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tender-rosiey · 18 days

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hii! I hope youre doing well ^^ n I have a request!

Fatherhood Gojo, Yuta and Suguru (separate) seeing their daughter have a love interest

let’s say the daughter is like 4-5, just started school with a strong start, one day when they come to pick up their kid— they see a boy that’s also 4-5, giving their daughter flowers or something, how would they react?

(I can imagine mother!reader being delighted at the sight, gojo being dramatic, Yuta being stressed out, and Suguru having a polite smile but yet clenching his fist LMFAO)

“I WILL THROW HANDS AT ANYONE EVEN A KID"

— gojo, sukuna, and suguru seeing their five year old daughter with a love interest (f!reader)

a/n: here you go go <33 i am so sorry bae that I couldn't include yuuta 😭

GOJO SATORU:

your daughter is naturally charismatic.

satoru wholeheartedly believes that it is something she has inherited from him.

you disagree because you can’t remember anybody who remained friends with satoru after actually talking to him, aside from those forced to, of course.

now another thing that satoru believes is that said charisma is a double-edged sword. from one side, his daughter is able to make friends quickly which gives him a piece of mind.

on the other side, the thing that makes his vein pop is the fact that filthy dirt-covered boys approach her.

he thought he had solved that problem when he scared away that last kid during her ballet class , but it seems there are always people who are competing for her heart.

he didn’t expect to run into one today though, especially not one blatantly gifting her a bouquet in front of the school gates.

the kid is a blushing mess as he gives the bouquet to her, and your daughter is nothing less than ecstatic. she jumps around, really happy with her bouquet and squealing about how pretty it is.

the little boy smiles timidly as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, mumbling something that satoru can’t be bothered to care about.

the only things occupying his mind are two: the kid who dares to even speak to his daughter and you with your cute smile because you’re happy for her.

so, he arranges things as he prioritizes him.

he presses one big smooch to your cheek and squishes you in an ever so love-filled hug.

then he proceeds to make his way to deal with the kid who is making moves on his little baby.

he towers behind the boy, and before his little girl greets him, satoru carries the kid from his scruff and throws him in the ball pit conveniently placed beside him.

the kid screams as he falls into the ball-filled abyss.

hurriedly, he gathers his daughter in his arms and showers her with kisses. he nuzzles his nose into her cheek, “how was your day, honey?”

“it was so nice, papa!” she says happily them gets out the bouquet she was given, “and I even got this bouquet!”

“oh, really?” he hums as he takes the bouquet from her hands into his. he inspects it, distaste filling his expression.

you walk to him with a little pep in your step and place your hand around his shoulder, while you kiss your daughter’s cheek.

she squeals a delightful, “mama!” and throws herself into your arms.

you guys quickly get caught in your own conversations, not noticing satoru quickly releasing his technique blue at the poor bouquet making it effectively disappear from existence.

another day saved.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

being the daughter of ryomen sukuna had its perks.

people strayed away and kept their distance. however, your daughter was a natural sweetheart—ironic considering her father but anyway.

that meant that little boys around estate had a tiny little crush on her which they would never act upon since they do want to continue living.

of course, there is an exception to the norm.

and that exception came in the form of a little servant boy presenting your daughter with a bunch of flowers that he had plucked himself.

your daughter was taken back, and she got flustered but accepted the flowers, nonetheless. on the other hand, you were watching from the side lines and were cheering both her and the boy on.

it was an innocent little gesture between kids. no harm done, so there was no need for—

“what the hell is this?”

you feel your husband’s menacing aura, before you hear his words. you turn to him and rest your hands on his chest and say, “d/n got flowers! isn’t that cute?”

“I can see that,” he grumbles, pinching your cheek in annoyance then directing his gaze to the kids, “but why the hell is a little good-for-nothing servant approaching my daughter? in fact, these servants should not be allowed to talk to her so casually.”

“sukuna, it’s not that big of a deal. just let them be,” you huff, “it’s not like she will fall in love with him, and he will convince her to overthrow you when they’re older.”

your husband stays quiet for a few moments. the man looks like he is actually considering the scenario that you just suggested.

and judging by him slowly approaching the kids, sukuna is going to go with the “better safe than sorry” approach.

you quickly run after him and jump on his back, “love, love, I was joking! please don’t kill him!”

sukuna groans, “and why should I listen to you?”

“cause you love me, and I love you? and we’re husband and wife, y’know?” you smile nervously, and he sets you down, so he can look you in the eye.

“I don’t love you,” he states.

“so I don’t love you?” you inquire.

he smirks, “no, that’s different. you’re obviously infatuated by me.”

“no, loving you is an effect of you loving me, so according to you,” you turn your back to him, “I don’t love you.”

he is about to retort when he feels something holding onto his leg. he looks down, and he sees his daughter beaming up at him.

she raises the flowers as high as she could and chirps, “dad, I got these flowers!”

sukuna’s eyes snap to where the kid was and finds no one. he fled, and he didn’t get to memorize his face. he slowly turns his face to you, and you stand there smirking at him.

he quirks an eyebrow at you, “oh? well, I will deal with you later tonight.”

GETO SUGURU:

you were busy watching over your daughter playing with her playdate. the little boy was your neighbour’s son, and, in general, he was good company.

the boy was polite and knew how to treat your little girl right. similarly, your little girl cherishes him very much and always rambles about him at dinner.

now, initially, suguru was okay with it.

he thought that maybe she was excited about her playdate and that it would eventually wear off, but then she started talking about him every single day since she met him.

suguru prides himself on being rational and collected. he wouldn’t stoop down to a level that gojo would. gojo was a manchild, but suguru? suguru is a grown man, a husband, and a father.

so, no, he won’t do anything to the boy.

and he certainly isn’t rushing to the playdate location, so he can stop the boy from making his daughter talk about him more.

one of his curses was watching the kids, and said curse picked up on the boy sneaking a flower behind his back. suguru concluded that he was definitely going to give it to her.

your husband finally arrives, handing you your ice cream and kissing the top of your head, “your ice cream, just how you like it, love.”

“aww, thank you, suguru,” you say as you hug him and pepper his face with kisses. suguru gets lost in your affection, forgetting about his supposed mission.

it’s not until that he notices the boy’s parents standing with the two kids that he remembers it.

“how about we go and see what the kids are up to?” he asks you, a bit urgently, and you nod, knowing what your husband is thinking.

it’s lowkey funny.

the boy’s mother takes notice of you two approaching, “oh hello mr and mrs geto!”

“hello miss c/n! are the kids getting along well?” you smile while patting your daughter’s head.

the mother giggles, “more than well, in fact. our little boy has given little d/n a flower today!”

from the corner of your eye, you can see your husband’s smile tighten and his face get stiffer and stiffer by the second.

you take his hand into your own and slowly rub it with your thumb. it does little to calm him down.

he claps his hand lightly and steps in front of the parents and says kindly, “please take your little shi—”

he feels you kick his foot from the back and quickly corrects his wording, “please distance your ki—”

you discreetly stomp on his foot, and he tries his hardest to keep his smile. he sighs defeated and hangs his head low, defeated as he mumbles, “have a nice day.”

you nod in satisfaction, and your daughter giggles.

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gl1tteryzebra · 3 months

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rafe overstimulating reader while fingering her pls!!

(sorry i’m so bad at requesting things)

don’t apologise babe, this is my kinda shit 😜

if you had known the harmless little comment would land you in this position… perhaps you would've thought twice before opening your mouth.

it was one of those party’s where the crowd had dwindled down early on, leaving an intimate gathering to congregate in the living room. rafe’s knee bounced petulantly as his gaze flitted to his phone every minute or so— you could tell he was just about ready to go but you were having so much fun!

"truth." a plethora of boos sounded out in the small space, targeted at you. an ominous smirk stretched onto the lips of the pretty kook girl who asked you. “I've always been curious, what's rafe like in bed?”

a bubbly giggle floated from your chest, any previous inhibitions muted by the alcohol coursing through your system. “the best of course... but also the greediest.”

and that was all it took: rafe's pre-existing sour mood + a silly little joke and no more than half an hour later you found yourself spread out limply on your floral doona quilt like a flaccid doll. unable to do anything apart from squirm and mewl pathetically as he anchored your hips to the bed with a heavy arm, his other hand occupied by your sopping cunt– fingers unwavering in their administrations as they crooking into that cushiony spot which usually had your stomach doing excited little flips, but was now tender and achy and begging for a reprieve.

“what was that? ‘don’t think I heard you right,”

at your lack of response, his thumb cruelly pressed into your sensitive clit, making you jolt. it was an overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure that turned your synapses into dandelion fluff– struggling to form a coherent thought. "n-no more! ah– please, m'sorry."

a saccharine grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he cooed, the faux sympathy causing you to whimper in despair. he really wasn't gonna let this go. "no more? but i'm bein' so generous baby."

"mhmm...ple–"

"'think you deserve this fuckin' dick?" your head mindlessly bobbed up and down, although you were in no state to take him. another finger slipped inside your dripping hole with ease, this one adorned by silver. the foreign stimulation prompted you to wiggle in desperation as your body climbed further up a familiar wall of pleasure; this time, however, it felt as though you were close to toppling into some uncharted abyss.

"nahhhh I dunno 'bout that, only grateful sluts get what they want."

your walls clamped down on him hard, a telltale sign that had him increasing the pace of his movements with a mocking snort. "ha–your cuttin' off my circulation here baby."

a choked gasp was ripped from your throat, you were so so close. "ra-rafe!"

"yea that's it, say my name."

stars exploded behind your eyes as you came. your chest rising and falling rapidly, overexerting itself. a sticky sheen coated your thighs– you felt dirty and unbelievably spent.

rafe's face came into view, his eyes glistening with satisfaction as he lightly tapped your cheek. "who's the one greedy now?"

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚

#rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #divider by @fairytopea #rafe cameron x reader #fem!reader #obx smut

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awearywritersworld · 6 months

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men are so quick to blame the gods — series masterlist

i. men are so quick to blame the gods your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night. 2.7k

ii. there can be no covenants between men and lions sukuna would rather contemplate your murder than come to terms with his feelings for you, but you call him out on his bullshit. 3k

iii. my very soul demands you you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to murder another man because he had the nerve to touch your arm (this earns him a lecture from yuuji). 2.5k

iv. i have found for the first time what i can truly love— i have found you you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk. 2.85k

v. i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend you persuade sukuna to play go fish. the two of you have a small disagreement (he really can't stay mad at you). he confides in you about his past as a sorcerer. 3.4k

vi. she mumbled that i was peculiar impressively, sukuna is still trying to find ways to deny his feelings for you. nevertheless, he keeps you safe from harm when a late night trip to the store doesn't go as planned. will seeing his violent nature for yourself change the way you feel about him? he seems to think so. 4.2k

vii. the day of my execution gojo, yuuji, and sukuna discuss what happened at the store. sukuna begins to consider your mortality like never before and takes care of you when you're sick. 2.7k

viii. do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you the higher ups succeed in kidnapping you and sukuna doesn't know if he'll get you back alive. 2.85k

ix. i'm wearying to escape into that glorious world coming soon...

additional posts regarding the series can be found here

thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this<3 if you'd like to check out the rest of my work, my masterlist can be found here

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xcrust · 4 months

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Now in Technicolor

Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss x Reader Insert

“Tune in folks! demons and damned souls, welcome back to the sultry airwaves of Hell's very own station. I must say, dear listeners, Hell has a certain charm, doesn't it? A cacophony of screams, the crackle of flames, and the subtle whispers of secrets that linger in the shadows. It's a splendid orchestra of despair, and I am here to be your guide through the infernal playlist”

You expected the man to be insane but you didn't expect him to be so unshameful.

“So, grab a pitchfork, kick back, and let the music of the damned serenade your darkened souls! Now let's talk about my latest massacre-”

As of the moment you're not actually with him. Though him doing his broadcast that reigns in all of hell almost feels like he's still beside you all along. As your point of freedom away from your family you decided it was best to get to know hell from the very people that walked the streets.

Since he began taking you under his wing, you decided to stay with him till you find your place to settle down.

You were an early riser so the radio was not really a bother. The weird universal agreement to decide night and day here is such a fascination to you. Nevertheless being hell meant there was never a time without someone awake causing chaos. The game plan of working your way up the charts is what your dad always said while growing up, "Don't take shit from other demons”. Starting with that is to gain a more hopeful advantage in knowing the people.

“Watch this!” a really grimy voice screamed out. Looking that way you could see a few imps running around gathering people's attention.

One taller than the average imp stood with horns adorned in flickering embers, cackling with glee as he addressed his chaotic minions. "Listen up, you fiendish crap! I think it's time to start a new and take back what should be rightfully ours”

In the heart of pentagram city, the joy that you get from seeing the disaster is always so fulfilling. You may be new to these parts but boy does it give you a rush.

A sleek abyssal demon slinked through the crowd, leaving a trail of illusions in its wake. The demon could not only morph into various grotesque forms but the path that it was leaving behind was startling and amusing onlookers. As it danced between the dimensions of reality and illusion, confused demons stumbled into each other, inadvertently causing a chain reaction of minor skirmishes and squabbles. But what you didn't expect was for him to come up to you.

“They do this every week, by now it should get through their heads no one is going to listen” His voice was deep. It was such a buttery kind of smooth.

“I don't know there seems to be a crowd starting” with a smile you look up at him to see an amused look on his face.

The scene in front of you did intrigue you a lot. The bottom of the food chain in hell trying to make a voice for themselves. Their treatment is a peculiar mix of disdain and indifference. Larger demons may kick an imp out of the way without a second thought or summon them with a snap of their fingers for trivial purposes. Imps are often subjected to the capricious whims of their more powerful counterparts, enduring cruel pranks and occasional bouts of aggression.

Though you never thought that, though treated as the lowest rung of the demonic hierarchy, imps often find themselves at the mercy of their more powerful counterparts. They serve as the labor force, taking on a myriad of roles and responsibilities that range from menial tasks to dangerous assignments. Whether it's cleaning the twisted architecture of demonic structures or scurrying about as messengers delivering missives between the higher-ups, imps are ubiquitous fixtures in the daily hustle of Hell

“The pride ring is the top show in these parts and what do we get?! We get booted to the side and have to deal with the hypocrisy of these stupid standards!!” Those who spoke up before started chanting about rights for imps.

Certainly something that you would stand behind. Maybe it's a closed minded thought process but what was the point of souls from earth having more respect than the ones from here?

The heartbreaking sight was to see them run out. Demons of all kinds were starting to riot against them. In the face of adversity, the mischievous imps vowed to continue their antics, proving that even the smallest creatures could leave an indelible mark on the tumultuous canvas of Hell The Hellraisers disappear into the chaotic crowd, leaving a trail of bewildered demons and a street strewn with toppled stalls. with mayhem reigning supreme in the darkened streets.

“It's stupid and kinda sad to watch” The man stood beside you huffing out.

“Aren't you a hypocrite, you're an earthborn yourself aren't you?” the ego that these people have never stops amazing you everyday.

“Yeah… just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm set in stone as a bad person… Though looking at you, I'd guess you're like myself but you look almost a little too perfect for a human” crossing his arms he looked at you.

“That's because im-! You know who you are anyways dickbag” This guy was seriously putting you off. Comparing you to whatever those disappointments are.

“Pump the hate breaks… I'm Walter by the way.. Since you asked." The cadence of his voice was so politician based that it could lead you to go insane.

As the chaos unfolded around you, Walter's nonchalant demeanor seemed to contrast sharply with the tumultuous scene. The imps' attempts to rally for their rights had escalated into a full-blown street brawl, with demons of varying sizes and shapes joining the fray. The air resonated with shouts, roars, and the occasional yelp from an imp caught in the crossfire.

"Quite the spectacle they're putting on, isn't it?" Walter questions raising an eyebrow

You observed the chaos with a mix of fascination and concern. The imps were outnumbered and outmatched, yet their resilience and determination to stand up against the status quo intrigued you.

"Yeah, it is," you replied, eyes still fixed on the scene. "Seems like they're fed up with being pushed around."

Walter chuckled, a dry sound that echoed through the cacophony. "Oh, they've been trying to make a statement for ages. It's almost cute."

"Cute?" You shot him a disapproving look. "They're fighting for their rights. It's not cute; it's necessary."

Walter's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he shrugged, unimpressed. "Necessary, maybe. But in Hell, it's a matter of survival. Those little imps are just making noise in a world that won't listen."

The riot continued to escalate, with fiery projectiles, illusions, and general pandemonium swirling around. Amidst the chaos, a trio of larger demons emerged, their expressions twisted into malicious grins.

"Looks like the big guns are stepping in. This is where it gets interesting." you said while stepping back to not get caught in the crossfire. Values and morals aside, sometimes seeing stuff play out is widely more interesting than anything else. Fuck you sounded sadistic.

The trio of demons seemed to relish the opportunity to quash the imp uprising. With a wave of their hands, they conjured dark energy, sending shockwaves through the crowd of imps. You could see the smaller demons being tossed aside like ragdolls, their attempts at resistance quickly crushed.

You felt a surge of empathy for the imps, caught in a cycle of oppression and rebellion. However, Walter's detached demeanor left you conflicted. Was he merely observing the chaos, or did he revel in the anarchy that unfolded before him?

Leaning into you his dark haze felt almost suffocating. "Well, darling, what do you think? Will the imps triumph or become another forgotten footnote in Hell's sordid history?"

The question lingered in the air, emphasizing the harsh reality of Hell's hierarchy. The imps' plight seemed both desperate and valiant, a stark reminder that even in Hell, some fought for a semblance of dignity and recognition.

“Whatever, if this is just a game to you, I hope your luck runs out” you remark before heading out of the city center. Being around him made you miss the annoying voice of alastor.

Walking away from him was the easiest thing that you could do. His attempt to engage you in conversation, using terms like "darling" with a sly smile, only added to your growing irritation. It felt like he was mocking not only the imps but also your own principles and values.

The crimson glow of dawn began to seep through the curtains of Alastor's luxurious suite of his radio booth, signaling the end of another night's radio broadcast. The room, adorned with vintage furnishings and an air of refined chaos, bore witness to the aftermath of Alastor's nocturnal endeavors.

reclined in an opulent armchair, a contented smirk playing on his lips. The room still echoed with the faint whispers of his charismatic voice, which had reached every corner of Hell during the broadcast. The radio equipment, adorned with dials and adorned in a distinct retro aesthetic, hummed softly, now temporarily dormant.

Alastor found his thoughts occasionally drifting to the enigmatic (Y/n). a peculiar newcomer to Hell or at least to what he thinks. had managed to capture the attention of the radio demon in a way that he couldn't quite dismiss. The glimmers of defiance in (Y/n)'s gaze during their encounters had not gone unnoticed. Alastor, who revealed in the unexpected and the unconventional, found a peculiar satisfaction in the mystery that surrounded them. In Hell, where familiarity often bred contempt, the unknown was a rare and exhilarating novelty.

As the first rays of dawn bathed the room in a warm glow, Alastor's posture shifted. He rose from the chair, his movements graceful and deliberate. Despite the seemingly chaotic nature of his radio persona, there was an undeniable elegance to his every action.

Alastor pondered the significance of this newcomer's journey through the infernal landscape. Why could he feel such raw power? Though why is it that he is reminded of himself when thinking about them.

Walking over to a nearby table, Alastor poured himself a cup of tea. The delicate porcelain clinked softly against the saucer as he sipped the hot beverage. The tranquility of the moment contrasted with the lively chaos he had orchestrated just hours ago.

Thinking back to last night, With a casual flick of his wrist, when he summoned ethereal tendrils that danced like shadows in the night. These spectral appendages slithered through the air, reaching out to the trembling souls and ensnaring them in a web of malevolent energy. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp under his influence, distorting the surroundings into a nightmarish landscape.

Alastor's mind, ever calculating, reflected on the success of the night's broadcast. The intertwining melodies of jazz and hellish commentary had woven a tapestry of entertainment, capturing the attention of listeners from the lowliest imps to the loftiest demons. The echoes of laughter and applause lingered in his mind like a symphony of souls.

As the jazz tunes from a nearby record player filled the air, Alastor reclined in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips. The prospect of weaving the reader into the ongoing narrative of Hell sparked a mischievous glint in his eyes. (Y/n), in their apparent defiance of the expected norms, had become a wild card in the devil's deck of amusement.

Getting up to Leisurely strolling through the lavish suite, Alastor glanced at a vintage record player. He selected a vinyl record, the soothing crackle of the needle finding its groove as the melodic tunes of an old jazz number filled the room. The music, a stark departure from the energetic chaos of his radio show, created an ambiance of refined tranquility.

From below his window he sees these peculiar picture shows from down below.

"My, my, attempting to disturb the delicate balance of my little corner of Hell? How utterly quaint.”

“Hey! I'm back! Damn, is it a lively scene out there,” you call out as you stride into your shared living space.

Alastor, reclining on a vintage armchair, smirks in response. "Ah, my dear (Y/n), chaos is the very essence of this delightful realm. One must learn to appreciate the symphony of suffering that plays around us."

"Yeah, well, it's just something that I'll make work in my hand,” you reply, taking a moment to glance around the eclectic decor of your hellish abode.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Alastor stands up abruptly. "I know you just got back, but we are going out!" His enthusiasm is palpable, and you can tell he has something interesting in mind.

“Wait, I think I had my share—” you try to speak out before being abruptly grabbed by the arm.

“Come on, my dear!” In a flash, you find yourself whisked out of the apartment, leaving behind the familiar surroundings for whatever adventure Alastor has in store.

"Alastor, where are we even going?" you asked, trying to keep up with his brisk pace. His usual grin widened, revealing a hint of mischief.

"Patience, my dear (Y/n). I have something intriguing to show you," Alastor replied, his voice carrying an air of secrecy.

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "I thought it would be delightful to pay a visit to our esteemed TV demon. After all, shouldn't we take a look at all kinds of media?"

Before you could voice your reservations, Alastor pushed open the doors of the Vox Network headquarters, leading you into the opulent reception area. The robotic sentinels stood guard, and Vox's voice echoed through the room.

"Ah, Alastor! A pleasure to have you in the building! , What a delightful surprise," a booming voice echoed from the center of the room. Vox, the flamboyant TV demon, materialized in a cloud of static. His slick, metallic appearance glowed in an array of colors, and his screen-like face displayed a perpetually changing expression. his screen displaying a charismatic smile.

Vox extended a hand towards Alastor. the radio demon simply walked past to which earned a small glitch seen at the corner of his screen.

“Seems you've brought a pet?” The fact that no one knew who you were was starting to get on your nerves. Calling you a pet? Well that's something that will make you riot.

In the face of Vox's condescending remark, you felt a spark of irritation flicker within you. Alastor's dismissal of the TV demon's extended hand had left a peculiar glitch on Vox's screen, a subtle indication that the flamboyant host wasn't accustomed to being ignored.

"No one's anyone's pet," you retorted, asserting yourself in the opulent reception area. The robotic sentinels glanced in your direction, their mechanical eyes narrowing as if registering an unexpected anomaly.

Vox's screen shifted to an intrigued expression, the colors dancing in an erratic display. "Ah, a voice from the shadows! I must confess, I wasn't aware we had a new player in this delightful game."

Alastor, leaning against a holographic display, observed the unfolding interaction with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "She's no pet, Vox. Just someone with a taste for chaos and curiosity about your little empire."

Vox chuckled, the sound reverberating through the sleek surroundings. "Chaos and curiosity, my favorite combination! How intriguing! So, (Y/n), what brings you into our glamorous world today?"

You crossed your arms, a defiant gleam in your eyes. "I'm not here to be entertained or become anyone's spectacle if thats what youre thinking.”

Alastor stepped in “We just thought we'd see what all the fuss is about."

Vox's screen displayed a mix of amusement and curiosity. "A renegade spirit, I like it! But you're in the presence of yours truly and We don't do small things here. Let's skip the foreplay and get into it. How about a little deal? I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."

You eyed Vox skeptically, wary of the gleam in his screen. Alastor, seemingly unfazed, glanced at you with a sly grin. "Go on, (Y/n), entertain his offer. He has no power or specialty. We might find something amusing in his little game."

“Ok first fuck you alastor and no way in the seven rings would I join you I wouldnt join anyone” The prospect of dealing with Vox made your skin crawl, but the allure of navigating Hell's media empire intrigued you.

Vox's screen flickered with a mix of surprise and subtle annoyance as you firmly rejected his proposition. The colors on his metallic visage swirled in a display of shifting hues, mirroring the complex emotions running through the TV demon's circuits.

"Well, well, aren't you a feisty one, Are you sure about not joining anyone? You seem like a loyal dog to that freak" Vox mused

Your resolve remains unshaken, and you meet Vox's screen with a defiant gaze. "I don't need your offers, Vox. I'll find my own way through Hell's chaos."

Vox's laughter echoed through the opulent reception area, a mix of genuine amusement and an underlying sense of challenge. "Very well, (Y/n). Should you change your mind or seek a taste of the limelight, you know where to find me.”

What a bitch… At this point you were at your limit so you walked out to the side of the room to not entertain this conversation. The fucking nerve of these people. Even Alastor was being a little bit of a shit at the moment.

“There's a certain allure to the unknown, wouldn't you say?" Vox pondered aloud, his screen displaying a charismatic smile.

Alastor, still leaning against the holographic display, turned to you with a smirk. "Well done, my dear.”

Alastor's antlers grew as he stood before Vox, his crimson eyes piercing

"Ah, Vox, my dear fellow," Alastor began, his voice carrying a melodic tone laced with a subtle threat. "I hope you enjoyed the rejection dance my little friend here performed. Now, let's get one thing clear – I don't dance to anyone's tune, especially not yours. You might be the new shiny toy right now but people always come back to the original"

Vox's screen glitched momentarily, revealing a flicker of irritation.

"What's the meaning of this, Alastor?" Vox demanded, his voice losing some of its usual charisma and taking on a sharper edge. "You come here and start bitching at me about not joining me?! We've already established that”

“You underestimate the consequences of refusing me, Alastor," Vox hissed, his voice losing its previous charm entirely. "This will be my realm to control, and those who reject my advances often find themselves in a far less favorable position."

Alastor chuckled, the sound echoing in the extravagant reception area. "Consequences, Vox? I've faced worse in my time. Your attempts to control the narrative may work on the masses, but not on someone who knows the art of chaos."

As Alastor turned to leave, Vox seethed with frustration. The TV demon couldn't fathom being denied, and Alastor's rejection left a lingering tension in the air. Vox's screen displayed an animated storm of chaotic colors.

A surge of annoyance swept over you. Alastor's encouragement of Vox and his apparent amusement at the situation grated on the reader's nerves. The reader couldn't fathom why he enabled the TV demon's actions especially considering the TV demon's manipulative and self-serving nature. To make matters worse it really felt like he was making fun of you.

“Fuck off Alastor”

"(Y/n), this is Hell, and power here is earned through deals and influence. If you want to make your mark, you have to start making deals," Alastor advised in a tone that was both casual and instructional. His words resonated with a hint of amusement, as if he relished the idea of the reader navigating the treacherous landscape of Hell.

“I'm not some social experiment, why are you still here?” however, was taken aback by Alastor's nonchalant attitude toward the situation. The idea of making deals in exchange for souls seemed like a slippery slope, and the reader wasn't sure if they were ready to embrace such a cutthroat approach

“Embrace it, and you'll see just how intoxicating the taste of power can be." he replied

If they were to survive and thrive in Hell, understanding the art of making deals was a necessary skill. With a determined nod, they acknowledged Alastor's guidance.

"Alright, Alastor. Teach me the ropes. I might as well learn how to play this game if I'm going to survive in Hell," the reader conceded, a resolute glint in their eyes.

“Im staying with you, but if you even think about being an ass while other people are around you're going to be counting your last minutes”

“Doll, if you can barely stand up for yourself, I don't think I have anything to worry about,” he laughed out.

He's seriously pushing your buttons right now.

“As an overlord, you have dominion over a specific territory or domain within Hell. This grants you considerable authority and control over the demons and souls, you want that right? Power?” he asked.

All of a sudden you heard a loud bash of commotion coming from a group of demons that appeared to be fighting.

Pushing through the crowd, they discovered a group of demons surrounding none other than Walter.

One of the larger demons, a hulking figure with horns resembling twisted spires, look with disdain. "This fool thinks he can waltz into our territory and act like he owns the place."

Walter, bloodied but defiant, attempted to maintain his composure. "Now, now, gentlemen, there's no need for such hostility. Let's talk this out civilly."

The demons surrounding Walter scoffed at his attempts at diplomacy, clearly unimpressed. The reader couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance at Walter's earlier arrogance.

"Perhaps, my dear (Y/n), we should let this play out. It's always entertaining to witness the ebb and flow of power dynamics in Hell," Alastor mused, his eyes glinting with a sinister delight.

"Come on! Do something about this!!, you can't just stand there and watch!" Walter's voice cracked with a mixture of pain and panic as he pleaded for help.

"My, my, Walter, seems like you've landed yourself in quite a bind. Who would have thought our charismatic friend would face such a predicament?" you said out loud

“please! I'm not cut out for this kind of roughing up!" Walter's words were desperate, his eyes pleading for intervention. The demons surrounding him laughed, reveling in his vulnerability

“Oh please you were such a bigshot earlier, get yourself out of this mess”

ignoring the demons' taunts, you whispered out a proposal which the smoked and leaned in closer to Walter and whispered the terms of the deal. The specifics echoed in the demonic air, forming an unspoken pact that hung heavy in the atmosphere.

"Deal," Walter agreed, relief washing over him as the terms were settled. The demons, though momentarily confused, soon found themselves turned to dust.

Alastor observed the scene with a raised brow, intrigued by the sudden turn of events. The reader's willingness to strike a deal for Walter's soul added a new layer of complexity

Looking back up to him and smiled, “is this what you wanted?”

As Alastor continued to observe the chaotic scene unfolding before him, a smirk played on his lips. The demons surrounding Walter, still reveling in the prospect of his impending downfall, were oblivious to the subtle yet profound shift in the power dynamics.

"Well, well, it seems you've decided to make a deal. How delightful!" Alastor chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The atmosphere shifted, charged with an unspoken agreement between you and Walter.

“Now, now, gentlemen, let's not keep our eager audience waiting. After all, this is shaping up to be quite the dramatic performance,” Alastor commented looking at the rest of the demons that just fell dead, staring at the corpses with a dark amusement lacing his words. He leaned casually against a nearby demonic structure, his radio-like grin widening.

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hannie-dul-set · 5 months

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YOURS TO KEEP.

p — SHEN QUANRUI x female! reader. g — college! au, exchange student! ricky, fluff, very very lightly angsty. w — swearing, alcohol consumption. kdrama references and misquoted quotes. 3.2k words.

note — dreamt of ricky. vomited out.....ricky as ur cute bf who behaves like a cat and whose favorite forms of cross-cultural exchange is receiving headpats and watching kdramas. only 2 scenes are actually inspired by my dream 😭 if someone guesses which line/s were extracted directly from my dream, i'll reward u with a gyuvin drabble how about that 👍

you picked up a cat from the university’s foreign exchange program.

however, he did not come in a box. he came in a louis vuitton tracksuit and balenciaga sunglasses, which very much caught you off guard when you came to meet him at the admin building, and you greet him after mustering the courage to finally walk up to the cat’s imposing presence. “h—hello! are you perhaps shen quanrui?”

he takes off his sunglasses, meets you with a pair of pretty swoopy, pretty eyes, and says, “oh. yes. are you my owner?”

you pause. you’re taken aback because that...that doesn’t sound like the right word. “ah, um. i’m the person assigned to help you around the campus and the city for the semester, yes! it’s nice to meet you!” but you brush it off because of language barriers and all. his mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape when you tell him the correct term.

“oh, sorry.”

“it’s alright!” you say. “hope we get along!”

quanrui tells you that you can just call him ricky, and gives you a small smile. one of many that you’ll be graced with for the duration of the semester.

“i’ll be in your care.”

your new cat is a little intimidating at first, clad in all black at all times. the night you helped him first settle into his dorm, even his pajamas were reminiscent of an abyss— like a white ragdoll trying to disguise itself as a panther because you later find out that he’s actually a really sweet, really polite, and really clingy cat.

“um. knock, knock.”

you look up from your laptop, ricky in a long leather coat hesitantly peeking out from your half-open bedroom door (you gave him a copy of your apartment key. your cat needs a way to get in by himself somehow). he texted you earlier, asking if you can help him out with an essay, and you assume he’s right here right now for that very reason.

“do you have your paper?” you ask, closing your laptop. he nods and lifts up his ipad, showing it off. you have a very cute cat. you scoot aside and pat the empty space on your bed, and ricky comes padding in, mattress sinking when he settles beside you, making sure to maintain a respectable enough distance and hands you his device with the google doc open.

“oh. i marked the parts where i’m not sure about my vocabulary,” he mentions the moment a yellow highlighted part came up on the screen.

you give it a once over. “i think this is right. yeah, you did good.” when you turn your head, you’re met with a pair of proudly sparkling eyes. you stifle out a laugh. “what? do you want a head pat for that?”

“maybe i deserve one?”

you let your fingers sink into the fluff on the top of his head. again, he’s really sweet, really polite, and really clingy. but maybe a little too clingy sometimes, especially when he finally got a lot more comfortable around you.

comfortable enough to hiss at your friends.

“oh, you signed up as a student-helper for the exchange program too?” hanbin asks after seeing you walk in the classroom with ricky in row, trailing behind you like a shadow.

“yeah, i can’t miss the extra points prof choi baited us with.” you nudge ricky with your elbow, noticing how tense he is all of a sudden and how he’s looking at your senior with a bit of a glare. perhaps he’s threatened by another feline presence.

“nice to meet you!” hanbin greets with a bright, an arm outstretched before you, meant for ricky, but he keeps tucking himself behind you with his hands fixed on your shoulders.

hanbin has his hand left unshaked for five seconds too long now. you nudge him again. he won’t budge.

“ah, ricky is still a little shy!” you exclaim, trying to salvage the situation by grabbing hanbin’s hand instead with both of yours, swinging it around, left and right. you’re lucky your senior is so easygoing. he laughs along with you and says of course, of course, he totally gets it, merrily swinging your arms together back and forth. “he’s still not that confident with his korean. right, ricky?”

“keep holding her and i’ll claw your eyes out.”

you freeze. you leer back at ricky shen, giving him your what the fuck are you saying look? he maintains his stance, tugging you back by the shoulders. you twitch out a smile and try your best to defend your clingy and jealous cat. “ahaha. he’s picked up some weird things from all the dramas he’s been watching,” you say. “sorry about that seonbae! we’ll get to our seats now!”

“haha, it’s alright! nice to meet you ricky!”

“what was that?”you snap back at him the moment hanbin leaves the premises. all ricky does is shrugs and steadies his hold on your shoulders, aiming your body somewhere and he starts making you walk to the back of the classroom— far, far away from where hanbin is sitting.

your cat is a little weird sometimes, sure. gyuvin finds him entertaining enough though. they play tennis every weekend, and ricky started picking up even more weird things from him and all the rest of your friends that you’re starting to think they’re not very good influences.

case in point—

“if you drink this, we’re dating.”

the grape juice he poured into your paper cup nearly spills over from shock. you look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed, cheeks burning and heart racing because what the hell? “seriously, where have you been learning these things?”

ricky looks satisfied for eliciting that kind of reaction. he pours himself a paper cup of grape juice as well because it’s a weeknight, and you have a quiz tomorrow, and getting wasted is off of the table, so you two settled for juice and chips on your living room floor to relish in your academic misery.

“jiwoong hyung and gunwookie recommended me some movies for me to watch.” he sets down the juice bottle after screwing the cap shut, and you fear the other movies those two gremlins recommended him come from a list of top 50 movie pick-up up lines to woo an unsuspecting victim. next thing you know, he’s gonna invite you to have ramen at his place or go see freaking butterflies with him. “i just watched a moment to remember earlier. my pronunciation is getting better, right?”

ricky is looking at you with his eyes all big and his lips all pressed together expectantly. he’s waiting for your praise. you feel your chest swell. the grape juice feels heavy in your hand. gosh, he’s such a needy cat. a needy cat that deserves all the praise in the world.

“yeah. i’m proud of you. c’mere.”

you leave your cup on the table to focus on more important things— that is, giving ricky his well deserved pats on the head. you don’t recall how your relationship with him managed to get this far, still remembering how intimidated you felt when you first met him. now he’s on your living room floor, head laying back on your couch with a drama playing on the tiny laptop screen settled on the coffee table, both of you barely paying attention because he’s looking at something on his phone, and you’re gently rubbing his head as you reply to some messages on yours.

“ah, gyuvin is seriously annoying,” you complain. “he’s trying to get me to join his club. coding club he says, when i’m pretty sure he’s just starting it as an excuse to play games on campus.”

“are you going to join?” he asks, bumping his head against your palm when you stop giving him scratches.

“mm, i don’t think so.” you set down your phone to pour all your focus into satisfying your needy cat’s attention requirements. ricky lets out a satisfied rumble when set his head down onto your lap, raking your fingers through the tufts of his hair as he lets his eyes flutter to a close. “i’m already too busy this semester to bother with those things. maybe next time if he’s that desperate to fill in the member numbers..”

“yeah,” he mutters. “you’ll be too busy spending most of your time with me.”

your fingers stop moving.

ricky looks up at you, confused as to why you stopped petting him, and you’d eat him right up if you could. but you can’t keep your cat for too long. it’s only a matter of time before you get your last opportunity to coddle him like this, to shower him in unabashed affection disguised as friendship because the exchange program is temporary, and he’s returning back to china at the end of the semester.

so why is he raising your hopes up if he’s just going to leave anyway?

“i meant my acads, silly,” you say, picking up your untouched juice cup from the table, feeling the weight of the drink slosh around the paper cup as you let it hover in front of your lips.

he’s raising your hopes up and you’re letting him. you know this is gonna end in a disaster.

still.

“but if you put it that way—”

the sharp taste of sweet grapes hits the back of your throat, swallowing down the lukewarm juice that’s been sitting since ricky poured a cup for you. if you’re gonna crash down at the end of this, might as well crash down from two thousand feet above the ground.

“are we dating now?”

you set the cup back down on the table, gaze flickered down at ricky, whose face is flushed in surprise one moment— easing into understanding the next, and he props himself up from your lap, reaching out for the back of your neck to pull you into a sugary tart kiss.

yeah, you think, feeling the softness of his lips brush against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks when he pulls you in even closer. if your time with him has a deadline, might as well make the most out of it.

“i was disappointed when you didn’t drink it the first time,” he says, drunk on sweet juice and the feeling of your mouth against his. “jiwoong hyung said that line was effective.”

“can you not think about another man when i’m kissing you?”

he lets out a laugh, “‘m sorry,” then presses a fluttering kiss on your temple, tip of your nose, until his lips meet yours once more at last. “let me try again. ahem. i like you. i don’t need a rainbow.”

“you got the line wrong, baek yijin. try again next time.”

if he’s going to leave anyway, might as well make his departure as heart wrenching as all the dramas he’s so fond of watching.

“looks like our friend here got more than just extra credit for volunteering to help out the exchange students.”

you look up from the stack of papers on your table, only to have more dropped off by taerae with a thunk. hanbin, gyuvin, matthew and ricky are also loitering around the classroom— not that they’re helping you and taerae check the test papers your profs asked you to grade as a favor. at least the constant yelling and arguing and meowing noises(?) are making things a lot more lively.

“congrats, you lucky bitch,” he says.

“you sound like you want to covet my cat,” you raise a brow at him, adding the new set to your pile as taerae grabs a new stack as well.

“your cat for this mutt,” he points his thumb at matthew, who’s currently tucked in the to answer an evaluation sheet on taerae. ricky’s doing the same evaluation about you, somewhere. you’re not sure where your cat went, but he’s probably just around. “are you perhaps open for negotiation?”

“matthew isn’t a mutt. he’s a cute golden retriever.”

“well, your cat doesn’t seem to appreciate you calling someone else cute.”

taerae swerves off to reveal a pouting ricky. he’s got his arms crossed, the evaluation sheet folded in between the fingers of his right hand, and you have to hold back a laugh. “did you finish my evaluation?” you ask.

“i did, but i wanna redo it now. negative points for you,” he protests, but lets you snatch the paper from him anyway. you scoot your chair to the left to give him some space next to you. he grabs an empty armchair and nudges his nose close to your face when you start reading his note at the bottom.

“mid-semester evaluation. my student-helper is very acommodatimg. she has been helping me adjust to korea very well. you spelled accommodating wrong, angel.”

“i did it on purpose to test you. good job. you pass.”

you roll your eyes, free hand absentmindedly reaching out for the top of his head, and you hear ricky let out a noise of satisfaction. “she always answers my questions and is…very pretty and smells nice,” you set the paper down. your cat is looking at you expectantly. “ricky, i don’t think you can submit this.”

“why not?” he asks. “professor choi said to be as honest as possible.”

your cheeks grow warm.

gosh. this makes things even harder knowing your cat has to leave eventually.

“what did i tell you?”

the convenience store lights need to be replaced soon, you note. it keeps flickering intermittently against the dim night— reminiscent of how you’re feeling right now when you called jiwoong out for a few drinks two weeks before finals, but you’re not depressed because finals are near. you’re wallowing in tear stained sniffles because the exchange program will be over soon, meaning you only have two weeks until ricky has to pack his bags and leaves.

“not to get too attached because he has to say goodbye eventually,” you lament, a puddle of soju burning your lips. jiwoong looks at your pathetic state with remorseful sigh.

“and what did you do?” he says.

“got too attached and now i have to say goodbye to him eventually.” you groan and swallow down a shot. you’re about to pour yourself another, but jiwoong pulls back the bottle— maybe your third one of the night, you’re not sure— away from your reach, and pushes you a plastic bottle of water instead.

“you just had to go ahead and start dating him like an idiot,” he cracks open the water for you when you don’t do anything with it. he pours it in a shot glass, and you take the bait, drinking down the water, eyebrows furrowing when it doesn’t burn your throat like you expected. “maybe if you tell him to say, he might listen to you.”

you let out a gasp. “i can’t do that! that’d be so selfish of me!”

jiwoong can’t do anything to help you but share your miseries tonight. he simply sits in silence, waiting for the owner of the number he texted a while ago to make an appearance, and listen to your drunk ramblings at eleven in the evening.

“i miss my cat. i haven’t seen him the entire day because he says he had things to do with hanbin and hao.” you’ve melted into the table. high pitched whines aside, he’s surprised you’re still coherent at this point. “bring me back my cat. i miss him so much. i miss my cat. i miss my ricky. i wish he’d never leave me.”

jiwoongs eyes flit up. “looks like your cat misses you too.” he pulls himself up from his chair and picks up his jacket from the backrest. “took you long enough.”

when you tip your head back in confusion, wondering who the hell jiwoong is talking to, you’re pleasantly surprised to see the upside-down face of the cat you’ve been missing.

“ah,” you sound out. “you’re here.”

“thanks, hyung,” ricky settles a hand on the top of your head. you blink. now you understand why he liked headpats so much. “i’ll take care of her from here.”

this is eye opening. you feel your eyelids growing heavier as ricky continues to massage your head, his and jiwoong’s faraway voices talking about something, something you can’t really hear, until jiwoong waves off, and it’s just you and ricky in front of the quiet flickering lights of the convenience store entrance.

you hear yourself whine when ricky’s hand disappears from the top of your head. “you should’ve called me if you missed me,” he says, circling from behind the chair to being in front of you now. he crouches down, settling his crossed arms on your lap, and he looks up at you with his pretty swoopy eyes. “why didn’t you call me?”

“i need to get used to you not being around even if i miss you,” you say, letting your fingers sink into the soft strands of his hair.

ricky lets out a questioning hum. “why wouldn’t i be around?”

“because your deadline is near,” you grumble. “i have to return you to where i first picked you up, but i don’t want to. but you have to. this sucks so much.”

you’re still saddled with insobriety, and the fact that your sweet cat isn’t purring like usual when you’re patting his head is making your bottom lip quiver and your eyes sting because you fear you might’ve said something wrong. “aren’t you gonna ask me what i did today?” he simply asks. you suck in a wavering breath and swallow a lump in your throat.

“what...did you do today?”

“hanbin hyung helped me settle the requirements for my transfer” ricky lands a gentle hold on your wrist and brings your hand down to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. it’s warm. “i’m going to continue attending here. hao hyung is too.”

you blink at him. “w—what?”

“i don’t have to leave. you don’t have to keep missing me.” he brings your hand down palm to the front of his lips, pressing a kiss into your palm. “i’m not going anywhere. i’m yours to keep.”

it takes you a moment to register ricky’s words, so you stay there for a while— sitting frozen in cold silence until the warmth of his messages finally settles in to thaw you out. oh, you think. “oh,” you repeat out loud, voice wavering. ricky hums out a smile at your reaction. he rises, pulling you up to your feet, and you stumble into him.

“i think i know the perfect line for this moment,” he says, steadying a hold on the small of your back. “what was it? if I don't see you, i get upset. If you're depressed, i get curious. something like that?”

“it’s the other way around, dummy.” you sniffle. “why do you keep quoting nam joohyuk?”

“because he’s cool,” he says. “let’s go watch start-up at your place once you’ve sobered up.”

the cat you picked from the university’s foreign exchange program is clingy, sweet, and is for some reason obsessed with quoting the dramas he’s been watching. he keeps an arm around you when he walks you back to your apartment after grieving over his departure, only to kiss you with the news that you don’t have to return him any time soon.

YOURS TO KEEP. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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ma9ical5tar · 10 months

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childe who challenges archon!reader knowing he'll lose but loves when you hurt him.

he draws his lip in between his teeth, trying to surpress the whimper that almost slips out as you punch him in the gut.

he doubles over clutching his stomach, you think you've hurt him too much but it's the exact opposite. he's biting his lip so hard it draws blood from how fucking elated he feels.

"tartaglia, are you alright? I knew I should've held back a bit," you mutter, walling over to the man dropping your weapon with a clash onto the domain floor. you and childes sparring sessions increased by the week from 2 days to everyday. of course it was no problem for you, you were an archon, and he is a meer mortal, one stained by the abyss, yet still a human.

"childe are you-?" he interrupts you by going back into his battle stance. "again, [name]," he grunts looking at you with eyes glazed with an animalistic lust. an unfulfilled desire tainting his soul. blood and sweat dribbled from his chin to the ground below with a soft plip "what? no, youre–"

"what? you scared?" he clicked his tongue, smirk making his smile lines more prominent. "typical, I guess the years really must've done a number on you, huh?" he taunts. your blood boils, you could take a playful banter but blaintant disrespect, no.

before you could even process your movements, you slap him straight across the face with some of your element infused causing him to fall to the ground. snapping back to reality you see him on the floor, clutching his cheek with one hand and the other over his cock.

"tartaglia, why would you rile me up like that?" you question bending down to lift his chin to inspect the damage. the area you hit already has a bruised forming and here he is, staring at you as if you've just hung the stars and the moon. he puts his hand on you face and leans his forehead against yours, eyes glinted with need, staring directly into your confused ones.

"o–once more."

listen to never young beach for a main character summer🙏🏽

#sub tartaglia #sub childe #sub ajax #bottom childe #bottom ajax #bottom tartaglia #tartaglia x male reader #childe x male reader #top gn reader #archon!reader #never young beach

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daylite-writes · 4 months

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Ayo ayo!!! I got an angsty idea for ya!!

Imagine this:

The harbingers find out that the reader has a plot to kill them/the Tsaritsa. How does this go? How do they react?

And for even more angst;

Imagine if they were successful

(Songbird anon- New anon)

OKAY OKAY OKAY I LIKE THIS (also hi ur my first named anon!). I won’t be doing “if you succeed in killing them”, since they’re dead and therefore won’t have a reaction lmao. I also won’t be doing every Harbinger here because that’s so many words omg. Probably will have multiple parts if ppl are interested.

Wasn’t sure if the ask was meant to be yandere, but this kinda is lmao. To varying degrees for each. Didn’t go too hard on angst but oh well

HARBINGERS REACT TO READER ATTEMPTING TO KILL THEM OR TSARITSA—AND IF YOU SUCCEED? (Pt 1, ft. Childe, Dottore, Arlecchino, Scaramouche)

cw: yandere, violence, referenced death, implied kidnapping, death of reader (in Arlecchino’s), etc.

Childe - mixed results

If you attempt to kill him? Oh baby. He lives for this shit. If you are strong enough to even get close? Well, his heavy panting, wide eyes, and red cheeks convey his feelings easily. If he wins the interaction, overpowering you and forcing you to the ground, he won’t kill you. He’ll probably let you up, let you try again—come onnn. Don’t tell him you can’t continue. You wanted this, baby. Try again. If you escape unscaved, then by god he’ll be thinking about this for weeks. Blushing, refusing to wrap the scars you give him.

If you attempt to kill the Tsaritsa, Child takes it very, very badly. One thing people forget about this man is he is not loyal to the harbingers, but he is extremely loyal to the Tsaritsa. Sentient abyssal creatures tend to latch onto an idea, a “purpose” of sorts that they will hinge their entire sanity on. Without her guidance he is nothing. He will fight tooth and bone to squash any attempts you make on her life. He takes on his Foul Legacy form to fight you, and in his anger, would end up either maiming or ending you. If you survive, he will make sure it never happens again (Read: mangling you). You just had to ruin a good thing, huh baby?

Succeed in killing the Tsaritsa? He’s either killing you, or dying trying. There is no way you’d both survive.

Dottore - Takes it pretty well

Attempt to kill him? How annoying. If it’s a physical attack, he’ll simply thwart it, pinning you down, tossing you in an observation cell, or sedating you. After, he’ll probably just reduce your privileges—less access to the lab, no longer allowed to go out without him. Be a brat, and he’ll put you on a leash no problem.

But… if you're clever about it? If you're slipping poison into his coffee, or setting up traps around his lab, only to greet him at dinner with only a strained smile when it fails? How fun. He’ll let it continue until he’s bored of it, ignoring your attempts. Honestly; it’s a little cute. He’s blushing a little bit you can’t tell with his mask.

Attempt to kill the Tsaritsa? He’ll stop you. Weirdly enough, he’ll only really punish you if the Harbingers or the Tsaritsa herself noticed. Otherwise, he’ll chastise you, leading you back to his lab with his thin, sharp fingers digging into the back of your neck.

Succeed in killing the Tsaritsa? Well… damn. You gonna eat that? He’s kinda turned on. This isn’t a dealbreaker for him, unless it really messes with his plans, in which case he’ll punish you for it later. An easy way to get out of trouble with him is to just gift him the Tsaritsa’s corpse. So thoughtful! He’s never had the opportunity to play around with the remains of an archon. Hm? What about overthrowing Celestia? He’s the second of the fatui harbingers, on the power level of a god, they’ll figure it out.

Arlecchino - takes it badly

Try and kill her? Her eyes sharpen as she evaluates you, panting heavily and on your knees. You’ve proven yourself a traitor, and a bold one at that. Something so bold, to her, indicates you are not an independently acting force. There are others you work for or with. After a moment, her face softens. “I’m hurt” she says, voice raw, “But I love you. Leave and never return.” You take the chance. You have to.

It’s a trap. Her subordinates—handpicked by her—are trailing you, stalking you. The moment your guard drops and you meet with your associates, she’s got you again.

The last thing you see are her boots, languidly walking towards you. The last thing you hear is her voice, barely cutting through the screams of your co-workers. “I suppose I should kill you. It’d be fair. But I am… selfish. Don’t worry, darling, you won’t go unpunished. This will be a fate worse than death.” The last thing you feel is her claws, carding through your hair.

Try to kill the Tsaritsa? You’re called into her office with little explanation what for. Usually, it’s empty. But there are Fatui by the doors. Scattered over her desk, is the proof of your sins. An attack against the highest of the Fatui. You can’t see it, but her heart is quick, and her throat tight. She opens her mouth to speak, baring her teeth, too white, too sharp. Her voice trembles a bit, almost minutely. “You understand what this means? What the collapse of the Fatui would mean for me? For my children? And still…”

It’s a death sentence. She speaks it once, lifting her hand to signal her children to step forward. She doesn’t do the job herself, leaving the room, letting the heavy wooden slam behind her.

Kill the Tsaritsa? She’s not there at the time. Still in Fontaine while your plan gets carried out in Snezhnaya. When she gets the news, she freezes. Hardly a few weeks ago, she found the will to break character for a moment to press a kiss to your cheek before you set out on the voyage north. She ignites the page as soon as she’s done, storming to her private quarters.

Later, when she collects herself, she’d set her assassins out, correspond with any remaining harbingers, and lay out a plan for the future. For one, painful night though, she mourns.

Scaramouche - Manipulatable

Try kill him? Oh god. The monologue. You almost wished he just killed you in response. The “fourth betrayal, at the hand of his lover, cruelest of them all—” it’s a long tangent, and your body hurts from the binds. Don’t tune it out though, because the moment he notices, a jolt of electricity tears through your body. His face darkens at your scream. How dare you ignore him—he probably won’t kill you, but your leash shortens considerably.

Whether you kill the Tsaritsa, or plan to kill the Tsaritsa it’s roughly the same response. It all depends on how you treat him after. Suck up, apologizing again and again, creeping closer and closer, until you climb on his lap, whispering how you only have eyes for him. You love him. So much. Press a kiss to his cold, doll-like cheek. Say after it was all done, you were going to run away with him—it’s your best shot. He may just stow you away, somewhere where his coworkers can’t get to you. He’d keep you to himself and tell everyone he disposed of you.

If you’re unapologetic, making it clear you didn’t care for him, he’d freak the fuck out. A very dangerous temper tantrum. At the end of it, you’re hardly conscious, laying on soft blankets, body throbbing in pain, you wince when you try to move. A hand, porcelain and cold, drags you down. Stay still, he says. You’ve been an idiot and gotten yourself mangled. By him, yeah. He couldn’t bring himself to kill you though.

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So… much… and i didn’t even get half of themmm aaaaa

Anyways I really enjoyed this ask, but doing something for all of the harbingers is a lot, plus this is a side blog and I’m 6k works deep in a main blog project, bleh.

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere harbingers #yandere scaramouche #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere arlecchino #yandere dottore

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thatonebipotato · 6 months

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a somewhat swap au of Scarab and Prismo. i say somewhat because its not just swapping them, i changed a lot of stuff other than just like their jobs. heehoo ok enjoy :]

text descriptions and more information under cut ^^!

Prismo -

his [physical] body is "frozen" in time

a bit more calloused over his years of working, but still considered very chill

he usually talks people down so he doesn't have the fight them

the crystal weapon is around his neck

it shoots out like a flashlight

the auras/souls of his victims get trapped in jars

pupils go starry when he does this

So here, Prismo is a god auditor! He's still very down to earth, but after years of fighting and monitoring and capturing, he's a bit worn down. That being said, he's still generally considered to be everybody's pal! The crystal he uses can't store the people he gets, so he has to carry around the jars. Because of this, he can usually only detain like two people at once, maybe three if he pushes it.

Prismo has some resentment about not being Wishmaster, but not the way that Scarab would! He just thinks he could do a better job, but he respects Wishmaster Scarab and just kinda lets it slide. He and Scarab are actually pretty close, and if he's injured or just very bored he'll go bother the cosmic bug.

Things he can do that aren't mentioned are that he can walk on walls/defy gravity, make duplicates of himself, and teleport. Duplicating himself and teleporting takes a looot of energy out of him, and considering that he is perpetually tired, he really doesn't use those abilities a lot.

Scarab -

this form resembles his physical body, but is still just a projection

he can touch stuff, but can't feel anything and can't be hurt/damaged

he's a bit more relaxed, but is still quite strict/rule oriented

the wings of his mask can open up, but usually don't

he is very big :)

the time room is less of a room and more like a never-ending labyrinth of paths

only the truly determined will obtain a wish

Scarab as the Wishmaster is a lot more relaxed than in canon, but due to his nature he is still a bit strict about rules and such. He will explain how exactly a wish will work to those who reach their goal, and if they choose to ignore that, they don't get a second chance. He usually won't go further into detail about the rules, either. This is where Prismo's slight distaste comes from, because he thinks that if he were in Scarab's place he would be nicer about it. That's about as far as that goes, though.

The main entrance that everyone is allowed through(the labyrinth) is infinite, but there is space around it(like a pocket dimension inside of a pocket dimension). Getting into the outside space will lead to the rest of the Time Room, but only Scarab has access to that. He spends most of his time floating in the abyss of the main area. There is no set path to find him, and he will instead come to whoever enters, if they're determined enough.

Scarab does not let people wander freely through the Time Room, so most of the other cosmic entities tend to avoid him because he isn't very fun. Prismo doesn't, though. Unlike anyone else who may enter, if Prismo simply calls out for Scarab, he will arrive almost immediately. Though Scarab has a 3D form, he is still confined to the Time Room, and does not find joy in watching the universes(he only does it if he's reeeallly bored, or if it's necessary). And since he blocks off the rest of the room to anyone else, he never gets any visitors, only mortals looking for his favor.

He doesn't mind the isolation at all, but he does enjoy the company that Prismo offers him. He doesn't mind being secluded, but he gets lonely sometimes. Prismo has many tales of his adventures being an auditor, and Scarab has begun keeping notes on all of them. He looks forward to Prismo's next visit always.

That's about all I have to say about them and their lore, at least as a base to build off of later, so uhhh here's they're color pallets :]

On the left is just how they both look, and the right is just missing the gradient for Scarab so it's easier to see(they don't look super great, but im just laying out the colors)

#fionna and cake #job swap #prismo #prismo the god auditor #the scarab #scarab the wishmaster #prohibitedwish #not only visible if you squint hard enough but not openly there #or maybe it is #doesnt feel like it to me but. its supposed to be so im tagging it as pw anyways lol

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girlfailure-smut-hour · 7 months

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Levi's Special Place

Kinktober Part 2 of 4: Monster fucking

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Demon form!Leviathan X GN!Reader

CW: Oral (receiving,) Penetration (Recieving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. A little romantic Levi's just too sweet.

A/N: I really wanted to play up the sea monster aspects of Levi's demon form. Levi takes you to the bottom of the ocean to show you his favorite place to decompress. ~1500 words.

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Leviathan had a special day planned for the two of you. He wouldn’t tell you much, just to wear your bathing suit. You weren’t very surprised when he brought you to the beach, but you suspected he had more in mind. It was a beautiful night, the full moon hanging high and bright in the sky.

He takes you by the hand, walking with you down the beach. “I had something special I wanted to show you,” He says. “Something no one else in the world has seen.”

You blush a little. “Sounds serious. What is it Levi?” You ask.

“You’ll have to come out with me into the water,” He says. In your hand, you can feel his changing shape. Scales ripple across his skin as the fingers elongate and long, hard talons grow out of them. Fins and gills sprout out of his neck as his tail pops out of his swim trunks. It was rare that he showed you this form. Sometimes you thought he was even cuter this way.

You’re nervous as he walks out into the water. Seeing your apprehension he reassures you. “Once we go in, you just have to breathe. It’ll be okay if you’re with me. Just hold on tight.”

You nod and he walks you out into the water so that the both of you are in open water, the sandy floor too far to reach. You feel an icy fear gripping you, looking out into the deep black water. “I know it looks scary,” He says, “but it’s actually quite soothing.”

“It’s so dark out there,” You say.

“You’ll be able to see. A little at least,” He replies. “As long as you’re with me. You can trust me.” He flashes you a big, cheesy smile.

“Okay Levi,” You say. “I’m ready.”

He folds his arms around you, his long, scaly fingers wrapping around your sides. “Remember, you just have to breathe. It’s going to be okay.”

With that, he dives under with you in his arms. He swims so quickly, moving through the water faster than air. Looking around, you realize you can see, at least a little. Levi is as easy to see as he would be in daylight, and that extends a ways around you as well.

Terror stabs at you when you look behind you and see the shelf, a sheer dropoff into inky blackness. You clutch tightly to him, and he holds you closer, rubbing your back with one hand.

You hold the last little bit of oxygen in your lungs for as long as you can, but eventually, you give in and feel water fill your mouth before flooding into your lungs. The first breath is terrifying, but surprisingly, it feels thinner even than air, each breath filling your body with an irresistible lightness. Soon enough you’re breathing in and out without fear.

He takes a dive, delving deeper into the abyss. All around you is black. A darkness, deeper than any you could have imagined. You can hear distant wails, the call of some strange, beautiful creature. Occasionally, through the sides of your vision, you see some kind of deep-sea creature, each stranger than the last, and it’s impossible to deny the beauty of this in spite of your fear.

“We’re almost there,” Levi says, slowing down. He lays you down gently on the sea bed, your back pressing into impossibly soft sand. He sits next to you, and leans back, smiling.

“How far down are we?” You ask.

“I’m not sure,” He says. “We could go further if you wanted.”

“I’m okay,” You laugh. You sit up and look at him. “Thanks for showing this to me.”

“Yeah!” He says. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I come down here to clear my mind sometimes,” He tells you. “It’s so quiet and peaceful down here. I don’t have to see or deal with people.”

“But you brought me here,” You say.

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” He replies. He looks at you and smiles, caressing your cheek. He looks into your eyes, scaly hand on your cheek, and takes a deep, contented breath.

The strange weightlessness of the water makes this light moment feel even softer as he leans in and kisses you. You close your eyes and breathe in deep as his lips softly meet yours. His forked tongue parts your lips and finds its way to yours, the kiss growing deeper, and full of an intense yearning.

Slowly, he lowers you to the ground until your back is once again on the soft sand and he's leaning over you. You blush and so does he, as though he doesn't know what to do next.

You take his hand and place it on your chest and run your other down his chest at the same time. You can feel him shuddering as he closes his eyes. He leans forward and places a little kiss on your neck, before moving down your chest, gradually making his way down to your legs. He looks up with wide, pleading eyes, and you reassure him by cupping his cheek with your hand.

He slides your swimsuit off and runs his long fingers up and down your legs until they reach that part between them. You were worried about his talons, but he's careful with them, and the danger only leaves you feeling more excited. He looks up at you again, and you gulp as he moves his head down until it's nestled between your thighs.

The sensation of his fangs and long, serpentine tongue are unexpected, but all the sweeter. His tongue coils and flicks wildly against you in ways you never could have imagined, and the way his sharp fangs occasionally graze you and threaten a cut causes your heart to flutter in excitement.

"Levi that feels so good," you moan, as he reaches up and links his scaled fingers with your own. He doesn't let up as he does so, pushing his face into your crotch in delirious pleasure as though you're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. Even as you back away, he pushes further, denying you even the slightest breathing room. Though he's shy and nervous normally, something has overtaken him.

Your moans grow louder and more impatient as he goes down on you and you can feel anticipation building up. He can feel the waves of pleasure that you ride, and matches your rhythm until you finally crash back down in an intense orgasm.

His tongue retracts back into his mouth as he climbs on top of you. He pulls his swimsuit down to reveal a thick, knotted cock. You smile, pulling him back into a kiss as you take his cock in your hand. You stroke it, though he doesn't need any encouragement; he's as hard as can be already. You only want to feel his thickness throbbing impatiently in your hand.

You guide him to your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, and you let a moan out. With no one around, you can be as loud as you want, and as he pushes back in, you never had much of a choice anyway. He gives you little time to adjust, getting more impatient and excited by the second. Soon enough he's thrusting his hips roughly and erratically, losing sight of any sort of rhythm in his excitement. You can feel his knot pressing up against your hole periodically, but he knows better than to push it in just yet. He's not quite close enough yet, but your shrieks of pleasure let him know that you're getting close and that drives him wild.

He thrusts harder and harder with each second, his knot pushing a little further into you until it's nearly in. His frantic breathing tells you he's close, and just when you think he can't take any more, you feel the knot slide into you, your hole clenching around the base. The newfound fullness pushes you over the edge and you're barely able to squeak out "I'm cumming," as you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, pumping you full of his seed that his knot will hold in. It continues to swell, the pressure finding new places and forms of pleasure within you.

He catches your eyes, the only thing to see more or less down here. He blushes, looking away, but you press you hand to his cheek and turn his eyes back to yours. His hips are still moving a little, the pleasure almost too much for him to bear. Through his ragged breath and twitchy movements, he can barely hold eye contact, but as you lean in and kiss him, he just melts.

By the end of the kiss, his knot has shrunken somewhat, and he slips out. Exhausted, he collapses onto you, and rests his sweet head on your chest. "That was amazing," He says.

"Yeah," you say with a smile. "I'm glad we got to share such a special moment down here. In this place that is so important to you."

"You're important to me too," He says. "I'll bring you down here as often as you like."

You smile and relax, letting the soft sand envelop you. "I'd like that very much," You say.

#obey me smut #kinktober #monster fucker #obey me Leviathan X Reader #obey me Leviathan smut #Leviathan smut #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me x reader #om! Leviathan #obey me Leviathan #Leviathan x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb

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forthevillains · 14 days

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Unspoken feelings

Albert Wesker X fem!reader [slight nsfw]

[You made a deal with Wesker not to involve feelings in your relationship, but when you wanna move on and find someone else he doesn’t accept it]

You've been drained, drained by your own emotions, hands trembling as you nervously walked back and forth around the hallway of a fancy hotel where your lover had stayed. You bit on your lip harshly as the feeling of anxiety engulfed your body. It's been a hard decision to make, you wouldn't have done it if you didn't feel like life's slipping through your fingertips in an immense speed. You were getting older, almost 30 by now and yet, your poor life has been nothing but chaos. You didn't have anyone, not at all. Nothing made sense anymore and all you could do was look for some kind of a relief.

The blood was drawn, small droplets urging to go through the thin skin of your lower lip until you tasted it your tongue. Suddenly you stop in your tracks, taking a few deep breaths, trying to keep your composure.

But how could you?

You were completely ready to abandon the last part of your life that kept you from moving on. You were ready to give up on him, to give up on man who has kept your poor heart in delusions of being loved. He filled your head with enough sweet words while he destroyed your body, over and over again until you fell in a deep abyss with no way out. Now it's up to you to crawl back up.

Opening your eyes, you finally bring yourself to knock at the door, rhythmically, in a way that always made him know exactly who's paying him a visit.

The door swung open, almost instantly and your eyes widened as they met with those light blue orbs once again. The man so godly, he barely even looked real. His blonde hair was still neatly slicked back, yet a few strands were, unlike usual, hanging before his eyes. The top buttons of the shirt he wore were undone, making you think that you might've ruined his peaceful evening, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop staring. Only now have you noticed the rolled up sleeves that revealed his muscular forearms and you gulped in a slight feeling of despair, remembering all the times he's laid those hands on you. The way each of his touch felt gentle yet rough at the same time, how he caressed your trembling form as you lay underneath him in pure bliss.

"Y/N? I don't remember you having time tonight." The man speaks and you have to shake your head to calm your thoughts and look up at him again. He was right, you have told him that you're gonna be busy. Which you are, you have a date after all.

"I don't. I just came here to talk." You choke out as you manage a nervous smile. It's obvious to him that something's off from your body language alone, yet he doesn't question any of it, for now, and lets you inside, motioning with his hand for you to come in as he steps away from the door.

As you walked in, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks and stopped. Wesker noticed that and turned back to you in an instant, raising an eyebrow, awaiting whatever you have to say to him.

"I'm not gonna stay long, I've got somewhere to be." You simply explain why haven't you followed him any further and he nods, as if he barely even cared at all.

"You're free to do whatever you want, no need to repeat yourself."

You look at the floor, fiddling with your fingers in anxiety. It's clear that you seem to be bothering him, so you decide to get it over with quickly.

"I wanna end whatever is going on in between us." You say finally. It's expected from him to just nod at you and let you leave, you were one of many after all, he made it clear that no feelings were going to be involved. He made sure to let you know that and not just once. Yet now that you've made the decision to leave him on his own, you had to face the consequences.

"No." Wesker's stern voice grounded you immediately and you looked him in the eyes. They seemed as if they could set you on fire if he really wanted to, a frown appearing on his face soon after as he has decided to approach you. It was only then when he noticed what you're wearing. A short black dress underneath your warm coat, decorated by thigh-highs to keep your legs safe from the cold breeze outside.

He couldn't help, but sigh, enough for you to hear the disappointment in such a simple gesture.

"I-It's what we have agreed on." You stutter over your words, desperately trying to make the situation better, although deep down you knew that you're just making it worse.

Wesker slowly, step by step, made his way to you, both his hands sliding towards your rosy cheeks to cover them with his large palms. His touch felt gentle, that man was aware of his strength and he's always treated you like a favorite fragile doll of his. He made you feel special, like the most beautiful woman to ever walk on earth knowing that no man is ever going to show you such treatment. Yet he didn't want a relationship, so it was time to let go of all that.

"Where do you plan on going, dressed like that, hm?" Your lover asks in a playful tone, caressing your soft skin, watching you lean into his touch like an obedient little thing would. Closing your eyes, you release a small sigh, before opening them again to be met with his.

"I have a date," you announce dryly, biting your lip, unsure of what kind of a reaction should you expect.

Wesker's eyes darken and he lets one of his hands fall to his side as he slowly glides his fingers over your lips, all the way to you chin, gripping it tightly to make sure you won't break eye contact as he speaks to you. "I can't allow that, dearheart."

You want to move away, so badly, to cut all the strings connecting the two of you, but the way his blue eyes stare into yours is something you've always kept as your favorite memory. You loved looking into his eyes, your mind filled with such joy, knowing that not many have that opportunity since he doesn't take his sunglasses off unless it's necessary.

Your lips part slightly as there's lack of oxygen in your lungs and your nose doesn't seem to provide enough. That though, hit a nerve in Albert. Having you there, touching you and seeing your reactions was enough for him to smirk as he leaned in to close the gap between the two of you, his lips brushing against yours so deliciously you almost gave in immediately. His tongue literally begged for you to let it inside your mouth and that was your sign to push him away, leaving him surprisingly amused by your resistance. He didn't expect you to put up a fight, yet you were doing it.

"I... I can't, Albert, I've made up my mind," you inform him, with as much confidence as you were able to find in yourself, only for him to drown it as quickly as you said those words.

"Have you now, darling?" He simply couldn't ignore the way his name slipped past your lips as he was only used to hear you scream it while he pounded into you so hard you could see stars, so that you forgot your own name.

Suddenly his hands found their place on your hips, fingers digging into you even through the cloth that was now your only armor, your only protection. You were aware that if you felt him skin to skin, his soft fingertips exploring your beautiful body, you would've melted then and there, leaning against him and desperately begging for more.

"Y-Yes," you stutter, your eyes wandering all over the place in a mere attempt to avoid his. You're nervous. Your body trembles and the man before you is suddenly the last one you'd want to see. He was a distraction, much more than that even, he kept changing the direction of your life, to fit his own, he would make you the perfect woman for himself without you realizing at all. "This guy could be the right one and I want to make a good first impression." Yet you remain still, caught in his grasp.

Wesker had different plans for you, now that he knew there was another guy in the game. He can't allow that. You were his since the first time the two of you exchanged words, you were his all along, but he would be too disappointed in himself if he ever admitted to a thing as such.

"There's no need to impress anyone." His jaw clenched just at the imagine of you trying to fit the expectations of someone else. Why on earth would you do that anyway? You don't need to impress some random guy.

Your eyes widen as you finally look at him, feeling how tensed up he is... How tightly he's holding you as if you were to disappear any second and he'd never see you again. It felt as if he was scared of letting you leave right now. And he was. He finally found a someone who'd make him feel human again, someone he wished to spend every minute of his life with, someone who was more than just a mere company in bed... The realization hit you like a truck.

"Are you... jealous?"

His answer was immediate. "No." And god did he lie. It was a terrible lie, he didn't even believe himself. You were his, his only and he wouldn't take the chance of you finding someone else. He was jealous.

"Then let me go," you urge, but he doesn't dodge, no, his grip on your hips even tightens.

"No," he refused, taking a step forward, almost making you stumble upon your own feet as you walked back, following his lead until you were pressed against the wall. "I'm not gonna let you end whatever's between us."

You press your hands on his chest to keep as much distance from his as possible. How good he smelled alone was making you crazy and the more you looked at him, the more you were sure that this was no ordinary man, but a God himself. You've always admired how great he looked, how perfect he was in all kinds of ways. His warm body pressed against yours, his muscular chest underneath your palms and those eyes, watching you... You were falling deeper and deeper every passing second.

"It was just sex, nothing more, you agreed to it." You tries your best to keep your composure, but he leaned closer to you, his cheek brushing against yours as he whispered to your ear. "Push me away then."

Wesker was testing you. He knew how you felt about him, he knew how wet each of his touches was making you. How much you wanted him to just take you then and there. But he wanted you to say it.

His lips dragged from your ear to your neck where he began to taste the soft skin, kissing it gently, finding that one sensitive spot right under your jaw that he knew would make your head spin.

One of your hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as a sigh of satisfaction escaped you. "Tell me, dearheart. How would the other man feel knowing he could never make you moan like your previous lover did, hm?”

You didn’t answer, you were in your own world already, focusing on his touch, on how his tongue caressed your skin before sucking it in roughly, drawing a moan out of you as his hands lead you closer by the hips so that you could feel how badly he craved you. He had no shame around you, ever.

"I guess we’ll have to find out,” you breathed out and placed your free hand on his erection, rubbing it through the pants that were suddenly too tight for him. You knew where this was gonna end. Your date be damned, you needed Albert more than anyone else.

#albert wesker x reader #resident evil #albert wesker #resident evil wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x you #oneshot

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ghostlywhiskey · 9 months

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Squeaky Steps - Part 1: Merry Christmas (Simon Riley x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,622

Warnings: Mentions the death of a parent, age gap (23/31).

Summary: Simon is your brother’s best friend. It’s Christmas and he’s staying with your family for the holidays. You have a talk on the deck.

Notes: I think I have a problem because everything I write has some depressing undertone and I can't help it - it's for the plot I tell myself. If there are errors it is because I didn't proofread at all - oopsies 🤍

Part 2: Spinning

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Tick.

The soft sound of the hands on your alarm clock is a continuous song in the dark abyss that is your bedroom.

Laying flat on your back, your eyes stare a hole into the ceiling. How much longer can you stare before your brain accepts nothing is going to change about the ceiling?

Sighing, your body stays still except your head that looks over at the clock.

2:43 AM. Merry Christmas, the little voice in your head says. Merry Christmas to you too, you reply in your head. Are you losing it? Probably.

Deciding that laying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, including having a conversation with yourself in your head, is going to do you no good in aiding your attempt at sleep. So, you slip out from underneath the covers. You walk over to the closet, opening it to grab your dad’s old oversized quarter-zip. Good ol’faithful - that quarter zip got you through a break-up, college finals…name the stressful event and you probably wore it. Reaching down to the shoe rack, you grab an old pair of slippers that have gone through hell and back.

Carefully, you walk down the staircase, avoiding every squeaky spot you memorized since the age of five. Once at the bottom, you walk to the sliding door to head onto the back deck. As you open it, you notice your brother’s best friend, Simon, smoking a cigarette.

“Those things will kill you, y’know?” Closing the door behind you before you walk over to him, arms crossed to preserve your warmth. You’re not sure if this actually helps, but you’ve convinced yourself it does.

Simon takes a drag from the first class ticket to death between his fingers, turning to acknowledge your presence as he does. Pulling it away from his lips, he smirks and exhales softly.

“Really? I thought they prolonged your life.” Simon says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. If you knew nothing about cigarettes, his tone would almost be believable. A smile forms on your own lips, watching his breath cloud up in the winter air before it slowly vanishes into the night.

“Hmm,” You hummed softly, looking up to see the stars and moon painting the night sky. “And here I thought you were a smart man.” Your gaze moving from the sky, landing back on his.

Simon ignores your comment, taking another drag from the cigarette. “What are you doing up, Little Walker?” The nickname he gave you since you met him at the age of seven and he was fifteen. Now twenty-three and thirty-one, the name would be going nowhere soon.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged. “Started talking to myself and figured I should just get some fresh air before Santa brought me a psych ward stay for Christmas.” The joke instantly earned a chuckle from Simon. “What brings you here?” You ask.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He reuses your response you just gave him, taking one last drag from his cigarette before he presses the bud against the deck railing. “It seems to happen every Christmas, so I usually come out here. But, this year you seem to be my surprise guest.” A soft chuckle comes from him, his body moving so his back is against the railing and arms crossed over his chest. “Any specific reason you can’t sleep?” The tone in which he asks the question makes you think he has an idea what’s causing your restlessness. His gaze on your quarter-zip holds for a few moments, as if he is examining it.

“Thinkin’ about your dad, aren’t you?” Bingo.

“Am I that easy to read?” You say softly.

“When I’ve known you since the age of seven, I’d say you’re the only book I know how to read along with your brother.” He chuckles, it subsides rather quickly as his expression turns serious. “It’s the fifth Christmas without him.” It isn’t a question, he’s stating it. It’s a fact that can’t be disputed.

It was May. One month before your high school graduation. Your mom and you had been at the dress boutique finalizing alterations on your prom dress. Your brother was home from deployment visiting friends, catching up with them.

The house was quiet when you and your mom arrived home an hour later. The prom dress in its protective bag and you were excited to show your dad. “Dad, we’re home!” You called out. Silence. But, his car was in the driveway. He had to be home. Setting the dress on the couch, you made your way to the sliding door that led to the backyard. Not a soul to be seen besides a red cardinal eating from the bird feeder you begged your dad to build when you were nine.

You stepped away from the sliding door, your body freezing as it registered your mother screaming. Hurriedly, you made your way up the staircase. Every squeak amplified as your feet landed on each stair. You grabbed the railing at the stop of the stairs, swinging your body around the corner to rush towards your parents bedroom. Eyes landing on your mother who was on the floor, hovering over his body. Arms extended out and palms on his chest as you saw her body push against the chest of your father who laid on the floor.

He never saw the dress.

“Yep.” The ‘p’ makes an exaggerated popping noise. You stand next to Simon, back leaning against the railing and crossing your arms. The same position he holds. “I think it sucks more when the number feels like a milestone. Except it isn’t a happy milestone. It’s a, ‘hey, fuck you, remember this shitty thing that happened to you like it happened yesterday’. Y’know?” Looking up at the sky for the second time tonight, you stare a little longer this time at the stars and moon.

“Christmas was his favorite holiday.” Simon says, pulling your attention from the sky. “I never did thank him properly for letting me spend it every year with you guys.” He almost sounded angry. Or was it frustration?

“Simon, he knew how much you appreciated it.” Your voice wrapped around him like a heated blanket in the cold winter air as you noticed his facial expression relax. “Don’t think for a second he didn’t.” The words coming out of your mouth with no hesitation.

Silence lingered for a minute between the two of you. “I need another cigarette.” He muttered, reaching into his jacket pocket for his pack and lighter. Pulling one out, he held it between his teeth as he shoved the pack back into his pocket. You watched as he tried to ignite the lighter, failing to do so earned a frustrated grunt. Not thinking twice, you reached for the lighter and fidgeted with it for a moment before you held it up to the cigarette in his mouth. Your eyes focused on the end of the cigarette as your thumb moved to ignite the lighter. Simon’s eyes focused on your face, watching the flame brighten your face for a fleeting moment.

He took a drag as you lit it, pulling it away from his lips and turning to exhale away from your face. “Thanks, Little Walker.” You handed him the lighter, nodding. “No problem. But, don’t thank me for aiding in your early death.” You said, the words felt heavier on Simon’s chest considering their conversation a few moments ago. “I’ll quit one day.” His gaze fell down to look at you.

Nodding to his proclamation, a yawn leaves your mouth. “I think that’s your sign to get to bed.” Simon said before he took another drag of his cigarette. “I think you’re right. Are you heading in too?” You ask as you scrunch the end of your sleeves to cover your hands from the cold. “Not yet. Don’t worry about me. Get to bed.” The words sound cold, but you know he cares about you.

You nod once more at his words, heading for the sliding door.

“Little Walker?” He says, just as you go to pull the door open. You turn your head to look at him. “Yeah, Simon?”

“Merry Christmas.” Simon says.

“Merry Christmas.” You say.

When you laid in bed after getting back upstairs, you glanced at the clock.

3:23 AM.

Pancakes.

Opening your eyes, you wake up laying on your side facing the window in your room. The sun breaks through the small crack in your curtains. Faint voices downstairs belonging to your mother, brother and Simon travels through the house.

After a few minutes of actually giving yourself time to wake up and go through your morning routine, you walk down the stairs. The squeaky spots avoided despite no one being asleep. Heading into the kitchen, the three of them look at you and smile. Your mother making pancakes, your brother stealing blueberries and chocolate chips from containers next to the stove, and Simon who was sitting at the counter drinking from a mug. Tea, never coffee.

“Morning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.” Your mother said, before her attention went back to the pancakes on the stove. Leaning over, you kissed her cheek before you felt a blueberry hit your forehead. Scrunching your nose, you looked at your brother. “Merry Christmas to you too, Dean.”

“Merry Christmas, smelly.” Dean teased, eating a chocolate chip. Dean was a child stuck in the body of a thirty-one year old man, and somehow a soldier. Your gaze looked over at Simon, he nodded at you before he took a sip of his tea. The two of you already exchanged your ‘Merry Christmases’ earlier this morning.

Your mother’s voice saying breakfast was ready pulled your gaze away from him.

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cookierunauprompts · 4 months

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Can you please do a continuation of req 8 (the masquerade ball on) pleas I really loved it

absolutely, that's one of my favorite reqs that i've ever written. you do not understand how much i love masquerades hehehe

Requested Prompts #40 - 💓

You steadily picked yourself up from the ground, what had happened? The last thing you remember you were at the ball and then... nothing. You couldn't even remember who you were dancing with, if you were even dancing at all. You take a look around, taking in your surroundings... or rather, the lack thereof. You were surrounded by an inky black abyss that stained your vision black yet still allowed you to see, you could tell that it did that because you could see yourself almost perfectly. " Hello?" You call into the abyss, not expecting an answer even though that's what you want. " Is anyone there?" There was a pause, an almost infinitely long pause. For a moment you worried that you were stuck here, in the void, alone. You'd surely go insane if that were the case, but luckily( or perhaps, unluckily depending on how you view it) that wasn't the case. The ground trembled, and you stumbled back just in time to see a quite frankly way too large eye open up where you had been standing. It glowed a bright blue, reminding you of something you just couldn't put your finger on. And slowly but surely, it rotated to look at you. More eyes popped up, each staring at you when they opened. You receded into yourself, backing away even though it seemed that no matter how far you went they always seemed to get closer. You trip over your own feet and soon find yourself falling backwards, with fear clutching you for a mere moment before you are caught. " Now now, Little Star, we can't have you falling over now, can we?" A voice tutted with a chuckle, a rather familiar voice actually... You looked around for the source of the voice, and for who caught you, but you couldn't find anything other than the fact you were caught by a large, shadowy hand. You squeaked with surprise as you saw it's fingers curl around your form. " Y-you... Just who are you?" You called out into the darkness, your response beginning with a maniacal laugh. " Oh what a shame it is that you don't even recognize me... I'm rather hurt, Little Star." The voice cooed, and that's when it hit you. This voice belongs to that cookie at the masquerade ball... and the one that appeared in your dreams, the one you made that deal with... Oh sweet witches, just what did you get yourself into? " Show yourself!" You commanded, yet you were unable to hide the treble of fear that wormed its way into your tone. " Ehehe... Eheheha... Ehe he ha ha hah!" The voice cackled, you could feel the two largest eyes, the ones that looked like they actually belonged to a face, peering down at you. " Oho? So the princess wants me to reveal myself? I might as well indulge the wishes of her highness then~!" The voice chirped.

You stared on in a mixture of fear and awe as the Shadows receded to reveal the large figure of the cookie before you, bearing the same silhouette as the jester that appeared in your dream, only colored in. His heterochromatic blue eyes stared down at you as a grin stretched to be far too wide across his face. " Why hello there little princess! I'm so terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, but now we can finally meet face to face! Or well, face to real face." The jester chuckled, you couldn't help but feel like you've heard about this... well, this jester before. The cogs in your brain turn and turn, where have you heard about a Jester who could manipulate the Shadows to do his bidding? Ah, that's right, from your father. This was one of the five beasts, the fallen heroes. Shadow Milk Cookie. You fucked up big time just by making a deal with him in the first place, and you could tell that he could tell based just on your expression that you'd come to this realization. " Aw, there's no need to look so concerned! I do intend to keep my end of our little deal." You leaned away from him. " Considering your track record for deceiving cookies... I doubt it." You say, glancing up at him suspiciously. The gargantuan jester sighed dramatically. " You really don't remember out contract, do you?" He asked, to which you responded to with a shake of your head. " Fine, fine, I'll explain it again from the top." Shadow Milk Cookie cleared his throat, beginning to speak. " The very notion of our deal was that you would give me what you desired most in exchange for what you valued most, yes? What you wanted the most was freedom... Yet 'Freedom' is also what you value the most. So you put me into a bit of a conundrum as to how to collect what you valued while also giving you the freedom you ever so desperately desired." You gulped, you had a rather concerning feeling about this. You felt like you had acted selfishly in the past, far too selfish. " So then I had a thought!" The jester chirped, not helping the sinking feeling in your gut in the slightest. " What if I exchanged the freedom of your kingdom in exchange for yours? It was a truly marvelous idea if I do say so myself!" And there it was.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #another cliffhanger :3 hehe

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Eternity or stasis Part 1 of 2

Spicy scene so watch out. Also some Archon/Arlecchino slander purely because I don't like the fact that the house of the hearth is basically just training child soldiers. No hate if you like her but she is definitely not a good or even morally grey person.I am so sorry about human dvalin guys. I tried not to stroke my own ego when describing him but all the concept art for human Dvalin makes him out to be a very very VERY pretty man. And I like the Hoyoverse dragons so there is a bit of that. Also sorry this took so long to come out.

"Dvalin please!" You whine

"Mine. You're mine." He growls.

"Ah!" you squeak as he squeezes your hips.

"Tight... so tight... Too Tight! Dvalin I can't breath!" 'Yeah that's me. You're probably wondering how I got here.'

20 minutes ago.

"Dvalin it's been 2 weeks since Xiao brought me back. Andruis has come to visit twice, and both times you've refused to see him. You hardly let the abyss mages and slimes bring me food. "I'm begging you, please let me go. I won't run away again just please." You pleaded desperately trying to wriggle out from between his front claws. He was splayed out like a dog lying out in the sun arms crossed in front of him to trap you in.

"Not a chance. The last two times I let you out of my sight you got kidnapped. First by those knights, then you were taken away and the abyss order has told me you were in the land of Geo. That filthy mud-ridden dragon. What does he have that I don't? What can he give you that I can't?"

"Well, no offence but physical intimacy and companionship."

"Oh really?" He growled in a sarcastic tone (and also literally growled, he is a dragon after all). A bright light blue light shined out from Dvalin's chest as he shrunk.

"Dvalin? What...?"

Standing before you was a beautiful man with sharp features. He had a long pointed nose, and sharp eyes. His face wasn't too particularly round (he had a few freckles on his face) and his chin looked like it could cut diamonds. He had long baby blue hair that fell past his shoulder blades - his bangs curled around his head to the back of his head - and glowing aqua colored eyes that pierced your soul. His horns curved up, back and towards each other; the tips tinted in dark blue. His pointed ears peeked out meekly from the sides of his head. He was tall (maybe 7 feet), and his entire body - from hid shoulders down to his waist - was broad. His chest and abs were sculped and defined. His limbs held muscles toned to perfection, yet strangely enough faded from the pale of his torso and face to a lighter blue and finally to a deep blue at his finger tips and his long nails. Finally just behind him swayed a furry blue and white tail.

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"Why wouldn't I be? I don't wear clothes in my true form. I feel strange like this." He looked at his hand, perplexed by the addition of a fifth finger.

"You- you- two- um-" You backed up as he stalked over to you. "Wait!" Your face heated.

"Come here darling. You said you wanted to be physical." He pulled you toward him and wrapped his tail around you.

"HELP LITTLE SLIMES!! I fell into a trap! He's got me! And he won't let me go!" You scream as a dendro smile and hydro smile bounce toward you.

"Mine."

"Yes I know but, EH!" You try to struggle.

"Mine!"

"Eh!"

"Mine!!"

"EH!"

"MINE!"

"EH!!"

"MINE!!"

"Dvalin! Please. This is embarrassing. And I can feel your 'friends' poking my ass."

"They just want to say hi, and they wouldn't be so eager if you didn't squirm so much on my lap." He purrs in your ear.

"We need to get you some clothes." You throw yourself from his grasp with all your might. "Maybe some apple bottom jeans."

"Jeans?" He looks confused.

"And boots with the fur."

"With fur?"

"Really just anything to keep you 'packages' to yourself."

"Oh? So you don't want 'Physical Intimacy'?" He teases.

"Um I..." 'Screw it. Baizhu and I are just friends with benefits.' You pull Dvalin closer and kiss him. His lips mold into yours and you poke your tongue into his mouth. He lay you down as his tongue overtook your mouth.

"I... cannot feel my legs."

"Stay right there, I'm going to get some food." He kisses your head.

"Wait!" You grab one of his horns and gently rub your thumb over it.

He lets out a breathy moan and grabs you wrist. "Keep that up and this little snack I'm getting you will be an intermission instead of aftercare."

"Did you want this?"

"It was nice, especially the feeling of your nails scratching along my back. I'll be honest, I'm willing to do anything to keep you here."

"Okay, thanks for getting me some food."

"Of course darling." He kisses your lips, and slithers out of the tower.

10 minutes later you're feeling a bit better, that was until a certain high pitched Bard showed up.

"Dvalin! Please answer me. I know that you're up here! I'm sorry about what happened about a month ago." Venti pleads voice cracking like he's holding back tears.

"Hi Venti..." You say apathetic.

"What are you doing here? How did you get back here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." You snark.

"Don't get smart with me! You turned Dvalin against me."

"I thought you'd want him to be free, and happy."

"I do. But I also want him to be safe. You are nothing but trouble, and I don't want him around you. End of story"

"Why don't you give me one more- ow! Fudge nuggets! Anyway Venti," You limp your way over to him. "That's not really for you to decide, now is it?" You taunt.

"What gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

"What gives you the right to demand the respect of your people. You're a drunkard, Zhongli is a deadbeat, and Ei is a dictator. Not only that but the Tsaritsa endorses the exploitation of children, allowing Arlecchino - one of her Harbingers - to groom them into the perfect soldiers. They're exploiting orphans - who only have them to trust in - for their army. What good do you Archons do for your citizens?"

"Shut up!" He pushes you to the ground. Your delusion starts to glow seafoam green.

"You don't protect them. So get off your high horse you fake wannabe dei-"

"SHUT UP!!" He screams as the structure around you shakes and the air in the environment grows warmer.

"Heh, I knew you were full of hot air."

"SHUT! UP!" He screams in your face as his hands come to wring your neck.

"GET OFF THEM!!"

"Dvalin?/!" Venti and you shout in unison. Him in horror and you in joy. Dvalin drops the food and charges at venti.

"What have they done to you?" Venti whispers.

"I chose to become this Venti."

"They've clipped your wings."

"You mean these?" Wings spring from his back.

"You know what I mean! Your powers are drained in this form! Why would you do this?"

"I need them that's why."

"No! I'm putting my foot down. I hate to do this but this obsession you have with them isn't healthy!" Dvalin charges at him and he dodges. Venti summons his bow (the skyward harp) and shot at you. You try to block but nothing happens. The arrow doesn't pierce you but it does knock you out and blow you far off.

When you wake up you're somewhere you haven't been before. Inazuma.

"Okay. This isn't good. Why couldn't I block the arrow? Was it because it was Venti's?" You look down to your delusion and see it was seafoam green instead of a gold color. "Does this mean I've resonated with Anemo? I shook hands with Zhongli and resonated with Geo, Venti pushed me so..." You hold your hand out and several small wind currents form around you. You bring your other hand up and they all form into a big gust of wind shaped in a pair of wings. "Interesting. Okay... where exactly am I? This looks a bit like Ritou. Maybe I could get across to the beach."

"Outlander! Freeze!"

"Shit!" You start to jump across to the beach on your wind currents. You run through the hills of Inazuma.

"Okay I think I'm safe now. Where on earth did I go?" You run to the north end of Narukami Island.

"Hello?! Hello?" You call out as you look for anyone who could help you.

"Hm? Hey cutie!" Itto shouts at you.

"Aw, aren't you sweet."

"Heh. Nah, you're just adorable. Hey! You wanna beetle battle with me."

"I don't know how. Maybe a big, strong man could teach me." You flirt.

"Course I could." He wraps his arm around your shoulder. Maybe you should feel a bit bad about flirting and sleeping around but you were promised debauchery. You wrap your arm around him as he leads you to where his gang was, though you didn't get too far with Kujou Sara and her forces on you tail.

"There you are! Surrender your Vision and the blondie." She demands.

"Oh yeah, the sus girl made me twinsies with the twins."

"The Raiden Shogun has ordered any interlopers to be deported from Inazuma immediately, and if they have a vision we are to seize it form them. This... person?" She looks to you for confirmation, to which you nod. "Is under arrest for fleeing Ritou."

"So typical of a cop to be a rude bitch. Actually that's not really fair. Chevreuse, Wriothesley and Cyno are technically cops and they'll probably be considerate. Come to think of it The knights of Favonius are cops and Jean was extremely considerate. It's just the archon simps- well, no Xiao was pretty nice."

"Less talking more fighting!" Itto shouts in a frenzy. He and Shinobu have to fend of the Tenryou Commission.

"Sorry!" You lift your hand and the gusts of wind lift the enemies off the ground.

"Now we're talking! Looks like the playing field just got a bit more even." Itto taunt.

"On my command!" Sara yell as she readies her bow. You quickly start to twist and turn your delusion to try and get in back to Geo.

"Don't do this to me. I need Geo right now." You whisper and it started to glow gold again. You quickly jump in front of Itto to block Sara's shot. You then start to pelt her with a slew of jagged spall toward the cops.

"Retreat!" Sara's companions cry.

"Cowards! get back here!" She furiously runs after them.

"Oh my gosh! That was awesome dude! Oh hey, what should I call you?" Itto cheers.

"Babygirl." you respond without missing a beat. "It's this affectionate nickname where I come from. If not that you can call me Gen with a G. Last name Z.

"It's nice to meet you Z." Shinobu greets from beside Itto.

"Please, call me Gen. We're friend now... or something more." You mumble that last part.

"Yeah yeah yeah, formalities and such. How'd you do that? You went from Anemo to Geo in a split second!" Itto praises. "It was awesome. Does that me you have like, Anemo and Geo inside you."

"Well I don't know about Geo but Anemo and Dendro have definately both been inside me."

"Huh?"

"Uh, not the point. We should get going before the cops show up again."

"Oh right. Well Gen in thanks for you saving us I'll treat you to the Biggest bowl of Ramen I can afford."

"I don't think I'll be able to finish all by myself, but we could split it." 'Please if there is any good left in this universe or the one I come from let Itto and I do the lady and the tramp thing! Please please please-'

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Itto apologizes.

'I love you universe!'

"Looks like Heizou was right. Caught you right where he said you would be."

"I'll handle this Itto. You just get everyone out of here." You order.

"No way! I'm not leaving you behind Gen!" He argues.

"Loyal to a tee, I see why Ayato likes you." You smile. Tenryou soldiers flinging themselves at you.

"Itto we have to go." Shinobu pleads.

"But-"

"Trust me! Go."

"I'm coming back for you!"

"Thank you." You smile. The Arataki Gang ran as the cops jump and overpower you.

Sara bounds your wrists and ankles, and throws you over her shoulder. "Dang bound again. If I had a nickel for everytime I've been bound and it wasn't sexy, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. Weirder still that the only two times I've been bound have both been very unsexy. 'This would be arousing if you hadn't been an asshole earlier.' You thought. 'Okay... I guess this is a little hot.'

"Hey do you want to hear something cool? According to the Babylonians, Asushunamir was this super rad person who wasn't man or woman and they were given the gift of prophecy and healing. Also the Norse had this other dude who's portrayed as really really hot and they were gender fluid but mostly went by he. The gender non conforming have a pretty sweet gig being hot and getting people out of trouble."

"Please stop talking. Besides it doesn't matter who or what you are. Man, woman, or something in between, all obstacles in the Shoguns path to eternity must face her wrath. No amount of strange tales will spare you."

"Bring it on that tyrant is going down!"

"Brave or foolish I do not know. May I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"I've been hearing rumors about you. They say you are not so much man or woman so... how do you work in bed if you don't mind me asking."

"Well~ you could find out for yourself~"

"I'll have to pass on your oh so generous offer." Sara retorts sarcastically.

"I'm a power-bottom if you must know! Nah that's a lie I'm submissive and breedable, even if I never get pregnant."

"Well... here we are. The Shogun is just inside. She will decide your fate." Sara unbinds you.

"Bye Sara. Raiden Shogun! You better get your Bitch ass out here!" You storm through the halls.

"Who dares to insult me?" The dumb little puppet shows it's face.

"I mean the real Shogun! Come on out Ei!" As you taunt her a purple rift rips through the air and Ei pulls you into the plain of euthymia.

"Why is a long haired hooligan in my presence. What's your name?"

"Gen. Now let's talk about something more previlent. You suck! I don't care if you have big boobies! You're a bad mom and a bad leader!"

"Excuse me?"

"You abandoned your son and say that you want to give him freedom. How is that freedom? You cast him out without anything to defend himself with! And on top of all of that he was basically a naive baby with no survival skills. How dense can you be? You are the cause of at least 25% of Teyvats major problems. Do you have any idea what He's doing out there right now?"

"Wow... you really want to die don't you?"

"Can you stop being so egotistical? There's more to this world than you ya know! I get you're sad because Makoto died, and you feel like you have no purpose. You don't feel worthy to be the Electro Archon, right? Well Miko doesn't think so. She and sara are keeping this entire nation afloat while you bitch and moan about having to do work."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Because I'm not from Teyvat."

"Obviously. You are the adored one. The one Celestia fears. That doesn't explain-"

"No!" You cut her off. "I'm literally not from this world. I've seen this twice before. I got in after beta and I have to look up past events off Youtube, because Hoyoverse is a bitch to the Genshin community. I get they want people to pay for gacha but just have them be a normal world quest or a side story or even a playable movie! Kingdom hearts did that with their mobile game! It was a bit confusing but that's kingdom hearts for you."

"...what?"

"Nothing. Point is you need to get off your ass and work. Your people are dying. They're slaughtering each other in droves. Eternity doesn't mean everything has to stay the same. Makoto wouldn't have wanted that Ei. Eternity can exist through Inazuma's preservation. Their culture and heritage and customs all play a part in Inazuma's identity. If those things can keep Inazuma thriving then Inazuma will be eternal."

"...you've seen this play out before. Is there ever a way for me to reach perfect Eternity."

"not a perfect stasis no. But from where I'm from you and Makoto's Legacy is secure. Inazuma is eternal to my people."

"How would I even go about trying to fix things?"

"...wait that worked?"

"What?"

"I never thought I'd get this far. (A/n: SpongeBob reference!) I was just trying to sow the seed so that the twins wouldn't have to go through so much bullshit to defeat you and make you see the error of your ways. I was trying to buy time more than anything."

"Okay... so what do we do now?"

"I have no clue..."

"Um when you said twins... you wouldn't happen to mean two blonds in strange clothes similar to yours, did you?"

"Is the puppet fighting them? Did your puppet take Thoma and they're trying to protect him?" You deadpan.

"Yes?"

"yep, that's them. Let 'em in they might be able to help."

She does as you instruct and the twins come barreling in. "What the Fu-"

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ginnsbaker · 8 months

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shattered (drabble)

Summary: Yelena learns about you moving on for good through a phone call.

Word count: 1.3K | A/N: Set in the ILGOSS universe, this one was suggested by @canvascoloredin; not sure if this counts as drabble, but there's really no other context here than Yelena finding out you're getting married to Wanda.

A direct sequel also to Rivers and Roads Til I Reach You

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She finds out about it right in the middle of a casual hookup.

Yelena’s small apartment located in a rural section of Leeds is quiet, lit only by the yellow light of the street lamp outside her window. She'd brought him home from the bar—dark hair, sharp jaw, and a wit that kept up with hers. Names hadn't mattered; their chemistry spoke for itself. But as they are tangled on the couch, fervently exploring one another, her cell phone begins to ring persistently from the coffee table.

At first, she tries to ignore it, her lips not leaving his for more than a breath. But when it starts ringing for the third time in a row, she groans in frustration, pulling away.

“Sorry,” she pants, “Just... give me a second.”

Expecting perhaps a miscall, the name flashing on the screen siphons the breath from her lungs. Natasha. Immediate and family, requiring her attention even amidst the haze of…whatever it is she’s been doing with these strangers for the past few years. Apologies form a tight lump in her throat as she delicately extricates herself from the man’s grasp, scooping up the phone with a trembling hand.

“Nat?”

Whatever she's expecting, it isn't a ghost from six years past being thrust back into her present. An abyss opens up beneath her, swallowing the words she might have formed in reply. The man, mere feet away, dissolves into nothing—because he’s nothing. Compared to you, he means nothing. None of them ever mattered to her as much as you did—still do. Even if her connection to you has been silent, a chapter she’d folded neatly away into a corner of her mind, trying to erase the memory of tears staining long-distance calls to New York.

“Yelena are you there?”

It takes two more seconds for Yelena to collect herself. “Y-Yes…”

“I said Y/N’s getting married,” Natasha says.

The numbness that enveloped her shatters suddenly by a biting sensation at her earlobe. The man, perhaps thinking the call isn’t of importance, tries to recapture her attention by nibbling at her. In an unexpected, almost involuntary reaction, Yelena pushes violently against his chest. The force sends him stumbling off the bed, surprise coloring his widened eyes.

“Hey! What the hell?” He exclaims, humiliation etching across his face. For a second, Yelena's gaze flits to him, seeing but not really registering his indignation. The burning gravity of the revelation about you consumes all her thoughts.

His anger brews as he hastily gathers his belongings. He shoots her one last incensed look before storming out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Yelena just stands there, phone still pressed to her ear.

There’s silence on the other end of the line before Natasha's voice filters through, softer now, even though she has no idea of the impact of what she’s just revealed. “Lena, are you okay?”

But how can she be?

“When?”

“When what?” Natasha responds, genuinely puzzled by the abrupt question.

It’s then that Yelena realizes how deep into her own world she's drifted. She clears her throat, the words forming barely above a whisper, “When are Y/N and her fiancé getting married?”

There's a pause, and Yelena can almost picture Natasha's brow furrowed in mild confusion. “Lena,” Natasha finally begins gently, “I was asking when you’re coming home. You should be here for the big moments, don't you think?”

Home. A term that has morphed and twisted in meaning for Yelena over the years, especially since you became part of her past. And even in its twisted meaning, she still envisions home as being exclusively you and her sister.

Yelena swallows hard. “I don’t know, Natasha. I haven’t thought about home in a long time.”

“But you should think about it. You've missed so much, and we've missed you,” Natasha persists, her voice threading through the line with an edge of vulnerability that's rare for her.

“Nat, I—”

“And don’t you think it’s time to tell me?” Natasha asks, exasperatedly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha snorts, the sound failing to get a rise out of Yelena, who continues to stay quiet.

“Come on, Yelena,” Natasha presses. “You think I wouldn’t notice? Ever since you left for the UK, every time Y/N comes up in conversation, you shut down. Why do you do that? Why won't you talk about what happened?”

Yelena grips the phone tighter, feeling as if she's been cornered. She hasn’t ever really talked about it, not with anyone. Because doing so would mean facing the fact that she chose to leave you behind. And now you’re planning to live the rest of your life with someone else.

“I just...” Yelena starts, her voice trembling. “It's in the past, Natasha. What’s the point in bringing it up now?”

“Because,” Natasha says. “It’s clear it still affects you. And maybe if you talked about it, let it out, you'd feel better. Holding onto it hasn’t done you any favors.”

Yelena sighs. “Fine. But you have to promise me you won’t say a thing to Y/N.”

When all has been said, her story ends just as it did when it actually happened: with tear tracks on her cheeks, trouble breathing, her hands shaking, and her eyes swollen and red.

Natasha doesn't say anything the entire time she's pouring her heart out, with only her steady breathing confirming her presence on the other line.

“I’m sorry,” Yelena whispers, her voice choked up, “I didn’t mean to unload all of this on you.”

“I love you,” Natasha says softly, filling the silence. “And I want you to come home, to be with us. But now that I’ve heard everything… I understand if you can’t. I understand if it's too much.”

“Does it get better?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe. It has to.”

The call ends abruptly, with neither of them saying another word. The phone slips from her hand, landing with a muffled thud on the carpet below. Her gaze lifts, scanning the surroundings of her apartment—her sanctuary. A place she had built from the ground up when everything else in her life seemed to be crumbling. The well-kept shelves, the carefully selected art pieces, the sofa that had cradled her through many solitary evenings.

And yet, despite the comfort her sanctuary has provided, it has never been able to shield her entirely from the bouts of loneliness that creep in, often in the stillness of the night. Now, as she stands in the center of it, Yelena realizes that those earlier moments of isolation were mere ripples compared to the tsunami engulfing her now.

She wraps her arms around herself, wandering to the window, and peering into the night. After this, she doesn’t know if she’ll ever find the strength in her to come home. She’s deluded herself into believing that when she comes back, you’d still be there waiting for her. Those dreams of returning to a world where you'd be waiting for her, where everything would magically revert to the way it was, now seem like fantasies. Perhaps they always were. She had crafted them as a lifeline, a comforting illusion to help her cope with the loneliness and the consequences of the decisions she’s made.

But tonight, reality has shattered that illusion. She’s been strong for so long, building barriers and facades, and in this moment, the façade wavers. Had she known that the last ‘I love you’ spoken between you would truly be the last, would she have said more? Fought harder? Stayed?

She’s left with the bitter acknowledgment that sometimes love stories, no matter how epic, don’t always have the resolution we crave. Sometimes they simply end, fading away in the unsaid and undone.

She lingers by the window a while longer, lost in her heartache, before finally turning away.

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❍ the 2k event: jeonghan + jellyfish

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alternative title: down here in the deep blue sea

pairing: siren prince!jeonghan x selkie!gn!reader

genre: mythical au, siren au, friends to lovers

word count: 1130

warnings: none

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The bottom of the ocean is dark and cold and unpleasant. There is little light, and the creatures that live here are fierce, hardened by the harsh environment they’ve evolved to survive in. Here in his palace, Jeonghan is shielded from the worst of it, but even he understands that the never-ending abyss that makes up his family’s kingdom is nothing like the glittering, lively seas that their distant mermaid cousins live in.

But it’s all that Jeonghan has ever known.

That is, until he met you.

“Jeonghan! Jeonghan, Jeonghan, I’m here!”

Jeonghan doesn't have time to look up before a selkie comes crashing into him, all sleek, soft fur and big eyes. He laughs, because he's used to this by now, and pushes away your head slightly so that you're not squishing your cheek against his.

"Get away from me, you rascal, you're going to mess up my hair," he says, but he's smiling, and you beam at him in return, all twinkling irises and bubbling laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, it's gonna get messed up anyway," you say, ruffling his hair just to prove your point. "Anyway. Ready to go?"

Jeonghan cocks his head, smiling. "Maybe. Where are we going this time?"

You tap your lips secretively. "It's a secret. You ready to come or not?"

He rolls his eyes, pretending to give a long-suffering sigh. "Alright. Let's go." He looks around the darkened sea garden, peering into the bushes. "Shua!"

Another siren pops his head up above a cluster of bioluminescent sea flowers. "Yes, sire?"

"I'm gonna leave," Jeonghan says, pointing to you. "Y/N's taking me hostage. Don't expect me back until at least supper time."

Joshua crosses his arms and swims towards where you and Jeonghan are sitting. "Jeonghan, I can't keep covering for you forever," he protests. "I think there are only so many times I can pretend you got lost in the Royal Seaweed Maze before someone realises I'm lying about the Crown Prince's whereabouts."

"Then just this one last time, Shuji," Jeonghan says easily, grinning. "I'll bring you along next time Y/N and I go somewhere. How about that?"

Joshua wrinkles his nose, the scales on his cheeks glowing neon pink in the light of the flowers. "Hmph. Just go. Tomorrow, I'm resigning as your personal guard."

"You do that," Jeonghan says with a smile, because they both know that Joshua would never leave him. "See you tonight, Shua!"

"Yes!" you cheer. "Let's go!" You ruffle Joshua's hair in consolation before grabbing Jeonghan's hand, sending a bright grin over to the siren prince and then swimming upwards, up, up, away from the kingdom down in the abyss.

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"Are you really not going to tell me where we're going?"

You look over at Jeonghan, whiskers twitching, and reply with a chirrup, bubbles escaping your mouth.

He sighs at you, smiling, flicking his tail and swimming faster so he's beside you. You slap at him with a seal flipper when he attempts to poke your cheek, making more seal noises before he laughs and holds his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay. But seriously, where are we going?"

You morph out of your seal form into one that's slightly more conversation-able, the faintest whiskers still on your cheeks and the sleekness of your selkie fur blending into something resembling human skin. You grin, and point upwards. "Not a where. A what."

Jeonghan looks up, and his eyes widen.

You've led him so far away from the depths of the ocean, and with just a few miles of swimming he'd be able to break the surface of the water. But that's not what he's looking at.

Above you both, there's a swarm of transparent, floaty things, tinted in pretty pinks and oranges with what looks like long, thin threads dancing in the movement of the sea.

"We're here to see the jellyfish," you say, and he mouths the word to himself in wonder.

He watches as the jellyfish bob around, following the movement of the current. They look almost like mysterious spirits, with elusive purposes and elusive aims and elusive goals.

It's fascinating.

Their transparent bodies filter the rays of sunlight right through them, and it's a kind of glittering, crystalline wonder that Jeonghan has never been able to see before in the near-pitch black darkness of his kingdom. He finds himself awed, unable to take his eyes away even as you take his hand and draw him closer to the shoal.

"Jellyfish have no brains, no hearts, bones, or eyes," you say.

"Aw. That's actually really sad," Jeonghan says. "Imagine not having a heart." He pauses. "Oh, and no brain, too."

You smile.

"They're actually mostly made of fluid and transparent muscles, which are the bell parts that you can see," you carry on, pointing to one jellyfish. "And these thin tentacles? They help the jellyfish catch their prey."

"How do they eat?" Jeonghan asks, confused.

"They trap their prey in their tentacles, and then eat through the opening in the middle of their bell body," you say. "See? It's like their mouth is in the center."

"Huh."

"Do you wanna touch them? They're dangerous for humans, apparently, but I found out that they're pretty much harmless for us to touch."

Before you came into his life, Jeonghan lived almost entirely within the walls of his palace, surrounded by darkness, knowing and going no further than the surrounding cities. It was a miserable existence, to always be held on a leash, unable to stretch his fins and breathe in new water into his gills.

But then came you. You stumbled into the palace gardens one day, all twitching whiskers and bright selkie eyes and a smile and an outstetched hand that promised new, bright, wonderful, fascinating.

Jeonghan had grown up being told not to take risks, but taking your hand?

That felt like coming home.

You come to him randomly, with new facts and new adventures and every day he's with you feels like living a new life, witnessing the shimmer of aquamarine seas and vibrant coral reefs with his own eyes. It's exhilarating, makes the blood in Jeonghan's veins sing. And listening to your voice, filled with such eagerness and fondness, is more mesmerising than any siren song that even his father could conjure.

"—not actually fish, you know? And they're pretty much harmless. Okay, maybe not totally harmless, but they don't bother you if you don't bother them."

You pause, then, because one jellyfish chooses that moment to bob upwards in a swirl of translucent jelly right into your face, and you scrunch your nose with a barking laugh.

Jeonghan watches you, the smile widening on his face, before he pauses.

Oh.

He might be just a tiny bit in love with you.

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absolutebl · 1 year

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Leaving GMMTV aside, what were youre favorite shows this year so far? I'll have more free time coming up and im way behind and out of the loop, so some recs would be appriacted, wise sage. Especially for those shows that didnt get the attention they deserved in your opinion! Thanks a lot!

Top 10 BLs of 2023 So Far

Our Dating Sim

(Korea) 10/10 Viki

If you haven't watched this, it's a must. I actually handed out a 10/10. I NEVER do that. It's a perfect short form KBL, an office set reunion romance featuring geeks that really suits 8 eps with no fluff and no chaff. Just comforting and yummy. I adored every aspect from the casting to the pristinely simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story - a cozy BL. It lives in my rewatch pile and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. Full review here.

My School President

(Thai) 9/10 YouTube

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this. And there is a lot to be said for the classics being re-executed perfectly. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? This show was fantastic, it’s only flaw was the singing (and that’s my baggage). My favourite GMMTV BL offering to date. And yes, I've watched them ALL.

(you said no GMMTV but I have to include it)

The Eighth Sense

(Korea) 9/10 Viki

One of the longest BLs Korea has given us and (like Blueming) it feels more atmospheric gay coming of age romance than strictly BL. It’s got a bit of an age gap, country boy/city boy, stellar acting, complex characters, and leads with great chemistry and tension. It’s a bit chewy and sticky and less perfect than most KBLs (do I detect a touch of Taiwan?) This one deployed BL tropes (messy eater, shoulder sleep, protective seme, there’s even some hyung-slinging) but front loaded them with painful backstory and tons angst drives the 2nd half. This isn’t in the KBL bubble, there’s sharp edges and lots of triggers. For a BL the darkness of the content left me feeling unsettled (which is the only reason it didn't get a perfect score) but it does have a glorious ending and that counts for a lot.

The New Employee

(Korea) 9/10 Viki

So good, SO QUEER, so soft, a near pitch perfect office BL with conflict derived from that setting. Also found family and a lesbian bestie. Sweet & innocent (and out) Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams. On his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved (and also v gay) boss. As you do. Frankly? This is what I wanted from this new crop of office set KBLs ALL ALONG. Rainbow rice cakes forever! Directed by queer activist Kim Jho Gwang Soo (Just Friends?) partly set in the same neighbourhood as the To My Star house. Gotta love WATCHA (Semantic Error, Light on Me).

Unintentional Love Story

(Korea) 9/10 iQIYI

A boy who just lost his job due to faked corruption charges accidentally discovers his ex-boss's favorite artist, now a recluse. Evil manager offers him his job back if he can convince the artist to rejoin society. Instead, they fall in love. I found the artist a bit stiff and reserved but Gongchan (maknae of B1A4) is a fucking GIFT - he carried this show (which I do not expect from the idol element). He was luminous with extraordinarily expressive eyes, just drown in the emoting abyss. The external conflict, social tension and pressure is complex and beautifully executed, plus Korea gave us legit side dishes (NOT a love triangle, hally-fucking-luya). I’m not sure on rewatchability, and it didn’t whip me into a verbal frenzy the way some KBLs do, but it still gets a solid 9/10 for those damn eyes alone.

Destiny Seeker

(Thai) 8/10 grey

A darn near perfect pulp featuring 3 likeable tsundere/sunshine pairings with uncomplicated iterations of enemies to lovers. At least one half of each does a decent amount of pining and there’s good chemistry, classic tropes, and communication rep. It’s fun and full of linguistic jokes. Sublimely cheesy but a good rainy day offering with tons of rewatch potential. Full review here.

Make a Wish

(Thai) 8/10

PNR (from Sammon - Manner of Death & Triage) about a doctor who can see the dead and strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love. Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not-Ohm, but who cares bc Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but v. satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay af, fag hag bestie and everything. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are too overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

All the Liquors

(Korea) 8/10 Viki & Gaga

A pretty classic foodie set KBL that managed to distinguish itself from others in this category by having a particularly satisfying final episode centered around found family. Sunshine sweetie soju rep gets involved with a shy introvert chef who doesn’t drink. This has a somewhat uneven plot and ridiculous central conceit (much in the way of Tasty Florida or Behind Cut), but if you are looking for a restaurant BL with Korea’s signature softness, then this is a great option. FYI I may identify with our baby party boy hedonist more than any other BL lead ever presented.

Love Mate

(Korea) 8/10 Viki

Features a very much openly gay older uke with commitment issues and a romantic (if arrogant) younger seme with no respect for boundaries (hyung romance). Workplace harassment much? That’s BL for ya. (Also a nonBL Kdrama specialty.) So yeah it’s questionable, but so is my taste. The ultimate premise that someone badly hurt shuts themself off to romance is very similar to Happy Merry Ending or 8th Sense but this version was more about fear than abuse or trauma. For me, this made Love Mate more relatable. However, because the denouement was driven by a late addition faen fatal, the conclusion felt rushed and forced. I can, however, see myself rewatching this one, so it falls into the general rank of 2023′s KBL aka solid high standard and eminently watchable.

Bed Friend

(Thai YouTube, Gaga, iQIYI)

Office frienamies transition a flaming hot one night stand into a f-buddy relationship that is built on a puppy/cat dynamic (and kinks into it at one point). Our puppy is loyal, smitten, and protective with endlessly longing eyes, while our cat is snarky, prickly, and deeply damaged (ALL THE TRIGGERS). NetJames give lovely high-heat with excellent chemistry and tuned-in performances of surprising depth, unfortunately the story ultimately failed them. Had the show had the strength of its convictions and kept to a tighter, darker, harsher 8 eps it would have been the first high heat to earn a 10/10 from me, but once they fussed with it, it dropped to a solid 8/10. Could have been great but was overworked. Still if high heat is your thing, this one will not let you down. Full review here. (Triggers include: child abuse, attempted rape, family abuse)

(3x! 3x Tumblr ate this post. They HAVE to de bug their new editor. This never happens with the old one. Biggest bug is with the "undo" function, DO something about it!)

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