#this was such a pleasant surprise to get in my inbox today

[hanilessa]

» :、♡  YOUR ATTENTION

` Summary: You pay a lot of attention to your newborn child, and your husband has only to watch it jealousy. He lacks your attention.

` Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, hints of jealousy

` Author’s notes: likes, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons or drabble. :3

part one! part two!

DILUC

Everyone knows that Diluc is quiet, assembled and calm. Always and in all situations. He rarely shows his real emotions to strangers. Because he doesn't trust them.

You've always been amazed at how differently he can behave with different people. And how "other" he is next to you.

Yes, he's calm and assembled too, expresses confidence and aristocracy, but when you're next to him, he becomes gentle and affectionate, ready to bathe you in love and care.

Therefore, when you have a son, it's difficult for him to ask you to pay attention to him too, given his calm nature. He feels very awkward, realizing that taking care of a child requires a lot of responsibility.

And he will be silent, watching in silence how gently and reverently you hold your son in your arms, singing a beautiful lullaby to him.

The sound of your voice makes Diluc feel very sleepy, and he also wants to get a little of your caress, falling asleep on your lap.

You will be surprised how clingy he becomes when you put your son to bed and Diluc immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Did you miss me?" Your voice and laughter flow like a pleasant melody in his ears, and the man relaxes, getting all your attention to himself.

"Yes. Can we spend today together?" Diluc's words sound pleading, as if he hasn't seen or felt you next to him for ages. And it was unbearable.

Taking advantage of the fact that his son has finally fallen asleep, Diluc leads you to living room, where you both can relax and enjoy each other's company.

As soon as you're in his arms, your son's loud crying startles you, and you look at your husband excitedly, preparing to rush to the nursery to comfort your child.

But Diluc only shakes his head, and a sly smile appears on his lips — not characteristic of him. Your knees are shaking.

"Don't worry, my love, the maids will take care of him. And you have to take care of me."

You think that sometimes he looks like Kaeya with his cunning tricks. But you nod, calming down, when the baby stops crying.

Now, please give him your affection and love, which he missed so much.

KAEYA

Kaeya is the exact opposite of his stepbrother. He is cocky, cunning, and very charming.

He loves to tease you and doesn't miss any opportunity to do so. Regardless of place, time and circumstance. He has nothing to be ashamed of, because in this way he shows his affection for you.

When your daughter is born, Kaeya's heart becomes soft and light, he no longer wants to tease or joke. He wants to show care for his child through gentleness.

But, when all your attention goes only to your daughter, the man feels a slight insecurity. Have you lost interest in him because he stopped teasing you?

All your attention is directed to your daughter, and Kaeya would be a liar if he said that he didn't understand why this was happening.

Your child is an angel in the flesh, so you're constantly next to her.

You're completely enchanted with your baby, which is why you haven't paid attention to your husband for a long time. And Kaeya doesn't intend to take it anymore.

He suddenly takes his daughter from your arms, and you let out a frightened squeak. He came up with a brilliant plan to get your attention and tease you in the process.

"Can I hold my daughter in my arms too?" You recognize your lover's signature smirk and pout your lips when he smiles slyly, realizing that your attention now belongs entirely to him.

He will laugh, circling with his daughter in his arms, while you, with an annoyed and worried face, will run after him.

You know that Kaeya is careful and won't let anything happen to your daughter while he's fooling around like that.

Your baby is in his reliable and strong embrace, so relax a little and rest with him.

"You have such a funny face, Y/n!"

And right now, it's more than enough for Kaeya to see your cute, funny face when he's around you and your daughter.

You're so funny and sweet when he teases you, which is why he's so happy to feel that excitement again and see the look of your embarrassed face, so keep keeping your attention on him.

KAMISATO AYATO

As the head of Kamisato Clan, Ayato is constantly busy with various important matters. He doesn't have much time to give you his attention. And because of this, he blames himself very much in this.

You don't blame him, realizing that he has a big responsibility, and humbly wait until he's free in the evening after work.

And while you're waiting for your husband, you spend most of your time around your newborn daughter. You used to have a lot of free time, but now you're constantly busy taking care of your child

So when Ayato realizes that he's tired and needs to be near you and rest, he gets a little disappointed when he sees that you're busy taking care of your daughter.

Ayato is a gentleman and will never insist that you give your attention to him immediately. He will wait.

Sure, he understands that the wait is always long and painful, but when you receive your prize after a long wait, it's always very sweet and exciting, isn't it?

If he really wants your unquestioning attention here and now, he will ask Ayaka to look after your baby.

He knew that you couldn't refuse his sister such a request, so your husband always took advantage of this weakness of yours.

When your child is in Ayaka's arms, you immediately find yourself in Ayato's arms, and the man winks at his sister in satisfaction, making you frown slightly.

Don't make that face! You know very well that he needs your attention, and now he takes what belongs to him.

You and he are alone in his office, and Ayato can let out a sigh of relief as you stop resisting his embrace and relax too.

"Are you doing this to avoid your job?" You ask slyly, teasing your husband.

He just chuckles and takes your face in his hands.

"No, my dear, I'm doing this to get your attention." He finishes talking and your lips meet his in a kiss.

Be with him now, hug him, kiss him, and he will also be with you, he will hug you and kiss you. He will give you his attention too.

THOMA

It's safe to say that Thoma is very economic and hardworking. The Kamisato estate is led by him, he confidently does his work.

This work brings him pleasure, communication with Ayaka and Ayato is very valuable to him. But sometimes he can get tired too, want your affection and care.

You're also a hardworking person, constantly busy with something, so you both rarely get to spend time together. And when your son was born, you had even less time.

Your husband was constantly at his work, and you were always busy taking care of the child, so you hardly noticed that Thoma really lacked your attention.

But speaking of Thoma, when he came home, he wanted your affection and attention, but you just smiled at him, holding your son in your arms, while he falls asleep.

The man lowers his eyebrows sadly, trying to make the cutest look he could. He was so sweet in that moment and you really couldn't resist it.

You asked Thoma to wait a little while you put your son in the cradle, making the man's eyes light up with sincere happiness.

He's very clingy when the two of you spend time together. Thoma loves to lay his head on your lap and enjoy the way you gently touch his hair with your hands.

"Let's take a break today from our duties and spend this beautiful day together." He says, and you understand that he really missed you and your attention.

You nod tiredly but happily and lead the man into the living room, where you both sit on the couch.

"Okay. Then tell me about how Ayato-sama and Ayaka-sama are doing. I want to visit them when I have free time."

"They will be very glad to see you, honey." Thoma nods and wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

For now, the two of you can relax, enjoying each other's company, and later visit Ayaka and Ayato with your child.

[yawnderu]

Simon letting Bimbo!reader put pow on his cock has woken something within me (your inbox finna get full of my user)

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[maximwtf]

Hii, I love your writing smmm!!!

Idk if you're still accepting requests but if you are, there was a new bts photo of Izzy's back and I was wondering if you could write about it? Maybe he's ashamed of his scars and the reader accidentally sees them? I know you like angst so I think this would be absolutely perfect for you :3

Izzy Hands x Reader

Words: 1960

Google docs pages: 3

Warnings: Description of scarring from a whip, yk the usual. Oh yeah, and french reader

Opening: The scars on Izzy’s back didn’t get any attention in s2 so being sweet to him about them is up to you. 

AN// Reader can be any gender! I’m putting these two requests together, due to them being similar. I’m also adding in the 3rd request because it’s been sitting in my inbox, I can’t see myself writing a whole fanfic for it and I think I could slide some of the content from there to this fic! But thank you so much for these requests, I had a blast with this one (for obvious reasons) and I hope yall like this too!!<33

“If you’d been happier not knowing”

Izzy usually hid any relations you had with him from the rest of the crew, at times you doubted if Edward even knew what was going on with you and his first mate. But the man was a rather private person, and didn’t like sharing whatever you had with him with others. Though, for an example he never paid no mind to you sleeping in his quarters, sometimes only asking if anyone had seen you enter the cabin. So you went along with his way of handling the unspoken relationship. Unspoken, as in neither of you had ever said out loud where you stood. One kiss in the past, and from there you’d been close like an old married couple, yet neither of you brought up what you wanted to call it. But at this point, it felt like you didn’t have to. Being with the grumpy first mate felt natural, even if anyone in the crew would disagree with that being possible. 

Though, as many nights and days as you’d spent with the man, you knew there were still things about him that even you didn’t know about. Sure, he rarely talked about his feelings and you knew about that to a certain level. But you found yourself often wondering about his past; where he’d come from and what his past on the sea had been like earlier. Since you had only met him after joining Blackbeard’s crew, and by then the first mate had been alongside the black bearded man for years. But even when he was slightly buzzed, he never stumbled upon talking about his past. The most you knew was of their former captain, Hornigold. But of those times neither of them rarely spoke of, which to your demise made you even more intrigued. 

But of course you knew the man well enough to not go and start asking him questions such as those straight away, out of nowhere. Even if it was just the two of you, you bet he’d lie to you. Maybe to save your ears from whatever he was hiding, or to save himself from having to remember. Neither of the options sounding too pleasant.

So as much as you wanted to get closer to him and know more about the man, you left it up for him. Left it until he would eventually tell you more about himself. After all, life at the sea from a young age like him could have caused him to see a thing or two before becoming the person he was today. The sea wasn’t a kind place to live, especially for a young pirate. And from the stories you’d heard of Hornigold, being raised from a boy to a man in a crew like his must have been anything but pleasant at times. 

So, the night you came to find more of the first mate had come as a surprise. Almost making you wish the topic would have come around in a different way. 

You didn’t spend each night in his quarters, knowing the man didn’t want to make the relationship known to everyone on the ship. Though, this night was one of those where you kept tossing and turning. Keeping your eyes shut felt almost impossible, and your chest ached for the company of someone. And you knew well who that was, Izzy. You also knew that he was most certainly still awake, no matter the late hour of the night. How he still always managed to be up before everyone else, you did not know. 

So you got up from the hammock, checking that no one else was around and made your way to his quarters. The ship was quiet as always at night, only the sound of snoring coming through the walls every now and then. But the further you walked, the more silent even that became. 

The door was quiet, the closing of it only making a faint sound. You turned from the door to find the man you’d been looking for. Though, that action caused you to see something he’d never shown you before. His back, bare. Old scars running across his back, both sides of his shoulder blades to his lower back, bruised with what you could only guess had been a whip. From a cat o’ nine tails. 

Your hand moved over your mouth on its own, covering the saddened frown from your lips, yet leaving your eyes uncovered with compassion flaming in them. And as long as this moment had felt like, it snapped broken as the man turned to face you. The expression on his face telling you everything you needed to know. He hadn’t meant to show that to you. The shame and a hint of something resembling anger almost made you turn around and leave. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. Not now that you knew. 

Your hand fell from your mouth, carefully reaching out to the man sitting in the faint light of a lantern. “Izzy-”, you gasped out, not sure what to say, as he hadn’t spoken his mind yet. “Get out.” The first mate muttered, hand searching for his shirt in the dark of the room, the movement rather panicked. You bit your lower lip, wanting to do as he said but also having a feeling that it wouldn’t actually help anyone. “No, I can’t. Not now.” You ended up protesting against his command, and to your surprise the man sitting on the bed with his gaze on his feet didn’t say anything against it. 

“Mon chéri…” You started again, voice a little softer this time. You felt his eyes scan your form, turning his gaze away from you as soon as he noticed that you’d been looking back at him. As he usually did when he was upset. 

You frowned, walking over to the bed and carefully sitting down to the very edge of it. Just in case he wanted to shoo you away still. Though you believed for him to not do so, seeing as your last comment had gotten him to ease out a little. “Sans toi, je ne suis rien. So please, talk to me.” You almost whispered, that being the last hope you had of getting the man to talk to you. If he felt like it. 

You’d been about to place your hand on his shoulder, but he’d turned around just in time for you to pull back swiftly. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, somehow his expression turning back to normal for a moment. “Wasn’t careful enough and a wild cat attacked me from the back. Nothing more.” He said, eyes moving away from you yet again. He was lying, of course he was. 

You stayed silent for a moment, just as he had done earlier. He seemed to have some kind of walls around him to protect himself from harm concerning the scarring. Which you understood, but it hurt to watch him have to make up stories to replace the real events from his mind. “Mon licorne, you don’t have to tell me. But I would like to know.” Your hand rose again, this time making contact with the man’s shoulder. He visibly tensed up for a moment, the touch on his bare skin so foreign to the man. “No need to dwell in the past, dear.” Izzy said, feeling as he sideyed you for a reaction. Your eyes stayed on him, hand slowly moving to the first mate’s upper back, carefully tracing the very tip of one of the scars. Izzy almost pulled away, but froze and leaned back to where he’d sat before. “I wanted to tell you, to show you what you would  be signing up for.” He started, voice low in tone. You listened, not interrupting him. “But I couldn’t find it in me to do so in the end.” A sight left him after that, seemingly finished with whatever he’d wanted to say. 

You hadn’t even noticed the way you’d started chewing on your inner lip, holding back a pained frown from appearing on your face. “I apologise for barging in, then.” You replied, hand carefully tracing the scar from the middle of his back to the other end of the scar. He sat still, allowing you to do so. “Got in a bit of trouble on Hornigold’s ship.” Izzy commented, seemingly knowing and remembering exactly which scar you’d traced. You stayed silent, eyes scanning the scars next to the one you’d touched. The others near it must’ve been from the same whip. But there was another bundle of scars on the other side of his back, seemingly from another time. Those were deeper, and from the look of it done by someone not keen on the man. 

You reached for the other scars, gently tracing the one closest to you. He tensed up a little, making you unconsciously place your free hand on his forearm for comfort. To your surprise he raised his own hand, placing it on top of yours. “The Royal Navy caught onto us.” He said, breaking the silence that had creeped its way between the two of you. You traced the scar to the very end of it, leaning back after to look at him. “Did you think I would leave if I knew?” You asked carefully, but the air wasn’t tense even after the question. It rarely was with just the two of you. His eyes looked into yours as he thought of what to say. He’d been more afraid of you realising why he was the way he was if you knew. He didn’t care for how they looked, no one could see them through his clothes. But like this he was vulnerable. But now that didn’t matter. “Maybe. But that’s in the past by now.” He said, a sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. You tried to smile, for his sake. “I care for you, and if you seemed happier not knowing, I couldn’t have done that to you.” He added, his eyes staying on yours as he spoke. 

You didn’t know if that was the truth, but it didn’t matter. For one night, all of this had been enough for the both of you. If he had more secrets, he would come to you and open up if he needed. And now he knew that. You tilted your head, the hand from his shoulder moving to the nape of his neck as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Je t’aime, Izzy.” You could only whisper after pulling away ever so slightly. 

The ship swayed gently as you watched him look at you with what you knew was his way of showing love. He might have not been a man of many loving words, but hearing you speak your own first language to him melted something that had been casted in layers of ice within him for a long time. He leaned his head against your hand. 

Translations: mon chéri: my dear, mon licorne: my unicorn, sans toi, je ne suis rien: without you, I’m nothing

AN// Sorry if there is any delay with recent requests, I’ve fallen into a TADC Caine coma and cannot think of anything but that floating pair of dentures.

[eldritch-spouse]

just scrolled pretty much to the bottom of ur blog.. can we get slitplay with bregg maybe ? <3 it seems like it'd be hot to finger him...

[Sorry for the wait, I'm just now getting to some of the asks buried in my inbox. 💀]

(Minors dni)

" Are you sure this won't hurt you? "

Breg picked a strange reward.

Stranger than you were expecting, that is. Getting the large breeder to not only behave but make semi-pleasant conversation with your friends at a party is a miracle, one you had to make a deal for. It's cheap and kind of gross, but you were too tired to sit Breg down for a long talk, so you just told him you'd perform a sex act of his choosing if he not only put something on but made an effort to socialize with your friends.

Of course he agreed. And most importantly, he fulfilled his end of the deal with minimal hiccups, something that genuinely surprised you. As usual, you stuck around for a socially acceptable length of time and promptly left. The moment you made it home however, Breg shed all his clothes and pushed you into the bedroom with jarring speeds. Now, you expected something along the lines of him wanting to fuck you raw, legs up to your chest. Maybe try anal, or who knows, lift you onto his cocks like you weigh less than a fucking feather.

Imagine your shock when the large pale monster merely deposits you on the edge of your bed and stands, telling you to play with his slit. You didn't even understand what he meant at first, probably because Breg gets hard so easily that you never really have the time to study that part of his anatomy. Nonetheless, curiosity beckoned you to humor the horny being eagerly awaiting your touch, and that leads to the present moment.

" O-Of course not. " Breg rushes out, meeting your skeptical glance with a heated grin as he frames his slightly flushed slit at you. That tail is thumping your carpet impatiently, only getting faster the more you stall.

You shrug, placing soft palms against his thighs and rubbing slow circles there. " Uh- W-What am I supposed to do here? " Quite frankly, you don't have much experience with monster kind, certainly not enough to understand where to go from here.

" Anything. " The breeder huffs, a whine of frustration flowing from his lips when you refuse to move.

" Very helpful. "

" Just... " Breg grabs one of your hands, placing it directly against his heated pouch. " F-Finger me... Please? "

Okay, maybe hearing him beg for it did something for you. It certainly gives you material to work with. " Good boy. " You praise, deciding to start with something simple while you trace the length of said wet slit with your thumb. Fuck, he's already so slick... You suppose it's natural for a type of monster literally referred to as "breeder", but it never ceases to fascinate you. Breg spreads his legs a little, pushing into the contact slightly. One thumb becomes two, tracing smooth patterns on the edges of the thin rift as it oozes.

" You did well for me today. " Gotta get that positive reinforcement in somehow, so he remembers to behave next time as well. " Didn't you? "

Breg nods quickly, a soft noise escaping his throat. " Y-Yes, yes I d- " The rest of his sentence is cut off when you experimentally dip your index into the bottom of his opening. For a monster that runs cold, this part of him is actually quite warm. Or is that just because he's aroused and there's more blood flow in the area? " Aahn- I did! "

You don't meet much, if any, resistance as you slide it in to the knuckle. Huh. The sensation is definitely not the same as a vaginal canal, the walls of his slit are very smooth, there's no spongy texture that might give away any pleasurable areas. Plus, he's so slimy that it feels as if what you're fingering is all vaguely amorphous. Nonetheless, you curl your digit, searching perhaps in vain for something to guide you here. Breg certainly appears to be getting something out of this, his face flushed a deep ocean blue while the breeder's flesh twitches minutely around the intrusion. He's looking down at you with such lurid enjoyment, it makes you wonder if playing with slits is a taboo thing for most monsters. Maybe he's just really into this type of stuff.

You remove said digit, raising a brow at the low noise of frustration that leaves Breg. Honestly, the nerve this fucker has to almost growl at you when you're indulging his weird little fetishes. Clicking your tongue in disapproval, you punish the breeder by shoving two at the same time, roughly, knowing he's more than lubed enough to deal with it. A high-pitched keen follows as Breg bucks into your hand. Much better.

This time, as you prod around amidst some gentle thrusting motions that spread slicks everywhere, your fingertips graze against something that has the breeder visibly shiver. You stop. That's... Oh, those are his cocks! So he's probably erect by now, right? Doesn't it hurt to keep them in? Is this dangerous? You cautiously rub what you believe to be the undersides of his members, squished together by the tightness of his own genital pouch. Breg jerks a leg up and begins panting hard, encouraging your quick strokes with a long, shaky moan.

Hot.

" Shouldn't you... Let them out? " You question, getting a little concerned as you remove both fingers.

The slit begins bulging in a telltale fashion while his shafts prepare to expose themselves, though the motion is jarringly halted by the bredder's own long fingers, which dip to not only cover his entrance but shove his cocks back in, as far as he can. Breg groans under the pressure, slit gushing what must be globs of precum right in front of you. You're admittedly getting very turned on by the sight, which calls into question how much of a degenerate you might be. This monster is certainly awaking all sorts of nasty things within you.

" N-No. Keep going, please please- "

Alright, you fucking slut.

The way his slit almost resembles a woman's own orifice has you questioning if you can do something else entirely. So, when Breg pulls his hand away, you plant a kiss right in the middle of that shinny blue stripe. Breg makes a sharp hiss and steadies one hand on the wall, the remaining one hovering near your head. " Yes! T-That, yes! "

Yep. This is going to be so weird.

Emboldened, you begin placing more kisses along the length of it, going as far as to lick him from the bottom up, enjoying the gruff pant of appreciation you get in return. Too curious to stall, it's only a matter of seconds before you're spreading his slit enough to plunge your comparatively small tongue in. It feels... Odd, to say the least. By virtue of how much bigger Breg is, you have to be careful not to accidentally shove your nose in as well. Nonetheless, you begin looking for places to stimulate inside him, feeling mildly awkward. The breeder hasn't stopped making clipped noises this entire time, his spare palm rising to cover a good portion of his face in a display of shame that ruffles you a little due to how rare it is to see him in such a state. You're pretty sure he started drooling through his fingers when you glanced up to gouge his reaction, tongue still crammed in his entrance.

The second the tip of your muscle finds his members, you know you've hit gold, because Breg bucks and rocks helplessly above you, stepping closer in a blind search for more. You have to actually grab his hips to stop the male, though it doesn't do much, your face is already caked in his precum thanks to that lovely stunt. The sight of you trying to lick the excess away makes him half-moan half-chuckle. Speaking of, that gives you an idea. The next time you dip in to lick the heads of his lengths from inside, you make sure to hum against the monster's flesh, wondering if the stimulus would be significant enough to-

" Ohh ffffuck yes- Mm' T-That feels- "

Oh, it's working alright.

In spite of this definitely being the weirdest instance of oral sex in your entire life, you find yourself taking satisfaction in it. It somehow makes you feel more in control, and if nothing else, it's definitely much easier than trying to take one of Breg's cocks down your throat. You think he's getting close. Between the wet slaps of your chin being forced closer to his pelvis, courtesy of that massive hand of his, and the twitching of his shafts against your tongue, you know the breeder's going to orgasm soon and you're looking forward to seeing how that works from inside. Can he even ejaculate if his genitals aren't exposed?

Breg snaps you out of your internal inquiries by forcing your head back gently, having to cover his own slit again. Mild confusion paints your already sticky face, wondering what his deal is now. It's a shocking amount of self-control for this monster to stop right as he's about to come. " Get... Get the thing, I want to- To try something. " He huffs.

" The thing? " Very descriptive.

Breg's features twist in a noticeable effort to formulate one, entire, coherent thought right now. " The fucking- I-It makes a buzzing noise. "

You blink. " I'm not putting my phone in- "

" No! " Your horndog of a partner exclaims, getting frustrated as his previous bliss starts fading away. " The other thing, it- It's like- I don't know-! "

It dawns on you. " My vibrator... " You murmur. How does he know about that? You never told him about that old thing. He's been messing around your room, without your permission. Again. That in itself should warrant immediate punishment, but you'll deal with it later- Far too fascinated by the current events to care.

" Yes! That! " He has the audacity to wag his tail at you.

Grumbling quietly, you reach for a small compartment within your closet and withdraw the very same toy you've had for years now- Hoping it was still charged. Aha, it is. Which can only mean Breg has been messing with it when you're not around. Again, the sheer nerve... Glancing from the toy to the monster's slit, it only takes a few moments of vapid silence for you to understand what he wants to do, which makes you lift an incredulous brow at the pale creature. Breg's only response is to sheepishly grin and look away. This might actually be entertaining.

Taking initiative, you settle behind the breeder this time. This instance might be one of the few situations where your massive height difference comes in handy, because you get a great view of his slit while standing. Turning the thing on at a standard frequency, you stroke it along the length of Breg's slit, alternating between slow and quick swipes just to drive him crazy. If the way his legs shake is any indication, then vibrators might actually be something fun to introduce into your bedroom time from now on. Not giving the monster much time to process said motions, you carefully slide the toy inside, humming curiously at the way his pouch greedily welcomes it. You wonder how much depth it actually has.

Breg's pornstar-worthy cry could make anyone flush in second-hand shame. " This is what you're into? " You joke, slowly thrusting the vibrator in and out of his slick flesh. You need to find a position where it brushes his cocks somehow.

" Ahn- Mmm? " Poor thing can't even speak, just gasps and leans onto you. " W-Well, mmay- Oh holy shhh- "

There we go.

Giggling in pure amusement, you make fast long pistons with the toy, not only fucking it deep into Breg, but making sure it slides against both his cocks with each plunge. You grab onto his waist, the rough movement forcing gushes of precum out of the monster's opening, as well as frantically disgusting noises. He shakes and curls forward, hips unsure whether to thrust or lean back from the constant vibrations, tail coiled around your midsection for stability. You only get a choked excuse of a desperate cry as a warning before Breg's coming abruptly.

And by God is it something to witness.

You fuck the monster through his orgasm, both the toy and your hand getting coated in ropes of pearly thick cum that has no choice but to nearly jet itself out every time you pull back the slightest amount, spreading everywhere. It's like a depraved fountain of sorts. Some of it oozes down his slit and coats his legs, a huge mess being made of not only your carpet but your poor bed as well. Worth it.

By the time Breg is done howling in ecstacy and starts whimpering in overstimulation, you slow the motions down and turn the toy off while you remove it carefully, getting to see his full-body shudder of pleasure as his cocks finally squeeze out, coated in cum and still twitching the rest of his climax out. The view alone makes you want to do it all over again.

" T-Thank you so much, angel. That was... That was perfect. " Breg finally says after gathering enough brain cells to speak, having to lean fully against the wall for support.

You glance at the vibrator in your grasp, and then back at his ragged form, nothing innocent in your head.

" Clean up, we're going to a sex shop. "

[lunaetis]

@starspurn asked :

"ah, miss eden. how pleasant to see you again. a moment of your time, if you will?" penacony's dreamscape is vast and bright, a shiny play pen for those who'd while away their hours amongst the supposed splendor. aventurine's on the clock, but even he spared a moment to blow off steam at the slot machines. his prize, a large stuffed toy, is not to his own taste. he'd sooner offer it to another. "would you accept this gift?" whether it's accepted or not, he bends to press a brief and chaste kiss to the back of her hand. "and ... do think about my offer of friendship, hm?"

inbox call. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER had been going back to this particular slot machine for a few days, now, having her eyes set on the large stuffed animal with an adorable silly little face. she was determined to win it, scouring around to collect the tokens needed. however, LADY LUCK wasn't liking her all that much. many days she tried and failed to get the said price, and today marked a whole week of her attempt in winning the item.

                only to see the LARGE STUFFED RACCOON she had been working hard to get a hold of within the arms of a certain risk taker.

                " AH !! " eyes wide, gloved digits pointing at the silly raccoon he had in hold even before his greeting was registered into her mind. how did he get it !? she probably had blown through her allowance and even some of the TOKENS she managed to find throughout her exploration within the dreamscape. eden had lost count of how many she used while aiming for that stuffed raccoon. and he got it !?

                whether it was his intention or a simple coincidence to give a peace offering gift, eden's aureate hues lit up the moment he offered the plush to her. it was difficult to mask her EXCITEMENT even when a part of her was yelling to not make it too obvious. pulling the soft plush towards her, the chaste kiss he placed to the back of her hand came as a SURPRISE. with one arm hugging the stuffed raccoon towards her and she buried the bottom half of her face into its head. damn. it's so soft.

                " thank you. " did this count as a bribe ? perhaps. whether he meant it to be one or not, it was AN EFFECTIVE MOVE on his end. luck was certainly on his side. the trailblazer didn't like owing someone, whether it be a favor or a gift, so her gloved digits reached out to grab his wrist. all the while, she held the raccoon plush to her protectively. " what is it you need from me ? "

[womburt]

Hello again Womburt! I hope your dong well, I’m here with a request if your up for it: poly Hels Ex and reader where reader borrows/steals the other two’s cloths. -🌖anon

Thief; Helsknight x Reader x Evil X

Hi 🌖 !!!! I am doing well thank you <3

I was thrilled to get this ask in my inbox too, perfect opportunity for more fluff mwuhahahaha

Enjoy my friend!! <3

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“Loves, have either of you seen my sweater?”

Y/n’s voice echoed throughout the home they shared with their partners, bouncing off of wooden walls and searching for the men in question. They were met with no reply, leaving them confused.

Y/n hadn't heard either of them leave this morning, EX and Hels always came to let them know before they went out into the world. Sure, they’d slept in a little later than usual, but their partners still usually made an effort to leave a note for them. Today they’d woken up to nothing but an empty house.

Y/n stood up straight, pushing closed the drawer to their dresser and resting their hands on their hips.Their hair was messy with sleep, typically one of their partners would be right around the corner ready to tease them. Y/n frowned and looked around, eyes searched the bedroom carefully, in search of a suitable replacement for the sweater they’d been looking for.

They eventually landed on a piece of clothing strung over the foot of the bed. Recognizing its dark color instantly, Y/n smiled to themself, approaching the lump of fabric with a skip in their step. They plucked it from the bed easily, tugging it over their head with a pleasant sigh. If they couldn’t locate their own sweater, then Hels’ would definitely do the trick.

The sleeves fell over the ends of the arms, swallowing their hands into its yarn-y embrace. Y/n didn't bother rolling them up, enjoying the way it surrounded them. They could smell him on the collar, a quiet mixture of cinnamon and mahogany: it was overwhelmingly Hels.

Satisfied with their theft, Y/n moved to go downstairs in search of some kind of breakfast. They took the steps one at a time, not in any sort of rush. The wood creaked below their feet, worn-in and well-loved from all the time Y/n and their partners spent in the home. They’d come to know every way that the floor shifted underneath them, no creaking sound was surprising to them anymore.

The entryway to the kitchen stood before them. Y/n made their way in causally, swinging the sweater sleeves as they walked. Bright light came in through a nearby window, dusting the space with gold. Y/n paused for a second before changing their course of direction.

They slipped over toward the window, unlatching it and sliding the glass open. A gentle breeze made its way through the opening, ruffling Y/n’s hair. From the outside they could hear the sounds of the morning. Some chirps from their chickens, the way the trees shook as the wind moved through them. Y/n left the window, but the sounds followed them.

Poking around in the cabinets for something to satiate their hunger, Y/n found the ingredients for one of their favorite breakfasts. Smiling to themself, they busied themself with preparing the food.

Quiet kitchen noises joined the sympathy of morning coming from the window. Y/n made their food peacefully, adjusting their usual recipe to make the product size smaller than usual. After all, their boyfriends weren’t around to eat it with them.

Metal scraped against ceramic as they ate, watching the window from on top of the counter. Y/n let their legs hang off the side, swinging their feet and trying not to kick the cabinet underneath. They watched the outside again, frowning when even after they’d finished eating, their partners were nowhere in sight.

They hopped down smoothly, pushing up Hels’ sweater sleeves so they could do the dishes. Turning on the tap and setting their utensils in the sink, Y/n got to work cleaning up their mess. The process was slow, Y/n couldn’t help but look at the open window every now and then.

When they’d run out of dishes to wash and excuses to wait for their lovers to come home, Y/n sighed and decided they needed to start their work for the day. Patting their hands dry on a nearby towel, Y/n pushed their hair out of their face and made their way to the back door.

Just outside was their flower garden, and they knew it would be bursting with blossoms ready to be plucked. They’d taken an inventory of their floral shop the day before and knew it needed restocking.

Looking to the ground, Y/n realized their work boots were missing. Opening their mouth to call out their confusion to their partners, Y/n paused before the words could even leave their mouth. Looking to the ground again, Y/n’s eyes landed on another pair of shoes.

“EX won’t mind,” they muttered to themself, sitting down to slip their feet into the, much larger, boots. They were worn in from years of use, the black souls scuffed with age. Although they didn’t fit right, Y/n still felt perfectly comfortable within them. They leaned over to pull the laces tighter, feeling a little bit like a child playing dress up. When they’d determined the laces were tight enough to keep the shoes on their feet, Y/n stood up straight again and left through the back door, intent on pruning their garden.

~

“You forgot the note?”

EX asked, looking at Hels with widened eyes and a frown. His counterpart simply shrugged his shoulders, continuing his walk home.

“I thought you went in to tell them we were leaving, what else would you have gone back to the bedroom for?”

EX buried his face in his hands, shoes dragging in the dirt as a result of his lack of vision. He sighed aloud, looking back up when he nearly tripped over a rock. He let his hand settle over his mouth instead, mumbling his reply.

“mcrocs”

Hels furrowed his brows, bringing his hands up to rest on his hips.

“Your what?”

EX huffed and dropped his hand back to his side.

“My crocs! I went back for my crocs!”

Both were silent, still trudging back to the house. It was Hels who broke first, sparing a glance to the red and hole-y gag gift that Doc had given to EX for his last birthday. Hels had forgotten that EX was wearing them.

“Of course. Your crocs, how could I forget?”

“They’re comfortable! I-”

“Look, they’ve got the window open! They’re awake, I hope they’re not worried,” Hels interrupted, pointing toward the house they were quickly approaching. EX could confirm that the window was indeed cracked open, something Y/n was known to do most mornings.

“Reckon they’re out back?” EX asked rhetorically, picking up his pace to see if his suspicions were correct.

It was only a few minutes later that the two found themself rounding the gate that blocked off the backyard. Miles of flowers blossomed over the plains, and smack-dab in the center of them: a sleepy Y/n, bent over to pluck some nearby tulips.

It was Hels that shouted out to them first, bellowing their name with a grin and a hand to his mouth. They stood up abruptly, dropping their basket of collected flowers in their fluster, spinning to find the culprit. Hels waved at them enthusiastically, grabbing EX’s hand so that they could both hurry over to their partner.

“Good morning my loves!” Y/n greeted as soon as they were within a reasonable distance, reaching their arms out for a hug. They went to take a step toward the pair, but found themself stuck on a root. Within a moment, Y/n’s face fell, along with their sense of balance. With one foot caught on a root, Y/n quickly found themself plummeting forward. They stuck their hands out in defense, hoping to catch themself and take most of the impact on their hands rather than their head.

“Easy!” They could vaguely hear Hels shout at them, a pair of gloved hands coming out to catch them. EX’s grip was solid, hooking under their arms and blocking their fall. They looked up at him, finding he was already staring down at them with concern.

“Alright dear?” He asked lowly, eyes scanning them over for any injury. When their shoes came into his sight, EX’s posture relaxed further, a mischievous smile coming over his lips.

“Nice boots.”

Y/n glanced down at their feet, remembering the black leather shoes they’d borrowed this morning. Their eyes soon drifted to EX’s feet, matching his smirk with a look of their own.

“I like your crocs.”

Hels’ giggle could be heard from beside them. EX flushed a deep red, helping Y/n to stand up straight and letting go of them when they were safely upright.

“Touché” he mumbled under his breath. Y/n giggled and reached up to pinch his red cheek, looking at their other boyfriend.

Hels was watching them, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk painted over his face.

“Is that my sweater?”

Y/n rolled their eyes, walking closer to him, careful not to trip over any other roots. They wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling the knight in for a hug.

“It’s just so soft, I think I’ll keep it.”

Hels scoffed, and a hand came to rest on Y/n’s waist. They turned to find EX standing behind them, his head coming to rest on their shoulder.

“Looks better on you anyway, Hels has more than enough sweaters to share.” EX was quiet in Y/n’s ear, enough to send shivers down their spine, but not so that the knight couldn’t hear too.

Said ravenet gave in with a sigh. He wrapped his arms around Y/n’s front, effectively squishing the gardener between himself and EX.

“He’s not wrong, you look adorable.”

Y/n smashed their face into Hels’ chest, hiding in the fabric of his shirt. EX’s hand rubbed soothingly on their back, both of their boyfriends laughing at their distress. Y/n had to admit, if all it took to get cuddles was wearing their boyfriends’ clothes, they’d have to borrow from their closets more often.

[yooniesim]

i might ramble a bit here, i hope you dont mind, and its ok if you decide to delete this ask instead of posting it :)

i've found your content quite recently, and i really enjoy your CC! it has added a very nice touch to my game, especially your teeth sets, and ig i just wanted to let you know that! finding out that you were one of the rare CC creators who keep their stuff free was a really pleasant surprise

i honestly never understood the paywall thing. modding was never supposed to be an income source. coming from other modding communities back to ts4 after taking a break from the game is always such a jarring experience. i swear no other community has anything like this going on, i dont know how ppl can look at this and think it's normal, or even go out of their way to defend it

this community is honestly so stressful, and i'm not even up to date with any drama bc i stay as far away from that side of the community as possible... ig it's just. very refreshing to see someone speak out abt it from time to time

i hope you have an excellent day! don't forget to hydrate, it's important! sorry for rambling on your inbox, i had some scattered thoughts and no one to talk to abt them

Hi nonny! Thank you for the kind words 💜 I'm glad you enjoy my cc, and no worries at all about rambling- we all need to now and again! (I especially know this well lol)

I agree with what you said about paywalling and how stressful this community is. Remember to take care of yourself too, nonny! When it gets a little too much, I just log off to play my game or spend time with my family. And cuddle with my cat! That really makes me feel better haha.

(And sometimes these days I go and play other modded games like stardew, skyrim, and fallout... makes me feel normal about the whole anti-monetization thing again ajdhkfh)

Feel free to come back and chat anytime, and I hope you're having a good day today~

[meowzfordayz]

I just wanted to stop by and wish you a happy weekend!! 😁🙌🏽🤸🏽‍♀️ so happy for the holiday, because I'm tired af mon ami. 😮‍💨 but please stay well hydrated bcuz I feel like it's gonna be a hot weekend. 🌞🌡🫠😭 and if you're going to the beach or sitting by the pool, or just plan on being in the sun in general, pls wear sunscreen and remember to reapply after a hour our two. K bye 😜🤗💖✨️🫶🏽

Heyo !! ☺️ Always a pleasant surprise to find you in my inbox! 🤭 I hope you're resting lots this weekend? 😤😴 You deserve it! Aaand Ik you rarely sleep enough hmpf.

I wish I was going to the beach or a pool hah 😝, but I get to work this weekend (9 hrs yesterday, 5 hrs today) — picked up a couple shifts before my ~official start day to help out 1 of my 2 summer jobs this weekend. 🤑

I bought this shimmery sunscreen (on sale) a while back, so now I thoroughly enjoy wearing sun protection. 😂✨✨

Sending you pink lemonade and freshly rolled sushi vibes !! 💝🍱

[mangomybeloved]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

:0!!! this was a pleasant surprise to see in my inbox ty anon!

5 songs I listen to:

liar by paramore (this is probs my favorite song from their latest album it's very good!!)

maneater by nelly furtado (this is one i listen to both out of nostalgia but also for moments when I want to feel like a very badass vampire)

moon girl magic by diamond white (ive started the new moon girl and devil dinosaur and THE THEME SONG??? is so incredibly catchy, it's all i've been listening to today morning)

GROWING UP IS _ by ruel (this song is just a big mood and also very catchy to listen to, 10/10!)

the only exception by paramore (yes paramore again i love them so much <3, also this song is just so sweet and romantic and makes me so 🥺 i think its probs one of my fave romantic songs cause its like tells being doubtful abt love but wanting to try anyways like its so good wah)

[veiledfox]

Just letting you know I love this blog and think you're really cool I'd interact more but I'm just a weeney

} Full honesty, my mood's kinda just been on a steady decline today because things that I've been wanting to get done just aren't playing out in my favor. I saw an inbox notification and wasn't really sure what to expect since I shared an ask meme, mentioned I've been wanting to get the Edenmorn coat from E12S in FFXIV, and mentioned I've been kinda okay and kinda down both.

Seeing it was something like this, as simple as it was, was a really pleasant surprise and, complete honesty, it did make me tear up for a few minutes. Thank you for this.

[faetxlity]

My little gremlin hands have slipped and I'm im your inbox. Surprise me by picking your favourite prompt for Eskel/Cahir? You'll never guess who <3

*taps my finger against my chin* I have absolutely no idea...

798 words of fluff under the cut or on Ao3 -

Eskel limped his way up the steps to his rooms, amber eyes half lidded and hand wrapped around his own thigh. The keep had been in quite the stir the moment he’d woken some thirteen hours ago and had continued to be in a fuss the entire day since. It started when night watch called a meeting at first light to report foglets in the valley, only two of which they had managed to cut down before the wretched little pests fled. Not ten minutes past the meeting one of the washing women found - or rather didn’t find her child in bed which turned a mild pest problem into an urgent matter. 

He and Geralt had ridden out from the council chamber with three other parties set to be assembled in their wake. Between a keep of five hundred witchers on would think they could do something right in regards to protecting their own people's children. Luckily, the boy was found inside the keep (a case of sleep wandering rather than monstrous kidnapping) and Eskel had the brief pleasure of a proper monster hunt only to then be tasked with the day’s training schedules since the usual masters were out on the north side of the valley and not set to return for hours. Portals were costly after all.

The trainees were getting good, not so good as a Witcher in his prime, but enough that they had landed a few good hits on him in his post-hunt state. More than a few if he were honest. To top that off he had missed lunch.

He was exhausted.

The oaken door to his rooms swung open and he was hit with a rush of warmth like the welcome of an old friend. In the center of the main room sat a large copper tub, steaming and smelling faintly of oranges. 

“I thought you’d appreciate it.” Cahir greeted from the window seat as Eskel stared dumbly. “Lambert said you had skipped the springs today and well…” Lambert was a snitch but a snitch that Eskel could kiss. His skin was still tacky from the wipe down he’d done after training and he wasted no time in stripping down to nothing, leaving clothing in his wake: Lambert wasn’t there to kiss but Eskel’s own husband was. 

Cahir leaned up to meet his lips and only let him linger a moment before admonishing his state with a soft command. “Get in the tub.”

The caress of a lover, the touch of sunlight on a fine summer day, and the haze of good herb combined had nothing on the feeling of sinking into that tub. It was built some years past with the one purpose of holding a Witcher of considerable size and so Eskel, even with his bulk and limbs like trees could be comfortable. The lip behind his head was pillowed by a folded towel at the perfect angle to lay his neck against and he closed his eyes to simply be. A small burst of igni brought the water from a pleasant warmth to a proper muscle relaxing sear.

Pages met with a ‘thud’, slippered feet whispered across the rugs, and a stool was moved to sit behind Eskel’s head. None of this was enough to convince him to open his eyes even as Cahir worked the leather band out of his hair and let it fall loose down the side of the tub; Eskel sank deeper in the water and laid his arms on the edges. If there was a man to be at the mercy of it might as well be this one. For four years he'd trusted him at his back, he would continue to do so for many more.

“If you’ll soak your hair I’ll wash it for you.” 

In the time it took Eskel to slip fully beneath the water and rise again Cahir had brought a smaller tub and set of soaps out of some hiding place and was in the middle of arranging it to his liking. 

The first pass of a comb through his hair was rough but the second started near the ends. With short motions Cahir worked his way up until Eskel had the pleasant sensation of blunted bone teeth against his scalp. Then came oils and soaps of the same orange-vanilla scent that was far too expensive to be associated with a Witcher, even one at the side of a warlord. Cahir abandoned the comb for his fingers once more, massaging gently. 

“You don’t have to do this.” Eskel murmured, tipping his head into the touch like a great big cat looking for affection. 

Cahir leaned close and kissed his cheek. “I want to.”

Eskel smiled. What sort of husband would he be to argue with that logic?

[messedupessy]

This one's for scratch, rus, mauve, and cash, how would they react to being pulled onto another universe by a machine?

Ohh this a interesting one, let’s see :>c

Warning for mention of drugs, violence and other such themes ye, nothing that goes into like details but it’s like mentioned!

Scratch:

Gods this boy will be in such a panic, like he will work himself up into a panic attack and the only reason why he isn’t on the ground hyperventilating is because of pure stubbornness and that he can’t let that happen, as this a new and dangerous place he don’t know how he got there and he starts overthinking and panicking some more. He do not handle these sort of things well at all and will lash out at anyone trying to help or approach him in defense.

If Rus is there with him he will blame this all on Rus, and demand answers from him while been so incredibly unhappy and panicked about the fact he is stuck with his piece of shit of a brother. But he would feel like slightly more safe with Rus around even so, since he is familiar, but still so unhappy and panicked. 

Rus:

It depends on where in his life Rus is in, if it’s while he is still underground and is been a massive dick, he wouldn’t really care. He wouldn’t care where he was or anything like it, all he cares about is to find a place where he can fuck around, take drugs, fight with people and so on and keep on destroying himself.

If it’s Rus when he is out of the underground, when he is trying to change himself and get better, it would be different. He would panic a bit, but after understanding how he got there he would feel a sort of relief which he would feel bad about, as this would mean no one knows him here, and no one of the people he have hurt and care about have to endure his presence anymore, as he don’t deserve to be around them after all the shit he done. 

So he would stay there and not attempt to go back, it’s better that way, might end up relapsing into his old ways if he don’t end up finding someone there to help him. 

If he ends up with his brother, like I said on Scratch’s part so will Scratch demand answers from him, and depending on which Rus it is the answer changes. If it’s asshole rus he won’t give a fuck even tho he like kind of do but also not, its complicated, so he will ignore Scratch’s demands etc, if it’s Rus who is trying to change himself he will try to answer but he will most likely just let Scratch barrage him with insults etc like he feels he deserves, but things would be better if the two ends up there together, as they together could eventually find a way back maybe. 

Mauve:

He would literally attack the first person he sees, demanding answers to where he is, most likely almost killing the person or will kill said person unless someone stops him. As Mauve is one feral fuck, and he won’t accept anything but a proper answer to where he is and how he got there, and even then he most likely won’t accept it, too worked up in his confused rage that hides the fact he is frightened which he will never admit. He will most likely end up getting killed or thrown into prison, unless Cash is there to keep things in line that is. 

Cash:

Oh he is pissed and so annoyed, he knows exactly how this shit happened and he hates it, he have left as much as he can from his past life and science stuff is part of it, so he is pissed. But he is smart and calm, and will figure things out, collect information, gather some contacts among the locals, get a foothold as he figure how to get back because while he could easily find a way to get back to where he was in power and money here, he don’t feel like it, and he also wants to get back to the only thing that matters to him, his dog. As that dog can’t get replaced no matter how much money he got.

If Mauve is there with him he will be even more annoyed, now he got to keep his feral as fuck brother in check as well, which can get a bit hard since Mauve is technically way stronger than Cash is, so Cash will focus on getting some friends around and find a way to get his brother locked up in the meantime, its better for literally everyone that way, as otherwise there will be way too much trouble and Cash does not have the fucking time to deal with it.

[keigospup]

Be My Mate

Keigo Takami x Reader

❧Warnings: Bird-like Hawks, Hawks in rut, Oral (m. receiving), Male Masturbation, Reader is AFAB, Hawks is your boss, Feral Sexy Time

❧ Note: All characters are 21+

❧ Word Count: 3.1k

NSFW Under the Cut

You had been working at The Number 2 Pro-Hero Hawks’ agency for a few months now, and everyone warned you Spring would be a busy month. They warned you about Keigo’s constant absence and the fact that if he was there, to not go up and speak to him. No one really understood why, but he was constantly irritable. So much so that on the days he did work, he would mainly lock himself in his office to avoid any form of communication from anyone.

Though, you didn’t take their warnings too seriously. You’ve met Keigo a few times since working there, and every interaction had been beyond pleasant. Even interactions you had seen him make with your other co-workers. You honestly didn’t think he had a mean or rude bone in his body.

Your thoughts soon changed as you walked into the building for your shift that morning, however. The tension in the air was thick and practically smacked you in the face as soon as you exited the elevator to your work floor. Everyone was running around, trying to make sure everything was in order. The phones ringing constantly, and soft murmurs of “I’m sorry, he’s not in today” filled your ears as you walked past each cubical on the way to your own. You were absolutely shocked. It seemed everyone was in double-time, paging other heroes and speed running through their excessive amounts of paperwork.

Taking a seat at your desk, you decided to go through your emails first, your inbox seemingly flooded with more emails than usual. You read through them all quickly, starring the more important ones to look back at or reply to later. You had severely underestimated how much work Spring would bring. Cracking your fingers, you began to type furiously, hoping you’d be able to finish everything by the time you got off that day, but it was looking doubtful. Maybe today wasn’t going to go as quickly as you initially thought.

You threw in your earbuds to block out any distracting noise and continued working, picking up your pace as fast as you could, but as the workday began coming to an end, you knew there was no way you would get everything done before 5 PM. You weren’t sure anyone would. Though to your surprise, you were the only one left in the building after hours. Maybe it was your inability to leave unfinished work for the morning, maybe it was an unknown fate.

Keigo couldn’t believe it was already that time again. He absolutely hated Spring with his entire being. It enabled him useless at work, made him grouchy, and worst of all, made him so incredibly horny at every minute of every hour. It was his rut to blame. His dumb bird instincts. Sighing, he leaned back in his office chair, surveying the surroundings. He managed to sneak in through the back after he figured everyone else had left for the day, hiding in his office. He really did try to make an effort to work during his rut. It made him feel so bad when he knew everyone employed at his agency despised Spring as much as him. Because of him. The last thing he had ever wanted to do was to make anyone else more stressed and frenzied. Which is why he snuck in after everyone had left, trying to catch up on the already mountain of emails and papers, one hand stroking his hard cock along the way.

He really couldn’t help himself. If he didn’t do it, his entire body would burn painfully, begging for release after release. It was already too hard to keep his mind focused on his work, his sex-craved mind on hyperdrive. But if he stopped, did his work as normal, it would be too much for him. Too painful and he would not be able to focus on anything else other than the throbbing ache of his cock against his pants.

Letting out a soft groan, he continued to shift through paper after paper, shakily signing his name where it needed to be signed and reading what needed to be read. It didn’t matter too much though, his brain wasn’t fit to retain any information right now.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, dropping his pen on the desk. The pace of the hand on his cock grew, his thumb swiping the angry red tip to gather pre-cum as it leaked out, smearing it down his shaft. His head leaned back against the headrest of his chair, his lips parted slightly. He could feel arousal flow through his veins even more by the second. Keigo’s hips began bucking upward into his hand, craving more friction than his grip was able to give him. His mind began to wander, wishing he had a mate to ride out the rut with. He’s never experienced it with someone else, always himself either locked inside of his house or in this office.

That’s when his mind began to wander towards thoughts of you. Never in his life as a hero had he ever seen such a beautiful person. Of course, there had only been a few times where you two had spoken to each other. But he always kept a closer eye on you than the rest. Watching you walk from your cubicle to the lunchroom on break, talking with other co-workers, laughing, smiling. He knew it was inappropriate, and it was mainly just a friendly crush that was sure to go away soon. But his rut brain didn’t think so. His rut brain wanted you. Wanted you down on your knees in front of him. Or spread wide for him. His rut brain wondered how you tasted, how you felt, if your moans sounded as musical as your laughs did.

He lost himself in thoughts of you, his moans getting increasingly louder, filling the office room and beyond. His other hand fell between his thighs, cradling and squeezing his balls as he continued to pump his length. He could feel himself getting close, a feeling he had become all too familiar with today.

You looked up at your computer monitor, noting the time. 6:45. You were almost finished and decided now would be a good time for a bit of a stretch break, having been hunched over your keyboard for nearly 10 hours at this point. As soon as you stood, you stretched your arms up in the air, a satisfying crack going down your spine. You removed the earbuds from your ears, sighing at the silence of the office building. It was definitely strange being here after hours, and you hoped you wouldn’t get in trouble for the overtime.

That’s when you heard a strange noise, almost sounding like a muffled voice. A moan? No, that couldn’t be it. You turned your head, scanning the room. You knew everyone else had left for the day, so what on earth made that noise? Deciding to investigate, you walked outside of your little cubicle and began looking around. Your eyes widened when you noticed Keigo’s office, artificial overhead lighting peeking through the closed door. When had he gotten here? Your heart thumped in your chest as you walked closer to the door, debating on whether to knock or not. The noise had stopped, but you wanted to make sure he was okay.

After some deliberation, a trembling fist slowly made its way to the wooden door, knocking lightly. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously, waiting for a response.

“Who is it?” A deep voice called out. It sounded like your boss but almost didn’t. Like his voice was laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“It’s y/n, sir. Is everything alright?” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke and you cursed yourself for not sounding more confident.

“Yeah, everything’s good. Come in,” he huffed, scooting himself closer to his desk so he could continue stroking himself without you seeing, smearing his previous orgasm down the shaft of his member. He tried to stifle his moans, embarrassed that someone else had been in the building as he was doing this. Not even just someone, but you. He tried to push his thoughts back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you if he didn’t. Hell, who was he playing, he probably still wouldn’t be able to control himself regardless.

You walked in awkwardly, your hand straightening out your black skirt. Did his eyes look different? They seemed a darker yellow than before. He also seemed to be acting a bit different, his general mannerisms seemingly off.

“What are you doing up here so late?” Hawks hummed, trying to keep his arm moment to a minimum. But it was so damn hard. The sight of you. The smell of you. It was already driving him wild. He should’ve never come into the office and instead had the work sent to him at home. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he pounced. Or before you noticed what he was doing under the desk.

“Oh! I wanted to finish out the rest of my work for today. Didn’t want to leave it for the morning.” You scratched the back of your head with your hand, smiling softly.

Fuck.

“Ah, well, th-thank you.” He stammered out, coughing a bit to hide the moan that had tried to escape his lips. His fingers began toying with the tip of his cock, knowing full-on stroking it would be too obvious. The look of concern on your face was absolutely precious.

Small talk began to ensue between the two of you, him asking about how it was at the office today, you telling him how frazzled everyone was. Though, Keigo was getting to his breaking point. It felt as if someone lit a fire inside of his body, his gentle touches to avoid suspension not being enough for him. He needed you. He gripped the base of his cock again, stroking slowly up and down. His arm movements were more visible to you now, but you didn’t quite understand what he was doing.

Had your boss always looked so… hot? Sure, he was attractive. But right now, the look he was giving you, the feeling of the room, everything had you practically dripping arousal down your legs. And of course, Hawks took note of it.

“Look,” He spoke slowly, watching your body. Your hips began to slowly shift unconsciously, your plush thighs rubbing together. “I have a problem only your mouth can solve right now, so either suck my cock or get out of my office.”

You blinked a few times, trying to assure you heard him correctly. That’s when it all set in for you. The movement of his arm, the look in his eyes, the rasp in his voice. The noise you heard from your cubicle. He was touching himself. Chills spread down your body, your thighs pressing together harder.

Keigo groaned, getting impatient. He pushed his chair from its spot tucked into the desk, revealing himself to you as his hand sped up on his cock. He looked over at you with an eyebrow raised, honestly expecting you to walk out and never look back. But you didn’t.

Your eyes fixated on him, watching his every movement. Your gaze lingered on his large member, seeing his hand slide up and down with pure need. You’d never seen someone look so desperate. With a shy nod, you slowly made your way over to him, sliding in between the desk and his legs before crouching on your knees.

Fuck, Keigo was already so close to his release again. And seeing your innocent eyes stare up at him didn’t help. His hand held the base of his cock, pointing it towards your lips. Your head leaned in, your tongue slithering out of your mouth and laying flat against the head of his cock. A loud groan pulled its way up Keigo’s throat, not able to stop his hips from jerking up and forcing himself into your mouth. He couldn’t take the teasing even just for a moment.

You let out a short gasp of surprise as he pressed his cock inside of your mouth, circling your tongue around the head of it before pushing more inside. The sweet salty ness of his pre-cum mixed with his past orgasm coated your tongue. How long had he been doing this? Your cheeks hallowed around him, your head bobbing slightly as your eyes met his. He wasn’t able to hold back his moans, his hands tangling themselves into your hair.

“Ah, yes. Just like that,” he groaned as you slipped more of him deeper down your throat. You gagged around him, the vibrations almost enough to have him shooting his load right then and there. He tightly gripped your hair, guiding your head as you continued to suck, your thighs clenching and unclenching to try to add some friction to yourself.

“It’s spring.” He moaned, your eyes filled with questioning. “Dumb bird brain.” His hips thrusted, causing you to sputter around him as he began to take control. “Can’t get enough…” Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming is cock down your throat, his pace rough and quick.

Spring? Bird brain? Was he trying to say it was mating season? You had noticed other bird-like tendencies from him. The bits of shiny things he’d set proudly on his desk, him whistling to himself as he walked through the office. But it never occurred to you that mating season would’ve been one of them. His words were coming out quick, almost forced. Like he couldn’t make full sentences. His rut had completely taken him over.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” His pace quickened, getting more sloppy as his entire length was being forced down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, your hands clenching against the material of his slacks, tears now freely running down your cheeks. You didn’t hate it though, and the slick dripping down your legs and puddling on the hardwood floors proved it.

His wings furrowed out behind him, stretching and shaking as he filled your mouth with his cum. When the taste hit your tongue it caused you to moan out against him, shocks running through his body.

Before you had time to really think, his large hands grasped at your arms, pulling you to your feet. He also stood, his movements fluid but rushed. The burning ache was back, and he needed more of you to cool it.

Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulled you into a sloppy, wet kiss, his tongue wasting no time sliding its way into your mouth. He swirled his tongue around yours, tasting a mix of your saliva and his release. You moaned into the kiss as he pushed his body close against yours, grinding himself against you. His hands slid down to grasp your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before using it as leverage to pick you up and place you on the desk, causing your skirt to ride up your waist.

“Need you,” he growled against your lips, loving the way your body squirmed against him at his words. His hand slipped in between you, pulling your underwear to the side before two fingers began making their way in between your slick folds. Another growl fell from his lips.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He grabbed his cock, pushing it in between your folds to cover it in as much arousal as he could. The small voice in the back of his head, the real him, was telling him to be careful, to not hurt you. He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing himself inside of you entirely in one movement. You gasped out, your arms squeezing tightly around his neck, unfiltered moans falling from your lips. Your moans truly were music to his ears, causing him to begin pounding into you relentlessly, causing a lewd squelching down to fill the air.

He held onto your hips like his life depended on it, and you were sure they were going to bruise up later. He left sloppy kisses down your cheek and to your pulse point before stopping. Chills ran up your arms as he began to suck and nibble the spot, unable to stop yourself from moaning out his name.

“A-ah, Hawks!” His body stilled a bit at your words before picking up pace again. He peeled himself away from the spot on your neck and moved his lips towards your ear.

“Keigo. Call me Keigo, please.” He practically whined. Under normal circumstances he would never have told anyone his real name, but right now all he wanted to hear was it coming from your mouth.

You tested the name, his pace growing faster at the sound of it. His lips found their way to your neck again, sucking and biting every inch of skin he could. He wanted to mark you, to show everyone you were his.

“You’re mine.” He said through gasps of air, his hip movements getting more sloppy. “Mine.” His voice was deep, absolutely filled to the brim with lust. Your cunt clinched against him, feeling your orgasm near.

“Y-yours.” You moan out, not really understanding quite what he meant but your brain wasn’t able to think right then anyway. You were so focused on your pleasure, the knot in your stomach so deliciously close to snapping.

He pulled you into another heated kiss, teeth and tongue gnashing against yours. You could tell he was close too, his thrusts more sloppy and his cock throbbing inside of you.

“Cum with me, baby.” He flicked his hips up, hitting that spongy spot inside of you and with that you came. Your pussy clinched down around his cock, a frothy white ring forming at the base. This was enough to send him over the edge as well, his hips sputtering against yours as he sent his hot release deep inside of you.

The burning in his body began to cease, move into the background. The color of his pupils lightened. He knew his rut was far from over, he knew the urges would take him over again soon. But right now, his cock buried deep inside of you, a mixture of both of your orgasms dripping down his balls, he felt okay. He felt like himself again.

He panted for air, his forehead resting against yours. Keigo could feel himself finally softening for the first time all day. Slowly, he pulled out of you, watching his cum drop out of your swollen cunt. With a swipe of his thumb, he pushed it back inside and pulled your panties back over you.

“Gonna explain this ‘bird brain’ thing to me a bit more?” You questioned, smiling at him.

He hummed slightly, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt.

“I guess I have to, now that you’re my mate.”

[djarrex]

Goth Gf Anon🤙

Alright, alright, alright. Since that Tech piece was fucking phenomenal a d you said you don't get any thots of your faves, I'll lend one of my Fives thots.

So, it's the end of the war, Chancellor Palpatine had been exposed for his plot against the Jedi and executed for treason. The Republic and Seperatists made peace treaties upon realizing they were played on both sides. The war is over, Fives is a war hero, a statue in front of the Jedi Temple in his honor. But he could care less when you're smiling at him, tears in your eyes with the proudest glow on your face.

The Clone production on Kamino is halted, leaving the troopers, cadets and infants in a limbo. The Senate passes a bill allowing the Clones unalienable rights, passing adoption bills allowing civilians to adopt baby clones as their own. The Jedi also demand each and every clone has their chips removed. Scientists are working on a serum to slow their aging process down back to normal.

Fives rejoiced in victory, finally happy that the war was over and his brothers were treated as humans. But you.

He was over the fucking moons that he could be with you, not a war, battles or campaigns to keep you apart.

He marries you within the week of the marriage bill being passed.

You move to Naboo, Anakin had left the Jedi Order and started a home with Padmé and his twins, they visit you often, dropping off Luke and Leia when they're off on Senate business or off doing young couple things.

Fives loves seeing you with the twins, there's just something so domestic about it. When he sees you take care of them, make them giggle, feed them. And when the Skywalkers come back and praise you for taking such good care of their babies... it stirs something primal in his gut.

You two are intimate one night-- like many after you married. He's crawling up on his peak, he's right there, his brain switches off, spit firing shit as his thrusts start to stutter like the words rolling from his tongue, thick as honey.

"Y-you-- you looked so good with those-- shit!-- those fuckin' kids!"

"Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!"

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart!"

And you're thinking: "What a pleasant turn of events."

Then you just start fucking feeding him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Fives! Anything you want! We'll fucking grow old together!"

You moan, "Put a fucking baby in me, cum deep."

And he can't hold it anymore, an inhuman sound ripped out of his chest and tearing through his throat as he slams into you one more time, his spend shooting deep. 11/10 best orgasm he's had.

Afterwards, you both talk it out. You've always thought about starting a family with him, thinking about how good of a father he would be considering the way he always looked out for his brothers. Fives explains himself a little more clearer after the fact, and you decide you'll go to the med center to get your contraceptive implant removed the next time it has to be replaced. You've decided you wanted to start a family with him.

Apologies if this was lackluster, I don't usually write smut lines lol.

Ciao ;)

!!!HOLY OMTHER OF GOD

I...I- don't even know how to respond to this. it’s late I KNOW but I’ve been trying to come up with a worthy reply. 

whyyyyy did I start fucking tearing up when going through each word in the first half WHY this is so beautiful and Fives deserves so much more and I love him. this is perfect, you are perfect. when he starts blurting out his desires "Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!" I- uh- yeah. that sent me. "What a pleasant turn of events" LMAO. ME. please write this as a fic. lackluster? mmmm no not even close. I love this

But seriously, how do I even add anymore to this already perfect droplet of heaven you so graciously placed in my inbox. tbh though, my gutter brain immediately wants to analyze how that night goes:

(18+ only!!! fluff, breeding kink, unprotected piv) 

***

you were blissfully unaware of the way Fives gawked at you earlier today - how he watched you with so much love and adoration in his eyes as you giggled with Luke and cradled Leia to sleep

It didn’t feel appropriate, but he couldn’t help but get hard at the vision playing out in front of him - wholesome domesticity, soft giggles, and hushed coos filled his very own living room and he just needed to step away to take care of his painfully hard and aching erection      

Fives can't help it - up until recently he was sure on having a dark fate, one that either involved being killed on the front, or worse: never being able to truly make you his because of his sole duty to fight for the Republic just would not allow such a peaceful and perfect life - it would hurt you more than he would care to live through

He didn’t realize just how badly he wanted the twins to be his - living, breathing, beautiful humans that you and him had created out of love, and, well, good fucking sex

So Fives came back from the bathroom after tugging himself raw - trying to alleviate that wanting ache that’d been sitting heavy deep in his bones and showing its face in the form of starving arousal - and the Skywalker’s had returned from Coruscant to pick up their babies

Fives hadn’t turned the corner yet - the soft voices coming from the three of you, keeping quiet while the twins were finally asleep, stopped him in his tracks. He heard the way Padmé praised you and thanked you over and over for always watching the kids, and Anakin cooing in the sweetest voice Fives had ever heard his former General speak in right at his own sleeping babies.

Your own voice was extremely soft and kind, careful as to not wake the twins up in the hand-over. Fives’ heart - and cock - were aching.

That's what Fives is thinking of as he’s pounding you into the next system - watching with hungry eyes at how your pussy so beautifully swallows his cock, yet he can't help but be slightly distracted when all these thoughts about filling you full with his seed are stemming from how motherly and breathtaking you looked when interacting with the Skywalker twins - how you always look when you’re watching them

You’re both so close to finishing - Fives groans at the way your walls squeeze unforgivingly around him as you approach your climax - a sight that is most devine to him. He’s right there as well - the relentless clenching of your cunt sure as hell pushes him right there to where he’s about to-

“Y-you looked so good with the - mmph - the twins" he doesn’t even realize he’d just voiced his thoughts aloud - albeit, in the form of a growl - until he sees how your eyes widen after struggling to come down from your first high 

He’s no where near embarrassed - perhaps it was finally fucking time to let you know just how painfully hard you make him when you’re all motherly and in caretaker mode 

The way your features morph from being caught in surprise to desperation and hunger completely takes the filter off of him - and he begins voicing his plans for the two of you in the heat of the moment

“Wanna - aghh- fuck a b-aby into this sweet p-pussy” his teeth are clenched tightly together as he continuously hits that exquisite spot so deep within your heat and your head is positively spinning at his shameless confessions - fuck, you want him to make good on his word. 

“Fuck... you’re nearly ch-oking my cock, pretty thing,” he grits out between heavy pants. “You want me to, hm? Wanna let me - mmphh -  fill you so f-fucking deep that you swell with my child?”

Your body is on fucking fire - you’ve never heard Fives speak of this before, and boy oh boy it is 100% welcome right about now. Yes, yes you want that so, so bad but you never thought to bring it up before because everything was still new with how the galaxy has changed for the better... but right now - you’re going to fucking feed him so he can have the best orgasm he’s ever had

“Yes, love, please,” you’re whimpering those three words like a prayer over and over between loud, uncontrollable moans - completely taken by him and the way he looks so gorgeous in this determined and concentrative state. “Shit, fill me up with our child,” you punctuate your mewling request with the repetition of his name - you’re hitting your climax again but this one is about to utterly wreck you like never before. “Right now.”

Fives’ eyes clamp shut and the sweat on his brow is beginning to drop from his forehead to your bare chest with how he is hovered over you - your soft but commanding words has the most gargled and loud groan erupt from deep within his chest as he stills his hips

You can feel the way his cock pulsates so far inside of you - liquid warmth spitting from the head and no doubt seeping into your cervix

You’re both completely out of breath and totally fucked-out - you think that’s the most Fives has ever cum, and you’re just staring up at him with the sweetest smile you can muster in your exhausted state

“We can talk about it more later, but...” Fives rubs at his neck after hauling himself off of you - pulling you close to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. 

“No need,” you say softly - your hands wrapping around his forearms. “I’ll have them remove the implant on my next visit.”

Your words of promise has Fives uncontrollably getting hard again

***

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hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth. 

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

---

The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine. 

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back. 

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team. 

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

[ficsnroses]

i just wanna say i’ve been scrolling through your page for a few days now and i can NOT get enough of your writing!!! i’m so in love with the way you write, it’s genuinely poetry and your stories are so immersive. i can actually picture them in my head as i’m reading bc you just write THAT well. i’ve been reading and re-reading over and over and i HADDDD to let you know how much i adore your stories! thanks for sharing your talent and creativity with us <3

hi friend!! I’m so sorry I missed this— but it was a very pleasant surprise checking my inbox today! :) thank you so much for stopping by, it really does mean a ton!! I’m honoured to hear you enjoy the stories enough to re-read. I certainly do miss writing, it’s been a while. you’re always welcome here, please feel free to pop by for a chat if you ever need:) xx