#sorry i cant word this in a better way c’:

[daenysx]

hi love <3

first off i wanted to say that i find myself lurking in your blog way too much than I should (i mean i have a life and i cant spend all day reading your fics, OR CAN I?) and i love how you write and hejsusjsjsj you just make my day, so i hope you’re having a wonderful day gorgeous💗

second of all, can i please request either a poly marauders or a sirius (or James whichever you think fits the story better) x fem reader where her birthday passed and just no one seemed to really care except for the boys? Some of her friends forgot and some others gave a half hearted birthday wish and she just feels sort of unloved? and just lots of hurt/comfort/cuddles/fluff hehe thanks

if u cant tell, im projecting🤧 my birthday was on the 9th and lets just say it was not that important of a deal for most people :)

you are the sweetest angel, my love, happy late birthday!! i'm really sorry, you deserved the best birthday and i hope you can accept this little fic as your birthday gift!! ♡

it's my first time writing for poly!marauders, please share your thoughts with me!!

poly!marauders x fem!reader, fluff + a little hurt/comfort

your cheeks ache from giving smiles to your boys all day.

it wasn't an eventful birthday for you, but it was so so nice. you woke up to kisses from james, his whispers of sweet nothings as remus came back to your side from kitchen. sirius's hair was wet from the shower he took as he does every morning, you and james watched how remus took care of his curls from bed. you spent more than an hour just staying in bed, feeling more loved than ever with their words and kisses.

when remus finally convinced you to leave the bed, james offered to carry you in his arms all the way to kitchen. "anything for my birthday girl." he said, your lovely boy. sirius kissed your lips as he handed you a cup of coffee, pancakes and fruits were just like you enjoy. a perfect birthday breakfast, you laughed at every joke sirius made, accepted every forehead kiss from james. remus was giving you heart eyes, you blushed from the attention you got. he gave you an easy smile and you blew him a kiss.

the boys had plenty of offers for your birthday celebration but you decided to stay at home. you wanted a quiet day with them, just being lazy and careless. thinking about wishes and dreams about your new age. you liked how easy it was to do as you wanted with them, no explanations or excuses needed.

you could hear the whispers coming from kitchen when james got you comfy on his chest, cuddling on the couch. he kissed your hair, your arms tightened around his body. legs tangled, fingers curled up on his shirt.

you checked your phone, the screen was bright, showing there's a birthday message from lily. you smiled, replied her long text. there were other texts from a few of your friends. well, technically they were birthday messages but- none of them felt like they actually wished you the happiest birthday. why would people text like celebrating someone's birthday is a chore? you frowned, couldn't accept the fact that you were in fact, waiting for something better. didn't you deserve it?

james noticed how your smile fell, he could see the texts on the screen. "happy birthday, love u." that girl was supposed to be one of your closest friends. you really were expecting something more- heartfelt? you always tried to make sure people you like know how much they are liked by you, texted the sweetest messages to them, cared about their birthdays more than yours. it didn't feel fair. still, you didn't want to jump into conclusions and ruin your day. you let go of your phone to wrap your arms around james.

he held you gently, kissing you again. "anything wrong?" he whispered. you shook your head. it was nothing important. he nodded, giving you a little time to collect your thoughts.

"angel." he said, "there's something here you may want to see."

you looked up, saw your boyfriends holding a birthday cake for you. it was beautiful, covered in silver colored candles. remus held the cake for you to see better as you sat up, the candles were definitely sirius's choice. you forgot about the texts, seeing them smile at you like you were the most precious thing in the whole world was making your head dizzy with affection.

you blew the candles, making a wish. james's fingers were drawing circles on your arm. you kissed your boyfriends thank you, a slow but happy tear rolled on your cheek. "come on, sweetheart, there's nothing to cry about. you're still young." sirius said, winking. his lips were curved into a playful smile.

"let's eat the cake." you said. "god, it looks so good."

"you remember remus's friend who owns a bakery? we got the cake from his shop." james said.

"who, charles?" you asked, remembering details about charles for a second. "i always see the cakes he makes on instagram, he's really good."

"first slice for the birthday girl." remus said, giving you your cake. "happy birthday, sweetheart. we love you so much."

"i love you so much." you said before taking a bite. "it's delicious. thank you."

sirius ate his own slice in three seconds. "this is better than i expected. another slice, please moony."

you kissed his chocolate covered lips fondly. hours were spent on eating cake, gossipping about sirius's workplace, drinking tea, and changing into different cuddling positions. your phone was silent, no one called. there were no other texts. it's weird, you thought. even the people who celebrated their birthdays with you didn't bother to give you a small text.

the day is almost finished, you are full with cake and sweets. james insists on doubling up the princess treatment he gives you every day and helps you with your skincare. you are sitting on bed as his fingers apply your night cream on your achy cheeks, sirius and remus brush their teeth at the bathroom after you and james leave for bed. your hand reaches to your phone. nothing.

"i think," james starts. "it's time you should tell me what's been on your mind all day."

you shrug. what can you tell? expecting birthday wishes from people feels weird. maybe they forgot. maybe they didn't care enough. should you remind them it's your birthday? no, that's stupid. is it? you don't know.

"what's upsetting my baby on her birthday?" he says. "tell me."

"there's something upsetting our baby?" sirius steps in after remus. "what happened?"

you give them a smile that says you're okay. "nothing." you start. remus's eyes find yours, worry sparks in them. "it's just- the girls and my friends from work- some of them forgot about my birthday, and other messages were a bit weird."

"i'm sorry." remus says, holding your hand. "i'm really sorry about that, angel."

"it's okay." you say. "i mean, no one has to remember."

"um, yeah, they kinda have to at some point." sirius says. "you do your best to remember things about your friends and you have every right to expect the same from them."

"i know." you say. you know, but what can you do?

james leans in to kiss your cheek. "i know it's terrible. you don't deserve it. i think- it's not your fault, yeah? you didn't do anything wrong. you deserve the best."

he says the last part silently like he's sad and it breaks your heart. they tried to make your day perfect, they don't deserve to end it sad. you don't deserve to sleep upset on your birthday. you look into james's eyes. "i already have the best." you say. "have you seen our boyfriends?"

you are being sweet on him. "have you seen yourself?" you say, pulling his face to kiss him. he smiles into the kiss. "i'm okay, really." you say.

"of course you are." sirius says. "in what world the birthday girl goes to bed upset?"

remus brushes a kiss on sirius's curls. they are lovely, sitting up in bed to comfort you the best they can. you need a bit time, you think. it's a hard thing to carry, feeling like you are not loved by some people you care about. it's not fair to the boys though. you are so incredibly loved by them and you feel it in your every breath. you can think about the others later. for now, you only need to show your love to your boys. the three people who deserve it the most.

[h3arts4harry]

- privilege -

- one - two -

based on 'privilege' by the weeknd

warnings: UNRESOLVED ANGST, drugs, death, arguing, toxic friends

chris sturniolo x reader

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"y/n i cant do this anymore, ive tried i really have but you-" chris backs away from me, struggling to find the words. "chris please, ill get better i-ill cut them all off, i please chris ill do anything" i step forward, tears stream down my face, he backs away again, "chris p-lease" my voice breaks, he shakes his head with swallowing shaking away the tears so desperate to fall "im sorry y/n, i really hate to do this but we're done." i drop to my knees sobbing, my head falling into my hands, chris has to fight himself to not comfort me so he turns to walk out the front door, "fine! LEAVE! ENJOY YOUR PRIVILEGED LIFE! SEE IF I CARE!" i yell, we both know i dont mean it.

chris checks his phone to see if y/n has messaged him but hes heard nothing since that night, not that he wants to hear that shes suffering, hes suffering too. he loved her more than anything in the world but he couldn't stand to see her destroy herself anymore, he tried helping her but she would just brush it off or argue with him.

the breakup hit me hard. i didn't fully realise it yet but it did. i got closer with my new, so called, 'friends' we would do any drugs we could get ahold f and drink til we physically couldnt take it in anymore almost everyday. i called up our dealer james, "sup y/n how you doing?" "i urm, good, i was just calling to see if you had anything on you?" "yea i just picked up some new shit, can see you in like an hour maybe?" "yea sounds good thanks" "aight ill hit you up when im there" "mhm bye" and with that i hang up placing my phone on my nightstand, laying on my back staring at the ceiling, waiting for the time to go past.

"thanks james" i say taking the bag from him "yea no problem, i'erd about your fella, these should be able to help take the blues away" he smirks leaning against my door frame, i nod examining the familiar bag. "imma head out, be safe now. or dont. up to you" he shrugs walking over to his car. i shut the door and head to the kitchen, laying the red pills on the counter before looking for something to crush them with. i pick up my credit card and cut it into lines, rolling up a dollar, then slowly snorting the powder hoping itll make me feel as good as it used to. its never as good as the last.

"just get in the car. you love parties itll be fun trust me" kayla says from the passenger seat, "ugh fine let me just get changed, ill be five minutes" i cave in, turning back into to house, i walk into my bedroom picking up a small black dress off my desk chair swiftly pulling it on, its looser than it used to be but i dont have time to look for another. i slip on black heels to match, running out the car where kayla, james, Allison, and tyler are waiting for me. "finally lets go" Allison says from next to me.

the next goes fast, i dont remember how many drinks ive had. i pull out my phone and dial chris's number while stumbling out into the backyard. "hello?" "c-chris?" "what do you want y/n?" "i-i miss you…chris?" "hm?" "do you miss me too?" "y/n.." "please chris i- i just need- i need to know" my voice breaks, i didnt realise im full blown sobbing into the phone until now"i cant do this. not to me. not to you. y/n please go get help"' "i cant chris! they dont care about me! they dont care about me or anyone but themselves! all i am to them is someone to drink with, smoke with, snort fuck knows what with! i-i cant do it anymore its to much.. they said our love was just a game but- but i dont care, i cant do this without you chris" i can hear his shaky breaths down the phone "y/n.. i tried to help you, for months i tried but you always went back. it hurts to much, i- i need to go" "chris wait please- just let me see you" "no y/n. i dont wanna hear about you suffering anymore. i- i cant." "NO NO PLEASE CHRIS NO WAI-" the small beeps were deafening.

"i know i said i didn't want to hear about you suffering but now if i could go back, i would've said that i couldn't hear you suffer anymore, it was so hard to see you destroy yourself, i thought that if i left you would've got help but i realise now that i shouldve helped you, i should've tried harder, should've forced you-" "but instead im stood here, talking to a headstone- shit." tears fall down his face as he sat kneeling at your grave.

you overdosed that night. you had been found laying there on the cold wet grass of a strangers house, drowning in your tears. because of him.

as much as his brothers constantly reassured him that it wasn't his fault it wasn't enough. chris couldn't feel anything but guilty, as if he had taken her life with his own hands. in his eyes he kind of did, it haunted him that he could've changed the outcome.

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my first request! thank you for sending it in🫶🫶

ive never actually listened to this song before but i had it on repeat while righting this so i hope it meets your expectations lol

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[svtoose]

Backache ft. Kim Mingyu

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

word count: .6k

f + c : reader helps mingyu out n its very fluffy

warnings: some innuendos, mingyu's back is really sore

request: "Hi I was wondering if I could request a mingy fic in which mingyu's back pain requires him to need a massage but due to weather conditions he cant go so reader offers to massage him and does it pretty well"

a/n : I've been pretty mia so here it is!

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After an exhausting day of practice, Mingyu feels the muscles in his back begin to painfully tighten. His neck, his shoulders, his back, are all seeking the attention of a masseuse. As he heads down to exit the Hybe building, the sound of raindrops thudding against the windows becomes apparent to him. The awful weather conditions leave Mingyu with two options; he can either spend his whole night commuting to the masseuse’s office, or he can simply drive home to you.

After weighing his options, Mingyu decides to head home. He misses you tons and figures his back pain is nothing cuddles cant soothe. He pulls his hood over his head and jogs out the door to his car. While he drives home, all he can think about is how you’re managing to get home in this weather.  Mingyu pulls into the driveway and head up to your apartment, eager to change out of his damp clothes. 

He takes a quick shower which helps to soothe his pain, but the soreness in his bones is becoming overwhelming. With careful steps, he makes his way to the living room couch and lays on his stomach, hoping that’ll offer some relief. “Y/nnn” he whines to himself, praying for you to come home soon. He knows your presence will make things better.

After dosing off for a few minutes, Mingyu finally hears the door unlock. 

“Oh, hi Mingyu,” you say slightly out of breath from dashing through the rain.

“Baby, I missed you.” You chuckle at your whiny boyfriend.

“I missed you too, Gyu. Is everything okay?” You begin to worry as Mingyu lies limp on the couch, not even arising for your daily after-work hug.

“Hurt my back today in practice,” he groans into the cushion. You walk toward the couch and take a seat next to your injured Mingyu.

“Aww, you poor thing. Did you want to go to your massage therapist?... Well maybe not in this weather,” you consider your options while your hands mindlessly begin to work their way into Mingyu’s shoulders.

“Ahh.” He makes a sharp sound and your hands immediately retract.

“Oh Im so sorry Mingyu!”

“No, no. That feels good. Can you keep doing it?” He turns your head toward and smiles along with his plea. Surely, you won’t deny your boyfriend any sort of relief.

“Move over a bit,” you order. You have him lay on his backs arms to his side, as you take a seat down his lower back, almost straddling your boyfriend as you begin to undo the knots in his shoulders.

Your fingers gracefully move along the crevices as the tension begins to loosen. In the meanwhile, Mingyu makes all sorts of questionable noises.

“Quiet down unless you want the neighbors to get the wrong idea.” That earns you a little chuckle from your boyfriend.

After good fifteen minutes, you climb off mingles back and take a seat by his side, unsure if he’s still awake. 

“I’m done, love. How does that feel?”

He turns over, wearing a most euphoric expression on his face. “Thank you baby. That was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” he exhales. "The best thing?" You ask interrogatively. He looks taken aback back by your comment. After giving  himself a moment to think, he speaks again. "Second best thing." He answers lightly smirking, as he pulls you into his arms.

For the rest of the night, you guys cuddle in each other’s warmth, recounting the details of your days. By 11 p.m. the conversation has completely taken a turn, somewhere into the bare embrace of one another. 

[heartelysia]

hello ! im not sure if u take requests but if u do, pls do a choso x f reader where he breeds them... n makes them a mommy.. :3 choso brainrot im sorry 😭

this is super similar to a fic im getting ready to publish so im going to turn this into a thirst! if u dont mind .. °=° UGHHH I LOVE CHOSO!!

cw ; cum-stuffing, breeding, creampie, body praise/praise

choso is the type of partner to be so fucking whiny in bed, his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink as he sloppily slams his pelvis against yours in a desperate attempt at smacking your sensitive g-spot.

choso who ruts his hips into yours uncontrollably, whiny moans escaping his lips mixed with his soft praises, "g-god.. fuck! you're... youre so pretty baby.. god you're so fucking gorgeous", he slurs out, drunkenly thrusting into your sloppy cunt.

hes so pussy drunk his hands randomly wander all over your body, digging his blunt fingertips into whatever curves he finds whilst hammering his hips into yours. everything blurs together in the heat of the moment, the sloppy sounds of your sweet cunny hungrily swallowing his cock makes his mushroom tip throb against your g-spot. "so- so happy to be with y-you! 'm so luck.. lucky!"

choso pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting your bruising cervix with every stroke. each time he bottomed out, he felt your walls deliciously rippling around him, sending electric shocks straight to his veiny cock. his pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his words come out in broken sentences. "i... i love yo- you...! shit- shit, go- god why are y.. you so ah.. perfect?," he growled, pulling out and pushing back in harder.

hes breathless each time his cock rips another whiny moan from your drooling lips. his hands hopelessly stuttering in its wake of dragging your soft flesh into calloused palms. choso's eyes are blown wide as they seem to only fixate onto your pretty face covered in a thin layer of sweat whilst his pupils catch a glimpse of your bouncing tits teasing him.

his hair loosely fell from his buns, framing his vision to only stare down at you - his beloved. a low, almost animalistic groan rumbles in his throat as his movements became faster and harder, his hips snapping against yours in tight rhythm. his fingers dig into your plush thighs, massaging them as he drove deeper into you as if he was lost in a deep trance.

god, choso thinks he hit the jackpot with you. sometimes he cant help but get nervous around you, you were just so perfect for him and possibly better in his mind, words just come out like vomit. "p-please- please baby.. please- please let me breed your pretty ah! p-pussy! w-wanna cum inside...!", choso pleads, uncontrollably rutting his throbbing cock till it smudges your cervix.

your hands immediately grasp onto the sheets behind your head, knuckles turning white as your body still registers the deliciously painful thrust of your partner grazing your cervix. a guttural groan escapes chosos lips when he feels your thighs tense up, his eyes desperately searched your glazed over pupils for any sort of conformation. whiny so prettily when your only response was a broken moan.

the sound of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. they were music to his ears, fuel to his fire. he picked up the pace, slamming into you rougher, faster, his cock carving its shape inside of you.

his hand releases its bruising grip on your soft hips, a cool burning sensation was left behind as his hand stumbles over to your breast, massaging and pinching your hard nipple between his calloused fingertips. "please... please b-baby! ngh- fuck! let me c-cum in you... b-beggin' to knock you up..!", he pleaded, angling his hips a little differently so his angry mushroom tip constantly grazes your sensitive cervix.

he loved the way you arched your back and cried out in pleasure when he did that. it turned him on even more, knowing he could make you feel this way. chosos eyes glimmer in delight when a high-pitched 'yes' made it past your drooling mouth. something in his brain clicked when your head did the weakest nod known to man.

choso grabbed your leg, lifting it up and hooking it over his broad shoulder, giving him better access to your weeping pussy. he plunged into you again and again, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. you moaned and cried out in ecstasy, body shuddering and trembling underneath him.

"y- g'nna cum prett- pretty girl?", he bites back a moan when your sweet cunt ripples around his cock, "cmon.. shit- cum for me princess...", choso mumbles, reaching down to lightly press his thumb onto your nub. perhaps that was all you need.

the simple action of his calloused fingertip pressing up against your clit instead of his pelvis teasing it made the unbearable coil in your stomach to snap almost instantly. tears flow freely down your cheeks as your entire body freezes up, choso groans at the sight, the happiest smile on his lips.

and then, he felt it - the familiar rush of release coursing through his veins. even for himself, it was rather embarrassing at the broken moan he let out as his hips stuttered violently against your hole. your partner emptied himself into you, his hot, sticky cum filled you up, coating your insides with him.

for a moment, you both just rested there, hearts racing in unison. even in the afterglow, choso doesnt pull out, his cock still hard despite having just cum inside you. he smiled down at you, seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

"mmm.. gonna plug you up so you will be carrying a miniature us around."

[cleewii]

rating: R (18+ content)

cw(s): fem!afab!reader, sub!bakugo, horribly edited

thinking about punishing KATSUKI by making him fuck a toy when all he really wants is to fuck you.

“s’not the same….” he’d groan. His jaw clenched tight as he grits his teeth, willing away the sniffles and whimpers that threaten to slip past his lips.

The blatant disappointment stings in his chest.

“maybe if you’d been good you’d have gotten the real thing.”

he may be complaining, about how it feels different, about how it’s not you, but he greedily allows himself to fuck deeper into the toy.

“f…fuh—fuck you!” he gasps into your shoulder, the heat of his breaths billowing across your exposed skin.

“nuh uh, no whinin’. don’t have anyone to blame but yourself, honey.”

“i hate you…hate you so—hah!”

Your hands squeeze tight around the silicone toy; the tip of his cock going through different shades of pink, then red, desperately angry, starved of real attention, begging for something more. Pearls of white bead up and meld with the copious amounts of lube and pre already gumming up the insides of the toy; that ‘schlick…schlick’—ing rhythm filling up his head. He’s already starting to feel foggy; you’ve been denying him for hours, teasing and picking away at his resolve, and it seems you have no intention of giving him what he wants.

each time he fucks into the toy the tip of his cock just about kisses your naval. your smooth skin beneath the silicone tube makes his head go a little fuzzy.

oh, how he’d be dying to touch you, to feel you, but you wouldn’t let him, you’re smiling so mean as you deny him, and he just—

‘can’t take it. I can’t take it. I cant take it. I can’t take it—!’

“Fuck!” He gasps. “c—c’mon! don’t…fuck…don’t do this to me…” he’s already choking over his words, taking up big heaving breaths of air like his lungs are starved of it.

“you already know what I wanna hear.”

“s’not fair….you’re bein’ fuck—fuckin’ mean!”

“i’m not asking for much katsuki, really. just wanna hear you say it and i’ll start being nice. isn’t that what you want?”

“but i didn’t do—!“

“don’t lie, baby.” you’d cup his cheek, leaning up to whisper into his ear, “you know exactly what you did.”

“fuck!” he groans, and he realizes he really can’t escape from this. “m’sorry okay!”

you slowly drag the toy off of his dick, relishing in the way he squirms when the air touches the bare skin. The bare weight of him would lay across the length of your pelvis, hot, sticky, and full of need. you could feel his aching on top of your clit, could feel the heat of him envelop your skin with the way he’s draped across you, and that look in his eye, just seeing your pussy beneath him is driving him crazy.

“see, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

he shakes his head no, swallowing down his own voice to stare at your glistening cunt, thoughts drifting to the slick feel of it around him once you finally give him what he wants

“please,” he breathes. “please.”

“one more time for me, honey.”

“i’m sorry….”

“for?”

“for bein’ a…a fucking’ brat…for n—not bein’…bein’ good….” the spit starts to gather up in his mouth, brain going foggy. just the thought of being able to feel your cunt has him damn near drooling, and when you look at him like that, like he’s perfect, like he’s everything you want, it makes his cock ache with a need so violent he’d do anything to make it better. “please, baby. can i….?”

“of course you can.” you smile. a sweet and soft, almost cruel, smile.

he moans in response and buckles in worship.

“t—thank you….thank you…thank you!”

[bedoballoons]

this idea has been in my head for so long LMAO but could i request top! lyney x bottom! reader where the reader was initially helping lyney with his makeup but lyney got wayy to riled up by reader being on his lap so they ended up fucking against his vanity

hope you have a good day (and get lots of sleep) 🩷🩷

Oooooo I'm glad it's finally out of your head because it definitely deserves to be written!! Also thank you!! I hope you have a good day as well and that you enjoy~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~To much to handle~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Top Lyney! and bottom gn reader! Lyney calls the reader mon amour!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Lyney stop moving, I'm almost done, just gotta do a bit more red." You shifted slightly on his lap, angling yourself better so you could touch up the tear shape on his cheek, completely unaware he was struggling desperately to keep thoughts of you in other positions at bay....the idea of you riding him right now, behind the stage where anyone could see...and the image of his cock so deep in you all you could do was scream for him with that goregous voice of yours while his pace got faster and faster, "Oh-oh my.., could you perhaps move a little faster mon amour?"

"I'm almost done, calm downnn...um...uh...heh, Lyney?" A blush crawled onto your cheeks, your body heating up at the feeling of his growing bulge brushing the inner skin between your plush thighs, only a few thin layers of clothing away from your warmth that called to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean...I just...just...kiss me~" You gasped as he pulled the front of your shirt roughly, drawing your face close to his so his lips could meet yours in a lustful kiss, his tongue forced into your hot mouth, exploring every inch of it hungrily while you moaned against him, his free hand wandering down your body like he'd never touched you before now.

He groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking upwards in a attempt to get friction, but he was to desperate, he needed more. He maneuvered you skillfully, standing up with you in his arms and somehow never breaking the kiss as he carried you to his vanity. His lips left yours for a moment, leaving you gasping for air while he bent you over the daintily decorated furniture and grinding his clothed cock against your ass, ripping a moan from you.

"Mon amour, I just c-cant help it. You do things to me, even when you're just sitting there my mind always wanders~" He whispered his words against the sensitive skin of your neck, his bright purple eyes watching in delight as it sent shivers rolling down your spine, your body pushing back against him needily, you were now just as desperate as he was and he simply couldn't wait to get started.

His hands went to work on your clothes, tossing everything aside that could impede him, before making his way to his own, his dick throbbing almost painfully beside your entrance the second it was released from its cloth confinements. "M-may I?" He licked his lips excitedly, waiting for your response like it could decide his very destiny.

"P-please Lyney~"

He groaned happily, rubbing his tip against your hole just to hear the whiney moan you'd let out and then slowly sliding his whole length inside, your legs instantly turning to jelly beneath you, "S-so tight, oh mon amour you're so tight around me~" You clenched around him tighter, earning a struggled gasp that played in your mind like your favourite song, "M-move nghh~"

"As you wish~" He pulled out almost all the way, his cock already wet with your love and his, the sight only added to the fire inside of him, his body suddenly thrusting into you, his pace growing faster and faster until nothing but sinful noises filled the room, your head thrown back while you sung out his name for all to hear. "Lyne-y!! Ahh-ngh!!! M-more!~"

He followed your command, his dick hitting your insides even harsher and faster, you had no thoughts, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you senselessly into his vanity, you were seeing nothing but stars~

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[sweet-luv-club]

✎ breastfeeding m! Kylar like he deserves ♡

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2.5k words (wow im a horny bastard), informal writing, m! Kylar with cock, unprotected p in v sex, unrealistic sex, Kylar is a very submissive and pathetic (/affectionate) top, lactating pc from cow transformation, BIG GIANT TATAS and AFAB anatomy terms. u got coochie n it'll b called cunt and pussy but Kylar doesn't call u by either feminine terms or masculine terms so it's,,, gender-neutral reader-ish??

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WHY BOTHER HAVING A BREAST MILK MECHANIC IF U CANT GIVE IT TO ANY OF THE LOVE INTERESTS... SMH VREL GET ON IT /LH also dis is a shoutout to da fellow transmascs like me that don't mind hvin big tatas 2 feed kylar <33 my first full fic i tink!! enjoy!!!

♡ ┆ u 2 are on a date at the park as usual. when u casually suggest it, his brain just stops working. his mouth hangs open and u have to shake him to snap him out of it. 

"uhh, haha, sorry, darling... c-could you repeat that?"

with a smirk, you do. you lean in and suggest going somewhere private so he could enjoy your milk directly from the source. all the blood in his cheeks rush to his cock almost immediately. he is so down bad for u, he's fucking floored u even suggested it.

♡ ┆ he gets more cocky, confident, and possessive during sex, but at this point, he's only squeezed your chest so far, not sure how he could even begin to explain himself. he’s seen u lactate when u cum, he just didnt know if it was overstepping a boundary to just dive in. its early into the relationship so he doesnt know if youre comfortable with that part of your bovine biology. hes a perv but hes also a polite boy!!  well... most of the time ♡ he couldnt just walk up to u and say i want ur milk babe, you deserve better than that, he just didnt know how to ask... so ofc he's over the moon you're the one who brought it up

♡ ┆ absolutely solidifies in his mind that you're an angel sent from heaven to protect him and love him

♡ ┆ he's a stinky little anime nerd /pos. pre-relationship, after you saved him from bullies, he draws u and ur cute fluffy cow ears and massive anime-like tits in all sorts of erotic ways. does all the hentai tropes. fists his needy, leaky cock at night to the drawings he's made of u. when you start dating, it was like he was walking on cloud 9 when you wanted to recreate some of his erotic drawings (bc ofc u pushed to see his sketchbook when he mentioned it was full of only u lol)

♡ ┆ cant go to the manor, kylar isnt comfy w that yet. cant be in pc’s bedroom, kylar doesnt even want a single chance of someone who knows you and lives with you to see u giving him milk, it's his and only his in sight, sound,,, and ofc taste. hed get jealous if other orphans u live with saw yall doing it, bc if they see he thinks theyre never gonna forget the sight..... which could lead 2 all sorts of trouble since they live with u and he doesnt. he wants it to only be his even in memory. PATHETIC /POS so yalls only option is a cheap-ass love hotel. maybe someday youll fuck somewhere nicer but this’ll have to do… not to mention kylar is thrumming w/ excitement. he’s fucking trembling at the mere thought of getting to taste your sweet milk, directly from your heavy chest which was always tempting him… PATHETIC /POS (1)

♡ ┆ at first, kylar cant get his bearings. he sits next to u on the bed, hands politely on his lap while his cock strains against his pants. hes strangely silent until u snap him out of it with a kiss on the cheek. “ah… d-darling, you don’t know how much this means to me.” he says in a shaky voice. you chuckle and slowly begin to lift your shirt, making sure to give him a show. the way your heavy tits laden with the milk he craves always looked like they were spilling out, your bra barely being able to hold them back never failed to do a number on kylar’s psyche. 

♡ ┆ ”c’mon, you’ve already seen me lactate. get me wet first, babe, then it’ll come out.” you tease as you unclasp your bra effortlessly and toss it to the side, your tits swaying with every movement you make. kylar is hypnotized. just a lot of spacing out in general until you two really get into it.

♡ ┆ your back is laid on the bed, and Kylar moves to get your pants and panties off. the sight never fails to make him breathless. he figures the quickest way to taste your sweet milk is to eat you out, so he does, very diligently. he dives in and devours your pussy like a man starved, he does this every time. he just can’t believe someone as perfect as you would willingly give yourself to him, and he wants to show his gratitude properly, always…

♡ ┆ this mf latches onto your cunt with an intense need and desperation. not only is he making his beloved feel good, he’s working to get your milk flowing as well… it makes him especially ravenous. licking up and sucking on your sensitive folds, using his hands to part your lips and plunge his tongue into you deeper… when you pat his fluffy, unkempt hair and moan… “fuuuuck yes, that’s it, good boy…” he goes absolutely ballistic in his brain. it goes w/o saying that he has a praise kink, loves giving and receiving it. he’s especially emboldened when he feels his head sandwiched between the softness of your thighs, he’s going delirious with need at this point, eyes all half-lidded and bleary, focused on nothing but lapping up the fluids your cunt makes. he's fucking groaning against your folds, can't get enough of your sweet taste. his cock is straining to be free right now, but your pleasure takes precedence.

♡ ┆ eventually, he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard, tongue swirling around it as he’s making you scream. “K-Kylar!!” it fills him with a sick thrill, like he’s letting all the strangers in this damn sleazy love hotel know that he’s the one making his darling cry out with pleasure. he pulls back for a moment, a string of saliva connecting between your cunt and his lips to smirk confidently at you. “that’s it, darling, let it all out.” he says, as he’s licking a broad stripe up your pussy, “let them all hear how much you love what i’m doing to you.”

♡ ┆ the moment he sees your tits drip with milk, he unlatches his mouth from your cunt with a soft pop, halting the intense suctions for now. his eyes sparkle with curiosity and hunger, seeing you laid out on the bed with your cheeks flushed, mouth hung agape from moaning so much just does something to his fucked up brain. he wastes no time capturing a nipple into his mouth and giving a hard suck, groaning when your milk hits his tastebuds. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted…

♡ ┆ he kneads at your tit, trying to coax more and more milk out of you as your cow ears flicker atop your head. needless to say, he’s getting off on your moans, the taste of your creaminess, and the softness of your chest… he loves it. all of this, it’s only for him and him alone. he laminates your nipple with spit using his tongue, moaning as he drinks up every last drop. keeping a hand on your pussy, he gently bites down, making you yelp, yet he also felt your cunt twitch at the action… that gives him an idea for later. he shows love to your other breast, licking up all of the milk that had been dripping off to the side as his fingers rub at your pussy, the slick sounds making his head spin. his breaths are heavy and erratic as it fans over your exposed skin, adding a layer of eroticism from his desperation being conveyed this way. 

♡ ┆ finally… the moment he’d been waiting for. he releases his mouth and cups both of your heavy breasts, pressing them close together and sucking on both your nipples at the same time. wow… just like in his hentai mangas. the sensation makes you feel embarrassed, but you can’t deny how good it feels, either… as his fingers dig into your plush, large chest, he suckles, licks, and bites, doing anything to get more milk into his mouth again. some of it drips in between your chest, and it gives him a devious idea…

♡ ┆ he retreats for now, taking a finger to swipe up a drop of milk on his chin and lick it, a crazed hunger in his green eyes. he pulls down his pants and boxers… out comes his cock, blushed at the tip and leaky with pre-cum. “darling… would you be willing to hold up your chest for me, please?” he asks in a sweet voice, and you comply without question. you already knew what he was planning without him having to outright say it.

♡ ┆ he holds the sides of your breasts securely and moves up on the bed, positioning himself under your chest. you feel something hard underneath your boobs… and without further ado, Kylar thrusts his cock in. he moans so loud, breathing sooo heavily as he pistons his hips… he’s just in pure disbelief. the milk that had dripped between your chest earlier aids him in creating a slick passage between your pillowy tits. it takes him all his willpower to not immediately cum… which he inevitably fails. his cock splatters all over your chest, and a little bit gets on your face. “ah…!! i-oh no, i’m so sorry… i couldn’t help it, it just felt too good…” he pouts with a voice whinier than usual. you reassure him that it’s more than okay with a sultry smile, and you collect his cum with your fingers, licking it all up.

♡ ┆ the sight of you doing that of your own volition without him even asking to… grrr he’s going feral! and he realized you hadn’t cum once! that just won’t do. so while waiting for his cock to stiffen up again, he pulls out and lowers himself back down and thrusts a finger into your dripping entrance. he gets off on the sound of your moans, and he reaches down to take a nipple into his mouth again, the dual sensation of kylar’s suction and his finger curling inside you driving you mad. he establishes a rhythm with both actions, and it’s not long before he adds another finger into you, the squelching noises from your naughty pussy tempting him making his cock twitch back to life very quickly. as your inner walls tighten around his fingers, he searches desperately for your sweet spot while feverishly lapping up any milk from your breasts. and finally… he finds that one gummy mass inside you and just absolutely goes to town on it, making you cry out loudly. he reluctantly detached himself from your tit, and as his fingers were pressing down on your sweet spot, he held his hand firmly over your pubic mound, pressing down and quickening the pace of his fingers going in and out of you. it’s not long before you scream his name and cum on his fingers, soaking his hand in your precious nectar… not to mention your chest flowing with milk as well.

♡ ┆ he’s now hard again… and you take a moment to catch your breath. he’s too impatient this time, however, he wants to thrust into you now. you feel his cock press against your overly sensitive entrance but you manage to gently push him down onto the bed to take control of the situation. “ah ah ah. not so fast.  just came, ya horndog.” you tease lightly, while kylar groans and pouts. you reach down and press a kiss to his lips, your tongues meeting each other once again as they get entangled. you taste a hint of your own milk. kylar can feel your breasts pressing up against him, the weight making him get more needy and feverish with his kissing. his breath hitches when you start grinding your cunt onto him, tip of his cock leaking with cum onto his tummy as your pussy presses down on it. your hips buck back and forth on top of him as you take control, allowing yourself to rest while keeping kylar sated.

♡ ┆ when you’re finally ready to have sex, you teasingly bounce your cunt on the tip of his cock, and you see tears in his eyes. “pc- my love, come, on, let me in, pleasepleaseplease- ah!!” 

his babbling is interrupted by you finally giving him what he wants. as your velvety walls sink down onto him, threatening to overwhelm his senses, you press your breasts onto his face. “you know what to do.” you say with a flirtatious smirk. kylar immediately gets the memo, he’s been dying to do this since you first saved him. he latches onto your nipples and tugs down at your breasts while you start bouncing your pussy on his cock, the dual sensations driving you both mad.

♡ ┆ you’re expertly riding him as he whimpers helplessly beneath you, humping into him so hard the headboard slams into the wall from your passion. his mouth is overflowing with your milk like he wanted… his brain is just melting, much to your delight. your cow tail swishes behind you playfully as he grabs your plush hips and thrusts up into your movements, the sounds of your moans and wet slapping reverberating in the room. 

♡ ┆ the warmth and softness of your cunt makes him wanna cum again. poor boy… he was never good at lasting long. “kylar, hold yourself back right now or else i’m pulling myself off.” you tease, but he takes that to heart and whines in disappointment. “i’ll be good… i’ll be good, pc, i promise, just please dont, ah… leave me!” you smile at him. “i’m not leaving you dummy, ever.”

neuron activation time……. his eyes widen in disbelief as affection floods his heart. he grips your hips more firmly, thrusting up into you at such an animalistic pace that the poorly constructed bed almost sounds like it'll break. the plush of your ass bounces back on his lap, and it makes him grit his teeth trying to hold back. he has a fire in his eyes, as if his life’s whole purpose now was to make you cum on his cock. he bites down on a nipple like earlier and feels your cunt clench around him. he alternates between bites and hard sucks as his hips thrust desperately upward while you struggle to keep riding him. “that’s a promise, okay? dont! ever! leave! me!” he punctuates each word with a thrust deep into your womb, hell-bent on breeding you. 

♡ ┆ it’s not long before stars crowd around your eyes as you two climax together with your own loud moans, his semen flooding the depths of your warmth while your own cum coats his cock and drips down to his balls. your milk drips down your breasts again, and even though kylar is weak, he still manages to find it in himself to lick it up. as you catch your breaths, you two giggle conspiratorially, pressing your foreheads together and exchanging words of pure love and affection for one another… right before going back in for another round. you two rented out this room for an extended period of time, after all.

♡ ┆ now kylar takes whatever opportunity he can to bite and suck on your precious chest, pulling you in school closets or dark alleyways just so he can have a taste of your milk.

♡ ┆ ofc it’s not long until you both rent out a room at the hotel again, you going along with one of his crazy hentai recreations. it ends up with him on your lap and you, jerking off his sensitive cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over his shaft as he has his fill of your milk.

[lucysarah-c]

Hi! Happy new years eve ✨🥂 hope you had an awesome 2023 and all my best wishes and blessings for 2024 🫶🏼

Now, I can’t get this idea out of my head. Levi adopting a kitten with his girl. I always thought of Levi like a cat person, idk he just seem to fit on it. And as a cat person myself I would love to read something about it.

I can imagine him thinking is a bad idea but then he cant go anywhere in the house without the kitty 🫶🏼 so adorable I guess

Ahhh happy new year!! Thank you for all your well wishes and sending them back to you! I'm sorry it took me this long to write this for you sweetie! T-T so sorry

It started in the least expected way. Levi and his group of friends had been trying to find new ways to spend time together in their difficult adult lives. They wanted to revisit certain activities they used to enjoy in their glory college days and bond a little. You, of course, didn’t complain. If Levi decided to go camping with his friends or hiking on any weekend, it was also a chance for you to hang out with your friends at home, maybe watch a movie he doesn’t like, and have a “me” afternoon. It was all positive until Levi began to notice something during their hangouts.

Dogs.

All of them, particularly Mike and Erwin, had their own respective big, fluffy, loyal-to-death dogs that they would take with them on hikes, jogs, or even camping trips. You could see from the look in your boyfriend's eyes that he was envious. The only reason you and Levi hadn’t adopted any pets before wasn’t because of you in particular. You grew up with pets, loved them, and felt that the house was missing something without a fluffy companion. And don’t get me wrong, Levi had always had a soft spot for animals. But, in his own words, “As a kid, my family could never afford one… and Kenny hated them so.”

When you two moved in together, he didn’t want any pets due to "too much hair, too much mess, and too much money spent on the vet." But now, you could see in his eyes that he desired one, especially when they took pictures with his friends' dogs, and Levi hardly ever took pictures himself. Sooner or later, you brought up the idea, and he seemed excited. You quickly guessed that he wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it since perhaps his pride stopped him from admitting that now all the previous reasons he had given you to say no weren’t that important.

One lazy Saturday, you were walking past the doors of a shelter. Both of you admitted that if you were going to get a pet, it would be a rescue, giving the chance for an animal to live the American dream (two adults with good salaries, a pretty house, and no kids) after someone had made them believe they were trash. Both of you talked to the receptionist, who said that soon she would walk both of you to the dog’s department to choose. But when the guide came back and you were ready to go in and check out the puppies with your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be found.

Quickly, you followed the sound of people talking, and there he was, talking to a vet at the cat’s side of the shelter. The vet seemed to be deeply engrossed in conversation with him as you reached his side.

“Lev? Love, they are waiting to show us the dogs,” you called to him before smiling softly at the vet, acknowledging their presence.

“Oh, I was just telling him that she never gets close to anyone, not even to us. It was almost magical seeing her trying to reach out to him,” the vet said, and you quickly concluded it was the cat that was rubbing the top of her head against the front of her cage, trying to reach Levi.

“Aww, poor thing,” you said as you bent down slightly to have a better look at her face and perhaps give the cat some love through the small space of the bars. But the cat quickly moved away from your touch and softly hissed.

It hurt you, despite knowing that all cats have their temperament, until the vet spoke again, “Oh, she has always been a little grumpy; she’s not a fan of people.”

Levi also bent down to the cat's level, and he seemed to be the chosen one because the cat was continuously bumping her head against the cage, seeking more love from him. “Well, that makes two of us,” he commented, admitting his antisocial tendencies.

“When we found her, we thought she was feral because of the damage from living on the streets and her attitude, but we found she was chipped. We contacted the owner, but he said that since she couldn’t have more kittens, they left her in the streets,” both of you slightly raised to look at the shelter’s owner with heartbroken faces. “She’s been here for a while, but nobody wants her because she’s old, grumpy, and because of all the pregnancies she had, she has FIV, which is an expensive treatment an-”

“I’m taking her,” Levi interrupted the vet without a second thought, and you were about to comment that the plan was to get a dog, nothing against taking the little cat.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility, and she’s rather old,” the vet warned.

“I’m sure. What do I have to do to take her home?” Levi replied with confidence.

That’s how Chai Tea, or just Chai, came into your life. She was a grumpy old lady, but you two loved her to death, especially Levi. She seemed to be a golden brownish Persian, which made sense given her breeding history, but one of her ears was damaged from living on the streets, giving her a permanently angry face. The first sign of her enjoying being a spoiled princess was during her first visit to the vet after her adoption, when the instructions were to reduce her food rations because she was already a bit too chubby.

“Shhh, don’t listen to the vet. You’re perfect,” you heard Levi whispering as he rocked her in his arms in the kitchen. “Here, have some ham.”

She was obsessed with him, and he was obsessed with her. Did Levi complain about the hair? A lot, but at least he took the effort to vacuum and brush her himself. In his own words, “If I can make her life worth it for even a little bit at the end of it, then I’ll do it.”

It was endearing to receive a text message from Levi saying "On my way home," and then witness the little fluffy ball rushing down the hallway with her short legs once you tell her "Chai! Daddy is coming home!"

It was incredibly cute how she would meow all the way to the front door, occasionally looking back at you to make sure both of you were going to greet him.

It’s rather funny how he went to a shelter to get a big dog for his "bro's" adventures and came back with a cat that demanded to be picked up and rocked in his arms while he prepared dinner. Even funnier is how he accepted it. Now your camera phone is full of pictures and videos of Levi humming lullabies, sleeping with a cat on top of him, or holding her up in the air so she can hunt a moth.

A little bit jealous? Perhaps. Sometimes, Levi seems more eager to greet the fluffy cat when he gets home than he is to greet you. But being able to give an elderly cat a second chance was a better experience than anything else.

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[002yb]

I cried during your whole reply to the late ask. But please consider: Dick can't stand to look at Jaybin bc he feels too guilty and sad and he still thinks its his fault. And little jaybin is sad bc nothing has changed Dick still haces him no matter how much he loves him and Jason goes full mother on him bc a) he gets it, those are his feelings b) its a kid and Jason cant stand to look at a kid sad and c) if no one is looking out for him he might as well do. Damian is very !!!! Bc his position as jasons baby is in danger but also thats Jason as a *baby*. And Jason is just mothering two kids and Dick is taken out at the knees bc Jasons so perfect and protective and omG he wants to cry everytime he sees them. (Bruce is crying ln the corner and staring holes onto them) (Jason confronts Dick about making Jaybin sad and Dick cries)

Im so sorry this is so long but i got thoughts that i wanted to share bc your posts always make me happy<33 hope youre doing good and take it slow and one step at a time<3 love u<3

The angst potential from this angle of the double-Jay!AU, oh dear. It hurts in a different way from this post. But yes, let's explore:

Where Jaybin is so excited to see what's become of the future. He's eager to see how his small family is doing and if it's grown, what all Batman & Robin have achieved - what Jason has accomplished. More than anything, he wants to know that all their efforts have made a difference for Gotham.

Needless to say, Jaybin is left...unmoored, for lack of better words.

Because everything is wrong.

Bruce won't look at him. Dick still avoids him. Gotham is still fucked up. And just - Jaybin is welcome in the mansion, but it doesn't take a detective to realize that future Jason is estranged because everyone hates him, too

And ughhh, Jaybin trying to mend those burned bridges because he's alone and without proper support, but it's like he's a ghost

So, because Jaybin knows that it must be his fault, he singles out Jason. Without really understanding what happened, Jaybin blames himself and tells Jason to fix it.

Because Jaybin wants his dad back. He wants his family.

Jason being blindsided by 'his' upset feelings although they're nothing new. He's sat with them for years. No one understands more than him how fucking bad this grief hurts.

But Jason is Jason and while he feels a compulsion to help, the subject matter strikes him dumb temporarily

So Jaybin grieves because he can't understand what went wrong. Something something, he lashes out and says some cruel things about how they should just die

And that's what Damian overhears and like. This boy does not take kindly to the cruelty.

There's a Damian/Jaybin throwdown that finally snaps Jason back into action. He separates them and sends Damian off with a promise to tend to him later, but for now - Jaybin

With Jason patching Jaybin up. And them having a bit of a heart to heart.

Where Jason hears out everything that's bothering Jaybin and answering as patiently/kindly as he can. Things with Bruce? Can't fix that. Gotham? Work in progress. Bat methods are a joke, so he's trying his own thing.

And Dick?

What about him?

Jaybin kicking out his leg and grumbling about how Dick still hates them. He avoids Jaybin like the plague.

Jason being surprised at that. While it made sense back in Jaybin's timeline (something Jason has begrudgingly come to understand), Dick seems the sort to capitalize on a situation like this. Jaybin is, objectively, darling. And easily teased.

Jason grumbling about how Jaybin must have that crush by this point in time, huh?

Jaybin flustering because what? No. Shut up.

Jason snickering, then getting melancholic and soft. He shrugs and admits nothing comes of it. Better to give it up.

Have you?

It's the biggest call out.

It's not something Jason is dealing with, so he slaps a bandage on Jaybin's face and goes to tend to Damian

Which leads to sleepovers at Jason's flat. Where Damian bristles like a territorial cat because Jaybin is encroaching on Damian's Jason/space/etc. The only reason Damian behaves himself and begrudgingly looks after Jaybin is because Jason requests it of him. Damian definitely isn't happy about it though.

Which leads to a whole other side plot of Damian learning about who Jason was before he grew to be what he is. And Damian recognizing qualities he really loves about Jason in Jaybin, but also the differences. Like how all Jason's jagged edges aren't yet so piercing. Jaded, but not yet wrecked.

And of course Damian falls in love with Jason all over again contemplates his discoveries to Dick. Who is fondly reminiscent because he remembers well and sees it all, too. ;U;

But what's more? Dick recounting stories of the sparse times Jason and he were together. Damian noticing how Dick is so soft and melancholic and regretful.

Which, like - just hang out with him? Jaybin is here. Now's the time to make things right.

Which Dick is adamantly against because he's of the mindset that he'll make things worse. He always does with Jason. And Damian is fully just l: because really, Grayson? Pathetic. He wasn't there before; be there now. If Damian knows anything with any certainty, it's that Dick is unashamedly relentless. Is Damian wrong? )<

More than anyone, Damian knows the importance of Dick just…showing up. So.

Which leads to Dick asking Jaybin to go on patrol with him.

Needless to say, Jaybin, Jason, and Damian are dumbstruck because what

Jason and Damian? Jealous af (though Jason bites his tongue while Damian spits and sputters because he's Robin, damn it). Jaybin though? Starry eyed with the most brilliant of smiles

Commence a lot of Dick and Jaybin bonding as Dick steps up in the way he couldn't before. All while Jason and Damian get all huffy and petulant in the background.

But it's cool because Jaybin invites Dick over for dinner at Jason's one night. Which forces Dick and Jason to spend time together in a domestic capacity. But before that:

Dick being let inside the flat by Jaybin. And Jason peers around the corner to the kitchen because who the fuck?

His eyes going wide because wtf is Dick doing here?

'Whatever it is - it wasn't me.'

Which makes Dick grimace because he's not here on a case, Jaybin invited him

Jason being all wary because that's just how things are at this point. Still, he lets Jaybin have his company. It's fine. It's whatever. Jason was cooking extra anyway.

And yeah, something something Dick watching Jason be a caretaker

Dick minding his own business before Damian kicks him beneath the table and glowers at him because: 'don't get any ideas, Grayson.'

To which Dick is !! because what? No! No, no.

It's just surprising/disarming/sweet, is all. Dick's never seen Jason in this capacity. //3///

And yes. More dinners. Family patrols. Dick being brought more into the loop and Jason begrudgingly allowing Dick into their family unit space. Something something, Dick running errands after work or bringing home food. Everyone going out for some outings. Joint patrols. Just strong family vibes that heal all of them, tbh. ;U;

[chifuyudck]

CHRISTMAS WITH THE BROTHERS

obey me brothers x gn!mc ~ SFW

summary: after talking lots about christmas on how you can’t wait for it, one of the brothers asked you “what is a christmas.” you were shocked, they didnt know what christmas was?!

a/n: guys i wrote this fic in summer break and i didn’t even post it on time, no way!! anyways enjoy! (sorry for grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language)

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you were outside together with mammon, after you kept bugging him to go outside with you, he finally agreed, you recall him saying something like “my human can’t go nowhere without me.” this was kinda true, because lucifer wouldn’t allow you outside alone, since the snowy weather is way more extreme in devildom than in the human realm.

even when you were wearing thick layers of clothing, you couldn’t help but to shiver, which didn’t go unnoticed by mammon. he sighed looking at you, with slight worry in his eyes. “oi, human, how are ya’ still cold with all those damn layers of clothing? i don’ get ya’ at all.”

“i cant help it mammon, it’s cold here.” you reply, a tiny cloud from condense slips from your slightly parted lips. “i’m not that blind, ya’ know?” he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist. “what’s better than havin’ the great mammon warm ya’ up when you’re cold?” his cocky façade rather quickly breaks as a warm blush appears on his cheeks.

you giggled softly and nodded in agreement, it was nice to have him warm you up, “what’s up with you wantin’ to go outside all the time anyways?” he suddenly asked. “umm.. i just love snow, and the month december in general, because it reminds me of christmas!” you said awfully excited. mammon slowly nodded, having no clue what christmas is, but it hurts his ego too much to ask a mere human what the meaning of the word is.

a notification was heard on both of your d.d.d, mammon grabbed his first, “hm? oh, levi says dinner is almost ready, ‘nd we should come home before beel starts eatin’ it all.” you both sighed, mammon because his alone time with you was over, and you because you haven’t spent much time in the snow, than you wish you could’ve.

luckily you were not that far away from the house of lamentation, as soon as you got inside you went towards your bedroom to take off all the layers of clothes you had put on. after you had freshen up and changed your clothes you walked into the dining room, which was quite chaotic since lucifer was the only brother not there yet.

you sat between satan and belphie, who were both saving a spot for you, “finally you’re here mc, it was boring without you.” satan said, having belphie nod in agreement. “mc, wanna do something to make us feel less bored?” you looked at belphie in confusion, “umm, sure?” you said not knowing what to expect from them.

“what! you want me to pie-face lucifer, are you crazy?” you said, causing a sigh slip from belphie’s lips. “it’s alright, no pressure mc.” satan said, although it would’ve been a funny sight seeing that happen to lucifer he understands your answer.

as soon as lucifer steps into the dining room, the brothers start devouring their foods, you start eating too, spacing a bit out while looking around in the dining room, you come to the realisation that there aren’t any christmas decorations in this room, no, there aren’t any christmas decorations in the whole house!

after swallowing the piece of food you had been chewing on, you part your lips to ask a question, “so why aren’t there any christmas decorations around the house? it’s almost christmas..” your question causes some eyes to pop up to you, and some are too focused on the meal before them.

your eyes shoot over to lucifer, as he clears his throat and seems like he’s about to say something, “i’m not quite sure what ‘a christmas’ is, mc.” then your eyes shoot over to asmo who seems like he’s about to say something too. “hmm, now that you mention it, i never really understood anything you said about this christmas thing, hon.”

you look at them in confusion, suddenly satan starts speaking, “i have read something about christmas before, it’s some sort of holiday, i didn’t really understand what it was all about though.” you were shocked, this must be some crazy prank they’re pulling on you… no.. lucifer wouldn’t play a part in pranks, and mammon has been awfully quiet, right… mammon knew what christmas was, right?

your eyes shot up to mammon, who tries to avoid looking in your eyes, “mammon, you know what christmas is right? we talked about it just now..” mammon simply nods, keeping quiet. you squint your eyes, he’s lying. you take a moment to think this through. “wait… am i about to introduce you all to christmas?!” only thinking about it makes you squeal in excitement.

all the brothers looked at you a bit confused, except for beel, who didn’t even mind gazing towards you since he was a bit too busy with finishing his 4th plate already.

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LUCIFER

lucifers’ room was up for christmas decoration, all though you weren’t really sure if you’d even get him far enough to decorate his room. you knocked on his door twice, hearing a soft sentence of your approval to enter from him, you didn’t waste a second to open the door.

“lucifer, your room is up for christmas decoration!” you exclaim excitedly, you walk in with a box filled with different types of decorations. “i’m not that interested mc, you should spare it for the rest of the house instead.” you immediately shake your head, as expected, he’d make some form of an excuse.

“no excuses lucifer! i’m already unpacking. and is that classical music i’m hearing? didn’t i tell you to listen to christmas music instead?” you shake your head in disappointment. “i only listen to music from recorders, whereas i don’t own any christmas recorders.” lucifer said, you grabbed something from your box, a christmas recorder, “i got it just for you!” you walk over to swap the recorders, the first song that starts playing is joy to the world, you noticed lucifer looked a bit annoyed, he’ll get over it soon anyways.

you walked back to the box with decorations, you were going to keep it as small as possible since you knew lucifer would be upset if you made too many changes in his room. you reached out for a christmas sock you made for him, with his name sewn on it and having cute reindeer patterns.

you tip-toed to reach out for the part of the wall you wanted to hang it on, but to your surprise, you couldn’t quite reach it. your eyes went around the room, searching for something you could possibly stand on to hang the sock up. this didn’t go unnoticed by lucifer, he stood up from his desk and walked away from his office, into the bedroom that was attached to it, and where you were.

he took the sock from your hands and hung it perfectly on the spot where you wanted it to be, you smiled softly at him. “thank you, lucifer.” you said, he reflected your soft smile back to you, “it’s nothing.”

you pick up the box from the ground, ready to leave his room, as you turn around to leave, lucifer’s voice sounds, “hold on… is this everything my room gets?” he asks, he actually doesn’t really care about the decorations, he just likes it when you accompany him. “hm? i thought you wouldn’t like more decorations..” you say, actually surprised. “well, you’re wrong then, mc… i’ll help you decorate the rest of the house too... i just don’t want you to get injured, because that would be hurting lord diavolo’s image…” he says, you nod, excited. “alright, let's get started then!”

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MAMMON & BEELZEBUB

you were humming a familiar christmas song quietly, while making your way to the kitchen. as you enter the room, like usual, beel is rummaging through differents cabins and the refrigerator. “hi, mc.” beel mumbles while chewing on some crisps satan had left on the counter.

your eyes quickly fall upon the box on the table, which pulls a relieved sigh from you. when you start opening the box, beel’s eyes shoot towards you, most likely because of the sound of the plastic wrap around the various foods. “what’s that?” beel asks curiously as he gets closer.

“a gingerbread house! do you want to make one together?” you ask him, and he quickly replies with an excited nod. he truly is adorable, no clue what a gingerbread house is, but still willing to play a part in making them.

as you start working on getting the gingerbread intact, beel unconsciously gets closer, really close to the point we’re he’s standing behind you, and towering over you, to reach the gingerbread house on the kitchen table.

a small blush creeps on your cheeks, however beel doesn’t even seem to notice how close you guys truly are. not like you mind, it’s peaceful working together like this.

that is until a loud mammon barges into the kitchen, “where’s mc- here ya are!” he says excitedly, beel unconsciously moves away from you as mammon gets closer. mammon points at the gingerbread house with raised eyebrows. “what’s that… thing?”

“a gingerbread house.” you and beel both say in union, mammon shrugs, still unsure what that means. “you wanna help? mc is really good at making them!” beel asks mammon, which turns your lips in a soft smile. mammon gazes at you for a second, and starts blushing, “leave it to me!”

now you have both mammon and beel standing behind you and towering over you, looking closely at your creation which you are still working on. with mammon’s rather special questions he comes up with, and beel eating the decoration, the three of you manage to finish the gingerbread house quickly.

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LEVIATHAN & ASMODEUS

as you we’re tying your shoe laces together, a busy leviathan almost stumbled over your crouched figure. he lets out a gasp, dropping his phone, which he held horizontally, on the floor. “a-are y-you ok-kay?” he asks with a flushed face, flustered by what happened.

you let out a soft giggle as you nod, “i’m fine, levi.” he lets out a relieved sigh and fetches his phone from the ground. as you finish tying your shoes, you stand up and realise he’s wearing a coat. “are you heading out, levi?” you ask quite surprised, since levi barely goes outside, even for school.

“yeah, i’m going to a second-hand figurines store, supposedly there’s a rare TSL-figure of the lord of corruption from volume 2, you could only get one in a specific TSL-convention, sadly they ran out before i could get my hands on one.” he says in almost one breath, you chuckle softly, intrigued by how quickly levi starts oversharing when he’s excited.

“well since i’m heading out to buy christmas presents, we should go together?” you ask him, a blush creeps on his cheeks and before he can reply with loads of stuttering, asmodeus chirps throughout the hallway. “take me with you!”

you both turn towards an excited asmo, which makes you smile softly at him. “sure, come with us.” quickly the aura shifts, which gives you a frightened feeling, levi is envying asmo over this interreaction. you quickly place your hand in levi’s which makes him forget about asmo. and the three of you go outside.

asmo is hanging onto your arm, getting closer and closer by the second, while levi is barely holding your hand since he’s too flustered to strengthen his grip, the difference between them makes you giggle. “what’s so funny?” asmo asks, genuinely curious, “nothing.” you snicker.

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SATAN

you’re in satan’s bedroom, sitting on his bed in particular. you’re just fiddling with your d.d.d while satan reads a book about different holidays. “who came up with the idea of bringing bad kids to spain if they misbehave?” your eyes shoot up to him as he suddenly starts quizzing you.

“what?” you let out a laugh as you crawl closer to him, to see where he got that information from. he looks at you with raised eyebrows as he’s unsure of what this means.

“i think this is a different traditional holiday, satan.” you snicker, and his eyes widen, “i think this one is from, the netherlands.” you tell him. he closes the book with a satisfying thud and lets a sigh as he lays down on his bed. “i hate to say it, but i don’t understand these holidays at all.” he says.

you chuckle and lay down next to you, fitting precisely between a pile of books and satan. “do you want me to explain it to you, again?” you ask him, he nods and turns towards you. although you’ve already explained it to him a few times, you don’t mind telling him again.

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BELPHEGOR

on december 24th, everyone is getting ready for the evening you planned, it was christmas eve, you noticed everyone was busy getting ready except belphegor.

which a soft sigh you knock on the twins’ bedroom door, which beel immediately opens, “hi mc- wow, you look amazing.” he says, you smile softly as a blush creeps on your cheeks. “thanks beel.” you say.

beel unnanounced lets you into the bedroom, and your eyes fall upon belphie’s sleeping figure in his bed. as you make your way closer to him beel mentions that belphie has been napping for a while now. you sit on belphegor’s bed and pull his comforters away slightly. a chuckle errupts from you as you notice that belphie is already wearing a suit.

since you’re already ready to go, you decide to help belphie get ready. by starting off with combing his soft hair, you had never noticed how healthy it truly was. you use one of his colognes on him, which makes him sniffle a bit. beel looks at the both of you with admiration as he loves his favourite people caring about each other.

he continues sleeping peacefully until he stirs awake when you put a face mask on him. “mc? what are you doing here?” he mumbles, obviously still drowsy. “helping you get ready, you fell asleep belphie.” you tell him softly, and help him sit up while he lets out a yawn.

you remove the face mask from his now soft and glowing face while he stares at you in awe. “hmm, oh.. your mascara smudged.” he mumbles, and he wipes it away with his finger. now you’re both helping each other get ready.

[sin-petal]

HEAVY SNOW (a christmas special)

male y/n x Le Sserafim’s Kazuha (2100+ words)

TAGS: christmas!!! kinda sweet mc, strangers to potential lovers, unsafe sex, riding, multiple orgasms, and ugly sweaters

the snow is heavy tonight, you thought, stirring the powdered milk in your cup to melt it with hot water. you thank god that you fixed the heater last week so now you won’t need to worry about being a popsicle overnight. it left a dent on your wallet, but it’s better to pay now than pay for hospital bills later.

with a sigh, you turned around and grabbed the bag of marshmallows, putting it in the chocolate drink. but before you take a sip, you heard a knock. now, you rarely have people you can call friends so visits are very rare, so you froze on the spot as you thought of answering it or not. all the windows are covered with curtains anyway, it’s not like they can look in to check if you’re inside.

more slamming on the door. “hello, is anyone there?” a lovely voice of a woman, which is literally rare, shocked you. you set down your mug and opened the door carefully.

someone you haven’t met before was on the other side, but god was she beautiful. she was wearing clothes that are definitely not for winter, and you could tell by the way she was hugging herself and her body shaking plus the red on her cheeks and nose, she’s cold as fuck. but she’s definitely working that white top and the large denim jacket that’s falling off her shoulder with the matching denim pants.

“c-can i come in?” she said, and it reminded you that there’s a (beautiful) girl shivering in the cold in front of you and you’re staring like an idiot.

“of course, right, sorry.” you step out of the way and invite her in. she shook her head to remove the snow on the top of her hair, before stepping inside and removed her shoes. you could hear the relieved sigh when she felt warm again after you closed the door.

“what are you doing here? and who are you? and why are you dressed like that?”

she laughed, a beautiful sound, before sitting down on the couch and covered herself with blankets. you remembered your hot chocolate and checked on it, and sighed happily when it was still warm. you decided to give it to the girl instead.

“calm down. i’m kazuha. and i… was in a party earlier, but then caught my boyfriend cheating on me so i, um.” she sniffled a bit, and you couldn’t see from where you’re standing if it was from the cold or not. “i lost my ride so i tried to walk from home but the snow got really heavy as you could see and i need somewhere to sleep in the night.”

kazuha smiled and took the hot chocolate, where she closed her eyes and let the warmth from the mug fill her hands. “your boyfriend sounds shitty.” you whisper, sitting next to her. “i mean anyone who dates you would be so lucky and i would never do that,” you stammered out, shrugging. “and i’m um, y/n.”

“you don’t know who i am. what made you think he’s so lucky?”

“well… you’re really insanely beautiful.”

kazuha laughed before taking a sip. “typical man. seeing someone pretty and you go crazy.” she kept drinking for a while before standing up to put it on the table. you watch her, staring at her figure. “that’s not true. i’m sure your good looks match your personality.”

she scoffed, turning around and leaned on the countertop. “didn’t stop him from cheating, right?”

“listen, he’s a piece of shit.” you shake your head and got up as well. “you should change clothes. i have a sweater.” you went to the closet and chose a random sweater, which ends up being a christmas sweater.

“he is a piece of shit.” kazuha confirmed. “also i cant believe you have an ugly christmas sweater and you’re going to ask me to wear it.”

scoffing in fake annoyance, you clutched the sweater close to your chest. “i’m offended that you’ll say it’s ugly. my grandma made that.” kazuha’s eyes widened and you could see the guilt in her eyes, but it disappeared as soon as she saw you were joking. “asshole! i was about to apologize.”

“you can still grovel and beg.” you comment, tossing her the sweater before turning around so you can give her some privacy. you could hear her removing her clothes as she muttered, “you would love that.”

and she’s right, you would. but you keep it to yourself. you bit your lip and kept quiet until you heard some of your things falling on the floor. out of concern, you turn around and gasped when you saw kazuha still in her underwear.

“sorry, i pushed your charger off the table. i don’t think it’s broken so–” she stopped when she saw you staring, her eyes giving a mischievous glint. “do you like what you see?”

at this point there’s no point in hiding it. she’s fit, her skin looks smooth and all you want to do is touch her all over. her breasts look cuppable in your hands, and her thighs would be good around your head. there’s really no point in denying it now, considering you’re growing hard just by the thought.

about to apologize in order not to creep her out, you stopped when you realized that kazuha walked closer to you instead. there was a smirk on her lips before she repeated her question. “do you like what you see?”

“um yeah, i, um. yes.”

with a laugh, she pushed you easily on the couch, landing with a small grunt on your lips. you looked up at her as kazuha sat on your lap, her crotch right on top of your clothed dick. “oh, wow.” was all you could say.

“i should say that. you feel big.” kazuha then slowly unhooked her bra, which caused you to look away. “kazuha, what are you doing?” you ask, your heart beating fast. “this feels wrong.” it doesn’t. but you barely know each other and suddenly you’re fucking?

“listen, y/n. you’re horny, and i want a distraction from my ex. and… consider it payment for the night.” kazuha held your chin, tilting your head. “you’ve never had hookups before? one night stands?”

you haven’t. mostly because you didn’t have a lot of women come in your life to hookup with, but you aren’t saying that to kazuha right now. “um. maybe we can have a date after this. i know a killer place that sells good lasagna, its perfect for cold winter days—”

kazuha simply shushed you with a soft kiss. that kiss was all the consent it took for you to kiss her deeply, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulled her closer. she kissed back immediately with her arms around your neck and her hands messing your hair. her lips feel so good on yours, soft and sweet. her mouth automatically parted to let your tongue in, and both of you let out a small moan when she started moving her hips, and you could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping down on your shorts.

you pull her away only to remove your shorts and her underwear. you sucked in a deep breath when you realized how wet she was. “oh—you’re just ah,” kazuha cut you off by rubbing your tip, her finger spreading your precum. “less talk more sex.” she kissed you again, your hand reaching down to play with her pussylips. rubbing it softly while ocassionally touching her clit got her moaning a bit louder, so you decided to plant hickeys on her neck instead.

“fuck, y/n put your fingers in—god!” you thrusted in two of your fingers at once, knuckle-deep. you look at kazuha’s reaction, her head tilted back, her panting and her hips matching your thrusts. you could see her abs tense, and it’s incredibly so hot you could feel your cock growing bigger.

you took your time spreading your fingers in her pussy and exploring her walls, before pressing on her spot. it made her moan loudly and slightly pull away from you that it made you tighten your arm around her waist. “keep still.” you whisper near her ear before kissing her again and continue to rub her over the spot.

kazuha was shaking in your arms, and it didn’t even take a minute before she came all over your fingers. concerned with how intense she reacted, you asked her if she’s okay.

without any answer, she just quickly positioned herself on top of your cock. “i’m going to ride you and you’ll love it.” kazuha smirked and leaned down to kiss you just as you pushed your tip inside her slowly. her pussy was loose and wet enough to go inside with little resistance.

it felt heavenly. kazuha was warm and soft inside, and there was just no words to describe it. “you’re big,” she laughed softly, a contrast to what they’re doing. you reach up and smoothen the crease going on between her furrowed eyebrows, your other hand helping her go down on your cock. “bigger than your ex, i hope?”

“oh, much bigger. and much better.” kazuha assured you before sighing once she was fully seated, and soon she was moving. soft moans and grunts filled the rv, and you felt brave enough to go a bit rougher. you matched her pace with your hips, thrusting up when she goes down.

few minutes pass by and kazuha’s moans got louder and louder. her pussy was also squeezing and clenching more than usual which is a sign that she’s close. you are too, but you wanted her to be the one who cums first.

“you’re so hot.” you blurted out, and it seemed to be just the trick to make kazuha spill over the edge, her hips shaking and her loud moans near your ear was enough as well to pull out and cum on her toned abs.

kazuha looked down and smiled, before grabbing your chin again so she could kiss you. you kissed back desperately before flipping you both over so kazuha’s the one pinned down on the couch. you pushed inside her again, moving your hips steadily and focusing on hitting kazuha’s spot.

her loud moans were motivations to keep going, and her nails dug on your forearms as she tried to match the pace. “fuck, you’re doing so good, y/n—!”

a burst of pride filled your heart and it made you move faster and harder. it’s rough and you were about to ask her if she’s okay but with how she’s rolling her eyes back and keep blabbering at how it feels so good, then it must be the right thing to do.

it was a surprise that you managed to last for more than five minutes with how good kazuha’s pussy was clenching around you, every time you pull out it seems like it’s asking you not to.

you were focused, one of your hands playing with kazuha’s nipple, rolling your thumb and squeezing it. she squealed occasionally and would always moan your name loudly. she sounded so beautiful. your name sounded so good on her lips.

“kazuha,” you groaned out. “i’m fucking going to cum.” kazuha nodded and reached down to rub her clit, which caused her hips to shake intensely. “do it fuck, cum!”

you pulled out again, cumming all over her abs once again as she did the same. you then sat down beside her, trying to catch your breath and looked at kazuha who’s doing the same.

“that’s one of my best hookups ever.” she laughed, leaning her head on your shoulder. “that’s the first of my hookups ever.” you responded as you leaned your head on top of hers.

“you’re a virgin?!”

“no, dumbass, i’m not. i just don’t do hookups.” you laughed at her reaction and flicked her forehead.

“well,” kazuha shrugged as she sat up straight so she can look at you properly. “it doesn’t have to be a hookup.” you raised your eyebrow at that, making sure you’re hearing it properly. she saw the look on your face and rolled her eyes. “come on. i don’t want to treat you like a rebound but you’re cool and i want to give you a chance. i also want to know you better.”

you smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. one, two, five seconds, before you pulled away. “good thing there’s a coffee shop nearby. just a five minute walk. we should go there tomorrow morning.”

“it’s a date.” kazuha smiled and wrapped her arms around you, kissing you deeply. “good, then you should wear my ‘ugly christmas sweater’.” you reply while doing air quotes. kazuha snorted, nodding. “fine. make sure you pay for everything.”

you pull away from her and grabbed your thick blanket, covering the both of you to keep you both warm. and with a small smile on your face, you both cuddle tightly on the sofa.

[ashascoven]

☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 3! ✯ ☾

✯ welcome back everyone, to part three!!! (here is part one, and part two!)

✯ sorry for this taking so long, my mind has been brainrotting with valorant and roblox i cant lie...

✯ i was also a bit stuck on how i wanted to go about this... but every like has just been more motivation to keep trying to continue this, so thank you <3

✯ hope there's people out there enjoying this, happy reading!!!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”

You gritted you teeth at the rock muncher that just busted through the front door, their hand happily waving in the air at you.

You shook your head and took a visible breath, cracking your knuckles.

“please, excuse me niran.”

“mhm! take all of the time you nee-”

“AAAOOOOWWWWW!!!! IM SORRYY!!! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!? I THOUGHT YOU'D MISS ME??!??? (>д<)”

“WHY DID YOU STEAL MY JARS THIS MORNING??!? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO WITH THEM??!? HUH????”

“I ONLY USED ONE FOR YOUR FOOD EARLIER I SWEA- AAHHHHHH MI AMOR PLEASE!!!!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ”

“mercy? haha, i’m sure angela would react the same if it were her and her morning tea being stolen~ (＾◡＾)” Niran chuckled, taking a sip of his.

He watched as you had Sloan on the floor in a chokehold, their bag and drill frantically thrown to the side of the doorway.

Their hands were desperately trying to pull yours off of their neck, but you didn't budge. 

You looked down at them with murder in your eyes, fully prepared to make them beg for their life.

“tell me where the rest of my jars are.”

“y/n.. please, have mercy-..” 

They were starting to turn red, eyes squinting in extreme discomfort as they practically wiggled under your freakishly strong grasp on them.

Were they into this or not? They couldn't tell, but they definitely weren't being let off easily.

“you tell me what you took my waters for, where they are, and what made you not consider just ASKING me.. and MAYBE i wont boil you into a cauldron stew."

“mi a-amor-”

“WHERE ARE THEY, SLOAN.”

“i c-can explain if yo-”

“I WON'T HESITATE TO TURN YOU INTO BONE MEAL FOR THE PLANTS!!!! SPIT IT OUT!!”

“w-wait that'd actually be-”

“be WHAT?”

You suddenly loosened your grip on their neck, moving your hands up to holding their face and staring at them with a frown.

“..aweeesoomme◝(⁰▿⁰)◜???”

“...”

“listen, i know it prooobaablyy looked bad, b-but i promise i didn't mean any..”

You slowly leaned down towards their ear and pushed aside their headset, making them trail off from their words. 

“no, you listen to me.”

You spoke in a low tone, earning a nervous gulp in response. 

The excavator’s entire body shivered at the way your voice rang through their skull, cooing to them like a gentle warning that they were dead meat the split second Niran left.

“i was in the middle of doing a tarot reading for niran before you came home, and i need to go finish that up for him.”

“when im done, you better have prayed to every god you know.. because when i get to you, sloan cameron..”

You leaned closer, lowering into a whisper.

“you're gonna be begging for forgiveness.”

With that, you got up and made your way back to the kitchen, dusting the dirt from Sloan's clothes off of your own.

They, on the other hand, stayed on the floor for a minute with wide eyes, breath hitched in their throat, trying to process how they wanted to feel about what you just did.

Yeah, they did essentially steal from you with no explanation, and you seemed reasonably mad at them for it, but why was their face burning?

“niran, i am so sorry about that.. interruption.” You rubbed your forehead, taking a seat across from him again.

“no worries! you can always take the time you need, i’m never in a hurry anyway.”

“thank you.. gosh, you're always so kind and patient with everything, i dunno how you do it.”

It was your turn to lean on the table with your face in hand, glancing over at the phased out sloan still sitting by the door.

“hah, if i’m being honest, i’m not sure either.”

He shrugged his shoulders, reaching down to pet the raccoon and possum that were now rubbing against his leg.

“i just approach everything with a- uh.. pardon me, but are they supposed to be doing.. that?”

Niran tilted his head, pointing at Sloan. They seemed to be standing near an altar of yours, one of your salt lamps about to.. enter their mouth.

“hu- SLOAN, YOU PUT MY LAMP DOWN RIGHT NOW! |･д･)ﾉ”

They quickly set it down in embarrassment like a child getting caught doing something they're not supposed to. How they got up so quickly and found the covered lamp on one of your altars was unknown to you.

“sorry..! forgot again- and heey niran! sorry for not saying it earlier.. (⇀‸↼‶)”

They rubbed the back of their neck in shame, looking at the floor.

Whenever they felt bad about something, their go-to was munching at.. questionable things. A lot of times, they won't even realize they're doing it, and that's how lots of your things go missing.

“hello!- (٥⁀▽⁀ )／”

“..ahem! anywho.”

“mhm?”

“niran, do you feel like my reading resonated with you?”

“hmm.” He took the last sip of his tea before setting it down.

“i do feel as if.. it resonates, but not for me.”

“oh?” You raised a brow.

“rather.. y/n, don't you think it all sounded very familiar?”

“eh? really? how.. so?”

He gestured towards your lover, who was nervously fidgeting at the door, seemingly waiting for you. 

It looked like it took every bone in their body to not pick your lamp back up again and start biting.

“wh.. what do you mean? i don't think my partners.. stupid, they're very smart for the work they do…?” 

You hadn’t picked up on it somehow, your mind defaulting to showing off your lover to others.. even though you had just.. threatened said lover.

“no, my friend, what was your answer to my question earlier?”

“about how i was doing?.. uhh..?? i don- oh… oh.”

You turned in your seat and looked back at Sloan, who had caved and started biting at the lamp.

You could see them stop to ‘shush’ the bugs in their respective jars on your altar, not wanting them to tattle for what they were witnessing.

If anything, thank goddesses it was the lamp being eaten and not.. the bugs themselves.

“damn, i must've really made em’ scared huh.”

You both kept watching, but they didn't notice their audience yet, too nervously deep into their comforting eating session.

“it's normal, but i'm not sure about the salt-eating thing though..”

“yeah.. i’ve got to sign them up for that strange addiction tv show sometime.”

“agreed. ( ❛ᴗ❛ )”

“but anyway, ya know.. you're entirely right, it makes a lot of sense.” You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh.

“well, don't forget to give yourself most of the credit, y/n.. you were the one who read the cards after all! i’m impressed!”

“ahh, thank you, but? doesn't that mean i basically.. did that reading on myself? what about you?”

“don't worry about me, I'm quite content with what we've learned today~”

“hmmmmm… you.. sure?” 

“mhm! if you truly are worried about the results of this reading, then can i ask you to do some other things for me instead?”

“oh? of course! what is it?”

“for starters, i think you should.. remember to be more patient with yourself.. and them.” He nudged his head towards Sloan’s direction.

“i fully believe that you two thrive together as a couple, so conflicts, like mentioned in your reading, shouldn't push you two apart.”

“i.. see.” You turned around to look at them again, your eyes squinting at the way your lamp was now half-way gone and probably in their stomach.

“yup! there truly is no rush to every little thing in life.. it's best enjoyed when you bask into each ray of light for how bright they really are, not for how bask-worthy you were expecting, right?”

“pshh, it's like i’m the one being soul read now,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “but gosh, you're so right.”

“hmph, do i really just.. expect too much of them? like in your honest opinion, am i too.. harsh..?”

“from what i’ve seen, no. your current frustration is valid, given how this has never happened before. it seems right to be confused.. to want answers.. but, would you say you trust them?”

“huh? oh of course i do, why wouldn't i?”

“i think you should keep at that. have they ever wronged you?”

“outside of.. being the reason i could never keep ingredients for spells in the house.. no?”

“then, you should help their flowers flourish, even if you're not sure what seeds they've planted yet.”

“ah.. i definitely get what you're saying.”

“yes?”

“to be more patient and open-minded of them right now, and get back at them with a really well-thought out ritual later! maybe ill even get my witchy ancestors onto them? (っ˘ω˘ς )” You grinned, jokingly plotting your partner’s karma.

“..sure. (¯▿¯)”

“thank you a lot niran.. if you weren't here, i probably would've strangled them to death already.”

“HEY! THAT WOULDN'T BE A NICE WAY TO DIE THOUGH! ( `ε´ )”

“SHUT IT, LAMP EATER! ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)”

“ahem, seriously, thank you a ton. your words will definitely be kept in mind when i.. deal with that knucklehead.”

Cartoon-like sparkles and hearts practically radiated off of you as you innocently thanked Niran.

You smiled happily, knowing good and well what you were planning for your lover when he left.

“of course, y/n! anytime you need something, i’m a phone call away! i trust that you'll take care of your partner just fine~ (ง ื▿ ื)ว”

Getting up and clasping his hands together, he took his cup to the sink. He tried to wash it, but you shoo’ed him away with a ‘nono, i got it, you're good!’

“thank you.. with that being said.. i’m afraid it's actually time for me to go. i have my own flower awaiting me at home, but it was a lovely morning spent with you! (⌒ω⌒)”

He made his way to the door, patting Sloan’s head before putting his sandals back on.

“likewise! thank you for this, really.” 

You followed him, casually whacking your partner in the head and earning a ‘hey! >:(‘ out of them.

“of course! send me those love spell recipes for my bap when you get a chance, yah? (¬‿¬ )”

“only if you tell me how they work out for you two! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ”

You waved as he headed out with his umbrella, shooting you a thumbs-up before leaving.

“w-whew! it's a niiiccee raiinyy day, isn't it??!? i h-hope you two had a nice morni-”

“sloan.”

“i- u-uh-.. hiiii..yaaa? :,D”

“sloan cameron.”

“..im so fucked.”

“soo,” you had to remind yourself to be easy on Sloan with a heavy sigh, “..did youu.. take my jars of moon water to work?”

“y-yeah-”

“and.. did you bring them back?”

“s..sorta?-”

“SORTA?”

“i m-mean, i did! i brought them back but-”

“..but what?”

You caught yourself and sighed.

“sorry.. it's just? i’ve been stressed out almost all morning about this.. i’ve been curing those for like, three years now, every full moon, non-stop.”

You paced around in front of them, twiddling your hands in your own frantics of their responses.

“you-.. three years??!?”

“yes??? i've told you this over and over.. why do you think i’m so worked up over this?” You stood in front of them with crossed arms, eyeing them over.

“oh my god- i-?!?” They wrapped their arms around you.

“i'm s-so sorry for using some of it for your food this morning mi amor..! believe me, i w-wouldn't have even touched them if i had remembered! ugh, stupid sloan.. stupid me! the one time i try to change things up and it jus-”

They pulled away to cover their face in guilt, on the verge of crying and pleading to make it up to you, but you stopped them in their thoughts, it being your turn to hug them.

“it's okay, baby. just.. don't sweat it, it's the thought that counts.” You ignored your eye twitching, your arms around them unconsciously getting a bit tighter.

They felt themselves melt into the tight hold of your arms, their nerves starting to wash away in relief that you weren't angry at them. 

Their emotions almost hit them all at once like a bulldozer.

“i shouldn't have touched your things in the first place… i-i just thought you'd trust me and I could do something to make you happ-"

“sloan, it's okay, ya know? whatever it is you did with those jars, just…” you suppressed your eye twitches, trying so hard to not think about the dedication you put into some water, “i-its no biggie, you're good, i still love you.”

“man, i love you too.. i reeaallyy don't deserve you, mi vida..” They let themselves lean even more into your hold, the both of you hugging each other for a quiet minute.

The tension slowly going away between you two was nice, and you once again wished you could hold Sloan like this forever.

“oh! right!!! i still should uh-! s-show you what i used them for, since they're not actually gone or anything!” They suddenly pulled away, shuffling in their giant pockets.

“i dunno if i did it right.. or if it's silly? b-but i figured uh.. try my hands at charging some freshly mined crystals for you this time! (つ≧▽≦)つ” 

They guided you to the kitchen, pulling out the jars from their pockets and placing them on the dining table.

“o-oh?!? woah! they're..??!? still covered and everything, hello!??” You covered your mouth in surprise, not actually expecting to see the jars again.

“y-yeah! i didn't even know you kept them for so long but i.. i knew it was important that the sunlight didn't touch them, so i thought it'd be.. nice if i gave you these beauties with all of the energy from the water poured into them already! that's.. how that works right..?”

“awwwhh, slooann..!!” You gushed, the smile on your face already hurting your cheeks.

“l-listen! it's probably better when you do it, since you have those magical witchy hands n’ stuff.. but i wanted to show you how cool i think you are by taking after what you do!! if it's.. weird or anything though, then uh.. ill jus- mph!”

You cut them off with your lips against theirs, holding their face and letting the wave of relieved honor take over your body.

The fluttering in your chest was from realizing how much thought they were putting into these little gifts for you, and it helped wipe away any lingering frustrations you previously had with them.

You tried not to dwell on your own rightful confused anger with feeling bad, clinging to the advice Niran gave you.

It was better to just focus on what things really were right now, and this? This wasn't a case purely of stealing or foolishness, it was just Sloan trying to do something meaningful for you.

It was already sweet that they brought back raw crystals for you from work all the time simply because they knew you liked them, not to mention how expensive and hard they are to acquire normally.. 

But, to actually try and charge and cleanse them for you too? 

Trying to replicate what they've watched you do with gemstones and water before?

They might as well have proposed on the spot.

You pulled away, wrapping your arms around their neck and kissing all over their face.

“i take back everything i said, muah, i’m sorry for being mad at you, muah, i love you so much, mwuah muah, thank you, mwuah~ (づ￣ ³￣)づ”

“so worth it~.. ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃” was all they managed to get out, their eyes practically swirling at all of your kisses.

With one last ‘mwuah!’, you ruffled their hair and went to checking the jars that made it back home.

“oh my goshh, you found citrine??”

“ooh, there's some amethyst here too!”

“wahh, selenite?!!? gosh, you're spoiling me, sloan! ~(˘▽˘)~”

You excitedly inspected the glasses, raising them above your head to look inside of the dark jars without removing their coverings.

Sloan stood there proudly, their hands on their hips and a cheesy grin on their face. They were so relieved that you weren't mad at them.

“i’m glad you like them!! :D, there's some more in my bag for you, ya know, the usual~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧”

“aawwhh, thank you baby! i’m so so so sorry i was even mad at you at all (*_ _)人” 

You buried your face into their chest, wrapping your arms around them again.

“nono, IM sorry i made you worry like that,” they kissed your forehead, “i really should've just asked you first and.. maaayybee do this without.. OH! THAT REMINDS ME, BABY LOOK!!”

They reached in their pocket with one hand, the other still holding you back by the waist, and pulled out one last jar.

“you totally aren't gonna be ready for THIS one!!”

Something about this made you feel uneasy in the moment, but you swallowed Niran’s words once more, trusting in your partner.

“BEHOLD, SLOAN’S SPECIALLY SUPER CHARGED JAR OF CELES..stine?”

They whipped out the glass of what was supposed to have the blue crystal in it, expecting it to be a glorious reveal… but, it was just strangely darker than the rest of the covered jars.

“huh, guess it's just.. a bit more shyer than the other rocks?” They tilted their head, letting go of you to gently knock at the jar. You watched with another jar in hand, ready to compare the two.

“heeelloooo? any celestine hoomee? hmph, i can definitely feel it in there though..” They held it to the ceiling and practically pressed their eyeball against the glass.

“it's like it's not in there.. but, it feels like it is?!” They swished around the jar, deciding to place it on the table with another ‘hmm..’

“maybe it's the cloth? let's just.. go ahead and pull that off then!”

“wait- sloan no it’ll toucH THE SUNLIGH-”

You tried to stop them, but their hands were already quick to remove the clothed lid and reveal the stone.

“wait shit no i’m so sorry i didn't me-”

“wooaahh..” You gasped and picked up the jar, mesmerized by the piece of celestine. 

It glimmered in such a way that you've never seen before, making you immediately forget about the actual water around it touching sunlight.

“it's.. it's beautiful, sloan..” You held it up to eye level, your eyes sparkling at the glittery gemstone before you.

“h-how’d you even.. find something like this? it's.. like it's glowing~..” It had you hypnotized, struggling to take your eyes off of it.

“i.. uhh.. surprise..??” They were also lost in the stone, the way it shimmered all sorts of colors and lights in the water seemed like magic. It wasn't this glamorous when they had found it.

“here sloan, look at it! did you.. really find this.. for me?”

You quickly shoved the jar into their hands, puppy eyeing at them for bringing you something so beautiful.

“o-of course, mi amor! it's my proudest find for you so far, so it's-” They froze, both of your eyes widening at the stone.

It felt like it all happened in slow motion, the way you both stopped to stare at what was happening in the glass.

The piece of celestine was… dissolving.

“wh- huh?? wait noo- this- this isn't good- w-why is it.. melting??!?”

The split second they had started holding it, the crystal dissipated. 

In a natural panic, they quickly placed it back on the counter, the water in the jar now being misty and clouded.

“hmm.. celestine isn't meant to rest in water but… it hasn't been that long since you put it in there, right?”

“l-like, only an hour or two, yeah?! b-but.. something feels weird..!” They started holding their own face in a panic, panting.

“it shouldn't have dissolved that quickly the- wait, are you okay?!? should I call someone??!”

“y/n.. i-i. i don't know! something'sdefinitelywrongandmystomachfeels-”

They suddenly covered their mouth, slowly looking at you with wide eyes.

“..’feels’? feels WHAT??, baby?!!? what's wrong??”

You joined in on their panic, bringing them close.

They tried holding a finger up, only to push you away and dash to a trash can, scurrying back to you with it in hand..

Then, they hovered over it.

“bleurg- ☁️💨”

“h-holy shit, sloan?? eurgh, sloan?!?!?”

As soon as they tried vomiting, the whole kitchen was smoked out in an instant, leaving you coughing and desperately swatting at the heavy air.

After about 10 seconds, the smoke started going away, revealing to you a trash can with.. no Sloan to be found.

“wh.. what..? even happened..?? where's-” You stopped yourself, something telling you to check the trash can.

Peering inside, you saw them.

Sloan was inside of the trash can, hand-sized, looking up at you. (・u・)

“o-oh.. my god.”

✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!

✯ im planning on proofreading and rewriting the other parts (again, and if im motivated enough), but how would yall feel about me posting little drabbles here and there?

✯ feel free to hit my line abt it, or anything in general, i dont bite ! >:)

✯ the link for part 4 will go here soon, and here are the borders used!

✯ enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, love venture.. LOVE THE SILLY!! <3

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Ophidiophobia (2)

Part One

Word Count: 2,144

TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Angst, Fear of Death, Profanity, Gore (<-Kinda Graphic. Sorry), Injury, Animal Death, Calling A Person An "It"

Characters: C!Tommy, C!Wilbur

Summary: Tommy almost tolerates the presence of the naga he lives with until he receives a grim reminder of precisely why he should have never interacted with it in the first place.

"And then this huge mama bear comes charging at me! I was just like, 'Oh is this your baby?' and then I flew off!"

Tommy hopped from branch to branch as he recounted the story. He stood on one foot, keeping his arms outstretched for balance.

"Scary," Wilbur remarked plainly. He slithered along the forest floor with no particular destination in mind.

"It was! I was almost bear-chow!"

Sometimes it was hard to tell if Wilbur was listening to a word Tommy said. It wouldn't exactly come as a shock if he wasn't. Tommy's attempts to converse-even with people his own size-were always met with some level of irritation or an attempt to get him to shut up.

Honestly, someone nonchalantly pretending to listen was far better than anything like that.

"Sounds like you get into a lot of danger," Wilbur said.

Tommy waved him off.

"I eat danger for breakfast with a side of risk and a big glass of peril to wash it down," the blonde insisted. He leapt onto the closest branch. His heart plummeted at the sound of the crack beneath his feet. His wings snapped out their full span with such force that he nearly pulled a muscle.

The dead branch fell away beneath him, dropping directly onto Wilbur's head. The naga sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he turned to glare halfheartedly at Tommy. The bird hybrid hovered far out of reach. The sun caught on his blue feathers, outlining them with a celestial glow.

Tommy could only chuckle sheepishly, offering a shrug in lieu of an apology. Wilbur rolled his eyes before continuing on his way.

Tommy swallowed hard around the lump in his throat.

That was close

Way too close.

It didn't matter how much time he spent bothering chatting with the snake creature. There was always a pit in his stomach when he entertained the idea of being within a foot of those sharp claws. Or those sharp teeth. Or that giant tail...

"Tommy?"

He snapped back into reality. Golden eyes stared up at him expectantly.

"You look like you've seen a bear.

The bird shook his head.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just a little tired," he mumbled.

The snake didn't bother pointing out the fact that it was still the middle of the day. Wilbur was known for "resting his eyes" whenever he was given the chance. Still, it wasn't exactly normal for Tommy to be sleeping at such an hour. The naga canted his head in consideration.

He looked apt to say something but Tommy beat him to the punch.

"I think I'm going to go get some rest. I'll catch up with you later," the bird chittered.

Wilbur never really got the chance to respond before Tommy had vanished high above the treetops.

Tommy retreated back to his favorite hollow. He collapsed down into his little bark sanctuary, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Every minute he spent with the naga was taking another year off his life.

At most, he was just convenient entertainment for the giant beast. The second the opportunity presented itself, he was as good as snake food.

He paced about the small space.

Was this a chance he was willing to keep taking? To try and socialize with an apex predator for the sake of having a bit of fun? He knew. Some small, rational part of him knew that it would be better to just pack up and find somewhere objectively safer to stay.

Some far larger part of him was keen on retorting with a firm, "But I don't wanna."

He was being an ass. Maybe it would be best to just talk it out with Wilbur. What was the worst that could happen? The snake could admit to just tolerating him and waiting for the right moment to strike? He could just take off.

Yeah. That was a fine idea.

He flew back towards the spot he'd left the snake. He figured the naga couldn't have gotten far and he was right. Only a few dozen feet ahead, he spotted the telltale glint of orange-gold scales in the glistening sunlight. He wasn't quite sure how to bring up the subject but surely it wouldn't be too hard.

Bring it up as a joke or just come straight out and ask. It didn't really matter. He had plenty of time to bounce between the few options in his mind as he soared on a strong current towards the naga.

He landed on a branch far above the naga's head.

"W-"

His words died on his lips.

The sickening crack of bones echoed through the forest. Talons dipped in crimson twisted through what had been reduced to a writhing lump of brown fur. One more crank of practiced fingers and it went limp all at once.

The absence of its strangled cries was filled with the grotesque ripping of flesh from muscle. Greedy hands shoveled the bloodied mess into a mouth opened far too wide for comfort. Giant fangs sliced through what remained like butter.

Tommy pressed a hand to his mouth, stumbling backwards. He was going to be sick.

The naga's head snapped up. Nausea churned in Tommy's stomach as the monster's eyes sliced over its shoulder to lock right onto him. Ruby syrup dripped from its half-open maw. Its brown eyebrows pinched together ever so slightly.

"Tom-" it began.

Nope.

Tommy was out of there. How nice of the universe to make up his mind for him. He flew as fast as his wings could carry him. Even though he knew it was fur beneath those deadly hands, all he could see was feathers. Blue feathers. If it could do that to a rabbit larger than him, he didn't want to think about how easily it could shred him.

He took off straight past the border of the naga's territory to enter the unclaimed portion of the forest. He didn't care if there were more predatory animals out there. He didn't care if he was more likely to lose his life out there than he ever would be back in the naga's territory. So long as he was far, far away from that snake.

...

Tommy stirred at every twig snap. There was no telling how long he'd been laying on that branch tossing and turning. The best shelter he'd been able to find on short notice was a vacant tree that he could only pray was out of reach of anything that wanted to kill him.

Howls sounded in the distance. Bats screeched high above. Even the buzz of the cicadas had him on edge. He groaned, raking his fingers through sweat-slicked locks. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd slept a hell of a lot better with that snake bitch around.

He knew it wasn't a vegetarian or anything but, Prime, whenever the scene replayed in his head, all he could think about was the fact that he happened to be made of meat as well.

He gave up on trying to sleep. Closing his eyes left him vulnerable to attacks sprung on him by his own memory. He groggily pushed himself upright to stare at the sky. He'd leave first thing in the morning. At the break of daylight, he'd be off and by this time tomorrow, he'd be far away from any creatures. Predators or otherwise.

Creeeaak

Tommy's head snapped up. Another chipmunk on the loose, probably. He was so good at getting scared of nothing.

Grrrrr

Okay...either that was the most ferocious chipmunk of all time or that was no mere rodent. Just as he was about to search for the source of the sound, said source found him first. The branch bounced with the extra weight placed on it.

Two slitted pupils glowed in the ashen moonlight. It crept closer with its head down and pointed ears pinned down against its head.

"Woah. Nice...kitty?" Tommy tried as he prepared himself for a hasty flight.

It jumped. So did he. He dove off the end of the branch with every intention of opening his wings until the paw batted him straight out of the air.

Oh.

He was falling.

The world was a blur around him as he plummeted straight down onto the forest floor. His body landed with a sickening thud and an unnatural crack. The pain was probably the first thing he registered. Even with the blanket of adrenaline thrown over it, daggers shot between his shoulder blades.

He let out a hoarse cry, rolling over onto his stomach. He had no time to assess the damage. Not before the four paws landed silently on the soft ground beside him. As he spread his wings, he realized that the one thing he was praying hadn't broken had likely been the only thing that had.

He bit back another yelp. There was no time. He just had to get away. The damn thing didn't move until he did. Like it was having the time of its life torturing him.

Things looked so different from the ground. As he ran about on foot, he couldn't help but think about the fact that he didn't even know if he had anywhere to escape to. He wasn't a great climber. Or swimmer. Or runner. Definitely not built for evading pursuit beyond his wings.

All he could do was continue on running with the sound of bounding steps like a drumbeat behind him.

What were his options? Run? He was trying like hell. Flight? No dice. Fight? Absolutely not. Only in his wildest dreams did he stand a chance against a lynx. Hide? He was bright blue. Even if it was somewhat colorblind, his hues were a stark contrast to anything else in that forest.

He was running out of time.

And leeway.

He could practically feel the plumes of warm air from its nostrils against the back of his neck. Nothing looked familiar from this vantagepoint. Nowhere felt safe.

He veered a sharp left. The telltale click of jaws snapping shut on air sounded from mere inches away. Too close. He'd bought himself another handful of seconds at most.

A single second at least.

And it always seemed to be the latter with him.

He was knocked clean off his feet, sent skidding through gritty soil and mud alike. The world was upside down when he finally came to a clumsy halt. Any attempt to right himself was thwarted by the paw pressed to his chest.

The beginnings of claws dug into his skin. Looking into its eyes, all he saw was his own pitiful reflection. Bloodied and dirty with the most helpless little look painted on his face.

Tommy growled.

"Get the fuck off me!" he shouted. His voice waivered, cracking as more pressure was applied right around his lungs. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Though this feline couldn't have possibly been capable of replicating complex emotion, he could have sworn he saw it smirking in triumph.

He was going to die.

He was really going to die.

A messy set of claws glistened as they were raised high above his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, capable of doing nothing except bracing himself for the inevitable.

All at once, the pressure left. There was a loud yowl off to his right. He dared to open his eyes one by one. An all too familiar naga pinned the wriggling lynx to the ground with a single hand. The lynx's frantic claws snagged on the naga's arm. Wilbur drew in a hissing breath through his teeth.

The feline was launched into a nearby tree, its body making a sickening thud as it collided with bark. Tommy saw his chance. He weakly began to push himself upright. Wilbur's wrathful eyes briefly sliced to the bird hybrid.

"Tommy, sit down!" he snapped.

Tommy did just that.

The lynx didn't stand a chance. Even as it thought it had the element of surprise on its side, the naga backhanded it without so much as looking at it.

The feline came to a rolling stop with a surprised yip. It was slow to get back on its feet, obviously injured limbs struggling to hold its body upright. The snake showed off all of its dagger-sharp teeth with a harbinger's hiss.

The lynx stood there a moment longer before hastily retreating back into the sea of trees with a hobbling gait. The naga's breaths were ragged as it watched the fleeing animal, its shoulders rising and falling with a tremble in their motions.

Seemingly satisfied with having scared the lynx off, Wilbur let out a heavy sigh. He slowly turned to look at Tommy.

But Tommy wasn't there.

There was just an empty spot where he once sat and a trail of blood traveling away from it.

~

Part Three

[beea-idiot56]

Let Me Know, I need to make a decision.

Some of you may be confused if you do not personally know me/follow me on Discord, but I've been seriously obsessed with Minecraft Diaries recently. yes. the series was made 8 years ago by a creator who has now been making childish to the point of cringe videos on youtube. The series ranged on for 237 episodes and has 3 series, was discontinued, and then remade(which I don't know but I don't believe it was ever finished). specifically, I've been obsessed with Garroth. GARROTH..... I mean why does my heart hate me so? why must I be obsessed with him if all characters, it's really bad.

So in my fanfiction writer abilities, I've been thinking of/daydreaming/conjuring up a plotline for a possible Garroth x reader. I wanted to know if this was anything even SLIGHTLY exciting and if it was I was planning on maybe writing out a few chapters, and then going from there. I am well aware that this post, nor any chapters I may or may not post, would get any cred. but to the people who may see this, let me know! I'm super curious and if it piqued anyone's interest then I'll explore the possibility of putting Perfect Hit on hold for a little while to divulge my hyperfiction.

well, here we go, some little snippet weird prologue summary thing I've conjured up

First things first, Aphmau IS alive and well in this series, heck shes even the lord! however, at some point on one of her journeys, she returned with someone who looked a little down on their luck. they didn't respond to anyone and seemed to stick to aphmau like glue.

"Oh dont mind them!" aphmau would excuse anyone who questioned them. however one day Garroth let his concerns get the better of him "Lady Aphmau, I mean not to pry more than my position allows me, but I worry for your safety. Who is this person?" he would ask, and the person would look at aphmau with wide eyes that were full of fear. she would sigh and hesitate before speaking.

"Im sorry, Garroth. i cant tell you before they are willing to let me, ut rest assured they wont hurt me." aphmau would say. silence would pass between the three for a few moments before the person sighed, they opened their mouth, shut it, then opened it again and this time words followed.

"Im Y/N." they started, their voice cracking a little since it wasn't used to being worked, "I come from a village far off south, I was a guard for a long time, but the lord became corrupt and would turn against the villagers if they didn't look at him the right way. so when aphmau came by, i had tried my best to deter her from entering the village, visitors were not particularly welcome, especially lords." Y/N had begun, the words flowing out of their mouth in a tidal way of sudden information. "She had refused to listen to my pleas and came in any ways, stating that she needed to talk to the Lord for some sort of potion. In reality, she was looking for the past lord who had been killed. not under my watch, but rather the lead guard at the time, who was then executed as it was found he had been the one conspiring against the lord. that was when the lords son rose to power and appointed me to be the head guard." y/n sighed, rubbed their arm, and then continued, "Well aphmau came in and found the village in complete disarray. so she decided to help with her utmost kindness. I was thankful to her and began to talk to her more as she stayed the night in my village. I found out she was a lord and immediately wanted to follow to her village. so she helped me escape."

"How did you escape?" garroth had asked, being curious considering he himself had gone under something similar. "Well, it wasn't particularly hard. i simply told my lord I wanted to leave, for a long time it was a back and forth between her and him as they argued for who would take me. Eventually, it came to the point I decided to simply leave, so I asked aphmau to take me in a golden lasso and go home."

"Before you say anything garroth, it took a long time to convince me, it felt wrong to take away the head guard of the town, but y/n assured me that the apprentice guard that was training under them would help." aphmau spoke, smiling as she reminisced in the old adrenaline that followed their daring escape.

"so why don't you reside bear the title of guard now?" garroth asked, curious as to why he hadn't been training this person as a guard if they were previously a head leader.

"oh that's easy!" aphmau spoke, smiling, "because they don't want to be!" with the words released in the air everyone paused for a moment, but aphmau quickly started speaking again. "they made a deal with me actually, they did not want to be a guard that was out in the open about it, but rather a personal guard of mine that would be there in disguise. they would carry weapons but conceal them. we both agreed it would be easier on future trips and in general, it would provide more protection if Y/n was under the premise of being seen as a mute follower!" aphmau smiled.

garroth had nodded, then reached across to hold his hand to y/n, "well then Y/n. welcome to the guardship of Pheonix drop, you are officially aphmaus secret bodyguard."

from there the two had a blossoming relationship. y/n had continued to be silent, but would show up more to guard meetings and had stated to talk a little more to the other ones. laurence, dante, garroth, and aphmau were the only ones who knew of this arrangement and they kept it well in secret.

however, one-day aphmau asked to go on a trip by herself, she had wanted to go to bright port, it was only to be a four-day trip to check up on the people of the town and visit the wolf tribe. so y/n had stayed back, and suddenly they found themself bored.

What were they supposed to do when no one was around? looking around aphmaus property they sighed, before looking up to the guard tower, ah, that's right. they could go up there. they smiled thinking about it, deciding they would bring some paper and a quill and draw the scene that lay at the top of the tower.

so they went, grabbing the materials needed and climbing the large staircase, they hadn't expected anyone to be there. since it was mid-day many people were either eating lunch or hanging out in the plaza, so most guards would most likely be in patrol or joining their families in lunch. however, when they climbed to the top, they found garroth sitting on the side and looking out into the ocean.

"oh, hello there Y/n" garroth spoke, his voice grim and his face downcast. he had obviously been shuffling around in an attempt to put on his helm when he heard the trap door open. "hello there, garroth. i apologize for intruding. ill be ff" they spoke, a little disappointed they would have to go somewhere else, the tower produced the best scenery. "no need, you may sit with me if you'd like, you seem to need the company" garroth spoke, leading y/ns gaze with a wave of his hand towards the chair next to him. y/n nodded and sat down, taking out their quill and beginning to do a light sketch of what lay before them. making sure to include the wide arrangement of objects that were seen on the horizon.

"do you often come here to draw?" garroth asked, which earned a shrug in return. garroth looked at them before a small chuckle erupted from his lips. "I feel as though we are not a good match when it comes to socialization." garroth spoke out loud, his voice seeming more upbeat. rather than grim as it was before. "it is because neither of us seeks out a conversation unless sit is of importance. we are simply comfortable with the silence of the world or the conversation being held by someone else." y/n stated, having noticed this very thing on other occasions. it was not often the two were alone. however, when they were it was always an awkward silence. Neither of them were outgoing, and neither of them were willing to break their old habits of being quiet to cure the silence.

"well, should we try?" garroth asked, "to communicate better" he spoke, clearing the air of questionatore. "We both work together so I feel as though it would be worth it. additionally, you seem lonely"

"sure..."

(also this story would probably be in season 1, but not in war and before they enter the dimension with rene and shz)

so let me know, honestly, i think I could write a really cute fluff heavy story :D

[angelic-axel]

Questioning system looking for advice on identifying headmates

I'm not sure if I'm accidentally making Headmate A into two members on things like simplyplural and pluralkit or if they actually are two diff headmates. what if I'm accidentally not letting Headmate C call themselves Headmate C cause they don't fit what my idea of how they're supposed to be

a.k.a i don't know if i'm fucking shit up cause i cant identify them right and am hoping for tips on how to prevent further mistakes (if I turn out to be wrong)

Is there a way to tell/or prevent a mix up? (Sorry, im unsure how to word this better)

[the-comfort-den]

or even maybe perhaps sfw alphabet for g/sans 🥺🤯 whatever ur preference is okay! I simp either way

I can do that! Sorry for the wait!! Been having to figure out how to function lol- a lot has changed recently- ^^;

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A ffection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Citrine is veeerryy affectionate! He's almost always flirting! Though he's clearly a bit more love struck when he's flirting with someone he actually likes, platonically or romantically!

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B est friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend he's almost always flirting, joking, or teasing, but you'd also see a side of him he doesn’t want many people to see, one where he isnt hiding how depressed he is,

You two wouldn’t know how it started! You two just clicked and ended up becoming best friends!

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C uddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He can be very cuddly! Though he's a little picky about who he cuddles, he's a skeleton so he knows he isnt the best at cuddling lol so when he does he normally forms at least some ectobody, but other than that he'd most often just sling an arm over your shoulder to cuddle! Like on the couch while you watch tv or something!

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D omestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's never thought about settling down, but that’s because when he does he realizes how soft he gets over it lol, he's a master at cooking, believe it or not, he may not be super picky but he prefers good food and good homecooked food is the best! He's also pretty good at cleaning, but has some motivation issues, but he's working on it, it's from his depression,

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E nding (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's pretty blunt about it and wouldn’t drag his feet about it, if he doesn’t love you anymore he'd rather let you know so you can find someone else to love,

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F iance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's a bit scared of commitment and wouldn't think of marriage for a while, but when he does he'd bring it up to you! He'd be pretty blushy about it too!

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G entle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's oddly gentle when he know he can trust you, both physically and emotionally, he has depression so he'd know what that’s like and he isnt afraid to ask how you feel and do his best to understand,

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H ugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs! He knows he's boney so he normally forms some ectobody for it but he loves bear hugs! He only really hugs people he likes, but he's a bit more open with hugs than he is with cuddles lol

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I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He even says 'I love you' platonically, so really fast! He believes actions speak louder than words, so doesn’t mind saying the 'L-word' when he knows he can trust you!

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J ealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not super jealous in the 'typical' way, he's more worried you'd want someone else, but if someone is flirting with you and you don’t like it? Hell no, that’s not jealousy though, that’s protectiveness,

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K isses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He normally nuzzles your cheek over kissing, since he kinda cant- but he doesn’t mind if you want to kiss him! You have free range if you're his partner, but keep it to the cheek or forehead/top of his skull if you're his friend- don’t even think about it if you arent lol

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L ittle ones (How are they around children?)

Not a massive fan of them- not babies or toddlers at least- other than that he's fine with them! He finds babies and toddlers to trigger way to many sensory issues to want to be near them-

He'd do his best to care for them but he's better at entertaining them than caring for kids, pre-teens and teens are easy for him to handle though lol and kinda prefers them over younger kids, he'd teach them how to cook things and would help them know how to clean things properly!

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M orning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's not much of a morning person- so he ends up staying in bed with you and cuddling, and love that more than he can put into words

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N ight (How are nights spent with them?)

He's a nightowl, so late night cuddles and tv dates! After that he'd cuddle in bed till you both fell asleep!

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O pen (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He will say off the wall shit, kinda like he's testing you to see if you'd be bothered by it, if not? You pass the vibe check! But he reveals a good bit about himself, without actually showing it, he's not lying, he's just seeing if you can be trusted,

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P atience (How easily angered are they?)

He's really patient, he can take a lot before getting mad, sure, some things set him off- but that’s only because he hates seeing people he cares about be hurt,

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Q uizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot more about you then you'd think, he remembers more than he thinks too- lol even he isnt sure how much he remembers in passing because it only comes back to the foreground when he sees or hears something that reminds him of it!

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R emember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He has to many favorite moments to even name one- but when you two first starting cuddling is up there! Or when you tow first moved in together, or when you two first started cooking together-

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S ecurity (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's very protective of people he cares about, even more so if you’re his partner, he isn't afraid to use his magic to protect you, but never expects anyone to protect him,

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T ry (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He'd put in a good bit of effort for dates, gifts, and anniversaries, but with the gifts it might not seen like it lol, you'll get odd little trinkets and things he'd think you'd like, from a funky lil shell to a jacket or hoodie or a blanket or your favorite snack that is a pain to find-

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U gly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He smokes, that’s it, without lungs he only gets the buzz/good things and none of the bad things(say for the bad taste and the yellowing of his bones, and the addiction to the nicotine-),

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V anity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not super focused on his looks, he wears the same thing every day, granted it's not like he sweats or gets super dirty- and that’s a bit of a common thing with skeletons(and maybe other monsters since the also don’t sweat- they use magic to regulate their tempeture)

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W hole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would, after you start dating you can easily notice that he's gotten more clingy and cuddly,

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X tra (A random headcanon for them.)

His hobbies are: Collecting pokemon cards, playing videogames(he has a lot of consoles- even a ds lol and he has a gaming pc), drawing, sewing, and sorta cooking/baking, since he'll make snacks for later when he's bored and feels like it!

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Y uck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anything that triggers his sensory issues, which is sticky things, some fabrics, some sounds, and some textures in food(hence why he cooks so much- he knows what tf its going to taste and feel like lol)

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Z zz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He cuddles things in his sleep and has a habit of slightly laying on top of things he's cuddling when they're small(like think more of a pillow lol, he's woken up with a pillow in his ribs and being face first in the bed more than once lol)

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