#the glasses the voice the attitude the balls i mean what

[saetoshis]

WIND BREAKER IS PEAK

[mintmatcha]

-ownership

cw: cisfem reader. it's smut, but a little sad if you squint, but still smut. piv sex, biting, bruising. Just a lil drabble i reworked lol.

He smells like someone else's soap, a bleak reminder that, even when he's under you, Togame Jo is never truly yours.

His glasses are tossed aside on to the floor, open and face down, so there is nothing to obstruct his heavy lidded gaze and it's deep, green grasp. His sweatshirt is pushed up just enough for you to get a glimpse of where his happy trail ends and his pants are still around one leg, planted on the floor. The other leg is tucked up on the couch behind you, pressed against your ass to keep you in place. You're just far enough above him that he can't quite sink his cock in, instead just clumsily fisting it through your petals, through the mixture of your wetness and his precum.

"Come on now," he says. "Don't make me beg."

But he is begging. His body betrays his nonchalant attitude. His free hand digs into the flesh of your thigh, his downward turned lips part with a want laden breath. You swear there's even the hint of a wrinkle between his brows, the ghost of agony-

"Come on-" Togame's hands both travel up, tracing over your lower back is short, desperate movements. They settle on the small of your waist, squeezing in tiny, rough bursts. "Babe."

You shake your head and he groans, slamming his head back into the arm of the couch. The still wet tendrils of his hair are starting to curl around the base of his neck. His desperation fuels you. You curve your spin and cup your tits, putting on as pretty a show as you can muster, just for him.

"Maybe I want you to beg for it."

"Fuckin', god, come'ere."

You expect him to pull you down, to force you to sit on to his cock, but instead, he jerks you forward. The surprise knocks you on to your hands, and he scoops forward, catching your lips against his. The kiss is deep, breathless, and feral, teeth bumping against your bottom lip as he dips in for more. The hot press of tongue against yours steals your resistance; you fumble below you, fingers closing around his cock as you guide it inside you.

He open-mouth moans into the kiss when the resistance gives and he sinks inside. Togame reflexively bucks up into you, deep enough that you squeal from the sensation.

"That's it." He falls back, still gripping your waist. He uses the connection to guide how you move; he likes a little bounce, just enough that your tits jiggle, not enough that his cock falls out. His eyes flicker between your chest and face, always looking down his hooked nose with a soft, smarmy satisfaction. "That's my fuckin' girl."

The strain on 'my' makes your chest ache-- and your pussy clench around him.

"Yeah, you like being my girl." Togame says, relaxed despite how his cock twitches. "My girl, my pretty fuckin' thing, dripping down my balls, take what you need-"

The grey of his sweatshirt is damped with sweat: yours and his. You ride until your thighs quiver from the effort, until your core is molten and tight with want and the squeeze of his palms somehow burns hotter-

"Slow down, lemme enjoy this." Jo grits out, even though he's the one who's been urging you faster and faster. "Wanna enjoy my baby all night."

You lean back against his thigh again and catch your breath. "Do you say sweet things to all of your girls?"

The humor drains from Jo's face.

"Oi." He sits up too, pressing on to his elbows. He's quick to snatch your chin in his grasp. "The fuck does that mean?"

Those green, green eyes find yours.

"Hurts my feelings, yeah?" He tilts his head to the side when you look away. "When I say my baby, I mean it. My baby. Just one."

His voice is soft enough that you believe him.

But when he dips in to kiss you again, he still smells like someone else's shampoo. You try to focus on anything else: how he ruts up into you lazily, how his breath still tastes of oranges from earlier, how he hums a happy little note when you kiss back.

You want him. Sexually. Obsessively. Solely. You pull away from him and drag your lips down to his neck. His adam's apple bobs against your cheek as you suck a hickey into the side of his neck.

"Aw, shit." Jo's back arches up at the pain and you only suck harder, adding the hint of teeth along with it. "Haaa, okaaay-"

When you inspect your work, the skin is mottled and red, broken capillaries are blossoming: proof that you're been there. The muscles below are tensed as he sucks in jagged breath after jagged breath. Your teeth ache to sink in again, so you do, leaning into the other side of his neck greedily.

"Yeah, do it again. Make it fuckin' trashy." His voice is is low and airy. "Mark me up good, own me."

When you hollow your cheeks, he whines high, arms crossing around your back to hold you tight.

"Yeah, that's my fuckin' girl."

[kelppsstuff]

How prideful can one man be?

Warnings: angst

Masterlist

One word to explain Lucifer Morning star is pride. Fitting as he is the sin of pride. The man is king of hell, stole both of the first woman to exist, has an amazing daughter.

When you first arrived in hell you thought that the king couldn’t even keep his kingdom intact, but after seven years you’ve come to realize that he just didn’t care.

Seven years ago his ex wife Lilith hired you to basically take care of him. Help with his work, make sure he eats, and all that jazz. At first you were excited to work under the “big boss”, but he flat out rude to you. No matter what you did no matter how hard you try it was never enough. He always thought himself better than you. You’ve grown to just expect it. When you would ask how did you sleep; you’d expect a cold fine.

He would spend his days making rubber ducks while you would do his paperwork for him, you would do everything for him! And not once a thank you.

—

You stared to pick up the rubber duckies around Lucifer’s work shop, while he continued to make more. “I’ll need you to get the reports on the extermination.” You hummed in understanding continuing to work on your task. “I’ll also need you to get Charlie a interview with Adam.” Another hum of acknowledgment. “Oh and yes, you’ll need to skin the children I hunted today.” You dropped the bag and took a step back. Stepping on a rubber duckies you lost your balance and took down a vase of flowers with you. “Just kidding.” Lucifer turned to look at you and then the broken glass vase.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too.” You were nervous, he didn’t like you. Now you’ve broken his vase.

“Well it’s just a vase.” He looked down at and for the first time he was interested. His eyes were curious as they watched you try and clean it up quickly.

“I’ll get this picked up soon as possible sir.” You started to grabbed the large glass shards but before you could reach for another red mist surrounded the vase and suddenly it was fix. Looked brand new as it not rested back on the shelf. You swallowed and stood up, dusting away any dirt on your pants. “Shall I get you supper?” He turned back around to his desk and spoke, “No need.”

—

After getting all of your work done you popped your neck looked to the covers up windows. For seven years all the windows had curtains that were always shut. But surely he wouldn’t noticed if you took your down in your room. You grabbed a step ladder and started to attempt at taking down the curtain.

When your door opened you thought nothing of it. Though when you heard his voice you panicked. “What in hell are you doing?” His voice startled you but you had been caught my as well admit it. “Taking down these bloody curtains, I’m tired of them. I’ve grown pale.” You tugged again but it didn’t budge. “God, did you nail them down?”

Lucifer looked up at you. “God has nothing to do with it and yes I did.” You rolled your eyes and gave it another hard tug. The curtain came down and you with it. Before you could hit the ground Lucifer had caught you.

You opened your eyes when you felt the air stop. You looked at his face and for the first time since you met his nasty attitude he looked breathtaking.

As you looked at him Lucifer panicked and dropped you. For a moment he thought you were pretty, and he wasn’t going to start going down that path.

You groaned and stood up. “I’m sorry I’ll have it back up.”

“It’s fine, it’s your room.” He started to walk back out but you called out to him. “Sir? Did you come in here for something?” He stood at the door. He didn’t have an answer. “Just heard you causing a ruckus.” And then you didn’t see him for the rest of that day. Oddly enough.

—

The annual seven sins ball. Lovely time. Overlords and royals were invited and offered a plus one.

You dressed up every year. You went to talk business while Lucifer did the pleasure of entertaining the guest. This year was no different you thought to your self as you looked in the mirror. You wore a long maroon dress. It was pinched to your waist, showing your body off. The dress had a slit along with spaghetti straps. You hair was curled up into a bun and your dangling earrings gave you a more alluring look. 

You walked down the stairs and saw Lucifer at the bottom talking to prince Stolas who looked to bring an imp with him. They looked well together.

Lucifer felt his heart stop and you made your way down the stairs. His chest felt tight and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. You absolutely stunning. You shined like the moon shines over the night waters. “Hello prince Stolas. My king.” She did a bow and his eyes landed straight to her chest. She had to of been made by gods vision. “And I don’t believe I’ve met you.” She mentioned to the imp who was named Blitzo. Her voice gave him life again and his heart beater again, though this time faster than it should have. “Blitzo the o is silent.” She nodded her head she shook his hand. “(Name).”

‘God I know it’s been awhile but help me’ Lucifer thought to himself.

—

You the party ended. You were helping the staff clean up and when you were done you went to check on the king. His suit jacked was off, as was his hat. “I’ve come to see if there was anything you needed.” He looked divine. But (Name) wouldn’t act on it. She couldn’t she wouldn’t.

He crossed the room to her and they were chest to chest. (Name) felt her breathing shortening. She looked to his lips. Bad idea. She licked her own and looked back into his eyes. She grown fond over him. More than she could ever known. She waiting for the second to see him and dreaded the second he would leave. He had consumed her every thought for the past few months and wanted to act on it.

You were taller than him, not by much but by enough. He grabbed your hand and you couldn’t resist leaning down. Your lips brushed against each other and you took that final step. He didn’t pull away, no he did the opposite. He kissed back.

It didn’t last long. He suddenly pulled away with much force. “What the hell did we just do.” Your heart beater fast but it wasn’t good. No his reaction wasn’t good. But he kissed you back. “We kissed.”

“No. No. No. That was a mistake.” He was closing himself up again, (name) could see it. “No please don’t shut me out. Just let me in.”

He shook his head fast and took steps back from her. “No. No I can’t”

“Why?! Why can’t you just let me in. Let me love you?” She could feel tears form in her eyes.

“Because no one! No one! Could ever! Ever! Love me!” She felt her heart shatter for him and for her. “Go back to your room.”

“Please don’t leave.” He grabbed her arm and pushed her out and slammed the door. And (name) let the tears fall as she walked back to her room.

—

The next morning she was awoken with a suit case dropped on her bed. She looked up at Lucifer with confusion in her eyes. She slowly got up and looked around her room. It seemed everything was packed. But would she hear him? Magic. Of course he used magic.

“It’s time to go.” She looked to Lucifer and he started out her opened window. “No. Your being a coward and your pushing me away.”

“I don’t need you anymore. Time to leave.”

(Name) grabbed the suit case and was about to exit the room but she stopped and walked in front of him. Forcing him to look at her.

“You kissed me back. You’ve let me in over these past few months. And now your kicking me out?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone and even if I did, there’s others who are better suited for a man like me.”

She felt like crying but she didn’t. Not in front of him.

“Just how prideful can one man be? You push those who care away and that’s why you have a cold heart and an empty home.”

Then she left. She left him standing there. His heart begging to do back to her. But he wouldn’t get hurt a third time.

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Hiiiiii! Soooo if anyone has noticed this is inspired from rumple and belle from ouat!! And if you’d like a part 2 lmk! :)

With love kelp 💛

[toonztown]

Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 2

It has been about 3 days since you've moved into the mansion, your 'fiancé' is constantly busy with work so to your delight you hardly see him. You still couldn't believe it just a few days ago you were a normal high schooler, average grades but now your staying in a house you couldn't afford in your lifetime to be married off to a member of the mafia.

You sat up in bed, you spend most of your days in your room, sleeping the day a away, hoping that this is all just a bad dream; only to find yourself disappointed every time you wake up.

just before you were about to go back to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door. "excuse me mr capone has requested you come down for breakfast at once." the voice on the other side said. you made an audible groan and you make your way out of bed, the last thing you wanted was food much less breakfast with Mr. capone. You knew denying would be a- foolish decision, he could kill you in a heart beat. You open the closet and are stunned by the amount of expensive clothing, not a single one of them looked worn, could it be? he bought them for you? You felt your heart warm ever so slightly at the thought, you shook your head. You pick out something that you liked and changed into it, not bothering to fix your hair, maybe if he finds you unappealing to the eyes he'll let you go? its a small chance but it gave you hope. now here you were, seated at a large table full of various foods you've never tried before and across from you was the man who brought you to this hell, Mr capone. Maybe this is a good time to question him when the time was right? you picked up your glass of wine, you didn't take a sip just stare at it then back at him. You gather the courage to finally ask him "so why me." you asked, your cold gaze fixed on him. your question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, he tilted his head in confusion with a sly grin. "i have no idea what you mean dearest." he replied, downing a glass of wine, his voice had a hint of playfulness, he was totally taunting you.

now he was playing dumb? who does he think he is. You clench your fist into a ball before slamming it down on the table "dont act dumb! why did you chose me! why did you bring me here instead of just killing me! why do you want to marry me?!" through all your questioning and ranting he just stared at you silently, tapping his fingers on the table. He was going annoyed, maybe going on a rampage was not a good idea. once your anger died down you were filled with deep regret- ohh why did you do something so stupid, you sat back down. You grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it, if your going to die, might as well die intoxicated. Mr capone got up from his seat across the table and made his way over to you.

your cheek was met with a harsh slap that would have your face stinging for a while, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back forcing your eyes to meet. Oh he was pissed.

"let us get one thing straight you little bitch. Firstly i didn't 'chose you' your father just didn't have the ability to have more attractive offspring, second if i wanted to kill you i would have."

his grip on your hair tightened. He then slammed your head onto the table, you could feel blood drip down your nose from the impact, you struggle to get away but this only made him do it again but harder.

" Finally, marriage is the ultimate way to have claim over you. this isn't some dumb little fairy tale where i 'fall in love with the innocent damsel.' your my slave, im the master. If you EVER, have that attitude with me again, i will send you home to your old man in a fucking body bag you worthless whore."

His words and the buzzing pain in your head made it hard to do anything but nod, he threw you to the floor and gave you a beating that you would never forget. you dont remember what happened next or how you got to bed. When you woke up, you found that your wounds were treated and a bouquet of expensive looking flowers on your bed accompanied by a note. you did not have to open it to know who it was from, i guess this was Mr capone's twisted way of apologizing after injuring you to the point of you having to passing out.

inside the note was the basic im sorry, please forgive me, i do it cause i love you and how he promises to never lay a hand on your ever again, you scoff at the thought, that was a obvious lie, did he think you were that stupid?

you crumpled the note and toss it across the room not caring where it landed, your head still hurt from how hard he grabbed your hair. If he was willing to beat you that badly for just questioning him, you fear what he will do if you try to escape. you lay back down in bed, silently cursing your dad and his stupid gambling addiction, if it wasn't for him you would be in school right now, even the worst of your bullies were better than being stuck with him. you turned and faced the wall, holding your now bruise ridden body. Pulling the covers over your eyes you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being back home with your parents, even your dad. ignoring the fact that you were to be wed, in just 5 days.

[the-broken-truth]

Shattered Fragments [1] - [Papa Crewel] [Big Brother Sam] [Enma Yuuken/Male Yuu]

Summary: After an accident at Night Raven Campus, the Prefect of Ramshackle, Enma Yuuken, is left severely injured and in a coma. Crewel and Sam decide to take matters into their own hands and protect Yuuken from danger. When Yuuken wakes up, he has lost his memory, and Crewel and Sam make a vow to help him regain it, but with a few modifications.

An Accident.

Those were the words Crowley used to describe what happened when Crewel arrived at the scene after hearing what happened when he stopped some First-Year Students running through the hall of Night Raven College; they seemed panicked and Crewel asked them what had happened. The words they spoke caused Crewel's blood to run cold and his eyes to widen before he bolted out of his classroom with fear grasping his heart like a rodent in the claws of a lion.

What were the words that caused him such panic and fear?

"Prefect Yuuken fell out of the window and hit his head on the ground; he's not moving!"

Crewel arrived at the scene and looked around to gather information. The second-floor window was shattered, with glass shards scattered all over the courtyard ground. A large pool of fresh blood stained the ground, indicating that the body of the Ramshackle Prefect had been taken to the infirmary. All the First-Years were present and asking questions among each other to figure out what had happened. The Dorm Wardens and Vice Dorm Wardens were questioning the First-Years who were present at the time of the accident, but they were not satisfied with the information they were getting. Surprisingly, Headmaster Crowley was there and speaking with the Dorm Wardens of Savanaclaw and Diasomnia, Leona Kingscholar and Malleus Draconia.

"Crowley!" Crewel barked as he marched over to the Headmaster, getting his attention and the attention of the two Dorm Wardens. "What happened here?! What happened to the Prefect?!"

"Calm down, Crewel. It was just an accident." Crowley tried to speak to Crewel in a calming voice but that only set Crewel off even more; he was sick of Crowley's Nonchalant Attitude when it came to the safety and well-being of Prefect Yuuken, but this was the worst injury Yuuken sustained since arriving at Night Raven College; that boy possessed not a single ounce of magic within him but Crowley was constantly throwing him at every single problem that arose to act as a shield for Night Raven.

"Crowley, I am not in the mood for your nonchalant attitude! I want you to tell me what the hell happened to the Prefect, now!" Crewel roared at Crowley, making the Headmaster take a step back; never before had Crowley seen this much anger from Crewel. It was rather scary.

That was when Deuce Spade of Heartslabyul walked over to Crewel, gaining the Potion Teacher's attention as the blue-haired boy looked at Leona and Malleus with a glare before looking at Crewel.

"Professor Crewel, I saw everything that happened." Deuce pointed at Leona and Malleus while keeping eye contact with Crewel, "Those two pushed Yuuken out of the window."

"What do you mean they pushed him out of the window? What happened?" Crewel asked with his teeth locked like snarling fangs.

"Yuuken, Ace, and I were leaving class when Leona and Malleus started arguing. Yuuken tried to intervene and calm things down, but the argument kept escalating. Yuuken tried to push them apart, but they pushed him away with too much force, causing him to crash through the window. They didn't even stop arguing until Yuuken hit the ground, which scared Kalim and Jamil. I looked out the window and saw that Yuuken had passed out and was bleeding from his head. Jack took Yuuken to the Infirmary a little while ago." Deuce explained.

Crewel looked pissed.

His fists were balled and he was shaking with rage. He glared at Crowley, Leona, and Malleus as the Dorm Warden of Diasomnia walked over to the Potion Teacher.

"Professor Crewel, I wish to sincerely for angering you and..." Malleus was silenced by Crewel's Hand in his face.

"Don't. Another. Word." Crewel growled as he turned on his heel and started marching away from the group and started down the path toward the building's infirmary; the menacing aura around him caused the students to part away from the warpath the Professor was on.

[Moments Later - The Infirmary: Yuuken's Section]

"I managed to stop the bleeding and stitch the wound, but upon proper examination, there is a high probability that Prefect Yuuken will suffer from traumatic brain injury and could experience memory loss to a certain degree; whether it is minor or major will not be known until he wakes up. Currently, he is in a comatose state but he is stable." The Nurse explained as he read from Yuuken's Medical Chart.

Crewel stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at the unconscious Prefect of Ramshackle with sadness swimming in his silver eyes, eyes shining with unshed tears as he looked at the body of the 16-year-old boy he considered to be his son.

Enma Yuuken was an incredibly responsible first-year student. He was always taking notes in class and recording sessions with the permission of the teachers to ensure he didn't miss anything important. His work was consistently exceptional, and his potions were always professionally made. It's not surprising, considering that Yuuken and Crewel would have private lessons to learn more about ingredients or new potions. Despite not being from Twisted Wonderland, Yuuken was preparing himself for the possibility of not returning home and was ensuring that he was adequately prepared to have a career in Twisted Wonderland.

Crewel's fondest memory wasn't during class or private lessons; it was on Father's Day. Crewel was chatting with Mozus Trein, the history teacher, while Trein held his black and white cat. Trein was telling Crewel about the gifts his daughters had given him when Yuuken appeared with a box in hand. Yuuken presented it to Crewel, who was confused and asked what it was for. Yuuken explained that it was his Father's Day gift to Crewel, surprising both Crewel and Trein. Even Lucius, the cat, seemed surprised. The box contained six strawberry cheesecake muffins, which Yuuken had baked himself. Yuuken had promised to let Crewel try some of his desserts after a study lesson, and this was his way of saying thank you for being a parental figure to him. Yuuken wished both men a happy Father's Day, bowed his head, and left.

Trein looked at Crewel's expression before chuckling, "If he wasn't so attached to you, I would have made him my son; but I can settle for being the Grandfather.".

Crewel was pulled from his thoughts when the door burst open and Crewel along with the Nurse turned to look in the direction of the door, coming face to face with a panicked Sam and Grim, who was in Sam's arms.

Sam was The proprietor of Mr. S's Mystery Shop, a school store on campus. Yuuken was one of Sam's Best Customers and one of Sa's Best Friends; they were so close that Sam would often call Yuuken his 'Little Brother'. Yuuken would often go to the shop, not only to purchase goods and food, but he would also spend time with Sam or just help him with the shop when he was free and wasn't swarmed with responsibilities from Crowley or schoolwork. Sam cared for Yuuken and would often give him discounts or give him free stuff that he wasn't going to use.

"How is he?!" Sam panicked as he walked into the room, sweat dripping from his face and his pupils jumping in pools of magenta he called his eyes. Sam walked over to the bed and stared down at Yuuken's still body as Grim jumped out of his arms and landed on the bed before getting close to Yuuken's face, snuggling under his chin, and laying his body down with tears flowing from his sapphire blue eyes.

"He's is stable, but there is a high possibility that Yuuken will suffer from some kind of brain damage; he could lose his memory but we aren't sure how much his memory will be affected." The Nurse said before looking back at the group, dismissing himself and walking towards the door, but he was stopped when Crewel called out to him.

"Do not allow anyone else into this room; none of the students, not even the Headmaster. My Pup needs his rest." Crewel called out, The Nurse nodded, took his leave, and stood outside of the door.

"'Your Pup'?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

Crewel exhaled and placed a gentle hand on Yuuken's forehead, his gloved fingertips running along the bandages wrapped around Yuuken's head.

"I know I've called my students 'puppies' because I saw them as little pups with no guidance in the world, but I've never had a pup of my own; none of them felt like my own. Until I met Yuuken. He was the only one I felt like I wanted to protect, to guide and give him a better chance in this world; even if he ended up leaving me in the end. He was the only one who sat and listened to me, who gifted me with a gift on Father's Day because he saw me as his parental figure. This is my pup. My son. That will never change." Crewel said.

"I understand... Yuuken is more than a customer to me; he's more like the little brother I never had. I know I have my shadows to keep me company...but there is something about him that makes me happy to see him. To see him like this... Darn... I'm trying to keep calm." Sam said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Ngh..."

Crewel and Sam looked over at Yuuken's face to see his black eyes open and looking around, as if trying to understand where he was before he looked at Crewel and Sam with a weak gaze.

"Pup. Keep still. You hit your head rather hard." Crewel said.

"Pup?" Yuuken asked in a weak voice before blinking slowly, "Is... Is that my name?"

"Your Name?" Sam asked before he and Crewel looked at each other before looking at Yuuken, "No, your name is not Pup, that's just a nickname. Your name is Yuuken, Enma Yuuken."

"Where am I?" Yuuken asked in a weak voice.

"You're in the Infirmary Wing at Night Raven College." Crewel answered.

"And... Who are you two? You both look...familiar." Yuuken questioned as if trying to recall who these people were before him.

Crewel and Sam looked at each other again as if they were having a silent conversation; they held their gaze for a few seconds before turning back to Yuuken with tender smiles on their faces. Crewel placed a tender hand on Yuuken's forehead while Sam grabbed Yuuken's hand tenderly.

"I am Divus Crewel, Night Raven's Potion Teacher. I am your teacher, but I am also your Father." Crewel spoke in a low voice.

"F...Father?" Yuuken asked.

"Yes, Pup. I am your Father." Crewel nodded.

"And I am Sam, owner of Mr. S's Mystery Shop, and I'm your Big Brother." Sam smiled at Yuuken.

"Brother?" Yuuken asked before looking at Crewel, "Father? Father and Brother... Here for me?"

"Yes, Pup. We are here to make you feel better." Crewel smiled.

"And we are going to make sure no one ever hurts you gain, Little Brother; we're gonna protect you." Sam said.

Yuuken looked between the two of them and smiled weakly.

His Father and His Brother.

They were there for him.

They were going to make him feel better.

They were going to protect him.

[END]

[neetily]

↳ EVENT 37. Sam (Sleepy/Good Morning Sex & Coffee Shop AU)

— ✧ warnings: coffee shop AU, Creampie, Workplace Setting — ✧ word count: 1,645 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

The relationship shared between a diligent barista and their regular customer is a special one, isn't it? The safely secured daily meeting, rise and shine to a new day full of you, greeting him with wide smiles and assured orders that he's learnt to heart by now; he's been seeing you long enough, right? As if you always show up for him. Your usual, you come to say, and he immediately knows what you mean. Working hands already moving on their own accord towards the ingredients, a set in stone routine he's come to enjoy since your arrival in the quaint little coffee shop.

He'd only picked up the job by chance, too. A change of pace or something, but seeing you saunter into the store every morning to greet the day with him without fail always has him cheesing, heart aflutter with— oh? A little crush? Surely these things go the other way, no? The trope being that the customer is in love with the barista, or maybe he's been consuming too many romcoms as of late. Imagining instead of the trained actors, it's you and him. He's allowed a little indulgence every now and then, right?

Well, maybe the opposite is true, too. The way you blush before his playful flirting, always hiding behind the faux professional facade of the work relationship that binds him, because it's easier that way, right? Dipping his toes into conversation with you, experiencing just a small slice of your daily life with the bright attitude he so often adopts to keep you coming back for more, and then abruptly leaving. Just like that: "Order number one!" Always number one, first in line; at least when he's serving, anyway.

And then, usually, you're gone. And it's nice like that, isn't it? To have such a regular ritual, your name ingrained in his brain, prepared to assist you eagerly in your morning seeking of energy. And in return, he gets a tummy full of butterflies and a reason to wake up tomorrow morning too.

But, you've shown up far earlier than usual for your coffee today. Only allowing him time to turn the lights on in the store and start preparing for the busy day ahead of him before your face popped up behind the glass windows, seeking his attention. And he'd intended on shooing you away, company policy begging him to act accordingly in the face of your unbridled enthusiasm to see him today, but there's just something about you— how easily you managed to worm your way inside the warm shop once he'd unlocked the door for you, his voice gentle and soft in his faux scolding of your barging in; he's not actually upset. In fact, quite the opposite. Allowing you special privileges simply because he's harbouring a painfully obvious crush on you, standing behind the counter as you edge the outskirts of it curiously. "Your usual?" He'd asked you. And to his surprise, you hummed a plain. "No, something new."

Turns out, your something new might be his new favourite.

Balls deep in your squishy little cunt, greedy hole just gushing around his fat cock with every pent up needy thrust he fucks into you in the cramped utility closet— he's been daydreaming about fucking you like this for a while now. Happy to have his fantasies confirmed, casually fucking into you as if he was your lover, hasn't he known you for long enough by now to be considered as such? "How— Fuck, so fuckin' tight—" He moans, all hushed despite the fact that it's only you and him in the store right now; co-workers won't be far behind at this rate. "How is it?" He smiles against your neck, nose buried behind your ear to let you hear exactly how happy he is to service you this good morning. Do you like your new order? Can I get you anything else? Your leg trembling in his tense hold, knee slung over his inner elbow as his own bend into his thrusts, grabby hands groping at your ass in an effort to keep you stable as his balls slap back against you from how desperately he delivers on your new order, wants to fuck you so well in hopes of having you order this from him again. A new usual, full of gasps and groans and fuck, your tight little cunt sucking his cock off perfectly.

You don't need to make sense in your response for him to understand what you're saying. Perks of serving you every morning, he muses to himself. Babbling moans behind your makeshift hand gag, muffled whines and furrowed brows encouraging him to continue, to keep driving his tip against that sensitive spot that makes you fucking squeak for him, a disgusting display of indulgence from how hard and fast he fucks into you; like a filthy virgin. Eager and reckless with it, a moaning mess himself from how dizzy he gets, struggling to keep up with his eager to please humps in and out of your squelchy hole, leaving himself more than a little breathless before you.

And his thighs burn too; it's far too early in the morning to be exerting such strenuous amounts of activity, but he's just so fervent. Keen to keep you coming back, to retain his favourite regular customer and her pretty pussy, precum turning your insides all sloppy and wet to help ease the glide of his rock hard cock in and out. Just throbbing with want to prove himself to you, his voice coming out all choked and strained from how much your hole has to stretch to fit his ardent fucks. "So good, fuck, jus' like that, yeah?" He's not even fully aware of what he's saying, trying only to turn you on enough to keep you squeezing his cock like that. Acting on pure impulse, and his instinctive need to praise you. Can't focus on how much he's exhausting himself before the long shift ahead of him when he's so fucking deep inside your tight little cunt, determined to fuck you good enough to keep you coming back over and over again. Daily morning fucks to help wake him up, to give you the energy you so clearly desire. God, he knew you were his favourite customer for a reason.

Body flushed and skin sweat soaked, he continues pumping his fat cock into you despite being short on time. Too lost in the way your soft insides massage and beg for his protruding length, how your cunt swallows his cock whole and still asks for more, twitching around him so nicely when he starts to press sloppy circles against your wet clit, whining loud in response for how much it throbs under his touch. It's silly how fast his orgasm grows, creeping up on him with every bullying thrust of his cock inside of you, every little gasp and mewl his drooling tip fucks outta ya.

And shit, he doesn't even fucking know if anyone else has entered the store or not by now, not even done preparing for the day before being coaxed into your warm wetness like a bitch in heat. A mere dog when presented with your pretty pussy, convincing himself that he's just putting the customer first, right? Helping you reach your high with harsh swipes of his thumb, fucking begging for you to cream his cock from how messy his thrusts grow, simply stuttering into you in an attempt to hold back so that you can cum first. So that he can fulfil his role as your server, and see to your needs before his own.

"C'mon, let me make you feel good—" He whines, right down your ear all pretty and high pitched, shivering into you with haphazard thrusts, your cunt easily edging him until finally, you tip over and he's graced by the feeling of your walls squeezing around him more, convulsing around his cock in a way that leaves him light-headed and addicted, much like you are to his morning coffee. A few fucks later into your impossible tight cunt and he's giving you your morning cream too, pumping you full of sticky cum, fat load filling you up as your walls milk him empty—getting your moneys worth—effortlessly knocking the wind out of him from the sheer amount of pleasure washing over him. It's almost unfair to be feeling so good, he thinks to himself.

Only stopping thrusts when he realises just how tired his legs are, gently helping you down as he's sure there's an ache in your legs too, having to stand in such an awkward position just for him to fuck you all better. But it was worth it, no? The dumb smile you wear when fixing your outfit out again tells him as such, prompting him to mimic the expression with his own lopsided grin at how sticky and tacky he feels too. He'll have to clean up before preparing the shop, but for now, he tucks his cock back into his boxers before zipping his pants back up.

He's done this all in the wrong order, but as he stares down at you with utmost affection, he can't help but to find you so cute at such an early hour. Settled on asking you out on a date once he's back on the shop floor, feeling a little bashful too in spite of the cum surely dripping down your thighs, he wants to ease the tension first. "Good morning, ma'am." He lovingly strokes your hair, boyish laughter soon following at the way you clear your throat in assumed embarrassment. It's okay, he gets it. "So, how about your usual now?"

"Please, if you wouldn't mind."

And how could he? After all, you've just accepted his load; coffee is the least he could do for you.

[scottpilgrim-kgl]

>> CHAPTER 1 . DAILY LIFE . PART 2

Word Count: 2,589

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Scott was quick to decide that going to investigate the vending machine in the basement was a good idea… see what kind of stuff is in said vending machine. There could be a chance that whatever he gets from it could help get him and the others out of here, right?? He knows that Gideon just said that the prizes had no importance to them… but he could be lying, Scott convinced himself. Puffing his chest confidently, he spun on his heel and made his way into the basement, trailing behind in Wallace’s former footsteps when he descended into the bar. But Scott had no intention of following Wallace into the bar, unless what he got from the vending machine was something worth showing him.

The ginger was quick to find the vending machine, for it was right next to the staircase, and walked over to stand in front of it. He stared at the coin for a beat, before locating the coin slot in the machine and sliding it in, and spinning the knob that got it to start working. Through the slot at the bottom, came out a fist–sized sphere case. When he shook it, multiple things rattled around inside. Scott’s brows stitch together skeptically, hesitantly opening the case. His brows lifted once he noticed what was inside…

“Candy?” He muttered to himself. They were small balls of sour candy wrapped in plastic wrappers.

“Scotty!! Hi!!!” Another voice suddenly sounded from inside one of the rooms. The tawny–haired male jumped a little in surprise, and glanced over to where the voice was coming from. Of course, it came from the bar. From an already drunk—again— Wallace Wells, no less, as he excitedly waved over to his roommate. Scott’s eyes flicker off to the side for a moment, before landing back onto Wallace. “Come here!! Hangout with me for a few minutes!!” He continued to coax him over.

“We—we were just together.” Despite his complaints, the shorter of the two walked into the bar, closing the case in his hands. “We were just hanging out!”

“And?” Wallace arched a brow, crossing one leg over the other. Scott’s eyes absentmindedly followed his legs as they shifted, before moving back up into the other’s umber eyes. “I’m not allowed to… hangout with my friend?”

“... Right.” Scott took a seat next to the jet–haired male at the bar. “No, I mean, you are. I Just thought you wanted to have someone else’s company for a change.”

“Yeah, I do, but you’re here—conveniently—so I guess I’ll settle.” He shrugged, pressing the glass of alcohol in his hand to his lips. The other scowled at that statement, leaning up against the bar counter. “Did you find out what that coin you found is good for?” Wallace asked, ignoring the other’s change in attitude.

“Oh—yeah. Gideon said that it's good for that vending machine outside.” Scott vaguely gestured outside of the bar. “It gives you prizes or… something.” His eyes then moved to the item in his hands.

“Fun… fun…” Wallace nodded, taking another sip of his beverage. “So what prize did you get?”

Scott grinned sheepishly, opening the case. “Just some candy… but I don’t really like sour stuff, and I know that you do, so you can have it if you want.” He extends his arm, offering the candy to his roommate.

Wallace blinked, staring down at the sour candies with a dizzy, intoxicated gaze. “Sure, I mean, I’ll take ‘em. I probably shouldn’t… y’know, have them while I’m drunk though. So I’ll eat them later!” He grabbed out the sour balls of candy from the case and put them into his dress pocket. “Thaaank youuuu Scottyyyy…” Wallace cooed, his inability to keep his balance causing him to lean forward a little too much, and almost completely fall onto Scott.

“WOAH—” The tawny–haired male caught the raven–haired male before he was able to completely fall off of the stool, and pushed him back upright. “Careful, don’t fall…”

Wallace giggles, regaining his balance on the stool. “I won’t! I promise… won’t fall.” He shifted his hips, before downing the rest of the drink in his glass, and setting the now empty cup back onto the counter.

“Sure… I feel like I’m just here to babysit you.” Scott sighs, propping his elbows up onto the counter and digging his cheeks into the palms of his hands.

“HAH! If anything, I constantly feel like I’m babysitting you. So this is just… karma! Payback… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“You were right the first time, karma.” Scott answers, words muffled from his squished cheeks.

“Well, don’t be so down about it, guy. If you want to leave that bad, then you can. I just thought that you’d want to hangout with your best friend…” Wallace dramatically pouted.

“I do!! I do want to hangout with you!! I just… I didn’t want to just stay in one spot, y’know? I’m still…—”

“Worried that Gideon was serious about everything he said, yeah… yeah…” The slender one of the two swiveled on the chair and stepped off. “How about we go up and check out our rooms? Maybe we can meet up with a couple of the others too?”

The ginger gave his roommate a gentle nod. Wallace was sure good at… avoiding problems. But it was oddly a good thing in this situation, they had no idea if Scott’s theories were true yet, there was no actual proof, besides the dome, but even then, Gideon could just push a button, let the dome sink back into the dirt, and reveal to everyone that he was just kidding. Scott wished that that were the case, he didn’t want to believe that this was all real. His thoughts were so conflicted. It was overwhelming. So Wallace’s avoiding tactic would actually come in handy at the moment.

“Do you need help walking? Or…”

“No, Scott, I don’t need help walking. I know how to walk, and… perceive.” Wallace let out a disappointed heave. As the two of them leave, the jet–haired man almost runs into the door frame, but dodges it at the very last second. “See? Gay guys have cat–like reflexes.”

“Well, I’m bi, so I must have… half… cat–like reflexes?” Scott asked his friend, head cocking to the side like a dog.

“... You have the clumsiness of a straight person.” The other informed, casually. At hearing this information, Scott pouted, and the rest of the way up to the second floor was silent.

Upon emerging from the staircase onto the second floor of the mansion, Wallace and Scott were quick to notice Stephen, who was just leaving his own room. “Stephen! Hey!” The shortest one waved enthusiastically to the brunette.

“Oh—hey.” Stephen dug one hand into his pocket as the other hand was occupied by closing the door, then let his other one into his other pocket. “What are you guys up to?”

“The same as you, I’m sure.” Wallace replied.

“Checking out our rooms… is that what you were doing?” The tawny—haired male asked, his eyes casting towards the door of Stephen’s bedroom. A shiny golden plaque rested above the door frame up on the wall. It read ‘Stephen Stills’. How did—… This whole thing was weird.

His eyes flickered over to the door next to it. A similar plaque was above it, reading out ‘Neil Nordegraf’. Eyes widening, they moved across the hall. ‘Natalie Adams’… ‘Todd Ingram’… ‘Wallace P. Weldon’… ‘Scott W. Pilgrim’… Scott grimaced a little. Why did they have to go with government enlisted names? No—more importantly—all of the rooms had plaques??

He should have guessed, since the twins’ rooms had plaques too… but the dots didn’t connect there, he supposed.

“Hey—Scott! Are you even listening?” Wallace’s voice suddenly flooded Scott’s ears, his attention whipping around and directing towards his roommate. “You ask Stephen a question and just immediately look away, and not… listen. Whatsoever.” He teased.

“Oh—sorry, I noticed the plaques above the doors…” He sheepishly admitted.

“Ah, yeah, those.” Piped up the brunette, hazel eyes briefly glancing over towards them, then back at the duo in front of him. “Everyone’s room has ‘em. Full names too.”

“Yeesh,” Wallace exclaimed at the sight of a certain plaque. “Envy’s gonna be all sunshine and rainbows seeing hers…”

“Oh, and everyone’s room is different—mostly. Similar layouts… just different decorations and wallpaper and—…stuff…” Stephen added on, voice trailing off at the end of his sentence. “So even without the plaques that stick out like a sore thumb, you can pretty much tell who’s room is who’s.”

“Cool.” Wallace responded, bluntly.

“C’mon, let’s check out ours!” Scott chirped, absentmindedly grabbing Wallace’s hand and dragging him down the hallway. The slender raven–haired male sent the tall brunette off with a quick wave. Once they were in front of Scott’s room, they stopped. The ginger grabbed the doorknob, turned it… and was left dumbfounded when nothing happened. “Huh? Do we need some sort of key?” He blinked in confusion.

“Maybe it needs a keycard.” His best friend commented. “Maybe…—” He paused, before suddenly reaching into Scott’s pocket without warning.

“Hey!” The tawny–haired man exclaimed in surprise, watching Wallace fish the handbook out of his pocket and hold it close to the doorknob. Shortly after, a quiet clicking sound could be heard. Assuming that the door was unlocked now, Wallace gave the tablet back to its rightful owner and turned the knob and opened the door. Entering the room, Scott grumbled. “You could have just… told me that it might have been the handbook.”

The two of them spent their time investigating their bedrooms—Scott’s decorated with warm colors—mostly oranges—with lots of replicas of all of his geeky knicknacks from home—and Wallace’s being decorated with cool blues, neutral browns and beiges, much like his own home. However, before either of them could realize—it had already turned 6:30 PM, the time they were supposed to meet in the dining room for dinner. Scott was scared to go, of course, but Wallace wasn’t going to pass up free food… so Scott wasn’t either, he supposed.

“The food might be poisoned! Or… the drinks!” The shorter of the two exclaimed as they made their way back down the staircase onto the first floor. “Do you know how easy it is to lace a drink with poison? Especially a colored one—and with food—”

“Well could you be even louder about it?? You might give people ideas.” The jet–haired man joked.

“Fuck—you’re right!! Sorry.” Scott squawked. Wallace rolled his eyes as the two of them turned to enter the dining room. Mostly everyone was already there, sitting at the table. There were metal name tags in front of each chair. Scott’ glancing from each name tag to the person sitting in that chair—there was assigned seating? Conveniently, two out of the three spots that were left open were right next to each other. The ginger made his way over to read those name tags. Typical, he and Wallace were right next to each other. Then who was missing…?

However, the last person who was missing finally showed up, taking his seat in the middle of the table. “Sorry I’m late. I got distracted in the computer room.” Neil took his seat and awkwardly glanced down. He had a smaller gaming device in his hand, and he was clearly too concentrated on beating a level. Those must have been supplied in the computer room… Scott wondered what other kinds of consoles were in there. .

“It's okay, man, we had to wait for Wallace and Scott to show up too.” Stephen, who was sitting next to Neil, chimed in.

“The difference is that you were just playing a game, Wallace and Scott were late because they were probably making out or something.” Piped up Roxie, crossing her arms and directing her glaring gaze towards the lagging duo. The tawny–haired man’s face lit up with a warm shade of red, eyes widening in surprise and embarrassment.

“What?? No—Roxie—we weren’t making out.” He shook his head, locks flailing around with his movements.

“The fact that you’re so nervously denying it is just going to make them doubt you more.” Wallace commented.

“So… were you??” Knives leaned over, face twisting in confusion as he stared at Wallace and Scott.

“No!” Scott answered, energetically. However, Wallace was hesitating to respond. The shorter of the two sent him a glare at his silence. “... Wallace.”

The raven–haired male hummed. “Well, I dunno, we could have been. I don’t remember clearly.” His lips upturned into a teasing, knowing smirk as he spoke.

“Wallace!!” Scott scowled, whipping his head back around to face the rest of the group. “We weren’t! Honest!”

Before anyone could part their lips to reply, the center all the way down the table began to open up, and plates and bowls upon plates and bowls suddenly emerged, revealing all different kinds of food… Well, actually, not that different from each other. Once all of the food and drinks were on the table, an attention grabbing chime was heard from the ceiling. Or in the general direction of the ceiling. Upon a further look, Scott had finally noticed the speakers and cameras that were placed in the corners of the room. Were these in all of the rooms? Why didn’t he notice before?

Abruptly, Gideon’s voice ran throughout the speakers. “The theme tonight is Italian cuisine! Lots of pasta, more than you could ever dream of! And… vegan options for Todd, of course.” He says. “I’ll try to cycle through different themes each night, but don’t be mad about any repeats! You can do some more exploration after this, but I’ll be announcing ‘lights out’ pretty soon, and I’ll be waking you up nice and early tomorrow morning for breakfast and the killing motive presentation.” He continued on. “You all only have 14 hours left of peace! Use it wisely!”

That’s when the overhead speakers clicked off. The group sat there in an uncomfortable silence as wafts of steam and delectable scents came from the food spread that lay across the dining table. Scott still didn’t know whether this was real or not… but if it was, there was definitely one person he knew he had to keep an eye on… He watched nervously as the said brunette exchanged a glance with Envy Adams. Was she… also behind all of this? Then, suddenly, interrupting Scott’s thoughts, Wallace was the first one to make actual movement, taking his plate and grabbing some of the spaghetti from a nearby bowl. The tawny–haired man stared, almost in judgment.

“What? I’m hungry.” His roommate answered, letting the noodles fall onto his plate. The movement is what caused the others to also start grabbing food, Scott was the only one left sitting there, unmoving, frightened brown eyes glued to the plate on the table in front of him. After about a good minute of that, he felt a gentle bump against his shoulder. His head whipped around, gaze landing on the source of the bump—Wallace. “You can’t sit like that forever, guy, eat something. You’ll feel better on a full stomach.”

His best friend let his gaze flicker back onto the food on the table. Despite the doubt in his stomach still brewing, he decided that grabbing some food was probably a good idea, seeing as everyone else wasn’t… showing signs of poison or drug consumption. So, hesitantly, he grabbed a small portion of the pasta in front of him, and put it onto his own plate.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hello!!! May I request an obey me matchup? Here are the details and thankyou so much for doing this! I hope you have/had a great day and if not , I hope tomorrow is better <3

Pronouns- he/they

Gender - non binary , male leaning of sorts , AFAB

Appearance :- glasses , brown skinned , pretty tall about 5'11, black wavy hair which reaches shoulders , dark hazel eyes

Likes/some attributes : philosophy, literature, gaming , coffee, painting, research, organising things for comfort, reading , writing , singing , sometimes dancing? , learning new things , classical music , can play violin , Veena and the sitar , fluent in 4+ languages

Dislikes : noise, unorganised things, people who don't wanna listen , making assumptions and judgement based on unknown facts , people with no willingness to learn new things/utterly foolish for no reason and no will for self development , insensitivity, rudeness for no reason , boisterous for no reason.

If it helps , I'm an ENTJ and a Pisces

Thankyou once again <3

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

OBEY ME!

Diavolo

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Dia is a loveable man child. Okay well he is a prince so he's a little pampered but he's really down to earth and wants nothing more than to learn all about you and humans in general.

Dia is the perfect amount of chaos for your control. Though he is capable of being composed and poised he is definitely a goofball and likes to push your buttons.

He loves watching you organize things especially if you do something color coordinated he's all on that.

You're like another Lucifer and Barbatos for him, not that he would ever compare you guys. He's just excited to have another structured person in his life.

He loves taking you out for adventures, he thinks it is fascinating how intelligent you are.

He loves when you play any music for him. He's working music, he's showering music, he's setting up the student council room music.

When he finally confesses his attraction fo you he gets every brother and exchange student involved.

Honestly a little embarrassing and mildly chaotic but it was cute how hard he tried and that's what matters.

He loves when you teach him new things, where he thought dates had to be big grand things you showed him it could be as simple as sitting over a cup of tea and learning about each other.

His new favorite pass time is doing just that by the way. Listening to your ideas and philosophies so he can better understand how to help his people.

The first time he kisses you is when you two are dancing at one of his families balls.

You two are waltzing around discussing important business when something over takes him, maybe it was the way you looked in your outfit or maybe it was the light laugh and lilt in your voice.

He was smitten and asked graciously to show you how much he cared about you.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

It was another slumber party at the castle with Dia and Barbatos. You and Lucifer looked like matching dolls with how your movements and eye rolls happened at the antics of the other 6 brothers. Though you didn't like the eldest brother's attitude, 90% of the time, you had to agree his siblings were an unorganized mess. As you made your way to Dia's room, where you always stayed, you noticed paintings had all been moved slightly askew. This was horrible. Knowing it was either a Mammon prank on you or a Satan prank on Lucifer, you sighed and walked into the room to drop off your stuff. You would deal with the pranks later. For now, you just want to see your partner and relax.

It was as if Dia entered the room on cue and came to sit next to you. Gently, he took your hand and caressed it while he listened to you rant about the brothers. From Lucifer's demands to Belphies actions, you had a lot to tell for each brother. You didn't hate them by any means; you loved them like family, but they could push your buttons almost as severely as Dia could. As you sat up hand in hand with Dia, you pouted and began talking about all the paintings in the castle being askew. As you spoke, you noticed a hidden grin slowly morphing on the man's face and a concealed laughter bubble in his chest. He wouldn't, would he? It was a little early for the boys to already be causing trouble.

As soon as it clicked that the culprit was Dia himself, he had already gone out the door. Chasing after him, you ran through corridors, foyers, and other rooms. Eventually, the whole group was in on this massive game of tag. What was once frustrating became laughter and a good time around for everyone. Once you finally caught Dia with Lucifer's help, you'd have to thank him later; you pulled him into a hug. "Caught you! How could you do this to me?" His laugh was radiant as he picked you up and kissed your forehead. "Because, handsome, watching you get like this is a sick pass time of mine." Even as you were smacking his arm for the sultry comment, he was laughing fully, running away soon after restarting the game of chase again.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You were in the school's theater room practicing a song for the upcoming recital.)

Barbatos: You realize we have a student council meeting today, my lord?

Dia: Yes, but just five more minutes. He sings so well I can't miss this.

Barbatos: You realize they will sing again, but this is not life or death.

Dia: How can I win the best boyfriend award if I am not constantly supportive? Asmodeus says it's an extremely hard and coveted award.

Barbatos: Did it ever occur to you that Asmodeus was messing with you?

Y/N: Can you two please be quiet for five minutes, then we can go?

Barbatos and Dia: Yes!

[finniestoncrane]

I don't know if you have done before, but would you be willing to write about a chubby Dano!Riddler? Love your blog!

I'm Too Much

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 2.7k god i want to hold that soft boy and make him feel loved, chubby!dano is my favourite flavour like for sure. i'm sorry this was so angsty but there's still smut lmao 💚 and also i'm sorry it got so long i just let my feelings dictate this one also thank you to the discord server for hyping this up ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: self-image issues, hurtful language, self-deprecation, body worship, crying, oral sex

From the bedroom, you could hear shuffling, mumbles and exasperated sighs. Usually, it did take Eddie a few minutes of awkward fabric wrangling to get into his full Riddler getup, but he’d been in the bedroom for thirty minutes, and he was supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. You only got up to investigate when you heard the clattering, the sounds of something being kicked around.

Stepping into the door frame, easing the door open gently, you found him back to you, bracing against the wall, his mask and tools by his feet, boots off, still in his boxers and t-shirt with his signature green jacket on.

“Hey, Eddie-”

He jumped, turning quickly and holding the sides of the jacket closed over him, stomping towards you and trying to intimidate you, to push you away.

“I’m-I’m getting ready, get out!”

“You’ve been in here for thirty minutes…I just came to check-”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going so I’m just going to get ready for bed.”

He put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, the other reaching for the door and beginning to close it.

“Eddie, don’t do that, don’t push me.”

Edward stepped back, face red, eyes averted from you. Stepping back from you, he stood awkwardly, eyeing the room, checking the door behind you as though he were trying to plan his escape.

“Eddie…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He reached his hand up, wiping his nose and cheeks with the sleeve of the jacket. He looked up at you, glasses steamed up, tiny pools between the bottom of the lenses and his cheeks. “Nothing. Could you please just…leave me alone?”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

He hesitated, face screwing up into an angry little scowl.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it.”

“Edward Nashton! Quit the attitude, I’m just trying to help.”

“Ok, well help by giving me some peace and quiet!”

With his cheeks and forehead flushed in red, neck following quickly behind them, you were drawn into him, staring at the way the vein on his temples was pressed out, the way the tendons in his neck were tensed and stretched. And yet, there was no anger behind his eyes, just damp sorrow.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled it softly, his voice cracking, throat raw and choked. “I just…I want…I don’t…”

“Hey! Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

“I’m not ok though!”

“Eddie, you are, you really are.”

“No! You’re not listening to me!”

He brought his hands up, balling them into tightly clenched fists, tapping them softly against the sides of his head and then gripping some of his hair, not pulling, but clutching. You raised your hand to his forearm, gently, trying to pull him away, but he shoved you back.

“Woah…”

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! See? See what I mean? I’m just…”

“What, Eddie?”

“I’m horrible!”

He sighed heavily, groaning as he slumped onto the bed. With his head in his hands, you felt comfortable easing forward, entering the room further, the closer you got the easier it was to see his back slightly shifting, shoulders gently shaking.

Your heart sank, a palpable feeling that left you feeling faint and nauseous, but you made it to the bed beside him where at first, he shrank away from your touch before letting himself melt into your embrace, his head on your shoulder where he let his sobs out.

“Oh…oh sweet baby.” With one hand rubbing his shoulder, you let the other tousle his hair, fingers twirling around the soft, delicate strands. “Do you want to talk-”

“No thank you.” His sniffles continued, but he had managed to stop the heavy, chest heaving sobs. Now, he whimpered, muffled against your body, soothing himself, you noticed, as he picked at his fingernails.

“Well, if you feel-”

“My jacket won’t zip up.”

You sat up straight, staring ahead and processing his words. Was the zipper broken? Often, little things like that could set him off, and he could get attached to physical items too, very sentimental.

“Hey, we can fix it if it’s broken, silly.”

“It’s not broken, I…I’m broken.”

As he let out a deep sigh, you held him closer.

“Eddie, you’re not…you’re not broken. You’re fine!”

“I’m not, I’m…I’m clumsy. And I take up too much room! I smother you. I’m…I’m too big. I’m too big for my jacket! I-I’m too big. I’m too…much.”

“Oh, Eddie. Oh no. Come here.” You tried to pull him onto your further, but he pushed back, standing up and backing into the corner, almost cowering, his lip wobbling as he spoke. He put his hands up defensively, trying to hold you off as though you were going to force yourself, your touch and your comfort, upon him.

“Don’t…don’t do that! Because I’ll just crush you. Or I’ll hurt you. I don’t…I don’t want to be touched, please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t do that, Eddie. I can’t leave you by yourself like this.”

“Fine!”

He stormed out of the room quickly, making his way into the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it behind him before you could get to him. You slumped against the wall beside the door, listening quietly. You knew you should let him have his space, but you were going to be right outside when he eventually decided to come out.

Behind the door, Edward stood on the cold tiles of the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He kept the jacket on, unzipped at the front, slightly too tight around the arms. Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that it made him feel scared, anxious, claustrophobic. Sad. The texture felt wrong, the colour seemed wrong. And the morals behind it no longer mattered because he wasn’t angry at anything else in the world except for him, his body.

Staring into the mirror, he narrowed his eyebrows at himself, mind rushing with all of the horrible things he thought of himself in that moment. Lifting his t-shirt up slightly, he pinched at his stomach. Holding his love handles, he jiggled them, sighing at the sight. With his forefinger, he prodded at the soft skin below his belly button. He put his palm around the bottom of his stomach, lifting it up and letting it drop before placing his palms on the sink and pushing his glasses to his forehead, trying not to smudge them further with the tears that flowed freely.

He was too big. Too much. Horrible. And as disgusting as he was on the outside, he felt worse on the inside. There was no fixing him. No amount of revenge, not even curing Gotham of the curses it was afflicted with, could make up for how rotten he was at the core. He was mould, maggots, sickly sweet like death. And now, the exterior matched.

Eddie felt his grasp on you was tentative as it was. That maybe, the only thing keeping you there, was that you thought he was cute the first time you met. But he couldn’t even keep that in check. No, now, not only did you have a mentally ill boyfriend who could fly off the handle and push you, he was also…too much on the outside. And in that moment, he made up his mind, to let you off the hook for him.

When the bathroom door unlocked, you were standing up straight and facing it in pensive anticipation before Eddie had even opened it.

“Oh.”

“Eddie…”

“You should leave.”

“The…hall?”

“No. The apartment. Or I’ll leave. I can transfer the lease, if you want. But you’re free to go.”

“Free…like I’m…held hostage?”

“Yes. By me. But I can promise you that I won’t hold it against you. You don’t have to be scared of me. I won’t…I won’t react. I won’t try and hurt you or stop you.”

“Oh, Eddie.”

His words were distorted as he whimpered and choked back his sobs, tears falling, sniffling and licking at his lips as he tried to get his words out.

“Because you’re too good for me…and I’m…nothing…no I’m worse than nothing…I’m a lot…big…stupid…”

Taking his hands in yours, holding tight as he made a weak attempt to tear them away from you, shirking at the touch, how warm you were, you stroked the back of them with your thumb.

“First of all, I’d rather have too much of you than none of you, huh?” You let go of one of his hands, nudging his chin up with your fingers, wiping at the tears that fell on his cheeks. “And besides that, Eddie. You could never be too much. You’re perfect.”

“So I wasn’t perfect before?”

“Were you Edward Nashton before?”

“I…guess.”

“And are you Edward Nashton now?”

“I mean…yes?”

“Well then Edward Nashton is perfect, regardless of what he’s doing, what he’s thinking, what he’s planning, or what he looks like.”

“But you couldn’t…you can’t possibly-”

You cut him off with a kiss, your lips meeting his, soft but firm. When he pulled back lightly, you followed him, pressing your palms to his chest to hold him still against the wall, your fingers teasing at his t-shirt as you let the kiss deepen. And yet, he still mumbled against you, not pushing you away, but gripping your forearms to keep you from getting closer.

“St-stop…wait…”

Leaning back, hands still on his chest, you stared straight into his eyes, trying to push past the veneer of strength he was still trying to keep up, despite the tears that stained his cheeks and the lenses of his glasses. As you spoke to him, all efforts to keep you at arm’s length, physically and emotionally, were suppressed by his deeper need to be held, touched, loved.

“Eddie, I love you. I love all of you, however much or little there is of any part. You’re handsome…” you kissed his cheek “…so sweet…” the other “…endearing…” the kisses trailed down his jaw, onto his neck “…and charming…” you kissed his chest, beginning to crouch, finding your knees as you let the kisses trail down his stomach “…warm and soft…” teasing at the hem of his shirt you lifted it slightly, his hands batting you away, turning your focus to the top of his underwear which you teased down, kissing the small tuft of hair that had become visible “…gentle and…”

Eddie’s breath hitched as you pulled his underwear down over his stiffening cock, your pleased exhale at the sight of his member drawing a soft moan from him, his length twitching in reaction.

“You d-don’t…huh…have to…”

“I want to. I want you, Eddie. Every. Single. Bit.”

With your fingers slowly and firmly gripping the base of his cock, you pulled downward, teasing back his foreskin, exposing his head, flushed and wet with precum, before wrapping your lips around it. As you let your tongue flit over the tip, lapping at the sweetly bitter taste of salt that leaked from the slit, you moaned onto him. The gentle vibrations pushed him back into the wall, his jacket cushioning him from the sudden thud. Briefly, you felt his fingers graze over the back of your head before he pulled himself back. You didn’t want to pressure him, or scare him away. If you kept working at him, he'd come around.

Through his clenched jaw he let out a hissing breath, still holding back on himself. By now, he was usually coming undone under your touch, whining and moaning and begging for more, begging for you to make him cum. But he stayed silent, save for the soft, choked groans that managed to escape.

One hand gripped tight onto the front of his thigh, the other trailing between his legs, holding his balls and kneading them lightly, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin as you kept your head moving up and down his shaft at a steady pace. At the sensation, he shuddered, hips twitching forward and pushing the tip of his head to your throat, gagging you. As you coughed, he slipped from between your lips, desperately stuttering an apology.

“I liked it, Eddie. You think you’re too much? You are. You’re so big.” You looked up at him from the floor, batting your eyelashes, letting your lip fall down and your mouth open, ready to accept him again. “Let me make you feel good, Eddie. You know I love you, but I need you to know I want you. I need you to know that I need you.”

It might have been a simplified solution to a larger problem, but in the moment, as he gazed down at you, eyes blank and mouth turning up into a slight smile, you felt that if making him feel physically wanted would open him up further, then that was all you could hope to achieve.

Placing him back in your mouth, one hand gripping the length, pulling your fist up and down along his cock, you open your mouth wide, skin teased back, letting his red and sensitive head smack against your tongue as you groaned. Eddie’s breath was hitching, but he wasn’t breathing out. He looked tense, uncomfortable.

“Eddie, let go. Just…let go.”

You realised then what he had been doing, and though your heart felt like it was breaking you kept up the façade of extreme flirtation and arousal. As he finally let his shoulders drop, his breath coming out in a long, low sigh, you noticed his stomach get less tense too, sticking out a little further, as he’d been trying to hold it in the whole time. Holding back your words, tears threatening to ruin the mood, you pushed on. All you were focused on now was making him feel a semblance of release, hoping that it would loosen him up enough for you to penetrate his thick shell, formed by years of not feeling like he was good enough.

You let your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, eyes flitting up to see the bottom of his stomach poking out from under it. You teased the fabric up, trying to see more of him, get a better look at his soft, warm skin, a sweet peach colour, biteable and kissable. But he kept pulling his shirt back down. In a forceful move, you yanked the shirt up and over his stomach, resting at his chest, letting your fingers sink into his skin, kneading it and grasping at it desperately. He felt wonderful, undeniably sexy, his features only more loveable with the vulnerability he was letting you share with him. Letting your palms slip to his hips, you pressed your fingers into the softer and chubbier skin there, using his love handles to pull him closer to you, further down your throat.

Gagging lightly, trying to let yourself be a bit sloppier around him, spit dribbling down your chin as you looked up to find him staring back at you with little more than awe, all other thoughts unable to get through past his impending orgasm. With his fingers now firmly at the back of your head, wrapped around strands of your hair, he held you steady as he bucked his hips into you, choked gasps making their way over his lips before he pursed them, tongue poking out in concentration as he let himself spill out into your mouth, manging out a stuttered apology as he pulled himself from you.

You licked your lips, swallowing his load, hoping he saw it as a commitment to how badly you wanted all of him. Wish his palms under your elbows, he helped you stand up, wrapping his body around you. Putting your arms around his back, underneath the jacket, you held him close, humming softly in the embrace. Without breaking the hug, Edward finally spoke in a calm tone.

“If you wouldn’t mind…I’d like to order some food and maybe we can…talk?”

“Only if you keep this exact outfit on. It’s very cute.” Stepping back, he adjusted his glasses, reaching to pull his t-shirt down but he caught your eye, instead letting his palms glide softly over his skin before taking your hands in his and kissing at your knuckles. It wouldn’t be an easy fix, but you were on your way to convincing him that he was valuable, loved, and worthy of adoration exactly as he was.

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Impress Me

Glorfindel x reader

Kinktober 2022: Thigh Riding

Request: NSFW request: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” Glorfindel x Fem!Reader - anon

Warnings: fembod, thigh riding, mean dom! Glorfindel, dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.2k

Synopsis: A slip up in your mannerisms leaves you quaking.

Prompt: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You’d been acting out of turn for weeks going into a month and all Glorfindel did was sit back in his chair and leaned against the wall and smirk. A wine glass in hand, he’d look on at your scandalous behaviour which demonstrated all acts of immodesty with a silent playful stare. The corners of his lips would turn upwards whenever he let you believe that you bested him at another round of your disapproving attitude. All he simply did was added your behaviour to a mental list he created every time you did something unpleasant in his eyes. Whether it was the flirtation with his friends or the lowly cut dress that revealed your cleavage for the world to ogle or the rolls of your eyes whenever he commanded you to obey him, he simply remained quiet until it was the rightest time to strike, which was obviously now.

You laid bare on the bed before Glorfindel, blindfolded and spread open for the world – only him – to see. Your chest was heaving with tear stains blemishing your cheeks from a painful punishment. He denied your orgasm four times and your body was begging for relief. Cries and pleas for him to give in and give you what you desired were ignored. Because as you were warned, “You’re nowhere in the position for making demands kitten.” His rough calloused hands grazed your legs, trailing around your knee till they reached the inner of your thighs and danced near your nether region. Glorfindel’s fingers ghosted your sensitive lips, watching how your body was torn between squirming away from his touch and folding.

Parting your lips with two of his fingers, you cried out to him and cast your pleads and apologies for your behaviour, but they weren’t enough for Glorfindel to give in. His punishment with you was far from finished, it was only the beginning of a long and excruciating night. Just then, his index travelled south and dipped into your heat, slowly pumping in and out and feeling the immeasurable heat radiating.

“You want me to stop yet your cunt tells me otherwise.” His voice was drenched in honey and sinfully irritating as it mocked and humiliated you.

Tossing and turning about the bed, you couldn’t get far due to your hands and legs being fought against by his other free hand. It was an impossible task fighting against him given his warrior disposition. You were set to lose the fight from the start, but if you could just try, maybe you’d have some dignity left instead of giving up, “G-Glorfindel please, please, j-just let me cum. I beg y-you.”

"I beg y-you," he was having a ball humiliating you, just as you attempted to do with him, "You’ve been begging me all night darling, and nothing seems to be working. How desperate are you?”

His responses were menacingly terrifying. You knew just how worked up he got whenever he got the opportunity to have ultimate payback. His blood was always pumping vigorously pushing him into a savage.

Struggling to focus and catch your breath, it was proving difficult with the dangerous sliding of his finger through your heat, “I-I’ll do anything…please.” With a final breath, you collapsed into the bed as his finger ministration refused to let up. In truth, he was taking in your words, and it was the ‘anything’ part that had him thinking.

Glancing around the room and ignoring your moans, he was racking his brain for a perfect solution. What could he have you do? Old ideas of him asking for you to experiment with different activities with him flashed across, but all of them proved to give you control, he didn’t want to give it up so quickly. He could have you suck him off, but that was too simple. He could have you ride him and then deny you once again. Or…he would make you ride his thigh; make you work for your orgasm since you wanted it so badly. The dark chuckle that escaped his lips reverberated within his chest warmly.

Slipping his finger out abruptly, his hands went to work to pull you up and remove your blindfold. Adjusting your vision was the second most painful experience you had tonight. The room was dimly lit but was still bright compared to your lack of visual perception. Just when you thought you were gaining some freedom, a hand reached out and snatch you by your wrist to tug you up the bed and sit on a sturdy object. Hisses erupted when your exposed cunt came in contact with the material. It felt soft like cotton as your hands reached out to explore and under, you felt the sturdy object it covered. It flexed easily under your touch, relaxing, and then contracting in seconds. Your vision was still slight poor to analyze what you were sitting on.

You wanted to shift but the grip on your waist told you otherwise. They screamed ‘patience’ and you knew they belonged to your husband. Still fighting to bring in your line of sight, it was obscured by your husband leaning into your space to whisper his patronizing words, “The only way you get to cum is by riding my thigh.” His words were followed by a harsh slap to your ass signalling you to get started.

Blinking a few times, it was then your sight of him smirking with a glass of wine in his hand and the other resting behind his head came into view. You were sitting on his left thigh with a wet patch soiled into his trousers from where you were positioned. Gazing at him through hooded eyes, you frowned before resting your hands on either side of his leg to make the first move. You were sensitive and you felt it through the first contact against your clit. Your little bundle of nerves quivered under the pressure being released as you worked your hips back and fro. Your body was trembling at the relief of pleasure it got and knowing that it was going to be achieved on your time.

Lips parted, you were panting and whining as your hips dragged itself up and down his thigh leaving streaks of your arousal leaking all over. Glorfindel said nothing as he watched with glints of lust swirling around in his jaded orbs, only lifting the glass of wine occasionally to his lips to quench his thirst. You couldn't read his facial expression aside from the fact that your head was cast downwards, but he wore a blank mask. No one could tell if he was pleased, satisfied, or bored, there was just emptiness. All the expressions came from you as you tumbled into the pleasure blanket, elated by the warmth and comfort it provided.

Your face contorted as did your body, relaying all the powerful and overwhelming tingling sensations you experienced. You were a mess as your clit continually bumped against his thick muscular thighs. You could feel your little nub trembling from the overstimulation it was facing, but you had to suck up the pain and go with the flow of things. If you were getting the chance to redeem yourself, it was best that you put on the performance of a lifetime. Tossing your head back, an earth-shattering moan flew from your throat when you felt your coils tightening. Your legs were already growing weary, your hips were slowing down and the urge to reach your hand downwards and touch yourself was growing, but you didn’t want to anger him further. A command to ride his thigh was given and you’d do just that. Lifting one hand of the sheets, you brought it to your breast, tugging your dainty little nub, pulling, and twisting in hopes of adding to your pleasure and getting you off faster. As you felt your pressure growing, you lifted the other hand to join in on the act.

Humping his thigh like a wild animal through the searing sensitivity, you pushed through and rode him like a rodeo. Your hair fell around your frame, encasing you in an angelic glow and the lighting in the room did its job by enhancing the sheen of sweat. You appeared as a Goddess riding him and giving him all your songs. Glorfindel couldn’t prevent the heat from pooling in his stomach as he looked on, and on natural reflexes, his thigh muscles flexed and stiffened under. Riding his muscular thigh had never felt so compelling.

"Come on, I know you can do better than that kitten," he said with aggravation laced in his voice as a hand rose to pinch at your thigh, urging you to move faster. Casting a heated glare at him as tears formed in your eyes, he returned an unbothered smirk.

He watched with a clenched jaw because his erection was straining in his pants, and he wished for you to hurry along. His glass of wine was already finished, and he couldn’t leave the bed for another, all he could do was lean back and peep the show, but he wanted more. All you could do was ride his leg with the best energy you could muster but he was already growing tired of your sluggish movements and didn’t hesitate to snake a hand around your waist and tug you into his chest. Arching his left leg upwards to rest between your thighs, he switched between dribbling and bouncing his leg up and down for maximum pleasure, while his mouth pushed your hands out the way and wrapped its lips around your nipple.

He laughs into your body at you, your pathetic, whiney cries for more “Please, please, please, oh God, fuck –”. Amazed how he could easily turn you into a mess. You were chanting incomprehensible gibberish with your head tossed backwards while your nails dug into his shoulder blades. So much for you riding his thigh.

One arm was around your waist and the other was groping your ass he glided your body to match his pace. The whole point was to get you off faster, and it seemed to be working from the excessive volume of juices you were leaking. Your body had given up halfway with working your own hips since his hands took over to do the pacing. More than half his thigh was already soaked, and his cotton pants clung to his skin. Prying his lips on your breast and kissing his way up to meet your neck, he reeled back before placing a fat hickey at the juncture of your neck, for the world to see. He licked at it and listened to the hisses you released from the pain; it made his cock twitch endlessly.

All the sounds your cunt was making as it dragged over his thigh were lewd. You were drenched and all the squelching was visibly heard. At this point, all your dignity was lost.

“How shameful, look at the mess you've made and you're going to cum all over my thigh already,” he scoffed. He found it pathetic how quickly you were coming undone especially after earlier lip service. Truly pathetic and he adored it. There were heart floating around his head and swimming in his eyes as he looked on.

"If you want to cum so badly, say the magic word kitten," and at his deadly whisper, his leg slowed its movement to snail's pace while the hands on your waist halted your movements.

Whining with tears flowing down your face, you gripped his shoulders and dug your nails into them while wailing into his neck, crying out his name, "G-Glorfindel p-please move, 'm so close."

Fat tears poured down your face and Glorfindel made no attempt to change his pace until you caved in one last time and begged for his touch. He enjoyed being cruel at times, you deserved it after all those stunts you'd freely pull. He watched you cry into his neck, wetting his skin with your salty tears before he cooed, "You know the words kitten, come on, just say them."

His voice was antagonizing as it floated into your ears. You could hear and feel the smirk plastered on his face. Swallowing the last ounce of humility you possessed, you cried into his neck, "Please, p-please, please, Glorfindel, please I beg you. Let me cum."

"One more time for me, kitten, let me hear you," Eru, he could be so fucking patronizing. You wanted to claw the smirk off his face. He was loving the way he could toy with your orgasm like a predator toying with its meal.

Choking on your sobs, you conformed under his will again, "Please my Lord, Sir, just please let me cum. I'm sorry."

Pleased at your attempts, the hands on your waist tightened their grip and dragged your hips deliriously against his leg, making your head spin. Tossing and turning your head as though you were in pain, all you were focusing on right now was getting to your high. The pressure was unbearable, and the coil was searing in the pit of your stomach. Clenching your teeth, feeling as if they would shatter, you felt your body trembling as the flames took over your skin. The sweat coating your skin did nothing to ease the heat as it surpassed normal temperatures. It was as if your body was going into shock from all the denials earlier. It wasn’t sure how to process the oncoming wave.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh –”

Your cries were cut-off as your body flopped into his, violently convulsing before going limp in his arms. There was nothing but your silent breathing as your body laid flop onto him. You had passed out from the intensity of your orgasm and had already drifted off. Glorfindel did know if it was to laugh or sympathize with your situation as it was you who caused yourself to wind up there. His hands cradled you closely, pulling you off his thigh and wrapping you up in his arms while murmuring about how this could have been avoided if you weren’t so difficult, but he knew you couldn’t help it. It was within your nature to be difficult around him, but you just couldn’t help yourself, he always gave you good pleasure in the end. However, tonight was different, and he was sure that whenever you awoke, he’d do his best to ensure that you’d never forget it.

"Rest for now kitten, I'm far from finished with you."

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[desiresign]

IDK if this is a character you're interested in writing but in regards to the prompt, "reflect" with Mamizou perhaps?

Mamizou gave herself the once-over as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her leaf hairpin was perfectly placed to separate her long brown hair. (Hair which was further separated by light gray strands.) Her glasses were rectangular and trim, giving a aura of intelligence to her figure. Faint hints of crow's feet darted across her freckled face when she smiled, her teeth imperfect and slightly yellowed. She looked almost human, at least 40 years old.

Of course, she was anything but. It was in her nature to change her appearance, the way of the tanuki being one of many transformations. It was like life in a way, having to adapt to many different bodies. Was it not the same as being a different person around your parents than around your friends? Was it not beautiful in that way, to not be held down by one societal role?

A nasally voice interrupted Mamizou's musings. "Hey, since when do you take so long to doll yourself up?"

Mamizou turned, immediately flinching and turning back at the sight of who - or rather, what, at the moment - stood before her. It was a ball of pure light. "Sheesh, cut it with the light show! Can't you go without blindin' me?" Mamizou muttered.

Sure enough, the ball of light wasn't really a ball of light at all. Rather, it was Nue. She was dressed up as well, wearing a casual T-shirt under a jean jacket that was decorated with various patches collected from various people and places. Ripped black pants covered lanky legs. Her wings were no where to be seen.

"Well sorry, just wanted to make sure you didn't die in here," Nue said, stretching her arms above her head. "Are you ready to go or what?"

"Is that the voice you're choosin' today?" Mamizou asked. "Don't think I've heard that one in a while."

"Is that the look you're choosing today?" Nue parroted. She smirked. "Well, yeah. If you can look like an office lady who just got off her shift, I can sound like a guy with a cold for the day."

Mamizou huffed. "With that attitude and dress, I hope no one mistakes us as mother and child. Some day I'll getcha to dress more mature."

"Hey! Just 'cause we're pushing 1,000 doesn't mean we have to act like it!" Nue teased. She relaxed her stance a little. "Nah, I mean we'd totally look like bizarre coworkers. I don't look that young." She paused. "Do I?"

"No, no, I jest," Mamizou assured. "You look mighty fine. So, shall we?"

Nue's smirk turned into a grin. "Well, let's go!"

[kitcat992]

Identity Within︱Chapter 11 - To Have and To Hold

The noise of city life hit him at every angle, sounding from far down below and matching the same pace as the breeze passing on by.

It was distant, but audible; playing in the background while the hammering of his pulse took center stage.

Standing outside on the historic cathedral’s balcony, Tony paid none of it any attention. He looked out to the skyline ahead, with the tint of lavender over his eyes covering the towering buildings of Manhattan in front of him.

The city of New York was nothing but a background to the live video that played through his high-tech lenses; something he and only he could see.

“Thirty minutes before the ceremony starts.” Tony smirked, grabbing the balcony railing with both his hands and subconsciously gripping tight. “A little under the wire there, don’t you think?”

For a fleeting moment, one that came with the sudden gust of wind, Tony found himself taking in a deep breath of air; easily for the first time since arriving outside. That feeling, one normally taken for granted, was enough to relax him — if only by small measures.

Staving off a panic attack was surely the last thing he expected to be doing today. And yet here he was.

“What I think is that it’s very stereotypically egotistic of yourself to assume my timing was done on mistake.”

Tony looked back ahead at the video, his smirk only growing at the voice that followed.

“Mhm-hm,” he sounded, humorously; with a quick glance to the corner of his glasses causing his chest to tighten up again. The clock just wouldn’t stop dwindling down. “You sure you didn’t just get the timezones wrong?”

The look Shuri gave him was almost hot enough to be felt across the world.

“Oh, trust me,” she started, slyly, with an equally sly smirk. “When I had first inputted New York, New York, I was sure I had to be mistaken. You American’s have such wildly barbaric names for your cities, you know this, right?”

A part of Tony tried to be frustrated with the young girl’s attitude, but not even he could resist the good-natured chuckle that slipped through the tension in his jaw.

Receiving a personal greeting from the Princess of Wakanda was also something he didn’t expect today, but of all curve balls he could be thrown, that one didn’t bother him so much.

“Twenty-eight minutes,” he told her, the prideful spark in his eyes hidden behind the frames that he wore. Subconsciously, he looked beyond her view and into the distant background of the city skyline. It was easier than making any eye contact. “Hate to break it to you, Xena, but today’s kinda an important day and I’m kinda an important part of it. You might wanna shake a leg with the congratulations, time’s ticking down.”

The grin that stretched Shuri’s lips was almost as bright as the afternoon sun barreling down onto the cathedrals balcony. The few potted plants that lined the walls took in that sunlight with the same kind of glisten as her smile.

“And that is the reason for my timing.” Shuri leaned back into her chair, arms crossed with the glow of surrounding technology only highlighting her hubris.

Even on video call, her ego stole the room.

Tony gave her a look in return, his head leaning to the side with the grip he had on the banister only tightening.

“By all means,” he drawled out, letting a hard beat fall next, “feel free to elaborate.”

While Shuri’s ear-to-ear grin was as cocky as any teenage genius could get, Tony had no remaining energy to focus on anything other than the towering buildings of Manhattan from all around him. The near-afternoon sun had become bright enough to cast a sharp reflection off the many skyscrapers, adding a warmth to the air that didn’t do much to help his current breathing troubles.

It felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. Or ten.

“Oh, there is nothing to elaborate on, Stark,” Shuri answered, a little too easily. “It is very obvious. You have cold feet.”

That got Tony to focus up.

“I have — wow,“ he scoffed a laugh, shaking his head in a way that brought his attention down to the ground. “Oh, darling — do yourself a favor. Forbes Magazine, 2001 cover page, Innovator Of The New Millennium interview. You’ll quickly discovery that Tony Stark doesn’t get cold feet.”

When Tony finally looked back at the video call — after some time and many chaotic taps of his left foot — he was greeted with a look more smug than he thought was physically possible.

“Denial.” Shuri smiled, teeth showing and all. “How cute.”

The instinct embedded deep into his bones told him to act suave — cool, calm and collected. But Tony’s only response was roll his eyes and look away, his lack of admission being more than enough for them both.

The urge to argue was lost in the breeze that passed by, catching in his chest like a hiccup.

Even outside, oxygen was getting hard to come by.

Tony, as smart as he was, figured out far too late that his nerve-racking tension wasn’t just everyday anxiety. This was something on a level he hadn’t felt before, a kind of stomach-squeezing uncertainty that lit up every neuron in his over-worked brain.

And apparently, much to his chagrin, it could be noticed all the way in Wakanda.

“Don’t worry.” Shuri flippantly waved her hand in a dismissive manner, easing what would’ve otherwise been an awkward moment for them both. “I knew you would want to talk of none of this with me. That is why I have called when I have called,” she said, standing from her chair and squeezing herself out of frame.

A lingering pause caught Tony’s attention. When he looked back to the video, he momentarily saw the image of an empty lab reflected back through his lenses.

“I worried, my friend,” the voice sounded before the figure came into sight, “that my travels back home were cutting it close.”

[friendlyfatbee]

4th Hottest Ghost: Chambrea and Johnny Deepend

Himbo or motherly figure? Your choice 👀

Chambrea:

Looks: Based off Victorian era because of the predominance of Chambermaids (Source: Occupations: census returns for 1851, 1861, and 1871.) Chambrea scored great in this category with her natural appearance and bright eyes (Source: Victorian Beauty by the Preston Park Museum) and the bodytype of having a smaller waist in comparison to the rest of the body (Source: The Wild Beauty Standards of Victorian England by Simone Sydel.) However, the only downfall was the state of her uniform… while yes chambermaids were not meant to be seen that does not excuse a torn uniform. After all, other stereotypical hotel staff such as Steward and Chef Souffle have perfect in-shape uniforms, and at least Chef Souffle wasn’t expecting anyone to see him. Yet Chef Soufflé’s uniform isn’t torn at all… I’ve got a question or two for Hellen when I’m done with this list >:( /j

Personality: I mean, she’s both pleasant and seems to enjoy her job, or at least be in a good attitude while she’s working! However points were deducted because of her snoopy nature of going through people’s belongings (E. Gadd’s suitcase.) Points will not be deducted for her stealing the suitcase, since she most likely took it out of panic (once again, chambermaids aren’t really supposed to be seen either) considering she was face to face with a ghost hunter. She also seems hesitant to fight, she doesn’t really have any malicious bones in her body aside from self defense.

Survival Rate: Perfect score, you’d definitely survive her. What’s she gonna do? Dust you to death? Don’t answer that if you have a dust allergy— she flees most of the time apart from actually fighting.

Niceness Rate: Also perfect score! She seemed to be enjoying her job, so she at least has a form of integrity of keeping other’s rooms clean, even at the cost of snooping. She also seemed very hesitant to fight Luigi, acting either out of panic or self defense. I think the perfect way to sum this up is her constantly overused voice line of “WoOaAh” when waiting for Luigi to make any moves against her.

Johnny Deepend:

Looks: Perfect score here! Easily 1980s beauty standards. Johnny pretty much stepped out of, or floated out of, the 80s with his bigger muscles, mullet, and tanned skin (model has skin paler beneath his goggles, his skin is also freckled which can happen from being in the sun often, at least for me-) (Source: The Evolution of Men’s Beauty Ideals in Film by Keelia Clarkson)

Personality: Fairly high! Most of his flaws originate from his cockiness with sports and roughness with competing (ie doesn’t really laugh at Luigi when he throws volley balls at him, rather looks more proud of himself if anything.) After all, Johnny is seen just practicing by himself if Luigi spies through the glass at him, Johnny is just here for a good time. In the case that he spits water at Gooigi, if Johnny was more actively malicious why would he be resorting to a more childish/playful tactic than instead just splashing with his hands? I think what stands out most of all is actually his defeat animation when he is vacuumed up by Luigi, he just… poses and plugs his nose, even sounding happy and like he’s having a good time, almost as if he was being a good sport and Luigi won. Johnny himself isn’t a serious character, and could definitely lean a little into the himbo catagory.

Survival Rate: Would it get hurt to get hit by a volleyball? Yes. Would it kill you? No, but if it did I’m more concerned about your health in the first place.

Niceness Rate: Not really shown to be nice or mean toward, well, ANYONE that isn’t Luigi. His treatment toward Luigi is debateable. His competitive nature is a double edged sword that can be either friendly competition or pummeling you to the ground not just from volleyballs but from you losing to him.

Overall, while these two aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed, they certainly have their merits that make them attractive! Chambrea will ‘sweep’ you off your feet, while Johnny… could probably bench press you lovingly.

(Also thank y’all for your patience while I had academic endeavors I needed to do first!! :D )

[heartofgoldenlight]

Your Brightness - Modern Ruhn Danaan x Reader Smut

The night was busy. There were drunk people all over the place. They were flying balls and broken glass. But that don’t effect me. As long as everyone isn’t murdered or isn’t complaining thing are good. But not that good. There was one person ruining my peace. Ruhn Danaan. The son of the biggest business man in the area. With his long shiny,black hair tied up in a bun. Loose grey t-shirt and black pants he was more than attractive. He looked like a greed god but in human clothes. And this greek god tried to talk to me several times this evening. Maybe I shouldn’t be that bitchy with him. He raised his hand to make order but before I could even react someone screamed. I looked around and saw some random big guy hitting woman. She was on the floor crying from his slap. I jumped over the bar and went to them.

-Hey what do you think your doing in my bar big men- I said with a sarcastic tone while trying to get the woman up. Her makeup was running down her now little purple cheek.

-I am giving this whore a lesson that she has to obey me!

-NO I DON’T HAVE TO!-she was with surprisingly loud voice.

-Ah you little….

-For gods sake. I know that you are some big,muscular guy that probably thinks that everything is revolving around him, but guess what. I MY BAR EVERYONE IS FREE AND NO ONE HAS TO OBEY NO ONE!!!

-Ohhh so you are going to give my attitude too. You stupid woman..-he raised his hand in ready to hit me. In this woman something broke. I looked around and saw that Ruhn throwed his glass at the big gus head and that made a little scratch. In matter of seconds Ruhn whet to him and some amazing moves the guy was on the floor. Blood was running down his lips and nose. Ruhn bet down to him and said something that made him open his eyes in fear. He immediately stand up and left the bar without a word.

-Now if someone here tries to touch any woman like this believe you will regret the fact that you were born. -he said with little smirk on his face while watching the group of friends of that guy. They all noded nervously. He turned to us.

-Are you okay miss?

-Yes,yes I am okay. Thank you both. Now I can go home don’t worry about me. My friend is coming to pick me up.

-Are you sure I can drive after I finish here.

-No,no thank you both. Thank you very much.-with the woman runes out of the bar.

-Sorry but can we talk in the back for a sec?-I said looking in his beautiful eyes that were cold electric blue but had something very warm in them.

-Yes of course!

We went to the small room behind the bar which was something like a little hotel room with bed television and table.

-Why did you stand up for us?-I said while closing the door behind us.

-No man can ever treat woman like this. I just could help but make him fell miserable. And plus that I couldn’t see him treating you like this.

-What do you mean?

- I mean maybe you don’t know me but I am one year ahead in college with I was liked you. Your brightness. People had believe in you. Trusted you. That’s why I started coming here more often and didn’t lose hope even when you didn’t show interest in talking with me.

-You really… really think this ?

-Of course I do.

In this moment he looked even more handsome than before. In this moment I just went with the flow. I got to him and kissed him. Straight,hard without warning. He kissed me back and his hands lates on my body perfectly. They started exploring my back,then my hips,than my ass. My hands went to his soft hair and strong shoulders. We went back and hit the edge of the table. Ruhn quickly change the position and I was the one pressed to the edge.

-You sure you want this little bunny?

-I am sure…

-And your sure you want me to fuck you on the table?

-Mhmmh……..

I don’t him to talk I want him doing other thing with that mouth. I managed to take his shirt off…

-You sure you…….

-For gos sake Ruhn you can do much more good things with this mounts. Just shut up and fuck me.

With this he went ballistic. In matter of second my crop and bra went on the floor. He made me bend backwards on the table and he got rid of my bottom too. He looked at my naked body and at my red bikini. He crouched down and got rid of them too. He looked at my now exposed pussy and licked lips. Without doubting he kissed my clitor. I skaked. He started sucking and licking. He was going in and out of me non stop. His hands were on both my things pinching probably making bruises. I saw worlds in front of me. And this world was soon going to crash.

-Ruhn….ruhn….. i am going to….to……come.

-Only if you come with my name on your lips honey.-and then he stopped. I could take it. I started screaming

-RUHN!RUHN!!!!!

With a little smile he started licking and sucking even harder. In matter of moments I came crushing down. My legs were shaking. My hands were scratching Ruhn’s shoulders. He licked every last drop of me. I started breathing heavily. I just came but I was needing him.

-Ruhn,ruhn…

-Yes bunny-he said standing up.

-Please…..

-Please what?

-Please fuck me.

He smiled. That smile made me wet again. He got rid of his pants and boxers. I stood in shock. It was big,massive and erected. My mouth watered like my pussy. He smiled even more when he saw my look. He bent over me and started kissing me. I replied with kissing him even harder. His mounts went to my neck then to my breast. Making sure there wasn’t a spot he didn’t kiss.

-So you want me to fuck you?-he said with my breast in his mount.

-Mhmhmm….-I said he bites a little. I let put a moan.

-Use your words bunny!- he squeezed his mount even more. My hands were scratching his back. My legs shaking unstoppably.

-Yes ,yes… I want you to fuck me…hard…on this table….Ahhh…Ruhn….please fuck me…

-That’s it my bunny.

With that he left my breast and stand up. He opens my legs even more and got comfortable. With a slow motion he put his member in me. He slowly went in with every inch. It fetter perfectly.

-Please Ruhn just fuck me already.

I set a beast. He started pounding. Not gentle. Hard. Like he wanted this for too long. His hair got out of his bun. His tattoos were shining on the light. He was filling me and crashing my world. I was close.

-Ruhn….I am……

-Come for me bunny.

I came. My legs started shaking even harder. My hands whitened from the was I was holding the table. I came again screaming his name. Not long after that he came too. His member was twitching inside me. He gently pooled out and carried me to the bed. We both layed down. And looked in each other eyes.

-Ruhn sorry but I have…I have to get up.. my clients.

- Shttt… Calm down little bunny. They probably all went to their homes after what they saw and maybe heard.

He said and winked at me. I laughed. Maybe this night wasn’t going to be only one. Maybe. I smiled again and hugged him. I felt asleep fast.

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Hello everyone! I hoped you like this I am sorry if there are any wrongs I am sorry just English isn’t my first language. Again I hoped you liked it and have a beautiful day!:)

[scumtrout]

Nothing makes you appreciate how much your religious upbringing affected you quite like listening to Ghost, experiencing a minor inconvenience, then hearing a little voice in your head say, 'this minor inconvenience is because you listened to SATAN MUSIC'. Satan has become the new 'thanks Obama' for me.

It feels COMPLETELY ABSURD and then I remember there are people who live like this all the time. You read something bad in the news? Satan. Get dumped? Satan. Get a cold? Satan. Stub your toe? Satan.

This is such a stark relief to the Buddist sentiment of, 'it just be like that sometimes (due to the nature of dukkha)'. Buddism isn't a perfect religion by any means but holy fuck an attitude of 'it just be like that sometimes' seems so healthy compared to the balls to the walls insanity of blaming everything negative in life on some sentient, malicious, external force, while thinking that you can escape said malicious external force by clinging to a different sentiment, 'benevolent' (but still capable of fucking you up if 'it's in the plan) external force. Like that's literally cosmic horror material. The idea of living in a chaotic, indifferent universe seems preferable to one where everything is intentional due to the fuckery of higher entities. Like at what point can you look at certain mindsets found within Christianity and say, 'this looks suspiciously like schizophrenia wearing a fake beard and glasses'.

[askthehiddencaste]

Fear to love

characters: Shuska Tomson and Ashoal Magree Mentioned: Viktor serren (@stuckstucktrolls) and Rutaci Faurux (@memurfevur)

studies and letters and the bonding of enemies to friends. Ashoal gets help from shuska to write a letter that has been needed to be said for a while.

"Ashoal, you HAVE to tell them!"

"You think I haven't TRIED?!"

Ashoal growled, standing from the desk he and Shuska had been studying at. In recent weeks, Ashoal had been quite sensitive with what had been going on with his body. Longer showers, nearly refusing to show himself to his mates, even going so far as to refuse shared showers or midnight romps with his mates when they were home.

He had promised and tried to convince them both that he was alright, hoping but knowing they would worry about him no matter what he said.

"Ashoal, you've come to me for my help and I've done all that i can. The Grey-fae have their own odd magics and this is as close to any answer we can get" The small lime said softly. Standing, Shuska moved over to place a gentle on the ceruleans back. He looked down to her with a soft frown on his lips, a soft sigh escaping as he let his eyes fall back to the books on the table.

"You're right" he muttered, reaching up and removing his glasses to rub his eyes. "I'm just…. Shuska HOW do i tell them? 'Oh by the way I'm acting as a mother grub, be careful with me' ? Shuska do you know how INSANE that sounds?" he almost hissed, fixing his glasses and turning to place his hands on the table.

Everything felt like it was crashing down around him, and Ashoal didn't know what to do. He shifted over and plopped down into his chair. "I don't know how" he repeated, voice soft as he allowed his head to be dropped into his hands.

Shuska was quiet as he did this, silently looking around the old wood of the shelves around them. With a deep breath, she wandered over and put a gentle hand on Ashoals shoulder. "write them letters" came her soft answer. "Write them each a letter and explain to your mates how scared you are. Tell hem that way so you don't have to use your voice and choke again" she hummed softly.

Ashoal swallowed and looked up to her, nodding as his hand came up to lightly settle over hers. "Would…..would you help me?" he asked softly, the lime nodding and offering him a soft smile.

"of course I can"

***

Ashoal looked to the crumpled pile of papers between him and what used to be an empty bin, now overflowing to the floor. They had been working at this for what felt like hours, but finally he felt the letters he had written for his mates were as good as they would get.

"So….giving them to each one directly or are you planning on leaving them for each to find?" Shuska hummed, working on cleaning their mess of papers.

Ashoal turned his eyes to her and hummed "I…..I think I'm going to leave them in each ones spot at the dining table… Let them find their letter in their own times" he answered softly, a warm smile on his lips. He went out of his recent comfort zone to pull Shuska against him in a tight hug and just held her for a few moments. "Thank you" he muttered down against her hair.

Shuska had squeaked at being pulled away from her work and chuckled in turn, wrapping her arms around him in turn.

"Any time sweetheart. And Ash? Go ahead and take the book with you, it may help the others understand if they have more questions than you have answers to" she cooed.

the cerulean nodded, releasing her and closing the book after tucking the letters in to mark his page. "You don't know how much your help means to me Shus. Especially with how I would act and treated you and your family here." he hummed, standing and starting towards the front door.

Shuska shook her head, picking up the bin and the last few balls of paper. "Think nothing of it Ash. Even with your attitude, i knew you were still a good person. even if you were nasty at times" she chuckled lightly, elbowing him in the arm as she passed him by with a sharp clip to her step.

Ashoal cracked a proper smile and chuckled to himself. This place had been a second home to him while he was attempting to court Tannos, and while he regretted much of what he had done, she was right in the end.

with a quick goodbye, he left the library with the promise to return to his friends soon.

***

Upon reaching home, Ashoal got to work setting things up. The kitchen was cleaned and his lovers letters sat upon either side of the book with their name and a single rose from the plants he had bred just for each of his mates. With the message from Viktor, he had taken time to go and made the bed in the back room, leaving an extra quilt on the end of the bed for the Moirail that would be brought over.

Ashoal was worried about the conversations he knew were to come, but he knew they would make it through.

*****************************

The letters are the same, simply one written for each Rutaci and Viktor in turn:

My dear Matesprit,

I would like to lead this letter with an apology. I know that i have been distant, almost cold to the both of you, refusing your touch, the want to connect and hold, everything

I have been scared. For my health and for your reactions to the knowledge I am imparting to you. The book accompanying this letter has a page marked to explain better the mark I have round upon myself, and that the three of us sported on that beautiful night that feels like it was both yesterday and so long ago.

the mark I now bear is the one labeled as 'Fertility' in the book, and from the studies our dear Librarian and I have made, it seems that I have come to be similar to a Mother Grub of sorts.

there are historical texts that describe something similar being the norm in the past, but without the magic the odd hornless ones posses. I am unsure how to proceed with these bits of knowledge, but i do know one thing

I am afraid

I don't know if I'll lay an egg, a clutch, or even have a live birth like some lusii do.

I do however know that with you next to me, all things are possible.

I love you my dear

I hope you will be as happy as i am to know that there will be a grub here, made from the love our matespritship has created.

~Ashoal Magree

"You think I haven't TRIED?!"

Ashoal growled, standing from the desk he and Shuska had been studying at. In recent weeks, ashoal had been quite sensitive with what had been going on with his body. Longer showers, nearly refusing to show himself to his mates, even going so far as to refuse shared showers or midnight romps with his mates when they were home.

He had promised and tried to convince them both that he was alright, hoping but knowing they would worry about him no matter what he said.

"Ashoal, youve come to me for my help and ive done all that i can. The Grey-fae have their own odd magics and this is as close to any answer we can get" The small lime said softly. Standing, Shuska moved over to place a gentle on the ceruleans back. He looked down to her with a soft frown on his lips, a soft sigh escaping as he let his eyes fall back to the books on the table.

"Youre right" he muttered, reaching up and removing his glasses to rub his eyes. "I'm just.... Shuska HOW do i tell them? 'Oh by the way im acting as a mother grub, be careful with me' ? Shuska do you know how INSANE that sounds?" he almost hissed, fixing his glasses and turning to place his hands on the table.

Everything felt like it was crashing down around him, and Ashoal didnt know what to do. He shifted over and plopped down into his chair. "I dont know how" he repeated, voice soft as he allowed his head to be dropped into his hands.

Shuska was quiet as he did this, silently looking around the old wood of the shelves around them. With a deep breath, she wandered over and put a gentle hand on Ashoals shoulder. "write them letters" came her soft answer. "Write them each a letter and explain to your mates how scared you are. Tell hem that way so you dont have to use your voice and choke again" she hummed softly.

Ashoal swallowed and looked up to her, nodding as his hand came up to lightly settle over hers. "Would.....would you help me?" he asked softly, the lime nodding and offering him a soft smile.

"of course I can"

***

Ashoakl looked to the crumpled pile of papers between him and what used to be an empty bin, now overflowing to the floor. They had been working at this for what felt like hours, but finally he felt the letters he had written for his mates were as good as they would get.

"So....giving them to each one directly or are you planning on leaving them for each to find?" Shuska hummed, working on cleaning their mess of papers.

Ashoal turned his eyes to her and hummed "I.....I think im going to leave them in each ones spot at the dining table... Let them find their letter in their own times" he answered softly, a warm smile on his lips. He went out of his recent comfort zone to pull shuska against him in a tight hug and just held her for a few moments. "Thank you" he muttered down against her hair.

Shuska had squeaked at being pulled away from her work and chuckled in turn, wrapping her arms around him in turn.

"Any time sweetheart. And Ash? Go ahead and take the book with you, it may help the others understand if they have more questions than you have answers to" she cooed.

the cerulean nodded, releasing her and closing the book after tucking the letters in to mark his page. "You dont know how much your help means to me Shus. Especially with how I would act and treated you and your family here." he hummed, standing and starting towards the front door.

Shuska shook her head, picking up the bin and the last few balls of paper. "Think nothing of it Ash. Even with your attitude, i knew you were still a good person. even if you were nasty at times" she chuckled lightly, elbowing him in the arm as she passed him by with a sharp clip to her step.

Ashoal cracked a proper smile and chuckled to himself. This place had been a second home to him while he was attempting to court Tannos, and while he regretted much of what he had done, she was right in the end.

with a quick goodbye, he left the library with the promise to return to his friends soon.

***

Upon reching home, Ashoal got to work setting things up. The kitchen was cleaned and his lovers letters sat upon either side of the book with their name and a single rose from the plants he had bred just for each of his mates. With the message from Viktor, he had taken time to go and made the bed in the back room, leaving an extra quilt on the end of the bed for the Moirail that would be brought over.

Ashoal was worried about the conversations he knew were to come, but he knew they would make it through.

* * * * * * * * *

The letters are the same, simply one written for each Rutaci and Viktor in turn:

My dear Matesprit,

I would like to lead this letter with an apology. I know that i have been distant, almost cold to the both of you, refusing your touch, the want to connect and hold, everything

I have been scared. For my health and for your reactions to the knowledge I am imparting to you. The book accompanying this letter has a page marked to explain better the mark I have round upon myself, and that the three of us sported on that beautiful night that feels like it was both yesterday and so long ago.

the mark I now bear is the one labeled as 'Fertility' in the book, and from the studies our dear Librarian and I have made, it seems that I have come to be similar to a Mother Grub of sorts.

there are historical texts that describe something similar being the norm in the past, but without the magic the odd horneless ones posses. I am unsure how to procede with these bits of knowledge, but i do know one thing

I am afraid

I dont know if I'll lay an egg, a clutch, or even have a live birth like some lusii do.

I do however know that with you next to me, all things are possible.

I love you my dear

I hope you will be as happy as i am to know that there will be a grub here, made from the love our matespritship has created.

~Ashoal Magree