#sorry I’m just feeling yappy

[madamechrissy]

She a shy girl, but she a freak deep down

Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x fem reader

Rating: Explicit- this is basically porn with feelings kinda? Cunnilngus, rough sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, slapping, low key freaky but soft Toji (Lots of FLUFF and humor)

Word count: 6.5k- one shot

Summary: You and Toji and you have been close forever, and aside from one night of seven minutes in heaven, you've only been friends. You're in your early thirties, a single mom, he's a single dad, and Toji just happens to need an alibi for something... so he decides to take you out as a thank you! To where? Well to watch the boat races on tv so he can gamble :) And he may or may not give you the best dick of your life.

(This was an anon request for shy good girl reader x criminal toji hehe! Sorry requests take a bit bc I have too many damn fics going lol)

Knock knock knock.

You wake up, blinking sleep away, stretching and yawning, your kids are knocked out on the couch because you all had stayed up late to watch movies. You pop on your glasses and smile over at the little angels… or demons depending on the day. But your two daughters were everything to you.

Knock knock knock.

“Coming!” You sigh, irritated, as now your little dog is barking now too, and you hush him a bit, snatching him up in your arms. He’s yappy but adorable. You open the door then, and you see him.

Toji fuckin Fushiguro.

He’s standing there in a tight black gym shirt and a pair of baggy grey sweats, and you flush as you look down at his toned body, looking quickly back up at his face and earning a smirk from him. Fuck, it’s been too long hasn’t it? And here you are, in a messy bun and your pajamas, you set the dog down and step outside, shutting the door behind you, putting you too close to him.

Toji was tall, a foot taller than you at least, making you lean your neck back to look at his stupidly handsome features. He brushes his black inky hair back, he looks all sweaty like he’s been running, muscles moving in his strong arm, flexing as he does, and you can’t help your throat from getting dry.

What’s wrong with you? You’ve known Toji forever, since he was a senior and you were a freshman, he’d always been a family friend, you had babysat Megumi countless times. You figure that’s maybe why he’s here, but you don’t see Megumi anywhere, and he’s older now, he’s a good thirteen years old.

“Toji, what time is it?” You mumble sleepily, and he peeks at his watch then, perched around a thick, strong wrist.

“Mmm, it’s seven am doll.”

“So why are you here!? Too early.”

“I already did my run and everything, but I really need some help, if you don’t mind. Pretty please.” He pouts, the scar on his lower lip twitching as he tries to hold it and not laugh. You sigh.

“What’d you get into now?”

“Just need you to vouch that I was here last night.” You blink a bit, shaking your head then.

“What’d you do this time, hmm?” You ask, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

Toji rolls his forest green eyes. “Doll, don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to.”

“I do wanna know!”

“I may or may not have committed-”

“Never mind, fine.” He smirks, and damn if he wasn’t charming, in his own stupid way when he does. He tugs at a loose curl from your bun, and your breath hitches a bit at the contact. His eyes narrow then.

“Maybe I should take ya out, as a thank you, doll. If you could just tell them when they call I was here.” You roll your eyes.

“Take me where, Toji? Fuckin McDonalds?” He scowls now, and you cover your mouth, giggling behind your hand.

“Damn brat. You're so fancy now hmm?” He peeks at your house, which is just a modest little place honestly.

“Not at all, I’m not fancy, I bust my ass you know.” He leans a bit, shamelessly trying to stare at your ass, making you smack at him.

“Just wanted to see is all, you sure are lookin extra hot lately, ma.” You can’t control the blush at that.

“I have been working out, not like you of course, gym rat.”

“I’d love to work you out.” You gasp now, lips parting as he’s grinning down at you. You glare then.

“You want money again!”

“Do not!”

“Why are you being nice, Toji, hmm?” He leans far too close, until he’s right against you, and he lights every nerve ending on fire.

“Ya remember that day? In college when we…”

“Toji…”

“That seven minutes in heaven?” His voice gets husky, and you can barely control your breathing, trembling like crazy, as his hand gently caresses your cheek, and that memory hits so hard.

“Oh god I… that was forever ago!”

“Burned in my brain, doll. How long has it been?”

“College? Shit I’m thirty two. So… a long time ago.”

“Nah, doll, how long has it been since you…” He trails off now, leaving that question in the air, and your cheeks flush at that, your entire body overhearing right there on your front deck.

“None of your business.”

“Been that long huh?”

“What about you? How long?” You ask then, eyes darting to his, and he smirks again, licking that scar of his with the tip of his tongue.

“It’s been a bit. Been holding out for a certain hot MILF.” You snort at that, shoving at his hard body, but he’s serious, you realize, as he’s staring down at you. “Think I’m kidding, doll?”

“I… yes. Yes I do. Toji we’ve never…”

“We were both married. We both have kids. But, doll… I think it’s time we have seven more minutes.”

“That all you’re gonna last?”

He glares now, as you just giggle, but then he’s pressing you against the door, and you feel him, his hard body, through his thin shirt, overheating you. You realize how little you’re wearing, you remember just how attracted to this damn criminal you were, the one you always helped, Toji fucking Fushiguro.

He’s hot, shit.

“Seven minutes wouldn’t even be long enough eating you out, doll.” You gasp then at that, as his words shoot straight between your thighs. “You remember that don’t you? I think I only had a little taste.”

You’re bright red you’re sure, at least you feel that way, as Toji’s trailing fingers down your hips. “Not shaped the same…”

“Shaped better. You were too skinny, had chicken legs. Now… they look real nice, doll. Doing squats?”

“Doing squats.” You repeat softly, as he vividly makes you picture that night, all those years ago. “Office job… gotta… hit the gym.”

“You didn’t have titties then either.”

“Toji!” You hiss out, and he’s chuckling. “Pervert, oh my god.”

“They’re nice. I’d like to see em, to compare you know.”

“Compare!”

“Mmhmm. I don’t look the same, do I?”

“You were jacked then, you’re just crazy jacked now.” You reach out and touch an arm then, taking a shaky breath. “Being a felon really adds muscle.”

“You’re still a little prissy bitch. Should teach you some things.” You can’t stand his tone, not when you’re ovulating, not when it’s been… years since you fucked?

Ugh.

“Why now?” You murmur, and he just studies you, arm bracing on the side of you, you note the veins wrapping around it and get…

Wet, you’re wet.

Great.

“Lemme show you some fun, stop thinking so much. Yeah?”

“Oh god, fine. I don’t have the kids this weekend. So…”

“All weekend, so slutty.” You shove at him again, scowling.

“Fine, never-”

“No, no! Let’s do it. Are we gonna hide in my closet?” He purrs the words, and you sigh, as they ignite something in you. “Remember those little sounds you made? So sweet…”

College party- 2011- In some closet

“T-Toji, what are you doing!” Toji Fushiguro is sliding to his knees, after a heavy makeout session. It feels so weird, Toji is your older brother’s best friend, you were always just the tag along. Now? You’ve been kissing, grinding against him, and you haven’t had experience yet.

“I’m gonna lick this pussy, doll.” He murmurs, all sexy and gruff. Toji is the bad boy of this college, and everyone knows it. He’d always been the ‘bad boy’ on the wrong side of the tracks. And you? A straight A student, a nerdy girl.

“Gonna what?!” He chuckles, his breath hot on your thighs, as he slides your panties off your thighs.

“Haven’t done it yet?” You shake your head, nervously biting your lower lip as he sees you. “You’re so pretty down here.”

“I… um…”

“We have like five more minutes, it’s up to you doll. Could make you cum. Anyone got you off at all?” He’s planting a kiss right above your clit, and you cry out, feeling his scar rub on delicate skin.

“N-no. I have only kissed before.”

“It’s kissing, just kissing… here.” He slides his tongue up your slit, and you moan loudly as you’re already trickling wetness out of your hole. He dips a thick finger in it gently, groaning against you. “Everyone’s gonna know, hush lil goody goody.”

“Mnm! Oh… ah!” You can’t keep quiet, you’re losing your control in the quiet little closet, which is getting too warm, as he’s gripping your thigh with one hand, fingers pressing into your flesh. He’s lapping you up as he’s using his finger, then he hits some spot that makes you see stars, your back arching.

“Mmm, you taste so yummy, doll.” He murmurs, leaning back and licking his lower lip, you can barely see him in the dark room, and he's lavishing your clit with his tongue.

You know you’re gonna cum soon, and he’s smirking up at you, knowing it, feeling it, as he’s playing with your body so easily, better than you ever have been able to. And you’re gripping the shelf above you, your knees shaking, you’re about to fall apart.

“Oh shit, Toji, I’m gonna-” He hums then, he hums right on you, as he crooks that thick finger up, and you’re cumming all over Toji Fushiguro’s face. Your nipples perk up, goosebumps all over your skin, you’re shaking violently over him. He’s moaning as he laps up every inch of you.

The timer goes off and people are knocking now, and you realize that the time is over. You push at his shoulders, panting, but he’s too strong, and he’s got a strong arm wrapped around his legs. “Mmm.”

“Toji, stop, we gotta go!” You whisper urgently, but he’s not stopping, his tongue lapping at you, making you tremble with oversensitivity, you couldn’t even stand if it wasn’t for him holding you.

“Just one more taste, doll.” And he’s suckling your clit into his mouth, your knees buckling as you orgasm, your hand slapping over your mouth to keep the noise down. You’re biting your palm, hard, as your orgasm rolls through your body, and he’s finally pulling back and smiling up at you, looking so damn smug.

Present day

You never got off that hard again.

You loved your husband, you two were so young, and it just hadn’t worked out. You maintained a good relationship though he lived far away, so essentially you’re a single mother. Something you had in common with Toji, who was a single dad. And you hadn’t done much really with men, so busy with the kids, you had definitely done things here and there, but now…

Toji is looking sexy. A sexy bum.

Is McDonalds so bad?

“What do ya say, doll? Gimme a chance to take you out. Then come back to my place… for a reenactment.”

“Oh God. Am I doing this?” He chuckles, and then you can hear your kids stirring inside, so you sigh, nodding. “I’m doing this.”

“Ya talkin’ to me or yourself, nerdy girl?”

“Both. Yes I’ll go. Better not be McDonald’s Toji.”

“It’ll be KFC.”

***

Your kids are at their grandma’s now, and you’re getting ready for a… date!? With Toji Fushiguro. What do you wear, when you have no clue where he’s taking you? Toji doesn’t have money, he’s usually bumming from you and then he either pays you back later, or just does maintenance shit for you to pay it off. Which honestly works out well for you.

You get to see Toji shirtless that way.

Shit.

“Do I like him!?” You mumble, and your dog just stares at you, tilting his cute little head, his ears perking up. “I like Toji. Huh.”

You take a breath, you’re not a teenager, shit you’re in your early thirties, Toji is older than you, at thirty six. You both weren’t young, you didn’t need to bull shit, and you knew each other. He was safe (A safe criminal) so at least you didn’t have to worry about Toji being a creep.

Well, more than he is.

You hate online dating, and you’re too busy working at the office and taking care of the girls to meet anyone. You would come home, pour a glass of wine, and fall asleep after cooking dinner and cleaning. How would you meet a guy snuggled in a robe on your couch? No… this could be perfect. Toji clearly can get you off, and you’d be lying if you say you haven’t thought of him while you…

Your phone blings, and you see his text.

Bum Toji: (Yes that’s his name on your phone, and no you’re not sorry) On the way.

Toji’s not much for texting.

You finally decide to just dress up pretty, in a black bodycon dress, one that hugs every curve of your body, it shows quite a bit of cleavage but not so much that you’re popping out. You can’t help but feel a little shy, but nervous in a good way, as you turn in the mirror and see everything looks… good. You look good.

“I’m a hot mom. I’m a hot mom. I’m a cool mom?” Your dog is starting to worry about you, but that’s okay. You slide into a pair of nude stilettos that make your calves pop, and add some height, then you add some light makeup, just a touch of eyeliner, mascara, and a light pink lip gloss.

Your hair though! It’s usually in a bun, so you decide to let it down, because why not? It’s long, curling over your shoulder, down to your chest as you brush it out, realizing you’re on a time crunch now.

Bum Toji: Be there in… seven minutes.

The little shit!

You spray on your favorite perfume, and when you hear his car pull up, you take a deep breath. This is happening.

You walk out to his car, an old Mustang that brings back a stupid amount of memories, shit he’s had that thing forever. And Toji is leaning against it, smoking a cigarette, looking like a damn model in a tight leather jacket and black shirt, jeans that hug him in places you…

Fuck how big is he, you wonder? You start feeling warm as he is looking at you with those forest green eyes that you’ve known for so long, but they look different now, they look hungry. He’s just undressing you with his damn gaze, slowly taking in every bit of your outfit, making you fidget a bit nervously, when he puts out his cigarette and walks up to you.

“Fuck you look gorgeous, doll.” He murmurs, and your heart falters, as if you’re on some first date ever, especially when he walks up to you and takes your hands in his, whistling. “This all f’me?”

“It is all for you, for our KFC date.” He chuckles and you giggle then, and fuck it feels good. You know this isn’t serious, and probably Toji just being horny, and you ovulating but…

You could get used to how he’s looking at you.

“So a spin, doll.” You do as he asks, earning another whistle. “Mmm, those squats are doing wonders.”

“Oh stop it!” You smack lightly and playfully at his chest as he chuckles, and his grin is so attractive it does something, your tummy clenches. “Thank you, Toji… you look really good too.”

“Aw, shucks, makin me blush Ma.” You roll your eyes at that.

“I don’t think I’d ever see you blush.”

“You couldn’t see that night, too dark in there.” His gruff words hit hard as he opens the door to the black mustang, you slide in and see a stupid amount of energy drinks and cigarette packs.

“Toji, couldn’t clean out your car?”

“Adds character.”

“I’ll shove it all on you!” You bend down, and find a bag, starting to throw everything in the bag then in a huff, and he’s just standing behind you, doing nothing! “Lazy-”

“Fuck that’s a nice view.” You realize then that you’re bent over, your ass on full display in the curve hugging number. And you look back to see him lick that scar, head tilted to the side to get a good view.

“Help me clean your car, pervert.”

“Nah, should just fuck you like that, doll.” You freeze then, as his words and his look make you tremble, because the thought of Toji Fushiguro railing you in your little neighborhood makes you wet.

Fuck.

“You’d do it too, lil slut.” You scowl then, standing up and shoving the bag into his hand, he’s grinning with those white teeth.

“What did you call me!”

“Lil slut.” He purrs the damn words, and you can’t take it, you damn near spread your legs, but instead you just glare. “Should I go for good girl instead? What’s your kink, pretty?”

“My kink!? I don’t have one.” He blinks then, in clear confusion, glaring at you now like your arm is cut off.

“What!? How!? You not get fucked?”

“I mean yes. A while ago. But just… fucked, not some kinky shit.”

“Oh doll, this weekend will be so fun.” He cups your chin roughly, with his calloused fingers, and the way he holds you, looks at you, sends shivers down your spine, and you start aching in ways you didn’t know. “So much to catch up on, with I had the courage sooner.”

“Courage?”

“To ask ya out. Thought you’d say no for sure.” You look down then, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks, then look back up, as the sun is setting, all purples and pinks, and Toji’s handsome face is vulnerable for just a moment.

“How long have you wanted to?”

“For like… ever. But you were with that nerdy office dude, then I was with ‘Gumi’s mom. Then you were single but… I dunno, ya just seem too good f’me. Ya know who I am, what I do. Not much to offer… except some really good dick.”

“Well maybe I need some really good dick.” He raises a brow at that, and you cover your mouth, eyes wide. “I said that!?”

“Ya sure did. Well, looks like I can give ya that.”

“We’ll see.”

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow with a smirk, but then frowns as you shove the bag back in his hands.

“If you clean the damn car.”

“Ugh.”

***

You’re sitting at a sports bar later, it’s lively with rowdy men, as Toji and you nibble on wings later, and you’re both actually having way too much fun. You’re so overdressed it’s ridiculous, but Toji has slung his big leather jacket across your shoulders, and now you’re feeling way better. It smells like him, like a mix of cologne, sweat, and something…

Toji.

“If I win this bet, Imma buy you something nice, doll.” He says, he’s wiggling his ticket, and you roll your eyes, sipping on the beer.

“Uh-huh, sure!”

He leans over, big hand on your bare thigh, and you instinctively wiggle your hips, suddenly craving friction on your aching little pussy. Toji is still looking up at the screen, but he’s so close, his thumbs running circles on your soft inner thigh, higher and higher, to where you can’t focus.

“Look, look, look! Doll!” You have no clue what you’re watching, it’s boats racing and it looks stupid honestly, but Toji is so happy then. “Fuckin won!”

He picks you up then, spinning you, and you can’t help but giggle, at how effortlessly he holds you with his heavy jacket on. He then kisses you, a quick little kiss, but when he pulls back his eyes change, his demeanor changes. You feel those tingles run through your lips as he does it once more, as his firm lips slam down on yours, and you’re molding to him.

“Oh fuck…” He murmurs then, and your eyes lock.

“Yeah… fuck.” You whisper, he doesn’t smirk or laugh though, he’s staring at you with insanely hungry eyes.

“Doll… let’s go. Yeah?” You nod eagerly.

“Let’s go.”

***

You can’t even make it to the car at first, Toji is hungrily kissing you, grabbing your ass, pressing you against his hard body. You’re eagerly gripping onto his shoulders, feeling the broad muscles, and you’re grinding against him. You want more, more, more. It’s all consuming, you feel just like the day he kissed you in that damn closet.

Difference is you wanna ride his cock now, back then you were so nervous, but he’s unleashing something hidden deep with each stroke of a tongue. Finally you all get in the car, and he’s driving, but he’s touching you, hand sliding up your dress, pressing against damp lace panties and groaning.

“Fuck you’re soaked, doll. All f’me huh?” He grunts the words, and you whine, sliding to his side and kissing on his neck, strong and muscled like all of him, sensitive behind his ear, he moans.

“All for you.” He flutters those dark lashes shut for a moment, then scooches you over a bit, smiling. 

“Lemme get us there quick.”

Toji uses the gear shift, to get even quicker, and soon you all are at his place, he’s yanking you out of the car, and picking you up. Your legs wrap around his thighs as he carries you, effortlessly, kissing you over and over. People are looking as he somehow gets his keys out of his pockets, and unlocks the door. You tense a bit, looking around.

“Kid’s not here. Staying the weekend at his friend’s.” He murmurs against your lips, and you exhale, smiling softly.

“Good, I am… loud.”

“Doll ya ain’t made noise like you will tonight. We’ll get noise complaints.” You’re giggling again, as he’s casually sitting you on the dining room table.

“What, no bed!?”

“Appetizer first, doll. I eat at the table like a gentleman.” Your laugh stops on your lips when he’s slides your panties off you, and your legs tremble as the cool air of the surprisingly clean little apartment hits your legs.

“Oh, are you hungry? Didn’t eat enough?” He smirks, kissing up your thighs then, and with each hungry caress you’re getting more and more soaked, as you’re eagerly grinding up for his touch.

“So desperate, aren’t ya doll?” You just whine, but then he surprises you by smacking your cunt, and you scream out at the sting. “Asked ya a question.”

Oh.

Is this how Toji does things?

It’s hot, fuck…

You just nod a bit, and then he’s got your dress shoved up around your hips, leaving you bare to him, and he parts the lips of your sex, you shiver at the first contact, damn near cumming from that. He spits on you then, right on your clit, watching as his saliva drips down with a wicked grin to him.

“Use your words, doll. Are you desperate f’me?” You gasp as you feel it, hot and sticky sliding on your exposed clit, then he’s leaning down, pulling you by your hips. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

“Toji, please.” You whisper, and he just breathes on your cunt, that’s it, he’s breathing and looking up at you with those green eyes.

“Please what, doll? Use your fuckin’ words.” He spits again, and it’s just not enough, it’s fucking torture, and you’re wriggling, bucking your hips up.

“Please…”

“Please what? Ya wanna watch TV fuckin brat? Words.” You sigh, and then grab him by his hair, pulling, he grins at that. “Words, doll.”

“Lick me.”

Toji groans, then he’s diving down, and he doesn’t just lick you no, he is devouring your cunt, every fucking inch of it, his tongue sliding up your slit, then diving in your entrance, as his big hands shove your thighs apart. You’re gushing all over his face, shaking uncontrollably on the wood table, that’s digging into your back, and you’re damn near backing up, but he won’t let you.

He’s fucking you with his long tongue, in and out, and it’s like nothing you’ve felt, goosebumps all over your entire body, the sounds he makes, this moaning, this slurping, he’s drinking you. It’s too much. As his nose bumps against your clit you buck up, screaming out, urging him on with your cries. His tongue is fucking relentless against you.

You’re so close, you feel it, coiling and tensing up in your core, threatening to release, and when he leans up and looks at you, his face covered in your slick, and he says “Be a good girl, cum on m’face doll. Now.”

Well, you cum. You cum hard, so hard you’re blinded, head falling back and smacking the table, but fuck you don’t care. Your pussy throbs around the wet muscle as his tongue lavishes you up, then as you’re riding out your orgasm he’s slipping his tongue up to flick the underside of your clit, sliding a long finger in you.

“Oh my- ah- Toji it’s s’good, I-” You’re close again, within moments, as he slips past your little gummy walls and presses on that spot, the one he hit so well that night all those years ago, and you’re falling apart, throbbing around it. “Toji!”

“Again, doll. Come again f’me.” You obey, how can you not, when Toji Fushiguro has you spread on his dining room table like dinner? When he’s drinking your flowing arousal like it’s wine? “There ya go, good girl.”

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You scream now, legs trembling, back arching as you shatter around him, hands in his hair shoving his face against you, earning moans that just make you cum again until you can’t even see. “Too much… I…”

Toji plants a couple kisses on you, still pumping a finger in you, sitting you up now and slamming his lips on yours. You taste yourself, your hands are yanking on his jacket, on his shirt. He’s unzipping your dress, before picking you up again, and now his shirt is off, and you feel his hard body, feel those scars under your touch, from things you don’t know.

You don’t care what he does, not when he’s holding you like this, not when he’s carrying you to his room. You don’t care his room is a mess (it’s pretty clear Megumi cleans the house) and his blankets are slung off, that his clothes are all over. You don’t even care there are pistols on the dresser.

It makes you wetter honestly.

“Fuck…” Toji looks at your body, fully naked, and you get a little shy then, covering up. “Ah-ah, lemme see you.”

You stand there then, fully naked, and his big hands are sliding up your hips, across your tummy, up your breasts, squishing them and moaning. Your nipples grow taut against his rough palms, head falling back in pleasure. “Toji…”

“You’re fuckin gorgeous, doll, holy shit. MILF doesn’t begin to describe it.” You flush at the praise, as his hands run down stretch marks here and there, the little scar from having the babies under your tummy, but he doesn’t care, in fact he growls. “So fuckin’ sexy.”

“Ah… th-thank you, Toji, mmnh… I…”

“Nah, perfect doll. These tits, holy fuck.” He bends down, sucking the peaks into his mouth then, as he’s pressing you to sit on the bed. You’re gripping his messy hair again, gasping as he teases them, then crying out as he bites them.

“Ow, fuck!” He’s smirking up at you, and fuck if he doesn’t make your heart race, at how beautiful he is just then. “Toji… you’re… kinda beautiful.”

“Ya knock your head too hard on that table, doll?” You giggle, shaking your head, and he glares. “That ain’t the word for me.”

“No? What is it?”

“Daddy.” You blink at that, but before you can think, he’s unzipping those jeans, and you see him, not wearing any boxers, no… just a thick, huge cock in your face. “Gonna make ya say daddy so many times.”

“That’s cringe, Toji! No way.” You scowl up at him as you speak, and he just grins wide, a perverted grin that for some reason turns you on more. “But… holy fuck, that’s just not gonna fit.”

“I know, ya couldn’t even have babies normally. Too little weren’t ya doll?” You roll your eyes.

“The kids had big heads, there was no way.”

“Like their mom.”

“Fuck you Toji, my head is not big!” He chuckles as you kick at him, snatching up your foot and kissing your ankle, flicking his tongue, making you shudder, before he’s stroking that huge cock in your face. “Holy fuck… I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” You can’t hold in your moan, Toji makes you fucking depraved, and you eagerly open your mouth wide, lapping up precum from his reddened tip, leaking out of it in drips. It’s salty on your tongue, and you peek up and meet his eyes, lidded with desire, lips parted. “Oh fuck… how far can ya go, doll?”

You lap up more, sliding a hand gently around the shaft, sliding a finger on the underside of him, smiling as his cock twitches. “How far do you think? Let’s gamble, Toji, yeah?”

He’s chuckling, hands in your hair, pulling hard, making tears prick in your eyes, but you fucking love it, you melt for it. “I bet you can get half.”

“Just half!?”

“Mmhmm. What’s the wager?”

“You will have to eat me out every day all week. Whenever I want, if I can take it balls deep.” He laughs at that, as you kiss his tip teasingly, a hand stroking up the strong abs, feeling every line and muscle, hot skin under your hand.

“Ya act like that’s not me winning. All right, if I’m right, ya gotta suck me off every day all week. Deal?” You hold out a hand to shake, and he smacks it away, then your giggle is silenced as he’s shoving his length in your throat. “Ha- let’s see how good you can take it. Breathe through your nose.”

You do as he says, and you instantly regret bragging, it’s been too long since you’ve sucked dick (you were good at it just- rusty mmkay) and you struggle to push past your gag reflex, breathing in through your nose as his thick length stretches your mouth. You suck hard, hollowing your cheeks, making him groan, you peek up at him studying you intently.

His gaze is hungry, he’s biting a lower lip, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve seen, him just pumping his cock further and further, as you grip his thighs, as he’s using your mouth like a fuck toy. You’re soaking wet again, you can barely keep from trembling, as you grind on his bed eagerly, sucking him harder, all while looking up at him, studying the flush of his cheeks, the blown out pupils.

“You’re gorgeous, doll… Oh my- f-fuck you’re so good f’me. Doing such a good job.” You’re soaking his bed, as he continues fucking your mouth, it feels so good being owned by him, choked by him, feeling him at the back of your throat now. “Mmm… can feel me here…”

One of Toji’s hands wraps around your throat, feeling the bulge as he fucks even deeper, so erotic you lose your senses for a moment, pressing even deeper, pushing yourself to take more, he’s over eight inches and thick as fuck, destroying your throat, burning it and stretching. But you want it so bad, you can’t wait to have it inside you, that thought alone pushes you further.

Tears are forming in your eyes as you push yourself beyond your limits, and finally your nose touches his pelvis, dark stubble tickling your nose. He’s gasping, and then you pull back with a pop, coughing a bit, tears now dropping down your cheeks, and Toji is mesmerized by you, sputtering, his cock leaking even more yummy pre cum, which you lap up with a kitten lick.

“Well? Hope you’re down to pay up all week.” You tease, but his mouth is just open, until he bends down, flipping you around to your knees and sliding two fingers in you now. “Toji! Oh my… mmnh!”

He yanks your hair back with one hand, while his other fingers are scissoring in and out of you. “Tight, perfect lil cunt. So wet f’me huh?”

You can’t manage a word, so he yanks his fingers out, smacking the fuck out of an ass cheek. You cry out in pain as it stings, scowling back at him. “Ow!”

“Use those words, brat.” You exhale, then bite your lip in pleasure as he’s fingering you again, hitting that spot so much you can’t take it, you’re slippery around his fingers, walls fluttering as you get closer. “Words.”

“Wet for you. For you.” You mumble incoherently, and then he’s rubbing his thick tip between your glistening lips now, and you arch back, craving more of him, pushing back and whimpering as he groans.

“Oh my… tell me what ya want, doll. Now.” He orders, and you gulp, struggling to focus as he’s grinding the tip against your clit, it’s twitching under the contact, and you’re so wet he slips. “Now, your words.” He smacks you again, and you scream out, thighs shaking, hands clutching the comforter beneath you.

“Want you in me. Toji please.” You beg then, and he slides inside your cunt in one sure thrust, stretching your little hole out so much you hiss at it, then he’s shoved so deep he’s hitting your cervix, and your ass arches up for more, as you feel so much pressure it’s insane.

“Feel so fkn perfect, doll… fuck…” He’s groaning, sliding back, then shoving his length all the way back in you, and you’re trembling, struggling to take so much pressure, so much pleasure, you’re tightening around him and he’s gripping your hips brutally with huge hands.

“Toji!”

“Doll… can I go hard? I need to know.” You nod, eagerly, gripping the blankets even tighter, and he’s fucking into you hard now, hips snapping, skin slapping loudly with the sound of you squelching wetness. “Fuckin hear that?”

You just nod, until he’s pressing your head into the soft bed, and your cries are muffled, now he’s railing the fuck out of you, balls slapping your clit, and he’s slid a thumb right in your little ass hole. You tense, then he’s spitting on it, spreading it, going in easier, and you’re just falling into it, cumming so hard you’re twitching, pleasure rushing through your body in waves.

Toji smacks each ass cheek as he fucks into you, fucking you through one orgasm right into another, and you’re screaming against the blanket, body giving out under you, to where he has to slide you up, laying on top of you. His hands entwined with yours, and it’s too intimate, it’s too much, his eyes pouring into yours, as he rolls his hips so good you’re crying.

“Never felt anything this good, fuck.” His vulnerable words, the way he’s holding your hands, the way his curved tip drags along your walls, you’re shattering around him, breathless, and he’s slamming his lips to yours. “Not letting you go, now.”

“N-no? Th-that good, mnh!” He’s exhaling, rolling his hips just so and snapping them against your ass, now he’s nipping down your neck, biting and licking, hot caresses all over your sensitive nape.

“Fuckin perfect.” He's in a prone position on top of you, and your lips entangle, your tongues messy, drool spilling between you both, it’s messy, nasty, but it’s somehow sweet, it’s somehow…

Perfect.

“Then keep me around. Keep mnh… losing bets.” He’s laughing, but then it’s broken by a gasp, as you’re pulsing around him, wetness sliding down his length, dripping down your thighs, down to his messy, half on sheets.

“I’ll lose… any… bet. Fuck.”

“Not calling you daddy.” He’s yanking out then, and you whine, as he’s flipping you on your back then.

“You’ll call me that  if you want this cum. Yeah?” You’re face to face with Toji now, as he presses your thighs way too high, against your lush breasts, and he’s teasing you with his thick tip again.

“F-fine. Fine. Ugh. Daddy, please.” Toji’s nostrils flare, and he’s railing the fuck out of your already sore pussy, so deep like this it hurts, but it hurts so good.

“Again, doll. Again.”

“Daddy.”

Toji tenses then, thickening inside you, pulsing so deep, and his big hands take over your thighs, fingers pressing into the muscles as he pins you down. You’re screaming out, blinded by how good it feels, the stretch, the pressure, the every smack of his pelvis against your clit, as he bottoms out inside you, looking so gorgeous over you, his forest eyes hazy with lust.

“Wanna put another kid in you.” You gasp, and he’s smirking then, fucking slower, watching every movement, every expression. You whine out, shaking your head.

“Wh-what!?”

“Putting a kid in you. Wanna cum all deep inside this lil cunt.”:

“F-fuck… fine… one more kid.” He’s grinning deviously over you now, leaning forward, you lose your breath.

“Yeah? Want my kids in ya?” You nod, eagerly, and then he’s kissing you, smushing you under him in a mating press, and then you feel him stuttering, losing control. “Then beg for it.”

“Put… a baby… in me. Please. Please. Cum in me.” He’s lost it now, feral look on his face, and he’s pushing so deep, rolling up and grinding that pulsing tip in your cervix, pushing you over the edge, until both of you are cumming.

Toji shoots deep in you, hot, puffy white ropes that fill you so full, so hot it makes your climax more intense, and you’re clinging around his neck, as he’s got you folded, slamming his lips on yours. He keeps pushing, gently, and then it’s so intimate you can’t take it, you’re shaky as he eases your thighs down, as you’re twitching from the aftershocks.

Toji looks as lost as you.

You take a breath.

“Always had a crush.” You mumble, and he grins, brushing back your hair, still inside of you so deep.

“Knew it.”

“Did not!”

“So… why don’t me and Gumi move in?” You blink, and he’s grinning down at you.

“You broke-”

“I’ll help around the house! Protect you.” He’s brushing back your hair now, and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Oh fine.”

“Jackpot!”

***

And that’s how you ended up living with Toji Fushiguro, a broke ass criminal with a really, really nice cock. And now you all are a family? Well, it’s been a year.

Yeah.

Romantic!

You and Toji are kissing in the kitchen, the kids are asleep, and he’s rubbing on your tummy, kissing on the side of your neck. He doesn’t make much money, you kind of pay for it all, but Toji makes up for it in attention, in affection. Who knew a rough criminal was such a sweetheart?

“Mmm, love you lil doll.” He murmurs in your hair, and you exhale, leaning back against his hard body.

“Love you, Toji.”

A/N: Hope you all liked this silly ass story. Bum Toji is my fav! He can live w/me for free too lol

Serious long Toji fic here -Dirty Little Secret

Masterlist of my fics ❤️

[lace-coffin]

I really want asa with a hybrid puppy reader, just thinking being on his lap and wagging my tail while he scartches my ears softly ;333

Asa Emory x Puppy Hybrid!gn!Reader

Hi! Sorry I’ve been gone so long, I’m hoping to get some stuff written soon! Thank you so much for all the asks!

Thanks for the super cute ask! I have such a soft spot for anything puppy related so I was super excited to write this!

The lights flicker on with a snap, rudely rousing you out of your sleep. You blink once, twice, getting your bearings and groaning, hands balled to paw at your sleep crusted eyes. After a few seconds of collecting yourself, it hits you.

He’s home! He’s home and he’s coming to play with me!

Almost automatically your tail starts to thump wildly against the pile of cushy blankets lining your dog bed. You know by now to stay and sit pretty despite your excitement, wanting to make your owner proud at your display of restraint. Propping yourself onto your knees in your dog bed and puffing your chest out proudly, you wait…and wait..and wait. God he always takes so long, the tension is killing you. At this point you think he does it on purpose, taking joy in rilling you up and seeing how long it would take you to loose your composure, just so he can punish you for it later. (He absolutely does)

After methodically hanging his jacket, kicking off his clunky and probably gore stained boots and throwing his keys in the bowl, he finally makes his way over to you, a small fond smile hidden behind his thick mask. Despite how hard headed and seemingly emotionless Asa can seem, he still has a soft spot for his things, the yappy little mutt that resides at his house included.

Bending down with a slight groan he pats your head gently, ruffling the hair between your floppy ears and scratching behind them in a way that makes your leg kick behind you. hands slide down to cup your flushed cheek before giving one final pat to the squishy flesh and rising back to full height.

You watch as he stalks over to the kitchen, tail swishing behind you, kitchen usually means treat in your brain and now it does for Asa too, even if that wasn’t the original intention it’s practically criminal for him to not offer you one whenever he enters that room now, influenced by your insistence and sad puppy eyes.

“Come”

Master snaps his gloved fingers, pointing to the cold linoleum floor infront of him. Needless to say you basically sprint over to him, waiting for the next command and more importantly waiting for the treat that’s sitting in his balled up fist.

“Sit”

Your butt hits the floor before he can even finish the command, master smirking at how well trained he has you, you’re wrapped around his finger without question.

“Shake”

You slap your hand into his larger extended one, skin meeting leather.

Nodding in satisfaction at your little show, the treat is offered to you from the other hand, now unfurled and hovering infront of your face. You eagerly snatch it up into your jaws, canines hanging over either side of it.

plodding off to the warn down brown leather sofa and sitting next to it expectantly, you fix your eyes onto your master. big doe eyes practically staring into his soul.

“Oh, is it that time pup?”

He chuckles, knowing it’s not worth fighting the inevitable, he slumps into the chair with a grunt and a pop somewhere from his back. The years haven’t been kind on his body considering his ‘extracurricular’ activities of choice. despite this it’s still nice to come home to someone who’s excited to see him, comforting almost. Away from all the gut wrenching screams, pleas that fall on deaf ears and the body’s littering the halls, there’s you. A soft creature completely dependent on him and absolutely thrilled that he’s home. Sometimes seeing a wagging tail at his arrival instead of a paling face makes him feel appreciated.

Shuffling to get comfy, master kicks up his feet onto the recliner, patting his lap to call you up. You’ve done this so many times that words aren’t needed, the physical signal is pretty much a formality at this point too, you’re coming up there whether he likes it or not.

You wiggle your butt/tail and angle the jump, landing successfully into Asa’s lap with a grunt from him, twisting around for a moment to seat yourself comfily across his legs, letting out a content huff once you do. Asa’s reflective eyes flicker to you, catching your attention.

“Have you been well behaved for me today pup? Or is there anything you would like to confess?” He quirks a brow, testing you.

You smile brightly, letting out a cheery bark in response, knowing you were perfectly good in his absence. Pleased with your answer he shuffles you closer to him, reaching over to the side table and retrieving the book he’s currently been stuck into whenever he’s home. You take this as a sign to catch a quick nap as it seems you’re going to be here a while.

As he gets settled back into his book his unoccupied hand cards through your hair, rubbing over your flattened and relaxed ears. Your fluffy tail swings lazily off the end of the recliner at the attention, eyes drooping shut.

[urhoneycombwitch]

Valentine’s can be a drag especially for those of us with seasonal depression so this one goes out to YOU, my loves. Take care of yourselves and here’s a lil’ Eddie escapism.

cw: depression, fluff, r referred to as girl. also r fits into Eddie's old clothes but in my perfect world everything always fits just right! <3

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Eddie peers through your front windows, forehead pressed to the cold glass, seeing only a shadowed living room and hoping your elderly neighbor with the yappy little dog doesn’t come out to yell at him again. This is his girlfriend’s house after all, and it’s Valentine’s Day, he’s got a right to be here- even if he looks like a stalker while doing it. 

He’s just worried about you, truth be told- he knows you’ve been feeling low lately, that bone-deep depression settling around you like a cloud you can’t seem to shake. Thing is, Eddie’s great at getting you to cheer up, so he figured when you didn’t return his calls yesterday to make Valentine’s plans he’d bring the outing to you instead. 

He raps his knuckles on your front door again, calling your name in a voice just-below a shout- “Angel, will you let me in? I’m pretty sure my left toe has frostbite, might need you to check it out-”

His ramble is interrupted when the door creaks open, and there you are, his girl- dressed in soft sweats and a thick pair of socks, one of his old band sweaters hugging your frame as you blink in surprise.

“Eddie,” you start, a little unsure, and he realizes in the span of a few seconds that he’s got it all wrong. You look so worn out, like you haven’t slept in days, even worse than when he saw you last. 

His heart twists at the same time your gaze drops to the box of chocolates and VHS tape in his hand, and your voice comes out all watery and it kills him. 

“Oh, shit, Eddie. I completely forgot. I’m so, so sorry.”

There are tears swimming in your eyes now and Eddie’s desperate for them not to spill over; mindlessly he tosses all the shit that doesn’t really matter to the porch and steps forward to wrap you in his arms. 

“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” he soothes, running warm hands up and down your back, letting you crush your face to his chest. “I’m the one who’s a dope for the holidays, but it’s only ‘cuz I love you so much.”

“I wanted tonight to be special,” you say tearily, shuddering breaths coming too quick as Eddie tucks his chin over the crown of your head and holds you tight. “But I’ve just been so… out of it lately and I lost track of the days and I’m sorry-”

“Hey, I’m serious. No more apologies, ‘kay?” Eddie pulls back just far enough to settle his hands on either side of your face, cool rings at your cheeks as he brushes away your tears. “If you wanna be alone, I get it, babe, we can make plans another-”

“No!” You’re quick to interject, hands tightening around Eddie’s waist. “No, please stay. I can’t promise I’ll be any fun…”

Eddie scoffs at this, rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a chaste and sweet kiss. “Liar. You’re always fun. I have fun just lookin’ at you. Fun should be your middle name.”

A half-smile pulls at your lips, and Eddie counts it as a win. He briefly extricates himself from you to scoop up the stuff he’d tossed to the porch, offering you the heart-shaped box and the VHS of Dirty Dancing. “Be my Valentine?”

He accents this request with an eyebrow wiggle, which wins him one of your real smiles, and you pull him into the house. “Okay. Only if you’ll be mine.”

Eddie shuts the door with his boot. “Got yourself a deal, princess.”

Another small smile, there and gone in a flash but still enough to make Eddie’s heart swell. You take the tape and frown at it. “Dirty Dancing? I thought you hated Patrick Swayze. Something about his hair being too much competition…”

“You’re right, I hate the guy, but I love you and I know you love this movie,” Eddie counters, shucking off his jacket and toeing off his boots.

You smile fondly, reaching to run a hand through Eddie’s mane of dark curls. “Well, for the record, Pat’s got nothin’ on you.”

Eddie gathers all the blankets in your house and makes a cozy nest for the two of you on the couch; you cuddle up in front of the TV with the box of chocolates to share, Eddie’s arm wrapped snug around your shoulders as the swell of beginning credits plays.

By the time the movie’s over, you’ve both fallen asleep in each other’s arms, Eddie with his head tipped back against the couch and you on his chest. The wind bites against the windows, cold and unforgiving, but the both of you stay warm and comfy under tattered quilts and fuzzy covers.

It’s the best sleep either of you have had in days. 

[four2andnew]

May Prompt #22: Grief for @hinnymicrofic (This literally has nothing to do with the prompt, but I used the word so I'm counting it! Muggle AU. CW for language)

Harry loops Hedwig’s lead around a park bench and pours some water into her collapsible bowl he’s unclipped from her harness before working through some stretches for his post-run cool down when a yappy hairball rushes up to them, quite literally hopping with each yap. It would be funny if he didn’t think the fluffy thing could fit entirely in Hedwig’s mouth if she saw fit to bite the dumb dog yipping at her feet.

“Oi! Control your dog,” he calls out to no one in particular, unsure of where exactly this tiny dog came from.

A woman saunters up lazy like and scoops up the hairball. She’s wearing the tightest fucking t-shirt Harry’s ever seen, an electric blue scrap of fabric that proudly pronounces her to be a “Cereal Killer” in shiny silver vinyl letters straining across the most perfect pair of tits in the universe. Her jeans are clearly men’s and at least one size too big as they sag low over her hips, exposing nearly a hand’s width of taut belly absolutely covered in freckles and the tiniest sliver of the elastic of her neon green knickers. Knickers Harry has to physically shake himself from staring at when she tucks her dog into her jean pockets and the weight of it pulls her trousers down that much more. His eyes jerk to her face in an attempt to be less pervy, only for his brain to stutter to a complete stop at the sight of her flaming hair and doe-eyes.

“Sorry about that,” she says brightly, “I’m dog-sitting Pig here for my brother across the street there and this little shit used his tiny size against me to slip out the door just now.”

She pats her pocket with the dog in it fondly, clearly not too fussed at the “little shit” who is fighting to push its head out. Harry is standing like an absolute imbecile with his right leg still bent up, heel to arse for a nice quad stretch, staring completely dumbfounded at this stunning beauty. Hedwig seems to understand that his brain is short-circuiting and nudges his hip with her nose, jerking him out of his stupor. He drops his foot to the ground and thrusts out his hand.

“No problem, I’m Harry.”

She laughs, a full bodied, head thrown back laugh, and shakes his hand, leaving his tingling in her wake.

“Ginny. I think you know my brother, Ron? At least, I’m assuming you're Harry with the wicked big dog that Ron always talks about,” she says with a pointed look at Hedwig, his Great Dane. The dog in question preens under her attention, sitting regally next to Harry to allow Ginny to scratch her ears. Harry feels an irrational pride at hearing Ginny coo over his dog, even though he knows Hedwig’s beauty has everything to do with her rare white coat speckled with black and nothing to do with him at all.

“Yeah, I know Ron. We usually wind up running together in the mornings. I didn’t know he had that furball though,” he says, pointing at the fluffy face that had finally succeeded in removing itself from Ginny’s pocket.

She waves dismissively, “Ron’s aways going on about birds of prey snatching little puppies off the street. If you ask me, he’s a little ashamed of falling in love with a purse pup instead of a hulking beast like your beauty here. But the heart wants what it wants and I give him enough grief as it is. It’s my duty as the youngest.”

She ends with a little shrug and shoves Pig’s head back down into her pocket, pulling her jeans down a little more and Harry gets enough of a glimpse of her knickers stretched over her hipbone to know her freckles are everywhere. He coughs, choking on his spit and flushing furiously, sure his face is as red as Ginny’s fire-kissed hair. She’s staring at him, a polite smile on her lips, waiting for him to respond like a normal human being, but all he can do is nod and gather Hedwig’s bowl and lead and run away like an absolute coward.

[achildsfirstsorrow]

Just wondering do you had any inspirations while creating your versions of poto characters or did they just spawned in your head?

Thank you so much for the ask!!

It’s a bit of a mixed bag really.. 😅 I feel like there’s PROBABLY a lot more inspo for them but I can only think of a few things right now.. I’ll talk about Erik and Christine though.

For my Erik, Nivek Ogre (This guy!) is a big inspiration design wise;

I’m also inspired by Riff Raff in Rocky Horror, and Renfield from Dracula a bit! I don’t know.. there’s just something about edgy (or greasy looking.. (Sorry Nivek)) guys.. so my Erik is one of them.

My Erik also really sucks.. lol. But I’ll expand on him personality-wise another day, since I’m assuming this is about designs!

For Christine, she’s mostly based on Leroux’ description of her, and an amalgamation of random things in my brain. I also like to think she has porcelain doll vibes. She’s a bit away with the fairies, a bit vague.. if y’know what I mean. (I love her dearly though)

She also has the resilience (somehow) of those yappy little terrier type dogs who live for what feels like hundreds of years.

Personally I would love to go down a horror route with my poto stuff, and some things I make do.. so I should expand on that sometime. But my Poto stuff is mainly from looking at Leroux and just from my imagination!! I don’t really take inspo from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s stuff if I’m completely honest.. Unless I can say I love the mirror bride.. 🫣🤫

Sorry for rambling lolol.

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 7 - Disappear

(Warning in advance that this one gets kinda angsty~)

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FCG Centric Angst + FCG & Ashton

What… What had happened?

One moment, Fresh Cut Grass had been beside their friends, fighting Ludinus and kicking his sorry ass! The next, there had been a flash, a pain that felt beyond the realms of all comprehension, and then… then silence. Darkness.

And now this.

There was a blurry sight before him. His friends? Yeah! His friends! And they were seemingly rejoicing? Had they won? Was this all finally over?

Fresh Cut Grass couldn't help but give a hollar of joy, wheeling over to join the rest of the Hells. They were battered, bleeding and bruised, but the smiles they held were unmistakable. There was a joy there that couldn't be touched, a laughter that rang joyously through the smoldering battlefield.

“We did it! I can't believe we actually fuckin’ DID IT!” Ashton damn near shouted, pumping a fist into the air as Fearne threw her arms around him as she dissolved into relieved, almost euphoric laughter.

“And we all made it through!”

“Not a heartbeat lost!” Imogen added, playfully ribbing Laudna in the side, who simply beamed down at her girlfriend, pulling her in for a breathtaking kiss.

“We were impeccably lucky, my dear~ Imagine if that blast had hit anyone else but them?”

Fresh Cut Grass paused in their excited rocking at that comment, a dash of hurt smacking them over the head, in what had otherwise been a sea of celebration.

“That blast still hurt real bad!” They interjected, huffing just a tad. And yet… there was no response. Heck, no one even so much as looked his way! Why… why were they ignoring him? Had he done something wrong?

“That would have been a grim tragedy,” Orym said, with a deeply heavy sigh. “I don't know if I could have taken another loved one dying…”

“Buck up, soldier boy!” Chetney barked out with a grin, his words punctuated by a playful smack upside Orym’s head. “We only lost the pile of scrap metal. Nothing important. That was some bitchin’ luck we had going for us! Figured all our asses would be ash by now!”

What… What were they saying?

This had to be some kind of cruel joke, right? Yeah! That’s right! This was a joke! It wasn't a funny one by any stretch of the imagination, and Fresh Cut Grass hadn't felt so- so hurt like this since… Dancer. B-But hey! Maybe it was the stress of the fight messing with their judgment and humor? Wasn't dark humor a typical coping strategy for heart beat folk?

“Al- Alright, you guys have had your fun! This joke ain’t funny though. That blast really did hurt and so did your words!”

“Fuuuck…” Ashton muttered, a look of realization flashing before their eyes. At that, Fresh Cut Grass felt their core calm down, only realizing now just what an awful buzzing mess it had been. This whole things must have really been stressin’ them out!

“I just realized… I’ll never have to hear them harpin’ on about that fuckin’ Changebringer and her bitch ass brigade of gods ever again! Thank FUCK!"

Ice.

Everything suddenly felt as cold as ice.

They… They hadn't even known they could feel cold until right this very second.

“Ughhhh! That was always so annoying!” Fearne whined, her eyes rolling dramatically as she dropped a hand upon her popped hip. “I was always real tempted to melt his yappy little head, along with that stupid coin of his!”

“I really should have finished the job when they first snapped and tried to murder us all…”

“I should have let ya, Laud. Sorry I stopped you…”

“It’s alright, Imogen~ What’s done is done, hm~? And he’s rather dead now, so what does it matter?”

“At least that pompous fuck was good for something!”

“Despite all the deaths and suffering he caused… I have to agree,” Orym responded, sheathing his blood slicked sword. “Of all the lives he snuffed out… I’m glad that Fresh Cut Grass was one of them. He died with at least one good deed to his soul.”

Was it possible for aeormatons to feel sick?

It absolutely shouldn't have been, and yet… yet sick was what they felt. A deep, twisting nausea they’d only ever heard about swirled through them, leaving their hands quivering and something… thick and slick trailing down his face plate.

Tears?

No, they couldn't be tears. He couldn't cry.

… Right?

There was nothing to be made sense of right now though.

Not as their friends laughed, so bright and free in their cruelty, in their relief at his…

His death.

Was he really dead?

A flick of a hand, so unsure and unsteady, sliding right through Ashton’s rumbling chest, was all the confirmation they needed.

Dead.

They were dead.

They were dead and everyone was glad.

And here he was, left to watch his friends gleefully express their joy, to state just how <b>happy</b> they were that they’d never once have to see him again.

And all FCG could do was watch.

Was… Was this what true despair tasted like?

The bitterness sunk deep into their soul, seeping into the cracks as it ever so slowly shattered.

Deeper and deeper, into the darkness they sank, wishing for nothing more than for themself to vanish, to disappear permanently.

Then, a hand, firm and heavy.

Shaking.

A shout, desperate and concerned,

Light.

Ashton's deeply worried face crept into focus, their hand gripped tight upon his shoulder from where he’d been shaking them.

“Thank fuck…” he whispered, a heavy breath falling from their lips as Ashton pulled Fresh Cut Grass in for a rare and wonderfully crushing hug. “You started whimpering and wincing in your sleep, then there was oil leakin’ from your lenses and you started crying out and… and you wouldn't wake up, Letters. Scared the shit outta me.”

“A-Ashton?” Fresh Cut Grass croaked on out, their whole chassis quivering every bit as much as it had been… before. What had just happened? Wasn't he dead? Why could he touch Ashton now and why did they seem so worried about them?

“I’m here, Grass. I’m here…”

“I- I don't… I don't un- understand…”

“Pretty sure you were havin’ a nightmare, buddy. A real shit one, from how you were reacting. I don't know what you saw in there, but whatever it was, it was bullshit, okay?”

Was it though? It… It had all felt so real.

“You don't… don't…” Fresh Cut Grass tried to get out, failing over and over as sobs wracked through them, staining Ashton’s chest with their dark, oily tears. “You don't hate me, r-right? Don't wa- want me dead, d-do ya?”

Ashton’s arms tightened around them, so firm and heavy that Fresh Cut Grass couldn't help but sink into the embrace.

It felt so… safe. Welcoming.

Like he was home.

“Never. You could stab me in the fuckin’ head and I still wouldn't hate you. You could cut my whole damn arm off and you’d still be stuck with me! Not that you ever would on purpose,” Ashton quickly assured them, not wanting to send their very best friend spiraling. Especially right now. They seemed so frightened, so genuinely hurt and distraught.

It was fucking heartbreaking.

“You’re crew, Letters. You know what that means? It means that I’ll fuckin’ OBLITERATE this shitty ass world before I’ll ever let it harm ya, you hear me? The only reason I’d ever want ya dead is if this world gets too fucked up to live on, and that's only cause it’d be crueler to let anyone live then. You… You’re important, Fresh Cut Grass. You're important to me.”

Metallic arms threw themselves around Ashton, clinging to him for dear life as Fresh Cut Grass’ sobs grew louder, shaking violently in safety of the earth Genasi’s embrace,

“... Fuck it. I hope you’re listening, cause I’m only saying this shit once, okay?” Ashton muttered against the cerulean blue wires that mimicked hair on their robotic friend. “... I love you. A fuck ton. I dunno what dream me said, but whatever that fucker spat out, I’m sorry as hell for it. I’d punch that assfuck if I could, you know I would! I… I just hope you can believe the shit I’m sayin’ now.”

For a good few minutes, that confession hung in the air, only sobs and cries filling the cool night air of their inn room. Yet as the time passed, so too did that nightmare, it’s ghoulish whisperings melting away into the candlelit room, leaving only the sounds of their core whirling and Ashton’s steady breaths above him.

“... I- I love you too, Ashton…” Fresh Cut Grass hoarsely whispered, as the final oily tear fell from their face plate, dripping to the now stained floor below. “I- Thank ya… Thank ya so dang much…”

“Don't mention it, Grass. Shit’s what you do for your crew.”

A flash of a grin, warm and wide and so familiarly rough.

It warmed him, right down to their soul.

And as Ashton ushered them over to the side of his bed, making sure they were right by their side as he laid down to sleep once more, their hands gripped tightly together, even as they slipped back into slumber's sweet embrace…

Fresh Cut Grass thought that, perhaps, love really was something they truly understood.

[voidsuites]

lowk i get yappy as a chihuahua sometimes (like right now) but anyways idk if ur a big hozier fan or a fan at all but i see him this month and the challengers brainrot is still brainrotting so with those two combined…

all three of them and their relationships are so hoz coded but art especially to me like icarian, work song, sunlight, in a week, from eden…

i could assign each song to the three of them and give reasoning but i’ll spare everyone from the dissertation

anyways art is so hozier coded to ME i feel like he would keep bees too -🧸

the chihuahua part is so real. i was always called a peanut gallery as a kid so this resonates with me. just glad i can yap on the internet now without restraint (sorry guys!)(not really)

also OOH i hope u have fun seeing hozier! i’ve been meaning to get into his music more but everything i’ve heard of his is really good. i see wallows next week (oh my god), mitski at the end of the month, and omar apollo that first week in october (plus dan and phil mid-oct shhhhh) so yeah music means a lot to me and influences my bots sm. clearly.

swap your hozier for brat and you’ll know where i’m at in terms of challengers brainrot. i already planned out who’s who for each song so i just need to actually start programming the bots and whatnot. really REALLY excited to get them all done. and beekeeper art is what i’m going to obsess about for the rest of tonight so thank youuuuu… <3

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Also, because I have nothing better to do with my life, here are the song inspos for my Bloodweave BG3 fic Ancient Books and Horror Stories title and chapter titles!

Mostly I pick them because of particular lines I like in songs that embody what I’m trying to write. Almost all my fanfics have song titles as their titles because I’m terrible with and get very stressed out about titles! Yay!

Songs beneath the cut to save people’s screens. I don’t think there’s any spoilers included for the fic if you’re a reader who wants to check these out.

I am apparently just very bored and feeling particularly introspective today. And also in a wildly yappy mood.

Oh, well! ┐(´∀｀)┌

Fic Title: Ancient Books and Horror Stories - Big Houses by Squalloscope

Heard this one originally on the podcast Welcome to Night Vale. It’s the weather for, I believe, episode 33. I’m not caught up on Night Vale, tho I did an actually get to meet Cecil Baldwin and Joseph Fink at one of their first live shows back in 2013. I even got a pic with them and an autograph and they are so beyond fucking nice. I fucking love their show and them.

This song ended up working better than I thought for the fic as a whole and I love it so much.

Chapter One: Why did it have to be me? from the Mamma Mia 2 Soundtrack. I’m sorry I’ve only ever really experienced ABBA through covers, please forgive. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I struggled with this chapter title because it was originally gonna be “Ancient Books and Horror Stories” before I realized I wanted that to be the actual title. I like it tho! A little more upbeat than I necessarily wanted this chapter to feel, but captures the “helplessness” of falling in love with someone haha.

Chapter Two: All I Know is I Don’t Know a Thing - Dust and Ashes from The Great Comet of 1812 Musical

I fucking love The Great Comet of 1812. Hands down one of my fave musicals of all time. I am NOT IMMUNE to Josh Groban’s wiles.

I feel like Gale and Pierre have a lot in common, both being nice scholarly types who long for connection and a Great Love™.

Chapter Three: For I Sing Songs Until the Break of Dawn - Noel’s Lament from Ride the Cyclone

Not as familiar with this musical but love a few of the songs from it. Felt Noel envisioning himself as a sex worker really fit with how Astarion sort of views himself. Y’know minus the part of actually wanting to “be that fucked up girl.”

Chapter Four: This bottle of light from the sun - Calling the Moon by Dar Williams

I think this was actually an accident, oops. I was looking up the lyrics for Call on the Moon by D’Anna Stewart because I really liked it on the First Kill soundtrack (LET’S GO LESBIAN VAMPIRE LOVE STORY). I don’t know if I’ve ever heard the first song prior to me trying to find the lyrics again for this. OH WELL, still like the chapter title.

Chapter Five: Lucky to have what's left of your sanity - Digital Hallucination by OR3O

Spotify recommended this to me and it is a BANGER! Love OR30’s music in general (my fave is Greedy) even though I’m not super familiar with her inspiration for most of them. OR3O was the start of my descent into Electroswing, I fear, but damn if I’m not loving every minute of it.

Chapter Six: Give me one reason why I should live - I Imagine You’re Upset from Bat Boy

My bff in high school introduced me to the Bat Boy soundtrack. I thought she was joking at first. But here I am, still listening to it and loving it all these years later. Yay more vampire related inspo! Can you tell I like vampires?

Chapter Seven: A Hunger So Strong - Comfort and Joy from Bat Boy

MORE BAT BOY?! It’s more likely than you’d think!

Chapter Eight: Shared our Tears and Shed Our Sorrows - Stay, I Pray You from Anastasia

This is the result of me mishearing the actual lyrics of “shed our tears and shared our sorrows” and fucking loving the twist of expectations. OH WELL. More oopsies on my part. BUT I REGRET NOTHING.

Chapter Nine: I should be fine but it's all too much - Overwhelmed by Royal & the Serpent

Damn if this song doesn’t speak to my anxious ass OCD having self.

Chapter Ten: Sink your fangs into my soul - Hold Me, Bat Boy from Bat Boy

Uhhh only just now reading how many chapter titles are from Bat Boy. This was not intentional. WHOOPS.

Chapter Eleven: The Pretty Lies, the Ugly Truth - Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds

This group was introduced to my bff who used to listen to them a lot while I was riding in her car with her.

Chapter Twelve: How can nothing seem to last - This Too Shall Pass by Danny Schmidt

Heyyyy!!! More Night Vale weather! This time from episode eight! I started relistening to the podcast recently as well as their after show (this one included the weather artist) and came to really love this song.

Chapter Thirteen: Under a gathering storm - A Gathering Storm from Hadestown

Fucking LOVE the music from this musical. Yay Greek mythology too!!! Only been obsessed with that since I was I a literal child. Hermes has always been my fave, which is why I gravitate towards rogues/thieves in BG3 (coughAstarioncoughmyTavcough).

This may have actually begun my descent into Jazz related music and thereby Electroswing… And then Hazbin Hotel attacked…

Actually got to see this musical in person and loved every minute of it! Tho I’d suggest maybe knowing how the story of Orpheus and Eurydice plays out before going. Was with some friends who DID NOT and were a bit upset at the ending, haha.

Hmm. I’m sure there’s no parallels to that myth and this fanfic AT ALL.

Chapter Fourteen: Hoping you will ever find me in any place - The World from .hack//sign

Got into this anime around middle school/high school (can’t remember which) and fell in love with Yuki Kajiura’s music. Still listen to a bunch of songs from the .hack//sign soundtracks and used to actually own the CD haha. Really need to sit down and rewatch the anime it at some point.

…also just found out she composed some of the music for Demon Slayer and Aldnoah.Zero too. God she’s fucking amazing.

Chapter Fifteen: And they'll teach you not to pray to light - This Too Shall Pass by Danny Schmidt

LOOK WHO’S BACK. Didn’t realize I used this song twice but IF IT FITS!

Chapter Sixteen: At least then I would be free instead of frozen - I Think You’re the Devil by Ellee Duke

The vampire lesbian romance from First Kill is BACK BABY! And this time I didn’t confuse the song for a different one! Yay! Fucking obsessed with this song tho. Love so much of that soundtrack in general tbh.

Chapter Seventeen: I have Died only to Find I’ve Come Alive - Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds

Ayyy look who’s back! Another unintentional repeat but OH WELL. Apparently I have no self control. This is going to be part one of the two part epilogue!

Chapter Eighteen: Trees Instead of Gravestones - Big Houses by Squalloscope

And the only INTENTIONAL repeat in this whole thing is *drumroll* Big Houses!!! This is for part two of the two part epilogue!

Felt very fitting to “start” and end the fic with the same song. It’s also not lost on me that the song is kind of about dealing with religious trauma and embracing your spirituality your own way.

Between this and This Too Shall Pass, one might think there may be “complicated relationship with spirituality” undertones to this fic! Definitely couldn’t be inspired by me growing up in the Bible Belt! No siree!

Anyway, if you read this far, kudos to you! And if you check out any of the music, I hope you like it!

Did not intend to steal from so many vampire related songs, but OH WELL.

I literally went through my Spotify playlists looking up lyrics for songs I liked that I thought might fit and put the snippets I liked in a notes doc with no added context. So yeah, serendipity lol. Genuinely the only one I actually meant to use twice was Big Houses. Dunno how the rest of those repeats snuck in.

So, ahem, can you tell I fucking love musicals???

ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 48!

“There were so many better ways to do this,” Zaida muttered as Scott cornered Ethan on the empty stairwell.

“Like how?” Stiles scoffed, leaning back against the brick wall on the first landing as he hooked his thumbs through his backpack strap.

“I could have kicked his ass?” She offered and the boy rolled his eyes at her. “What? I could have! Given the right environment…”

“You know why you couldn’t have. Now come stand here, you’re my scary dog privilege.” He reached out and gripped her wrist, tugging her over to stand beside him. “...You know, if that dog were a Chihuahua.”

“Hey! I’m not some short, yappy demon with anger issu-” She started but he raised a brow at her pointedly with an amused grin, causing her to growl. “Okay yeah, I hear it!”

“Why are you even talking to me?” Ethan shook his head at them. “I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?”

“I’m sorry, were you looking at him?” Zaida raised a brow, narrowing her eyes protectively at the alpha as she pointed to the boy beside her. “That’s right, get a nice long look, because I’m going to come over there and dig a tunnel into your eyes with my nails!”

“I wasn’t looking at him,” Ethan sighed impatiently.

“Does that mean you were looking at her?” Stiles immediately got defensive, talking exaggeratedly and using his hands as a vulgar demonstration. “Are you threatening her? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking-”

“Whoa, Stiles! Okay, we get it.” Scott interrupted quickly, diffusing the situation whilst his friends glared at the twin. “We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again.”

“You don't know what we owe them - especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas.” Ethan shook his head.

“What were you?” Scott asked curiously.

“...Omegas.” The alpha answered bitterly. “In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoats - the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack.”

“So, you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack?” Stiles snorted, amused.

“Something like that.” Ethan muttered darkly - speaking about it seemed to be stirring difficult memories for the boy.

“What happened?” Scott pushed for more information, and Zaida was admittedly surprised when Ethan gave it to them.

“They were killers. I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation...And our alpha was the worst of them.” The boy revealed. Zaida could practically taste his lingering hatred from where she stood.

“Why didn't you just fight back?” Stiles shrugged as if the answer had been simple. “Form Voltron-Wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?”

“We couldn't.” Ethan looked at the boy. “We didn't know how to control it back then.”

“Deucalion taught you.” Scott nodded, following along.

“And then, we fought. We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And, by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life.” The alpha snarled. “And we tore him apart. Literally.”

“What about your Emissaries?” The smaller werewolf finally got to the crux of the matter. “They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?”

“All of them except for Deucalion's.” Ethan tilted his head at them.

“You mean Morrell?” Stiles’ eyes flickered to Zaida and the two exchanged a knowing glance when the brunette felt a spike of panic hit her chest. It wasn’t hard for her to identify exactly which door in her mind the feeling was coming from.

“Wait, something’s wrong with Lydia,” She took in a sharp breath, forgetting that she was supposed to be keeping her powers secret in her worry for the girl. Ethan frowned at her, confused as she pointed a finger at him angrily. “I swear if your brother laid one claw on her, I’m going to rip his head from his body and use it as a bowling ball.”

The boy didn’t have time to respond before he groaned, clutching his chest with a pained expression. “What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?” Scott stepped forward with concern etched in his features.

“Not me - my brother.” Ethan glared at them all, figuring that they’d separated the two on purpose. Without another word, he bolted down the steps with the trio of teens rushing after him. Following the alpha’s lead, they found themselves bursting into the boys locker room.

Cora was huddled on the floor in Lydia’s lap with Aiden standing over her clutching a forty five pound weight, preparing to strike it down over the beta. “Aiden, stop! Stop! Stop!” Lydia was begging the boy with wide eyes.

Ethan intercepted the blow, pulling the weight from his brother’s hands and tossing it to the floor with a growl. “You can't do this!!

“She came at me!” The werewolf huffed and if it were a cartoon, there would surely be steam blowing from his ears.

“That checks out - she’s an idiot.” Zaida drawled, staring at the girl with an unimpressed expression. She was simply relieved that Lydia was unharmed.

“It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her.” Ethan reminded his brother, furious that he’d gone against the terms of their deal.

“Sounds to me like you guys went from being the bitches of one pack, to being the bitches of another,” Zaida pointed out and both brothers glared at her, so she knew she’d hit a nerve. The two stormed out without a goodbye.

“Hey, guys? I think she's pretty hurt…” Stiles captured their attention, directing it towards Cora who was getting to her feet shakily, the flow of blood from her temple now slowing. “You okay?”

“She doesn't look okay…” Lydia pointed out.

“I'll heal.” She scoffed irritably and as soon as the words left her mouth, she tipped forwards. Stiles quickly intercepted and helped her right her balance. “I said, I'm fine.”

“Do you realise how suicidally crazy that was? What were you thinking, going after them?” Stiles admonished her.

“I did it for Boyd! None of you were doing anything.” Cora cried out angrily.

“We're trying-” Scott defended but she cut him off swiftly.

“And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers, running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do, is find the bodies.” She glared at them through light brown eyes.

“And what are you, but a stupid teenager doing the exact same thing? All you were going to do by attacking Aiden was become one of the bodies.” Zaida crossed her arms over her chest in frustration, knowing how her words would have hit both Scott and Stiles right where it hurt. “At least we’re not dumb enough to pick a direct fight that we have no chance at winning.”

“No, you’re just dumb enough to think that you can win without actually fighting.” The beta quipped and Zaida’s lip curled.

“You know what bitch, I’m about to fight right now. You can tell me if I’ve won when I wipe your blood off the floor with your own ass.” She snapped and strong hands looped around her waist, pulling her away from the girl who she was steadily approaching.

“Okay, down girl,” Stiles warned her and passed her off to Scott, who held his arm out across her to stop her from moving forward. "What is it with all the violence today?"

“Traitor,” She muttered bitterly to the werewolf.

“Maybe you should put a muzzle on your girlfriend.” Cora sassed with a tilt of her head even though she looked one minute away from passing out.

“Muzzle!?” Zaida blurted at the same time as Stiles exclaimed, “Girlfriend!?”

“Yeah, good to know your priorities are in order, Stilinski.” She shook her head at the boy, disguising her brief flash of hurt with sarcasm.

“Well, she's definitely a Hale…” Stiles sighed heavily. “I'll make sure she gets home.”

“Like hell you will - you’re my ride! Lydia has advanced mathematics during free period this afternoon, and she might wait around for Miss Blake’s memorial recital.” Zaida protested with a scowl. “There’s no way I’m staying back late.”

“Then come with us,” Stiles shrugged.

“I’d rather walk.” She grumbled.

“Would you?” Cora raised a brow challengingly.

As it turned out, she wouldn’t. Maybe in winter, but in the Californian heat? There was no way Zaida was going to walk home in that. So here she was in the passenger seat of the Jeep - at least she had claimed that much of a win and wasn’t relegated to the backseat like Cora.

“You know I was kidding earlier. You’re not actually a Chihuahua…” Stiles broke the awkward silence. “...You’re more like a border collie - just minus the high energy.”

“Excuse me?” She gawked at him, twisting her face.

“What? They’re hyper-intelligent, really fast learners, and are super loyal and hardworking.” He explained his choice.

“Yeah, and if you don’t give them enough stimulation they get bored and are completely destructive!” She exclaimed.

“And your point is…?” He smirked slightly in amusement.

“You know what, whatever!” She huffed in exasperation, turning to look out her window. “Because everyone knows you’re a German Shepherd - aggressive and hostile towards strangers because you’re hyper-vigilant and highly strung, with way too much energy for your own good!”

“I actually take that as a compliment. German Shepherds are smart, loyal, protective - not to mention, they make great police dogs.” He winked at her, entirely unbothered by her attempt at a barb.

“Well you’re just full of animal facts today, aren't you?” Zaida grumbled.

“...Scott’s definitely a Golden Retriever.” Stiles muttered after a long silence.

“You’re still thinking about that?” Zaida dragged out a long sigh.

“Yeah I can see that,” Cora mused from the backseat. “Lydia’s a Poodle.”

“Please, she’s clearly a Pomeranian - and that’s not just because she owns one.” Zaida snorted. Pomeranians were bright, loyal, brave, curious, feisty, attention-seeking and bold - just like the redhead. “Your brother is a Pitbull, and Allison’s a Rhodesian Ridgeback.”

“A what-now?” Cora questioned.

“A Rhodesian Ridgeback - she’s energetic, playful, independent, loving…but can be really aggressive and stubborn.” Zaida elaborated.

“Now Isaac - Isaac’s a Chihuahua.” Stiles snickered and yelped when Zaida whacked his shoulder at the remark. “What!? He totally is! He’s skittish and lashes out with violence.”

“I’m assuming we don’t like Isaac?” Cora leaned back in her seat, picking up on the animosity.

“No, Stiles doesn’t like Isaac.” Zaida corrected.

“Is it because you and him used to date?” The beta blurted, casually exposing the boy. Whilst Zaida frowned at the fact that Cora knew such a thing, Stiles grew increasingly uncomfortable and worried about what would come out of the girl’s mouth next. “It’s perfectly common to be jealous of your partner’s ex - usually senseless and insecure, but common .”

“Ahah! The only partners we are…are partners in crime,” Stiles laughed nervously, the joke coming out far more awkwardly than he would have liked.

“We’re not together.” Zaida spluttered, her cheeks burning.

“Really? Well you could have fooled me,” Cora seemed genuinely surprised this time.

“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” Stiles cleared his throat and lowered his window, welcoming the loud noise of the air rushing past them as they drove.

“Not just you - it’s definitely hot,” Zaida agreed and hurried to roll her window down as well, the car falling under a tense silence. Why was he acting so weird? Did he find the notion of them together that strange and off-putting?

Both teens thanked whatever powers may be when Zaida’s phone rang, the ringtone playing Taylor Swift’s ‘The Archer’ loudly. “Hey, Allison!” Zaida greeted the girl almost too enthusiastically as she answered the phone. “Did Isaac end up finding you?”

“Yeah, I did, and that’s not all I found.” The boy’s voice greeted her instead of the huntress’.

“We’re in my dad’s office, and as it turns out, it wasn’t just the map that had markings in invisible ink. There were markings on the desk underneath it - the different groups of sacrifices. Virgins, warriors, healers, philosophers, then guardians.” Allison spoke up from the other end of the line. “Which, after yesterday, has to mean something, like, law enforcement, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what we were thinking last night. Deaton told us about the different groups.” Zaida admitted grimly.

“So you’ve already let Sheriff and Xander know, then?” The huntress assumed.

“Well���uh, no. Not exactly.” Zaida winced.

“We didn’t really get that far.” Stiles pursed his lips. He’d made his stance on the matter quite clear last time they spoke about it with Scott. He would do what was necessary, but he was scared for his father’s safety.

"I think my dad’s already gone to warn Xander, but Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need, but you have to get him to believe.” Allison urged the boy. “Tell your dad. Warn him”

“Okay, okay, okay. I know.” He agreed and the girl hung up, clearly in some sort of hurry. For what reason, none of them were certain.

“What are you gonna do?” Cora interjected herself into the discussion.

“I'm gonna tell him the truth…and I'm gonna need your help.” Stiles relented. “Both of you.”

Zaida and Cora were sitting side by side at the end of Stiles’ bed, watching the boy pace backwards and forwards over the expanse of floor between them and an increasingly impatient Sheriff Stilinski.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay…Yes! Okay,” He muttered to himself until his eyes brightened with an idea, but then that light faded as he thought better of it, clearly panicking. “No, oh…”

“Stiles?” His father interrupted once he had enough of standing and waiting.

“Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just...I'm trying to...I'm just trying to figure out how to start, here…” The boys fiddled with his hands.

“Hey, I don't have this kind of time.” Noah warned in a not so subtle way of telling his son to hurry it up.

“Um... For the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people that drowned him, and all these murders right now!” The boy blurted awkwardly. “It's like-It's like you've been playing a losing game.”

“Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son-” The Sheriff sighed, his lined face weary from stress.

“I know, okay? See, but that's…” Stiles took in a deep and shaky breath. “That's just it, Dad. The-the reason that you're losing the game is 'cause you've never been able to see the whole board! I need to show you the whole board.”

“Sorry, excuse me. I’ve gotta take this.” Zaida smiled apologetically when her phone began to buzz, stepping out of the room and into the hallway. “Lydia? Is everything okay?”

“No, Mr Westover is missing. He’s been taken. Miss Blake won’t believe me, but I know he’s the next sacrifice.” Came the girl’s panicked voice on the other end of the line.

“Wait, Mr Westover? But…he doesn’t fit the pattern.” Zaida shook her head.

“Maybe he has a background in law enforcement? I don’t know! We don’t have time to figure out why the Darach has decided to switch target groups. He could already be dead.” The redhead reasoned.

“Look, we don’t know for sure that he’s a sacrifice. I’m not saying you’re wrong, but it could be like Danny. Maybe he knew something?” Zaida questioned. “Where’s Scott?”

“He went to talk to Morrell, but he’s here now…with Ethan.” She explained.

“What? Why would he go to Morrell?” The brunette hissed in alarm.

“He wanted to see if she was the Darach. She denied it - obviously - and claims that she’s been holding Deucalion back from coming after the rest of us.” Lydia repeated the information Scott had revealed to her only moments before. “She warned him that Deucalion doesn’t really care about the sacrifices when he’s ‘focused on the prize’.”

“On Scott,” Zaida sighed, leaning back against the wall.

“Yeah, something about him being a true alpha.” The redhead continued, sounding slightly confused.

“A true alpha is a werewolf who rises to the status without having to kill someone to take it from them - for the pure of heart, you know? Deucalion wants a true alpha in his pack. You’d think that by now he’d figure out that nothing he can do is going to make Scott turn on us.” Zaida snorted in laughter as she explained the situation to Lydia, until she realised what she’d just said. “Oh my God! He knows Scott would never willingly join him. All Scott has done since day one is show Deucalion that he would do anything for his friends. Deucalion’s not putting us through all this to push Scott to become a true alpha sooner…why would he want a true alpha that he can’t control? No…Deucalion is going to do what he always does when he can’t have something he wants. He’s going to destroy it. He’s trying to force Scott into killing so he never becomes a true alpha!

“And he’s going to do it by putting him in the position of needing to kill in order to save the people he loves.” Lydia added.

“We’ve been so focused on the Darach that we’ve been playing defence this entire time - dealing with the alphas as an afterthought. That’s exactly what Deucalion wanted. That’s why he isn’t bothering with the Darach himself.” Zaida gasped as the pieces began falling together.

“What do we do now?” The redhead asked, unable to see a clear path forward.

“You need to warn Scott, then go home. I’ll meet you there when we’re done.” Zaida instructed.

“What are you guys doing?” She could hear the frown of confusion in Lydia’s voice as she inquired.

“Stiles is telling his dad the truth about everything. We thought that given the circumstances, he should know what’s been going on.” The brunette sighed in admittance.

“Probably a wise move. How’s it going?” Lydia questioned and Zaida peeked inside Stiles’ bedroom where he’d set up a literal chess board on his desk and was labeling pieces with post-it notes.

“Not well,” Zaida decided. “At all.”

When she bid Lydia goodbye and rejoined the group inside Stiles’ room, the boy was in the midst of assigning supernatural identities to each colour of post-it. Strolling in and standing behind Stiles, she leaned over his shoulder to get a good view at the board. “Hey, why am I a pawn?” She complained. “That’s incredibly offensive, especially considering Jackson got to be a rook. He’s not even here anymore and he still outranks me!”

“Here,” Stiles rolled his eyes and removed the green strip of paper with her name on it, re-sticking it to the white queen piece. “That better?”

“Not really, now you’re whitewashing me.” Zaida grumbled but decided to drop the matter at the boy’s sharp stare.

“Scott and Derek are werewolves?” Noah spoke slowly as his eyes roamed the pieces before him.

“Yes!” Stiles cheered optimistically.

“And Kate Argent was a werewolf?” He continued.

“Hunter. That's-” Stiles pointed at the post-it with Kate’s name on it. “Purple's ‘hunter’."

“Along with Allison and her father.” Cora nodded to the other two pieces with purple papers.

“Yeah.” Stilinski’s eyes narrowed as they landed on the white queen. “And Zaida’s a mermaid?”

“A naiad. It’s a type of water nymph.” The brunette corrected. “It’s really closer to a faerie than a mermaid.”

“A fairy? Like with wings? Like…Tinkerbell?” Noah’s face screwed into a confused expression as he looked at her.

“You know what, forget about it. Mermaid works.” She waved her hand, indicating that he should move on.

“And... and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?” The man added.

“Well, no. No, no, no, no. He's a Druid, okay?” Stiles tapped the blue piece of paper in a form of gentle reminder. “Well, we think.”

“So, then who's the Kanima?” His father asked, still not able to wrap his head around the system.

“Jackson.” Stiles picked up his piece.

“No, before you said Jackson's a werewolf.” The Sheriff’s brows furrowed deeply.

“Jackson was the Kanima first , and then Peter and Derek killed him, and he came back to life as a werewolf.” Stiles explained rapidly, not hearing how bizarre his words sounded to the unfamiliar listener. “Now, he's in London…”

“Who's the Darack?” Noah let out a long sigh, shifting his attention to the piece with the red paper.

“It's Darach…” Stiles corrected his father’s pronunciation, and if she didn't feel so much pity for the boy having to do this, she’d have asked him if that was really important at that point in time. “And we don't know yet.”

“But he was killed by werewolves?” The Sheriff clarified, remembering parts of what Stiles had told him about the goings on behind the scenes.

“Or she,” Zaida interrupted pointedly. “Let’s not limit our options here.”

“Or she.” Stiles agreed. “But yes, slashed up and left for dead.”

“We think.” Cora added impatient.

“We think.” Stiles repeated, acknowledging the uncertainty of the situation.

“Yeah...Why was Jackson the Kanima?” Noah questioned and Zaida was pleasantly surprised by how easily he was seeming to be taking the news.

“‘Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are.” His son answered.

“And what shape would an increasingly confused, and angrier-by-the-second father take?” The Sheriff raised a brow and Zaida pursed her lips. Ah , she’d complimented him too soon. He thought they were pulling his leg.

“...Uh, that would be more of an expression like the one you're currently wearing…” Stiles mumbled nervously, beginning to stammer and pointing at Cora. “Dad- Dad, would you- I can prove it, okay? Look, she's one of them. A werewolf!”

“Stiles. Stiles!” Noah yelled to get the boy’s attention, effectively shutting him up as he got to his feet. “That's enough.”

“Dad, can you please just hold on? You ready?” He looked to Cora first and the girl nodded, slowly standing. “All right, Dad, just watch this, okay?”

“Stiles, something’s wrong,” Zaida warned, catching a faint wave of dizziness through her blocks. Instead of baring her fangs and claws, Cora’s very-much not-glowing eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she collapsed to the floor.

“Call an ambulance.” The Sheriff called out to Zaida, and she had no choice but to listen. It wasn’t as if they could tell the man to take Cora to her brother’s downtown loft instead of the hospital when she was clearly in need of medical attention.

“What’s he saying? Put him on speaker, I can’t hear,” Zaida complained as she craned her neck closer to Stiles’ phone in an attempt to hear Scott.

“I can’t put him on speaker, we’re in the middle of the hospital hallway!” Stiles pointed out in exasperation. “Someone could hear.”

“We were wrong about it being guardians. It's philosophers, as in teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover. Lydia was right.” Scott’s voice blurred through the phone and Zaida had to press her arm almost completed flush against Stiles’ face to hear it.

“That makes sense. Tara, she wasn't always a cop - she used to teach middle school.” Stiles drew the connection that Zaida had been missing earlier during her conversation with Lydia.

“Then the last one's gonna be another teacher.” Scott spoke hurriedly.

“Yeah, but there's dozens of them, Scott, and they're all headed home.” Stiles shook his head.

“No...No, they're not. They're all going to the recital.” The werewolf recalled the event that they had all forgotten about.

“Well shit,” Zaida swore.

[jihyology]

BROOM, CRASH, BOOM,, shin ryujin.

WARNINGS: mention of heights, ryujin slightly snaps at yuna ( how dare she ), Yeji pulls Y/ns hair, mention of food, Ryujin loses control of her broom, Ryujin knocks Y/n unconscious 😍, implied Hufflepuff!Yeji and Y/n, other than that an attempt was made at fluff <3

IDOLS MENTIONED: the whole of Itzy, Tzuyu and Momo (t), Lisa (bp), Minho (skz), Karina (æ).

NOTE: my tumblr is glitching, and I’m about to have a mental breakdown— so please ignore all of the paragraph replications.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k <3

RYUJIN carefully sat atop her broom, lingering a few hundred feet in the air, and relishing in the dampened dewy eye of morning. It was too early, and the dark haired girl's teammates practically carved the words into her brain, screeching, as if it were a chalkboard and their voices the sharpened claws. She knew it was early, she could feel it first hand.

“I need to sleep too, and if they don’t shut their yappy little mouths they’ll be grazed by the bullet.” Ryujin grumbled to herself, rolling her shoulder blades. She was rambling, and didn’t mean to seem so harsh, but there was only a limit to her tolerance; testing it in the morning was a cheat code to letting her temper free.

“Unnie-yah, can’t we have a five minute break? It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn!” She heard a familiar voice whine. The dark haired girl sighed, knowing that the girl was elected among her peers to try and sway the quidditch captain. They weren’t exactly wrong to select the girl over all else, Ryujin did have a small soft spot for her, and they were the closest. Nonetheless, the elder girl swivelled her head around, glaring at the younger girl; Shin Yuna.

“Unnie-yah, can’t we have a five minute break? It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn!” She heard a familiar voice whine. The dark haired girl sighed, knowing that the girl was elected among her peers to try and sway the quidditch captain. They weren’t exactly wrong to select the girl over all else, Ryujin did have a small soft spot for her, and they were the closest. Nonetheless, the elder girl swivelled her head around, glaring at the younger girl; Shin Yuna.

“Unnie-yah, can’t we have a five minute break? It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn!” She heard a familiar voice whine. The dark haired girl sighed, knowing that the girl was elected among her peers to try and sway the quidditch captain. They weren’t exactly wrong to select the girl over all else, Ryujin did have a small soft spot for her, and they were the closest. Nonetheless, the elder girl swivelled her head around, glaring at the younger girl; Shin Yuna.

“We’ve been here fifteen minutes, Yuna. You know we have a game later today, and that we always practice beforehand. Even if it is at the buttcrack of dawn.” The captain deadpanned, tilting her head down, and harshly sighing through her nose.

“Look, Shin, it’s one last practice, the game is in less than three hours. And the slytherins have hogged the slot closest to the game. It wasn’t my choice,” she almost whispered, but Yuna still heard her. If Ryujin hadn’t made them all use a spell that enhanced hearing, the younger girl was sure she wouldn’t have done.

The blonde haired gryffindor nodded, frowning at the fact she pressed the girl. All Ryujin was doing was her job as captain, and Yuna now saw that.

“I know. And there’ll be no more complaints from me, unnie. I’m sorry.” The elder Shin smiled at her teammate, softly patting her back in thanks, and soon dismissing her.

And yet, all Ryujin could do was wonder if a certain someone was going to be there.

Bloody hell you were tired. It was nine in the morning, and you had just endured the wrath of a very grouchy Yeji. You just wanted to sleep, for pete's sake! The only reason you were to wake up this early on a Saturday was for the quidditch match. And the only reason you were going to the quidditch match was out of a partial feeling of duty.

Quidditch is a staple of Hogwarts, and appealing to that fact you felt as if it was your job to attend a few matches. Namely the ones where your house were playing, and the final match of the season. ( But, if you were asking Yeji, she’d tell you it was for the cute gryffindor captain. )

You stretched out your arms, and yelled a little in satisfaction. You sounded a little like a dinosaur to Yeji, and she always reinforced the idea whenever you practiced the action.

You groaned loudly, and again, to try and affect the older girl occupying the bathroom. If she was going to wake you, she needed to hear your discontempt.

“Y/n, stop whining! You know fully well you asked me to wake you!” Yeji yelled from next to the sink, the bathroom was only to the left of your bed, so she really didn’t need to yell. You whined, swivelling your dishevelled head to the left.

“I can, and will continue, Yej! I have a right to sleep, and I’m not sure who you are to think you can take it away—“ you slightly rambled, your voice rushed and heated.

“Seeker Shin is playing~” Yeji sang, and -despite still in the middle of chugging along your speech like a whizzing train- you suddenly grew quiet. Your best friend giggled, knowing exactly what would quieten you.

“That is so not fair!” You yelled, rushing to acquire some flattering clothes. It didn’t really matter what you wore, though; you looked gorgeous in anything. You may not think it, but blimming heck does the rest of Hogwarts know it.

You ran around like a headless chicken, looking for your mustard wool jumper. Snapping your head around every few seconds, you finally locked your eyes on a tuft of yellow, peeking from a small pile of tidily folded clothes.

You shed our pajama shirt, an oversized piece of merch from the muggle group Red Velvet, and replaced it with the soft jumper. The fluffed material welcomed you, and you grinned in comfort.

Wiggling on some jeans, you ran into the bathroom, much to Yejis amusement. Quickly brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, and doing whatever to your face you felt like wearing.

Yeji smiled, coming up from behind.

“I love that jumper on you, you have to let me borrow it at some point,” she playfully pouted, pulling your hair from your shoulders and crossing strands over one another. You loved it when Yeji did your hair, she was always so gentle. You let out a small laugh, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

“Thanks, unnie. I think you’d really suit it actually.” The elder girl smiled over your shoulder, securing the braid with a hairband.

“Come on, Y/n-ah, let’s go down to the great hall and eat.” The Hwang prompted, yanking the hair she had just tied. In response, you gave a squeak. You blinked a little, not expecting your head to be thrown backward in such a swift motion, and cupped the hair she had just pulled on.

“What the heck, Hwang!” You called, swiftly hurrying toward her running frame. All you heard were Yejis giggles as she escaped you.

You didn’t eat too much for breakfast, just a small nibble, and now you found yourself and Yeji walking to the pitch. The both of you trot up the stairs, thee stone barely cushioning the fall of your steps. You were practically the mirror of a heated dog by the end of the journey. Heaving breaths, the two of you ran to be rested, eventually finding empty spots next to Lia, one of their best friends.

“Jisu-yah, do you mind if we stand here?” Yeji asked the girl, slightly surprising her, which was evident in the little flinch she made.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you, unnie,” you softly stated, wincing a little in guilt. Lia simply smiled, her eyes closing in the process, her head jumped with her little giggle and she raised her hand in dismissal.

“It’s fine, you just took me a little by surprise. Go ahead, I was hoping you’d be the ones to sit there.” She patted the park of the wall diagonal to her, her face now sculpted into a calm grin. Yeji shared a look with you, before deciding to surge into the spot designated to the person right beside Lia. You smiled, completely fine with occupying the spot at the end of the row.

“Thanks, Lia!” The oldest girl hummed, and you followed narrowly behind. Lia simply laughed a little, again, dismissing the thanks.

“It’s going to start soon, we’d better pay attention now,” The Choi swivelled her head toward the space of green grass, adorned with hoops hanging in the sky that were propelled by metal bars.

And they were off, two full teams of quidditch players zooming around the air of the spacious land plot. You recognised a few of the participants; Shin Yuna, Gryffindors keeper; Lee Chaeryeong, one of Gryffindors chasers; Chou Tzuyu, Slytherins seeker; And, of course, Shin Ryujin, Gryffindors seeker.

The game had barely started and yet there was already a lot of action, for one, Chaeryeong had almost been hit by a stray bludger ricocheted from a very guilty-looking Lee Minho ( or, so the commentator, Yoo Ji-min, had claimed his name was ).

And, the second pile of action was the very heated beginning to the first score. An upperclassman by the name of Lisa, had narrowly missed the same bludger as Chaeryeong, and the flying ball had coincidentally diverted the quaffle into the direction of the Thai girl. It was quite a journey to get to the hoops, but luckily the Slytherin keeper had been too involved in trying to dodge a bludger.

And while the players were impressive, your eyes wouldn’t leave even the shadow of the seeker. Honestly, if your house hadn’t already had a seeker, you’d be a great candidate with how intent your stare was.

But, even then, your eyes would latch onto Shin Ryujin.

Anything she did captivated you, and your brain would melt into mush at the mere sight of her. And, perhaps, that was why all you could do was stare hopelessly as she flew right toward you.

“Y/N— LOOK OUT!” Was all you heard before it was overtaken by the sound of a thump, and a loud crack!

All Ryujin felt was guilt. She should’ve had more control over her broom's movement. But she didn’t, and now it was her fault you were in the hospital wing. That her crush was in the hospital wing.

She may have been in the infirmary, too, but that doesn’t mean she's going to get any treatment for the overwhelming emotion. So, she sat beside your bed waiting for you to awaken.

And, as if on cue, you groaned and your eyes fluttered into a wince. The Shin sighed in relief, and it could clearly be seen washing over her face. At the sound, your brows furrowed further, and your eyes snapped open.

The confusion infused into your face was almost comical. Why was Shin Ryujin holding your hand, and why were you in the hospital wing?

Wait.

Why was Shin Ryujin holding your hand in the hospital wing?

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Said girl almost cried, her presence further overwhelming your senses. The older girl almost surged forward to hug you, but stopped herself in the nick of time.

“I, yeah… What, what happened?” You groaned, unknowingly tightening your grip on the dark haired girl's hand. The girl opposing you’s reaction was almost instantaneous, shocking you as she looked sculpted from the mould of a scolded kitten.

“My,” she sharply inhaled, “I lost control of my broom, and I couldn't gain it back..” she closed her eyes, and let out a small awkward cough.

“It was too fast, and I wasn’t paying attention, and neither were you.. I accidentally crashed into you,” the older girl tore apart the bandaid, and slightly caved in on herself. She was honestly afraid you’d scream at her until your lungs hurt, and further than that. But, she’d understand if you did such, she gave you a concussion for goodness sake!

“Oh,” you blinked, raising your unoccupied hand to itch your eyebrow, as you did your eyes skimmed over the Shin girl. Realising your hand was in hers, finally, you squeezed it. She raised her head a little, probably to scope out if you had noticed the action; and when she realised you did, she may have blushed.

“I’m not mad at you. If anything, I’m thankful you’ve gotten me” you leaned a little closer, “out of potions, Slughorn is honestly insufferable,” you winked, acting as if you were telling her a low profile scandal.

It made her giggle a little, so you took that as a win. You were proud of yourself for making your crush giggle, even if it was a short one.

“Eh?” You suddenly heard someone shriek, making you jerk a little. Your eyes soon connected to Ryujins. She had made that noise.

“What’s wrong? You sounded like Momo unnie,” you nervously chuckled, seemingly confused by the large grin on her face.

“You.. have a crush on me?” She had answered immediately. Her face was no doubt cramping, but she still held the smile proudly. You blushed brightly.

You didn’t..

You said that aloud.

You gasped loudly at the realisation and Ryujin laughed at the visual of it. Your hands almost immediately ran to your face like magnets, and you blushed even darker at the newest revelation that your hands were still intertwined.

Taking charge, the older girl pulled your hands from their shielding positions and pulled them down onto your lap. Unlinking her right hand from your left, she raised it to cup your burning face.

“Don’t hide from me, love. You don’t ever have to,” she rubbed her thumb along your heated cheek, linking her eyes to yours.

Your lips parted a little.

Hers did too.

And then they darted to your lips. And at your nod, which was an unconscious plead for more contact, she placed her lips into the perfect puzzle slot. Her lips fit yours so perfectly, and that was all she had hoped to happen.

When the two of you reluctantly pulled from each other, another force pulled you close again, making you place your forehead onto hers. Your eyes didn’t open, and you let yourself linger in the memory of the kiss.

“If it isn’t obvious, a crush is the exact thing life replicated for me too. I have so many feelings for you Y/n.” She hummed. Your eyes finally fluttered open, and you stared at her, a pure look of adoration plastered onto your face.

“I’ve liked you for so long, and I’m not going to hide that anymore.”

“The second you kissed me, I didn’t want you to either.”

But, if, when Yeji checked up on you, the two of you squealed for a long time; that was something you wouldn’t tell anyone.

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[babylon-crashing]

~ SYSSK’S THREE FOOLS ~

So far these are the designs I’ve come up with for card 0 in the Tarot deck. Originally I wrote this about the archetype: 

In the Rider-Waite tarot the Fool is a clown, setting out on a journey of enlightenment, guided by a symbolic flower and a butterfly (Psyche, the soul), with a dog snapping at their heels and an abyss in front of them. According to Barbara Walker, “[They] resemble the Asian images of the Unenlightened Man … standing for folly, ignorance, recklessness, childish frivolity, or a blessed madness having the potential for later insight.” Perhaps all this is true, but until the Fool takes their first step the journey cannot begin, which is itself a form of metamorphosis.

Technically there is nothing wrong with the middle card (my first attempt) with Syssk setting out on the road with a cute maneki-neko at her feet urging her on. But it didn’t feel inspired. Last night I came up with the last image and wrote:

... out of all the bizarre customs and habits humans demonstrate, for Syssk, who identifies as, “She/Her,” sex is the most baffling. That is her abyss, the chasm opening up before her. The giant skeleton behind her, which normally would be considered monstrous, like Syssk herself, actually functions as the more traditional Fool’s irritating yappy dog, trying to get her to see that she’s about to take a wrong step.

This, while interesting for me, was met with a lot of confusion when I showed it to friends. As one said (kindly), “all those things might be true in your head but they are not clear in the card you made.” After a night’s rest I have to agree.

This leads us to the first image, which I made this morning. I wrote:

Everything is food for thought, since my goal isn’t to just make a random image and call it “Fool” but rather craft a card another person could theoretically use in a reading. When I first started this I thought, “I’m not going to simply copy the symbolism in the Rider-Waite deck, I’ll make something new.” However, as I am finding out, the reason the Rider-Waite is the most popular tarot deck of all time (sorry, Marseille) is that it works. The further I stray the less what I’m making is Tarot and more Oracle. There’s nothing wrong, per se, with that but it’s not what I want to do. So I’m trying again. Since this is a deck about Syssk I was thinking about watching other people start off on their own journey of enlightenment while you stand in the background and debate with friends whether the fall off Mt. Fuji will kill the Fool or not. Often it is the groundwork that other people lay that allows us the ability to even realize enlightenment is something that we can even strive for. Here the traditional Fool has taken their step into the Abyss. The choice, though, is actually up to Syssk whether she will follow.

[un-beel-ievable]

Obey Me! Headcanons - The Demon Brothers react to a MC who owns a golden retriever 🐕

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Lucifer ☕

• When your dog first bounds over to greet Lucifer, it’s difficult to tell if the eldest born is a fan of your four-legged pal or not. The Avatar of Pride scrutinizes the ball of fluff as if he were a judge on a dog show —all the while as your dog vibrates impatiently by the front door with a tennis ball in its mouth. Perhaps it senses the need to be on its best behaviour if it’s to impress Lucifer.

• “A pet is a responsibility, not a novelty. I sincerely hope that you thought long and hard about the obligations of a pet owner before you went ahead with your decision to adopt. That being said, you appear to be doing quite well with your four-legged companion —they’re very well behaved. I have absolutely no qualms with you taking over Cerberus’s care when you return to the House of Lamentation; clearly you’d manage much more elegantly than my brothers. Perhaps Cerberus would enjoy the company of your charming pooch as well…”

• So Lucifer does like your dog. Not an entirely surprising revelation, if you’ve seen how he behaves around Cerberus in private. The strict no-nonsense archdemon turns into the softest dog owner that you’d ever have the pleasure of meeting; he’s all ear scritches and belly rubs. By the end of his visit, your dog is blissfully rolling on the carpet by Lucifer’s feet as the Avatar of Pride informs it over and over again that it is indeed “a good dog”.

• Perhaps you’ll even catch the small —but genuine— smile twitching at the corners of Lucifer’s lips as he does so.

Mammon 💳:

• In hindsight, perhaps giving Mammon a heads up about the presence of your pooch would have been a good idea.

• Despite your numerous attempts to reassure Mammon that the furry ball of enthusiasm barreling towards him is a Good Dog™, the terrified shriek that escapes the Avatar of Greed is shrill and ear-splitting enough to shatter your windows (Metaphorically speaking, of course. Rest assured, no windows were harmed in the writing of this headcanon.). When your dog leaps at him to nudge its head into his hand for scritches™ and headpats™, Mammon’s life flashes before his eyes. The only image that he can bring to mind before he passes out cold on your carpet is Cerberus’s terrifying snarl.

• When Mammon comes to, your dog is sitting on his chest —looking concerned and suitably chastised for accidentally scaring the living daylights out of the demon. (Even though Mammon refuses to come clean about how terrified he was. “The great Mammon? Afraid of a lil’ dog? W-What...What are ya talkin’ about? I wasn’t scared!”) The events that occurred over the last couple of minutes play on a loop in Mammon's mind. It finally dawns on him that your dog isn’t the ferocious beast that his imagination had conjured up, and his cheeks flush scarlet.

• Please give your demon a hug. I think he needs one. Or several.

Leviathan 🎮:

• If Leviathan had a pet ranking system, Henry 1.0 and Henry 2.0 would always claim the highest spots possible —the S-tiered, 5-star gods of the pet world. No golden retriever could ever worm its way to the top and snatch his love for them from under his feet. Sorry. But your dog is pretty cute, he’ll give you that.

• Too cute, maybe. Hey...um...you don’t love your dog more than you love him, right? What? Him, the Avatar of Envy, jealous? No! Of course not! Why would you make such an outrageous assumption? He’s not jealous —an adorable fluff ball of enthusiasm for the outdoors and joy is a way better than an icky otaku, after all. Leviathan doesn’t blame you for choosing your dog over him. Any sane individual would do the same...

• When you finally manage to reassure your demon that your dog is in no way competition for the affection that you hold for him, —he’ll always be your favourite demon, even if you have a dog. Even if you have a hundred dogs. Nothing is going to change that— he begins looking at your pooch in a different light. That’s right —as a potential cosplay partner. There’s this new anime that’s been released recently...Levi was wondering if you had heard of it? It’s titled: My Partner Is The Proud Owner Of A Golden Retriever And I’m An Otaku Who Enjoys The Simple Pleasure Of Collecting Merchandise and Cosplaying. One of the main characters happens to own a golden retriever as well, and if you’re willing to give him your blessing (the irony, I know), perhaps you’d lend him your pooch for an afternoon of cosplay and photography?

Satan 📚:

• Satan is a cultured demon who enjoys the company of four-legged companions, but he’s admittedly a fan of felines...not canines. Still, he prides himself on keeping an open mind towards new experiences, so he agrees to spend an afternoon with you and your dog (Even though he’d much rather be attending the opening day ceremony of the Devildom’s newest cat cafe. The things he does for love.).

• He performs some through research before meeting your dog for the first time; spending afternoon after afternoon in the sanctuary of his room reading about dogs and how to care for them. No number of books could prepare him for the real thing, however. When Satan first comes over to spend the afternoon in your home, he’s stiff and awkward —unsure of what to do with a dog. He ends up spending the first hour on your couch, sipping tea and spouting facts about golden retrievers.

• Show him the rope that your dog enjoys playing tug-of-war with, or the tennis ball that it insists on carrying in its jaws everywhere it goes. It takes a while for Satan to warm up to your pooch, but he’ll gradually learn to love —or at the very least, tolerate— your canine companion, even though he still firmly believes in the superiority of cats. Speaking of which, you’d accompany him on a date to that new cat cafe, right?

Asmodeus 💋:

• Oh! Your golden retriever is absolutely adorable! And gorgeous too —albeit not as beautiful as him, but that’s to be expected. There’s not a single individual in all of the three realms that could match up to his beauty. And your dog has such luscious fur too...dear Diavolo, he’d kill to have a haircare routine that’s as effective on his locks.

• Would you be willing to take a photo of him posing with your pooch? It’s for his Devilgram followers, of course —such beauty must be shared with the world, no? You’re not entirely sure if Asmo’s referring to his beauty, your dog’s beauty, or the shared, collective beauty of him and your dog. It doesn’t particularly matter. The two (three?) of you end up spending the entire afternoon orchestrating an impromptu photoshoot, and then spending the evening editing the photographs from said shoot for Devilgram.

• Generally gets along with your four-legged companion like a house on fire. There’s just one, itsy-bitsy issue.

• Your dog sheds. A ton. No matter how often you brush its fur, or how many boundaries you set about it not being allowed on the furniture, it seems determined to shed every carpet, sofa and bed that you own. Asmo never stops whining about the copious amounts of fur that now decorate every article of clothing he owns, but at least your dog seems happy to be able to leave its mark —on Asmo’s ensembles, of course, but also his heart.

Beelzebub 🍔:

• Corporate has asked you to find the difference between this picture and this picture—

• Asmo gets along well with your dog. Beel gets along with your dog even better. As one of the few only brothers who’s willing to spend any amount of time with Cerberus (granted, most of the time he’s only doing so because he’s been promised free food), Beel has grown into quite the dog lover. Your dog seems thrilled to be in the company of someone who appears to wholeheartedly enjoy its company —your dog is thrilled by the company of anyone who’s willing to give it their time of day, but still— and Beelzebub is thrilled to be in the company of a four-legged companion who appears to wholeheartedly enjoy his company. Beel is happy to spend whole afternoons playing with your dog...interspaced with the occasional snack break, of course.

• Speaking of which, Beel very much struggles with not giving into your golden retriever’s extremely convincing puppy dog eyes. Objectively, he knows that giving your dog human (or demon) food is a terrible idea —the last thing he wants is to be the reason that your dog has to take a trip to the vet. But your dog is so cute! And it’s looking at his food with such an intense longing in its eyes...Beel can relate to that. Surely a little nibble wouldn’t hurt…

• When you find yourself having to tell Beel off, suddenly you find yourself at the receiving end of 2 sets of puppy dog eyes; both Beel and your pupper are very sorry. They swear it’ll never happen again! Please don’t be upset…

• How are you supposed to stay mad at them?

Belphegor 🛏:

• ...listen.

• It’s not that he hates dogs. Honestly! He likes dogs as much as the next demon! But they can be loud and yappy and so incredibly energetic, and your golden retriever is more hyper than most. It always wants to go on walks, or play fetch, or make him throw its favourite tennis ball over and over again but refuse to hand it over so he has to engage in a slobbery game of tug-of-war to steal the ball from it —it’s just too much for the Avatar of Sloth. Just watching your dog zip across the room in a display of its endless amounts of energy is enough to tire Belphie out...is playtime over yet? He just wants to take a nap.

• Makes multiple attempts to talk you into allowing Beel to look after your dog. Just for an afternoon! His twin certainly has the energy to keep your hyperactive pup entertained for the whole day, and since you can be assured that your dog is well taken care of, perhaps the two of you could finally stay inside for once and take a nice, long nap. It’s been too long since he’s gotten to hold you in his arms…

• By the time Beel returns your dog to you, it’s all tuckered out from its day of adventures. As you’re thanking Beel for looking after your dog for the day, you catch him chuckling softly at something over your shoulder —Belphie and your furry friend, dozing off together on the couch. They appear to finally be getting along.

BONUS: I'm still not terribly comfortable with adding the (former) undatables to my writing repertoire, but my partner happens to be very fond of the demon butler...and I happen to be very fond of them. So just this once, just to see how it goes...

Barbatos 🍵:

• Oh? So this is the sweet bundle of fur that he’s heard so much about. It’s a pleasure to meet them at long last. Barbatos has always been fond of dogs, and your dog is quite an endearing creature to say the least...it actually reminds Barbatos of Cerberus when he was a puppy. How time flies.

• Treats your dog as if it were an esteemed guest of the castle. As long as Barbatos is around, you needn’t lift a finger when it comes to the care of your beloved pet. Keeping your dog fed and watered? Barbatos has it covered; the butler seems to have an in built in timer when it comes to feeding your dog —Barbatos serves its meals at exactly 6 in the morning and 6 in the evening. Not a minute early, not a minute late. When taking your dog out on walks, he carries a spare bottle of water for the sole purpose of offering it to your dog if it gets thirsty. Speaking of walks...Barbatos is more than happy to escort your pooch on walks in the event that you’re unavailable to do so yourself. Barbatos generally allows your golden to lead the way on their excursions, and is content with following along behind it to keep it out of trouble for however long it wishes to remain outdoors. If it were to tire itself out, Barbatos takes your dog into his arms and carries it the rest of the way home.

• Your pooch becomes very spoiled very quickly. It’s unclear if you’ve gained a butler...or if your dog has.

[until-all-are-one]

Hello! Love your stuff! I got a new sheltie puppy not too long ago so I was wondering how TFP Ratchet, TFP Smokescreen, TFA prowl, and (if you're up to it) MTMTE Megatron would react to their human!S/O adopting a puppy to live with them.

I don’t remember how old this ask is (I’m sorry!!) but congrats on your new furry baby!! Just doing Prime for now but if you still want the other two feel free to send them in again!! <3

TFP Ratchet

He is a bit annoyed to be honest, in the beginning. He doesn’t understand why you insist on bringing your furbaby to the base

Also, he takes the use of ‘baby’ very literally. He’s seen pets referred to as this online by a lot of people, so he just assumed that some humans gave birth to furry little creatures

He gets embarrassed when you tell him that, no, you didn’t actually spawn  that little bundle of joy, and that generally most humans give birth to other humans

He warms up to them pretty quickly though, and dare I say likes it

Personally, I see Ratchet as more of a cat person, but I think he’d end up liking dogs too - so long as they aren’t too noisy or yappy!

TFP Smokescreen

Probably don’t leave your fluffy little friend unattended around him, especially while he’s still getting used to it. He absolutely wouldn’t mean to hurt them, but he’d a strong bot

Loves them instantly, though. He falls for the puppy eyes every time

Will boot up his holoform just to cuddle with the puppy (and you!) without any danger of squishing anyone

Tries to teach your doggy tricks, with mixed results. For some reason, the puppy is much more receptive to Cybertronian than English (or any other earth language)

Love going on long walks with you and your dog, although he could walk for miles and miles, so he might end up having to carry you both home!

[svnarintaro]

Bakugou boyfriend hcs

- HE IS A CLUELESS BABY

- but in all honesty i feel like it would take a while for you two to even date 

- once he asks you to be his girlfriend he lets loose 

- you guys keep it a secret from everyone, he isn’t embarrassed of you it just that he doesn’t want mina to tease the living heck out of this boy 

- but the only person that found out was actually kaminari 

- he was about to ask for a charger 

- he walked in on you and bakugou mid way through a kiss

- “baku-woAHHHHH, wait is that y/n?!”

- and that is the story on how kaminari knows 

- then he told kirishima 

- kirishima told sero

- sero told mina 

- mina told the class 1-A groupchat

- and that happened in the span of 1 hour 

- let me tell you bakugou went FERAL

- but the moment you tug on the back of his shirt he will calm down in an instant 

- bold of you to assume that you are allowed in the kitchen 

- even if you know how to cook or just need a glass of water expect yourself to be thrown over his shoulder in an instant

- he doesn’t need his baby idiot to get hurt not on his watch 

- cuddling is not a thing that happens all the time with you two 

- he doesn’t like being too sweaty around you 

- he doesn’t want to blow you up 

- he will get clingy if you don’t show him any attention

- he lives for back hugs 

- please just do it he will melt in your hands 

- know that you can crawl in his lap in any given moment 

- like expect for him to yell at the “extras” to piss off and stop staring 

- he will burry himself into your neck 

- he is a biter i’m sorry

- refuses to let you meet his parents 

- specifically his mother 

- you better have good luck out in public or you’re never meeting 

- he is just terrified of his mother scaring you off 

- but mitsuki LOVES you 

- the moment she finds out that you’re his s/o, she will hug the living daylights out of you 

- and let me tell you she has a death grip

- “OLD HAG GIVE ME BACK Y/N ALREADY”

- “SHUT UP BRAT IF YOU KEEP THIS UP THEY’LL LEAVE YOUR SORRY AS-”

- que his dad apologizing to you and you giggling at this family dynamic 

- i think katsuki really likes café dates 

- he doesn’t like crowded places but he still is okay with being in public 

- he despises matcha 

- “why the @%## are you drinking blended grass, you’re not a cow you imbecile”

- “its matcha katsuki it’s good for you” 

- “tch”

- he will drink his nitro cold brew in peace 

- kirishima will force you two to make up when you guys fight 

- he is like your peace maker and your unofficial third wheel

- never screw with his sleep schedule

- he is like an old man 

- but if you come to him crying he will immediately scoop you up into his arms and hold you 

- he doesn’t know what to say 

- he will just hold you and he wants you to not be upset 

- he will deal with whatever it is 

- he is very committed to protecting you 

- this boy is dating to marry, not for fun

- overall he is like a little puppy around you 

- yappy 

- protective 

- loves to bark at people 

- such a good boyfriend though

[leigh-kelly]

If She Never Showed Up What Could Have Been

Happy Brittana’s 6th Anniversary my fellow shippers! I’ve had this idea in my head since Folklore came out last summer, and I figured what better time to share it than today? Obviously, it’s based on “The Last Great American Dynasty.”

Her husband was dead. The doctors had warned them about it for months, that his lifestyle was going to kill him with his weak heart, but Bill hadn’t cared. He’d told her one night as they were lying side by side on the beach that he’d rather live the life he had the way he wanted then live a longer one with no fun. Brittany struggled with that a bit. She thought of the sunny day she got off the train in Watch Hill, Rhode Island, so far from home in St. Louis, and how she’d been madly in love. Their love hadn’t waned over the years, even as Bill traveled for work and Brittany did the fundraising that any young socialite was wont to do. But then, she’d woken up and found his lifeless body next to her and something inside her just snapped.

Everyone in town talked about her. Watch Hill wasn’t a very big place and it was difficult to get away from the gossip. More than once, she’d heard someone casually mention that it was her fault that he was dead. She’d let him party too hard, she was too concerned with having fun herself, some even said that she’d poisoned him for his money, despite what the coroner’s report had said. He was the heir to Standard Oil and they seemed to care more about what losing him meant to the company, not what losing him had meant to her. He wasn’t her first husband, but he was the one she’d truly loved and she missed him dearly. But Brittany was Brittany and she wasn’t going to let that end her life, no matter what everyone else said.

In the first months after Bill’s death, perhaps Brittany went a little mad. She was lonely and she was looking for anything to fill the emptiness. One day, she got it in her head that she wanted to swim in a pool full of champagne. Bill would have thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, and he would have indulged her, so she bought case after case and her groundskeeper drained the pool and filled it up for her bottle by bottle. The bubbles effervesced around her when she got in and she breathed in the sweet alcoholic scent. When she got out, she was sticky from head to toe, but the only way she was surviving was to give into whims like that. The neighbors talked, of course they did, but one, Rachel Berry, was so callous and cruel to her that the next time her dog—a yappy little thing—wandered into her yard, Brittany dipped him in RIT and let him dry a perfect shade of key lime green. After that, everyone had said she’d stolen him, but really, Rachel was always letting the thing out of her sight, and the dog was fine.

After a while, Brittany got tired of Watch Hill. It was the same thing every day, the big salt box house that reminded her of Bill, the gossip that seemed to persist everywhere, so she started going to New York. She’d always loved the ballet and she took in performance after performance. She spent more money than she probably should have, despite the fact that she was rolling in it, but it was the first thing that made her feel alive again. Then, she started flying her friends in from New York and St. Louis and spent even more money entertaining, showing suitors, both men and women, a good time.

It happened when she least expected it. Her friend Mercedes had brought a girl along with her on one of her trips, and when the woman stepped out of the cab, Brittany nearly fell to her knees. Her heart did something that it hadn’t done in too long to count, possibly ever, and she struggled for breath. Standing just outside the house was the most beautiful human being Brittany had ever seen. She wasn’t sure what was darker, her hair or her eyes and she stood with such a poise that Brittany could only dream about having. Her dress was cut low in the front and Brittany’s eyebrows raised a little thinking about what was beneath it. Mercedes came up to the door first and Brittany was stirred from her fantasy when she gave her a hug. Brittany smiled, probably wider than she’d smiled in a year and Mercedes looked at her knowingly.

“A little treat for you, maybe?” Mercedes whispered in her ear and Brittany’s throat went dry.

“I—”

“Hi.” The other woman came up to her, extending her hand. “I hope you don’t mind that Mercedes brought me along. She just couldn’t stop talking about you and I had to meet the famous Brittany Harkness in person, and of course, see this Holiday House that Mercedes is in love with.”

“Oh, um, no, I absolutely don’t mind that you’ve come. There’s plenty of room, though I’m not totally sure who else will be joining us this weekend. I hope you don’t mind a party.”

“That I don’t.” Santana laughed, and the sound was like music to Brittany’s ears.

As Mercedes and Santana settled themselves into the house, the other guests began to arrive. Brittany was so likely to offer plane tickets to her friends that she never knew who was going to take advantage of it and show up, always, much to Rachel Berry’s chagrin. By the time the maids put dinner on the table, it was set for seventeen and Brittany tried to figure out a way to get Santana seated next to her.

“Santana,” She finally said softly as she sipped her old fashioned. “Since this is your first time a Holiday House, I’d love it if you took a place of honor beside me.”

“This house is full of your friends, Brittany, are you sure?

“I’m sure.”

Dinner was, as always, a boisterous affair, and Brittany hardly had the chance to speak two words to Santana that weren’t interrupted by Tina, or Mike, or much to her annoyance, Blaine. But she was staying for the whole weekend and Brittany kept reminding herself that there would be time for all of that once everyone had settled. After dinner was through and the dishes were cleared away, everyone trickled out into the backyard, wanting the cool sea air to settle their stomachs as they began to drink more heavily. Brittany noticed that Santana lingered near her and it caused her heart to flip, wondering, perhaps, if the woman saw something in her as well.

“I’m sorry, you know.” Santana murmured as she and Brittany stood beside the pool. “Mercedes said it hasn’t been easy for you since—you know.”

“Thank you.” Brittany nodded. “I feel like a fish out of water in this place sometimes. But now that I’ve thrown myself into founding the Harkness Ballet, my life seems to have some purpose again.”

“I’m looking forward to the first production. I just adore the ballet.”

“Do you?” Brittany smiled, glad to have found something in common with her. “I wanted to be a dancer when I was young, but my parents warned against it.”

“Would you like to dance now, with me?”

“Oh—”

“I’m sorry, was that too forward? I just…thought I saw you looking at me a certain way.”

“No, no…I was, I mean, I am, I…yes, I would love to dance with you.”

Santana stepped into Brittany’s arms and they danced to the sounds of the cellist who had set himself up on the other end of the pool. It was strange, that Brittany had only known Santana a few hours, but found herself in a state of perfect security once they began to dance together. Brittany looked into Santana’s eyes and found that she longed to kiss her. She couldn’t do it here though, not right in front of everyone, there was something far too taboo about that, but she pulled Santana closer and they shared a soft smile.

Hours later, Brittany had more than her share to drink and everyone had began retiring to their rooms. It was just her and Santana, who still had a martini, who remained in the backyard, and Brittany looked down over the railing of the walkway to see that the ocean looked especially beautiful that night. On so many nights, she’d gone down there herself, sat herself in the sand and just stared out at the wide ocean, wondering what was next for her. In that moment, she had a strange thought, wondering, perhaps, if it was Santana that was next for her. It was an odd thought, definitely, but she just couldn’t seem to shake it.

“I normally go down to the beach at night before bed, what do you think?”

“I could go up to bed if you’d like the time alone.”

“I’d like to share it with you, if that’s alright.” Brittany told her, gently taking her hand.

Together, they walked down to the beach and Brittany found a spot for them in the sand. Santana was clearly very tipsy—not that Brittany wasn’t—and she rested her head on Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany touched her hair and suddenly, Santana lifted her head up, looking Brittany right in the eyes. Even in the moonlight, Brittany could see the softness in them and she pressed her hand to Santana’s cheek.

“Would it be alright—”

“Kiss me, please.” Santana whispered, and Brittany did just that.