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Of Ruin: Chapter 11

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Of Ruin (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni Genre: vampire!au magic!au royalty!au, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut, angst and fluff

Summary: Taehyung of House Rune, Prince of Infracticus has been cursed. You’re the human world’s leading curse-breaker. It should be simple. But unraveling the curse becomes the least of your problems in the face of a world on the brink of civil war… and the love you start to feel for the prince.

A/N: Thank you endlessly to @sailoryooons for betaing!!! 💕

Section Warnings: language, tense situations with dangerous vampires, kissing, the precarious presence of fangs lol wc: 4.7k

You’ve never seen transportation like that which will take you to Scores’ territory, the region called Lucrotio. From the outside, it seems like a longer version of a carriage, pulled by a dozen amarisca, all pawing the ground and tossing their manes as they wait to run. Inside seems more like a luxury train car - thick drapes around the windows, plush carpeting, comfortable chairs that seem like they could have been plucked out of a sitting room.

There’s no one on board yet when Satuel and Dansoo accompany you and Namjoon inside.

“Where should we sit?” you ask.

“Wherever you’re comfortable,” Satuel tells you.

You and Namjoon settle into two seats with a small, round table between them. As Satuel and Dansoo settle in - one in the rear and one in the front of the coach - Namjoon begins to quietly go over with you what he’ll be looking for in the archives.

Despite the early hour, the sun not yet peaking over the horizon, the bruise-colored sky still littered with stars, you listen attentively. It boils down to the end-of-life intention you’d found in the curse; death magic is technically an elemental magic, and Namjoon is optimistic he’ll be able to find something useful, some clues to how to combat this thread of intention without having to end anyone’s life.

You both fall into silence when Prince Taehyung climbs inside the coach, followed by three of his personal guards, and the young Infracti he’d introduced to you as his best friend, Jimin.

“You’re still here, I see,” Jimin greets you, something mischievous in his glinting smile. “Well done.”

“So it seems,” you say tightly.

Should you trust Prince Taehyung’s best friend? Probably. Should you trust his hand-picked guard? Probably yes to that, too. But you can’t help feel on edge as the coach shudders into motion.

It’s silent in the coach at first. Namjoon seems to be done explaining his research theories with you, and you both look out the window at Infracticus passing by. The last time you passed through, in a smaller carriage, had been in the dead of night as they’d smuggled you in.

Curious, that the prince has no qualms bringing you along today, in plain sight of the Scores. You make a mental note to ask about it later, when you’re not surrounded by Infracti you don’t know at all.

You watch the sky turn from nearly black to violet, finally settling into a periwinkle as the sun rises high enough above the distant treeline to be visible from your window.

The landscape takes your breath away. You watch it rapturously, trying to drink in every stream, every knoll, every flowering field. You want to commit it all to memory; you want to forget that eventually you will have to leave it behind.

After some time, you feel the weight of eyes on you, and you sit back. You meet Prince Taehyung’s gaze in his reflection in the window. You hold his gaze that way, feeling bolder than ever before - maybe because to everyone else, you could still be staring out the window. Maybe because you aren’t looking directly at him - like the sun, it’s too strong that way.

Whatever it is that emboldens you, it doesn’t matter. You hold his gaze and wonder what you see in it. Ever since your last attempt to cure him, the attempt that almost took you out with it, something seems to have shifted between you. The looks you share are heavier, weighty meaning behind each small touch, each exchange of words hiding truer meaning like flower petals slipped between books pages, pressed and saved for later.

Each time you’d come up against these kinds of thoughts, you’d stopped yourself, told yourself it couldn’t mean anything, couldn’t amount to anything.

And yet.

Perhaps you ought to let Prince Taehyung speak for himself. Perhaps you both ought to speak freely, for the first time since meeting.

Something about him watching you through the reflection feels intimate, and you warm under his gaze. You wish you were alone with him. You wish you could ask him to take you to his private stable, maybe even back to his little hideaway island. Somewhere you could ask him what that look means. Somewhere you could ask him if you’re crazy for wondering.

You’re not and you can’t, so you keep your eyes on the window in silence, until at some point your eyelids grow heavy and you lapse into fitful sleep.

It’s Namjoon who wakes you, shaking your knee.

“We’re at the archives,” he says quietly as you slide your eyes open, casting a look around the coach to see what’s happening. The building outside is tall, so tall that you can’t see the top of it from your side of the coach.

You catch Namjoon’s sleeve as he stands. “Are you sure you’re okay going without me?” you ask quietly. You know that everyone else can still hear you, since they’re all Infracti, but you try to be quiet anyway, to give the semblance of privacy if nothing else. “I’ll go with you, you know. Just tell me.”

The smile he gives you is warm and understanding. He knows what you’re offering, what you’re willing to give up, and his smile tells you it’s appreciated.

“Satuel and Dansoo are staying with me,” he says. “I’ll be fine. It’s you I’m worried about. You’re keeping him safe - who’s keeping you safe?”

“I think it’s gonna be a kind of mutual thing,” you say lightly. But, probably, it’s kind of true.

He gives you a long look. “Be careful,” he says finally, before following your two guards out of the coach and into the street.

You expect the coach to rumble back into motion, and you look around in confusion when it doesn’t.

Prince Taehyung has risen, stretching lithely like a cat. Then, wordlessly, he picks up two bundles of fabric and tosses one to you. Surprised, you fumble to catch it, causing the ball to unravel in your hands, revealing one of the hooded cloaks that you’ve worn a few times in your stay here.

You look at him in confusion.

“You and I are going on foot,” he tells you, swishing the cloak around his back and tugging the hood up and over his head, obscuring his dark curls. “The guards will follow at a bit of a distance. The coach will gather too much attention - I don’t want to be recognized on our way there.”

“Where are we going?” you ask, mostly just curious, as you don your own cloak, pulling the hood up and over your forehead.

“A tavern,” he tells you, shooting you a sideways smile.

“A tavern?” you echo as you follow him out into the street. Beneath your feet, the road is cobblestone, the buildings around you thatched like you’ve stepped into feudal Europe instead of an Infracti city. “Are we going to drink?”

He doesn’t respond to this, instead starting to head down the alley beside the archives building that Namjoon must be inside. You follow at a clip, burning with curiosity. The guards fall back, but Jimin - in his own cloak - brings up the rear.

“I might,” Jimin quips, and Prince Taehyung turns to shoot him a dark look over his shoulder.

“No, we’re not,” Prince Taehyung says firmly. “And you shouldn’t either. We’re going to meet someone.”

“Who?” you ask. You can’t help it - you hate being left in the dark, hate finding everything out as it happens.

Prince Taehyung sighs, turning back to look where he’s going. He leads across another cobblestone street and down another narrow alley. You don’t see another soul as you walk. Above you, white clouds float lazily through the purple sky, and you can hear what sounds like bird calls.

“We’re meeting with Seokjin,” Prince Taehyung says tightly, as if that means anything to you. Needless to say, it does not.

“If the wars had gone differently,” Jimin says, suddenly at your elbow, his voice quiet, “Seokjin would have been prince. He’s the Taehyung of the Scores, essentially.”

Something in your stomach turns to ice, and you will your feet to keep following the prince. “Is that… safe?”

Jimin shoots you a look that seems to say, you already know the answer to that. Out loud, he says, “Why do you think Taehyung wanted his little witch to stay close? The Scores don’t have as much natural magical ability - you should be able to send them running, if it comes to that.”

You wish you had half of his confidence in you.

“It won’t come to that,” Taehyung assures you, without turning.

The tavern blends in with the stone buildings around it. You only know you’ve arrived when Prince Taehyung stops walking and grasps the doorknob. You look up and see a hanging sign above the door, touting no name but a picture of beer steins.

You wonder if they even serve beer here - could you order a lager, or just type O?

Prince Taehyung pauses, his hand lingering on the door, and faces you. “Your presence will draw some attention,” he warns you. “Don’t look at anyone until we’re at our table. I promise - Jimin and I won’t let anyone touch you.”

You nod, suddenly too nervous to speak. As soon as you’re through the door, you feel his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in tight against his firm frame. Jimin sidles up to your other side, effectively flanking you.

The noise hits you first; as your eyes adjust you see that the tavern is packed with people wall to wall. The noise of conversation, glasses clinking, vague musical noises in the background - it all washes together into a dull roar.

It’s dark inside, and the Infracti with you leave their hoods up so you do as well. It’s true that the Infracti at the tables you pass notice you - either they smell you, or they hear your human heart pounding - but as soon as they see the arm around your shoulders they seem to lose interest; you’re not an easy target if they have to fight for you.

Guiding you through the crowd, Taehyung leads you to a table, and the closer you get, you suddenly realize there are two Infracti seated there; it was like they were rendered invisible until you got close enough - or until they decided to reveal themselves.

The two men at the table are beautiful, with glistening black eyes and dark hair, flawless skin, and wolfish smiles. The broader of the two leans back in his seat when he notices you. He looks quickly to the prince, that wolfish smile turning suddenly sharper.

“You didn’t say it was B-Y-O,” he says, one side of his mouth curling up in mirth. “Jungkook and I would have brought a snack, too.”

“Watch yourself,” Taehyung snaps, eyes narrowing. You notice he’s let them go black - outside, they’d looked human, deep and brown. The only time you’ve seen them like this, in their natural state, was when he was under the effects of the curse. You shudder, and the Infracti watching you - Seokjin, you assume - smiles even wider at this.

Beside you, Jimin lifts his chin just slightly. “I wouldn’t try snacking on this one,” he warns, his sweet voice coming out cool and unbothered. “She put a hole in the palace walls last time someone tried.”

Seokjin raises a brow, clearly still amused with himself, but curious.

Prince Taehyung opts not to explain who you are or what you’re there for. You stay silent, hoping the hood creates enough shadow to really obscure your face. Let them wonder about you. Let them wonder what you can do.

“So,” Seokjin says finally. “I suppose you asked me here to talk about the fires.”

Brave of him, you think, or maybe stupid, to just say it like that. But, to your surprise, Taehyung shakes his head no, and sits in one of the empty chairs around the table. Jimin follows, so you do, too.

“Not quite,” Prince Taehyung says, something resigned in his voice. “Though I certainly didn’t appreciate that.”

Seokjin and Jungkook just watch him, wait him out, faces impassive.

Taehyung sighs, pushes his hood back just a bit, enough that his face is visible. He looks around the table imploringly. “I’m not here on the crown’s business,” he admits. “I’m here as your friend.”

Seokjin stares him down, but after a tense moment, he seems to break, his shoulders losing some of their tightness.

“My friend,” he muses. “What could my friend Taehyung want to talk to me about?”

You watch as the prince casts a look around the room. When he determines that no one is paying your table any attention and that the noise level is high enough to cover this conversation well, he says, “It’s about my father. About what your family, and the Cleaves, have accused him of.”

“We didn’t accuse your father,” the slighter Infracti, Jungkook, points out petulantly. “We accused you - all of you. The Runes, at large.”

Seokjin waves a hand at him, effectively silencing him. He eyes Taehyung with clear interest, as if this conversation is going nowhere near where he’d thought it would, but he’s pleased with the twist.

“Come to deny it?” Seokjin asks lightly, but it doesn’t seem like he means it.

“On the contrary.”

Taehyung is always a vision, unearthly beautiful, striking and intense. But when he levels a look at Seokjin, eyes flashing, jaw jutting slightly in determination, something goes through you like lightning.

Taehyung shakes his head, once, tightly, black curls swinging above his brow. “I’m here to discuss what we should do about it.”

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Seokjin folds his arms over his chest, looks sideways at Jungkook. They seem to have a silent conversation, at the end of which Seokjin’s frown deepens. He looks at Taehyung seriously, then glances at you and Jimin, as if you include you in his displeasure.

“Since you’re here as my friend,” he says, a touch of sneer on the word, “then consider it a kindness between friends when I tell you that I don’t trust you.”

Your heart sinks, but if Taehyung is disappointed, he doesn’t show it.

“I wouldn’t either, in your position,” Taehyung admits.

Seokjin shakes his head. “Your father won’t hand over control of the kingdom, not now, when things are already fragile.”

“Then help me make them less fragile,” Taehyung says intently, leaning forward. “Back down. Call off the Scores. Get the court families back in line.”

Seokjin’s eyebrows shoot up, quick as a flash, and beside him Jungkook lets out an indignant breath of a laugh.

“Even if I fully believed you,” Seokjin says slowly, as if explaining a complicated concept to a child, “even if I thought Taehyung will be true to his word, even if I thought you had a solid plan for after - which, I don’t - none of that is up to me. I can’t call anyone off.”

“You can,” Jimin says, palms flat on the sticky tavern table. “You can and you know it; maybe not officially, but we all know how much sway you have. Your people will do as you say - they’ll do as you do.”

“So you want me to say what, exactly?” Seokjin tilts his head to the side. “That there’s a plan to overth-”

“That isn’t the plan,” Taehyung bites out, and Seokjin stops mid-word, the first sign of deference he’s shown this whole time. “The transfer will be willing, you just have to trust me to handle that part. What I need you to say is, perhaps, don’t attack the palace, or even maybe tonight your family should attend dinner at court.”

Jungkook leans in, shoulder to shoulder with Jimin. “Let’s say we do,” he says, eyes glinting. “Then what?”

“Transfer of power,” Taehyung says, much more quietly, his lips barely moving. “Then, justice. Change.”

Seokjin purses his lips. “Those are big promises, Taehyung. I’m not sure I can really cash them in when all is said and done.”

“My father will see justice,” Taehyung says, his deep voice firm and cool.

“And then?”

“And then we’ll build something better.”

“That’s the part I find hardest to believe.”

“What’s the alternative?” Taehyung demands, frustrated. “The Scores stay powerless? Or worse, another thousand years of war, fighting for the throne? We know how that story goes - someone will win, someone will rule… until another family tires of it, and the cycle begins again. If we do this my way… it never happens like that again.”

Seokjin lets out a deep breath, but it seems to indicate that he’s listening, that he’s considering, even if he isn’t fully convinced. He turns to you, which is so surprising that you barely register the question he levels at you.

“What about you, venefici?” he asks, and it both startles and pleases you that he’s clocked you as a magic-wielder without being told. “What do you think about His Majesty’s plan?”

He asks it with a bite, a bit sarcastically, but you press your lips together, considering.

You look at Taehyung, who looks back at you impassively. He hadn’t talked to you about his plan before now. It is as new to you as it is to the Scores at the table.

“I believe him - I believe that he’ll try,” you answer, your eyes still on the prince. You’re not sure what you expect to see - gratitude, maybe - but his face remains as unreadable as stone. You remember the day that Taehyung brought you to his little island, had talked to you about his guilt and grief after the curse had led him to violence. “I believe that he’ll seek justice. And I believe that he’ll try to create a better way forward.”

“Try,” Seokjin echoes. His arms are still crossed over his chest defensively. “Do you think he can succeed?”

You’re not sure why he’s asking you - someone from the human world, the person at the table with the least experience with Infracticus and the ancient politics.

You meet his gaze anyway, and tell the truth. “Not alone,” you say, trying to emulate the even way you’ve seen Taehyung speak when he’s making a tricky argument. “That’s why we need you - now, and after.”

Everyone is quiet for a long time. Seokjin and Jungkook exchange another look, another silent conversation. Taehyung and Jimin do the same. You watch Taehyung, only Taehyung. Your magic can feel his, has gotten acquainted with it, and you can feel it thrumming, telling of his nervousness.

Finally, Seokjin purses his full lips. “I’ve known you a long time,” he says finally. “I know you mean well - I know you want what you say you want. I’m just not confident we’ll see it through. I’ll do what I can on my end, and if the power transfers to you… let’s talk again.”

“When the crown passes to me,” Taehyung says, something dark simmering behind his words, “I’ll send for you.”

You’re not sure how they communicated that this little meeting is over, but everyone but you rises to stand, so you hurry in suit.

“As an act of good faith I’ll tell you,” Seokjin says, and then leans very close to Taehyung’s still-hooded head, “don’t take the main road home tonight.”

Outside, the sun has slipped towards the treeline, indicating late afternoon. Seokjin and Jungkook vanish - solidifying your theory that they can control their visibility, and Taehyung and Jimin lead you swiftly around a corner and into a dim alley, their hoods still drawn.

Immediately, they begin to gameplan a new way home.

“We should send the coach back the way we came,” Taehyung reasons. “They’ll see it go that way, they’ll be prepared to attack and won’t watch the back roads as closely.”

Jimin nods seriously. “Send me with one of the guards,” he says. “If we’re stopped, they’ll find no one that they’re interested in. I’m sure we won’t have to fight.”

Your stomach twists as you understand the plan. You’re hardly close with Jimin, but you’re immediately nervous for him. And for yourself.

“And the rest of us?” you can’t help but ask.

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other seriously.

“I’ll send you with two,” Taehyung says decisively. “Then we can send back Satuel, Dansoo, and the human in a carriage on the western bank. We’ll take the two remaining guards and take a carriage up the eastern side a bit later.”

You gather that you’re included in the we, that you’ll be staying with Taehyung.

Jimin nods curtly, then clasps one of Taehyung’s hands in a firm handshake, leaning in close in some semblance of a quick hug. He gives you a quick nod and peels off back to the road the tavern sat on. As he leaves, one of the three guards who had ridden in with you appears out of nowhere to tail him.

“Come,” Taehyung says, holding a hand out for you to take. “We’ll go commandeer a carriage.”

As you often find, here in Infracticus, you just have to trust him, and you follow him deeper down the alley. You walk through town this way, hoods up, ducking into alleys, until you emerge on the far side, near a lazy stream. You can see, further upstream, a few water wheels turning slowly with the water’s movement.

Taehyung leads you to a stable, where a carriage sits on the cobblestones, two deep green amarisca already hitched to the front. Apparently, one of Taehyung’s guards beat you here and put in the request.

Taehyung helps you into the carriage and closes the door, untying the woven curtains and tugging them to cover the windows. You hadn’t seen a single employee of the stable, and your stomach twists with nerves again.

Taehyung removes his hood, but leaves the cloak on, so you do the same.

“One of my guards went to tell Dansoo and Satuel what happened,” Taehyung explains quietly, turning to face you. “So, we can’t leave until he returns.”

You nod in understanding. “I’m sorry that didn’t go as well as you’d planned,” you say, thinking of Seokjin’s cold expression as he’d heard Taehyung’s ideas.

To your surprise, Taehyung cracks a smile. “Are you kidding?” he asks. “I expected him to try to fight me - that’s why I brought you to put up your walls. That went way better than I’d hoped.”

You must look bewildered, because he laughs a bit at your expression.

“Infracticus has always been ruled the same way, even when different families had power, thousands and thousands of years ago,” he explains. “I didn’t expect anyone to trust my plan immediately. But I think he’ll come around - the fact that he’s willing to hear me out is huge.”

“Well,” you say slowly, “good, then. I’m glad. It’s a good plan, Maiesti. I want to help you make it happen.”

“You already have,” he says seriously. He reaches across the plush carriage seat and takes your hand, his touch cool and soothing. “I wanted to thank you. For today - for supporting me in there - but also, for this whole time.”

You feel your face heat, and you look away, watching your hand, small in his, instead of his face. “Of course,” you demure. “I’m just doing my job.”

You expect this statement to act as a splash of cold water, to deter Taehyung from the intense way his eyes - human again, now that he’s in the carriage with you - roam your face. It doesn’t; he pushes on.

“You continue to surprise me,” he admits. “Even when I think I’ve seen the true measure of you - you surprise me again and again.”

“What do you mean?” you ask. It just slips out.

He smiles, head shaking a little. “Your talent shocks me,” he says, “but it’s more than that. Your bravery - your unwillingness to back down. You’ve faced so many frightening things, I keep expecting each one to be the one that sends you packing, back to your home. But you never go. You stare down each new threat, and you dare it to try you. I’m amazed every time.”

You try to smile, embarrassed. “People say brave and foolish are two sides of the same coin.”

He shakes his head. “I’m foolish. You’re… incredible.”

His eyes are on you, and you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes. This is an Infracti, a powerful one, a magic-wielder like you; this is a ruler, a crown prince of a land you don’t belong to; this is a man so beautiful and charming that you feel dumpy and awkward in his presence. And somehow, he is looking at you with something akin to admiration.

“What you’re doing… what you’re trying to do… is very brave, too,” you whisper.

“It’s selfish of me,” he says, voice also near a whisper, although you’re quite alone here, “but I really want you to be here, to help me see it through.”

God.

Is that an actual invitation to stay?

He shifts closer, just slightly, and your body mimics his. He’s still holding your hand, you realize.

“You’d make a hell of a Queen,” he murmurs, leaning closer. Your eyes fall to his mouth, finding the little freckle on the edge of his beautiful, bottom lip.

Could you kiss him? What would it be like - to have his lips on yours?

“I think I might like that,” you whisper back, raising your eyes back to his and leaning to fill the space between you.

His mouth on yours is cool and tentative, gentle. You lean closer, pressing your mouth more firmly against his, trying - already - to have more of him. He smiles against your mouth, lips quirking, and then he kisses you again, more insistently, dropping his hold on your hand to rest a chilly palm against your cheek instead.

You’d wondered if kissing someone with fangs would be different, or challenging, but he must have them tucked away, because when he licks into your mouth they aren’t there at all. His fingers twitch where they rest near your jaw as you bunch his white shirt in your fist, trying to pull yourself closer as you open for him.

He shifts, leaning up and over you, sending you laying back against the carriage door behind you, your head finding the window with a dull thud. Neither of you cares, kissing more frantically now, hungry, mouths moving together as you taste him, as you pull him over top of you.

He holds himself up over you, one arm snaking under your back to pull your torso flush against his as he devours your mouth. You clutch at his upper back, half to help hold yourself up, half to feel the muscles move there as he shifts. His spare hand caresses your waist, then slowly explores its way up, skating over your ribs, climbing higher and higher.

He breaks the kiss, both of you panting heavily, and then he attaches his mouth to the warm skin of your neck, tongue laving as he traces a path, chasing your pulse. You close your eyes and whine, low, the feeling of him washing over you like a rising tide.

And then, something sharp, tracing a line up your throat so lightly that it tickles. Your eyes fly open, your hands tighten on his back, your body suddenly screaming with adrenaline. Those are his fangs teasing your carotid artery.

“I won’t,” he promises, ragged, sounding half-broken. He nuzzles his nose against the spot, breathing deeply. “I won’t, but god,” he gasps, before placing a closed-mouth kiss against the same place. Your pulse thunders, but you loosen your grip on his shoulders.

He pulls himself away from the temptation, presses a hard, lingering kiss to your lips again, and then sits back, breathing heavily. You sit up, too, readjusting and trying to get yourself under control.

He smiles at you sideways, shy and playful, as he tugs his shirt back into place from its rumpled state.

“Like I said,” he teases. “Brave.”

“Like I said,” you shoot back, but your heart is singing singing singing and you’re sure he can hear it. “Foolish.”

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nostalgic-woodwind · 11 days

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🕷🩷 Regressor! Angel Dust Headcannons 🩷🕷

Angel's regressed age ranges from 0-6 and 11-14

He is a scene kiddo. He absolutely loves dressing up in scene clothes and making kandi bracelets for everyone in the hotel

He is also a Blue's Clues kiddo, no matter where his headspace age ranges. Whether it's the original series, Blue's Room spinoff, or the Blue's Clues & You! reboot, he will watch it nonstop

His favorite characters are Tickety Tock, Blue, Magenta, Fred (Blue's Room), Polka Dots, Rainbow Puppy, and Twinkle (Rainbow Puppy's piglet friend). He also loves Periwinkle because he reminds him of Husk and how they are both magicians

Husk made a plush version of Twinkle and Angel absolutely loved it!

He also loves Invader Zim, Making Fiends, Bear in the Big Blue House, Angelina Ballerina, Octonauts, Rubbadubbers, PB&J Otter, Puffin Rock, Bubble Guppies, Slumberkins, Bluey (idea by @nottapossum), Maisy, and Sesame Street because the shows give him a second home to look forward to (along with Fat Nuggets and his CG, Husk) 🥹

He also likes Baby Einstein and the BabyFirst Channel when he is in his younger headspace (0-2)

His favorite Bluey characters are Bingo, Bandit, Muffin, Mackenzie, Jack, Coco, Judo, and Rusty (Bingo and Mackenzie idea by @nottapossum)

He hates thunderstorms and will hide anywhere to avoid them at all cost (idea by sunflowersandyellowroses on Ao3)

He love-love-loves the Magic Pony Carousel books

Husk always tells Angel these quotes from Bluey: "Remember, I'm always here if you need me," "You're doing great," "I promise I'll always love you," and "Remember, I'll always be here for you, even if you can't see me, because I love you." 🥹🥺

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forbidden-sunlight · 5 months

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yandere!Ragatha with gender-neutral! rabbit plush! reader headcanons

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, implied bullying, spoilers for the pilot episode.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your mobile device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, and welcome to another piece for The Amazing Digital Circus! :) This was inspired by another yandere!Ragatha set of headcanons, written by the talented @xciiii! I highly recommend checking it out, so I will leave a link to it here.

Without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! :)

Ragatha is someone who will get attached to her darling slowly as she gets to know them. At first, the realization that she possessed such feelings will embarrass her greatly, these….feelings she has towards them. Yet as time went on, or if anyone keeps tabs on time anymore, her love grew and grew until she…she just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else falling for her darling.

Being trapped in the Amazing Digital Circus is not an ideal place to get attached to anyone beyond being friends, even when Caine’s little adventures have helped her from abstracting like poor Kaufmo. And Kaufmo had been her darling’s friend. Her darling was so upset when they learned about his abstraction. And there was nothing wrong with comforting her darling at their lowest point. Not at all.

At least she wouldn’t have to use the key to their room yet. Jax had been so #@$%^&!* stubborn with handing it over. But she’ll deal with him when the time comes.

Thankfully, Pomni seems to be adjusting just fine and doesn’t have any interest in anything beyond finding a way to leave this exit. If Ragatha was honest…Pomni seemed kind of scared to be around her darling and tried to avoid being paired up with them during activities.

Maybe it’s because her darling is a tiny rabbit doll with floppy ears and tiny red eyes? Ragatha wasn’t sure. Not everyone who comes to this place is able to retain their human form. Look at Kinger, Gangle, Zooble, and Jax.

Gangle liked her darling's form because it reminded the circus' artist of an anime that she used to watch before coming here, though she struggled to remember the name of it.

Ragatha will try not to get jealous when her darling spends an afternoon helping Kinger build a pillow fort or drawing with Gangle, she really will because she knows they like them as only friends, never anything beyond that. A certain periwinkle rabbit will make it hard on her, though, if he tries to flirt with them.

When it came right down to it, Ragatha didn’t care so much about appearances as much as her darling’s personality. And in her defense, she never thought her curiosity, this tiny little crush would become something so suffocating, so lovely, that all she can think about is her darling and making sure they are safe.

If something happened to them…well, she’d go crazy and tear this whole world apart like Kaufmo had tried to do.

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lucs-dxve · 1 year

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tame

pairings: kaeya x gn!reader

genre: smut (MINORS DNI.)

warnings: nsfw, top!reader, sub!kaeya, mild swearing, dry humping, slight!dacryphilia, pet names (sweetheart, dove)

wc: 3k

summary: there’s hell to pay for kaeya’s misdemeanour. you love him to pieces, you do, but sometimes your lover gets a little too full of himself.

"quiet, alberich," you tut disapprovingly. "you don't get to make demands tonight."

kaeya's voice, caught somewhere between a chuckle and a choked moan, comes from underneath you as he pushes himself up with his elbows. you'd mistake his tone as flippant but you know better thanks to the shivers wracking across his body.

you could feel them; each and every minute jolt of his sculpted form. it's— it’s delicious, if you dare be so honest with yourself.

a guilty pleasure from where you're perched sitting pretty on his lap.

"aren't you being a little mean, sweetheart?"

there’s something about the way kaeya’s chest heaves that satisfies something deep within you- some obscured need. something primal. more visceral.

the knowledge that you have such a powerful, sought-after man in your bed, at your very fingertips, draws a smile from you. a proud one.

“a little,” you agree, but the smile drops as quickly as it came. “though it’s nothing compared to how you’ve been acting this evening.”

kaeya flashes you that signature grin, all teeth, feigning innocence as if he hadn’t been your personal hell less than half an hour ago. cheeky bastard.

“i have no idea what you’re—”

a single, steady hand on his chest pushes him back down onto the bed before he could finish making any excuses. he goes easily, falling with little to no resistance.

the man snickers as you raise a single brow at him, at his sly attitude. you let him laugh.

you have a feeling he won’t be soon.

silently you lean over him until puffs of his warm breath fan your face, and with two fingers you angle his chin so that he’s staring directly at you with those periwinkle eyes.

you had discarded his eyepatch long ago. it lays strewn across your floorboards, not that either of you particularly care; you were now able to search him in his entirety, and he could now admire you with a vision unobscured.

something you can only describe as twisted pleasure hits you, then, as you feel him squirm beneath you. your thumb rises up to glide indulgently over his lips and you can’t help but sigh at the feel of his skin.

kaeya’s lips are warm, plush, and soft— words you’d never associate with the vision granted to him by the gods. they follow the movement of your thumb as you pull and smooth over the delicate skin. he gives you a chaste kiss with them, all the while never breaking eye contact.

the action elicits a pleased hum from you, and you don’t miss the way his leg jumps at the sound.

he’s being so pliant, he is. so malleable under your touch.

so behaved - if that was even a term applicable to the cavalry captain - unlike how he was at the tavern.

archons. it kind of makes you want to kiss him, really.

but that’s something only good boys deserve, and kaeya alberich is anything but.

what a shame.

“tell me.” your voice is low, a gentle purr, seductive against the shell of his ear. you trace the area, touch ghosting. “just what were you trying to get at, earlier?”

kaeya can’t help but shudder, making a noise akin to a soft groan. sensitive, his ears were. so easy to make flush. his head is swimming, thanks to your alluring scent and voice. your touch. they all fill his thoughts with nothing but you, you, you.

not like you ever left. you were stuck there, an untouchable beacon of everything good in his life, ever since he met you all those years ago.

shit.

is that the cologne he bought you a few weeks ago? he’s certain it is- that potent mix of sunsettias and calla lilies. he remembers the scent well. the realisation sends another shiver down his spine, coaxes another suppressed grunt past his lips.

truthfully, he imagined this night going completely different; different in the way that he was supposed to be the one on top, and not the other way around. that was simply just the natural position for the pair of you.

it wasn’t like he was complaining, though. far from it. it was rare for you to top him like this, and he welcomed every moment with open arms. this side of you was a rarity- a delicacy. a treat, all for him.

but he’s still kaeya alberich, no matter how pliant he is beneath you. no matter how easily he bends to your will.

he does his best to match your forwardness if only to push your buttons.

always pushing, this one. always.

there’s a pause midway through his answer as if mulling his words over.

“i was only playing with you, dove. it was hardly anything,” he says matter of factly, like it was the truest thing in the world. that grin was still plastered onto his handsome face despite the heat seared onto his cheeks.

you wonder how long it’ll stay there. not long, judging by the telltale signs of his arousal.

“groping me under the table isn’t hardly anything,” you hiss. “we almost got caught, kae. i know you're practically half blind, but didn’t you see the way charles was looking at us? archons above, even diluc was staring!” the memory has your face burning despite yourself.

kaeya hums, drawing out the sound. there’s a glint in his eyes that you, unfortunatley, depending on how you look at it, know very well.

you’re a patient person.

he’s testing you. wants to know how far he’ll get before you crack.

you swear you are.

“so they were, yes. and what of it?”

but even the most patient of saints have their limits.

“‘what of it’...?”

before kaeya could so much as blink, you pin the both of his wrists onto the bed as you settle back onto his groin. roughly. you begin a slow grind- so slow it’s near agonising for the man you call darling.

a simple back and forth motion.

you delight in the melody of his startled choke, drinking it in and savouring the taste like a parched animal. such a pretty voice for such a pretty man. a light sigh of relief escapes you as you feel that familiar bulge pressing up against your heat.

how well endowed, this man. truly, he had it all. everything.

had you all. everything, everything.

you watch with ravenous eyes as kaeya struggles to maintain his cool facade. there are fissures, cracks, now, within his glacial walls that you see all too clearly. every last trace of faux confidence is gone, now that the only thing on his mind is the pleasure of you grinding down onto him. he curses, breath ragged and mind foggy.

shamelessly he starts to roll his hips up onto you, matching your set pace. kaeya’s moans grow just the slightest bit louder, more salacious, as you press the rest of your weight onto his straining cock.

but you want more.

always are wanting more- more of him, to be exact. his pain, his pleasure. you want it all.

want it so bad that you’re willing to destroy yourself for it. for him.

you aren’t normally this needy. or at least, you think you aren’t. but the way he’d been palming you underneath the wooden table at the tavern earlier had left you hot and bothered despite the chill of his cryo-infused hand.

and yet despite your growing need, there’s a sliver of guilt within your subconscience for wanting to covet such a gorgeous man. there are times where you wonder if you’re truly worthing of having kaeya all to yourself, despite his constant reassurances and promises. the questions lingered at the back of your mind, taunting you when you least expect it to.

and this moment was proof of that. even in the midst of your shared passion do these insecurities sing in your ears like sirens. seductive mistresses in your bed.

you don’t realise your pace has almost all but stopped, nor do you realise the sudden flash of concern within kaeya’s frosty eyes.

“dove?” he watches with a frown as his soft call falls on deaf ears. the heavy expression on your face told him all he needed to know, and he, too, stops his motions in concern for you.

what place did you, a lowly baker, have at the side of someone such as he? an upstanding member of ordo favonius? the insecurities are enough to consume you whole sometimes, enough to keep you awake even as he finds refuge in your arms at night.

but you’re nothing if not a tad selfish.

and with the way that kaeya was sprawled so vulnerably across your sheets, letting you see the most hidden and intimate side of him, peering at you with a gaze so gentle is enough to quell your worries and hold them at bay.

this is the kaeya that only you, and you alone, were privy to. the fact that he trusts you this much is a testament to your relationship, how far you've both come; it placates you, and so does his hand stroking your cheek. you turn to give a lasting kiss on the palm that cradles you.

thank you.

the words go unspoken, but you trust he understands you nonetheless. he always does.

he’s so picturesque like this; half naked, cobalt hair cascading down his form in waves, and looking up at you with those eyes... kaeya is perfect. so perfect, in fact, that it’s almost painful.

yes, you murmur silently. you are selfish.

you pick up your pace, and he gasps.

the sudden change in your movements, once slow and teasing but are now faster and more deliberate, has kaeya reeling. his head falls back onto your pillow and the action exposes the length of his throat.

the sight makes you think of biting him.

“hmm...” a single finger ghosts lightly at his jugular. kaeya whimpers.

whimpers.

you change your mind. you’re going to bite him.

ducking down, you lave gently over the spot that you know has him seeing stars- an apology for the possible pain to come. then, experimentally, and for your own curious pleasure, you push down on the area with your tongue before finally nipping his skin, sucking the bite tenderly.

the action has him gasping your name into steamy air of your bedroom and thrusting shallowly back onto you.

oh, what a glorious noise.

you wonder, absentmindedly, if he knows what he’s doing.

he’s unravelling you without even trying, and you could only hope that you make him feel even just a fraction of what he does to you.

you click your tongue after giving the bite an apologetic kiss. the mark blooms a pretty red once you leave. you hope it'll turn purple. blue, even, if only to match his azure hair.

but perhaps you’re being too mean.

the sound of rustling fabric catches your lover’s attention almost instantly, kaeya’s gaze snapping up to your fingers that move to unbutton your shirt. it’s hard, trying not to act phased when he’s stringing curses like a piece of jewellery.

he’s shameless roving his eyes over your exposed upper body. a devious idea comes to mind and you stretch, bringing your arms up sensually above your head, if only to tease the man further.

and what a sight you were.

you're only a little too pleased with yourself when you catch his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps.

you can feel it, his cock. feel it throbbing away within the confines of his tight pants. you wonder if it hurts to have it strain so much; there’s a twinge of pity welling up inside you, but you pay it no mind.

after all, he dug his grave as soon as he made you flush at the tavern; buried himself as soon as he pushed all your buttons, testing you with his bratty behaviour.

he’d pay with his pent-up frustration.

leaning back on your hands, you slow down once again and begin making small circles with your hips pressed impossibly closer to his ache. a heat licks up your groin as you watch him melt like ice before you. his chest rises and falls with each shaky intake of air, eyes squeezed shut before opening, half-lidded, to watch you with fervour.

you smile coyly at him, curiosity getting the better of you.

“do i look good to you, mr. alberich?”

“please,” it’s sinful, how utterly debauched he sounds. how it sends pleasure pooling straight to your gut. “please, need to— need to touch you.”

need. not want, need.

he’s adorable when he wants to be, truly. you almost give into his wishes.

almost. but you're no pushover.

“touch me and it’ll be the last time you do for the next month.”

you indulge in the way kaeya whines in assent- the sound, almost imperceptible, makes you coo down at him. his hands fall helplessly to his side, left with no other choice but to grasp at the silken sheets. a sweat begins to build upon his temple thanks to his efforts, and you stoop down to kiss at the area.

he’s so good. so good, and he doesn't even know it.

for a captain, he sure knew how to take orders from others rather well.

perhaps it’s time for a reward, then.

making a show out of it, you run your tongue over two thumbs, ensuring that he could clearly see the pink of the soft organ, before gently pressing them down onto kaeya’s pert nipples.

you flick them in a steady rhythm; up with one, down with the other, groping at his pecs at random intervals.

you’re truly blessed to be able to have your hands on someone so gorgeous. your hands lay claim to each and every single dip and curve of his body.

it’s difficult not to feel anything but aroused when he’s practically bucking up into you now, clawing desperately at the bedding.

he looks like he’s about to cry. you think you want him to cry. he’s awfully pretty when he cries.

“you’re— you’re killing me, sweetheart!” your breath hitches audibly at the sheer desperation in his tone.

you’re fucked, you think, for wanting a man so badly. for him to reduce you to a such greedy mess with nothing but his voice? you’re completely, utterly fucked in every sense of the word.

you offer him a dry chuckle. “well, this is all you’re getting.” a pause, crossing your arms and tapping your chin as if in thought, “so be a darling and enjoy yourself.”

kaeya’s surprised he hasn’t torn through your bedding already with the restraint it’s taking him not to just flip you over and have his way with you.

there’s nothing he wants more than to touch and spoil you with his affections, litter you with love bites and make you go silly. but seeing as he's in no position to do so, he instead focuses on chasing his high, closing his eyes in pure ecstasy.

“n-ngh…”

“that’s it,” you coo. “such a good boy for me, isn’t that right?”

kaeya’s world spins as he nods his head. he can’t seem to stop the tremors coursing through his body at your soft praise, can no longer hold back the tears from spilling past his lashes. they run down his face in pretty rivulets, leaving glistening streaks in their wake.

but alas, you’re no cruel lover. having kaeya beneath you, the very picture of vulnerability and submission, is enough to satiate your desires.

he has been good, after all. much better than before.

“alright,” you cede. kaeya’s floating through the haze in his mind, and he barely manages to catch the rest of what you had to say.

touch me, kaeya.

with your permission finally granted, kaeya all but shoots up to lean his upper body against the headboard. sturdy arms fly to wrap around your waist as he all but smothers you to him, and it’s all you can do to sling your own around his neck and hold on.

a pent-up kaeya was not one to be taken lightly.

he’s all grunts and wanton moans now. not that he wasn’t already, but now that he’s able to have his hands on you he can’t seem to keep himself sane. his grip is almost bruising as you're smushed against his neck, hands wandering to your hips, to your lower back, then back around your waist as if he didn't know what to do with himself.

kaeya practically rabbits into you as he presses you onto him. restraints be damned, he’s so close.

so, so, impossibly close.

the friction of his clothes rubbing against his constrained, throbbing dick and the feel of your warmth surrounding him has the captain breaking at the seams. he’s close.

you’re in no better position yourself; gone is your authoritative tone, and all that slips past you now are muffled whimpers and pitiful gasps. you bite your lip in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible. quite the shame for kaeya, he loves to hear your pleasure.

but your lover doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment, when it comes to volume. never has, really.

“‘m— ‘m gonna—!”

kaeya finds himself at the precipice of bliss, and he falls hard, sated, with the knowledge that it was you who brought him there.

the sound of him reaching his orgasm is something you’d never tire of. if his regular voice already had you weak at the knees, you had no idea how to describe what his orgasm did to you.

it’s… it’s angelic, as sinful as the sound may be. it has you tossing your head back, eyes closed and mouth agape.

has you climaxing soon after, and hard. his voice, so sickeningly saccharine, sends you into a state of euphoria as you sing with him, shaking helplessly in his arms. your voices harmonise in a wonderful duet.

kaeya is loud. so, very loud.

but so are you, in the end. you gasp and whine and writhe at the feeling of his seed soaking through your pants.

archons. you fucked like animals, and now you’re making noises like them, too.

barbatos strike you down.

kaeya pets absentmindedly at you as he rides out both your orgasms, murmuring variations of ‘i love you’s as he kisses the expanse of your neck. you lay slumped against him, the both of you indulging in the rapture of your highs.

in post-orgasmic glow you realise that his pleasure is truly just as much yours as it is his. for you to have come just by watching and hearing him climax…

fuck.

he’d be the death of you, surely.

but that’s fine. something tells you the sentiment goes both ways.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

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iseethatimicy · 1 year

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Cooking with Tsumsted Wonderland

Note: I think my last post was in Jan 27... So hi take this! (Reader uses They/Them pronouns and are gender neutral.) Characters: Tsum Riddle Rosehearts, Tsum Trey Clover, Tsum Floyd Leech Genre: Fluff and a bit of crack

You've been seeing videos about baking a variety of cakes and your friend's birthday is coming up. So what better way than to make one for them? Just as soon as you borrowed a recipe book from Trey, a curious small thing squeals, interested in what you're doing. You got yourself into this mess so now, you'll have to finish it but with a special guest..

Oh Tsum Riddle, always so demanding. He squeals angrily at you to stir faster, to mix faster, to knead the dough harder. He isn't even helping other than being a pressure head like that birthday cake is meant to be for him. No Twist-tube Tutorials, No Recipe book that Trey handed to you, No help from other students!

That damn little tsum wants a Strawberry Cake and you're forced to obey him. You had no other choice than to get a red and white icing bag, a bowl of fresh red strawberries, a carton of eggs, etc. Hell, it's not even Riddle or his birthday!

You're stirring the bowl so fast it might spill all over on the kitchen island just as how that unhinged plush toy likes it, knead the dough as slow as Rook Hunt listening carefully to your breathing unless you want to bitten by him.

Eventually, you finish the cake. It was 3 layers tall and you tried as hard as you can to make it similar to the delicious ones Trey makes. You were tired from all cooking and decided to get a chocolate snack from the School's Mystery shop. Surely the tsum will be a good plush toy and certainly won't devour the entire thing, right?

When nobody is looking, the Tsum Riddle can't help himself from taking a small bite from the delicious looking cake. Although it's a little cheeky and sneaky, He's just tempted by the delicious smell of the delicious strawberry cake and the fact that it looks so cute and edible too.

Well Tsum Trey's got your back! He's giving out the icing bags Trey uses, the crimson stained knife that totally came from cutting a piece of strawberry cake, the strawberries and bee-shaped candies...

He was surprisingly calm and patient little tsum unlike the demanding crimson haired tsum tsum, He helps knead the dough, carry the plate of candies, help with the cake decorations.

The cake was finished and had a special key to it! First layer represented dorm your friend is assigned to; Diasomnia. It had a green base and had black icing shaped like thorns wrapped around the sides of the cake, It looked exactly like the dorm.

The second layer was a sweet bee theme and had a mellow yellow color on its base. The tsum trey who assisted you seemed to be proud of honey taste and its bee motifs, almost likes its his favorite.

The third layer was the dorm they wanted to be in; Octavinelle. It had a periwinkle base and detailed tentacles used in a ribbon design, draping from dull lavender colored bows with black stripes on them. The layer seemed to be themed around the sea.

He stared at you while laying on the cutting board lazily. Azul had let you use Octavinelle's Kitchen oh so kindly with a price. He's so helpful providing you with tools but so annoying for demanding so much attention, He's a very needy little tsum tsum.

You were thinking of doing a simple two-layered chocolate cake. You had to keep petting the Floyd tsum every 10 minutes so it definitely won't crush your wrist. He was squealing and cuddling onto you, begging for just a small slice of the chocolate cake.

Whilst you were adding lilac-colored decorating on the sides, the tsum tsum had latched on your hand and bit into it, causing the icing to spill all over the kitchen island. You glared at the tsum angrily and set it aside, going to find a bucket of water and a mop along with a new icing bag.

He squeals apologetically as you left the kitchen. Well, since now that you're gone, he can at least get a small, teeny bite of the cake. surely you'll be fine with it, right? When you get back, your jaw drops as you see half of the chocolate cake being gone while the tsum squeals happily, rolling around at how it tastes good. Let's just say the tsum is.. err..

#icywrites #twisted wonderland #tsumsted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #floyd leech

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bluescluesposting · 8 months

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So in 2018, Ty released a plush Dalmatian (I think) in their Baby line named..."Sprinkles".

I'm SURE it was just a coincidence, but considering they used to make Beanie Babies of Blue, Magenta, and Periwinkle through the 2000s (up until the early 2010s even), I wonder if they knew about Blue's baby brother when they were making this?

#blue's clues #blues clues #plushies of sprinkles (from blue's clues) did exist but they're really hard to find now (and pricey)#partially because blue's room merch didn't sell that well and partly because his plushies were released toward the end of the run

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joels6string · 1 year

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Wake Me Up

Joel Miller x f!reader

Sensory Drabble: Coffee+Cream Word Count: 756 Content: morning sex, fluff

He kissed you in his dreams often. Maybe it was the way your soap lingered in your hair while you slept buried in his chest, his subconscious responsive to your proximity as he held you wrapped in his arms through the night, the crow of the roosters rousing you both as the sun began filtering in through the periwinkle curtains draped over the window.

Your lips were soft even here, the featherlight presses so fleeting it had him rousing with a growl, the feeling of fingers brushing hair away from his eyes easing his irritation as his eyes eased open. His waking breath was cut short as you pecked again at his still-sleepy pout, your nose resting against his cheek as he felt a smile stretch across your face.

“Morning, sleepy head,” you greeted, the way your fingers brushed gingerly over his graying beard sending a shiver down his spine.

“Mornin’,” he grunted, voice still gravely with sleep, “What time is it?”

“Nine.”

As he began to shoot up, your hand gently pressed to his chest, easing him back into the cool, cream-colored sheets as your gaze locked with his, whatever panic that had begun to creep in quickly banished.

“You don’t have anywhere to be,” you soothed, his hands immediately finding purchase in the plush stretch of your thighs as you straddled his hips, his body still bare from the previous night’s activities, “Except here.”

“Okay,” he agreed in a shaky exhale, stunned and entranced, your warmth bearing down on him enough to have him forgetting the world that surrounded him.

Draped in nothing but one of his newer flannels, your nails raked through the dark hair covering his torso before reaching for where your bodies met, gripping his already hardened length and lining up, his eyes shooting down just in time to watch the way you welcomed him home. You liked him best in the morning, still too placid from a night of rest to control the whimpers and whines as you moved over him.

“Relax,” you sighed, his face twisting as he tried to subdue the already unbearable pressure building in his belly.

“Yes ma’am,” he sputtered as he tossed his head back onto the pillow, the tips of his fingers digging hard enough into your thighs to bruise.

When he pressed his thumb to your clit he marveled at the stretch of your throat as you tossed your head back in bliss, his mouth watering with the need to bury himself into your pulse point and feel the pounding of your heart against his skin. A bead of sweat had begun to trail down through the valley of your breasts, his eyes transfixed as it rolled across your glistening skin until it added to the mess already soaking the both of you equally where you joined together.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he panted as your pace began to grow erratic, it had been less than 12 hours since the last time he was buried in your heat but it didn’t matter, he was obsessed.

His thumb pressed harder, circled faster, and within seconds you were coming undone around him, his own release following as your cunt strangled him until he was bellowing into the morning sun. As his chest heaved, your hand dragged up his torso until you were cupping him by the back of the neck and pulling his lips to yours, the slow, lazy kisses the exact cooldown he needed to welcome him to another day.

“Is that coffee?” he asked, the familiar bitter smell finally becoming evident over the stench of sex that had overcome the room.

With a giggle, you nodded, the corner of his mouth ticking up into a smirk as he pressed back into your smile.

“Now how’d you get that?” he purred, unwilling to lose contact as he spoke, “They didn’t have any last I checked.”

“That’s cause I got it first,” you bragged, toying with the hair at the back of his neck, “It’s more fun that way.”

“Hmmph, always teasin’.”

A loud bang caught both of your attention, your eyes darting towards the stairs as his arms instinctively tightened around your middle. A second and third echoed again, followed by a familiar voice.

“Joel! I need you!”

Tommy.

“He can wait,” Joel grumbled into your neck, his tongue flicking out against your still-searing skin.

“Joel! I ain’t kidding! Get out here!”

“Sounds important,” you noted with an air of sadness as he sighed, he couldn’t deny that, “I’ll make you that coffee to go.”

Sensory Drabbles Masterlist Joel Miller Masterlist

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joels6string 2k

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sandnasty · 10 months

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#I made this #my art #periwinkle plush #plushies #my work #small business #art #handmade stuffed animal #patchwork #cat plushie #art doll #scrapwork

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colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Thunder and Hugs; NejiTama Fluffshot

(Just wanted to write about my favourite Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia ship, please don’t judge me or eat me alive)

Nejire whines softly under her breath, holding a mug of piping hot cocoa to her chest as her lengthy periwinkle hair wrapped around her waist firmly like cuddling arms. She hadn’t even been bothered to fix herself up, she felt like iron dumbbells were attached to each limb, it was suffocating

Nejire has been awake for a whole 106 minutes after being woken up by thunder. She can’t go back to sleep and it’s frustrating! Fear shot through her bloodstream at the sound of thunder crackling at random points each and everytime.

The beloved hot cocoa had most definitely spilled little puddles on the carpeted floor more than once, thankfully, not on the couch nor her beloved PJs!

Despite her brand new proposed position, a recognised student with the potential of becoming a highly talented persona in U.A. Only after a few days and she had won this title a lot quicker than she suspected! Even with her otherworldly strength, she had quite the childish fear she felt so embarrassed to merely think about

A fear of thunder

Silence overwhelmed her, slightly relieving her tense muscles. What would she have given for the thunder to disappear! Her heavy head slowly laid down on the cushioned armrest and eyes fluttered in a fight to stay open

Nejire, moments after silence and exhaustion taking over, suddenly shot up in fear from her dozing-off state, almost screaming outloud as she bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from waking up all the other first-years who were peacefully sleeping

Every a new strike of the mighty thunder violated her rather sensitive ears and made her body shook intensely. Her hands abandoned the reach for the hot cocoa and tightly clutched the cute cat plush in her lap instead

Her knees rose to met the back of the plush then her bundled body fell on the cushion in a side drop. She didn’t know how to get rid of her fear, she only knew she could wait through the rounds. Despite how tired she is, she tried her best to beat the fear so it didn’t beat her. Looking around the magnificent dorm building in hopes her heart will go back to regular speed

Down one of the many moonlight-lightened hallways, Tamaki yawned a soft kitten yawn, stretching out his arms with sleep still ingrained within his senses

He was exhausted but plagued with a classic case of inability to sleep after waking up all so randomly. Deciding to get up, Tamaki walked over to the dorm’s kitchen fridge with his eyes shut, opening the appliance slowly and fishing out the half-empty milk carton

A warm glass of milk sounds like a good idea to help put himself back to sleep. He did need a plentiful amount of sleep, a important assembly was to take place early in the morning the next day. Opening two of the spacious bottom cupboard of the dorm room’s big kitchen, he craned out a tall glass and placed it with a light clink on the counter

Tamaki carefully filled up the glass, watching the thick snowy liquid rise up high and high until the flat sheet merely shimmed against the edges of the glass’s rim. Turning around on a heel spin, he lazily threw open the fridge door, placed the carton back with little care and shut it as he twirled back to where his glass sat

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Tamaki leapt upwards in surprise of the horrified blaring scream his skin jolting for the skies. His hands crumbled into tight fists defensively, not knocking the just filled glass over. His instincts reacted quicker to prevent himself from making a mess he’d knew would be a hell to clean up

Who… who screamed? Is there somebody in danger? What happened? So many questions ran through his mind as he slowly, with his hands grazing the marble counter, manoeuvred around it to locate where the scream came from

Tamaki’s senses kicked into fight mode when he heard sobbing. Gentle feminine-like sobbing, it sounded helpless and scared. Somebody was in danger here, he was certain of it. He ran a hand down his side to his pyjama pant pocket for the packet Takoyaki he had prepared for any emergency

Yanking out the Takoyaki and stifling the noise of crinkling and ripping, the open tear let Tamaki fish out the food piece and swallow the small round ball down in one whole gulp. He may have to fight a villain, if the crying he hears belongs to a victim

Tamaki thought out what may be happening as he slowly walked up to the back of the comfy couch, not wanting to scare whoever may be there. The sound of the same sobbing hugged his ears and his heart dropped in empathy

Did a victim of a villain find their way into U.A? His question was answered when he noticed the visible colour of periwinkle blue from behind the tall back cushions

Nejire whined, covering her soaked red face and tired, sore eyes with her hands. Tamaki’s eyes blinged, he recognised her in a instant. The new girl with a quirk so unbelievably impressive, she was shot into potentially a extremely skilled student after a single training session! Sure, he and Mirio were the same but it still impressed him

She is not okay… what… should he ask her what’s wrong?

“Are… are you… okay?” Tamaki asked in a shy stutter, his voice soft but noticeable enough for her to hear, his hands tangled around each other behind his back as his head was lowered slightly. Thankfully, the thunder was silent so her shoulders jolted to sign that she heard him

Tamaki knew he couldn’t ignore the poor girl, he had to help her. Even if he felt far too nervous or unskilled enough to fix the issue, he’d be a cruel monster to leave her to deal with whatever issue that’s bothering her on her own

Sure, he did just waste his emergency Takoyaki but at this rate, he didn’t mind. A fellow student needed his help so he was happy to oblige in the best way he could

Nejire eventually lifted her head again after seconds of deep consideration, her hands raking off her cheeks as her glassy eyes glimmered in wonder at the person before her. Like a angel had just blessed her vision

The timid friend Togata-san had with him! He has a really cool quirk of big food accessories from what she seen! Nejire said to herself as she forced out a smile, stuffing the cat plush into the gap of the cushion and her hip. She didn’t want to seem helpless or weak, why should she worry somebody else with her own issue?

“O-of course! Sorry, I accidentally h-hit my foot, I’m okay!” Nejire lightly stuttered, hoping she sounded optimistic enough as she kept herself smiling and rubbed a spot in her foot as to fake trying to ease pain. Though, the hope to act out her stability crumbled on the spot when a very loud bang of thunder erupted, causing Nejire to scream quickly in pure shaken fear

Tamaki‘s brief surprise faded into a soft smile as his heart drowned in raw empathy. He had the same fear of thunder back as a child. Mirio helped him quite a lot to get over it but that doesn’t mean the thunder still isn’t as intimidating. He related to the fear very much, it disturbed his sleep more times then he can count

Tamaki took a deep breath after snapping free of his thoughts, his cheeks burning red in nervousness. This situation would be different if it was anybody else but it had to be the new beautiful girl? Tamaki didn’t have the gut to even look at the known pretty 1st year girls. How could he possibly comfort this one?!

Nejire whimpered outloud as the thunder died down in a long dragged out pace, pressing that rather colourful couch cushions into her face again to stifle her crying. She hated this so much, she was so tired. All she wanted was to be able to go back to sleep without being awoken by annoying scary noises!

Tamaki knew in that moment he had to help Nejire with the teachings Mirio gave him. How to get over the thunder quicker. Running a hand down his wrist from behind his built back, he pinched the skin to try ease himself and prepare. Nejire was occupied with trying to pcontrol her violently beating heart and growing whines that she gasped surprised at the feeling of the couch dipping with extra weight

Nejire lifted herself up from the couch, fingers splitting apart to look through the gap. She was curious to know what Tamaki had planned to do now. Though, she was quite shocked that he was able to talk to her, he seemed so shy that he hid away from her when she first met Mirio

“M-may… may I help?” Tamaki asked another question, shuffling closer very slightly as his heart went wild. Nejire was more than beautiful and it was kinda distracting to a point, his voice trailed as he examined her face. Smooth clean skin, big sparkling blue eyes, prominent long lashes and plump lips. This girl has model-level looks, it added another good quality to her already impressive resume

Tamaki swore his face exploded when her rosy lips curled into a gentle smile directed at him and her eyes glittered. “I-I’d love that b-but how?” Nejire asked in a bit more enthusiastic tone, pulling out her infamous cat plush and pressing it to her bust with her arms squeezing it in a snuggle trap. The one-sided hug helped make her feel a bit safer

“Mirio taught me the best way to get over the Thunder is to distract yourself, it won’t be so scary if you don’t focus on it. That’s what makes it so scary, waiting and waiting puts pressure and the suspense leaves you terrified when the strike does arrive” Nejire’s frightened heart flipped, her cheeks flamed in pleasure. She was very flattered at the young man’s consideration and her hands resisted the urge to cover her warm cheeks

Sure, lots of guys had approached her on her first day, though, most were hitting on her. For once, a guy who seemed to genuinely care for her and not see her as just a pretty face or a hot body. She couldn’t be more thankful as she bounced up to her knees and smiled genuinely

“That can work! What do you think we can do? A game? I have—“

Nejire screamed louder at the most powerful thunder strike so far, leaping at Tamaki and clinging onto his built torso. Tamaki, on the other hand, almost flung out of his skin a second time at the feeling of the young woman’s more dainty arms wrap around his waist and her breasts push against his sheathed abs

Her worried eyes locked over the open window, battered with heavy rain and light flashes of lightning blue fading into the pitch black night. This was simply the worst night for her ever, in her whole life!

Nejire stuffs her face into his shoulder with a annoyed saddened whine. “It’s so loud” Her words was muffled but Tamaki knew exactly what she said

Tamaki’s hands trembled intensely, could he…? He wouldn’t get in trouble for it, would he? After almost a whole minute of deep rushing consideration, he wrapped his arms around her back

Nejire was definitely surprised by the sudden touch but melted into the warmth, his built arms were soft and big, she gently untangled her arms and pulled them up to lay on his chest, face buried in his built torso. She absolutely loves hugs

“Thank you…” Nejire expressed her gratitude in a gentle voice that was muffled, she hopped over his thigh so she was sat inbetween Tamaki’s legs, she felt much more comfortable in this position

Tamaki blushed so heavy, he was certain all his blood was beating against his cheeks. His fingers drew meaningless patterns on her back, her long periwinkle blue hair wrapped around his forearm as if it was sentient

Her occasional sniffs died out as minutes stretched out. Her breathing was very gentle and her clutched fists loosened from it’s slightly tight squeeze. A new sudden strike of thunder bashed against the window but Nejire didn’t jump this time, she was falling asleep and tuned it out. All it took was a hug from a kind person she knew she liked to let go of her fear for once

Tamaki sighed in a mix of relief and anxiety, leaning his head back to start controlling his frantic heart but his eyes widened in shock at what stood behind them. Mirio smiled cheerfully, head hung forward to met eyes with his childhood best friend, his arms laid crossed on the back of the couch. The taller man smile grew bigger with pride, and joy lacing his expression

“Hello, ladiesman!” Mirio smirked in a slightly teasing sense, voice ever so softer than usual as Tamaki’s face burned strawberry red in embarrassment, his legs almost curled up to hide his face but he prevented the instincts so he didn’t wake up Nejire. Of course he had to get caught hugging the new girl by his best friend, who loved to push buttons

“I-I… n-no… I!” Tamaki stuttered helplessly, his hands rubbing a now sleeping Nejire’s head, he didn’t want to let go of her. She was having a wonderful sleep from how soft her breathing is and how her pretty eyelashes rested on her rosy cheeks

“It’s fine, Tama! I know that you like her! I won’t tell anybody!” Mirio cheered, covering his lips with his pointer and winked playfully. Tamaki sighed in defeat, craning his head back down to look at the cute, peacefully sleeping Nejire as he thought intently

This will be quite the hellish night

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