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emmalandry · 9 months

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ℙ𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖 ~ 𝕂ö𝕟𝕚𝕘 𝕩 𝕀𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕!𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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Imagine König with a naive inexperienced reader who's never even been with a man in any way shape or form before him. Let me set the scene for everyone.

His large hands caressed down your much smaller frame before slipping under your his shirt. Your dainty frame is basically being swallowed by his hand on your tummy before you grab hold of his wrist and try and remove his hand from underneath. "What's wrong meine liebe?" a panic settling across his features.

"It's just..." you start before going silent. "It's just what puppe?" he's knawing on his lip awaiting your response. "I've never done this before and I'm afraid I'm gonna do something wrong." you begin to look away before he has hold of your jaw bringing you to look him in the eyes. "Ich liebe dich. I'll walk you through it, it's okay I promise." you let out a small nod before releasing his wrist and allowing him to move it further up toward your breast.

He begins to cup your breast before gripping the strap of your bra pulling it lightly before letting it slap against your skin. "Can I take this off?" you bite your lip lightly and nod. He reaches around to unclip your bra with one hand. 'So he's skilled with his hands. Noted.' You think to yourself. His lips crash against yours nothing but tongues and teeth clashing together as he begins to tweak at your nipples.

He pulls and pinches on them lightly making a moan slip through your lips into his mouth. He tugs on the bottom of the shirt you're wearing while his lips are still on yours as a way to ask for permission to remove it. You pull away from the kiss practically ripping your shirt off. But you cover up your chest after realizing how exposed you are.

"Verdammt Schön" he mutters below his breath before his lips begin to attack your chest nipping and sucking at the tender skin leaving love bites along the tops of your breasts and down your sternum. A whimper slips past your lips as he begins to trail his kisses down past your belly button right above your panty line. You can feel him smile against your tummy before looking up at you to ask for permission before he removes your panties.

Once he has permission he slips them down beginning to kiss along your thighs. Biting at the skin before licking the spot he just nipped at as he gets closer and closer to your throbbing cunt. "König don't tease." You say while squirming beneath his touch forcing him to pin you down by the hips. "Patience puppe." his kisses finally reach your cunt before he darts his tongue out and licks a long stripe up your cunt allowing him to taste your slick.

Your back arches as you grip the couch cushion letting out a moan. He eats you out like a man starved making sure to collect everything you give him whilst still making sure his nose bumps against your clit making a surge of pleasure shoot through you. You begin to feel a knot build up in your tummy. "König I feel weird. I think somethings wrong." You try to warn him but to no avail. "It's okay Puppe let go, that just means you're going to cum."

He gets back to work devouring your cunt. Suckling on your clit as he slides two of his fingers into your wet heat before curling them upwards hitting a spot you didn't even know you had. Your hand flies to grip his hair. "König, Oh my god" Your spine could've snapped at the speed that it arched into the air. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you while still sucking your clit allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

"That was...fuck." you manage to breathe out. He chuckles before leaving a small kiss against your puffy clit. "Did you enjoy yourself meine liebe?" His chin was coated in your release. He looked beautiful, his lips puffy and dripping your slick along with hooded eyes. "Yeah..that was..wow. Just wow." you let out a giggle as you finish your sentence. "What about you?" you let your eyes trail down toward his painfully hard erection before you look back up at him. "That's a lesson for another day, Puppe. For now, let's just get you cleaned up okay?"

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Translation:

Puppe - Babydoll/Doll

Meine Liebe - My Love

Ich liebe dich - I love you

Verdammt Schön - Damn Beautiful

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𝔸/ℕ: 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪. 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪!

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seventhcallisto · 5 months

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LOVE ON SKIN

c.seungcheol. idol!boyfriend!cheol. Idol!f!reader. Mdni. soft smut. unprotected. Part of I-dol

Although the two of you have been inseparable for years, an accident that leaves you bed-bound for almost a month wounds up weighing on cheols consciousness when you two begin talking about it. Which leads to a night of confessions and soft touches.

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You can't keep your hands to yourself. He can't, either. You've been on him as soon as you could be on stage - actually, he's been on you. Walking you across the stage and lending a helping hand if you seem to struggle with your balance.

You hate it. You should hate being helped and feeling like a weak girl. But it's cheol. You love cheol too much to feel upset about how his soft hands caress your elbow and guiding your hip in the right direction. Even when it could possibly get you two in trouble. He's going out of his way to help you in all the proper places, as politely as he can. Despite when you tell him you can do it yourself, stubbornly, he's still by your side.

Being the second eldest in the group takes it tolls on your health, but it seem cheol can stomach it all, can have all of it weigh on his back without flinching. You admire him for it, you always have. You love the leader, you love him so much it hurts to see the painful way he look in your eyes when you hiss in discomfort.

You tried to pretend the way your hip shifts on the bed doesn't hurt. That the performance didn't take its toll on you. You said you were fine, that you could do it. And maybe, yeah, you're equally as stubborn as cheol, but it's because you miss it. Miss performing. Miss the stage. Miss the fans. Miss your group. Miss your boyfriend.

"Baby, let me help" seungcheol softly reaches for your ankle, bending down on his knee to pull your shoes off. You thank him with quiet words, still attempting to lift your leg yourself to help. Cheol clicks his tongue, on the verge of chastising you for moving. He decides against it with a sigh.

"Do you remember when we were trainees, how we'd have to share our food?" You quietly talk, and like always, cheol hums to tell you he's listening, even as he focuses on untying your stubborn shoes.

"We went hungry most of the time cause of the diets" you continue, quietly. "I should of- I dunno, snuck some food. Maybe my bones wouldn't be as breakable as they were- as they are now." you chuckle as if its an inside joke. To kill the tension. Your hands fiddling in your lap. Cheol pauses for a second, head tilting up.

His lips curve into frown, his hands softly encasing your ankles, he rubs soothingly, helping your aching body. "Don't blame yourself." He whispers. Your eyebrows furrow in worry. "I-. It's just-" he cuts you off. "It wouldn't have happened at all if someone had double checked the safety."

he takes a harsh breath in, tossing your shoes to the side, his palms run over his jeans on his knees. "It looked worse than it was, but.." cheol glances to your hip, theres pain and guilt in his eyes as he stares. "It doesn't matter, atleast you're okay now." He adverts his eyes, pushing himself to stand up.

"Cheol?" Your hand on his wrist has him pausing, a short glance over his shoulder. He stills in your sight, eyes tired from working all day. Tired from the pain he sees you in. You knaw on your bottom lip.

"I'm sorry it was you who found me" your lip trembles, finally able to voice what you really wanted to. To get him to not feel guilty for your own doing. "I'm the one who stepped on the platform, and i- I'm the one who should have been careful" your voice cracks. You always took practice way too seriously, always checking the aquitment and helping where you were needed.

Like some type of guinea pig, you hung out on platforms and tall stages, as if you'd never get hurt. So when you told cheol you'll be testing things out for fun, he advised you not too. Like he had always done. But he really couldn't control you. No one could. When you stepped up and signaled for the crew to start lifting the stage, just as you were halfway- the tiniest thing- completely snapped, sending you flying forward into the stage beneath you. Almost two stories high.

You were fragile, sadly, from the amount of overworking you've done for years and the dieting you kept up with. So there wasn't much to cushion your fall except skin and bones. The first person you saw when you faded back into consciousness was no other than seungcheol. Stage lights around him like a halo when he called your name in a panic, fear lingering every part of his body, of his soul.

You could see it seep from his bones and consume him, just as he way pulled away to give you some space. No other figures face made sense, no matter how hard you tried. You could only see cheol.

"What?" Seungcheol wheezes out, his heavy eyebrows setting into an upset churn on his handsome face. "Y/n. Don't say that. Please don't say that." He bends down to take the seat next to you, careful of dipping the bed down too much.

"Don't say that ever. If i- if I wasn't there. It could have been worse" he trembles in your gasp, pulling your hand into his palm. "I told the crew to take the scale slow, I know- I knew you loved the heights and rising on the stage, you told me that before, remember?" You nod, soundless under his gaze.

"If I hadn't told them to take it slow, you'd be worse.. you could be dead." he shakes his head. "I don't want you to feel like you have to owe me, I just wanted to tell you. I love you, i don't want to see you like that. like this. ever again. I don't want to think about loosing you." Cheols head falls on your interlocked hands as he attempts to regain his breath. You lean your head onto his shoulder over his grey hoode, just to feel closer to him.

You haven't had time together at all, with awkward glances and silence ringing throughout every interaction. It was starting to feel like you did die from the grief drowning under cheols fingertips and trembling breathing whenever he would hold you. Too delicate. As if you were already a ghost.

His hands holding your own are firm, yet still trembling with unease. His whole body shakes with it. Only ever in your presence have you seen cheol shake like this. "Will you hold me? Please?" Quietly, You whisper. And he heads your call. His strong arms wrapping to interlock around your ribs, his hands flush against your clothed back when he pushes your head into his neck.

His palms smooth over you. Telling himself you're there, that you're alive and in his arms, telling you he's there. His head falls over your own, his chin bumping against your head when he gulps. You wrap yourself around him, cling more like. Getting as close to him as you can from the angle. "I love you, cheol" You remind him with a sorrowful mumble. "I'm not going anywhere."

Cheol pulls his head down to plant a heartfelt kiss on your lips, slow and consuming as he leans heavily into it. His lips are plump from moisturizer, his palms are heavy against your cheeks when he pulls you closer. Swallowing your quiet gasps with his own breathy sighs. Your hand skims over his sweatpants, reaching for the drawstring.

You're too eager to have cheol in you. You haven't touched in weeks. You could hardly care for foreplay, you miss being close to him.

He pushes your hand aside to strip his hoodie and shirt off in one go, leaning over your body so you're pressed into the mattress under him. "How're you feeling baby?" it's the cue to explain to him what you want exactly. When you both are too tired to tease each other. You wiggle when he presses his hot mouth against your neck, trailing kisses down your skin.

"Just want you cheol, need you inside me, no prep, no foreplay" you demand with prying hands, clawing your way under your own shirt to paw it off. He helps you along, gentle compared to your own hands. And when it's finally off, he stops and stares. Ears pink but that sorrowful look on his face again.

You're littered in bruises, deep and purple and contrasting against your skin, no matter what shade you are, there is no hiding how the bruises affect your body. Staining your skin in splotches, from around your waist, to your arms, along your shoulder, and your elbows, everywhere. The ones on your arms are clearing up, but the deeper ones on your lower body are evidence of a terrible trauma to your blood vessels.

The cogs move in cheols head, he kisses what he can, the bruises on your shoulder, on your hips, on your elbows. The worse of them all being on your ribs, his lips leave a delicate trail to not irritate your skin with pressure, his eyes pulled closed as he soaks your warmth in. His heavy hands caress over your neglected breasts, paying the nubs attention with a swipe of his thumb.

You sigh against his every touch, missing the way he feels against you. His lower abdomen above your own, with just a swoop of your leg, your pulling the rest of him down onto you.

Seungcheol stops his quick decent with his arms caging against your head. His eyebrows furrow, coming face to face with you now. "Inside please" you remind him again, a desperate tone to your voice. The beautiful and absolutely breathtaking man blinks down at you, eyes growing shy with a smile.

His hand trails down, pulling your hips to straddle his, adjusting comfortably when he pulls the rest of your clothes off. He slips out of his just as eagerly, only gone for a second before he's hoisting you up the bed quickly and gently.

His tip prods your entrance after a couple of swipes through your folds, slicking himself up with your own juices and his precum. He groans quietly, mouth falling slack from the feeling.

You always forget he's big, always forget you need atleast some type of prep beforehand. Your eyes stutter shut and thighs squeeze around his hips when he attempts to push the head of his cock in. "Baby- y/n- s'not gonna fit baby" he hisses, prodding himself through the tight band of your cunt.

You groan at the stretch. He stills abruptly, your eyes widen open, watching cheols concerned face beckon you to speak. "Don't stop! Please, keep going cheolie" you whimper, grabbing for his shoulder to bring him back over you again.

He bites into your shoulder to keep from just humping himself into you, he pushes as much as he can, as slowly as he can. Listening for your uncomfortable cues. You're so hot and warm and cheol hasn't touched himself in weeks, too caught up in stress.

Cheols fingers pinch your clit between the digits, circling them with your bud in the middle. You moan quietly, the feeling almost forgotten. "loosen up baby" he coos into your ear, sighing against your skin as he fits another inch in. "There you go, Just like that, just needs a little tlc huh?" he chuckles against your skin, groaning softly when he rocks his hips forward to slip into you some more.

Your slick pools around his length from his words, guiding him in easier. He sinks in with slow grinds, his hips stuttering every once in a while. You whimper at the sting, it leaves tingles down your spine. "Missed you so much cheol" you whimper with a moan "needed you so bad" he hums against your skin. Lingered kisses against your throat when he pulls your thigh to meet his own hip, trying to pull you onto him further.

"I know baby, needed you just as much, promise" he bottoms out with one last grind of his hips forward. You sputter, jaw falling away. He knocks the breath out of you in the best way. "Oh fuck" he swallows his grunts with his mouth against your sweaty skin.

With only a few seconds of adjusting, you're clenching around him wildly. His hips grind against yours smoothly with small jolts. Everytime he bumps your clit, you moan. It encourages him on, gentle compared to how he usually is when you two have sex.

The sweetness of passionate sex in the late night in your hotel room has your mind foggy, as if you're dreaming, the only light to cast any type of glow is the one on the bedside table, it blurs and bumps with every thrust from seungcheol, his breathing grounding you to the moment with him. His hips working the magic, the only guy who could make you unravel within a couple of minutes.

The sweetest torture is his pace, it's enough to have you peaking, lifting your own hips to meet his as you feel yourself grind closer to that aching high you haven't had in forever. Cheols hands push you back down by your thighs, his head lifting up from your shoulder to watch the way you suck him in. His breath fans against your chest.

Quiet groans of approval fall off his tongue, and suddenly he's pistoning at the new angle he moved his hips. You quiver, hips trying to lift from the bed. "There cheol! Right there- 'm gonna cum" you let go with a whimper, thighs shaking in seungcheols grasp, your eyes clenching closed.

The dark haired guy curses under his breath, hips griding to push you further and further, to reach his high with you as soon as he can. He bottoms out completely before spilling along your walls and womb, digging his head back into your neck along with shuddered gasps.

His thrusts are sloppy, finishing himself off with a few extra ruts of his hips, his base growing a string of mixtures that leaves him sticky, he stills when you begin to press your palm to his hip. Overstimulated with his movements. He presses soft kisses to your temple, breathing in the scent of your sweaty skin.

Seungcheols skin is dewy with a shine in the dim light, his hair is only the slightest bit damp. His stamina is amazing, libido just as much. But you know it took everything in cheol to cum with you no matter how overstimulated he's left you from hours in the night. You always come first, in every way possible to him. He's told you before.

His lashes softly caress your delicate neck, his body sinking half on you and half on the bed in the afterglow. You pepper his shoulder with soft pecks, hand rubbing along his bicep as you take heavy breaths into your lungs.

He shuffles to pull out, kissing your belly before he does so. He slips out without much tension, palming your knee comfortably as he goes.

He picks himself up to grab you both a towel from the bathroom around the corner, you watch him slip his sweats back on. He's gentle, different this time, like he knows he can't break you, but he knows you still hurt easily.

You mumble a thank you when he pulls himself over you, shuffling you into his large shirt. He kisses you softly. "You're my favorite person in the world" you mumble sleepily, hand threading through his hair. He hums against your skin, draping you over his side.

"Yeah?" He chuckles, smile pulling wide on his cheeks. "And you're mine."

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quintinh43 · 1 month

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1 AND 6 FROM THE PROMPT LIST WITH TIMO PLEASE

Thank you for requesting 🥰

Your heart hammers rapidly in your chest. Timo took a hard check into the boards and took much too long to get up for your comfort. The stream cuts to Timo, skating slowly off the ice and heading down the tunnel with a trainer waddling behind him.

You reach for your phone instantly, shooting him a slew of text messages, even though you know he likely won't answer for a few minutes.

You: Timo My Love

You: are you ok?

You: are you coming home?

You: Do you need me to pick you up?

You knaw on your lip as your gaze flicks between your phone and the TV, waiting anxiously for any update on Timo.

My Meier: Can you come pick me up please?

As soon as the text comes through, you're throwing a hoodie over your tank top and basically sprinting to the parking garage. You drive less than legal to prudential, and thank God you had the foresight to grab your parking pass, which gets you into the players' parking garage.

You hurry up to the locker room, ignoring the weird looks people are giving you. You can't really blame them. You must be a sight for sore eyes, running through a hockey arena in a hoodie, house shorts, and slides.

By the time you make it to the locker room, Timo has changed into sweats and a hoodie and is nodding along to whatever the trainer is saying. He spots you out of the corner of his eye, and his face softens. He walks towards you with his arms open, and you have to refrain from completely throwing yourself at him.

"Timo," you say breathlessly, partially because you ran here and partially because you are relieved to see him.

"Mein Schneckchen," he says softly, pulling you into his arms. He wraps his arms around you and sags into the warmth of your body. It takes some effort not to stumble, Timo is, after all, a 6'1 220lb man.

You tuck your head against his neck and breathe in the comforting scent of him. "You ok?"

Timo presses his cheek to your hair, breathing shakily, "Not to be cheesey or anything, but I'm ok now that you're here," he mutters, tightening his arms around you. You smile against his neck, placing a gentle kiss there.

"I'm just glad you're alright," you say, pulling away. Your hands rest on his biceps, and you squeeze gently, sliding your hands up and sown his arms in comforting motions. His hands are shaking. You lace your fingers with his, bringing both hands up to your mouth and pressing gentle kisses to the back of his knuckles.

"Let's go home," you say softly against his hands.

"Yeah," Timo agrees, draping one arm over your shoulders and tucking the other into his pocket. You wrap one arm around his waist and rest the other on his torso. You lean your head against his shoulders, and he rests his head atop yours as the two you head home.

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stargirlly · 2 months

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yandere!donatello x reader. tw; attempted suicide. themes of obsession, violence and kidnapping. proceed with caution!

“you’ve been sitting here for five minutes, and you haven’t touched your dinner… you should eat."

it takes you a few blinks to come back from your dark headspace of static and noise, but you slowly return back to reality. back to the low light of the lab. his voice was like a bitter taste left on the edge of your tongue, but it awoke you from your self-induced daze.

you tugged at the cuffs on your wrist that kept you restrained to the table. your back facing the silver glow of his lab, the light enveloping you like angels scratching at the skin of your back. he noticed your discomfort at the chains and you swear there was a twitch of a smirk ghosting upon his lips.

“it’s for your own good. i can’t have you trying to run off again, can i?”

he doesn't wait for you to respond before adding, “because then you could get seriously injured! or somehow escape! and what would i do without you?”

you want to scoff, but the dry of your throat doesn't allow you to. so, with a voice full of coarse detest, you muttered out a quick “shut up, donatello,” before regretting how shaky the words snaked out of your mouth.

he doesn't reply, only giving a dry chuckle before returning his gaze to his own desk where he continues to work on God knows what.

tonight he gave you chicken, lined with rice and vegetables that you watched his hand crafted machines chop up just minutes before.

“you should eat up, you’ll need the strength for later.” he doesn't look at you as he says this. but you prefer it that way.

you don’t say anything, glaring at the cold metal that dug into your skin. and you don't dare to touch the food even though your stomach aches and twists like a rope, knawing at you for something to eat.

“i’ll be nicer on you with the experiments tonight if you do.”

you reached your free hand up to your neck and traced your fingers over the bruises and scars across your collarbone, slashes across the bone in bane. you swallowed dry air down your throat before breathing out. "you promise?”

“have i ever lied to you, darling?”

“no… but you’ve misled me.”

“i’ve told you before it was for your own good." he spoke as if he was scolding a child, or more so an experiment than a person, and you hated it.

"i suppose it is only in your nature to despise me now, but you'll understand why i'm doing this eventually."

fat fucking chance.

“but enough of my ramblings. eat, please.”

he gestured to the plate in front of you, the plate accompanied by water in a glass and a cheap fork. and by his tone of voice, you knew his words were a demand rather than a request. still you hesitated before picking up the utensil.

you could try again.

try to take yourself out by your own accord. though he might punish you for even thinking about it… the risk worth the promise you're not sure he would even keep in the first place.

...he probably wouldn't keep his word either way. you grasped onto the fork tightly, taking a deep breath and pulling your arm back as far as the chains would let you.

and you stabbed yourself right in the throat.

or at least, you tried.

it stung like a brief needle to the skin, and nothing more. absolutely nothing.

it wasn’t even bleeding…

you hopelessly laughed at yourself, dropping the fork and feeling at your neck, begging for a wound. begging for the bitter sweet touch of blood. you hands grasped around your throat as tight as you could, tears threatening to pour out, but there was no more left to cry.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck!

your head felt heavy and your breathing was short, but it didn't do anything to stop the beating of your heart.

he grabbed you hands, pulling them away from you as he chastised you with a dark glint in his eye that you couldn't quite catch in the moment. “you already tried that on our first night.”

“don’t you remember that the utensils are plastic? you don’t think i'd trust you with metal or wooden ones, do you?”

“..no..”

“it didn’t work the first time. did you really think it would work this time?”

“...no...”

“you poor, poor thing. we’ll deal with this later.”

we’ll deal with this later... your breathing was harsh at the intentions his words lead to. it was uncomfortable to even blink, you felt a migraine seeping into your head.

"now, eat." you didn't have the energy to fight anymore with your stomach burning your insides at the stake.

you picked up the fork again, hesitating for a moment. but without another word, you began to eat.

the worst thing about donatello, besides your relationship with him, the experiments tested on you for his own sick work of mind... was that the cooking was good. really, really good.

but he would never touch his own work. he would always place a plate of food for you, and never for him.

he told you he didn’t like to eat, he didn’t need to, he claimed. he often didn't sleep, either.

fucking hypocrite.

he watched you with glee, his eyes lighting up like flames shaping burning glass. watching you indulge in the only pleasure you have besides sleep.

he smirked as you struggled to bring the fork to your lips, both from the shackle and from the feeling of past pain.

“is it good?”

you don’t allow him an answer, not indulging him with more than what you're forced to.

you reached for the water and slowly drank. the cold stung your throat with relief and a painful cough.

tomorrow is another day.

you could try again.

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sourlemonsprout · 3 months

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔

Seth x f!reader

Seth doesn't know what to do when SugarBoo is on their period.

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If money wasn't an issue Alphonse needed to worry about, he would've stayed home with you. He knew you were having a horrible day and suffering from unpleasant period symptoms. The cramps had been more intense than usual this month, and he knew you were in genuine pain. Unfortunately, money was tight, and he couldn't afford to keep the shop closed another day. You had told your boyfriend multiple times that you understood and it was okay, but it didn't make him feel any better. Later that day, Al messaged Seth and asked him to check up on you.

Seth had never dealt with this kinda situation before, so he sorta panics when he receives the text from Alphonse. He grabs his jacket and rushes around the house trying to find the keys to his bike. Just before he's about to leave, a thought crosses his mind "Oh shit, should I bring her something??"

He debates for a while on whether or not he should buy you some chocolate. After realizing he'd have to make a trip to Al's shop, he decides against it. Instead, he scrounges around his cupboards and finds an unopened pack of peanut M&M's and shoves that in his pocket before heading off.

You'd been curled up on the couch, half paying attention to the TV show you'd put on, hoping it would distract you from persistent pain knawing in your lower abdomen when you heard the familiar hum of a bike outside. Not long after the hum died down there was a knock at the front door.

Begrudgingly, you roll off the couch and reach the door with one hand clutching at your lower stomach. A small smile dawned on your face when you looked up to see your brown-haired best friend.

"H-hey! A little bird told me you were havin' uh, sort've a crummy day. So I-uh, I came over to check in and see how you were doin'."

Alphonse…

"Well, that was very sweet of you, thanks." Suddenly, a sharp pain that left behind a wave of nausea had you wincing as you clutched your stomach a little harder. Seth's stomach drops the moment he sees your face twist with discomfort.

"Oh shoot, do you want to go back inside Sugar?" his tone was concerned.

"Yeah, wanna come in?" you offered, opening the door a little wider.

"How're you doing…?" He asked nervously, watching you as you swept a blanket off a chair before collapsing back onto the couch.

Well that was a stupid question

"Oh, you know, things could be better," you said flatly with a sigh.

"Sorry to hear that sugar." He says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh! Speakin' of which, I brought somethin' sweet for ya," he says pulling the M&M's out of his pocket and holding them out.

"Thanks," you say, tearing into the Peanut M&M's and popping a handful in your mouth.

After eating a few more pieces of chocolate, you fold the bag in half and rest your hand gently over the top of it on your lap. You closed your eyes and held your breath as your head thudded against the couch. Seth's hands fidgeted restlessly, his lips pinched in a tight line.

fuck what am I supposed to do??

The silence in the room was suffocating. It seemed to engulf Seth, pushing his thoughts to spiral further until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Listen, I uh, I'm gonna be honest, Al asked me to check up on you and I don't really know what to do here," Seth admitted sheepishly.

"I appreciate you being here, but I'll survive on my own if you want to leave." you shrug.

"Aw nah, I'd feel bad ditchin' ya like that Sugar. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it," he stated adamantly.

"Or if you want me outta your hair, I'll leave. You just say the word." He said holding his hands up.

"No, no. It's nice having you here," you say softly.

"If you don't mind, could you grab me some water and Advil?" you say.

"Of course!" he says nearly jumping out of his chair toward the bathroom.

As you patiently wait for Seth to return, you grab the TV remote and start flipping through movie options. When Seth returned, you had already started watching one of your favorite comfort movies.

"Have you ever seen 'Howl's Moving Castle'?" you ask, taking the water from Seth.

"I don't believe I have," he hands you a couple of Advil, then glances up at the TV screen.

"It looks like something Al would've watched," he huffed out a small laugh.

"Would you sit down to watch it with me?" you ask sweetly, patting the spot next to you.

Seth sits down next to you and you lean your head against his shoulder, feeling grateful for his company. As the movie plays on, you both sink deeper into the couch, every muscle in your body relaxed. You lean into Seth's side a little more, trying to absorb more of the heat radiating off his body. You breathed deeply, inhaling the warm yet soft scent of leather and cologne. The sound of Seth's steading breathing makes your eyelids fall heavy, and it's not long before you've drifted off into a quiet slumber. As Seth's gaze fell upon your peacefully sleeping form, a soft smile spread across his lips. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he pulls the blanket up to your shoulders. A warm feeling swells in his chest as he exhales deeply, grateful to be there for you and provide some comfort. It wasn't long before he too was fast asleep, his head lightly resting against yours.

When Alphonse stops by after work, Seth is still there, snoring lightly beside you. He laughs quietly, shaking his head before joining the cuddle pile on the couch on your other side.

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#yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice stuff #yuurivoice fanfic #yv fanfic #fanfic #fluff #yuurivoice fandom #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice sugarboo #writting #period comfort #sourlemonsprout

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dailyadventureprompts · 1 year

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Any opinions/ideas about the Nagpa? They’re basically just Skeksis so I like ‘em

You hit the nail on the head friend, Nagpa are Skeksis with the serial numbers filed off, along with some extra details that we can use for some delightful adventure hooks. Here's some Nagpa lore, with some of my own revisions:

Originally a coven of thirteen wicked mages, The Nagpa sought power above all things, eventually getting it into their heads that if they devoured the flesh of a god, they could ascend to a state of semi-divinity. This led them to attempt to summon, bind, and slay a god/throw their lot in with a divine civil war/whatever blasphemous action works with the backstory of your campaign

For this action, they were cursed so that their appearance befitted their monstrous character (withered vultures) and forced to wander eternally, abandoning their fine holdings and preventing them from easily congregating in one place. Still in possession of their great magic however, it's not unusual to find a Nagpa in possession of a number of lairs, a portable fortress, or flying domicile, skirting the rules of the curse while allowing them to maintain their opulence.

Because of their secretive dealings pre-curse, all Nagpa have an ability to detect when anyone within 100 miles speaks of them or any of their conspirators. They usualy hunt and kill those who are loose lipped about their existence, allowing them to remain secret for centuries and making them amazing narrative boogymen.

Maintaining schemes that last for generations at a time, it's not uncommon for a down-on-their-luck Nagpa to attach itself to some group using its lifetimes of knowledge and magical ability to bargin for what it desires.

Before We get into the adventure hooks, I wanted to share this amazing youtube comment that I found while doing research for this post:

Phileas Liebmann:

This is such a great scene. In just a few shots we learn everything we need to know about the Skeksis: they're decadent, they're cruel, they hold themselves higher than all other life, they despise each other, but are obligated to dine together nonetheless, hinting that they are traditional folk. Show, don't tell at its finest!

Hooks:

The locals speak of a withered figure who stalks about the badlands, trading treasures for secrets and enacting powerful magic at terrible prices. After dealing with one or two knockon effects of this entities dealings, the party end up meeting it through dumb luck or desperate need, at which point the vulture headed man introduces himself with humble modesty as "Your humble Grandfather Greatest". Grandfather can pay in rare treasures if they're willing to do him some favours, each a small step towards his return to true power.

A beloved sage is dead, murdered by magic, and his young apprentice is on the run. The bounty is steep, but when the party catch up to their quarry they hear a very different tale from her recounting: She and her teacher had spent years delving into a trove of lore from a fallen elven kingdom, but were attacked by some kind of vulture-witch after finishing their latest translation. Apparently the creature is still after her, and by telling them she's put them in danger as well.

Finding that a rover's life quite suits her, one of the nagpa has set herself up as advisor to a clan of travelling marauders, making herself indispensable by using her sorcery to aid their raids on various settlements. Convinced that the initial nagpa ritual still could have worked, she steers these brigands towards temples and other holysites looking to strip the meat off demigods and knaw the marrow of saintly relics.

Art

#Nagpa #footnotes on foes #bounty #low level #mid level #bandits #villain #patron #dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #5e #monsters reimagined

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princess-tulip-writes · 2 years

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since you like writing plus size reader how about plus size reader sitting on azriels face? 💕

“all the way down.” azriel ordered, his voice stern and his eyes glaring up at you.

you whined slightly, your hands tightening around his own. “but azriel, what if i squish-“

“knock it off.” he interrupted, letting go of your left hand to push your hips down on his face farther. “now, come on, baby. sit on my face.”

you knawed at your bottom lip nervously, your hesitation evident in your every move. “but, i’m too heavy for that.”

he growled lowly as his disappointment and irritation began to cloud his vision. how could you say that after he’s proved to you many times before that you’re, in fact, not too heavy for him? he’s lifted you over his head before, held you up with no support as he fucked into your cunt standing, carried you in the sky almost every night— wasn’t that enough proof?

obviously not.

he frowned underneath you, staring up at your pretty tummy above him and it took everything in him not to squeeze it.

“i promise you, you’re definitely not too heavy to sit on my face, princess.” azriel spoke softly this time, trying his best to seem calm to try to soothe you.

he seen the hesitation cross your features as your hips lowered slightly, but not fully.

“i promise i can more than handle it, bunny.”

you felt butterflies fly in your tummy at all of his reassuring words, your pussy growing wetter, and the fact that he could see, smell, how wet you getting so closely, had your face turning hot.

he smirked slightly at the sight of your little cunnie almost dripping onto his face, excited to finally get a facefull of you. he’s been working you up to it, knowing how insecure you are about your weight. but, he thought that he had finally completed his task, that you trusted him enough to tell you the truth about what he could handle— obviously not.

“all the way, sweetie. please, let me taste all of you.”

“but- what if i really am too heavy? what if i accidentally suffocate you?”

he chuckled lightheartedly at your worries, now remering just why he fell in love with you in the first place. you were just so cute, so worrisome. you cared so much for him, even putting yourself down for what you thought was his own benefit. he loved you so much.

“if it’ll make you feel better,” he squeezed the hand he was holding reassuringly. “i’ll tug on the bond three times if i need up.” he suggested.

you looked away sheepishly to give it some thought briefly.

“not that i’ll need it.” he mumbled before resting his cheek against one of your plush thighs that surrounded his head. his eyes flickered from your face to your pussy, watching as it clenched around nothing, begging to be touched.

fuck, you were just so wet for him.

“o-okay.” you agreed, your eyes meeting his again.

he had to stop the smile that threatened to spread across his face, excitement bubbling inside of his every limb.

“yeah? gonna sit on my face, princess?”

you nodded sheepishly, waiting for his cue to lower on his face completely.

“do it then.”

#azriel 🌷#azriel shadowsinger smut #azriel smut #azriel x reader smut #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadowsinger x reader #acotar smut #acotar x reader #acotar blurb #a court of thorns and roses smut #azriel blurb #the bat boys 🦇

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angel of small death & the codeine scene

Rebekah Mikaelson x reader

summary: Rebekah was like the drug you couldn't resist. There was only her and to her, there was only you || warnings: drinking || words: 532 || masterlist

"No Rebekah! I'm done."

Rebekah's face twisted with pain. "What?"

"You're never home!" You cry. "I go to bed alone and wake up in a cold bed, this isn't fair. I know that your family is always and forever but I won't be alive forever!"

Rebekah stayed silent, regret knawing at her insides.

Your voice drops to a whisper. "I wanted you to be my forever, whilst I'm around. But I guess I'll never be enough..."

If she couldn't be there for you, you weren't going to stick around for her. This was it. This time you wouldn't go crawling back and be swept up in her aura so easily again. This time you were staying away and moving on.

New Orleans was a big city, plently of places to go where you would never have to see her. The Quarter was easy to avoid when you were trying and boy, were you trying. Soon you would move away from this godforsaken place and forget everything that had happened here.

But tonight, you happened to find yourself holed up in a small bar, nursing your third drink of the night and quietly humming along to the songs on the jukebox. A man had approached you twenty minutes ago, drunkenly flirting and offering to buy you drinks. You'd inwardly cringed at his awkward attempts but warmly accepted his offer of a free drink. There was nothing wrong with free money when it's offered.

You let the sweet feeling of alcohol flood your veins, welcoming the buzz. But the sound of heels stopping directly behind you makes you turn.

Rebekah was standing behind you, her eyes still filled with the same love they had weeks ago. She didn’t say a word but her eyes spoke pages. Tears gathered at her lash line, refusing to fall until you spoke.

"What are you doing here Bex?"

Now they fall. "For you."

You turn back to the bar, nursing your drink in your hand. "We're over Rebekah." You remind her. "I'm done."

There's no reply so you assume she's walked away. You drop your head down to your chest, screwing your eyes shut and casting her out of your mind.

"I walked away from my family. For real, this time. I cut them off." Rebekah was still standing behind you, watching you. She had cut off her family, the ones she had been so attached to for a milennia. All for you.

You turn back around to face her with a smile. "Really?"

She nods and promises, "Anything for you."

Her hand threads itself through your hair, tugging as she pulls you closer. Her lips were so soft, so kissable. They met yours with vigour and you felt yourself melt into her embrace. Rebekah loved you, she always had. No matter how many times you had had enough, she was always there. She always came back.

It always felt right with Rebekah. Her body pressed against yours as you weaved your way out of the bar and back to your apartment. Bex was done with her old life, chasing after her brothers and helping to solve their mistakes. She could live apart from them, together with you.

taglist: @aoi-targaryen

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pretentiousgayguyidk · 9 months

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~Flowers For You~

(Name) huffed, pacing around camp and running his fingers through his hair stressfully. He had been doing this for the past hour. It was getting late, although his watch was probably off, it didn't make it any better. 8:23 it read.

"Son? Why don't you take a seat, you- you're wearing yourself thin with all this- pacing!" The elderly man fretted, waving his hands around as he called out to the stressed man. (Name) sighed, his brows pinched with worry and his hair in disarray from him messing with it. He turned to Dale, crossing his arms and hugging himself.

"He should have been back by now, Dale! What if something happened? We all know Shane and Rick ain't gonna look for him... And nobody's gonna let me go after him..." He trailed off, swallowing hard as more nasty images of what could have happened out there. Dale nodded a little in understanding, stepping a little closer to his younger companion.

"Look, it'll all be okay. I- Daryl is tough, he can handle himself. Probably just found something and got caught up." The elder man reassured, gently patting (Name) on the shoulder. (Name) hugged himself tighter, knawing at his lip.

"He took a horse. There's no way he would have been out this long... Even if he got caught up- or found something he would have been back by now. I mean, Rick and Shane got back hours ago! All of the groups got back hours ago." He ranted, throwing his hands every which-a-way. Distress was practically oozing from every pore on the man's body.

"Walker. Walker!" Andrea cried out from the RV. Rick ran out of his tent looking up at Andrea with concern. (Name) felt his stomach drop a little, he clutched onto his biceps harder.

"Dale, binoculars." He demanded, a bad feeling settling into his stomach. The older man nodded, handing the object over.

"Is it just the one?" He asked, she nodded and aimed her rifle. (Name) raised the binoculars, trying to see the walker through the glare. He could barely see it, there's no way Andrea could hit it from here.

"I think I can nail it from here!" She shouted, cocking her gun. Rick raised his hand as Shane and the others grabbed their weapons. (Name) sighed, pulling out his knife and running with the other's as Rick shouted something about Hershel wanting to deal with it.

Now (Name) was cursing himself for being a lazy shut in, his legs ached and his lungs burned as he ran. He wasn't the most physically inclined, usually staying back with the women and kids to watch over the farm instead of searching. He leaned against his knees, wheezing a little as he caught his breath.

Fear struck him harder than lightning. The very man he was fretting over was standing before him. Drenched in blood, limping, ears strung around his neck.

"Is that Daryl?" Glen whispered, everyone stood on silent fear as Daryl swayed.

"That's the third time you pointed that thing at my head! You gonna pull the trigger or what?" Everyone sighed with relief when the redneck spoke. (Name) stepped a little closer and opened his mouth to say something. The loud crack of Andrea's rifle echoed throughout the fields as blood splaters, Daryl fell to the ground.

"Daryl!?" (Name) screamed, falling down to the arbalist's side and gently turning his head. The bullet grazed him. His ears rang as the shot echoed through his head, he watched in a daze as the others lifted his close friend who had fallen unconscious.

"He lost a good amount of blood, probably needs at least one transfusion. Do any of you know his blood type?" Hershel asked, looking between (Name), Shane, and Rick. They all shake their heads.

"No... But you can still take mine." (Name) stated, stepping forward with his arm held out. Hershel and the others were about to object. "My blood types O-."

"Well. That makes this a whole lot easier. Better hope that you don't ever need a transfusion yourself." The old man stated, cleaning off a needle and carefully inserting it into the young man's arm, carefully drawing the blood. The young man winced, looking the other way - glancing down at Daryl, who was still unconscious. (Name) gave the unconscious man a weak smile, silently thanking his mostly safe return.

After the one transfusion along with several stitches, Daryl was mostly okay, aside from a slight concussion. If it weren't for the bolt he probably would have been up and about by now. Yet (Name) wasn't one to complain, just glad his hillbilly friend was okay.

It took Rick and Shane shooing him away before he left Daryl's side, even after that Daryl never strayed to far from his mind. With a stressed sigh (Name) finds himself walking along the forest line, as he walks he freezes. Within the forest he can hear raspy growling of a hungry Walker. He shakily pulls out his knife and inches closer to the sound.

A women, crushed under a mossy log lay there, clawing and scraping at the dirt and air. A few feet to her left were the sprouts of delicate buds of dark maroon roses. (Name) smile a little, carefully stepping closer without getting grabbed to pluck the fullest bud. It wasn't in full bloom but it was deffinatly close, any other occasion he would have let it grow more - but with the recent incident he couldn't help but pluck it.

He gently cradled the flower as he plunged his knife into the walkers skull, finally putting the gardener to rest.

With a soft smile playing on his lips (Name) happily made his way home, tying up his (light/dark) hair. It had gotten so long already, Carol had given him a hair tie to help.

"Dale? You got anything I could use as like... A vase?" The younger man questioned, peaking into the camper. Dale blinked a little, then turning and somewhat speratically looking around. He eventually settled in opening a cabinet and handing (Name) a cup.

"Here you go son, you giving it to someone?" The elder asked, gesturing to the flower. (Name) nodded slowly, looking vaguely in the direction of Hershel's house. The young man clearly had someone in mind... And Dale caught on quick, smiling at the young adult. "Go ahead and give it to him, I'll uh... Distract Shane and Rick if I have to."

"Thank you Dale," the young man says, smiling lopsidedly with a new pep in his step - his heart no longer as heavy as he holds the budding rose in the cup close to his chest.

He sneaks his way into the house with the help of Maggie, the younger woman distracting her dad a little as (Name) slipped into the guest room... Surprised to see Daryl awake.

"Hell d'you want..." the arbalist grumbles. (Name) smiles sheepishly, gently setting the flower aside... It wasn't much, but it was something.

"I just... Wanted to check up on you, you feeling alright? Well... As alright as you can." He says with a soft chuckle, which inturn made Daryl grunt in his lazy laugh manner.

"About as fine and dandy as I can... Whatever, I found a lead on the little girl - that's all that matters 'round here." He says, grunting as he tries to sit up a little - some of the scarring on his chest and back catching (Name)'s eye... Though he didn't question it.

"A lead?" He asks, sitting at the side of the bed - which Daryl accepted surprisingly enough. The messy archer grunted a little, his usual lazy reply to any conversation.

"Found her doll, she could'a gone to the little neighborhood or somethin'." He says, pulling the doll out of his waistband - shaking it slightly to emphasize what he said. (Name) nods, gently placing his hand over Daryl's - a subconscious gesture that almost got him slapped away... Key word almost.

"You did good on her today, ain't no one gonna give you shit... If they try I'll knock their teeth out." He says in a light hearted way, knowing that Daryl isn't one for sentimentals... (Name) didn't mind finding round about ways to talk about it.

"Yeah yeah... Whatever, thanks for the flower..." Daryl grumbles, sounding annoyed but (Name) knew Daryl was grateful... And (Name) does something surprising... He kisses Daryl's temple, that is before standing up and turning to walk away.

"Get some rest..." He whispers, leaving before the slightly flustered and confused redneck could respond... "The hell was that?"

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boowritess · 1 year

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Tough Nights

kyle gaz garrick x reader

a/n: i just want to hold him and comfort him tbh so have this- this been sitting in my drafts forr weeks sooo whoops- hope ya'll have a good christmas♡

gaz feels his whole body drop, causing him to jerk up, eyes flying open, grabbing onto anything closest to him. his hearts pounding, he feels like he can't breathe- it's dark. why is it dark? it's quiet. why is it quiet?

but every time he closes his eyes and tries to breathe in, all he can see is the world upside down, the rush of cars flying past him, the smell of gunpowder and dust. it's all a blur. gaz can hear the muffled words of nikolai, the distant sound of gunfire and holy fuck he was falling- there was a truck coming at him-

"kyle?" a sweet clear voice calls to him, and when he opens his eyes, there's a soft warm light. "babe?"

"y/n?" he rasps, still trying to catch his breath. he realizes where he is. what he's doing. one of his hands was clenched onto the headboard, while the other was fisted into a pillow next to him.

you shift next to him, gently reaching out to touch his arm that was closest, the one that was grasping the wooden headboard. unbeknownst to you, it dumps kyle with a wave of relief. that he isn't hanging from the damn helicopter. that he isn't alone.

but he can't get out've it. "i- i can't- i don't know-" he gasps breathless. he knows he's home. with you. he can feel your gentle touch, he can smell you, see you look at him with such softness it floods him with love- but he just can't escape that moment.

"shh, that's alright baby, breathe." you hush, carefully removing the pillow behind him, you take it's place and lean your body against him. resting your cheek against his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his front, placing your hand over his heart, letting the other slip between you both to rub his back. your legs locked on either side of him "take your time, baby. m'right here." you murmer against his heated skin. gently breathing in and out, holding him.

your body is cool against his heated clammmy skin, steady breaths a stark contrast to his shaky ones. but everytime you smooth your palm up his back and back down, he finds himself falling into a rythem of breathing in and out in sync. letting the rise and fall of your chest guide him. the weight of your body against him wraps around him like a safety net.

when you can start to feel the tension in his body relax, his arms now limp at his side, slowly, you start to lean back, slipping your other arm to his front, holding him close all the while whispering, "i gotchu baby. i got you." you relax against the headboard, his hand reaching up to cover yours that had been over his heart.

you're nuzzling the side of his head, as his other hand reaches up to cup the back of your head. his head turns, seeing you resting yours on his shoulder. he's not just looking at you, but he's absorbing every detail of your face. it's not one that's judging or calculated, not one that makes you feel like you're being picked apart. the way he looks at you makes you feel like it's just you two in the whole world.

he stares at you like you're his saving grace. the answer to his prayers. an angel sent down to protect him. brown eyes soaking you in like it's his first time seeing you. it's a comfort to him as he looks at you, allowing you to fill his senses, to ground him, to remind him that he's with you and not falling.

yet guilt knaws at him. he feels selfish. greedy. a burden. that he's sure you'd be better off without him.

"kyle." your voice is sterner and your face is tense, fuck he know he's messed up- then you're cupping his face, leaning forward to brush away his tears, shit. he had been crying? "kyle. talk to me, love." you murmer, lips brushing his cheek, hands holding him. "kyle, my love-"

"you don't deserve this. i don't deserve you-" he chokes out, when he tries to turn away, you hold still, turning him to look at you but his eyes are cast down, tears falling from his lashes, "i-i don't-"

"kyle stop. look at me. please, kyle look at me." when he does he's met with a soft smile on your face, "why do you say this? hm? tell me."

"you shouldn't have to be with someone that's riddled with- whatever the fuck is wrong with me. someone who's home to hold you every night. who isn't gone for weeks and months." it all comes out. insecurities that had been burrowed deep down, that come out all because of a stupid memory. he's alive- he knows he's alive, yet there was a slim chance that he could've been coming home to you in a wooden box and he tells you.

he doesn't know what he expected you to do. to cuss him out? yell at him? claim that he's right and leave? now that thought had his heart hammering. but you do none of that. you listen to him. hold him like he's your lifeline. and to you he is. you catch his tears with tip of your fingers. stare at him with no judgement but a softness and gentleness that has him trembling.

"i could die on the feild and leave you-"

"leave me? kyle you would die but you would never leave me." your word have his brows furrowing, "you'ld be with me every second, every breath i take, you'ld be with me. you could die, yes. i know that. but the memory of you could never go. each and every one so important to me, from the way you like your tea, to the way you laugh at the dumbest jokes,"

"i would never trade you for someone simply because there are days you aren't here. every moment we spend together is so fulfilling that i know i could never experience the same with another person." before he could turn away to hide the flush of his skin, you're capturing his chin, looking at him with a steady gaze.

"there is nothing wrong with you. do you understand? what you go through my love, i could never fault you for how you react to it now." you murmer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

all the while he stares at you with such softness and vulnerability that you knew you could never find in another. as if you needed any other when all you needed was here in your arms.

"i love you." he says, voice tender. "fuck. i love you. will always love you."

"always?" there's a slight tease in your tone.

he nods. "always."

"i love you kyle." you say, wiping away the last of his tears. "will always love you."

"always?" he whispers as you drape your arms over him, holding, touching, while he does his best to do it back.

as you nuzzle into his shoulder, you respond, "unfortunately." he feels your smile against his skin, while he turns to nip your exposed ear, smiling at the small squeal that releases from you. he's quick to kiss where he nipped. trailing a line of kisses till your turning to look at him. "always." you confirm, a grin falling on his face before your lips meet.

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berrymoos · 5 months

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❝❪ 🌧 〜 sea salt on snow. ❫❞

ʚɞ—fandom pairing: trolls. rg!branch, a dabble of cg!poppy

ʚɞ—summary: the telltale fuzz of tinyspace knaws at branch's brain when he storms off the bus. (canon compliant!)

ʚɞ—cw(s): angst. hurt/very little comfort. minor spoilers for trolls 3.

ʚɞ—a/n: a truck of inspo hit me in the middle of the night, i blacked out, then woke up at 2am with words mysteriously on my screen. here's some soup, happy belated holidays <3

the snow is cold underneath bare feet and the wind bites with jagged teeth at skin exposed by under-prepared dressing, but branch presses forward regardless of his discomfort, swallowing the burning throb of panic clawing its way out of his chest. tears threaten his eyes, build upon the brim of his eyelids, blur his vision with the flurry falling all around, but he wipes them away with an angry fist. there isn't any use crying about his mess, now.

he sets his jaw and glues his gaze to the wobbling images ahead of him, flicking his ears as though to rid the words he hears, but they're incessant gummy worms and they stick; they wriggle into his brain and burrow into him with a lack of mercy: “you didn't think we’d live together when this was all over, did you?”

it stings. it stings to reflect on the revelation that his body still remembered every move and every step when jd and spr– bruce dragged him into an impromptu performance; it stings to feel the bear hugs, the tossing, the cheek-smushing linger on his skin, the joy they all expressed upon seeing him after so long; it stings to recognize the age-old feeling of his own happiness deflate into a limp balloon when he learns their mission is simply that — a mission. to save floyd and nothing else.

perhaps, deep down, branch had a niggling suspicion all along that things were too good to be true, and once more he was proven right. john dory, bruce, clay, even floyd to a lesser extent abandoned him before he was out of diapers and never once attempted to reach out, to find his location, to see if he was just alive; of course they wouldn't want to stay together with him– for him. they never bothered trying to all those years ago, anyway.

he isn't unlovable—right? it isn't his fault—right?

their voices—loud within the walls of the bus, accusing one another, angry, frustrated at jd—ping-pong across his head. with shaking legs branch’s shuddering breath catches on a hook and yanks a choked sob from his throat. all at once his brain scrambles, buzzes, slushes like sea salt on snow, then yanks him under. why here? why now? without– without–

a hand catches a blue one from behind, delicate but too sudden nevertheless. branch yanks away and whirls around only to stumble over his own two feet, grey-blue fur bristling on instinct … but her taffy pink skin and her worried magenta eyes, let alone her frowning red lips crumbles every bit of him before any words can be prepared. with another sob that wracks his shoulders forward, the brittle twig all but collapses into poppy’s warmth, scrambles to clutch onto any part of her that can stabilize him in the littlest bit (the front of her dress: soft against his palms and soothing to squeeze), hiccups a breath, and wails.

#trolls agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere fics #🧸．berry's fics #i was halfway thro writing this when i realized it actually wasnt snowing in the og scene. erm.#also hc that trolls have fur bc yuh :3 #if u saw that glitch no the hell u didnt /silly

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takami-takami · 1 year

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*descends from the heavens at a terrifying speed, followed by ungodly screeching on the way down before splatting on the ground in front of you*

I HAVE HEARD A REQUEST FOR HAWKS COMFORT AND I HAVE COME TO DELIVER.

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Hawks is literally one of the most OBSERVANT people on the planet. He had to be, that's part of his specifically learned skill-set. So naturally, he knows the telltale signs of you being upset.

How you chew on your thumbnail when you're over thinking. Picking at your skin when you're anxious. Absent mindedly twirling your hair, accidentally pulling it when you twist too tightly around your finger. Knawing on your lower lip when something is bothering you. Drumming your fingers on whatever flat surface is available.

He knows it all. He sees it all.

So imagine that he comes home after a particularly grueling day, only to find you under the covers of your shared bed, sobbing your little eyes out. Oh how your cries break his heart.

Immediately he's on you, hands reaching, searching, trying to find any injuries, trying to make sure you're not physically hurt at all. He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds no harm to your body, but it's short lived when he realizes that the pain you're feeling is coming from the inside.

"Hey, hey, hey, little bird. It's okay. It's okay. Shhh...shhhh...shhh...I'm here. I'm here."

He pulls you into his lap, a hand cupping your temple as he presses his lips to your forehead. You tremble and shake in his arms. He unfurls his wings, bringing them around the two of you to shield you both in a crimson, feathery cocoon. You cry harder as you fist the material of his shirt, tears soaking his uniform.

Keigo knows better than to try and get you to talk while in this state. He understands that you need to feel your feelings and cry it all out. So he waits. Patiently. Stroking your back with his free hand, rubbing soothing circles into your spine and shoulder blades, gently shushing you when you start to hiccup and cough from your crying.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. Just breathe. Can you do that for me? Show me how. Show me."

He places a hand on your chest, carefully applying enough pressure to push down but not enough to cause any hurt. You suck in a heaving breath, choking on your own air and tears.

"There you go. Breathe in," he inhales deeply, never taking his eyes off you. You shudder, attempting to mimic him, spluttering just a bit, but he doesn't waver. He inhales again, waiting for you to follow suit. After a few tries, you manage. "There we go. Hold it. Hold it. Hoolllldddd it."

You glare at him through watery eyes, earning a chuckle from him. "Alright. And breathe out."

You release the breath you were holding, smacking him in the chest. He laughs out an "Ow!" hand running over the spot you hit. "Easy there, kid. I'm fragile!"

You roll your eyes, sniffing. "Your ego might be..." you mutter under your breath.

"Now that's just hurtful."

You huff out an amused breath, lips tugging at the corners. You feel your chin being tipped up and then a pair of sparkling golden eyes meet yours. A soft smile rests on his face. His thumb wipes away any traces of tears.

"There you are," he whispers softly. "There's my baby bird."

You snuggle into his chest, his arms adjusting around you to pull you closer. You're exhausted, all energy completely zapped from your little crying session.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His chin is resting on top of your head. You shrug.

"Not really." You slowly attempt to untangle yourself from his arms. "It's stupid anyway." But even as you say it, the familiar sting of salt returns to the corners of your eyes.

His arms tighten around you. "Okay. We don't have to talk about it. Not now. Not later. Not ever if you don't want to." You hear his wings shift and next thing you know, you're straddling his lap, facing him. His gaze searching yours, those bright avian eyes trained on you, not missing anything.

"It's not stupid," he assures you. You try dipping your chin down, but his fingers lightly squeeze your lower jaw, a silent command for you to not look away. "It's not stupid. Not when it comes to you. Never when it comes to you. Hell, you could've told me that the reason you were crying and I wouldn't have thought twice about it."

You raise a brow and now suddenly he won't meet your eyes. Then you spy a slight pink flush slowly creeping up his neck.

You snort.

Liar.

Thumping his nose, he bats your hand away. "Okay. Okay. That might be a little bit of a silly reason." Again, another flick to the nose. "Alright, alright. That would be a very silly reason." He brings your attention back to him, looking at you with such compassion, such devotion, it made something stir in your chest. "But it wouldn't make me think any less of you. It wouldn't make me love you any less. We all have our bad days, kid, and we all have our different ways of coping. So cope how you need to. Cry, scream, rage, eat your weight in ice cream--I don't care. All I ask is that at the end of the day, you let me in. Let me be there when you hurt. Let me hold you while you cry. Hell, save a spoon for me and I'll gorge with you."

You giggle. Your first real sound of laughter and Keigo feels as if he's flying. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, lingering for a split second, savoring the taste and feel of you before pulling back. "Just....don't shut me out, okay? We're a team, remember? Team Love Dove."

You groan at his obnoxious eyebrow waggle. "Oh God, let the name die," you plead, shoving at his chest, knocking him backwards. He lands with a dramatic heap, feathers fanning out over the mattress, arm thrown over his eyes.

"You wound me, baby bird. I thought you liked Team Love Dove."

"Only a bird brain would think something as cringy as 'Love Dove' would be a good team name." You climb off of his lap, only to nestle down beside him in the sheets, curling up next to him. He cuddles with you, draping a wing over your body, having it act as a blanket. You reach up and trace his feathers with your index finger. No matter how many times you touch his wings, you are always so shocked at how soft they are. Like the feathers on a baby duck.

Keigo sighs, his own exhaustion getting the better of him. His body sinks into the mattress, head laying flat against the pillow. He draws out a loud, annoying, exaggerated yawn, causing you to roll your eyes again. "But I'm your bird brain."

"You're something, alright." Your fingers run through his hair, the same softness in his scarlet wings reflected in those sunshine colored wispy locks. His eyes droop, blinks getting slower and more drawn out.

You press a kiss to his shoulder, slowly working your way up his neck, peppering his jaw before landing on his lips again.

"Hey, Bird Brain."

"Mhmm?"

"Thank you."

He cracks one eye open, giving you a smirk that balances somewhere between lazy and sleepy.

"Love you, baby bird."

"I love you too."

"Team Love Dove forever?"

His question is cut off by a pillow smacking him in the face.

"Go to sleep, you insufferable flamingo."

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I HOPE THIS BROUGHT A LITTLE BIT OF COMFORT TO YOU OR AT LEAST PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE. 💙💙

This literally lulled me under some kind of a trance.

#hey excuse me WTF HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD #i have no words #saving this #ohhhhhhh my god #this cured me #GOD THIS IS. I DONT HAVE WORDD

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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Sexting your lover, doctor strange, who had to portal too you in the middle of the day for a quickie, because you got him so riled up.

‘Quickly’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

PROBS ONE OF MY FAVES IVE DONE SO FAR. tysm for the idea love u <33

SMUT SO MINORS SHOO x

Your fingernails tapped at the panes of your wine glass as you glanced at the clock in your apartment. Carding your fingers through your hair, you let out an exhale of boredom until your small sips of the scarlet Tempramillo turned into large obnoxious gulps.

Your day was filled with tingles.

Literally.

You found your thoughts straying away from your normal mundane everyday tasks with your very special and...talented friend, Stephen Strange. You would be doing something normal and then remind yourself of what he did to you the night before, it made your thighs tingle and your cheeks flush. You couldn't exactly explain to anybody the reason to why your head was hung low and why your teeth were knawing at your bottom lip in attempts to conceal your shit eating grin. The thrill of secrecy was what made your relationship that much more sexy.

You needed to taste him again. But he was busy.

He made hard work of letting you know never to call him or text him when he was working or on another ghastly, death dependant mission; though you never really drilled the consequences of it in your head. If he calls for you, forever you'd stay. You dabbled with the idea of sending him some naughty pictures- you'd pay good money to see his face blush in the moment of imminent danger. Maybe you'd call him, breathe and moan into the phone and whisper sweet dirty nothings as he tries to stifle his desire for you while he was out on the field. Feeling dangerous, you paced around your apartment as you grasped your phone and called him. You knew he'd be furious but isn't that what you wanted?

‘’I'm busy. I told you not to call me while I'm working.’’ Stephen clenched his teeth in annoyance at your endless disrespect. When he felt the glare of his phone screen light up, he knew he'd have to entertain you and your antics; he was spending his time disintigrating a few cosmic enemies but you wouldn't give him a choice. You were relentless.

‘’I miss you.’’ You whispered through the phone, needing to feel the richness of his voice in real time and not just through a phone line.

‘’What?’’ Stephen rasped at you and you could just sense that his eyebrows were creasing in anger, seething at your inconvenient timing but mostly startled at the fact that you called him for once.

‘’Come here.’’ You flicked your tongue from your front two teeth, exhaling out seductively. Your breath was all honeyed and rosy, you knew he wasn't going to give in that easily.

‘’I'm busy.’’ He stated all deadpan after hearing a pained grunt in the background, your thighs tingled at the thought he was literally obliterating some goon whilst being on the phone with you. You felt so important to him.

‘'I'm wet.’’

Stephen's eyebrows quirked at the statement and his mouth fell dry...or was he drooling? He couldn't figure it out let alone decide. You were getting off on saying all of this at such an inconvenient time and he wondered how wet you'd feel after he spanked the disrespect out of you, you made him look like an idiot in the middle of working and his expression was anything but kind as his muscles were tense from frowning.

‘’Get yourself off, I'm not dealing with you right now.’’ Stephen found the rest of his sentient composure to bark orders at you and stop you from distracting him from such a perilous pursuit. You pouted and he could practically hear it through the phone, you obviously didn't get the answer you were attempting to draw out of him; you paused for a moment.

‘’Why would I get myself off when you can make me feel so good all by yourself? Besides, don't you want your hands on me when I'm right here... waiting for you, wanting you more than anything?’’ You countered and Stephen felt himself melt at such articulate words, no one had ever admitted to him they wanted him so desperately and it made his heart thump through his chest. He sighed in defeat.

‘’Come on. We went at it for hours yesterday. Are you not worn out?’’ His voice was hushed, almost as if he was embarrassed and scared for anyone to hear him.

‘’I. Want. More. Stephen.’’

He hung up before he was about to get hard on the battle field, he was frustrated and aroused at the same time now and it was an undeniably toxic combination. His mind was pacing the kilometeres of multiple countries, he was being pulled to every direction but he couldn't really care because all he could think about was you. The way you sounded. The way you breathed through the phone. The way he could practically envision the array of positions he could have you in by now.

Stephen was mad at himself, mad at his lack of self control when it came to you but sometimes disorder is needed and you for one pulled him into that sphere. When he thought he had the slightest chance of getting over that little stunt of yours, you obviously had to go ahead and prove him wrong by any means. The immortal pings of your constant texts made him believe you were now trying your hand at begging which he found impossibly adorable...but that wasn't the case.

Fuck. You.

Honestly.

You sent him a multitude of pictures, completely bare in your stance and so obviously pleased with yourself. Perfect tits, perfect body, perfect face...everything about you was so perfect. Except when you try to cock tease him out of his duties and obligations. Devil disguising herself as a naive little angel. The thought of you naked had the whole world tipping on its side.

- Have I got your attention now?

Seriously. Fuck. You. He thought to himself.

Stephen couldn't say no. He was struggling against your siren like disposition.

Fuck it, he bit the dreaded bullet and conjured the portal that would lead to the demise you had been cruel enough to beg from him.

There you were, unforgiving and naked wearing nothing but a half smile as he stepped foot into your apartment. A wet dream wasn't even in the ball park of where you were right now. You made your way over to him and you were so close your bodies could barely fit a pin between you.

‘’Quickly.’’ He gritted and you responded by encompassing your lips onto his, sighing as you finally got a taste of the release you've been craving. It was as if Stephen was despairing, a moral battle between his consciousness and his rationale against his dick and heart. He felt your lips curl up into a smile against his.

He bit at your lips and chin in repose, his mouth travelling to the slender curve of your neck made you sigh in relief.

‘’You knew what you were doing.’’ He groaned before hoisting you up and carrying you to your bedroom to fuck the living daylights out of you, you were more than asking for it now.

‘’Of course I do.’’ You exhaled as Stephen threw you on the bed, unremorseful of where you landed.

‘’You know just how to do it, isn't that right baby.’’ It wasn't a question or a statement but a very unhealthy middle ground. He'd never called you baby before. Baby sounds so intimate and it made your cheeks flush crimson. '

‘’You know just how to get me this way. To make me want you this way.’’ Stephen said bitterly as he began undressing himself. Even when you've seen Stephen's body a million times you're still rendered speechless when he exposes the ripples of his chest, the bulk of his biceps and the sheer size of his cock. You were sprawled out on the bed waiting for him to wreck you into another dimension and he reckons you look like a fallen angel all for him to savour and have.

‘’I think I just know what you like.’’ You bit your lip and stared up at him through your thick fluttery lashes. Stephen fawned over you and grasped at your wrists and held them in a tight iron like grip above your pretty little head, he bent his head down and bit at your hard nipple and it made a gasp erupt out of you.

Stephen's hard glare was a response in itself. He didn't give you any forewarning or preparation as he rammed himself into you recklessly, you wanted to rough up his hair so bad but his fingernails were gripping into the skin of your wrists. The small gasp and the intense eye contact you made when he sunk into you was his favourite part of these little moments he shared with you. Your whimpers were becoming louder and louder as he moved over you in a rough, unrelenting and unceasing rhythm. He kissed your lips and it felt like you were done for.

‘’Dear God Stephen. You're so big it hurts.’’You whined against him as he stretched your insides out deliciously, he perked up at your struggle to even speak.

‘’Good.’’ He seethed. It was his turn to punish you; you risked his life by being such a cock tease but it seemed you liked being punished so brutally the way you began to whisper your own dirty little words.

Yes. Fuck me. Right there.

Though what really did him in was: ‘’You're so fucking good Stephen.’’

It was him that was making you feel like this, this good.

Although his favourite was: ‘’I don’t feel bad for any of it.’’

You just had to reinforce your bad behaviour that much more to prove a pointed that didn't need to be proven. You felt so invigorating, he couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone so bad it would make him portal his way out of his work just to be with them. Stephen's skin was on fire. His muscles were tense. His body moved in and out of you with no abandon, the heat gathering and spreading from his cock to the side of his neck, the place where you were biting at now like an animal. You called out Stephen's name in a broken whine as your hips bucked beneath him.

‘’Beautiful, horny, impatient little fuck.’’ He snapped and spat at you and it made your mind echo in thunder as your body convulsed beneath him, feeling your release come to fruition. Pleasure pulls tight in the base of your abdomen and you felt the coil begin to dissipate.

You screamed out his name, toes curling as your orgasm hit you harden than a brick. A breath shuddered from Stephen as he painted your insides with himself, he was still throbbing at your disposition. Wide eyed, tensed brow and mouth agape in an ungodly amount of pleasure. You clung to him as wild eyes met each other, exhales of arousal escaped both of your throats. It was as if you had never done this to each other before the way you were gawking at each other. Your tongue slotted against his, you bit his lip sharply and tugged it back before ultimately breathing the words Stephen would treasure for the rest of his days:

‘’I want you inside me forever.’’

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#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Eren Jaeger College AU! FEM Reader Drabble

I was going through my notebook and found this, made me smile so hopefully makes someone else smile too!

A group chat is a fascinating thing, (Y/N) has learned this from observation alone.

On day one of college, she met Sasha and Connie, who immediately created a group chat and started adding to it with their growing social circle.

As it stands, that Group Chat includes Ymir, Krista, Jean, Marco, Eren, Armin and Mikasa. A full house as far as she's concerned.

Now, (Y/N) is an active participant in most face-to-face conversations and isn't shy within her friend group, but she so rarely makes an appearance in the group chat that her friends seem to have forgotten that she's even in it.

This would result in a rather delightful conversation.

'Yo Eren, how's yer face?' It's Connie who initiates the shenanigans, drawing her eye away from homework and internet surfing.

Jaeger responded with nothing more than an angry emoji, he uses that one a lot with this bunch.

Ymir is quick to join in with a quip that has (Y/N) frowning curiously at the screen.

'(N/N) Sure was rockin' that skirt today, huh Jaeger?'

'Shut the fuck up.' Was Eren's eloquent reply.

Armin joined in next, with a slew of gaping emojis. 'You took a basketball to the face because you were looking at poor (N/N)'s butt?!'

'Just say ass dude.' Connie interjected. 'Besides, ya know Eren's into (N/N), never mind that her ass is awesome.'

'Connie!' Krista scolded, and she swore she could have heard Ymir laughing.

'You, keep your eyes off her ass, and I was not staring!' Eren defended.

'Yes, you were. You really should be more careful, Eren.'

'Oh ho! Mikasa said it so it must be true!' Declared Sasha, her chatbox was now 60% emojis.

(Y/N) knawed nervously at her lower lip, had she looked bad that day? Bad enough for Eren to take his eyes off the ball? She knew she shouldn't have worn that skirt.

'Guys, please don't say anything to her. She was really unsure about wearing that today, it was out of her comfort zone.' Leave it to Krista to use that incredible empathy for good.

'Are you kidding me?! She's got no business looking that damn good and being insecure about it! She looked incredible!'

(Y/N)'s jaw dropped, reading Eren's words over and over again, making sure she's read them right, that they came from him.

'Uh oh, here he goes again.' Sasha rolled her eyes in emoji.

'The fanboy rant has begun ladies and gentlemen!' Connie declared.

'I'm not a damn fanboy, I just have eyes!'

'Then ask her out instead of telling us how pretty she is over and over again!' Marco huffed.

'First of all, she's not pretty, she's fucking stunning. Secondly, I'm not asking her out until I know the perfect way to do it.'

'Just ask her goddamnit! You go over to her place twice a week already, how much easier could it be?!' Jean replied.

Eren's response was a middle finger, and a unicorn emoji.

Ymir jumped in before the chat devolved into those idiots cursing at each other.

'Dude, worst she can do is turn you down, chicks used to turn ya down all the time so what's the holdup?'

'The holdup is I actually care about her!'

(Y/N) had to look away, her face growing hot, no doubt bright red. She's had a feeling about Eren's crush for at least a month, but the confirmation made her no less giddy.

With the adrenaline pumping, she opened his private chat before she lost the courage, and started typing.

"She isn't going to say no."

#aot fluff #aot x female reader #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x fem reader #attack on titan #drabbles that fell out of a notebook

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darkleysgarden · 1 year

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Rats

Warnings: Blood, referenced abuse, slight suicidal thoughts

Words: 1687

Pair: Barbatos and Diavolo

Type: Angst

Blood was dried to the side of his face. His body was ruined.

He lay there, clothes torn, body bloody.

He was nothing of the man he once was.

His body held a strange sort of desperation. It was almost like his body wished for him to live.

How strange....

See, Barbatos was done with his life.

He'd been here since the start of time, he'd be here until the end. That is, unless he was terminated from existence.

His master was so painfully cruel. He'd served many masters before. They all feared him.

They thought of his time powers as a threat; something that needed to be forced into submission.

Barbatos should not be weak. But, oh, he is so unbelievably weak.

Tears ran down his already wet, stained cheeks. A horrible sob broke free of him. A cough tore out from his torn and painful lungs. Blood shot from his lips.

Everything was fuzzy, in a way. Pain was all he felt. He, frankly, had no idea if his masters goal was to kill him. Barbatos made an excellent butler, yet a terrible foe. Did he need to be eliminated?

Sob after sob tore from his lips, his body, nearly limp, lay on the ground, blood oozing painfully.

He was far to gone to heal himself. None of his time abilities could save him now. He had no urge to travel back in time. His life has been nothing but pain and suffering. He's been mistreated by every single being he has has the misfortune of calling his master.

Switching to a different timeline was an option. Yet, part of him was too scared to. He'd always been acutely aware of the fact that he was in throwaway timelines. He has never been to the main timeline. He avoided it at all costs. Why? Hard to say. Fear? He's never been treated well in any timeline that was considered to be a throwaway. Why would the main timeline offer hospitality and joy? That was just nonsensical.

His body was disgusting and ruined. Rats and bugs attracted to his pain and suffering. The rats especially. The castle was infested with those terrible gray rodents. When his master fled and left only food and his body, they were attracted.

Barbatos probably put off the most delightful smell for them. They knawed at him, pain shooting through him at the feelings. That is, until he stopped feeling.

Through all the pain, his brain began to give up. He was lying in the grave, waiting for his tomb to be enclosed. Pitiful.

Those awful creatures tormented him, crawling onto his face with their disgusting disease covered bodies.

Fear and suffering.

Vaguely, he could tell that he was screaming and sobbing. His mind dissociated from this fact. Everything was left to loose, but he felt like he already lost all he needed.

His heart thrummed in his ears, breath coming quickly and painfully loud. Those sounds were the only two he could hear before they were joined by the overly obnoxious yet twistedly sweet sound of a child's laughter.

Barbatos had never been a child himself, never had any of his own, hardly even seen one. Was this his minds way of mocking this fact? What was it?

A choked sob escaped him, his body covered in those horrible rats. His hands covered his ears, screams emitting from him. Why was this laughter haunting him? Why wouldn't it stop?

'Come on Barbatos! It will be a lot more fun if you would just join me!'

The young boy's laughter followed the distant voice. His mind was covered in fog, the boy being the only thing to break through it.

'You're such a joy to be around! I've never met anyone as kind and lovely as you, Barbatos! Though, I've only really met my father...'

Why was he hearing this? Who was this child? What sick twisted story was his mind subjecting him to?

'I'm glad you're here with me. I don't know what I'd do with out you. My father ignores me; he hates me. I've always been to blame for my mother's death. However, when you're here, it's like I can forget about all of that. I love you, Barbatos! Please don't ever leave me....'

The child sobbed and cried through the last line. He can't peer into the future of another timeline, not when this weak. This child was not from this timeline, no. Barbatos didn't ever look through any other timelines. Was that foolish?

He has no future to peer to now, he's going to die within the next minutes. Would that be a mistake?

'Father! Please! Don't punish Barbatos, please! It's all my fault! He isn't trying to tempt me or anything! He's my friend, the only one I can count on! You're never there, but he is! He's been more of a father to me than you ever have been! If you dare to kill Barbatos, you're killing you're own son in the process!'

This child....he was so painfully desperate for Barbatos.....but.....why?

Why is he hearing all this? He's in his final moments, hearing all of this. Why is that?

This time, there was a picture to go along with the words.

A little demon boy sat in a chair by a table, he kicked his feet, a large smile plastered on his face. He had red hair and dark skin. His wings and horns symbolized those of royal blood. This young boy was a prince of demon's.

On the table sat a tea pot and matching cup. The boy picked up the cup, filled with tea obviously made and poured by Barbatos himself.

The boy happily sipped, and in the same voice that had been ringing through his muddled mind, he exclaimed, "I love you, Barbatos! Thank you so much for helping me with everything! I'm glad that father decided to spare you. I don't know what I would do without your company."

The boy is sickly sweet. There's a warm feeling in his chest. He wants to continue to be there for this boy, help him grow old. But, is he in any position to do that?

Barbatos was supposed to be strong and brilliant. In this moment he was weak, pathetic, and just as idiotic as anyone else.

His eyes were shut, he only vaguely felt the sensation of the rats crawling across him, tearing away at his flesh. His ears were buzzing and his mind was fuzzy. That was all he had.

In the blackness, more visions showed themselves. Perhaps, visions of a life he could have in this new timeline, the main timeline.

A white-haired man stood in front of him, weak and covered in blood. Still, a prideful smile was stuck onto his face. He shook his hand, "It's a pleasure to have become partners with you."

Fondness came from that memory. The start of a deep, trusting, meaningful partnership. A friend Barbatos could go to, even at his worst. Even if it pained Barbatos to do so.

Another person, this one with strawberry blonde hair. He was fairly pretty. He seemed to be a bit drunk, evident by his giggles and flushed cheeks. Barbatos was embraced in a hug, "Thank you for looking out with me always. It's awfully embarrassing to be seen like this. Yet, I never feel embarrassed around you."

Barbatos is starting to see the trend in his visions. They're trying to convince him to join this timeline; trying to show him that people would greatly benefit off of his presence. The visions showed that he loves and is loved. Even if not yet.

An angelic man sat by his side. He was gorgeous by all means. He laughed sweetly, directing his eyes down to a blonde boy who held cookies up to their faces, "Barbatos's own recipe! I followed his instructions exactly. So, if they're disgusting, that's not really my fault, is it?" The angelic man with brown hair chuckled, "I guess not." He bit into the cookie. It was sweet. The man smiled widely, "These are delicious. I am so glad that Barbatos has been able to teach you so many useful tips and recipes." His eyes were now facing Barbatos, "Thank you so much. I can't do all the teaching myself, so I'm glad that I have you to help."

He was aching at these memories. His heart longed to make them a reality. These memories were the memories of a future him, one in this main timeline. Was that timeline what was best for him? It had to be.

Looking into his future, there were only seconds left. He decided to make the wisest decision he's ever made, he switched to the main timeline.

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Birds chirped above him, tweeting a small beautiful tune. He opened his eyes, squinting at the little bit of light.

The were no more rats, he was no longer covered in blood his clothes were not tattered.

A sigh of relief left him. He was not in pain. Though, he was awfully tired. That was definitely the result of using all of his nonexistent energy to switch timelines.

Feet moved against grass, the boy showed up. A smile nearly appeared on his face, yet he was too tired to fully show it.

The boy looked at him curiously, "Sir? What are you doing laying in my father's garden. If he finds you, he'll smite you."

It was almost hysterical, really, the way he broke into laughter just then.

The boy appeared to be startled. Barbatos could not blame him.

"What's your name, boy?" Barbatos spoke.

The boy smiled innocently, "I am Diavolo. I am the prince of the Devildom!"

Diavolo. The name was sickly sweet in his mind. He knew the name. How he'd grow so happy with Diavolo.

"I am Barbatos," He kept his voice measured, "I am here to keep you company. I wouldn't want you to grow even more lonely."

"How did you know I was lonely?" Diavolo questioned.

Barbatos grinned, "I guess you could say.....It was only a hunch."

Chapter 2

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