#anyway hope you enjoy -- thank you for the request woo!

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!! #lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!! #its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury.. #it Gets me man 😭😭😭 #and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--; #im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!! #the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

[thelov3lybookworm]

Lucien who now lives full time in the Day Court knowing the truth (think white robes and cold crown and makeup omg) and who has been in love with IC reader since getting to know her while he was there.

She's now visiting on some Night Court business (research, negotiation, etc.), and he's decided to put on his full Lucien teasing charm to woo her.

Sunlight in a Bowl.

Summary: Did he just... no. Of course not.

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A/n: I didnt realise how much i loved this idea until i wrote it 😭 thank you soo much my darling anon for sending in this request, i had soo much fun writing it lol, it was like it took no effort, came to me soo easy 🥹

also, posting this an hour early for funsies 🤭

i promised no angst so theres no angst @milswrites

anyways, enjoy!

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The day court was beautiful.

That was all Y/n could think of as a sentry led her towards Helion's private receiving chambers, all other adjectives having flown out of her head the moment Azriel had dropped her on the border of Day court, from where she'd winnowed herself to the palace.

The white houses, the red and gold roofs, the sunlight shining from above and reflecting from pools of water and the Palace right in the center of it all, the colourful market in the town square...

It was safe to say Y/n was ready to move to Day court, already having forgotten that she was here on a mission from Rhysand.

She was ready, bags packed, no questions asked.

So busy was she gaping at the beautiful architecture of the palace, the artwork reigning her in like some trick of hypnotism, she didn't realise the sentry had come to a stop outside two large oak doors.

Unfortunately, that meant she smacked right into his back before she realised.

Her cheeks blazing, Y/n stumbled back as she glanced up at the male, who had an amused smile on his face.

"I merely stumbled. My dress is a little long."

He nodded. "Never said you did not stumble. I believe it must be hard to walk around in your too long knee length dress."

Blood rushed into Y/n's ears as she looked down at the dress that... only reached her knees, realising he was right.

Fuck.

She cleared her throat, standing at attention, avoiding his eyes.

From her peripherals, she could see him grinning as he knocked on the door, waiting until a voice called out to let them in.

The male opened the door, holding it open for Y/n. She hurried in, resisting the urge to just die as he closed the door behind her.

So much for making a good first impression.

Y/n shook her head, trying to dislodge the lump now forming in her throat at the upcoming conversation.

Being an introvert and shy was a hard job, one Y/n was very good at.

But being introverted and shy while being an emissary? Now that was the job of someone that Y/n would consider god.

And exactly why Y/n had been so against the idea of her becoming an emissary when Rhysand suggested it, knowing she would rather live a life alone in the middle of nowhere and probably become the next Weaver than become an emissary.

Alas, she was the only researcher Rhysand had at his disposal, so now she had been sent to read through as many libraries and books in day court as possible to aid in Feyre's second pregnancy.

It hadn't been confirmed yet whether the babe was winged, but Rhysand and the inner circle thought it best to start researching in advance just in case the babe did have wings and to prevent the second pregnancy ending up the same way the first did, and this time with no one to save them.

"Y/n! Always a pleasure to see you!" Y/n met the warm honey eyes that belonged to Helion, a smile spreading on her face unprompted.

"Helion." She greeted, walking forward and directly into his open and inviting arms, squeezing him back when he wrapped his arms around her.

"I hope the journey was not too hard?"

Y/n laughed, pulling away. "All I had to do was winnow, Helion, why would it be hard?"

Helion grinned, then turned to glance at something behind him.

With horror, Y/n realised that it was not something, it was someone.

Her panicked eyes shot to Helion, remembering that Rhys said Y/n wouldn't have to interact with anyone other than the day court high lord.

"Ah Y/n, meet my son, Lucien. Though I'm sure you've met before."

Y/n swallowed, then let her eyes wander to Lucien. Which, definitely not a good idea, considering Y/n was suddenly drooling and looking away like he had burned her eyes.

She had only looked at him for a moment, but that moment was enough for Y/n to have taken note of how ravishing he looked.

Ravishing?!? Get a grip Y/n.

Y/n attempted to calm her racing heartbeat by taking deep breaths, trying not to think of all the golden skin on display that was not covered by the white robe, the gold crown adorning the head of fiery red.

Trying especially hard not to think about the way his skin glowed with happiness and the beautiful, flirtatious smile adorning those plush, soft lips.

"We- we have met before."

"That's amazing! So if introductions are not needed, I'll take my leave."

Y/n knew her eyes were bulging out of her head at this point, but she did not really care as she gaped at Helion's retreating back. She continued to stare until he reached the doors, then turned to wink at her like he was in on a secret she was not.

Bastard.

Y/n, not knowing what to do, glanced at Lucien, who, in the perfect son-of-bastard way, sent her a cocky grin.

Y/n glared at him at that, pretending like the blush on her face was because of anger and not because she was shy.

"I don't know if Rhys informed you, but I will be helping you out today with the research."

Y/n's eyes widened, staring at him like he'd claimed to have met the Mother herself.

Which, Y/n would have been less surprised to hear, but that was the talk for another day.

"I- no one told me."

Lucien shrugged, that infuriating smile still on his face. "It came up last moment when my father had to leave to handle some important matters."

Y/n nodded sadly, mentally encouraging herself that she could do this.

With a sigh, she gestured at him. "Lead the way."

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"Are you hungry yet?"

Y/n reigned in her sigh of exasperation.

For the past hour, Lucien had been hovering around Y/n, bothering her with stupid questions and trying to get her to go somewhere else. Where, Y/n could not for the life of her figure out.

She glanced up at him, finding his arms crossed over his chest, a careless grin on his face as he leaned against the desk she sat at.

She also noticed how he stood a little too close to just be acting like a caring host, but she ignored it, just like she ignored the bulging, mouth watering muscles in his arms.

"I am sorry Lucien, but my stomach does not consider me worthy of food at the moment. I will let you know once it decides I deserve to eat."

He laughed at that, his head thrown back, his chest vibrating with how genuine the sound was.

Y/n's eyes dropped to the strong column of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he glanced back down to her, grinning. Y/n noticed the dimple that made an appearance in his cheeks, but she pretended she was still mad at his constant nagging and turned back to the thick bound tomes she had open in front of her.

Y/n got a moment of reprieve before he drew her attention again.

But this time he did not ask her if she was hungry or if she was thirsty.

No, he pushed off from the table, and Y/n watched him from the corner of her eyes as he walked to the back of her chair.

She was curious, of course she was, but also glad that he would let her do her studies.

Also sad that he was leaving, but no one needed to know that.

But suddenly, two arms were caging her in against the table, and Y/n startled at the sudden heat of being caged against the wood by someone who quite literally had the heat of autumn court fire in his blood and the warmth of day court sun in his blood.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n yelped, trying to keep quiet in the library.

His breath tickled the hair at the side of her neck as he leaned in.

"I am just wanting to inquire when your stomach will deem you worthy of eating."

"Oh my god." Y/n mumbled, her blood tinting her face red. "Stop it Lucien!"

"Not until you tell me you will go out to eat with me. Tell me, will giving you the sun in a bowl convince you?"

Y/n only kept getting redder in the face, and to try to cover it up, she slapped her hands over her face.

He tsked. "That sounded like it hurt."

Y/n paused for a moment, then mumbled out- "It did."

He laughed again, and something about having him so close to her, so free and vulnerable did things to Y/n. She spread her fingers, peeking out to find his eyes closed, his teeth glinting softly in the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows.

She stared at him, slowly letting her hands fall into her lap, not realising she was staring.

Or maybe not caring.

His laughter slowly died down, the sound still ringing softly in Y/n's ears until it faded away.

He met her eyes, happier than Y/n had ever seen, and gave her a soft smile.

"So?"

Y/n sighed, the sound so exaggerated she would have laughed any other time.

"Fine."

For good measure, Y/n rolled her eyes at him before she turned back to the dusty tomes sitting on the rich wood desk.

She could practically feel his grin as he dipped closer, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Y/n's eyes flew wide, turning to gape at him as he straightened.

"So, a bowl of sunlight. In the receiving room before sunset?"

Y/n choked out an okay.

The bastard had the audacity to wink at her as he turned and strutted away, his careless demeanour already enchanting Y/n's malfunctioning brain.

She watched his retreating back until she couldn't anymore, then straightened to stare at the words that now made no sense to Y/n because she was so busy trying not to think about the plans she now had for the evening.

Did he just...

Y/n blinked, glancing once to the archway he'd just disappeared into.

Did he just ask me out on a date?

Y/n shook her head.

No, it was just not possible.

Lucien? Asking Y/n out on date?

Y/n wanted to laugh at herself for even thinking that. Lucien would never...

Fuck.

Despite herself, Y/n began to smile, and hope.

What have I gotten myself into?

It was going to be hurting her brain to think so much about it, but she couldn't care less about it.

Still smiling, Y/n returned to her work, now trying to stop focusing on him and start doing the thing she was actually here for.

It's going to be a long day.

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[washeduphazbin]

I know were all on an Adam kick rn but I wanted to get your take on what Alastor would be like with a fem partner?? Maybe someone thats a bit more innocent than him and doesnt ENJOY partaking in murder or cannibalism like he does

Unsure if this was a fic request or for me to answer in general! So if you want a fic just lmk!

But I think Alastor is really tricky because I love him but I don’t think he has a bone in his body that isn’t manipulative at least not one we have seen. So I think at first it’s a very (not toxic necessarily but still manipulative) but a much more guiding, nurturing role type relationship. Similar to Charlie and him AT FIRST cause I get that you would have the same vibes as Charlie with your hope, optimism and innocent. Cause I imagine innocent you falling down to hell being terrified and Alastor taking her under his wing. At first it’s just to get another deal or another soul but then he realizes like.

Oh. Oh I don’t think you’re supposed to be here at all. There’s absolutely been some sort of mixup because this girl is incapable of hurting anybody.

From then on I think he’d be more of a silent protector role. He’d know and respect your unease at his cannibalistic and violent lifestyle so he’d do his best to keep her out of it. No interacting with Vox, no other overlords other than Rosie, any freak outs/power trips he has he would always make sure you’re away from the danger and the sight. He doesn’t like you seeing him like that for some reason. (Rosie would have to explain to him that he might be in love or whatever that means to him)

I also think No one would know they’re together romantically until one day Angel makes an offhand comment to reader and as follows:

Angel: I just don’t understand toots, you’ve been in hell for ‘dis long and there hasn’t been a single dame or lad that’s tried to woo ya? It’s a crime! I mean look at ya!

You: *very flustered* oh thanks Angie. That’s not entirely true though Al and I have been together for…oh goes going over seven years at this point.

To which you slap a hand over your mouth because you and Alastor are very private and you just did the one thing he told you not to do. Al just slowly turns to look at you eye twitching.

Reactions as follows:

Angel: flabbergasted. Jaw has dropped. Eyes BULGING. Asking a million questions about your sex life.

Husk: chokes on his drink while promptly also dropping the bottle and shattering it on the floor

Niffty: she def already knew.

Charlie: LOUD SQUEALING, HUGS, A MILLION QUESTIONS

Vaggie: shock, horror, curiosity…but mostly the first too.

Both you and Alastor would get very overwhelmed and he’d teleport you both away, with a promise of answering questions later but him and his dear heart must be off on important business.

Anyway yah hope that’s what you’re looking for! That’s my take! And if you guys want little blurbs like this lmk I can probably crank these out much easier.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could you do a Fem reader x Bellatrix Lestrange whereby, Reader is hanging out with Narcissa after not seeing for years and their at the Malfoy Manor. Apparently Narcissa's sister was visiting for a few months before she would go away, Y/n is introduced to Bellatrix and something within her can't get enough of Bellatrix and she doesn't get why. After a week has passed by, Y/n was desperate to see Bellatrix again, her aching core was making it hard to do anything. She decides to visit Narcissa as an excuse to possibly get a glimpse of her stunning sister but she's greeted by Bellatrix who tells her that the Malfoy's have gone out for a whole week but she let's Y/n in regardless. After a while, Y/n and Bellatrix started to get to know each other a little better in fact they sat next to each other on the same couch as well, with Bellatrix caressing Y/n's knee and lifting it up to her thighs slowly yet enough to increase the ache in Y/n's heated and wet core. Bellatrix finger fucks her right there and then making it hard for Y/n to compress her screams. This was exactly what she's been aching for. To bad it was all a dream and she had been masturbating herself this whole time.

:)

Warning(s)- NSFW, Fingering, Masturbating, Mommy Kink, Praise Kink etc if needed.

Heyyy there @itzvintagevibez !! Thanks for the request 💞 I would love to write this for you <33 I’m excited, as I’ve only written a little for Bellatrix! Hope you are well, darling & Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Merely a Daydream ~Bellatrix Lestrange xFem Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, daydreaming, wet dreams, masturbation, fingering, teasing, mommy kink, praise kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Y/N, Darling, it’s so good to see you, do come in!” Narcissa cheerfully invited you into the Manor.

You smiled at your long time friend and entered into the gigantic mansion. You two kissed each others cheeks as a hello, before she led you into the lounge area.

“I can’t believe it’s been far too long…” you pondered aloud.

“It certainly has.” Narcissa sighed.

The two of you chatted, catching up over tea, and after a few hours, you were wrapping up. Narcissa lead you to the main entrance, but before you could reach the door, there was a sudden pop!. Both your heads swiveled to the source of the sound, the chimney. From out of the dark hole stepped a mysterious, darkly dressed, intriguing woman.

“Woo!” The curly haired brunette exclaimed, before turning her attention to the two of you.

The woman stepped forward into the light, and you gasped. It was Bellatrix. In all the time of being friends with Narcissa, you had never actually met her infamous sister…

“Well hello there…!” Bellatrix quipped, cocking her head at you slightly and taking you in.

Narcissa cleared her throat a little to draw you both out of your spiraling minds.

“Bella, this is my old friend, Y/N. Y/N this is my sister, Bellatrix.” Narcissa spoke,“Bella, I apologize, I did not know you were coming this early.”

“Ehh, decided that I was too bored so I thought I’d pop in early.” The dark haired witch casually explained.

You nodded nervously in recognition of Bellatrix. The curly haired witch stalked toward you, but instead of shaking your hand or holding a greeting, she circles your figure slowly, her eyes taking you in. She then backs away again with a light hum of satisfaction. You felt blush creep up your cheeks at the witches wandering eyes. Narcissa cleared her throat.

“Anyways, it was lovely seeing you again, Y/N.” She spoke to you.

Her words snapped you out of the trance that the crazy brunette had you in.

“Yes…! Thank you for having me, I really must be off…!” You exclaimed.

Narcissa led you to the door and said her good byes. And as you left, Bellatrix managed to get one last word in.

“Nice knowing ya’, Y/N…!!” She exclaiemd, putting special emphasis on your name and making you blush even harder.

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Seeing Narcissa again had gotten you excited and all chipper, but after your afternoon at Malfoy Manor, your mind constantly came back to one thing…

Bellatrix.

At first the thoughts were minor and passing. You wondered about her mysterious and dark past. Thought about her looks and figure. But day by day, your mind fell deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole that was Bellatrix Lestrange. By the end of the week, you were in such a state of pain, your core was throbbing so hard it made your ears ring.

The only thing that managed to sate your reeling mind and aching heat was the thought of the curly haired brunette. You couldn’t get enough of her, you couldn’t function without sating yourself to the thought of the witch. You’d be sprawled out in your bed, your hand wandering down to were you so desperately needed relief. A sigh would leave your body as your fingers started to circle your clit. And when you couldn’t wait anymore, you’d slip a finger or two into your drenched hole, whimpers and mewls flowing from your lips as you fucked yourself to the fantasy of her.

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You’d been so desperate to see the curly haired witch again that you’d reached out to Narcissa once more, proposing a tea time get together at Malfoy Manor. You’d gotten no response for a another whole week, making you only more desperate and needy. So you resolved to just go to the Manor and talk with Narcissa there. And maybe even possibly run into a certain witch…

You knocked on the door to the expansive Malfoy Manor. You waited a few minutes, before the door suddenly swung open. Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly when none other than Bellatrix Lestrange stood in front of you…

“I… You’re not Narcissa…” you stammered.

“I most certainly am not, am I…!” The witch exclaimed with a smaller cackle.

“I was… hoping to talk to her.”

“She’s out. On holiday or something… I’m watching the Manor.” Bellatrix hummed, leaning against the door and smirking her signature smirk.

“Oh right…” you stammered, standing still and not knowing what to do.

“Why don’t you come in anyway…?” The curly haired brunette suggested, swinging the door open dramatically and all the way.

You blushed and nodded, entering the Manor. Bellatrix led you to the Manor living room, where you sat. She ordered some tea from the house elves, before sitting down right next to you. Your throat went dry at the close contact, her thighs touching yours…

“So… tell me about yourself… Y/N…” The witch wickedly purred, emphasizing your name once more.

As you were about to speak, or at least attempt to, you felt the woman’s hand on your knee, teasingly caressing your figure. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“I… uh… um…” you stuttered, your face flushed red and your breathing completely erratic.

Her hand slowly moved up and up your thigh. This only added to the intensity of your pounding core. You clenched your thighs together in neediness. Bellatrix kept eye contact with your gaze the entire time, as she awaited your response with a wicked smirk. She began opening your thighs just enough for her hand to snake it’s way under your skirt. Her fingers grazed your clothes clit.

“My my… you’re soaked, pretty girl…” she tauntingly mused aloud.

You bucked your hips into her hand as her fingers teased and caressed your clothed core. She then finally moved your knickers to the side, swiping a finger through your folds teasingly before pulling away. A pathetic whimper escaped your throat, which made the woman chuckle.

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl…” she taunted.

“I… Want… want your fingers… please…” you whimpered.

“Good girl…”

With that, Bellatrix hummed in delight and slid two of her fingers into your throbbing cunt. She set a fast and harsh pace, finger fucking you with skill and ease. Your whimpers and moans grew louder and louder, and you bit your lip, trying desperately to stifle your leud noises. She added another finger, pumping and curling into your core while watching you intently with the biggest fucking grin.

“Fuck shit—Mommy!!” You screamed out in pleasure.

“Shhhh, Mommy’s got you…” she cooed wickedly.

Your sounds were getting too loud, so Bellatrix silenced your mouth with her other hand, as you finally clenched around her fingers and saw stars. You sighed in relief. The aching in your core was finally sated.

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And then your eyes fluttered open. And you saw your heaving frame, splayed across your own bed, as you panted heavily. You groaned to yourself lightly.

It had seemed so real…

You pulled your fingers out of your wet pussy, sticking them in your mouth and licking all your slick off. You sighed, pulling yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. God, you needed a shower…

It had felt so real… all of it…

But alas, merely a daydream.

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[ilwonuu]

hey, can you write ab jungwoo being a soft caring dom to the reader? anyway a big thanks to you for opening the req sesh ^_^

YES OMSGSGSG. im so happy you requested something for jungwoo💖💖 I HOPE U ENJOY<3

⋆·˚ ༘ *sweetheart ⋆·˚ ༘ *

→ kim jungwoo.

༄ summary- you boyfriend always wants to fuck you. even when you two just woke up from a loving nap.

༄ warnings- soft!dom jungwoo, pussy!drunk jungwoo, sub!reader, unprotected sex(i know i have a problem.), creampie, dirty talk, kissing, oral (f receiving), reader has praise kink and so does jungwoo!!

༄ authors note- i love jungwoo<3

your awoken from your nap with your boyfriend. glancing over at the clock on your side table. it now being 9:53pm. your sleep schedule is so fucked.

“baby im sorry i woke you. just trying to get comfortable.” you give him a nod slowly rolling over onto him. “it’s okay love. you’re warm.” you whisper to him rubbing his chest softly. his reaction his off. his face turns red and he shifts further away from you.

“baby im gonna be honest i woke up really horny and right now you’re making me even harder.” he laughs nervously looking away for you. “im so sorry love i didn’t realize.” you say with a quick laugh. “want me to help you?” he moans at your words. “yes baby please.” he pulls you under him. shifting to hover over you. “eager?” you tease him. “yes i am. so very eager baby.” he smirks watching as you undress yourself. him doing the same.

“can i eat you out pretty baby?” whispers into your skin as he kisses up and down from your neck to your thighs. the feeling making you squirm. you nod quickly. he chuckles at you a little. he moves in between your legs to face your pussy. he looks up at you. “you’re gonna feel so good yea baby? tap me if you need me to stop.” “thank you love.” you smile before feeling him lean into your lips for a sweet kiss. “gonna taste so fucking good.” he immediately move to face your pussy again.

he’s wasting no time immediately licking your slit softly. he’s watching you through his eyelashes. his dick is even harder now. you moan at every touch. “j-jungwoo please.” you moan out. he responds with a moan that goes right to your cunt. “f-fuck so good.” your hand immediately going to his head of hair.

jungwoo can wait much longer quickly positioning his dick. “you taste so good. my pretty baby. “ pulling you up to kiss him roughly. him immediately sliding his tongue in your mouth causing you both to moan. “i gotta fuck you.” he whines rubbing his dick against your wet slit.

“fuck i could cum from this alone baby.” he admits giving you a sweet look. “ready pretty?” he asks. “yes fuck me jungwoo!” you push your hips foward against him. he grips your hips pinning them down softly. “impatient girl.”

he slowly pushes his dick into you. “fuck baby. so fucking wet.” his head is thrown back as he bottoms out. “you okay?” his attention going back to you. you nod slowly starting to fuck yourself on him. “keep doing that im gonna cum so fast.” his moans are deep and some of them are coming out as whimpers. he pushes you thighs further to fuck you deeper. “shit shit. so pretty baby fuck.” he’s moaning non stop and so are you.

“gonna cum all good and deep in you. tell me you want it my pretty girl.” you moan loudly at his words. “want your c-cum so bad jungwoo.”

“yea baby? ill give it to you don’t you worry.” he gives your neck and cheek warm soft kisses as he fucks into you quicker. “so fucking tight. you’re gonna kill me pretty.”

jungwoo moans as his dick twitches. “s-so close woo“ you cry out. “yea pretty? cum for me baby.” he sends more soft kisses up your body. “gonna cum too baby. gonna fill you up so prettily. you want that?” he asks you again. you nod dumbly. not able to form words at the speed of his hips.

“i’m cumming jungwoo-“ your legs shake as you cum undone on his dick. your high immediately causing him to cum right after you. he watches as his cums shoots into you. slowly watching it ooze out of you. “f-fuck look at this mess.” he hips picking up speed again. “jungwoo- another round-“ he just nods. “you can take it right? fuck i just can’t not when you look this good under me baby. tell me if you’re okay tho? ill pull out.” he stills his hips waiting for an answer.

“i’m good love.” you smile at him. “good baby because im gonna fuck you nice and slow.” his hips fucking into at a slow pace. his dick is hitting you at a deeper angle.

hes kissing against your skin. his deep moans and whimpers taking you to bliss. “so fucking good. i can’t ah fuck-“ his hips speeding up again. he’s watching your pleasured facial expressions as more of his cum continues to drip out of you. “i’m gonna cum-“ you legs are shaking again. “me too fuck. you feel so fuck-fucking good.” his hips stutter and his cum is filling you up. you cumming after him. “shit baby.” he whispers still watching his cum drip. “you did so well. you feeling okay?”

“yea im good. so good. always feels good. he kisses you before he pulls out of you immediately grabbing something to clean you with. “okay good baby. want to order some food?” he asks after finishes cleaning you up. “i’m literally starving so yes.” he nods giving you a quick kiss before you two continue your night.

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[seangelfish]

Hello there, how are you? :)

My mind has been thinking about HiMERU finding cold-hearted&toughfem!reader drinking alone, and takes her alcohol away, suggesting to do something else.

I leave the rest to you.

NSFW pls.

Ignore if you want. Thank you 😁

A/N: Hello there! I’ve been doing well, thanks for asking! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ This is my first ever NSFW request so I’m pretty excited. HiMERU is my fave member from Crazy:B, so I hope this goes well... (I keep forgetting he refers to himself in 3rd person lol). Anyways, enjoy!! (´ ε ` )♡ This was actually kind of hard to write, so I'm sorry if it's bad! I also decided to change the theme to my NSFW works! I hope you all like it!

Stress reliever

HiMERU x Reader ♡ Genres/tags: Smut (NSFW) ♡ Content warnings: fem!AFAB reader, oral (receiving), missionary, vanilla sex, not proofread! ♡ Word count: 2,710 ♡ Summary: HiMERU has always cared about your well-being, even to a point he’d try to meet you everyday to ask how you were. Unluckily for him though, you were one of the coldest producers at Cos Pro who would constantly shake his advances off.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

It wasn't love at first sight.

On HiMERU's first day at Cos Pro as a new idol, you were rather unwelcoming. He had greeted you, bowed too, but you merely nodded at him and walked away. He didn't mind it though, he already knew what he was getting into when he decided to become an idol. It was inevitable to encounter someone like you in the industry.

However, despite that encounter, whenever HiMERU would bump into you, he still made the effort to greet you a good morning or afternoon. Because you were still one of his producers, he wanted to be polite and respectful.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/N).”

However, you continued to give him the cold shoulder. He didn’t understand this until another producer informed him that you were like that with everyone.

“You should just leave her be, okay? I don’t think (Y/N) even cares for socialising.”

But HiMERU couldn’t leave you be. He wanted to talk to you all the time. He wanted to know about your well-being. Even when you’ve only exchanged a few words with him, he was completely smitten with you.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself or the way you did your work. You were so focused with work that you were able to finish it in a day or so. Even when your personality was as cold as ice, you were seen as the most reliable producer in the agency.

Not only that, but you were beautiful. HiMERU’s eyes would light up whenever he caught a glimpse of you. He’d never miss the opportunity to say hello.

Fortunately for him, you were assigned as one of Crazy:B’s producers. Unfortunately for you, Crazy:B was the last unit you’d ever think of working with.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” you said. “Nice to meet you all. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). From today on, I’m your producer. I’ll be helping you with all your work.”

Rinne immediately tried to woo you, but you completely ignored him. Niki tried thanking you for your time, but you blankly replied with, “No need to thank me. It’s my job.” Kohaku could understand that you didn’t want to be a part of this group, so he merely bowed and left you be. HiMERU, however…

“It’s nice to see you again,” he said. “HiMERU hopes we can get along better now, Miss (Y/N).”

You stared at him for a moment before replying with, “Keep hoping.” You then picked up your belongings and walked away. He watched your figure speed off, your heels clanking sharply at the floor.

However, by time, you did warm up a little to the group. You were still cold and tough as ever which showed a lot in the work you set them, but you smiled a bit more. HiMERU liked seeing this progress.

His relationship with you has also seen some progress too. Whenever he’d greet you, you actually stopped to greet him back. Of course, you were still cold with it, but you were getting there.

“Alright, that’s it for today,” you said, wrapping things up. “Now go home and rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.”

Before the idols could say anything, you had already left. As the rest of Crazy:B talked about what they needed to improve on, HiMERU caught sight of your planner. You had forgotten it.

HiMERU picked up your planner and dashed out of the room, leaving the other members confused. It was 7pm by the time Crazy:B was finished with rehearsals, so that meant you were heading home.

HiMERU hoped he’d be able to catch you, but you were way too fast. Thankfully, you had informed them of your address and phone number if they ever had anything important to talk to you about.

He tried calling you, but you wouldn’t pick up. Ah, that’s right. It’s after work hours now, so of course you wouldn’t pick up. The last resort was to visit you on the way home.

Now, how was he supposed to get there?

It was 9pm by the time HiMERU finally reached your place. He was held up by other idols in the agency who tried talking to him. As polite as he ever was, he joined in the conversations. He didn’t want to make himself look bad after all.

But he was finally here. He knew how important your planner was since you brought it with you everywhere. He knocked on your door and waited.

After a few seconds, it opened up.

“Eh, HiMERU…?” you groaned. “Why are you here at this hour? …Did something happen?”

“I… uh…”

HiMERU couldn’t look away from the outfit you were wearing, but he knew that he should. You were wearing nothing else but a silky nightgown that accentuated your curves. He could tell why you wouldn’t care about your appearance because gripped in your hand was a bottle of alcohol.

“Well then, what is it?” you asked, kind of irritated. You took another long sip of the alcohol and sighed.

He avoided your gaze as he handed you over your planner.

“You left this in the rehearsal room,” he said.

But before you could take it from him, he snatched the bottle away from you.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “That’s mine!”

“Miss (Y/N), you’re a producer at Cos Pro, HiMERU doesn't think you should be drinking the night before work tomorrow,” HiMERU stated blankly.

“Ugh, this sucks! You seriously don’t understand how much anxiety and stress I’ve incurred during my days at Cos Pro! This is the only way I can cope! So, give me back the bottle now, and leave me alone!”

HiMERU never really thought about how you might of felt. He always thought you were well kept and organised, but seeing you in front of him now said otherwise.

“Give… it… back!” you cried, trying to reach for the bottle, but HiMERU merely lifted it higher in the air.

“Miss (Y/N), there are many other ways to deal with stress,” he said. “Alcohol shouldn’t be one of them.”

“Ugh, whatever! It’s not like you have better ideas!”

“In fact, HiMERU does,” he replied, sighing. He couldn’t believe that his crush was an alcoholic.

“Alright then, tell me,” you challenged.

“HiMERU just needs your consent first.”

“Nghh... ah~!" you gasped.

You were spread out on the sofa, your nightgown pulled up to bare your nakedness as HiMERU's tongue licked your soaked folds slowly.

This wasn't what you expected when HiMERU told you he had a better idea. What you expected from him was a mature suggestion, something such as exercising to calm down your nerves, but THIS? You would have never guessed he was going to go down on you?! No wonder why he asked you for your consent and the levels of your alcohol tolerance.

And it's a good thing you had such high alcohol tolerance because the feeling of being eaten out like this felt so good. You'd hate to miss out on this.

Wait, what on earth are you thinking?!

“Ah~ mhmm…”

You couldn't believe that you're just letting him eat you out like this! Out of all people as well? HiMERU?! ...Well, it's not like you ever hated him. Sure, you've treated him coldly, but that's because you're at work to do work, not to make friends. All you ever cared about was surviving. You were only working in Cos Pro to earn money to live. So, keeping up a cold, tough act was one way to do it. Unfortunately, work at Cos Pro was absolutely aggravating and depressing. That's why you had resorted to alcohol.

But this... this seems to be more pleasurable.

His hands kept your legs secured and spread out as he continued to lick and suck on your pussy, leaving trails of kisses here and there across the inner parts of your thighs.

"Ahhh~ feels... so... good~"

He smirked. He liked the sounds you were making because of him, and he was happy that you were enjoying yourself too. He knew that sex was a good way to reduce negative emotions, and it's a lot more healthier than taking in alcohol. However, he also knew that this was something he would never think of doing with his producer let alone his crush. Was he perhaps... breaking out of character...?

He was only planning on making you feel good, so you were able to get a good night's rest before tomorrow morning, but a tent formed in his pants too. He wanted you so bad, but he knew he shouldn't. He vowed that once you came, he was going to leave. He was only doing this for you and you only, it wasn't about himself.

Out of the blue, you grabbed his blue locks and shoved him closer to your pussy.

"Ahh~! More...! Please give me more...!" you pleaded. "Ngh~!"

He gagged a bit, but obeyed. The flicking of his tongue inside your pussy sped up, causing your moans to build up too. As he looked at your face from below, you made eye contact with him. His gleaming yellow eyes looked particularly sexy from down there, it made your face even more hotter than it was before.

"Mmm~" you went. Something within you wanted even more than this.

Your pretty figure arched at his touch.

"HiMERU, I'm... I'm going to c-come...!"

"Hah..." he groaned, lifting his head up from between your legs. "Then come..."

You did as you were told. He watched you squirt all over the sofa, soaking it in the process. You panted in exhaustion, but you couldn't help but smile at how good that felt.

"You came... that's great..." he muttered, panting. "HiMERU will get you cleaned up now. Have a good night, okay? HiMERU will taking your alcohol away too."

He stood up, but you immediately grabbed his hand, yanking him back down. He caught himself before he fell right on top of you, his arms on each side of you as he looked down at you from below.

"Please stay..." you whispered, reaching for his neck. "I want more of you... I want you inside me..."

HiMERU's cheeks instantly turned pink. He couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. "(Y/N), I can't..." he said, dropping the honourifics and looking away.

"Please, HiMERU... you want me too, right?" you said, eyeing his boner. "I'll let you have all of me."

He was silent for a bit, but then looked back at you. You looked desperate and extremely needy. Sweat rolled down your flushed face, your eyes begging him to completely rail you.

He sighed and leaned down a bit so that your lips touched his ever so slightly.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered. "I won't hold back."

"Yes... I'm sure... I want you to fuck me..."

"...Alright."

Your arms wrapped around his neck once he completely laid his body weight on yours. He kissed your lips tenderly, but on the other hand, you bit his. You kissed him roughly which he didn't seem to mind, so he returned the action. Saliva started to form between your tongues as you parted, a thin string swung.

"Hah..." he moaned. He still couldn't believe that he was doing this with his producer, someone in a higher position than him in the industry. He couldn't believe that he was doing it with you, his crush in the industry, the beautiful yet cold woman he had fallen in love with. He was rather lucky if he thought about it.

He unbuckled his belt as you waited for him excitedly. He pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out. It was big and hard, precum had already seeped out of the tip. It was such a pretty cock that even you would love it if he shoved it down your throat.

His tip brushed against your flaps causing you to moan. He did this several times as if he was teasing you, but he just loved the sight of his dick just stroking your pussy, and the sight of you being irritated that you hadn't put it in yet.

"HiMERU!" you cried. "Just put it in alr–"

HiMERU shoved his dick into your hole before you could finish your sentence. He began to ram into you as fast as he could.

"Gyah~!" you cried. "Ahh~ ahh~!"

"Hah... you're... tight..." he mumbled. "Ugh... fuck... this feels... good...!"

Thrusting his dick in and out of you, HiMERU pulled your nightgown even higher to expose your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples which were hard from how aroused you were.

"Ahh~! H-HiMERU...!"

"(Y/N)... fuck..."

His tongue swirled around your nipple as he began to suck on it roughly, another hand caressing the other boob slowly.

"H-HiMERU..." you moaned. "I can't... believe that we're doing this... haha... I can't believe I'm doing this..."

"Neither does HiMERU," he replied, thrusting into you with no intentions of stopping. "HiMERU doesn't understand why you're okay with this... when... you never wanted to look his way..."

You were silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

"I just hope... you don't hate 'me'..." he mumbled. "'I' like you a lot, (Y/N)..."

"I don't necessarily 'hate' you..." you said slowly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I never hated you."

You smiled at him, a genuine, pretty smile that he has never seen you pull at work ever. This was new to him, this emotion that you were portraying. You looked like a completely different person now from the producer he had fallen in love with.

He was in awe, he was in love. He wanted to see you smile like that all the time. Still, he loved the cold, tough woman you were at work too, but this version of you was something he could adore as well.

He smiled at you sadly. "You really are beautiful," he stated, kissing your forehead softly. "I hope you can smile like that more..."

Your hand made its way to cup HiMERU's cheek. "You're so nice to me even when I haven't been as nice to you... don't do that to yourself..." you whispered, eyes beginning to water. You couldn't believe how kind he was to you, a woman who was seen as cold-hearted.

His pace slowed down. He held your hand and shook his head, "No matter what you say, or anyone for that fact, I won't ever stop being kind to you. As I've stated before..." he continued to his cock deep into you. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"Ah... ah... H-HiMERU..."

And as on cue, you came right on his dick. He kissed your cheek as you panted uncontrollably. Pulling himself out of you, he rubbed his dick a little bit before coming onto your naked body. Warm cum dripped onto your chest, coating it in a white finish. HiMERU would like to admit that he liked the sight in front of him, having you covered in his cum.

"H-HiMERU... thank you..."

"Of course."

He helped you clean up before he left. Once he was outside your door, you called after him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Um... would you... be able to help me out again?" you said sheepishly. "Uh... with my anxiety and stuff..."

He snickered. Holding your cheek gently, he nodded. "If you ever need me, I'll be there for you... no matter what you need me to do, I'll do it."

You watched him walk down the hallway and down the steps of your apartment. You closed the door with a sigh. A smile crept up your face.

"Heh... that was a good stress reliever~"

After that one night, the two of you began to relieve each other's stress with even more sex. Whenever you were stressed out at work, HiMERU was willing to give you a quick fingering in your office... or whether he was having a bad day due to Rinne, you would reciprocate with a quick blowjob in the bathrooms. Although the two of you kept it professional within the workplace, you just couldn't help but touch each other and help the other out. As the days progressed, perhaps the two of you would turn this little playdate thing into a more established relationship where you're able to fuck HiMERU to your heart's content.

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[hxjikonn]

Hello again~! May i request Lilia and Malleus react with reader who tried to create an Ai resemble of themself cuz human life are too short and they don't want them to feel sad when they are gone.

Avid angst enjoyer here thanking you for this wonderfully hurtful idea, also I’m sorry this took so long lmao😭🫶🏻 hope you enjoy it!

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‘Till forever falls apart

☆Staring☆: Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge x GN! Reader

Synopsis: How would they react finding out you’ve been working on creating an AI version of yourself so that they’ll have you with them even when you’re gone

Warnings: Mentions of Death, A lot of crying.

Malleus Draconia

“Ah…” you gasped, waking up in a cold sweat, you didn’t have any nightmares however you knew what you were feeling was worse…fear…pure fear. You clutched on to your shirt, feeling your heart beat, hearing it thump in your ears. Grim woke up to the sound of your breathing “Hey…are you okay?” He sat up rubbing his eye with his paw, “I’m fine Grim…it’s just…it’s happening again…” you said patting his head.

The cat frowned upon your response, but you only returned his expression with a smile “Dont worry about me…you can go back to sleep, I’ll come back to bed in a second…” you scratched behind his ear attempting to woo him to sleep, “Where you going anyway?” He asked, already half asleep. “Just somewhere…don’t worry about it” you gave him more head pats until finally he fell back into a slumber.

As you leave the room, you headed to the lounge area, there you opened your laptop at started coding, a little skill you learned from Idia, you sighed and stopped typing for awhile. “Why am I doing this…” you asked yourself burrying yourself into your palms, tears start to well up in your eyes, the truth of it all was that the reason of your fear was simple. It was death.

And no not death itself, but what and who you’ll leave behind when you die. You’re afraid of leaving him. You knew that a lifespan of a fae such as Malleus lasted a lot longer than yours, and as much as you wanted to stay by his side forever, you couldn’t. So you had a talk with Idia a few weeks back about creating an AI version of yourself.

He was against it at first, but he knew what it felt like to lose someone, and he didn’t wish that upon anyone, so he taught you how…and here you are. You thought it’d be easy to do this, it’s just precaution you said, but ever since you started, you feared the day you’d disappear would be closer.

You hugged your knees and cried, you couldn’t anything other than that, it’s not like you had magic like the others, or half fae like sebek. There wasn’t any other way. “Why are you crying my love?” a soft whisper from behind you was heard, before you could even look back, he had picked you up and placed you on his lap, enveloping you in his warmth.

“Malleus?? What are you doing here?” You looked up at him, your cheeks still had tears running down them. “I felt that you were upset…so I came…” he said, “now it’s your turn to answer…” he adds. You looked back down onto your hands “I just watched a sad movie…” you lied. “It must’ve been a very sad movie considering you were shaking before I held you…” he didn’t buy your excuse.

You only nodded at his response, feeling him beside you only made the fear worse, your mind racing with thoughts like how you wont ever get to be held by him like this again once you die…you’ll never hear his voice…you wont be able to hug him again… suddenly your thoughts were interrupted with 3 words, 3 simple words that broke you. “I’m also afraid.” He said.

You couldn’t respond you didn’t know what to say so you let him continue as you hold yourself together. “Time is a very cruel creature. It yields no magic, it doesn’t even commit violence but it wipes away many many lives…” the tone of his voice had a slight shake in them. Desperately trying to not talk about this topic, you faked a yawn “Mal…I’m a bit tired…I think I’ll go rest” you said as you stood up, shutting your laptop and walking away.

You didn’t want to talk about this, this is what you’ve been keeping from him, you don’t want to hurt him, it’s the exact reason why you chose to create your AI version. “I’m afraid of losing you too…” he spoke. It was as if you were shattered, you heard the loud thumping of your heart in your ears again as well as the cold traces your tears leave on your cheeks.

“I’m scared…each passing day I think about the clock of your lifespan running out, it scares me. I don’t want to think about the day when you leave me…” he confessed, you didn’t even hear him walk towards you but you suddenly felt his arms on your waist. You felt his tears staining your shirt. It hurts. You trembled in his embrace, shaky breaths escape your lips.

“They deemed me one of the one of the 5 most powerful wizards in the world but even I’m scared of time taking you away…” He whispers weakly, “however I don’t want anyone other than you, not even a copy…” he adds, you turn to face him in shock. “How did you…” “I love you too much to not know what you’re thinking about my love” he interrupts. “I’m sorry…” you apologized, breaking into a fit of sobs.

He held you close also erupting into cries, “I don’t want to leave you…I don’t want you to feel alone again, I want you to see that I’m here even though I’m gone….” You explained hugging him. “But it’s not you…” he answered. “You can program it to be you as much as you want but I’d rather accept the fact that I’ve loved you until your last moments than to play pretend with a copy of what you used to be…” he finishes, kissing your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

“I love you…and even though I know it’ll come one day, I’ll spend every second loving you, caring for you, and being with you until then.” He held you as if you were porcelain, as if you could break at the slightest touch, as if you’d disappear if he lets you go. You hiccuped and sniffled holding on to him as well, you never wanted to let go.

Suddenly the fear that had been clouding your mind left. The storm had passed, everything felt okay again. You grew tired after a long while of tears and sorrow, Malleus took the initiative to take you to bed. But he didn’t return to diasomnia that night. He didn’t want to be far from you, not now, not ever.

Lilia Vanrouge

You we’re excited to see him, your lover, you had a very special gift to show him today. You finally finished it, after long hours, nights, days, weeks, months of preparation it’s finally done. An innocent gift, you had no ill intentions in making this. All you wanted was to make him happy, even if you’re not there with him one day.

“Come on! Just a little bit further” you held on to his shoulders, pushing him towards the room as he was blindfolded “My dear you’ve been pushing me for the past 5 minutes now, when can I see your little surprise?” Lilia said, unknowing of what it is. You two finally reached the room where the “gift” was and you were do excited for him to see, though you had to admit it hurt nonetheless…you were doing this for him

“Okay…you can take your blindfold off now” you said as you stood infront of your lover, he reluctantly took his blindfold off and met eyes with you, “What? Is the surprise to be alone with you in a room? If it is I’m absolutely loving it” he said cupping your face lovingly. You laughed and took his hands off your face gently, “No…well I mean yes, but right now you’ll see two of me…” you said, hinting at what lays ahead

He gazes at you, both confusion and amusement lingers in his eyes, he crosses his arms smiling waiting for you to reveal whatever it is you had planned, the moment you did though…his smile died along with his amusement….he looks at it with nothing but bafflement and sadness “What is this?”were the only words that left him…

“It’s me!” You beamed at him showing him the holographic replica you made of yourself, “I made me, for you” you awkwardly stated, now saying it out loud it sounded bad, “B-but! I made it because-“ Lilia cuts you off before you could even redeem yourself

“No Y/n.” he says sternly. “Lilia I just-“ he cuts you off once again “No Y/n. Whatever this is…I don’t like it…I don’t appreciate it.” He says motioning to the holographic version of yourself, his expression pained, upset, confused and angry. “I’m not gonna be here forever Lilia…nor can I live as long as you” you defended yourself

“And you think this is gonna make me feel at ease?!Having a version of you, that I cant touch, that I can speak to but has computerized answers, some kind of moving picture that isn’t living…this thing is not you.” He snaps back angrily, he gazes at the hologram filled with spite. Making you tear up a bit, you had figured this would be one of the reactions you’d get, though you hadn’t prepared for it as much as you thought…

“I’m scared Lilia, I’m afraid of leaving…I don’t want you to feel like you’ve lost me one day when my human body gives up on me…I cant stay even though I want to so this the best I could do” you choked back tears…looking at the floor filled with hurt and fear, fear for the day that waits, the day that you pass away…leaving him forever.

You thought you finally made Lilia hate you, maybe it was for the best you thought, maybe it’s better he hates you than loves you, that way when you’re gone, it wont hurt him as much. You heard footsteps on the wooden floor, in your mind, you told yourself Lilia was leaving now…so you stayed put, shut eyes and head hanging low.

But unexpectedly, you felt a warm, loving, and strong embrace, it felt like the last push you needed to let out the tears you’ve been holding back, and you did. “I’d rather miss you everyday for as long as I live, than having to ease the pain of not having you with this contraption…” He says in a hushed tone while comfortingly rubbing your back

“I’d rather spend the rest of my days thinking about the memories we’ve made when you were here, than to make new fake memories with a hologram…” he adds, you continued to sob and hold him weakly, feeling as if every word he spoke was a dagger through your chest, but something you also needed to hear.

“I’ve been knew about this the moment I decided to love you, I knew you weren’t going to be with me forever, I knew you were going to leave first, but I wasn’t scared, because I promised myself I’d spend every waking day with you, making our time together memorable…so that when you leave I’d know…that I made you happy while you were here…and that you’ve spent your mortal years contently…” Lilia spoke, his voice quivering but also spoke to you with the gentlest tone.

He backs away slightly to give you a short but passionate kiss, then he pulls away putting his forehead on yours, tears both staining your cheeks as they trailed down from your eyes “I love you, only you, no one else, nothing else, just you. The Y/n I can hug, and kiss, and laugh with…you.” Lilia smiles sadly, wiping your cheek with her thumbs.

You nod, still feeling the tears continuously flowing, Your lover pulled you back into his tight but loving embrace, it felt safe…like all your worries being washed away, you knew now that everything was going to be okay, all you needed was him, as long as he was with you, nothing else mattered.

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A/N: Heyyyy so here’s a little something that’s been on my drafts for the longest time now 😭🤚🏻 I’m a bit rusty as I haven’t wrote anything in a long time so this may come off as rushed or repetitive, But nonetheless hope you guys like it ♡♡♡ (also sorry for coming back with another angst post lolllll) love ya bye! 🫶🏻

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One Shot For Pondhue Rick Sanchez x Reader Fluff

I hope this doesn't format weird, but I've been doing one shot fanfic for art trades, this is my first finished one! If you're interested go ahead and dm me but I've got lots to tackle.

I love @pondhue's art, be sure to check them out, this is what they requested, enjoy :)

“Summer!” Morty yelled up the stairs in an exasperated voice. Both his hands are clenched on the straps of his backpack. “I-I’m gonna be late for math, Mom said we have to walk together this time.”

You were cross legged on the recliner as you watched her bound down the stairs with a pink zippered pouch in hand. 

“Don’t act like you give a shit about your education Morty, it’s not a good look for you.” She rolls her eyes in his direction and hands you the pouch. “You can use anything but Funny Bunny and the glitters. See you tonight!”  She was out the door before you could even say thank you. 

“She’s fuckin’ killing me, y/n.” Morty gave a frustrated huff. The door slams shut and you stifle a laugh.

You almost slide off of the recliner in favor of the floor, then go through Summer’s nail stuff. The polish bottles all clink against one another gently. 

It was empty and quiet. The Beths and Jerry had said something about a galactic honeymoon before being cut off by disgusted groans from Rick and the kids. It was an easy job to take.

You turn on the TV for some background noise, and decide to pick your favorite color.  

House sitting seemed unnecessary for the Smiths, but it would be nice to be around Rick more in light of your recent “exclusivity.” Rick’s chosen word, not yours. It was kinda sweet, you supposed.

You start with your left hand, laying it flat on the coffee table. It was fun, and soothing. 

Exclusive was a nice term, you think. Not too distant, or too territorial. He respected you.

You were starting another finger when you heard the familiar warp of a portal materializing in the kitchen. 

God, Rick was noisy. Every box and bottle in the fridge resounded as if he were taking inventory, he hacked and coughed every few seconds. Was he aware that you were here? Was he trying to make a point, like you had to acknowledge his presence first?

You continue without a word. Maybe you could do your toes too? Should you match, or pick another color?

Your mouth twitched as you saw him from the corner of your eye. He plopped himself down on the couch, adjacent to your spot on the floor, with a drink in his hand. He burps and changes the channel. 

There was a comfortable silence, only the noise of different shows and commercials, human looking humans, nothing you’d usually see on interdimensional cable with him. 

Rick drapes his arm on the back of the couch. “Y-you gonna join me?”

“In a little bit, I’m almost done,” you said.

He grunts in reply.

Why was he being so quiet, almost shy?

You finished your last finger, waving them around a little to dry. You look back up at the TV, and literal shit is being spread on a bagel. 

“Jesus,” you automatically cringe and turn to Rick, “Why?”

“Poop deli,” he shrugs and takes a big swig of beer.

“That.. Is not–romantic,” you said.

He snorts but changes the channel anyway. “I didn’t realize you needed wooing right now, sweetheart.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Who said I needed it?” You say incredulously, flapping your hands to dry your nails faster. You know you looked silly and laughed a little as soon as you started.

“‘S a good color on you,” Rick almost mumbles, vaguely gesturing to the little set up of polish and remover, and all the other contents of Summer’s pouch on the coffee table. 

“Thank you.” You slide the nail stuff across the table and sit on the carpet next to Rick’s foot. “Maybe you could join me?”

“On the floor?” Rick’s voice almost reflected your own earlier regarding ‘poop deli.’

“It won’t kill you,” you said. “I was hoping I could do your nails too?” You almost didn’t ask, but you were curious. Sure, Rick usually gave most things shit, but you’d like to think you were his soft spot. 

“And what are you thinking, exactly?” He squints at you almost mockingly. He lowers himself smoothly onto the floor next to you.

“How about…” Your hand hovers over a few different bottles in Summers collection. “Lincoln Park After Park,” you said and handed him the bottle. 

“I’m—eughhh–’m not wearing purple.” He said flatly. He places it on the table and takes another swig of beer. 

“It’s basically black,” you scoffed. “I think it’s pretty. You’re lucky I don’t want to do the whole damn nail routine on you. I’m sure your cuticles are atrocious.”

Rick exhaled sharply through his nose, and rolled his eyes dramatically and splayed his large, bony hands out on the coffee table. “Before I change my mind.” 

You smile with satisfaction and scoot closer to him, going from sitting to kneeling. Tall bastard. You almost get poked by his knee as he crouches in an almost frog-like position, you laugh at the look on his face as you untwist the bottle. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek right before he starts complaining.

“That is a purple tinge,” he insists, emphasizing the color. 

“It’s black,” you set the bottle on the table and grab his hand. You start on his pinky finger, feeling the rough skin of his palm. “It’s not permanent, don’t be a child.”

“I’m aware of the properties of Earth nail polish,” he uses his free hand to take a swig of his beer, which almost spilled all over the carpet. “Forgive me for being a little more s–eughh-selective.”

“Earth nail polish?” You laugh. “So there’s alien versions, you mean?”

“Obviously. More durable and vibrant iterations of this shit. Think of that blackest black bullshit, but better. And it doesn’t stink. Just an obvious superiority of the wonders of the galaxy over puny mundane humanity.” His lab coat collar was wonky and he didn’t sound too serious about the last part.

“Mhm,” you said as you spaced his pinky away and moved onto his ring finger, careful not to smudge your own. “And how’d you get so familiar with galactic cosmetics?” He shrugged. “Old band days. I’ve told you about this before,” his eyebrow furrowed.

You could see a little bit of the purple tint as you finished another nail. 

“Drunken rants barely count as telling me,” you said. “The Flesh Curtains,” you said with a flourishing stroke.

“Th-this, it’s the first time since then I’ve gotten my nails painted,” he said, a little surprised at himself. “Bit of bird DMT and common sense is m-euguhghh-more than enough to overcome, fuckin gender societal bullshit.” He was watching your hands, one painting, the other keeping his still. “If you paint it all over the fingertip it’ll come off in the shower. Don’t exactly shower much at Birding Man, though.”

“That’s where you guys met, right?” You asked.

“Mhm,” Rick said. “Thirty somethin’ and didn’t give much of a fuck to do shit else. Just shows and drugs and all the usual rockstar bullshit. I was young. BP gave me a guitar and we were too shitfaced to stop ourselves.”

“Bird Person doesn’t seem the musical type,” you say as you take his other hand and dip the brush into the bottle of polish. “That’s pretty cool.”

“He’s a fuckin’ genius.” He waves his free hand. “Bird planet stuff gave him a natural advantage, I think. Heavy into classical. Would’ve been a w–eughhh–waste, -i-if he never did anything with it.”

“So what kind of music did you make?” You asked, smiling. You were trying not to seem too enthusiastic. You didn’t think he’d be so willing to open up. 

“Eughh–it was the eighties, I think, don’t fuckin’ remember too much. Rock, nu metal. For a bit we used an invention of mine with an algorithm that c-cal-calibrated the data from other successful rock acts across the known universe to write songs for us, bullshit like that. Didn’t work out. BP almost got us to do new-wave, n-eughh-not my cup of tea.” He takes his flask from his lab coat pocket. 

“Squanchy didn’t want that either. Too hyperactive. We found him squanchin’ backstage by the drumkit when we wanted to crash the festival, so that role for him happened naturally. I don’t think you’ve met him. When we were on the road I’d have to sing him to sleep while I drove cuz BP would just pass out. If Squanchy didn’t get a goddamn lullaby he’d have to squanch to go to bed, and that was when I actually gave a shit if my ship was clean..”

“I advise you to restrain your speed. Breaking Blimmyjink highway laws will further delay our performance,” Bird Person said in his monotone voice.

“I swear to fucking god, I’ll eject you into the vast emptiness of space if you spill that goddamn beer!” Rick yelled over his shoulder while keeping his eyes on the road. He coughed and hacked before narrowly swerving around another vehicle. 

They worked real hard to get a gig at the Celestes, and he wasn’t going to let shit ruin it. Rick growled a little as he forced himself to ease up on the gas pedal. 

“I didn’t spill squanch!” Squanchy whined.

“Should’ve brought my damn portal gun, you stupid fucks,” he barked at the other members in the car. “U—eughh-unbelievable.”  Rick had thought that a road trip-esque approach to a few of their gigs would create some type of positive relationship without too many drugs involved.

The galactic highway had too much traffic for a Thursday night, they had a shit time slot. He weaved in and out of lines of other ships and cars, speeding to get to the venue. His glass beer bottle nearly tipped over in the cup holder, before his bandmate caught it with a feathered hand.

“You’re in distress,” BP observed. 

“You deserve a medal,” Rick muttered.

“What seems to be the issue?” Bird Person persisted. 

“We need time t-to set up. No fuckin’ brainer. Even with the damn Band in a Box mechanism every .5 seconds counts in this GODDAMN TRAFFIC!” Rick yelled and honked his horn. 

The driver in front of him extended a tentacle out of their window.

“Is he flipping me off?” Rick asked, glancing at his cat-like drummer in the back seat. 

“Nah, he’s just giving you the squanch. Could be way worse, Rick.” Squanchy replied before chugging the rest of his drink, his feet kicked up on the drivers seat.

“Paws down asshole, you’ll sing yourself to sleep tonight,” Rick said through gritted teeth.

“Your voice is slightly hoarser than usual.” Bird Person said. “Perhaps your agitated state is creating strain on your physical health.”

“Only by 20.8%, which literally d-eughh-doesn’t matter,” Rick quipped. “This is a really important show, you know that.”

BP rifled through his satchel made of leaves and other stupid shit Rick didn’t see the point in before. He pulled out an unusually large acorn. 

“It is infused with healing syrups and herbs from my home planet. I insist.” He handed it to him when they slowed to a stop at a light. “It may soothe you.”

“What-am-am I supposed to eat this like an apple?” Rick's eyebrow arched before glancing back at the road.

“If by apple you imply a hand sized, edible food source–”

“Whatever,” Rick grumbled and took the acorn begrudgingly.

“Thank you for giving me your trust,” his bandmate replied.

The show at the Celestes had been a hit. It helped them book other gigs–turns out there were some good connections to make on a random Thursday night. Rick wasn’t on vocals that show, but he felt a lot better. He got so drunk that he crowd surfed and shit his pants in a broom closet. 

“We ended up having a p-pretty decent sized fan base on Blimmyjink even after we disbanded. Pers didn’t neutralize any of the tannins in that acorn, though,” Rick said with a laugh. “Tasted like shit.”

You were almost done with his second hand, almost wishing you could stall so he wouldn’t stop talking.

It was really nice of him to speak more about his past, considering Rick wasn’t very comfortable with his backstory, or a lot of what happened before he and Morty moved to this dimension. You could tell he was really trying. 

“That seems really fun. It would be nice to meet Squanchy sometime.” You put away the polish and rubbed his shoulder. “I didn’t realize you and BP had been so close. He doesn’t seem like the type to paint his nails.”

Rick scoffs. “Yeah, no thanks to me. They wanted to be lame and go onstage as they were, like f-fuckin’ Weezer or something. It was fun styling everyone. I had pierced ears back then too, we were so fuckin’ drunk–shit was lopsided.” 

He rolled his eyes and pressed a button on his watch, careful not to smudge his nail. 

A little holo projection appeared of an old picture you’d seen before. Rick, Bird Person, and Squanchy on stage. Fire effects erupting by the drumset, Bird Person with his wings displayed powerfully behind him, Rick lost in thought as his face contorted while striking the strings of his instrument. 

“Wow, yeah. You guys look amazing,” you try not to giggle a little at Rick’s get up. You hadn’t seen it in detail like this before— spiked leather bracelets, a skull on his belt buckle, the loosest, skinniest tank top that was as far away from his chest as possible, and a choker around his neck. Jesus Christ. What a choice, what a man.

“Clearly I was the o-eughh-only one that actually looked good,” Rick said with a wink. “But it was some good shit. We never made any money doing it. But we had some good memories.”

Rick's hands were both free as the nails dried, so he used them more as he talked. “That time in my life w-was a goddamn free for all. I trusted BP for no good reason when I’d been bitter and angry for years. We all almost wrote a whole album that night, after Birding Man, but Squanchy drunk pissed all over my equipment and we lost the files.”

“And drunk Rick didn’t waterproof his stuff back then?” You ask dubiously. 

“I–eughh–I think I can say I was a lesser man back then.” He said with a shrug.

“Do you miss it?” You ask.

“Loose shirts, shittier tech, different mindset back then. I don’t regret it, but I was...just running from a lot of shit. It was escapism. Every musician is disturbed, art is mental illness, whatever bullshit you wanna . I-I think I needed it.” He said fondly. “I’m a little less likely to do donuts in a Blimmyjink parking lot these days.”

The TV hums quietly in the background and you take in the natural pause. 

You take his hand cautiously, admiring the fit of yours with his, the new polish on your nails. “Thank you for giving me your trust.”

He brings his palm to your cheek and kisses your forehead.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #oneshot #fluff #flesh curtains rick #trade #birdperson

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Wee woo! I was wondering if you could write a male Yautja with a protective human mate? Even tho humans are WAY weaker.

What if another Yautja was insulting y/n, they doesn’t really care, then y/n’s mates comes out and is about to start shit. Then the rude Yautja insults their mate, before hubby can do anything to protect their honor little y/n knocks the guy tf out. What did we learn? Don’t talk shit about y/n’s mate.

Alien husband be like🧍‍♂️hold up-

Sorry if that was super specific, it’s been on my mind for a while and I haven’t been able to pleasingly write it for myself T^T

Your writing gives me something to look forward too at the end of a long, exhausting day. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. <3

A Yautja with a very protective human mate

Thank you very much for this request, @looseratinthegarage , I hope I met your expectations! 💖

Warnings: cussing, insults, fighting but nothing too serious

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You weren't quite popular amongst your alien shipmates. Not that it was much different from when you lived among humans, but at least they usually had the decency to wait until you left the room to talk shit about you.

Here, yautja would talk about you in plain sight, often looking at you while they did so. And instead of insults being muttered under their breath, they'd sometimes even stop you in your tracks just to let you know how little they valued your existence. They were obviously trying to get under your skin, which is why you tried so hard to just ignore their comments.

If you're being honest, you didn't mind them that much anyways. It was actually kinda refreshing- having people tell you what's on their mind for a change, even if it was negative.

But even then, you had to draw the line somewhere.

Today was Saturday, or at least you thought it was. Dates kind of blurred together since you moved onto the ship, but you still tried to retain some sort of routine. You had made some plans with your mate today since they didn't plan to go on a hunt, and you'd long been waiting to do something romantic for them. Well, as romantic as it can be when your life is reduced to a ship on which most areas you didn't have access to.

Looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you flashed a smile before taking your pocketknife and hiding it somewhere with easy access. It was almost time for your mate to arrive, and you'd intentionally picked an outfit you knew they enjoyed seeing you in.

With a kick in your step, you turned around to leave and made your way to your mate's quarters, only to meet them about halfway there.

"ah, there you are." you said and extended your hand, them gladly taking it, purring audibly as they did so "Are you excited?"

"You always excite me." they purred, grinning as they saw the blood rushing to your cheeks. You coughed, pulling on their arm as you led them to your first destination.

"yeah, yeah. You can tease me later. Right now we've got better things to do."

They tilted their head at you, having no problem keeping up even with you practically running to get where you wanted to go. "Which are?" they questioned.

"Patience." You scolded them, before you two turned a corner and got to one of the more populated areas of the ship. Something they didn't seem too fond of, gripping your hand so tight it almost hurt.

You stroked it reassuringly, looking up at them with a soft smile. They always worried so much about you, especially when around others of their kind. And though you understood why, you didn't want them to worry on your date. You wanted to make them feel good.

"hey, it's alright. C'mon, let me show you what I've planned for us." you took their hand up to your mouth to kiss it, before leading them into one of the rooms, which was filled with hand weapons and a large training area.

You had to hold in your laughter as you saw the question marks appear above their head.

"You...want me to train?" They asked confused. They were training a lot already, did you not think they were doing enough? Were you questioning their strength? They quickly shook that thought away. You had reassured them many times that you felt safe with them.

Then perhaps...

"I see." they hummed, taking one of larger blades and flexing their muscles. "You wish to watch me train, then?"

You laughed at this, gently taking the weapon and putting it back in it's place before taking a smaller one for yourself. You placed it's tip to your mate's chest threateningly, but they didn't as much as flinch as they looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. Cocky bastard... You lovingly cursed them in your mind

"Sort of. I want you to teach me." you say as you put the weapon back in it's place "You always worry so much, I thought this would help you sleep better knowing I could defend myself if the need arises." with delight, you watched as their eyes lit up at this and they moved towards you, obviously liking the idea.

Though before they could give you your first instructions, a loud growl came from behind, interrupting your little moment.

Annoyed, you spun around, meeting with the face of a yautia you've had the displeasure meeting before, but neglected to tell your mate in fear they might start a scene. Though obviously your efforts were now in vain.

"Why are you here?" They growled, not bothering to bend their back to look you in the eye, and instead puffing out their chest and, quite literally, looking down on you. "Do you enjoy taking up others space, ooman? Do you not realize that nobody wants you here?"

You rolled your eyes at their words. Can't you guys come up with something creative for once?

Getting ready to make a snarky remark, you got pushed back by your mate before you could open your mouth. Growling at them and flaring their mandibles, they stood before you, ready to defend your honor. You sighed, there it is. The Scene.

The other Yautja imitated your mate's stance, now directing their uncreative insults at them.

"And you, do you think there's any worth in that ooman you're mating? Or are you that incapable with your own species that you have to resort to... this" they spat, nodding in your direction.

Okay. Maybe a scene wouldn't be too bad right now.

Your mate was just about claw at them, when you stepped in. And before either of them could react you lurched forward to grab at their shoulder, using your leg to trip them and send them flying on their back. With a loud thud, they met with the ground, any attempts to get back at you dying as they saw the knife pressed firmly against their neck.

It was quiet for a few seconds as both of them stared at you in awe. Eventually, your mate stepped forward to place a warm hand on your shoulder. Their tone calm, but the look in their eyes and the loud purring showing just how ecstatic they were with what you just did.

"You're right little one, this does alleviate some of my worry."

#- and then they fcked lol #okay no but seriously #I really enjoyed this request even if it ended up being a little short but sometimes it just be like that yk #i hope you still liked it! #alien vs predator #yautja #alien #slasher #💚original post💚 #yautja x reader #the predator #yautja x human #(also thank you for the nice words they really made my evening <3)

[ja3hwa]

Morning | WooSanYeoHwa

「Synopsis」 : A typical morning in your house hold. Snuggles, breakfast and teasing all round.

「Word count」 : 695

-> Genre: Slice of Life, Suggestive Fluff. 

Paring: Reader x Wooyoung x San x Yeosang x Seonghwa

[Warnings] : Mention of food, Kissing, Teasing. Smoking, Tobacco, brief mention of other types of drug. If I missed anything let me know.

Note: Thank to my anon for this request. I hope you enjoy it well ♡♡ p.s I know it's a short fic. I'm trying to get all my older requests done but I'll keep trying to make sure they are over 1k but some just won't get there. Sorry for the inconvenience... ♡♡

Part Two -> [Click Here]

The smell of vanilla and pine surge through your nose as you can softly hear faint voices and shuffles in your room. You mentally groan, knowing it must be around four or five in the morning and that means all of your boys would be up and out of bed by now. Well everyone but you and San. Trying to get either of you out of bed was always a mission. So when you turn over to nuzzle in the human cuddle toy you let out a sigh of contentment at the sound of his calm heartbeat slowly putting you back to a slumbering state.

Peace doesn't last long however when Wooyoung comes rushing into the silent room, jumping head first onto the comforter making You and San groan. "Really Woo?" San pulled the redhead up but the arm, tugging into to lay in between you and Him. You both hold the noise box tight, trying your best to calm him down in hopes he will just lay with you for a little longer for some extra moments of slumber. But alas Seonghwa comes into the room to see the three of you dog pilled. He knew he shouldn't have gotten Wooyoung to be the one to wake you up.

"Come on babies. Time to wake." Seong walked over to your side of the bed, snaking his arms under your body, before pulling you off the bed into his arms. You didn't fight it, knowing it would just cause unnecessary arguments. You let Hwa take you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter. The cold marble made you shiver, making Seonghwa chuckle at your reaction. You both brushed your teeth. He stood in between your legs, rubbing your thigh lovingly with his free hand. Yeosang joined soon, retching for his own toothbrush while rubbing his eyes from sleep.

"Morning Sangie." You and Seong both sad through the sounds of toothpaste swishing in your mouths. Yeosang couldn't help but smile weakly at how similar you and Seonghwa were. You hopped off the counter, finishing up before kissing both of them on the cheeks. You noted your attire was still a large shirt and panties. You contemplated changing but you couldn't care at the moment, once you smelt the sweet scent of Wooyoung's cooking. You entered the kitchen to see San and Wooyoung. San was sitting at the bar table, speaking to Woo quietly while he rolled his morning cigarette. You leaned against the door frame, watching them do their own thing, oblivious to your presence.

"Something smells good." Yeosang broke the scene, walking past you softly into the kitchen to place himself right behind Wooyoung to give him a back hug while he cooked. Yeosang wasn't one for physical affection but he was more than willing to do anything if food was involved. The sound of San's lighter caught your attention along with the other two making Wooyoung groan in annoyance.

"Hey, Go outside of open a window if you're gonna do that." Wooyoung never liked the smell of tobacco and neither did Yeosang but You couldn't care less if you could smell it. Something about it gave you a weird type of nostalgia, like the smell, brought you memories of him. San lit the stick anyways without care for Woo's empty threat. You watching him take a big inhale, suddenly noted Seonghwa walking up to the dark-haired. He took him by the chin, giving San a long kiss while the smoke still sat in his lungs, pouring into Seonghwa's. The action made you tingle. Don't get yourself wrong, you would never smoke tobacco as you are afraid you will become addicted, but maybe wouldn't mind joining in on the fun with other smokables.

"Honey, Can you help me here." Yeosang's voice caught you out of the fantasy you were in the middle of having, suddenly seeing Seonghwa smirking in your direction while smoke left through his nose.

'Jesus is he trying to kill me?' You thought before making your way towards Yeosang to help set the dining table up so you can eat the delicious meal Wooyoung has so lovingly prepared.

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[good-beanswrites]

And here's Emergency with Kazui for @qrevo, thank you for the request! I realized as much as Kazui's moment saving Fuuta lives in my brain, I haven't ever written anything for it, so have some more Kazui propaganda haha! (There's reference to violence, but no graphic descriptions or anything 👍)

Kazui may have joked that his reflexes were dulling with age, but they were still perfectly intact when called upon. He thought leaving his profession behind meant he’d no longer be the first responder to an emergency situation. He thought that he’d be done stumbling onto blood-covered scenes of victims and assailants. Milgram had proved him wrong.

He left many of the others in the common room, enjoying a lighthearted conversation after dinner. He stepped into the dim prison hallway, hoping to grab a cigarette from his cell and return in time to catch the end of Shidou’s story. 

There rose some shouting from up ahead. Kazui picked up his pace, but there was no need to get too worked up, he thought. Mikoto had been awfully loud in his cell after his verdict. Tensions were high among the prisoners, and squabbles broke out all the time. Even upon recognizing Fuuta and Kotoko’s voices, he figured the two were having one of their usual disagreements. 

It was only when he could make out some of Fuuta’s desperate words that his instincts kicked in.

“Help! Please! Is anybody -- aargk!”

Kazui’s feet were pounding across the prison before he had a moment to think. Everything snapped into focus. His time in Milgram had felt like some strange dream, but now his senses became completely clear. 

He followed the noise, now recognizing the sickening sounds of violence and agonized cries between each. Though he could already piece together what was going on, his training had him peer around corners and into cells to be sure there were no other threats. He went flying into Fuuta’s cell.

He had only a second to take in the scene. Kotoko was winding up for a kick -- another kick by the look of it. Fuuta was curled in a heap in the corner, his uniform straps tangled around him. His hands shielded his face. All of which, and the ground below, dripped with blood. 

Kazui took Kotoko’s arm, yanking her back before her boot could connect. She recovered much quicker from her surprise than he expected. She shifted her weight around, using new leverage to escape his grasp. As she took a swing at him, he suddenly recalled their earlier conversation about fighting styles. 

He blocked blow after blow. Damn, she was strong.

“Kotoko, what is all this? I’m not trying to hurt you, but you can’t --” Kazui grunted as she landed a solid hit. He continued rattling off some typical deescalation attempts, but she didn’t hear a word of it. She hardly even looked at him, keeping her eyes trained on Fuuta as they fought. 

“He’s a killer,” she said evenly. “Do you even know what he’s done?”

“Do you?”

“It’s unforgivable.”

“It’s not your call to make!” At last, Kazui managed to shove her outside the cell. She stumbled back. The two took a breath. 

She wiped blood from her lip where Fuuta must have struck back. “The warden knows this is true justice. You know it is, too.” 

Then, she disappeared around the corner.

Kazui stepped out to be sure she wouldn’t return. He ran back to Fuuta the moment she was out of sight. She wasn’t his top priority.

He found Fuuta mumbling to himself, still clutching his face. Kazui had only seen him with his confident, fiery attitude. He felt his stomach clench hearing the boy whimper in pain and fear. Kazui often forgot how young these prisoners truly were.

“Hey, it’s okay. She’s gone. Hey, look at me.” He gently took Fuuta’s hands, pulling them away to assess the damage. His face twisted at the sight. This was more than he was equipped to handle. 

Fuuta’s hands wrapped back around himself. He gasped for air. “She… please… I can't... my eye…”

“You’re going to be alright. Just stay with me.” In a swift motion, he swung Fuuta over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. The boy cried out, but Kazui was already on the move. He called to Shidou from down the hall. 

As soon as he set foot in the common area, he began giving orders. He told Shidou to examine Fuuta's condition, laying him on one of the tables. He demanded the others stay put until he could find Kotoko. He asked where the other guilty prisoners were. Most just gaped at him in shock. Though their delayed reaction was frustrating in the moment, he understood their surprise. He realized it was the first time he’d raised his voice since coming here. He’d always sat back and let the others take the lead; it was probably strange to see a laid back man like him suddenly taking charge.

Yuno leapt to her feet, already ignoring his warnings. He caught her with an arm before she could run out the door. “Oh god, Mahiru!”

“I’ll find her. Don’t leave.”

He turned on his heel and went running once more.

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #with others #its probably the expected answer for milgram/emergency lol but i still wanted to try my hand at the scene #its cool now knowing that kazui had some sort of background that helped him out -- i always thought it was a strength thing so it #was exciting for him to reveal that in cat #i think shidou gets a lot of credit for being the hero and taking charge in this moment (which is fair) #but i definitely think it could be kazui instead -- even though his character is cowardly itd fit to have him take the lead here #also RIP fuuta was supposed to play more of a role ;-; i went into this ready to put a pretty equal focus on both he and kazui #and as i wrote i was like. oh right. he dieded. #so i shall write something more fuuta-centric another time... #anyway hope you enjoy -- thank you for the request woo! #drabbles

[kingkenzieofmold]

WHOOOOOOO YEAAAAH BABYYYY!!! Thatswhativebeenwaitinfor! Thatswhatitsallabou- WOOOOO-

Anyway, my first request in ages would be Henry toting his backpack, and Calvin of the Perez Siblings on a little stroll, chatting about in undecipherable text bubbles.

Side-front view, some distance from each other so that both of them are seen.

No hoodie for Henry, just boots.

Much aprecciated and thanks a ton!

Woo! I hope you enjoy!<3

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin fanart #henry stickmin oc #thsc fanart #thsc oc #thsc #thsc calvin perez #thsc henry stickmin #calvim perez #henry stickmin #art requests #moldy art

[rebornologist]

Hi, Jyunie! I hope you're feeling well!

First of all, I really wanted to thank you for sharing your writings, they always make my day better. 💜

For my request, I'd like to see your take on this scenario: reader being Dino's S/o and Squalo's best friend.

Do you think they would get along fine, or bicker a lot? I kinda think Squalo is super protective, even though he pretends to not care a lot, so I can picture him threatening Dino right when the relationship started. On the other side, I think Dino would definitely try his best to become friends (in his head, they are since school years, but Squ denies it) with Squalo to make his S/o happy.

Anyways, thanks so much for keeping your requests open!

Also, you don't have to reply if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. Your health is the most important.

Hello Emyyy my lovee! Thank you for sliding this into my inbox, I love them both so much and this is such a fun dynamic. I penned this a bit late into the night, and honestly need to finish my reread of the series as a refresher of all the characters traits and interpersonal interactions in canon.. but I hope you enjoy :) All my love xox

♡ Dino as your S/O & Squalo as your best friend ✧

༚✧⁺˳₊˚‿︵‿︵‿୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿˚₊˳⁺✧༚

Dino and Squalo are fascinating to me because they differ greatly in what they pride themselves in and where their loyalties lie, not to mention their contrasting temperaments. They’re a tortoiseshell cat and labrador retriever duo if I’ve ever seen one.

I see them as people that just keep finding each other in life, despite not intending to become close to one another, it kind of just happens. There’s a bond there, even if it’s just mutual respect and knowing that they can rely on the other (even if they would never want to do that).

I’d like to imagine that Reader would have known Squalo prior to the ring conflict, being a close friend of his, and not knowing Dino well/at all until Squalo got his ass handed to him and he reconnected with Dino in the hospital. They may not understand the Cavallone head’s intentions with saving Squalo, but it meant the world to them that they got to see their best friend in one piece. They could have gotten to know Dino better by running into him during their hospital visits. The relationship that ensued definitely developed outside of any interactions with Squalo involved, because they would have gotten their asses handed to them if either of them went to him for tips on how to woo the other.

Squalo’s invested in his friend’s wellness and success but is not the type to pry or think too much about their personal life—he has a lot going on with his work already, and if there was anything pressing, they would share without him asking. And that they do, earning them the most memorable shocked and wide-eyed look from the swordsman.

✧ ୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧ ✧

“WITH WHO?! That Cavallone loser? You’re fucking with me.” He gives you an incredulous side eye when you finally mention that the date you’re leaving for is with Dino. You stand your ground, giving him a flat smile and a quick shake of the head.

“Nope, not joking.”

He holds his temples with his gloved hand for a moment, and you see his head dip as he sighs quietly in resignation.

“For fuck’s sake,” he turns to raise an eyebrow at you, his face twisted as if he just smelled something bad. “...why?”

✧ ୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ♡ ₊˳⁺ ୨୧ ✧

He asks out of curiosity, and would tell you “that’s enough” the second you start actually gushing about Dino. He’s smart enough to understand what your intentions may be with the Cavallone boss, but.. he still.. needs a moment to process the idea of anyone actually being worth your time and affections. He has a lot of pride in himself and by extension, the people he associates with. He respects Dino enough and can come to terms with the fact that in any case of you not being able to handle yourself, you’ll at least be in good hands. He realizes that now he’s doomed to meet Dino again for lunch or something, now that he’s your s/o. He pretends to mind it more than he actually does, he’s just not good at expressing himself.

While Squalo is processing this, Dino is, in fact, right outside ready to pick you up with his luxury car and a giant bouquet of flowers waiting for you.

Dino doesn’t see any issue with you being Squalo’s bestie and is actually... so happy that Squalo is the reason that he got to meet you again! He’s definitely the warmer one in any of their exchanges, but any tension between them is more about their differing loyalties than anything else, so they can at least both agree that you are an excellent individual.

Their bickering is minor, especially as time goes on and they grow used to the dynamic. In Squalo’s eyes, he doesn’t have to become Dino’s bestie just because he’s dating his best friend, and Dino is as amicable as ever. He cares just enough about not stepping on toes in the sense that he minds the PDA (he does this in general, but especially if he feels like it might be bothering someone in their presence).

Through you, Dino begins to learn more about Squalo. He’s the shit brickhouse and Reader is the one that gushes to their s/o about how much they love their best friend. Personally, I think that best friends are soulmates, so I can only imagine how much Reader has to share with Dino, and of course, he eats it all up. He loves learning more about Squalo on a level that only a personal friend would know, and not just what he knows about him as a swordsman and professional assassin. He also shares as much as you'd want to hear about his time in school and what "memories" he has from the alternate future. It's really amusing to see the differences in how the two describe the same events.

At some point Dino becomes involved in little things like your close friends' birthdays, Christmas cards, etc. Squalo thinks it’s totally extra and uncalled for, but Dino insists that it’s because they’re basically pals?!? Friends by proxy?! Nothing wrong with Squ being on the DinoY/N holiday postcard mailing list <3

Sometimes Squalo makes comments about how the two of y’all should “take it somewhere else”. Dino laughs it off and teases that Squ will most definitely be Reader's man of honour at the wedding, and Reader can decide to either shut down Dino in embarrassment or agree enthusiastically to torture their bestie further. All in good fun :’)

this was so cute to think about I love grumpy sunshine sm help

#khr #hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #superbi squalo #dino cavallone #dino cavallone x reader #dino x reader

[tvbbosdarling]

ranboo fae cg headcannons:)

Fae!Ranboo Caregiver Hcs

Warnings: None!

Notes: AHH MY FIRST REQUEST :DD And this person is very lovely~ so not alot of little gear in this fic, this time on purpose, but still hope it's enjoyable~ Thank you for your request!! I didn't have too many ideas for Ranboo ^^" Plus my tumblr is being so wonky >:( But I hope you enjoy this my lovely requester!~

- When travelers come by, the village makes sure to give them one rule. Do not enter the forest. They try their best to make a clear path so they don't get lost, The fae live in the forest don't you know? Creatures who will trick you. With pretty eyes and smooth skin followed with tempting words, So tempting you'll ignore the fluttering wings behind them..

- Ranboo knows the village people know this, so to sense someone in his forest confused him to say the least. Even more when he sees how.. Well.. Small you are. He feels a strange urge to pick you up, his mind pulling at him about it. Is it your height that makes you seem so small to him? He thinks there's something more..

- When you come close to his mushroom ring, he appears gently. Sitting on the ground with fluttering wings, and wow are mortals always this small??? "Are you okay? You seem lost.. Do you need help traveler?"

- He may be.. Well, more nervous when it comes to this stuff but he has a job to do. He tries to trick you into giving your name up and when you manage to avoid getting tricked by him, he watches you leave.. And wonders how old you are.

- Then you come back, Ranboo's surprised but hey- it's very lonely in the forest and other faes are only so interesting, but you are something new. Something interesting.. So anyway, you two, similar to my Fae!Wilbur hcs, are bound to start growing close once you keep coming back!!

- Now, Ranboo doesn't mean to baby you. But you are oh so small and he can't help but ask questions. "Have you always been this small?", "You are so tiny- Wait, can I see your hand?" So if you end up slipping because of the comments, then congrats! You now have your very own fae caregiver!!

- Fae!Ranboo as a caregiver is anxious, he's very overprotective and always, always carries bandaids with him. And yes they are Disney princess themed. But after a bit of him taking care of you, he'll start to relax but he still carries the bandaids with him!! Just incase.

- Ranboo actually makes his own nail polish out of berries and some other ingredients!!! (fae magic probably) so he's only too happy to let you paint his nails, or paint in general!! If you wanna get crafty, he will make you some paints and let you paint on pieces of wood.. Although he does triple check to make sure the wood is splinter proof, woo fae magic!!

- Ranboo loves to cradle you, sometimes he'll sneak up behind you and just pick you up, spinning you all around as he laughs. He loves to tease you, especially if you giggle with him. "Hmmm??? Why are you giggling- Okay. Well if you're gonna giggle, then you need to know about another fae custom.. Once fae hear an adorable baby laugh then the tickle monster comes out! What do you mean I'm lying? Fae can't lie silly~ so It's true-"

- Fae naturally attract animals, but Ranboo naturally attracts cats. So sometimes when you two are playing a cat will sneak up, rubbing themself against Ranboo and you.. There's one particular cat Ranboo named 'Garfield', that tends to supervise you if Ranboo has to look away to grab more berries. He's basically Ranboo's spy-

- The cats adore you. The cats especially adore when you are smaller because they love to lay on your lap and purr while you and Ranboo are cuddling, the purring is very calming and they lick you very gently- Also if you ever cry when your smaller, The cats will come running and will lick you to try and soothe you.

- Ranboo tends to call you his 'flower', or 'honey'. "Ah, What did you find flower?.. Ohh it's a very adorable ladybug!" "Honeyy~ Its sleepy time~ Are you running- honey we can't- stop giggling! Alright fine. Then the big mean papa is gonna come get you~"

- While Ranboo doesn't have a very good memory, he does remember everything you tell him. About your stuffies, about your favorite color, your favorite food- Its actually weirdly incredible how he remembers all of it. It's written all in his book, or your book. He made you a book that is customized for you !! You get to color in it, put fun facts in it.. It also has the more basic things, some rules and things!

- Ranboo loves to make silly voices for stuff animals, and he will randomly make the most dramatic stories for them?? Which also means he'll do finger puppets for you. "How dare you Garfield! You ate the lasagna.. When you said Mickey ate it!.. I am betrayed. Devastated.." "that's so strange, because while I ate the lasagna.. I know you ate the brownies!" *insert gasp*

- Ranboo is definitely more of a dad caregiver, which means he happily accepts all titles. Daddy, Dada, Bubba, Papa, Boo. He's happy with all of them and his smile gets brighter when ever you refer to him with your title of choice!!

- Ranboo tries to be educational, I mean small brains need to learn right? But sometimes you look so adorable and he doesn't have the heart to tell you if you get something wrong. "Mhmm, and what color is this?.." if it's blue and you say it's purple, Ranboo will simply nod and agree with you. "G-Good job honey!-"

- Nap time is definitely his favorite time though, he loves to cuddle. He especially loves being able to wrap his arms around you as you two look at the sky, he will rub your hands in a gentle massage as he hums. He isn't much of a singer, but if you want a bedtime story- he can definitely do that. "Hm? A story? Sure, let's see.."

"There once was a papa kitty and a baby kitty, the papa kitty loved the baby kitty very much.."

#age regression #dsmp #dsmp × reader #dream smp × reader #Ranboo × reader #dsmp agere #dream smp agere #agere caregiver #sfw agere #caregiver!ranboo #Cg!ranboo

[chuuyrr]

Hi, I really love your baby!fushiguro x bsd series!! I swear it’s really good and it‘s so good that I am requesting something (and I have never done that so i‘m sorry if what i‘m saying is not good) but anyways..

So I wanted to request a scenario with baby!fushiguro in bsd and reacting to dazai being shot or after he‘s been shot because idk after that happened i didn’t see anyone really caring about dazai i mean they were concerned but still and that made me kind of sad so yeah.

I think baby!fushiguro would be devastated when kunikida tells her the news about dazai in the hospital and what happened to him and I think she would visit him in the hospital then and bring him a gift or something and she‘d tell him that she‘s glad that he didn’t actually die yk… It’s kind of an angst to fluff.

I hope that this request is alright with you and thank you, if you write it!!

Keep up your great work<3

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader finds out dazai got hurt

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bsd season 3 (cannibalism arc), mentions of suicide (dazai) and scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader (dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, nakahara chuuya and etc.)

haven't written in a long while. finally got some free time after being busy and loaded with schoolwork and such! thank you so much for requesting dear anon. enjoy ♡

you had drifted away from your reality, the world of jujutsu kaisen, yet again, much to the dismay of gojo and the other jujutsu sorcerers, and entered your favorite universe of gifted mafiosi and detectives, but something was off.

if it's one thing about you being a witch, you were highly sensitive to energies. there was a feeling of dread in the air. you dashed into the armed detective agency's office and gasped when you discovered that everyone had gone missing.

"where is everyone?" you blinked, searching each area before coming to a standstill.

you closed your eyes and concentrated on your chaos magic. people in this world may not have cursed energy, but you can still feel their presence in some way. you furrowed your brows and twitched your fingers unconsciously.

they were inside a room in a building not far from the armed detective agency's office. you instantly used your reality warping abilities to reach them, vanishing into a red mist and reappearing.

you easily found atsushi, tanizaki, kyouka, ranpo, yosano, and kunikida, who were troubled and disheartened, as well as kenji. your presence, however, immediately alerted them and caused them to straighten up.

"everyone!" you exclaimed joyfully, sprinting up to atsushi, who was standing next to you, clinging to his pant leg.

"[name]-chan!" atsushi cried, evidently surprised to see you. "how did you get here?!"

"you shouldn't be here.." the silver-haired boy continued, muttering quietly as he looked at the others, who were staring at him and you with a sorrowful yet concerned expression.

"what do you mean?" you asked, tilting your head to look him in the eyes, "you guys weren't at the office, so i used my wiggly-woos magic."

"we have a bit.. of a situation right now, [name]," kunikida strained to explain, taking a step forward to join atsushi and yosano.

"is it work? then, i can help out!" you yelled, squeezing your fists after releasing atsushi's legs from your grip.

however, your gaze was drawn to the figure resting on the single bed inside the room, "huh? who's that?" at that, everyone jolted.

"n-no one! it's nothing!" tanizaki quickly blocked fukuzawa's vision as you tried to peer around kunikida and atsushi, to which yosano and ranpo slowly nodded at and shakily gave thumbs up.

everyone knew how much you loved your uncle fukuzawa just as much as you loved your dazai-nii, and not only would it be difficult to explain the situation they were in with the cannibalism virus and how the port mafia was also after them to you, but they also couldn't tell you how your uncle fukuzawa's life was at stake and that your chuuya-nii was most likely going to kill him along with his comrades.

however, everyone failed to stop you because you simply vanished and reappeared, your psionics subconsciously augmenting your speed to get to him.

"...uncle fukuzawa?" you muttered, eyes widening to see the silver-haired man laying in bed with his eyes closed, "why is he.. sleeping?"

after being elbowed by tanizaki, atsushi declared, quickly adding up the last part, "y-you see, uh, the president caught a virus—like a flu—i m-mean!"

"atsushi's right, [name]-chan! he's only a little sick right now, with uh, a fever, which is why he's on bed rest right now and sleeping!" tanizaki said next, a cracked smile on his face.

"and that's why we're trying not to get you too close to him right now. you could catch his fever," yosano added, gently picking you up and bringing you away from the sleeping fukuzawa, "and of course, we wouldn't want that, and neither does your uncle fukuzawa."

"oh, okay," you muttered sadly, wrapping your arms around yosano's neck and leaning over her shoulder to look at fukuzawa, "please get well soon, uncle fukuzawa."

you remained quiet for a brief moment until it hit you. someone was out of the picture.

"say, everyone's here with uncle fukuzawa, but where is dazai-nii?" you raised your brows, realizing and furrowing your brows as you drew yourself away from yosano, just enough to glance and everyone else, "he's not here."

"dazai's also hospitalized," kunikida somehow blurted out, prompting yosano and ranpo to give him a look he quickly regretted.

"what? what happened to dazai-nii?!" your eyes widened and blinked profusely at kunikida.

your worried expression deepened immediately. something was horribly wrong, and you could sense it, and you were beginning to take wind of it as you noticed dazai's absence.

"he just... he..." kunikida suddenly strained to compose words and was cut short by you.

"what happened to him?!" you exclaimed. your lips trembled as your [color] eyes glowed a red color for a single second.

kunikida took a deep breath, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose before raising his head to face you, who was now unconsciously clenching yosano's collar. they had already lied about your uncle fukuzawa being affected by a mere virus that caused him to have a fever, so covering up dazai's genuine health would be difficult at this point.

"dazai got injured," kunikida explained, trying not to stiffen up too much in response to your already tensed reaction, "he got shot while trying to gather information. atsushi found him in an alleyway."

in a hushed whisper, you deduced, your eyes widening in comprehension, "so that's why he feels different, and that i was able to feel you guys first. dazai-nii feels a bit faint to me, and it's kind of like uncle fukuzawa's."

"look, i understand your concern, [name], but it's going to be okay. alright?" kunikida outstretched his hand towards you to ruffle your hair and comfort you, "just stay here."

"but dazai-nii!" you yelled out, disappearing into a red mist, only to emerge on the ground, just next to the door, having escaped yosano's grasp, "i have to go to him!"

"wait a minute, [name]! you can't go out!" kunikida said in a worry, already hearing tremors and booms from afar. the port mafia was already on its way, and if you left now, they may just take you, especially since one of the executives was nearby.

before they could catch you, you had already ran off, determined to reach dazai. you dashed through the corridor and took the stairs, where you encountered chuuya, gin, akutagawa, and other port mafia members who are about to head towards direction where you had just gone from.

"oi, chibi!" chuuya's eyes widened as he saw you fleeing in a panic and stepped in front of you, blocking your path, "what are you doing here?"

even though you adored your chuuya-nii, your dazai-nii was your top priority.

you subconsciously augmented your speed with your chaos magic, allowing you to easily go by him and make you walk fast in a blink of an eye, surprising the port mafia members. you then vanished into a red mist, entirely out of their sight.

"what was that?" higuchi blinked profusely.

"should we go after the kid? maybe we could use her to save the boss!" motojiro suggested with a grin, alreading taking out a lemon bomb.

"don't even think about it. leave the kid be." chuuya's gaze narrowed into a small glare, causing the young man to immediately shut up.

despite the fact that motojiro was correct about you, chuuya knew better. given your ability to bend rules and laws of physics and whatnot, you could possibly negate the virus infecting both organizations' bosses better compared to dazai's, but it wasn't right for him to actually harm or force you to do something like that.

he couldn't involve you in this predicament, and it seemed that the armed detective agency had done the same when they let you off the hook.

"we're not going after her. we're after the armed detective agency's boss. understand?" chuuya sighed sharply before adjusting his hat as they continued on their way to where the president and the rest of the armed detective agency members were.

back to you, you concentrated on your chaos magic once more, this time to track down dazai. you found out where he was and even got him a little something on the way, but you had to go through a nurse at the hospital who was astounded that her patient had a "sibling."

anyway, it was a good thing you were able to convince her. because if you hadn't, you might have used your red psionics on her to force her to bring you to dazai, which wouldn't have been a good idea given how intense your mental manipulation can be.

"dazai-sama! you have a visitor!" said the nurse as she knocked on the door, turning the knob open and entered while holding your hand.

as soon as you saw the familiar brunet that was covered in bandages, you instantly broke yourself from the nurse's grip and went towards dazai, who was dressed in a hospital gown and sitting up straight in bed, on the phone.

"dazai-nii!" you immediately burst into joy.

the brunet's eyes widened in surprise as his gaze darted towards you, "[name]-chan?!"

you immediately climbed on his bed without giving him a time to respond and practically jumped on him, earning a small "oof" from dazai himself and a surprised gasp from the nurse.

"oh my, ojou-chan, don't do that! he's still injured!" cried the nurse, trotting towards you to get you but was stopped by dazai, who raised a hand to stop her while holding you close to him.

"it's okay," dazai managed out as he held you close to him, "see? i told you it was a life or death situation. my younger sibling ran away from home looking for me. it's a good thing she made it here all on her own." he lied easily.

you were finally alone with dazai after shooing away the nurse with his sweet talk and deceit and dismissing himself from his phone. "what are you doing here, huh? how did you get here, [name]-chan?" dazai chuckled again, drawing you away just enough to face you.

"uncle kunikida said you got hurt." you explained in a mutter, frowning, "you weren't with the others back at uncle fukuzawa's room."

"you.. you went there?" dazai's eyes widened.

you nodded, "mhm, they said uncle fukuzawa caught a virus that made him get a fever, and then uncle kunikida told me you got shot."

as he placed you on his lap, dazai promptly patted you all over for any injuries, knowing full well the situation between the armed detective agency and the port mafia, "fuck! did you get hurt? are you hurt anywhere, [name]-chan?"

"no, i'm not," you responded, perplexed as to why he was reacting in this manner, "i should be the one worrying! you're the one that got hurt."

"i'm alright, [name]-chan," dazai sighed in relief, his lips curving into a smile as he cupped your face in his much larger palm, "you safety matters more than mine, okay?"

you found yourself with your head hanging low as you clutched the small package in your hands. dazai's brow furrowed in worry as he watched your lips and hands tremble.

"hey, now. what's wrong, [name]-chan?" dazai asked in a worry with his heart breaking at your sad expression.

"i'm just glad you're okay.." with that, tears filled the brim of your eyes and streamed down your face, "i was really worried about you dazai-nii."

"oh, you poor sweet thing. come here," dazai pulled you back to his embrace, letting you cry as he cradled you in his arms with care, "i'm okay, [name]-chan. i really am. i promise."

dazai then reached a hand towards your face, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb as you sniffled, "shh, there's no need for tears."

you whimpered out as you clung onto him desperately, "i don't want you to die, dazai-nii."

for a split second, dazai's eyes widened at you as he swallowed the lump that had developed on his throat. never before had he had someone cry tears for him, let alone care for him in this way. his words on life and suicide were frequently dismissed by the others, but more importantly, how could he promise something like that?

death was and will always be welcomed with open arms by dazai. it was something he desired more than ever before, but why is it that when you're around, or when he sees you, dying becomes the last thing he wants?

"please don't go." you cried once more, sniffling.

as dazai cradled you, he glanced down at you and gently patted your back. he couldn't leave you. he couldn't make you sad. how could dazai possibly turn down someone like you either? you were someone he saw and cherished family; a little sister; a niece he loved spoiling.

with that, dazai then started to wipe the fresh, hot tears that were welling up in your eyes.

"i'm not going anywhere, okay?" dazai's lips curved into a soft smile, "so, please stop crying. you cry like you're on the big screen, my sweet little belladonna—it's breaking my heart."

you were no longer a crying mess after dazai calmed you down, and you were now leaning on him with the gift you had gotten him. he had also finished wiping away your tears and combing your hair with his fingers after it had become disheveled.

"say, what's that little thing you got me anyway?" dazai asked softly, his gaze drawn to the small present you had nearly forgotten, also to distract you and keep you from crying any further.

"it's for you. i got it while on my way here." you exclaimed, opening the small gift you held in your hands, which dazai's eyes widened somewhat at, "i got you crab omelette over rice."

dazai glanced at you, surprised, as you opened the styrofoam bowl containing the aforementioned food and took out a plastic spoon, "how did you know i like crab?"

"i read your mind once, although i didn't mean to...," you fiddled with the spoon as you hung your head timidly, "it was when we were eating omurice together. you were thinking of crabs."

dazai couldn't help but smile at you. you even remembered the smallest of details about him?

"thank you, [name]-chan." dazai gently took the crab omelette over rice you got him along with the plastic spoon, "this should make me feel better in no time! i'm sure of it!"

dazai's phone rang not long after you let him eat the gift you got him. the sun was setting at this time, and he was on the phone with someone about your uncle fukuzawa, and well, about this seemingly important man named natsume soseki, who is a legendary gifted and the backer of the armed detective agency.

you were sitting by dazai's side on bed, making red vapor like hues using your fingertips, when the two of you saw a cat outside the window. it was, in fact, a small calico cat. it had white, brown, and orange fur and, for some reason, a little fish in its mouth. a dried sardine which dazai pointed out as he took the phone away from his ear.

"it's a kitty!" you exclaimed happily.

"[name]-chan, wait!" dazai called out, but you had already hurried to the window. you eagerly opened the window and couldn't help but smile and giggle as the cat leaned in and rubbed its head against your face affectionately.

"it's a friendly kitty, dazai-nii!" you giggled, petting the calico cat in return, "look!"

you put the cat in your arms, and as it meowed, your eyes widened, prompting dazai to gaze at you with concern. the cat's eyes were fixed on your [color] eyes as you stopped petting it.

'give the flashdrive to him, little one. it's in the sardine i'm carrying in my mouth.'

it was a man's voice inside your head.

the cat seemed to know you could read minds, but that was the least of your worries right now.

"what's wrong, [name]-chan?" dazai asked, about to get out of bed when you gently took the dried sardine from the cat and walked towards him to hand it over, as instructed.

"i think kitty wants you have this, dazai-nii."

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[ilwonuu]

hi! i love your writing sm! can you write smth for sunwoo from the boyz pretty please, like just anything fluff <3 🤭

yes yes i love the boyz sm!!! let me know who your bias is🤭 (dummy probably sunwoo) guess mine!!! i have multiple…lmfao okay anyways i hope you enjoy thank you for your request MYLOVE

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→ kim sunwoo.

⚞ summary- you go night swimming with your boyfriend.

⚞ warnings-a couple kisses, they’re in their bathing suits, affection, they are very flirty, love talk(cue wayv), they say the L word( not lesbian!!!),lmk what else

⚞ author’s note- happy late valentines day!!! ily all lmk what u thought of this and the new theme💖

you and your boyfriend don’t always break the rules together. but tonight was very different. though you were only break into the hotel pool after hours. not that much of a crime. you and sunwoo were nervous.

he leads the way to the pool you quietly leading behind him. “there’s no one lets go.” he says before grabbing your hand opening the door to the indoor/outdoor pool. “wow its big in here.” he nods quickly taking off his shirt jumping into the pool. he waves you in shortly after. “come on babe its feels nice in here. i want to kiss you.” he pouts. you comply quickly taking off your clothes over your swimsuit.

walking over to the pool getting in slowly. you are trying to ease your way in as slow as need but sunwoo is pretty impatient. he tugs your arm foward so you fall face first in the pool.

he looks so handsome. his hair not falling in his face as much. tan skin against the lights of the pool. he always looks beautiful but he especially does in the moment. you never want it to end. remembering to give him a playful response

“sunwoo. you are mean.” you pretend to cry. he doesn’t even begin to fall for your fake acts. “come here babe.” he says in low whisper you swim over to him.

he is now looking down at you. he pulls your face up closer to his. “hi.” you say nervously. “hi baby.” he chuckles at your nervous state. “your hair looks cute all messy and wet like this.” he smiles rubbing your hair around softly.

you roll your eyes at his actions but you are used to it by now. you pucker your lips at your boyfriend suddenly. him immediately responding, kissing your lips a couple of times. “so cute.” he gives you one big kiss on the forehead. you make a fake gag noise splashing him shortly after.

“you’re annoying.” he splashes you gently. “i love you tho.”

“i love you woo.” he pulls you against his chest. facing him directly. “so pretty.” he pulls you into a gentle kiss.

you melt into his lips for a moment pulling away. he just smiles at you. splashes you one more time before swimming away from you.

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