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hii, i love your work so much <3 can u write smth about reader and abby (in a pre established relationship) where readers mind just goes completely blank as she stares at abbys arms when she works out or literally does anything and abby notices and fucks her hard and uses her strength to do whatever she wants with reader? would also be nice if u could write smth about overstimulation <3 i know its not a noticeable detail for this req but pls write black!reader bc i am too and need some abby for myself tysm 🫶

what you need [abby anderson]

pairing; abby x black fem!reader

cw; top!abby, bottom!reader, strap-on usage (r!recieving), overstimulation, dirty talk/gendered pet names, kinda leaning on bimbo/subspace territory

an; thank u so much for this request sweetheart! i hope u enjoy, please let me know what u think!! i'm sorry the ending is a little rushed, i've literally been trying to post this for like three weeks lmfao. also i did not proofread this v well so if u see a mistake no u dont <3

tags; @scandalcus @prrimordiais @roarriita

18+ only, mdni!!!!

you don’t consider yourself weak.

but when you were looking at abby, perhaps you were. just a bit.

“babe? the chalk,” abby’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you shook your head slightly, as if it would get rid of them, reaching behind you to grab the chalk before crossing the room to hand it to her.

“thanks,” she didn’t even look at you, and you almost huffed. you’ve been with her at the gym for what feels like hours now, even though it’s probably only been more like thirty minutes. you started out just walking on the treadmill, but got bored pretty quickly when you realized you could be watching your girlfriend train instead.

she was training for a pr on her deadlift, and she was getting close. you’d barely seen her this week—when she wasn’t on patrol, she was in the gym. you fell asleep before she got home almost every night, and when you woke up, she was already gone. it was driving you crazy, and now that you were together, she still was barely paying you any mind.

she rubbed the chalk between her hands, clapping them out on her thighs before positioning herself behind the bar. you sat back down behind her and watched as she bent over, gripping the metal bar, her forearms flexing as she adjusted her grip. you practically had to wipe the drool away from your mouth as you watched her begin to lift, admiring the way her veins popped out from beneath her skin, her shoulders glistening with sweat as her muscles flexed with the effort it took to lift the weights.

her brows were knit together in concentration as she watched herself in the mirror, gritting her teeth together and keeping her breath as controlled as possible. you couldn’t help but to feel flustered as she panted, imagining the sounds in a…much different context.

the sound of the weights clattering to the ground snapped you out of your head for a second time, and you flinched, watching as abby smiled at herself in the mirror, flexing and slapping her bicep.

“yeah, that’s right,” she spoke, and oh, that sounded eerily similar to her bedroom voice, “that’s what i’m fucking talking about! did you see that shit?” she turned to face you now, still grinning from ear-to-ear. “beat my pr by forty pounds, i gotta get manny in here tomorrow to verify because that shit is going up on the board.”

you smiled up at her, nodding—but it was kind of hard when you were also focused on pressing your thighs together, trying to ignore the fact that somewhere along the line, your panties had become damp, sticking delicately to your folds as you watched abby training. her mouth twitched just slightly at the corner, and you swallowed. you knew abby could read you like the back of her hand, no matter how hard you tried to hide from her.

“something wrong, baby?” she asked, feigning concern. her tank top was covered in sweat around the neckline, her forehead glistening under the fluorescents as she walked toward you. you shook your head, a bit too quickly, and it was telling. your throat felt dry, your brain absolutely scrambled as you looked up at her. she stopped directly in front of you, towering over you so that you had to strain your neck to look up at her. if there wasn’t a giant wall of windows to the left of you, you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t just sink down to your knees and kiss her fucking feet. she looked like an angel—scratch that, god—above you as you watched her through your lashes, stomach tying in knots.

she wasn’t saying anything. she was just looking at you, breathing heavy, with half of that stupid smile still on her face. you focused your own breathing, in and out, but it didn’t help that she was so close you could smell her, sweaty musk that could only smell good on her, and it was making you dizzy. and she fucking knew it too.

“alright then,” she said finally, bending down to your level so that your faces were mere inches apart. “what d’you say we go clean up and meet jordan and leah for dinner?” oh, right. there was that. you could only nod, and abby’s eyes were wild, flickering down to your mouth before meeting yours again.

“let’s go.” her voice was sharp, commanding, and she went to retrieve her gym bag. you sat silently for another moment, trying to will yourself to calm down, just a bit. you knew you’d get back to the room and she wouldn’t be able to resist—she’d have you pinned up against the wall before you could even blink.

except, she didn’t. she tossed her bag to the ground and began gathering things for her shower, effectively ignoring, even as you changed out of your shirt extra slowly, just waiting for her to turn around and catch you. but she didn’t, and didn’t even say another word as she slipped out the door to take a shower. you scrunch your brows together, lips pouting slightly as you get dressed for dinner, making sure to put on a clean pair of underwear. you were so worked up, part of you wanted to touch yourself, right here and now—but you didn’t even want to think about how long abby might make you wait if she came back and found you knuckle deep in your pussy. so you didn’t.

dinner with leah and jordan was pleasant. leah’s cooking was insane, as always, and jordan and abby caught up on some big assignment that was coming up, still paying you little attention. after dinner, you were excited to get back to your room, practically salivating at the thought of what abby might do to you, but jordan just had to suggest watching a movie. and of course, abby just had to agree.

you were a bit surprised when abby pulled you onto her lap on the couch, seeing as she had practically been avoiding you like the plague since the gym, and oh—she was packing.

leah rested her head on jordan’s lap on the loveseat beside you, their bodies conveniently angled just so that you were out of view. your eyes widened, breath hitching as abby snaked her arm around your waist, pulling you further back into her as she readjusted her position against the couch, effectively grinding her hips up into you. you bit your lip as you leaned back into her, glancing over at leah and jordan to confirm they couldn’t see you. she smelled like pine and her hair was down, fuck she looked so good with her hair down.

“wassa’ matter babe?” abby whispered against your neck, and you shivered. “you’re so tense.” she punctuated her point with a hand on your shoulder, her thumb pressing into the junction of your neck.

“nothing,” you lied, trying to keep your voice quiet and steady. “just watching the movie.” and thinking about abby flipping you over and railing you into next week. but you didn’t say that part. you didn’t even know what movie was playing.

“mhm,” she murmured behind you, her hand trailing around your middle to meet her other, pressing you even further against her. you could feel her cock pressing into your ass, and you had to bite back a moan. you reached to grasp at her wrists, your fingers not even wrapping around the girth of them, trying to grind your hips for just a little bit of friction—anything, you’d take anything you could get at this point—but she only tightened her grip, halting your movements.

“stop squirming,” she said quietly. “m’trying to watch the movie.” it was really unfair, how her voice was so steady, and her breathing so even. meanwhile, you thought you might explode, nails digging into her skin as you tried your best to ignore the heat in your stomach, and how you were definitely ruining this pair of panties as well.

she held you like that, for a few minutes longer, or hours, maybe, how long was this fucking movie? your pussy was clenching and unclenching, your heart beating out of control as you tried to ignore the feeling of abby beneath you to no avail.

suddenly, thankfully, she relinquished her hold on your waist, smoothing her hands down the expanse of your bare thighs.

“hey, i’m getting pretty tired. i’ve gotta be up pretty early, i think we’re gonna turn in,” she said over the movie, and jordan craned his neck to look at the pair of you standing up. you really hoped your face didn’t give away how insanely flustered you felt. leah was passed out in his lap, and he gave you both a nod and bid you goodnight.

in the hallway, abby was back to ignoring you. you could barely keep up with her as she strode ahead. you were aching at this point, genuinely surprised you weren’t leaking straight down your thighs as you watched her back muscles flex beneath her shirt. you loved this game. and she knew it too.

she stopped just outside your door, leaning against the frame and crossing her arms as she waited for you to unlock it. before you could get both feet through the doorway, she was right behind you, chest pressing against your back as she ushered you inside, closing the door behind her and spinning you around so that she could press you against it. you gasped, flattening your palms against the door as you looked at her, your head trapped between her arms. you burned under her gaze, stomach tightening and legs going weak.

“don’t think i didn’t see your face in the mirror while i was training,” she said quietly, grabbing the back of your neck to keep your eyes on her. you were so fucking horny you didn’t have the semblance to be ashamed as she all but taunted you.

“hm? just watching me work out gets you all hot and bothered?” you felt like your neck might snap from nodding so hard. abby laughed quietly at you, the sound only turning you on more.

“yeah i know, because you know i could take you any way i wanted and you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. so fucking spoiled,” she was teasing you, and you whined. “you’ve been so patient with me this week,” she pressed her lower half against you, using her hand to press the side of your face into the door, making you once again aware of the silicone cock in her pants. she could feel your pulse thrumming against her fingers, exciting her. “gonna make it all better now, okay? i’m gonna give you what you need…” her lips were ghosting over your ear, and you were quite literally trembling in her grasp, taking in a shaky breath as you waited patiently.

“so good for me,” she grabbed you by the jaw, before she placed a kiss on your lips and pulled back, causing you to let out a pitiful whine.

“tell me what you want,” her lids were heavy as she looked at you, her poor, poor baby—lips parted, eyes glazed over, panting with a desperate need. you pouted slightly. surely she’d give in, right? she’s already had you waiting for so long.

she gripped your jaw tighter, making you gasp as she pressed you further into the door. you were helpless, completely at her mercy, her strength always hyper evident when she had you like this. “c’mon, tell me what you want.” you felt tears welling in your eyes, balling your hands into fists as she watched your face.

“use me,” your voice broke through, small and weak. somehow, abby’s face remained stoic, though you saw her draw in a sharp breath. she pulled her hand away to tap at your cheek, not quite a slap, but enough that you were whining.

“manners,” she reprimanded, withdrawing her hand completely. you let a tear fall as you were overcome with frustration, emptiness–

“please, use me, please abby, i missed you,” and it was pathetic, how a sob escaped your lips. but it was okay, because you knew she’d make it all better, her eyes going soft for a moment before she was pulling you in, slotting your lips together in a messy kiss. you could taste as your tears mixed with saliva, letting her suck your tongue into her mouth before trailing her hands down to your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing.

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips, and you obliged, letting her pull you in as you wrapped your legs around her waist. she carried you across the room with ease, and you couldn’t help but try to press deeper against her lower half.

“so fuckin’ pretty baby,” she mumbled against you, and she was setting you down on the table. “was so hard to not to just bend you over that couch and fuck you like you deserve,” oh god, oh fuck, you were moaning against her mouth, letting her hands find the hem of your shirt before she was pulling it off over your head, exposing your breasts.

“bet you’d like that, hm? letting me fuck you in front of our friends, show them how dirty you really are?” she rasped, her voice holding a desperate edge. you whined at the notion, the fact that she was just as desperate for you as you were for her. you nodded pathetically as she rubbed a thumb across your sensitive nipples, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you gripped the edge of the table.

she dipped her head down, swirling her tongue over one of your nipples and you threaded your fingers through her hair, gripping tightly as your head fell back in ecstasy, mouth falling open in a silent moan. she kissed her way back up to your mouth as you panted heavily. she wasn’t even teasing you, she was so desperate, the heat radiating off her body as she continued messily kissing up to your neck, your jaw, back to your mouth where she parted your lips with her own, fumbling with the button of your jeans.

“yeah, i know baby, i know,” her voice was like velvet, scratchy and soft at the same time against your lips. “just need me to take care of you, huh? that it?” she was practically manhandling you to lift your hips up and pull off your pants and panties, your tailbone connecting rather harshly with the wooden table once you were exposed—you didn’t have the semblance to be embarrassed at how it barely even hurt as your body was overwhelmed with adrenaline, with desire, with abby.

“yes, god,” you threw your head back, wrapping your legs around her waist to draw her in closer as she sucked a fresh mark into your neck, and then another, and another, leaving you grinding helplessly against her, your wetness allowing you to rub your clit directly against the bulge in her pants. your whining was pornographic, desperate and loud, the friction clouding your mind with ecstasy. “missed you so much, abs, please–”

“fuckin’ needy,” she gritted, pressing on your lower back to get you even closer, eliciting a gasp from your mouth as you clutched onto her shoulder with one hand while the other kept you steady on the table. “barely been a week and you just need it that bad, can’t even wait for my cock?” her words were filthy, and your grinding even filthier, desperate and rough, like you were a bitch in heat—abby’s strong arm was keeping you in place as you took your pleasure, the feeling overwhelming your body as you panted and gasped, and oh, since when were you able to cum this fast? “c’mon baby, that’s it– take what you need, i got you.”

it must have barely been five seconds before you were losing it, body tensing as your hips stuttered, feeling your wetness absolutely drenching the front of abby’s pants. “oh m’godm’godfuckingchrist–” you babbled incoherently as she held you through it, murmuring praises and trying to hide her own groans by biting down into your shoulder. your used clit was puffy and sore against the rough fabric of her pants as you came down, whining as abby reached between your bodies.

“such a fucking good girl, my god,” she praised, giving you no time to recover as she ran her fingers through your slick folds. you moaned, your thighs closing around her arm instinctively as she explored your wetness, slipping two fingers inside with ease.

“abby, s’too much, please,” your voice was pitiful, broken and whiny as you gripped her arm, your words inconsistent with the way your walls fluttered around her fingers as she opened you up, unable to resist her, even when it felt like too much—because you know it wasn’t too much. in fact, maybe it wasn’t enough. abby knew your body, exactly how you needed to be taken apart, brought to your peak and taken care of.

“yeah? you don’t want this then?” she taunted, and took her fingers out so that she was just teasing your entrance.

“no!” you gasped, the empty feeling making your stomach twist, tears streaming down your face. “please, i- i can take it, please, i’m sorry,” you begged, would practically say anything or do anything at this point. but you knew abby wouldnt make you wait long, smirking at you before pressing her fingers back in just as quickly as she’d pulled out. she couldn’t resist you, especially after not having you for an entire week.

“i know you can baby, such a good girl,” she was working her fingers into you rapidly now, determined to make you come on her fingers again before she impaled you on her strap.and it wouldn’t take long, what with your sensitive cunt being abused again. you were shaking, could feel your wetness pooling beneath you, ruining the table as you moaned and panted. “c’mon, let go for me baby, let go,” her voice washed over you, started as the sweat on your hairline until it was making your stomach twist, your thighs tremble and your toes curl, your pussy gushing out for the second time already that night.

“fuck,” you whined, clenching desperately around nothing as she pulled her fingers out of you, digging your nails into her shoulder as she ran a finger over your swollen clit again, making you gasp out her name, broken and pitiful. your heart was beating out of your chest, watching abby draw her fingers up to your mouth. your lips parted automatically, allowing her to press her fingers in, pressing down on your tongue as you sucked your juices off of her.

“yeah, that’s it,” she breathed. “clean up your mess baby.” so full of love and adoration, but she wanted more. you could see it in her eyes as they flashed something wild, and knew she wasn’t planning on stopping. watching your pleasure was doing something to her she couldn’t even explain, practically moaning at the sight and feeling of you sucking on her fingers.

you were tired, your multiple orgasms after a dry spell catching up to you quickly, and abby could sense your sudden change in demeanor—your eyes drooping slightly as you sucked lazily on her fingers, your index finger holding onto one of her belt loops to keep you upright. you were a sight, your juices spilled all over the table, your thighs sticky and messy with your arousal. she almost took pity on you, almost. but she knew her good girl could take just one more.

and you knew it too, what with the way she was looking at you. the thought made you feel dirty, and made you moan around her fingers, grasping on her wrist as you started sucking on them just a little bit harder, that little flame in your tummy igniting once more. you watched abby’s eyes darken as you sped up, her chest rising and falling quicker as she felt your tongue wrapping around her fingers.

“oh m’god, baby,” she groaned, and she withdrew her fingers, a string of saliva dribbling down your chin as she shuffled backwards to undo her pants. “i gotta fuck you baby, gotta give you what you deserve,” she was rambling as you leaned back on your elbows, your legs twitching as the cool air washed over your damp pussy, on display for your girlfriend. “gonna give you this cock baby don’t worry.”

“please abby,” and unspoken was please take care of me, please fuck me, please do anything you want to me, and she would. there was no doubt. you could barely see the black silicone spring free from down the line of your body as you were laid back on the table.

“i know baby, i know,” abby gripped your hip with one hand, her blunt nails digging into the flesh with a delicious sting, and you tried to pull back when the tip of her strap brushed over your over-sensitive clit. it made your brain all fuzzy, your whole body tingling with the over-sensitivity, the push and pull of wanting more but feeling so used. “just let me in, you can take it,” she was practically cooing, teasing your entrance as you writhed on the table, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to watch.

“abby!” you cried as she pushed past the tight ring of muscle, your back arching so that you sat up higher, the angle pressing her cock right against your most delicate spot. abby’s hand immediately came around to your back, holding you up before you dead-weighted and hit your head on the wooden table.

“i got you, angel, you’re okay,” she was mesmerized, watching the way your body responded to her. you were so fucked out, the feeling of her cock stretching you out making you whine and pant and feel so fucking dirty. “c’mon baby, sit up. hands around my neck, you can do it,” she was pulling you up, and you obliged, reaching up to wrap your arms lazily around her neck. she snaked both arms around your waist and lifted you up off the table, causing you to cry out and bury your face into her neck.

“that’s it, just relax,” she kept herself nestled deep inside you, almost pressed against your cervix when you wrapped your legs around her waist and whined pitifully, the sound muffled by abby’s shirt. her hands snaked down to your ass to keep you spread open as she held you still and began to thrust slowly up into your sore cunt.

“oh m’god abby, jesus,” you cried as she fucked into you with seemingly no effort, your wet pussy making obscene noises each time she pulled out. you were already teetering right on the edge, and the feeling of her cock filling you up was going to be your downfall. she groaned each time she felt you tensing in her grip, and she was faltering with her own arousal.

“such a good fucking girl,” she was almost growling, and you were so close, so fucking close, your juices dribbling out indecently around her as she fucked you to overstimulation. “taking everything i give you…is my pretty girl going to come again for me? hm?” you could do nothing but nod as abby bounced you up and down on her thick cock, desperate to bring you to your release.

“well c’mon then,” she whispered against the side of your face and your eyes rolled back into your head as your pussy tightened around her, nearly suffocating her with your arms as your body was overwhelmed by your third orgasm of the night. a broken mantra of abby abby abby abby spilling from your lips as you tumbled over the edge again.

“that’s it baby, fuck,” abby’s voice was almost as broken as yours, pulling you closer into her hips as you cried into her shoulder.

“my fucking best girl.”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby anderson x y/n #tlou pt 2 #the last of us part 2

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zorosbeau33 · 2 months

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"They said no"~ One Piece Luffy Scenarios/Drabble

❖ One Piece, Luffy x gender neutral reader

❖ Scenarios/Drabble, Not sure what genre to put on this? Established Relationship AU, Protective Boyfriend Luffy

❖ TRIGGER WARNING Unwanted advances from a third party, 18+ Only due to theme

❖ wc: 750

❖ Prompt "You said no and they didn't listen how does your partner respond?" ❖ Masterlist ❖ Zoro version~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hope you all enjoy~ If you think this prompt should be done with one of the others leave a comment or send a message~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

The night was young, the bars air yet to be filled with the heavy scent of smoke and sweat from the dozens of patrons that would filter through its worn wooden doors. And yet…already several men had one drink too many. This seemed of little consequence to your crew, earning only a mild scoff from Nami in disgust when you first entered. Perhaps due to the fact your merry bunch all congregated at the other end of the bar together, ordering drinks and food. Hopefully enough to satisfy your darling lover and captain’s insatiable hunger.

To the surprise of few Sanji was flirting it up with the bar maid to get the secrets of their famous cocktails for him to replicate on the ship. Luffy between bites of food with you, and silly slack stick humor with the others was very relaxed. After two weeks of battling marines on island after unfortunate island it was great to be able to just kick back and relax. He’d always held all his crew members, you included, in high regard when it comes to your fighting capabilities. Yeah he didn’t think you were invincible, but he had faith in your abilities to defend yourselves, and you to stand up for yourself with the knowledge he would always be there to back you.

This is why when the sleezeball at the bar put their arm around you Luffy didn’t flinch…well perhaps he had also not noticed at first. Too busy was he swallowing down his flagon of booze in a competition with Usopp to pay heed to the mans offensive once over of your being. He did however hear the switch in your tone as you firmly told the drunkard you were not interested, extricating yourself from his clammy hands. The strawhatted captain stayed calm, smile still in place as he talked with the others, but for once he did not boast of his victory in the competition. Merely laughed lightly, and continued eating, the slightest shift in his posture caught Robins eye. A tiny squaring of his shoulders as he sat up straighter.

Rolling your own eyes you moved to return to the group your new drink in hand, and a frown upon your lips. This however did not go noticed by your new admirer, the creep had his hands around your waist in a sudden and surprisingly quick movement. Pinning your back to the bar a bit roughly, causing you to wince at the force as you tried not to dump the fruity beverage down either of your fronts.

“Now now my pretty I said you should come home with me tonight eh?” His slurred purr felt like hot oil being poured into your veins. It was clear this man was much stronger than he appeared, and the malicious glint in their eyes spelled trouble. Still Luffy did not move, even as Nami jumped out of her seat the farthest person from you. Her yell of outrage on your behalf grabbed Zoro’s attention, several pairs of eyes fixed themselves upon you. Some of your crew still had not seemed to notice but the mans compatriots had, and they now rose and laughing approached cheering their “cap’n” on and making obscene jokes on your goings on for the night.

When your response was to tell him to get lost and kick him away, their laughter turned into drunken outrage. “I said no.” The man sneered at you now all feigned charm lost in an instant.

“You’ll do what I say when I say-” A fist connected with his cheek before he could reach for you again, down in an instant as your back was suddenly against a much softer surface. Luffy's warmth radiated into you from behind as he placed his hat upon your head, covering your view of the scene in front of you. “Oi…they said no.” His voice was deeper than normal, any normal boyish amusement gone. The hand around your waist, trembled softly with white-hot rage, his rubber skin radiating waves of Haki turning it a deep glistening metallic black. Luffy believed in your ability to protect yourself, but a no was a no and if the man tried to hurt you there was no way he was going to sit there and watch. The structural integrity of the bar be damned he was going to smash this man's face into every hard-looking surface he could find so that he’d never try such a thing ever again.

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verysillystarr · 2 months

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𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊 (𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚊!)

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'll get ya, I'll get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya - Blondie

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☆: I originally got this idea from a fic I read but most of the credits got to them

★: Lucifer Morningstar (Magne) x Reader

☆: Mentions of kidnapping and yandere behavior(I think?)

★: Gender-Neutral reader.

☆: Reader is 20-23

★: This is a oneshot

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Short Summary: Who would've guessed that a certain devil liked you in particular? Unfortunately, there's no way out for you..

Your friend kept telling you how good this show was. 'Hazbin hotel' I think? It was actually quite popular from what you know, and you already had prime so there was no hassle for you to watch it.

Surprisingly it was quite good. Even had some likeable characters. You only started watching yesterday and now you're on episode 5! Lucifers' character stood out to you. He was so, in a way, goofy but also kind of charming.

Though.. it felt like he was looking directly at you sometimes when facing at the screen. Or maybe that's just something the animators did intentionally. It wasn't that important just slightly off-putting.

Your phones clock read 5:30. Didn't realize it was getting so late. Guess that's what happens when you spend so much time watching TV.

That show can wait till tomorrow, it did kinda waste your day. Though it was hard to shake that feeling that someone was watching you.

You were confused why the next episode was playing. " I could've sworn I turned it off last night."

[ Breif time skip ]

You finished the show. Although, it did dim your mood that it was already over. So much had happened. Yet you'll have to wait for the next season to come out.

Oh well, you could always - " Hello dear! "

That's not right at all.

After the credits ended the screen went black. Meaning it was over. Meaning Lucifer Morningstar should most definitely not be on your TV screen.

" Are you.. talking to me? "

" I don't see any other person in your room. "

You had to sit down on your bed to process this.

" Y'know, Y/N , I've been watching you for a while now. And what else can I say beside you have most definitely peaked my interest! "

" .. But aren't you.. you know, Satan? The devil himself. Why would I be interesting to you? "

At first you assumed this was a hallucination. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. But this was to real to not be happening.

That explains a little too much actually. The feeling of being watched was actually true.

But this can't be. He's fake. He's just a drawing basically. He's stuck on a screen. Which actually calms you down a bit.

It made you feel eased that he wasn't actually there. But you were still tense.

" Listen, I don't what you want from me but- "

"Oh it's quite simple my love! I want you to come here! With me! I can do more than a few tricks. And perhaps treat you better than anyone ever could? Or do you need more convincing ? "

He must be delusional to think you're coming with him. Quite honestly he talks too much..

In attempt to escape him you tried turning off your TV. And it.. didn't work. He must have done something.

Unfortunately he knew and (threatened) "persuaded" you to hear him out.

" Uh- hey! It's kinda rude to push someone who loves you away! "

" You're not real. "

" So I guess I'll have to make you come with me then? "

You laid down slightly, not really sure of how much he could do.

" As much as I hate to tell you this there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in there and I'm , thankful , not. So good luck trying to- "

There was a loud sound of something banging against the screen three times and then a shattering sound.. you flinched at it.

And there he was. Standing right at the foot of your bed looking smugly.

" You were saying something about 'being trapped' sweetheart? "

Oh Lord.

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x you #⭐-Nah I would be scared to #I forget the original fanfic but credits to them full🙁 (it was a wally x reader fic)#no part 2

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mono-dot-jpeg · 9 months

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child support - kafka & himeko

summary; you miss your parents but it's okay, you got new ones now.

genre/extra tags; fluff, found family, himeko & kafka give me divorced couple energy but in a good way, possibly ooc kafhime, almost mute! reader, kafka pays the child support, comfort vibes only, slight angst ig????

[gender neutral reader] [platonic] [7-8 yrs old! reader]

[warnings; implied child abandonment, describing hypothermia symptoms (in the first-ish half)]

word count; 1.1k

a/n; you know it took me a solid few moments and a google search to figure what kafhime was bc i forgot that shipping exists for a moment. i don't really engage in shipping especially when i know that some people,,, transfer over to games from the same company they like and those people can be... weird or in my face about shipping. but who am i to judge. also kaf and hime can be interpreted as just two rude besties or just platonic (/hj) this fic is more long winded than i expected. idk, it was a little bit difficult to figure out. but hope you enjoy!

cold. everything was so cold.

how have you even managed for so long? you thought you were a goner. the people who first found you almost thought you were a goner with how despondent you were stuck in the old rickety house you once lived in. you were so tired, so gone in your mind, you couldn't feel anything. you were lucky to live, that's what you heard from the doctors.

why did fate leave you like this?

"hello dear. are you feeling any better?" a gentle motherly voice rings in the warm room. the room was a bit warmer than the rest, maybe it was just for your sake or this was just a normal thing. you weren't sure. you lived out in belobog after all. a palace of ice and a hundred winters. but it's not like you remember much of what even got you out in the dangerous cold in the first place.

you feel a hand press against your forehead. "colder than winter itself. poor kid." the same voice speaks again. "perhaps she can help me out for this." the hand moves away from you, making a weak cry leave your lips. "sorry. sorry. i guess it isn't warm enough for you in here." she apologized. "perhaps pompom can find some more fluffy blankets."

you twist and turn as her open thought chatter starts to wake you up more. you turn to rest on your side and find an unfamiliar woman as you're in an unfamiliar room. you choke up in fear as you struggle to get up and keep yourself far away from her.

"dear, you're barely even recovered! don't move too quickly!" it's too late for her words and you can't even get that far away. your tiny body is heavy and you only manage to move not even 2 inches away. the red head doesn't make any move to startle you. "i know you must be scared. i'm here to help you." she lowers herself to face eye level with you. "do you remember anything?"

you don't say a word and stare.

"we don't have to talk about it. you don't need to say anything. just nod or shake your head, does that sound okay?" she smiles gently, hoping to appear as not as scary to you.

you hesitantly nod.

"thank you for answering. you must still be feeling cold, right?"

nod.

she grabbed a nearby blanket, "is it okay if i drape this over you? won't touch you or anything." she glances at you, making sure you either nod or shake your head.

you slowly nod, remembering how cold you are.

she doesn't make any fast movements, noting your flinchy behavior. she wraps the blanket around your shoulders gently but you still flinch when it touches you.

"now what's this about a little child?" you flinch at a new voice. another feminine voice that you find a bit more melodic than the warm tones of the other. then another lady enters. you inch towards the farthest corner of the bed.

"kafka, you're going to scare them."

"aw, don't be so mean." she pretends to sound hurt but her voice is teasing. "where did you find the kid?"

"in belobog. outside of the city. well, trailblazer, march and dan heng found them. they were stuck in the freezing snow." kafka's face grimaces at the thought of seeing you stuck in the snow helpless without anyone able to find you. "but anyways, you should head out, lest the others know about you being here so suddenly."

"i paid for the items you're giving to the little star, at least let me stay for a little while longer." himeko sighs before realizing.

"i forgot to introduce myself-" the red head looks over at you who is covered in blanket, attempting to hide yourself. "see, you did scare them!" she muttered to the other. "i'm sorry about her, dear. my name is himeko. this is kafka."

"sorry for scaring you, little one. i tend to do that." kafka hummed. "well, that aside, miss himeko over here and i, we want to take care of you. but we can't be doing that when you're stuck in your little cocoon." she gently chuckled. you slowly get out of the blankets, head peeking out to look up at the lady. "well, that's a start. have you eaten yet?" she asked.

you don't say anything but your belly grumbles.

"i know what would take care of that." himeko smiled. you hear the knocks at the door but no figure enters but you hear shuffling. "pompom got some food for you, himeko!" and you find yourself face to face with a cute living rabbit in a conductor's outfit. himeko gets up opening the door and grabbing the plate of food.

"thank you pompom." himeko hummed as she closes the door. kafka soon moves to sit by the bed. you still stay head peeked with the blankets as you stare at the plate of food and then himeko. himeko walked over. "this is for you, dear. you can stay on the bed if you want. me and kafka will be right back." the redhead places a hand on kafka's shoulder, slowly pushing her as they both leave into what you assume is a bathroom. once they do, you can hear them talking but you're too focused on eating to care about the conversation.

you finish eating and you're feeling much better than before but it doesn't stop you from keeping away from himeko and kafka. it makes them a little sad but they're so patient as they converse with you as if nothing's wrong.

you don't really answer or say anything really. you just nod or shake your head depending on what they ask you. and they seem satisfied with that.

"can you give us your name? unless you're still uncomfortable."

you tell them your name weakly.

"what a lovely name. now. i'm sorry that we have to get a little heavy but, have you always been living out of the city in your home?"

you give a small nod.

"what about your parents?" himeko speaks softly and carefully. she watches as your eyes water and you shake your head. "oh, sorry, sorry. let it out." she moves to sit by you in the bed. kafka sighs.

"of course we couldn't have known about that but would you like to stay with me and himeko? i know himeko wouldn't want to leave you in a state like this."

you think for a moment, well.. there's nowhere else to really go. you nodded. and you watch as two gentle smiles grow. you feel a bit calmer and you can feel some reassurance that you have a chance to continue your life.

#honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr kafka #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #himeko x reader #hsr himeko #himeko honkai star rail #himeko hsr

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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(romantic) yandere death/wolf from puss in boots? perhaps hes forcing (with his sickels ‘n all) reader to sit quietly and ‘cuddle’ him? ofc it wouldnt actually be sweet enough to consider it cuddling since reader is sitting uncomfortably while death is threatening with sickels, but oh well?

Well! I just saw Puss In Boots: The Last Wish and I can finally do the requests for it! I'd love to give you a short with this plot :) Was originally put in as a concept but I felt this format was better.

Edit: Honestly you could find a second meaning in this fic the more I read it for editing.

Deadly Embrace

Yandere! Death Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Forced cuddling, Sadism mention, Manipulation, Blood mention, Implied Darling is meant to die and Death is hesitant, Not entirely an intense yandere it just became really sad angst at the end-

Death finds everyone eventually. Every one tries and fails to escape death. It is a force that no one can escape from.

Well, less a force, and more of a wolf.

Death always finds his target. He punishes the arrogant and takes the souls of those who have to die. He hunts with sadistic desire... a force of nature meant for one job only.

But Death has found a new source of pleasure other than his job.

Blades slam beside your quivering head. You thought you had more time than this! Unfortunately, Death still follows your path....

"Poor dear, end of the line for you isn't it?"

The red eyes of the wolf stare down into your soul. Your body presses against the wall of your home. You're nothing but prey, unable to escape your fate.

"Been following you for awhile. You know how it goes, death trails after you until it's your time. You must be so scared...!"

The wolf laughs at your misery, the sound like a rattle against your ears.

"I'll have you know it's not just your life that I want, dear."

Your face shifts to confusion, the wolf slipping one of his blades away to cup your face with a clawed hand. You flinch away, the wolf doesn't seem to mind. In fact he enjoys your fear.

"I thought my time was up? That you'd simply take my soul like all the others?"

"But it doesn't have to end just like that! We can have a bit of fun before your time. One parting gift before you lose your grip on life."

"A gift? Like flowers for my grave?"

You spat out the answer, face grim. You think you've angered him when his eyes glimmer, claws moving to your sides before pulling you away.

"How humorous. No, I prefer something a bit more... physical. You surely want something more comforting, don't you?"

Claws dig into your flesh which leads to blood seeping from the wound. His nose twitches at the smell of your liquid life draining. He grins before tugging you along, sitting on one of your living room chairs.

"What?"

"To be honest, I don't quite want to see you gone yet. Let's prolong this a bit more, shall we? I simply wish to offer you an embrace. From yours truly."

"Why would I do such a thing-?"

You're pulled into the lap of death incarnate with a curved blade to your neck. The wolf's gaze is cold and no longer teasing. Did you hit a nerve?

"I could always end your life now if you wanted. I was just trying to make you more comfortable before you eventually die."

His reasoning made little sense to you. Why would you accepting Death's embrace calm you? It did nothing of the sort.

Not having a choice you lean into the deadly embrace of the wolf. The wolf stares at you as if he was deciding your fate. Slowly... an arm wraps around your waist while a curved blade circles your neck like threat.

One wrong move and you would really be in a deadly embrace.

The situation was strange and foreign. Death did not feel cold. You felt warmth... a strange comfort for a disturbing situation. You did not bother to struggle.

The wolf himself could not believe his own hesitance. Your life was meant to be taken by his claws and yet... he's not ready. Death himself holds a life he must snuff out in his arms... only to cuddle you.

His maw rests on his head while he tries to push all other thoughts out of his mind. He tries to enjoy the moment. A moment that shouldn't have ever happened... but he likes you.

He feels weak around you. His tail, who's moved for nothing but hunts, sways when you're in sight. You have grown on him...

He's liked the life sitting in his arms ever since he began his hunt.

He could have a little fun with you and harvest your fear like many before you... yet for now Death decides he only wishes to hold you while you come to accept your fate.

#yandere puss in boots #yandere puss in boots the last wish #yandere death #yandere pib death #yandere pib wolf

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strawberriesinbloom · 3 months

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Winning Plushies

Zayne/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: Zayne tries to win a plushie for you. Unfortunately, you are your own worst enemy.

Word Count: 791

This is a tickle fic btw!

~🍓~

You pressed your nose up to the glass of the claw machine, squinting thoughtfully at the plushies inside. Truthfully, you wanted them all. Alas, you were down to your last few tokens, so you really had to make them count.

“I want that one,” you said, pointing at the little Cone Crab plushie in the corner.

Zayne raised his eyebrows. “Really? It’s a little…”

You glared at him.

“…interesting looking,” he finished.

“Well, I still want it.”

“Fine,” Zayne said, inserting a token into the coin slot. “I’ll get it for you.” He moved the joystick to the right, as he carefully watched the claw move.

You two had been at the arcade all afternoon. While you had won a decent amount of plushies for yourself, you felt bad that Zayne didn’t have much of a chance to play. Although he seemed less than eager to have his turn, he finally relented after a little bit of back and forth.

You patted him on the shoulder. “You can do it, Zayne! You got this.”

“Is this your way of encouraging me?” He flicked the joystick a little to the left.

“Yes. Is it working?”

“Not particularly.”

He pressed the button. The claw lowered down and grabbed the Cone Crab, only for it to immediately slip out of its grasp. Zayne sucked his teeth and inserted another token.

You huffed. Zayne always had to be difficult. “Alright, then. How about this?” You hooked your arm around his waist. “Is this working?”

Zayne glanced at you momentarily before returning his attention to the claw machine. “You’re much too bold,” he said, a little color appearing on his cheeks.

You laughed a little, giving Zayne’s side a playful squeeze. You faltered when he jumped. “Zayne?”

“It was just a reflex. I’m not ticklish.” He said, a little too focused on positioning the claw correctly. If he wasn’t quick enough, the timer would reach zero, and he would miss his turn.

You smiled. “Really, you’re not? That’s disappointing.” You sneakily spidered your fingers up to his ribs, delighting in the way his entire body flinched.

“Stohop that!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m trying to c-cohoncentrate.” Zayne was trying to keep his voice low to not disturb the other patrons, and perhaps to also keep his own dignity afloat.

“Stop what? I’m not tickling you, am I?” You asked, using your other hand to poke at his stomach.

Zayne buckled forward. “I’m tehelling you to stop this instant!” His ears had turned red, along with the rest of his face. Before you could respond, the claw machine beeped. You looked over, and, sure enough, the timer had reached zero. The claw automatically lowered, grabbed at nothing, and returned to its starting position. “Now, look at what you did,” he said, “You made me waste a token.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so ti—“ One look at Zayne’s sneer made you stop in your tracks. “…jumpy. It’s not my fault you're so jumpy.”

“You’re much too touchy-feely with me. Just promise you won’t do it again.”

You held up your right hand. “I promise,” you said, closing your eyes for good measure.

Zayne waited for you to open your eyes before rolling his own. “Whatever.” He picked up one more token and slipped it into the coin slot. He started playing again, this time sneaking a couple of glances your way to ensure that you were keeping still.

Unfortunately, for Zayne, you weren’t particularly good at keeping promises. The moment his eyes left yours, you reached over and slowly dragged your index finger down the small of his back.

Zayne went rigid and let out a sharp gasp. He hit the button much too early, and, once again, the claw lowered down to grasp at nothing. He crossed his arms and glared at you over his sunglasses. You cackled.

“Sorry, sorry! I just couldn’t resist!” You covered your mouth with your sleeve to muffle yourself. His stern look was unwavering, which you only found more amusing. “Okay, okay, I’m really sorry. I promise not to mess with you, again. For real, this time.” You turned to face the claw machine. “I still want that Cone Crab.”

“Too bad.” Zayne shook his head. “That was our last token.”

“Really?” you said, searching your pockets. To your dismay, he was right. You didn’t have any more tokens left. “Wait.” You knelt down to search your tote bag, which was holding all of your plushies. “But, the Cone Crab’s the only plushie that I don’t have, yet. We need to win this one.”

The corners of Zayne’s lips shot up briefly. “Perhaps you should have thought of that before giving into your childish antics.”

Yeah…perhaps you should have.

#Love and Deepspace Tickling #Ticklish!Zayne #Tickler!Reader

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melonba11s · 9 months

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Taking Care of Him (Strade/MC BTD Fanfic)

Uuuuh It was supposed to be a fic of MC taking care of Strade but then I got really into describing how the beef stew was made.

Contains: Strade, Ren, Gender Neutral MC, Fluffy Nonsense

Your first sign that something was wrong with Strade was hearing a distant hacking cough. Although at first you chalked it up to him perhaps, inhaling too quickly on one of his cigars, when it kept on going… you found yourself becoming concerned.

Finally, after about an hour of listening to him cough and wheeze, you heard the slow thump of him coming up the stairs. He looked… like absolute dogshit. His entire face was flushed, he was sweaty. Both were rather normal for him, but paired with the absolute exhaustion on his face, and how he was gasping for breath just from a short walk up the stairs, it was obvious he was sick.

“Strade…?” you began, watching him stomp over to the kitchen cabinet where he kept medicine. He gave a grunt, digging through it.

“You look… Bad.” You approached him slowly, placing a hand tentatively on his shoulder. When he didn’t react, you pressed the back of your hand to the crook of his neck. He flinched, hard.

“Scheiße, your hands are cold!” He hissed.

“My hands are normal! YOU’RE burning up!” you retorted, pushing him away from the cabinet, towards the couch. “I’ll grab some medicine, you just sit down, okay?”

Strade groaned, he didn’t have the energy to fight you it seemed as he plopped onto the couch. He reached for the remote, turning the tv on.

“I just need some medicine, I’ll feel better then.” he said,before he began coughing again. You listened for a second to him cough, before turning back towards the cabinet.

“It’s a wet cough, you need an expectorant.” you commented, looking through the cabinet.

“Just get me some cough medicine.” Strade said, sounding a bit exasperated. You sighed, placing your hands on the counter. You needed to convince him to just lay down, get some rest.

“... Strade.” You approached him, pouring some purple, grape flavored liquid into a measuring cup. “If you take this, I’ll make a special beef stew for you.” you grinned down at him, holding the medicine out. Strade narrowed his eyebrows, arching an eyebrow.

“... with extra meat.” you waved it a little, as if enticing him. It struck you that maybe you were babying him a bit… But his features softened a little, as a grin came to his face.

“Fine, Schatzi… I’ll let you take care of me, if it will make you happy.” he rumbled, taking the medicine from you. You watched as he wrinkled his nose, before downing it in one fluid gulp.

Taking the spoon back from him, you went back to the kitchen, throwing it into the sink before heading upstairs to talk to Ren. Knocking first, you poked your head into the room, as he sat curled up on his pile of blankets.

“... Is he actually sick?” Ren asked before you could say anything. You figured he could hear Strade talking and bits of the conversation with his better hearing. He looked a little amused. “I’ve never seen him sick. I started to think nothing could take him down.”

“I think so, he’s burning up, I’m gonna go back downstairs and start dinner… Uhm, could you help me? He’s on the couch, he could use some blankets, maybe a few extra pillows.”

“Yeah sure.” Ren said, stretching before getting up. “He’ll probably force me to keep him company if you have him locked to the couch anyways.” as if on cue, you heard a raspy yell.

“Ren! C’mere!” Strade must already be feeling lonely. Making sure Ren did actually fetch more bedding for Strade, you headed back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to get out the ingredients you needed.

Lighting up the pan, you first opened up the package of stew meat, giving it a quick sniff to make sure it was alright to use. Throwing a pat of butter into the pan, you begin to dust the beef in flour before laying it in the butter to brown the sides.

Keeping a close eye on it, you opened up the fridge again to look at the vegetable selection. Strade wasn’t a fan of greens, but he did keep plenty of root vegetables around. Parsnips, Carrots, Onions, Potatoes. Those would all place nice together.

Turning and eventually transferring the now browned meat onto a plate, you carefully washed and cut the vegetables into even chunks. More butter in the pan, plenty of salt and pepper, you tossed in the onion with several cloves of garlic.

Knowing you could leave it for a moment without worry, you popped back into the living room to check on Strade. He had an arm around Ren (no doubt meaning Ren was going to be sick next), silently watching The Bachelor. He must actually be rather sick, to remain quiet. Even when a woman threw wine onto another and began pulling her hair, it only roused a small grunting chuckle from him. You were attentive enough to notice how he snorted a bit, guessing that his nose was beginning to feel stuffy.

The house was beginning to fill with the smell of onions and garlic browning now, you stirred them as you watched the onions turn translucent. Getting out a deep oven dish, you tossed the meat into it, before layering the onion over the top, making sure to scrape up the fond off the bottom of the pan into the dish.

Once the vegetables were on top, you set to work making sure it was a dish Strade would absolutely love. First step, you cracked open a beer from the fridge, pouring it over the top. Joining the beer was some beef stock and Worcestershire sauce, until everything was just covered. Digging through the cabinet, more pepper and salt, before adding some bay leaves. Red Pepper flakes and paprika to give it just the smallest kick, to clear Strade’s sinuses you had heard begin to stuff up earlier.

After adding some thyme and oregano, you wiped the sweat off your brow, rolling your neck and shoulders. If it weren’t still full of mostly raw meat, you would give it a taste to see what it's missing. But right now, all you have is your instinct telling you something isn’t right.

You open the fridge, tapping your foot a bit as you look over the ingredients available to you… There was a lone apple sitting on the counter though that your gaze kept coming back too. Experimentation may be a bit of a bad idea here, but eventually you shrugged.

After peeling it, you decided to shred it, making sure to do so over the almost complete stew so that any juice from the apple would drip into the dish. With one final stir, you opened up the oven and made sure it was at the lowest temperature you could before covering the oven dish with foil and setting it inside.

Now it was just a matter of waiting, you set the oven timer before heading back out into the living room. Not really worrying if you got sick from him or not, you plopped yourself next to Strade’s spare side, leaning against him. He didn’t say anything, he looked like he was about to fall asleep any moment, but he did give your shoulder a rub. It seemed he didn’t care what was on the TV anymore, because Ren had the remote and had turned on one of his anime.

“Strade… When we get sick, because we’re taking such good care of you and catching your germs, will you care for us?” You heard an odd, raspy wheeze that you eventually recognized as him trying to chuckle through his gunked up lungs.

“Nyquil and an ice pack on the forehead, just like Mutter did for me.”

“Strade!”

“I’m kidding, Schatz… I’ll have to return the favor, won’t I?”

#strade btd #strade #boyfriend to death #btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #melons july ficfest

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unholyplumpprincess · 2 years

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Bats eyes, rolls over. Slashers, hm??

I have noticed you lack a bit of Ghostface (DBD) getting his ass handed to him like the brat he is. Perhaps a bit of Ghostface getting a bit too big for his britches when trying to hunt down a fairly larger, v dom Reader. Only to find out that he lacks the realization that he's not the hunter but the prey.

In turn, he finds himself bareass, receiving the spanking of his life and mayhaps, a little fingering only to be given multiple denials where he's finally left with a bit of hard-on (or one glorious orgasm you decide, doll) and the thought, well shit..can't kill that one in his daze.

Kinks: Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Pet names/Degradation, Daddy Kink, Semi-Public??(dunno what woods count as), a kiss of Knife play and for the fuck of it, Breeding (i know he got one)

Anything for u Be(loved)yonce!

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!!!Minors dni with this post as it contains adult content!!!

Ao3 link: Here

Fandom: Dead by daylight / Scream

Relationship: Ghostface x Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and ambiguous BUT is mentioned to be Tall and Big, Danny is a huge masochist and sadist lmaooo, he's a gross boy and GOOD FOR HIM!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!!, hints of a Daddy kink (only used as a Title), hints of a breeding kink at the end but only just like,,,one sentence

Words: 1.2k

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Of course Danny would pick the biggest person in the room. Sure, sure, there were the other survivors that were fairly big and large. But they were meek in comparison to you. Lacking that bravado and bravery you did.

You taunt the other killers with ease- and he's not an exception either. You're tall, broad, easy to see from any hiding spots, and you use these to your advantage. You're a distraction. Running laps around the killers and laughing in their face while you do it with a double birdie flip off as you escape their clutches. You're a prize winning at the fair. And Danny?

Danny's trying to win that big prize. Aaaaaall the way on that big top shelf.

You're something to brag about if caught. Something to tell to the Entity with joy about such a prize offering. Danny is a solo man, doesn't really care for getting the 'big boss' all excited with its long spidery legs wiggling in delight. But, what he does care about is the rewards that come along with it.

You're doing your routine with him. Spotting him over the fog before he can even begin to stalk you. You make a pretty picture for his camera, something to add to the wall later and look at with a hand down his pants. You grin at him, big and bold, cupping hands around your mouth as you yell, "Come and get me, big boy. What? Daddy doesn't wanna play today?"

It shouldn't make him hard, but it does. The way you croon it so mockingly. And all he can think about is how sweet your blood will feel running down his hands as he personally takes your life. Fuck giving you to the big boss, you're his.

You run, and he predictably gives chase. Hot on your heels like some dog. Daydreaming all the while of sinking his blade into you, how you'd sound when you would scream, and how you would fight back and give him delicious bruises.

He chases you all throughout the dark. This realm had far too many buildings for his liking, leaving him rushing after you, aching to find you. You're always juuust out of his sight. But he finds you, finally. Cornering you in the killer shack.

You're just as unpredictable as he is. As he begins to saunter towards you, huffing out a, "Finally caught you, you little bitch." with a sneer. You lunge at him. Tackling him straight to the ground and pinning him under your sheer size.

You even have the gall to take his knife! His fucking KNIFE! Twisting his hand back to get it and slamming his hands under your knees. He yowls, trying to thrust his body up to get you up and off. But you don't even budge, not even a flinch.

"Kinda thirsty, don't you think, babe?" You hum out, twisting the knife in your grasp and admiring it in the moonlight before looking down at his mask. "Generators are gettin' done and you'd rather play tag with me? I'm flattered."

You tap the knife on the bottom of his mask and Danny's breath catches in his throat. Heat pools through his body at your half lidded look, looking him over like he was the piece of meat here.

"We both know you're not actually chasing me just cause ya wanna hook me." You say oh so matter of factly, making his face flush as you lean in down towards his mask. "Seen you behind trees watching me. Makin' pretty sounds as you stroke yourself off."

Danny's sound is strangled in his throat, a stutter catching on the tip of his tongue to deny you. But you grin, tapping the knife on the side of his mask. "What's to be done about that, huh? Think you need to get punished. Didn't even ask my permission. Kinda dirty, don't you think?"

He's going to fucking die, he's decided.

Danny finds himself tossed over your lap as you sit on the floor. His arms have been bound with his own ridiculously long sleeves, his robes pulled up and his bare ass getting hit by you. He's made to count, tell you anytime he's jacked off about you and why- where even.

He snarls and thrashes, but he does as told. Even as he howls in pain when your hand grasps one of his ass cheeks firmly, pulling it apart to bare his hole. Hard against your thigh where his hips have ended up rutting pathetically against you, leaving smears of pre-cum.

All he hears is this wet sound of you sucking your fingers before he feels you prodding at his hole. Pressing a finger inside and making him gasp out, shuddering hard with a cry when you finger fuck him roughly. Two fingers then three fingers twisting inside of him. He's so close, sooo close, and he begs for it so pretty. Rutting against you, swearing, pleading-

And you deny him for the first time. Then a second, then a third. All while he sobs and becomes undone by you, vaguely hearing the click of generators getting done in the distance. But all he can think about is how good your fingers feel in him and how painfully hard and blue his balls are fucking turning-

Six times. Six times you deny him. It's not hard either, considering how easy it would have been to make him cum. But after the sixth time, your hands leave him, and Danny practically snarls.

"You son of a bitch!" His words are slurred as he rolls onto his back, watching you laugh as you wipe your hands off on your pants. His dick gives a traitorous throb, heavy against his thigh. "You fucking cock sucker-"

"Could be. One day." You tease, nudging his thigh with your boot as Danny thrusts his chest into the air, trying to twist in his bonds. "Gotta leave you wanting, don't I, ghosty boy? Gotta give you some material for that spank bank of yours."

You pick up his discarded camera that had clattered to the ground earlier, turning it down towards him with a flash and a click. You take the picture, flipping it towards him as you crouch down to his level and show him his picture. Depraved, arms bound, cock hard and drooling onto the wooden floor. Pale skin of his legs covered in scars revealed and trembling like a leaf.

"And hey," You continue as you stand back up and look over the picture. "Something for me this time." You finish as you pocket the camera, tossing the knife with a clatter to the floor next to his head.

"I'm gonna fucking get you!" Danny howls, rolling onto his side with a shudder of sensitivity. Watching how you smile down at him, as if his words were just feeding you. "I'll get you and I'm gonna fuck you raw. Put a fucking baby in you. Make you my goddamn breeding bitch."

"Promises, promises. You have my consent- IF you can catch me. What'll you do if I catch you again, huh?" You croon, blowing a kiss to him as you leave out the door with the sound of the last pop of a generator.

Oh he was going to get you next round he had you. And he was going to make you pay.

#Ghostface #Ghostface x Reader #dead by deadlight #dick by daylight #nsft #lemon #drabble #princess writing

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ofvxcious · 2 years

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vivian sinclair.

love her, but leave her wild. pinterest.

STATS.

full name: vivian madeleine sinclair

nickname: vivi

age&dob: 31, June 3rd

place of birth: marseille, france

current location: london, england

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: formally heterosexual (uncertain)

education: cambridge university, medical school

occupation: researcher at northern inc.

affiliation: civillian (aware & snooping around, to her detriment)

postive traits: kind, loyal, earnest, determined, brave

negative traits: stubborn, reckless, inhibited, evasive, compulsive

vices: smoking (regularly), alcohol (occasionally)

languages spoken: english, french, german

family: mother (dead), father (alive), 2 older brothers (alive)

PHYSICAL.

fc: chloe bennet

height: 5′5′’ (167 cm)

build: athletic

scars: knife wound below her ribcage (left, puncture wound), knife cut on her upper left arm, small cut across her right eyebrow

tattoos: a small bouqet of wild flowers (her mother’s favourite) on her right arm where the scar is

piercings: none

HISTORY.

tw: violence, drug use/overdose, parental death, mention of violence + death

She was never to be the lovely, fragile creature her parents had wished for. Not really, even if the idea was woven through her like a golden string that refused to be plucked without unravelling the whole essence of her. Born to wealthy, affluent parents in Southern France, Vivi was the long-awaited daughter that came into the family last, years after her two brothers, and to much delight. To her mother she was a treasured doll, the one child she would never have to give up to her husband’s control. To her father, a darling little girl, to be cherished and protected from the world, to merely exist.

It isn’t like Vivi resents her parents for these ideations - how could she? At first, she was too young to understand, believing the world was as limited as she’d been shown. And eventually, she was old enough to know they too were a product of their upbringing. Old enough to realise why her mother was so adept at walking by blood-stained marble floors as if nothing was happening, why her father cherished her innocence like she was the last thing unmarred by his career. She did not resent them, but she resented something - fate perhaps, that she was born a girl into a world that saw her as a decorative piece, to be put on a shelf and expected to exist for others while her brothers were honed to sharp points, expectations for greatness placed on their shoulders only. She resented not being born a bit more compliant, resented having this ravenous, malcontent thing in her chest - it would have been easier. But Vivi never liked easier.

She was nine when she found out her father’s business was guns and drugs and all things illicit, irrelevant as long as it gained him power or made him money. He still brought her her favourite pink macarons to bed every Saturday morning - she learned to love him despite the blood on his hands. She was eleven when she found out which pills made her mother sleep in (’Oh, how scatterbrained I am sometimes, forgive me, baby, did the tournament go well? Show me the trophy, mommy is so proud!’) - she learned to love her despite bleary eyes and unfinished, distracted sentences, learned to care for her when she was lost. The one thing she never learned was how to forgive herself for being useless when she found her in the bathtub, her lovely soft hands still warm as she dragged her out and screamed for help that would not come until it was too late. She was sixteen. Father didn’t bring her macarons that Saturday, or any other after that. She thought she saw him flinch sometimes when she passed by his office with her hair up in a bun, the way her mother used to style it - she never wears buns these days.

It only made that thing inside her hungrier - life could not be just this - listless, neverending days of pretend normalcy, the lies you told yourself, the fears you went to bed with. It snapped its teeth like a starved hound and Vivi buried herself in books and school and hobbies to placate it, to let it know she would be more than this. She still sometimes remembers the sadness in her father’s eyes when she told him she got into Cambridge, still believes she saw a flicker of relief he would never admit to - she always looked so much like her mother.

In England, her father was a real businessman (’Real estate and such, my brothers are much more invested in that than I am as you can see, otherwise I wouldn’t be crying blood over Guyton at 3 AM with you, obviously.’) and her mother had died unexpectedly (’Aneurysm. She was so young... Can we talk about something else, please? No it’s okay, really.’). She allowed herself to pretend and refused to explain herself when she veered more readily towards the dangerous and the reckless than her friends did. The summers in France went by in a blur, her brothers less pathologically concerned with her safety than her father (’Though still barely within the reference range, consult dr. Morris, it could be hereditary!’), and that was how Vivi learned to hunger for adrenaline too.

MV Africa Mercy, belonging to the humanitarian organization Mercy Ships, was precisely the sort of thing that was ‘out of question Vivian, what has gotten into you?’ in her father’s opinion. Vivi went anyway. She does not regret the nightmares of the things she’s seen and people she couldn’t help that have followed her ever since - they were fair trade, in her opinion. She is oddly evasive about the topic, however, still refusing to explain the scars on her arm and just below her ribs, even though to a trained eye (and even beneath the tattoos) they are obviously enough a byproduct of a blade. It had been her fault entirely, and she hasn’t learned to forgive herself for that either. It’s why she trains so religiously now - hand-to-hand combat, shooting - the same reason why she went to med school. To make up for the fact that she was helpless when her mother died, to never have to live through what she’s lived through in Ponte Noire, to never let herself be unable to protect the little girl she’s taking a night stroll with, to never have to feel gloved hands against her face as she is dragged into an unmarked vehicle.

Northern Inc. was a prudent choice where Africa Mercy was an impassioned one. Research and Development is structured, safe, bloodless. Do no harm - well, that’s for sure, if one doesn’t count the rats. Vivi does. She promised herself she’d go back to the hospital at some point, just not now. Not with her father still angry that she has refused to come home and be locked in a gilded cage. It’s impossible anyway - the longest she has managed to hold down a position in a hospital is three weeks, before he found out and pulled enough strings to have it all come crashing down on her. What she’s busying herself with these days, on the other hand, is anything but structured and safe. It is, however, allowing her to feel alive. One could argue that she could simply ask her father, or brothers to reach out to their contacts in the London crime world and find the man she’s looking for. Vivi would argue back that she might as well go back to France and lock herself in her old bedroom - the results would be the same. Whatever happened that summer in France between her brother and his (used-to-be) friend is something she’s going to have to hear from the horse’s mouth, or at least the mouth of one of the horses involved (’Leave it be Vivi. So you didn’t get a goodbye, boo-fucking-hoo. I was riddled with bullets. He might as well be dead, it’s better for him if he is.’). In all fairness, one could argue as well that she’s doing this out of misplaced childhood desires of being allowed to shadow their father, the morbid curiosity for the forbidden, the impulse to make the choices that were taken from her from the moment she was born. Not Vivi, of course, she’s just looking for an explanation and some justice for her brother. She just wants to talk, honestly!

TLDR;

because honestly, this damn bio needs one... and i need help (:

born in marseille, france to affluent parents. father was a high-ranking criminal, mother a drug addict. vivi was shielded from that world unlike her 2 older brothers who were expected to inherit the business

while never too wild, Vivi definitely defied her parents’ expectations and decided to choose her own destiny. her mother’s death and being unable to help her when she found her forced her definitively in the direction of medicine.

she studied at Cambridge (desperate to get away from home and the gilded cage she was in), and loved pretending at normalcy. however, she did get a taste of her family’s world in her 20s alongside her older brothers.

she was kidnapped towards end of her uni years by one of the organizations (she’s completely unaware of the identity of people involved, only remembers brief flashes of it) and held to ransom when her father didn’t meet his end of the bargain. her relationship with her father has been a bit strained ever since because he’s scared of something happening to her in london while vivi refuses to put her life on hold over this.

she had a brief affair with a friend/business contact of her brothers, but one night back in France shit went down between them all (Vivi was not there to witness it) and her brother almost died. she never got an explanation for what happened. what remains is a ring she always has on her hand, memories and desires and hopes warped by betrayal.

eventually joined MV Africa Mercy and toured with it for a year. still has nightmares about the horrors she’s seen, but she doesn’t regret it in the slightest because of the lives they managed to save or improve.

was attacked alongside one of the patients during an ill-advised walk in Congo. still has trauma and scars from it, and can’t forgive herself for being unable to protect herself and the little girl who died.

now works as a researcher because she needed a break from the grittier parts of her work and to heal her wounds. at least that’s how she soothes herself. the truth is, after disobeying her father, he’s made sure she can’t hold down a position in a hospital in london (she can in france, if she obeys and returns home). for some reason, this doesn’t apply to northern inc., as if the company is just out of her father’s reach. vivi wonders why...

when she’s not working she’s trying to get some combat skills and visits the shooting range to practice in order to feel safer.

is lowkey snooping around London trying to get info on the crime world and eventually find her brother’s friend since she’s not about to lay down and give up on getting the answers.

let’s be real she’s also doing it because she was never allowed to see her own world fully and she’s nothing if not morbidly curious. and pathologically inclined to put herself in the line of fire just to piss off her father.

MISC.

owns a pet rat she saved stole from the lab. his name is vincent and he’s a bit plump. she’s thinking about saving pilfering another one so vincent isn’t lonely. don’t tell anyone. also yes, they are very smart (ask only if you want to hear three million examples).

really, really wants a dog. if someone got her one she’d be eternally grateful in the form of an inadvisable amout of sub-par macarons (pink, never taste or look the same)

owns a 1958 Jaguar XK 150 and oftens considers torching it to the ground because the damn thing keeps breaking. yes, that’s original paint. do not lean on it, someone not Vivi, for sure will stab you.

her accent’s pretty neat, however, she does slip up at times and you can hear it.

suspects that her brothers and father were up to something nefarious that summer she lost contact with the man she fell in love with. he’d been adamant that she stay home (even if she fought him tooth and nail on it) that night even if her brothers wanted her to come. was he trying to protect her?

she’s right, of course, though she probably would have a hard time dealing with it. he was there to get revenge for his sister who’d been killed by vivi’s family - an eye for an eye, vivi’s blood as payment for his siter. except he couldn’t go through it.

after the attack in ponte noire she left the service immediately, but not before torching everything she owned, as if to allow herself to begin anew. everything except a worn leather jacket that still had his scent lingering in it. she can often be seen wearing it during cold nights, still clinging to the memory even if she ought to hate it.

gets startled easily, so don’t come up to her from behind because she might panic and spiral. it stems from her past experiences with this, which have almost never ended well.

will add more when i figure it out haha

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

the betrayer. this is the man that she met through her brothers in france. she is only aware of part of the story that ended in her brother being shot and the man disappearing without explanation. what she isn’t aware of is that he’d been there with a purpose, biding his time until he could get revenge for his sister who was killed by vivi’s family. the target? vivi. on the night it was supposed to go down he forced her to remain home instead, having found it too difficult to go through with the whole eye for an eye thing. vivi’s currently actively searching for him in london in order to get closure (and maybe revenge for her brother and for having been left behind). i imagine he’s part of one of the organizations, but most stuff i’ve left intentionally vague so we can talk it out if you’re interested!

the sceptic. someone from the organizations who suspects vivi’s a bit too interested in the criminal scene. maybe they misinterpret her interest as something nefarious and aimed against the organization. bonus points if they dig a bit deeper and figure out her family is involved with crime in france. OR ya know they offer her a position in exchange for loyalty? this can go many different ways and tbh i’m up for more than one connection of this sort! hmu and we can talk it out <3

the sleuth. someone who recognizes her name (and maybe even her) bc the organization has traded/worked/whatever works with her father and brothers in the past. her family’s been involved with weapons and drugs for decades now. vivi was kept away from it all fairly aggressively, but things might have slipped through the cracks esp because vivi’s never been too obedient about keeping her head low. tbh this stuff can get interesting, and i’m 100% up for putting her in danger so hmu!

the kidnapper. this sounds dramatic, but basically anyone who might have been involved with her kidnapping a few years ago. essentially, there were problems with her father/brothers and these people took her as ransom. the shipment was delievered eventually, and she was returned in one piece, but now they know she’s a good bargaining chip because there’s nothing her father wouldn’t do for her. she is unaware of their identity, but this might be someone she is close to today so it could be really fun to explore that (maybe she finds out it was them, etc.) or not! whatever works :)

the watcher. someone her dad has on a payroll to keep an eye on her (since she constantly keeps getting herself in trouble and refuses to come home). they can be unaffiliated or affiliated. they might be close, but vivi would be heartbroken and pissed as all hell if she found out they were doing it.

colleagues. people who are in the medical profession whom she might have met during uni or when she worked in the hospital. i’m ALWAYS up for these connects and would love to see her have a few connects of this kind!

friends/neighbours. vivi’s intensely social so I’d really love her to have some meaningful friendships and connections to people. will pester them with badly baked cookies and drag them alongisde her to whatever she’s into at that moment. she’s fiercely loyal and would go to the ends of the earth for people she cares about.

fwb/one night stands. i would really love to explore this side of her that is coping with her trauma and the betrayal she’s experienced while also craving this physical connection. she’s fairly adaptable, depending on the situation - so she can be the one that walks out before the sun is out and without a word, or someone who sticks around and makes coffee because she considers them a friend with whom she simply has an arrangemet.

past connects. someone she’s met in france as a kid/teenager. this is pretty vauge so it can fit your charrie, but if you think it could work hmu!

#divide : intro.#muse | vivian.

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 3 years

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OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

I was perhaps wondering if, since so many of the boys are so protective, how they would react while the reader is on her period, and keeps flinching and whimpering in pain in the middle of interviews. This is definitely only if your comfy writing it, your super talented!!!❤

Awe thank you so much ^^ that really means a lot~

I was debating about this one but decided I don't mind trying to write something. I hope you don't mind that it's general reactions vs individual.

This is a HEADCANNON!

Warnings: Uhhh, period stuff. Mild yandere themes.

I wrote this Gender neutral ^^

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When they see you constantly flinching and groaning in pain, their brows furrow, worry washing over them. They ask whats wrong and you tell them it's nothing, just cramps. Their hands twitch, desperately wanting to comfort you and give you tummy rubs but their restraints prevent that. So now they're sad psychos 😔:

BAKUGO, Shoto, Tokoyami

~~~

They start to freak out a little bit, worried something was seriously wrong. They ask you why you keep making those noises and when you told them it was cramps, they whimper and reach out to help you. Their restraints stop them and their anxiety spikes. Their precious darling is in pain and they can't help???:

Kirishima, TAMAKI, Denki, Midoriya

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They see you double over a few times and ask what's wrong, slightly worried but not really. You tell them your pains are just really bad today and they kinda smirk. Start teasing you a little, telling you that they could end those cramps easily with an orgasm or 2 or 5:

DABI, Shinso, HAWKS

~~~

Seeing you in pain doesn't bother him. Almost not at all, actually. If he did have to see you in pain, he'd rather be the one to cause it 🙂:

Overhaul

#fun fact:#orgasms CAN in fact help with period pains #if anyone is curious #liz.ask #abberation #hc #side note: i need to learn to make line dividers

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paperstarwriters · 2 years

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Bloody Valkyrie

For Context:

A is a human with a period.

B is an inhuman, whether an alien from a distant planet or a monster from another realm. They do not have "gender" and they do not have periods.

A is B's handler. Making sure B doesn't do anything stupid or harmful to others (B likes to think of A as a tour guide) B has had other handlers in the past. The one before A does not like A.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

"Oh hey." A waves their hand casually "I'm bleeding."

Around them, the world grinds to a halt.

B stands. B stands, but just barely. They stand because their muscles have all frozen over, and to fall they'd need to either bend their knees or lean back. But they can't because they're fucking frozen. Their eyes – thank death – their eyes seem to work, rolling wildly in their skull, their eyes scan A up and down and up and down and – death! Their mouth doesn't work. But they need to tell A to turn around! They need to tell A to turn so they can check their neck and their back! Any wound to their spine would be fatal, they could end up paralyzed. They could end up dead.

B was heaving. In and out and in and out. Air sawed down their throat and sliced their lungs apart. Maybe it was slicing open a passage large enough for words, and maybe if they spent a little more time just breathing they'd be able to speak more clearly. More calmly. Maybe they could match A's nonchalant ease — why the hell was A so calm?!

"What… What do you want me to do?"

It sounds condescending, like they're brushing A off, and that makes B wince far more than the glare that follows.

"You don't have to do anything." A huffs. "I can take care of it."

"No. No, no, no. You are – no. Tell me. What do you want me to do. I have to… I have to do something!"

It's a genuine question. "Rare" A would have said, but it only serves to make them confused now. They stare for a moment, shocked and curious, brows drawn and radiating disbelief. Did they believe they were joking? A could die. B wouldn't be joking. It doesn't last long. Another huff, and now, a raised brow. A was brushing them off — and honestly? B deserved it.

"It's fine."

It isn't.

"You don't need to bother."

They do.

"It's not like I haven't had worse."

…

….What?!

Muscles, A had told them once, were made up of cords. They were corded bits of material that pulled in order to move the bones of a body. The more cords you had the bigger your muscles. The bigger your muscles the stronger you were. B was very strong.

Forced so rapidly to move, B felt like all their muscles, all those cords, were snapping apart. Pulled to tight that they broke, lacing pain up their body, so much pain. So much but not enough because A was bleeding and they said that they've had worse. How much worse?! How did B not know?

Deaf. Blind. Ignorant.

Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass!

A flinched when B's hands came around them, when B held them so tight as if they had just killed someone. Perhaps they could have. Yes, they could have because B didn't notice. B didn't notice that A was bleeding or that A had suffered worse before.

"When?"

"...Excuse me?"

"When did you suffer… worse?"

A's face scrunches up. They look bemused They look B up and down as if testing how badly B deserved to know.

It dawned on them that this might have been before B knew them. It might have been… what was the word..? Trauma. Trauma – something bad that happened in the past that would hurt to talk about again. Panic flared. B reeled. They didn't need to know! If it was bad, if it would hurt to revisit, then A shouldn't be sacrificing themselves for their stupid curiosity! They didn't want to know. They didn't need to know!

Regardless of what A had seen in them, if they had seen how B did not need to know, they give a noncommittal shrug turning back to the menial task they had undertook when B was still fighting against their fear.

"It was pretty bad last month I think. I was really dehydrated."

Last month.

Death, they felt like they were about to cry.

They were there last month! They were with A! they had gone out with A to an amusement park and A showed them all these games and toys and rides! A was fulfilling a bargain –the deal they had struck with a coworkers after A lost the bet. They had been chatting and arguing and insulting each other so jokingly, just like B had learned from their previous handler. But unlike the people B's previous handler talked to, A smiled the entire time.

And yet—

A had been bleeding! A had been suffering! A was hurting!

And B didn't know. B didn't know. B didn't know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn't know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't know. Didn’t know. Didn't —

"Hey. You good?"

A leans over them – when did B start kneeling? – they hold a cup of something warm, that tea that B liked so much. The only drink that reminded B of home. One that A had made for them too. A was the only one who could make things taste better than they did at home.

But A's helping them. A's helping them while they're bleeding…

"Please." it's a tiny voice. Strained and worried and throwing away all that their previous handler had taught them, all that their previous handler had instructed when interacting with A. This wasn't calling A out for their mistakes, this wasn’t explaining how their previous handler was so much better even though A was the best of the best. This wasn't keeping everything that they just adored about A a secret, because if A knew they'd make fun of them or leave, and leaving was so much worse, and —

Their previous handler told them to treat A just like that because if they didn't A might get hurt because of them.

But A was already hurting.

"Please tell me how I can help…. Can't you at least show me where you're bleeding?"

A's eyes go wide. They must understand it too. B is begging now, being vulnerable. They aren't supposed to do that, they aren't' supposed to —

"I… can't"

They just barely hold themself back from grabbing A. "Why? Why not? Please. Please. You're hurt and I—"

A grabs them instead. The mug is set aside, some of the tea splashing form its container, while A yanks them away from the floor in an almost violent motion. It doesn't hurt. It can't hurt. A is a human and B isn't. A can't hurt them, and yet their chest aches as if they've been shot and—

A seats B before the computer. B's computer. B's human studies computer. The one that B had been referring to because their chest kept growing too tight around A, and A was leaning in, and – were they going to read it?!

A opens a new tab. And types something into the search bar. Leaning back they eye the screen disdainfully, and stride away, returning with B's drink in hand. "Study that." Is all A says before they leave again.

A diagram of human anatomy sits before B. A "Vagina" or "Uterus" the pictures call it. What the hell did A—

……..

Oh…..

….oh…..

….oh

….

....A...mentioned water. Dehydration causes pain. The website also advised for chocolates and warmth. Lots of warmth. Heating pads and blankets, and things to clean up the blood. B could do that. B could get that.

Because A was hurting — and it didn't matter if it was "normal". B had to help.

#monster lovers #monster x human #alien x human #character interaction #periods #writing prompt #random writing #fav tropes #spilled ink #?#human x monster #human x alien #earth is space australia #Imagine your OTP #otp prompts #otp ideas

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nitewrighter · 3 years

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for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

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"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV.

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.”

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against.

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping,

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling.

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this.

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers.

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning.

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib, but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...” Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him.

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

#dickkory #dc #teen titans #I loved hearing Kory speak Tamaranean in the show--it sounded almost klingon? In a good way #...ironically I'm talking about the live-action trainwreck and not the 03 show there #anyway cuddling: we should all do more of it #robstar

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captain039 · 3 years

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Secrets of mutation

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful, anxiety

Xmen/new mutants

AOB will be referred to second gender xD

The alarms were blaring in your ear when you woke. Startled and uncoordinated you got out of bed and looked out the door seeing no one but flashing lights, what the hell was going on?

You remember waking up in this strange place, handcuffed to a bed in some strange room filled with other empty hospital beds. You don’t remember much from before, your past blurry. A woman had come in, a tablet in hand as she scanned you with something.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“Who are you?!” You added tugging at the cuffs.

“Calm down Miss Y/n, my name is Dr Reyes, you’re at a facility” you frowned at her words.

“What facility?” You questioned.

“A facility for mutants like yourself” she said typing down something.

“You do know what mutants are yes?” You nodded to her question.

“I’m- not a mutant” you trailed off a little unsure.

“You are Y/n, a little late in showing but none the less, a mutant” she walked to your cuffs and you flinched as she unlocked them.

“What’s my mutation?” You asked rubbing your wrists.

“We have yet to figure that out” she smiled.

“I’ll show you around”

It was more of a cage for mutants than a program, you learnt after some time, the others you were with didn’t appreciate new blood apparently except Sam, Danny and Rahne. You were finding it difficult to present your power to anyone and yourself. Rahne said she could sense you differently from the others, you were unsure why though. As it became more clear you weren’t getting out you began to freak out. Your mind forcefully trying to figure out what happened before, your parents, your life? You couldn’t remember any of it, just flashes of faceless people and laughs. You got nightmares every night, something different each time, a jumble of memories perhaps. When those alarms rang though you sought nothing but freedom.

You had found the others as they looked around confused also. You all had headed outside a jet of some sort landing nearby.

“Who the hell is that?” Roberto asked.

“How are we supposed to know?!” Rahne yelled as a voice filled your head.

“It’s alright” it said as the jet opened and an old man came out on a wheelchair.

“No!” You heard Dr Reyes stumbling out as a orange bubble surrounded you. You were suffocating in it as you fell to your knees gasping for breath, desperately bashing on the force.

You had awoken to soft beeping, before it slowly picked up much like your heart beat. You looked around this feeling to familiar when someone walked in.

“You’re awake” she said as you stared at her, machine beating rapidly.

“What’s going on?!” You tugged against the tubes on you and panicked.

“Calm down” she said rushing to you quickly.

“My names Storm” she said and you frowned.

“You’re at professors Xaviers school” you frowned at her words.

“School?” You questioned looking around the high tech medical lab.

“Well above us is the school” she chuckled.

“You might know us better by the xmen” she said and you still stared.

“Took us a while to find your facility, I’m afraid you’re not the only one who was in that situation, they’re happening everywhere” she sighed sadly.

“That shield around it blocked the Professor out for a while till he got in” you laid back down, head spinning.

“Are the others ok?” You asked.

“They’re fine, getting use to the school, Magik causing some trouble but she’ll adapt” she stood by your bed.

“I-I don’t know my mutation” you mumbled.

“That’s why the professors here” she said softly as someone walked in. You sat up again seeing the old man in the chair.

“I’m not that old” he chuckled and you flushed.

“I didn’t-“ you frowned at him.

“My mutation my dear, I can hear people’s thoughts” he smiled stopping by your bed.

“Oh” you said.

“Don’t worry I won’t scope around in their unless you require me too” he chuckled you crossed your arms awkwardly.

“Bad joke I’m afraid” he said as Storm chuckled.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Um?” You said.

“Yes I’d imagine this situation is rather stressful but we are here to help” he offered a warm smile.

“I don’t know what to do- I don’t remember my past apart from waking up in that facility, nor do I know my mutation” you said.

“Yes, the facility’s, the Essex’s program give you a serum that takes away your memories of your past life, to better focus the mind” he sighed.

“As for your mutation I can help you find it” he smiled.

“Essex’s program?” You asked.

“Yes there are secret facility’s around the world, covered by the orange shield, they hold powerful mutants in there for testing, turn them into weapons with no memories” he spoke grimly, his eyes downcast.

“It’s hard for me to get through the shield without causing a big war” he sighed.

“These programs are made by the government, to test on mutants the deem powerful and dangerous and turn them into killers in the future” he looked to the woman who had a saddened face also.

“It’s hard to find you all” she said sadly.

“Terrible thing” she added.

“Come, I’ll show you around the school, lighten your mood a bit” the Professor smiled. You stood slowly thankful your clothes were still on and not some stupid hospital gown. You followed the Professor through a bright hall and into an elevator.

As the door opened again you were stunned by the house and smells. Old but clean with students walking around.

“They’re all mutants” the Professor said as you looked to each one as you walked.

“We have classes upstairs and down stairs, down the end here is the cafeteria” he pointed down the hall and you nodded.

“Back this way is the smaller kitchen and toilets along with rooms on the left side” he added pointing out each room.

“The floor below us is where you train, like for PE and fighting” he said.

“There’s a courtyard and plenty of room outside as well as in” he smiled going up the stairs.

“Professor!” You jumped as someone called.

“Ah Logan” you turned with the professor seeing the man coming towards you. You were hit with something though, an overwhelming scent and you held a hand over your nose.

“What?” The man said.

“I don’t stink that bad” he sniffed himself and you shook your head.

“No Logan I don’t think she understands our second gender” the Professor said and you frowned.

“Jesus kid” the man muttered.

“Did you need something Logan?” The Professor asked.

“Yeah that girl you found her with Magik? She’s causing a bloody mess again” he huffed hands on his hips and you perked up.

“Shall we go see your friends?” The Professor asked and you nodded. As you walked away from the man you glanced back meeting his gaze. You gulped looking away and speeding up a bit.

“Y/n!” Rahne was the first to run to you. You sighed hugging them tightly. Danny joined and you felt tears in your eyes. Sam came over too and you chuckled giving him a hug also.

“You guys ok?” You asked pulling back.

“We’re fine” Rahne said.

“How are you?” Sam asked.

“I’m ok, I think” you gulped a little glancing to the professor.

“You’ve been out a couple of days” Danny said and you frowned.

“Really?” You asked and she nodded.

“Was worried you weren’t gonna get up” you turned seeing Roberto and went to hug him.

“I get a hug?” He said in awe and you chuckled shaking your head.

“Where is your friend Magik?” The Professor asked.

“Outside in her little world” Roberto sighed.

“She hasn’t taken a liking to this place” Rahne said.

“She never liked being cooped up anyway” you shrugged.

“Y/n are you happy to stay here while I go talk to her?” The Professor asked.

“Yeah, thank you” you whispered and he smiled leaving.

You sat on the couch sighing, head hung back.

“We’re really at Professor Xaviers school” Danny said in little awe.

“The xmen” you mumbled.

“Yep” Rahne said.

“Seems strange we weren’t sent here- but then again we were in a secret program” Sam said.

“Secret program of psychos” Roberto grumbled.

“I don’t understand why I was there though” you said saddened.

“I don’t know my powers, I don’t know anything apparently” you sighed leaning your head in your hands.

“What’s the second gender?” You asked.

“You don’t know?” Roberto asked surprised.

“No” you mumbled.

“The second gender is-“ Sam stuttered on his words.

“Alpha, Beta, Omega” Rahne said and you frowned.

“I don’t understand?” You said.

“It’s a ranking system almost” Roberto spoke up.

“When you hit puberty is when you know your rank, Alphas are the-“ before Roberto could speak Danny interrupted.

“Alphas are hot headed idiots” she rolled her eyes as Roberto huffed like a child.

“Betas are in the middle class, omegas in the bottom and alphas at the top” Rahne said.

“What are you guys?” You said.

“Robertos an alpha so is Sam and Illyana, I’m a beta and so is Danny” you frowned at Rahne words.

“What am I?” You said.

“You’re an omega” Sam muttered.

“So I’m beneath you?” You questioned.

“No it- it doesn’t work like that” he sighed.

“Then how does it work?” You asked desperate.

“I can’t explain it’s always been there” Sam shrugged.

“What the hell” you mumbled sinking into to the couch more.

“I’m sure the professor can help you” Rahne held your hand as you tried to smile and nod. You didn’t know your past, your powers, your second gender? Who even were you?

Next Chapter ->

#x reader #au #aob #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #Logan x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine #xmen #the new mutants #mutants #marvel

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gojology · 3 years

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— Gojo and Nanami | Their Insecurities

pairing : insecure gojo x gender neutral reader, insecure nanami x gender neutral reader warnings : unedited, probably some misspellings, maybe some cursing, i probably dont make sense at all wordcount : 1703 a/n : this is so bad dear god please forgive me for deeming this as content

GOJO SATORU ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Gojo’s insecure about his lack of bodyhair. His lack of facial hair and arm hair worries him. Being babyfaced wasn’t something positive in his eyes- no, he wishes he was physically more masculine.

Your eyes meet his, the sun rays bathing both of you in an orange filtered light. His mouth is slightly opened, skin flush to the touch. After a night of intimacy, your ready for another round, pushing your palm towards his forehead. “Good morning, Satoru.” you say, voice slightly wavering even in the most private presence, without the formalities and what not, he’s surprisingly normal, and it’s taken you a bit to adjust to that. He’s warm, but it’s the good kind of warm, and it shows on his silly, dopey smile.

You guess it wasn’t the time for more sex, so you resist your urges, directing the energy to something else.

Gradually, your palms find themselves on his cheeks, and you pinch them slightly, giving him a look you hope is loving- because you really do mean it. Your rest assured, as the curve to his swollen lips grew even wider. The sounds of bird chirped as your fingers danced across his jawline, finally at your final stop, his chin.

You tip his chin up, and sure enough, hickeys are adorning his neck. A feeling of joy and honor fills you for a brief second, you were the one that was allowed to see him vulnerable, given the pass into his locked up heart. He finally breaks the silence between the two of you, pushing away your slack hand delicately.

It’s peculiar, there’s a tremble to his lips, like he’s scared, or about to burst into a fit of tears. You think it should be the other way around, but here you were, arms held close to your chest, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, bated breath preventing you from questioning the sudden change in tone.

“Hey, um, Y/N, weird ass question, but, am I hairy? Like, wooly mammoth hairy?”

You can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or not.

Trying not to make a face, you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I mean, not really. You’re actually pretty nonhairy, in terms of uh... The average-” you pause, realizing how drastically his face fell. “-But I do like non-hairy guys! Who would wanna date a wooly mammoth anyways? Hey, baby..” you coo, giving him a tiny peck on the cheek, fluttering your eyelashes. “What’s this about? Hey, you know, you can just be straightforward with me, I don’t mind.”

He doesn’t take a moment of hesitation, exasperatedly blurting out, “Does my lack of.. Hair, bother you?” but it seems he regrets it, your cheeks puffing up, stifling a giggle. Yet, he maintains the bone-chilling eye contact, his eyes are as vivid as ever, so blue it looked like the entrance to heaven. Your immediately lulled, whatever he was going to say was definitely urgent.

“W-What? Are you being serious?” covering your mouth, your voice is muffled, but his face looks absolutely terrified, and you relish in how funny he looked. It wasn’t everyday that he was genuinely frightened, well, maybe he didn’t show it often. “Of course not! Why would I be even remotely worried about bodyhair when I have something way more eye-catching in front of me?”

The shock turns into a sheepish smile, returning for a second time, your heart melting instantly. He takes a long, deep breath, exhaling the tension away, tugging at the covers to go over his chest. You hadn’t realized that he had stolen more than half of the blanket for himself, but you don’t make a fuss about it.

For all the weight he carried on his sagging shoulders, you’re sure the warmth is appreciated.

NANAMI KENTO ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Nanami thinks he’s a boring person, through and through. Outside of work, he doesn’t see why anyone would want him. Some days, he wonders if he should pick up on Gojo’s personality, telling jokes and being sarcastic and what not.

The fine, white porcelain Nanami had gifted you was beautiful, to say the least. Nanami frequently shone it until it glimmered in the light, wiping any smudge or speck of dirt that dared to get on his beloved tea set that he gifted to you a few months prior. Gold trim, alongside depictions of birds fluttering about, and your favorite flowers. It’s perfect for you, and that’s why he had gotten it. His eyes had instantly brightened, picturing your beaming face as you served the two of you some tea.

But he wonders, would you be happier if he perhaps gifted you something more up to date in comparison to the porcelain? He had enough money to buy you the world, bags, jewelry, he’d often used to hear stories of his co-workers giving their wives expensive, well, anything, and they’d be over the moon. A sudden realization grew inside of him at the thought of this:

Was he too out-of-date?

The thought went rampant in his usually collected mind, twisting and turning at night, only the sound of you, deep in sleep, could calm the troubled man down. As a consequence to his overthinking, he got little to no rest, and if he got little to no rest, his eyebags would turn their ugly, sneering faces in his direction.

And so, as he’s baking tea cakes to go along with the afternoon tea the two of you would routinely drink, he’s going deep into depth of himself. He’s a good worker, good at...

What was he good at? Aside from work, he can’t see why he’d be of use. Nanami acknowledges he’s stoic, which may be good in some cases, but often, everyone runs away from him because he appears as scary with those cold, calculating eyes. As opposed to Gojo, everyone enjoyed how lenient of a teacher he was. Well, Nanami isn’t sure on that, maybe aside from Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji, everyone hated that. Regardless, him and Gojo don’t share something in common.

Gojo has humor, and he doesn’t.

So why did you like him?

Nanami’s subconsciously drumming his long, bony fingers against the counter, eyes studying the ceiling like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Steadily, an acrid smell completely overwhelmed your senses- now, you’re hacking into your arm, and finally, Nanami comes back to Earth.

He blinks a few times, like he’s drinking in his surroundings, before he realizes the tea cakes are completely burning into a crisp.

Now, he’s on heightened alert, yanking open the handle to the oven and fanning out the flames with a random oven mitt he had hastily grabbed for. Beads of sweat are developing on his skin, before finally, you rush in, still hacking up a storm with a large pot of freezing water in your shaking hands.

Nanami curses himself for ever appearing as informal, but then he remembers he’s infront of his significant other, he didn’t have to put on an act. His face relaxes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he’s paused- by you. You raise your palm up at him, the other hand opening up a window looking over the garden.

“Nana.” he freezes completely, the affectionate nickname was specially reserved for confrontations like this. You spoke softly, which, for some reason, was significantly worse than you screaming into his ear. Your eyes follow suit, staring at his collar, loosening his tie. He winces, but Nanami’s not sure why he does. You had touched him millions of times, so why was it now that he didn’t accept it?

“Yes, my love?” he finally breathes out, wrapping a strong, gentle arm around your waist just loosely. You place your thumb just below his lower lip, your index finger rubbing his plush lips all at the same time. The exchange is purely affectionate, yet, he’s still tense.

“What has gotten into you?” you murmur.

“I- Nothing, darling, I’ll bake another-”

“No.” is all you say before you grab him by the chin, unwavering. Usually, those piercing eyes of his are emotionless, something shocking. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, so why is it that it’s blocked off? But you guess it wasn’t the case here, he stared back with the same level of intensity, fear and peculiarity. You stay in that position for a little, savoring just how much you must mean to him, it wasn’t everyday he was vulnerable and let you inside. Your breathing is heavy, eyelids heavy as well due to his routinely ruckus every night, but you’re determined to erase any trace there was left of that. You kiss him. It’s sloppy, yet chaste. A fight for dominance usually occurs between the two of you, and almost routinely, Nanami wins, but this time, he lets you do the work.

Your lips never once trail away from his own. Heavy breathing through nostrils, hands roaming where it shouldn’t at such an early time, but who gave a fuck about the rules? It wasn’t a workplace, and you’d never let it be one. He clings onto your figure, you savor his muscular physique. Not once do his hands not roam, your flesh was his, and his was yours.

Finally, you pull away, heat rising to your cheeks, tears are beginning to dawn on your glassy eyes. “I’ve listened to you roll around in bed every night, mumbling shit about how you don’t see why I’d want you. You better donate your eyes and brain to charity right now.”

This wasn’t the reaction, or beatdown he was expecting. He flinches at the vivid image he got of you gouging out his eyeballs. “...Why must I do that?

“Because, you don’t use them, obviously. If you took a fucking second of your life to look deeper into your personality below the surface level, you’d see how fucking amazing you are and I love you for that.”

Shaking your head furiously, you shush him up yet again when he finally decides to speak up, tears are beginning to spill down your cheeks. “Shut up, Nana. Shut. Up.” pulling him in for another kiss, your hands grabbing at his shoulder like he was going to let go.

But he never did.

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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i am the anon who asked earlier about the character limit ! i’m ready to send my ask now-

so could you write something about a female mc (or gender neutral it’s up to you !) that doesn’t take a shit form anyone ? like when someone bother she just “tsk” before threatening them and the bois are like “wtf that was kind of hot tho-“ .

i can see them just simping for her like we simp for them and it’s making me laugh-

also i’m not really sure if you write for them but a small reaction of perhaps side-characters to her ?

i’m really asking for too much skdkdjdksowkw-

thank for reading it and i hope i’m not bothering you ! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Alright, for this one, anon allowed me to pick some Twst guys to react to MC

But, ahem…. hope they’re (and y’all are) happy with the way I carried this out

Neige (& dwarves) + Che’nya are also included, as they wished to see side characters react to this MC too

Let’s get started (bc it’s loooong)~!

HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, EVERYONE!! 🥳🎉

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OVERVIEW

Heartslabyul: Riddle is very surprised at her behavior and may scold her for it, but he secretly admires the confidence and will to stand up for herself. Trey is also taken aback, but well… if that helps her get through NRC, fine by him (he pretends not to see). Cater SIIIIIIMPS like duuuude THAT ATTITUDE IS WHAT HE DESIRES TO HAVE AGAINST HIS SISTERS (she’s his role model now). And man, do I even need to say what Ace and Deuce think? PLAIN FUN, and they simp, Deuce a little more than Ace.

Savanaclaw SIMPS and simps HARD. Ruggie and Leona due to females in Afterglow Savana being overall more respected. Not to mention IRL lionesse are in charge of hunting and female hyenas are the dominant ones in pairs. Jack I see as someone who admires people who are strong and can stand for themselves, and a no bullshit MC is wow… but perhaps he thinks maybe she could be a little more polite.

Octavinelle is a little hard to read. Azul first is very surprised and a bit offended, but once he finds out she acts this way towards everyone and anyone… Be ready to become his 3rd bodyguard lol. Leech Twins adore to annoy her, Floyd provokes her more with tugs and shoves while Jade can just throw ANY comment her way with that smile to trigger the instinct; she’s become their little plaything of sorts.

Scarabia: Kalim is SHOOKED!!!! The first time he hears her comments leaves him with a surprised pikachu face. Jamil is startled a bit, but man… SIMPS, and is like "you speak my inner thoughts".

Pomefiore: Vil is also VERY surprised, but admires the way she so willingly defends herself with only words and harsh glares (anger looks very pretty on her). Rook SIMP, yuuup. He's amazed at how just one comment and death stare from her has magic wielders cowering in fear, gets goosebumps from excitement when those are directed at him. Epel simps too! Like DAMN HE WANTS TO STAND UP FOR HIMSELF LIKE THAT!!! No more stupid etiquette classes, time to be tough! (Vil quickly turns his plan to dirt tho lol)

Ignihyde: Idia is ?????? At times, he's very intimidated by her, but on other occasions he's ready to talk back (this especially when he's communicating through the tablet). Ortho is shook, too. For someone who comes from another world and is scared by many possible scenarios in this Wonderland, they're surprisingly brave. He likes her! Get ready to be his Big sis

Oh man, Diasomnia… Malleus is surprised when he first sees the change of attitude, since she's nice in his nightly visits to Ramshackle, but very soon he'll be like "I like this human" Slowly becomes her simp. Lilia is VERY amused by her behavior and sometimes likes to provoke her. As soon as a threat is thrown his way, however, he'll be ready to throw one back as he smiles brightly. Silver is surprised, they all cower before her, how?! He may or may not simp, but he absolutely looks up to her (wishes to be more assertive like that). Boy oh boy… Sebek… SHOOKED; just try to say something rude to his Young Master, get ready for the loudest "EXCUSE ME?!" and following rant. Shooked and shooked TO THE CORE.

ALL the staff are very irritated by her antics, but the ones more vocal about it that have a little back and forth with her are Crowley and Crewel. Sam just laughs it off, besides it's rare for her to threaten him (mainly bc he gives special discounts for her).

BOY...RSA… Neige is SHOOKED, but rudeness never stopped him from making friends and pull a smile out of them (well, ya better stop right there bc she's ready to PUNCH). Needless to say, majority of dwarves are surprised too… except, Grant who just chuckles and says like Jamil "speaking my inner thoughts". Che'nya acts as if it's the most normal thing, doesn't flinch back or anything ("we're all mad in our own ways~ it's the norm here")

In the end, all of them simp for her, one way or another~ (and let her get away with a handful of stuff bc simps)

Heartslabyul

"Aren't you the cutest little thing~? Look at your lil' nose sniffing my finger so adorably!!" The [color] haired girl gushed at the hedgehog in her hand, carefully petting its colorful quills.

Someone sighed in irritation at her behavior, "Stop that! We're not allowed to pamper the hedgehogs like that, so cut it off!"

[Color] eyes narrowed at the intruder, "And who here says I care what you, or the rules, say? They're animals, pets practically. You need to show them affection for them to live long, happy lives, dumbass."

At the small scene, Trey interrupted, “Let's please act accordingly. Come on, we need help painting the roses." The 3rd year signaled the other Heartslabyul student to follow.

"What?! No, not fair! How come she's not getting punished for this when we get scolded for it?!" He raised his voice.

"Hey now, leave [Name]-chan alone, she isn’t bothering anyone. Be a good kouhai and listen to Trey-senpai. Remember vice dorm leader is just as respected as dorm leader here." Cater cut in, trying to somehow make things lighter.

"Bull-!" Before the guy could even finish his sentence, Riddle appeared.

"What seems to be the matter here? At this rate, if you keep getting distracted with unimportant things, we won't have our preparations ready." The redhead followed their gazes to the girl sitting on the floor surrounded by a rainbow of hedgehogs.

"Ah, I understand." Riddle nodded.

"Thank-!" However, the student was once more cut off by the 2nd year.

"[Surname] was appointed by me personally as hedgehog caretaker. Her activities consist of cleaning cages, feeding, and the important task of pampering them with affection and love." Heartslabyul's dorm head explained, "We do play croquet frequently, and many 1st years don't treat our animals superb. Not to mention, it is said the Queen of Hearts herself would pamper her hedgehog just like [Surname] is doing… Admirable, don’t you think?"

"Are we clear now?" Slate grey eyes looked sternly at his dormmate.

Defeated, the boy accepted. "Yes, dorm leader Rosehearts."

"Go help Cater and Trey with rose duty." Riddle dismissed the boy.

On his way out, a certain troublesome 1st year made an indirect comment.

"That's why you get informed before complaining about things~" Ace teased.

Deuce smacked his friend on the back of the head, "Shut it, we committed the same mistake when we first saw [Name] baby talking the hedgehogs."

"H-Hey! There was no need to reveal that!"

Savanaclaw

Full cafeteria, the worst scenario ever. Not to mention both [Name] and Grim were starving.

So, when she saw an opportunity to get in line for the (oddly) short line for [fav. food], she did. However…

“What the fuck’s up with you?! Just because you’re a girl ya think ya get special treatment, dumbass?!” Some random rude student said.

Oh, bad move, idiot.

All [Name] had to do was throw an icy glare their way and turn away slowly for the boy to tremble in his socks.

Human and Grim picked their full and finally headed to any empty spot available, which resulted in them sitting with the Savanaclaw students, who watched the scene unfold.

“[Name]-san, that’s some temper you’ve got-” Ruggie began talking, but was immediately silenced by the same icy stare.

“To hell with that, I am hungry and ready to destroy the world, so better keep your mouth shut to see your future.” The girl grumbled, taking the first bite of her precious meal.

Three pairs of ears flattened in shock, looking at one another to agree on what they experienced right now.

“Wait a second…” Ruggie thought, breath hitching after receiving such cold glare.

Jack kept a watchful eye as he drank his water, strange warmth crawled up his face. “That was…”

Leona, for once, looked awake enough. Green eyes with a tinge of respect reflected in them, teasing smile slowly developing on his face. “Seems like the herbivore has some fight in her… Nice, very nice…”

“That was… very attractive…” The trio gulped down whatever they were eating, before averting their gaze elsewhere to hide the blush. Except Leona, he chuckled silently before looking down at his plate to recover from the little display of power from her part.

Meanwhile, the otherworldly student and cat monster shared a confused look. “Weirdos… Do they enjoy seeing me eat? Yeah, not sitting down with them again.” [Name] decided.

Octavinelle

"Keobi-chan~!"

"Not again…" [Name] grumbled between teeth. Just as she thought she was out and away from the whole Octavinelle trio, these two come again for her.

"Let's go, koebi-chan! Azul wasn’t done talking with you~” Floyd grabbed onto her arm and tugged.

“You two never know when to stop, or do you?” Grim swiped at Floyd’s hand as best he could from the girl’s shoulder.

Then came the chuckle she hated most, that instantly ignited that fight or flight instinct in her. “Please, Floyd is simply stating the truth. Azul is adamant in speaking to [Surname]-san, it’s only expected of her to allow him some time. After all, he was so gracious to lend his help when she most needed.” Jade linked his arm with her free on and began walking.

“Oi! Get your hands off me! I’ve heard enough from Azul! I’ve declined the offer more than enough times for it to get through his head!” The [hair color] stood her ground as much she could, but the two towering eels still dragged her to their destination.

Floyd laughed, “Little shrimp fighting for her life when she’s already lost~” He shot Jade a look and his twin immediately knew what he wanted to do. They lifted her from the ground and began swaying side to side.

“What the hell?! Let me down, let me go! I’ve had enough of you! We’ve helped Azul more than enough already!” [Name] and Grim were left to flair and yell more protests while the twins chuckled and laughed at their predicament.

Eventually, they arrived at Octavinelle and the two-halves-of-a-whole students were plopped down onto the couch inside Azul’s V.I.P. office. The tweels left them with those sinister pointy teethed smiles of theirs, sending chills down the duo’s spines.

“Now now, [Name]-san, Grim-san, do keep your voice down. I’ve got a deal much better than our last offer. Hear me out, now would you?” Azul spoke, suave and sleazy as ever.

“No, cut it out already! Just accept I won’t-!” Her complaints were interrupted by the octomer’s firm statement.

“One meal!” After noticing he had their attention, the dorm leader continued, “One free meal for the two of you each day, along with some Madol… All for [Name]-san’s intimidation services and Grim-san cleaning dishes.”

“Make it TWO meals and it’s a deal!” Grim quickfired.

“NO! No, no!” The [color] eyed refuted. She leaned close to Ashengrotto over the desk, eyes narrow and eyebrows furrowed, “...Make it two free meals AND drinks daily, with a nice pay… and throw in some deluxe tuna cans from time to time…”

Grim perked up at that, eyes shifting from human to merman as they stared each other down to see who relented first.

Azul sighed, “Very well…” A gloved hand came forward, “Have we got a deal?”

[Eye color] looked into baby blue, before nodding and shaking his hand. “A deal it is, but” [Name] leaned even closer, right on the gray haired’s face, “Let it be known that just you fail once on giving the pay and it’s over, Ashengrotto.”

He snorted, “Oh, no need to worry about that, I always hold onto my end of the contract.” Taunting gaze mocked the [hair color], “The thing is, can you?”

“This damn Octavinelle people..!” [Name] felt fire light up her veins from anger and irritation at his words.

Scarabia

“Grim, look! We once more have a delicious cream cheese for you to enjoy with crackers!” The ever excitable Kalim exclaimed, reading a pair of crackers to feed Grim.

Before his hand could get any close to the scared cat’s face, [skin tone] hads grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Kalim, how many more times do I have to tell you?! Stop that!” An exasperated sigh followed her words. She let go of his arm.

Kalim (and pretty much all of Scarabia) looked at her. “No, not those big round cute ruby eyes…” The girl thought, feeling herself relent already. “Only for you… only for this ray of sunshine will I try to be less on the fence…”

[Name] cleared her throat, “W-Why don’t you… try asking Grim properly if he would like some first, instead of just shoving the food in his mouth!” An awkward giggle left her lips. “Was that better?! That did not sound better, at all! No!! It was harsh!”

Silence carried on afterwards, making her feel even more awkward and nervous of her actions. There’s a first time for everything.

“She’s right on that. You understand, don’t you, Kalim?” Jamil broke the silence, turning everyone’s eyes to him now. “As host, you should offer your visits amenities correctly, not force them upon them.” The dark haired boy remained focused on his plate of curry while he informed his dormmate.

“Oh! Of course, of course!” The dorm leader snapped out of his zoning out, “Apologies! Grim, would you like to try the cream cheese?” Kalim recovered his pep, bringing close the plate of cheese and crackers to Grim.

“Ah… No, thank you…” The monster declined. “However… I would like to try the dates you have over there.”

“Sure, no worries! Try as much food as you like! This banquet is for everyone to enjoy, after all!” Just like that, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and the party returned to its full swing.

From across the table, Jamil threw the [hair color] a smirk and a nod. She looked away with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Pomefiore

“She dares show her face here, dressed like that?”

“And with a stinky, dirty raccoon hanging from her shoulder.”

“As always, these pretentious idiots…” [Name] tried to steel herself, taking deep breaths as she carried on towards the Pomefiore common room. Vil asked for her presence here for some idea he had in mind and wanted to carry on.

“Fuh-nyah, this place always smells like perfume… Has me sneezing all over, eugh.” Grim rubbed his nose to ease the itching.

The girl giggled lightly, petting her companion. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell in a few seconds.”

“Ah, Trickster [Name], Monsieur Hirsute! Bienvenue à Pomefiore!” Rook welcomed them, as colorful as ever.

“[N-Name]? You’ve been… summoned here, as well?” Epel seemed surprised to see his friends here.

Vil stood up from the throne, “And just in time you’re both here. Could’ve done with a few extra minutes of head start, but at least you’re here and didn't arrive late.” The elegant 3rd year went over to explain his idea to the 1st years.

However, as the dorm head explained, the comments continued…

“Seriously, can’t she take the hint she’s not wanted here?”

“As a girl, she should know to take better care for herself.”

“Alright that’s it.” The Ramshackle prefect took a very deep breath and interrupted Vil, “Yeah, uh, apologies for cutting you off, but let me take care of some matters.” Turning around, the [color] haired looked over at the group that kept saying unasked opinions.

“Hey, you pompous people with deliriums of grandiose!” At the start of her screaming, Vil and Rook braced for the worse while Epel drew a very big smirk.

Everyone kept their dignified faces, sure that their dorm leader and vice head would have their backs.

“I dress bad? I don’t take care of my skin, nails, lips, hair? Grim isn’t always smelling nice?”

“Hey! What with that, [Name]?!” “Shush, you…”

“Just because I’m a girl you dare assume what I should act like?!” She scoffed, “Well, let me see you survive in a world far different than your own, disoriented and with no means to go back, live on a tight budget along with your equally as disoriented monster friend, with the only clothes you own being very mistreated and old uniforms students left in a rundown dorm!”

Everyone looked at her and murmured.

One of the students spoke up, practically laughing at her face, “What? Want us to feel pity for you? Sounds to me like you’re not trying hard enough.”

Grim himself was ready to burn this scum to a crisp, but thankfully, someone else stepped in to defend their friends.

“Oh? Like you’ve clearly not been doing?” Vil glared at the boy harshly. “Don’t think just because you’re good looking you have an immediate pass to be a student of Pomefiore, of NRC. Your grades are lacking, and for someone in this dorm to be that terrible in alchemy is ruinous. Seriously, an F in potion making? You strive to be as resourceful and tenacious as the Beautiful Queen by not being able to brew even a simple potion?”

The mob cowered back, shocked at their dorm head speaking that way to them.

“Doesn’t feel good to have yer flaws n’ failures spoken of, eh?” Epel yelled from a few miles back. He could see Schoenheit stiffen at the use of his distinct accent, but the farmer boy could care less in this moment… and so did Vil.

Rook stepped over with a friendly smile, placing a hand on the student's shoulder and on Vil’s. “Please rest the case, lest we want our hearts and faces wrinkle up from anger and stress.” The hunter squeezed the boy’s shoulder, applying pressure on one of the nerves to get the message across. In case that was not enough, narrow green eyes spared him a side glance full of ill-intent, “Any more comments like that, and your heart will be carved out of your rib cage and go in a jewelry chest to display as a trophy.” Was his message.

“Y-Yes, Rook-senpai!” The mob immediately answered and made their way out to somewhere else.

The actor rubbed the bridge of his nose at the scene, “I apologize on behalf of my dorm, those types of comments are absolutely not tolerated, but there seem to be more potatoes to wrangle than what I imagined.” He sighed, “But anyways! Let us continue with our original plans. [Name], Grim, Epel, follow me. We shall start with having you all take a nice bath and do proper skincare...and furcare, I suppose.”

“Oh, I would very much like some hypermosturizing serums and a bathbomb or oils to help destress, please!” The [hair color] said.

Vil chuckled a bit, “After that, you need all the lavender oils in the water.”

“Wait, does that mean…?!” Epel became unsettled and looked at Grim.

The monster finished the lilac haired boy’s thought, “We’re gonna end up smelling like a potpourri or somethin’?!”

Rook came behind them, pushing them lightly forward to walk in the other two’s direction. “Come now, moniseurs! Bath time is a great time to spend relaxing and planning your activities for the day!”

The rowdy duo only groaned at his words.

Ignihyde

“Oh, [Name] [Surname]-san, that was an amazing play!” Ortho congratulated while spectating the game going on between you and his brother.

The girl chuckled, “Thanks, Ortho… Did that specifically to show your brother not to underestimate a magicless human’s abilities in games such as this.” Sizzling could be heard coming from the older Shroud as he silently fumed, but his flaming hair betrayed his silence.

“That’s right, get mad and lose your temper. It’ll be easier to defeat you like that… defeat you once more.” [Color] lips turned into a mocking smile. “Talk shit, get hit, bruh!”

Idia desperately played his following moves, a supposed combo to take you down considerably. “I don’t believe you’ll keep that smile in your face for long.”

She chuckled, ominously now, “Ohoho, I believe I will be keeping this smile… and victory with me~!” The 1st year kept laughing as she played her last strategy, leading to his defeat for the 6th? 10th? time today.

The dorm head took a deep breath before he could yell his frustration out, hair turning a shade of dull red, telling the other occupants of the room of his temper.

“How’s that for underestimating the skills of a human, Idia? Tired or eating your dirt yet or not? Told ya this would only lead to absolute defeat-!” Before [Surname] could boast some more, Idia stood up and dropped himself on his bed, back turned to them all.

The robot boy floated over to the enraged 3rd year. “Big brother? Your vitals are erratic, heartbeat is quick and body temperature is on the raise. Would you like some help relaxing?”

“I believe it’s better to let him be, Ortho.” The girl reassured. “Wanna play a game with me? See if you can beat me?” She suggested.

The android quickly cheered up, “I would love to!”

- Few minutes later -

[Color] eyes stared at victorious play.

5 times… It had only been 30 minutes and already 5 times… She was beaten by the younger Shroud 5 times already!

Ortho smiles at her (or at least she assumed, with him keeping his mouth coveron). “This is entertaining, [Name] [Surname]-san! Can we play one more time?” Those innocent yellow eyes looked up at her tired, irritated ones.

“I- uuuh… S-Sure, Ortho..!” A strained smile stretched her lips.

Idia sat down somewhere near, teasing pointy smile on his face now. “How does it feel, [Surname]?”

“Shut the hell up, Shroud, you’re no one to speak like that.” The girl whispered through gritted teeth.

Diasomia

Blah, blah, blah… chatter, chatter, chatter…Loud booming voice annoying everyone around.

“Alright, damn it all!” [Name] slammed her hand on the table. “For the love of all that's holy, shut the hell up, Sebek!!”

Everyone was stunned for a moment at the outburst, Silver jumped awake at the shouting.

Sebek looked at her with the most indignant look, “Excuse you?! That is something extremely rude to say! Even more so because you interrupted my conversation with the Young Master!”

“What do you even mean?! You interrupted my conversation with Malleus in an even more impolite way first!” She reminded her fellow 1st year.

Zigvolt scoffed, “Only because you don’t possibly have anything of interest to speak with Master Malleus.”

“Sebek I swear to god!”

“Silence, human! Stop pestering us!”

“You are the one doing the pestering here!”

And just like that, both students began bickering.

Silver looked at Lilia, “Don’t you think we should do something about this?”

The old fae sighed into his tea cup, placing it back down before taking a sip. “We absolutely must, Sebek’s voice was already inflicting a headache, now we have... that…” Red eyes looked at the brash underclassmen arguing.

Malleus, meanwhile, rubbed his temples at their antics.

“Children, stop it now or else-” Vanrouge noticed how his words were going unnoticed, so he decided to raise his voice some. “Children-” More shouting, silencing his call for attention.

“Children!” Lilia’s voice boomed around the room, along with the stomping of his heel on the stone floor. The surround sound effectively made the misbehaving students shut up.

“Thank you.” He said with a closed eyes smile, “Now, to settle your senseless screaming, why don’t we try asking Malleus himself what he believes happened, hm?” The bat suggested, turning to look into lime eyes to urge his master to speak up.

“Oh..! Hmm… Well… It is true Sebek interrupted the conversation I was having with the child of man,” [Name] looked at her friend with an I-told-you-so smile, “And I disagree with him, [Surname] was telling me very interesting things about her life and experiences in this Wonderland.” That made the girl stand even prouder.

“However,” The pistachio haired male looked at his superior with hope in his eyes, “I agree with his comment on how interrupting conversations the way [Surname] did is very rude.” Now it was his turn to boast a little. “But let’s not forget he interrupted us first, and therefore is rude himself.” Sebek deflated at that.

Lilia clapped his hands with a bright smile, “Problem solved! Now,” The fae looked at the tall 1st year, “Sebek, dear, [Name] is our guest today, treat her with respect. She is Malleus’ specially invited guest, let her spend her time occupying our leader’s time as she pleases. He invited her for that reason, after all.”

“U-Understood, Lilia-sama…” Zigvolt agreed against his will.

“Thank you, Lilia!” [Name] thanked at the same time Sebek spoke.

“Very well, let us enjoy our tea time in peace now.” Finally, the youthful soul sat down and picked up his cup to take a much needed sip of the amber liquid. “Young ones these days, I swear...”

NRC Staff

Shouting and yelling resounded around the meeting hall, leading Mozus to rub the bridge of his nose to try and ease the oncoming headache.

“Hello-!” Vargas was cut off.

“Not now, Professor Vargas, I need to knock some sense into this crow!” The 1st year yelled at the muscular P.E. teacher.

He sat down near Trein with a sigh, “They’re at it again this week?”

“Yes, they are…” The old man grunted.

“Been at it for 20 minutes now, can’t believe it.” Crewel tapped his finger on the wooden table in irritation, “Headmaster Crowley should already relent and give her more allowance if it means we can get our meetings done!”

“Absolutely not,” Trein disagreed, “[Surname] should learn to handle her finances better, budget things appropriately and spend the least on useless things.”

Crewel let out a single mocking laugh, “Really now? Have you heard what biweekly amount of money he gives her?! It’s not even enough to buy a steady supply of meals from the shop for a week!”

Soon enough, the two teachers joined their respective sides in the battle of Crowley vs. [Name], while Vargas watched with the most uncomfortable look.

And, after a good more minutes of shouting, the last call was given…

“You know what?! I’m done!!” The [color] haired girl made her way to the exit, “It’s always “Because I am so kind” blah blah blah! But you never do anything to help me!” She made a bad impression of the Director on purpose.

“It’s not only me in the dorm, it’s also Grim! And he’s a sizable cat, he needs to eat properly and plenty, too!” She turned around before leaving, “Seriously, Headmaster, I don’t know anymore how to scream at you that we need help! We’re sleeping on dirt every night, we’re breathing mold and dust everyday inside the rundown dorm! We need food and clothes and bedsheets and hygiene products!”

[Name] had to take a deep breath before saying her last words, “If you’re not going to help me search for a way back home, then… at least help me make that crumbling building feel like home…” With that, the heavy door shut close.

The young girl quickly made her way out of the building, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay and not let them overflow. Out of habit, or maybe it was her consciousness trying to search for comfort, her feet carried her to Mr.S’s Mystery Shop.

The simple ringing of the bell signaling a new customer already made her feel better.

“Welcome, little devil! What can I help you with today?” Sam greeted with his typical energy.

The [hair color] sighed in relief, making her way to the counter. “Hello, Sam.”

“Aaah, another fruitless fight with the Headmaster?” The shopkeep inquired, identifying that tired tone in her voice.

“Indeed…” She let head lay upon her crossed arms as the rest of her body leaned on the counter. “I ask myself why I even keep trying it, nothing will ever change…”

A shadow friend pat her head to try and comfort her.

“Because you’re perseverant and a fighter, and wish to have a school life as nice as the one your friends in established dorms live. It’s not an unjustified fight.” The mysterious clerk said, full confidence in his words.

“You believe so?” Curious [color] eyes looked at his moving figure.

“Of course! Everyone else has a nice room to sleep in, why shouldn’t you? Besides, the Headmaster decided to take you in, a responsibility he can’t ignore.” He placed a small mug in front of your head, “Go ahead, take a drink, it’ll help you in more ways than you can think of.”

Carefully unwinding from her position, a hand took the mug and brought it under her nose. One sniff and the girl could tell this was [fav. drink]. “Sam, I’m-! How did- How did you know this is my favorite?!” A pleasant surprise that brought a smile to her lips.

“You always buy it, guess you must really like it.” Magenta eyes watched as she took a sip, “Comfort food and drinks are perfect after an upsetting experience.”

[Name] threw him a tender smile, “Thank you, Sam. All you do for me and Grim is very appreciated… Don’t think I don’t notice those special discounts.”

All he did was wink at her as he turned to welcome a new customer.

Royal Sword Academy

Helping put up a stage was not an easy task. Could anyone really blame her for being so mad at everyone who got in her way after being overworked like that?

Who knows how many times she yelled at people to hurry up and move away from her path already.

And it just so happened a playful cat decided to scare the soul out of the 1st year at the worst moment, just as she was trying to take a short power nap.

“Found mew (pronounce it as m-you-w pls)!” A floating head and apparently dismembered arms appeared before [Name], hands falling on her shoulders.

She screamed bloody hell at the boy, “WHAT THE F-CK, CHE’NYA?!?!” A coughing fit followed due to the sudden loud yelp, “That was,” Cough, “My heart I just spat out!”

Meanwhile, the RSA student laughed his head off at the startled girl.

It irritated her, “And what do you think you’re doing laughing like that?! I could’ve tore a vocal cord or actually have a heart attack, you dumb cat!”

Oh… Never in his life had he been called that, at least not that he remembered.

They remained in silence for a while.

Eventually, Alchemi giggled once more “Aha~, nice to see you’re mad too! Told nya it was the norm here~”

The [hair color] nodded in mock agreement, “Yeah, can finally see all of you are damn BONKERS!”

~°~ ~°~

This boy… what is his problem?! Suddenly approaching a stranger all smiles and good vibes? [Name] knew this was a twisted world, but this was plain creepy…

So, of course, the fight or flight instinct kicked off.

Yanking her hands out of his hold, [color] orbs sharpened to the meanest glare she could muster right then and there. “What do you think you’re doing? I am not a princess, and I definitely am not your princess! That’s way too creepy to tell someone you’ve just crossed eyes with.”

A multitude of gasps was heard. “Ah, that’s right, he has tiny friends with him…” [Name] could only inwardly sigh and groan.

Neige himself gasped too, what a rude person!

A little giggle was heard, “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell him.” Grant whispered, amused by the whole scene.

“Alright, okay, uh… Gotta go now. Pleasure, or not, to meet you. Goodbye.” The NRC student walked past the strange students. “And I thought there was nothing crazier than NRC… B O I was I wrong…”

The dwarves looked at their stunned friend.

Dominic tugged at his pant leg, “Neige, are you alright? Just let her be, I’m sure she reacted like that due to being cautious about strangers.”

“Yes, I’m fine…But,” Round chocolate eyes remained on her retreating form, “Nothing has ever stopped me from befriending even the grumpiest of people! Or has it, Grant?” The brunet smiled at his friend.

“I suppose not- Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” The redhead complained while the rest laughed merrily alongside LeBlanche.

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THE MADWOMAN DID IT OMGGGGGGG MY EEEEEEYES ASDFGHIMKLF

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY!!! What other way than to celebrate with LOOONG request including most, if not all, of the Twst characters!!

LET US SHARE MANY MORE MEMORIES TOGETHER!! CHEERS TO US ALL!!!

(P.S. OMG if you see shifting between fem pronouns, they/them pronouns and "you" stuff... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! My brain got a bit confused in a part! Hopefully I corrected it all)

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