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p0mko100 · 28 days

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complacent - feat. itoshi rin

w/c: 2.5k

synopsis : your brother's friend, rin, comes over after a match to analyse their plays together and hang out. you're busy yelling at your teammates in-game when rin comes in to teach you how to properly aim.

info : NSFW, dom!rin x fem!reader, oneshot, brother's best friend au, smut, gamer!reader, pet names (bunny, princess, good/pretty girl), unprotected sex, slight dry humping, swearing, marking/hickeys, slightly jealous rin, feat. gamer friend!nagi

other : this is my first time uploading my fics here hehe, hope you enjoy!

"Nagi, can you properly smoke off A site for me next time?" The annoyance in your voice seethes through each word.

"M'kay but only if you properly defend the site next time" He retorts.

"Fuck you, Nagi." You sigh, "I'll be back, don't start another match without me I'm gonna get some water". Nagi hums in response as you hear the faint sounds of a Reddit storytime through your headset.

You mute your mic before standing up and stretching your legs, your whole body shaking from the sudden movement. The fabric of your t-shirt reaches your mid-thigh as you ease your body back down. The absence of shorts was so freeing, especially in the brisk afternoons of the blossoming spring season. Unfortunately, your door hinges have been broken ever since you slammed it a little too hard. So when you pull the door open wider, the brief thought of your brother and his friend coming back from their football match enters your mind. You sneak a glance from out of your room, searching for any sign that they're still here when you notice your brother's car keys missing from the bowl near the front door.

Grabbing the empty cup in your room, you step out onto the cold floor of your house with your sights on the kitchen pantry with its newly stocked snacks. With a smile creeping on your face, you open the pantry only to be greeted with… Kikkoman soy sauce and an open multi-pack of instant ramen. The disappointment bites into your stomach. ‘I’ll just steal some of his food when he comes back’ your mind is already planning what he might bring home for himself you.

Luckily, you’re prepared for your annoying brother to do annoying things. Pushing past the random assortment of ingredients and sauces you reach into the cupboard for your hidden stash. You grab your snack and turn around to refill your cup with some water when you hear a creak of the floorboards. Fuck.

Your heart picks up and your eyes follow straight to the turquoise eyes of your brother’s friend, Rin. He’s staring right at you, unsettlingly. It’s not like you guys hate each other, nor are you best friends either. He’s just someone your brother hangs out with, but this is the first time you get to really look at him.

Before, you’d just hide in your room as your brother and his friends would come over, semi-afraid of them and also wanting to give them privacy so your brother could do the same when your friends came over. You’ve seen Rin play when you’d go to your sibling’s matches and his name was often passed around as the best player on his team. However, your brother’s expression would grow stiff with a sense of rage when mentioning Rin’s plays. Jealousy, maybe? Now that he’s standing right there for you to see, you feel embarrassed in the presence of such a highly-praised player.

You dare to look up into his mosaic-like eyes and notice how expressionless he is, as if he were a living portrait. For a moment, you really thought he was inanimate until he furrowed his brows and started to watch each part of you. Analyzing each part of your body like you were prey, he stares at you with that same mundane look on his face.

You quickly turn back to the tap and fill your cup with water, now deadly aware of his stare.

“Hey.” He tries to fill the silence between you two, though his attempt yields more awkward tension than before.

“Uh, hi…”

“You’re uh… his younger sibling?” He asks as if he’s never spoken a word until today. His voice is flat but you can tell there's an air of nervousness around the two of you.

You nod as you begin to walk past him.

“Where’d he go?”

“Somewhere to get take out… I forgot where but, uh, yeah…” He trails off.

God, what is with this awkward silence?

You look back before you walk into the hallway to your room and you see him lean his back against the kitchen countertop, staring into the floor and clasping the sides of his cheekbones with his thumb and index. His dark ivy locks falling above his eyes and the way his body shapes himself against the counter - it’s all so… enamoring.

Glancing at his hand on the countertop, you can only imagine the type of training he does to get his veins running up his forearm like that. The man behind all these super goals - this was him. To avoid his eyes finding yours again, you sneak back into your room, door ajar no matter how many times you try to close it, and now you're back to the light of your monitor and the deafening sounds of the game.

Holy shit, she's beautiful.

Rin could barely, fucking, breathe. He knew you were pretty, but he didn't realize you were that pretty. The other members of the team would tease your brother about how they only come over to get a glance at his sister and Rin would scrunch his nose in utter repulse. How could these lukewarm losers ever think of being acknowledged by you? A goddess amongst men. He believed that when the sun hides itself behind the clouds, it's shying away from your radiance. A million lifetimes and yet you exist in his, and oh how lucky he feels to live alongside someone like you.

Almost subconsciously, he walks to your room, his head spinning with all the times your eyes have passed over him during his matches. Whenever he scored, he'd make a quick glance your way, trying to see if you were looking and he was always sourly disappointed when you would be looking at your phone or looking somewhere else. When you were looking, his heart would bounce around his ribcage and his stoic expression would melt into a small smile.

But when you were looking and cheering on for someone else's goal? He'd seethe with malice. His jaw would clench and it didn't matter who had the ball - opponent or not; he'd make sure the next goal would be his.

So, to see you stare at him with your doe eyes, was more than he could take. He watched the way your hair flowed down your scalp, the slight part in your lips, the way your t-shirt covered the parts Rin wanted most, and the scent of lavender in your hair and fresh floral notes on your skin. When his mind started to wander places elsewhere, he had to stop himself from pursuing the thought any further. He wanted so bad to hold you, right there, and feel the way you press against his body. Memorize every part of you.

Before he could process what he was doing, he was already outside your room, leaning against the doorframe. He pushes the door out so you notice him, but your focus is solely on your game. Your legs were perched on your chair and your whole face steeled with concentration. It wasn't until you died, that you noticed he'd been standing out there watching you.

"You suck at this game." Rin scoffs.

What is he doing here?

"And you'd be any better?" You glare back at him, but your eyes start wandering and you have to look back at your monitor before blushing at these unyielding thoughts of him.

"Let me play. You're losing anyway." He walks over to you and you begin to notice yourself critically. You begin to notice your legs being squished up against your body as you play or how your posture is harshly curved into a 'C' shape, so you straighten up and start to fiddle with your hair, desperately shaping it into something a little more presentable. Why should I care? He'd never see me like that anyway.

"Fine, one round but if you lose you owe me ice cream." You barter, he nods in response. Satisfied with this deal, you stand up from your chair and watch as he adjusts the chair for himself.

Once the next round starts, his face changes ever so slightly to concentrate on his player movements. Every swipe of the mouse and touch of the keyboard is intentional when he plays, all while being silent. You can hear Nagi through the headset impressed at, what he thinks is, your kill streak. Rin kills the last two guys in quick precise motions that the opponents begin to accuse you of cheating.

"Y/N are you seriously using Aimbot right now?" Nagi asks, dumbfounded at your sudden spike in gameplay.

Rin looks back at you with this smug, self-confident look and you roll your eyes in response.

"Here I'll show you what you're doing wrong." He pats his thigh, motioning you to sit down in his lap. Your heart starts drumming and you sit down on his left thigh. Flustered, your shaky hands grab on the mouse and keyboard to play the next round.

"Uh, is this okay?" You quietly ask, embarrassed as all hell.

"Mhm." He whispers back into your ear and you start to move around to get to a comfortable spot. Your bare thighs are touching his left leg and you can feel his chin resting above his shoulder. When the next round starts, you play as you normally do.

"Here, aim up more." Suddenly, his hand is on top of yours and he aims your crosshair upwards. He's giving you tips on how to play but all you can think about is the way his hand feels against yours. Rougher, but slender and light. He smells of fresh linen and hints of citrus, his body covering yours completely. His arms, fuck, his arms. Strong and muscular, every tendon feeling taught against his shirt. Your fragile heart could barely take it all in. He was overbearingly beautiful.

"Are you even paying attention?" He asks against your ear and you try to move your focus towards the game. His breath was hot against your skin and you tried hard not to think about what it would feel like to indulge in his lips. You find someone camping at their spawn and you shoot, just like you were told. The round ends with you killing the last enemy and you look at him and smile.

He grabs onto your waist, looks back at you, and whispers, "Good girl". His nose is pressed against yours and you're staring into each other's eyes before you move in a little bit closer to hover your lips above his. Moments pass before he hugs your waist tighter and gently places a kiss against your lips. Pure ecstasy. You'd never imagined that this would ever take place, ever - and yet here you are. Kissing Itoshi Rin. You press yourself closer to him, your arms on his shoulders and around the headrest. Permitting yourself to the delicate and slow kisses he leads with, you close your eyes to memorize each movement. You burn the feeling of his hand against your back and the other caressing your thigh into your mind.

Your body aches for him, and his does too. You bite the bottom of his lip, playfully teasing your tongue into his and you start to feel him poking against your thigh. You smile as you kiss him further and when you release your lips from his, you look at his pretty lashes flutter open when he looks back at you. Ah, fuck.

"Please" you whisper into his ear as you grind up against him a little bit more. That's all he needed to hear to slide your panties down, undo his pants and free his needy cock from his boxers.

"Ready, bunny?" He grumbles into your collarbone as you hum a response. His hands place you on top of him, the slick of your wetness and his pre-cum squeezing onto him. Rin's cock twitches as you take him in with gasps and heavy moans. He reaches inside of you, touching the insides of your walls and eagerly trembling for more. Before you can speak, he's already making quick work of your body and easing you up and down.

"Mmngh- R- Rinnie…" He grunts in response and slaps your ass, warranting a moan and for you to clench around him tighter. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other, paired with your beautiful moans were already edging Rin closer and closer.

His cock felt so good. The way it hit the right spots and the way his hands grasped at your body desperately - he made you feel like you were practically melting into him. "You-re a- all mine, okay bunny?" He teases as your pussy tightens around his length. You moan in response and kiss the side of his neck sloppily.

"Fuck, I'm- hngh, close…" He managed to pant out, exasperated by the feeling of your pussy. "Mm~ pl- please… Rin-rin… ple- ah!" He's already bouncing you faster on him, your head spinning with the way he's fucking you. He groans and marks you from your collarbones all the way down to your tits. A knot begins to tighten inside of you and your moans become more erratic and loud as he continues to fuck your insides.

"Come to me, princess." He moans and repeats against your skin and pulls you closer to feel you release against him. You're so tight and he can barely move against your grip as the both of you cum. His warm liquid fills you up, making you feel all sticky inside. "That's a good girl, hm?" He whispers between pants as he slows down and rides out both of your highs. Fuck, he felt so good.

As you begin to kiss him again, you hear your brother's car rumble into the driveway. Ah, shit. Rin rushes to kiss you one more time before sliding you off of him and replacing his cock with his fingers. Your thighs close around his hand as he reaches inside of you again.

"Rinnie- my brother's~ a- ah, he's- mmngh-" His fingers are moving inside and curling perfectly into the spot he just fucked.

"Open wide for me."

Your mouth is open with your tongue out as he places his fingers on your tongue and inside of your mouth. You lick his cum off clean and he pulls your panties back up before zipping his pants back up too. Rin grabs the tissues from your bedside table and wipes the evidence clean. He kisses your forehead and moves your shirt so your brother won't notice all the marks down your collarbone.

"Yo! What're you doing outside my sister's door?" Your brother questions with a bag of takeout in one hand.

"Watching them play that shitty game. They suck at it, by the way." His gaze lingers on you a little longer before following your brother back into his room. Your pussy is still warm and aching from what just happened and it takes a while for you to realize that your team won and Nagi's already pestering you to respond to him before he queues you two into another match.

a/n: aa this is my first time uploading smut hehe I hope you enjoyed! I'd love requests and ideas for more bllk oneshots/ff's :) I adore rin so much hehehe I hope this was enjoyable for any readers out there!

cc: @p0mko100, please do not reupload or redistribute any of my work.

#rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #bllk x reader #bllk smut #rin smut #itoshi rin smut #itoshi rin oneshot #rin itoshi smut #bllk oneshot #fanfiction #p0mko100

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spacedace · 9 months

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Snippet/prolog thing from a DP x DC fic that lives almost entirely inside my head outside of this & a few other bits.

Please feel free to take this as an overly long prompt haha

If anyone wants context to this let me know and I'll be happy to info dump at you lol

The kid had been eleven the first time John Constantine met her.

A little ghost girl, too small for the crowns and dominions that were rightfully hers, wandering the world alone and unattended because to stay in one place would drive her mad - or worse. He didn’t think himself as having a particularly soft heart, but there was something about little Stella Phantom that grew on him - a bit like a mold, he liked to explain. Maybe it was the way she swore like a sailor and kicked a demon in the low hangers with a feral grin the first time he met her. Maybe it was just how lonely she looked, small and slight in the large world she was so obsessed with exploring.

She had a family. A Grave of her own that worried about her, but who couldn’t follow her on her constant travels no matter how much they wanted to. Proof that being some of the most powerful beings in existence wasn’t enough to prepare you for parenthood.

Somewhere along the lines she started following John around. Interested in what he was doing, where he was going, who he worked with. It hadn’t taken long to get her folded into JL Dark. Zantanna had blanched when he’d shown up with little Elle, pulling in the big wigs from JL Light to argue about the ethics of involving a child in their work. As if Supes and the Bat had legs to stand on with their own brood so often in the thick of danger. Elle was safer under his watch than she’d be under the loose oversight the Titans had or whatever fresh hell was going on with Young Justice but hell if anyone would listen to him on that front.

He lost the war when she met Superboy Jr. and Robin V.

She’d adored them from the start, delighted at having children her own age around to spend time with. They formed a little team, working together here and there, then more often as they got older. She still worked mostly with JL Dark, but she was growing up. Spreading her wings a bit.

Elle was seventeen when the Bonds first formed. The spider-silk thin threads finally winding themselves into the heavy binds that spilled out of her Core and reached out for anchoring in the boys. It was sickeningly sweet, in the way puppy love always was. She was too young for Core Bonds like that to settle, of course, in the way children were always too young when they fell in love the first time. It was normal though. Ghost children the Realms over made Bonds only for them to fade or change as they grew, almost never anchoring to anyone til they were full grown.

She’d blushed as red as Marvel’s suit when she realized John could see them, stuttering and embarrassed. He’d teased her about it for a long time, about how much she’d grown up, how much trouble she was going to cause, how he was going to have to fight the big bad Bat and his pet boy scout when she inevitably dishonored their poor, innocent sons. It was entertaining, endearing.

He waited for the Bonds to fade or shift. Weeks. Months. Years. As she turned nineteen, he started to wonder if they would stick around. If in another few years they might strengthen, begin the slow process of anchoring.

She was twenty-one when her boys - calling themselves Flamebird and Phoenix now - started dating each other.

The Bonds remained, steady and solid and painfully unanchored.

John stopped teasing her about them.

They hadn’t changed to accommodate platonic bonds, nor had they faded any. Their tendency to tangle around her like snare was another point of concern. Core Bonds weren’t meant to cause difficulty for the ghost they were born from, and they certainly weren’t meant to wrap around the ghost’s limbs and body in painful loops like that. They weren’t supposed to hurt.

When she was twenty three he started suggesting it might be time for intervention. The irony that he of all people would be trying to get someone to take steps to cut out the thing harming them was not lost on him. Nor was the way the fond feelings he had for the girl had skewed decisively paternal over the years in a way that his younger self would have mocked him for endlessly.

He felt better about broaching the subject knowing that her Grave had been suggesting the same thing. That he wasn’t overstepping the bounds of whatever odd partnership they’d developed over the years. John was, he had very reluctantly come to accept, the girl’s mentor if nothing else. His job was to teach her and guide her, not be her parent.

No matter what his old, battered heart might try and suggest.

Even still, he couldn’t help but be concerned.

She was twenty-five when they got temporarily launched into that broken, bleak world. When they met the Elle and Flamebird and Phoenix of that horrible dimension.

The three alternates’ bonds were anchored completely, tying the triad together in threads of silver and green. Not even Other-Elle’s complete, sickening deterioration into something cannibalistic and feral had been enough to break them. He can’t imagine how much it must have hurt to see that, for his girl to glimpse a world where something she’d longed for for so long happened, only for it to seemingly be at the expense of reality itself.

He helped cover for her, after their two groups had been mixed up and separated for the night - or what might be called night in a world that no longer had any light to make those kinds of distinctions in time. When she came back with the Flamebird and Phoenix of that world, after their little separation from the larger group he kept her two boys misdirected. Distracted Nightwing and Zantanna so they didn’t go asking too many questions he knew Elle wouldn’t want answered. The Bat John was helpless to do much about, but thankfully the big brooder seemed too intent on the desolate, lightless world itself to notice the way Elle’s gaze was going distant, bittersweet at the edges.

He didn’t know what, exactly had happened in the hours she was gone. He could guess, from the way the Other-Phoenix and Other-Flamebird looked at her, the way she avoided her boys. Loneliness and desperation made for an easy slide into bad decisions. John might just have to admit that Zantanna had been correct, all the times she’d said he was a bad influence on the girl. Not that there was any surprise there.

Elle’s Bonds were even more of a knotted mess than before. Offered something so close to anchoring only to find no purchase. They twisted about her throat like a noose now, ready to strangle the life out of her one day.

He signed off on her leave of absence when they finally made it back to their home dimension.

Anyone else would want details to write down. Would want to know the specifics of why and for how long and a whole mess of other details she either wouldn’t or couldn’t answer. He’d get his ass roasted over the fire for the mess the paperwork was in, but that was fine. He’d endured far worse for far less important reasons.

Personal leave, he’d written.

Duration of leave: indefinite.

Reason for leave: None of your fucking business, Bats.

They shared a cigarette on one of the high catwalks in the Watchtower watching dawn break on the world below. Grateful to see the sun and stars again after those two days in utter blackness. They didn’t talk about her Bonds. About what happened. About how she hadn’t talked to her Boys since coming back. Just stood and smoked. He pretended not to notice her tears. She pretended not to notice his. Neither of them had ever been any good at goodbyes.

When the time came she bumped his shoulder in thanks - for the cigarette, for the company, for the years of friendship and family - before turning and stepping through the bright purple door standing impossibly in the middle of the walkway.

He glimpsed the green of the Infinite Realms and the distant shape of her Lair beyond. A world of worlds, paradise to one that never stopped, always off to find something new, something never seen before. It was against all odds that she’d even stumbled upon this one in the first place. A small speck in the crushing infinite.

When the door closed it did so slowly, a painful whine and a soft, mournful click all that marked her leaving.

John watched it bleed out of existence, and wondered if he’d ever see her again.

Six months later, the stars started to disappear.

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #john constantine #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #jon kent #jon el kent #damian wayne #damijon #one sided (?) Super Serious Chaos #for the record it's not actually one sided Damian & Jon are pining for Elle just as bad as she's pining for them #alternative universe versions of themselves went and complicated things further #bruce wayne #infinite realms world building #ghost cores #Constantine caught a case of Father Figure-itis (it's definitely batman's fault)#angst #there's so much back story and nonsense in this fic idea #there's a whole looming apocalypse thing and Elle trying to sacrifice herself #and Jon & Damian thinking something terrible happened between Elle & their AU selves to cause her to pull away from them #there's ghost core lore (ha that rhymed)#one of these days I'll actually write it all down #in the mean time enjoy a prompt

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secondbeatsongs · 2 years

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Hello! I'm Julie from Cariona and I just want to ask if you're interested in doing ads/promotions here on Tumblr? If yes, how much do you charge per reblog?

For proof of legitimate promotions, you can check @catchymemes, @sulfatto, @isnt, and many others.

Website for reference: http://cariona.com Over 200 five star Facebook reviews: https://www.facebook.com/carionaproducts/reviews

Please feel free to respond here or reach out to us on [email protected] for more details! Thank you once again and have a great week!

absolutely fascinating that you decided to send this as an ask, when you also DM'd me. unfortunately, you may realize that this was a mistake - you see, asks can be responded to publicly.

so, allow me to respond:

hi, Julie! I'd never heard about Cariona before, so I decided to go poking around, and I learned something!

well, I learned a few things, actually. from your site, Cariona seems to be a small business that sells reusable menstrual products. and while I will never advertise a product that I haven't used, there's nothing wrong with wanting people to promote your company.

I have, however, found a few problems.

the first thing I found was this post by @crafiet from May 12th of last year, saying that shortly after making a purchase on your website, her debit card info was leaked, and used to make facebook ad purchases.

it seems that at least back then, your payment system was insecure. I'm really hoping you've fixed that, because. yikes.

and when I messaged crafiet to ask if it was okay if I linked to her post, she also mentioned that even though your website says you ship from Georgia, her package came shipped from China, and took a long time to arrive.

that's pretty sketchy.

the next thing I found was some folks talking about receiving cards with their orders that have a QR code on them with the words "Scan For God's Message To You", and that on the other side, have this bible verse:

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is. Psalm 63:1

fun fact! that's from the King James Version (which I have a lot of thoughts about, but I'm not going to get into that right now).

additional fun fact! that particular psalm is from that time David fled to the wilderness because Jonathan's dad was trying to kill him.

and that's why I have to talk about the verses that follow it:

(ID in alt text; link to the NIV version if you want it)

so...are we like 100% sure it's god that David is thinking about here? because...I mean...that's pretty horny, right? and all of this while on the run from his boyfriend's dad?

I'm not saying anything, but like...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

it's a weird verse to choose for this, that's all.

anyway, back to you, Cariona: after seeing people talking about the bible verse cards, I decided to poke around your website more, and allll the way at the bottom of it, finally found your "About Us" page, which ends with this:

...look. there's nothing inherently wrong with being christian. but to say "we do not wish to impose any beliefs on our customers", and to then put bible verse cards in people's orders? that's sneaky, and I don't like it.

I also think it's a bit sneaky that you've flagged your tumblr account as pro-trans on shinigami eyes. at least, I assume you flagged it yourselves, because I didn't find a single post on your blog that mentions trans issues.

(though you have, entertainingly, reblogged some stranger things fanart, and a castiel cat cosplay)

and while your website uses very gender-neutral language, your "About Us" page doesn't say anything about being inclusive of trans people, just that you don't "discriminate against anyone who has a different belief than ours."

unfortunately, that's not good enough for me. I have this sneaking suspicion that "trans people are the gender they say they are" counts as a "different belief".

lastly, since you say on your website that people can message you asking about your faith, I had a friend do that!

baptists. you're baptists, which is a pretty conservative denomination.

and according to you, part of that 10% you donate goes to your local churches, and some missionaries. who are also probably baptists.

so.

in the end, I just...don't trust you? I don't trust that the 10% you're donating is going to organizations that aren't homophobic or transphobic. I don't believe that you're not trying to impose your beliefs on others, because that's what you're obviously doing. I mean, your "About Me" says that one of the reasons you built this company is to spread the gospel.

and I especially don't like it that you reached out to me (an openly queer person) for promotion without mentioning that you're an evangelical company.

so to answer your question, Julie: no. I am not interested in doing ads or promotions for you on tumblr. and honestly, you probably picked the wrong website for this kind of thing.

#asks #carionausa #cariona #additional info for the record:#my friend told me they did say they donate to some environmental stuff #like maybe wwf they thought?#but from the wording they weren't sure #and also another charity called #Connecticut Quest for Peace #which I couldn't find out much about #it doesn't have a rating on charity navigator #but the posts I found about it on tumblr are all...mmm #very religious in nature #and no judgement if that's your jam #but it's not my kind of thing #so #no thanks #I don't like the idea of promoting a company that gives money to the baptist church and other religious organizations #I just don't #sbs rambles #and I couldn't even find much information about cariona besides this #no business registered in georgia under that name so #who knows #I wonder...hmm #if I was just looking at this information #with no other context #with the errors on the website #and the shipping from china #...I wonder where Cariona _is_ based.#or if it is in georgia - what name is it registered under?

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milla984 · 8 months

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The other day I received an anon ask (NSFW) and after a bit of pondering I wrote a little blurb in response. * cough * kinktober * cough *

Since this blog is mostly SFW I decided to copy/paste the message under the cut, so only who's interested will see it.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: fingering, female ejaculation, brief mention of kissing

🙏🙏🙏🙏i love your🖤hotch fic🖤do you have any headcannons about him making y/n squirt for the frist time? (Anon request)

In fact I do have a headcanon!! 🥵🥵

Aaron Hotchner is not the type of man to rush through the 'getting to know you' phase of a relationship. Intimate encounters follow several weeks of dating, even though being together often proves to be difficult since he isn't always free to spend a whole night at your place.

He's well aware that if he were to indulge himself with multiple sessions of casual sex he'd find plenty of opportunity, but he doesn't find the idea alluring. He's more interested in building something real with his partner and he's a generous lover, attentive and caring; he wants to talk about what feels good (or not) for you because he's extremely keen on putting this knowledge into practice, and one of his major turn-ons is the fact you can't get enough of his mouth kissing you, his arms holding you close and his weight pinning you down.

The day it happens he's taking his time to slowly drags his fingers in an upward movement to reach the sweet spot inside of you, alternating between strokes of his opposite thumb and the rapid flickering of his tongue on your clit. He has almost sent you over the edge twice but stopped right before you could come, so now you're desperate for release and the tension is building up at your core while you writhe under his touch, with your legs spread.

When you finally reach the point of no return the intensity of your climax gets unbearable, heels digging into the mattress and muscles twitching as you lose consciousness of your surroundings. The sound of his loud gasp is what brings you back to reality and it doesn't take you long to figure out why he's looking at you, dumbfounded: some of the wetness you can feel on the bedsheet is trickling down his chin - clearly the result of something very different from your usual orgasm.

You cover your face with your hands, tempted to cry in shame, but you peek through your fingers when he caresses your knee, then your stomach and trails up to your shoulder and neck; he's not mad or disgusted, he's not even vaguely embarrassed. His eyes just shine in pure awe.

"I've never… I mean…" he whispers.

You shrug, still unsure about the whole situation. "Me neither."

He remains silent for a moment then leans forward to whisper in your ear and his breath feels as hot as the summer afternoon sun on bare skin.

"Well… from now on I really hope to see more of it."

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Chapter 5 can’t come soon enough I’m going feral thinking of the Hades boys being voiced

Since you did Levi, any chance I can get some make out hcs of the hades guys? Feel free to skip orias since we don’t have much info about his character yet ty ty! 💜

Oh goodness, anon this ask has been sitting for a minute...I am ofc happy to do it and I thank you for waiting on this ;.; Let's start with our three main Hades bois right away!

Foras

A make-out session with him would consist mostly of him staring at first, trying to figure out why MC would want to kiss him. But once they lean in and he gets a taste, he's curious and wants more. Not clumsy even if he's inexperienced, moaning quietly as his hands gently reach up to caress the back of their head. He doesn't go too crazy, but he doesn't want them pulling away too far just yet, his tongue slowly crawling over MC's.

Barbatos

Oh my, he's been waiting to kiss MC since the first day he saw them. Finally, now he has the chance he grabs them, smirks before asking if they're ready and going in for a deep and passionate kiss. This would escalate so fast, not to sex, but his hands are roaming, clothes are being taken off, and MC's hands are playing with the fluffy curls in his hair. He loves the feeling, his tongue like a snake going deeper and deeper and exploring all areas of MC's mouth. He lets them pull back for air but he's peppering kisses on their neck and collarbone, his arms around their waist, he's fully naked, but MC still has their underwear on. He's not hard...which is fascinating, this is clearly him just focusing on making MC lose their mind with the kissing.

Glasyalabolas

Kissing? Making out? That's never crossed this giant devil's mind. It seems very tame though in his eyes. Why don't you tell everyone we made out and see how they react? MC thinks about it, but then convinces him, how about we make out in the middle of the city in front of everyone? Why don't you show how a true king sweeps someone off their feet? Oh...MC drives a hard bargain...he doesn't wanna be the direct cause but just maybe... The thought of it gets him hot, and he picks up MC into his arms and kisses them anyway. Despite being so tall and gloomy and mostly uninstered, this kiss has passion and fire MC has never experienced. He wants MC to melt in his arms, to be overpowered. "Submit to me..." is his mantra as his mouth takes over MC, sucking on their tongue and nipping at their lips...

Now for Orias...hm because of my personal feelings about him I'll do this little thing instead-

Orias

MC is talking to Leviathan leisurely, and Orias shows up and randomly gives MC a big smooch on the cheek and smirks at Levi innocently before walking away as if he got away with murder. Leviathan is unphased and rolls his eyes, but he does say he must tend to other duties before leaving MC alone.

Orias is visibly irriated. "Ugh, he didn't even notice. You said that would work!"

MC shrugs, and affirms they said 'maybe' and it wasn't for certain. As an A for effort, MC pats Orias on the head and gives a cheek kiss back. Orias is wide-eyed and rubbing his cheek, but as MC walks away he's determined to get more of those. "Maybe Levi will care if it's MC kissing me instead...hehehe"

#whb #what in hell is bad #jwhbasks❓#whb hades bois 💜#whb orias #whb foras #whb glasyalabolas #whb barbatos #ha the orias one is kinda cute tho #i went in on barb tho damn

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 3~

Her Info: 🪓

Part 1

<<<Previous Part _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, reader forced to cross dress, bdsm(leash and collar) monster plants, asphyxiation, public sex (in a separate room basically) oral on M!, not too much smut in this part.not proofread.

Anything in Red reader isn’t aware of

You’re running away from something, you don’t see what, but you hear it.

Something deep and resonating, as if it’s call is from deep underwater, your head rings from the sound.

The air is filled with so much rust, misty red clouds surround you.

You haven’t been paying attention to where you were running, through darkness around trees and over jagged rocks. Until your legs sink into sludge and you can run no longer. You hurt your muscles and keep pulling but nothing is freeing.

You try desperately to get out, finally glancing around you see vines and without thinking twice, you grab one.

It wraps up around your arm, and shoots around your throat, and pulls you out of the tar. The thick, -almost- liquid clings to your lower body, it feels disgusting.

you’re shallowly gasping, and reaching up to pry the thing off of your neck, but it’s holding fast. It feels like your throat is caving in!

Your lungs are about to collapse, no air is coming into you.

Your actual eyes fly open, and you’re still gasping.

You grasp at the things around your neck and feel the padlock first. It’s still there.

It was a night terror, but you woke up with this collar still around your throat, and the room smells like blood again!!

“Lucy?” She isn’t next to you.

You don’t remember falling asleep, or even what happened after you had sex.

She doesn’t seem to be around. Thankfully you remember your tethered, you get up and pick up the one leg of your bed to get your leash off of it before trying to dash and ending up choking yourself.

You go to the bathroom to look at yourself, you’re naked, and there are bruises you aren’t sure if you remember getting, your neck looks positively purple under the black collar. Your eyes widen as you try to pull the leather away from your skin enough to look under but you can only get maybe half of your index finger between it and you. It doesn’t help that your throat is sore on top of it.

You go get dressed and detach the leash part of the collar. The ornate padlock keeps you from removing the actual collar, you wonder if you could pick the lock…

Today’s another college day, so you’ll at least get Lucy to hopefully take this thing off.

You put on a hoodie and try to keep it hidden underneath. It’s kinda cute on you… No, don’t try an acclimate! This is weird!

You’re a little bit more mad than you’d like to admit. You drop your books onto the desk next to Lucy and she jumps.

“Heyyy Lucy, you forgot something at my place.” You point to your neck discreetly. Although thankfully nobody seems to care.

“…”

She’s staring into your eyes but it doesn’t look like she’s actually seeing you. Her usually pinkish skin is impossibly pale today… Something in your skin crawls and you sit hastily.

“Y-Y/N… Are you mad at me?” Her eyes seem so dark, and wanting, like an endless abyss trying desperately to swallow you up. You swallow away your previous feelings, probably for the best. Maybe she looked at your computer while you were putting the food away and wanted to impress you or something…

“No. I was just a little irritated to still be in this thing.” You tug on the collar with your thumb, and flash her your best smile you can currently muster. “And i didn’t sleep well” When do you ever though?

She instantly flushes, skin becoming pinker and filling with fresh warm blood, Her big eyes fill with so much joy they over flow and spill big glassy tears onto the table.

She puts her head down into her arms and her back shudders in silent sobs.

“L-Lucy!?” You put your arms around her and pull her up from her chair to take her out of class urgently, “C’mon, Luce, let’s just skip today.” It’s a bad idea, but she doesn’t seem right lately.

she almost looks like a completely different person while she smiles, from the expression she wore earlier.

You go to walk home, but she digs in her bag and pulls out her phone.

“I’m calling my chauffeur, I wanted to buy you new clothes remember?”

She lives in a different world. You take public transport and she doesn’t even drive herself.

A pearlescent pale pink Audi A8 pulls up and she walks toward it. Of course her ride would also be pink. The interior is a nice deep red with pale pink faux fur throws and pink heart cushions all over.

She definitely prioritizes comfort, and aesthetics, you give her that.

She even takes off her shoes inside, and crosses her legs on the chair next to you in the back.

Her chauffeur hands her a pink paper box and inside are delicate looking sweets. “Picked these up for you girly!” She says. Her leather gloves make you double take, but you imagine it’s just a professional chauffeur thing, or something. She does look pretty sick(as in cool XD)

Lucy eats just as adorably, thoroughly enjoying every single bite. She sweetly hand feeds you some. By the time you arrive downtown to a nice shopping district you’ve completely forgotten about the collar, and the red flags of yesterday.

“Oh!! Y/N can we stop at one of my favorite stores too!! They have really cute plus sized clothes!!” She stares into your eyes with big puppydog ones of her own her hands interlocked in a pleading kind of way.

“Fuck, sure, we’re already here!” You laugh a little, she’s too cute to turn down.

She puts a black card on the counters of every place you even glance at, getting you anything you might need. Somehow she knows all your socks have holes, your shoes were falling apart, and your pants all have this same stupid little hole in the crotch. You practically have a new wardrobe by the end of it and a second car comes to pick all the stuff up. You give the next girl your apartment key, she says she’ll give it back before you both need to return. Lucy whispers something to her before she departs with a curtsy.

Her employees seem happy, it makes you feel more comfortable with Lucy too, she must be nice even at home.

“Okay Y/N! Close your eyes! I’m gonna blindfold you and pick out something special for you!” You cover your eyes with one hand until you feel a cool velveteen fall around your head.

You feel her lead you with a manicured finger under your collar. The blidfold helps you feel less embarrassed, but you must look like a freak right now! A perverted freak! Your pants tighten at the thought, and make the scene even more indecent. You try and act nonchalant, but you can’t even tell how many people are around, you start to heat up, the anxiety building to a point where you almost take the blindfold off!

“Okay Y/N! I’ll help you get dressed!”

“I still don’t get to see anything?”

“Nope! it’s a surprise!” she giggles.

At least you heard a door close, you must be in a changing room.you reach around blindly for the articles of clothing and… Feel frills, and it bows out, it’s definitely a dress!

“No, wait Lucy! I’m n-not-!”

She kisses you and starts unbuttoning your pants, and removing your hoodie.

She feels you up as she does, and whimpers as she roams your body.

Her hands are hot against your skin.

Your frozen as the dress comes down over your head and lightly covers you.

She ties you in, tightening the waist to your body.

She puts a head band on your head, and unties the blindfold.

You’re in an all black frilly gothic lolita dress… And she put puppy ears on your head.

It’s weird how well the dress complements you, and matches the collar. You look cute— Wait! “Lucy!? I-I can’t! This is… This is too much!” She pulls out another leash, and clips it to you. Something about this is turning you on… You feel ashamed or embarrassed or both!

“I already paid for it! Pleeeeaaseeeeee?” She begs.

You sigh… At least in this bougie ass district you won’t see anyone you know.

“Fine.” You aren’t fully sure why you agree, but she gets on her knees and lifts your skirt, you twitch in your underwear uncomfortably.

“Hold this!” she commands. You do as she said, not sure yet what she’s doing, when she pulls out your cock. “I can’t resist! You’re too cute Y/N!”

You watch her this time as she kisses the tip of your already leaking cock. Your precum giving her pretty lips a sheen like it’s her favorite lip gloss…

She licks it off slowly, with her eyes closed, just like when she’s eating, she savors you just the same.

she licks up your underside eliciting shivers, “I-I love your cock! So much! Y/N! You have the best one!!” She bursts out, while slurping up around your shaft, and sucking on the tip. That makes you so hot… A girl like this? telling you that?

You cum on her face, and she uses her fingers to wipe off and then eat your semen up like it’s those sugary sweets in the car, with just as many “mm!”’s. You watch her with wide eyes as you catch your breath. She didn’t even have to suck you off… You must be more into this than you thought.

When she gets back up she fixes the dress on you and pulls you by the leash out of the room.

Other girls fill the store all dressed like you, in cute frilly dresses, they stare at you and Lucy as you leave. Her chauffeur is waiting for you both by the curb, your happy to get in somewhere more private.

“I’m sleepy, can you please take us home, Molly?” she takes her shoes off again, and gets comfy.

“Sure thing girly!” She speeds off and Lucy curls up with her head in your lap for the ride home.

You pet her hair and swear she’s purring.

You’ve never seen her home… But you imagine it’s—

It’s way bigger than you could’ve expected. She has a stable out front, You see another employee cleaning a Clydesdale in front of, and what looks like an eight car garage… Who needs an entire armada of cars!?

The lawn is entirely made of wildflowers it’s so colorful and mesmerizing in the bright sunshine. There’s bee boxes all around, and birdhouses and all types of feeders. Even some raccoons and possums are hanging out leisurely near a cushioned area filled with fruits and nuts.

Her family must love animals, and nature.

“W-welcome to my home!” She opens her arms in a grand gesture with a deep breath, before she sneezes into her elbow, “Ope! sorry, i’m allergic to pollen, but i love the stuff!!” she giggles.

She pulls you inside and leads you up a grand staircase, your new shoes (she got you some low heels to go with the dress) click against the lacquered lattice parquet flooring.

The hallway slowly gets pinker and pinker as you go on, until eventually you stop in front of a pink door with white angel wings painted on it.

She reaches into her cleavage, you can’t help but stare slack jawed, she then unlocks the door with an iron key, and puts it back.

“Here’s my room!”

You’re eyes scan the room in a fervor, she has a princess bed, the ceiling is painted to look like a cloudy pastel sky, and the room feels so comfortable, filled with faux furs and so many pillows. There’s a room before her bedroom with comfy sofas, an en-suite with a walk in closet that has another whole sofa in it…

“What do your parents do??” You ask.

“P-N-nothing! They do… Nothing. They’re both retired.” She seems to pale at that question that you thought wasn’t that deep.

“Oh, s-sorry! I didn’t know it was a sensitive topic!”

“N-no! that’s not it… Hah! i um…” she clears her throat, “Want some food!?”

You go along with her topic change but stay standing awkwardly, you swish your skirt a little. It does feel pretty cute— No. Stop that!

She picks up a landline (an old school phone) that’s shaped like a pair of angel wings on a pink heart stand. she presses one of the few buttons.

“howdy! what’s on the menu tonight,” She pauses to listen, “Ooooo!!! okay! can you send us up a platter of appetizers?” Another pause. “Yes please! Thank you! Oh!! And lots of drinks!! please and thanks!!!” She hangs up and swings her legs on her bed.

She finds you with her eyes, and pats the bed next to her. “Y/N! What are you doing still standing?” You we’re feeling a little out of place here, “Come get comfy in my lap!” She sits back against the regally canopied bed and starts arranging pillows and blankets into like a nest. You sigh, she’s really truly adorable. You don’t know why you even felt scared nervous.

There’s a familiar metallic tang in the air.

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MHA Boys x Couch Surfing!Reader (kinda) -Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Tamaki (separately)

A/n: here you go @sour-patch2000, so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy!

And as always, feel free to reach out to me to rewrite any part of this or if you want to request again! <33

General info:

Genre: fluff/comfort/slice of life..? \\ wc: 1,159 in total (roughly 300 each) \\ posted: 01/25/2024 \\ requested

Warnings!: Hawks' real name, slight mentions of Hawks' and Shiggy's past, Dabi is over protective- kinda yandere? And I think that's it! Pls let me know if I miss any! <33

Dabi: (251 words)

Dabi gently stroked your cheek as you slept peacefully against his side, your head against his chest, one hand splayed across his torso while your other arm wrapped around his upper back. Anger swarmed in his eyes as he stared at the tear stains on your cheeks.

He wanted- no needed to figure out what happened and who he needed to kill. No one is allowed to hurt his love. You were at the back of his apartment in the middle of the night, soaked from the rain and sobbing uncontrollably.

Dabi immediately pulled you inside, hugging you against his warm chest, cooing comforting words as he stroked your head and kissed your face gently. You could have mistaken him for someone else entirely if it weren’t for his soothing scent, deep voice, and scarred hands.

After a while you slowly calmed down. He didn’t let go until you did. He gently asked if you wanted to talk about it, and when you shook your head, he fell silent. He drew you a bath and complied to what you wanted.

If you wanted to be left alone, he would be cooking you a hot meal (which ended up burning); or if you wanted him to stay with you, he would. You fell asleep snuggled against the person you loved most in the world, clad in his clothes as pajamas and surrounded by his comforting scent.

You were safe with him. He loves you, and he would do anything to protect you.

(Dabi's masterlist)

Takami Keigo: (321 words)

“Okay- is this enough?!” Keigo calls from behind a heap of blankets in his arms. The fluffy material hid his face, his gorgeous wings poking out. “I hear women get really cold at night- if this isn’t enough, I can go buy more!”

Your troubled frown lifts at his playful antics, before you could say anything he continued ranting on. “How many more do you need?! What brands do you like- what sizes? Money doesn’t matter so tell me honestly! Oh, and what fabric? What col-” you silenced him with a playful jab to his side.

“This is too many!” You giggle ever so slightly, beginning to forget about the traumatic events you went through in recent weeks.

“It is?” Keigo pouts, dropping the fluffy blankets on the floor next to the couch. As he sees your amused smirk, he puffs his chest out proudly. “I knew that! I know everything!” Keigo teases, grinning ear to ear as he sees your bright smile come out.

“Sure you do, Birdbrain!” You giggle, sticking your tongue out at the goofball in front of you. The two of you have been friends for a few years now, though something tells you that you may end up as more.

“Oh! I know how we can use the blankets!” Keigo’s honey eyes go wide with excitement, causing you to giggle fondly.

“And that is~?”

“We can build a huge blanket fort! We can use the entire flat! We’ll have to buy a lot more blankets though!” He grinned, his wings shuddering in excitement.

Giggling, you were about to tell him that that was silly when you remembered how he didn’t have a proper childhood- or adulthood for that manner. He needed some pure fun in his life.

“Of course! But- I call dibs on the fluffiest blanket we can find!” You giggle, putting your shoes on.

“Hey- that’s not fair!” He playfully whined.

“Is to!”

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Shigaraki Tomura: (246 words)

“Kurogiri, clean my room. I want every inch of it cleaned and the stench of smoke nowhere near it by tonight.” Shigaraki commanded, crossing his arms across his chest as he stared at his loyalist servant.

Many would think that he was being rude and bossy- but Kurogiri could see that he was anxious about something. Putting the rag down, Kurogiri nods. “As you see fit, Shigaraki Tomura. May I ask why?”

“Someone very close to me needs a place to stay until further notice. She deserves the best we can offer- so she gets my room. It can’t stink from all of these idiots’ smoking habits.” Shigaraki snarled, scratching his neck.

Kurogiri’s eyes widened before softening. So that’s why he’s so anxious... “Of course, Shigaraki Tomura. I will have only the best provided for your special one.”

“Good. She arrives in a few hours; I expect it to be done by then.”

“Anything else, Shigaraki Tomura?”

“Kick that burnt arsonist out of his room. I’ll be staying there for the time being.”

“As you see fit.” Kurogiri bows before walking away. Once Shigaraki was out of eyesight he smiled softly. Shigaraki has never cared for anyone but himself that much since AFO took him in.

It made him happy to see his master getting along with other people. This was good for him... really good. As Kurogiri begins cleaning, he can’t help but imagine how special this woman is to capture Shigaraki Tomura’s broken heart...

(Shiggy's masterlist)

Amajiki Tamaki: (316 words)

“I-it’s not much b-but I hope i-it'll do...” Tamaki muttered anxiously; eyes glued to the floor.

As soon as you told Tamaki you needed a place to stay, he offered immediately; surprising you, Mirio and Nejire. Tamaki has labored the past two and a half days to make sure his guest room was perfect for you.

Mirio and Izuku helped him take out his several bookshelves and desk out of the room. Once the furniture was out of the way he deep cleaned every inch- including the carpet. Once he was positive that the room was in top condition, he began shopping. He bought a full-sized bedframe and mattress.

He begged Nejire to find out what your dream room was- and she agreed after about the fourth text- which was a lot for Tamaki if he were asking for something.

He did his very best to make it your dream room, buying you several pieces of furniture and decorations. He did a pretty dang good job too! He bought a few things for a few of his favorite hobbies, snacks, drinks, and left an envelope of money for hygiene products –and more-.

He wanted you to be comfortable, if you wanted to be alone you had everything you needed inside your room or right outside of it and if you wanted company, he would be willing to talk.

Tamaki immediately started panicking as he saw tears form in your eyes. “Y-y/n I’m so sorry! D-did I do something wrong?! Is it the wrong color!? Is the bed too big or too small?! Do you not like the-”

“No Tama, it’s perfect.” You whisper, hiding your face in his shoulder. Tamaki immediately stopped talking, his ears turning red as a flustered smile makes its way on his lips. “Thank you.” You whisper, sealing your gratitude with a kiss to his cheek.

Tamaki’s brain literally stopped functioning. He stuttered an incoherent sentence before blushing in embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands. You giggle fondly, letting him be.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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Hi, I got a request in mind.

Kind of anxious, straight female virgin smut with Pelle/Dead from Lords of Chaos. We are left alone at the house after the other guys decide to go out and we both decide to examine each other’s bodies, because we are both fascinated by the human body. This ends up leading to me wanting to know sex actually feels like, and he decides that could be interesting. Possible blood kink.

Love your blog so much, you're so talented & you're from my homecountry ahhh <3

Blood, Blade and Anxious

warning : smut, some fluff/comfort, blood, blood play/kink, knife play, kissing

Info : Thank you for your kind words dear anon und have spaß beim lesen ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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How did it start? Was it the closing of the main door, the closing of the windows so that the wind couldn't pass through the chilly hut? You two were the only ones left in the house.

The blond looked away at the drawings lying on the floor in front of him and the girl next to him still let her gaze wander through his room, even though she echoed his hands.

The pictures showing different parts of his body, the knife in his hand, there was something inside her that wanted to touch him. Her gaze knew that he was looking at her, that his bright eyes were running over her body, that he wanted what was underneath.

She slowly, almost cautiously, reached her hand out to his, tracing the veins and blood vessels that showed on his pale skin, seeing him tense up, still not used to touching people. But she wouldn't play, she herself could hardly stand contact but with him it was different with Dead.

She wanted to explore his body, to finally pursue her desire for him. ,,Can I kiss you?" suddenly came the question from the blond as he reached out to her, his hand gripping hers and her fear flashed. Despite the fact that they had been together for a while, sex was still something they hadn't needed before, but now. Maybe it was because of the fair in the room, the death, the fact that they were alone or maybe they just wanted each other.

Hesitantly, she nodded and moved closer to him as he pulled her close and kissed her. She tasted the warmth, the life tasting as he began to slide his free hand under her shirt and she pressed herself against him, wanting more and more, this nagging mixed with curiosity for more.

She had heard the others with Dead fucking their girlfriends and now it was time for them both. ,,Let me see you...all of your body...this beauty," he murmured as she saw something flash in his eyes, this morbid fascination for the td as she slowly lay down on the mattress, pulling her shirt up slightly and giving him a glimpse of her upper body due to the summer struggles, she didn't wear a bra that would have only made her sweat more.

But it didn't matter when he turned his gaze to her, she looked like a statue carved out of the hard stone. His cold, pale hands wandered over her body as he caressed her sensitive spots, testing how far he could go as he kissed her again.

Her own urges slowly filled with the desire for something else, her gaze went to the metal that made her abdomen tingle with sweet excitement. Her imagination flashed, a whimper escaped her and Dead paused as he kissed his way down her neck, looking at every little vein, sight and birthmark with morbid fascination.

,,What is it? My heart," he asked, following her gaze, a grin hushcd on his lips and she agreed, her heart beating up to her neck as he finally grasped the weapon and was in front of her as he kissed his way down her body, leaving light bites and placing the knife gently against her stomach.

,,That look...you wanted it all along...to see the blood, didn't you?" he asked, running his tongue over the flat of the knife, feeling her thighs press together as a breathless nod came over her lips.

,,Yes-Yes since I saw you with it...Dead do you want it too?" she asked a hint of fear coming from her a hint of insecurity flashed again that she didn't want him to not share this fanaticism. But when she saw that he kissed her again and felt the warm red stripes on her chest, she gasped into the kiss.

She felt him slowly stroke his middle against her thigh, his arousal fueled by the sounds of her imagination as his tongue traced the lace, praising her when he finally placed the tip against her belly. ,,I'll make you a masterpiece," he whispered as he made the first cut, not too hard to kill her, not too easy not to make it bleed.

It was just right that the little rivulets of blood flowed over her skin, her approval cascading over her lips. She felt his tongue wipe away the blood, he licked at the wound to get more, his muffled moans sending a wave of arousal through her body.

Her hands held onto him lightly as he continued to rub against her. ,,Feels-Feels good," she murmured, feeling him leave more cuts that would become small scars if he wasn't careful. ,,Do you want to... do you want to feel it too?" he asked, pulling her slightly out of the pleasure. As he stood up a little from her, allowing her to sit out, he put the knife in her hand and looked at him.

Saw how he took off his pants and his excitement was clearly visible in his underpants. ,,Here right here do it...let me feel it again please" he murmured and pointed to his pale skin she realized that for others it was cloying but for the two of them it was something else it shcine like a forbidden eroticism. ,,But-but how about the well position," she murmured as he ran his hands over his face and lay down on the mattress and she understood what he wanted.

She gave him the knife again, he stroked himself and she undressed with only the top covering her upper body as she threw her panties down on the mattress and took off the rest of her clothes.

He used his hands to slowly direct her to his bulge. Her center on his ridge, moaning as the two of them escaped, she was wet and the first drops of pleasure had soaked into the fabric of his underwear.

She began to move he helped her with the movement of his hands holding her on his hoscc the look in his blue eyes the lips she kissed earnestly felt the excited twitch of his shwnazes the tingling in her abdomen as she continued to move holding onto him one hand on one breast to support herself before she finally used the knife in the other hand.

,,I'll do-ah I'll do good I'll give you blood" she mumbled gasping for air the lust clouding her mind as she finally applied the knife making the first cut a little deeper than Dead knew he wanted.

That as the blood flowed over his chest and seeped down onto the mattress and she smeared the warm liquid his moans heard the rhythm of his thrusts as he rubbed against her she found her own rhythm. The room flooded with the sounds as he continued to cut her. With each cut he made, she lost herself more and more, surrendering to the pain and blood leaking from the blade and joining him.

The moment when they became too much, the blood that clung to him, that clung to her, the lust became too much as they both moaned and reached their climax.

The knife was dropped the blood on his torso was smeared again as she lay on this light the blonde put his arms around her she held her thanking her for what she had done.

She searched for something until he found the blanket and covered her lightly with it as he gave her another bloody kiss that for the first time tasted not just of love but of bloody lust that now connected them both.

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@icarus-star , @ria-coolgirl , @angelsanarchy , @nunezs-stuff , @mimi-kiwi , @oceansrose2002 , @shadows-from-helvete

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blinkysrewatchparty · 7 months

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Welcome to Blinky's Rewatch Party!

Hello Nighthawks, Sniggles, and Latte Hattes! You've found the official tumblr page for Blinky's Rewatch Party--where we organize semi-regular watch parties of Nightmare Time 2 episodes as part of our campaign to both share our love of NMT and hopefully get our grubby little hands on Nightmare Time 3!

Current Rewatch Party Planning Polls: None Currently Active!

FAQ with all the basic info under the cut!

WHEN ARE THE REWATCH PARTIES?

The Rewatch Parties are every other Saturday, at two different times, so that as many people as possible can participate directly! The schedule for the current round of Rewatch Parties is:

HOW CAN I PARTICIPATE?

Here on Tumblr, we will be using the tag "Blinky's Rewatch Party." You can use the tag to liveblog your rewatch, or wait until the story is over to post any and all thoughts at once. If you can't make either of the chosen times, that's okay! The tag's not going anywhere; simply watch and post your thoughts whenever you can. And remember to check out the tag to see what other people are saying!

If the Tumblr tagging system isn't your ideal communal watching experience, that's cool too. We're set up on several other social media platforms that you are welcome to check out!

Also you can follow this blog! It's not super necessary, but it will make keeping up with any updates easier. Also, likes and ESPECIALLY reblogs of any and all posts are greatly appreciated--I don't really care about notes for notes' sake, but since the whole point is to keep people watching Nightmare Time, I'd love for the parties to reach as many people as possible!

WHAT OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS? HOW DO I FIND YOU THERE?

We'll be hosting the watch parties here on Tumblr, but also on Discord, YouTube, and Twitter.

The link to our discord is here: https://discord.gg/Mz2P65mt29! it's super chill and fun and there's a surprising amount of discussion and theorizing about Chumby.

We don't have a specific YouTube page (yet!)--we'll simply be hosting the watch parties in the comments sections of the Nightmare Time episodes themselves. This will have the added bonus of really showing increased interest in NMT, and getting us one step closer to our ultimate goal: MORE HATCHETFIELD!

The link to our twitter is here: https://twitter.com/BlinkysParty. We will be using the hashtag #BlinkysRewatchParty.

For more information on participating in the Rewatch Parties on various social medias, go here.

WHO RUNS THE WATCH PARTIES?

That would be me! Hello! My name is Brooke (she/her), and you may know me on here as @man-down-in-hatchet-town. I want these watch parties to be as positive an experience as possible, so please feel free to reach out to me on this page OR man-down with any thoughts, questions, or concerns. Unlike Hidgens, I promise I won't show you my résumé!

Our discord is also largely managed by the amazing @abarryswiftexit! They are super cool and friendly and the real hero of this whole endeavor.

YOUR ART IS SO COOL! WHO MADE IT?

I'm so glad you asked! Our awesome text graphics and unbelievable avatar are all by my wonderful fandom best buddy @its-short-for-jackalope. Seriously, guys, their art is so good and interesting, so be sure to check it all out and give his page a follow!

Thanks, Jack! 💜

AND THE BIG ONE: WHAT HAPPENED IN 2005 TO MAKE THE HATCHETFIELD TIMELINE SPLIT?

I actually don't know this one (though I have lots of thoughts and ideas, help)! But I do know that rewatching Nightmare Time will help us get the chance to find out. So let's get our Bliklotep on and do this thing!

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astral--horrorshow · 11 months

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Previous Chapter》

Chapter 3: A Room With No View

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: I'm so so so sorry for the wait!! I had a nasty case of writers block for a while!! I'm going to try to upload every thursday, but that might change if the series continues into the school year.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, reader gets hit with a tranq

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: The brothers finally take you home

Word Count: 1400

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Your sock-footed shuffled across the carpet in your hallway, and into the bathroom. As you scrubbed your teeth free of any plaque that had built up over the day, your thoughts wandered to your favorite jacket and the Purple Dragons. Your jacket had been ruined, somehow. It had juice all over it! You didn't even know how it happened, and now it was runied! Even when you had ran it through the wash for the gajillionth time! You huffed sadly, forcing your thoughts to turn to your friends. They were acting weird. Kendra had been even more snappish and irratable, and she took it all out on Jase, who seemed relieved about something, but you couldn't fathom what.

Putting your toothbrush back in the mug on the sink, you started to head towards your bedroom when you heard footsteps. They were gradually growing louder, though you couldn't feel them.

The footsteps stopped.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that whoever it was would go away.

Then suddenly, a voice broke the uncomfortable quiet.

"Should I try to hide

The way I feel inside

My heart

For you?"

You opened your eyes again, recognizing the sound of the record player. You laughed at yourself as you went to turn it off. You should've remembered that the song opened up with footsteps. You finally headed to bed, relieved. You, ignoring how the record player was even turned on in the first place, assured yourself that you were in your own home, and you were perfectly safe.

Oh, how wrong you were.

When you were walking back to your bedroom, you felt a sharp pain in your neck. It was sudden, and before you had even been able to reach up and see what it was, you fell unconscious, your face plummeting towards the floor. Leo knocked Mikey out of the way and ducked under Raph’s arm to catch you, scooping you up before you could even hit the ground. He supported your back and the underside of your knees with his arms, pulling you close to his chest and spinning around. When his spin turned him towards his brothers, they were glaring at him, clearly irretated at his antics.

Leo merely grinned in response to their narrowed eyes and crossed arms, simply strolling past them towards the front door. His brothers shook off their annoyance, and excitement and relief bubbled in them as they walked out the door and shut it behind them, marking the last time you would ever see your home again.

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You felt terrible.

That is, your body felt terrible. Your mouth was dry and you could feel the bitter taste of the air on your tongue. Your entire being felt rusty, slow, wrapped in cotton and unable to move or produce a single coherent thought other than, “I feel terrible”.

You felt weak, and your bones ached like you were 100 years old. You opened your eyes to be greeted with a dark gray ceiling in a dimly lit room. Though it was extremely difficult, you pulled yourself upright, observing the place you were in. You were in a large bed with tons of stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets adorning it, in an odd bedroom. It looked like somebody furnished an underground bunker, because the walls were made of dark gray stone, and there wasn’t a window in sight. Turning your gaze to the bedside, you silently gasped and threw your hand to your mouth, which made a loud slap echo throughout the room. The creature that made you react the way you did was a sort of humanoid turtle wearing a bright orange bandana around his head. He looked up from his sketchbook, and his gaze locked on you.

Not for long, though, as his eyes lit up and he squealed in what you could only recognize as euphoria as he dropped the sketchbook and pencil he was using to the ground launched forwards at you, capturing you in an embrace that left your ribs aching and your lungs desperate for oxygen.

You panicked internally, who was this? What was he? What were you even doing there? Questions, panic, and fear mixed into a cocktail of emotions in your head, it was all too overwhelming for you. When he finally released his grip on you, he brought his three-fingered hands to your cheeks, and began to pinch and squeeze them like he was a grandmother doting on her grandchildren.

“You’re finally awake!”

You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, and you tried to pull away from his blue-green hands. To no avail, however, as he had an iron grip and you had a weakened body. “Where am I?” You asked him, voice scratchy from dehydration. “Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed, “Have a drink!” He grabbed a water bottle from the bedside table, and when you tried to reach out and grab it, he held it away from you. “Let me do that!” He cheerfully said, screwing the cap open and finally letting you hold it, although he kept his hands extremely close, as if afraid you might drop it. Feeling the cold, sweet water slide down your dry throat was akin to drinking nectar from the heavens. You tried to drink the entire bottle in one go, but the creature once again pulled the bottle away. “Don’t drink too fast, you’ll drown!”

Feeling much better, you asked your question again. “Where am I?” He gazed at you for a moment, before snapping back into his cheerful demeanor. “Oh, I have to call the rest of your new brothers! They’ll be so thrilled!” Before you could even wonder who the “rest of your new brothers” were, he opened the door, which you leaned forwards to try and see out of, and yelled down the hallway, his voice echoing, "HEY, GUYS, THEY'RE AWAKE!" You jumped yet again at his sudden yell, not knowing his voice could be that loud. Footsteps thundered down the hall from both directions, all sounding different. Three more of the creatures burst through the doorway, all of them different in many ways, but you could tell that they were all turtles. The giant one in a red mask held out his arms and approached slowly, like you were a small animal he was attempting to pick up.

"Hi, little buddy," he softly said, creeping ever closer. You instinctively backed up as far as you could go, frightened and confused. "What's wrong?" He asked, his arms lowering and his head tilting to the side. He actually looked confused about your discomfort.

You swallowed harshly, your widened eyes looking up at the turtles fearfully.

"I-" But before you could even get your sentence out, the one in purple spoke for you. "They're obviously confused, Raph," He said, putting a hand on his hip and frowning dissaprovingly at him. "I thought we all agreed that we were going to introduce ourselves first,"

"Raph was getting to that!" He said, his energy in the sentence leagues different than the soft demeanor he had just seconds earlier. He stood upright and cleared his throat, his head now turned away from the purple guy. He faced you again, a sweet smile on his face. "My name is Raph, little bud. These all are all of your new brothers," He said, gesturing around, "I'm the oldest!" He exaclaimed cheerfully, pointing his thumb to his chest and being the second to not elaborate on the "new brothers" part. The purple one stepped forwards, about to introduce himself, but the one in blue shoved him to the side and stepped directly in front of you. "I'm Leo, and I'm only just about the greatest ninja around these parts!" He boasted, also pointing a thumb to his chest.

"Yeah, okay, 'Nardo," the purple one said, shoving Leo in return. "Ahem. I am Donatello," it was all he had to say, and he looked down at you, as if he was studying you or something. "And I'm Mikey!" The orange one chimed in, raising an arm in the air. Once he was done speaking, they all looked down at you with something sinister in their eyes. "Okay..." You spoke with hesitation, "...Where am I?"

They all stared at you, and you froze. There was something more than sinisterness in their eyes. Raph spoke up.

"You're home, of course!"

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A/N: I'm sorry ya'll I originally tried to delete the part where Donnie is called a purple guy but i couldn't make myself. Also, chapters are probably gonna get a little longer from this point onwards!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @ssak-i @oleander-nin @averagerottmntsimp @katswritingcorner

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : You ask Solomon to take you to the beach to clear your mind of sorrow

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, angst, unrequited love

‧₊˚ a / n : one of the things Solomon and I have in common is that we hate the beach… coincidentally i was listening to The Neighbourhood’s “The Beach” when i saw Minx posted her event info lol so this one’s based on that song!

‧₊˚ e v e n t : thanks @solomons-poison por mentioning me in the replies, i don’t think i would’ve seen it otherwise 😵‍💫 this is for her summer event so if you write or do fanart feel free to join!

Solomon rested his head on the palm tree’s trunk and closed his eyes. The annoying smell of the salty water filling his senses, the unstable sand under his shoes swiftly rearranging as he tried to find a comfortable position to forget where he was at. It was nighttime, so at least he couldn’t complain about the intense heat and the burning feeling of the sun on his skin. The beach brought him memories, bad memories. And this time, even though he was with you, it didn’t change. It was bittersweet now, the way your laugh reached to him from the shore and he had to remind himself he was only here at your request, to see you happy, and yet he was miserable in exchange.

“Solomon!” his eyes opened lazily at your call, you were walking towards him, long white t-shirt drenched, you legs glistening with ocean water.

A knot began to pull from his throat, how could you look so painfully beautiful? He wished he could smile as genuinely as you did, but he offered his usual fake teasing smirk in return.

“Ready to go?” his arm slightly moved towards you to offer back the sweatpants you had discarded before running towards the water.

“What?! No way!” you laughed “won’t you join me in the water?”

“No, I don’t think so” he pulled a face “I dislike the ocean”

“You do?” your widened eyes pulled at his heart’s strings, you looked so pretty when innocent surprise painted your expression “I didn’t know that, if I had known I would’ve asked you to go somewhere else”

“You wanted to come here didn’t you? Something about the beach helping you to clear your mind” he smiled again.

“Right” you didn’t smile back, instead he saw a subtle wince of pain behind your eyes.

Solomon knew why. You missed the brothers, you missed Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke… And he could tell you missed that man your heart longed for. So once again that knot in his throat made it difficult to produce sound. You were there in front of him, so close to him he could reach for you, for your chin, for your lips. He wished he could wipe that sorrowful expression off your face, he wished his presence alone would make you shine like you did with him.

Quick and sudden blinks chased away your sad feelings, replacing them with a fake smile.

“Yes, thank you for bringing me here, I find the beach to be a healing place. Should we go somewhere you like next? The sun will come out soon so I think maybe if you wanna go for breakfast there must be some places open, right?”

Your friendship came to him as warm and timid as the sunrise in the horizon behind the water. He had brought you here for comfort and even when you still felt sad, you wanted to go somewhere of his liking next?

He sighed, pretending to get ready to leave and not because of the pain he was feeling in his chest. You were a good friend, so much better than he could ever be. How could he offer a genuine friendship when everything he did he did it out of love? Lying to you was easy, he did it everyday. Saying you looked funny when you concentrated so you wouldn’t think he stared at you for other reasons, guiding your hands when doing spells to correct you instead of just because he longed for the touch of your skin. But how much of a good friend could he be if lying was an everyday occurrence?

“Didn’t you say you didn’t wanna leave? We can stay a bit more if you want, I don’t mind”

“Really?” you laughed, his eyes soaked up on your fleeting happiness as much as he could “you’re such a good friend, Solomon, we don’t have to stay just because of me”

You turned around to watch the sun rise slowly. Solomon bit his lip to refrain from sighing again, watching your silhouette against the first rays of sunshine and the beach laughing at him once again, complimenting your beauty as to shove in his face the one person he wanted more than anything and couldn’t have.

“Of course I am, I’m the best of friends. Why don’t you run for a quick dip in the water before we leave?”

#; belles angst #minx summer fun 2023 #obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #solomon x you #solomon x reader #solomon x y/n #solomon x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #gn!reader #gn!mc

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bobfloydsbabe · 1 year

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illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

gift of intimacy

SUMMARY: Abby shows up at work to a beautifully wrapped gift waiting on her desk, and there's no doubt who gave it to her.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, bob being horny on main, allusions to smut (if you squint), possessiveness (if you squint). strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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SPECIAL THANKS: To @withahappyrefrain for inspiring me to write this blurb by sending this thot my way. I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here we are. Thank you!

A/N: I had a happy crying meltdown on Friday going through all your comments, reblogs, and asks. Thank you for your love and enthusiasm for this AU, and please feel free to send questions, thots, and musings about Mob Boss Bobby. I love talking to you!

Abby sucks in a deep breath, feeling her lungs expand in her chest, and blows the air back out through her nose.

She’s dreaded this moment since she left his penthouse on Friday night–satisfied but terrified that she’d let herself go so far with him.

She’d wanted to, though. She had begged him not to stop, and he hadn’t.

She takes the last few steps down the corridor and pushes the door to her office open. The door to his office is open and as she passes on the way to her desk, he lifts his hand in greeting.

Abby’s phone almost slips from her hand when she stops in front of her desk.

On it, where her keyboard usually sits, is a big white box with a black ribbon double wrapped around it. Her brows draw together as she puts her phone and purse down near the edge of the desk and examines the box. It’s practically weightless and there’s nothing on the outside to tell her what could be inside.

She watches the ribbon unravel around the box when she pulls it, and lifts the lid slowly, finding creamy white tissue paper inside, but there’s no note. No hint to who could have bought this for her, but she can venture a guess.

The man who sits just a few paces away in his own office, doing who knows what on his laptop. She knows he can see her if he sits at just the right angle, and something tells her he’s found it.

With unsteady hands, Abby reaches for the tissue paper and opens it up. A small gasp leaves her lips at the beauty staring back at her, and she feels heat rush to her cheeks.

Her eyes dart around the room, checking for cameras she already knows aren’t there. She looks to the open door of her boss’ office. There’s no doubt in her mind that he’s the one behind this, the one who must have carefully picked out the steel blue lingerie sitting inside the box.

Returning her gaze to the box, her hands tremble as she runs her fingers across the delicate fabric. Mesh embroidered with velvet lilies in a shade that’s as close to his color as he could probably find. It’s a gift.

Fire courses through her veins at the implication.

She belongs to him now.

“Do you like it?”

Her head whips up and finds Bob leaning against the doorframe of his office.

“I…”

Whatever she wanted to say dies in her throat.

“If you don’t, I can exchange it for something more suited to your taste.”

He pushes off the doorframe and is standing behind her in just three long strides. His hands land on her hips, the heat of them burning her skin through the black trousers.

“Sir, I can’t accept this.”

She expects his hands to still, expects him to retreat and admonish her for refusing such a beautiful and undoubtedly expensive gift, but he doesn’t. His hands hold on tighter to her hips as his lips find the exposed skin of her neck.

“Do you even know what it does to me when you call me that?” He purrs against her ear, making the small hairs at the back of her neck stand up. “What you do to me?”

She has to stifle a moan at the feeling of his soft lips pressing kisses right below her ear where her pulse races. His large hands move from her hips to her stomach, pressing her back against him. She feels his desire for her, setting her insides alight.

A moan passes from her lips. He’s everywhere, all over her, and her mind is hazy with the feeling of him touching her, kissing her, breathing her in.

There’s a voice inside her head screaming that this is wrong. That she’s getting into bed with the enemy, but a deep groan from Bob when she lifts an arm and grabs his hair, drowns it out. Makes it seem like it wasn’t even there to begin with.

“You didn’t tell me if you like it or not,” he whispers, teeth nipping softly at the spot where her shoulder meets her neck.

“It’s stunning,” she says. “How did you know my size?”

Abby lets out a small yelp when he spins her around, bringing her face to face with his dark lust-blown eyes, traces of the crystal blue she’s so familiar with nowhere to be found.

His hands trail up to her face where his thumbs brush against her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about you all weekend,” he says, voice low and husky. “Since you left my bed, my apartment.”

His thumb moves down to her mouth, and he drags the digit along her bottom lip. “My sheets smell like you.”

He leans down and kisses her lips. It’s soft, mouths moving in easy unison. A gentle dance.

He goes to pull away, but Abby wraps her arms around his neck and drags him closer, licking into his mouth. He takes a few steps until her ass meets the edge of her desk and the pen cup rattles at the force of it.

His lips leave hers, dragging down the column of her throat, leaving wet kisses in their wake.

“I know your size,” he groans as he reaches the top of her breasts. “Because no one can forget a body like yours.”

His fingers undo the top button of her shirt, revealing more of her breasts, and he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh.

Abby’s head swims with desire, her eyes closed shut to focus on the feeling of him. Her entire body is burning with need, and if someone couldn’t walk past the office and see inside, she would have let him continue his exploration of her skin.

“Sir,” she pants, heaving for breath. She pulls his hair to get him away from her chest, even though it’s the last thing she wants. Her body is screaming at him to keep going.

“Sorry,” he mutters, just as breathless as she is. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Her heart pounds as she reaches for his tie to straighten it out. “It’s okay,” she tells him and means it.

She turns back around to her desk. The box with the lingerie still sits open, and she reaches out for it, running her fingertips over the fabric again.

“It may be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned.”

“It would look even better on my floor after I take it off you,” he says against her earlobe, before pulling back and walking back to his office, closing the door behind him.

She pulls the chair away from the desk, sinking into the dark leather seat. Unresolved tension hangs in the air and her body feels electric.

She knows she’s in trouble. She came here with a job to do, but getting involved with the boss of a rival organization was definitely not in the job description.

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#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x oc #robert floyd x oc #fic: illicit affairs #fic: mob boss au #oc: abby lennox #otp: flennox #mob boss bob #helenawrites #mywriting #writtenbyme #madebyme #mob boss au #top gun maverick

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topaz-witch-tea · 6 months

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absolutely loving the au, here to ask a question and to offer up my own ideas because i am brainrotting and adoring this

my question is, are you ok with people writimg their own fics of this au? credit of course will be given to you if permission to post is permitted on ao3, and it'll also be gifted, but i haven't written anything for hsr yet and i wanna get to practising the sillies

second, what ideas/petnames/doting names did jy, yx and df call yanqing when he was younger? and alternatively, if there's ever a time where yanqing is upset, would they call him that, even when hes a bit older, to comfort him, just an old habit they can't shake?

and, also, what similarities do yoy think he shares the most with each respective parent? yingxing and him definitely bond over swords,but what about the others?

i have plentyyy more ideas brewing in the ol noggin but i adore this AU, i think its wonderfully written and i cant wait to see what happens in elegy! have a good day!

Hello!!!!

Yes! Please feel free to write your own fics of this au, just remember to credit me and let me know because I would love to read it. 🥰 If you want any information on my AU that I have not posted about/published yet, let me know I will be more than happy to provide you with the info. Feel free to message me if you have any questions. 😁

The main petname that shows up in the fics is "Little Bird". All three of them call Yanqing this because when he was little, the sparrows and fiches would like to perch on his crib to look at him and Yanqing loved to copy them. He would flap his arms to mimic a bird flying whenever he saw one. They still call him that in private, though it gets less and less common as Yanqing gets older.

It does show up when they are comforting him, especially when he is upset about something concerning them. When he is upset, Yanqing likes to hide in dark places where other people can't reach him. He'll hide in the corner of his bed with the drapes pulled down or in his closet behind his clothes. His dads will often call him "little bird" to coax him out to get them to talk to him.

You are correct, Yanqing shares his interest in swords with Yingxing. For Dan Feng, it's the arts, primarily music. The Vidyadharas are known for their music and profoundly sad ballads. Music has always had its place in traditional education, particularly those of wealth and nobility, so I see Dan Feng knowing music and incorporating music into Yanqing's education. I can see Dan Feng giving Yanqing his jade dizi as a present.

For Jing Yuan, I don't see it as any tangible like swords or instruments but rather politics. Even though he is young, Jing Yuan will also give him exercises. "Who is talking?" "Who is listening?" "Who is at this event and who is not?" "If this were to happen, who would benefit and who would lose?" Yanqing's birth has always been a focus of gossip and his every movement is judged due to his position and lineage. So Jing Yuan considers it important he knows how to defend himself in these situations. If the three of them were to pass, Yanqing would still inherit titles and fortune and Jing Yuan could not bear it if someone took advantage of his son after he passed.

AWWW!!! THANK YOU!!! I love answering asks so please feel free to send more. I am also excited for the next chapter. I want the angst to be perfect.

#yanqing #honkai star rail #jing yuan #yanqing’s happy family au #yingxing #dan feng #yanqing's happy family au asks #hsr

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skiller0dani · 1 year

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Secrets | Part 3

M A S T E R L I S T Other Masterlist Harry Potter Masterlist

smut | shy!hufflepuff!reader requests info w.c | 3.9k summary | You begin to discover that moving on from Sebastian isn't as easy as you thought it would be.

This was always meant to be more of a Sebastian story, but Garreth is having a bigger role than I expected. Oops lmao but that's why this might seem Sebastian-biased. It was always intended to be a reader x Seb story. Who knows how the story will evolve as I write it though! I never plan the parts ahead of time, I usually just wing it when I sit down at my computer.

I know some of you wanted this to be slower, but I didn't plan on this being longer than 4 maybe 5 parts (knowing me it will be lmao). Perhaps I'll write a slow burn Sebastian story in the future, this was never going to be long enough for that. I hope you still enjoy this anyway!

Song This Song too lol

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The worst part about a breakup is catching yourself falling into old habits that you don't need anymore. Like how you only realize you don't need to go to the Slytherin common room before lessons when you're already halfway there. Or that you don't need to grab an extra muffin at breakfast because Sebastian slept in again. Taking notes twice in Defense Against the Dark Arts, unnecessary. Reaching for his hand in the hallway only to remember he isn't there hurts more than you'd care to admit. You could feel Sebastian's eyes on you sometimes, whenever he was actually at school. According to Ominis, Sebastian has spent a lot of time disappearing from the castle and leaving the grounds altogether. Not that you were asking about Sebastian, you were just...making conversation.

You tried not to worry about him, after what he lied to you about. You tried not to even think about him at all, because when you did you thought about Solomon Sallow. Thought about Sebastian killing him, thought about his poor sister who was all alone now. Thought about how Sebastian kept this from you for the entire 18 months you two were together. He pursued the Dark Arts, taught himself the Unforgivable Curses and used them. All of them! Thinking about it made you want to cry all over again, made your stomach twist and turn. You felt so angry, heat and rage engulfing you at the mere mention of Sebastian's name. Beneath the anger is sadness unlike anything you've ever known. You feel like your heart has been crushed, left in pieces and you have to dig them out and put them back together. You didn't even know how.

Garreth helped, you spent all your free time with him, like you used to before you and Sebastian got together and he practically banned all contact with Garreth. Now you know why. Sebastian knew Garreth would tell you the truth, he knew Garreth would do what he couldn't. Sebastian felt threatened by Garreth, that much was obvious. Oddly enough, Garreth seemed threatened by Sebastian too. You mostly helped him with his potions, the two of you spent a lot of time wandering the castle grounds looking for ingredients. Which is where you found yourself currently, slowly strolling the grounds. Fall was in full swing, the leaves slowly turning orange and falling from barren branches. The wind had a cool edge to it, slowly sweeping in winter.

"You think Leaping Toadstools would be easier to find...seeing as they're leaping and all..." Garreth complained, his eyes scanning the ground for the red caps of the mushrooms. Your shoulder was pressed against his, your cheeks tinted pink from the chill. Neither of you mentioned when you kissed him...but you thought about it more than you cared to admit. You were beginning to think about him more often as well, your mind drifting to places it hadn't been since before Sebastian. You hate that this happened. That moments in your life are now categorized as 'before Sebastian' and 'after Sebastian'. You never wanted there to be an after.

"Perhaps they shrivel in the cold. Or simply burrow further..." You muse, the grounds were oddly bare of Leaping Toadstools. They usually gave you quite a fright- leaping out when you least expected it. Now you couldn't hear the thump thump thump of their enthusiastic leaps.

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"They have a powerful healing property, along with other effects. I'm hoping to dilute them into a new drink I'm making." Garreth explained, his eyes lighting up suddenly.

"Aha! Gotcha." He smiled victoriously as he pulled a few Toadstools from the ground, tossing them into the bag he brought along. You felt the cold breeze now that Garreth had knelt down, his body heat had kept you at a comfortable temperature.

"C'mere, I'm cold." You whined, bringing a smile to his face.

"Patience, brilliance takes time." Garreth retorted, making you laugh.

"Brilliance? Anybody can pull Toadstools. It'll take more to impress me I'm afraid." You tease, feigning an unimpressed tone.

"Yeah? Guess I'll have to make such an amazing drink, you'll be begging me for more." Garreth rose to his feet then, his green eyes a shade darker as he looked down at you. Your cheeks flushed, though you didn't know if it was from the cold or his close proximity. His chest was nearly touching yours, and there was this look in his eyes. It made butterflies erupt beneath your skin. Yours and Garreth's friendship had this new dynamic that was different than before...this tension. It wasn't something you were protesting however.

"It'll take quite a lot to make me beg Weasley." You fired back, slightly breathless as your eyes glanced down at his lips for a second.

"I'm never one to shy away from a challenge." Garreth shot back, playfulness gleaming in his eyes before he briefly glances over your shoulder. He's angry with himself as soon as he does because he knows you'll follow his gaze. Sure enough you look behind you and your eyes land on Sebastian, who was walking through the main gates from beyond the castle grounds. You take a step away from Garreth subconsciously, your gaze not leaving Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes meet yours, but he looks away just as quickly. He kept his gaze on the ground, he seemed different. Utterly defeated. It crushed him to see you with Garreth, but he usually saw you with him more often than not.

You almost wanted Sebastian to lash out, to yell at Garreth, to break something, to do something Sebastian would do. But this? Slumped shoulders, and not even a word spoken to either of you? He's completely given up, and you wanted him to at the very least fight for you. But he isn't. He's accepting your choice, which you should be grateful for. But it's just so unlike him, so unlike the man you fell for. The man who isn't afraid to defy the law to fight for the people he loves. Where did that man go? Garreth watched your eyes linger on Sebastian as he walked into the castle and he grit his teeth. It's been weeks and you were no closer to letting Sallow go than the day you kissed him in the Gryffindor common room. He knew this would take time, knew that when you fell you fell hard. He just needs to give you more time, your heart was opening up to him day by day.

"Ready?" Garreth asked after a few more moments of silence. You quickly nodded, following Garreth back inside to his potions station in the Potions Classroom. Luckily Professor Sharpe was seen making his way to Hogsmeade so you wouldn't have to think of a way to get rid of him. He didn't exactly appreciate Garreth's creations being brewed in the classroom. Actually he probably didn't want Garreth to brew them at all. The castle was cozy and warm when you entered, and the heels on your shoes clicked softly on the marble flooring. You were ashamed to admit this, even to yourself, but you scanned every face you passed. Hoping you'd see Sebastian, hoping he would stop you and Garreth. Hoping you could yell at him, and that he would still be standing there after you did.

But you didn't see him, because he never waited. Never confronted Garreth, never tried to talk to you. It made you so angry, did you really mean so little to him? Were you just a piece of ass for him? Someone he can say he conquered? Another notch carved on his bedpost?

"...you in there?" You heard Garreth's voice then, looking at you with concern. Maybe pity. Had he said something to you?

"Yes. Sorry." You apologize sheepishly as you make your way down the hallway to Potions. You follow him to his table, and sit down on one of the stools as Garreth drops the bag he was holding onto the floor. He turns the burners beneath the cauldron on, letting it warm before he turns to you.

"What's got you in your head so much?" He asks softly, his worried eyes on you. His gaze was making you feel all hot and tingly.

"Sebastian." You said honestly, much to Garreth's dismay. He was hoping the more time you spent with him the less you'd think about Sallow. You really are under his spell. Garreth was trying to be understanding, and maybe he was just biased because of how deeply he dislikes Sebastian.

"Eventually, you won't think of him at all. Just give it more time, you're heart is still healing." Garreth says gently, turning back to face the cauldron once the water starts to bubble. That's what you're afraid of, that someday Sebastian won't even cross your mind when once he was your everything. You have a hard time letting people go.

"I hope so. I just want to feel okay again." You say softly, and Garreth hums in agreement. An idea hits him then, perhaps this is you extending an olive branch.

"Speaking of which...I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend. We could go to the Three Broomsticks, get some sweets at Honeydukes. I'll buy you anything you like." Garreth tries to play it off casually, but you can see the blush dusting over his cheeks.

"Like...a date?" You ask for clarification, your heart thumping heavily in your chest. You feel a rush of excitement shoot up your spine, and you try to keep the smile off your face.

"Yeah, like a date." He confirms, throwing you a smile that makes your insides melt. You feel the tension growing in the room, it's nearly suffocating. You wished Garreth would just touch you, the way Sebastian had. Like how Sebastian ran his hands over your bare skin, how he pressed his lips against your-

Why are you thinking about Sebastian?

"I-I'd love to go on a date with you." You say, suddenly feeling bashful. You want to kiss Garreth so badly its nearly consuming you, but you don't want to rush things for him. You don't want to rush things for yourself. He had a point when he turned you down that day...your heart is still trying to heal from Sebastian. You might just be emotional and confused, and you're still thinking of Sebastian. Even now, the very moment you agreed to go on a date with Garreth.

"Great! I'll meet you outside your common room after lessons on Friday." Garreth beamed, and you couldn't fight the smile as it made it's way onto your face.

You know what Sebastian would say if he knew what you were doing. You knew the look he would give you, arms crossed with one brow raised. You used to take night walks all the time before you started dating Sebastian! You knew how to bat your eyelashes at the prefects, and you knew which prefects harbored a crush on you. You knew of these roses that had begun to grow just outside the castle grounds, and you thought they'd made the perfect base for a blush. You weren't one for makeup but your date with Garreth was this weekend and you wanted to give makeup a try. So after Garreth had said goodnight, you waited until he was far enough away and snuck out of the castle and into the night.

Though, in hindsight, that may not have been the wisest decision.

Perhaps Sebastian was so protective because he knew of the dangers that lurked beyond the castle grounds. Clearly he'd had more run ins with danger than you previously anticipated. Maybe if Sebastian hadn't gone and screwed everything up, you wouldn't be off wandering a little too close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. You blame all of this on him, and you hate yourself for still loving him. The moon was shining brightly overhead as you searched the prickly rose bush for the reddest rose, you needed the color for your rogue to be perfect. Maybe if you hadn't been so enthralled you would have heard the twigs snap in front of you. Maybe you would have seen the dark silhouette looming in the trees.

"Look what we got here boys..." You hear a voice say, making you jump. You feel a sickening chill run down your spine as 3 dark figures emerge from the trees. Poachers, you recognize the leather jackets they're wearing. You glance behind you, the castle is still in sight, but too far away to run to. You'd never make it. You raise your wand, you know the defensive spells but have never actually had to use them. The roses in your hands drop to the ground, your entire body is shaking.

"You're out late, breaking the rules naughty girl?" One says, his teeth yellow and his breath reeking of booze. You skin crawled when he said naughty girl. The sultry tone made you feel sick, you could see their eyes raking your figure up and down.

"Was j-just about to head back. Goodnight gentlemen!" You say hurriedly, keeping your tone light and polite so as not to offend or enrage them. You try to hurry past them, hoping they let you leave.

They don't.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't care for our company?" Another man asks, taller than the other one.

"N-Not at all, I don't want the prefects to notice-"

"To notice what, love? That you're a dirty slut who likes to tease older men?" The shortest of the three says, his voice low and his pupils blown. You felt sick with the way he spoke to you, and panic was slowly taking hold of you. What would Sebastian do if he were here? Show them no fear and attack first, probably. Unfortunately for you, you were nothing like Sebastian. Your palms were shaking as you glanced over your shoulder, the only thing behind you was the Forbidden Forest. You were sure to die if you tried to escape through there.

One man grabs your wrist, yanking you against his body. You scream, fighting and thrashing against him. He reaches up and slaps you hard, your cheek splitting open just under your eye. He sneers at you, clearly entertained by the terror on your face. You feel tears pushing at your eyes, leaning away from him as he begins to inch his face closer to yours.

"Stop! Let me go!" You're yelling and crying, watching with panicked eyes as the other 3 men slowly close the circle around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing this to be over. For them to let you go.

"Confringo!" You hear someone shout, and the 3 men are blasted off you. Fire ignites their clothing as they scramble away from you, and you nearly cry from relief when you see Sebastian quickly yanking you behind him.

"S-Sebastian!" You cry, your hands instantly grasping onto the back of his robes.

"Mind telling me what you're doing out here, dove?" Sebastian asks incrediously, his shoulders rigid as he uses his body to shield yours.

"T-Trying to make blush!" You squeak as the 3 men rise to their feet, fury in their eyes.

"You've got to be kidding. Blush?" Sebastian asks, exasperated. The shortest of the men got burned worse than the others so he turns and hightails it as soon as he's on his feet. The other 2 look Sebastian right in the eyes, their wands raised.

"Stand back sweetheart, let me deal with them." Sebastian orders and you don't hesitate to follow his instructions. You press yourself against one of the trees, standing at a safe distance with your heart lodged in your throat.

"Bombarda!" One man shouts, an explosion bursting from the tip of his wand.

"Protego, Stupefy!" Sebastian is quick to send the blast back at him, sending the tall man flying backwards. Luckily these men are all drunk, and while they were itching to pick a fight they weren't exactly in the best condition to do so.

"Confringo!" Sebastian yells, sending a blast of fire at the last man who turns and runs after his friends with his britches still on fire. With the immediate danger gone, Sebastian turns to you again.

"Are you alright?" He's distant, won't meet your eye. His shoulders are still slumped, and there's a hollow look in his eyes. You nod, feeling adrenaline rushing through you. Your entire body is thrumming with anxiety and this tremendous need. He eyes the cut on your cheek, reaching up to gently wipe away blood before it runs down your cheek.

"Y-Yes." You stammer, slowly gravitating towards him when you hear sounds coming from the forest.

"Risking your life for blush eh? What's the special occasion?" Sebastian is making small talk, he knows you're still angry with him. You've spent the last 4 weeks completely ignoring him, you're just scared. Which is why you're opening up to him now.

"D-Date with Garreth!" You rush out before you have a chance to remember who you're talking to. His jaw locks.

"Oh."

"Sorry." You say instantly, sometimes you're too nice for your own good. You suddenly remember that Sebastian killed someone, he explored the Dark Arts. He almost lost himself to Dark Magic and worst of all he lied to you about it. You feel rage simmering under your skin, your palms twitching.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact before you realize you even moved at all. You see a red palm mark on his cheek, but he doesn't look angry. He looks sad, which is how he usually looks these days.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I even did that!" You explain hurriedly, but Sebastian shrugs you off.

"It's okay. I deserve it." He says softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. He's right, he does deserve it. That doesn't mean you want to hurt him, that's not who you are. You still feel your body shaking with adrenaline, can feel it coursing through your body making you squirmy and an uncomfortable heat to surge through you. You eye Sebastian as you take a step closer to him, your body thrumming with energy. You've never been in danger like that before. Never seen Sebastian fight anybody before other than a duel in the hallway. It was...hot. His cheeks were slightly flushed, one still red from your palm. His lips were parted, his eyes downcast as if he were afraid to make eye contact.

Perhaps Sebastian had rubbed off on you, perhaps he awakened an animal inside you that day in the Undercroft. Perhaps you wanted to slap him, kiss him, and then slap him again. Perhaps you just might.

"What are you oomph-" Sebastian is cut off when you fiercely press your lips against his, taking him entirely by surprise. Your lips move hungrily against his, your arms winding around his shoulders while he holds tightly around your waist, crushing your body against his. You kiss him with an intense need, your lips moving against his. You part for air briefly before pressing your mouth against his once more, desperation driving you. You're angry with him, so angry you can feel it burning beneath your skin. You feel so deeply betrayed, and you don't know if you'll ever forgive him. Luckily for you, you don't need to forgive him in order to kiss him. Sebastian will happily take any contact you give him, anything at all is better than the icy nothing you've been giving him the last few weeks.

"Been needing you Seb, needing you to make me come." You whisper against his lips making him groan as he gently presses your back against one of the large trunks of the tree.

"Thought you hated me." He says against your lips.

"I do." You confirm, your hands pulling desperately at his belt. Your words sting, and he would be lying if he said they didn't crush him. But he deserves it. Deserves every ounce of anger you have and more.

"Please touch me, do something. Please." You beg breathlessly and instantly Sebastian is dropping to his knees before you. He'll do anything to earn your forgiveness. Anything. Before you can comprehend what he's doing, he's throwing your legs over his shoulders to hold your entire weight as your feet dangle off the ground. Your back is still against the tree and you feel a heartbeat from between your legs as you gaze lustfully down at Sebastian.

He's turned you into an animal.

Sebastian pulls your panties to the side before leaning forward, instantly latching his mouth onto your cunt. He buries his face into you, his tongue already lapping at you and drawing sweet moans from your mouth. One of your hands winds tightly into his hair and the other reaches up to find purchase against the tree.

"Oh fuck, S-Seb don't stop." You whine, and Sebastian swears you've never looked more beautiful. You grind your hips against his face, shamlessly using him for your pleasure. You've been so pent up the last few weeks and you couldn't as easily jump Garreth's bones. You tried, and he said to slow down. You feel guilt prickling at you when you remember your date with him in a few days, and you're here with your ex-boyfriends head between your legs and you're whining and begging for more.

Sebastian suckles your clit, his tongue licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit before he circles it with his tongue. He continues the motions that make your heels dig into his back, continues to flick his tongue against your clit, causing you to yank on his hair as your orgasm approaches. Sebastian moans against you, his eyes closed and he looks like he's in absolute heaven between your legs. You grind against his mouth as your orgasm builds, and Sebastian lets you use him. He wants you to use him, its far better than not having you at all.

"G-Gonna come Seb, don't stop. Don't you d-dare stop." You warn weakly as you moan softly. Sebastian smiles against your folds, which are puffy and glistening with your slick. He's gonna be nursing a hard on the entire way back to the Undercroft, where he's been sleeping every single night. He continues to swirl his tongue against your heat, dipping it inside and making you come instantaneously. You release all over his face, and he makes sure to lap up every drop until you're shaking and convulsing. Sebastian carefully places your legs back on the ground, his hands holding your sides to help you stand on wobbly legs.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact with his other cheek, and Sebastian looks both stunned and turned on as he turns his worried gaze back to you. He looks almost afraid you'll hit him again, you just might.

"I hate you." You spit at him, readjusting your skirt and heading back towards the castle, leaving a confused Sebastian behind. He realizes at once that he brings out the absolute worst in you, but you bring out the best in him.

"Are you alright?" Garreth asks you the next morning as he walks you to lessons. Your mind had been drifting, he could see it. Could see the dazed look on your face, the faraway look in your eyes. You hug your books to your chest, a blush searing hot on your cheeks. You're certainly not going to tell Garreth you had been thinking about Sebastian's head between your thighs last night, or that you were wondering how long you would last until you caved and sought him out again. Your eyes caught Sebastian's as you turned for Charms, but you quickly glanced back at Garreth.

"Yep, fine!"

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I saw the baby fushiguro ask box open and I got so excited! I’ve read every fic you put out (crossover or jkk world) and I can’t stop coming back to reread them!

Feel free to ignore this request because it probably gets tiring writing for that more than Gojo! Reader, but what if, and hear me out, baby fushiguro reader tried to go to the Bungo Stray Dogs universe, but accidentally ended up in the Beast! AU. If you haven’t read the Beast! AU, that’s perfectly fine! Like I said feel free to ignore this

Alternative idea though, baby fushiguro meets the hunting dogs (in honor of season four coming out in a few months)

As a fellow student, make sure you’re taking care of yourself and prioritizing your health, both physical and mental. If you don’t, you’ll make baby fushiguro reader upset (and we don’t want that). Have a great day!

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader goes to BEAST! AU of bsd

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungo stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungo stray dog's beast manga, angst & the most detailed shit i've written in a long while that i have also may or may not have cried to while writing : )

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungo stray dogs x child! reader

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): good parts by le serrafim

before you read: hi, in case you're new, you're megumi's younger half-sibling, and while you don't have cursed energy, you do have scarlet witch's powers and abilities! aside from that, as a special scarlet witch variant, you also have the ability to travel across the multiverse. how chaotic! furthermore, like your half-brother megumi, you are being cared for by gojo satoru, who also serves as your adoptive father. for more info, please see the masterlist.

being a multiversal being of sorts, you were aware of the vast range of universes that existed. however, you've never been to this particular alternative universe of bsd before, not until now. you made use of your dimensional travel ability and ripped through the seams of reality to see dazai and the others.

as usual when you entered the red portal you conjured, you were greeted with the ever familiar streets and atmosphere of yokohama. you immediately ran towards the reddish-brown brick building, climbing the stairs until you reached the fourth floor, and twisted and pushed the door open.

however, as soon as you stepped inside, you were immediately greeted by naomi who was near the door, carrying a stack of paper. you smiled and immediately wrapped your tiny arms around her to greet her, "naomi-nee!"

naomi's eyes widened, gasping softly in surprise at you and nearly dropping her papers, "h-hi?"

just as naomi was about to question you, you released her and ran deeper inside, only to find dazai missing. in fact, kyouka and atsushi were also gone, but what you discovered made you pale. your eyes widened as you stared at the familiar tall man with dark brown eyes, short reddish-brown hair, and a beige brown coat.

"odasaku-san?" you muttered, blinking.

before you could respond further, you felt a hand pat your head, prompting you to look up and notice kunikida staring down at you.

"what are you doing here, kid? how did you get in here?" he asked you with furrowed brows.

"uncle kunikida!" you exclaimed, gently removing his hand from your head and approaching him to hug his legs.

"me? an u-uncle?!" kunikida stammered in embarrassment with a bright red blush spreading across his face as he gazed down at you with wide eyes.

"since when did you become an uncle, kunikida-kun?" that was ranpo's voice.

turning around, you, kunikida, and odasaku saw ranpo, junichiro, yosano, kenji, and, to your surprise, akutagawa himself entering the office.

"i-i don't know this kid!" kunikida exclaimed, motioning at you, causing you to make a puzzled noise and tilt your head to the side, "she just appeared and hugged me!"

"you... don't remember me?" you asked, frowning as you looked up at kunikida.

"certainly not, kid," kunikida sighed, adjusting his glasses as he turned to the others.

you then cast a glance at akutagawa, and you can't help but be perplexed. what exactly is he doing here with odasaku? he appeared to be different. instead of the usual terrifying stoic expression on his face. he just simply had a blank expression on his face and was dressed in a gray overcoat, a black button-up, gray suspenders and tie, and dark calf-length pinstripe trousers that reminded you of both dazai and atsushi. for some reason, akutagawa appeared less agitated, or tamer, than usual

"aku-nii?" you muttered, blinking as you turned back to odasaku, "what's going on? why are aku-nii and odasaku-san here?"

"how do you know our names?" akutagawa questioned you, stiffening up at your words.

"akutagawa's right, who are you?" naomi nodded in agreement as she asked you next.

"i'm fushiguro [name]. i've come here before.. you guys know me.. should know me.." you explained, releasing kunikida's pant leg as you fiddled with your fingers, "but you guys don't.."

"are you saying we've met before?" yosano asked softly, tilting her head at you and placing a hand on her hip.

"yes! dazai-nii brought me here with sushi-nii and uncle kunikida!" you nodded, eliciting gasps and surprised looks from everyone in the room.

"who's 'dazai?'"

at that moment, a pierce of gray fabric had made its way towards you, but your reflexes kicked in and your eyes glowed red as red psionics held it in mid-air, much to everyone's surprise, preventing it from touching you.

"you're an ability user," junichiro gasped.

"where's dazai-nii?" you asked this time, your brow furrowed as you let go of the gray fabric that had shot out of akutagawa's coat, "why is he not here? why don't you like him?"

"I asked first, kid. who is he?" akutagawa grew irritated as he sent more tendrils of fabric from his coat towards you, but this time, odasaku had blocked each of them, standing protectively in front of you.

"akutagawa, that's not how you interrogate a child," oda exclaimed, using the metal ruler he stole from kunikida's desk to block akutagawa's attacks on you.

"dazai-nii is my dazai-nii. he was the one who protected me together with uncle kunikida when i saved sushi-nii from the bad guys!" you answered, getting annoyed as well as the red glow in your eyes dissipated.

"where's dazai-nii, odasaku-san? and why are you here? you're.. you're supposed to be..." you frowned as you looked up at oda, taking a hold of his pant leg and tugging at it.

"supposed to be what?" oda held a concerned yet confused look towards you.

you couldn't even mention it to him. instead, your lips trembled as tears streamed down your cheeks. he was supposed to be no longer alive. you were going to say that, but you couldn't. akutagawa is also not supposed to be at the agency. it's as if he took the place of atsushi. in fact, if you think about it, odasaku replaced dazai and kyouka was out of the picture.

"o-oh no! h-hey, kid! d-don't cry!" junichiro waved his hands in the air, "hey!"

"kid?" odasaku asked, watching you clench the fabric of his pant leg as you teared up.

everything was getting to you. what was going on here? why didn't they recognize you? why were they acting this way when you mentioned dazai? you didn't understand it at all.

"i want dazai-nii! where is dazai-nii?" you cried out, releasing a repulsive red energy created by your psionics. it shook the entire building and nearly sent everyone flying away from you, similar to a shockwave and earthquake.

as everyone shielded themselves and clung to strudy office furniture. ranpo took advantage of the situation by placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his free hand before staring at you, and that's when he realized what was going on.

"the one you're looking for is in the port mafia headquarters," ranpo exclaimed, dissipating the immense psionic energy in the air and reducing your cries to sniffling.

"he's there?" you asked, your tantrums subsiding as you cast a hopeful glance at him.

"yes, he's there," ranpo nodded firmly at you.

without another word, you activated your red psionics once more, but this time you used it to increase your speed as you approached the door. you fled the armed detective agency's office, with akutagawa chasing after you, but he was stopped by odasaku and ranpo blocking the door.

"what are you doing? the kid's escaped and they're heading straight to port mafia!" thrashed akutagawa in odasaku's hold.

"that kid wasn't lying when she said she knew all of us. she's someone from another universe who has seen and met our other selves from another universe," ranpo explained.

"alternate universe?" everyone chorused.

"that kid was either that "dazai's" younger sibling or someone close to dazai in the universe she's familiar with, which is why she was looking for him here," ranpo continued, folding his arms, "and if we didn't let her go, she would have most definitely destroyed the building and the entire area. her ability, whatever it is, it's dangerous."

as the detectives were left to mull over you and the existence of the multiverse, you made your way to the port mafia headquarters; a black building that towered over yokohama's ritziest neighborhood, which you were already familiar with. you were quickly stopped by the mafia's subordinates, men in black.

"oi, get out of here! this isn't a place for a child!" one of them yelled, shoving you away.

you ignored them and continued running inside. you yelped in terror, occasionally using your red psionics to boost your speed, but it was draining you as you ran away from the men in black who were chasing you. you closed your eyes and concentrated on feeling and sensing dazai. ranpo said he should be here, and you believe him. he must be here. he has to.

you opened your eyes again as you ran across a fancy high-pile rug fit for a throne room, eventually reaching the corridor after struggling to escape the men in black.

you had gotten a few bruises and scrapes along the way as they were able to catch up to you and snatch you in some cases before fleeing because you were tired. you came to a halt in front of a sturdy double door and realized you were getting close.

you turned around to see the men in black approaching you and yelling at you to stop. "dazai-nii! please open up! it's me, [name]!" you yelled as you returned to the door.

"this is not a place for kids! the boss will be furious when he finds you here, brat!" you cried out in agony as one of them finally caught up to you and grabbed your arm, lifting you in the air and gripping you tightly.

"no! no! dazai-nii, help me!" you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as you squirmed.

"shut up, brat!" they scowled as another yanked on your hair roughly, "quit your yapping!"

finally, the solid doors that had been closed earlier burst open, revealing a large office with every one of a kind high-end oddity from candlesticks to the desk in the center of the office. the floor and ceiling were black, and it didn't take long for the presence of death to fill the atmosphere when a furious voice boomed,

"LET HER GO AT ONCE, NOW."

when the men in black let you go, you fell to the ground with a thud, whimpering in pain as you fell on your side. you looked up and froze as you saw the men groaning in pain as they were surrounded by a red glow caused by a familiar ginger-haired young man. before you could react, you were suddenly whisked into someone's arms, but it wasn't rough; in fact, you were handled with care.

as you realized who was carrying you, your eyes widened. you recognized his unkempt brown hair and features, but they were bandaged, especially one of his eye. it was dazai, but something was wrong. there was something sinister was emanating from him. his tone was so venomous that it made you tremble.

"i told you to let her go, not drop her. pathetic. you all know what happens next, right? to subordinates who disobey my orders?" he scoffed, gritting his teeth in rage as he drew you closer to his embrace and turned to the other, "get rid of them, chuuya," he said.

"got it, boss," the ginger-haired mafioso nodded before using gravity manipulation on the men in black chasing you to get them all out of your sight as the doors closed, leaving you alone with dazai.

the icy cold tension in the air immediately dissipated. you looked up at the brunet, whose glare had softened as he faced you.

"[name]-chan.." dazai murmured, reaching out his hand to cup your cheek, "it's really you.. you're here.. finally here.."

"dazai-nii..." you found yourself tearing up as you returned his gaze. with that, you burst into tears, causing him to panic a little.

"[name]-chan! it's okay. it's okay, little bella," he said as you buried your face in his neck and gripped the fabric of his clothes. he then rubbed shapes on your back to calm you down, saying, "shhh, they won't hurt you anymore. you're safe now, i promise."

"y-you remember me.. dazai-nii.." you cried out.

"of course i do," dazai's lips curved into a smile as he held you, cradling you, "how could i not?"

"uncle ranpo, uncle kunikida, and the others don't remember me," you explained to dazai, sniffling, "a-also.. odasaku-san and aku-nii were there too, but they don't remember me either.."

when you looked at him, there was an indecipherable expression on his face as his smile faded into a frown. dazai looked down at you, almost lost for words, but before you could open your mouth to speak again, he beat you to it.

"[name]-chan, would you like to go eat lunch with me outside?" your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him puzzledly.

however, you were hungry and exhausted, so something to eat sounded appealing. you nodded, which brought back dazai's smile. just as dazai was about to put you down, he noticed some bruises and scrapes on you, which caused him to come to a halt.

"you're hurt." dazai's eyes, or rather, eye, widened, "fuck, are you alright? are you hurt anywhere else, [name]-chan?"

"no!" you immediately shook your head and waved your hands in the air, "i-i'm okay, really!"

"those bastards deserved what's coming for them. they shouldn't have hurt you," dazai mumbled angrily, clicking his tongue in annoyance, but not towards you.

"huh? what are you talking about, dazai-nii?" you quipped, tilting your head in confusion.

"nothing!" dazai exclaimed with a smile, the dark glaze across his eyes gone, "let me just patch you up and then we'll go out for lunch, okay [name]-chan?" you nodded your head.

dazai sat you on the top of his desk while he called someone from his black phone to come over. it wasn't long before a man dressed similarly to auntie shoko from your house arrived. you quickly recognized him as a doctor and allowed him to treat your bruises and scrapes under the supervision of dazai, and speaking of dazai, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring intently, as if he was waiting for the said man to make one wrong move and he'll beat him up or something.

fortunately, the doctor treated you well and left after bandaging you and acknowledging dazai. with that, you felt much better and more at ease knowing that you had been treated.

"are you ready to go?" dazai inquired, ruffling your hair and softly chuckling. "i guess we kind of match now, too, since your arms have bandages."

"mhm!" you nodded your head as you hummed.

dazai assisted you in getting down from his desk and extended his hand to you, which you gladly accepted. you could see a genuine smile on dazai's face as he peered down at you. he squeezed your much smaller hand with his larger hand almost childishly and innocently.

as you walked down the corridor where you had been chased earlier, you realized that the office you had been to was supposed to be mori's and remembered how you used to play and draw with elise there. mori and elise were nowhere to be found and it made you curious.

as you recognized some of the men in black, you followed dazai and immediately hid behind him, hiding yourself in his long coat. this made dazai reach out for you, saying softly, "hey, hey! it's okay," seeing how scared you were, "they're not going to hurt you. i promise."

dazai thought it was a cute yet nostalgic gesture. with him remembering himself in the canon world, the one you were familiar with, he was reminded of how you gripped him and hid behind his coat when he first met you.

you reluctantly took his hand in yours and squeezed it, but you stayed close to him. you didn't like being chased and yanked away again. dazai's brow furrowed, and his gaze darted towards his subordinates for a moment, glaring, already making a mental note to make sure he gives them a warning so they would never think of hurting you again. you were scared and even tried to deny that you were hurt earlier, and dazai found it unacceptable.

"i got you, [name]-chan. i'm right here with you," dazai reassured you softly as he led you out of the headquarters, squeezing your hand back as a form of comfort.

the port mafia was taken aback as they witnessed their normally intimidating boss soften around you. just who the hell were you, and what did you do to their leader? they had never seen him switch up so quickly before.

outside, you and dazai got into a black car, and to your surprise, dazai had asked the driver to take you to your favorite restaurant in the city—the one he had taken you to before when he heard your stomach growl, much to kunikida protests of him being an irresponsible adult for using you as an excuse to slack off.

when you arrived at the restaurant, you both took a seat at a table, and as soon as the menus were handed to you, dazai asked, "is omurice your order, [name]-chan?"

your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded your head and smiled, "yeah! that one!"

"the little lady will have omurice, and I'll have a plain black coffee," dazai instructed the waiter.

"you must be hungry after getting here," dazai said again after the waiter took your orders.

"yeah.. a little," you nodded your head, a pout on your lips as you rested your chin on your arms, which were flat on the table. "and i had to run too from those scary men in black.."

"i'm so sorry about that, [name]-chan. i'll make sure it doesn't happen again," dazai smiled as he outstretched his hand and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

after that, you became quiet. you had so many questions in your head. something was strange about dazai right now. he was unique. he had this horrible vibe about him. you weren't going to lie, you were a little scared, especially after hearing his murmur and seeing the dark glaze over his eyes earlier.

"is there something wrong, [name]-chan?" dazai inquired, watching your brow furrow as you stared at him, almost deep in thought.

"well, um... it's just that.." you scrunched your brow, not knowing where to begin.

"you're probably wondering why i recognize you and the others don't—that's one of your concerns right now, correct, [name]-chan?" dazai stared at you for a second, blinking before taking a deep breath and sighing.

"this world is just one of many others," dazai explained further, "and of all people, you should know, right? you're fushiguro [name]-chan. you're someone capable of traveling across the multiverse with your reality warping powers, which i can't even nullify."

your eyes widened as you realized what had happened. it was no surprise that the armed detective agency hadn't recognized you earlier, or that akutagawa and odasaku were present but not dazai or atsushi and kyouka. this world was an alternate universe, just like the others you'd visited, with a much older version of yourself as an example. bacause the multiverse is so vast, dazai's world would have alternate universes that similarly to yours.

"but.. if you're not in the armed detective agency with uncle kunikida.. and odasaku-san and aku-nii are there.." you muttered, putting two and two together, "that means they don't know you the same way they don't know me because you're.. you're.."

you closed your mouth. you got your answer the moment you discovered elise and mori missing, as well as the office looking a little different earlier, with dazai wearing the same exact clothes as mori.

"ever the clever little bella. you're not wrong, [name]-chan," dazai exclaimed, intertwining his hands on the table and smiling at you.

"but, why?" you furrowed your brows.

"because it's the only way, [name]-chan," dazai replied as the waiter arrived to bring you your omurice and his black coffee.

"i don't understand.." you exclaimed, frowning at dazai, "what do you mean?"

at first, dazai looked around. fortunately, there were no customers and the waiter had already left, which you found odd, but with that, he returned his attention to you.

"as i previously stated, this world is just one of many, but this world, this is the only one where odasaku lives, [name]-chan."

your eyes widened at the revelation and dropped the spoon you had just picked up.

"you know him. you've seen odasaku's ghost. you even had him and my other self reunite, even if it was only for a brief moment with your power," dazai continued, "and i saw it through my other self's memories."

so he already knows about you in this alternate universe, long before you arrived here. alright, you were getting a little scared now.

"i succeeded the previous boss to gain the advantage, to dedicate my life to protect what could have been," dazai stated calmly as he sipped his coffee, "honestly, i was surprised that you'd come here. i never would have thought, but either way, i'm grateful. this is also one of my universes that doesn't have you."

as dazai grasped your hand, you found yourself crying. you quickly had got a vision of what was going to happen to him because your emotions were amplifying your chaos magic. dazai planned to jump off a building. as you regained your composure, you drew your hand away, panting softly for air to calm yourself down.

"[name]-chan?" dazai stared at you with a baffled look, prompting him to reach out his hand to you to wipe your tears away.

you shook your head and continued to eat the omurice dazai had given you after wiping your tears. dazai frowned but didn't say anything. he just knew you saw something, and he hopes it wasn't about the book with his plan on set, because him knowing three or more people knew would destabilize this world. dazai let you eat your food and paid the bill when you were done. you and dazai got on the black car again, and the ride was quiet, even awkward.

dazai felt guilty seeing your eyes glassy with tears and slightly puffy from crying.

"[name]-chan, would you like to go to the park?"

dazai knows his canon self and his other variants, so it's no surprise that he knew you, and from his canon self's memories, he knows how much you liked to play outside and run, in addition to liking omurice and [favorite food]. dazai has the advantage because he has the book. he can make things work, at least in the best way he knows how. for the time being, what you saw with your witch abilities was the furthest thing from his mind. dazai wished to see you smile and be happy.

when he asked you the question, your eyes seem to light up. as you fiddled with your fingers, you slowly nodded your head. dazai smiled at this and asked the driver to take you to the nearest park in the city.

it was the same one you recognized when you and dazai were dropped and left the car. the same breeze, trees, and ambiance. the only difference was that you weren't with your usual dazai.

"so, what would you like to do first? wanna play zoomies? swing?" dazai questioned, crouching down at your height and ruffling your hair.

"zoomies," just as dazai had expected.

when you ran across the park with dazai—this dazai—it didn't take long for you to start smiling. he'd like to think that being with children was simple. it wouldn't take long for one to smile and laugh as if they hadn't cried or something if you knew how to play the right cards with them. you had so much fun running around and getting to know dazai that you openly suggested what to do next.

"dazai-nii! let's play on the swing next!" you exclaimed, running towards him and excitedly wrapping your tiny arms around his legs.

"alright, alright, little belladonna," dazai chuckled softly at his, giving you a gentle pat on the head, "i'll push you on the swing, okay?"

you spent the entire day with dazai, doing everything from zoomies to swings to slides. dazai's favorite part of the day was you playing with the slides because every time you slid down, he would catch you and pick you up in his arms, just loving the adorable smile and giggle you'd have afterwards. to see you so happy was just nostalgic and music to his ears.

you became tired at the end of the day, and dazai couldn't help but melt when you tugged on his pant leg and made grabby hands for him to pick you up. "up-up.." you said, exhausted.

"come here, [name]-chan," dazai grabbed you and cradled you in his arms, his heart melting as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck and snuggled up against him. "is little bella tired from playing all day?" he cooed at you.

"mhm..." you nodded tiredly, pressing your face against his neck as you clung to him.

"let's go back, okay?" dazai patted the back of your head as he gently cradled you, "i got you, [name]-chan, feel free to sleep."

as dazai was carrying you to the car, you clenched the fabric of his collar, causing him to hum at you, "hmm? yes, [name]-chan?"

"please don't leave," you muttered quietly, now clutching his fabric even more tightly, almost desperately, as dazai could tell.

"i'm not leaving you, [name]-chan; we're going back to the headquarters together," dazai explained, chuckling at your clinginess.

"no.." you whined softly, "don't go ever."

dazai came to a halt, blinking in confusion. what did you mean when you said he was leaving? he was deep in thought when you spoke up again, saying exactly what he was thinking.

"i don't want you to die, dazai-nii."

dazai had heard you say it before, but it was to his other self, back in the canon world when he got hurt and you went out of your way, risking your life, to get to him at all costs as soon as kunikida mentioned it, even if it meant coming across port mafia.

nonetheless, it caused dazai to freeze. even if you weren't his little sister, niece, or family in this alternate universe, you still thought of him as your "dazai-nii" and cared about him.

you were too kind for your own good.

it made him even more guilty.

"i can't promise you that, [name]-chan," dazai muttered sadly, clutching you tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks, "which is why i want you to stay here. i'll take care of you like my other self did. you won't have to worry about anything because no one will ever hurt you, and no one from your world will either."

"i can't be with you forever. i have a home to go back to," you said, looking him in the eyes, "but the only way i can promise to be with you is for you to promise me that you won't go. i'll come back to you as many times as i can now that i found you!"

"[name]-chan.." dazai's gaze softened.

"i promise i'll save you, so you won't have to jump off and leave! i'll save this world if i have to even!" you exclaimed determinedly, your eyes glowing red, "i don't know exactly why or how you're doing it, but you're still my dazai-nii, and i know how much odasaku-san means to you."

"but, [name]-chan, i can only do so much," dazai exclaimed. he sounded as if he was about to cry. "odasaku and i are never meant to be together on the same side, but if anything, he deserves to be on the good, so he can become a writer, and me? i have to be on the bad, and the worst as possible.."

"don't you wanna see his works? see him achieve his dreams?" you asked.

"i do, [name]-chan," dazai nodded.

"then, promise me, dazai-nii. you won't ever be alone again," you flashed him a close-eyed smile as you cupped his face in your tiny hands, "i'll come back to you and help you the best i can with my wiggly-woos magic. after all, i did promise odasaku to look after my dazai-nii, so i'll save you. you're still my dazai-nii, even here!"

fresh, hot tears welled up in dazai's eyes and streamed down his face, unable to be held back. he hasn't had anyone in a long time. this world was very different from the canon world, where he had the armed detective agency and people like atsushi. even with chuuya, atsushi, and kyouka by his side, he was alone. this dazai had become so numb from witnessing odasaku's fate from across the vast universes that he had forgotten what love was like and how warm it felt.

had his prayers been heard by the universe? could it even be the book? is that why it brought you here to him by connecting the physical and outside worlds? was it not by chance at all?

but, in any case, he loved the feeling of being loved—of having a family of sorts, whether you were his little sister, niece, or daughter.

dazai remembered seeing one of his other selves as your biological father, another as your uncle, and you as his younger sister. he remembered being so envious of seeing his other selves happy despite the fact that they didn't have odasaku because of you, and dazai loved you in all those universes.

"thank you, [name]-chan," dazai whispered in your ear, hugging you tight as you heard him sniffle, "please save me.. save me too."

[ author's notes ! just to clarify one thing, no, you don't know about the book, you just know that BEAST! dazai knows you from the CANON! dazai's memories, and the fact certain universes existed wherein it had you.

the reason for this has something to do with the knowledge of the book. if three or more people would know, the world would be destabilized. this is also the reason why your witch abilities made you see the end, and not the whole picture.

the reason BEAST! dazai wants you to stay because he has no one. he might be the port mafia boss with chuuya as his right hand man, but he's still alone and also because his universe is one of the few where you weren't in it :( ]

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