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diwatopia · 6 days

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★ amethyst ; poly!marauders.

info: fluff, poly!marauders x gn!reader, under 1k.

there's a slight burn to your scalp as you apply more bleach to the small chunks of your hair, all sectioned into four neat squares to make the process easier.

your gloved hands squeak as you continuously clamp and unclamp your fingers over your locks, rubbing in the solution to get your hair to the light blonde you desire but it becomes increasingly difficult as you reach the back of your head.

"whatcha' doing, dolly?" sirius chirps, head popping past the door frame to get a good look at your odd stature: one foot on the lid of the toilet, the other planted firmly on the tiled floor as you attempt to get the last strand towards the base of your skull.

"can you see if i got the roots towards the back?" voice huffing in frustration as you scratch your burning scalp.

sirius coos teasingly, kissing at your clean temple when you pout. "you missed a couple spots. got any extra gloves?" his voice softer than before with a sickly sweet expression that makes your brain all gooey and melty.

you nod dumbly, handing him a pair of black latex gloves and practically purr as he gently scratches at your scalp, ceasing all itching and burning with his magic touch.

"are the boys back too?" you ask, already hearing the two pairs of socked footsteps thud against the hardwood floors. you've got your answer.

"hi, sweetness!" james pipes up, head peeking round the corner alongside remus'.

you smile, lazily reaching for them but not enough to disturb sirius who's hard at work. "what color are we going for today, dovey?" remus asks with curiosity, grin matching yours as he rushes to grasp at your hand.

"not sure... i have two different colors but i need your help deciding," your lips tucked into an adorable pucker as you mull over which color to go with.

two boxes lay on the countertop, pink and purple hair dye that are basically close in color but completely different vibes. you glance over to the boys, more so at sirius due to the fact that he's the best styled out of the bunch.

"i think i'm leaning more towards purple but i asked marls and she said pink so now my brain's all in a twist..." you pout slightly.

silence falls, the only thing being heard is your phone playing music. sirius is the first to speak, "i think you should stick to purple, doll."

then a flurry of agreements can be heard from both remus and james as if they were waiting for sirius' opinion before speaking upon their own.

"agreed, purple suits your skin tone!" james speaks as if he's just happy to be here, starry-eyed with a dopey grin to match.

remus nods along with james, "and it doesn't seem like it's a royal purple, it's more of an amethyst. i think you'll look extra pretty, dove."

you flush pink, "purple's the way to go then," soft giggle bubbling past your throat.

★ diwa's notes: i'm actually not sure how i feel abt this one but ty for 300 (?) notes on "lovely"!!!

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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omgomgomg could i request riki with kids?? the video/pics of him with the little riki stan got me like 😭😭😭 hes so sweet cant. i hope you could write my request🫶🏼

enha + you with kids ♡

ooookay so i kind of… changed your request. i hope you don’t mind but i didn’t really know how to write this and then i was like “le gasp!! lemme look up enha with kids!!” and. i. fell. in. love. look at those pics :( so thoughts were being thought and i came up with ot7 scenarios!! :)

+ this “template” is a lil awkward but i felt like writing in bullet points would be too long?? idk

also yes as mentioned. i do not care abt aesthetic. LOOK AT THEM :( jay i love you sm 💔💔💔💔

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

when it comes to him, he’s so gentle with kids :( he was playing with a little boy while you were standing off the camera and you swore your heart just exploded. his beautiful bambi eyes sparkling with joy as the little kid giggled at his (successful) attempts to make him laugh. hee patted the boy’s head and then suddenly looked up and sent you a wink as you try to hide, almost tripping on the cables and falling onto the staff.

but you, on the other hand. god, you’ll be the death of his. it happened on the same day, once the recording was over. and while he was having a little chit chat with others, he spotted you having the little kid from before in your arms – swaying him gently as you talked to his mom. jay had to shake heeseung’s arm to bring back his attention but that didn’t help much because all of his thoughts flew through the window. he’s a blushing mess, trying to get himself together. and he thinks you didn’t notice? maybe you didn’t see it with your own eyes but the boy’s mom asking if he’s your boyfriend made you connect the dots ;)

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

he knows what he’s doing… little sly fox >:( playing with his cousin and sending you wide grins… he can see the way you’re looking at them both, cheeks flushed. he pointed at you, sitting across the room. “i’m gonna marry her one day, you know?” jake hummed to his cousin and she giggled. you didn’t hear what he was saying but even if you wanted to understand, you probably couldn’t due to how you couldn’t think straight because of the view of him…

and he tasted his own medicine when his cousin approached you. you looked at him instantly but jake pretended not to pay attention. but he folded in half as soon as his cousin was sat calmly on your lap, you were doing her hair gently and layla approached you, laying next to the kid that started patting her gently. his mind was racing so fast, with the images of mini you in his arms. or mini him running around? he didn’t even feel when someone accidentally stepped on his foot. he’s whipped. even more than you.

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

you thought that jay didn't see your reaction. you saw the episode of willben show that your lovely boyfriend didn’t care to inform you about. when you saw jay holding ben so gently, with much care you had to stop the vid and yell into the pillow. what you didn’t realise if how jay saw it all due to his early comeback from work. you reassumed the vid, pressing your hands to your hot cheeks so they cool down a bit. even if it worked, jay saw what he wanted to see. and you were left with racing heart and the video of jay being a perfect husband material.

jay took you to a cafe on a date one day. and while he excused himself to go to the bathroom, he certainly didn’t expect to come back and see you talking to a small girl. jay was standing there, frozen and speechless due to how kind your smile was; how sweetly you were talking to the girl. suddenly you locked eyes with him and nodded, saying “yes, he’s my boyfriend. but i’m sure he won’t mind taking a picture with you”. no, he didn’t. but he couldn’t stop staring at you, instead of the camera, with a love struck expression.

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

jungwon truly looks like a cat. especially when he’s taken by surprise. eyes widening, lips parting slightly. he looks at you with help written all over his face when a small boy grabs his free hand. “hello there…?” jungwon asks softly and the boy looks at him, even more scared than him. jungwon realises the boy must have mistaken him for someone else. as he kneels and sends the kid the warmest smile you’ve ever seen, your heart melts on the spot. “let’s look for your parents, okay?” wonie asks and looks at you… but he notices the way you’re not focused at all. he just smiles and tugs your hand and signalises you to help. you do, obviously but your cheeks are flushed as you look at the small boy holding jungwon’s bigger hand.

as he recalled the last event with helping the little boy find his parents, he couldn’t really understand your reaction and what caused you to become a blushing blushing mess. but when then he saw you in a park, where you supposed to meet for a date, playing with a little girl and running after her with a laugh… he understood. his heart felt like it was about to explode, stomach swirling with butterflies. why did you look so cute? and… who even is that? when you suddenly picked up to girl, tickling her cheek and walking up to a woman sitting on a bench he realised it’s your friend. she pointed at him and you turned around to see stunned jungwon. meanwhile his mind was occupied with thoughts about how your possible kid might look like…

┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむらりき ]

most of the stuff he does is on purpose. to tease you. but when you two had to look after his mom’s friend’s kid, he didn’t even see an opportunity how to tease you. in fact, he was kind of nervous. the two little kids were running around like crazy, it was hard to look after two of them at the same time. to when he started playing with the boy, making car engine noises he realised how silent you became. he met your eyes and smirked upon seeing your red cheeks and stare glued to him. you shook your head, looking at the girl that was saying something to you. but you still didn’t seem to focus due to how cute riki looked with the boy. he was so innocent, so pure… and it was truly heartwarming to see him act so gently towards the kid.

after a long time he managed to get the boy to sleep. he rushed to you to brag about it but he was left frozen once his eyes stumbled upon you, fast asleep on the couch, with the girl hugging you and asleep too. the cartoon you put in the back to lull her to sleep seemed to work on you two. after taking tons of pictures he’ll never show you, riki shook his head aggressively hoping the smile will come off his face (because he couldn’t control it…?) and the swirl of butterflies in his stomach will go away.

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

the world stopped for a moment. you went ice skating with hoon, something you always do once the season starts. and you don’t really know how this happened but once second he was holding your hand and the other he was teaching a small girl how to skate, holding her hands and skating backwards. his smile; god his smile… it was so wide, so pure. and you have to stop in your tracks to admire this absolutely heartwarming view.

hoon never really thought about this. he knew that he wanted to spend his future with you but other than that, nothing specific. but when one day you barged into their dorm with a little boy on your hands, saying that you have to watch over him for a while and you thought it will be a great idea… well, his brain shut down and he didn’t hear what you just said. one would say there was not a single thought behind his eyes as he watched you play with the kid but in reality his mind was racing like crazy – bunch of what ifs bubbling in his mind…

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

this little sly fox. he’s good with kids, duh; kids love him. and he know what effect he has on you (with whatever he does, though). so when once he’s playing with his two little cousins and pretends to be a guest at their tea party and lets them pamper him and put the plastic crowns on him and paint his nails… you can’t help but hide your face so he won’t see the red forming on your cheeks. he doesn’t have to, he knows. and when you overhear them taking, you melt completely ( “who’s the prettiest in the whole world, uncle sunoo?” “you two. and my beautiful girlfriend too” “she’s really pretty…” “yeah, she is” “do you love her?” “very very much! now can i have some tea?” )

then it’s your turn. sunoo sends you a cocky grin once you sit down next to him but it turns into a gentle smile once his cousins’ little hands are on you, putting crown on you and giving you the small teddy. and when one of them sits on your lap and clings onto you like a koala, the other one kicks him under the table because “it’s too rude to stare”. sunoo apologises with pink-dusted cheeks and pounding heart.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @moonacholy ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth

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sharpedgedfool · 7 months

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i fucking love your monster au design for shadow could we have some lore abt him? (if you want to :])

Apologies for the essay I'm about to drop for your ask jddfgsdkgf, but here's a sketch as a peace offering and I'll drop all the lore I have for you under the read more! Glad people are interested in it cause I'm currently obsessed with it lmao

OK so basically Eggman in this universe is still the mad doctor type, he’s just obsessed with the occult instead of robotics. He’s a mortal human but hunts monsters for experiments and he’s obsessed with gaining supernatural powers to rule the world, and Sonic and Amy with their usual group are his main enemies.

He has a big following of humans (who think he’s trying to save them from monsters) and a rather large army of other monsters who work for him - so he has a ton of resources despite being a 'regular dude', and he’s slowly collecting spellbooks and teaching himself magic.

He finds a rare grimoire, and it unlocks a treasure trove of dark magics. Now his big master plan is to summon a demon to serve him and gain ultimate power, to do this he needs the seven emeralds for the ritual.

Sonic and Amy are the main hero duo in the story, Sonic was cursed with lycanthropy as a child when a pack attacked his village, he was spared because he was young, and went to find a witch in hopes of a cure. The witch he found was Vanilla, her daughter Cream, and Amy who is her apprentice. Before Sonic could be cured he made friends with a few other cryptids who live in the same woods and in the end decided he’d rather stay cursed with them as he had nowhere else to go anyways. He’s not in a traditional pack (all were-creatures) instead they have a rag-tag group with all kinds of different monsters that live with the witches (Tails and Knux are in there somewhere I promise jkfgdhdf). He likes having the werehog strength so he can fight back and protect his new family.

Rouge is a born Vampire, not turned. Her parents were killed at some point and she took over their coven after she avenged them and proved herself worthy. She’s like the Queen of sorts and rules over a majority of the vampires across the world - she has eyes (and ears) everywhere, there's very little she doesn’t know about. So Sonic and Amy ask her for help when they realise Eggman’s planning something big. She has a huge hoard of gems locked up in a big spooky cliffside castle, she’s obsessed with treasure still. She agrees to aid them to overthrow Eggman in exchange for the seven emeralds for herself. She doesn’t want to use them for their power, so they agree.

Everyone teams up to find the emeralds first, but Eggman outsmarts them, and the ritual begins before they can stop him, and once it’s begun it’s irreversible. The only thing they can do at this point is change who the demon is bound to, so Sonic throws himself into the curse (he already has one after all).

Shadow is the demon that’s summoned. Typical demon pacts imply that he’ll do whatever the summoner asks, granting them ultimate power, but he’ll get their soul in return. The catch is if Sonic never asks him to do anything, he’s technically not indebted and Shadow won't get his soul. It’s a game of temptation, but since Sonic was technically an unwilling participant, Shadow's more intrigued than anything - he’s confident Sonic will eventually cave and ask him for something (they always do) so he doesn’t attempt to trick him, he sees no need.

Sonic now has a demon chained to him constantly, and he’s extremely on guard (demons are as powerful as creatures get in this universe) and he’s off put by how genuine Shadow comes across. Shadow asks a lot of questions, and Sonic assumes he’s doing it to learn how to manipulate him - Shadow finds it amusing. Eventually they get used to each other, Shadow and Rouge get along well (though they both tease Sonic mercilessly together so he tries to avoid her but Shadow will nag him to visit) Amy tries to work on a spell to break the bond between them but it's a notoriously hard spell to break (perhaps impossible as they destroyed the grimoire in the fight with Eggman), but eventually Sonic and Shadow are both unsure if they want it to be broken at all…

Sonic starts asking Shadow questions too, and finds out more about Shadow. Originally he was an angel - thousands of years ago he had a mortal friend (Maria) and the two of them were inseparable. Unlike demons, angels rarely interact with the world so her village mistook her good fortune as witchcraft and assumed Shadow to be a demon. They killed her over it, and Shadow was heartbroken - in a fit of rage he lashed out, wiped out their town and proved to them he could be the demon they thought he was. He became a fallen angel, scorned and bitter - not born of pure evil but clearly capable of carnage all the same.

Unlike hellborn demons, Shadow doesn’t enjoy mindlessly committing atrocities - he has to feel it’s a necessary evil or he’ll turn it on his summoner (this makes him dangerous to summon, he’s normally considered off-limits). He’s one of the more powerful demons but he’s hard to reason with to make it worth it. Eggman targeted him specifically because he thought Shadow would side with him as Maria was a distant ancestor of his.

Once the annoyance of being forcefully summoned wears off, Shadow’s rather pleased Sonic isn’t trying to use him for anything - he’s secretly happy to have someone with decent morals to hang out with (he’s an outcast in hell for obvious reasons) but he’d refused to make mortal contact with anyone willingly after Maria for fear of resigning them to a bad fate all over again.

Again thank you for reading!! I'll have more art to share soon!! :)

#ask #monster au

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whumpsoda · 4 months

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AWWWHTHE TWO WHUMPEES ARE SO CUTE

I raise to the anon that raised to the other anon to potentially make the more aware whumpee be threatened by their whumper to be turned into the more thralled whumpee cause they’re easier to deal with. or maybe they have a trigger word that causes them to melt into that state? then the next play date it’s even cuter cause they’re both barely functioning

plus the vampires notice that a, whumpee’s get into way less trouble after a play date and they seem calmer and less lonely. b, the whumper’s are getting closer as a result of the play dates.

WOHEO Masterlist

This sort of fits with what you said but also this is kind of just what your ask inspired :D

But I’m gonna admit I really like this piece (it’s so late who knows how I’ll feel abt it in the morning) and I’m so happy to write Nevan again :3

Taglist- @softvampirewhump

cw- vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis/brainwashing, humiliation, pet whump, servant whumpee multiple whumpers??

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Nevan stood, posture rigid and trained, just as his master liked it. He kept still and unmoving, the only exception remaining being the subtle rise and fall of his chest, but even that was predominantly covered by his newest, delicately cream colored dress. His hands stayed locked upon his abdomen, fingers neatly intertwined, and his expression remained relaxed and blank.

He didn’t know how long he’d been there. He didn’t need to think about it. He didn’t need to think. Master would call for him when he was needed.

He waited and waited. He didn’t mind. If he had no use, Nevan stood still and pretty like Master wanted.

His eyelids soon fluttered open, triggered by his master’s ringing bell that instantly worked to pull him from a deep and submersive trance. His vision settled, shifting out of a muddled blur, so he could quickly gloss over the dimly lit kitchen.

The ring of the bell, no matter how faint and far away, to Nevan was almost as loud as an airhorn beside his ear. It took easy hold of his cobweb filled, mushy brain.

Each step to follow the beautiful noise was planned and graceful, like a perfectly programmed robot. Various voices full of joy and laughter graced his ears as Nevan neared, still drowned out by the captivating bell. For a smidge of a second his glossy eyes took in the group of joyous vampires, before turning to Darius.

Nevan stopped by the vampire’s side dutifully, positioned perfectly. “You called for me, sir?” He questioned, head tipped as his glassy eyes stuck to the floor.

Darius grinned pridefully to his friends, raising his glass to the thrall. “Refills for everyone, pet!” He demanded, slurring just a smidge at the end, and a few of the guests cheered in delight. Nevan shivered with glee from the mere sound of his master’s alluring voice.

“Of course, master.” Nevan swiftly stepped to the glistening silver platter that sat amidst the group, elegantly lifting a glimmering bottle of precious champagne.

Conversation continued to whirl around him as Nevan made his way to each seat, filtering through one ear and out the other. Only a couple of them poked or prodded at Nevan, either inspecting him or jokingly attempting to break his intense focus.

Liquid streamed from the opening of the bottle as he tilted it, the beverage bubbling and droplets splashing to the sides of each cup.

The vampires easily ignored him, but a good boy like Nevan didn’t mind. He was but a servant, fulfilling his duty to ensure Master and his friends fully enjoyed themselves.

The last of the refills was Adrastus, and Nevan’s heart pulsed with excitement all on its own as he neared them. Just their presence was enough to cloud his mind in a sip of extra pleasure, considering how powerful they were.

Nevan set the bottle of alcohol back to the platter with a tap, before sliding his hands to the ceramic teapot next to it. He tenderly gripped it, turning to the vampire, who greeted him with a heart melting smile.

“Hello, dear.” They held out their cup to him, their voice sending a chill of bliss trailing down his spine.

Nevan could feel their eyes on him as he watchfully poured their fill, fighting back the urge to allow his drooping eyes to fall to a close. “Thank you, sweet.”

“My, my pleasure…sir.” Nevan replied, subconsciously leaning toward their enticing aura. Adrastus continued grinning, leaning intently toward the thrall as well.

“So polite.” They stroked an icy hand affectionately down his face, then clutched his chin, effectively pursing his lips and tugging him closer. His breath hitched as Adrastus looked him over, shifting his head slightly each way to get a good look. They grinned wide with satisfaction, their pale cheeks pillowing and squinting their mesmerizing eyes.

Looping a finger through the tight cream collar strapped around his neck, they yanked him further, Adrastus’ face level with Nevan’s neck. He whimpered involuntarily, head swimming as their breath gently warmed his exposed chest. Nevan drowsily inched his head to the side, happy to expose more skin.

Please, please, please!

Adrastus slipped their finger out with a sharp laugh, causing Nevan to hazily flinch back. “How eager you are!” All eyes turned to them, and a flicker of dazed embarrassment tainted Nevan’s cheeks as the vampire chuckled. “Unfortunately I’m not your master, darling. Return to him and maybe he’ll be kind enough to fulfill that wish!” They giddily shooed him off.

His head began to clear just a bit as he stepped back, their spell loosening and his original orders resurfacing. Nevan set the pot back to its respective spot, and realizing he’d completed his master’s orders he strode to make a soft exit and return to his station.

The gazes of several vampires followed as he went to make his exit. He nearly passed right by Darius, before a forceful hand gripped right above his elbow. Any movement quickly ceased, halting him to a stop, and Nevan’s glossy stare never wavered as his master spoke.

“Seems you’ve taken a liking to Nevan.” Darius sneered, but at Adrastus. “I can see why, though. I think I’ve finally perfected him.”

“Well of course I have, Darius. You’ve seemed to have molded him exceptionally well, even better than the last I saw you two!” They exclaimed, before reaching down to the floor by their side. “But of course there’s no contest between him and my precious little puppy.” Adrastus cooed, shuffling their own thrall’s shaggy curls.

Malak purred, leaning into the touch of his loving master, all the while practically hidden away in a swaddle of plush blankets.

“Well you are a conditioning professional, aren’t you?” Darius joked.

Unmoving and ready, Nevan wondered when his master would supply him his next order.

Adrastus chuckled, giving Malak one more itch to the scalp. “Exactly! But, really, I’m certainly glad you’ve brought him to your liking. You always have been so particular with your thralls.”

Darius sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I know, I know, I can’t seem to help it. I really did want to allow him to retain more of his lucidity and intelligence, but he just wasn’t good enough.”

Nevan’s face fell with shame. He’d been bad. Even if now he couldn’t remember it, he’d disappointed his master, and for that he could never be forgiven.

“With a couple more conditioning sessions, he turned out perfectly, though.” Darius boasted, smugly.

The vampire tugged lightly on his thrall’s arm, prompting Nevan to turn and face him. “Perfectly obedient, perfectly thoughtless. A bit of a husk, if you will.” Darius bragged, meeting his thrall’s gaze with his own enchanting, magnetizing, beautiful eyes.

“A pretty thing, too!” One of the unfamiliar guests chimed in, to Darius’ delight. Even with a devoid expression, Nevan was silently beaming at the compliment.

Adrastus huffed a chuckle. “You always have liked them pretty, haven’t you?”

“Well what’s the point in getting an ugly servant? They’d ruin the look of the whole house!” Darius declared, taking a brisk swig of his drink. “One of his jobs is practically just looking nice. Like a little statue when I don’t need him.”

The other vampires nodded in acceptance. “Nevan has many jobs, though.” Darius wickedly grinned, turning to his thrall. He looked to Nevan, waiting enthusiastically for the thrall to fulfill his unfortunately not verbalized wishes.

Buffering for a moment, the human made no moves, until he noticed his master lick his glittering fangs. Nevan trembled with mind melting pleasure, his upper body obediently dropping toward his master. Head cotton filled and buzzing, he craned his neck as far as he could manage, sticking his flesh eagerly in his master’s face.

Master had already fed from him that night! He only took extra when Nevan was extraordinarily good! He beamed heavenly with a dreamy eyed smile.

Darius boisterously laughed, spittle flying from his open mouth, cutting right through Nevan’s bewitched spell. Other vampires giggled as well, and in a daze Nevan’s face twisted with a hint of confusion.

“Like you said Adrastus, eager. He’s often a bit of an idiot, though.” Darius snickered, smiling to his guests. “Down, Nevan.”

The thrall dropped instantly to the hardwood flooring, knees bumping with a stinging thud. Darius looked down to him expectantly, and Nevan stared back with puzzlement until he noticed the vampire’s legs. Darius wiggled his limbs, lifting them above the floor and resting them in the air.

Nevan slowly came to realize his mistake, thankful his master wasn’t more brutal with his insults as he usually was. He eagerly crawled toward the front of his master’s chair, stationing himself under Darius’ stretched legs.

Darius plopped them to his arched back, ankles rolling across his spine. The vampire’s pants tickled Nevan’s skin, goosebumps raising in delighted hordes.

Vampire laughs and claps enveloped the room, and Nevan could sense Darius relishing in the attention. “You did not! You really use him as a foot rest?” Adrastus exclaimed, poorly hiding their enjoyment of the scene.

Darius answered smugly. “Don’t be so dramatic! He likes it, don’t you, bud?” He folded over, reaching down to stroke Nevan’s silky locks.

Nevan mindlessly leaned into the gentle touch, savoring the gift of contact Darius so rarely gifted him.

“Good boy.” Darius praised, resting back comfortably in his seat, his hand slipping away.

Another vampire quickly jumped in, grabbing the full attention of the group, leaving Nevan to devotedly hold his form.

He didn’t know how long he was there. Palms and knee caps burrowing into the hard floor, straining his joints and muscles. Fuzzed sound dancing around his ears, not quite making their way into his clogged mind. But it was okay.

Master would call him when he was needed.

#asks :)#whump #whumpblr #pet whump #whump writing #mind control whump #my writing #brainwashing #vampire #vampire whump #vampire whumper #servant whumpee #hypnotized whumpee #hypnosis whump #Nevan oc #Darius oc #Adrastus oc #Malak oc #we only have each other

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 2 years

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나야 나!

produce 101/idol au hcs

these r really rudimentary thoughts so . do what u will with them

rin does Not give a fuck about fanservice. he’s the type of edgy contestant that stares at the camera and goes “watch me,” and his fans eat that shit up.

producers will be BEGGING this boy to smile and do some finger hearts at the camera, and he grimaces instead saying smth like “why do i need cheap tricks to show my skill as an entertainer?” MF UR ON AN IDOL SURVIVAL SHOW

otoya, on the other hand, lives to suck up to his fans. always stops in the middle of going from place to place to sign people’s banners, phones, fans, etc… it takes him forever to get from one place to another because of that

he also strikes me as the kind of guy who has all the tea abt everyone in the idol industry?? if u ever upset him, you better pray that otoya doesn’t call up blue lock’s version of dispatch the moment he gets a second alone. bllk! dispatch wld be out of business if it wasnt for him feeding them crumbs of idol drama 💀

bachira is the idol that’s constantly spamming social media. it’ll be 3 am in the morning, and everyone’s notifications are going ham because he’s posting shit like “my guts are baja blasting 🤪🤪🤪” while going through his post-taco bell poop.

at the same time though, he’s probably the one that’s the most “genuine” on camera? he does whatever he wants, so he doesn’t feel a need to fake a parasocial relationship with fans or craft a work persona. this is both a managerial nightmare and a dream-come-true, but we fuck w it here

i also think bachira wld be a dancer btw

nagi livestreams all his gaming sessions. sometimes he’ll set up an among us room to play with his fans (cough nct taeyong cough). he falls asleep all the time whenever he isn’t actively performing, so fans will sometimes play “where’s waldo” with nagi whenever another member is filming stuff backstage.

he’s also RIPPED so like people will sometimes ask him to show his abs and he’ll be like :X before yanking his shirt up. he doesn’t get why people ogle over him, but hey, it gets his bills paid so who is he to complain

karasu’s a rapper. i think the visual of him leaning back in his studio while working on songs is sooooooo hot. bonus points if we get pictures of his hands n stuff

ok i Know rin technically is the first place and leader of bllk eleven, but for some reason, karasu gives me leader vibes? he’s trying to round all the boys up while they’re doing dumb shit and hes standing there like 🧍 mamas i do not get paid enough for this

hiori joins nagi in on gaming. he livestreamed him dying his hair once. it was just him, god, and his truckload of fans in a cramped ass bathroom while he wrapped his head in foil and sat on top of the toilet.

he’s also the one that gets the brightass neon hair each comeback. u know the song’s abt to slap when hiori shows up looking like the froot loops mascot 🗿

chigiri’s sister won’t quit airing out chigiri’s dirty laundry, and it drives him insane. it also drives him crazy when people thirst after his sister. also i think his fancams wld go the most viral just bc he’s very pretty, and i think he’d be fairly reasonable with fanservice

although he does get pretty snappy sometimes, so it’s a delicate balance finding what he’s in the mood for. the hair stylists love dressing him up since he’s one of the less fussy members (thanks to how much his sister used to dress him up when he was younger)

one out of the two visuals of the group (the other being aryu)

aryu practices english with his fans! he’ll attempt interviews, posts, and livestreams entirely in english to learn, and he’ll do his best to correct his mistakes :) everyone’s very supportive of him, even when he’s rambling about his latest hair styling tips in broken english and bits of japanese

also because he’s so fucking tall, he solos everyone whenever those idol sports competitions come around. his long limbs are lethal, and people will thirstpost about him violently. he’s also very fashion-forward, so he collaborates often with the styling team about the group’s concepts and outfits!

ISAGI’S THE MEOWMEOW OF THE GROUP!! he’s trying his hardest and always delivers. he’s also down horrendous for whatever noel noa is as an idol, and he’s practically begging for a collaboration every other tweet. poor boy nearly shits his pants whenever he sees noa at an awards shows or other big events

i’d also love to see him star as an mc on music shows?? he gives off the perfect zealous yet cutesy vibes to pull that off. he’s the perfect level of awkward to be endearing, and he’s always invited back because of how polite and hardworking he is :] he also def has a lot of gap moe between his self as an absolutely fucking feral performer who rips up the stage versus him being Just A Dude offstage

reo was a trainee w nagi! he practices by doing covers of other idols’ works (im trying rlly hard to incorporate his chameleon thing into the idolverse ok), and he’s really touched when trainees do covers of his songs and dances too! it shows him how far he’s come :]

he ties his hair up a lot, so fans beg him constantly to put it down! id like to think nagi once caught him on a livestream fresh out of a shower w nothing but a towel around his waist, and people went fucking NUTS over 1) seeing reo half naked all drenched w water and 2) finally seeing him without his little bun

reo is also a dancer in my heart (i am never wrong btw <3)

omg cld u imagine all the cute names u cld give to barou’s fans? the king and his loyal kingdom :] people also wld kill to see his hair down and ungelled, but he doesn’t like it bc it feels unruly so there’s some beef between his management and him over that

he got wrestled into a maid outfit once, but people loved it so much it became a key moment for the group. he doesnt mind it as much as people thought he would, but definitely wld prefer to dress up in other costumes for once. barou’s also an extremely talented performer, often shining the most when he gets solo performances over group collaborative ones.

niko is literally junji from onlyoneof 🧍he also strikes me as the kind of guy to rock eboy fashion? he absolutely eats up any dark concepts!! he kinda detests cute concepts, but unlike rin (who’ll throw hands w his management), niko kinda learns to grin and bear it

niko also composes his own songs! he’s a very self-made idol, and he’ll treat his fans to a snippet of his latest project every now and then (this is me trying to incorporate his special skills but idol version pt 2)! he’ll lock himself in his room for days on end during off seasons to compose, only coming out to use the bathroom and eat at ungodly hours. other members sometimes drop by to bring him snacks and water

gagamaru’s a lil . unhinged to say the least . he does mukbang streams every once in a while, and it gives his management a stroke when it goes viral because he ate everything using his hands. he’s getting good at using utensils regularly, but hey, if his fans wanna see him stuffing his face in the way that makes him happiest, then who is he to upset them?

gagamaru also solos everything on idol sports shows. whenever he’s on one of those wilderness survival shows, he comes back out looking just the same as he did going in, if not better. he’s also so flexible that it drives every dancer in the industry green with jealous that they can’t control their body like he does. he’s still very sweet and humble though, so no one can really hate him since he’s just a big hunky goofball that does what he wants :]

YUKIMIYA KPOPS GEM YUKIMIYA KPOPS IT BOY YUKIMIYA OUTSOLD YOUR FAVES

ok fr tho yukimiya still keeps up with his modeling on the side (kinda hc to be a model-turned-idol), so he sneaks in a lot of his sponsors’ clothes into his idol outfits! those kpop fashion accounts are always scrambling to identify the clothes he’s wearing

he also has one hell of a gap between performing and being off stage, and he’s so goddamn charismatic that it feels like he’s a completely different person when he’s on stage. like he’ll be all smiley and sweet, and then he’ll go fucking feral just like isagi that it’s hard to believe he’s normally a soft-spoken gentleman whenever the cameras aren’t on him.

ok now that ive talked abt the bllk eleven, extra hcs of idol au bllk that werent part of the main team

aiku gets into so many dating scandals that they dont even feel like a scandal anymore. everyone wakes up and is like “oh this is who he was fucking w this time” and moves on. good for him ig? at least he’s free on that end

sendou gets nervous talking to girl groups. he’s also really generous w fanservice and does gravure photoshoot bc he knows what its like to be a fan of them. good for him good for him!! go feed ur fans!!

sae def placed first on a previous season of bllk produce 101, which got rin inspired to become an idol. imagine the tension at awards shows OOF 💀 or the questions people post abt the brothers potentially collaborating for a comeback. sae also hates fanservice, but he goes out of his way to shut that shit down

kaiser is kpop’s ace!! there is nothing this bitch can’t do! he also refuses to cover up his tattoo and shows it off whenever he gets the chance. talks about wanting to get more in the future, but his management’s successfully keeping him restrained… for now.

ness wld be disturbingly good at cute concepts… it’s crazy how easily he can get people to fall for him with his easygoing charm, but the second people start talking smack abt smth he likes, he turns murderous. it’s always the adorable ones you need to watch out for. sometimes fans admit to liking him more than kaiser which usually throws him for a loop.

speaking of concepts, shidou devours dark concepts too! i feel like he’d make one hell of a vocalist, and he’s constantly hounding sae for a collab together. even his regular clothes are striking enough to be confused for a stage outfit, and he takes a lot of pride in keeping up his demonic aura (even though he lives for the thrill of performing more than anything else)

kunigami gives off such husband material vibes. baby gets invited to shows where he babysits kids, cares for pets, etc and everyone just ends up falling more in love with him. he’s so respectful about turning people down too like goddamn how is this boy real

nanase is 100% the maknae of the group. bonus points if he originally came from a nugu group that rose to a fair amt of popularity, and now he’s starstruck that he gets to interact w idols that he looked up to for so long

ego def used to be an idol before retiring and becoming a manager/head honcho behind blue lock’s produce 101. he hates the artificiality of idols and pushes the boys to become their own version of what they expect an idol to be like. hes also insane in this au too

anri is one of the biggest managers of the produce project! she’s the one behind the scenes, setting everything up! the boys are extremely grateful towards her, and she even has her own dedicated fanbase!

tokimitsu has bad stage fright, and his fans do their best to support him! they encourage him to do what makes him comfortable, and he promises to work hard to not let them down. he has one of (if not, the) strongest bond with his fans, and their interactions are super wholesome.

buratsuta is like jyp. hope this makes sense <3

check out this sick edit of bllk produce btw

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dustydoop · 7 months

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HeyHeyheyhey

Idk if this is allowed but:

Opinions of a HC abt Scout being a stubborn Bastard when sick and will keep going until he faints/passes out?

Well, I guess you could say I liked this idea cause I kinda wrote a little thing.

Aggressive ringing came from Scout’s nightstand, was it morning already? Scout laid it bed, letting it ring for a while before mustering up the strength to shut it off. As an arm reached out from under the blanket, Scout shivered.

With his blanket still wrapped around him, he pounded on Soldier’s door next to his room. “Hey man, did you do something last night, it’s freezing up in here!” He shouted, why did that knock out his breath?

Soldier opened the door, still in his nightwear. “I did no such thing, Scout. I was, in fact, not here at all.”

Scout raised an eyebrow at him. “Then where wer- Never mind, I don’t even want to know.” He muttered as he stumbled back to his room, nearly falling over as he did so. Scout dropped the blanket, facing the mysterious chill. Maybe he just needed to freshen up.

Nope.

Not even the boiling hot shower got rid of the overall sense of grime Scout felt all over. He glanced at the clock, he really should be going out to the community kitchen for breakfast by this point.

He walked out of the hallway of rooms, still weak in the legs, and entered the loud kitchen. Immediately, the smell of coffee and whatever Engineer was cooking on the stovetop hit Scout.

“HURAG-”

The eight mercenaries in the kitchen stopped in their tracks and whipped around to see what made that noise. Scout snapped up straight as their eyes locked on him. “Hey… Fellas? Lovely weather we’re having,” He said with a fake chuckle after swallowing the gag he felt in the back of his throat.

Scout lowered his baseball hat in an attempt to avoid eye contact as he walked to his usual spot next to Sniper. Sniper gave him a concerned look as he drank his coffee, but kept to himself for the time being.

“Hey, kid, how are ya?” Engineer slapped Scout on the shoulder, “You want any of this? I made extra just in case.” He gestured to the skillet he was using.

Now, typically, Scout was never one to pass up on Engineer’s cooking. Heck, he wasn’t one to pass up on any sort of free food, but a home cooked meal from such a good cook? He’d have to be either crazy or sick to sick to say no.

Unfortunately, he was definitely either of those. “It looks great, Engie, really it does, but I- I just can’t right now…” Scout trailed off.

Sniper cocked an eyebrow at him. “You alright, mate? You look awful.”

“Hey!” Scout snapped back, “Like you got any right to insult me, Snipes.”

Engineer sighed. “I hate to say it, but Mick’s right, boy. You look a whole lot paler than usual and you’ve been shivering this whole time.”

“Well if someone didn’t turn up the air conditioning, maybe I wouldn’t be like this!” Scout said, desperate for an excuse.

Engineer went to the nearest thermostat. “Sorry, kid, it's around 75 degrees, it definitely ain’t cold. C’mere,” He said as he put the back of his hand to Scout’s forehead. “Woah Nelly! You’re burning up, kid. You need to take the day off, rest up.”

Scout slapped Engineer’s hand away from his face. “I don’t need to rest up, and I don’t need you going all mom mode on me, I’m like 27 for crying out loud. I ain’t taking the day off.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Sniper asked, “I’d take a break if I was you.” “Well, you ain’t me. Listen, if it gets any worse, I’ll just have Doc gimme a little of that magic crap from his healing doodad, alright?”

Medic swung around from his conversation with Heavy. “Ack, no can do! The medigun only works on injuries, not diseases.” He said, of course he was eavesdropping.

“Well fine then!” Scout said as he stood up far too fast, “I’ll just go on with my day like always, I’m fine!” He marched out of the kitchen to prepare for the day’s work.

A couple hours later, the whole team was ready for battle as soon as the doors opened. Scout’s head pounded as the metal room reverberated with shouts of the other mercs messing around before battle.

Slowly, the doors opened, alleviating the echo and giving Scout some much needed fresh air. However, fresh air could only do so much against illness.

He ran, just like he always did. Easy enough, right? Even with his calves feeling like jelly, his legs ready to give in beneath his weight. Blurs of structures and team mates flew past, made worse by his watery vision. Gosh, he just needed to shake whatever this was, he had a job to do.

Soon enough, he found a corner to catch his breath in. He knew the strategy the team had agreed on that time, he just needed to run in, start shooting when he got the signal from Engie, and then run off to where phase two started. Nothing too complicated.

“Just run to the point,

My head might explode.

Just run to the point,

Did I just trip on nothing?

Just run to the point,

It’s so cold out here.

Just run to the point,

I can barely brea-”

Everything went black.

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Spy snuck around the back of the battlefield, preparing his disguise. He opened his kit to grab a mask, but something caught his eye before he could put it on.

Scout was running to the point, as he should, but goodness was his form horrible. Yes, Spy was never one to compliment Scout, but at least he recognized that he was a decent runner. However, this was just awful. He was breathing out of his mouth like an inbred pug, swerving more than the one time Demo got a hold of the company van and his arms drooped at his sides. Spy even caught him tripping on nothing!

Something wasn’t right.

Spy peered around the corner, curious about what would happen. Scout took a few steps into the clearing, right in front of BLU team and collapsed. He would get back up, right? He was just being stupid, clumsy Scout again.

Spy waited a second for him to pop back up, but he never did. In a flash, he remembered the conversation Scout had with Sniper and Engineer that morning. Maybe he truly was unconscious. Without thinking, Spy ran out to where Scout was, sprawled across the dirt path.

“Get back! Get back, you cowards!” Spy snarled as he rushed out into the open, aiming his revolver at the line of enemy mercs. All of the mercenaries on the field stopped what they were doing, Spy was never in the middle of the battlefield, much less to help Scout.

Spy took a few deep breaths before grabbing Scout and slinging him over his shoulder, revolver still outstretched. He backed up against a wall and made his way back to base. Once there, he placed Scout down on a spare cot and gave him the first blanket he saw.

He reapproached his team, now reconvening to go over plan B. “Gentlemen, we never speak of this again, agreed?”

#tf2 #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #tf2 engineer #engineer tf2 #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #dusty writes

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 2 years

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So how about,

Sebastian had been much too flirtatious, so you finally had enough. Vibrator in his ass, and a clamp (or something I don’t know enough abt wieners) on his dick. He’s not allowed to cum until he gets the room completely clean, and just when he thinks he’s almost done,

“You missed a spot”

(@espresso-dragon)

@espresso-dragon so there’s so many things you could use to crush his cock!!! This is what I’m using for the story, it’s a little different, but I thought it was fitting since you can use it only on the cock if you want!

Also SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND WENT OF SCRIPT I GOT CARRIED AWAY

Sebastian (cb/t, pain play, vibrato/rs,)

A little flirting didn’t bother you, but Sebastian getting handsy infront of a business partner is where you draw the line. You decided to deal with that cocky ness right away. You dragged Sebastian to your room and told him to get on the bed.

Sebastian laughed a bit, but cooperated and watched as you went over to your closet and dug threw a few hoods you’d thrown on the ground to get a small black box, it had no note worthy markings or patterns, Sebastian gave you a quizzical look when you came over with it.

“I bought this toy for you a while back, I was trying to wait till our anniversary to use this toy on you.” You opened the box to reveal the truth about you’d hidden, Sebastian was familiar with the crush toy, but the ones you’ve gotten him previously don’t come with a remote and were also clear.

Sebastian glanced up at you and gave a coy smile. “You were going to use this on our anniversary night? Isn’t that meant for punishments-“ You gently shoved him back, undoing his dress pants.

“I just wanted to remind you of the mistake you made by asking me out.” He flinched when your hands closed the toy around his cock, locking it in place. You adjusted it carefully to ensure it didn’t pinch his cock or balls before turning on the remote.

Sebastian snapped his legs shut, tensing up as it buzzed to life, he glanced up at you shooting you a worried look. “Why is it buzzing? They don’t usually do that-“ Sebastian is cut off when you press the button and the device tightens. “Shit, wait-not so fast-“ He jerks and reaches to stop it before pausing and looking up at you with doe eyes. “Please, n-not so tight? It’s crushing me-“

You cut him off with a quick tap, having the the screws tightened as far as you could. His legs are shaking already, not that your surprised, the painful pressure on suck a delicate area isn’t something that you prepare for. You lean down, teasing the areas you can still touch on his cock, gently rubbing them.

Sebastian gave a low groan and you can’t help but laugh a bit when he squeaks, hips bucking in an attempt to lesson the pressure on his cock or at least let him get friction. Sebastian was starting to get up when you stopped him. “Stay still, one more thing.”

Sebastian watched you carefully as you grab a bottle of lube and a vibrator. You pour a small amount of lube onto the toy, since this is a punishment, why put any effort in prepping him? He’s a ‘strong demon’ he can handle it, right?

Sebastian cries out as you push the vibrator into him, once it’s completely in you continue to adjust it until Sebastian whines and tries to to rock against the toy, then you let go of it making him cry out.

“There,” You smack his thigh and sit back up. “Now, get up.” You get off the bed, motioning for him to come over. Sebastian shook his head when he realized you weren’t going to continue.

“Master, please,” He awkwardly tried to adjust himself, wincing when the toy ends up giving a light tug on his cock. “Please take it off, there are other forms of punishments-“

You approach him, pushing him onto his back and leaning over him, growling out. “And? I’ve chosen to punish you this way, now you’re going to go back to work, and when you’re done, maybe I’ll take it off.” You were surprised he wasn’t whining about the vibrator, though since you haven’t turned it on yet, he might think it’s just a dildo.

Sebastian nods, avoiding meeting your gaze, he waited till you got up back up to get up and put his clothes back on. You grinned seeing the outline of the toy in his pants. He noticed too, face turning red as he risked a glance at you. “Master, surely you can’t expect me to clean the manor like this with other staff, they’ll notice.”

You tilt your head giving him quizzical look. “That’s the only issues you’re having? Just scared of getting caught?” You scoff at him. “Then just hide it, your good at lying I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Sebastian didn’t budge. You rolled your eyes and stood up. “All right, fine. I’ll give the rest of the staff the day off,” You huff out as you walk past him. “But, you will have to do their work before your punishment is over.”

You’re being fair. There’s far worst things you could be doing, and you’re giving him one last chance to tap out.

Sebastian remains silent, you decide it’s not worth waiting to see him get flustered, but you had to go talk to the rest of your staff and tell them you’re going to pay them for the full day if they go home early.

#nsft #black butler sebastian #sebastian x y/n #sub sebastian #sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis #sub Sebastian Michaelis #sub black butler #black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #black butler x you #black butler #Sebastian Michaelis #cb/t #cock crushing #dom! reader #dom reader

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juicezone · 9 months

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diap ask game !

1, 2, 5, 9, 12, 13, 14, 15? (that is. SO many feel free to leave any out sjdfklsdj)

Not too many i love talking abt these things (holds cooper and shakes them like a squeaky toy) The Thang

1: Why do they wear diapers? (comfort? necessity?) It's about 70% comfort, 30% necessity! It's more comfort than necessity now that Cooper's not usually being his own cg, but he's actually a bit more comfortable the actual usage of them now since he has someone to help w them. B4, when Cooper was mostly their own cg, whenever they would end up using them it would almost always pull them out bc they had to clean up + feeling embarrassed

Also lowkey tends to actually need-need them when puppy-mode! If Cooper's puppy-re, and not wearing a diap, keep an eye out for if they get squirmy bc that means the puppy gotta go

2: When did they start wearing diapers? Copper actually kinda stubbornly worked their way backwards! He literally used everything but diaps at first- even using smth like pads (which are NOT. designed for that type of use but it wasn't actually being used at that point) until he finally was like "god. okay fine." (coop was lowkey embarrassed abt how it helped keep his brain settled but now he's like *smacks ward upside the head w a diap* WEAR IT MORON <-in a supportive nice way)

5: What are their favorite patterns/designs? Pawprints,Bones, Dinosaurs, Green, (Plain) Purple ones, not really a fan of the more fem/girly designs! Would probably wear barney ones or smth (green + purple + dinosaurs)! Would rather plain coloured ones than patters they dont like tbh

9: What’s their Dream Diaper? Honestly, something just very comfortable to sleep in, since that's usually what they do when regressed! OR easy and quiet to move in, because Puppy-re Cooper is not a fan of crinkly-like noises. Definitely Dinosaur themed- maybe a package that had various dinosaurs for different diaps!

12: What scent of baby powder is their favorite? (or would be their favorite? feel free to make one up!) Honestly, if Cooper can get away w a non-scented one, he will use that! Also lowkey, Cooper will 9/10 prefer to do that on his own unless he's already very comfortable settled down! But if he's just getting settled, he usually does that part himself (he doesnt usually mind help getting dressed afterwards)

Puppy-Cooper will absolutely get it everywhere, do not let puppy-cooper near the powder <3

13: Have they ever had a daytime accident? Yeah, usually post-big naps or if Cooper's really settled down and teeny. He's getting better at letting Bones help him get cleaned up and changed, but 9/10 he has a hard time settling back down. Puppy-Cooper is more likely, esp if Puppy-Cooper is being sillaaay! If they're squirmy, like real squirmy, either get that puppy to a bathroom or diap him REAL fast. (Puppy Coop always gets so miserable about it ): )

14: Do they wet the bed? Sometimes, usually if they go to sleep regressed and wake up the next morning but forgot to put a little extra nighttime protection on! Especially if Cooper sleeps in. They're more of a morning-ish person, so if its past 10 am and Cooper's still in bed, there's gonna be a clean-up usually

15: Who changes them? (their cg? anyone who’s comfortable? only themself?) If Cooper's just settling into regressing, usually they'll get themself changed. If they're more or less already regressed, they don't mind Bones helping/changing them as much, but might be a bit moody (cranky baby bitey).

Puppy-Cooper is so squirmy abt it. there's a decently good chance that Bones will change him, and within the hour Cooper will be attempting to wiggle free (not. NAKEY but you know. commando in a onesie)

Cooper will absolutely not let anyone other than Bones help him. To him, at least Bones is a doctor so he's not exactly embarrassed abt bodily functions. Cooper will absolutely lock himself in the bathroom rather than let anyone else help him

#my friend my wonderful friend tysm #also. Ward absolutely makes jokes abt getting Cooper puppy pads. Cooper does his standard return response (Biting)#character: cooper

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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We saw eddy and stedes night after the calico jack incident but what abt izzy and lucius’ conversation?

(got a few asks about Izzy that night, so hopefully this covers all of them!)

At the sound of Read’s step in the hallway, her hesitation at the door, Izzy went to full alert. He got out the burner that he’d set up with weeks ago and sent the ‘ready’ message to Eddy and Jim.

Then, he pulled out his own phone and send a second message.

Izzy: got a headache, might be asleep when you get home

Lucius: leave a light on by the door. I love you.

Izzy: love you too

When they returned, Izzy gestured Eddy to the bathroom first. He was already peeling out of his clothes as the door shut behind her. It was only ten, but it could’ve been dawn for how wrung out he felt. He shucked everything directly into the garbage bag then left it outside the bathroom door for Eddy when she was done. He stuck his head under the kitchen faucet, letting the cold water sluice away any potential evidence. A full shower would be better, but he’d been fairly covered up.

The clothes were no loss, nothing that he’d worn in a long time, the shoes ratty enough that they were destined for the bin soon anyway.

He let the water run over him until he heard the shower turn off. Retreating into the bedroom, he drew on shorts and a t-shirt, roughly dried his hair on another ragged cast off and threw that into the garbage bag too for good measure.

Clean and a little revived, he met Eddy at the front door as they silently went to confront the girls.

He hadn’t counted on Read weeping all over him, her broad shoulders curved inward and shaking. Comforting someone would never come naturally to him, but he had more practice these days and she seemed to take his rough attempts to heart.

The wave of fondness he felt for her wasn’t something he was ready to put into words. She was a kid, for all she was full grown and the world had already set its teeth into her neck. There was a lot of unfairness that he could do nothing about, cared nothing about really, but he could do something for her. He could muster up the energy to care about her.

Eddy left, then Read trudged across the hall. Izzy rested his head against the back of the couch and waited.

It was after midnight when Lucius came home. His mouth was pinched up with worry, but relaxed a little when he spotted Izzy on the couch.

“Is she okay?”

“Sort of,” Izzy got up and crossed to him. He leaned up to get a kiss and to squeeze one arm gently. “It’s been a fuck of a night.”

“I was worried,” Lucius admitted. “You know, I half hoped you really did just have a headache.”

“I do. I just call it `Read’.” He shrugged. They had worked out the code on the same day Izzy bought the burners.

“What happened?”

Izzy grimaced, “You’re not going to like it.”

“How about I not like it in bed then? At least we should be comfortable and you seem wiped out.”

It was easier in the dark anyway. Izzy told it simply, just the facts. Hearing Read slip out, getting the tracker up on his phone, changing and then going out to pick up Jim and Eddy. Jim had walked over to Eddy’s place to keep things simple. They’d had to speed to make up time, but Jim had been on the hacked radio, keeping an ear out for cops and they’d made it.

He told him about Jim picking the lock, then Eddy sweeping in, taking the lead like they always had. How they’d fired into Jack’s shoulder and Jim had gotten the gun out of his hand.

“Then what?” Lucius asked into the sudden silence.

“I killed him,” Izzy said, leaden and dull. “Eliminated the threat.”

“Why didn’t Eddy do it?” Lucius asked, his voice strained. “If she already had her gun out and smoking?”

Izzy closed his eyes, “Because Eddy doesn’t kill, pup. She never has.”

The words had been in the back of his throat for years. He’d wanted to tell Lucius, to explain what he willingly slept next to. Of course Lucius had to have some idea, had heard everything up to that point multiple times. Still. It was different, said naked and plain.

“What does that mean?” Lucius reached across the bed, hand circling around Izzy’s wrist and holding fast. “I...she’s definitely come close. She’s implied that. You’ve implied that.”

“She never had to. She had me.”

The grip on his wrist didn’t falter. If anything it tightened, and then a tug drew him closer.

“How many?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess some people would keep count, but I wasn’t...it wasn’t a trophy or a punishment. It just needed doing.”

“Fuck,” Lucius breathed between them and Izzy could only nod. What else was there to say about it now? “Iz.”

“Yeah,” he said raw and scraped out. “I’m a bad person, but that’s not news to you.”

“You are not,” Lucius sighed. “Maybe you were once, I’m not sitting in judgment of all that. But you’re a good man tonight at least. You went out there and you did what you needed to get Read and her screwy girlfriend home safe. Maybe someone else would’ve done it differently, but maybe they’d be dead.”

“I thought I would never do it again,” he admitted. “Or if I did that it would be hard. That I’d feel...something. But it’s just a job done.”

“And what about after?” Lucius asked quietly. “Did you drink or get in a fight? Did you set fire to something or get a tattoo while half out of your mind?”

“I got Read to tell me what the fuck had happened to her,” he frowned. “Cried like a child.”

“Yeah, see,” Lucius sighed “I’m not convinced by the big bad wolf stuff when that’s the aftermath.”

“I’m not trying to convince you. I don’t want you to think about any of it. I’d prefer if you never had to know.”

“Yeah, well, tough luck for you, goblin." And Lucius, ridiculous man of silk and steal, just leaned in and kissed him, soft and acknowledging. “I know and I don’t care. You protected our girl and you got everyone else home safe. Kept Eddy’s hands clean which...fuck her really, but okay I know that means something to you. Good job. You’re not the villain tonight, you’re a vigilante.”

“I’m not,” he protested weakly.

“Sure you are. Pretty badass, actually. You’d look good in the spandex.”

“No,” he said firmly and Lucius laughed quietly at him.

“What did you do with the gun?” He asked once the moment subsided.

“Broke it down and tossed the pieces in a few different dumpsters when I took the clothes out.”

“Going to get another one?”

Izzy hesitated. He’d shown Lucius the gun not long after their first anniversary. Explained why it was there and then, despite great resistance, showed him how to hold it, in case Izzy was incapacitated. To go without that? To have an empty space where that last ditch safety should be?

“I don’t know,” he said with some surprise. Maybe he would. Or maybe he’d let the spot stay empty. He didn’t have to decide tonight.

“Okay. Let me know if you do,” Lucius yawned. “Talk more in the morning?”

“Yeah.”

Izzy fell asleep easily and stayed peacefully in dreams until his alarm went off in the morning.

#leda house and the kraken verse

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wheeboo · 2 months

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lean on me | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which comfort should never be this hard to ask for, especially knowing that your boyfriend would give up the entire world for you either way. PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst WARNINGS. mentions n descriptions of depression n reader struggling with it, cheol lifts up reader's shirt a lil to touch them (nothing sexual abt it, just purely for intimacy), terms of endearment, kissing, all the dialogue is literally from cheol lol, very self-indulgent sorry :< WORD COUNT. 1.8k

notes: the cuddly boyfriend in bed chronicles w cheol continues! anyway this is written purely for comfort for my lovely @bookyeom <3 honestly i've been writing a lot of hurt/comfort lately which i love (and need) ugh, so i hope u guys find some comfort in it too 💓

Time seems to stand still when it happens again𑁋the emptiness, the weight of it all pressing down on your chest. It begins as a subtle shift, like the soft whisper of a breeze before a storm, until it grows into a deafening roar and becomes the only thing you can hear.

It's as if you hear everything and nothing at once, see the scenes play around you but the colours are mute, touch the world but its textures are rough, taste the air but its flavour is a metallic tang to your tongue.

You could claim you're simply sad; perhaps, it's easier to say that instead of the monstrously ugly word of depression. You hate it. You hate the way it shrinks and folds you into a smaller, duller version of yourself. It steals the vibrancy from your eyes, the cadence from your voice, and the lift at your lips. It steals you away from yourself, and each time you manage to get away you feel like you can breathe again, but then the tide rolls back in, and you're drowning again.

Struggling to stay afloat has been getting a lot harder these days.

A few soft knocks draws your eyes open, and the abrupt quietness of your bedroom suddenly feels more safer than ever. The knocks come back again, a bit louder this time, a raspy groan leaving your lips as you attempt to tightly squeeze your eyes shut like the sounds were just a figment of imagination. But then they happen again, and you somehow deduce the urge to chuck your pillow away and sit up in bed instead.

You barely process the feeling of your feet reaching the bedroom floor below. It's somewhere between the hours of six in the evening and three in the morning, you think. The cold hitting your skin and the dark skies outside the windows don't really help at all.

God, your body felt so weak right now since you've hardly eaten the entire day, and each step you took felt like a hot poker burning into your skin. The knocking seems to grow more insistent the closer you got to the door, and it takes an eternity for you to finally reach out for it with a clammy hand. And slowly, hesitantly, you flips the locks and push it open, allowing the door to swing open into the dimly lit hallway beyond.

Seungcheol is standing there, breathless like he had just run a marathon with small beads of sweat and strands of hair clinging to his forehead. The only source of light coming from the overhead hallway light shines down on him like a spotlight.

"You... You weren't answering my calls all day," he says quickly, voice wavering and heavy. "I came here as fast as I could after work and I..."

His voice trails off when his gaze roam over you, from your tightly tied lips and glassy eyes, to the tremor in your hands at your side.

He doesn't wait another moment, taking only two long strides inside your apartment before encasing you into his arms and bringing you into his chest. Somewhere in between that he also manages to close the door behind too, and it's just the two of you now in your place.

You stay like that for a while, not entirely sure for how long, but just enough that his warmth is able to seep through the crevices of your body and nudge so gently at something in your chest𑁋your heart.

"It came back again, didn't it?" Seungcheol asks quietly, voice a low murmur against your ear.

There's a small sniffle, then a weak nod, and all he could do is hold you tighter just from that alone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he continues softly. "Or... do you want me to just hold you?"

He feels the way your fingers dig into the fabric of his hoodie a bit more tightly. That's all he needs to know before he's pulling away and dragging you into your bedroom. He does it all like it's normal routine to do this𑁋to simply hold you in his arms because he knows sometimes words are not enough.

Seungcheol is holding you a bit more tighter than you notice, arms encircled around your body with your head resting against his chest. It's not a suffocating grip, but tight enough to convey the emptiness he felt from not having you in his arms for the entire day.

His fingers trace soft patterns on your back through the fabric of your shirt. Yet you feel as they dip a little lower, your shirt lifting a little higher, and then the feeling of his fingertips barely grazing your back makes you let out quiet, contented sigh.

Seungcheol hesitates for a moment, then whispers, "Can I touch you under here?"

You nod meekly, leaning more instinctively into his touch. His hand continues its tentative roam under your shirt, mapping over the skin of your back so delicately and lightly. It isn't the first time he's done this, however the intimacy of just being so close to him𑁋to a man you call comfort, a man you call home𑁋makes this feel a little more than just okay.

He feels the goosebumps that form from his touch and the way you tense up just slightly before relaxing. A small smile forms at his lips, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Seungcheol thinks he can hold you like this forever.

Perhaps it's a bit of a stretch, or a glimpse into a future that seems uncertain, but it's far from a lie. It isn't just because you melt so perfectly into his arms, or knowing he's the only one in the world who gets to do this (which, admittedly, makes his heart swell with pride), it's more than that. It's the fact that you trust him enough to let him in. It's the way you lean into his touch, knowing that in his arms, you are safe, and he would do anything to protect you.

"You're strong, you know that?" he whispers softly. "Stronger than you give yourself credit for. That's what I admire so much about you. Even when it feels like the world is crashing down, you still find the strength to keep going. Opening your eyes in the morning makes you strong, or just... letting me hold you right now. That takes strength. You're so, so strong, baby."

You don't respond, but your breathing steadies against his chest, a sign that his words are sinking in, even if just a little. And that's okay. It's a process, one that he is more than willing to be patient for, one that he is more than willing to walk alongside you through.

"You're always my first priority," Seungcheol murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as he holds you close and his fingertips dance along your spine, sending shivers of warmth down your back. “You can lean on me𑁋please lean on me. When this happens I don't want you to shut me out, okay? Anything but that."

His words seem to crack the dam holding back your tears, heat prickling at the corner of your eyes as you bury your face more into his chest. A choked sob escapes your lips, the sound muffled by Seungcheol's shirt, and a momentary surge of shame courses through you.

"Let it out," he reassures gently. "It's okay. You're okay. I've got you."

And that’s what you do𑁋you let go in his arms. Seungcheol hears the way you seem to quiet down after a few minutes, feeling the way you adjust in his hold to roll right next to him on the bed. Your bedroom is dark, with the only light coming from the dim lamp on your bedside table, but it's the first time all day he catches a close glimpse of your face.

His hand slowly leaves its spot from under your shirt and reaches over to cup your face lightly, affectionately, lovingly. His mouth forms into a small pout when he sees the way you're darting your eyes away from him.

"Hey, precious," Seungcheol says warmly, brushing his thumb across a stray tear rolling down your cheek. "Look at me, love."

There's a flicker of hesitation in your pupils. You know you look like an absolute mess right now: messy hair, with red-rimmed, puffy eyes, and tear stains marking your cheeks. But Seungcheol just smiles, a little sight of his dimple showing, and you can't help but weakly smile back. It stretches across your face, chasing away a bit of the tightness that had settled there.

"There we go, baby," he murmurs proudly. "That's the beautiful face I know and love. You're so pretty."

His tender gaze roams all over your face, from the vulnerability in your eyes and down to your slightly chapped lips that he's been aching to kiss all day, but that can wait for a little bit. For a moment, he feels something catch in his throat, and maybe his heart stutters a little too.

"You know," he starts, pressing his lips together in contemplation. "I... I think I can look at you forever."

He watches the way your eyes widen ever so slightly at his words, surprise flickering across your features. For a moment, he fears that he might have overstepped, swearing that he senses you crawl into your shell for just a second. But then he sees the way your expression softens, the corners of your lips curling up in a small, shy smile, and he knows he hasn't.

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to say that right away, I just..." Seungcheol pauses, his cheeks flushing slightly as he searches for the right words. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I mean, I always do, but right now, I think𑁋no, I really want to love you for... a very long time, and I want to do it properly because you deserve nothing less."

His words embrace you like a warm blanket, and you could simply only stare at him. This time, you let your own eyes wash over him. You trace the outline of his jaw, the small beauty marks dotting the familiar curve of his neck, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own, before settling on his lips and swiftly back up to his warm, affectionate gaze.

Seungcheol feels his own breath hitch from that alone, and the next moment, he's kissing you so sweetly, lips moving against yours carefully and unhurried. Your eyes close right away, and you feel his warm hand drift back under your shirt to bring you back in his hold as if he's trying to rid of any space that was left.

I think, You don't let your gaze waver away from him when the kiss breaks and nothing but small smiles wears on both of your faces. I want to love you for a very long time too, Choi Seungcheol.

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fairytoge · 2 years

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I JUST HAD A THOUGHT what if toge knows sign language but never uses it because no one around him really knows it, until he meets mute/deaf! reader who also knows sign language. to which panda finds out toge speaks sign language, cause panda probably knows it.

shit talking curses w toge and panda’s just: “guys, no—“

giving one another test answers but panda keeps his mouth shut abt it.

telling each other jokes while maki talks then it looks like you’re laughing at her.

not-so-secret ; inumaki toge

notes!!

this! this! this! this idea omgggg :(((

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it had to be today or all days that you were running late for school, having not packed your bag last night due to the mountain of homework that your teachers had decided to set you over the weekend.

but that wasn't all. not only were you going to miss registration, obtain a late mark and receive an exaggerated and long lecture from your parents, but they, your guardians that were skipping work today, had left you money for lunch without telling you meaning that you would have to stop at the shops beforehand.

you sighed to yourself, grabbing your school bag from beside the main door to your house and exiting through it; forgetting that the collection of now abandoned coins was still laying on the kitchen counter.

ㅤ

though you generally had no issues with finding your own way to school, over the weekend your parents had insisted on increasing the amount of training you received.

your family, a clan of sorcerers who were unknown enough to usually fly under the radar of the elders or other clans, were far less concerned with the idea of eliminating curses and instead focused on leading a normal life though it occurred that that dynamic was gradually changing... much to your displeasure.

you were more than content with going to school like a regular teenager would; ignoring the looming figures of whatever sort of curses they were. you never asked to be born with the ability to see whatever things that resided in the shadows and so you just ignored them.

but, as soon as your parents were alerted of the news that sukuna — a curse that you had never heard of before — had successfully found a vessel, you were apparently doomed. they were more than eager to increase how much training you had to do each day rather than once a week, and you were less than satisfied with your constantly aching body.

despite the rippling pain that seemed to spread throughout your legs each time you took a step, you managed to make it to the small store that homed your favourite pre-made lunch box without collapsing.

the sectioned isles of various types of food surrounded you until you wandered to the fridge section — scanning each package for your food. and that was when your eyes landed upon a boy around your age holding your lunch box, the one that was currently keeping you from fighting anything and anyone you see.

your eyes locked onto the box and, in some sad attempt to get it, you squinted to see if you had the capability to make it levitate into your grasp rather than his.

ㅤ

"are you okay?" the only girl in the group of three interrogated; her face sporting an unchanging sneer as she scrutinised you. she had taken several paces so that you two were a mere half a metre away from each other before continuing to quiz you, glancing up and down at your figure. "do you need something or are you just going to stand there?"

another one of the boy's companions who appeared, like the ginger girl, to be a bit younger than you, took several long treads until he was pulling the girl away from you and to behind the platinum blonde-haired boy.

turning to face you head-on, he smiled apologetically as he guarded you against the other woman's attacks. "i'm sorry, it's just that you were staring quite... intently at our friend."

your face flushed in embarrassment before you waved your hands in denial of the unsubtle connotation and signalled that they were incorrect... or tried to.

ㅤ

your arms waved rapidly in various ways of implying that they were wrong, though their expressions slowly became lax and confused. it was apparent that neither of them could understand what you were trying to convey — that, due to your vocal cords being damaged, there was no way you could communicate with them verbally. after several more moments of your routine continuing, you reached into your pocket to pull out and unlock your phone.

once you had done so, you hastily typed out the written translation of what you were trying to signal: that you weren't able to speak.

the boy, who you hastily learnt was called toge thanks to your now-easy form of communication, was quick to strike a non-verbal conversation with you: signing faster and more enthusiastically than you had ever seen anyone do before.

his two friends, nobara and yuuji, also seemed elated to learn that you shared something similar to their friend that was uncommon for anyone to relate to or know.

ㅤ

it wasn't until you checked your phone once more out of habit that you noted the time and how much earlier it had been since your lessons for the day had begun.

your expression, drooping into a deflated one, was evidently enough to let your three new friends know that something was wrong and it took less than a minute for them to work it out just by checking the time as well. their smiles and subtle grins followed suit and the once-joyful atmosphere that had surrounded you was now more than depressed.

spotting their saddened expressions, you silently gave the two younger teens a slight grin; signing to toge that you were more than content to exchange phone numbers with the three of them in order to set up a date to hang out later.

and with that, the four of you broke off, though it was obvious that you would be meeting again — whether you had arranged to or not.

ㅤ

it was only a week later when you saw the toge again, though this time it was under much different circumstances.

standing in front of a selection of students, and a panda, was not how you envisioned your monday morning going. according to your parents and the other connections that were conjoined to your clan, it was heavily advised that you should begin attending a place that would aid you in controlling and harnessing your cursed technique. and that advice led you to face the most... mixed people in the same setting that you had ever seen.

your nerves were quickly settled when toge broke free of the straight line formation and bounded up to you.

it was clear to everyone in the surrounding area that his face bore a wide smile: the corners of his eyes crinkling in glee as he ran towards you to pull you into a tight embrace.

though you had only met once before and for roughly twenty minutes, the feeling of pure happiness of seeing one another was mutual, hence why you were fast to return the hug.

the pair of you stayed like that for several moments until your new teacher, who had instructed you to call him "gojo-sensei", decided that your reunion should be photographed. with a phone flash repetitively going off, you and toge separated — facing either smirking or disgusted expressions of your new classmates.

before you could dwell on your elongated embrace for too long, the platinum blonde-haired boy started to sign just as he had done when the two of you had first met: eager to communicate fully with another person. you, not having any objections to the offer, began to focus on the signals that his hands were making.

the group of teenagers behind you had little idea what you two were doing: staring blankly at their teacher for help.

rather than clue them in on what was going on, the adult released an over-exaggerated exhale as he placed his phone in his pocket and turned to nobara and yuuji.

the three exchanged varying degrees of looks of excitement and smugness as they huddled together: now separated from the remainder of the group. whispering and giggling amongst each other, they commenced their bets on when you and toge would start dating whilst, somehow, not alerting either of you as you both continued your non-verbal discussion.

ㅤ

it was only another week later, a week of you and toge bonding with each other more than anything whilst simultaneously annoying maki and megumi, that you came across a rather large discovery. and that was that panda — your fellow jujutsu sorcerer — was able to understand you and your new best friend all this time.

the finding was unearthed when you and toge were out on a mission with him, fighting a low-level curse that was beginning to bore the two of you. but, instead of finishing the monster off quicker, you began dodging each strike it aimed to land on you: encouraging toge to do the same in an attempt to make it angrier and therefore more powerful. and when that technique didn't work, toge put it upon himself to aggravate the curse, though this time it was through your way of talking.

"bet that it has never used moisturiser." your platinum blonde-haired companion signed as he continued to deflect the curse's attacks. "i don't even need to bet, it's obvious with all the wrinkles. i feel bad beating it up now that i can see my grandma in it..."

stifling your laugh by pressing your lips together, you were quick to reply to toge, shaking your head disapprovingly. "don't you dare compare your grandma to that. it looks more like a rotten carrot that's a thousand years old... sukuna's fingers?"

"guys, please focus on this curse so we can go back already." the unexpected new arrival in your conversation butted in on you two; making your and toge's heads turn towards him. "it's been half an hour..."

ㅤ

apparently, panda was unaware of you and the other teenager's dumbstruck expressions that were plastered onto your faces and kept you distracted enough for panda to hastily eliminate the now-forgotten curse.

"since when did you know sign language?" toge directly quizzed his close friend, knowing that the week that you had been there would definitely not be long enough for him to be as fluent as he was.

panda paused for a moment, his face going blank just as your's and toge's had done minutes prior, before he turned his attention to where you and toge were standing. several seconds passed until anyone "spoke", that person being panda.

"i thought you knew that i knew how to sign?" the cursed plushie trailed off towards the end of his question, confused at the situation just as much as toge and you were. silence encased your group of three, you only now realising just what this meant.

calling for panda and toge's attention, you commenced signing the only thing on your mind at that moment. "does this mean that you could understand us in that test the other day? and when we have secret conversations about the first years?"

one nod from panda was all it took for you to turn to toge hastily: both of your faces erupting in sheer horror at the thought of someone knowing the sorts of things the pair of you had been gossiping about.

"so when were you two going to let me in on your not-so-secret talks?"

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greycaelum · 2 years

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For ur Clouds and Mochi series ever thought (what if..) of Geto being Gojo’s chidlren’s godfather? I think is pretty cute to think abt ^^ can you make a scenario of like him taking care of his kiddos while Gojo & Reader are like…on a date or sum? :)

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || What If Chapters X Cloud and Mochi Chapters ||)

[I bring you, Uncle Suguru. Let’s pretend he’s still a soft sweetheart who can be the coolest Uncle to your Kikufuku.]

[Notes and Warning: Bullying, cutting classes, punching, basically Suguru being the emergency number for his godchildren]

This piece is actually written way back 2021 and has been sleeping in my wips, I was planning to post it for Suguru's birthday but it just won't hit right for me.

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10 years old Kouki knows who to call when his Papa is out and his Mama also working. First in line would always and always be, Su'

That’s how Suguru finds himself, cleaning off the last of his mission spoils and making his big bike fly to his godson’s school after a call from the nurse Kouki is in the infirmary. Coz he absolutely loves his precious godchildren made out of his blasted screwed up best friend, Suguru swears if not for you being an absolute god sent angel his brain cannot fathom what devil spawns Satoru’s genes will produce. You and Satoru are currently out of the city, somewhere up Hokkaido for an urgent mission and he’s the one taking care of the munchkins with Shoko and his two adopted daughters, Nanako and Mimiko totally into the idea of being elder sisters.

Parking his big bike by the lot he pulled out his hair tie, freeing his lustrous hair to smooth the disheveled raven locks from the gust of wind, forgetting to put on his helmet from hurrying. Don’t follow his example, safety first always.

With his fingers, he combed through his hair and pulled it to a half ponytail. Suguru walks past the buildings navigating to the clinic. He knows it very well because he graduated from this school. The moment Kouki is old enough to go to a proper school and engage with other kids Satoru run to him procrastinating where to send his firstborn—in a decent and secure environment, Satoru was homeschooled as a kid and Suguru suggested the friendly and small school by the neighborhood where he also sent Nanako and Mimiko for education.

“Su'!” Kouki called out seeing his godfather enter the door. Suguru’s eyes immediately soften at the sight of the mochi and tensed up seeing him clutching his stomach.

“Hi buddy, stomachache?” He rush to the kid’s side and the nurse melted seeing a grown adult fuss over the little kid checking his temperature and purposely lowering his voice to coos.

“We already gave him medicine but the pain doesn’t seem to subside.”

Suguru frowned at the nurse’s words, he’s taking out his godson of this measly clinic, heck Shoko is a million times better than them!

Signing some forms Suguru scooped Kouki in his arms and made the way out of the school after leaving a message to his daughters—Mimiko and Nanako that he had already picked up Kouki and they can go home straight later with Saika.

“Does it hurt so much buddy?” Suguru softly asked rubbing the little mochi’s stomach after calling Ijichi to pick them up, he’ll just come later for his big bike, he doesn’t want to risk upsetting the kid with the cold wind and he didn’t bring a kiddie helmet.

“I don’t like the clinic,” Kouki scrunched his nose with an evident frown on the arctic brows.

“Whenever you do that you really look like your Papa,” Suguru chuckled and a sleek black car pulled over, Ijichi opened the door for them and Suguru slid in the back, settling the child above his lap to a comfortable position but Kouki beat him to it, immediately curling in attempt to sleep on his Godfather’s chest.

“Are we going to Sho-chan?” Kouki blinked realizing the scenery going in the direction of Jujutsu Tech.

“We’ll ask her to fix your stomachache.”

“Su', let’s just go to KFC? My stomach doesn’t hurt,” Kouki stared at his Uncle Su-chan with the sparkling puppy eyes that never fail to charm anyone.

“The nurse said you were aching,” Suguru frowned.

“Let’s go to KFC, my stomach doesn’t hurt. The class was just boring,” Kou pouted puffing the alabaster rosy cheeks of his.

Ijichi almost stepped on the brake hearing the child’s reasoning. Of course, no matter how angelic and pure the little mochi he is still the son of THAT Gojo Satoru, the main cause of Ijichi’s stress.

“So you acted you have a stomachache?” Suguru raised his brow. Why doesn’t that sound so familiar from a certain white-haired rascal 15 years ago also refusing to get healed by Shoko because he wanna skip classes?

“Papa already taught me those lessons,” a blank look etched on the mochi’s face.

“Your Mama won’t be happy seeing you lie, even your Papa can’t save you if she finds out.” Suguru sighed. At least now he can prove that the traits of parents can be passed down to their children, look at Satoru and Kouki, the little guy may seem harmless but he’s definitely Satoru’s progeny and the signs are already showing even at such young age.

“I don’t like school,” Kouki murmured. “Can we just get KFC Su’?”

“Well, can you drop us off in the nearby KFC Ijichi? We’ll manage from there.”

Right on cue the car stop in front of the fast-food chain. Suguru and Kouki entered the establishment and went out with their hands full.

“So why do you hate the school, Kou?” Suguru observes his godson take a hungry bite on the chicken fillet burger.

“Everyone doesn’t like me.” Kouki shrug. “It’s not a big deal but I’m getting irritated they keep annoying me when I’m not doing anything to them.”

… His godson is getting bullied? Suguru sets down his coke and frowns from the unexpected news.

“What are they doing to you?” He can’t let this pass. Does Satoru know about this? “Does your Papa know?”

“It’s not a big deal. I can take care of them if I want to.” Kouki looks at him. A steel resolve in the kid’s eyes, surely not a kid defeated by bullying but the opposite. Suguru can’t help but chuckle, a certain memory surfaced in his mind years ago when he was also a student with Satoru. Megumi being a reference how Satoru raise kids, Suguru can only sigh.

“Then why aren’t you doing anything?” If it’s up to Suguru, he won’t let the person he considers family gets thrown around.

“They’re not worth it. I’ll do it when they cross my line. Su’ can we get ice cream?!” Kouki points out to the ice cream cart.

He knows it’s not right, to suggest a young kid how to fight. But in the first place, it’s not right for any kid to receive such treatment when he can do something about it. “Are you okay just getting taken advantage of? Why are you pretending to be easy when you’re not?”

“No. But Su’ Mama gets sad when I hurt myself. If I fight them their Mamas would also get sad. I don’t want that.” Kouki shakes his head and pays for his ice cream. “And I don’t want them to use Saika against me when I hurt them.”

“The world is never fair. Your Papa taught you how to defend yourself. Are you letting that go to waste?” Suguru used to think sorcerers exist to protect the non-sorcerer. But later he realize, not all people wants to be protected, and not all deserves to be protected. If you give too much they will devour you along the way. That’s why you need to remember to leave a part for yourself.

“If you have the advantage, use it. Only you can protect yourself.” Pointing his finger, it found Kouki’s heart. “How can you protect others if you cannot protect yourself first?”

… Kouki’s brows furrowed, but slowly nodded.

Ringgggggg!

Suguru’s phone vibrated and it was the school counselor this time.

“Mr. Geto? Can you come to the guidance office? Your niece… needs you here.”

At the sound of his sister’s name, Kouki almost drags him to hail a cab, back to the school. The two of them race to the 4th floor in worry.

“Sugu-chan!” Saika greets them with a bright smile, holding up her fists. “Look, I got a hello kitty bandaid!”

“What happened Cat?” Kouki frowns and turns to the side were a much worse sight, 3 boys who seem to be the same age as her, now sporting bandages and dirty clothes, a gruff look of dissatisfaction and contempt on the boys’ faces directed to a grinning Saika.

Bewildered Suguru clears his throat and greeted the Counselor. “Uhm, what did my niece do to land her here?”

The deadpan look on the old lady’s face was palpable as she gestured to the boys on the side.

“Gojo Saika-san seem to have gotten into a squabble with her classmates and beat them black and blue.”

“Oh, then? Did you win Sai?” Suguru smirked and Saika passed him a thumbs up and smug look.

“Ahem! I believe that is not the right question here Mr. Geto. This is a serious matter concerning Saika-san’s behavior.” The counselor blah, blah, blah and Suguru simply nod and nod, entering her words in the left ear and exit in the right, and so on. He should get a selfie later with Saika and Kouki then send it to Satoru as a remembrance.

On the side, Kouki surveyed his sister’s face. Her face has a small patch of blue and her fists are rose red with a small scrape, it didn’t escape that her hair is messed up from the usual braid.

“Why did you get in a fight Saika?”

“They kept messing my hair, Papa braided it for me.” Saika pouts and huffed. “They also called me a witch because I look different."

“Well, you three do you have anything to s—my goodness, guard!”

In a blink of an eye, Kouki has tackled the kids to the ground knocking them to the ground taking them on 1 against 3. The boys were crying to break free while the counselor try to pry off a furious Kouki, Suguru on the other hand sighed and videoed the whole thing. Only for a minute or two did he decide it’s time to pick up his godson before things go out of hand than it already is.

“Touch my sister again I’m gonna break your a—”

“Hai, hai, that’s enough for today.” Chuckling Suguru bids goodbye with a struggling Kouki on his waist seething in anger while Saika trails behind Suguru holding her brother’s bag and hers.

“Sugu-chan, did you see their faces? I pinch their noses first before punching just like how Papa taught me!” Saika brags as they walk to the parking lot.

“I’m gonna find them tomorrow,” Kouki growls.

“I thought you hate going to school?” Suguru dials Ijichi again.

“Change of plans.” Kouki huffs

“I like going to school though!” Saika pouted.

He sure didn’t mean for his words to resound in Kouki’s heart this fast, but nonetheless, it’s effective. Shaking his head Suguru pat the kids’ heads. It seems he was wrong about earlier. He thought they were just playing goody-two-shoes but actually, it’s a matter of trigger.

“Since you’re both out of school, how about we go on a stroll?”

Saika cheered and Kouki pouts but nonetheless they agreed.

“What about us?!” A scream from the building made them look back and Suguru’s twins waved with offended looks on their faces. Another sigh left Suguru and went inside again to get permission to bring his daughters home because of family matters.

“Eh? Why are you so messy Saika-chan?” Mimiko wipes the dirt on Saika’s hand while Nanako approaches Kouki and helps him get his bag on his back.

“We should get them first to Shoko-san,” Nanako remarked and Ijichi just in time parked in front.

“No way, I’m hungry. I’m fine!” Saika pouts and runs into the car backseat.

“Where are we eating Su’?” Kouki makes space for his two older sisters.

“I heard there’s a nice yakiniku and hot pot nearby. How about that?”

The kids cheered and Suguru smirked. He closed the door and getting on his big bike, pulled in his helmet, and drive ahead for the car to follow his lead.

—GreyCaelum

[PS: Not sure about this, writing for Suguru is not my forte, but one thing for sure he treasures those he considers family.]

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lokiskitten · 3 years

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hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Hey i love ur works omfg. They’re well written 😭 could u do one where dazai akutagawa chuuya kunikida say smth mean in an argument abt their s/o and it rlly hurts their s/o? To the point they dtop talking to the boys? But make the ending fluffy please wisjejeje

Too Far

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Fluff

He usually knows when to stop, but the lines may have been a little oo blurred this time

This got a little long, so I just did Dazai, but I’ve decided to do the other 3 in 3 separate posts so I can make them long, fully fledged fics!

"You're not listening to me!" She exclaims, throwing her hands up in frustration. Arguing with Dazai was infuriating, from that mocking smirk to the calm demeanour he held, it was downright infuriating.

"I am listening, love. You want me to stop flirting with the new employee at our coffee shop." He smiles, and Y/N clenches her fists.

"Yeah, I asked you last time, and the time before that! I don't..." She struggles for a second. She knows he likes to tease her and she also knows that he would never be unfaithful. He's most probably doing it to get a reaction out of her, the bastard. She knows he likes riling her up and getting her jealous.

This time though...she doesn't like it. Not at all. the way he had looked at that woman was a little too similar to the way he looks at her all the time and Y/N can't help but start comparing.

"You don't what?" He tilts his head to the side, almost mockingly. "I can't help that she's such a beauty, y'know?" Dazai sighs and Y/N feels cold all of a sudden. She stops running her hand through her hair, letting it drop to her side.

“I mean those eyes! You should have seen them, my love, they-” the rest of his sentence is drowned out by her thoughts. Did he really think that? She shuffles on the spot, letting her gaze drop to the floor. If Dazai really like her so much...and she was pretty now that Y/n thought about it...

Lost in her thoughts, she fails to notice the mischievous look in his eyes, clearly toying with the idea of riling her up and making her jealous.

“Honestly, we should go back there together later-”

“Go by yourself.” She interrupts him, finally looking up. Dazai’s smirk falters at her shaky voice, and he pauses completely at the unshed tears in her eyes.

“If you think she’s so beautiful, go ogle over her yourself.” She exclaims, before turning on heel and marching back to their room, shutting the door behind her. Dazai watches as she storms off. He hadn’t expected her to...blow up like that.

“Darling?” He calls out, frowning when there’s no response. He gets up and moves towards to the door, grabbing the handle to open it. It’s not locked, but the door doesn’t open. Y/N was sitting against it, head between her knees.

“Leave me alone.” She mumbles, before lifting her head and speaking a little louder. “Go back to that barista you love!” Her voice is choked with tears and it makes Dazai’s heart squeeze uncomfortably.

“I-...love, you know I would never leave you.” He presses his forehead to the door. She would open it eventually, and then he’d sweep her off her feet, shower her with kisses and everything would be fine!

The door doesn’t open for another 2 hours, nor are there any more responses to his words.

Dazai ends up sitting against the wall next to the door, mildly worried. He’d messed up. He should have seen how upset she was getting. He sighs and gently bangs his head on the wall behind him. He almost misses the slow creak of the door opening.

Almost.

“Y/N!” He scrambles to his feet as she startles, not expecting him to be there. She attempts to run back into the room, but Dazai sticks his foot though the door, preventing it from closing all the way. He pushes it open and enters, clicking the door shut behind him.

Y/N has chosen to take a seat on the bed, farthest away from him. She doesn’t react or move when he sits next to her slowly.

“Some scare you gave me there.”

Silence. Ah, so this was how it was?

“I did say she had pretty eyes, didn’t I?” Y/N looks taken aback, that upset look that he so despised coming back. “And her smile is pretty attractive, isn’t it?”

Was he serious? Did he like making her feel like shit? Y/N furiously fights off tears. She remains silent, turning her head away from him, stubborn.

He hums. “Nothing compares to what I have, though. Her eyes are murky and dull compared to your gorgeous ones.” He shuffles closer. “Her smile is practically a frown when compared to the way yours takes my breath away, my love.” A little closer. “And pray tell,” Y/N’s red in the face and wide eyed, not expecting the way this was going. What was happening?

“Why on Earth would I want someone so shallow and dull when I have more than I deserve right here in my arms.” His arms do indeed snake around her, pulling her into his lap. His breath puffs against her neck when he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Beautiful.” He presses a kiss to her collarbone. “Ethereal” another peck moving further up. “The light of my life.” Her cheek.

“I’d be a fool to ever let you go.” He kisses her, loving and sweet and Y/N finally breaks, melting into the gesture, her hand coming up to situate itself in his hair. When they break apart, she buries her face into the crook of his neck.

She mumbles something and Dazai chuckles, running a hand up and down her back, soothingly.

“I apologise. You know I love riling you up. I may have taken it too far.” he admits, a sign that he really did feel guilty.

He never wants to be the cause of her pain, no matter what type it was.

(18/08/2021)

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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Could you write a blurb abt sub spence finding ur panties and stealing them (and maybe putting them on 👀) and then u catch him?

Also l <3 ur work sm ur amazing

no, you're amazing!

wc: 1k

Warnings: handjob, Spencer wearing panties, sub!spence, and perv!spence

Spencer sifted through the case files yet again - scanning the pages he had committed to memory, reorganizing them based on relevance, and then tucking them back into his satchel. At this point, he had lost track of the number of times he had repeated that sequence of actions. Yet again his eyes flicked over to your belongings haphazardly packed on the opposite side of the room. He knew he shouldn’t look through your things. It was entirely and indisputably wrong. Under no circumstances should he peek inside your drawers or read the little to-do list you had scribbled onto the hotel stationary. And he most definitely shouldn’t uncap your lotion to smell the sweet scent of you or rub a minuscule amount onto his hands. But he did. He did all of those things.

Spencer wouldn’t ordinarily engage in the kind of behavior that would label him a creep but there was just something about you. From the moment you breezed into the BAU he had been waging a losing battle against his insatiable need to be near you and he wasn’t subtle about it. He recalled the surprise on Hotch’s face that first day when he accepted your offer to shake hands and the suggestive remarks that Derek made at every opportunity. But he didn’t mind. He would endure all of that and more just to reside in the periphery of your orbit. Except you were magnetic, your every move pulling him in closer and closer. And now he found himself crouching over your go-bag staring at a pair of lace panties.

It had never occurred to him that you would be wearing such provocative underwear at work but now that he knew he would never forget. He shut his eyes for a second, imagining you delivering profiles and doing paperwork and talking to him with these on. Before he could even think it through the panties were out of your bag and in his hand. If snooping was bad this was awful. It was literally criminal. He was stealing, for god’s sake. Just put it back, he thought. If you put it back right now you can pretend this never happened.

But it was too late. He shot to his feet as soon as he heard the lock click open but the evidence of his indiscretion was still tightly clutched in his hand. You had, quite literally, caught him red-handed.

You blinked once then twice, convinced that your mind was playing tricks on you. But it couldn’t be. You had purposefully declined Emily’s many attempts to get you drunk, knowing that lowering your inhibitions while sharing a room with Spencer was a recipe for trouble. However, it seemed like trouble found you anyway and now you had a decision to make.

You took him in - staring at you like a deer in headlights, a blush creeping up his neck and staining his cheeks. It took you all of two seconds to kick the door closed behind you. “What’s that you got there, doc?”

He looked down at the underwear still in his hand then back up at you, trying and failing to come up with an excuse. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean - I was just - I was looking for -”

“You were just looking for a pair of panties?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, a picture of calm in stark opposition to the stuttering mess Spencer had been reduced to. “Well, congratulations. I’d say you found exactly what you wanted. Go ahead, doc. I’m not stopping you”

“G-go ahead?” he asked, confused.

“Put them on.” The command was simple but profound. If he complied there would be no going back. No more stolen glances or unrequited pining from across the bullpen. With shaky hands he removed his pajama pants and boxers at once, looking up at you for a brief moment before pulling the panties on. You breathed in sharply at the sight before you. They were much too small and he strained against the thin material, a damp spot already forming. He shifted slightly in embarrassment, letting out a low whine at how the coarse material felt against his sensitive flesh. “You’re so pretty, Spence.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, still fighting his embarrassment but undeniably turned on by your praise. Feeling bolder he gathered the courage to speak, the faintest shadow of disappointment shrouding his words. “They don’t fit”

“Let me help you, baby.” You could barely contain yourself as you crossed the room, not quite believing that you had Spencer Reid wearing your panties before you. With every step, you took his heart rate multiplied until you were right in front of him. You toyed with the waistband while pressing feather light kisses up his neck, feeling his uneven pulse jumping at every touch. You hooked a finger through the waistband and tugged upwards, drawing a cry of pleasure from Spencer as he bucked his hips forward. “Is this what you like, doc? You like being my pretty boy?”

As you spoke you trailed your hand down to cup him through the fabric, squeezing him lightly and heightening the friction afforded by the lace material. He gasped. “Yes! Yes, I like it. I like it so much. God, I think I’m gonna -”

You continued to palm him, applying even more pressure and sucking marks into the exposed skin of his chest as he rode out his release. His legs buckled as waves of pleasure coursed through him and you directed him onto the bed. You hovered over him as he came down and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was - the sculpted planes of his face, the chain of purple marks decorating his neck and chest, the soaked panties clinging to his hips.

He chewed on his lip, nervousness returning in full force. He reddened as he tried to find the right words but you stopped him by capturing his mouth in a kiss. A slow, full kiss that tied the two of you together, finally sharing the words neither of you had the courage to say aloud. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine

When the breath had run out of both your lungs, you pulled away. He looked down at the ruined underwear sheepishly. “Don’t worry, doc. I’ll buy you new ones”

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