#much better than the stress ones i keep having where my teeth fall out when I sneeze ;(((

[pancakehouse]

omg !!! just woke up from the cutest dream ever and you all were there 🤭 like we were going to the euro christmas markets together and all getting ready doing our hair and skincare and asking what everyone was wearing it was SO cute!! !!

#it was so wholesome actually wow #ppl were discussing books and art and someone was trying to explain the origins of the infamous pynch hand kink ive heard so much about! #we didn’t get v far as my subsconxious only knows so much from dash scrolling #this is perhaps my sign im ready to give trc another try. was not obsessed w it in my youth but . well. i have evolved since then so #just makes me groan that it’s virginia private school boys like i have def hooked up w them all #in my time. esp the republican boat shoes one and weird pretty farmer vibe one that’s literally the only 2 types of boy virginia produces #ok sorry off topic my eyes are so blurry cannot read what im typing but you guys were all there !!!!!! it was so much fun how SWEET!!! #much better than the stress ones i keep having where my teeth fall out when I sneeze ;(((

[ggyuha]

done talking / leon

[ summary ] : your boyfriend is always tired & stressed so frankly, a vacation isn’t too much to ask for, right? what happens though when he refuses? ( wc is 2.1k )

[ c/w ] : angry sex mostly, degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is adult!), fingering, i suck with tags but that’s mostly it i think

[ note ] : hi, it’s my first official nsfw work so i know i still have ways to go before i can actually call this good but i’m sort of testing the waters, see how i would like it if i shared adult content as well hehe anyways, i hope you like it and notes & ideas are always appreciated <3

“you are so fucking unfair.”

tension hung tightly around the air, choking your love for leon out of you. but one gaze from him, holds you down—keeps you grasping at him like a lifeline.

where did that soft gaze go, though?

his eyes flickered with annoyance, burning sharp imprints on your skin. he heaved a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “we’ve talked about this,” he said in an exasperated tone.

you scoffed in response. “we?” your words were heavy, emphasising the emotion with each syllable. “leon, i never said yes to anything!” you stomped, turning your back on him as you paced angrily around the kitchen. you held your head low with one hand, the other on your hip.

he watched you with a tired look on his face, his forehead creased and eyebrows furrowed. a frown tugged at his thin lips. “okay, even if we didn’t—what are you even gonna do about it?”

you looked back at him in disbelief, eyes wide with anger, lips pursed in annoyance.

it wasn’t as if you were asking for the impossible. is a trip together too much? after all, you’ve been seeing each other for 8 months but not once, never has he taken you out for a vacation. and you don’t see the problem with taking one either, with him always looking so drained, so out of it, so stressed.

but of course, who’s leon without his stubbornness? government this, people that—it’s like he’s nothing but the embodiment of saviour complex.

“leon, i can’t do anything about it but you do. we know damn well you always find a way…” you trailed off, trying to hold back hurtful words. they slip past your lips regardless, your anger seeping out no matter how much you hold back.

“… when you want it, at least.”

he looked up at you with wide eyes, a defensive look on his face as if you just accused him of a crime. “don’t you dare play that card,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

he slammed his hands on the table, pushing the chair back so hard when he stood up, it screeched against the floor before falling backwards.

he walked towards you with angry steps, gripping the edge of your shoulders with a firm hold. “i want to be with you, i do but lives depend on this, you know that. a few moments of leisure and i’m putting others at risk. don’t you get what i’m trying to say?” he was staring at you intensely, his whole face clenched tightly as if that would hold him back from showing his true colours, his trembling anger—you knew better than that.

because it was his hands that conveyed his frustration. you didn’t like the way they seized your flesh so you wriggled, trying to break free but his grasp on you was firm.

“let go of me.” his eyes blinked, a sudden realisation washing over him. his grip loosened but he didn’t let you go just yet.

he called your name sternly, “i can’t take a vacation right now. this mission is very important to lots of people, to me. but after this…” he sighed deeply, closing his eyes briefly before gazing down at his feet.

“what? you can’t finish your words, can you?” you taunted with a pained expression, “because you know it won’t end. after this, after that! no, leon, lives will always be at risk. just admit that you have a saviour complex!”

you pushed his chest with force. he stumbled back, freeing you from his grasp.

you grabbed your bag on the kitchen chair and acted as if to walk away. “oh no, you don’t,” he grunted lowly, grabbing you by the elbow before he pinned your back against the nearest wall. you felt shock shoot through your nerves, from the spine to the back of your head.

he snatched your bag from your hand, throwing it angrily somewhere—but you heard a glass shatter—then he pinned your wrists beside you.

“don’t walk away. we’re not done yet.” he inched his face closer, baring his teeth while his eyes devoured you whole with the intense fury he felt.

“how come only you get to decide things? i’m here too, you know,” you murmured weakly, the argument taking its toll on you. “but you’re not…”

the silence hung heavy in the air, the tension crackling as a grumble resonated deep in his throat. “please don’t question my love for you,” he murmured, pinning you harder against the wall as he rested his forehead on yours.

you looked up at him and furrowed your brows. “it’s hard not to,” you whispered sternly.

before you know it, his mouth is already forcibly crashing against yours, his teeth nibbling on your lip to make you gasp and when you did, he pushed his tongue in you, exploring your mouth without restraint.

“leon—“ you tried to gasp in between the heated kiss. his hands slipped under your shirt, kneading the flesh of your hips firmly as he kissed you with so much fervour, strings of saliva dripped down both of your chin, connecting your mouths.

the discomfort creeped in when he inched his hands upwards, palming your breasts through your bra. your nerves got prickly. “leon, stop,” you grunted, clawing at his arm. his touch didn’t bring you comfort as it did before, instead the throb clashed with pleasure—the pain dominating, mostly.

leon didn’t listen, bringing his hands to undo your shirt impatiently, sucking on the skin of your neck meanwhile. he used his teeth to nibble on the sensitive spot, his tongue swirling around his love bites.

you exhaled shakily, your will crumbling down as the pleasure started to sink in and register, albeit with the lingering painful sensation.

“don’t you ever say to my face that i don’t love you,” he stated with an ardent tone, his voice low and deep.

he lifted you into his arms, pressing apologetic kisses on your cheek as he carried you into his room, gently placing you on the mattress.

he pried your legs open with one hand to make room for him. he bent forward and kissed you on the lips, his hands sliding your shirt off your shoulders. he didn’t waste time and unclasped your bra as well, palming your breasts while he pinched your perky nipples between his fingers.

“this isn’t really the time… we’re not done yet talking,” you groaned and tipped your head back against the pillow. you held onto his shoulder, your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder as your legs quivered.

leon looked down at you sharply. “we’re done with words, princess,” he spat firmly, “we’re too mad to talk, aren’t we? it’s time to get to actions.”

“you think it’s unfair, huh? i do too, believe me if it were up to me, i’d choose you again and again over my job because truthfully, you weigh more to me than anything.”

his words blurred as he unbuttoned your jeans and palmed your pussy through your panties. feeling the damped spot, he slipped a thick finger past its waistband, the calloused tip of his finger ghosting over your clit to tease you. you whimpered at the sensation that crawled into your body. you gripped his biceps more tightly, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

“i know i don’t deserve you but i try so fucking hard to be that one guy that’s perfect for you but god fucking damn it.”

he slowly pushed two digits past your wet folds, making you gasp. his fingers were long and thick and every time he thrusted them in and out, he’d curl the tip to press against your soft spots

he kept murmuring to you and every word that he uttered was heavy and thick with emotion but it wasn’t your fault that with every emphasis he made, he pumped his digits into you more roughly. he must’ve said something else, something about his job.

but you were feeling lightheaded.

the next thing you knew, he had already pulled your pants down along with your underwear and he’s unbuckling his pants before climbing on top of you again.

“i’ll fuck some senses into you, you whore. so fuckin’ desperate for some lovin’, y’say?”

“leon, slow—“ he pressed the tip of his cock against your slit, the sheer pressure and size sending your shiver. he’s too big, you thought, if he keeps being rough…

“fuuuuck…” you exhaled loudly with the sudden penetration, your walls painfully stretching to accommodate his size. you clawed at his back and closed your eyes, trying to divert your attention somewhere else other than the throb and sting you’re feeling down there.

he began thrusting, his hands hooked under your knees to lift them higher until they were levelled with your ears. he keeps pumping his cock in and out deeply and slowly, drawing the pleasure out of you before he’s back right in, balls deep, his hips rolling with delicious precision.

he began to pick up pace when he managed to bottoms out in you, his thick length filling you in so well that you could feel his tip slapping against your cervix.

you moaned out his name as he fucked you dumb. you couldn’t think of anything else at this point, only the sheer, raw passion he’s giving you as he kept thrusting.

“leon, leon…” you whimpered desperately. his hand left your leg to rub circles on your throbbing nub, stimulating you further. your nerves suddenly fired up, you felt tingly all over, your toes curling.

“i love you, angel,” he whispered into your ear. he easily flipped you on your stomach, lifting your ass up while your breasts and face pathetically lay flat on the mattress as he fucked you roughly from behind, groping your ass as he did so.

“fuck, so fucking tight. you like this spot, don’t you?”

your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, spittle dripping down your chin. “answer me, princess—or are you too dumb to understand?”

you must have let out a groan or a sound at the very least but you heard him smirk and he spanked your ass, the hot sting of his big palm making you flinch and shudder.

he kept pulling almost fully out before slamming his dick back in and he did it over and over again at a slightly cruel pace until you’re pressing your mouth against the mattress, strings of moans leaving your lips, a tight knot threatening to release in you.

“not yet,” he said, feeling the delicious contraction of your tight cunt. “you won’t until i do too, you understand?”

you nodded helplessly, curling your toes and gripping the bedsheets with your hands as you kept lifting your hips up while he fucked you roughly from behind, his tip painfully hitting your deepest spot making it almost impossible not to cum around his cock.

“fuck, so good—you want my cum, don’t you, pretty girl?” he cooed as he bent forward, his clothed chest pressed against your back, his lips ghosting over your ear to whisper filth.

“answer me.” his tone was firm and you knew his patience was running thin, he wanted to cum. you nodded and among the incoherent babbling, you managed to scream his name. “yes, yes, i want your cum, leon!”

he pressed a wet kiss on your shoulder and grunted. “that’s my girl.” with more sloppy thrusts, he spilled his release in you, ropes of cum painting your womb white, filling it up.

you moaned at the sensation and finally let your own inhibitions go. he rubbed your clit while he thrusted in and out slowly, your hips stuttered in rhythm to your own orgasmic high, spurts of juices squirting on the mattress.

leon pulled out with a pop and your pussy twitched and ached with the emptiness. he put two fingers in, scooping his dripping cum with the tip to push them back in you.

“leon,” you groaned and let your body fall on the mattress completely. his body spooned yours and you both laid there, falling asleep.

a few hours later, you awoke from the sound of a chiming phone. you realised it was leon’s. you slipped out of bed quietly and took his phone out of his pants on the floor then opened the messages.

you smiled and slipped back into bed, wrapping your arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. he grunted but his eyes remained closed, regardless he looked peaceful.

he skipped work after all. maybe you need to thank him properly later.

#ggyuha 🍓 #leon kennedy #leon smut #leon x reader #resident evil leon #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Way or Another

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Your last exam is over and you feel a sense of freedom lurking ahead. You can't be certain until you get your grades but with all your effort, you can't imagine you'll fall short. Now you have the whole holiday to recover. Well, you only hope it's refreshing.

Your dorm feels eerily empty so you happily hop at Jensen’s text. He still has a few roommates hanging around so you suggest he comes over. You tidy frantically, trying to hide the remnants of your studious sloth.

When he gets there, you have Netflix mindlessly playing. There's a giddiness to meeting without the lurking stress of classes or exams. No worries, just each other.

You sit on your desk chair as he admires the amiibo collection on your shelf. He sucks his teeth and turns to you with a suspicious leer.

"You didn't tell me had the special edition Link with his mastersword…" he drawls accusatorily.

"Oh, did you ask?" You stick your tongue out.

He rolls his eyes and spins, sitting heavily on your coverlet, the pattern of blue flowers on white, adding an extra dainty effect to your room, a stark contrast to his nerd cave.

"So…" he wiggles his eyebrows as he rubs the bedspread beside him.

"So," you put on a sultry tone and grin, "I thought we could do something special," you stand as seductively as you know how. It feels more awkward than sexy. "A very, very special and intimate thing…"

His eyes round as you come close and put your hands on his shoulders. You feel him tense and flex as you climb onto his lap. You straddle him and run your thumbs along his sideburns. You pull him into a kiss, slipping a taste of your tongue before you part and flutter your lashes.

"Grocery shopping!" You chime and he croaks, stifling a whimper.

"Grocery shopping?" He gulps.

"Uh huh! We can go amd pick out everything we need for or little holiday dinner and then we can come back a play some Mariokart. You said you'd bring your switch right?"

"Mariokart…" he chokes out, shifting under you, hands tentative on your hips.

"And maybe some snuggles," you giggle and lean in, kissing him deeper.

His hand shoot up your back, latching onto your neck as he keeps you from escaping again. He falls back with you but cries out as his teeth sink into your lip. You rip away from him as he touches the back of his skull where he knocked it off the wall.

You dab your lip and laugh, it's painfully fun.

"Hope you don't mind closer quarters," you tease as he pushes himself up.

"With you… the better? Is the shower big?" He winks.

"Alright, alright," you pat his chest and climb off him as you blush, "one thing at a time, let's make a list…"

"Can't we do this tomorrow?"

"The longer we wait, the busier it'll be. And besides, once we're back, I don't wanna go anywhere," you turn back and send him a look, "just you and me  Jen. I wanna enjoy every second."

He huffs and clears his throat, shimmying closer to the edge. He tugs at the top of his jeans and you snatch up your phone as he adjusts his perch on the bed. Maybe it is a bit cruel but you can't help but feel flattered by his squirming. 

📚

Your cart isn’t full. You don’t have much of a budget to stretch and a very economical list. Boxed stuff and turkey legs instead of the full to-do, some veggies you can manage to cook in your measly collection of pots, some cranberry sauce all for you since Jensen doesn’t enjoy it, and some buns.

“Just need to find the perfect pie,” Jensen says as he leans on the handle of the cart, “cherry?”

“Uh, pumpkin, duh.”

“Pumpkin, really?” He scowls.

“Hey, are you gonna shoot down all my suggestions?”

“Who says we can’t compromise… apple?”

“Fine, apple– oh, I forgot some more tea. I’m out of bags. Why don’t you go get in line and I’ll run to get that.”

“I don’t mind, you know I’ll follow you wherever,” he smirks crookedly.

“As cute as you are, I don’t want the checkout to get any more hectic,” you glance over at the dozen lanes open and binging.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You can survive without me,” you squeeze his arm, pausing to feel his thick bicep. Oh.

“Went up a weight set,” he gloats as he stands straight and bends his arm to emphasize his muscle, “I’ll let you have a closer look later.”

“Please, tone it down,” you shake your head.

“Says the one feeling me up in the pastry section,” he tuts, “I’ll go and brave the hordes.”

“Right,” you scoff and leave him.

As you turn, you nearly run into another shopper. The place is buzzing with the pre-holiday crowds. You dodge and sneak between two tables of discount sugar cookies.

You head along the dairy section, the refrigeration chilling you through your unzipped jacket, and you weave between carts and bodies. You dip down the coffee section and wait for a couple to move out of the way of the tea. You toe in and peruse the labels, looking for your exact brand and leaf.

You find the tag but the spot is empty. Of course! It’s always gone. You frown and search for an alternative. At the very top shelf, you see the reserves. You peak the purple label of your tea. You just need to reach it.

You stand on your toes and stretch out, leaning to grasp for air. Another hand swoops up and grabs the box with ease. You wince and put your feet flat, glancing over at the helpful stranger as he holds out the tea.

“Thanks, I–”

The box moves out of your reach as you come face to face with Professor Rogers. You take a step back, hitting someone else, only to inch back towards the last person you expected or wanted to see. You almost pout as he gives a thought look to the tea.

“Huh, English Breakfast, I would’ve guessed Earl Grey,” he remarks as his blue eyes flick up.

“Professor,” you utter.

“Got a big dinner planned?” He asks, his tone gristly as his glare bores into you.

“Not really,” you lie and turn back to the shelf, “uh, sorry, I thought… I was just grabbing this.”

You grab the yellow box of cheap orange pekoe but before you can flee, he grips your arm, holding you in place as he leans in. You shudder as his breath fans over you as he bends to nuzzle your hair.

“I know you’re with him. Playing fucking house. Enjoy the game while it lasts,” he growls, “cause I’m not playing any more.”

He lets you go as you tear away from him and you nearly topple over. You sputter and look around for some help. Everyone else is too entranced by their own lists and hunts for the next item.

“Get away,” you hiss.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mutters under his breath as he drops the box in his basket, “you’re not worth that much trouble. But one day you’ll be alone. Or you’ll think are…” 

He slowly pivots and puffs out his chest. He lets out a snicker and you see the flicker in his face, like a shadow passing over. It flies away and he reaches past an older woman to grab the bag of sugar she’s straining for.

“Allow me, miss,” he says to her adoring gaze.

You don’t stick around to see the performance. You know what Professor Rogers is and you know that now that he’s shown you, there’s nothing holding him back.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #professor!steve #college au #one #captain america #avengers #mcu #marvel

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @kertneyk for this absolutely fabulous commission!! @aka-indulgence's rattlesnake bounty hunter Sans is one of my favourite characters. He's a fiend- but he's also a delight to write~

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Sweeping and cleaning the saloon took a lot less time than you expected. You supposed that the first winter frost had done you a favour, freezing the ground so well- there was less mud and dust coating the floor because less was being kicked up. Everyone had been much less rowdy tonight, far too tired from trying to stave off the cold; most folks just wanted a warm seat and a beer. 

Your pa gave you a pat on the shoulder, and took over for you for the night. In the winter, he liked to keep the saloon open all night; he said that when he was young, few things had been more comforting to him than the lights of an open tavern after a long hard winter workday. There was also the unspoken fact that both of you knew a few of the men curled up in their seats weren’t just passed out from drunkenness... many didn’t have enough money for a bed. They had the coin for cheap drinks, and little else. The saloon was the only place they could stay the night where they knew they wouldn’t be cold.

You wrapped your shawl around your shoulders, making sure to close the door quickly behind you. No need to worry about the locks tonight- also no need to worry about walking home. You quickly made your way back toward the house, the full moon showing you your way, cold but bright.

... But you didn’t go through your front door. You went around the back. Light trickled out from under the guest room door, it was no doubt lovely and warm in there.

... Were you happy Goldenfang was lodging with you, taking up your guest room? No, damn him, you weren’t. The scoundrel made your life hard enough, and now he was constantly within shouting distance of you. But he’d been in your little, middle-of-nowhere town for months now, refusing to leave, and him staying with you was the better alternative because you were sure the poor old innkeeper would’ve dropped dead from stress if Goldenfang spent another night in his establishment. Sans was all too keen to take up residence with you instead, when you offered. 

True to his name, he seemed to have a never ending hole of money that he’d been using to rent the space out. Hunting outlaws was nothing if not lucrative, and although he was a menace, he certainly had the coin to make it worthwhile. The money was helpful- stars know money was hard to come by, this close to nowhere. 

Unfortunately though, his proximity had made you grow to... TOLERATE his company. You’d never admit it to him, his already-sizeable ego would grow so big it’d make his head fall right off his broad shoulders.

You knocked, gently. “... Sans? It’s me.”

You knew he’d heard you, because there was a gentle rattling sound behind the door that quickly subsided again. You had to grit your teeth together to stop yourself from feeling a little swell of softness in your chest. Sans’ tail only rattled when he was angry, or excited, and sometimes when he saw you for the first time in a while he’d rattle like he couldn’t help himself. Your pa said it was like a dog’s tail wagging at the sight of its master.

... Again, were it anyone else, it would’ve been sweet. But because it was him you refused to acknowledge it.

“Y’know, bargirl, I saw Goldenfang in town a year back when he caught Sammy Sparrow and bought him in. I ain’t never seen him let someone talk to him the way you talk to him. Yer aware that if anyone else spoke to him like that, they’d be a stain on the floor, right?”

He was an incorrigible flirt and a big, shit-faced bully. You wouldn’t let yourself be swayed into feeling anything soft for a violent gunslinger.

... Sans opened the door. 

It always caught you off guard, how massive he was. Barrel chested and built like an ox. His frame filled most of the doorway, blocking out the light; the moon brightened his silhouette significantly, glancing off his golden tooth, but your gaze was always drawn up to his red hot eyelights. So small, yet so red, the colour piercing through any gloom no matter how thick.

... He looked tired, though. His sockets were sloped and shadowed, he was missing his signature hat and jacket, only wearing an old button up linen shirt. When he looked down and saw you, his face brightened a bit, huge crimson tail shifting out of sight in excitement.

“awwh.” He got some of his signature sharp grin back. But his voice was gruff, husky, like he’d just woken up, and he had pronounced eye bags. “ya came to check up on me? i’m flattered. you missin’ me, pretty thing?”

You wouldn’t admit he was right. You had been worried. Sans never missed a day when you were at the saloon, if he was kicked out (usually after several strikes from your broom) he’d just wait outside the bar entrance for you to finish, a cigarette between his teeth.

... You folded your arms, glaring up at him, totally unimpressed.

His sockets lidded. Another tiny rattle, that died out again. He was feeling pretty rattly tonight. “i love it when ya look at me like that, doll.”

“Like I wanna cut you tail to snout, and make somethin useful outta your skin, like a bedroll or a cute purse?”

“damn right i’d make a cute purse.” He drawled. You weren’t expecting that to come out of his mouth; you weren’t fast enough to disguise your smile. He noticed, the smug fuck. You quickly covered it up with a nose-wrinkled sneer.

“Whatever.” You moved forward, ready to walk into his room to talk.

... He leaned to the side, putting his arm up on the door frame. Body blocking you.

“u-uh... heheh...” He was trying to look casual. “you can’t...”

...

The glare you shot him must’ve been something else, because he visibly shrank back. Like hell you were gonna let him tell you what to do. 

“You got a woman in there with you?”

He blinked, then quickly got indignant, brows creasing; “what? no. what do you take me for, darlin’? you really think i’d skip out of spendin’ time with you to fool around with some other dame?”

You paid him no mind, easily ducking under his arm and coming out of the cold. To be fair, he was being honest, there was no one else in there... but the room looked a mess, the bed was just a big collection of blankets and-

- the door closed behind you. You felt something big push against your chest, and suddenly you were up against the wall, pinned like a butterfly in a frame. You let out a quick, shallow gasp; it was his hand. Sans was holding you against the wall with just his palm, sharp phalanges splayed to stop the clawed ends from tearing your clothes.

“H-hey!” Your tiny hands came up to fight at his massive skeletal one. No luck; the fact that he clearly wasn’t expending much effort to keep you down was salt in the wound.

“doll.” He crooned. “i’m serious. now ain’t a good time.”

You were slightly concerned that the only emotion that rose to prominence was hot embarrassment at being so easily and effortlessly restrained. You weren’t afraid at all, despite being pinned against a wall while alone in a room with a violent bounty hunter who’d made his interest in you abundantly clear.

You looked up at him. You’d been alone with him enough, by this point. Sans was a devil of a snake... but one thing you knew for absolute certain about him, was that he’d never hurt you.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “... Okay. Alright. I’ll admit it.”

He paused.

“Sans... I’m worried.” Your voice was uncharacteristically gentle considering the history of your conversations with him. “What’s wrong with you?”

For once, he seemed off guard. His smile slipped. “... huh?”

“You’re acting off.” You tilted your head a little, imploring, softening despite his hand still squashing you against the wall. “You’ve always got a temper on you, but recently, it’s gotten outta hand. I mean... I had to kick you out because you shot that man in the arm for literally just touchin’ me. And when I came outta the saloon, you weren’t waitin’ in your spot. Is somethin’ wrong? Are you feelin okay?”

You still remembered the look on his face, when the drunk idiot had touched you. 

Under the shadows created by the brim of his hat, one crimson eyelight was visible, glaring out, burning a hole into the man. The rage in Sans’ stare burnt hotter and redder than the barrel of any fired gun. A constant, grating sound filled the saloon- the sound of his rattle, shaking quickly and furiously.

... Sans had been in a foul mood. Fouler than usual. It had been that way for several days- though his gentleness and playfulness with you hadn’t changed, something in the way he interacted with outlaws had been shifting. Darkening. His temper had thinned, he didn’t seem quite so boisterous or gleeful. He’d stopped taunting, and started just going for the kill. 

...

His eyelights darted away. It was strange, seeing such a massive and feared man seem... well. Nervous. You had to remind yourself every now and then that this was Goldenfang, the legendary bounty hunter.

His voice was low, a cautious thrum. “... you can’t say nothin’ to nobody.”

“Course.”

...

“... have ya heard of ‘wintering’?”

Your brow creased. He took that as a no.

“it’s somethin’ us naga do when it gets cold.” He took his hand off your chest, but one phalange kept absentmindedly playing with the neck of your shawl. “leftover instincts, from back when we were wild. winter’s a dangerous time fer snakes so our heads go a bit loony.”

“Loony? What happens?” His tail brushed up against the back of your legs, you were used to him doing that, he had a thing for surrounding you with his body. 

“we get tired, mostly.” That explained why he looked so sleepy. “end up sleepin a bunch more, our bodies wanna hibernate. but we also get angrier, an’ scarier, since only the strong would survive the cold. we’re more defensive of what we think is ours.”

Your eyes narrowed. “... So you think I’m yours?”

He grinned, warmly, the expression making your heart flutter without your consent. Carmine dusted his cheekbones and he removed his hand. “well. i certainly like thinkin’ about it that way, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, but less out of genuine upset, and more just playfully. More of his tail wound around you.

“i thought i’d just... stay here and sleep, ‘stead of followin’ you to the saloon.” He said, gaze resting on your neck. “my mood’s been gettin’ worse.”

“Keepin’ out of trouble? Ain’t like you at all.”

Sans chuckled.

...

“... i don’t regret shootin’ that rat fer touchin’ you.” He said, simply. His eyelights hardened, for a moment, a glimpse of the monster everyone feared. But they softened again before they returned to your face. “... but i don’t like scarin’ you. i’m just gonna get more an’ more possessive an cranky. better i’m cranky in here, without a gun in my hand, huh?”

...

What was going on? He was so different. He was usually so much more... lecherous. So much more Goldenfang. Is this what wintering did? You’d already warmed up to this brute much more than you’d ever admit, and you’d warmed up to his worst side. Right now, there was something so oddly sweet about him. Maybe it was the tiredness, making him soft, or maybe you were just more attached to Sans than you were ready to admit.

“... How’re you feeling?”

“i wanna nap.” He made a face, tone suddenly grouchy. “an’ i got a headache like a cow hoofed me in the skull.”

That made you giggle a bit. He was delighted to get that reaction. He only usually got a laugh that open when he’d coaxed you into sharing some drinks with him.

“... Well.” You righted your shawl. “Thank you for telling me why you’re actin’ so weird. I should head to my room, if you wanna sleep.”

...

“hey, doll.” More of his tail started sliding around you. Your lower legs were now completely covered. “i... do you think you...”

...

“You ain’t subtle.” You teased. “You want me to stay?”

“my head’s all over the place right now. it’s real cold, i hate bein’ cold. i can feel it in my bones. it’d... be real nice, havin’ somebody warm nearby.”

...

... If you went to your room, you’d have to start up the fire. You’d be cold for quite a while until the wood caught, and you’d be even colder as you waited for the heat to actually fill the room. It was nice and warm in Sans’ room already, he’d clearly had the fire going for a while... and even though you were used to it, you didn’t like sleeping alone. 

... Also, you felt bad about leaving him on his own, when he was like this. It felt like caring for him when he was drunk- it was okay to be softer than usual, because he wasn’t in the right mind. He couldn’t help it if he was wintering.

...

“... Sure, alright. I can stay. But no funny st-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence, Sans’ tail suddenly squeezed you in excitement, lifting you clean off the floor; you had time to let out a surprised yelp, but not enough time to process Sans scooping you into his giant arms. The air was immediately filled with the sound of his tail rattling. He wasted no time in carrying you over to the mess of blankets and pillows he had turned his bed into- he all but crashed into the mattress, drawing you up and into his chest, his massive tail looping over you like a heavy scaly blanket.

He pressed his face into your hair, giving you one more squeeze before easing- he had a huge grin on his face, jagged teeth pulled into an almost goofy smile, and he was making a delighted hissing sound you’d never heard him make before.

“... Damn.” You said, looking up at him, slightly breathless from surprise. “You’re secretly a total softie, ain’tcha?”

His breath ruffled your hair, he looked faux-offended. “secretly? i got no secrets from you, doll.”

You were surprisingly comfy in his arms, despite how his size completely swamped yours. “I’m gonna tell everyone that Goldenfang is real cuddly when it gets cold.”

He let out a low, drawling laugh. You could feel it through his ribcage.

“c’mon darlin. i got a reputation to uphold.”

... You didn’t expect the sound of his rattling tail to be so soothing.

#commissions #a big ol' snek wants some big ol' cuddles

[khoipyan]

stroke of luck, meow.

after an accident in the science lab, you’re suddenly stuck in the body of a tiny kitten for who knows how long? fortunately for you, crewel decided that turning into a tiny cat was punishment enough… BUT, you were handed over to the tweels.

characters; floyd leech, jade leech

warnings; no major ones, you’re turned into a tiny kitty for the duration of this, can be seen as romantic or platonic, gn!reader

notes; oh my god i love cats cats are so fluffy mwhahagdhwyw tiny silly silly

floyd leech

how entertaining! such a sweet, tiny kitty like you in the arms of a 6’3 chaotic leech twin. what could absolutely go wrong?

floyd keeps forgetting that you’re an absolutely tiny cat scouring around the floors mostro lounge, definitely. where did shrimpy go? oh, he toootally forgot you’re that tiny cat on one of the tables. sorry!

you're so tiny, so small and so cute, but also very fragile and... vulnerable. hey, why are you looking at him like that? hey, don't run away! a tiny kitty like you isn't very fast compared to regular him anyways.

he adores chasing you around mostro lounge, especially when the lounge itself is open and running. he sees it as a fun little game... of tag, or hide and seek! but why is he always it? because he likes chasing you.

in one of his bad moods, he'll allow you to loaf sit on his lap (or just a leg, since you're small, you know?) as he's just lying around. to relieve his stress, he likes patting your fluffy coat of fur. who doesn't cheer up when petting a cat?

by the time you're back to a regular person, floyd is disappointed that you aren't as small as he remembered. but at the same time, he's glad that you're back!

now let him give ya a squeeze.

jade leech

the more responsible one of the two, of course!

floyd often forgets to feed you, and you're left meowing beside the food bowls that they had put out for you. but jade is such an angel, isn't he? he even makes sure to occassionally treat you with lactose-free milk in your water bowl.

(most if not all cats are 'lactose-intolerant' because they lack the enzyme lactase)

he had to resist for a bit, but the temptation was too much. jade might have never gotten the opportunity for this again! he'll carry you on his shoulder while taking orders. hang on tight, or else you'll fall!

it might not look like it, but jade enjoys bathing you more than anything (especially in the sinks of mostro lounge, he thinks it's funny). you're so tiny in his hands as you're being crowded and swarmed with bubbles, it's almost laughable in a good way.

and he loves the way your fur fluffs up after tending to it with a hairdryer. where did he even get that from, why did he have it with him in the first place?

jade spoils you too much throughout the time you're a kitten, but why? well, you certainly find out that it was just a short break for you and him before he starts teasing you.

jade's smile shows off all of his sharp teeth, "so what were the events that led up to--"

"none of your business! little accident, big deal!"

"but i took much care and even pampered you, wouldn't you care to enlighten me even just a little bit?" he sheds a fake and non-existant tear. it's back to the usual, it seems.

however, i think he enjoys it better this way.

— due to be edited at anytime —

#writing!🍤 #got a bit too carried away w jade #oops #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade #jade leech #floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd x reader #jade x reader #jade x you #jade leech x you #floyd leech x you #floyd x you #floyd leech x y/n #jade leech x y/n #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech x yuu #jade leech x yuu #scrib.bles🫧

[scorpioracha]

Dating Felix

Hey guys! This one ended up being longer and a bit less lighthearted than my bang Chan one. I hope you guys still enjoy and leave a comment or reblog! I’m so grateful for the love my Bang Chan one received and my heart is full ♡

Felix 필릭스

-Felix is definitely a sweetheart in love, your situation was a love at first sight kind of thing. He’s a big believer in vibes and initial feelings so this boy trusts his gut. From the moment you first met he thought you were a person he could fall in love with, and he was right. Speaking to you was easy, hanging out was easy so falling in love with you was easy as well. He’s the type to give so much of himself and get so little in return, but meeting you changed that.

-every little piece of himself he offered to you, you matched that in earnest. He didn’t have to worry about spilling too much too soon and having that used against him—you never even gave him the chance to worry in the first place. Loving Felix was easy and being loved by him in return was nothing short of beautiful.

-the early part of your relationship was honestly just spent sitting and talking. Whatever activity you two had planned usually fell into the background in favor of deep conversations from anything about your goals, your fears, the world, etc. I can not stress how easy communication is with him. Not to say that you never bump heads, but you guys don’t argue, you talk. This relationship is definitely a safe space for differing opinions,annoyances,insecurities, etc. Because as long as you talk about it, you will be okay.

-And although you guys are chatty, Felix is our little loverboy. He is definitely going to take you on some fun dates. He is definitely going to pull out all the stops for you.

-your first official date was a picnic in a garden and he came ready to impress. Cute little wicker basket, picnic blankets, pillows, cutlery, doilies made of ribbon and lace. He wanted only the best for you. The weather was beautiful—he had double checked the night before—and you guys were there during a lull in the day so not many people out and about. You guys sat and ate and talked for hours, loud laughter turning into hushed whispers as the sky faded into sunset. He brought you home that night and kissed your forehead as a goodnight.

-Even though the communication was amazing he really didn’t know where the boundaries were physically. Usually with his bandmates he has no problem stretching himself across someone’s lap or blatantly just asking for attention, but he was still holding back around you. His hand would jerk wanting to hold yours or he’d space out in conversations thinking about how your lips felt against his.

-You were the one who initiated the first kiss. With a soft “can I?” you leaned in and you could just feel his body melting against yours like a dam bursting. You had no idea how long he’d been holding back on touching you simply because he didn’t want to ruin things. He knocked his forehead against yours in pure excitement and couldn’t keep the kiss for long since he was grinning teeth and all. Touches were still hesitant from that moment on but he was getting better at initiating.

-Felix is possessive in love—I know this sounds bad but hear me out. This man cherishes you deeply, you’re high on the list of his favorite people. He isn’t the type to shelter or be overbearing, he doesn’t even border on jealous really all that often.

-If he loves someone he is possessive over them, period point blank. This extends to family, friends, lovers, etc because if he’s going to love you he’s going to do so fully and our boy feels every emotion so deeply. He’s not going to let this suffocate you though, because first and foremost you are your own person and he respects that fully, encourages you to do things on your own and be apart from each other.

-but it is the little things when this possessiveness creeps in. You’re his baby, his darling, his love and honestly his heart flutters and his cheeks scorch when you use the same language to him. He doesn’t want it to be domineering and one way, he wants to belong to you just as much as you belong to him.

-A better way to describe this was reverence, he simply adores you.

NSFW

-I would be bold face lying if I said sex with Felix was anything short of intense. It can be daunting to have his full attention on you—this boy gets tunnel vision the minute you get naked—but fucking with Felix feels like worship. He can be overstimulating himself without even trying to be, since he’s giving you his full attention he wants yours on him in return.

-He’s big on eye contact, he wants to see you, really see you. He wants to know what makes you tick, what makes you gasp, what drives you absolutely insane. This is a test and he’s going to ace it.

-This first few times you two fuck feels like a storm. His eyes locked on yours, the room dim and nothing but the sound of your breathing and skin on skin.

-The best way to describe him would be frenzied, he wants to touch you everywhere, see everything and ends up overwhelmed rolling his hips into you with tears in his eyes. You feel so good around him and you sound so pretty that his brain kind of short circuits and the only thing he can think about is making you cum as hard as he can.

-but as well know, Felix is a man of duality. Once the newness of the relationship wears off, it leaves something softer in its place, something more comfortable.

-Felix is a giver, but he’s also a taker. His wants vary by the day or even sometimes by the hour.

-In the morning you’ll have him on his back, arms above his head begging to cum for you and by afternoon you’re being bent over the countertop, cheek pressed against the cool surface and being told to take it like a good little slut.

-He’s one our true switches with no lean. As long as you’re both feeling good, he doesn’t really care if he’s domming or subbing. It’s usually a good system for the both of you, no structured scenes and honestly just going by the vibes of the day. He does what he feels like. But sometimes you butt heads and you butt heads hard. Both of you feeling submissive is never really a problem.

-It’s when you both feel like domming. Moments like this are very much ‘may the best dom win’. This has led to many nights of mutual aftercare, cleaning scratches, applying ointment and cuddly baths together debriefing what you guys liked and what you didn’t.

-when you’re both feeling subby the room is filled with whimpers, wet kisses and soft pleas of wanting to cum and begging each other as you rut against each other’s thighs Felix is a crier and a hair puller

-Felix also gives experimentalist vibes so if something sounds interesting, he wants to try it. You two end up with a few new shared kinks and a toy chest.

-Yes this boy definitely takes the strap, he’s as self involved in his pleasure as he is yours. He’s not going to miss the opportunity to get railed over a little toxic masculinity. And if you don’t top, that’s fine. He’ll fuck himself on a dildo and make you watch him thighs quivering and all.

-Sex with Felix doesn’t always have to be penetrative. He doesn’t mind sitting between your legs cooing as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from you with a wand.

#skz #skz headcanons #skz hard thoughts #skz reactions #skz felix #stray kids felix #skz fluff #skz smut #dating skz #stray kids headcanons #skz x y/n #stray kids #stray kids reactions

[evesaintyves]

for @remadoramicrofics october 3rd prompt, "cellar"

698 words. warning for violence and implied sexual violence

read it below or on AO3 🩸

In the last week of the waxing moon, Remus dreams that he is crushing the rat under the heel of his shoe, feeling the crunch and snap of little bones, hearing the pathetic squealing until it concedes to a satisfying silence. Sometimes he wakes up laughing. He dreams he is eating a hank of raw meat, not a steak but a long ragged silverskinned muscle, tearing it with his hands and teeth.

He's never quite sure if it's the stress of what's coming or if it's his other half making itself heard through the membrane that separates them, singing to him of its hunger and its lust.

He dreams he is fucking Tonks.

Sometimes she's taut with pleasure, incisors gleaming in her open mouth, bracing her hands on the headboard, breathing yes—yes—yes with his thrusts.

Other times, though—she's not.

And lately more and more she is there in his bed when he wakes up, cupping his cheek in her hand, cooing, "Shh, It's okay. It's all right. You're here with me." Not understanding that that's part of the problem. And when it happens he turns and lets her enfold him in her arms, tuck his head against her chest where he can shut his eyes and inhale that scent of salt and powder that lives in the smooth lowland there. He puts the dream away in the deep dark place where those things go. It's a physical feeling of pushing, cramming it down, shutting a lid on it.

He's quite efficient at it.

"I'll be there with you tomorrow," she's telling him tonight. She's rubbing his back like she's trying to keep him warm. The state the dream has left him in—sweating, tingling, heartbeat skipping, hard and digging into the flesh of her thigh—isn't as easy to stuff away. "Just outside the door."

He'd rather she wasn't, but he's in no shape to argue and arguing wouldn't do any good. She's better at it than he is, because she doesn't care about annoying him, losing her composure, making a scene. She only wants to win.

"I could read to you," she goes on, "or play some music."

"It wouldn't make any difference."

He can feel her heart rate spike.

"You know, you're living for free in this bonkers fucking house, you've got a safe place to go and—and do your thing, you've got Sirius, you've got me, I'm dragging a pillow and blanket down to the fucking cellar door and spending the night there with you—maybe you could count yourself lucky, mate. Maybe you could say thank you, Tonks, I'm glad you're here. "

"Thank you, Tonks."

She's quiet. It's a relief. His body is calming down too, his eyes start to roll, and he could forgive himself for falling asleep there in that shallow solace of her stroking hands, her swells of breathing.

"Sometimes," she says, startling him, "I have this dream that I've got the cellar door open, I'm standing at the top of the stairs, and you're at the bottom. You don't look like a werewolf, but you've got… these eyes… I know you are one. I've got my wand on you, and I'm going to kill you before you kill me. It has to be that way, it makes sense, the way things just make sense in a dream."

Tomorrow night, it will be as if they never spoke of this—he will kiss her before he walks his aching bones down the stairs. Standing behind her, Sirius will pull a smug-looking face. Remus will lock the door behind himself and hear the muffled thump of her weight as she sits against it. He'll find his way in the dark to the alcove where he puts his wand, his clothes. He'll still feel watched and want to cover himself, even in the dark, even alone. And he'll be afraid. Not of the breaking bones or the blood he'll wake up covered in: of the wanton, abandoned release he'll feel when he changes.

Now, she runs her finger down the vein that stands out in his neck. Her arms around him are as much comfort as restraint. 

Softly, she asks, "Do you know what I mean?"

#remadora #remadora microfics #remus lupin #tonks

[berylian]

Depression life hack:

Do you have trouble getting out of bed to brush your teeth? Or have trouble brushing your teeth in general? I feel you, brushing your teeth has a lot of steps. What if you could boil it down to one?

Consider: dry brush your teeth. This helps get the big particles out so they don't build up and create plaque and irritate your gums / cause cavities. This is honestly the most important part of dental hygiene, toothpaste be damned.

Take that a step further -or, backwards? Why should you have to go all the way to the bathroom if you're not gonna rinse? Just keep your tooth brush by your bed. Now you don't have to get up, it's right there and you don't have to deal with toothpaste or water on your face. If you can swish with water or something after to make sure all the loose stuff is out, that's good too. (I literally just swallow it)

Upping the game a bit: when brushing with toothpaste just spit it out. Don't bother with rinsing. I have special prescription fluoride toothpaste I'm not supposed to rinse out, and since I removed that step it's been SO much easier to brush my teeth. It takes a little getting used to but you won't notice it after a while. And ofc you can bring that to your bed too. Maybe keep a lil cup or trashcan to spit into.

Other options: alcohol free mouthwash (the fluoride stuff). If brushing is too much work, just swish some mouthwash. But also if brushing is too much work I'd recommend an electric. It's worth it, teeth are much more expensive.

Get a smaller toothbrush. Try a kid's toothbrush, they're smaller and softer bristled so it's easier on your gums and easier to brush your back teeth. This can help with texture issues.

Get some floss picks. If you think you can manage a normal roll, go for it. If not I highly recommend the picks. Takes all the stress and dexterity out of trying to keep the floss tensioned. (I'd suggest picks with a slightly wavy handle, the straight ones are a little harder to maneuver).

Final, easiest option: try to swish some water around after eating anything. It'll help remove loose food and neutralize sugars/acids. My dentist told me to do this (in addition to everything else) so it's a good fall back.

In summary: brushing your teeth is honestly really difficult if you're depressed or chronically ill and or disabled. There's no shame in that. So fuck the rules: brush in bed, rinse in the kitchen, floss at the dinner table.

Hopefully you can try just one of these suggestions to make things easier for you. You don't have to do all of them. In fact, that'd be completely counter to the point.

TL;DR

Dry brush, no water or toothpaste

Dry brush in bed

Don't rinse after using toothpaste, just spit it out

Same thing but in bed (maybe get a cup)

Use alcohol free fluoride mouthwash (or whatever you can get)

Can also be done in bed (again, get a cup)

Get a smaller, softer toothbrush (kids brush)

And/ or an electric toothbrush (try a kid's brush)

Get floss picks (keep by your bed)

If you can't do any of these, just rinse with water after eating.

Remember, anything is better than nothing!

This is all fairly cheap too! Prices under the cut.

You can get 4-6 kids toothbrushes for like, 5$. They come in more colors too so it's more fun :)

You can get kid's (and some adult) electric toothbrushes for 10-20$. Try and make sure you get one that comes with the replacement heads in the package.

Alcohol free fluoride mouthwash is about 8-12$

You can get packs of 75-150 floss picks for like, 5$

I'd recommend sensodyne complete protection as a toothpaste bc it covers all the bases and isn't too harsh. It can be 8-15$ depending on where you go.

You should also try to change your toothbrush every 3-4 months, especially if it's worn down.

#bean speaks #depression hack #life hack #dude idk i just wanna help people take care of their teeth

[astrox]

WARNINGS: MODERN AU! swearing, teasing, blowjobs & semi-handjobs under a desk, semi-public sex

A very quick and short sanemi smut shot cause why not! mans is fine as fuck and I want to suck him off under a desk.

Sneaking into your husband's office during his lunch break, thinking that gracing him with your presence would ease his stress. In your hands is the lunch you spent hours on making just for him to forget on your kitchen table. It pains you knowing that your poor husband is ignoring his own needs for work. Appearing in the doorway, he sees you standing there and it's then that Sanemi's eyes would never leave your tempting figure, dressed to impress—all for him.

“Hey babe,” you greeted him, walking over to his side behind his desk, leaning down to kiss the top of his head after you put his lunch on his desk. “Figured you’d be hungry since you forgot your lunch this morning,”

The poor man grumbles, reaching out and sits you on his lap. After he kissed your cheek, he nuzzles his face against it, affectionately. "Where would I be without you?"

"Probably dying of starvation," You teased with a giggle, adjusting your husband's dress shirt. "You got to take better care of yourself Nemi. I can't have you getting sick or worse."

"I know baby. Sorry for making you come all this way just to bring me lunch," Sanemi apologized, using his thumbs to draw circles on your hips.

"It's okay hon." You smiled, kissing his lips. One peck was all he got when you tapped the bento box, "Now eat up!"

After Sanemi eats your food, he keeps you on his lap, sharing sweet passionate kisses here and there, expressing his gratitude to you for keeping his belly warm and full. Your poor husband missed your touch as much as you missed his. Too caught up in the moment, you slip between his legs, under his desk where his legs are hidden and sat on your knees, gazing lustfully into his eyes.

Your husband watched with wide eyes, seeing the cheeky grin on your lips. You pushed his legs apart for more room, tongue rolling out to lick a stripe on the crotch of his pants. Feeling him jolt in his chair, you smiled when you felt him harden against your tongue. Your fingers worked on his belt buckle, above the wet stain and with your teeth, you tugged his zipper down.

"Someone's a little impatient," Your husband smirks.

"No shit. I missed you so much, Nemi," You said. Slipping a hand into his pants and boxers, you fished his dick out of the confines of his khakis. Grasping his girthy length in your hand, you smiled feeling it twitch. "Looks like your dick missed me too,"

Sanemi jerks his hips when you wrap your hand tightly around his shaft. Your finger slid over his slit, tracing it until a bead of precum. Stroking your husband's cock in your fist, your eyes never left Sanemi's purple orbs. Leaning down you kissed his pelvis and along his thighs, leaving a bite mark on his skin, making him grunt.

"Keep doing that, babe," Sanemi pleads, earning another bite. Right as you were getting to the good part, someone invites themselves into Sanemi's office.

"Yo Shinazugawa! you got a sec!" The flamboyant man Uzui Tengen yells abruptly, making you both jump.

"W-what the hell do you want, Tengen? I'm on break!" The white-haired man asks, moving his chair in closer. His cock hits your cheek, causing you to lean against his legs.

"Kyojuro and I wanted to know if you want to go out for a drink after work. I invited Iguro and the others as well," You let out a quiet sigh as the two engaged in conversation, eyes falling on his crotch. Immediately, a naughty thought comes to mind followed by a smirk. Distracted by Uzui, you took Sanemi into your hand and licked along the underside of his length.

"N-no, I have other plans tonight than spend my free time with you shitheads, especially that bastard Tomiok-argh!" Sanemi jerks, cutting him off mid-sentence when you pinch his leg, face flushed. He clears his throat, fighting off the urge to give you an ounce of satisfaction, that alone was enough to make your pussy wet. "That asshole can kiss my fucking ass-"

Taking his tip into your mouth, you suckled him for his salty precum painting your pretty lips. Feeling your husband's hand paw at your hair, you moved down on his cock, stretching your jaw to its limit untill your nose grazed his groomed pubic hairs.

"Are you okay, Shinazugawa? Your face is really red." The tall man asked to which Sanemi waves it off.

"I'm fine! it's just a stomach ache," He lied. Amid your sudden torture, Sanemi's hand in your hair curled into a fist as he held back his groans and chewed on his bottom lip. You took most of his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down using Uzui's blabbering to hide the sounds. Hallowing your cheeks, your tongue licked at your husband's glands then worked the rest in your palm. Your other hand cradles his balls, fondling them.

"Oh, that really sucks man. Hope you feel better soon but back to my question,"

"I-i'll let you know later, now get lost!" Sanemi confessed, face getting hotter and hotter.

"Okay, man. Take your time to think it over and I'll see you later," Tengen sees himself out of the room. Finally.

"Fuck y/n-" He moaned, hips thrusting his hips into your hot mouth. You swallowed his mewls, desperate for his sweet release. You worked his cock, its twitching tip brushing the back of your throat causing you to gag. Squeezing his balls makes him throw his head back in pleasure. "You fucking brat—"

Without the audience, Sanemi is now free to show you no mercy—think of it as his way of revenge for embarrassing him in front of Tengen. Pulling out your mouth, Sanemi reaches under his desk, hauling you and lies you down on top of his paperwork. He situates himself between your legs and leans over you.

"What was all that, huh?" He'd asked, not expecting a sly look on your face.

"Nothing much. I wasn't trying to make you come while your friend was in the room," You said with a chuckle, ruffling Sanemi's white locks.

"Is that so?" Sanemi grinned, flipping you onto your stomach, catching you off guard. "Let's hope that no one walks in on me fucking you full of my cum,"

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#sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa #kny sanemi #sanemi smut #sanemi thirst #sanemi x you #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer smut #demon slayer sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer sanemi #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n

[semiotomatics]

putting my "personal spewage" tag to good use

so this week has been. good. like really good. ive been sleeping so much better (like, ive been able to fall asleep in under 30 minutes for the last 3 nights!! and have stayed asleep for 10 solid hours every night!! thats unprecedented!!!) and feeling less stressed (still stressed, but less stressed) and have had more energy (tho that could just be the coffee ive been drinking lol) and just generally feeling good. like, i had an idk ~a ha moment the other day where i realized theres a difference between my mood and my function. bc, altho historically both my mood and my function have been low, lately only my function has been low. and it still is, im still struggling to do even basic self-care/body maintenance/just general life tasks, but ive been getting better at it (ive eaten at least one full meal a day! i brushed my teeth for no other reason than because i knew i needed to!) and not wanting to die has really helped with that. it still feels way too early to declare a victory and i have major stressors on the horizon that im waiting to see how they will affect me, cause im kind of in a stressor lull right now (money's okay, family's okay, work's okay, etc) which i keep thinking is why im feeling relatively okay, but still. i feel okay. thats amazing. tho its also kinda terrifying and i keep thinking "oh god i feel okay does that mean i have to go back to work what if i freak out again what if i cant handle it" etc etc but like. i keep reminding myself i dont have to go back to work until im legitimately ready to go back, no ones going to force me to go back when im not ready to, and im hoping to go back part-time anyway so that its easier on me, which will help, so. yeah. hopefully it'll be okay.

but anyway, im just so excited at some of the thoughts and feelings ive had recently. mental illness is so good at making you forget what it feels like to be happy and healthy and alive and in love with the world. i had been stuck in that dark cloud for so long, and i still don't feel like the skies are totally clear, but im seeing hints of blue through the grey and its amazing. i want to love being alive. i want to look forward to my future. i want to be happy. i really really hope this lasts and i get to just be happy.

#this has been an original post #personal spewage

[offsidekineticist]

For Theoven my cutie (as KC or not, up to you):

7. Do they have any unusual fears?7

27. Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?

49. Do they have trouble keeping their enemies and their friends straight?

Oh these are good...I'll probably answer for both unless it applies significantly more to one than the other.

CW: succubus dominate person; discussion of torture and chronic pain/injury

7. KC Theoven is terrified of succubi. That first battle where he was "killed" involved him falling under the thrall of one. On top of all the usual reasons that would be traumatic, he usually has zero interest in sex. So the whole experience amounted to having his sexual orientation forcibly changed and weaponized against him. So, yeah, he doesn't like succubi.

This mainly results in him having a "kill on sight" policy for succubi. This makes Arue very sad. It also makes the Abyss even more stressful for Theo because wait we need the help of who now??

Non-KC Theoven's big fear is of people touching or handling his hands. They never healed right after the Order of the Rack's interrogations during his incarceration, so they don't quite work right and cause him a lot of pain. They could probably be improved with surgery, but the idea of someone rebreaking his fingers, even to heal them, sends him into a panic.

27. Non-KC Theoven adopted Harper and Mayhew because of a chance encounter! Harper is a halfling tiefling and Mayhew is a halfling duskwalker. Neither were likely to survive long in Cheliax, so the Bellflower Network smuggled them out. They were found together, and Mayhew refused to be parted from his "baby sister" (they're not related in the slightest), so the local Bellflower facilitators were sitting at their coffeeshop HQ, kind of at a loss about what to do, because maybe they could find someone willing to adopt a tiefling or a duskwalker, but they weren't confident they'd find someone who would take both.

Enter Theo. He just walked across half the city so he could surprise Giliys with breakfast from his favorite coffeeshop (it's not actually his favorite; Giliys just keeps his Bellflower activities on the DL cuz Theo's been skittish since being, y'know, arrested and tortured). And the second Mayhew sees this pale gnome walk in, he loses his mind (by duskwalker standards) about how "he's just like me!" because they're both pale and colorless, not naturally emotive, and "came back different" from death or near-death (not clear how he could tell that last part, but Theo doesn't question it). Mayhew's temporary caretakers are apologizing and trying to get him to quiet down (which in and of itself is strange because they could barely get two words out of him before), but he just won't stop talking:

"This is my sister Harper! She didn't have a name when I found her so I had to give her one. She doesn't do anything yet except cry and eat and poo. And bite - her teeth are sharp because she looks like a baby tiger! You can't see it because she's wrapped up snug in her blanket, but she even has a tail! So she's pretty cool even though she can't talk."

And Theo, who is completely charmed, is like "so who's going to be their parent?" And the Bellflower agents are like "...the orphanage, probably?"

So Giliys - who was at home sleeping while all this was happening - wakes up to breakfast from "his favorite coffeeshop" and Theo (who just ran halfway across the city) begging him to be OK with adopting 2 kids, one of whom is an infant. And normally he'd be like "lol, no, I'd be an awful dad," but it's the most invested Theo has been in anything since his arrest forced him into exile (so literally years), and Theo has already raised one kid to adulthood by himself (her name is Qweck), so he's like "...yes, fine, let me get dressed and we can go get Theoven Junior and his baby tiger sister."

(Giliys likes to joke that it was Mayhew that did all the adopting, which...isn't entirely wrong. Giliys also proves to be much better with Harper in the first couple of years than Theo because Theo has no clue what to do with kids before they understand the concept of literacy)

49. Every version of Theo in every timeline has trouble with this one, lol. He tends to put a lot of stock in first impressions - Greybor made a bad first impression by acting smug immediately after an obviously stupid (to Theo) plan failed, so he hates him forever; Nurah talked to him about books and history when he really needed a distraction from holy shit the queen made me knight-commander, so he ignored warning signs and suspicious behavior.

Non-KC Theo is a little more cautious in his judgments, but he also is more trusting in some ways because he's moved past his abandonment issues, so he's more willing to be vulnerable with other people. Basically he's aware of the possibility of betrayal but choosing to trust anyway because he wants to believe in people.

#oc: theoven derenge #pathfinder wotr #knight-commander oc #ask game #pwotr pals #oc: giliys #oc: mayhew derenge #oc: Harper Derenge

[writinglittlebeasts]

find the word tag game

i was tagged by @liv-is to find the words hum, don't, star, and strong. gonna be working out of stress on account of i've got it open on my computer right now.

hum from stress and your workplace:

His back feels much better. Comparatively. He still grunts and groans when he needs to bend and stretch, but he can walk without much pain at all. When he jumps, he lands level on his feet, and he only shudders where before he collapsed.  His head feels clearer, as well. The panic is a dull hum at the back of his skull and he's happy to keep it there. It buries the despair, but it isn't overwhelming him the way that it was. He doesn't think about it.  Leon heaves the great gear into his arms and his breath leaves him like a bout of steam, whistling between his teeth. It would be heavy if he weren't running on empty with a body that's falling to pieces; because he's injured, it's a nearly impossible strain.

don't from stress and your workplace (this word is a frequent flier in this fic, good fucking god 57 occurrences...):

Leon asks, "Why? Why aren't you going to kill me?"  The answer isn't immediate, but Leon hears the gravelly intake of breath that signals an answer is forthcoming, and he tries not to let his anxiety get the better of him in the meantime.  The tall man's inhale is much longer than before, and that's not to discredit just how long the last had been; Leon assumes that the longer the answer, the deeper the breath. Like speaking and breathing don't come naturally to the tall man, like he can't distribute them evenly.  The rattle subsides. "Do not deserve it... Explain what you deserve."  Now Leon's eyes open, and he raises his head. The tall man stares down his nose at Leon. It would seem demeaning if it weren't for the non-expression on his face. And what does something like the tall man have to demean? There's nothing in the station-- perhaps, even, the entirety of Raccoon City --that can hold a candle to him. "What do you mean, what I deserve?" Leon asks. As the tall man opens his mouth like he'll inhale again Leon clarifies, "Are you asking me if I deserve to die? Because I don't."  Rattle. "Explain what you deserve." 

star from stress and your workplace:

He repeats the process. He rubs his fingertips into the bridge of his nose and the hollows under his eyes and he doesn't stop when he starts seeing stars. He's soaked his arms to the elbow, not to mention down the front of his shirt, by the time he recognizes himself again. His ears are ringing and his nose stings, he tries not to think about the way his mouth tastes, but he doesn't look like somebody who's cracked skulls. He thinks that it feels better, but he knows that he won't be able to forget it.

strong from stress and your workplace (don't is in here, too):

The tall man suddenly reaches out. His hand wraps around Leon's neck, more a weight than a tightness, and he uses his strong thumb to tip Leon's head back. He redirects Leon's gaze onto himself. Leon's lips part in a snarl. "I deserve to know why."  "Get your hands off of me." Leon doesn't growl, but he hisses.  "I deserve to know why."  "And I don't deserve to hold your fucking hand while you learn what life's really all about!" When the tall man's hand doesn't move Leon pries it off of his neck, himself. He shoves it aside with force. "What the hell do you want from me?"

and now ! i will tag... @writernopal @lorenfinch @moonluringfrost @yamiunicorn (i can not seem 2 tag your writing blog whatsoever) to find the words agape, borrow, one, and rummage

#or #find the word tag #fic stuff

[compassionatereminders]

Kind of a rant, if you have any thoughts I welcome them :)

I’m 24 and for a longer period of time now I have only really wanted to watch animated shows/movies that are mainly marketed towards kids (not that they only are interesting for kids). Things like Steven universe, gravity falls, she ra and the princesses of power, Disney movies, stuff like this. And I’m embarrassed… it’s just, I’m healing (mental health issues and trauma), and for a long time I was so depressed and angry and suicidal and I watched stuff like game of thrones without blinking an eye (this is the most violent/gore I can watch, since horror has always been too much for me) but now I just want to be soft and happy and nice, I want sunshine and soft kittens and pink glitter and goodness and being comfortable and rest, instead of gritting my teeth and just getting through it no matter the amount of pain. It’s just that I have been told my whole life that I am too sensitive. I’m too sensitive because I have chronic pain, or because I get more easily tired, or because I get scared of horror, or because I get sad, anxious or scared when people say mean things or yell. Now I’m also too sensitive because I don’t want to constantly watch stuff going deep about our grim reality and problems (not that kids shows don’t have deep subjects too, they are just more gentle). I can’t bear to keep up with the news either. And people tell me I should. And I know it’s important to be informed, but right now I feel inside that I can’t handle that, and it will only make me feel worse and regress back to my depressed apathy state before I did the healing work (which is not done yet since I’m having this need right now and I am working on it! It just takes time!). I just feel embarrassed about myself now that I am only watching kids stuff and re watching things I watched years ago, people already tell me I’m too sensitive and avoiding my adult responsibilities to be informed, watching kids stuff only makes me feel even less of an adult.. but shouldn’t we be able to do what makes us feel good, as long as it doesn’t harm ourselves or others? That’s the kind of works that I want to live in anyway. One where there is room to be sensitive and gentle, where even if someone has it worse, you are still allowed to be hurting and we should keep striving to make it even better and more gentle even if what we have is so much better than other places, our goal should be to strive towards making a world where we thrive not just survive.

If all you have the ability to do about whatever is stressing you out is feeling anxious, then that's not helping anyone. So if that's where you are right now, there's zero shame in watching cartoons instead. Anxiety isn't activism.

#chat with kat

[toomanysurveys9]

Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? Just getting home or on the way home from Jacob’s mom’s house.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? I don’t remember. Probably Jane the Virgin.

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? No, it takes a lot to annoy me generally. At least for my pets to.

Did you know that pickles have no calories? I didn’t know that.

Do you enjoy family get togethers? I do.

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? Yup.

What color are your pants? Blue jeans.

Is there snow on the ground where you are? No. It’s almost officially summer.

What is keeping you warm right now?

It’s warm outside right now. But Nora is also sleeping on me with a blanket and she’s a little heater.

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yeah.

How far away is your next birthday? Three-ish months.

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? No plans.

When did you last take a shower? It’s been a few days.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? I have not.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? Nope.

Are you more serious or funny? Definitely more serious.

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? There are a lot of people that fall into this category.

When is garbage day in your area? Friday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? All the kids yelling and screaming and fighting.

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? I mean, I feel like there’s probably people somewhere in the middle too.

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? It’s not new, but yes. I watched a couple seasons, but never finished the series.

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I’m ready to go to sleep.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? They can be but I’m hardest on myself.

Do you take surveys often? Not as often as I used to or would like to. But I’m hoping to be able to get back into it.

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? Not usually.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? Probably but they’re not coming to mind right now.

Could you vote in this last election? Yup.

Have you taken a shower today? Nope.

How much sleep did you get last night? Not nearly enough.

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? Neither. Lol.

What is your current mood? Super sleepy.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? Just stressing out about everything I need to do and buy and take care of before the trip next week.

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? I want to see the new Little Mermaid movie!

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? I don’t think so.

Have you ever hated yourself? All the time.

Are you hungry? Nope.

Did your parents ever ground you? Alll the time.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? Hacienda with Nora on Saturday. Panera was the drive thru.

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? I guess so.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? I do but I don’t use it.

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? A few.

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? I was in a musical once.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? I don’t care for Cardi B much. But I know there are others that like her.

When was the last time you cleaned something? I swept the floor not too long ago.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yup. Several times at various ages for various things.

Do you like your smile? I hate it actually. My gums and teeth are shit because I never expected to live this long and my parents never taught us proper dental hygiene.

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? Not really.

When was the last time you doubted yourself? Anytime I think about my upcoming internship. And I was also worried about my signature assignment for this class but ended up with a perfect score.

Is there anything currently bothering you? I have too much on my plate before next week.

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? Nope.

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? My kids.

Are you scared of what you do not know? Sometimes, yes.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? Florida. And hopefully going to Louisiana for Leslie’s wedding. And starting my internship.

Were you/are you popular in high school? Not even a little.

Do you really care what people think about you? Not really.

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? I try.

Are you constantly envious of others? Not really.

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? Definitely a mix of both.

List three of your favorite TV shows: Supernatural, Criminal Minds, and Hart of Dixie tend to be my comfort shows.

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? Stressed for sure.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? Finances. My babies.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? No. It’s too easy and I always get hurt.

Who was the last person to compliment you? Eliana I think. :) She’s a sweetie.

Anything interesting happen this past week? This week just started.

When was the last time you felt scared? Yesterday when Michelle and Jacob let Nora on the trampoline.

What’s on your mind this very second? I need to get to bed.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? I do.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? Nope.

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? I enjoy it on occasion, but it’s definitely not one of my favorite foods by any means.

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? Yes but my kids say no. Lol.

Do you like things Vampire related? I do. Although I’m super into fairies right now. :p

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? Not that I can remember.

When was the last time you saw snow? Whenever it snowed last, which wasn’t as long ago as it should have been. Lol.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? All the time.

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? Nope.

Are your nails currently long? Longer than I like them to be. Especially with my job being with kids.

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I talk about it too much sometimes. Especially on here.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? Chunky. :( 

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? No. They’re too big for as short as I am.

Are you the competitive type? Noo.

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? Momma’s.

#survey #surveys #personal #question #questions #random

[wiw3]

A Routine Made of Glass; Something You Can Return To (Still Trying)

Hi! I’m so sorry! Yesterday was an unforgivable hack-take at a blog-entry *just to get one out*, and despite it being my house, technically, you’re still a guest that deserves a certain amount of respect out of me as a host, so in the spirit of maintaining a line of accountability and entertainment, I apologize. 

I try to keep this place neat and tidy, but yesterday was a pretty volumetric announcement to the scale in which I can craft a mess, if I’m just doing it to do it. It needs to be free-flowing, like this, where I can think into my fingers and they supply the words for me to level with the cosmos.

It’s something I’m returning to after a violent hurricane. That week changed me. It had me inspired enough to map out a few scenes to a script, but never actually go anywhere with it, unfortunately. I need to be willing to always explore those parts of myself, those parts that are unwilling. The parts that say No need to be challenged regularly, or I’d never even do so much as go outside. 

I’d stay inside, doing anything but writing, doing anything but the thing that I think I’m semi-okay at, at best. The one thing I feel as if I have skill in doing, I’m not doing.  Maybe it’s some kind of inferiority-complex. It’s the same reason I don’t play hypercompetitive video-games. I worry that running into someone good enough (AKA, much better than myself), would ruin the game or the concept of writing altogether for me. 

Other people shouldn’t have this level of control over my life, but I bonded with disapproving strangers when I was little, straining for their approval and then ultimately falling to the conclusion that none of it mattered. I’m still trying to get back to that life, I was a lot dumber, then, but I only made mistakes once. 

Now, I operate on routine, which means if a bad habit gets into my routine, it stays there until I break it. Brushing one’s teeth while standing in the shower, or pissing, comes to mind. The nasty kicker about those routines, though, is that their breakage, or even so much as their slight adjustment, is enough to throw me off during nocturnal hours.

My routines, and my, by extension, ego, are glasslike in this regard, shatterable with the slightest mishandling or, even someone breathing on it wrong can ruin it. No flash photography or loud noises. I don’t sleep well when my little day-plans are smashed, regardless of severity. 

Maybe it’s why I’ve found it so draining and stressful to work a part-time job to support myself as much as possible. The work is menial, and my mind wanders while I work, to boot. I feel like a kid doing busywork in class, not thinking about things that a normal schoolkid would, or should, think about.

So my lot in life is stable, at least for right now. We’ll check the stability of those warped chunks of wood supporting the structure in a few weeks if/when I’ve gotten my chunky-ass wisdom-teeth removed from my face.

More menial, conceptual updates to come. Ciao~!

#blog #sorry about yesterday #sorry #writing #blog post #creative writing #routine #routines #glass #work #work stuff #work blogging #sorry for the rant

[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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