#the cats kept me company so that was nice

[running-in-the-dark]

I was asleep for most of yesterday. and today as well. like I basically only woke up to eat, watch tv for a little bit, and then I fell asleep again. I'm so tired and dizzy.

I'm really hoping it'll be better tomorrow. I really gotta start/continue writing my thesis. 😭

[alastorss]

i love your writing & the way you format your posts !! .. is it possible to ask for an alastor x cat demon reader who’s pupils dilate around him ? (positively of course) bonus if he picks up on it before they are dating. i’m pretty sure your requests are open, if they’re not feel free to ignore this ! :)

a/n: hi!! thank you so much! i kept this very short but i hope you enjoy ♡

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Alastor can't tell if you know, or if you're none the wiser.

He's tried to ignore it—the subtle way your pupils dilate whenever you see him walk into a room. Or the tiny flick of your ears when his static voice buzzes as he talks to you. It's instinctual, he's sure, something you can't control but buried deep in your brain since you gained your animalistic attributes.

It's not on purpose, but for some reason he can't help but think you only look like that with him.

And, well. He would be lying if he said it didn't stroke his ego just a little bit. And now he's caught you in the act, quite literally.

"Is there something wrong with my face, my dear?" The demon gives your cheeks a squeeze between his fingers. You sputter, embarrassed and flustered.

"What? No! Could you let go of me already?!" Your words come out muffled as he pinches your lips together tighter.

His eyes narrow in suspicion, but you swear the ever-present smile on his face grows tenfold.

"You've been staring an awful lot lately~!" he sings.

"W-Well that's just... because..." You fumble, eyes darting around nervously. He laughs to himself at your display before letting go of your cheeks.

"I jest," Alastor relents, hand falling atop your head to give you a pat between your drooping ears.

You blink at him slowly, body relaxing as he smiles down at you with a certain fondness. Finally, he sees it again: your black pupils blowing wide while you admire him.

Something else in him stirs—not amusement, not even his pride. Something foreign and strange that he doesn't have the word for. It's pleasant, the way it makes his stomach swirl.

He thinks about pushing you further, just to explore this new feeling in his chest. But you're already putty in his hands, and he'd rather not have to explain this to his nosy "friends" later.

Alastor tips your chin up to look at him, and in the light he can see your adoration in its fullest. He chuckles.

"Why don't you keep me company? I was just about to have a drink."

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[luvyeni]

ʚ : TEASING THE ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE IN PUBLIC ₊̣ !

warnings? handjobs , footjobs , namecalling , no penetration , public sex , heeseung cums in his pants

— 𖦹 ( the hyung lines reaction to you teasing them in public ) !

HEESEUNG ! he was trying to hold his composure , but it was kind of hard when you were stroking him through his jeans under the table , right in front of his friends. his face was red , and sweat was forming on his forhead — yet you sat there laughing with sunoo so unfazed , while he was about to blow his load in his pants.

"b-baby." he whispered in your ear , more like whimpered. "baby please i'm gonna cum , please stop." but you didn't listen , he could hold it much longer , he bit his fist , turning his head in embarrassment as he came. "we have to go." heeseung quickly got up , dragging you away. "that wasn't nice was it? making me cum like that , now don't give me those tears when i make you cum until you're begging me to stop."

JAY ! he wanted to jump across and take you right then in front of all his associates , put you right back in your place , make you beg for his cock like he always had you — instead , he had sit there , stoned faced as your stiletto clad foot rubbed up and down his calve , making it's way all the up to his cock , pressing down on it , you made eye contact with him , the anger in his made your panties soak.

your smirk pissed him off to the max , but he wasn't gonna let you win , he wasn't gonna cum in his pants like a amature. "that's all for today everyone , meeting over." you both got up , everyone walking out the door , you could feel him right behind you. he wasn't gonna let you get away that easy , before you could make your way out the door , he snuck up on you , closing the door , caging you in between. "you think you're so fucking funny princess , let's see how funny it is when the whole company hears you screaming my name like a whore."

JAKE ! he smirked , biting his lip as your hand came up to his crotch palming his cock , stroking him through his jeans , he knew the game you were playing and he loved it , he loved seeing you all needy for him , but if you want to play this game , he was gonna play to , but he was gonna beat you at it.

your skirt made it easy for him to stick his hands up your skirt , his smirk turning into a cheshire cat like smile. he leaned over , whispering into your ear. "dirty girl." he tapped your sticky cunt. "you aren't wearing any panties." he sunk a finger into your hole. "j-jake." you grabbed his wrist , but it didn't stop him , he removed your hand whispering into your ear again . "nah baby , you started this , if you're not gonna play fair why should i?

SUNGHOON ! you were playing with fire honestly , because he told you to stop the moment you put your hand on his knee he was slapping it off muttering a behave into your temple , you should've stop there , and listened , but you didn't , instead you kept going , and going , until your hand reached his clothed cock , squeezing it making him groan.

"you alright hoonie?" you looked at him with a smirk so sly he just wanted wipe it off your face. "so funny princess." he grabbed your wrist , stopping you. "i wonder if it will still be so fucking hilarious if i bend you over this table and fuck you like the whore you are in front of all these people."

©️LUVYENI

[ellecdc]

This is my first ever time requesting and i feel a tad nervous about it. Since i don’t know how the whole thing works.

Okay so i've seen in your previous posts that you said you don't write for barty jr as a central character but imma request anyways and maybe just maybe i'm lucky and you do end up writing this request (no pressure tho sweetie)

Basically a Ravenclaw reader x reg x barty. Reader is a total sweetheart but also very witty, playful and sassy in a sweet way. and marauders are also involved in the fic. (Maybe reader is neighbors with James or maybe she's beasties with rem. I don't mind. you decide that.)

Your moonwater x reader one shot was so cute and i’m just craving more of your writing.

Anyways thank you and also if you don’t want to write for barty just replace him with another character or just ignore this whole request. 💗

🤨🤨🤨🤨 I wanted to say no on account of I really don't know that I want to write for Barty BUT....you're just too cute and I love you too much and I didn't want to say no to you on your first request [which: thanks so much for bestowing me with such an honour]. 🤨🤨🤨🤨 cheeky little minx, I bet you did that on purpose 😉

So I present to you, for possibly the only time ever on ellecdc.... poly!bartylus x Ravenclaw!reader

CW: Barty jokes (?) about wanting to kill people - very on brand for him

“Reggiiieeeee.” Barty whined as he walked into their shared dorm room where Regulus had been reading due to the fact that Barty had taken up residence in the Slytherin common room, making reading nearly impossible.

Regulus stifled a sigh and offered a begrudging “yes, my love?” as Barty belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered something (unintelligible) miserably into the velvet quilts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Regulus asked, deciding to bookmark his place and give his boyfriend his undivided attention (anything less could end up being detrimental to both Regulus and Barty’s safety).

Barty lifted his head with a pout on his lips to look at Regulus. “How mad do you think Y/N would be if I killed Potter and his friends?”

Point proven. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Regulus deadpanned, causing Barty to groan and roll onto his side.

“It’s just she’s always spending so much time with them and they’re all so annoying. And I don’t want to tell her to not hang out with them” (that was a lie; Regulus has heard Barty tell you that the Marauders were 'no good company to keep' well over hundreds of times) “so, I thought it’d just be better if they...disappeared, you know?”

“What have you done?” Regulus groaned darkly, causing Barty to chuckle.

“Nothing! Nothing...” yet. 

“You do realize that your hit list includes my brother, right?” Regulus asked.

Barty looked at him like he was sort of stupid. “Uhm...duh, it’s called hitting two bludgers with one beater-bat. Do keep up.”

“Barty, you are going to scare her away...” Regulus pressed. “...you’re kind of scaring me away.”

Barty’s groan nearly turned into a shriek as he threw himself back down onto the bed in defeat.

“Fine. But when we’re trying to enjoy a nice moment with Y/N and Potter and his cronies interrupt, it will be all your fault.” 

And with that Barty got up and stormed out of the dorm room. Regulus sighed in relief and pulled his book back out.

So, when the three of you were wandering around Hogsmeade (i.e., you and Regulus were walking hand-in-hand whilst Barty followed, balancing precariously on the stone walls of bridges as well as some fences lining various properties (much to the shop clerks and homeowners’ chagrin), pausing to pet every cat he could find and seeing how many times he could skip stones in the pond [the answer was none, he kept throwing them too hard]), Regulus got proven wrong (somehow), and (even more importantly) Barty got proven right when Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus showed up.

“Hey guys!” You called cheerily, and Regulus was almost ashamed to admit that your sweet smile and kind voice cancelled out any chagrin that the appearance of his brother caused him.

“Hello gorgeous! Baby bro.” Sirius called with a wink, causing Regulus to roll his eyes.

“Can I help you four!?” Barty nearly screeched as he showed up seemingly out of nowhere, all but standing directly in front of you like he was trying to shield you from the sight a particularly horrifying broom crash.

“Barty...” You chided jovially, gently nudging him aside. “They’re just saying hello.”

Sirius looked rather chuffed that you had defended them. Regulus didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, well hello. You can leave now.” Barty shouted.

“Oh, lighten up, Junior.” Remus called with a smirk. “We’re all friends here.” 

Barty scoffed. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than be friends with Gryffindor’s.”

“Ew.” Everyone else said in response.

“Come on, my sweet, beautiful, angelic, lovely, smart, wonderful girl. I don’t want you or our beautiful day to be tainted by such scoundrels.” He cooed at you like you were some toddler on the verge of tears from having dropped your ice cream on the ground.

You groaned a little bit but acquiesced, allowing Barty to turn your body in the opposite direction.

“Sorry guys. I’ll see you tomorrow for our study date!” You called over your shoulder, to which Barty quickly counteracted with a “no you won’t!”

“You know, love,” Regulus murmured into your ear, “you’d probably save him a little bit of grief if you at least didn’t call it a date.” 

“Perhaps. But look at him now.” You whispered back conspiratorially. “He’s holding my hand and talking a mile a minute about how much of his dad’s money he wants to spend on us at Tomes & Scroll’s.”

Regulus couldn’t help but smirk at that. 

A Ravenclaw may have been smart enough to come up with a plan like this, but only the influence of your two Slytherin boyfriends would have made you cunning enough to pull it off. 

AN: I don't know how I feel about this one bit

[httpswritings]

@alexiaps94 has liked your profile — Alexia Putellas x Reader

Word count: around 648

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Alexia match on an exclusive dating app.

“@alexiaps94 has liked your profile”

That was first notification you saw when you first checked your phone in the morning, still half asleep.

Some days ago, you signed up on Like.ly, an app similar to Tinder but extremely exclusive. The app was directed to wealthy people and reputed celebrities. You had to e-mail the company and wait if they accepted you on the company. If you were, you had to go through an interview where they'll ask you all types of questions, as the company itself would look for some potential matches to get you started. They did not succeed to your liking. They matched you with all sort of celebrities, but nobody properly caught your eye. 

You weren't a football fan, but you knew who Alexia was because of the expectation she woke up when she won her second Ballon D'Or and when Spain won the World Cup, as the press talked non-stop about the different problems with the federation, especially about the incident during the final. 

You clicked on her profile. Her profile pic was a picture with her dog, Nala. She had more pictures uploaded; you could see her with her family, her friends, her team and by herself. You scrolled down to the “About Me” paragraph.

“Hi! My name is Alexia. I like playing football, spending time with my family and learning new things. 😃”

“Cute”, you thought. You hesitated about what your next move should be. You liked her profile but decided to not write her yet. 

“Hi. I saw your profile some days ago and you seem lovely. I'd love to hear from you”. You hated the way you wrote that text. “Y/N, you want to get to know her as a friend, maybe as something more, this is not a business meeting”, you said to yourself. Your text was fine, you were only overreacting. If you knew they way Alexia reacted to your text, you'd feel more than accomplished with yourself.

“Hi, Y/N. Thank you! You seem really lovely too. I'm seeing that you have four cats! Wow, that's some good company. I think a get along better with dogs because I've been around them my whole life, but the cat life sounds fun too. 😸”

You chuckled as you read her message. “She's indeed very lovely”, you thought. 

“Yeah, so damn crazy, but it's quite fun😸😹” You had never used those emojis. Weird. Adorable but weird.

As you kept talking during the week with Alexia, you got to know her better. She told you about the passing of her dog, Nala, and how bad that affected her. You told each other about your life: family, friends, place of work. She even taught you a little bit of football, and you were so entertained you couldn't quite believe it, as you never showed any interested in football except for some random matches of the men's world cup. You started to educate yourself in women's football.

“Can I call you?”, was the message you received from her on a Saturday night. You had spent the whole day rotting on your sofa and talking to Alexia until your eyes started to feel really heavy. As she called you, and you responded, you started to breath uncontrollably rapid but at the same time, you felt so comfortable listening to her. Alexia's voice was soft, and her laugh sounded so delicate, you felt butterflies in your stomach every time you made her laugh.

“It was nice talking to you, Ale, but we both need some rest, especially you. You have training tomorrow.”

“... I liked hearing you calling me Ale”

“I like hearing you, Ale.”

“God, are you always this flirty?”

“Not in person. I'll have to be a little bit tougher when I'll have you in front of me.”

“No, don't be. I'm pretty sure I'd love the timid version of you. I can't wait to see it.”

[avocado-writing]

Ok this request might be a bit specific but can you write headcanons for halsin,astarion ,dammon karlach and lae'zel (feel free to add any other character if you want) when their petite partner comes back from fighting the god of death and suddenly they're towering over them? (It's temporary but they'll take advantage of the fact that they can carry halsin)

This happened to me in my play through, I kept trying to remove items from my inventory because I was slower and it wasn't until I came across halsin in the camp that I was like " hold on... Halsin why are you so tiny???" Then realised

LMAO i have never had this!!! do you change size during the myrkul battle? that's SO funny if so. gonna change the prompt to be a bit less specific, but will still include a size change! under a cut bc nsfw, minors dni

Astarion

your shadow falls over him. he looks up. and up, and up. "oh... darling. you've... grown."

you apologise and tell him that this is only temporary, but he really doesn't seem to mind it all that much.

sits in your lap and likes to feel very small, curling up like a cat. you can practically hear him purr.

when you go to bed that night, if you're intimate, he'll enjoy straddling you and feeling how wide his legs have to splay around your wide hips.

he falls asleep on top of you, like you're his giant pillow. it makes him feel safe and protected.

he's woken up when you're back to your usual size, slapping at him to move off you - he's crushing you!

Halsin

he feels relieved not to be the tall one for once. it's nice for him to look up at you!

"my, when you're this size, i can appreciate all of you so much more... see magnified what nature has blessed you with..."

if you're comfortable with your size he wildshapes into something small so that he can really enjoy how big you are. little cat halsin nestled in your huge shirt <3

pick him up and carry him to bed. he's thrilled.

when you lay together that night he labours over every lovely inch of you, musing in great detail about how wonderful you are, how he enjoys you feeling so large compared to him...

but the next day he is just as happy to have you back to your normal body. no matter how you look, you are perfect.

Karlach

like Halsin, she is so pleased to be the small one for a while.

keeps wanting to compare the size of her hand to yours. they're so big now! amazing!

can't stop giggling when you reach down to kiss her. likes it when you cup her face.

when you have sex, she's thrilled by how small she feels, how you can take control of her a bit physically.

afterwards she just lays there going. "wow. wow. WOW."

lets you know that she wouldn't mind a repeat performance...

Lae'zel

is confused, but you can see her try and hide a smile.

"an interesting development. is this permanent?" "it shouldn't be." "hmm. then we shall explore what it means later."

before you go to bed, she's pleased to have you slightly stronger in order to help her around the camp. you can hold her weapons and stuff for her while she sharpens them lmao

at night you can tell she's thrilled when she dominates you and you're this size. you're both even more exhausted than usual the next day, and she's just smug.

Dammon

you walk into his forge and start knocking stuff over accidentally

probably bang your head too...

he's so surprised and helps you get your bearings, asking what's happened.

you explain you took this elixir and in order to help him more in the forge... but now you're just causing a ruckus.

he smiles sweetly and brings you down for a kiss, reassuring you there's no problem and it was a sweet idea.

probably gets you to sit to the side and keep him company while he works though, he doesn't want you hurting yourself!

and bonus:

Gale

my man loves to be thrown around a bit. prove me wrong.

eyes light up when you walk in.

does a lot of experiments to test your altered strength. you suggest maybe you'd prefer to explore hypotheticals in the bedroom...

you pick him up and carry him, bridal-style, to the bedroom.

pin him against the wall and suck his cock until he's a whimpering mess...

you need a lot of aftercare for him because he becomes easily overstimulated but keeps asking for more. wears his massive love bites with pride the next day <3

[appleblueberry-pie]

Hello, First timer here. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento wherein their darling finds their stalker wall ( a wall filled with their pictures) after being invited into his apartment and proceeds to runaway from him

Great idea. this will be my dessert. And speaking of dessert........

The sun began to disappear on the horizon. It had a calming dark orange color rather than the blinding white light it usually had. Parts of the sky that took off with the sun brought a yellow hue that eventually faded into a dark blue above. The clouds were purple and pink, which gave the impression that this was probably the most beautiful sunset in Japan this year. Yet, Kento wouldn't dare take his eyes off of your face. You were ten times more beautiful than any sunset he's ever laid his eyes on. Everything from your reflective eyes to your beautiful lips was something he could never get off of his mind. He needed you to be his forever.

He managed to persuade you into having a few dates with him. You and him have been work partners for a few years at the same company, and he's "known" you for even longer than that. He knew you didn't really like your job and only stayed for the amazing pay. He also knew that he was your type. Organized. Neat. Kept to himself and never really bothered to talk with others. He intrigued you and you wanted to know more about him. It was less of convincing, and more of you asking him out, if anything. More of a reason for you to stick around. He wasn't complaining.

And so you two were almost halfway through the first date. "Surprise me," you said. So he gave you some sort of dress code that would be nice for the place he'd take you to and he brought you to a (pretty expensive, in your opinion) new restaurant that opened in Tokyo. You had a great time ordering to your hearts content, like he told you to do. And you're surprised that he could even afford a place like this. It made you wonder what kind of pay gap you two had.

You spoke the most out of the both of you, even with shoving all of the food you ate into your mouth. He told you to be careful, of course, but couldn't help but let out little chuckles from your adorable behavior. You told him about your position and what you to at work(which he already knew about), told him about the stray cats you feed every night because they kept begging you so sweetly for more deli cuts from your fridge(he knew that too), and you told him about how much you enjoy his company.

"I don't know." You said, sipping your red wine while maintaining eye contact with him. "It's something really nice about you." You give him a simple smile, your beautiful nails tapping against the polish wooden dinner table. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and tried to fight back the heat that began to reach his face and ears from your sudden complete attention on him.

"You're so sweet and caring.........Very attentive and responsible. I like that in a man." You sat back in your seat, eating smaller bites off of your plate now. "You know, I can't find men like you anymore. Like, a lot of them always seem to have a lot of the qualities I want. Money, great hygiene, great taste in places they take me to, but..." You shook your head. "There's always that one thing that just....doesn't do it for me, you know?" Kento nods, understanding what you meant. He prayed that there wasn't anything you didn't like about him. Because he knows how picky you can get. And he'll play dollhouse with you a million times before you find out about how he managed to be with you in this moment.

"I used to give them a chance. That's what a lot of older women would tell me. Give them a chance, it's just one flaw, nenenene, whatever. But then I see the men that they stay with and it's.......I don't want to insult their taste, but. No. And every time I gave someone a chance, they revealed so many other things that I didn't like about them. The guy before you was just like you. So nice to me, had money, was neat and clean. He was great." You flip your hand around.

Kento internally monologues to himself, 'nice isn't enough'.

"But he was a fucking misogynist. I almost got slapped probably," Kento's eyebrows shoots up. "What?? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shake your head. "Nononono, I was exaggerating, I shouldn't have. Sorry."

"No, it's okay, you don't need to apologize. I just want to make sure nothing bad happened. Who was this guy?" You roll your eyes. "Some CEO at like, um........McDonald's. I'm surprised he wasn't fat with all of the leftovers he always brought back with him." You insult him and scoff. Kento makes a hard mental note to do some deep research on all current and former CEO's of McDonald's establishments. And also to get into your phone's database.

"And him being nice wasn't enough at all." See? "And after all of the 'nice guys' I dated, and all of the weird misogynists-in-hiding i've spoken to, I have a very...very good feeling," You grab his cold hands with your very warm ones, "That you are so much more than every sleaze I gave crumbs to."

"......so I am receiving 'crumbs'?" You smile and let go of his hands. He dearly misses the warmth you provided to him. "The first date is always crumbs. It's just a matter if I believe that you deserve more than just that." You silently watch Kento pay for the bill before packing your stuff. Before you can get out of your seat, Kento almost(fully) rushes out of his to help you back up. You sweetly thank him, putting your jacket on(with his help again) and let out an exhale as you both step outside of the restaurant onto the streets.

It takes a few anxious seconds of silence for Kento to speak up. "Is it alright if we make some dessert at my place? I have all of the ingredients to make an apple pie, I didn't want to waste your time by just sitting on the couch with you. But if you want to call it a night, I can walk you back home and we can discuss our next date on the way back?"

When you turn and smile at him, the setting sun accents your face in every way possible. Kento prays to god that this moment in time isn't a dream. Without realizing, his face relaxes, brown eyes giving you that look as if you were his nonexistent teenage dream that he's meeting for the first time. It feels so natural when you slip your hand into his, intertwining your fingers together.

"No. I realize I want to do this with you. You're special. I hope you realize that by now." Kento can only stay silent while his heart nearly beats out of his chest for the entire way back to his place. You didn't mind the silence, humming and pointing at flowers or birds that caught your attention for a few seconds.

Kento goes over every door he locked and every little thing he hid around his house in case you agreed to be with him at his place. But now that you two were in front of his door, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. So, he calmly opens his front door, lets you in first with a smile, before closing it behind him. He acts as if nothing is suspicious as you both take off your shoes and outside jackets, putting them in their respective places.

Kento excuses himself to open his sliding door in the back for ventilation, only to really check all doors for their locks, peek into certain rooms he purposefully left unlocked. "Hey, Kento?" You called from the kitchen. "Yes? Is there anything you need?" He calls back, making his way to the sliding door. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom?"

"My home is your home. The bathroom is down the hall by the staircase." And it's as he opens the sliding doors that he tenses realizes you'd possibly open one of two doors at the end of the hallway. The one leading into his humongous shrine entirely dedicated to you, or the actual bathroom.

"Y/n, wait." Kento does a 180 turn and power walks back to the front of his home, about to turn left before nearly bumping into you. You pass him with the same speed he had almost, putting on your shoes you left by the door. His heart drops into his stomach when he turns and sees the door to his shrine left wide open. "Y/n-" You had already left out the door by the time he turns back to face you.

Kento thinks back to seven months ago when he first started stalking you. How long it took for him to get his first clear picture of your face in a crowd full of people. How long it took for him to build his body shape into the one you desired. How long it took for him to find a place in Shinjuku to be closer to you. To be in the same work company as you. And, fuck, did it take forever for him to get you to notice him. And now here you are. Running out of his apartment in fear of him. All of the love and desire he poured into you, into your beautiful shrine entirely dedicated to you. He was completely devoted to you. And you're running. How fucking stupid it was for him to believe he could have it easy.

His face forms into one of anger as you step out into the cold once more, as if you forgot every single good fucking thing he had brought onto you. You didn't even realize how close he got until you felt his iron-tight grip clamp onto your shoulder and yank you back into his apartment. You land onto the floor harshly and flinch when he slams the door shut, locking it tight.

You never realized how much bigger and stronger Nanami was compared to you until now. You were just a little mouse and he was like a tiger. "I can't let you go." He says. His heart feels as if it's hanging on a few strings in his chest. His throat begins to close out of stress and sadness. He didn't want to do this to you. He got so so so close....but you tried to ruin everything you two had build together.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. He rubs his face and turns his back to you. "Fuck." You stay silent and still. You couldn't believe what you had gotten yourself into. You couldn't have known that the silent businessman that worked a floor above you was a weirdo creep who would fucking hold you hostage.

"It was my fault. I knew that that door was unlocked. And forgot to lock it. I never wanted you to see that." He turns back to face you now. You're still silent. Nanami desperately wants you to say something. He missed the sound of your voice in his ears. He missed feeling your touch. And knowing it won't ever be genuine like it felt today just made it feel like a huge part of him died inside. The silence killed him.

"........You have to stay here." "No." You immediately respond to that, shaking your head. You scramble to your feet and step up to him. "I'm not your hostage, Nanami." He turns his head in mental pain, hating how you aren't on first-name basis now. "No, you're not. But you won't ever want to be with me again. And the last thing I need is for someone else to find out about it."

"Of fucking course I wouldn't want to be around you anymore. Who knows what other shit you've seen me do. It's so sickening to think I was going to be close to my stalker. Oh, jesus christ." The vile words pour out of your mouth and Nanami's jaw tenses. Nanami looked like a child being told he couldn't see his mother ever again and it just made you more pissed off. You wanted to leave. The door was right there. But his desire to want you....and keep you...kept you from being free.

You step back in thought. What the fuck are you going to do? As if he could read your mind, Nanami looks up at you. He hasn't moved once from his spot. "I will take care of you."

You shake your head and purse your lips. "I wouldn't dare neglect you. You are my angel. You know that. Right?" He takes a step closer. "We can sleep in the same bed once we get there...but until then, I can give you my bedroom."

His dining room and kitchen are big. With the surrounding space, you feel like you could get around him somehow. So you shed the jacket, letting it drop to the floor. "......" He stares at it before looking back up at you. "And then...I will also bathe you, and allow you to use the hygiene products I know you use." You scowl and cross your arms.

"I know you're trying to run." Nanami walks up to you as calmly as possible. But he moved where you moved. Which is how you ended up on the floor straddled when you tried shoving past him. "Please don't make me do this." He begs. You shout profanities at him, which eventually water down to you just sobbing, tears rushing down your face as you gasped for air. "Please, just let me go!" Nanami keeps your hands together with one hand, and wipes your face of your tears with the other. Your face was hot as you tried to avoid his cold touch.

Nanami shakily sighs. He really didn't want to say no to you. But you couldn't just leave. So for the first time ever, he ignored you. He ignored your squeals of fear as he hoists you off of the ground and brings you into the guest bedroom, locking the door from the outside. He ignores the loud bangs on the door as he cleans up the small mess left behind, putting away the prepped ingredients for the apple pie for another time. And he ignores that small selfish feeling of happiness bloom in his chest at his once in a lifetime chance to finally have something go right in his life. No matter how dark and twisted the path was to get to this point.

[greekceltic]

Jacky has a haunted arm. It started as a roleplay thing that I didn't think I would make canon, but I probably will. The situations it creates are fun. Anyway, for our amusement she can use it to touch ghosts so she scared hers. (Art doesn't quite match the writing). You can read the roleplay clip under the read more or on toyhouse.

GreekCeltic-

Junior was where she left him. He glanced at her. Same face. Same bags under his eyes and blushless pallor. What did that bandit say?

  When eyes meet, the soul has made love?

Yeah he was wrong.

Junior turned back around and she wondered how far she could walk before he was compelled to join her. She felt a little bad for not asking, but the feeling had no stay power. His wants and needs took a backseat to hers and she had found a way to make herself okay with that.

He could talk. It was within his power to ask her to put him in someone else’s care any time he wanted. After being left in the woods she could understand why he wouldn't want to be parked on Vlinder's hearth- in the same forest -but there were other people in their group who would travel. All basically good people.

Picking her was self sabotage.

Idiot.

She walked all the way in and shut the door behind her. The wind feathered a few rug ends but didn't bother with him.

  Maybe he's like AI and can't defy me, she wondered. Like bullshit television. She had never made the leap that it could be worse. Jacky felt that she was babysitting and had exactly as much authority as a teenager over a nine year old. In the end, not very much at all. She kept waiting for his tantrum, wanting it because after all that had happened it would make sense, even be healthy, but it never came.

She stumbled back toward the fur mat she had grown to hate since she woke up and stared down at it, too tired to sleep. There was such a thing. Jacky swayed weakly near it and turned away.

She looked at him again and ground her bottom jaw.

  Dummy should be begging to leave.

She hated the way he idled against the wall like a toy soldier waiting for something to do. That was the kind of thing that got ice put down your shorts at sleep overs. The idea of that made her spine prickle in a bad way, but it made her think. Jacky tilted back and lidded her eyes. She reached for one of the support pillars and rested her weight on it, two feet closer to him.   I could do it. She moved her feet, taking care not to scuff them on the floor. She didn't have to worry about the boards creaking. If they didn't notice Vlinder they weren't going to notice her. There were no more pillars between them, but she thought she'd make it. She tried, and on the way thought about how many nights he'd spent right there in a different room. Waiting or staring, as engaged as a coat put away on a hanger. He didn't even breathe loudly because he didn't breathe anymore.   DO something! The last few feet ended with her wobbling behind him, alarmingly silent, but not very steady. She reflexively tried to grab his shirt to pull it back with her good hand, but it went right through. Jacky didn't stop to wonder if he'd noticed that. She stuck her *cold* hand out like a senile old woman with a fork. It went up his shirt and flattened on the part where his back sank in. It worked when she slapped him. No reason to think it wouldn't work now. Themascura--

The target of her ire had no idea.   None.   He was peacefully existing in a corner, appreciating the window. It was nice to have a different view. He liked trees. Not enough to have been okay with just their company for a few millennia, but enough to be okay staring at them for a few days.   It was pretty out there. There were squirrels. And birds! Not many of those in the city. The cats had mostly eaten them all-   Jacky was about to learn a whole lot of things in quick succession. One, she could in fact scare the shit out of a ghost. Two, despite being dead ghosts did in fact have startle responses. Three, when she was touching a ghost with her ghost hand apparently walls became interactable- because he slapped the window/wall with his belly when he jumped and it made a sound.   A beautiful hollow sound, like when you thumped a watermelon.   He left a foggy mark on the window when he hopped back. He was still hopping when he turned around, trying to shake the ice cube out of his shirt. His spine was still flickering when he got all the way turned- visible through his shirt and his front and almost as far as his shoulders. The look he gave her was universal. The sibling glance of- I WAS MINDING MY BUSINESS.   Here you are, starting some shit. He stuck a hand straight out for her face, confident it would go through, but also confident it would mess with her already wonky balance and depth perception. Time for you to take a time out on the floor. You pushed your luck to far today anyway.

GreekCeltic-- His reaction was Christmas. She wasn't sure what to make of his spine. Jacky looked at her hand and wondered if it had cannibalized him somehow. A week ago she had dumped all the extra stuff into Christoph's leg. That had been a surprise. Christoph was alive, there was no way to know it wouldn't do the opposite and suck Junior up like a straw, like it had Virgil's magic.   Oough, there was a mental image she did not enjoy. When she touched Christoph she went with a gut feeling that turned out to be right. Here too she decided to go with a gut feeling-- that it was fine. "Oh excuse me did I interrupt your vacant staring?" Jacky's hand was still up, she dropped it and raised her other one, rubbing her arm furiously like she was trying to warm it up. Cold fire appeared and walked toward her elbow. "Gonna do it again." She spread the fire to her good hand but she never got to try it. He threw his at her face- IN her face -and she spilled in stages. Mostly in slow, wobbly, backwards walking motions that ended up near the bed. She fell against the edge. She had been put to bed. OBNOXIOUS. Jacky leaned into her sprawled arm and chose to be happy he showed some life. She didn't think she could get up without crawling on all fours and that wouldn't be preferable. She was also tired. It was possible she had never been so tired in her life. She crawled over the edge and fell into the divot like a kitten into a laundry basket. She slept all of the night and most of the next day. The only time she got up was to wash. She made a point of it so history wouldn't have to repeat itself. Who knows how many rag baths she got during the week. One was too many. Two would have been life ending. Her hair was close to dry when she went back to sleep. She tried to make it longer, but felt harassed that she was not alone. Dreams had been hard to remember the first week, but they were piling up now. She didn't know if she was remembering things or adding fantasies to what she did. All she knew was she couldn't be her own witness. With each waking she was a little more confused and a little more convinced she shouldn't have gone back for the brooch. It could have waited. At the time the idea of leaving Junior out there to believe no one was coming was too much and it was too much now, but was it worth it?   The elf was back when she got up, laying beside her with his arm folded behind his head.   Him again. Jacky looked at him a minute, but decided she didn't really care. She didn't know why. It should have embarrassed her but it was like sleeping with a big white dog. She got the feeling he thought of her as a cat. She looked across the room and saw Herman on his back against the wall, also asleep. Some kind of spell had fallen over this house. She and Junior were exempt. She grabbed her poncho and went out the front door. The moonlit air was bright and icy. She wasn't wearing her shoes but she didn't expect to go far and wanted the snow to bite her feet a little. It felt good even when it stung. When she got to the gate she put her hand on it and flipped up the latch (too complicated for a dead guy, apparently), but never pushed it forward. It would have been easy, but the idea of the gate held fast. There was a bigger obstacle here than a physical one. I shouldn't, Jacky thought. More like I can't. She'd been thinking about this a lot and the conclusion she came to was damned if I do, damned if I don't.

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A Mystery Easily Solved

I’ve got to say, one of the best things about working on a courier spaceship is the downtime. Sure, some deliveries need constant monitoring, and some days we all need to multitask on other moneymaking ventures to make ends meet. But other times we’re doing fine moneywise, and there’s a nice long span of time until we reach our destination.

Today I was spending that time reading in the crew lounge, lying sideways on the couch so I didn’t fall through the tail gap, with Telly the ship’s cat purring against me.

Originally she was The Human’s Animal, restricted to my quarters, but that didn’t last long. Her adorable nature and pestcatching abilities won over everybody, even those of the crew who had exoskeletons that couldn’t properly appreciate how soft her fur was.

I was stroking that mismatched fur with one hand and holding up my reading tablet with the other when Mur walked quietly through.

(I say walk, though really there should be a different word entirely for movement that involves that many tentacles slapping against the floor.)

Anyways, I didn’t really pay attention. I was busy reading, and the lounge was open to anyone. Apparently the rest of the crew had other things to do, which was really their loss.

I didn’t notice when he walked by the first time, but when he came back, he was moving weirdly slowly. I peered around the tablet.

Is he trying to sneak up on somebody out in the hall? I wondered. He wasn’t looking at me, and the expression on his blue-black squid face was one of frowning concentration. I didn’t interrupt.

He moved into the hall, and did indeed have a conversation with someone there, but it was a hushed one that made me even more curious. I lowered the tablet as Mur came back in the company of Paint.

She also looked serious — a mottled orange lizardy person who was colored like the Painted Sunset she was named for, and who was rarely quiet or still. She seemed to be looking for something.

“What’s up?” I whispered. Telly flicked an ear, but only settled in deeper, still purring in a way that said she wasn’t going to give up her comfy spot any time soon. I kept stroking her while I set the tablet on the end table.

“There’s a mystery sound,” Paint whispered back. “Mur said it sounded like an engine problem.”

“We shouldn’t be able to hear any engines in this room, at least not that loud,” Mur said. “Did somebody leave a bit of machinery under a table?”

He seemed honestly baffled, and I hid a smile as it dawned on me what they might be hearing. “Which direction is it coming from?” I asked. “Is it over here?”

They did some careful listening and moved closer.

Mur climbed up on a chair. “Are you doing it??”

I shook my head, grinning and still petting the cat. “No, but you’re close.”

Paint moved in with her head turned sideways for listening. “Oh!”

“Oh what?” Mur demanded.

I shifted position just enough to disturb Telly, who stopped purring and raised her head with a meow of objection.

Paint laughed. “It’s the cat!”

Mur pressed tentacles against his own face. “I can’t believe I forgot they make engine noises.”

“They do,” I said with immense satisfaction, petting Telly again. “And I believe that serves you right for the tentacle-pop noise I couldn’t figure out awhile ago.”

He sighed like a deflating balloon. “Yeah okay, that’s fair.”

“How does she do that?” Paint asked, joining me in running a hand across Telly’s fur. “Oh, she’s so warm!”

Paint’s people are called Heatseekers for a reason. I told her, “She might sit on your lap if you’re still.”

Paint was of course delighted by this idea. Mur threw several tentacles in the air and declared he was off to do something productive with his time.

“Have fun!” I said. “We’ll be here petting the engine noises.”

He grumbled as he left. Telly made more sleepy meows when she was moved from one spot to another, but with two pairs of hands giving her ear scritches and attention, she settled down again.

Her purrs were loud, and Paint’s grin was full of joy.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

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A Gun Amongst Daggers Summary + Teaser

So my people, you loved my Jake one shot back in February, so hopefully you all will love this multi part just as much! Welcome to A Gun Amongst Daggers, my newest piece that is also Hangman X Fem!Reader. Meet Hangman and Bear, my latest in a long line of Top Gun Maverick OCs but she is just a placeholder for the reader!

So this will get spicy towards the end because I’m a sucker for slow burn (and I am apologizing in advance, I am taking it to the extreme). That being said: ALL BLANK BLOGS OR ONES WITHOUT AN AGE WILL BE BLOCKED. I AM NOT LOOKING TO GET REPORTED BECAUSE YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DIDN’T EXPECT OR SOMETHING THAT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. SO 18+ ONLY. THIS STORY ALSO DEALS WITH SOME SERIOUS SHIT, SO THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

And because I’m nice, here’s a bit of part one below the cut:

It was a miserable day when Jake walked into the Hard Deck. Training had been cancelled due to shit weather and no matter how much of a workout he had had earlier, he was still as twitchy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The weather wasn’t helping either. It had been raining nearly all day, letting up for maybe 20 minutes at a time before it came pouring down again. Climate change was a serious concept, but right now it was fucking with his plans and his job and Jake very much wanted it to stop. Taking a quick glance around, he saw that there were a few patrons in the bar, mostly older men just sitting and drinking in near silence, the jukebox playing some classic rock song just loud enough to be heard. He had promised to meet Coyote here around 5 and seeing as he was early, Jake went ahead to order a drink. “Hey Penny.”

“Hangman,” Penny replied with a smile. “Your usual?”

“Nah, not drinking tonight. Too antsy. Just a water and Javy’s usual, thanks.” The blond glanced around the room as Penny went to grab his drinks and his eyes fell on a woman sitting quietly in the corner of the room, silently watching each and every one in the bar with a clinical gaze. His curiosity got the better of him and Jake grabbed his order before making his way over to the corner table. “That seat taken?” He asked with his usual sly grin on his face.

The woman glanced up at him, eyes flicking over him quickly before quirking a brow. “And what if it was?” she replied coolly, a narrow gaze pinning him to the spot. She took a sip of the drink in front of her, eyes never leaving his face.

“Well I’d like to think that I’d be better company than your imaginary friend here,” Jake said, trying to regain his footing. The woman was intimidating; sharp eyes that seemed to never miss a thing and a face that he recognized as one he made when the weariness hit on occasion.

“Is that painful for you, Flyboy? The thinking?”

Jake was taken aback by her snark. Normally he’d respond, fire an insult of two back, but he kept his mouth shut for once, watching for even just a flicker of emotion on the woman’s face. But there wasn’t any. She just looked bored. So Jake did something that he would almost never do, he walked away, set his drinks down on a table near the door and waved Javy down when his friend walked in.

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“shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” 💢

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warnings: kissing, argument, hurt/comfort, fluff, i’m a corny girl okay, cursing.

today was just, not a good day. one thing after another, things just started to make you feel shitty. you woke up to go get yourself tea or coffee, when you started the car you realized you stupidly forgot to fill up the gas yesterday. when you got home, your dumbass cat scratched up your blanket. after you decided to lay down on the couch, you tripped over your shoelaces and hit the corner of your table. after that, you stayed in your bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

he was always so considerate of you, always trying to make you laugh, or make you feel loved. he was the guy to give you little massages when you felt an ounce of stress, praise you for doing something simple as making the bed, being absolute husband material. once you heard the door rattling, all of those bad thoughts completely left. you decided to stay in bed trying to stop smiling as much as you were. you felt a little pathetic as you were composing yourself even though you saw your boyfriend 7 hours prior, butterflies could’ve rattled out of you if they tried.

alex came into the room, he barely mentioned a little, “hi” as he walked into the room immediately sitting at his desk. you were taken a bit back but thought “ok no big deal, he probably just is busy.. like always.”you get up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. surprisingly he takes my arms placing them back into your lap, squeezing your elbow before letting go. “not right now babe.” he looks over to me motioning to the computer, “kind of busy.” at that moment the confusion settled as hurt. you felt like you were being dramatic, but you just wanted to be cuddly after a shitty day.

“uhm sorry..is something wrong?”

he looks over at me a little annoyed, still trying too seem like himself. “babe. i need to get this done for the server okay? thank you.” he sternly scolded turning back to his computer. “alex cmon, a few minuets can’t hurt..” he rolls his eyes getting agitated. “okay i already said it really nicely. i don’t want your company right now. okay?” you felt all the butterflies turn into little streaks of lighting. you attempted to say something with nothing coming out. you slammed the door as you went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water keeping yourself from not reacting. speaking quietly to yourself,”stop being dramatic, stop being dramatic, stop being dra-“ your thoughts stopped as alex walked in.

he subtly walks in with his arms slightly crossed, and then releases them. “cmon, what the fuck was that?” you sigh turning around, all of that stress turning into a little bit of anger. “i have had a terrible day alright? and i simply just wanted a LITTLE sweet moment with my boyfriend.” he sighs nodding, he will always hear you out even when annoyed. “i understand that okay? but baby i really need to get my work done, and you just..”

you manage to finally express how your feeling. “what? i’m annoying is that what your saying?” he holds the bridge of his nose, his eyes sealed shut. “don’t do that. we both know i didn’t do anything wrong.“ you pant out quietly out of exasperation. “maybe in your perspective. but i’m just telling you what you said really did hurt me and i-“ he finally has enough slamming his hand down onto the counter. “OH MY GOD COULD YOU JJST FUCKING STOP?!”

my mouth clenched when suddenly your loving boyfriend yelled at you. you looked down feeling tears go into your face, mouth quivering as you tried to not let the frown appear on your face, you felt so fucking bad. alex didn’t realize you were upset, as he kept talking. “i mean babe, cmon, i simply was just trying to say that this is s-“ a little cry came out of your mouth before he could finish. that little sound turned into soft whimpers and hiccups, as you wiped your face.

quackity sighed and thought to himself, “shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” he goes over to you, putting his arms around your back rubbing it slightly. he puts his head on top yours, kissing your head, as you rock back and forth lightly. he mumbles quietly,” i’m, i’m sorry love… i wasn’t fucking thinking and i just- i was an idiot just then…” you sniffle trying to calm down, as your completely embarrassed. he lightly glides his hands around your waist, having you sit on the couch with him. “cmon… let’s go sweet girl, cmon..”

he sits you on the couch, tugging you into his side like your a little koala. you wrap his arms around him, as he plays with your hair, putting strands of hair behind your ears. he looks at you with a sympathetic look, saying quietly. “tell me all about it. the reason why was your day so horrible ” you close your eyes trying to conceal your stuff, once you actually open your mouth, rambles start actually bursting out.

“w-well i hit my leg accidentally really hard, the cat scratched my favorite blanket, i forgot to put gas in the fucking car, and i didn’t eat today and i just want food.” you say as words went absolutely everywhere, you were feeling like absolute shit. he listens to every word at the end of your long sentence, he kisses your forehead.”it’s gonna be okay.” i nod knowing he was right, he places me in his lap hugging me. slowly rocking me as he kisses me gently. i slowly let myself fall asleep in the crook of his neck, mentally exhausted.

you wake up the next day, stretching your brittle back as you lazily get up. you look over to the bed trying to find your phone, to your surprise, you see something else. dark red gorgeous roses, with a white lacey ribbion tying them all together. right next to it is a cute panda stuffy, it was holding a heart with the message “i’m sorry :(“ on it, cheesy motherfucker. you laugh softly to yourself, confused on when he did this for you. continuing searching for your phone, it’s like your child lets be honest. you feel someone gently lifting you up, a yelp leaving your mouth. you turn around, your boyfriend having a annoying smirk on his face. you gently smack his shoulder, where he takes your arms kissing you as he leans you down 1950s romcom style. “idiot.” you mumble to him smiling. he nods and laughs,”sooo.. what do you think of the little, surprise hm? what do iii get??” he teasingly

“a girlfriend who isn’t pissed off at you?” he rolls his eyes, nodding a little bit. he hugs you again, picking you up bridal style. “put me down!” you yell through all of your laughing. he spins you around throwing you onto the couch. he lays down to the side of you, his lips attacking your neck, probably going to leave marks that he’s going to be proud of. you lean your head to the side, smiling softly as combing his hair back, “your forgiven,” he almost giggles against your neck, “i know.”

im baackkkk! ok guys i’m so sorry i literally STUPIDLY COULDNT LOG IN TO THIS ACCOUNT. but hey i’m back now 😍i’m excited to write again and pleaseee send requests. love you guys sm!

[lulureadsandwrites]

Hi! 👋 Is there anything you don't write or something you enjoy writing about the most? If you're alright with that, could you write something about jd and a reader who loves animals and is always feeding stray cats and dogs? Maybe has exotic pets as well? Id love for it to be something with a masc reader or gender neutral. HC, oneshot, whatever you feel like

"This Again?" J.D. x GN!Reader

summary; see asked ^ notes; GUYS IK I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING AND I'M TRYING TO WORK BACKWARDS WITH REQUESTS, PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SO IT WILL HELP ME GET MORE OUT. ALSO FIRST ONESHOT PLEASE BE NICE!! warnings; intended lowercase, swearing, j.d.'s shit™️ word count; 999 words

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second person pov;

it was a slow saturday and you had decided to pay your boyfriend, j.d. a little visit. you had been with him for a little over 5 months and you loved him to pieces. albeit, he was a little frustrating at times, especially with nagging. no matter, you two were hopelessly in love, high school sweethearts who were still in high school.

on your way to his house, however, you heard a grey tabby kitten meowing from across the road. it looked to be hungry and very skinny. you could tell it hadn't had food in days.

'poor thing..' you thought, while simultaneously crossing the street to take care of it. when you went to go up to the small animal, it back away frightened. with a small frown you pulled out a few cat treat's from your side bag that would have gone to your cat, but let's be honest, he was spoiled enough.

you crouched down to the kittens level and held your hand out for it to inspect. the kitten curiously walked towards your hand and sniffed it. it flinched and then went back to sniffing it. after about 45 seconds of the kitten making sure you weren't gonna hurt it, it hesitantly ate the treats out of your hand. you smiled softly at it and went along with your journey to your boyfriend's house.

after a few minutes you noticed the cat was following behind you, seemingly wanting more out of you. you sigh and you melted at the cute animal, how could you not want to keep such a cute thing? you carefully picked it up, inspecting it for fleas and tics. it meowed a few times and you laughed every time it did. sometimes you would meow back at it, it was a habit honestly. once finding out it was parasite free, and finding out that it was a girl. you cradled her in your arms.

"i think i'm gonna name you millie." you smiled down at your new companion, occasionally petting her soft fur. for a stray with no collar and looked starved, she was oddly well-kept. millie softly purred at the new-found affection and stayed snuggled in your arms.

the walk to your boyfriend's house went by relatively quickly with millie to keep you company. every so often, you coo about how she was going to love all your other animals at home.

once arriving to the beautiful house, you knocked at the door. after not receiving an answer you groaned and tried again. eventually, your boyfriend did answer the door and looked at you, and then your arms.

"what's that?" he asked snidely. you just rolled your eyes and let yourself in, since you were used to his bullshit.

"what happened to hello and how are you?" you replied sarcastically. he sighed and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, you followed suit.

your arms were going a little numb from carrying your little girl. he smiled at you looking down at the new cat and gave her a few pets. he was always gentle with animals. he kissed your forehead and carried the glasses of water to the living room with you.

"hello, darling. it's nice to see you."

"that's more like it." you nodded and sat at his couch. you placed millie in your lap and she comfortably curled up and closed her eyes, taking a nap on your lap.

j.d. sat down next to you, your legs touching and guided your head to rest on his shoulder. you smiled and closed your eyes while subconsciously petting millie.

"it's like you pluck every animal off the street and take them to live with you." he chuckles, making you open your eyes. you sighed once more, knowing he was somewhat right. that wouldn't stop you from protesting.

"you're just mad you don't find little guys like this on the street." you whispered, for you were a little tired. he saw this and patted your cheek, making your head jolt up. he laughed at you, not in a teasing way, he just thought you were cute.

"it's cute, i'll admit that much. is it a girl or boy?" he gave the kitten another little pet before his hand trailed down to your thigh. you clicked your tongue and laughed softly, you moved his hand back into his own lap. as much as you enjoyed the affection, now was not the time to be hot and heavy.

"she's a girl. i named her millie." you smiled down at her, she looked so peaceful as she slept in your lap. j.d. laughed at your softness with the animal.

"no, i know you aren't laughing. you love every single animal i take in!" you whisper-yell as to not wake the cat.

"i know, i know, i'm just teasing darling... hey, isn't millie the name you were gonna name that rat?" he simpered at you reusing the name. you feigned shock and betrayal but sigh with a small chuckle.

"yeah, but i just feel like bathtub was a better name." you sighed, knowing j.d.'s going to make another snide comment.

"no, you need to throw that fucker into a bathtub because i swear to god..." he trailed off. you playfully smacked him on the arm and he let's out a small 'ow.'

"rat's are actually very clean animals, plus i know you love him." you correct him. he mimicked you and you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

"don't be like that."

"i don't like that rat, it bites at my shoes." he complained with a exaggerated sad tone

"oh your poor shoes, he only does that because you kicked him."

"by accident!" he exclaimed. you laughed and the mix of the two loud sounds wakes millie up. she meows at the two of you. both your eyes were now directed at her. you and jason both looked back at each other and laughed. maybe you were an outward animal lover, but deep down, you knew j.d. was one too.

after another meow, you meow back at her.

"what? are you a cat too now?" j.d. grins and pulls you closer with a hand on your waist. you gave a small chuckle and shake your head.

"it's habit, my love." you respond. he nods in understanding and kisses your temple, watching you play with millie's paws.

he admired you playing with your new friend and eventually got up to get the new addition to the family a bowl of water.

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GUYS IDK HOW I LIKE THIS.

[kazvha]

Hii. I hope you're having a nice new year so far. Can I request a muse x reader? like the guy in the frame from elected who's an apprentice and welcomes jiwoo to frame? And could the reader be a friend of jiwoo's who was also invited to the frame?

Summary: Meeting Muse at the Frame's hq

Notes: Hi, I also hope that you had a great year so far!💐 I can't believe it's already March... & I think I like Muse, I kinda got carried away🥴

• So, Jiwoo was invited to the Frame because he was Kayden's apprentice and they wanted to apologize for what happened at the academy

• The group invited you as well for similar reasons. You had shown a marvelous performance at the incident when you fought at Jiwoo's side. And it may also be that they heard the rumors of you being Kartein's student.

• In the airplane that brought you to the group's location a suspicious individual who presented himself as Alpha greeted you two. He treated you respectfully and answered all your questions, but you were still wary of him and his sneaky smile

• As you two expected, the welcome wasn't warm when you two arrived at the headquarters. But Alpha still helped you two around. Even when Earthquake threatened Jiwoo and you, he came and intervened before things escalated completely

• When you found out that Alpha was Madam Suffrey's apprentice and he took his mask off, you nearly choked on your own spit because of how pretty he looked??? He also finally told you his real name

• You guessed Muse noticed you staring, but he said nothing and only gave you a confident smirk

• After that incident with Earthquake, you found yourself more comfortable around Muse. You noticed how he still belittled you and Jiwoo, but you were already used to people underestimating your powers, so you didn't say anything

• The next day Muse knocked on your door and offered to escort you to the cafeteria for breakfast. Jiwoo was training and the cats ran off to who knows where, so you were on your own with him

• Muse kept you company during breakfast. The first minutes were awfully awkward till he decided to break the ice with some questions about yourself and your life. "So how is life as an awakener in Korea?" Although you were a bit reluctant to answer everything in detail, you still answered truthfully.

• Thankfully, he dropped his mysterious act. He also answered the questions you had about him and opened up to you. "Haha, interesting question! My master can be a bit cold at first, but I promise that she's not that bad of a person!"

• The longer your conversation went on, the more you realized that maybe not everyone in the Frame was a horrible person. Just like the world isn't black and white, it must be the same case with the organization

• Muse continued to stay at your side during Jiwoo's fights since the cats were still gone and he didn't want you to be alone

• You burst out laughing and teased him about his dumbfounded face when he saw Jiwoo's power. Muse looked away and smiled bashfully as you continued bragging about your friend's strength.

• He found himself wondering if you were also that strong and immediately straightened himself up. "Now don't tell me you're also stronger than I thought..."

• You just shrugged your shoulders and cheekily replied "Who knows?"

• He soon found out that he miscalculated your abilities as well when he saw that Jiwoo already recovered only a day after he fought Duke

• Again, you just grinned innocently at his astonished expression (Alright- it might be that your grin turned into a shit-eating one lol)

• Muse didn't mind you teasing him, he found your behavior quite refreshing and your smile was also quite cute...

• Later that day you found yourself strolling around the headquarters with Muse at your side. He apologized for his wrong presumptions and you two resumed your conversation where you left off at the cafeteria

• Eventually, you dropped the formalities and Muse plucked up the courage to give you his phone number. He couldn't risk losing a potential new friend, or maybe a relationship that could blossom into more?

• "Look, I really enjoy talking to you, our discussions are always fun and interesting. So, I thought that maybe, if you want, we could continue talking over the phone? No pressure though!"

• It was his first time asking someone for something like this and the longer you stared at him wordlessly, the more the blush on his cheeks intensified. After contemplating about his offer for a few more seconds you finally accepted it and ended his short dilemma

• Muse felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't wait to get to know you better!

[skyeslittlecorner]

Eyes on me | Bael

Welcome back, I'm alive, yay! And I even brought something to say hello. Hope you'll like it~

Actually, I wrote it five times, but that's enough, I'm done, I'm posting what I have. Otherwise, I'll write this for another twenty. You don't even know how hard I tried not to throw angst here, just a sweet little date.

Words: ~1300

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

“Go to the city, it'll be fun,” they said.

“Relax, you'll definitely have fun,” they said.

“I know a nice place where you can go, I'll show you…”

So what if they had good intentions, when now you wanted to strangle all of them - especially Beelzebub.

"It's his favorite club." He told you with that mysterious twinkle in his eye. "I'll show you around so you don't get lost later, what do you say?"

Bullshit.

You knew that when you went out with Bael, it wouldn't be easy. He's a noble. Almost a king. Everyone was looking at you on the street. Did it bother you? Not necessarily. He acted like a true gentleman, even more than you expected.

At least the observers didn't bother you as long as they remained observers. Unfortunately, they quickly progressed to flirting. The more your date passed, the more attention everyone paid. Especially on him. Casino? The devils gave up on games when they saw they were making him happy. A restaurant with maids? You've never seen so many breasts exposed at once. A cat cafe? Even the animals started fawning over him.

You were getting more and more fed up.

“So what else did you have planned for us?” He was clearly curious as you entered the last club on your list; the one that Beel pointed out as Bael's favorite spot in all Avisos. By now you have already become: a - irritated because someone kept coming up and trying to flirt with your Bael; b - drunk because when the succubi keep your boyfriend company, your company was alcohol; c - tired because in the end the admirers were so annoying that you took out the Bael from every place you entered.

The only thing that comforted you was that he was clearly tired of all the attention, too. But you didn't want to give up yet. You promised him an unforgettable night, and you had one last place where you could finally have some peace. A hotel room and a warm bed were waiting. But if you put him to bed right away, what kind of date would it be?

You already knew the last place quite well. Neon lights, smoke spreading on the ground, dancers on platforms dancing by the poles. This is where the Christmas miracle happened... and that's when Bael was surprised that you didn't know such places. That's why you decided to take him out and show him that you know where to have fun. You slowly regretted it. Seeing your mood decline, he stroked your hand as you sat in a reserved longue.

“We should finally have peace here.”

“If not, I will tear off the horns of anyone who looks our way.”

He lifted the corner of his mouth.

“I would like to see that. Maybe even feel like provoking you…”

“Including yours”

“I don’t have anything you can tear off.”

Squeezing his crotch was enough as a response, but instead of a threat, he took it as a promise as you felt him harden under your fingers.

You wanted to be reasonable. This time you didn't even take alcohol, just a soda. And you regretted this decision as soon as the beautiful waitress placed the tray in your longue.

All these devils were getting on your nerves more and more. You already regretted ordering a soda and needed a drink. No, vodka. Vodka would be better. The only alcohol was Bael's, but he was busy trying to get rid of the sexy waitress. You grabbed his glass and drank a large gulp. Searing heat spreads across your mouth, throat, stomach. For a moment, your nose felt on fire. The alcohol from Avisos was really strong.

What surprised you more was a thing under the glass. A packet of white powder lay innocently among snacks and glasses. You picked it up with two fingers, feeling like it wasn't sugar.

“Hey, wait…”

Bael turned to you, but the waitress took his chin between her two fingers. You had a better plan to get his attention and take revenge on the nosy succubi.

He pushed her hand away and turned to you the moment you settled better on the couch; half lying on the comfortable pillows with a lazy smile, resting your leg on the counter, both legs spread wide open. You opened the package and tilted it towards yourself. 

If he had looked irritated by the waitress before, he had completely forgotten about her now. With eyes glued to your body, he nearly stopped breathing. 

“Enough.” You poured the powder onto your chest in a thin stream. “Eyes on me. Only on me.”

“If anyone interrupts us...” He didn't take his eyes off you even for a second. “I will kill them.”

The succubus huffed and gave you a disgruntled look, closing the curtains of the osier and disappearing.

Bael sank to his knees. He positioned himself between your legs like an obedient dog. Both you and the alcohol in your blood were delighted with his reaction.

“Now you have to earn me.” You took the crown from his hair and threw it to the side, then tangled your hands in the blonde locks. “Now I'm so angry, you know?”

"I see." He placed one of your thighs over his shoulder and left a trail of kisses from your knee to the fabric of your shorts. "I will do anything to please you…"

"Hope so."

Tugging his hairs harder made him moan. A beautiful, deep sound. The warmth that began to spread over you wasn't alcohol this time. You looked at the package in your hands. Maybe that would also enhance the experience?

“Don't take this, it'll kill you."

If you were more sober, you might even be scared. But now? You scooped tails from the packet onto your finger and put it in his mouth.

“Then you better lick it off me good.”

A long tongue wrapped around your finger. Rough and damp. Full lips began to suck as Bael’s hands traveled up your thighs, under your shorts, right to your ass. This time you were the one whose lips escaped a moan. Bael smirked. You wanted to wipe it off his face. You inserted a second finger, but quickly realized that he should be sucking on something else, so you reached out and pulled him towards you by his hair. 

“I hope you are ready for more.” He stood up, pulled your neckline down, and with a long stroke of his tongue, he licked off the white powder that sweat stuck to your body. “This isn’t even an appetizer.”

If he was hungry, you were starving. You pulled him into your mouth and took your time, swallowing those hot, tired lips.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

What started in a club lounge ended in a hotel bed. He slept deeply. Breathed slowly. The clawed chest rose and fell, and you could stare at his muscles for hours. The paintings you left on his body looked so beautiful; he was yours and yours alone, not any waitresses or other succubi. Without clothes, without a crown, with loose hair, he looked nothing like his usual self. Or maybe otherwise? Being his real self and not a clone. 

You moved, but in his sleep, he pulled you closer, buried his face in your hair, took a deep breath. You giggled. Apparently even in his sleep he thought you smelled great. In the warmth of his arms, close to his body, you began to let both the adrenaline and the alcohol wear off. You hugged him, kissing one last time. 

Maybe this evening wasn't such a failure after all.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

lmaooo kenny watching you sleep is so creepy (might also be the type of person to randomly trace your nose to see if you'll wake up???)

i can imagine being in a relationship with kenny being like dealing with an unpredictable hot potato of an angry cat who can bite you at any given moment (but, like, the risks of getting scratched and bitten until you bleed outweigh petting a cute cat...)

also, i feel like kenny would just know random details about you?? like your ring size. or your shoe size. or, if you have period, when it starts. and ends. or that you used to have a fringe in seventh grade. or that your grandma likes to bake victoria sponge cake.

or like, casually remembering something small, and being, five years down the line, like, "Do you remember you told me on X day of the X week at X hour XYZ?"

and you're like ????

and sometimes, when kenny would be weirdly nice like getting you a blanket or really leaning into domesticity, you would like watch him like O.O what's next...?

would casually spring up things on you. "Let's get married." "Do you think I should test this out on a human?" "I am leaving for five days, don't contact me." "Should we freak your mother and father out by saying that I'm centuries old?" "You remind me of someone I knew in the sixteenth century. They were... interesting." "I got you a wedding dress, put it on. If you don't, there'll be consequences." "I don't think I'll kill you... I think."

high-key very unhinged... but at least you're kept on your toes all the time? right?

ANON . YOU GET IT.

he’s so fucking Weird . 100% stares at you sleeping and traces the bridge of your nose … smiles a little when that makes your face scrunch up a bit. he’s just fascinated by you i think!! by the fondness you make him feel. he’s like oh :) emotion :)….

AND YES. HE LITERALLY IS JUST A CAT. when it comes to dating kenny i feel like you sort of have to adjust to his whims….. he can definitely be silly and affectionate (in a mildly condescending way) but then he can also be very Cold. and come off as apathetic. he’s like a stray cat who waltzed into your home one day and let you pet and feed it…. sleeps in your bed and purrs when you scratch behind its ears but won’t hesitate to hiss if you do something he doesn’t like. random bouts of affection but only ever at his whim, y’know? like. he’s Your Cat but he also isn’t. he doesn’t always come home and it’s clear he has a life outside of you. but he likes your company enough to let you come closer than anyone else has been and that means a lot on its own!!! he’s just…. your mildly creepy cat. who watches you sleep with his big creepy eyes and protects you from the shadows.

BUT OK enough abt kenyaku (<- his Cat name)….. ANON I LOVE YOU. i agree!! on all points!!!! him knowing random little things about you….. randomly recalling certain things…. i feel like his memory is a little jumbled. kenjaku is the type to forget your bday but like … he’ll remember your thoughts on Every Single Character in the show you’ve been binging. or the exact tone of voice you had when you spoke to him for the first time. his love definitely shows in the little things… he might not tell you that he Loves You outright and i don’t think he’d care about making your relationship official in any way, but if you mention liking a brand of soda you’ll find one waiting for you in the fridge the next day. he’s cute. i’ve said this before a while ago but i also think kenny would take you on random trips a lot…. just to spend time with you!! but he doesn’t Tell You where you’re going so you just have to listen to him say ”we’re almost there ^_^” like 50 times. lmao.

ALSO BEFORE I FORGET . the period thing. you’re a genius anon. he just randomly sniffs you and then goes ”you’re on your period aren’t you” and you’re like ??? wtf is wrong with you ?????? (he was Right btw) LIKE HE’S SO STRANGE. you don’t need a period tracker because he’ll just casually let you know you’ll be getting your period tomorrow. and that it’ll probably be a little worse than usual. and he’s Always right so you just have to nod.. silently…. trying not to give him side eye……… for the record i think he also takes care of you well during your Time of The Month. tries to be a little more tender because he knows you’re sensitive and doesn’t really want to deal with you crying (he doesn’t like seeing you in distress but that’s a secret)….. makes sure you’re taking ibuprofen. makes sure you get some fresh air. lets you sleep on his lap like a puppy while he reads. places one of his big warm hands on your lower stomach. he’s a little more indulgent i think.

but ok period comfort ASIDE . the random bouts of affection/domesticity….. you Get it anon. i think he’s actually fairly physically affectionate but it’s never something He initiates. he just expects you to know when it’s okay to cling to him and not. so if he pulls you into his lap or covers you in a blanket or whatever you kind of melt a bit…. i DO think he’s a frequent hair-ruffler though. and a serial booper. he’ll mess up your hair and boop your nose and you just have to Deal with it. get booped idiot. (it’s how he shows affection :3)

"Let's get married." "Do you think I should test this out on a human?" "I am leaving for five days, don't contact me." "Should we freak your mother and father out by saying that I'm centuries old?" "You remind me of someone I knew in the sixteenth century. They were... interesting." "I got you a wedding dress, put it on. If you don't, there'll be consequences." "I don't think I'll kill you... I think."

AND FINALLY. THIS. i went insane btw. all of these r so real and true anon …. he’s just kind of silly and weird and tiptoes that line between hot and cold. but he Cares for you in his own weird way.

and!!! i don’t think he would ever kill you!!!!! i do think he’d say that last line but only to see your reaction lmao. compared to other jjk villains kenny is never shown killing anyone on a pure whim, obviously he doesn’t Mind doing it but it’s not something i see him doing casually yk?? especially not to someone whose company he genuinely enjoys…. maybe if he thinks he’s getting Too attached to you? :0 idk but!! i feel like kenny keeps you around for as long as he possibly can if he cares for you. spending time with you is important to him. even if he randomly disappears now and then. (if he genuinely Loves you i think there’s a good chance he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and bring you with him LMAO)

BUT YES. i’m OBSESSED with him. thank you soso much for feeding my kenny thoughts anon <333 the kenny talks i’ve been having lately r Really tempting me to finish some kenny fics T_T….. soon.

[padawansuggest]

Ok, so I was supposed to draw one small fanart, but I got carried away and created an au ^^''

Jedi cats Au

(Disaster lineage edition)

Yoda: Small green cat with tufts of white fur on his tail tip and across his spine. He loves being cuddled by the younglings as he tells them stories(basically their therapy, grandfather cat) and going on occasional trips to Dagobah for meditation (at least, that's his excuse). What he really does there is hunting frogs(he claims they're good for his bones) and camping out in the swamp(the whole trip traumatizing Dooku in the process).

Dooku: Huge white cat with brittle yellow eyes and spiked-up fur. He doesn't change much in his cat form, but when he does, he spends most of his time sunning himself on the council chairs(you can't blame him, cats can't resist such a good sunning spot), skulks around the temple corridors looking elegant and graceful, and steals sith holocrons out of nowhere so he could 'study' them(they were later confiscated and thrown out of the temple when Qui found out). He never lets anybody pet him except for Sifo, Jocasta, Qui, and sometimes Yoda(his adoptive father figure), or Obi-wan(his grandson whom he's secretly proud of)

Qui-Gon: Greyish brown cat with long silky fur and leaf-green eyes. He mostly hangs out on the temple's huge tree or goes on trips to Lothal to have tea with Loth-cats and wolves. (The Loth-cats kind of worship him as their 'god', and the wolves invite him and his apprentice for night strolls and 'singing to the moon' meetings)

He also randomly adopts kittens(padawans; in this case, Obi-wan, Anakin, and recently Ahsoka)

Obi-wan: Small auburn cat with darker splotches and grey-blue eyes. He's smaller than his apprentice but twice the sassiness. Cody loves to cuddle him and stroke his soft fur for hours while talking about how his day went(Obi doesn't mind^^). As a kitten, he constantly kept Qui company while he studied at night(at least that's what he says when Qui complains about his student/son being annoyingly cute and knocking over his mug of tea on purpose every five minutes).

Anakin: Brown tabby emo with sky-blue eyes. He hates sand, is very chaotic in many ways, and has a talent for annoying Obi(he actually passes down his 'abilities' to Ahsoka, who becomes more like her master). He also holds a record of being the most troublesome padawan in existence.

Despite all this, Padme finds him adorable (he often sneaks out of the temple in his cat form to meet his gf), but Obi-wan and Ahsoka know better(sure, he's nice and charming, yet can also be pretty stupid and reckless).

Ahsoka: Sleek, lithe, orange cat with white tail and blue stripes. Her Lekku still exists in her cat form as well as her facial markings(the Lekku are used to communicate with other cats or Jedi, and also play an important part in balancing their bodies while they leap agily or pelt across obstacles at high speed). 

Toruguti cats have very short, smooth fur on their bodies(the pelts are mostly an orangish hue, with blue stripes appearing on the back of their flanks as they get older), but their tails are often white, bushy and flecked with blue stripes.

She's one of the 501'th's favorites because she often hangs out with Rex and the clones(sharing stories, playing games... etc)(the clones especially love placing random things on her head until she moves). As her species are carnivores, she has an instinct for hunting small animals(sometimes leaving her half-dead prey on Anakin's desk like the cheeky adorable prankster she is).

I might upload some headcanons and designs btw

Have a nice day ^^

😭 NOT OBI CUB LOOKIN LIKE A LIL LIPN CUB PLZZZZZZ😭

Lil baby man who looks like an infant permanently no wonder he wants a beard so bad in human form.

Soka’s Lekku is so cute and I love how pissy Ani is. They’re all precious to me. Swamp kitty Yoda is so perfect.