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novaonhere · 9 months

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Wait, What?

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: You’ve been traveling the galaxy with Merrin, taking a stop on Jedha to help Cere. She asks you to go pick up Cal and the Mantis and lead them to their location. Excited seeing each other again, old feelings are brought to light.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluffy, mild swearing from the author

A/N: Cuties

Prompt: "I ACCIDENTALLY TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND NOW WE'RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT IT.”

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You take a step out of the shower. Today drained you. Cere tasked you and Merrin with pushing stormtroopers away from the front entrance of the base, but without killing anyone to lessen suspicion. Merrin used some cool space witch magic that you just had to gawk at from time to time. From teleporting troopers, to creating small, yet blinding sandstorms to push the men back. You’re job was to protect her and provide guidance. A few times you brought up the suggestion of moving rocks, making false pathways that loop them back, etc. Only twice did you have to strike down anyone, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

The steam from the shower had fogged up the mirror. You stare at the blurry reflection. Even though you couldn’t see your face clearly, you did notice the prominent dark circles under your eyes. Even after the steaming hot shower, your muscles still didn’t relax. Groaning, you rub your shoulder, turning to grab your freshly cleaned clothes. Standard Jedi uniform. Thank goodness for the breathability. Instead of a regular over-tunic, you placed a familiar poncho over it. Taking a deep breath into the cloth, you sigh, knowing the smell it originally held was long gone.

As you finish getting ready, a loud rapture erupts on the door.

“(Y/N), Cere needs you now.” Merrin calls through the door. You open it immediately, face to face with your friend.

“Do you know what about?” You ask, slipping on your last boot. Merrin nods, taking off at a slight jog down the hall. You follow, grabbing your light saber close to your side.

You both enter the archives, meeting Cere, who’s prime focus was one of the tablets in front of her.

“Ah, (Y/N), I must ask you of something.” Cere smiles, turning to face you two.

“Of course, what is it?” You ask, letting go of your light saber. Something about her smile seemed off, like she knew this was going to be… fun?

“I need you to collect someone from a rendezvous point. Leave at once.” Cere states, handing you a chip with coordinates. You study it from her hand before hesitantly taking it. “We have some friends coming for a visit.” You and Merrin scowl, raising your eyebrows. Merrin’s scowl is a bit harsher, not the most comfortable having to share already a small space with someone else.

“Merrin, please prepare 2-3 guest ro-“

“Cere,” You intervene, holding up your hand for her attention. “Who am I picking up?”

“Just go, young Jedi. You’ll know.” Cere shoos you away. She takes Merrin’s shoulder and leads them back down the hallway. Annoyed, you head towards the hanger to grab a speeder. From the coordinates she gave you, it was quite the journey.

Arriving at the hanger, you spot your ride. Do you remember the name? Absolutely not. This wasn’t normally your jam, big machines and what not. You enjoyed using your feet to travel, not much a speeder without a proper seatbelt nor safety precautions. You throw yourself up and head off into the desert.

—-

You don’t mind waiting, it soothes you to be alone in your thoughts. Finding a nice rock to lean against, you stare far out into the desert, watching troopers march along. Do they even know what they are fighting for? Who they’re hurting? What their future holds if they do or do not succeed? Sighing, you place your head in your hands, with your elbows rested on top of your knees. It’s be awfully hot without the wind. Taking a deep breath, you notice the wind pick up, unnaturally. You jump to your feet, peering around the rock to see a ship…

Your eyes snap open. Is that…

Stepping out of the ship is someone you most definitely recognize. The figure turns around to shout something back and a small droid appears. It runs quickly, climbing up the figure’s back. The figure steps onto the sand as the stairs fold back into the ship. It quickly takes off, most likely for a safer spot to land and hide for awhile.

You haven’t seen that face for many months. A face you would see daily. After meeting Merrin and bonding, you decided it would be safer for the two Jedi’s to split and one to escort Merrin around and teach her the ways around the Galaxy. You couldn’t be happier to assist Merrin, you grew closer; however, you couldn’t help but miss the red head daily.

The man turns towards the rock, looking at something in his hand. Most likely the coordinates, which lead to the rock you are currently hiding behind. Feeling the corners of your lips head up your face, you step out from the rock, the light now shining onto you. Geez it was hot.

He looks up, and drops whatever was in his hand. Time of course did not stop, with the sand moving and the wind blowing your hair, but damn did it feel like it. You stared at each other; one smiling like a lunatic and the other dumbfounded.

“We’ll look who it is on Jedah.” You call out, hands on your hips. He closes his mouth, shaking his head into a grin. “Let’s get a move on before the storm hits.”

“(Y/N)!” He calls out, the grin widening more and more with each step he took towards you. You match his energy, extending your arms out for a long deserved embrace. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying to not pick you up off your feet. He smushes his face into the crook of your neck, taking it all in. You giggle, your arms around his neck and head on his shoulder.

“It’s been too long, Cal.” You breath out, backing out of the hug. He laughs as BD-1 chirps for attention. “Oh I saw you too, buddy, don’t worry.” You pat the droid on his head, which beeps happily.

“Like you said, let’s get a move on.” Cal smiles, extending his bent elbow to you. Chuckling, you slide your arm through, holding onto his bicep. Together, you walk alongside the rocks, down the hill to where you parked your speeder.

“How is everyone?” You ask, trying to find his gaze. His once bright eyes suddenly gloss over, a small and quick frown coating his expression. Your smile fades as well.

“Let’s save the catching up to when we’re at base, is that okay?” He asks, patting your hand on his arm with his other hand. His eyes find yours, his filled with sorrow and weariness. You nod, looking forward.

Just as you were about to turn the corner to where you parked, you both had the sensation to stop. You could feel multiple presences beyond, not friendly presences. Looking at each other, Cal brings a finger to his lips, letting your arm go. You nod, brining your hand to your light saber in case something were to go wrong. Cal peeks around the corner. Multiple storm troopers had surrounded your speeder, taking it apart and looking at the pieces. You come up behind Cal, unsheathing your saber. He does the same, sprinting into action.

You both quickly beat the shit out of them. Cal keeps his saber out, keeping a look out as you tend to the speeder.

“Damn, they took a beating to this.” You sigh, exasperated.

“They probably wanted to make sure to trap whoever was here, you did hide it pretty well. Must have been coincidence that they found it.” Cal reassures you. Nodding, you look to the sky where you hade came from. It was filled with brown darkness. The storm was starting to catch up.

“Crap,” you breathe out. There was no way you’ll make it back to base walking. Looking around, you see a pack of spamel walking away from the storm, fleeing as well. “Come on,” You motion to Cal, jogging towards the pack. He follows closely, also eyeing up the storm.

Upon reaching the spamel, you notice one that has a few spots on its back. Smiling, you recognize this to be the spamel you saved from a few troopers just a week ago. The spamel recognizes you immediately, bending down as if it knows you need to hitch a ride. You turn to Cal, motioning for him to hop on.

He throws his leg over, bracing himself on the back of the spamel’s neck. You hop on as well. Without having time to adjust nor brace, the spamel takes off, causing you to lunge into Cal’s back, throwing your arms around his waist. You hands hold onto his toned stomach, feeling the indentations of scars he has endured. He turns around, smiling at you.

“Alright?” He asks, a small chuckle escaping his lips. The hot desert heat trickles up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You respond, tightening your grip as the spamel picks up speed.

—-

Periodically, you’ll glance behind you, noticing the storm creeping up onto the herd.

“Cal,” You tap his shoulder. “We’re not going to make it.” He cusses to himself, looking around.

At that moment, the wind picks up, sand flying up the spamel’s legs. The herd whines in fear. Suddenly, Cal lunges forward, pointing a bit to the right.

“There!” He calls out, the wind starting to drown out some sound. The spamel seemed to understand Cal’s gesture and noticed the cave opening, big enough to fit even the tallest spamel. The heard gallops to the entrance. You tighten your grasp onto the man, hiding your face in the poncho to protect your eyes and nose from the sand being kicked up. Cal does the same with his own jacket. A few spamel’s have already made it in, and it seemed like you were the last ones. You check behind to make sure you are in fact that last set as your enter the shelter.

“Cal, help me with the rock.” You call out, jumping off the spamel. He falls off with you, following you towards the entrance. Sand and wind flow into the space, hitting and scaring the spamel. You look to see a large rock to your left. Together, you roll the stone in front of the entrance as a make-shift door. You both sigh, as Cal pats you on the back.

“Good thinking,” He smiles as BD chirps in. “Let’s see if we can get a fire going.” He hurries off as you go around to the resting spamel, checking to see if anyone had gotten hurt.

—-

You sit just as you were before earlier, in your own thoughts. The fire flickers and dances beautifully, creating a warm ambiance to the space. The spamels are fast asleep on one side of the cavern, while you and Cal stare at the fire. He sits with a leg extended out and the other folded in, where he rests his hands.

“So, what happened to the crew?” You finally pipe up. You turn to see his face, which basically glows in the firelight. His freckles decorate his features, something you were always jealous of. His eyes remind fixated on the fire.

“Greez is alright…” He trails off, not wanting to discuss anymore on the subject. You both have lost too much in this war, friends, family, innocents. You scoot closer to the man, wanting to be a positive presence to him. He looks out his peripheral to your figure nudging closer. This makes him smile, a content, warm, inviting smile. You take this as a sign to reach your hand out, asking to be held. He agrees, interlocking his fingers with yours. His hands were strong, durable, beat up, yet soft and warm. You take your hands into your lap, using your other hand to trace over each freckles. You used to do this many times on the Mantis over the years to calm him down. Your eyes stay glued to your connect the dots session, while his scan you. It’s like he’s trying to memorize you, understand you and remember you.

“I missed you too much.” He breathes out. You look up into his eyes, which are melting at the eye contact. You smile, extending your hand to his face. He practically dissolves into your touch as you rest your hand on his cheek.

“I missed you as well.” You respond, a small smile leaving your lips.

“I love when you do that,” He absentmindedly blurts, causing you to giggle. He neck, cheeks, and ears flare up immediately, realizing what he had uttered. “I mean, of course I like you touching me, not like that don’t give me that look, I love our closeness, I love you…” He continues to ramble, but your focus ceased once you heard those three words. You hand slowly falls from his blubbering face, catching his attention.

“Wait,” You whisper, making him shut his mouth. “What?” You cock your head, staring up at him.

Silence. The only noise that could be heard was from the wind outside, the snores of the spamels, the crackling of the fire.

“Cal…” You whisper, your hands retreating to your lap. His upper body begins to redden, realizing what has made you take a moment.

“Did you-“

“Okay yes, I may have accidentally told you I loved you, and I’ve felt like this for awhile but you know the Jedi code but I guess now we’re finally talking about it and what that could mean-“

You chuckle quietly, watching the red head loose his cool. This was a side you’ve never seen before, and honestly, he was quite cute. You rest a hand in his thigh, again, shutting him up.

“Let’s save the catching up to when we’re at base, is that okay?” You repeat his words to you earlier to him. With that you lean your body in closer to him. Regaining his composure, he senses your motives and quickly leans into you as well. You lips meet. At first, very much head on, wanting to be as close together as possible. Just a simple, yet long lingering kiss. You pull away, but he is not satisfied. He places on hand on your thighs, the other around your shoulder to the back of your head, bringing you back in for a longer, deeper kiss.

You both stay there, kissing you feelings away as the fire flickers down. You both don’t notice, nor really care. Your attention is on each other.

You finally pull away for a long, needed breath. He does the same. You both smile, giggling just a tad.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” You start, sitting up straighter to look at him better. He clears his throat, fixing his collar.

“Well, you know the Jedi code.” He starts, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Cal, you both know the Jedi code is older than time itself and things change.” You giggle. “People change.”

“Well, if that’s the case,” He smiles, bringing his lips to yours once more.

You wait out the storm, falling asleep in each others embrace.

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x you #cal kestis #cal kestis jedi survivor #jedi survivor #star wars #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #reader insert #y/n

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leoneliterary · 2 years

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How would the ROs react to an incredibly sweet MC that writes them love letters as frequent as they can? As in, they don't even have to respond, and MC will write them regardless—maybe sometimes even delivering the letter themselves or slipping it into their pocket or something, the reverse-thief way?

I love this idea! Also, just a reminder to everyone that there is a letter section on the stats page. Maybe the MC will be receiving some correspondence? Maybe the MC will be sending some correspondence??

Anyway here we go!

Merikh:

He tries to work normally, but nothing is never normal when you're around. Nor is it comfortable, but he has to admit that he has begun to crave the discomfort that you provide. His apprehension and irritation feels more like anticipation with each passing day.

When you lean down to look over his shoulder at the map on his desk, he huffs in frustration, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he squints hard at the map, as if he's focusing on the map instead of the way you smell, or that the hand you're resting on his desk is so close to his.

His "concentration" is broken when you slide a letter into the loose front part of his tunic.

He flinches and you laugh before straightening up and heading towards the door.

"Another one? I barely had a chance to look at the last one," he says, lying smoothly, knowing that the last letter you gave him is resting safely and well read in his bedside drawer.

You simply shrug and give him a smile that has warmth spreading up his neck and to his cheeks, before you close the door.

His eyes flit from the door you just went through, to the tempting letter waiting on his desk.

His fingers twitch.

With one last look at the door to make sure no one was coming in he snatches up the letter and quickly reads it.

Slamming it down on the desk with burning cheeks, he crosses his arms and glares at the door you left through.

"Ridiculous," he mumbles with a shake of his head.

Then he picks it up and reads it again, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

Laverna:

"Fruit from the kitchen, my lady."

The calm and formal tone of voice you used sent a slight chill down her spine and if not for the warmth in your eyes and slight smile on your face, she would have been worried that you were upset with her.

"Thank you. Thank you very much," she says quietly, although the slight quiver in her voice and the smile on her face undercuts her attempt at formality.

Wearing the garb of a servant of her household, you handed her a basket of fruit, your hand grazing hers in a way that made her heart skip a beat. With a subtle wink and a bowed head, you made your exit.

She's so giddy, that it hurts to suppress her smile, but she does. She takes calm and measured steps to her room before finally letting out a squeal of glee once she's safely in the confines of her room.

She pours out the basket of fruit onto her bed and out tumbles the letter she knew to expect.

You always write. Cherished words arrive in her hands, either by messenger, slipped into places for her to discover, or best of all, by your own hand.

She holds the letter to her nose first, breathing in a lingering trace of you, before holding it to her heart for a moment more. Then, gently, she breaks the seal and reads.

With a soft sight she clutches the letter to her chest and leans back on her bed, her eyes closed. She imagines every written word to instead come from your lips. That you spoke each one in her ear.

She doesn't have a way to write you back yet, and she fears that one day you'll grow tired, that the letters will stop coming, but today is not that day.

She rereads your letter one more time before she presses her lips to the paper and places the letter in a locked chest with the others.

Your words to her are her most cherished possessions.

Sutek:

He hears a sharp whistle and his heart picks up speed. In anticipation he steps to the right and a few moments later, an arrow embeds itself into the wood of the beam he was leaning against.

He waits for a moment longer, listening for anymore whistles, and when none come he walks over to the arrow.

The two of you have come up with a system and he can't help how happy he is that you use it so frequently. First used to share information, now used for the words you say much better than he does.

Pulling the arrow out of the wood, he gingerly removes the arrow tied to it, wasting no time in reading it. Word by word, sentence by sentence. He savors it all, but doesn't allow himself to linger on it too long. He rushes over to his bag and pulls out a letter of his own to attach to the arrow.

He ties it quickly, knowing that if he read it to review it again, he'd never send it. Unlike you, who writes sweet letters as quickly as a bird flies, writing the words comes even slower to him than saying them.

But for you he tries.

Tying the letter to the arrow with more skill than it was written with, he notches the arrow and gives a whistle of his own.

Then he sends the arrow and his heart, sailing through the air to you.

Desma:

Desma knows that she's a great thief, but you might be better.

She didn't feel your hand in her pocket when you were last together, but it must have been there if the letter she now has is any indication.

"Got me again!" She exclaims to herself, partly in frustration and partly in excitement.

She wants to catch you in the act, but not as much as she wants to read your new letter.

Hastily opening it, tearing it slightly in the process she reads it, snorting at how flowery you could be and sighing at how much she liked it.

You wrote things to her that she dreamed of saying to you for years, but never had the tongue for, and even though she still doesn't, that won't stop her.

"Tamu, can you write something for me?" She asks and Tamu sighs, already knowing what she's about to ask.

"I would rather not," he says as he fetches his ink and paper.

With a snort and a grin, sits in front of him to watch as he writes.

"Yeah, yeah, but your handwriting is better than mine!"

"You mean mine is legible," he mutters under his breath.

"Mhmm whatever, now start it off with something classy, like 'You give me the tingles."

Sarai:

You asked her yesterday which fan was her least favorite. She didn't have to think for long to answer. Of all of her fans, some made of enamel and others of wood and pearl, a painted wooden one was by far the worst.

It seemed like an innocent question, but she should have known better when it came to you. You had a bad habit of being persistently romantic and it left her no choice but to indulge you.

You wrote her notes and letters, everyone dripping in honey and warm thoughts and she would respond. Occasionally, but mostly she was wondering when you would tire of it.

Today, as she returned from court, that very same ugly fan was resting on her bed. Her thoughts immediately went to you. Wrinkling her nose she picked it up, frowning at the familiar awkward weight of it and garish design, but as she raised it, she saw something new.

A message, carved lovingly into the wood. Words from a lover on a disdained objects.

She couldn't help but smile and soon she found herself letting out a soft laugh of disbelief.

"You never stop, do you?"

And just like that, that fan obtained a place of honor just as you had already carved a place for yourself in her heart.

Propping it up on her vanity she glanced at it as she penned a letter of her own.

She didn't know when you would grow tired of your romantic antics, but in that moment she knew that she never would.

Nari:

Hearing from a loved one was good for morale and Nari understood and had experienced this. Letters from her mother and siblings were always something to look forward to.

But she never expected to experience the feeling of anticipating a letter from a lover.

Nari saw the way her father treated letters from her mother, sometimes isolating himself for a whole day in camp just to reread it over, and over and over again.

Nari laughed at him and now fate laughed at her.

Notes and letters from you were passionate and romantic and incessant. It was like trying to defend volley after volley of arrows, but she wanted to be struck.

You were terrorizing her in the best way.

Today she was out with her father, practicing troop movements, getting the soldiers familiar with new terrain, and you still managed to catch her.

She was changing when your letter fell out of her boot.

How did you even manage that?

She opened it with haste, but could barely read it. Each word made her face grow hot and with shaky hands she put the letter down. It's already hard to receive your letters, it's almost impossible to return them.

Just then her father comes in and she quickly turns your letter over, slamming it face down.

He grins already knowing what she tried to hide.

"So you've received another one! Nari, listen, take all the time you need, because you got to respond to this one. Stop writing about troop movements! Parchment and distance makes people more amorous. Let me tell you, your mother once wrote me that she—"

"Father please!"

Aretas:

Your ability to somehow by pass palace guards, his personal guards, Isam, and even his own sense of awareness to leave a love letter on his pillow was a threat to his personal safety and the security of his realm.

It was also unbearably romantic, so he doesn't care about those other details.

All he needs to know is that you've left him another letter.

He has the roll of parchment tucked away in his robes and he bounces his foot as a councilor drones on, each word out of his mouth a barrier between Aretas and the words he really wants to hear. He needs to wrap this up.

"One moment council, I just remembered I need to respond to a piece of diplomatic correspondence, let us gather tomorrow to discuss these issues further."

He stands up to leave but one of the lords gathered interrupts his exit.

"Diplomatic correspondence? My King, please enlighten us on the circumstances and contents so that we may aide you in drafting an appropriate reply."

The lord bows deeply and Aretas smiles at him.

"No." His answer is calm and he briskly walks away before any of the can question him further. He ignores the knowing look from Isam and the feel of his mother's gaze starring holes into his back.

He has more pressing things to attend to.

With an order to not be disturbed for the rest of the night he retreats to his chambers, your letter in hand.

Every word has him beaming, and when he composes his reply, it is with all of the trappings of a royal decree.

Heka:

He's distracted by your presence at the temple ceremonies.

He thinks that a part of him is always distracted by you, but today, as he sees you out of the corner of his eye as he leads prayers, he finally grasps how much.

His body knows what to do and he can feel himself going through the motions seamlessly, but all the while he's wondering what you're doing.

He steals a glance at you when you get in line with other worshipers to ring the bell and perhaps receive a prayer. Eyes closed and hands clasped, you would seem like the ideal depiction of the faithful if not for the small smirk on your face. Eyes meeting his, your smile is sweet and you hold his gaze as you ring the bell and walk away.

He repeats the correct mantra, but frowns at your retreating form.

Is that it?

He's ruined for the rest of the day.

You didn't even say a word to him. You usually visit after service or when he's out during his rounds in the city, away from the eyes of the temple. Or you leave him a note. Why visit him during the middle of ceremonies?

He chides himself for the wayward thought. How dare he assume that you didn't just come to pray. You could have just come for a sliver of peace, not him leering over you. Face hot, he busies himself by cleaning the temple, finally moving to wipe off the bell when he feels something on the inside.

Taking it off the hook, he runs his fingers over the smooth interior of the bell until he feels it.

Parchment.

He almost drops the bell in excitement, but just manages to keep it from hitting the ground.

As he reads your note, bell forgotten, he's even more grateful that your heart has not forgotten him.

#honor amongst thieves #interactive fiction #if wip #game development #interactive novel #ROs #Merikh #Desma #Laverna #Sutek #Sarai #Nari #Aretas #Heka #All Ros

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thedeal-if · 10 months

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How would the ROs comfort an MC who is having a moment of inadequacy and feels that they've failed their departed parents.

Hurt/comfort scenarios 😭💕

I've been forced to take some liberties 👁️ there are quite a few chances for MC to express (if they do feel that way) this kind of worry to the ROs so—

Oh, you can tell the guy is struggling. Do Demons have parents? Parental figures? Where do Demons come from? Dante’s face scrunched up when you mentioned your own parents— the implication is clear, he has no clue what you’re talking about.

“Hm— I don’t get it, no,” and Dante adds “I don’t get why you’re worried. But I wanna help.”

Dante bites his lip, thinking hard.

“I don’t get it. But you’re amazing!” he says passionately, he waves a hand in your direction “And we’re going out to do something right now!”

“Oh, love,” Lilith pouts a little, fiddles with her hands. She opens her arms and wraps them around you, hugging you as if she could squeeze your worries away “I know it’s not the same, but I’m very proud of you.”

Lilith smiles, she presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and wipes the lipstick stain with her thumb.

“Do you know what will make you feel better?” the Succubus grins with an airy chuckle “I can make you some comfort (favorite food)! Or, well, I can try for you.”

Josh, who lived and grieved your parents’ passing right by your side, looks like a wounded man whose stitches have ripped open.

You probably provide a similar picture.

Maybe this is a thought that you’ve shared with him before, or maybe you’ve never really bothered to put that pain into words. Josh reaches out towards you mid-tirade, he intertwines your fingers together and squeezes lightly.

“Tell me how you feel, okay? Vent a little,” Josh suggests.

You barely get the words out, Villanelle listens attentively, hugs you tight and says:

“We should ask the cards.”

Villanelle gives you virtually no time to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’, she’s already found a flat surface and is pulling the tarot deck out of her bag. Her excitement at the prospect of being of help is endearing at best, whether the cards work or not.

The witch shuffles, shuffles, cards fall and are flipped over, Villanelle hums in acknowledgment, nodding sagely until she apparently sees a message laid in front of her.

“You are loved and you are trying your best,” she says kindly, barely gazing at the cards, eyes locked into yours “I don’t think you could ever do them wrong. It’s sad that you’re not confident about that.”

Victor listens to all you need to vent, nods along until you have nothing left to say, and you can practically see the moment discomfort tenses his entire figure like he’s a mannequin.

“Were your parents that kind of people?”

You shrug a little. To seek the practicality of a situation you’re already fairly sure is majorly irrational seems a little unfair.

You acknowledge that fact to him, “There’s no logic to it, I just— It sucks.”

Victor frowns, clearly not understanding, but still displeased at seeing you upset about it. One of his big hands falls on your shoulder, he pats it once, then twice, and then Victor’s fingers squeeze lightly, fondly.

Aliyah, the epitome and physical manifestation of the definition of tough love, looks at you with a little snort.

“It seems to me that you’re disappointed in yourself, am I right?” she smirks a little like being right means more to Aliyah than the actual content of her words “Blaming them is much easier than admitting it. So? That’s it? You’re doing nothing with your life and expect it all to get better by being a crybaby about it?”

You glare at Aliyah. Her lack of filter… it’s always been quite annoying. Maybe you’re wrong— calling her the epitome of ‘tough love’ puts the concept of ‘tough’ to shame, and turns ‘love’ into flagellation.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Aliyah snorts “Tell me what’s really wrong, we can fix it.”

Nathan’s initial reaction to your problems is to offer a little—forced—laugh, restlessly pointing from himself to you, then to himself and to you again.

“You and I— We should make a club,” Nathan says. You frown a little at his words. He explains, “The old guy upstairs, y’know. And I’m— Well. Me. C’mon, as comparisons go, you have nothing to worry about.”

Perhaps you’re not a celestial being losing divinity, but your very human problems have a very human way of consuming your brain. Nathan doesn’t seem to understand that, but he sees you’re still sad, he tries again.

“We should do something,” he says with a cheeky smile “I bet I can cheer you up.”

A sharp intake of breath on your part has Eden tilting her head, “What is it this time?” she asks. Her inflection is neutral, but not mean, filled with measured curiosity.

“The usual,” you shrug, self-deprecating smile speaking louder than you could “You know.”

Eden hums quietly, eyes flickering away, she thinks for a few seconds, and she looks at you.

“Let’s go do something,” she says simply, already setting in motion, almost impulsively “It’ll get your mind off of things.”

#the deal if #the deal #inferno #ask #ros #scenario #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden

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kitzuneplayz · 1 year

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It’s time for scenario asks

How would ROs react if MC got jealous over something?

P.S Can you please tag as #scenario asks?

No problem anon. :) This turned out more fluffy than I expected it to. Also a little long so...under the cut!

Tsubaki: Is incredibly baffled. Honestly can’t fathom how MC could ever be jealous over someone else. Doesn’t MC know how amazing they are? How brave, how strong, how beautiful? God they’re absolutely ethereal. How could Tsubaki ever look at anyone but them? A preposterous idea really. Tsubaki would of course do their best to reassure you after the initial confusion. Would kiss behind you ear and whisper sweet nothings till your stomach is full of butterflies and your legs are jello.

Hinotori: She’s so charmed. Teases MC relentlessly about it. “Oh sweetling. Pretty precious thing. You were jealous? Of them? How absolutely adorable.” Would be almost giddy at the lovely pout you make in response. Would drag MC away to drape them in silver and gold and then make sweet slow love to them. Because really, you can’t get away with being this cute.

Niwa: Something in her softens and heats all at once. She’s flattered and fond and just so full of adoration. Would hold you hands and firmly make it clear to you that she has eyes for no one else. How could she when you shine so brightly? Whatever you need her to do to prove it, she will do without hesitation. Would have a special surprise waiting for you at home that night. ;)

Kai: Is a little put off. He’s nervous, unsure. He’s dealt with jealous partners before. Kai would approach you, hands slightly shaking, and ask if you were mad at him. Would you punish him for daring to make you feel this way? He would be filled with relief once you confirmed that you weren’t angry with him. That you would never hurt him out of rage. You’ve said that before. But it’s comforting to hear it again. Kai would be adorably earnest after that. Desperate to make sure you know that he’d never be unfaithful. Would take you on a trip around the kingdom. Anywhere you like. He would buy anything you’d like. All you need do is ask. He is yours. Forever.

Fūrin: Tears gather in their eyes and heat swirls in their core. They’re so lucky. How in the world did they ever get this lucky? You? Jealous over them? They almost can’t wrap their head around it. They drag you back to their nest for a good long mating session. And if they sob into you shoulder afterwards, so overwhelmed with love and relief to have found you, then that’s no ones business but theirs.

???: Absolutely delighted. Would probably keep doing whatever was making you jealous just to see what you’ll do. The ice in your gaze sends pleasant shivers down their spine. Of course once they’ve had their fun they’d pull you to their chest and worship you. Growling things that look makes them want to do to you in your ear. And once you’re home and properly pampered, they’d give you a gift to prove their devotion. A sparkling necklace from a fae queen, a small glass of water from the fountain of youth. Or maybe you’d prefer the heart of the person trying to steal your beloveds attention, still red and bloody and beating in a crystal box. They can provide that as well.

#snowflakes & wishes if #if wip #if #interactive fiction #anon ask #scenario ask #ro ask #answered

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cd-head · 1 year

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now i find i’ve grown into a tall child.

characters ; parrotx2, rekrap2, spokeishere, mapicc, roshambogames, princezam, ashswag, reddoons, itzsubz, vitalasy, yeahjaron, planetlord, baconnwaffles0.

relationships; parrotx2 & rekrap2, parrotx2 & spokeishere, mapicc & roshambogames, mapicc & princezam, ashswag & reddoons, itzsubz & vitalasy, yeahjaron & planetlord, yeahjaron & baconnwaffles0.

tags ; hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, poetic ish, implied alcoholism, yearning to be a kid again

word count ; 1546

authors note ; i wrote this at 2 am and finished at 5 am and now its 6 am i apologize

RBS > LIKES

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“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking?”

and parrot had no reply. he stared forward up at the stars as his wings pulled tight around his body and suddenly there was a tightness in the back of his throat and water spilling down his cheeks.

he felt like a little kid, one who wanted to run to his mom and cry in her arms. but he couldn’t. for she wasn’t here. but rek was.

rek didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around the avian, to hold him close to his chest as he rocked and hummed. to provide what comfort he could to the sobbing boy.

parrot clung tightly to the older boy’s shirt and crumpled and crinkled the fabric as if he was a little kid once more as sobs racked his entire body.

rek sat there and took it, feeling like a adult that was holding tightly onto their child begging them to breathe.

perhaps he was.

“if you truly feel nothing then why are you shaking? why don’t you leave?”

parrot had asked. how hypocritical. spoke would argue he was shaking more than he was! and spoke had sworn to never leave.

but he didn’t say that as he simply shrugged, his voice not a siren for once but a sad dying bird who sung it’s last song.

“i don’t know. maybe it’s easier for your brain to handle a lie than the truth?”

“spoke?”

“yeah?”

“i’m tired.”

“yeah. yeah i am too.”

and they both turned to the stars and wished they could ask a god who sat behind a cracked glass why must they live with hearts that aren’t their own.

and arms wrapped around each other and home whispered in their voice that it wasn’t their fault as the two clung to what little they had.

the salt in their tears was harsh on their wounds.

“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking? what’s going on?”

mapicc trembled in reply as the vomit in his throat spread to his mouth and splattered on the pavement. he couldn’t tell if he was crying due to the burning in his throat or the burning in his mind.

ro’s gentle hands (even if mapicc saw the blood on his knuckles. it matched his own.) pulled him away from the vomit on the ground and held him as he trembled and shook.

no words were uttered that night but those few. no words but the warmth of a body holding your cold one as you shook and trembled in the night.

longing for your mothers touch. but your friends shall do, for your mother doesn’t love you but your friend does.

they were children. they were murderers. they were kids.

‘if he feels nothing then why is he shaking?’

mapiccs mind repeated those words (it felt like a mockery. a turn on ro’s soothing words.) as he stared at zam before him, he should drive an axe through his beautiful neck for looking at him.

he found his hands empty and trembling beneath the stars as zam opened his mouth. he heard it over the rain pounding his cold corpse and the ringing in his ears.

mapicc was not dead, he was not hurt. but he felt like a true corpse. a body that had been reanimated. a puppet. a toy for use.

“know that i loved you. know that it wasn’t enough. and it’s not your fault.” was all zam uttered.

when mapicc cried this time, it mixed with the rain and his knees clicked and clattered but no one came to help the man sobbing in the rain.

the man in the rain didn’t wish to be helped.

“if you feel nothin’.. then why are you drinkin’? why are you shaking so bad then?”

ash’s voice was as soft as snow and yet it cut red deeper than a dagger as his hand gripped tighter on the bottle as if to hide the tremors that ran through his body.

a swig. burning hot liquid dripped down his throat and some burned behind his eyes. he wished he could drown it as if it was beer.

he wished he could drown as hands pulled at his trembling ones, wished he could die as they pulled his hands off of the bottle.

red felt, truly felt, like he was being held under water as a warm body met his chest and face. he wished his tears would kill him.

yet it didn’t. no matter how hard he cried.

“if you do feel nothing, why are you here?”

red had no answer. he found his tongue cut out and wouldn’t be surprised if he looked to the floor and would find his flesh mocking him on the floor.

his body trembled harshly in the raging winds, and the warmth he sought for loomed before him. he stumbled toward and the warmth caught him, it accepted the coldness of his body and held him tight.

“shhh… sh i got you.” was all red heard from ash, from warmth, from home as the door shut and the true coldness was trapped inside the home of warmth.

he didn’t deserve this and yet he let himself seep into the warmth like a child in their mother’s grasp. desperate for the feeling of love.

but cold cant warm warmth, and warmth cant make cold colder. perhaps in the end they could even each other out.

for now they would breathe together.

“if you feel nothing, then why am i here? why are you shaking then?”

the ram blinked in reply at vitalasys words. listening to how they cracked and trembled.

vital was truly terrible at hiding hjs emotions, while subz was too good at it. a man who wore his heart on his sleeve and a man who hide his heart in a chest barbed with wire.

locked with no key to be found other than jammed in the heart that bled onto a sleeve.

the silence hung between them was louder than the stars that glimmered down at them, the breeze in the trees and moon that shined above their heads spoke louder before subz had written words to speak.

before he had lifted his tongue and used it as a flute to sing and tell truths and lies, and he hoped vi knew this one was a truth.

he hoped his trembles showed the truth.

“because i care about you.”

“you do?”

“of course.”

“good. because i care about you too subz!”

and god should smite subz for how he smiled at vitalasy, feeling like a little boy in the summer breeze.

“if you feel nothing, then why do you look so scared?”

it was subz’s turn to ask. and vitalasy found himself trembling in reply as he felt the blood on his hands turn cold and harden onto his skin and fur.

he felt sick, he felt empty, he felt nothing. but nothing was never truly nothing, because in the end. everything is nothing, but nothing cannot be everything.

and is that not curious? how one thing can be the other but the other cannot be the thing. because nothing is the absence of a thing, and everything is every little thing. so in its own title, everything is nothing.

so vitalasy felt everything and nothing all at once. for theyre a pair. true opposites yet they stand together.

it reminds him of subz and himself.

“i’m not scared.”

“you’re trembling.”

“… okay yeah i’m scared.”

“of what?”

“nothing. everything. myself. you.”

“if you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?”

jaron found his voice gone in the wind as he locked eyes with planet. he wished to sob in the other man’s arms but there is nothing more humiliating then your own desires.

his hands trembled from those desires, the one that ran a sickly cord from his eyes to his throat, to the depths of his stomach.

there is points where longing gets too much, so jaron clenches his jaw everytime he feels that yearning.

perhaps that was why his jaw constantly hurt.

“what is it you feel?”

“nothing."

“why do you lie to me?”

“because.. i’m scared.”

“of?"

“living. i’m scared of living planet.”

the silence that followed felt like butter spreading on toast. it was good, it was nice. it was horrifying, it was evil.

it was everything.

“why are you shaking?”

jaron stared at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as his chest rose steadily and a pillow soft under his head.

he felt bacon’s eyes prying on him, his body trembling slightly in a way too subtle to be labeled that he was just cold.

jaron wondered how long bacon had been staring.

bacon waited for a reply as snoring echoed in the next room.

“bacon, i’m not a good person.”

and bacon sat there, waiting for jaron to confess a crime but neither did jaron’s body or lips move.

“so? we’re all bad people jaron. everyone’s a bad person. why should i see you different for trying to survive?”

no reply met bacons ears. he didn’t want one. he laid his head back down and closed his eyes and let the last words to be uttered be a promise.

“goodnight, i’ll see you in the morning.”

“.. night.”

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ke-119 · 1 year

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FALLOUT - Chapter 7

Chapters Posted: 7 of 18

Rating: T+

Warnings: Canon-typical violence & fighting/blood/gore/graphic descriptions of injury & death (no major character death)/angst/hurt/comfort

Characters/Pairings: Poe Dameron/Finn, Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, BB-8, OCs.

Summary: Still reeling in the aftermath of Crait, Poe Dameron and Finn are sent to a secret Resistance base tucked away on Lothal to serve as acting generals. Their numbers dwindled to barely a handful, and with General Organa’s order grounding all surviving Resistance personnel to heal and regroup, morale is at an all time low. Poe grapples with his inability to sit still; the First Order looms, an ever-encroaching threat to what remains of the Outer Rim’s free space; intimate feelings grow impossible to ignore and a shocking return promises devastating consequences not only for those stationed on Lothal, but for the Resistance and galaxy at large.

A/N: An AU adventure, a side-quest of sorts, to account for some of the time between TLJ and ROS. Stormpilot centric. Canon up until the end of TLJ (but does not take into account Resistance Reborn or the Finn/Rose arc).

Masterlist

CHAPTER 7

“Don’t even think about it,” Vrees hissed.

Poe shot him a glance. Vrees was right. But they weren’t exactly spoiled with options here. So, he took a deep breath, squared his

shoulders…

The door behind them flew open.

“Dr. Bexon!” a human boy called out.

Immediately, blaster fire smacked into the stone by their heads, raining debris and dust down on them. The boy squeaked and ducked back inside. Dr. Bexon jumped in after him and Poe and Vrees pulled Iolo in.

“You can’t go back out there now!”

But with Iolo gently deposited beyond the safety of the threshold, before she could protest further, Poe and Vrees were already back outside. Poe hit the data panel on the wall and the door closed.

Torin had entered the market square, and was advancing on Finn and Karé’s position. They broke away from the cover of the fountain, both firing, and dashed toward the base’s entrance in the alley ahead. Torin was forced to duck for cover, which allowed them to vault through the base door, BB-8 hot on their heels. Poe and Vrees used the opening to sprint after them. The control panel on the side sparked and smoked. No way to close it behind them.

Once on the other side, the shower of laser bolts resumed, sparks flying. Poe flattened himself against the wall, Vrees opposite him. “We’re just going to have to draw him in.”

Together, they pressed deeper into the obscurity, staying out of the way of downed light bars. Those that had not shattered on impact, tinked on and off intermittently, illuminating pockets of damage around them and slowly providing a clearer picture. It was a miracle any of the base was still standing. Durasteel ceiling panels grazed the floor, ripped from their welds by the sheer force of the blast. Several walls had caved, wrenching support beams from the ceilings. Incident command and the med-bay were in various states of disarray, but up ahead the mess hall was destroyed, the ceiling collapsed to the floor in a mound of jagged pipes and chunks of permacrete.

Vrees took incident command, Poe the medbay. It was a toss up, but if they could draw in Torin and corner him in one of the rooms, they may have hope of getting the upper hand.

Poe picked his way through the destroyed furniture to an overturned exam table, sliding behind it.

Then, footsteps. Right outside the door.

A blast tore through the table, by his head, the heat of it glancing off his cheekbone. Bolts all around him kicked up rubble shards as they connected with the ruined floor. He scrambled behind a cabinet, panting, dust in his eyes. Around him, the base groaned and shifted, the structure complaining under the strain of destruction. The blaster fire stopped.

Poe held his breath, checked the charge on his weapon. Almost out of juice. He risked a glance around the corner of the cabinet, centimeter by centimeter. The doorway was empty. So was the rest of the room. He darted out into the open. Their plan was coming together after all. Torin must have continued into incident command. Poe would just block the doorway, box him in and —

The heel of a blaster to the side of his face sent him sprawling. Gray lapped the edges of his vision. Poe grappled for his blaster, blindly crawling his fingertips to it across the floor. A boot kicked it out of the way.

“C’mon now. This was just getting fun.” Torin stood above him, a boot on either side of his chest, blaster leveled at Poe’s face.

“What did they do to you, Torin?”

Like flipping a switch, Torin’s face slipped back into that fragile, frightened look. “They tortured me.” It dropped away like a mask, replaced by the deadened smile. “Until I broke. The rest was easy.”

“Do you know how many innocent people you’ve killed?”

“Don’t be so shortsighted.”

“All this, for what? So Lothal could be absorbed into First Order space? Was it really worth it? What do they have on you?”

Torin grabbed a fistful of Poe’s shirt with startling force. “My parents wasted so much time hating them after my brother was taken—they never stopped to think he might be serving a greater purpose. Making them proud.”

Poe’s heart plummeted. So just like Finn, Torin’s brother had been taken from his family and conscripted as a stormtrooper. A greater purpose… More like disposable human shields. However they had wormed their way into his brain… Torin Baz was gone. Poe’s mouth went dry. Maybe there had always been something insidious in Torin. They just found the loose string and pulled.

“Imagine what they’ll say,” Torin’s voice cut through the spiral of his thoughts. “When I bring them the head of Poe Dameron. Best pilot in the Resistance.”

A resounding crack cut him off, and Torin pitched forward beside Poe, unconscious. Vrees stood above them, blaster in hand.

“Took you long enough.”

“I could say the same for you.” Vrees pulled Poe to his feet. “Let’s get him restrained.”

* * *

After some digging, Vrees and Poe located padded medical restraints in a smashed cabinet and used them to secure Torin to a chair. It didn’t take long for him to wake.

“Why did you blow up the base?” Poe launched into his line of questioning at the first sign of wakefulness.

Torin rolled his shoulders, arms secured behind his back, restraints clinking against the metal of the chair. He lifted his gaze to hold Poe’s, unperturbed. “You’re asking the wrong questions.”

“Oh, this is gonna be good.”

“You’re always one step behind. This is exactly why your precious New Republic failed.”

Vrees scoffed. “Not sure if you’ve heard the stories about their predecessor called the Empire, but that wasn’t sustainable for a reason.”

“C’mon, Torin,” Poe softened. Maybe he was still in there, somewhere. “You can’t really believe in the First Order’s vision for the galaxy?”

“That would be too devastating for you to handle, wouldn’t it?”

Vrees cut in. “That’s enough. What’s the end goal? So the First Order can claim Kothal now. What next?”

“It’s distressing, isn’t it? Being in the dark about your own looming fate?”

Poe grabbed the armrests of the chair, leaning in close to Torin’s face. He could smell the sweat and metallic rankness of the blood in his hair. “That part of the deal, huh? You come up with those shitty one-liners and suddenly you’re First Order material?”

Torin held his gaze, impassible. Poe finally broke away, putting some distance between them as he breathed, heart hammering.

“You have no idea what’s coming.” There was something hungry about Torin, malicious, as if the good-natured kid from Tanaab had never even existed. “This was just the beginning.”

Torin sprung from the chair, freed from his restraints, and slammed Poe to the floor with him. Vrees threw himself on top of Torin’s back, forearms around his neck. Torin had never been scrappy—he held his own on the sparring mat, and maybe in that one cantina fight—but now, he fought with a brutality Poe had never seen. Vrees held fast around Torin’s neck, who twisted and writhed, teeth bared.

“Give it up, kid,” Vrees grunted. “Go down easy.”

With the pressure on his neck, Torin finally went limp against Vrees. They lowered him to the ground. Vrees bent over, panting. “He’s not telling us anything.”

“Let’s get him in a jail cell at City Hall.” Poe sat back on his heels, chest heaving from the exertion. “Get off this base before it comes down on us. And get some better restraints.”

His eyes were pulled to the ones that had fallen from the back of the chair. They’d been slashed by something. A blade.

Poe didn’t register Torin move until it was too late; he barreled into Vrees, and jammed the knife deep into his chest.

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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so my logical brain KNOWS that mahito is a very horrible and dangerous evil being that would sooner transfigure me body and soul into something unrecognizable than even give me the time of day. but my horny brain keeps thinking about him being super fascinated by the idea of breeding, the ways he could manipulate his dick, and how obsessed/ attached he would get 👀 can I request some nsfw with him and a chubby reader to that end?

also, dubcon, some yandere, otherwise unhealthy elements are 1000% fine, I just really want a reader fic with him that isn't like, straight noncon or super violent but still pretty in character if that makes sense 🥲

honestly anon, this is almost . . . fluffy? i had a lot of fun writing it! mahito is a little shit but he’s also . . . cute?????

reblogs and comments are much appreciated / my jjk masterlist

scientific knowledge - mahito x reader (4k)

the cursed spirit who has moved into your house (possibly against your will, you’re not sure anymore) discovers your internet history. he would really like to know more about this ‘breeding kink’.

warnings: not sfw. afab reader, neutral pronouns. slightly dub-con (reader is into it but also very aware mahito could kill them). manipulation of tongue and dick. breeding kink. mentions of pregnancy. coming inside. explicitly chubby reader.

You think of Mahito as a cat.

You guess you could call him a lost puppy, the way that he always seems to be around when you’re at home and has made himself comfortable amongst your rooms and possessions – but there’s a way he has of looking at you, a tilt to his chin and a smile on his face, that suggests to you he’s far too smart for that. So a cat he is; always waiting to strike, always wanting to touch anything you bring home, asking you endless questions and demanding answers with a pout and a tug of your arm.

But, despite what you know he’s capable of (what he’s told you he’s capable of, with a laugh that’s too bright and eyes that are too wide), he’s never tried to hurt you. More, he seems to enjoy having you around – having someone to talk to and bother with his curiosity. You cannot bring yourself to be rude to him, and you’d be lying if you weren’t fascinated yourself by the cursed creature that you’ve found yourself saddled with--

So the two of you rub along.

And if you have noticed that Mahito’s eyes are pretty, that he is lithe but toned beneath his loose grey shirt, that he looks handsome and comfortable amongst the detritus of your life, you swallow the lump in your throat and will the heat in your cheeks away. That doesn’t stop Mahito from looking at you like he knows what you’re thinking about, with his patchwork smiling face hidden behind a hand, but it makes you feel better.

You know what he is capable of. You should not be wondering what it would feel like to kiss him! You should not have watched in fascination one night after you’d watched a horror film with too much blood and he’d altered his shape to match the forked tongue, too big, of the villainous monster of the movie!

You should not have to press your thighs together and will yourself not to let your fingers slip between them because there is just something about him that you cannot deny.

You suppose he is like a cat because you had shown him kindness, once, and he had followed you home with a grin and an; “I like you, you know!” and you had not had the heart (or the death wish) to throw him out; so you talk to him, and provide for him, and do not ask him about what he does when he isn’t there.

You probably should, considering he had once produced from his pocket a very shrivelled up little bean-shaped object emitting a low groaning noise, and said, grinning; “This used to be a human being!”

You’d peered at it.

“What is it now?” You’d asked him. He’d frowned and looked at it himself, considering the question. You’d said; “A human bean?”

And Mahito had laughed so hard that you’d thought you might need to stop him from choking.

He reads your books, roots through your possessions, uses your shower products (you’re kind of glad about that one; at first, a scent like death and rot and sewers had clung to him). He has tried on your clothes – ignored your personal space utterly, wrapping himself around you (he always seems to be freezing cold) when you’re on the sofa, and poked at your food until you’ve given him some.

(“I don’t need to eat,” he says, as he grabs his own spoon and digs into the bowl of ice cream. “That’s a silly, human thing to need. But . . . it’s good, isn’t it?” You had bought two tubs at the store next time and used a label-maker to write his name on one, and he had been delighted, exclaiming – not without a touch of lingering threat – “This is why you’re my favourite!”)

And you put up with it. You let him. Because a part of you has grown to enjoy his company, of seeing his silver-grey head perk up when you let yourself into your own home. It’s nice having somebody to come home to, even if that somebody is a something – even if that something is a curse that could kill you without blinking and relish in your dying screams.

Today, you’d come home to hear laughter from your bedroom, and you’d opened the door to see what Mahito had found so interesting, hoping that it was nothing that might stain your carpets.

“What are you looking at?” You ask. He looks comfortable, pleased, lounging on your bed with your tablet in his hand, scrolling leisurely with his grey-and-blue eyes wide with delight as he drinks in information on whatever it is he’s got open right now. Your money’s on a page of urban legends you’d found for him a few weeks ago; Mahito loves reading about supernatural things. He likes to point out exactly which parts of them are fake.

“I figured out how to look at internet history!” He chirps. The words fill you with dread, but you hope he’s just figured out how to get back into your Google search results so he can find things to make fun of himself.

“Is that so?” You ask, carefully. Mahito looks up from the screen, his face illuminated by the white glow. His stitches seem even more pronounced in this light, his eyes even wider. “Find anything interesting?”

“What’s a breeding kink?”

If you had been holding something in your hand, you would have dropped it. His eyes bore into you from his position, and the irony that he’s asking you this as he lays on your bed is not lost on you. There’s an amused slant to his mouth, a relaxed set of his shoulders that suggests to you that despite what he’s asking, he already knows.

“I-- umm--”

“You read a lot of dirty fiction,” he continues. “I knew humans liked to eat, sleep, and fuck, but I didn’t realise just how varied that fucking could be--”

You are so embarrassed you think you might cry. It’s bad enough that he’d seen your searches, that he’d possibly read some of your favourite, bookmarked stories – but the fact he’s rubbing your face in it, all cute and teasing--

He drops your tablet and rolls onto his stomach, steepling his fingers together so he can rest his chin on them.

“Y’know,” he says to you, “reading about these breeding kinks has given me some really interesting thoughts about experiments we could do together.”

Your throat goes dry. Mahito is still staring at you, curious smile on his face, gaze boring into you so you feel like he’s looking directly at your soul – hell, with all of the stuff he’s always talking about, maybe he is. You swallow, bringing a hand awkwardly to flutter around your chest.

“E-experiments?” You ask him, hoping that he hasn’t noticed that your heart has started pounding in your chest and a bloom of heat has made itself known, low down in your stomach. Further down than that, actually – you just don’t want to admit that what Mahito is saying is making you wet. You think it’s probably better if he doesn’t. He’s probably just fucking with you, anyway--

“Uhuh!” He chirps. He moves, fast as lightning – before you can react, before you can even blink, Mahito’s slim frame is pressing you against your bedroom wall, surprisingly strong considering his looks. He’s tall enough that you have to tip your chin upwards to look at him, and he seems to enjoy having you at his mercy. “You’re cute, y’know!”

You consider wriggling against him and trying to get free, but knowing Mahito’s unpredictable nature, you decide that’s probably a bad idea. Your best bet, you think, is to hope that he’s joking. He lowers his face so his forehead presses against yours, the tip of his nose brushing your own.

“I’m not joking,” he tells you, his voice serious and intense. “I think that it would be very beneficial for me to explore some more about human bodies. If I’m going to go around altering the shape of their soul, I mean!” One of his hands cups your face. He’s so cold. You almost shiver – but you stay, trapped, your eyes level with his. There’s a coldness in the pits of them that terrifies you. He really does just see you as something to be toyed with.

That shouldn’t be sexy, damnit. Fiction really has rotted your brain.

“I’m curious,” he says to you, hand travelling lower down now, to the neckline of your shirt. “If a curse and a human fuck--” The glee in his voice as he caresses the word almost forces a whimper out of your lips. “Can I breed you? I don’t think I can – the physiology is different, I suppose – but it’s an experiment, so I’ve absolutely got to rule it out, or I’ll never be satisfied--” A grin, feral. One of his knees suddenly forces itself between your own, effectively parting your thighs. “What do you think? Wanna help?”

Anything you were going to say dies on your lips as his knee goes higher and presses against your core through the fabric of your jeans, hard enough that the pressure sends shock-waves of excitement through you and your mouth opens to emit a soft, pathetic little whine.

Mahito’s eyes light up. His knee does not move; he grinds it again, purposely this time, into you.

“You’re wet,” he tells you, as if you don’t already know – as if you’re not in danger of soaking through your jeans. His lips lean in to brush against your ear, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. “You like me too, right? I might not know humans very well, but I see the way you look at me.” His fingers brush your breast through fabric. The other hand is at your hip, ruching up your shirt so he can touch bare skin. “It’s okay! I don’t mind. It just means you have to help, right?”

“Mahito,” you try and say, weakly, but his tongue has snaked out to trace a line over your jaw and you are so very weak. You’re shivering, trembling, your mind hazy with what he’s dangling in front of you – and when his teeth, just a fraction too sharp, tug on your earlobe, you short circuit and murmur; “Yes. Yes--”

He pulls back, grabbing your wrist.

“Great!” He tells you, as he tosses you towards the bed. His eyes are still almost frighteningly wide, intensity radiating off of him in great waves. “Take off your clothes! I’ve read enough about this, I think I’ve got it now--”

You stumble a little from his over-enthusiastic guiding, but you’re already lifting your shirt off over your head. Mahito’s eyes are drinking you in, interest colouring his gaze in a way that makes you feel pleased and giddy. You’re often anxious about the way you look – even more anxious, when despite the strange patchwork quality of Mahito’s body his face is handsome and he knows you’ve been looking.

“Let me,” he says to you, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra as if it’s not the first time he’s done it. Well. He’s tried on your clothes, maybe it’s not the first time – your train of thought is stopped as Mahito pulls at your underwear too, sliding them off you so they fall around your ankles and you kick them away.

He doesn’t say anything about the gossamer thread of your arousal that breaks – he’s far too busy running his hands over you, palms calloused and cold.

“You’re so soft,” he says, in wonderment. “You’re so warm!” He squeezes your hips, pushing you backwards so you’re forced to sit on the bed. You’re entirely at the curse’s mercy, and all that is doing is making you feel light-headed and warm. He groans as he strips off his own clothes, clearly annoyed by how they’re getting in his way. He leaves his loose trousers on for a second, as he crawls onto the bed opposite you and returns to taking handfuls of your skin, squeezing and kneading it. Your nipples perk under the pinch of his thumb and forefinger, and he giggles.

“You’re so cute,” he says, sing-song, moving to your stomach, the flesh there being gently poked and petted and squished too. “Adorable!” Your cheeks are all hot. Does he really think that? If he’d seen your internet history, you guess that means he might have seen some of the porn videos you’ve watched, and you definitely don’t look like those actors--

“I mean it,” he tells you, insistently, as if he can tell you’re second-guessing yourself. You really hope that he hasn’t been able to read your thoughts this whole time and kept it from you--

His fingers trail up your thighs, forming a V-shape to pull open the plump lips of your cunt. He leans forward, staring at it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“This is cute too,” he intones again, fascinated by the petal-soft lips of your folds, of the throb of your hole, the pearl of your clit nestled in there. “Even warmer--”

A finger drags through your slick and you bite your lip hard, the sensation of his cold digits on your warmest, wettest parts making you want to push up against him for friction at the same time as making you want to pull away from him.

He laughs again as his finger brushes your clit and you jerk, another soft whine escaping your mouth. He brings his finger to his mouth to taste you, wide smile settling across his face.

“You taste good, too!” He tells you. “I didn’t think you would, but you’re . . .” He pops the finger back in his mouth, his tongue lengthening to drink in every drop of your slick glistening on it, and you feel yourself clench. Oh, fuck. You’ve got it bad. “Sweet!” He leans forward again and licks a long stripe up your sex, your toes clenching at the sensation of the cool, wet muscle, your body reacting to the sight of the inhumanly long tongue enjoying the taste of you--

While he licks at you, forming his tongue into a scoop to get more of your taste into his mouth, his hands fiddle with his loose pants. You guess he isn’t wearing underwear, but that thought disappears as the forked tongue (when did he fork it?) flutters over your clit and you see stars, moaning loudly into your ceiling. God, it feels so good. A cursed spirit is eating you out and instead of wanting him to stop, you just want him to do it harder.

You’re brought back to Earth by Mahito, dropping his pants with a flourish.

Your moans die in your throat as you see what Mahito has between his thighs. Your eyes nervously dart from the cock resting thick and heavy and flushed, to Mahito’s face, pride in the way his hand comes to support it.

“Whaddya think?” He asks. “I modelled it on some of the stuff you were watching--”

“I-it’s big—” You say, nervous, not wanting to offend him. “I’m--”

“Ah!” He nods. Before your eyes, it seems to shrink a little, thinning out. “I don’t wanna hurt my lab rat!” Despite the fact he just called you a ‘lab rat’, affection is leaking out of his tone in great waves. “Is this better?”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, shifting closer. You reach out a hand nervously. It won’t be the first cock you’ve touched, but it’s certainly the first cursed cock you’ll have touched (the fact that he’s included a ring of stitches around the base is kind of cute, actually--) and you’re not sure how sensitive he might be.

A hiss comes out of his mouth as you wrap your hand around it.

Very sensitive, then. His eyes flutter closed, hips rocking forward into the warmth of your touch as you give it a few nervous pumps. His teeth bite into his bottom lip for a moment as he groans--

“Feels good,” he tells you, eyes snapping open. “But it’ll feel better inside of you, right?” One of his hands lands on your thigh, fingers digging just a bit too hard into the plush flesh. “I want to see what all the fuss is about--”

He doesn’t give you much time to think about it, as he crawls over you, caging your body beneath his. He’s lucky that your desire for him has been brewing for longer than you’d like to admit – lucky that the way he’d talked to you and stared at you and murmured about how soft you were have made you wet enough that when his cock brushes your slit, you arch your back and whimper out his name.

He tries to thrust it in you twice, awkwardly missing the pulsing hole both times, before you take pity on him and prop yourself up on one elbow enough to reach between you and take hold of the base of his shaft. He laughs at his own ineptitude, clearly finding this all very fun, but the laugh dies in his throat and turns into a guttural groan as you guide it inside you at exactly the right angle.

“Oh,” he says, as he sinks further and further inside you, and you can do nothing but wrap your arms around his neck and cling to his hair. “That’s what the fuss is about.”

You tug on the silver locks in your hand (it’s surprisingly soft, but then again, he has been using your conditioner) and Mahito groans, which is . . . interesting. If he doesn’t kill you after his little experiment, maybe you could explore that further. His chest presses against your breast as he bottoms out inside you – his eyes looking down at you as if he’s had some kind of religious experience.

“Okay,” he breathes, pulling back a little before driving back into you (making you see stars, again), “I kind of get why humans like fucking so much—”

“Enough to keep us around for longer?” You pant, as Mahito begins to find a rhythm, the silky sear of him pumping into your sex distracting. Mahito huffs out a laugh.

“Enough to keep you specifically around for longer,” he tells you, “Especially if you keep . . . feeling like this. You know,” he hits you with a fierce stroke, his hands coming to grip your hips hard. “You’re my favourite!”

Something moves, and you whimper – did he just make his cock bigger inside of you? The stretch makes you squirm beneath his grip, Mahito’s fingers and thumbs dig into your skin, his face turning very serious.

“D-did you just--?” You gasp, as his thrusts get faster and harder. He slides his hands further down, grasping the softness of your thighs in them and pushing your knees up so they press against your chest. In this position, you can tell that he has definitely made his cock bigger – it pounds you deeper, further, buried so far inside you feel like you’re being speared in the absolute best way.

“Maybe,” he says, teasingly, hips establishing a brutal pace. “I just wanna make sure I come inside you a lot!”

You’d almost forgotten the purpose of this little exercise, because of his tongue and fingers and cock – your body gives a squeeze around his cock, constricting him and making his groan stutter, at the thought of being filled up by him. Mahito giggles again, but breathlessly – this is his first time, you remember. You shouldn’t be surprised if he comes quickly.

“You really do like the idea of being bred, huh?” He asks you. The thick cock inside you is rubbing against all of your sensitive spots, your walls tight and silky and clinging around him. “You got so tight, cutie--”

“Mahito,” you whimper about again, and he leans down and kisses you. His tongue is still too big, and forked – but the kiss is hungry and passionate, exploring every inch of your mouth like he wants to eat you alive. The pounding in your core is getting faster, hungrier.

“I like it when you say my name,” he mumbles, against your lips, almost drooling onto you. You can’t breathe. The feel of his cock inside you, the heat that he’s stirring up with every drag of his hips is overwhelming, too much to handle. All you can feel is him, so big that he feels like he might break you in half.

“’m gonna--” You’re mumbling, hot, needy. You don’t care that he probably can’t understand what you’re saying. “Please, ‘m-- too much--!”

“Cute,” he repeats, breathlessly. “You’re so cute-”

Too much becomes too much (emphasised), and your orgasm bursts into being in blinding technicolour, heat wrapping around you as your pleasure reaches a crescendo that makes your feet lock into the small of his back. He groans in surprise, breaking the kiss – blinking down at you with those mismatched eyes as your mouth is free to wail at the intensity of all of the feelings that are overwhelming you. Your channel is clenching hungrily around him, milking him for all that it’s worth.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, that’s so good—”

His hips stutter. His mouth drops into an ‘o’, as if he’s surprised – and then, his hips are wildly knocking against you, cock twitching and shuddering inside of you. Mahito’s noises are no longer discernible – just groans and whimpers, the feeling of him inside you just adding to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm’s aftershocks as they ripple through you.

He’s coming.

He’s coming inside of you, like he said he would; trying to breed you, like he said he was going to, and the knowledge and the sensation of being pumped full of his come pushes you into a trembling second orgasm, shorter and sharper than the first. Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as he groans, muffing the noise of his own weakness once more with your mouth.

You did not think, when you’d walked in on Mahito on your tablet, this was where tonight was going to do – but with the feeling of his thick release inside of you, painting your inner walls with pearly fluid, you can’t say that you’re disappointed. You are disappointed when Mahito pulls back, gently dragging his cock out of you, his lips leaving yours so he can watch the way that your cunt is stretched around the shaft inside of it.

He pulls out of you with a pop, and his fascinated eyes watch as some of his release dribbles out of you in trickles – he opens his mouth, again, and his too-long tongue gets even longer. Long enough to scoop the release and push it back inside you, as if he’s using the thing like an extra finger – the sensation of the muscle on your already sensitive walls makes you whimper, squirming slightly. Your knees are still pressed to your chest, so that Mahito has the perfect view of how sore you look after his rough treatment.

“This position looks so nice on you,” he tells you, with a grin. He’s staring down at you, eyes bright and wide. You know you should not find him comforting. You know he could kill you where you stand (or where you lie, which is the more accurate description). But there’s something in his gaze that’s the closest that you think that Mahito can get to fondness. His cock is already stirring (yes, he definitely made it bigger – you wonder just how big he can make it and have you still be able to take it).

“Can I do it again?” He asks, unprompted, as if he’s not already shuffling on his knees closer to you, and as if you’re not already breathlessly trying to open your legs wider. “I don’t know much about human science, but I feel like with experiments it’s good to be thorough--!”

He doesn’t need your help guiding his cock back inside of you this time.

#mahito x reader #mahito smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #mahito x you #not sfw #writing #breeding kink for ts #afab reader #neutral pronouns #dub con for ts #Anonymous #jjk posting

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peaceoutofthepieces · 3 years

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92 for bicci 🍂

92. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

Jimmy wasn’t avoiding Lister, necessarily. He was doing his best to keep an eye on him, in fact, after the night before. Considering Rowan and Lister had moved into his grandfather’s house with him for a short stint, there wasn’t much room for them to hide from each other—assuming the events of a month prior wouldn’t repeat themselves. He was sticking around enough to keep Lister in the house, so. This current confrontation was pointless.

Rowan crossed his arms over his chest and gave him a disappointed look. “Cut the shit, Jim. He’s pouting. Fix him.”

“He’s not pouting. Is he? I haven’t done anything. What’s wrong?”

Rowan snorted and rolled his eyes. “You tell me. Or better yet, go sort it out with him.”

Jimmy bit his lip. He could hear Lister up the hall, talking with Jimmy’s grandfather in the kitchen. He could hear Lister last night, panicky and upset, trying to seek comfort from someone unused to providing it.

“He just had a bad night,” Jimmy said quietly. “I sucked enough at helping him already.”

Rowan grew solemn. “What kind of bad night? He didn’t—“

“No,” Jimmy quickly cut him off. “He came straight to me.”

Now Rowan crossed his arms again, and his expression turned knowing.

Jimmy rushed to continue before he could speak. “So he was safe and he didn’t drink anything. You know there’s nothing in the house. We just have to keep an eye on him, make sure he has company, and he’ll be fine,” he babbled. “I mean, no, that’s unfair, he can’t just be fine, but I mean, this is just a rough patch. Bad night, like I said.”

“Okay, yep, I hear you,” Rowan said, a little too loudly, resting his hands on Jimmy’s shoulders. His voice quietened as he went on. “He needs company. So, you should go talk to him, about whatever happened last night that you’re now freaking out about?”

“Happened? Nothing happened,” Jimmy squeaked, but Rowan was already using the grip on his shoulders to steer him towards the kitchen. “Really, Ro, he doesn’t need to talk to me, at all, it’s actually—“

“Hey Lister,” Rowan said cheerfully, ignoring Jimmy’s struggles to escape as they stood in the doorway.

Lister twisted around from where he was washing the dishes and smiled curiously as his eyes landed on them. It made something flip and jump in Jimmy’s stomach as heat crept into his cheeks, which, really, was exactly what he needed. Why the hell was Rowan so strong? Jimmy looked to his grandfather, hoping for an escape, only to receive another one of those knowing looks. What did they all think they knew?! Jimmy was going to—

“Can you go help Jimmy set up the laptop in the sitting room?” Rowan asked. “I wanna watch that show Angel told us about and I can’t remember the site, but you know all that stuff, right?”

“Uh,” Lister said, frowning in thought. “What show was it?”

“Oh, you know, the one with that actor with the curly hair,” Rowan said, already slipping past Jimmy to grab the half-soaked plate out of Lister’s hand. “I’ll finish this.”

Lister blinked, then glanced at Jimmy. His frown dissipated as his expression softened. “Sure,” he said simply.

He came to where Jimmy stood frozen in the doorway, then raised a brow. Jimmy snapped out of it to shoot a glare at both Rowan and his grandfather before agreeing, in a wonderful repeat of Rowan’s too loud tone, “Cool. Let’s go do that, then.”

He was pretty sure Lister was pulling a face at him, but he wasn’t about to say anything else and sound even more awkward. Instead he marched to the sitting room and grabbed his laptop from the sofa, putting a little too much attention on opening it and pressing the power button. Then he sat back against the cushions and let Lister handle it.

Lister picked it up and settled beside Jimmy, and Jimmy’s heart pinched at the inches Lister had left between them. He bit down hard on his lip and clenched his hands in his lap.

“Jim.”

Jimmy’s gaze snapped back to Lister, drawn in by the softness and hesitance in his tone. Rowan was right. Now that he allowed himself to look, the struggle from last night was still visible on Lister’s face in the pinch of his lips and gloomy tint of his eyes. He was still upset, of course, and Jimmy had probably been making it worse.

“Have I done something wrong?” Lister asked quietly, sounding so small and so unlike Lister Bird that Jimmy’s heart broke.

“No,” Jimmy said. “Why do you think that?”

Lister shrugged, focusing his attention on the laptop screen, which was working through unnecessary updates. “Are you upset with me? About…last night. I thought, maybe…did I disappoint you?”

“What? No! Lister, no. Of course not. I’m really happy you came to me,” Jimmy said earnestly. The hesitance caused by the space between them disappeared in the face of Lister’s hurt, and Jimmy took his hand and squeezed. “You know I’m proud of you. Always.”

Lister let out a breath, but his “okay” still sounded distressed. He glanced over at Jimmy, and now the pout was showing. “Then what’s wrong? Because I know there’s something.”

Jimmy looked down at their hands, and got the urge to pull away. He ignored it, but he couldn’t look Lister in the face. “Nothing,” he whispered. When Lister tugged his own hand away, Jimmy gripped tighter before quickly letting go. In a rush, he asked, “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

He heard the clacking of the laptop’s keys mingled with Lister’s sad laugh. “I said a lot of things yesterday, Jim-Jam. A lot of them stupid. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Jimmy really did not want to be more specific. He didn’t want to bring this up at all, because he had no idea where he would go with it or why it had bothered him in the first place.

Okay, that was a lie. He knew exactly why. He’d lain awake for hours thinking about it while staring at Lister’s sleeping face.

“That you hate liking me,” Jimmy said before he could chicken out, his voice barely audible. “That…that you think the biggest mistake you’ve made was kissing me.”

Beside him, Lister froze. The tapping stopped as Lister’s hands hovered over the keyboard, but he didn’t tear his gaze from the screen. Jimmy thought desperately for a way to take the words back. He was going to kill Rowan.

Lister sniffed, then cleared his throat. “So I actually said that out loud. Not a dream. Great.”

His tone was light, but it made Jimmy wince. It had been said somewhere amidst Lister’s panic, when he’d taken to almost sobbing against Jimmy’s side. There hadn’t seemed to be anything that brought it on; it was simply a constant struggle. Lister had no longer been able to hide it by turning to alcohol for comfort, and the frequent battle he waged with himself finally showed itself to Jimmy and Rowan on more than one occasion. Jimmy was happy Lister had come to him. He never had to lie about that.

But when that was the broken statement Lister had come out with, he couldn’t help wondering if it had been his fault to begin with.

“Yeah, I did,” Lister whispered, and Jimmy willed himself not to cry.

Jimmy swallowed, but his voice still cracked. “Why?”

Another sad laugh. “Come on, Jimmy. I fucked things up by doing that. I’m still fucking us up because of it.”

“You’re not.”

“I didn’t even ask for permission,” Lister said. “You would have said no, and it still would have been fucked because you still would have known, but I should have asked for permission.”

That was kind of sweet, but Jimmy didn’t really want to hear it.

If Lister had asked, really asked, he isn’t sure what he would have said.

“I’m not mad, though,” Jimmy tried. “Or anything. You didn’t…we’re okay, aren’t we? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I ruined it,” Lister argued.

“You didn’t—“

“I ruined it,” Lister repeated. “I hate liking you, because it feels like it’s all I can do, the only good thing I’m capable of, but it’s not good. Not because it hurts, but because I hate the thought that it makes you feel uncomfortable or responsible or whatever. And of course kissing you is the worst mistake I’ve made. It’s a fucking disaster, Jimmy.”

Jimmy would not cry. Why did it matter? Wasn’t it him who was hurting Lister? Him that had rejected Lister; that hadn’t wanted Lister first? It was dangerous for their friendship. It was dangerous for their whole group, their band—even though they were still unsure where they stood with it. Of course Lister wouldn’t want to like him, would want to do everything in his power to get over Jimmy, to not blur the boundaries again. It should have been what Jimmy wanted, too.

“It was so stupid,” Lister went on, “because I already wanted it more than anything, and I knew if I did it, there would be no going back. Because once I kissed you, all I was ever able to think about was how much I wanted to do it again.”

That was what Jimmy wanted instead.

His breath caught. He gawked at Lister while he struggled to absorb the words and Lister roughly rubbed at his eyes.

“This is what I mean,” Lister said, frustrated and choked and apologetic all at once. “I shouldn’t have even said that. Christ, I’m a fucking mess.”

Jimmy laughed.

He shouldn’t have; it was one of the worst responses he probably could have given, in fact. But it worked to stop Lister right in his tracks, even if it left him goggling at Jimmy as if wondering whether he’d lost his mind. Considering what he was thinking, it was a possibility. He couldn’t entirely bring himself to care. It felt great.

“Yeah, you are,” he said, voice sickeningly fond even to his own ears. “You’re ridiculous. I want to kiss you anyway.”

Lister stared at him with his eyes bulging even more, which was probably a fair reaction. It took a moment of Lister’s mouth working wordlessly before he mumbled, “Am I dreaming now?”

Jimmy grinned and shook his head wildly, another laugh bubbling out of him.

“Are you serious?” Lister pressed. “Jimmy. Don’t—If you aren’t, I can’t—“

Finally, Jimmy closed the space between them. He scooted over until they were pressed together from knee to shoulder, and rested his forehead against Lister’s. “I know,” he promised. “It’s…complicated. But I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Or if I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t do that.”

Lister’s breath stuttered out of him. “Okay,” he squeaked. Which was a really nice change of position, for Jimmy.

“I’d like to talk about it,” he added. “If you…if you’d still want to.”

Lister answered by retaking Jimmy’s hand. Where they’d been clasped together before, tight but easily slid apart, Lister intertwined their fingers now and locked them neatly together. He squeezed tightly. It was one of the nicest simple things Jimmy had ever felt. “Is that why—You thought I’d turn you down now because of what I said?”

Jimmy’s cheeks burned, but he shrugged. “Something like that,” he admitted.

Lister shook his head, and now he was beaming, and Jimmy understood what he’d meant. This, finally, was something good Jimmy had done for him. This was the best thing he was capable of, earning that smile. One that blinded compared to the beauty of Lister Bird by being simply Lister. It made his eyes shine and curled his lips beautifully, and Jimmy was leaning in before he could think about what he was doing. Hearing Lister’s breath hitch was a wholly musical sound.

“So, did you gu—ah. Oh, shit. Am I interrupting something?”

Lister jerked away from him with a magnificent blush on his cheeks. It might have been the best thing Jimmy had ever seen, but still.

He was definitely going to kill Rowan.

Prompt List

#iwbft #bicci #jimmy x lister #lister bird #jimmy kaga ricci #osemanverse #happy birthday lister!!#barely in time #it’s the first time I’ve written them and it’s been a while since i read the book #so sorry for any inaccuracies/ooc moments!#prompts #my fics

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huntingthehunter-if · 2 years

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What does it take for the ROs to cry?

Anon, you're really going for the heart today. No worries, I love angst! I took a slightly different approach to answer this, let me know what you think and if you prefer more direct answers.

Inhale, exhale, and repeat. Lachlan’s chest rises and deflates in rapid succession, his heart beats hastily and simultaneously feels as if it’s rupturing in its cavity, tearing at its seams. His eyes sting, his lungs sear and the muscles in his body throb with exhaustion. He had done everything he possibly could, he knew that, but it didn’t make reality any easier to accept. Lachlan always struggled when he wasn’t enough. He’d departed the room quickly, nearly tripping as he desperately tried to put distance between himself and the patient he couldn’t save. The patient who now laid still and lifeless in the other room, whose family naively awaited good news. As Lachlan’s mind drifts to the person’s family, the tears multiple two-fold. They create paths of their own down his cheeks, racing one another. He sniffles, wiping at his face profusely until the skin is raw and his eyes are sore. He bitterly recalls his mentor telling him it gets easier, his mentor lied.

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The room is dark and cool, ideal sleeping conditions yet Donovan lays sleeplessly. His muscles twitch with restlessness, his body screaming for sleep, begging for respite but he can’t give in. He can’t chase off the whirling thoughts in his mind, the one’s goading and taunting him. His very own mind pinning against itself. The tears come and Donovan knows better than to fight them. He had lost this battle far too many times, and by now he knows they will bring a tidal wave of hurt followed by sweet relief. The bed feels frigid, the wool quilt doing little to chase away the icy loneliness. Its moments like these Donovan longs for a partner, for someone to hold close and find comfort in. Comfort beyond meaningless touch, comfort beyond crude jokes, comfort in the form of embraces, lingering kisses, and a sincere, earnest connection. The tears consume him, leaving him a blubbering mess as he struggles to catch his breath between the sobs wracking his body. With time, the tears slow their rampage, and he falls into a tense, uneasy sleep.

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Frustration ripples to the surface, destroying her composure and erupting. Fiery tears form in her eyes, ripping through her defenses and blazing red-hot trails down her cheeks. She wants to scream; she wants to hit something, and she wants to stop crying. The icy walls collapse, shattering, and the tears fall freely now. She no longer brawls for power; the grappling halts and the tears win. They burn, and she almost takes pleasure in the pain, the discomfort providing relief. Her mind berates her for her weakness, shrieking at her to stop. She reminds herself that crying doesn’t solve the issue, her tears won’t fix it. With a deep, shaky breath, she wipes the tears and returns to the problem. She won’t waste time crying, she’ll prove everyone, including herself, wrong.

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Tears fall freely, landing on the white paper and marring it. Brynn smiles through it all, a giddy excitement building within them. They laugh boisterously, garnering glares from nearby patrons in the library. They discreetly hide their features, hoping to blend into their surroundings and become invisible to those around them. With a sigh, they close the paperback and choose another hoping it won’t evoke such a loud, intrusive reaction. Fifty pages later, they’re bawling in the library, their heart broken in sharded pieces. They can feel the eyes of others on them again, and quickly, they make their exit, and the tears flow due to embarrassment now. On their way home, they encounter a familiar neighborhood dog and the tears begin flowing again because the pup is just too cute.

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Cam doesn’t like this; they don’t like this one bit. Brynn whimpers, tears falling freely as Cam, once again, pierces their skin with the needle stitching the skin together. Cam mutters an apology, their brow furrowed with concentration as they focus on helping Brynn. After some time, Brynn profusely offers their thanks to the guard before departing for the night. Now alone, a few stray tears escape the confines of Cam’s eyes. The tears scorch their skin, ignited by guilt and shame. If Cam had been even five minutes earlier, Brynn wouldn’t have been hurt. They quickly wipe the tears, berating themselves for crying because it doesn’t solve anything. They shift their focus to what will really help; they’ll train harder, they’ll be more vigilant. They’ll be better next time, they’ll make sure of it.

#anon ask #ro ask

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yoshibb · 3 years

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Hi! Little something different from usual. I saw the @shepherds-of-haven summer prompt list and I decided to give it a try. Shepherds of Haven is a WIP interactive fiction and it has been such a huge comfort read for me, I highly recommend it! While I'm in love with all the characters, my favorite RO is Chase, so this story is for the prompt sleep with my F!MCAerynXChase. I did my best to keep everything as accurate as possible character and lore wise >.< Thanks for reading! Blinding Light Chase can't sleep. The concept itself isn't disturbing. He's gone plenty a night without a wink of shut-eye. But to not be able to, to have his thoughts jumbled, his leg bouncing, it's unusual. He stretches his fingers in front of him, flexing them soundlessly in the dark like he can find the answer in the lines of his palms.

Something is wrong.

He sits up, not bothering to find a light, his eyes long adjusted to the dark. There are still sounds coming from the Shepherds' Compound, but it's clear that the majority of the occupants have turned in. He doesn't always stay on grounds, but he's been making more exceptions recently for whatever reason.

There's no point in trying to join them in their well deserved rest. He rolls out of bed, slipping into an outfit suitable for traversing the city's rooftops. If his mind refuses to be silent then he might as well occupy it before it decides to turn to more... uncomfortable subjects.

He climbs out onto the rooftop and pauses. An irresistible urge to check on Aeryn tugs at him. For a moment he considers ignoring it. It's late, she needs her rest more than anyone and despite his stealth there is always the small chance he could wake her. But like most forces involving Aeryn, it's less of a tug and more of a compulsion. He spins around, lightly stepping to her bedroom window. He starts to undo the lock but finds it already open. He smiles to himself, forgetting that she'd stopped bothering to latch it after he'd picked it so many times.

She never asks him 'why he never uses the door' like a normal person would or scolds him for invading her privacy outside a brief huff of annoyance. It is strangely difficult to get under her skin, but a challenge he's taken to whole-heartedly.

However, though the space inside is dark, the bed is empty. His heart trembles with an ominous thump. He shakes his head, scolding himself. There are plenty of explanations for this. His eyes drift about the room to take in what's missing. Most notably her sword that usually rests against her nightstand. She normally leaves it close enough to grab in case of danger. The bed is made and her uniform is gone.

He should check the patrol schedule.

What are you doing?

He stutter steps when he reaches the low lights of the hallway. What is he doing? He should be picking the lock on some unsuspecting noble's balcony by now. And yet nothing stopped him from progressing towards the large board downstairs.

The lamps provide just enough light for him to read. Letters which were once incomprehensible now make perfect sense thanks to Aeryn's tutoring. His smile lengthens as her name jumps out at him. He even knows the route she's covering. Not the best part of Haven, but not the worst. He has nothing to worry about.

He blinks and looks down. He plants his hand on his disobedient limb, physically stopping his right leg from bouncing. He studies it like it's a mystical object rather than a part of his body. His eyes slide up to Aeryn's name again, the discontent tug now like a rope around his wrist, dragging him to where she should be.

He was going to do a little sightseeing anyway, what would the harm be in 'bumping' into her?

Soon enough he is outside, climbing the walls and out into the streets of Haven. Darting into the first alley, he bounces off the wall and uses his momentum to reach the ledge, pulling himself up onto the roof without any trouble. The air is cool, comfortably so. The wind barely provides any resistance as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop.

Normally, he'd take in the sights, watch for a potential target, enjoy the rush of adrenaline. It's the perfect night for a sprint, but his mind is clouded by the hunt. He scans the streets below, empty besides the rare drunkard or overworked laborer.

Until he finally sees her, long golden honey hair that somehow still shimmers under insufficient light. A presence that always seems to blind him the minute she catches his gaze.

His heart beats against its cage, his smile stretching until his cheeks hurt. His sunshine, his Aeryn.

He catches himself, pressing a hand against his mouth as a cold shiver courses through him. No, not his. Free to come and go as she pleased. In and out of his bed, to be with whoever she wanted. Just as he is.

Regaining control of himself he looks down again, studying the sway of her hips and the grace of her walk. It's enough to ignite a flame inside his core that he's eager to chase. A smirk smooths its way across his lips. It would be a matter of convincing her to abandon her post, but she's never turned him down before.

He skips over one more roof and leaps down silently, a building's distance between them. The first time he'd snuck up on her like this, she'd nearly taken his head from his shoulders. He had the reflexes to dodge her if he needed to, but she stopped her stroke before it nicked his throat. She'd sighed and asked him not to do it again. He'd simply smiled and stepped closer to her, promising nothing.

He'd repeated his stunt again with similar results but never in the dead of night. A thrill weaves through him as he approaches her, his tongue dancing out over his lower lip.

And then she turns.

Sharply, west, down a dark alley. The move startles him and unlike his normal marks, he trails her blindly.

An arm shoots out and cuts off his progress, causing him to stumble to a stop. Her other arm grazes against his back, effectively caging him in.

"Chase," Aeryn says in a scolding yet fond manner.

"It appears you've caught me, Captain," he reclines against the brick wall between the barrier of her arms, a lazy smile painting his lips. "So what do you plan to do with me?" Aeryn shakes her head.

"That's it? No tricks? You're just giving up? I don't believe it." Her eyes dance across his form and he's more than happy to allow it.

"I'm finding this position more than agreeable at the moment, but we'll see how things play out, sunshine." He propels himself forward from his lounging position. He pauses, their similar heights allowing him to nearly brush his lips against hers. To her credit she doesn't flinch, keeping her arms fixed on either side of him. He tilts his head in playful innocence. "I can offer a bribe, but I've heard you are an honest sort."

Aeryn hums unable to stop her own smile from echoing his, "I may be open to a different sort of bribe."

He chuckles low in his throat, the flicker of heat growing into a furnace. He nearly closes the distance, but he manages to draw back. He wants to see the thirst in her eyes first. The inescapable longing he's felt all night.

Instead, he's met with her concern. It catches him off guard, and he struggles to keep his nonchalant grin in place. "Aeryn?"

She catches his chin in her fingers and ignites a magelight with her other hand. He swallows tightly as she examines his face like a healer would.

"Your skin is pale," she says.

"Just a trick of the light. Nothing worth worrying yourself over." He gently tries to push her hand away. But she's insistent, thumb tracing his bottom lip, faintly cracked beneath her touch.

"You have dark circles under your eyes. Have you been sleeping?" She chides him. He tries to defend himself, but he's too distracted by the way her fingers glide across his cheek and lightly stroking his eyelashes. His eyelids flutter, and his body shivers under her featherlight caresses. Soft and caring and so completely foreign. He leans into her palm, lowering his guard for just a moment.

And she doesn't waste it.

She leans in and presses a tender kiss to the curve of his jaw. Wrapping her arms around him, she folds their bodies together until the two of them become intimately one. He turns his head into the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling the heady scent of sage. He cards his fingers into her long hair, enjoying the feel of it as it slides through the gaps of his fingers.

And it's enough. He allows himself to sink further until he's drowning in her embrace. Where no one can touch him, nothing can ever hurt him again, as long as she has him. She lays butterfly kisses on his forehead and each of his eyelids before releasing him. He very nearly clings to her but forces himself to let go, knees weak as he falls against the wall. She holds his hand for a moment longer, squeezing it tightly.

"Go to bed, please. For me? I'll be back soon." She promises, her grip slipping from his.

Instead of letting him disagree, she kisses him softly good night, her lips offering no more than a caress. He stands frozen for a moment, watching her disappear around the corner. As if leaving is so simple.

Confusion muddles his mind as he slides down the wall, hitting the ground with a thud. He stares at his hand, still tingling from her touch. Her scent still lingering on his clothes.

He starts to get up, ready to continue on with his plans for the night only for his limbs to betray him. He stumbles against the tidal wave of exhaustion. It suddenly feels as if he could sleep for days. He searches for the cure for his insomnia and finds her further down the road. His heart soars to life again. And then a deep fear creeps up his spine.

What's come over me?

#shepherds of haven #shepherds summer 2021 #chase trinaeste #hoping I did this man justice <3

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extraintrovertedalien · 3 years

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I should warn you that this was not proofread at all but I just had to post it cuz I said I was gonna do it but then I got distracted by a million other things so it took a long time and there's this au august by @/tsshipmonth2020 next month and I wanna do a few of the prompts there so have this poorly written oneshot that was based on this post by @aplethoraofquotes

Ship: Prinxiety(I mean what else do you expect from me) and a little bit of implied logicality

Word Count: 2017

cw: caps / mention of something on fire / tentacles mention / swearing (just one)

“WHAT IS UP EVERYBODY?” Thomas exclaims for the video intro.

“FINALLY!” Roman angrily but excitedly shouts after. The two other light sides pop up to also complain about the lack of videos in production in the past year, all the while attempting to calm down the royal side.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m doing it now, ok?” Thomas shouts over the complaining sides to divert the issue at hand. “It hasn’t been particularly easy. You know that guys, right?” He continues as he glances at the empty spot at the bottom of the stairs. They all silenced with a guilty look on their faces aside from the logical side, as he has been the one trying to compose the internal panic Thomas continuously endures within the past year. “Okaaaay! Let’s lighten things up a bit! I’m so glad you guys are here because we are having another Q&A!” Thomas excitedly announces to the three sides present.

"Not to put your siren to sleep but, you can't just repeat an episode, Thomas," Roman interrupted.

"I do concede with Roman's opinion here, Thomas. Haven't we talked about the originality of your videos before? Continuously repeating concepts not only bore viewers but also lessens the probability of their engagement to any or all of your future content," Logan discusses.

"I don't think 'all' would be possible, Logan. But, Thomas, isn't there anything else we could do today, maybe? We have been gone for a while, kiddo, so maybe there's other stuff we could do?" Patton adds.

"Calm down, guys. You're all starting to sound like Virgil. But, let me explain first. We're doing a Q&A because, as you said, it's been a long time since the last video AND even longer since the last Q&A, and so much has changed since then," All the sides present appear to be content with the explanation provided.

"Plus," Thomas adds. "This one has a twist," he says directly to the side to his right. Logan slightly nods in approval but remains skeptical. "And, what might that be?" asked Roman.

"The questions will be provided by each of us," Thomas states with pride seen on his face. Roman and Logan met eye to eye with worry and slight fear in their eyes. "I'm sorry. Can you elaborate more on that, Thomas?" Patton worriedly asks.

"Well, we have to think of a question that we want everyone to answer. For example, I think of a question and each of you has to answer it,"

Now, all three sides share glances with worry seen in their faces. "Why do you all seem worried?" Thomas asks with a nervous chuckle. "Roman has been bothering me with this idea for a few months now, I thought you all would be okay with it," All eyes were on the royal side. "I didn't think of that idea…" He trails off.

Realization falls to the four after a few seconds. "Ahh. I forgot. I'm not your only 'imagine dragon'," Roman confirms their suspicions.

~*~*~

"Which one of us scares you the most?" Thomas asks the four sides present.

They all agreed to the concept Thomas has presented and seem to be convinced that 'playing wouldn't hurt.' They eventually got the anxious side to play as well after a few minutes of convincing(and bribing).

"I used to be scared of Janus' scales before but I'm fine with it now. Hmm... Oh! Remus' tentacles really creep me out," Patton answers and shivers a little with the mention of tentacles.

"I'm offended you're asking me! I AM A PRINCE! I have nothing to fear. And none of you can do actual harm to me as far as I'm concerned," The four give the royal side a 'refuse to take that answer' look. "Fine," he sighs in defeat. "Remus," he says with an unexplainable expression on his face. They all agreed before that they're allowed to not explain their answer if they aren't comfortable with it. So far, until the current question, only the anxious side's answers remained without explanation.

It's now Virgil's turn to answer and they wait for it even though they already seemed to know. "Roman," he stated. All the sides were taken aback but refused to ask him to elaborate. Roman's expression was unexplainable and distracted for the duration of the entire game.

~*~*~

After a few, they were now on the last question, and it was Patton's turn. He suggested that it should be a little personal but not too much, and they were still allowed to refuse to explain their answer. They were all skeptical, so they agreed that if the question Patton thought of was too personal for them, they'll just rethink another question and edit out that section for the final cut of the video.

"Okay, what was your worst romantic gesture?" Patton asked. They all nod to signal that they were all comfortable answering the question.

"Well, I am the romantic side so I don't think I even HAVE a bad romantic gesture..." Roman answers but continues to think of an incident. "Oh. One time, I had a crush on someone and I didn't know how to handle it, so I filled their room with heart-shaped confetti…" Roman answered while rubbing the back of his neck from embarrassment.

Virgil's head shot up to look at the royal side. "That was YOU?" He didn't mean it to be that loud. He immediately covered his mouth with his hand and lowered his head back down, avoiding the others' glances.

Roman blushed and froze in place. He forgot that Virgil was right next to him.

Thomas made a mental note to cut the video from after Roman's answer to before Virgil's answer.

"I left them flowers but I never told them it was from me" Virgil tried to make his answer as vague as possible to prevent any more mishaps. Thomas and the other two sides could almost hear the cogs turning inside Roman's head as they heard Virgil's answer.

~*~*~

After their recording session was finished, the four sides sank down to return to the mind palace. They all rose up in their living room except for Virgil as he is the only one allowed to rise up anywhere directly from the real world. An ability Logan plans to learn about soon when Virgil allows him to. Roman retreats to his room, still processing Virgil's answer earlier. While Patton asks Logan to help him prepare their dinner, he also processes Logan's answer to the last question of their game earlier.

*time skip brought to you by Roman's band references*

Virgil was, no surprise, wide awake in the middle of the night, still reading the little notes written on the "confetti." Apparently, Roman thinks that tons of pieces of paper, three inches in size, are considered confetti. Some of them have lines from song lyrics. Some with lines from poems. While some were just plain feelings. How Roman described Virgil's eyes and how beautiful he looked in his makeup that day in small letters written on the piece of paper (front and back) almost made him melt. And how Roman apologized for how he treated Virgil before made him regret not putting a note or not giving the flowers to Roman personally instead of leaving them on the royal side's bedside table.

*flashback brought to you by my hopeless romantic ass*

Virgil just finished his shoot with Thomas for his "80s-Glam-Virgil" look. At first, he wouldn't stop complaining about why he gets to have a glam look while Logan and Patton got the casual look. Eventually, he let it go cuz' he slowly was starting to like the look. After the shoot, he was so exhausted that he couldn't bring himself to rise up in his room directly so he rose up in the mind palace living room and dragged his limp body to his room.

As he opened his door, pieces of paper flooded a small portion of the hallway in front of his room. He looked inside and saw that his entire room was flooded too. He went inside and snapped his finger to close the door and to get the papers outside back into his room. He was too tired to deal with the suspected "prank" at hand so he snapped his finger once again to gather all of the papers into a giant box to keep in his closet for the time being.

The box remained untouched for months.

*end of flashback*

Roman sat on his bed, staring at the red roses he kept in a vase on his dresser. It was made of red heart-shaped pieces of paper glued together to the shape of a rose. Something about it seemed familiar yet mysterious. Roman could sense it was made with the magic from the imagination, but it wasn’t his. And, it definitely wasn’t Remus’, for obvious reasons. There was a bit of dark but endearing and comfortable aura. Roman laid his back on the bed in defeat. Covering his face with his hands as he blushes and groans at the same time. He tried to get some sleep but couldn’t keep his suspicions off his mind.

His knuckles hover on the purple door for a few moments before fully knocking, knowing the side behind it was also wide awake. He heard some paper shuffling and a sliding door closing after, presumably a closet door. A few moments pass before the door opens just enough for a part of Virgil’s face to peer out. “Please tell me this is as important as something burning on fire or I am slamming this door on your face,”

“Uh… Not really but-” Virgil resumes to close the door only for Roman to grab the door frame at the last second. “Ah, shit!” Roman whisper-shouted.

Virgil returned to his bed, leaving Roman in his current state, not even bothering to close the door anymore. Eventually, Roman let himself in, clutching his hand. He sat down on the beanbag in the corner, glaring at the other, while Virgil stayed on his bed with a blank expression. Virgil, then, gestured to Roman expectantly as if to let him continue what he was going to say.

Roman, then, slowly lowered his hand but continued to glare at Virgil. “Was it me that you gave the flowers to?” Roman asked skeptically. Virgil seems to have lost his confidence and slowly lowered his head, unable to look at Roman. “I'm gonna take that as a yes. You know, you could have easily gotten away with giving me flowers if you told me that you also gave the others flowers, seeing that it was Valentines that day,” Roman, amused, grinned smugly.

“Still not as sappy as your stunt,” Virgil snickered, glancing at his closet door. “Yeah, about that… I’m actually glad you didn’t bring it up anymore cuz’ it was actually a spur in-moment kind of thing,” Roman confessed, averting the other’s gaze. Virgil admitted it was actually kind of sweet and that he hasn’t finished reading each of the notes.

“Sooo…” The anxious side trailed off. The tension was so thick that both of the sides were staring at the floor as if it was a fireworks display. “Sooo…? You like me too…?” Roman started. “I mean, I thought I made that pretty clear when I answered the question about our worst romantic gesture,” Virgil chuckled and blushed as he attempted to catch the other’s eye. “Well, I like you too,” Roman blushed, and the two fell in comfortable silence before Virgil patted the spot beside him to invite Roman to sit with him.

Virgil’s smile fell suddenly as he looked at the taller side next to him and asked “So, what now?” Roman looked back at him with a small smile and gently reached for the other’s hand, “You tell me. I’m down with anything you’re comfortable with,” Virgil laid his head on the other’s shoulder with a sad smile, “Can you just stay here for a while?”

“I can do that, Mr. Darkside,” Roman replied with a quiet voice.

Yeah sorry this has "written at 2 am" vibes. Cuz half of it is. Also I just found out that I don't know how to write dialogue by Patton or from his perspective at least. And I am very proud of the band references my 2 am brain thought of

Also thank you to @thethreeunity for the last-minute comments before my sorry ass posts this without giving it a second thought XD love you lots Trin <3

Bonus:

“What is it with you and your band references today?”

“I was hoping you’d notice,” Roman answered with a chuckle.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #prinxiety #prinxiety fic #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts prinxiety #romantic prinxiety #implied logicality #em writes

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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eehee here it is the long awaited results of my chaotic ass survey about our hornies it’s so long holy heck, but I have seperated it into a couple sections to make sense of it all (omg if you read all of it lemme give you a kith teehee) ahhhh lol its SO nerdy haha but i hope that ya enjoy nonetheless! ✨

In this essay, I will....(hahah jk jk this is just all for fun)

1. Demographics Analysis

2. Polls on Fic Content

3. Member Specific Analysis

4. Deep Dive into the Juicy Questions (Confessions)

5. General Thoughts and Conclusion

6. Cute shit that ya’ll said that made me giggle

*Unpopular opinions will be made into their own post to give them ample space and analysis!

Other Notes:

Out of 100 individuals surveyed, 44 were readers, 2 were only writers, and 54 were both readers and writers.

Statistical significance can be effected by sampling, selection, and response bias (yeah i took a stats class teehee) and personal biases

All the the opinions and other analysis presented by me (Ro/binniesthighs) are purely my own oponion and are not factual. you are entitled to interpret all of this information however you like! Anything that i analyze is not definitive!

while this survey is mostly about stay smutblr, i hope that it can also maybe serve as a template for other fandoms as well with the more general questions! this is a survey for everyone!

i’d love to hear about what you think about anything presented in this analysis! feel free to send me an ask or comment! reposting is permitted within tumblr or on other platforms if proper credit is given! ❤️ (uwu hehe if you could please help me spread this i would appreciate it so much! i worked really hard on her 🥺)

1. Demographics Analysis:

Gender Identities of those Surveyed

~My thoughts: this really came as no surprise to me considering how the majority of kpop fans (especially boy group fans) identify as female! Seeing as I am a Stray Kids/Seventeen blog (both of them boy groups) it makes sense to me that my readers would mostly identify as female!

Another important thing to note (from a writer standpoint at least) is the wide array of identities that we still have present within the general audience of stay smut blur (SSB)! I’ll get into this later when i discuss favorite pairings to read, however i think that this gives us one more reason to write for a diverse audience of readers who can identify with different types of self-insert fics!

Top Five:

Female (81%)

Non-binary/gender non-conforming (13%)

Changes by the day (6%)

Male (4%)

Demiboy/Demigirl (3%)

Sexual Orientation of those Surveyed

Other identities mentioned:

????, unlabeled, aromatic bisexual, bicurious, demisexual, “just liking who i like”, experimenting, heteroflexible, sapiosexual, depends day by day, “i just like anyone”

~My thoughts: okkkkk i see us gays of SSB 😏 these demographics were really exciting for me to see! i think that it’s super cool that we have such representation across the board when it comes to sexual orientations present in our community! As someone who personally identifies as pan, this was super comforting to see that there are so many others like me in this little space of the internet! I think it’s safe to say at least from my lil survey that all the bi cuties out here own SSB 💗💜💙

From a literal standpoint, it also makes sense to me that heterosexuality is strongly present as well considering that often the pairs that we read are male idol x female reader so this is the perfect niche!

Top Five:

Bisexual (40.8%)

Heterosexual (26.5)

Pansexual (17.3%)

Queer (7.1%)

Asexual (4.1%)

Stay Creators!!

~My thoughts: this one i was THRILLED at seeing oml hahaha and i was so interested to see that this was nearly an even split!

I think that there’s something to be said about how sometimes we can take our hobbies: (movies, videogames, books, kpop, anime etc)--all things which we really like in totally normal and healthy ways but also kinda like....get hornies about them too? if that makes sense? for example, i have a friend who really likes certain video games/characters from these games as a fan and he’s shared with me that he also doesn’t mind watching porn containing those same characters! (ahahah ya all know what i mean don’t even lie haha)

what this question proved to me as that there are stays out there who practice “being a stay/being a stay creator” who also are interested in the more...horny side of this hobby/interest 😂

what is even more interesting to me is who i wonder if i’ve have consumed any of ya’ll’s content while you have consumed mine??? this i am DYING to know aha but it think its best for all of us to stay anonymous teehee ;)

either way, good on ya for doing what ya do!! you are so so treasured in this community too!! <3

2. Polls on Fic Content (a long section lol)

Favorite Pairing to Read

*other options selected were rankings of favorite pairings so i just added each of them as an entry to the respective category mentioned.

Top Five:

Idol x female reader (69%)

Idol x gender neutral reader (19%)

Idol x reader x Idol (poly r/ship) (14%)

Idol x reader, Idol x reader (threesome, not much interaction between the two idols) (8%)

~My thoughts: once again, this category was pretty self explanatory to me considering that the majority of readers are female identifying, so it would make sense that they would prefer to read smut that aligns with their identity! This is also super present anyway of SSB as i do feel like the majority of writing pieces that I do come along are idol x female reader, and most authors too often disclaim that they are the most comfortable writing this type of pairing as well.

What’s signficant as well is the interest in reading fics with gender neutral reader self inserts as well! this is my personal philosophy when it comes to writing (specifically with requests) but i think that writing gn!reader is always the safest bet to go as to not make assumptions about readers! for writers i think that seeing this 19% is something important to take into consideration!

An outlier to me with this demographic was the “poly r-ship” poll garnering a notable 14% in comparison to the idol x idol option which got 10 less votes (4%). what is a little confusing to me about this is how poly r/ships often (but not always) contain idol x idol content, however there is discrepancy with the amount of readers outright saying that they enjoy reading it alone. I’ll get into poly fics later with the unpopular opinions section--however i wanted to plant the seed here hehe. One other caveat to this is the fact that on SSB i feel like idol x idol content is really in the minority and is much more present on a platform like AO3 so this could be another explaination!

What is kinda cute to me is the fact that readers do really like poly r-ship dynamics more than a threesome (as i defined it, “with less interaction”) so this makes me feel like we are all saps for the fluff that comes with poly r-ship fics ;)

Favorite Kind of Smut to Read

male idol smut (67%)

i read both! (female and male idol smut) (25%)

depends on my mood (7%)

female idol smut (1%)

~My thoughts: Again, this is super expected to me as well considering the above statistics. Since i am a skz blog (a boy group) --as are my moots-- it really makes sense that those who filled out this survey would be into male idol smut!

what was cool for me to see as well was the number of readers who also read female idol smut as well as male idol smut! personally, i more predominately a fan of boy groups compared to the amount of girl group content that I consume (note: i do also consume gg content). because of this, i think that its really up to personal preferences and the content that you consume that can be reflective of the smut content that you consume as well and ya know, whoever gets your hornies going ;)

Favorite Genres...Ranked!

*so this was my fault lol i totally formatted this question poorly in google forms so i’ll try to summarize the most popular rankings with my words haha

*bc of the way that i miffed it (lol) i wasn’t able to get exact measurements, but rough ones!

Top Five:

Smut, fluff, angst

smut n’ fluff (with specific emphasis angst is not desired)

smut, angst, fluff,

fluff, smut, angst,

angst, fluff, smut

~My thoughts: by far, the most popular ranking that i saw was as follows: smut, fluff, angst. i saw this sososos many times haha also...ya’ll got really creative with your rankings and it made me giggle hehe. So! seeing as this is stay smutblr haha makes total sense that the three most popular rankings that we have were lead by smut! since we’re here for the hornies, i totally get this.

as for the “smut n’ fluff” or “fluffy smut” category, there was a decent amount of readers that expressed that this mixture is their fave! i’m kinda looping this with the “mixture” option that i also provided for this question since this was the most popular mixture that i was able to observe along with angst + smut. interestingly, i saw a couple mentions of “hurt/comfort” fics with this question too so this went well with this preference. as for number three on this list, we dip into that smut + angst category that I just mentioned as well. there were several individuals who said that they really really enjoy reading smut with angst!

lastly we get to the four and five on the list: four being fluff, smut and angst. i think this category can also properly represent the folx who tend to like more fluffy fics over the smutty ones, but that can also have suggestive themes too! in five, we have angst, fluff and smut which also is representative of another theme that i saw: as far as plot goes, several people mentioned that they liked fics that start with angst, get fluffier, and then end up in smut, so i think that this could be easily compared!

*there were also several readers who simply said “all of them” or opted not to rank, (lol me) so this really shows the variability in results!

Cute stuff ya’ll said (kind of out of context too LOL)

“... hehE I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE.”

“...I KNOW IT [my ranking] LOOKS TERRIBLY SPECIFIC AND IM SO SORRY and I guess the better way to describe that was one that has all 3 with a happy ending lol my b my b.”

“ ...it just depends on the mood my dude.”

“... (the smut doesn’t have to be soft i just want the relationship to be soft and i want aftercare and general affection).”

“(but almost no angst oops)”

“angst honestly makes me so sad.”

“... but long fics with angst and slow burn smut/fluff is just WOW.”

“ my favourite thing is when it's fluffy smut tbh with a little bit of angsty backstory. that is *chefs kiss*”

“(I'm a sucker for good angsty fics but I cant seem to find them???)”

“Smut, Fluff, Angst (I tend to be a bit of a purist so no mixture here).”

“(i can't read pure angst lol) “

“(I love how much plot there is in angsty fics but I personally can't read anything without a happy ending, i just can't take it)”

“ i literally couldn't rank them bc my mood is always changing lmaooo.”

“ smut, fluff, angst. i know what i’m about.”

Favorite Length of Fics

Top Five:

5k-8k words (27%)

2k-4k words (25%)

1k-2k words (20%)

10k-20k words (15%)

20k words (12%)

~My thoughts: this one was super helpful for me to see!! and writers i hope that this is helpful for you too! as someone who tends to rambles (lol) it was very comforting for me to see that long-ish fics are actually preferred! what is really cool about this data too is that it is all super well balanced for the most part and nearly edqual in some parts! how i see this, i think that when it comes to preferences of length, its really reader specific so anyone could like anything! this goes into a little bit the slow burn question that i asked as well too, but it’s really cool to see that when readers do read, they kinda like something to sink their teeth into!

i wanted to look into how long it takes you to read these words, and it appears that on average, a 5-8k fic can take someone 30 mins to read whereas a 2-4k fic takes about 15mins! idk if this says something about attention spans, but as a writer it warms my heart to know that you’re willing to spend 30 minutes of your time reading something that i wrote! 🥺

another thing i wanted to bring up is the “hard and fast” smut readers--those who like to get straight to the point, get right to business and to the juice! they are also a decently large group too! as for readers who like a nice long fic or a chaptered fic, they are super close in numbers! from this, it’s safe for me to assume that maybe those who like reading longer fics are more inclined to strap in for the long haul with chaptered fics too!

Favorite AUs to Read

*the top category that got cut off (thank you google forms lol) is friends to lovers! the one that says “...love” at 48% is enemies to lovers, and the one that has a blanked out title at 35% is strangers to lovers!

Top Five:

friends to lovers (65%)

enemies to lovers (48%)

high school/college au (40%)

roommates/neighbors to lovers (38%)

strangers to lovers (35%)

Other AUs mentioned by you!

office au, royal au, vampire au, fake date, idol au, slice of life, boarding school au, childhood friends, soulmate au

~My thoughts: ok ok so this was RAD to see! i often wonder myself the kinds of aus that my readers would like to see so this was really helpful! circling back on how readers tend to favor fluff n’ smut (friends to lovers) and angst n’ smut (enemies to lovers) i think that we’re seeing some more themes here teehee.

i like to think that since most of us are of the college age, the college au is super relatable therefore we really like to read it! not to mention that college and high school au’s are super duper cute as well! this is also relatable to the roommates/neighbors to lovers category which is also relatable to us who may or may not have experienced having a roommate or crush on the cutie next door ;) as a couple readers mentioned, they liked more “slice of life” au’s--which both of these categories fall into! i think we as readers like scenarios that feel the most real to us, bc they are the easiest to insert ourselves into :)

fantasy and thriller, action, more “fiction” tropes are in the minority, however i think that this can be for the exact same reason as i mentioned above where readers like more relatable scenarios.

Opinions on Slow Burn Fics

~My thoughts: during polling of this category, this pie cart stayed basically the same the whole time!! that was pretty cute to see! the important take aways from this survey for me is the fact that slow burn fics are generally really loved! again, lol as someone who writes big ol’ long slow burn fics this made me feel a lot better hahaha basically, the general consensus is that slow burn fics are welcome most of the time, however some readers might need to invest a little more time into them! this is also very easily comparable to the above statistics on the length of fics preferred (longer ones being the ones more popular) so here’s a lil more supporting evidence!

3. Member Specific Analysis

Bias Survey

Top Five:

Chan (19%)

Changbin (18%)

Hyunjin (16%)

Jisung (15%)

Minho (14%)

~My thoughts: ok ok ok so this is where it starts getting JUICY hehe (also i apologize once more for making you pick LOL)

the reason why i asked this question was because i wanted to see if there was a correlation with biases and if there was a probability that members who had more people biasing them (or popularity I guess) were more likely to be read more in smut fics! AND I WAS RIGHT haha isn’t this so fkn cool??? (see more in the next section!)

for comparison, i went to kprofiles to see their little survey on bias popularity and their top five.

Kprofiles Top Five:

Hyunjin (15%)

Felix (14%)

Chan (12%)

Minho (11%)

Jisung (11%)

SO oh my god my nerd brain is loosing it over this REE so, what i should note that is those who took this survey on my blog are likely generally different based off of the fact that they are here to read smut specifically, rather than the general holistic popularity survey. It is for this reason that we see Felix much higher on this list and Changbin much lower too (as we know Felix is really well known generally and globally and there are *generally* fewer Bin biased fans). What was really interesting to see what that with Hyunjin, Chan, Jisung and Minho, they still all stayed within the top five! Soooo what i’m saying is.... all of you Hyunjin, Chan, Jisung and Minho fans really must like your smut 😏 and I think that it’s safe to assume that the majority of hard stans come from these four members too ooP (and of course our Binnie too! ;) i see all of ya’ll 👀)

Members That Get Our Hornies Going

~My thoughts: AHH DOESN’T THIS LOOK SO SATISFYING? I’M SO PROUD OF HER!!!

First off, i would like to acknowledge the all mighty power of Bang Christopher Chan for pooling this most hornies god DAMN while i kind of expected this, it is also evidenced in the fics that i write! recently i’ve been tracking the number of notes that my Chan hard thoughts get in comparison to other members and the differences are usually ASTRONOMICAL. He is most def the most popular member for smut for several different reasons, lowkey bc i think that it’s kind of part of his brand?? hahaha if ya know what i mean?

As for preference from Minho on, we can see a super obvious trend that as age order decreases, we get less and less interest for reading for the member. I’m fairly inclined to believe that this has to do with the fact that most often fans (especially fans older than skz) have a harder time seeing the younger members in a sexual way, so the lack of interest totally makes sense here! As referenced above too, we found that the oldest five members (Chan --> Jisung) are the favorites for smut reading which we can see here as well when the numbers really drop after Felix (Felix coming in at 6th place on my “popularity” survey).

Bc of these statistics, i do really feel like as a reader, i tend to see much, much more fics involving our top five! As for Seungmin and Jeongin, I’ve also seen people state that they do not read or write content for these two members bc they do not feel as comfortable, so this can also explain the lack of content. Also as we have heard many times, Jeongin is a bit of a hot topic lol within the SSB community, so this makes sense that his readership would be low as well.

4. Deep Dive into the Juicy Questions (aka confessions)

Is the fact that you read smut a seggsy secret?

~My thoughts: JUICE TIME JUICE TIME

Before I say anything, i wanted to tell you all how all of the juicy questions were totally optional, but i got 100% participation for every single one of them which if find HILARIOUS i guess you all are just as curious as i am?? ;)

So! for this question, we have an overwhelming amount of readers who said that only their closest friends know which is so cute to me! i love how we can trust our friends with this hehe. i also fall into this category bc like, it’s lowkey kinda fun to talk about? maybe also the fact that i run a smut acct makes me care a little less about it all hahah

secondly, we have the rather large group of people who said that they wouldn’t dare to tell anyone which is also sooo cute haha idk how to explain it but this was the category that i started out in too until i found the right people! But i totally get ya, reading smut--especially-- kpop smut-- can be embarrassing or cringey to share (not to mention that it is somewhat morally grey LOL) so this is really understandable!

also my fkn hats off to all of you who said that you didn’t care about who knows that you read smut. here, you dropped this: 👑 you’re much braver than i could ever be.

When you read smut, do you really feel the hornies?

~My thoughts: ok, so this one to me was also very interesting for me to see as well! (also if you get uncomfy reading about personal masturbation habits you can skip this one lol)

the reason why i asked this question was because i wanted to see if people “get off” by reading smut (whether reading it turns you on, or if you choose to use it for “material” to get off on however this might look, might be more of a mental simulation without any real like, physical getting off) candidly, I use smut to get myself off every once and a while, so i wanted to see who else might be in the same group! since becoming a writer however, i read much less and reading it doesn’t hit the same when i was just a reader bc i have a different perspective of being the one writing the smut so i look at it more analytically--i digress.

it was exciting (teehee get the pun?) for me to see that others also “get off” on smut too--and that they are the majority! teehee it is an honor for me to provide you with the hornies LOL. at the same time, we still have a large group in the “don’t take to seriously” category which was interesting to me too! i can’t speak for these readers, but i interpreted these kind of readers to be the kind who read smut to imagine the scenes and are like “hm, that’s hot, i like thinking about this.” but it doesn’t extend much outside of these thoughts.

What is the most popular position pairing we like to read?

*smaller slices of the pie represent multiple favorites which i also seperated back into the categories corresponding to get the best count into what was the most preferred.

Actual Breakdown:

dom!idol // sub!reader (51 votes)

switch!idol // switch!reader (32 votes)

subidol! // dom!reader (11 votes)

all of the above (5 votes)

depends on my mood (2 votes)

~My thoughts: i feel as if there is a bit of a conflict between which position really is “the best” and while we really can’t know the answer to this question since everyone has different preferences, we can at least find out which one is the most popular to be consumed!

again, going off of the content that I also see as a reader, i see TONS of dom!idol fics, like, left and right. also, if i may come for all of our necks, 👀 but...there’s really something to be said about the fact that the majority of readers are female and historically and socially, women are typically socialized to be submissive, so i can see why this would be why we would favor this among fics--this is even further evidenced by the fact that male idol smut is also preferred, thus further perpetuating the fact that women have been socialized to be submissive to men specifically. i’m not saying that this is the end all be all reason that this trend is present, but i merely offer it as a possible explaination. this is a much larger sociological conversation, but i think that this trend also showed itself in the types of smut that readers seek out as well--according to demographics.

sub!idol fics are few and far in-between, and i think that this can also be for the exact same reason as i talked about above!

When you read smut, do you pick faves to read for?

~My thoughts: what’s cool about this question is the fact that the “half and half” nature of it also resembles what we saw in the section for favorite members to read! As we see in that chart, 41 out of 100 people said that they read everyone, similar to this question where 48 out of 100 people said that they read for everyone. What this proves to me once more is that when it comes for reading fics, there's a 50/50 chance that the reader will look at, and read it based off of who it is about alone. This is a really powerful statistic, meaning that the members who that a writer might write for really dictates their readership! At the same time, it’s super comforting to know that regardless of what you as a writer might write, there’s always someone out there who is willing to read it! (as evidenced by the 52% of people who read for anyone! this is still a large number)

Readers: Do you only use Tumblr for smut?

~My thoughts: when i first started out reading smut, i was in the “i just look up skz smut” group LOL so i wanted to see again if there was anyone like me--which there is! This was more of my interest in seeing if some people view tumblr as “their smut dealer” AHA so that my initial motivation. I was surprised to see that this is not the case! out of 100 readers, 39 of them have their own non-smut blogs and the second largest group of 26 people use tumblr for smut exclusively.

idk why, but when thinking of this question, it really got me thinking back to the question where i asked if reading smut is a seggsy secret, and there was the group of people who said that it is for them--i’m assuming that these people might be part of the group have non-smut blogs and read on the side teehee.

at the same time, there is a combined 40 people who said that they use tumblr for smut purposes only which makes sense to me, as those who filled out my survey are readers of my smut blog if you catch my drift haha

Writers: Do you read smut, or just write it?

*56 responses correlate with those polled who identified as writers/both as mentioned above

~My thoughts: this survey is really really cute for me to see bc it means that there is a whole support network or writers out there reading, supporting and here to hype other writers work!! if anything, as a writer because it takes so much time to write, it can become hard to find time to read, hence the “when i have time option lollll (*cough cough* me LOL) thank you all for your honesty with this question!

5. General Thoughts and Conclusion

Survey on Exposure

~My thoughts: i kinda wanna close off this survey by getting on my soapbox for a sec lol. At least for me, the most common ways that readers found my blog were: looking up a tag, and from a repost. i think that this really goes to show the power of exposure and certain tactics that you can use to increate readership of your account! new readers, if you’re reading this and you’re just starting out, tagging your stuff is so so important!

also, as i have said and so so, many other content creators have said countless times before, reposting is so crucial and it takes little to no effort to repost a creators work so that it might reach others! as a writers, we spend hours, and i mean hours creating content, editing, drafting, creating headers all out own time to publish something that we are proud of and for you to enjoy! it means the world to authors when you reblog their work and even more when you give feedback too because this is our passion! we write for free in the middle of our busy lives so the validation makes it all worth it!!

Conclusion

~phew! so that’s it! once again, i wanted to thank you all from the bottom of my heart from participating in this lil study! i really hope that it is helpful to writers and readers alike! i wanna give ya all the biiiiiigest Ro huggies!! 💕💕

as i mentioned above, the answers for the unpopular opinions will be made into their own post bc there is a ton of them and i didn’t want to clutter up this doc lol

don’t ya ever forget that you are important, loved, and special! happy hornies my cuties ;)

~R 🌹

6. Cute shit that ya’ll said that made me giggle (and hopefully makes you giggle too)

~you all are the light of my life!! each of these comments brought me so much happiness and i love you all so fkn much for that!! also, to those of you who said, “Ro date me” PLZ haha i will date you too!!! too all of the super sweet comments about my writing, thank you so so very much and thank you for reading! it means so much to me!! to all of the i love yous, ahhhh i love you toooooo 💕

“I DUNNO IM BAD AT FUNNY STUFF BUT KNOCK KNOCK I GUESS? -whos there

-ro who

Me, in chan voice: RObber ducky you're the one

yeah...

yeah

bYE”

“ I didn’t know changbin’s thighs were of such importance until I saw your username but now?? 👀 I am looking respectfully.”

“ every time chan doesn’t reply to my bubble message i hold my breath and try to die💆‍♀️”

“ here are my favorite emoji combos: 😐☝️ 😫🖐️ 😂🤏 (i use that one when i get a dick pick and it's rlly small but the person thinks its big-) “

“ you are EVIL for making me choose just ONE bias OT8 EXISTS OK!?”

“ I hope this survey provides you with a lot of useful feedback! -sincerely a big tiddie committee member (you know the one)” [hehe yes i do hai M ;)]

“ chan’s tiddies... that’s it.”

“jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo?“

“ Jeongin is appropriately baby bread because his face is puffy in the morning so it's kinda like yeast rising 👉👉 “

“ someone needs to tell hyunjin to put some vaseline or something on his cuticles like I love him a lot but his recent live made me scream sir your cuticles are hanging on for dear life please I'm literally begging you “

“ I squeal whenever I get a notification from you and my family think I’m secretly dating someone. It’s nice knowing that they think I can get someone during a pandemic 😁 “ [this one had me SENT]

“i hope ur dreams are blessed with skz thighs.”

“ HS Bin supremacy!!”

“Sta”

“Ro(ses) are red, violets are blue - DaVinci painted Mona, cause he couldn't find you :') “

“✨ dInG dOnG ✨ “

“You're doing God's work as a changbin stan xD “ [thank you so much aHA]

“damn gorl, are you a wifi signal? cause i’m tryna connect 🤔🥴✌🏾 “

“Good luck with your survey! I hope you get a big response! You know what else is big..?

Chan's feet. (I'm sorry, that was my attempt to make you giggle but I'm clearly not a comedian)”

“What's the internal temperature of a taun taun? Luke warm! (Haha sorry star wars joke) “

“egg“

“just because you’re garbage, doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot <3 “

“Soft-Dom Minho Agenda is the best agenda. I have spoken. Sincerely yours, Javi (@itsapapisongo) “ [this is the way javi]

“Bang chan daddy supremacy”

“ro, ro, ro your boat gently down skz’ dick hell yea.” [this also had me SENT]

“stay smut writers should take “maknae on top” literally“

“idk man i’m just vibing. hope ur day is going well. (changbin voice) da DA da”

Fin.

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @lunarskzzz @yourdaddychan @bubblelixie @spnobsessedmemes @chaangbin @lmhmins @eunaeiekim

#PHEW #haha this was so fun!!#binniesthighs helpdesk #skz smut #stray kids smut #kpop smut #bang chan smut #lee minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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normal-thoughts-official · 3 years

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alec... giving magnus a shoulder/back massage. 1. touch starved magnus is MELTING 2. he is also making obscene noises and alec is going a lil crazy 3. its very soft and lovely for both of them tho

massages!!! i know you said shoulder and back and i'll get to that in a minute but i am once again talking about hand massages. especially if magnus is... not magically depleted but magically tired perhaps, has used a bit more than is comfortable and he's had a difficult day and he kind of flops down on the couch (ungracefully, grunting, the way he rarely ever allows himself and that alec feels so honored to be allowed to see) and moans a bit about how that annoying mundane Susan was a real pain in the ass today, and then alec just sits in front of him all "hmm", grabs his hands and starts massaging them <3

and magnus is taken aback for a second because really, alec continues to surprise him, but he's definitely not complaining and maybe he lets out a little moan when alec starts to work right on the dip where begins his thumb because GOD he needs to maintain such control of his hand position using magic and UGH is it sore. and alec just chuckles and continues his work all like "you can keep talking if you want" but magnus finds that he doesn't have a single fucking thing to complain about when alec is handling his hands so carefully

(and he can feel alec's vital force when alec holds his hands like this too, and he can tell alec's angelic magic is almost prodding, both out of habit because it's become something of their thing that they share a little bit of their strengths and let them mingle together when they are holding hands, and consciously because he knows magnus is tired. and magnus chuckles like "i'm not quite that tired, darling, just had a busy day. keep your strength for the demons" "hm, you know, i'm not quite that busy either" but magnus just smiles and shakes his head, fond)

and then eventually alec kisses his hands and puts them down slowly and then moves and magnus immediately goes into mourning but soon enough alec is working on his shoulders and magnus is surprised AGAIN. and alec kind of chuckles at his antics as he starts undoing the knots of tension between magnus' shoulderblades, and magnus melts like goddamn wax and soon he's lying face down with alec working on the whole of his back, very carefully, but also putting his entire fucking shadowhunter weight on magnus' back as he rolls his hands because damn magnus sure likes................. he.. he l...... he likes..... likes it..... he likes it ro

innuendos that magnus totally makes when he's done being completely braindead aside, it's really sweet and it's kind of a whole thing how he's not protecting him via violence or fighting, or using his hands to hurt, you know? just using all that strength and calloused hands to make magnus comfortable and make him feel good and yeah :)

besides magnus is always giving out massages even if only small ones so it's more than fair that he gets a real back or shoulder rub every now and then, and alec is more than happy to provide especially if it means he gets to sit on top of magnus' ass and hear his little sighs and moans of pleasure but that's not my business

#sh #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #dirty mention #ask #anonymous #q

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spacegaywritings · 3 years

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“Snuggles” - Part Three of “Little Tales” (an age regression series)

General Audience

Little Roman, Little Remus

Summary: Ree and Ro are cuddly when smol. When Ree comes in, teary and short of words, Ro knows it is cuddle time for not just him but his best little bean too. They snuggle up and babble about nice things. Ro colours and Ree just clings to him while holding a little goblin plushie.

Tags: age regression, little roman, little remus, plushie, snuggles, tears, soft, cuddles, post-split, darkness, mentions of Janus and Virgil, mentions of other sides, mentions of bad relationships to Virgil, rat mention, tall things, night time, absolutely adorable littles being together. Mentions of patton, mentions of dark/light side split, past warmth

Please be mindful to not tag/ add any ships or shipping content - this is age regression and there are no relationships of any kind happening. Please respect that.

Previous parts: 1 // 2 // ao3 1 // ao3 2 // ao3 overview // masterlist

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Story under the cut (Wordcount: 2k)

It was dark when Remus slipped out of his bed.

Everything was so tall, so big. The little gently clutched his blanket. It was thin, soft. His favourite blanket. It was light grey and had little rats on it. They had different colours and were special and precious to him.

He patted the fabric, as if to pat his favourite rat friends. They all had names, they all had a story and a place in his heart.

He drew the fabric closer around him. It provided little warmth but it was as good as it would get for now. The smell was rough and rubbed his nose.

It was still dark. There was not a single source of light in his room. His bed was too big, too spacious and far away from the door or the window.. Remus looked around, black wrapping around his tired eyes.

Darkness was scary... and he felt too small and tiny to deal with it. He was just tiny and wanted snuggled.

And his little Harry Snuffles was missing, too!

“Mean..”, he mumbled to himself.

Remus had his blanket wrapped around himself, a bit like a cape. He held onto the light fabric and slowly stepped out of his room. His mind was hazy and somewhat light. It was hard to think but he had to pay attention where he set his foot on. His room was a chaotic mess and if he stepped on legos, he would cry on the spot. With calculated steps, routine-led feet guided him from his bed to the big door where he slowly pulled the door open.

Just a small peek... only for a bit, he told himself.

The little slowly tapped forward, steps soft, silent. He could hear Virgil’s music buzzing in the background. The dim purple lights illuminated the space under his door. Remus wanted to go to him but the emo was so mean when he felt tiny... Memories of their interactions flooded his mind and pulled his lips down. A small layer of liquid covered his eyes and Remus shook his head.

No, he would not go.

His eyes wandered over to the other doors in the dark hallway but he shook his head at them as well. There was no way he could go there. Remus took his blanket and quickly moved down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and the other doors around him.

Soon, the lights and voices were gone. No other sides were behind him. Instead, he crossed the intersection of hallways and turned to move into the direction of the only room to bring him comfort during these trying times.

He waddled forward and as he did so, he approached the big gate before him. It was already impressively tall but the closer he got, the more the gate revealed of its gargantuan nature. It hovered above his metaphysical butt.

Hehe, butt.

Remus hugged his blanket closer. He shook his messy hair. It was brown but a funny skunk-like strand started appearing in it. Janus had said it was because he was so stinky.

The little was not a stinky but he liked the word. Stinky, stinky, stinky. Stinki mans! He was a stinki boi!!

He giggled.

His small noises filled the room as much as his heart. The darkness of the hallways seemed to let go off him and he slowly pushed at the door to gain entrance. The big emblem, a red shield, parted into two halves. Remus sneaked through the little space between the two doors and shut it completely behind him. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could but it still made a muffled sound when closing.

The heavy stone plates clacked together because Remus was not only a stinki mans, he was also a stronk boi! He moved things!!

Once inside and having sealed the entrance, the little relished in the small victory. He had gotten here all by himself like a really tol boi and he was not hurt and did not make anyone angry. Also also!! Nobody was disturbed by him taking a walk around. Everyone was still napping hard. Remus giggled to himself again.

Pride welled up inside of them and he carefully made his way forward, his grip on the blanket softer than before. It was a holding more than a gripping or even clutching. He loosely kept the blanket around him for the warmth and comfort.

It was only now that Remus took the time to look around and take in all in.

Compared to his dark, chaotic room, this one welcomed him with open arms. There was a warmth in the caring hug whenever he set foot on the light side territory. Roman’s room was right at the edge of it.

The little followed the strings of fairy lights hanging from the sides of the room. It was the perfect system to lead him over to what and whom he was there for.

The sound of his steps were loyally muffled by the rugs underneath. They smelled clean and warm. Remus stood for a moment, simply curling and uncurling his toes. His feet shifted a bit and he walked on the spot, just rubbing his feet into the soft little nubs underneath him.

The rug was red. Red like his former self had been, too.

Another layer of hot tears build up in his eyes and Remus sniffled silently, sinking into the rug. He had not even reached the bed he had came for. The little hugged his blanket, burying his head in it.

“Stinki..”, he mumbled into his fabric. It did not smell warm, it was rather harsh and lacked any kind of hugs.

He rubbed his nose into it and whined at the missing warmth in his heart.

“Ree....?”

A tiny voice arose from the dimly lit room. Shuffling and rustling happened. It came from the bed and Remus clenched his teeth together, his jaw somewhat hardening.

“U got my stuffy!”

He turned to Roro, tears in his eyes and blanket bundled up in his arms. In his sniffling frenzy, he had started pulling it together as if to make it into a companion for hugs, a companion for who was meant to be next to him.

He sniffed once more, a pouting look on his face as he turned to the sleepy Roro. He was in his room, so it was not a surprise to see him in here.

“Giv it back.”

Remus stepped closer, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. Roman shifted in bed and patted the space next to him.

“Ree...”

He whispered, the words almost lost between them. The distance separating them was spatially just about a foot but metaphorically marked by a whole border.

“Mn... Nu, I wan my lil fren back.. Wan my Snuffles back!”

Roman tilted his head and sobbed a bit.

“Awaw.. I - I wan my Ree back..”

The addressed little cried and climbed in, holding his blanket dear.

“Gimme Snuffles n I gib u cuddles.”

Roman looked at him, eyes innocent and face soft. He shrugged and done in to hug his Ree and hold him close.

“Snuffles..”

He pointed at his lap, softly pulling the blanket away. It was a warm white with golden symbols all over. The fabric seemed to be cotton. It felt cold but warm and questionably comfortable.

Ree saw his fren with his fren and slowly reached out for it. Instead of reaching for it, he took Roro’s hand and squeezed it.

“Fren.. Frens hug n snuggle for hapy feels!”

Happy tears rolled over his cheeks and Roro nodded, squeezing his hand back. He shifted closer to his Ree and hugged him closer. He inhaled the harsher smells he had missed, he bathed himself in the lovely chaos and the comfort of unlimited creative frenzy.

They hugged, feeling whole at once.

Ro nudged the other and patted the space next to him. Ree took the hint and they laid down together. The light side nudged the stuffie over and pouted a bit. Ree felt his little stinki toi return and he held Harry Snuffles close. It was a green cyclops with a big big club in his hand.

The plushie was returned to his arms and Ree gently cradled him close. He sniffled, hugging his plushie against his face to dry his tears. Ro drew blankets around them and curled up with Ree. They had a next of warm and cuddly blankets. His bed had veils covering him from the world. The perfect addition when he got smol and wanted to hide and snuggle a bit.

He conjured up another blankie and used it mark the sides of his bed with more warmth and comfort.

Ree looked up at him, a soft smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Roro, holding him close. Harry Snuffles was between them and rested in their shared embrace. The littles looked at one another after a while and giggled a bit.

“Share!”, Ree demanded and Roro happily giggled, excited squeaks coming from his side.

Roro shook his light head and patted his equal ever so gently.

“We share? Share share!!”

Another bout of energy hit him and the light side bounced on his shared bed. It was so big, but with Ree in it, it was just big enough for the two! Ro moved and grabbed his white blanket. It was big but soon covered their legs, then their upper bodies and even the pretty cyclops between their chests.

“Shar’n s.. s gud.. s car’n”, Roro philosophised.

Ree nodded sagely and snuggled up under the blanket until his face could barely be seen. His eyes and the light strand peeked out from under the white fabric but other than that, he was covered up. Roro pulled a set of pillows close and giggled as he patted one of them.

“Wawamewons!”

Ree looked at it and curled up, poking it a bit.

“Hihi.. wawawemons”, Ree chuckled under his breath. Ro’s voice dissolved into another set of giggles and he carefully drew Ree closer.

“Siwwy!”

Ree giggled, nodding.

Little tears built up at the corner of his eyes and he grinned at his Roro, enjoying the fruits all over the pillow. Ree curiously tugged it closer until it was between them. His hands moved to place the cyclop’s head on the pillow as if Harry Snuffles was to sleep.

“Hawwy gets scawwy! Needs lotsa lotsa snugs!”

DEmonstratively, he placed his arms around the stuffie and Roro did as told, holding Ree and the pillow-Snuffles combination.

“We.. we snug.. n .. n we hug”, he mumbled, speech slurred.

To enforce his point, Ro nodded weakly. It was barely visible and Ree felt the same. His body felt heavy with the warm and heavy blankie on them. Roro holding him was nice and the smell made his eyes flutter shut and then make them too heavy to stay open!

He blabbered a bit.

“Mwen, mwean,, eys... he-heb,,hebby,,-”

His speech was just as unclear as Roro’s but that was because the little was fighting every bit of sleepy whims. His eye lids shot up for a moment but immediately fell back to sleep and when he tried to kick his legs to annoy the other or move the blankie, his limbs were too heavy to be moved.

He fought his eyes open one more time, catching a last glimpse of Roro holding him close and the watermelon pillow between them where Mister Snuffles was located on.

Before him was the comfort and the warmth he missed ever since the split.

“Mw..k..kin..”, he started but he fell asleep before he could say any more. His hands were around Roro and another one rested on Snuffle’s upper arm.

His mind was foggy, thoughts lame as the overwhelming tiredness lulled him back to sleep with tempting dreams and memories of being whole.

He sighed in his sleep, sleepy head letting go off his grip on the reality that was the mindscape.

In a few hours, he could wake up again and be the stinki mans Janus saw in him.. but until then, he would be with Roro and snuggle and feel loved like when Patton used to when he made him his rat blankie.

He sniffled.

It was good to be back.

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