Reader Insert - Blog Posts

I wouldn’t mind (≧◡≦) \(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/

A/N: This came to me in some wackass half-dream haze and I felt so strongly about it that I spent way too much time on it :'0

Synopsis: Your annoying werewolf friend with benefits “accidentally” forgets to pull out one night.

CW: NSFW, Fem! Reader, friends with benefits turns yandere, yandere had previous FWB’s, baby-trapping, pregnant reader

Werewolf! Yandere X Fem Reader

“I'm so glad we can fuck like this,” Your, lack of a better word for it, fuckbuddy huffed in your ear. “No falling in love with me, not having to dote on you like an idiot of a boyfriend.”

You tried to block out his manic, cock-driven rants when you first started sleeping with him, how he was surprised you didn't pretend to bat your eyelashes and hold on desperately to his arm like a clingy lover after the first ‘session.’ so many other girls, other partners, other “sleepovers” he's had would get attached, annoyingly so in his opinion. 

A part of his hubris in creating unwanted lovers made you dislike him even further, even if he was good at making you claw at the bedsheets and beg for more of him inside you. 

How could he blame your fellow humans for falling for a beast so much larger, naturally protective and possessive while he was railing them? You were only safe from any kind of affections for him because of how irritating you found him as a neighbor in your apartment complex. Knocking things over with his giant tail, cussing in the middle of the night for breaking yet again another bed, or perhaps bedframe. 

Maybe if he didn't have such a sick fetish for humans like your kind, your frailty as a species and longing for such an obsessive protector, he wouldn't have so many admirers, and simultaneously so many nightly lovers. 

Despite his permissive behavior and attempts to disgust his fuck partners, they came crawling back hoping for more-- for a family and a life with a beast who no human man could match up to,in size, strength, or pleasure. 

but you were always welcome in his bed-- leaving before he tried to kick you out, taking your birth control immediately in a panic after, hardly making conversation in the halls-- it was a great give and take situation. You both satisfied each other, with no strings attached. 

He knew you were irritated by his teasing, by how he gloated in how much you loved his werewolf cock, how you probably couldn't wait to come back for more. You'd shove out of his way, annoyed and sick of his charades. And yet, like clockwork at midnight, you'd be at his door, or he'd be at yours-- and the rest would be history. 

That didn't make him any less insufferable while he was busy making you squeal, however. but it was worth it, the ecstasy you felt after and the seeming addictiveness his pheromones brought you. Your whole week was brightened, you were less irritable-- when you weren't around him, atleast-- and you felt fresher, more like yourself. 

It was hard not to come crawling back for that same euphoria again, even if it hurt your pride to do so. So you kept up a reluctant “friend's” with benefits relationship, Ignoring how he seemed to stop bringing anyone else over, blocking out how he tried to kiss you when you writhed beneath him. Even taking his time when he ate you out like a prisoner devouring his last meal. 

It felt far more…personal. Like you weren’t two strangers who had become accustomed to each other’s beds and ceilings. You didn’t even know what he did for work, what he ate for breakfast, or if he even had family. 

It meant hardly anything to you, knowing there was no chance for more seeing how guarded the werewolf was about relationships, no expectations extending for him to treat you to dinner or kiss you after making you cum. So why was it so physically exhausting when he became more gentle, less apathetic when he roughhoused with you on the bed as his form of foreplay? 

He actually let out a satisfied groan at witnessing the dips and flesh of your body now, smelling you from the sweat on your forehead to your knobby ankles. He grew quiet with animalistic intensity as the bulge in his sweatpants got damper, more constrained. 

What really hit the nail on the head for you was how your “sessions” got slower. He was savouring being inside of you, drawing out both of your orgasms instead of chasing it as roughly as physically possible-- like he had when he first laid eyes on your naked self. He dared to edge you at the cusp of an orgasm a few times, slowing and grinning at the burning in your eyes, your attempts to overpower him with no avail. You thought it was just some twisted game, another irritating part of his obsessive power grab that he’s been trying to wave over your head since you first met him. 

But no, he merely wanted that glare to be on him, to be eye to eye with you. No matter how many times you attempted to stare at the ceiling and prevent from falling into those hazel, speckled eyes, he kept his attention right at yours. He wouldn’t force you to look back, but he would never look away, like some kind of stalker you were letting on your bed and into your pants. 

You had tried to stay away, to ease your addiction of that pheromone-causing high that was making you more aroused and beautiful by the day-- but you caved. And that, was the moment you knew you had officially messed up. Hearing his jaggy, breathy, “You’re mine,” in the midst of his ruts was not as hot and heavy as most would perceive it as. It created a pit in your stomach, a feeling that never went away after he finished. You could only vaguely get up, taking your clothes and finding your way to the door. 

You avoided him indefinitely after that, ignoring the craving inside of you to be intimate with him, to know that he was near and ready to pounce on you. But after weeks of your fucking sessions coming to a strange halt, it was no surprise that the werewolf wouldn’t let you off easy.

“I slammed on your doorbell like 50 times last night. And you didn’t even say hi in the lobby, what the hell? Why’re you avoiding me?” He slammed his rickety green apartment door shut behind him without a forethought. “Listen, you made me drag you in here, okay? I wouldn’t have had to do this if you would just talk to me.”

You sigh, irritated and mind far too busy to deal with his mood swing.

“I wasn’t. I’ve just been busy. I don’t have time for, being here every night anymore.” You shrugged your coat off, trying to remind him you were still in control even if he was blocking your method of escape. 

“Oh, Is that it? Or have you found someone new instead to fuck you, someone else in this apartment building maybe?” He came up behind you, watching as you stared at the bed’s rustled sheets, white linen that you couldn’t tell had been washed or not. 

You let out an exasperated “ugh”. Of course his first thought was that you were busy fucking somebody else. 

But you weren’t given time to argue, to point out his hypocrisy. You were flipped on the bed, staring again at the blurry ceiling you’ve become so familiar with in his apartment. 

“No… You smell just the same, exactly as you should. Like me.” 

He pried your legs open to make room for straddling you, pushing his crotch directly below your jean’s zipper. 

“So what’s the problem? Why’re you so uptight, thinking you’re too good to come ‘round my place.”

He grabbed at your hips, your cotton shirt rolling up as he dug under it. And there, lied the problem. 

“Hey!” You shouted, trying to push his invasive hands off. 

“What--” Pulling down your shirt didn’t matter much, he had already seen it. 

“I was leaving you alone for a reason,” You gritted your teeth, sitting up on the bed. Both of you went quiet for a moment, his eyes wide, but not as bewildered in anger like you expected.  

You spoke quietly, trying to ease the tension. “I’m going to take care of it. I didn’t realize this would happen, I was doing everything right--”

“I can’t believe.. It actually worked.”

You looked at him, not with fear this time, but explosive fury. 

Now it was your turn to shout an unbridled “What!?”

“Well…” He rubbed the back of his neck, hair getting so long to the point it brushed against his short fingernails. “I can’t really remember! I just know something took over me, maybe it was the whiskey… but all I knew was, I needed to finish inside of you. I wanted to see you glowing and full, I couldn’t help myself with the idea keeping me going.” 

You were ready to release a full assault on him, eyes beginning to prick with tears of anger and absolute shock. 

“I wasn’t thinking, okay! It’s not like I’m particularly ready to handle a kid either. But.. I guess I wouldn’t mind a few pups; we’re not getting any younger. My mom’s been pestering me a lot lately actually…”

Your mouth sat agape, grabbing a fistful of sheets to prevent from hitting him, which would just end up hurting yourself. 

“I thought you weren’t interested in girlfriends or family or bullshit like that?! Mister, ‘I can’t be bothered with full-blown relationships’ wants to move along and ruin my life?!”

“Baby that was months ago, I haven’t seen anyone else in a long time; and y’know, that’s not normal for me. I think… you’re different. Something about ‘us’ is different. If it’s with you, I don’t mind the idea of seeing you carrying my children. It feels.. God it just sounds so sexy.” 

“ ‘Baby?!’ Okay, we are nothing to each other, I don’t even know where you work, where you’re from-- and all of a sudden you want to start a family together?”

The werewolf winced at your wrath, mildly annoyed at your loud tone and thrashing hands. 

“Is it so outrageous to believe that it’s a species difference? Werewolves have their mates, humans not so much. Is it crazy to believe we’re meant for each other, that I would kill for you? That you were SUPPOSED to be mine, and we only just now found each other?”

You were mind-boggled at the rush of information, not believing your eyes when you saw a near love-struck dog at your feet, the creature you once knew to be an irritating bachelor keen on fucking you ‘till your eyes rolled back, and that was it. 

The stress was getting to you, the fear for your future, the sudden “relationship” you had been thrown into with a man you knew nothing about besides the layout of his apartment and the ridges of his cock. 

“Hey, hey its okay. I promise its going to be alright. I’ll take such good care of you-- you’ll have nothing to worry about, I’ll be the perfect father for our pups; You’ll have a family, someone to take care of you, someone who loves you.” He stroked your head, watching as you furiously wiped away tears of anger and fear. “I’ve never felt that before… but I promise it’s not something I take lightly. I promise, you make my heart throb just as, if not more, than my cock. I promise.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? Well, there’s not much else you can get from a fuckboy who’s main priority in life had been satiating his lust. 

You mumble something incoherent about needing to get back to your apartment, needing to get away from everything. But if the werewolf heard it, he didn’t acknowledge your desire to leave. 

“I know, I know it’s hard. I’m scared too. But I promise you’ll make the perfect mother. I can see it now, your pretty belly, your needs for me…we’ll be together, it’s new for the both of us. And, on the plus side, I can fuck you now without pulling out...”

You shuddered at the thought, hating the idea of how possessive he was seeming to grow, laying you down as he spooned you from behind, not daring to let go for a moment. Your jeans were clawed to scraps of denim as he tried to shimmy them down, no success other than tearing them into pieces. 

“Why don’t we try tonight? Make you feel good,” The werewolf was running himself between your inner thighs, pressing against your bare cunt before he whispered. “I know you’ve been wanting me too, all desperate without my touch, my scent. Let me take care of you, of us.”

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ are you there universe?it’s me, tomura ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

a quick wee fic. can be read as canon or au. reader insert x shigaraki. mostly friendship with a swipe of romantic undertones. you and shiggy get vaguely existential while stoned. gender of reader not mentioned.

ao3

drug use, reference to past abuse, reader has a scar . MDNI.

“Do you think we’re terrible people in every universe?”

Tomura takes the blunt from your outstretched hand. The ruddy glow from the tip is the only source of light that night; the clouds obscure the moon and stars from prying eyes. He hums in consideration at your question, eyes searching the darkness for a possible answer.

There’s a short pause before he finally answers.

“Yes.”

“Oh?” You turn to him. He can’t see your face, but the curiosity is evident in your tone. “What makes you say that?”

He shrugs and then hugs his knees to his chest, adjusting his position on the gravely tarmac. “It’s simple, really.” He takes a drag, tips his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, enjoying the thrum travelling throughout his body.

You grab the blunt back. “Care to elaborate, oh illusive one?”

He tilts his head towards where you sit next to him. The heady smell of weed lingers in the air, and he hopes none of the others smell and ask to join this time. He likes it when it’s just you two.

Kind of loves it, actually.

The tip illuminates as you take another puff. It’s shrivelled down into a roach, and you sigh in disgust as you stub it into the ground. “S’all gone.” He can feel your eyes on him in the darkness still waiting for the explanation.

He stretches his legs out again. “Like I said,” he says through a contented yawn. “It’s simple: I like being a terrible person.”

You laugh, but it’s more like a mix between a scoff and a sigh of disappointment. “You don’t like to believe there’s a universe out there that was kind to us?”

He can hear you shuffle in the dark. He doesn’t need to see you to know you’re lifting your hand to the raised, angry scar across your throat.

“I don’t- it’s not that I don’t want there to be a universe that’s kinder,” he justifies. “It’s just that I’m okay with being considered a terrible person.” You say nothing, so he goes on: “I like getting to be a terrible person with a league of equally terrible people.”

And it’s true, really. He’d like a universe where his dad never laid a finger on him and a universe where his mum and his sister still lived and a universe where he never accidentally killed his own fucking dog-

He’d have never met you, though.

There’s another pause as you ruminate on what he says. He can hear the click of your fingers as you tap them against one another - one of your nervous habits.

“You get real sappy when you’re stoned, you know that?” you finally say.

And also kind of horny, he thinks. But he’s not exactly going to say that to you.

You shuffle closer, the scrape of your trainers the only sound puncturing the silence of the night. You’re almost leaning into him. He can smell the cheap shampoo from your hair, and at that moment it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelled in his life.

“Do we get to be terrible together in every universe, then?” You ask, head migrating closer and closer into the crook of his neck.

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He can feel you smile against his shoulder. You wrap your arm around his torso, pulling yourself further into his side. The clouds finally relent, flooding the earth once again with the light of the moon and the ocean of stars. Your eyes are heavy, and you use your free hand to stifle a yawn.

“I’m okay with being terrible in every universe if I get to be terrible with you, Shiggy”

He stills, and swallows thickly. You couldn’t mean- it wasn’t like you meant-

Surely it was just the weed talking. He looks down to where you lie on his chest, ready to ask what the hell you meant, but your eyes are pressed shut and your chest heaves as sleep gently pulls you under.

He presses the most brief, chaste kiss to your head where it rests on his chest. He pauses briefly to inhale your scent.

“Fine. In every universe, then,” he sighs into the stars. “In every universe.”

Wanna make another...

Dis one for me little Belga.

———————————

Given a tiny that has no fuckin clue the danger they're in.

Like, you'd have to spell it out for this tiny that "you are in the hands of a giant and are about to get eaten" kinda stupid. But, hey, that just, somehow, makes them just that much more appealing to keep around for a little while.

Carry them around in your hand as they babble on and on about all they've managed to 'borrow' from you. Just give em a minute to let them realize just how deep of shit they've put themselves in when they spill ALL of it.

Cause they don't know when to stop. They're like a cat. "You're not a giant, deadly creature that could kill me with a singe finger. You're just a big tiny!"

And that's when they aren't just completely enraptured by the things around him that he couldn't dream of passing by with the speed your moving at while just walking.

That's all they're worried about.

You could have this tiny in your mouth and they'd just be gushing about how cool and sharp your teeth look.

Make a little experiment out of it.

Swallow them.

See if they figure out just how easily they could have died there if you didn't send them to your storage just then.

And don't mistake this for trust!

This is pure stupidity, my friend.

Don't even get me started on the fact they'd actually try to fight you if they got upset at something you said. You think they're joking?

Try again.

This bitch has no sense of self-preservation nor do they even know what it means to. To them, they're getting ready to square up with a person who was an idiot. Not them.

Watch the cogs slowly turn in their head when they realize they're trying to fight someone who's fist is the size of them.

And when they realize, do they backtrack? Try to save themselves?

Hell no! This just makes it more fun! More challenging!

Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)

Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞

—————————

Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.

Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.

And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.

But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.

Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.

Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?

They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.

What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?

You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?

Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.

And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-

Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.

They looks down at it in fear.

You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.

And you raise them to your mouth.

Dropping them in.

They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.

It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.

Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.

Where were they going?!

Where were they going?!

Ey, so even after posting those two, I got four others cookin in my drafts, just wanna know who wants what first (I did not specify, crap.. the slave!reader is the one I posted about not too long ago, it's a One Piece slave!reader)

Hazbin hotel :D

These are just some hc of a moth reader's 'interactions' with Val. Das all.

I got this finished earlier today but wanted to post the other first so this might have made a little sense in some strange way. Anyway. @ourmurdermassiah

The True Virgin Tiger Moth (intro)

Reader is in hell for poisoning their (abusive) s/o(and many others)

Reader looks nearly identical to Val, only difference is the eye color and even then, it's a hue off

Surprisingly Christian. Christian conservative. Will read Bible verses to a demon if they start pissing Reader off

Runs a bakery

Routinely steals Val's clothes, just cause

Impersonates Val to steal more of his clothes

Ruins his reputation, again, just cause

Has never actually met face to face with Val

Reader is going to help at the "happy" hotel

Will likely give Angel a panic attack. Or make him angry

Someone will cause tears from the reader. There is no stopping it

Reader is religiously abstinence. Aka, Reader is a virgin.

Reader very much does not like touch

Reader gets along with Rosie and Alastor after they realize that "This isn't Val, this is someone better :D"

Charlie feels bad for Reader for yelling

The first thing you see is red.. everything.. Red sky, red building, red.. people? Your attention is quickly directed to some of the first off-color in this place.

A neon green sign that reads, "Welcome to Hell!" with some letters flickering like the light bulbs haven't been changed in years. The sign seemed to be the only clear thing you could see. Your vision felt as if you were looking through frosted glass.

You attempt to prop yourself up with seemingly extra weight on your sides. When you gaze down, there lies an extra set of arms. You quickly rush over to find some sort of reflective surface, which you find rather difficult with the new, retched sight.

You manage to feel around for a window, finding a rather tall, stylish looking moth staring back. Purple skin, large, pointed teeth, a single gold tooth on the right side of your face.

You collect yourself quickly. You knew you were going to hell after all. You had murdered many. Mainly your horrid s/o, may God rest his soul.

You look down to "see" your bottom set of hands move to a rather obvious praying position, hands clasped in front of you. You couldn't seem to move them apart even if you wanted to. They were out of the way now, so you didn't mind.

As you make your way down the sidewalk, curious about what is here (smiling all the while), you watch people quickly rushing around (running away from you), hearing every now and again a loud bang with a chorus of screams.

"Everyone is so lively here!" you hum to yourself.

You "look" around for a bit longer before carefully making your way to what seemed to be a clothing store if you were to guess.

Before you get the chance to go inside, a flyer flew against your leg. When you manage to catch it, you see that it looks to be advertising some sort of building? You have to look incredibly close to the poster, clutching the edges of it and squinting your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision (unknowing of the worry everyone around you has for the poor soul that made the poster).

It seems to be requesting... something... for the- "Mappy Motel"? "Hally Halol"? You smack yourself, laughing lightly, when you realize how close you were the first time.

While the name was still rather strange to you for Hell, "Happy Hotel" makes more sense than the others.

You pocket the poster for later when you have a better understanding of what is around you. And with that, you stroll into the store next to you.

You make your way up to a counter swiftly despite your sight disadvantage, and before you can even raise your hand to request some services, a group of three rush over to you.

"Everything is ready for you, sir," one mumbled. "Sir"? You had only just arrived, and you were getting honorifics? Granted, the wrong ones, but they were clearly helping YOU, so, what were you to do?

Accept whatever help they give, obviously.

They were quick to hand you a pair of glasses that honestly didn't seem like they'd do much, but to humor them, you took a look through them. And goodness, were you glad you did.

It was as if someone had finally turned on the defrost for the frosted windshield. You could see!

You couldn't celebrate first too long as quickly after, a coat was moved onto your shoulders. Or, at least, they tried to. It was now that you realized just how tall you are now.

To try to help, you bend down a little, but that seemed to startle them for some reason. You don't get the chance to apologize before a rather large hat is placed on your head, and they back away with a quick bow.

You smile again and swiftly turn to leave. You aren't sure what all just happened and want to leave before anything else occurs to make it feel like you shouldn't be there. You give a quick thanks and exit out the door.

It's after the door is shut, and you have already walked a ways down the street before you remember the flyer you found. With your new sight, you retrieve it and get to reading.

You skim through it, finding many strange colors that look like they wouldn't work well together, but the thought was nice. The flyer explains that there is a hotel on the edge of the "pride ring" that is accepting all who wish to be redeemed.

You look at it for a long moment, a mental debate before you make your decision.

You have no interest in being redeemed, but you have no issue in helping others who may want it. And so, you head over to one of the few who are left around you. They seemed to be a humanoid lizard, somehow seeming weak in your eyes.

"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?" You wave at him, catching his attention easily. He looks around before pointing to himself in a confused manner. "Yes! You!" He gains a fearful look. What for?

You make it over to him and show him the flyer. "Do you know where I can find this hotel?"

He points a shaky finger over to a tall building in the distance. It looks run down but definitely has potential. You give the man a nod of thanks and begin walking.

First day in Hell, and somehow, you can't wait for the next. You get the feeling this is gonna be fun.

And.. why do you feel like someone is cursing you out?

Alright, so, I have other drafts for the pet au that I'll hopefully be finishing some time soon but for now, I have been on such a Hazbin hotel high and I NEED to get these ideas down.

Mostly Alastor and Lucifer but I may do others later.

All with reader.

Possible Lucifer's tango (not in this one specifically), but I don't know how good I am at writing that stuff, so, just a heads up

Alastor x Helper Reader

---------------------

You had been working for Alastor for decades. Longer than either of you had died.

You had started working for his family when you were both rather young. His mother had hired you to make sure Alastor was alright after he left the house.

He wanted to disagree, but one look from his mother and the words died in his throat.

'Mama's boy'

You couldn't help but think for a split second with a small smile.

You hadn't meant it derogatory. You actually preferred knowing that the man you would work for could be so respectful towards his maternal figure.

And he was.

He was rather respectful to those around him, even yourself (which was the greatest shock to you, dear reader), and that just made you all the more loyal.

That was the thing with your family. They find someone to serve, and they latch on, never faltering no matter what the person did.

If anything, Alastor was more shocked than you when you first found out about his meat preferences and how he acquired them. You looked at his latest work and took no time at all to start cleaning up his mess.

He had worried he would have had to kill you for a short while. He had actually grown to enjoy your company. But he figured out quickly that he had nothing to worry about. He even noticed that when it was your nights to cook, you switched to using the newly acquired ingredients in no time.

You had even switched your own food to better accommodate having to get less food from other sources.

You followed and served him as long as you could, and the day that bullet went through his head, your heart had shattered.

You yourself had grown far more fond of him than you knew he ever could, but that didn't make the heartbreak any easier when the funeral was finished.

You wouldn't let that be the way his image ended.

You set out and finished off the one who did this to your... employer...

You continued the killings he started, continued the cannibalism, continued his name. You knew you'd never do as well of a job with his radio, and you didn't dare try, the radio was his, never yours. You nearly quadrupled what his actual killings were. Always staying just under the radar.

You never did die the way the world had hoped, now its a bullet in your head (..like him..), or electricity coercing through your very being, not a needle, filled with enough toxins that you wouldn't last a minute.

You died of your own accords, making sure it was in a retirement home as if just another civilian, still eating the very thing that started it all in secret.

When you fell, it was no surprise to you. Your only goal was to find Alastor, and man, it was easy. Just following the screams you had grown so accustomed to all the way to a radio tower.

You noticed that all around you seemed to steer as far away from you as possible or just straight up finish themselves off instead.

You knew why. You could feel your own power coming off in waves around you. You didn't care, however. When you did make it to the radio tower, a man dresses in red was standing in front, long bits of hair going straight up that resembled ears with antlers right next to them, clearly expecting a challenge if the defensive look to him was anything to go by.

Others may not have noticed, but you did easily.

There were spectators all around, doing their best to stay out of sight but still there, clearly expecting some sort of fight.

What no one, even Alastor, expected, was for the newcomer to drop to a knee in front of the deer man.

You had recognized him quickly, little to no difficulty whatsoever.

"I have made it to you at last, and I hope I did not disappoint." A simple sentence that ment so much but so little to those around.

It was then that Alastor recognized you as well. Of course you were to end up as (animal/demon), it was always your favorite.

Alastor's demeanor changed in an instant, from shocked to almost glee.

"(Name)! Darling, how you've grown!" Any tension he might have still had disappeared in an instant. He knew the extent of your loyalty. Even now, being so much stronger than him, he knew you would never raise a finger against him.

Your head bowed deeper at the indirect praise. You had yet to meet his eyes, which Alastor noted. He quickly moved you both into his radio tower. He walked over to you with a new confidence.

He moved a hand to grab your chin with a gentleness usually never given from him and tilted your head up to get a good look at you. You were practically glowing under the attention, if it wasn't already obvious by the shine in your eyes that you thought died out when the gunpowder ignited, the slight (swish of your tail, ruffle of your feathers, that kinda thing) was a dead giveaway.

He knew he already had you wrapped around his finger, but he still needed to secure his safety. He ran a thumb softly over your left cheek.

"Dear, how would you like to make a deal?"

You tilt your head to the side in confusion. A deal? But he could take whatever he wanted. You would make sure of it.

"Whatever you so wish."

You dip your head back into a full bow, feeling his hand move to run through your hair.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. You could ask for anything, and all I'd want in return is.. your soul~" he leaned closer, bringing your face back to look at him once again, grinning dangerously wide.

You look off for a moment in thought. Alastor wondered what you'd wish for. Especially considering you were, at the moment, three times more powerful than him.

However, again, even with the sheer difference, you looked as if you'd hand your soul over by itself if you could. Rip it out and hand it over with a nice little bow on top.

You look into his eyes once more. "Anything?"

"Anything, darling," he responded with such certainty.

"I.." you hesitated for a moment. "I wish to stay by your side for as long as we exist. To surve you and be the first you call when needed."

Your response only made his everlasting grin grow wider, seemingly proud to have such loyalty ready and at his disposal.

"Nothing else, my dear?"

"What I ask is all I could hope for." An easy response, as of practiced for this moment.

He reaches a hand out, and you watch as it glows green. You take it into yours, seeing it glow just that much brighter.

"Deal"

Yooo! I'm writing something!

This is a kny pet au thing

Mah friend wanted some Genya, so that's what she's getting :)

--------------

Why was he so unlucky?

He knows he deserves this. He knows he did everything wrong. He knows it's all his fault.

Genya knows he left him. He knows Sanemi will say that he had to, but he doesn't believe that. He could have helped him. He could have just stayed. He could have done anything other than just leave.

So, he knows he deserves all the pain. Home after home. All the same.

He had been starved to the point of cannibalism. Only then did he get the energy his body needed to truly grow.

But it was too late. He was already out of the ring by the time his everything increased. No longer small enough to be wanted as a simple house pet.

His last one saw the potential the first one thought they did.

So, he ended up right back in the ring. Full circle.

All the pain he went through for nothing. Except now, he doesn't have his big brother's shoulder to cry on when being the chew toy of the ring was too much.

Execpt now, he isn't a chew toy. He's one of the fighters. One of the killers. And he hates himself for it. He never wanted this. All he and his brother ever wanted was to he left alone.

Left in that alleyway to fend for themselves. But at least then they didn't have to kill their own kind.

Everyone knew who's territory was who's. No one had to fight.

And now, everything is flipped.

You ONLY get food if you kill. You can't show mercy, that's not fun to watch.

So, there he was, lying in his cage, waiting to be called in for his 5th fight in the last hour.

The pain is unbearable.

The throbbing in his head. The aching in his limbs. The water overflowing from his eyes. The blood still in his mouth. The footsteps walking his wa-

Genya jerks up. A little too fast as now his headache is back tenfold.

He waits a moment to get his vision cleared back up before slowly crawling as close as he dared to the bars of his little cage. He looked through just in time to see his handler and a new person walking up to the other cages.

The person was you.

He had never seen you before but there was something familiar about you. He knew it wasn't your appearance. He always remembers a human. It's hard to forget those he fears with his whole being.

But no. He has never seen you before in his life. But there was SOMETHING about you that made him happy. That made him feel safe. And he didn't like how powerful it was.

By the time you got around to his cage, it was clear what you were there for.

You were here... to buy one of them? From a fighting ring? He had never heard of such a thing.

Getting rescues? Sure. That was how HE was adopted after all. But straight out of the ring? Were you insane?

You must have been because the next thing he knew, you were standing right in front of him. You looked down at him with an expression of almost recognition.

"This one. This is the one I want."

The handler and Genya both shared a look of shock.

You wanted him? There was no way. But there was no hesitation in your voice. It was clear there was no changing your mind.

He wasn't sure if he was happy about this or not. Yes, he wanted out. Out of the ring. Out of the fowl air that always held the scent of death.

But did he really want to take the chance of a worse home? He knew it could get a lot worse for him easily.

However, just as always, he doesn't have a choice. And next thing he knows, you're handing over a large stack of cash to his, now old, handler. He was being drug out of his cage by his neck, just as the man had always done to get him out.

But, once he was handed to you, you held his chain with a much more gentle hold. Not one held high enough for him to just sit there and choke him. Not ine that held him so close to you he was practically leaned against your leg, only to get hit for touching a human without permission.

You held it with a hold that actually gave him room to move his head and even shimmy back if needed.

The words exchanged between you two were short, and soon he was being brought outside. He was being brought over to a newer looking car. You opened the door to the passenger seat and looked at him.

He was greatly confused. Was there someone else coming with?

It seemed he took too long as the next thing he knew, you were picking him up and placing him in said seat. It made no sense, however, as the front seats were for humans, not for demons.

Nonetheless, you close the door and walk around to the driver side.

He doesn't dare to move. How could he? You put him in a human seat. And he had no room to question you.

So he sat there, perfectly still the whole way. He couldn't help himself looking out the window, watching as the buildings slowly turned to trees.

Where were they going? He had never been out of the city. Even with the number of houses he had been to, they were practically down the street from each other.

A few more minutes into the ride, and you're pulling off to a dirt road, up a small hill, and past a gate, right to the front of a rather large house.

Not a mansion, not by a long shot. But a nice, two story house that was clearly cared for. Plants galore and a visible green house in the back.

Was that where he was staying? It would be difficult to stay out of the sun, but it was still better than other homes.

You pulled up to the house, climbing out of the car before going around to open the door and even helping him climb out, too.

He started to go down a train of thought of how surprisingly kind you've been with him but was abruptly cut off by yet another wave of feeling calm and safe to be around you.

It wasn't just you anymore, however. As of now, it seemed no matter where he was, all around him was "calm, safe, trust, love."

It was faint in the car as well. He realized quickly it was the smell, but he wasn't sure what scent would make him feel this to such an extreme.

As he thought of this, he mindlessly walked behind you, not even realizing he had followed you INTO THE HOUSE until carpet met his bare feet.

When he did come back to his senses, he tried to step back out quickly, only to hit the door you had just shut.

"I'm home! And I brought someone with I think you'll want to see!" You had called out like he was an old friend.

He was scared, completely out of his element in a human house. He tried to calm himself but found it a little too easy as the nice smell seemed to be everywhere in here.

"I'm right here." A voice came out of nowhere that resided on the couch.

You walked over and started talking to the one laid out of the couch. The couch was faced away from him, so he couldn't see who it was, but the voice seemed oddly familiar, too.

However, when you introduced him and the one on the furniture whipped his head around fast enough to send it flying off, Genya was left with no more wondering.

Now more wondering of the calming smell, or the familiar voice, why it all made him feel safe.

The owner of it all was the dear brother he was so afraid to see.

"'Nemi..?"

Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (END)

Y’all, let’s pretend it’s still Feb 14 

this thing has literally been chilling in my drafts since the first part of this series 😭 so, uh, if anything seems off, it’s because I wrote this before I wrote parts 2-6

Hope you enjoy! This entry contains a very small reference to Episode/Book 1

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | END [!]

You enter the library. Your mind was still racing from the possibilities of your…admirer? Ugh, it was still weird to think about! Who could it be!? 

You weren't even here for the books but it would be nice to maybe get some studying done. There was a big exam coming up soon or so you had heard from Riddle. You sigh and get to work, gathering books. 

Plus, Ace and Deuce wouldn't come find you here anyway. You had dropped Grim-sitting duty on them, which in retrospect, wasn't a good idea. If anything did happen, you had no part in that. You'll bail them out of the consequences later.

You'd been here a few times before. After all, you were a complete stranger to this world and the library seemed like the best place to find out more. Since you weren't from this world, you could treat this just like reading the lore of a fictional world. That made things fun for you. 

You made your way to your spot at the back of the library. Nobody usually goes back there so you've laid claim to it as your private reading spot. The books you've compiled completely block your view so you carefully put them down, watching your step. You pull a chair out and you freeze.

The soft sound of breathing and a light inconsistent thumping. You look beyond your pile of books.There lies a slumbering man, head laying on his arms as he's slumped over the table. 

He has messy brown locks, there are two braids framing his face. His unbuttoned shirt and rolled up sleeves gave off the impression he was rather careless with his appearance. You really hated how he appeared to give off that 'I woke up like this' look but still managed to look gorgeous. Most notable of all, of course, were the fuzzy lion ears on top of his head and the furry tail with a tassel of fur at the end. 

You stare silently. Internally, your thoughts are going off like a lightning round.

Who is this guy? Is this a beastman? Should I be scared? Is this a good time to run? Will he wake up? What will I do if he wakes up? Can I even outrun a beastman? If he's not a cat, what is he- 

He shifts. His head leans slightly to the side, off his arms. He does this rather gracefully and now you can see his beautiful features that just scream 'big trouble'. Oh boy, that scar is not helping your heart. You're starting to understand your admirer. It does indeed feel like an oncoming heart attack.

You notice him shivering just a little. Maybe beastmen were simply more sensitive to the cold draft. It is basically Winter after all and you've definitely had it hard living in Ramshackle. You sigh and shrug off your blazer. 

Hoping you don't wake him up, you gently lay it over him. You tense as the tassel at the end of his tail thumps against the chair. His ears twitch and your heart clenches. 

It's adorable, the animal traits. Especially on a handsome guy like that? Well, the gap here was gigantic. Paired with the scar, it gave him a roguish-edge that would make anyone swoon.

Wait a second. A scar? You stop and gasp rather loudly. You quickly slap a hand over your own mouth. His ears twitch and you pray to the great sevens he hasn't woken up. 

It's the grouchy guy from the botanical garden! The last time you had seen him he was threatening to bite your face off or something and you hadn't paid attention to his face. Aha! So you were right, all the attractive people here were the worst. 

His name was Leona, or so you had assumed. That's what Ruggie had called him that day. Ah, stupid! You knock yourself on the head. If only you had recognized him sooner!

You had met him other times before in the botanical garden again. Your conversations were always awkward with him making sly remarks and implications about mauling you. 

Once he was in a better mood though, he made an okay conversational partner. Leona was rather intelligent and sometimes he threw some advice at you when you were doing your homework. Of course, that was because of his weird superiority complex over you. 

You never really paid attention to his face though, the first time he had looked at you was intimidating enough. You never asked for his name either. Your mind must've repressed the details of his face in your head. 

You hadn't gotten the chance to speak to him again since everything just…happened with Heartslabyul. He had completely slipped your mind as you were reeling from the incident. You felt kind of bad. 

You glumly wondered if you could get your blazer back. But then again, you didn't want him to freeze to death. But then again, if you took it from Leona now, you could leave your future nuisance cold. Wait, that was kind of mean. He was kind of friendly and helpful sometimes. 

You wish the guys here weren't so complicated but you had to admit, that was their charm. Yes, they were all jerks. You're starting to think Stockholm syndrome is sinking in. 

With a sigh, you take a seat and open a book. You sneak a glance at the beastman to find he's still sleeping like a rock. Leona's no longer shivering. I just let him have the jacket because I don't want to risk waking him. You reason to yourself. 

You bring your focus back to the book you're currently reading as you try to ignore Leona. Dang it, even when he's not doing anything, he manages to captivate your attention. You huff but keep your eyes on the book. 

What feels like about a few minutes later, you lower the book with a sigh.  "Oh my great-" You try not to scream. 

His lidded emerald eyes bore into you, pinning you still. A tiny amused smile plays at his lips as his . You nearly threw your book at him out of sheer shock.

"You- How long were you awake?" You calm yourself down with deep breaths as you still look at him wide-eyed. "Hm, long enough." Leona makes a low hum, there's still a calm smile on his face.

"That's very specific." You respond. Silence fills the air as you try to hold a staring contest with him. You don't really feel like returning to your book. His green eyes just keep drawing you in. You wonder how deep they go. You might've been imagining it but they were really bright.

"Hm, like what you see?" 

Your face turns red as you groan. You drop your head into the table. "No, stop. This is the worst Valentines day." You grumble. 

"Tell me about it." You hear him reply, you hate how every time he speaks, your heart skips a beat. You're starting to understand your admirer. "Don't patronize me. You're attractive and cool, you got a bunch of confessions or something." You snap. You're just stating the obvious when you call him that. 

"What? There's nothing to be jealous about. Valentines is a day just like any other, where some win and others lose." Leona drawls. "Ugh, yeah. At least there was free food." You mumble, then you remember Ruggie. "Wait no, my food got stolen by that jerk." You scowl.

You're still face down on the table. You notice his tail underneath the table. You watch as it inches closer to you. 

"Did you like the candy hearts?"

You freeze. You didn't…nobody but Ace, Deuce and Grim should've known the contents of that pouch. Of course, the only exception would be the-

You shoot up from, just as you feel the tassel of his tail wrap itself around your ankle and pull. You fall forward onto the table, inches away from hitting the wood. 

"Wow, what the heck was th-" You shout before you look up. You can feel his breath tickle your face but more importantly, those green eyes. The orange vest meant he was a Savanaclaw student if the animal features weren't already a dead giveaway. 

"You…You're Leona Kingscholar, the dorm head of Savanaclaw." You pause. 

"That's right. I would've thought you'd figure this out sooner." He snorts softly. Leona looks at you expectantly to continue.  

"And…"

"And?"

"You're my secret admirer."

You're this close to banging your hand against the table if it turns out you're completely wrong. 

"So, you finally caught me."

You breathe out a giant sigh of relief, leaning back into your seat. "Oh thank the great sevens!" You laugh, wiping tears of joy and relief from the corner of your eyes. You lay back and laugh some more. 

"You're…that overjoyed that your secret admirer was me?" Leona looks incredulously at you. You stop to breathe, you realize how weird this probably looks to him. "Uh, um…" You consider his question carefully. 

You blink at him blankly as you think. He sighs after a moment. "Ahh, I get it. So, it's a rejection." He grumbles. "No, no, i-it's not like that!" You frantically shook your head. 

"I…I accept. You're cool. I want to get to know you better first though? Like, why were you so confident I wouldn't reciprocate?" You raise an eyebrow. To your surprise, a subtle blush somewhat forms on his face as his eyes widened only slightly. 

"I don't know if you're really that dense to not notice. Most people don't like me, herbivore." He growls, tail flailing around lazily. "But, Bucchi seems to like you plenty and those Savanaclaw students cared enough to cover up for you." You frown. 

"That's because I pay Ruggie and those students fear me too much to say anything." Leona snorts. "Hm…I don't think that's true at all." You sigh, 

"You're very intelligent, cool and most of all- You're pretty pretty." You pull a cringe face that immediately gives you secondhand embarrassment…from yourself. Leona seems to think it's dumb because he shoves his hand in your face and pushes you back.

"Ah, okay. I get it." You groan, grabbing his hand off your face. Leona smirks, his fingers intertwining with yours. 

Your face turns red, being around this man would do you no good.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

ghost x reader idea for all you fanfic writers out there:

ghost and reader are together (married or whatever) and reader is bestfriends with Beth, Tommy's wife

They're celebrating Beth and Tommy's anniversary and they're a few drinks in. Beth gives a speech, then everyone starts chanting 'kiss! kiss! kiss!'

And Ghost, in his confused, drunken daze, he thinks they're telling him. So he leans over and starts kissing reader, reader trying to push him off in an embarrassed, confused rush.

they then explain to the poor man that they were chanting to Beth and Tommy, and Ghost is just like 'oh.'

go and tweak this if you like i just found it funny

holy shit i'm fucking desperateeee helpppp😭😭

i've been trying to find that one post where reader/you is like, uh, a maid in a cafe(?) type shi. and like, it's interactive? the reader gets to choose their dialogues and stuff, like, if they don't want the options given, they can type out their own response too. it's a jjk fic btw. where gojo and geto go to the cafe being treated by server reader and all that. idk the set timeline(haven't gone far yet) but i know damn well that geto was wearing his signature robe(???? idk😭😭 I'm lost, pls don't kill me.) or some shit, idk anymoreee. pleaseee hep and let me knowww.

im desperate.

The Cosmos Complete

A Shooting Star (Tanjiro x Reader) Pt2 Masterlist

This is the finale part of my Shooting Star series, this doesn't exactly follow the true ending for Demon Slayer but, I wanted a little angst in there. Swearing, killing, blood, fighting, death.. all that good stuff. So a fast forward to the final battle.

"TANJIRO!" Y/n shrieked watching as her husband slowly morphed into something he hated, loathed, and swore to end... with rushed steps, she took in the scene in front of her, her brother pinned under the demon, the way Tanjiro bared his fangs at his masks man. It was all so much, so much to handle in such a short amount of time. Having just lost the only sister figure she ever had, didn't even get to say a true goodbye! What was once her elegant and delicate bow is now safely in the hands of Kanoe. 'No no!' She didn't want to see another demon break her heart, not after the monster that took Shinobu's life! The same monster that had treated her mother so gently. It hurt, she hated him now but, she couldn't help the softest bit of heartbreak that flooded through her as his colored eye slowly lost their vibrant shade and how his smirk dropped as realization truly settled in. God, she felt like vomiting! For the first time, she was truly fearful. The castle reeked of death... 'Oh Tanjiro,' she couldn't help but worry for her lover's nose, how sensitive it was... That damaged castle took Friends, family... and now lovers, right out of her grasp. It was as if her world was crumbling around her... her cosmos imploding again, destroying it the same way it was created... with a bang.

"KAMADO!" Inosuke screamed, his blue tips soaked red and his mask had been stripped long ago... his tears were evident, slowly falling down the curve of his bruised cheek as he struggled against the force of his friend... his brother. "BROTHER PLEASE!" no matter how much he screamed, yelled, and cried... nothing was reaching him. He didn't want to... neither did but, but reality slowly started to fall on the twins. The realization that the extermination of demons... was at their fingertips... but could they pay the price that was being demanded. "Y-y/n," his voice was broken, a plea to his sister, desperation hanging off each syllable. He needed her guidance, her brains! What was the answer? She had always been the smart one! The one to save them, she would always save them... right?

"Inosuke," She watched as his sword slowly began to bend under the sheer strength of Tanjiro... 'We have to'... "WE HAVE TO!" She screamed, tears pouring down, panic truly setting in, Never in her life had her sword felt so heavy... her deer skull so suffocating... and her wedding ring burned as if begging her. She knew... He knew... They had to kill him... His best friend... Her husband... Their Sun. With tight, deep, breaths, time slowed around them. She took slow steps, the mear feet becoming miles as she moved. Watching as Inosuke switched their positions, pinning Tanjiro down and struggling to keep him there. He was only half fighting him, she could tell how badly he wanted to give in, save his friend... but who was he to not fulfill his wishes...

"Y-y/n," He muttered, moving his stare so her could clearly see his twin, watching as her deer skull fell to the ground... a sickening crack followed as it bounced, once, twice before settling. With her face on clear display, the agony, the distress, the sadness. Why her? Why must it be her? The cosmos shouldn't have to destroy her own Sun, lose, or extinguish the very light that illuminates her. Oh, how lonely it is... being the strongest, what burdens does a God truly carry? To look into the eyes of a monster... for reassurance... for a safe haven where she could truly love a mortal. "I-I can't," Inosuke muttered, his defensive hold faltering... "I'm Sorry..." He groaned softly, allowing the claws of Tanjiro to sink into his skin, the searing pain...

"NO!" Screaming, she reacted before thinking, slamming into the demon and forcing him off her brother. Putting quite a bit of distance between them, Running her hand through Inosuke's hair, panicking at his unconscious state. Making sure she could still see the Dmeon out of the corner of her eye, "Inosuke?" She slid her hand to his neck, searching for his pulse... hesitating... her heart dropping when she felt nothing. Moving and adjusted his body, trying to get a read, just to see if his heart still pumped. "Brother?" She whimpered softly, the relief she felt as the subtle thump... thump... hammered against her fingertips. "Okay... Okay..." Steading her own heartbeat, she took a stand, protective in front of him.

Tanjiro stood, his body morphed ever so slightly... Still looking like himself... his soft face, his gentle smile... his sweet scent... how sickening. The only distinctive difference stood within his eyes... They weren't the kind and sparkling ones they were before entering the castle... No, they were sharp, mean... aggressive. She refused to look away from them... as they stood as the only reminder of what had been done... "My Love," She muttered, adjusting her Stance to strike... "Do not fear," She whispered, her grip on her swords tightening, "I shall follow you soon,"

With quick speed, she struck him, but she was taken aback by his own speed... She should have expected it... shame on her to think that the blood of the demon god was not superior to hers. He had blocked her with ease, his stance unwavering. His own attack followed shortly after, causing her to be sent flying... crashing into the ground with a crack before skidding to a stop, blood smearing as she did so. "AKA," She stilled for a moment, sitting to catch her pained breath before bouncing up and attacking again. Clashing back and forth, each swing a little weaker than the last, her stamina draining faster, from the battles before to this one now... she had spilled much blood. She refused to pull away though, her eyes refusing to leave him... knowing if she did so she'd die in seconds. "I HAVE TO!" Unsure of who she was yelling at, herself? or the soul that was once her lover, "TANJIRO!" She moved, her movements quicker than before, now carrying an intent to kill. Each step she took left swirls of colors and stars. Left then right quick, intentional... deadly.

'Y/n' She watched as his body froze... leaving the perfect opening for her to strike. It was as if for a moment he was battling himself, allowing her the perfect setup to kill.

"I LOVE YOU!" Screaming, she swung her sword down harshly, aiming for his neck... 'My beautiful Husband...' Her eyes drifted... oh how they drifted... Trailing from his eyes to his smile. One that she had woken up to so many times... so gentle... loving. Then to his hair, once she'd run her hands through it, so soft and fluffy.. never neat. And Finally, she landed on his wedding band... displayed his soul devotion to her and her alone... "Oh, My dear hus AKA!" She fucked up... pulling her final blow, so lost in the memories, so lost in what wasn't there anymore... the most amature move... the move of falling in love, leaving her wide open.

"AGH!" She screamed as his claws dug deep into her side, blood pooling in her throat before forcing its way out with a harsh cough. She Clawed at his hands, trying to get them to release her but they didn't budge, losing her strength and will to fight as her vision slowly faded into black.

Tanjiro lay within an endless pool of his own blood, trapped somewhere within his own soul. Ignorant to the battle happening outside this mindscape. "Y/n?" He muttered, consensus slowly coming to him, "My wife," squinting as he slowly opened his eyes, staring into the deep black night... lost of her cosmic light. He could hear her... her sobbing, her desperate cries for him... "Y-y/n," He whimpered softly, hearing her screaming in agony. "Y/N!"

Suddenly, he felt a strong hand take hold of his leg, the cold scales of a snake gently kissing his skin. Tracing further up he felt 2 delicate hands, one strong and firm but the other soft but precise. The soft sounds of beads hitting against one another, as a large hand palmed his upper back thrusting him upwards, soon many followed, cradling his body and lifting him higher and higher. Towards that sky that was slowly gaining stars....no not stars' hands. They were reaching for him! Trying to grasp his... the final hand took hold of his head... pushing him up as far as he could, but it wasn't enough... he stood the slightest bit out of reach!

"TANJIRO!" he hadn't been able to move, think, or speak... but the loud voice shattered whatever glaze had covered his mind. He watched as a hand reached through, with every inch of color kissing the sky, rippling with hues of pinks, blues, and purples. Catching the slightest shine of a ring that delicately decorated its finger. For once, he felt the tug to reach for it, felt the need to grasp it. Slowly, his hand moved, gently taking hold of it, closing the remaining distance that stood between them. "You Got This!, We Got This!" He felt the grip tighten as his palm was flushed against theirs, "I GOT YOU!" The voice echoed before harshly yanking him up into the sky, eyes squinting as the dark sky slowly faded into light.

"NO TANJIRO DON'T LEAVE ME" Muzan watched as his only chance was driven away, his face paling as the boy slowly created the sun, taking his rightful spot within the cosmos. "NO!" Then he found the same hands Tanjiro had... thought these had much different indents. "No!" He struggled against them, "No NO," Screaming as they held him steady, the sun now fully displayed in the sky. "NOOO!" And Muzan realized... Tanjiro did the smartest thing any man could do... He fell in love.

"TANJIRO!" With a stark shock, he sat up harshly, headbutting whoever was leaning over him, "Aka! Fuck!" His eyes darted, searching for her...

Her voice, her look... her sent, it was all he needed before crashing his lips into hers, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. Cautions of both his and her own wounds... pulling away only because a mop of bright yellow hair crashed into his left side, then a much daintier figure into his right... and to top it all off a strong form pressed against his back, holding all of them close together. He couldn't help the sob he let out, the relief of being safely surrounded by his universe, his comet, his stars... his moon, and right there in front, tucked into his chest, rested his cosmos.  "I'm Back..." He muttered, sinking deeper into the embrace.

"WE WON!" Man, what a life to live... one that was war-filled but love-filled just the same... and what a privilege to be blessed with the continuation of it.

"And that's the story of your Great Great Grandparents," Softly closing the journal, the woman smiled at the awe-struck look her 4 children held on their faces. With gentle hands, she placed the book right back where it belonged. A shelf that was decorated with pictures and memorable items, from the head of a boar, A lighting pattered Haori, a beautiful bamboo stick with a pink bow around it, a fire handle protector that was meant to decorate a sword and a deer skull... "What a life," She giggled, staring at the group photo of a woman who liked not much different from her own daughter, and a man the eerie reflected her nephew's face. They stood stark center, surrounded by friends and family... one claded in the most beautiful white Kimono she'd ever seen and the other a pressed black one to match.  Humming, reading the title of the picture, signed by everyone who had attended, "Wedding day, Shinobu, Genya... so many," She smiled, "My... How loved were you?"

(OKAY!!! AGHH HIS WAS AHH Love this chapter so much!!! Love you all!!  HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

A radiating sun within the Cosmos.

pt2 of a shooting star

PT1 MasterList

Okay... it's been pretty rough... I tore my ACL so I won't be able to play my senior year... It sucks, a lot, especially when I've played this sport for nearly 14 years of my life and the final year I can play without a care for scholarships or anything is gone. The reality that I could have very much kissed my sport goodbye is still settling in, BUT! I will be back to normal... hopefully within 7 months so yeah, but! Anyways getting off track, Okay, so this was a request and I'm sorry it's not exactly as requested. Some fluff seemed like it was in order! SO ENJOY THIS PART 2 OF SHOOTING STAR! Tanjiro X Inosuke younger twin sister (Blood, cursing, killing demons, mention of sex, and abandonment issues)\ haley chambers thank you for the request!

Within the rooms of the Butterfly estate, Y/n was sitting, her deer head resting in front of her. She was humming a soft tune to herself, brushing out her hair and smoothing out her skirt, ensuring no wrinkles. She was getting ready for her first official date with Tanjiro. Having been traveling rather constantly for a near year, Tanjiro promised her that their official first date would be extravagant. They had shared kisses late at night, cuddled close to one another as the storms passed, and he's even had his ass saved by her more times than he can count. "Okay... Okay... First date... ever," She was a blushy, giddy mess. Sure she'd traveled through the village from village, men fancying her, trying to court her, or just fuck her. But Tanjiro was different... His aura was so pure, no ill intention shone behind his smile, not sex-driven, greedy... he looked at her. Not her body, her face, her high rank... no he was loving her soul.

"He's the one" she whispered, gently petting the decapitated head. Shinobu couldn't help but chuckle, smiling from the doorway. She was expecting to have slightly startled Y/n but alas she was always on guard and could sense her approaching from a mile away. 'Poor girl' she couldn't help the small pitty that developed for the undercover Hashira, knowing of the heartache she's accounts but never getting the fame the others possess. This was her first date...

"He sees me! not anything but me!" She rose to her feet quickly, running to meet Shinobu at the door, "I'm not a Warrior or a Slayer!" She giggled, "To Him, I'm a Lover!"

"He is a good pick," She nodded in agreement with the girl. She had never seen her act like this before... The typically calm and collective girl was so flustered... acting like a teen. It was refreshing, to see her interacting with other teens and even pursuing a relationship. 'Just gotta keep her occupied for a few more minutes' she hummed, trying to fulfill her promise to her older brute of a brother who was currently interrogating the 'perfect' boy. (With Tanjiro)

"KAMABUCHO!" Tanjiro swallowed tightly at the serious tone of the Boar masked man. He could smell the aggressive radiating off the boy... "Why her?" low and deep, growling and rolling the R. His face was hidden but his snarl was evident.

Tanjiro took a deep breath... unsure how to word his sentience to avoid outrage. He clenched the side of his slacks once smooth to the touch now wrinkled. His collared shirt felt as if a boa construct was wrapped around his neck. And his sword, which was securely strapped to his hip was quite tempting to draw as an extended means of protection from the boar boy. "W-well I,"

"WHY DID YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HER?!" Inosuke said, not even allowing the redhead to defend himself... "SEX?" He was now crawling across the table that separated the two, reaching his hand to grab Tanjiros collar tightly, wrinkling that now as well. Holding it so tight his knuckles had turned white... "Gonna fuck? HUH?? USE HER AND LEAVE!?" His breath was heavy, puffs coming out the nose of the mask making him all the more intimidating. However... he wasn't quite sure where this sudden hatred for his best friend had come from... Tanjiro was the man he trusted most... and to have him marry the woman he trusted most made sense but... the idea of him taking her away. He had done everything with his sister... been through hell and back with her... he was scared, "Gonna take her away?? Leave me behind!? HUH!?"

As his words spewed... Tanjiro's eyes widened in realization... Inosuku wasn't mad at him... he didn't hate him... he was scared... scared that Tanjiro would take his away from him, destroying their found family. "Inozuke..." His voice was soft, talking as if the boar-masked man was a wild animal, hurt and scared of the storm.

"G-gonna leave us... take her away from me," The gasp that left him was so soft, feeling Tanjiro's hands covered his... his grip instantly loosening as he stared at Tanjiros soft smile and kind eyes.

"We... are not going anywhere," He refused to tear his stare from the dead eyes of the boar, "We are staying right here... with our family," with a gentle tug, Inosuke released his collar, and allowed Tanjiro to reach and remove his mask. Faced to face with the beautiful man, his eyes watery and his breath rather ragged. Since meeting them... he had always considered him a brother, loved him like one, needed him like one. Even before he had fallen in love with Y/n. "You are my brother... and... If I'm with Y/n... I can just officially call you that," His smile was bright, shining in the dim room of the butterfly estate.

"Like... the damn sun," Inoske always compared his sister to the cosmos, colorful, powerful, elegant... at least that's how she would describe them, so with his own recognition of that, he had demanded her to give him a role in her cosmos. Remembering her soft giggle as she thought hard about his role, He was more than elided to be called the comet. Raging without fear and abiding by no rules, taking on anything that dared to cross its path. 'If he becomes the sun..." He placed each person in a place... Nezuko as the Moon, opposite of her brother, and Zenitsue as the stars... that left the sun... 'He... completes our universe' the thought caused a smile to spread across his face. All the pieces were set in place... their roles perfectly matched to them, a brilliant revelation. Now, he was never considered the sharpest tool in the shed but he understood his sister better than anything, how she'd think, act, but he never completely got the comparison, she had even compared their mother to the Big Bang that supposedly created the world like how she created them he never understood... but here... in this moment... it all fell into place.

"I love her... and I can't wait any longer," Tanjiro confessed, his words, the way he phrased them caught the beautiful man's attention. "I want to be her sun! as you call me," he muttered, fidgeting with the delicate object resting in his pocket, "I want.. no NEED to be in her galaxy!" he held no shame, no hesitation... no fear... "I'm going to ask her to marry me!" He stared into Inosukes green eyes, "I need her to be mine forever!" He knew what was approaching, the battle that could very much well cut their time short, life was too delicate right now, and he could never forgive himself if he didn't capitalize on this chance.

He internally panicked as Inosuke went still, his scent changing drastically, from calm to pure excitement. He chuckled at the loud laugh and cheers that came from his friend, "HAHA KAMABUCHO I LIKE HOW YOU THINK!" He grabbed Tanjiro's shoulders tightly shaking him violently, back and forth several times before hugging him, "BROTHER!"

"Brother..."

(TIME SKIPPP) Y/n held Tanjiros hand tightly, blood coursing through her veins as small splatters of blood coated her form. Her skirt was ruined, ripped, and stained, and her hair was no longer pretty. Instead fuzzed and crazy, hair tie broken and knotted with clumps of blood and dirt. She glanced over at Tanjiros form, whose eyes were closed and his head tilted toward her. His shirt was singed and ripped, his pants no longer pressed sleek, and his chest rose and fell with struggle and a soft wheeze. "Y-y/n?" He groaned, moving to sit up off the forest floor, shivering at the blood that soiled the land in front of him. A little price to pay to rid the village of its demons.

"Yes?" She chuckled, sitting up as well... having joined the exhausted Tanjiro on the ground after he had collapsed. She, however, was still fully energized, adrenaline pumping. "Wasn't that fun? We killed bad demons and saved the village! What a date!" She giggled, looking over to him. 15... she had slayed 15 demons in 10 minutes... to protect the villagers and her boyfriend. Hell, she even killed the 2 he was struggling to deal with so chalk it up to 17. "Tanjiro?" She gently lifted her hand brushing his hair away from his eyes, smiling as he opened them cooing at the beauty of them.  Before she used her thumb to rub away some of the grim that had coated his face.

"My girlfriends... a god," he muttered eyes staring at her... the moonlight catching her perfectly, her eyes shining with the remnants of her breathing style... her y/c/e had such a shine to them like a galaxy was shrunk and gifted to her, her eyes... he found... was the place he'd like to go when he dies. Calm, beautiful... and still with her.

Y/n tilted her head softly in confusion, "God?" She only tensed slightly when his hand reached and took hold of her face... her only response was to lean into it... He simply just admired her. Whenever they would fight together she'd always have that Deer Skull cladding her face, never had he been able to gaze upon her beauty whilst in battle. Countless times while clashing with the demons, he found himself watching her... watching as she'd slice the head of one, then taking a moment to say a prayer and write a simple symbol where the demon's body fell. He was so lost in her that he hadn't even realized his hand was moving to cradle the back of her neck, "Tanjiro?"

"My...god...beautiful...perfect," He didn't know why god was the word to describe her but she was... she was elegant, powerful, beautiful... and dangerous just like one. How strange... He always used to describe Inosuke as a monster... aggressive, angry... powerful... but could gods and monsters be related? Could such a revenge beast share blood with one so elegant? "My God," he whispered before pulling her in and connecting their lips. He felt her tense slightly before slowly melting into his lips... He pulled her deeper, with his other hand remaining on her cheek. She also felt as he melted into her, the feeling of her strong arms wrapping around his neck. Warming his soul and heating up his entire body... their movements were slow and passionate... neither wanting to break away from the other's love. Bodys held so close they were practically one, holding each so tightly, as if the lettering go would kill them on the spot.

With much resilience, Tanjiro only pulled away when he felt himself become light-headed from the lack of oxygen but even as he pulled away he didn't move far. Resting his forehead against hers, lips only centimeters apart breathes molding with each pant of air from their lungs... "Ah... Hi," His eyes were dazed and airy, refusing to leave hers, cheeks a ruby red with heat to them.

Y/n couldn't help the giggle that left her throat, a soft "hello," following suit. She could still feel the tight grip his hand held on the back of her neck, squeezing softly every now and then as if reminding himself that she was real... that she was his. "Tanjiro?"

"Marry me," He whispered, but in the silence of the forest, it was loud and blaring.

"W-what?"

"P-please?" he hesitated, "I already asked Inosuke," It was a small detail, one most would overlook, but he knew it was important to her. She couldn't help her breath hitching, realizing he had remembered such a meaningless conversation. They were sitting at that inn, the night late, and everyone sleeping soundly... except for her. She remembered how she couldn't sleep, no not after encountering the demon with the rainbow eyes. One she had been running from... his face, his voice, the memories that seemed to follow.

"You remember that stupid conversation?" Y/n remembered how concerned he was, how he asked why she was awake so late into the night... and before she could even stop herself she shared such a meaningless fact about herself, 'Tanjiro... when I get married, make sure he asks Inosuke for my hand... Since I have no farther,' never was she expecting the boy to take those words to heart... but here he was, informing her that he had followed through with her request.

"Face Inosuke to get the girl," He smiled softly at her, eyes still staring into hers, "Worth it all," He sighed,

"You... I can't believe you.."

"Of course I remembered, It was important to you... and the gateway to your hand," He moved, his body now less sore and adrenaline pumping again, but for a much different reason. With ease he lifted her off him, helping her stand before following suit. "Okay... let me do this properly," He muttered, smoothing out his dress shirt as best as possible before dropping to one knee.

With a deep breath, he took her hand and began, "Y/n... the life we live is not a safe one... nor a happy one," stopping for a moment, he reached his free hand into his pocket... carefully pulling out a ring that could only be described as... perfect. For her at least, unique just the way he knew her to be. It was beautiful, 2 beautiful ruby gems sat with the sockets of what was once a delicate bird, stripped of skin and feathers... only a skull remaining. Y/n gasped, it was quite obvious it was custom... the cost to find a bird that small and the gems... not to mention the delicate hands needed to handle such a small thing. "But with you, it is... to wake up knowing... that you'll be there..." He hesitated for a moment,  "I know... we're young but I need to know that no matter what... I am yours... and You are mine," Looking up at her, her eyes were glossed but shining, and his lips wavered at her lack of response... "Will you marry me?"

Y/n could only stare, still processing all the care he had put into this gesture. One she had dreamed of her whole life, but never truly expected it to happen. The skill would sit so perfectly on her delicate finger.... but her silence was slowly breaking the boy's heart... Was it so to say no? Was it too soon? Did she not want to be tied down? All these questions began rumbling in his head... about ready to erupt... until her soft voice broke through "T-Tanjiro..." He stared at her intently... awaiting... "Yes..."

"HAHA!" Before she could even finish, he was sweeping her off her feet, spinning her around, the moon bearing witness to it all. "REALLY? LIKE REALLY?"

"YES!! YES!!" She giggled as he buried his head into her neck, breathing in her euphoric scent... wanting her to always smell this way... Setting her down softly... just basking in the moment... the wonder and beautiful moment... "Y/n Kamado... I like it,"  She smiled, gently running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah... I love it," He muttered, holding her closer if possible, before pulling her into another passionate kiss, slipping the ring on her finger while doing so, officially securing the title of Fiancee... soon to be husband.

(OKAy ITS DOONE!!! UGH I Loved writing this soo much and I'm sorry that it took s long to finish this! I love yo all and am so thankful for you all supporting and liking!! till next time! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

To my heaven or your underworld?

Master List

(This was something I’ve had in the drafts and decided to post it!!) cute fem child reader!

Angst but fluffy and comforting

A cool breeze settled in the air on the crisp afternoon of July. Deep in the Zion Canyons, a beautiful waterfall stood, untouched by man. “Hurry up Gabriella!” A little boy called his friend. One who he had recently met, successfully dragging her out of the run down home. He stood tall on a rock, peering down at the little girl who was behind him. His freckled face held a flushed look due to the summer sun and his green eyes never wavered from her.

“I’M COMING!” She had yelled back at him, struggling to climb the rock with her hair constantly falling in her way. She dug her feet into the side of the smooth stone and was able to hoist herself up, successfully resting her upper body where he stood.

“I told you wearing your hair down was a bad idea” He wore a smirk, one that gloated about the fact that he knew better than her for once.

“Shut up, You threatened to leave me” She complained, rolling herself completely onto the platform-like area.

“Here, upsy daisy,” He took a gentle hold of her arms pulling her to stand next to him. He chuckled, watching her as she whipped the sweat from her forehead and hunched to catch her breath. “Are you that tired?” He rolled his eyes before turning his gaze to the beautiful scenery that was laid before them. Looking out onto the other side of the rock, a massive drop-off stood. With flowing water being produced by the massive waterfall that was displayed right in front of them.

“I think you’re forgetting t-that I have'' she huffed “I’m not meant WOAH” She gasped, cutting herself off, turning her full attention to the view as well. The waterfall stood tall, the rushing water silencing all outside noise. The sun reflected off it creating a hue of colors and illuminating the lush green surrounding it.

“I told you it was nice” He took a glance around, looking for the spot to climb down towards the water, he made his way to a rope that had been wedged between two smaller rocks. He had been here before, scotting for a place to take her. He decided that for Gabby's well-being, he’d make an easier way to get down before bringing her here. “I found it a while ago and knew you’d love it. '' He took a sturdy hold on the rope, giving it a harsh tug to ensure its stability. Once he was sure it was safe enough, he began to slowly make his way down.

“It’s so beautiful, HEY WAIT!” Gabriella rushed towards the rope, making sure to stay a safe distance from the edge, “H-Hey, where do you think you’re going?” She gasped as he continued down the side.

“Uh duh, I’m going for a swim” He moved his hands, one after the other, keeping his feet firmly planted on the steep wall and his eyes refused to waver from the gray stone directly in front of him. “Follow if you want! But if you’re too scared, go home” He made quick work climbing down, as if he’d done it a hundred times before. He stretched his foot searching for the comfort of solid ground. He was completely aware that she would follow, refusing to admit she was a chicken.

“I’M NO COWARD!” She called, hyping herself up for the daring task, “Come on Gabby, you got this” She whispered encouraging words as she took hold of the rope. Setting her body over the edge, refusing to look at the ground. Taking one hand and one step at a time, she slowly made her way down.

“I’LL CATCH YOU IF YOU FALL '' 20 feet below his voice sent a warm, almost calming sensation over her as she slowly continued to descend. “THAT'S IT” He continued to spew cheers, arms at the ready for if anything went wrong. “I promise I’ll get you there safely,” He said lowly, a promise not to her but to himself.

“AHH” Gabriell let out a shrill, her foot had slipped causing panic to course through her. Tightening her grip and squeezing her eyes closed, she dangled, softly swaying back and forth. She made multiple attempts to try and regain footing on the rock, but each time failed. Giving up on trying to fix her position she just swayed for a few seconds, her arms quickly growing tired.

“GABBY '' Panicked, he tried to follow her movements, He watched as her grip slowly began to loosen. He racked his brain for any ideas, he knew he had to act fast. “GABBY YOU GOTTA LISTEN” he kept glancing between her and the ground. With at least a 15-foot drop between her and the solid ground he knew very well that if she fell, they wouldn’t be able to finish the adventure.

“HELP, PLEASE” Something wet splashed onto his face, He looked back up at the girl hanging there, and he watched as tears rolled down her puffy cheeks.

“GABBY YOU GOTTA LOOK AT ME” He tried to coax her out of the panicked state, “GABBY PLEASE” He watched as she only tightened her eyes and wrapped her legs around the rope.

“N-no, it hurts' ' She could feel her hands start to bleed from her tight hold on the ragged rope. “I don’t wanna die” Her thoughts ran rampant praying to god, she began to receive every prayer she could remember from her Church classes, “Our Father who in heaven”

“GABRIELLA LISTEN TO ME” Her eyes shot open at the desperate tone of his voice, and she looked down, instantly regretting her decision. She quickly closed her eyes again and began to shake her head from side to side. “LISTEN TO ME PLEASE” His eyes traveled to the water next to him, about 4 feet to the left from where he stood, “GABRIELLA LOOK AT THE WATER,” he had hoped a small distraction would calm her before he offered his outlandish solution. Slowly she took a glance at the glistening water, once again captivated by its beauty.

“WHAT ABOUT IT” She could feel herself calm slightly, unknown as to why, whether it was her accepting that her arms would eventually give out, or that she trusted him to save her. She was grateful to have some sense of her surroundings,

“SWING TOWARDS IT”

“WHAT” She now looked at him, eyes wide and mouth gaping. She was shocked, out of all ideas she never thought his solution would be to just give up. “NUH NO WAY”

“I’VE THOUGHT IT OVER,” He stared right at her, a false smile on his face, “WITH ENOUGH MOMENTUM YOU CAN MAKE IT INTO THE DEEPER PART” She glanced between him and the water, from her perspective it looked like it was miles away, but she knew it was her best chance. She could feel her arms weakening and her blood only made her hands hurt more. She couldn’t shake the fear completely. What if she didn’t go far enough? What if the rope snapped? What if she drowned?

“GABRIELLA TRUST ME!” She looked back to where he was standing but he was gone, She looked desperately for his whereabouts. Cursing herself for losing sight of him, almost going back into a panic. Finally, she watched as he made his way into the water, standing shoulders deep and waving, “I PROMISE I’LL BE HERE” He stood showing her that the depth of the water was deep enough for her to jump into. Her eyes watered once again, watching she had an epiphany. It was the best shot she had, realizing this, she released her locked legs from the rope and hesitantly began a swinging motion. Acting as if she was at the local playground, kicking her feet back and forth to get momentum to go higher. She had done this hundreds of times, jumping off the swing at its peak to feel the thrill, but never had it been from this high. She continued the motion till she felt it was at a safe speed and height,

“I TRUST YOU” She screamed, letting go of the rope as her momentum headed forward. She plummeted towards the water, bringing her legs up into her chest. She shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impact. The ice-cold water hit her feet first, resulting in her form slightly wavering, as the rest of her body became submerged, she completely let go. Eyes still shut tight but surrounded by the ice water, she floated for a second before a hand grabbed her t-shirt collar and another grabbed her shoulder. Jerking her up out of the water, she was met with worried green eyes and a tear-stained freckled face.

“Gabby, a-are you okay?” He readjusted his grip to help keep the girl afloat in the water, “Gabby?” He moved her wet hair from her face trying to get a good look at her. He stared at her for a moment before her lips curled into a massive grin.

“THAT WAS EXHILARATING” She screamed, throwing her arms around him, “I DID IT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?” she was stuck between sobbing and laughing, He let out a sigh of relief, letting out a soft chuckle at her antics.

“That you did, handled it way better than I did” He held her tightly gently patting her back to comfort his racing heart. “You okay? Nothing hurt?” He pulled away to look her over, “Your hands” he huffed looking at the slightly tinted red water surrounding them. He brought them close to examine them, they held small cuts and were bruised but overall looked okay.

“Ah it’s nothing, the water is making them feel better though” She dismissed his worry, removing herself from his hold, and stood barely reaching out the water. “Let's head to shore, that way I can catch my breath properly,” She smiled before wading herself through the water.

“Wait! Are you sure you’re okay?” He followed close behind her, “You didn’t hit anything when you landed? Not the bottom right?” He tried to walk a little faster to catch her. “A-and there was no other kind of resistance right?”

“What? No, I’m all good” She dismissed his questions, continuing her trek. “Why?”

“Oh, nothing it’s just,” He stared at the back of her hair, weighing his options. He had already opened his mouth, might as well go through with it. “I’ll show you when we get to land”

“Okay, it’s not something life-threatening again right?” Gabby was now in waist-deep water, continuing to exit the water.

“No, I promise nothing will happen like that again” She only hummed at his response.

“We’ll see” With the water only ankle deep, she spun around and plopped herself into the water. Sitting on the rocky bottom, softly swaying feet in the water. “I can’t get over how clear the water is” She smiled, “Or the fact that I almost died” She took a deep breath,

“It is very nice huh?” He paused, “Well except for you almost dying!” He quickly added before squatting down next to her, messing with the rocks. Every now and then he picked up a rock to examine it. Gabby sat quietly examining as the water flowed, until “This one is good!” He cheered, standing up again. She jumped slightly, quickly turning her head to see what he had.

“It’s a rock?” Gabby only tilted her head softly, a confused look on her face.

“It’s a perfect skipping stone” He stated, glancing over at her before angling himself towards the waterfall, closing one eye, and sticking out a tongue to aim. He swung his arm back once before bringing it forward slowly, he repeated this action a couple more times before finally letting the rock go. Gabby's eye sparkled with amazement, watching as the stone went skipping towards the falls. Her smile dropped when suddenly the stone stopped,

“Huh, what happened?” With double the force it had been thrown with, the stone came skipping back towards the boy. With ease he caught the stone, smiling brightly and showing it off.

“Ain’t it cool? No matter how hard I throw it, it always comes back” He cackled,

“LET ME TRY!” Gabby stood fast and practically jumped on him to grab the rock.

“Okay, okay, here!” He set the smooth rock in her hand, and demonstrated what she needed to do, “So angle like this,” He shifted her slightly, “And now swing your arm to get the momentum” He watched as she followed his directions, “and on the way forward, LET GO!” As soon as he gave the command she let the stonefly, watching as it skipped across the water perfectly, before suddenly stopping. However, it sat for a moment, longer than they had anticipated before it came shooting back, “AHH”

“AHH” They both dived away from the stone that came rocketing back at them. Into the water they both splashed, creating a disturbance within the peace. Quickly sitting up to see what had happened he glanced over at her, “Ooh my gosh, what was that?” Gabby sat up, looking in the direction of where the stone had gone, there lodged into a tree was the smooth rock.

“Amazing” Shifting next to her, his eyes just stared at the tree. His face contorted into a brilliant smile, and his eyes glowed with a fire.

“Hehe, that was awesome!” She splashed water at him, drawing him out of his daze. He chuckled and returned her action.

They continued this banter for hours, giggling and playing with the water. The time flew by, quickly leading the sun to slowly set and the moon to rise. “This was the best day ever, I wish it could last forever!” Gabby giggled out of breath from running around.

“Yeah, me too” He chuckled looking over at her, his smile faltering slightly, taking a glance to the waterfall. It still sparkled even without the sun present.“Hey Gabby, what if it could last forever?” He was nervous about her reaction, “We could just stay here” His suggestion took her by surprise, it caused her smile to drop, and she stared at him for a moment. The once joyous environment turned cold.

“But what about our families?” She questioned, breaking the silence “I mean we can’t just disappear like that!” She voiced her concerns, beginning to pace around the water. “Where would we sleep? What if it rains? Or someone comes looking for us?” She finally stopped mid-pace, “What if they come looking and take me back?”

“That's why we should stay!” He was quick to argue “That's way you never go back! Plus we can live behind the waterfall!” He examined his excitement by pointing at the waterfall, “We’re safe here, it's our haven! Come On let's do it!”He prayed she would agree, not wanting to force her into anything.

“I a-are you sure?” Gabby just stared at him, switching between looking at him and the waterfall behind. The determination he held told her everything she needed to know. “Okay, yeah! Let's do it!” She matched his determined look, before breaking out into a bright smile. “Let’s live under the waterfall!” A soft smile returned to his face.

“I’m glad you’re going willingly,” He whispered under his breath. “Alright, Gabby it’s just you and me!” He held out his hand in a fist waiting for her.

“Oh Yeah!” She matched his fist with her own,

“Our own Netherworld” He smiled brightly at her, She returned the bright smile,

“Yeah, Our own Heaven!” She chuckled, “Lead the way Hades!”

To be a Hero..... Or maybe PT3

To be a Hero PT1 PT2 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9 PT 10 Master List

This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(A mini training arc!! this will progress from the start of their senior year to the near end/entrance exam)(Mention of a minimize panic attack"

"IZUKU YOU GOTTA RUN FASTER" called to him as he stood at the other end of the beach panting. When she said she would help him train... he didn't think it would be every day. "YYY/nnn please I'm exhausted" He panted before collapsing into the wet sand, allowing the water to run over his legs and lower torso. He sat there for a while, panting and wincing from the tortures training she’s been putting him through. Y/n came rushing back, kicking up sand and splashing water in her way to meet her boyfriend. She gently moved his hair from his face, showing how red and sweaty he was. With her other hand, she placed it on his chest, feeling for any issues with his breathing or heart. "I'm so sorry Izuku... I shouldn't have pushed you so hard" She let out a soft sigh of relief as she found nothing wrong with him. With him being checked and good, she removed her hand from his face, allowing his hair to fall back into place, with a huff she took a seat next to him in the wet sand. With a squishing sound as she settled, she drug her knees up into her chest and started blankly out into the water. The sound of the waves brushing and crashing the shore did little to comfort her but they did help slightly. "Izuku... I'm sorry.... I forget that the levels between us are a little different" He lifted his head slightly, not quite understanding what she was saying, "What I mean is.... I've been training like this since I was little...” She stopped “T-there a lot I have yet to tell you Izuku… And I owe you an explanation” She sighed. Gently taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “You can tell me anything, my love... I am here to support you, and I’ll love you no matter what” He was now sitting up, hand in hand… they stared out into the vast ocean. “Okay the truth about me, my past, and my reason for coming here to Japan”

(Mini Time skip)

She allowed the tears to flow, as Izuku brought her into his chest, “Y/n I-I have no words to express how… sorry I am for you love” He placed gentel kisses on her head, holding his position for a moment longer to inhale her scented shampoo, trying to ground himself. She nuzzled closer to him as his hands ran gentle circles across her back, trying to soother her after the small break down she had just had. He still allowed his own tears to flow, unable to contain his sadness from her tale. He felt his heart shred as she shared the experiences she’s gone through just to get away from her past… and now to tell him about it all made him feel a small sense of pride? Maybe relief? Because to Izuku, this was Y/n showing just how much she loved and trusted him, to open up and allow herself to be so vulnerable. “I trust you Izuku, I want to spend my life with you… so I know this was something I would have to share” She spoke, her voice slightly broken from the sobs, but non the less held nothing but pure lover for him.  “And I want nothing more than to be here supporting and loving you Y/n” He squeezed her tighter, reassuring her that he meant every word he spoke, and had every intention to stay true to it. She let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his chest, allowing herself to breath in his scent, feel the skin on his arms, and listen to the rhythmic breaths he was taking. She felt safe and content, as if from this position nothing could harm them, not Kacchan, Not her mother, not her past, not the future…. All that mattered was the present, the gift that the universe handed her in the form that was her lovely boyfriend. Izuku continued to rub soothing circles, allowing the world to fade into the background… he was here, training to be a hero, with the love of his life… what else could he ask for?

(larger time skip)

Months had passed since they began training, and now nearing the final stretch of their senior year, Y/n could truly see the changes that were occurring with Izuku. He was muscular, not too big but definitely toned, not to mention the amount he had grown. He was taller, pushing 6’1, and had grown in confidence. Kacchan also began to leave them alone, he was beginning to focus on his own future. Every day, they trained, and soon He was able to keep up with her on the beach runs and lift a fridge with no help... he was still the same Izuku but yet he still changed.

Panting, hunched over on the beach, Izuku stood. Y/n sat atop the fridge he had just moved with a bright smile. "Izu! you're doing so well!" She cheered, jumping down to hand him a bottle of water. Landing with a soft thump, she dusted her butt off before holding up a semi-cold water to Izuku. "Here love, you need it" With a soft thanks and gentle hands, he took the water bottle from her hold and gulped its liquids down. She could only admire how far he'd come, his hard work, his determination, his everything led him to this weekend "The entrance exam" She whispered under her breather, only shifting her stare to his arms, they were littered with small bruises and scratches from them training. "You ready for this Izuku?" with a sigh, he removed the bottle from his lips, wiping his mouth, he turned his attention to her. "as ready as my amazing girlfriend could get me" He giggled, running a hand through his crazed hair in an attempt to slick it back, even just slightly. She rolled her eyes, "I'm serious Izu.. do you feel ready? are you nervous? scared?" She was scared, she had no idea what the entrance exam was like without a recommendation. What if pure strength wasn't good enough? what if they asked for a demonstration of quirks? What if he could die? Yes of course she was worried, she knew Izuku was strong and resistant, she made sure of that... but to send him off like that, to an environment that neither she nor him was familiar with scared her... terrified her. She was spiraling without even realizing it, her anxiety, her fears, her everything was coming to the surface. "Y/n" muffled for sound... "Y/n" it kept calling her but she continued to ignore it... too lost in her own thoughts. That was until two large arms grabbed her shoulders, forcing her out of her panic mind "Y/N" With bright green eyes, Izuku stood in front of her. "Y/n babe, talk to me.... come on" He tried coaxing her out of her fiddled position. "Tell me something love, what... what color is my hair?" He was hopeful that distracting her would calm her enough.

"Green... your hair is green... and you eyes are the exact color" Her eyes still glossed but she was staring right at him. "A-and your face is red, with freckles... like a strawberry" She gently ran her hand over his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off of it and the continue in the brightening color. "My Zuku" She sighed, finally gaining some sort of grounding "I'm right here" he whispered kissing her palm and holding closer to his face. "I will be fine," He spoke as if he was in her mind, reading it but in reality he could just read her that good. "Trust me, trust yourself!" He spoke, moving slowly to take her other hand, that played with her knee "You are an amazing teacher... so please have confidence in us" He had their hands clasped together, holding her tightly... watching as her eyes became their normal Y/e/c. "There they are.. those gorgeous orbs" He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding... watching as she completely came back to this moment, away from her mind. "I trust you... and I am 100% sure you will pass this exam" She nodded, determined, ready, and confident in both his and her own ability's. "Tomorrow... You will shake the world" She said staring into his eyes... "And after this summer... WE will shake the world" With his bright smile and reassuring eyes, she knew that that statement was 1000% true. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" the screamed their words, ones that represent their silent promise to one and other. "Okay Zuku... lets go get you ready"...

(I AM SO SORRY!!! My classes just started nack up and let me tell you WOW they have taken a lot of my time,But I am getting in the grove again... Based on my routine I'm hoping at least one chapeter a week for this BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUEST!!!) {ALso side note this story is gonna be tranfered over to its own book that way its not to much of the same here<3)

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡. 𝟏𝟎 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐀

Quotev

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐀

✎ᝰ┆❝ 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚... 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨... ❞ the offspring of a meliorist witch an...

The Wyvern, a magnificent creature with its sleek, serpentine head and a menacing hiss, was determined to escape the encroaching civilization. Its two powerful forearms clung to the walls as it scaled with its rough, twelve-meter-long body covered in earthy brown scales. Four clawed legs supported its weight as it traversed the urban landscape, its thin, leathery wings allowing it to glide over chasms and obstacles. These wings, when not in use, revealed the wyvern's rugged, flexible skin along its forelegs and ribs. Along its spine, a striking crest of bristly, vibrant red fur added to its camouflage in the crimson forests, making it nearly invisible among the foliage.

Adorned with a wooden mask resembling a barn owl, the figure confidently taunted the pursuing guards, their heart-shaped face pale with buff and grey colouring, large forward-facing eyes, and a painted downward-pointing bill. They sat astride on the wyvern, the dark beige panelled skirt reaching their knees and paired with black tights, black boots, and sage green leg warmers trimmed with white fur. Their sage green top boasted long semi-bell sleeves, complementing skintight black fingerless gloves that stretched up to their elbows. An umber brown waist-length poncho, adorned with feathers matching the mask, completed their ensemble. Their untamed black hair was woven into a thick braid, and adorned with small golden bell earrings on their semi-exposed ears.

Behind the mask, a pair of concentrated eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of others aligned with their cause. Their previous taunting expressions transformed into looks of determination as they raised a finger towards the guards, tracing an intricate spell in the air. As the spell took shape, plumes of fire spiralled out from the centre of the circle, effectively halting the advance of the plague-masked guards.

The air was split by a piercing whistle, causing everyone to turn and see another of the masked companions motioning urgently as the beastly demon hurtled towards the ground with sinuous grace. As they looked ahead, they were stunned to see familiar figures a few yards away—the residents of the Owl House, deep in conversation and oblivious to the danger. Taking a deep breath, the person ran their hand along the sleek fur of the Stokala, suppressing a yelp as it vaulted over the residents, soaring briefly through the air. They saluted the residents as time seemed to slow, eliciting stunned looks in return before the beast accelerated and disappeared around the corner.

note. yes, I did use the yaelokre aesthetic/character design for some elements in my book; credit is provided and I will include the link to the one I used

Picrew

Yaelokre OC maker

❗️do not cover up credits❗️ тикток и тгк: @trubadui автор оригинала:yaelokre

The reason I wrote this book is my love for the series, along with a small idea of sharing my thoughts on other series through writing. While some may find it unusual, I genuinely enjoy taking the time to work on chapters and review my writing to ensure it flows smoothly.

Feel free to read this only if you are curious; negativity and hate comments will not be tolerated.

ᱬ⛧ toying around ~ s. gojo

sum: when a dare you gave your boyfriend ended up biting you in the backside - now you’re a mess and he’s loving it.

pairing: satoru gojo x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mndi. toy play, implied exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected p in v, implied c warming, gojo is a cocky mf, implied multiple rounds, reader gets called sweets/good girl, general swearing.

a/n: i’m back after being away for a bit - enjoy some toy play/kink with our favourite white-haired sorcerer. originally wrote with another character but it's time to shake it up. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,304

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist

rubbing your legs together, you chewed on your bottom lip as you attempted to relieve some of the pressure you felt within your core as the knot in your gut tightened slowly with each passing second.

unfortunately, the more you pressed your legs together, the more the pressure and pleasure increased. why did you have to be a smart mouth and give a dare to your boyfriend? you were sure he wouldn't take you up on it, mainly due to him not wanting to draw attention to you both, but to your dismay, he did. glancing up, you took in the mass of snow-white hair before letting a small whimper pass your swollen lips.

placing your head down on the table, you let out another soft moan, only to be met with a chuckle as blue eyes took in your current state. "you know i’ll only turn it up if you keep acting like that, (y/n)". the obvious glee in his voice made you growl, mentally debating whether you should punch him for being so cocky.

after a few moments, a small gasp slipped past your lips as you lost your train of thought to your soon-to-be impending doom. "h-ah, fuck, t-toru, please, this isn't f-fair". you whined out a little more than you intended at the pleasure you felt building as you lifted your head, the smirk on his lips adding fuel to your fire despite wanting to now connect your hand with his head - in a slap of hate or a grip of lust, you didn’t know which at this point any more.

you were going to make him pay for this next time, even if it killed you.

"well, you shouldn't have dared me to do this, then you wouldn't be in this situation now would you, sweets?”. satoru leaned his head on his hand as he looked you over, a small smirk appearing at the blush spreading across your face before he clicked another button on the remote he held under the table. his smirk widened at your reaction as you lifted your head and let it fall back, sucking in a breath as you tried to steady the pounding in your chest.

a few seconds later, a moan louder than you intended passed your lips as you let your head drop back down, causing people passing you both to look, raising their brows in questioning. “oh my, you're such a naughty girl aren't you, (y/n)?". his eyes racked over your somewhat dishevelled state as you bit your lip in an attempt to stifle the moan you could feel clawing at your throat.

you’d be damned if you gave him the satisfaction again, but it was so hard not to give in. after a few more agonisingly slow moments, satoru decided you'd had enough torment for the day. lifting his hand, he motioned for you to sit beside him, your body moving slowly, you manoeuvred around the round booth seat until you sat directly beside him. “as much as i like to tease and torture you with our little toys for a little while longer, i think you've endured enough for now".

his words were soothing as he lowered his hand, fingers caressing your thigh, drawing patterns for a moment before slipping under your skirt and into your underwear. taking a moment to press your clit, you sucked in a breath as you felt skilled fingers rub circles. the same fingers that were toying with you moved further down your wet pussy, slipping past the small ring of resistance with ease before reaching deep inside, savouring the feeling of your slightly pulsating walls, pulling out the soaked love egg vibrator much to his amusement.

a small moan of relief and loss sounded from you as you shuffled a little more, the fire deep within you never ceasing as your walls tried to clench around something that wasn’t there anymore. "t-toru, it's still too m-much for me”.

your soft whimpers lulled him slightly as you closed your eyes, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm the raging urge to jump him. you had been so close to that beautiful high that would have you seeing stars but it was cruelly ripped away.

soft fingers brushed against your neck while moving some of your hair, your eyes opening as you tilted your head slightly looking over your boyfriend. you were distracted and he took that as the perfect opportunity to drag a moan of both surprise and pleasure from you, before muffling any further sounds that dared to come out. the oh-so-familiar feeling of being stretched by long fingers made your eyes roll slightly, fluttering shut as the feeling of your end began building again.

amid your distraction, satoru had managed to slip two long fingers into your slick cunt, stretching your walls to the shape of his fingers as he began moving at a slow and almost painful pace. sure it wasn't the pace you had hoped for from him but to feel a part of him inside you, instead of the toy, was fair play.

pulling back from you slightly, hot breath ghosting against your lips, satoru tilted your chin and smiled softly. "you know, maybe we should take advantage of being in this booth. after all, you handled my little toy extremely well, sweets and i think we both know you’d much rather have something else inside you. something that you can really grip onto and lose your mind over".

scanning your eyes over his, you pulled his lip between your teeth and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair at the base of his neck, fingers scratching at his scalp slightly. now it was your turn to enjoy the quiet moans from deep in his throat before he played his hands on your hips, nails pressing into your skin. you didn’t know if you were trying to beg or demand with the way you were moving, but either way, he was right and you were impatient as fuck. hands guided your body to sit on his lap, facing away from him as you felt the welcome stretch of his cock pushing into your pussy, covering your mouth as you muffled the moan that slipped out.

“f-fuck, that’s it, my fucking sweet girl~”. tender kisses were peppered on your neck as you felt his hips begin to lift, pressing the head of his cock further into you, your insides moulding once again to the shape of him as you clenched around him, your body not wanting to let him slip out so easily this time around, unlike the egg vibrator from earlier that now rested in his pocket.

“~let’s see how many times i can make you come before our food arrives. if you’re quiet and good, i’ll make sure to rip those sweet sounds from your throat later on tonight when i have you pinned beneath me in bed”.

his words hit you as you let your head fall down, clenching around him once again as you moved your hips slowly, making sure to not draw too much attention to the fact you were being stretched open in pure bliss for anyone to see.

of course, you were a good girl for him, legs trembling as you came undone on his cock, your slick dripping over his lap and your thighs and you panted into your hand, eyes closing as you felt him pat your thigh.

and of course, he was true to his word, having you come undone once again, this time beneath him as he ripped sweet moan after sweet moan for your throat as he filled you up until he had nothing but blanks left to give you as he pulled you into every possible position he could.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

ᱬ⛧ you needy? ~ s. gojo

sum: being the wife of the world's strongest sorcerer meant being away from him for days or weeks at a time - of course, he came back as needy as ever.

pairing: satoru gojo x wife! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. established relationship (marriage), pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), wall fucking, cock warming, needy gojo, suggested multiple rounds, fingering, oral (f! receiving), suggested cum stuffing, unprotected fun

a/n: based on this post. lowercase intended. ik this sucks but posting anyways. cross-posted on ao3. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 3,725

links; jjk masterlist | masterlist

all was calm and somewhat quiet in the dimly lit household until the sound of the front door being slammed shut shattered every piece of that quietness. a small thud sounded a second after the person responsible for the initial noise let their head fall back against the wood, hand coming up to rub their tense temple as an exasperated sigh passed their lips.

all they needed was a moment, a moment to finally breathe after what felt like the longest mission of their life to date. not only had the main curse been a pain in the literal ass, but the smaller curses that were around made it a little more difficult to exorcise it in good time, which even they had to admit made the situation more frustrating.

dropping their hand, they let their head return back to normal as they remained on the door, taking a moment to try and figure out what day it was, let alone what time. of course, they knew it was nighttime at least, given how dark it was before they stepped through the door.

everything seemed to have blended into one long day, mind-numbing as they let out a frustrated growl before taking their time to indulge in the now quietness that enveloped them. a welcome relief from the noise they'd had to endure while away.

despite the material covering their eyes, they took a moment to scan the hallway settling on the area the light flickering from the front room came from, signalling the other person inside was awake, so it wasn't too late much to their relief. that's when they saw the head of said person sticking their head out of the door, a warm and welcoming smile tugging at their lips. "satoru, you're home!".

at the sound of the name reaching their ears, the figure pushed off the door and rushed forward, wrapping their arms around the smaller figure as they giggled.

satoru gojo was the strongest sorcerer in the world, the only surviving member of the gojo clan and a literal force to be reckoned with. yet here he was after an exhausting few weeks with his arms wrapped tightly around his wife.

you'd been an anchor to him many times before, keeping him grounded after long days of either teaching or exorcising. how he'd missed this, the feeling of you in his arms, your frame fitting perfectly against his as you welcomed him home.

after a few seconds, he pulled back to look down at you, your head tilting before you let out a playful squeal at your body being easily picked up, back pressed against the wall at your side as large hands rested on either side of your head.

you knew exactly where this was going and you couldn't deny a part of you loved it. even though you hated him being away on missions, the desire you both felt after he returned made you shiver each time.

everything that happened in the minutes after that passed in a blur of emotions - desire and need being the main ones driving the actions of your now needy husband. plump lips pressed against you before you felt sharp teeth dig into the sensitive flesh, tugging your lower lip into the hungry mouth of the man now responsible for the fire in both your gut and between your legs.

letting out a whine you raised your hands and gripped onto broad shoulders, pulling him closer. god know you missed him so much these past few weeks, especially when your fingers couldn't hit the places his longer ones could, drawing out those sweet highs from deep within.

managing to tug your lip free, you looked up at him and sucked in a quick breath at the bites now being placed directly below your jaw. this man would be the death of you and he hadn't even gotten to the part you both enjoyed yet. "toru, p-please". the pressure on your neck disappeared after a second, lips returning to yours as kisses grew sloppier and needier.

the small grunts sounded before silence greeted you once more and the cool air lapped at your once heated lips. furrowing your brows in confusion, you watched as satoru dropped to his knees, lips now decorating your thigh with the same warm, sloppy kisses that you felt only a few moments beforehand.

letting your head fall back slightly, you blinked mindlessly into the darkness above you as you felt those kisses trail up higher, closer to the one place you needed him the most right now.

those same kisses halted once again as you felt the waistband of your shorts and underwear being tugged, ripped away in tatters before you had time to look down. letting out a whine, you pressed a hand to your head and gnawed on your bottom lip before speaking, making sure he heard how annoyed you were. "for fucks sake, i've only just bought those toru, i swear if i didn't love you, i'd have booted you by now".

that was when the sound of his deep chuckle reached your ears, making you weak in the knees as his kisses resumed on your inner thigh, hand supporting the back of your flesh in his grip, words escaping between each creeping peck. "i know you~" kiss "would but~" kiss "let's face it~" kiss "i'll just buy you new ones".

with the last of his words out, satoru brought his other hand and using little to no force, pushed your supple thighs apart taking a moment to admire the way your already wet pussy looked in the soft glow of the light.

letting his tongue glide across his lips, he tilted his head up to you before smirking hands reaching up to pull your hips forward as he began to devour you like you were the essence of his very existence. skilled tongue lapped at your clit while his slender fingers easily slipped into your eager pussy, your warm gummy walls welcoming after being starved for so long.

all it took was one movement, one simple stretch of his fingers to have your head falling back, moans and whimpers escaping as you let your hands drop onto his head. the pads of your fingers rubbed small circles on his scalp before you gripped onto the snow-white strands of his hair, back pushing off the wall in an arch as you blinked back the tears pricking at your eyes, hips starting to move as you helped rub yourself against him.

you didn't realise how long it had been since you felt his tongue, but you were sure you weren't going to last that long the more his long fingers stretched you out, another being added to the two already buried knuckle deep, making you feel full yet not full enough at the same time.

although satoru enjoyed the sounds falling from your lips he couldn't wait any longer, growing bored of his face being buried between your legs. with almost no warning, he slipped his fingers out of your pussy as his tongue detached from your clit, a whine passed your lips in both shock and desperation, you were building to your climax so beautifully but he had to rip that away from you.

blinking your eyes to regain your composure, you dropped your head back down just in time to see him rising to his feet, reminding you of how much taller than you he was. "toru~".

the breathy pass of his name made satoru hum before he ripped off his uniform with little to no effort, tossing the now remnants somewhere to the side as he pressed a hand to your thigh again, gripping the flesh under his fingertips, savouring the feel before guiding your leg to wrap around his waist.

with a quick nod of your head knowing what he wanted, you let your hands travel up his torso savouring the flex of his muscles before they drape over his shoulders, fingers locked together as you felt your body being hoisted until you were at eye level with his parted lip, the tip of his cock now rubbing between your puffy pussy lips. "i can't wait any longer, sweet stuff, f-fuck, i need to feel you around me".

blinking at his words, you gave a quick smile before leaning forward, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, slowly dragging your kisses up his cheek until you stopped at his ear, hot breath causing him to shiver slightly. you let the echo of a moan slip from your throat before smirking, pressing a small peck to the shell of his ear, not before you whispered words he'd been dying to hear for what felt like a lifetime. "well, what are you waiting for honey, use me, fuck me".

it was like a switch had been flipped, the rubbing you had felt stopped suddenly, soon replaced with the obvious sensation of your ring of resistance being pushed past. sucking in a breath between your teeth, you squeezed your eyes closed before letting soft pants fall from your mouth as you felt your husband bottom out into you, walls stretched to what felt like their limits and more as it took you a moment to remember just how big he was, his thickness being the best part of his cock aside from the tufts of white hair settle at his base. it felt like it had been years since you were as close as this, yet it had only been a week or two at max.

after a few more slow seconds, you felt satoru's hips pull back as the fullness disappeared for a second before returning forcefully, knocking the air from your lungs with a harsh jolt. eyes screwed shut as you let your head fall, lips parted as whines and moans of pleasure began to fall from your mouth, hands gripping onto his shoulders and you tried your best to keep that last of your sanity in check but you were fighting a losing battle.

between the pressure building up in your gut and the cock inside you splitting you open with each hard snap of his hips, you knew it wouldn't be long before you were completely lost in the throes of pleasure. "fuck, that's it, baby girl, you take all of me so good".

oh, how his words had you clenching your walls around him, sucking him into the deepest part of your very being as you dug your nails into his shoulders before dragging them down his milky back. you knew those pretty crescent moons and red marks would be there for a few days at least, and they looked so pretty on satoru's skin. while yours left marks on his back, his fingers gripped onto your hips as he held you closer to his body, a grip that would no doubt leave small bruises, not that you would complain.

him marking your body in different ways was par for the course on most days.

to say you were pinned between a rock and a hard place was an understatement but right now, you couldn't have cared less. not when your legs are wrapped around hips that gave relentless thrusts into your pussy, dragging the most sinful noises from deep within. not when your arms were dragging pretty marks down his back for the world to potentially see, a reminder that the strongest in the world belonged to someone and that someone was you.

not when the rest of your body bounced painfully against the wall as thrusts continued to get rougher making you want that release to hold off so you could continue to enjoy this moment for a little longer. "toru, h-ah, feel so, fuck, full". letting your head roll back, you opened your mouth to let chants of satoru's name fall from your lips as you moved a hand, cupping his face to help keep yourself grounded.

you were close to your climax and you knew he could feel it as well, the way your gummy walls began to pulsate a little faster, gripping his cock a little too tightly.

moving one hand from your hip, satoru brought it up to his face and tugged down his blindfold effectively trapping your hand in its place as his eyes now looked you over. the way you let your head fall back to now look at him, the reddening of your cheeks and droll slipping from the corner of your mouth had him smirking.

despite being able to see and perceive everything around him thanks to his eyes, he never felt more powerful than right now. he was the only one who got to see you like this, bare in front of him making the most sinful noises for only him to hear.

his blue eyes always drove you crazy, they were the first thing you remember seeing when you first met him all those years back and they were the only eyes that would ever get to see you in such a state. "t-toru, p-please, i'm gonna~".

squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a shaky moan and you felt the pressure in your gut build, walls pulsating signalling you were close to your climax.

without any further words, satoru placed his hands on the wall behind you, steadying himself as he began to position his hips into you, the mushroom tip of his cock slamming against that spongy spot deep inside. the new sensation caused your gummy walls to pulsate faster around him, helping to milk him closer to his end, daring him to fill you with his seed.

and that is exactly what he did after a few more frantic thrusts into your pussy, of course, he wouldn't have been a gentleman if he didn't let your climax wash over you first. your vision flashed white as you gripped his cheek, nails pressing in slightly as a loud cry of his name slipped from your lips, your walls pulsating harshly, sucking his cock into you deeper than you both thought was possible right now.

with a few more harsh thrusts, satoru's hips stuttered to a stop as he shot thick ropes of white into your now eagerly awaiting pussy, no doubt taking up a new home deep inside your womb. the deep rumble in his chest of the moans you drew from him made you shiver more as heated lips caught yours once again.

after a few minutes of finally regaining yourself thanks to the kisses you were getting, you found yourself lying on cool silk sheets as you blinked in confusion, your gaze falling on your husband who only smiled brightly at your confusion.

tilting your head, you looked around the room before smiling softly, turning your attention back to satoru, mouthing a quick thank you as you felt the material of his blindfold being removed from your hand, being placed on the table at the side. "toru, you didn't have to do this you know".

shaking his head, satoru looked at you and hummed a little. he knew better than anyone this was where you were most comfortable when you were both intimate, he just couldn't help himself after the mission he'd just had. he missed you and your touch for so long that he just had to have you right there and then even if it was again at the wall that wasn't exactly the most comfortable of places.

"it's the least i could do, i should have waited a few more minutes to make sure you were comfortable".

you shook your head and looked him over, taking in every single piece of him you could as he smiled wider at you, hand cupping your cheek as he peppered kisses all over your face, whispering how much he's missed you and that's not leaving you for more than a second next time.

you both knew the missions he undertook were dangerous and potentially fatal, one mistake and he might not come back to you. and that scared the life out of you. the both of you.

he had two choices every time a mission was presented to him - one, the most obvious one was to undertake the mission, exorcise the curse or curses and let everything return to as normal as it could be before the next mission that he was needed for, or two, decline and spend his time locked away from the world, being only in your arms as he tried to make every second count. he was no stranger to losing someone he loved,

he'd been through what felt like hell and back before he met you at such a young age. you were the one to help him battle his inner demons, the one who made him feel better after all the long days and nights he spent away, but most of all, you were the one who loved him with everything you had to offer, helping to heal his soul one day at a time and he'd be damned if he would ever give you up.

it still didn't feel real that this was your life, that the strongest sorcerer in the world was now your husband, if someone had told you this when you were younger, you would have laughed in their faces and told them to get a life, someone like him would never end up with the likes of you.

yet here you were, still connected in the most intimate way you could be, taking on the world together. lifting your other hand you cupped his face and brought your lips to the tip of his nose, giving it a quick kiss before moving down to his lips, placing a sweet yet hungry kiss against them before pulling away, scanning your eyes over his face once more as you smirked.

quickly moving your leg, you draped it over his hip, hand resting on his shoulder before you rolled him onto his back, placing your legs on either side of his as you straddled his waist, keeping his cock snuggly inside your cunt.

letting your hands fall onto his chest, you placed them crossed over where his heart was, feeling the thumping quickening the more he looked over you, anticipating what your next move was. the smirk on your lips widened as you uncrossed them, letting your body fall forward slightly cupping his cheek again, hot breath fanning over his ear as you let a small giggle sound. "satoru, you know since we're somewhere more comfortable, i was thinking you should fill me up~".

straightening your back, you let your head fall back as you rolled your hips, making the mushroom tip of his cock rub against that spongy spot again, another sinful moan dragging from your throat. "~stuff me so full of your come that it ends up slipping out my puffy pussy~".

letting your head return to normal, you bit your lip and grabbed ahold of his hand, fingers lacing together as you pulled his torso off the sheets into a sitting position, shifting yourself so you were pressed firmly in his lap, hips moving with every other word. "~so you have to fuck it back into me until i can't take any more. until it runs messily down my thighs and legs like the tears from my eyes at the pleasure".

satoru swore he forgot how to breathe when he looked up at you, eyes lidded slightly as you continued to roll your hips into his, his cock beginning to harden once again, begging him to move his hips in tandem with yours. "well, if that's what my sweetheart wants~".

it all happened within seconds as your back hit the sheets, a gasp sounding out as your husband began to roll his hips into yours rougher than you were a few moments ago, eyes fluttering shut. moving one of his large hands, he placed it just below your navel, pushing down as he continued to roll into you, loving the feeling of your body squirming below him trying to get off on the friction against your clit alone.

after a moment, that same hand moved to grip ahold of your tit, beginning to knead the flesh, nipple hardening underneath his grasp. "~that's what my sweetheart gets, to be stuffed full of my come until she can’t take any more".

letting go of your chest, satoru placed his hand beside your head, while his other hand ran down your side, grabbing ahold of your thigh he moved it up and pressed further into you.

his body pinned you in place as you felt yourself shift slightly until you could feel the burn of your thigh muscle, your gummy walls contouring to the shape of his cock again as he snapped his hips forward once more, dragging more of the sounds he loved from your throat.

being sure to fulfil the desire to be filled full of his come, in one way or another.

when it all came down to it, satoru gojo was hopelessly in love with you. you’d come along when he needed someone the most, at a dark time in not only his life but his story as the strongest. due to that, he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with you, however, that might be because he knew one day he'd leave you behind in this cruel world, with nothing but the memories he'd made with you.

be that spending time with you, showering you with endless gifts which you were adamant you didn't need, but secretly loved regardless, fucking you for hours on end, loving the feel of the way you writhe for him as you would show him you wanted it as much as him. watching you lose yourself in the pleasure that only he could provide to you.

at the end of the day, all satoru gojo was to you was your husband, the man who you loved more than anything in the world. not a weapon to be used. not the strongest sorcerer with the weight of the world on his shoulders. no, he was just the man who you loved more than life itself, and you were forever grateful he chose to spend the rest of his with you.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Tested by Time - Chapter 3 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can't remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; none

chapter word count; 1.5k+

chapter summary; it's time to visit the museum and see what you can find with Yami, with the help of someone, you find something unexpected.

a/n; and she returns with the long awaited 3rd chapter, a quick note, you know of the spirit, you’ve just not met him in person yet until now.

links; series masterlist | prologue | 1 | 2

Just as quickly as you had been asked, the next day came around and before you knew it, you were ready and stood outside the museum. Glancing down at the watch on your wrist, you saw you were earlier than you thought, maybe you were more keen than you had let on for this. Looking to the side, you watched as people walked in and out, excited chatter from them filling the air as you leaned against the wall. Your gaze then moves to the banners on either side of the door, taking in their design and the text. You didn't think this would be popular but like yourself, there were plenty of people who loved to learn about a place like Ancient Egypt. Turning your attention back to outside the museum, you caught the tri-coloured hair of the male you were meeting.

Walking down the steps, you walked forward and waved with a bright smile. Soft eyes looked at you before the male waved back, rushing quickly to your side. The action leaves them slightly out of breath, much to your amusement. "Thanks for doing this, (y/n), I know the spirit is excited as well". Letting out a giggle, you nodded and looked over your shoulder at the building. "It's no problem at all, Yugi, really. I've been eager to come here for a while, now I have the perfect reason". Looking back to Yugi, you tilted your head slightly. "Say Yugi, what should I call the spirit?".

Your question had taken both the young boy and the spirit of the puzzle by surprise. No one has ever asked what he should be called. Most people just referred to him as Yugi or the other Yugi, but you wanted to know what he wanted. Pondering, the young boy looked to the floating male at his side, waiting for his answer. After a few minutes of silence, your friend spoke out, giving you the answer, to which you smiled and nodded. "Yami, you can call him Yami".

When the coast was clear, the young boy stepped back before a bright light shone causing you to cover your eyes slightly. When the light dimmed and you glanced back up, you saw a slightly taller male standing there. His gaze was sharper, his eyes more stern and his hair a little bit different in style. Looking him over, you hummed and held your hand for him, offering a bright smile. "I take it you're Yami, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm (y/n) but I guess you already know that". Looking down at your hand, the spirit took a moment to take in what had happened before he looked back up at you. Now that he was using Yugi's body, he could get a good look at you. He could see why Yugi talked about you most of the time. Taking a hold of your hand, he gave it a firm shake and gave back a half smirk. "That's correct. It's nice to meet you too, (y/n)".

Looking down at your hands, something felt right about it. Sure, it was your friend's body being used but when Yami took over, things changed. The hand you held onto felt strong yet familiar at the same time. Deciding now would be a great time to let go, you laughed nervously before motioning behind you. "Let's get in there and see what we can find".

Once inside, surrounded by the exhibition on Ancient Egypt, you sighed in relief as you felt yourself relax. You didn't want to make a bad impression but you were almost certain you had done. Taking a moment to look around, you gauged where everything was, making a mental note of the best displays to look at before turning your gaze to Yami. "Okay, so I think I see some displays that might be a good starting point, but if you see anything let me know and we'll check it out". At hearing your words, Yami nodded and followed you to one of the displays, taking in how you spoke and the way your face lit up when you mentioned anything Egyptian. It was a sight that made him feel at ease. After a few minutes of you both being there, the spirit felt himself being pulled towards something at the back of the room. The footsteps beside you receded while you continued to gaze at the artefact in front of you.

A moment later, you looked to your side ready to ask the spirit's opinion on something, only to be met with a space. Turning around, you scanned the room but caught no sight of him. Sighing, you walked forward and began searching everywhere you could, finding anyone but the person you were looking for. After a good few minutes, you stopped before a door at the back of the room and bent over, letting out a frustrated noise and you wiped the palms of your hands on your legs. You were tasked with one thing, and one thing only yet you couldn't even do that. "Ahh, my Queen, it's nice to see you're finally here". The sound of the voice caught you off guard as you stood up and spun on your heel, coming face to face with the young woman who you'd seen in the papers a few days prior. The one in charge of running the exhibition, Ishizu Ishtar. "I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone else~".

The dark-haired woman shook her head with a smile before stepping forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I assure you I don't. I have something useful for you". Taking a step back, she motioned to her side before a male stepped forward, holding something in his hands for you. Looking from the item to the Ishizu, you held a hand out and let it hover over the item. Did you dare touch it, let alone take it? "Please, my Queen. We've been keeping this safe for five thousand years, it should be returned to you". Before you could protest any more, the item was placed in your hands. Looking it over, you felt a sense of familiarity from it. "Now, that door behind you, head on through and you'll find the person you've been looking for down the stairs".

Nodding your head, you turned around and walked through the door, descending the steps until you reached the bottom. For some reason, you trusted her words and her. Like she was someone you once knew. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps, you placed the item in your hands close to your chest before you walked forward, turning your head to either side to see if you could find him. "Yami! Are you down here!?". Up ahead, there was a noise which sounded like an answer to your question. Moving forward, you turned the corner and found the male you were searching for. "Here you are, I was wondering~". You stopped talking when you caught the tablet in front of you. You were almost positive you nearly broke your neck from the quickness of the double take you had done. Standing there in front of you was the person on the tablet, or you thought it was. "Yami?".

The spirit looked at your confused face before looking back at the tablet, you felt how he had when he first saw it. However, he'd had a good amount of time to get used to what he was seeing, taking in what the ancient tablet depicted. The more he looked at it, the more it felt like it was something from his past, that depicted his life before everything he knew was wiped from his memory. "It appears to be some form of ancient duel between the Pharoah and one of his advisors. I admit it's a bit of a shock to see someone who looks like me up there". Casting his gaze on you, he took note of the item you had ahold of. "I see you've found something as well. Anything important?".

Looking in slight confusion, it took you a moment to realise he was talking about the item you'd been given upstairs. Moving it from your chest, you placed a hand on top of it and nodded. "I hope so, it's a book of some kind but I'm not entirely sure what yet but fingers crossed it's something good". You turned your attention back to the tablet and noticed a section faded like it had been purposely damaged so it couldn't be read. "Say, you think this was important? Looks like something's been worn away on purpose". Raising your hand, you placed it on the glass in front of you as you took a step closer, there was nothing on this tablet aside from an image that screamed out to the both of you. That left the book in your possession, there had to be something in it and there was only one way to find out.

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Tested by Time - Chapter 2🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can't remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; implied sexual content

chapter word count; 2.2k+

chapter summary; when you think things couldn’t get more “real”, you were sadly mistaken. the next memory you have feels slight more real that you could have ever imagined. plus, when a request from help comes from a familiar face, who are you to refuse?

a/n; after a long wait, here’s the newest chapter of Tested by Time. first posted to Ao3, this comes a few weeks later. as always, hope you enjoy!

links; series masterlist | prologue | 1 | 3

Letting out a yawn you stretched and rolled over, grabbing ahold of your phone as another message alert rang out. Thanks to the constant back and forth from the people in your friend group, specifically two people, you were up earlier than you would have loved on your day off. Unlocking your phone, you quickly scanned your messages and rolled your eyes, what was supposed to be a conversation about what you were all doing for the day ended up with some back and forth between Tristan and Joey, who ignored what others were saying to them. Typical as always.

Letting out a sigh, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed. You needed to freshen up for the day and no doubt you’d be done before a plan was made. After selecting your outfit and placing it to the side, you grabbed everything you needed and made your way to the bathroom. Turning on the taps for your bath. Warm began to fill the air as the mirror up from your sink started to steam over, causing your reflection to slowly distort. For the past few days, your dreams had been normal, nothing out of the ordinary and for that you were thankful. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle any more.

Shutting the water off, you stripped out of your bedclothes and slowly stepped into the bath, letting out a content sigh as the water wrapped around you. If it was one thing you loved about being at home after a long week, it was your bath. Sure, showers proved useful but sometimes all you wanted to do is relax. Slipping down a little, you rested your head against the edge of the bath and closed your eyes for a moment. Enjoying the calmness.

Soft chatter died down as a door was shut, a lone figure sighing out as they leaned against it. The day has been as long as it has been busy and the Queen was ready to relax with a bath. Pushing off the door, the young woman walked forward and glanced around, smiling softly at the various items left on the side for her. Lifting her hands, she pushed the straps of her outfit down off her shoulders and allowed the garment to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Stepping out, the Queen bent over and picked it up, placing it to the side as she took off some of her jewellery, the bigger items being laid gently to the side, smaller items being kept on her figure.

When she was bare, she stepped forward and slowly walked into the large pool, the cool water a welcoming feeling on her warm skin. With all the madness going on in the palace, times like this felt like a breath of fresh air, especially when she already felt out of place. Stepping further into the pool, the young Queen took a breath and held it, plunging herself underneath for a few seconds before emerging and wiping her eyes. Repeating the process a few times before she was satisfied with how much she had cooled down. Looking around, she turned her body and moved gently towards the side, sitting down on the steps that she walked down. Unaware of the eyes that watched her closely.

She didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there in her own world, tuned out of everything around her, as the feeling of the water shifting beside her made her look. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, she pushed the shoulder of the other person and smiled, lying her head on the place she pushed a few seconds earlier. “I was wondering how long it would have been before you joined me, my love”.

Looking up, she saw the visible tiredness on the male's face and sighed softly. She hated seeing him so worn out, he needed a break as much as the next person. Of course, he had things he had to attend to, being the Pharaoh meant he had duties, a lot of them but he needed time off now and then. Sitting forward, she shifted herself so she knelt behind him, hands rubbing small circles across his back as she felt him relax. “That’s it, feels so great am I right?”.

Leaning over his shoulder she looked at him and smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before moving back to what she was doing. The feeling of him relaxing more made her smile humming softly as she continued for a few more minutes, moving to sit by his side when she was finished. The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

The water began to move as the young Queen turned her head, tilting it as she watched what her husband was doing. In a second he was behind her, hands resting on her hips as he pulled her close to him. Looking to the side, she opened her mouth to speak before giggling at the look she saw. A look that only she got to see made itself known on his features before disappearing as he lowered his head to the nape of her neck. “You know, (e/n), I could think of better ways to relax or ways you could put those fingers of yours to use”.

The heat she felt creep across her face was similar to the hot days Ra provided. They’d been married for a good while now but he still made her blush with the words he spoke to her when they were alone. The feeling of fingers slowly trailing over her skin made her shiver, biting back a small moan when his touches moved lower. The Pharaoh would be her undoing, making her fall apart as she lost her mind to the throes of pleasure, bringing her back to earth with a crash when it was all over, and right now, this was no different. “Here of all places, ———?”.

Looking as best as she could, she saw the desire in his eyes before their positions changed, her new perch being the bare lap of her husband as she felt just how much he wanted her. His eagerness was hard to hide. Fingers moved further down her body slowly moving along her slit, threatening to slip into her core at any point, his other hand reaching up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. The chuckle that echoed at her moans made her push herself closer to her other half. “I think we both know we’d never make it back to our chambers before I took you again today, besides~”.

The hand on her chest moved, causing a small whimper to sound before she felt her face being cupped slightly. Forced to look into amethyst-coloured eyes, the Queen tried her hardest to resist the building desire in her gut. They’d already been close to each other earlier in the day before they were both caught up in their duties. A loud moan sounded as fingers pushed past her lower lips, slipping into her throbbing core. “~I heard water makes for good pleasure. I guess we should try it”.

Opening your eyes you sat up and panted, some water splashing on the floor as you breathed heavily. Looking around you saw you were alone, your heart beating erratically as you tried to calm down. Of all the visions, dreams, whatever you wanted to call them at this point, this one felt the most real. The touches, the voices everything felt so real. Looking down at your body, you could still make out the trail the fingers took before blushing slightly, shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. “I’m losing it”.

Deciding it was best to get out you pulled the plug and stepped out of the water, wrapping a towel around you. You had to get out of your bathroom, even if it was for a minute to gather yourself before you set foot back inside. Walking out to your bedroom you reached your bed and grabbed your phone, seeing a few tags in your group chat asking if the plans were okay with you. Tapping out a quick reply that said anything was fine with you, you sent another letting them know to go ahead you’d catch up.

Placing your phone down you took a moment to sigh out, trying to think of anything else other than what had just happened. As you turned around and began to walk back towards the room you had come from, the sound of your phone pinging again several times caught your attention. Part of you told you to ignore it, it was just the group chat but another part of you willed you to check it out. Listening to that half, you walked back to your bed and grabbed your phone only to see several messages from Yugi.

Tilting your head in confusion, you unlocked your phone and read through what he had sent.

Starfish:

Hey (y/n), before you go and meet the gang, can you stop by mine?

We’ll go and meet them together, plus I have something I need to ask you!

You’re the only one who can help in this situation.

Blinking a few times, you reread over the message a couple of times, seemed a bit out of the ordinary but you weren’t one to ignore a friend in need.

Butterfly:

YUGI!

Hey, of course, I shouldn’t be too long but I need to get sorted first.

May or may not have fallen back asleep D:

I’ll let you know when I’m on the way!

Locking your phone, you placed it on your table and grabbed your clothes, getting ready within a matter of minutes. Before long, you were finished and heading out. Checking your pockets once more you nodded to yourself and closed your front door, grabbing your phone and shooting off a message to let your smaller friend know you were on your way. Of course, you had to keep yourself in check and not let what had happened get to you. You’d figure it out another day. Right now it was about having fun with your friends.

The sound of a message pinging alerted the owner as round eyes looked at the content, smiling a little before locking their phone. Looking over their shoulder, they looked towards the corner where another figure could be just made out floating in the air. Standing, they grabbed their jacket and placed it on, getting ready to head downstairs and bid goodbye to their grandpa.

The floating figure took notice and vanished, only to reappear beside the smaller figure when he made it outside. Out of these visions he’d been having the one that had just happened felt the most real one yet. The poor spirit wished the world would swallow him whole when he caught his host poking at him, or where he was meant to be. After all, he was making some strange noises, noises even the smaller boy had never heard before. “Yugi, was this really necessary?”.

Looking to the side, the smaller figure smiled and nodded his head as he waited for their friend to appear. “Trust me Yami, (y/n) will be able to help, I know it!”.

As the mention of the name, another figure turned the corner and smiled waving to the lone figure standing outside the game shop. Looking up, the spirit could only blush slightly, coughing as he excused himself back into the walls of the puzzle. Much to the enjoyment of Yugi. It was time to get to the bottom of everything, even if a certain spirit was reluctant.

Walking briskly you came to a halt in front of Yugi and smiled, placing your hand on your hip and you fanned yourself from the slight heat. “Right, I’m here. You ready to go?”.

With a nod of his head, the two friends began to walk and talk about things. Enjoying the other's company, one of them completely unaware of the eyes on them as they walked. “Say Yugi, what was it you wanted to ask me earlier?”.

Oh yeah, the young male had forgotten about that. Coming to a stop, he looked at you and hesitated for a moment before deciding it was time to bite the bullet, asking you outright. “Oh yeah, so you know the spirit of the puzzle? Well, I was wondering if you would go to the Egyptian exhibit at Domino Museum with him? He’s trying to learn more about his past and I know how much you love history. Seems like a win-win if you can help him find something there”.

Looking to your side, you pondered on his words for a moment. You guessed it wouldn’t hurt to agree, it would get you out of your room and on a plus side, it was all about Ancient Egypt. A place that you seemed at ease about the more you learned, a place where you felt like you had belonged once in a past life. Letting out a small hum you nodded your head and smiled. “Sure, can’t turn down a good exhibit can I?”.

Your words seemed to delight the young male, a happy smile bright on his face as you both continued to walk to meet your friends. The spirit watched as he pondered over your words, a smirk appearing on his features. He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to give you a chance to help him, Yugi trusted you immensely with major stuff in his life and besides, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were familiar to him in some way.

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

First meeting - Ocarina of Time Link

a/n; firstly! i just want to say thank you for 100+ followers! y’all amazing and i love you all so much! secondly, i present to you another first meeting! little later than planned due to life and TotK overtaking my spare time! enjoy!

pairing; ocarina of time link x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; mention of/implied death

word count; 1,716

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the fourth one of our heroes - the one that will go down in legend as the hero of time.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

The day had started like every other, with you waving goodbye to your parents before running the short yet seemingly long distance to Lon Lon Ranch to spend time with your best friend, Malon. It had been one of your father’s trips to Castle Town for business where you met a red-haired girl humming a soft tune on the path leading to Hyrule Castle. Ever since that day, the two of you had become inseparable, letting the hours run away from you both until it was time for you to depart back to your village.

As the sound of the ranch she lived on drew nearer, your pace picking up slightly as you made quick work of the small hill that lead up into your second home. Passing by a few of the stables you heard the sounds of the cows inside, some of the sounds belonging to new lives that you all thanks the goddesses for. The circle track of the ranch came into view a few seconds later with the horse pen, the few horse they owned happily running around inside.

You could see Malon’s red hair as you approached but the sight of green beside her caught your attention. This was someone new, someone you certainly didn’t know. The childish jealousy struck you but you kept moving forward reaching the two figures as you stopped, hands clasped behind your back. Whatever they were talking about had stopped as Malon looked at you, squealing happily as she jumped on you, hugging tightly as you giggled with her. “Ohhh, (y/n), I have someone you need to meet!”.

Turning her attention behind her back she grabbed the hand of the other child, pulling them towards you. That’s when you could see this was a boy, dressed in green with a small fairy dancing around him. Tilting your head, you leant forward and looked him over as you reached out to poke his cheek. The action took him by surprise as he jumped back slightly, a small giggle slipping past your lips. “(Y/n), this is fairy boy! Fairy boy, this is my best friend (y/n)”.

Tilting your head to the other side, you gave a look of confusion as you looked at the small ball of light now by his head before showing a grin. “Fairy boy? That’s a funny name! I like it!”.

Seven long years had passed since meeting this boy dressed in green, seven years of darkness and despair wherever you looked. The once bustling Castle Town had been destroyed, leaving behind derelict buildings and rubble, once the shops that welcomed people from all over the kingdom. Now no one dared to venture to close, not only due to the horrid sight of the once peaceful Hyrule Castle but the ReDead’s that roamed the town.

All trade had been moved to the once quiet village of Kakariko, the place you grew up in becoming inhabited quickly than you could have ever imagined. While you were proud to be one of the villagers who helped the new inhabitants settle in, part of you wished to go back to simpler times, back to when you were a child with no care in the world, where everything was considered normal.

The day had began like every other, checking in on various villagers to see if they needed anything, offering a hand to those who needed it. Next were the animals that had been moved over, making sure they were fed and watered with the occasional stroke for good measure. There’d been some whispers of a rumour regarding what one of the old ladies has seen the other day on her way back from the ranch. A young man dressed in green taking out one of the few Poes who were scattered around the field.

Something about the mention of a man dressed in green nagged at you for some time but your chose to ignore it, picking up your shawl and basket. You had to run over to the ranch to grab some milk, not that you were thrilled about it but the usual person who went wasn’t well so you volunteered. Of course you were over the moon you got to see Malon but the journey there, that was what you dreaded the most. The stories of the Poes you heard had you feeling uneasy. Really uneasy.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took in a breath and waved off to some of the villagers, making the journey towards the place that was once responsible for the happier times in life.

One minute you were travelling back in the direction of your village, the next you were running in the opposite direction, trying your hardest to get rid of the group of Poes that were currently perusing you. If only you hadn’t stopped to chat to Malon for more than a minute, you would be nearly home with not a care in the world yet here you were, praying to the goddess that something or someone would interfere before you became one of the lost souls that was doomed to wander the field for eternity.

Skidding to a halt, you looked at the wall in front of you then to the side, a small opening just visible to you. If you could time it right, you would be high and dry until they gave up their chase, even if you had to wait out the night that was due to come. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the group come towards you. Taking off at a sprint, you gripped onto the basket praying you would make it. That was when you made the mistake of taking your eyes off the path ahead of you, looking back at them to see one disappear. Panic rose up in you as you saw the same Poe now appearing in front of you.

Stumbling over your feet slightly, you stopped and began to slowly walk back, breathing heavily as you began to feel the dread build up inside of you. Would it hurt? You heard people say that dying hurt, that you felt it run throughout every inch of your body before darkness took over, the goddesses welcoming you with open arms as you were into the afterlife, that was if you were one of the lucky ones. The rest were sent either somewhere else or doomed to roam their place of death until time ended. You felt so much regret at the the experiences you never had a chance to have. Here you were, all alone and so close to death.

Eyes landed on the lantern the Poe held, following as it was raised up and swung back, spinning around signalling it was close to its attack. Within seconds it began to move forward, spinning its lantern faster. Closing your eyes, you lifted your arms in an attempt to shield yourself. You knew deep down it was a pathetic attempt but you hoped, hoped that it would somehow save you. Bracing yourself, you finally accepted your fate as you waited for the lantern to collide with your head. Except that never came.

Peaking out from your crossed arms, you saw a flash of green before the Poe vanished into thin air, the others following within mere seconds. Blinking in confusion you dropped your arms slightly, taking in what had just happened. One minute you had been close to death, the next you were a confused mess. Looking up, you raised a hand and shielded your eyes, only to see a hand outstretched to you. Hesitating for a moment you reached out and grabbed it, finding yourself pulled to your feet. “You should be more careful you know, especially with those nuisances around here”.

The intrusion of the voice took you by surprise as you looked at your hero. Of course you knew you should be careful, you were more than aware of the fate you nearly endured. Still, it didn't mean whoever it was had to make you feel bad. Opening your mouth, you went to speak before deciding against it. Now was not the time, you had to get back home before everyone began to worry about you. Picking up your basket, you gripped the handle again and turned on your heel, preparing to make your way back towards Kakariko. Not before you looked over your shoulder. “Of course, forgive me for being so careless sir. Next time you’re around, please stop by Kakariko Village, I’d love to repay you for your heroics there”.

With a small smile you waved your hand and began to make your journey, not before he spoke making you stop in your tracks. You couldn’t quite make out what was said but you shrugged your shoulders none the less. A small ball of light flew past you and stopped, making a small tinkling noise as you tilted your head. A fairy? They were a rare kind, hardly ever seen unless it was with their chosen child of Kokiri Forest. It kind of reminded you of that day seven years ago when you went to visit Malon at the ranch, the fairy boy that was there, his fairy liked to make noises as it flew around.

A moment of realisation dawned on you as you turned around, now looking closer at the male in front of you. Dressed in green with a fairy, sounded awfully familiar to the young boy but the children of Kokiri never grew up so who was this? Taking a small step forward you placed a finger on your lip as you questioned silently. “Is that you fairy boy?”.

At the sound of the name, you could see what appeared to be the smallest of smiles tug at his lips. Something that showed you had gotten it correct. Yet you had so many questions, starting with how on earth he was grown up, it went against all logic. Of course, that meant he had a name, a name that you now wanted to know. As if sensing your question, he got on his horse and turned to face you, nudging the side of the steed to signal it was time to move. Not before speaking a few words, words that he knew you wanted to hear.

“Call me Link”.

First meeting - Twilight Link

a/n; it’s certainly been a hot minute but I’m back, this time with a work featuring the hero from a world filled with twilight. First posted to my Ao3 which can be found here

pairing; twilight princess link x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; implied drinking, implied gender discrimination

word count; 1,635

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the third one of our heroes - the one who can change from a man to a beast and back.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Loud shouts and chatter sounded as you wiped down a table ready for the next people who walked through the door to use. Things in Castle Town seemed to have been busier than usual judging by the number of soldiers and travellers in the bar. You could faintly make out some words but chose to ignore what was being said as you walked towards the front of the bar, wiping your hands on the towel at your hip. "H-Hey we *hic*~"

Rolling your eyes, you saw the soldier who shouted to you slump down onto the table in front of him, out cold, his group beside him poking and making fun of him for being a lightweight. You felt sorry for everyone in the bar in some way, they had fought in so many battles and they had so many upcoming ones that they just needed a bit of normality. Even if their normality was getting drunk and passing out. Scanning in the corner, you saw the slightly bent-over figure of the person you needed. Lifting your hands, you placed them on either side of your mouth, helping your voice carry over the ruckus. "Telma! We've got another one here!".

Upon hearing their name, the figure stood upright and looked over, a smirk tugging at their lips as they placed a hand on their hip. "Is that so, (y/n)? Well then, I better make sure they're on their way".

A wink accompanied their words as you laughed out, whispering "thank you" to the woman as she passed. You hadn't been in Hyrule for long and you had somehow managed to find somewhere in the bustling Castle Town. The view of Hyrule Castle right outside of your window was one that still took your breath away, even if you saw it daily. You tried hard to get a job, something to help you live but every place you tried was either not looking or didn't want a young woman working for them. The first time you heard their words you almost cursed the goddesses for being a woman but decided to smile and walk away, mentally cursing the small-minded people instead. You'd given up hope when you found yourself in the southernmost alley of the town. You just happened to notice the door and it piqued your interest, deciding to try your luck, you walked in and before you knew it you had been hired.

Safe to say you hadn't looked back and you thanked your lucky stars that Telma gave you a chance. After all, you were extremely popular with the young soldiers and travellers, in more ways than one. While it flattered you, you weren't interested. Not because you didn't want their attention, but because you were happy living your life as it was, besides no one had caught your attention. Not yet anyway.

Letting out a yawn, you wiped the bar and placed the few glasses that had been left in the sink, being sure to note to come back to them after you'd done another sweep of the bar to make sure you'd not missed any on the tables. There were only a few stragglers left but you didn't mind staying late than normal, especially when a certain cat kept you company behind the bar. Besides, Telma was expecting someone and asked you to let her know when they had arrived. After picking up a few more glasses, you headed back to your place behind the bar and set the items in your hands at the sink. The ringing of the bell above the bar door made you turn around, offering a bright smile to whoever walked in. "Welcome to Tel~".

Tilting your head in confusion, you looked around and back at the door, shrugging your shoulds when you saw no one new. Deciding it was possibly one of the few who were left inside leaving, you turned around and looked down at the feline at your feet before you began to wash the glasses. "You know, I'm sure I'm losing it slowly, Lousie".

The white cat just looked up at you and meowed, before she stood and stretched, plopping back down and curling herself back up in a ball. Letting out a small laugh, you hummed softly to yourself not paying much attention to the person who had stepped up to the bar, their eyes watching you carefully for a moment, taking in what you were doing and how you interacted with the feline at your side. They could have stayed there all day if they wanted but they had other matters to attend to. "Excuse me miss, can you tell Telma I'm here to see her now".

The sudden intrusion of the words made you jump, your grip on the cloth in your hands tightening as you felt your soul almost leave you. Placing the piece of fabric down, you wiped your hands and turned around, almost ready to give the person a piece of your mind until you met their eyes. Cliché as it sounds but time felt like it had stopped. You'd never seen eyes so blue in your life. Everything seemed to fade away, all there was in your vision was the male who seemed to be staring back at you. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what he had said, blinking a few times to bring yourself back around. "Huh? Ohh, yeah. L-Let me just grab her for you~".

Walking quickly from behind the bar you walked to a small booth at the side and placed your hands on the table to make yourself known. Of course, Telma was busy with some business but you had your ways of making it known you were there. "Telma, there's someone here to see you".

Peaking from your side, the bar owner looked at the male who stood beside the bar, a bright smile shone on her face when she caught his attention and motioned him over. Looking over your should, you moved to the side when he reached the table and let him slide in as he seated himself down. "Thank you, (y/n). Can you bring us a couple of the special?".

Nodding your head, you smiled softly as walked back towards the area you had come from, feeling eyes on you as you moved.

Doing as you were asked, you brought two glasses over and bowed, excusing yourself to finish cleaning up after the rest of the bargoers left. You hated to admit it but curiosity tried to get the better of you a few times, wondering what business Telma had with this guy. It was nothing to do with you but you wanted to observe him a little more, as selfish as it sounded. You didn't know how long they were talking but soon the sound of Telma beside you at the bar brought you out of your little daydream. "Thank you for staying a little longer, that took a bit more time than I thought.".

Humming you nodded your head and stretched, placing your hands behind your back and untying your apron. It had been a long shift, not that you minded but you were ready to go home and curled up in bed. As if on cue, a yawn left your mouth and you shrunk down slightly in embarrassment, much to the amusement of the older woman. "Go on love, off you go. Take the day off tomorrow, you deserve it and don't worry, you'll still be paid".

Blinking, she must have somehow read your mind but you smiled nonetheless, nodding your head as you gave her a hug, bidding farewell to both her and Louise. Grabbing your cloak, you wrapped it around you and stepped outside the bar's door and carefully shut the door behind you. The cool Hyrulian air hugged what skin was exposed as a sigh of contentment passed your lips. Lifting your hood, you heard the sound of the door opening behind you moving to let the person aside as you slipped your arms under the material that now covered you. That's when a hand on your shoulder made you look and you were face to face with those eyes again. "Oh, it's you. Hope you had a good meeting with Telma, whatever it was about".

Offering a soft smile to the male, you removed your hand from under your cloak and lifted it up, holding it out for him to shake. "I'm (y/n) if you hadn't already guessed earlier and you are?".

The male looked at you and gave a small smirk, taking a hold of your hand and lifting it you his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You felt like a fire had been lit on your face as you watched him closely. After a lingering few seconds, he placed your hand back at your side and smiled, waving to you as he walked off up the stairs. Looking at your hand, you blocked before looking back at the retreating figure. He hadn't told you his name and you'd be damned if he left without telling you. Rushing forward, you ran up the steps quickly just in time to catch him a few steps in front of you in the alley. "Hey! You didn't tell me your name, bluey".

The male stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, something about the way he looked at you made you gasp. Was it the nickname you'd given him there due to his eyes or was it something else? You could see the somewhat inner debate before he continued to walk slowly, lifting his hand almost as if he was trying to stop you from following like he sensed you were trying to do just that.

"The name's Link".

Raindrops - t . todoroki ☔️

a/n; it's been some time! a sweet one from an old work - hope you all enjoy!

pairing; Touya Todoroki x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; just pure tooth-rotting fluff

word count; 677

Prompt; It's raining. (A) and (B) stay at home to do some spring cleaning. They put on some music and work, soft rain noises still audible. Now and then, they stop for a small kiss. 

links; BNHA Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Spring - the time of rebirth, regrowth, resurrection, renewal and rejuvenation.

A time of pureness to become more prominent in the already dim world.

A season this is known for frequent rainfalls; washing away the hard time before it arrived.

The perfect time for change and a fresh start - in all aspects of life.

A fluff of white hair nestled beside your head, an arm draped over your torso. Soft snoring sounded throughout the room. Small noises sounded now and then until the two of you began to stir.

"Morning beautiful~".

A rough-sounding voice caught you off-guard in your sleepy state but it wasn't too long before you smiled, lifting your eyes towards turquoise ones with a slight giggle.

"Morning handsome~".

A frustrated sigh slipped out of your mouth as you looked out the window. Your fingers trailed along the various paths the small droplets took as they slid on the transparent surface. You hoped the rainfall would have eased up but unfortunately, it hadn't. Your plans for a date day out with Touya were officially thwarted.

A pair of eyes watched your face drop in slight defeat before the figure walked up to you, wrapping their arms around you from behind. Letting out a small sigh, your body automatically leant into his form. "I know how much you wanted to go out today, (y/n), but it's okay. As long as I spend time with you, I don't care where we are".

Looking upwards at him, you smiled softly albeit in defeat, and cupped his face with your hand, thumb running over the skin on his cheek. "I know, but still I had-".

Your head was guided round as the taller male leant down, silencing your protests with a delicate kiss. One that seemed to do the trick.

Lively music echoed throughout the house, the soft drumming of rain still audible along with some heartfelt laughter. The two of you had decided to do a bit of spring cleaning to pass the time and that had somehow included some bad dancing; mainly on Touya's part.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him looking out the window, slightly distracted. "The perfect opportunity for a surprise kiss".

Slowly creeping over, taking care to be as silent as physically possible, you eventually reached his side. Fingers tapping the white head's shoulder.

Touya looked over his shoulder before he turned his head, only to be met by a small yet loving kiss. His hand gripped yours as he pulled you closer, the contact lasting for a moment before you pushed yourself off with a wink, going back to whatever you were cleaning.

So began your little kissing game - who could surprise the other the most with each kiss.

Both of you said the other had won when you eventually finished your housework.

The light from the tv flickered over the two figures not resting on the couch; your head in Touya's lap while his fingers ran through your hair. You both relaxed in comfortable silence, the faint noises of the tv and rain in the background. "(y/n)?".

Tilting your head back, you looked up and hummed slightly. "Yeah?".

The was a moment of silence, just the two of you looking at each other. "I enjoyed today, even if it's not what you had in mind".

Looking you over Touya brought his hand down, running his thumb over your cheek, cupping it soon after. "The rain might have put a dampener on things, but I got to spend time with you regardless".

A smile graced your face as you placed your hand on top of his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. Leaning over Touya placed a soft kiss on your lips, his other hand cupping your other cheek. A sweet kiss was returned for a moment before lips parted slightly parted. "I love you, Mrs Todoroki".

A faint reddening appeared on your face as you hummed out contently. Smiling, your face nuzzling into his hands, eyes closing with a contented hum. "I love you too, Mr Todoroki".

Damn it. Period. - k. bakugou 🌹

a/n; originally a request on wattpad - a little mini about what bakugou would be like when reader is on her period. enjoy!

pairing; Katsuki Bakugou x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight swearing, implied bleeding/period.

word count; 663

headcanon/summary; it’s not your week. your body is punishing you heavily with both your period and feeling sick with the cold. don’t worry though, because your hotheaded boyfriend is to the rescue. It doesn't seem like it but he has all the patience in the world, well, he does when it comes to you.

links; BNHA Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

A pained moan slipped past your lips as you tucked your knees under your chin, hands slightly hugging your hips as you breathed through the pain. A somewhat feeble attempt to help dull the pain due to the congestion your body held.

Your week had started off great, enjoying your classes at UA, as well as spending time with your friends. That was until you were struck down with a cold a few days prior. As the pain ebbed, you let out a contented sigh before an unexpected coughing fit. Before long, you closed your eyes, the increase in your temperature taking you by slight surprise. Moving the book beside you, you felt the weight of the hardcover shift as a shiver ran up your spine. The tingling spreading to all areas of your form.

Normally, you'd be struck with your period and would handle it with no complications. Not giving away any sign of the pain you were in. Lately, you’d been training so hard that you stupidly neglected yourself, paying the price when you caught the flu off your classmate. Once the cramp you had calmed down, you made a half-assed attempt to get out of bed before groaning out at the secondary spams hitting you full force again. "Fuck it".

Grabbing your phone you tapped a quick message, albeit it was a bit harsh to your other half before you laid down. Turning over, you closed your eyes again trying to get some more sleep before they returned home.

With a push of his foot, Bakugou shut the door and sighed out softly, gripping the bag in his hand as he took off his shoes and jacket. He knew you'd been feeling a little under the weather lately but add your period on top as it was a sure recipe for disaster. "Hey, (y/n), I'm home!".

A random sound greeted him as he rolled his eyes, heading up the stairs to find your curled up form in your shared bed. "Suki~".

Dropping the bag of sweet treats on the bedside cabinet, he crawled under the covers beside you, letting out a small "oof" as you practically threw yourself on him. "Suki, it hurts~".

A small whimper left your lips as Bakugou wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I know princess, but it'll pass. I'm here now".

Unusually soft kisses with gentle tummy rubs as tiny whimpers of pain sounded. That’s how Bakugou spent most of the evening and night making you feel slightly better about the assault of bodily pains you felt.

Everyone who knew Bakugou knew him as a loud and aggressive human grenade. Probably someone you wanted to keep on the good side of, that would be if he had a good side, and who you’d want fighting your side.

Then there was you - the one person he would call his better half, his light.

You got the softer side. The soft voice, the gentle hugs and touches. He treated you like a fragile doll that he never wants to break. You were perfect and his world, he had all the patience in the universe for you.

Soft hums that lulled you to sleep as gentle fingers glided over your hair with a soft voice to match the unusual gentleness.

Peering down, his red eyes looked over your sleeping form as a smile tugged at his lips, something that didn’t feel foreign to him now. "I know you don't feel well, princess, but I'll be here to look after you".

He gently moved his body to lay down beside you. His soft grip on you never slacking as he hugged you closer, sleep taking over him as he acted as your human heat pad.

It was a long week for you but you could always count on your very own hero to be there to save you from the pain. Even if it was only in private where no one could see.

Tested by Time - Chapter 1 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; no warnings for this chapter.

chapter word count; 1.7k+

chapter summary; just like you, a certain spirit has memories of a life once lived. you’re oh so familiar to him but he can’t figure out how. what could it all mean?

a/n; wow, it’s been a hot minute since i posted something. in the space of a few months i’ve gotten a new job which i’m so grateful for. on top of that, i’ve had covid so i’ve been feeling out of sorts recently. any who, here’s the new chapter of tested by time!

links; series masterlist | prologue | 2 | 3

"Good morning, (y/n)!".

A sudden yet bright voice caught your attention as you looked around the hallway, smiling softly when you eventually found the owner in amongst the crowds. Lifting your hand, you waved to them as you approached the person and the small group surrounding them. Usually, you'd walk with your friends but today, after what happened, you decided to take a detour and walk a different and longer route to get there. Something that helped you immensely whenever you needed to reset your mind and thoughts.

“Good morning, Yugi!".

A petite male rubbed the back of his head as he smiled at your greeting making you smile as you started chatting away to you about various subjects you both shared today. Even if he was slightly behind due to forgetting someone of the work needed that counted towards the final grade of the year.  With a warm smile, you patted him gently on the shoulder, words of encouragement sounding from you as told him not to worry, he'd have no problems catching up. A subtle shade of pink showed on his cheeks as you giggled, taking a second to elbow Joey in the gut in response to the words you caught him muttering. All while that smile never left your face. "That's a warning. Next time, I'll make sure I go lower than that, m'kay?".

The groan you got in response from the blonde made you snort slightly as you turned to your locker, placing what you needed in as you sorted yourself out for the day ahead, changing your shoes and grabbing your books. The sound of your locker closing was drowned out by the shouts of your friends encouraging you to catch up. Looking to your side, you saw Yugi waiting. With a smile, you nodded your head and walked forward, heading to the first room of the day.

Stern-like unseen eyes watched you closely as their owner tried to convince themselves, the more they saw you, that you were a mere coincidence. That all the years, millennia even, they had been locked away has made them a little too out of touch with everything. Of all the places in the world, you happened to be right where their vessel and partner were. The likeness was unbelievably strong the more they saw you. It was madness, they were sure of it. This modern world had played tricks on their mind. For what felt like months they had been plagued by dreams and visions of a past life, a life they can't remember living. Yet they somehow felt familiar to them.

Two souls who were connected in more ways than one, even something as strong as time couldn't keep them apart had been something that they had overheard the young host and his grandpa talking about but it wasn’t true, was it?

The semi-soft breeze mixed with the setting sun made for a perfect alone moment as the Kingdom’s citizens began to slowly wind down ready to rest for the night. Their tomorrows consisted of the same old but enjoyable routines. One of the many things they wouldn't change about their village. 

Gentle eyes surveyed around again as hands rested on the wall in front of them. A gentle hum sounded as they took a moment to enjoy being just a regular person, away from the hustle and bustle of the building behind them. Life had been a bit of a whirlwind and to say it was hard to adjust was a slight understatement. From being a normal village girl and the unconventional best friend of the young Prince to being his wife came as a challenge. The whispers from the darkest parts and those who didn't support them reached her every so often but not one she was about to back down. She made sure she was going to show everyone who was in the wrong and it certainly wasn't her. Even when the ones who despised the young Pharaoh would try to drip nothing but lies into the innocent citizen's ears, they chose to ignore them. After all, they all adored everything about the young couple. "(e/n)?".

Looking over her shoulder at the sound of her name the young woman smiled and stood upright, manoeuvring herself to lean against the wall she has been looking over a few moments before. Her soft smile never left as the second figure joined her. Looking to her side, she placed her hand on his and offered a small squeeze at the look he wore. "My Pharaoh, I thought you were still busy with plans for the new moon ahead?".

Raising a brow the young king rolled his eyes slightly at the greeting from his wife, taking a moment to pull her into him so she faced him. He could tell this was all still new to her, that she was frightened she’d slip up at some point, despite everything that they discussed in the days leading up to and after their wedding. Still, old habits die old and she'd been so used to addressing him in another matter for so long. "(e/n), I said it was okay to use my name when we are alone. I know it's still scary but trust me, my lotus, you're doing amazingly so please, stop fretting yourself".

A hand cupped her cheek as she closed her eyes, letting a soft sight slip past her lips. He was right but still, she felt out of place like she didn't belong at all. Some of the rumours surrounding her sudden arrangements took her by surprise, like how she was nothing but a common whore who'd managed to seduce the young King to get what she wanted. Slipping into his bed to trap him for an eternity, ensuring no one else would be able to take his heart. She tried not to let them bother her but sometimes, it felt a little too much for her. "I know, ---, it's just I feel a little out of place sometimes. Plus the rumours, they don't help much. It's like I don't belong here. I~".

A thumb over her lips helped hush her words for a moment, eyes softening as she looked at the ones that she fell in love with many years ago. Her heart hurt, almost feeling as if it could shatter to pieces at the misery she has caused daily for the Pharaoh but yet, there he was still by her side regardless. "If you didn't belong here then I wouldn't have fought so hard to have you ruling by my side, fought so hard to have no one other than you as my wife, regardless of everything that was thrown at me in terms of laws besides~".

His voice trailed off for a moment, a brief pause as his hand moved down her side and over the skin of her torso, resting on her stomach just above where he hoped for their future to begin. Soft touches of anticipation for the next chapter of their lives. "If the Gods bless us, I wouldn't want to start the next chapter of my life with anybody else, my lotus".

"Yami? Are you okay there?".

The sudden intrusion of the voice of his host caught the spirit by surprise. He didn't expect him to still be standing in an almost empty hallway while their group of friends had walked up ahead. Usually, the small boy would have walked ahead but the fact the spirit of his puzzle was almost frozen in mid-air made him worry a little more than he would have normally if there was something wrong. Blinking a few times, the spirit come around and looked at the young boy, holding that same stern gaze he had what felts like hours ago. "I am. Please don't worry yourself, Yugi".

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Yugi looked to where the spirit of his puzzle was. He knew, better than anyone else at this point, that the spirit had been having a hard time lately. Not only could he hear him muttering to himself at times, but due to their connection through the Millennium Puzzle, he could also feel what he was feeling. Something seemed to be bothering him but he couldn't place his finger on it just yet. Still, he was determined to get to the bottom of why the other him was feeling the way he was. "Are you sure? Just you seemed to be distracted when (y/n) showed up". The sweet boy, the spirit could appreciate the concern of his. He'd be worried too if it was the other way around, but for now, until he was more sure of what was happening, he wouldn't weigh him down with his concerns. Even if it took a few more months, or even longer, to figure things out then he would keep that to himself. Besides, he couldn't let it affect his host too much, he had enough to be dealing with. "I'm fine, I'm sure. It's something I need to figure out for myself first, so please, don't worry yourself Yugi".

Offering a rare smile, the spirit retreated to the confines of the Millennium puzzle, more so to his mind room. Taking in a breath, Yami let it out softly as he began looking around again, he felt like he was at home but not at the same time. Walking forward, he opened a door of one of the many rooms and took a set upon the soft furnishing inside. Something about those memories seemed familiar to him but something wasn't right, something more was missing. He couldn't place his finger on it just yet. Could these dreams and visions be of a life he once lived with someone who looked similar to (y/n)?

Not that he could remember much, all there was for him was a blank whenever he tried to look further back. His most recent memories go back to the day that Yugi had solved the puzzle, the day his spirit awoke from the cold darkness he had felt for so long. Deciding not to dwell on it too much, he shrugged it off. He'd try and figure it out another day. Perhaps Yugi knew some way of helping him remember his past a little more. Whatever that could be, he knew it was a starting point but he would bring it up later.

Right now, he just wanted to spend some time alone and away from everyone. That he did, unaware that the very girl he kept seeing felt and saw the same things he did.

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Tested By Time - Prologue 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; implied death

chapter word count; 1.5k+

chapter summary; when dreams of what has happened to the once queen of Egypt have been plaguing for months, each one feeling more real than the next - this one, the most real one yet.

links; series masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3

A gentle hum of chatter carried on the soft breeze in a bustling Egyptian village. Vendors sold goods of all kinds from food to clothes, and everything in between. The laughter of children could be heard ever so slightly above the chatter as they ran around, carefree of the life they lived. Making the most of who they were with and what they had.

The smaller child of the group looked up towards the palace that stood like a fancy decoration against the blue sky, more so to the balcony where the Pharaoh and his new Queen had been presented only a week ago. The festivities had only just died down, much to the disappointment of a few as they could go on for many more moons to come. Their eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing there, quietly observing the village and everyone below.

"Hey! Look! It's the Queen!".

The other children that were running around stopped in their tracks and gazed up in the direction their friend was pointing, cheering and waving to the figure. From her position on the balcony, the new Queen tilted her head slightly before she let out a small giggle and waved back, much to the delight of the small group.

It had only been a week since she and the Pharaoh had wed and had been presented as the new King and Queen of Egypt. To say she couldn't be any happier even if she tried right now was an understatement. She was adored not only by her husband but by the people of their country. Something that warmed her deeply.  The feeling of strong arms wrapping around her waist caused her to shift her gaze, blinking in surprise when she met another's eyes. An ever so soft and small kiss was placed on her cheek causing her to smile, leaning further back into the body behind her. "Here you are my love, I thought you were hiding from me".

The words made her smile as she turned, coming face to face with the person who had joined her, her hand resting on the male's chest. Leaning up, she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her other hand on his arm. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being back in her lover's arms and away from the bustle of the palace. "How could I hide from you my Pharaoh? Call me selfish but I wanted to see the view again. Besides, I think I made some children very happy".

The young King tilted his head in slight confusion at her words before he found himself guided to look at the village below. The same kids were still waving as the pair waved back, earning louder cheers as the small group ran off. Much to the delight of the Queen. No doubt they were off to tell their parents what had happened. "See, I told you. Aren't they adorable? They get so much joy from seeing us acknowledge them".

The silence around the pair was comfortable and felt right. Soft kisses soon littered the young woman's neck as she bit her lip, chewing back the sinful sounds that wanted to escape. Her hand slipped down and gripped the side of the tunic the young King wore. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt herself starting to slip, and once that happened, they both knew it wouldn't be long before they were disappearing from the sight of others. "Hmmm, what seems to be the problem, my King?".

The kisses soon seized as the head of the young King rested on her shoulder as he hummed out for a moment. An inner battle made him wonder if he should tell her or not. Of course, they'd known each other for many years, playing together as children and watching the other grow into who they were now. Yet this though was one of the more nerve-racking ones he had. "I was just thinking about the kind of mother you'd be to our children".

A soft yet playful elbow in his gut made the Pharaoh laugh as he turned his wife around to face him, arms holding her close as he took in the fake shocked look on her face.  "Are you suggesting you'd like me to be with child, ---?".

The young male blushed and stuttered a little, trying to find a way to justify his words or find something else to talk about causing his wife to giggle at his sudden shyness. The sheer delight she had in her eyes made him relax, words were no longer needed as they both stood looking at each other. "———, relax please. I told you I'm ready whenever you are. Nothing would make me happier".

Gentle kisses to her forehead made her smile, her eyes closing to enjoy the closeness again. Everything was perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better life even if she tried. Sure there were those who still objected to the two of them being together, that the young King deserved some Princess from another Kingdom as it would not only strengthen the bonds of the Kingdom but ensure the bloodline remained pure. Of course, their words got to her, given she was a lowly commoner until a few moons ago when she was introduced as the soon-to-be wife of the Pharaoh. None of that mattered right now as long as she had her husband by her side. Not their words, their cruel remarks, their looks. She had everything she needed and more in front of her.

The sudden rumble of the ground caused the two to quickly part, cracks slowly becoming visible beneath the pair. Soon pieces of brick began to fall, creating a gap between the two lovers.

A sudden low yet loud rumble of the ground caused the two figures to quickly part, eyes glancing down as cracks slowly became visible beneath the pair. Pieces of brick began to fall, creating a small gap between the two of them. Eyes cast down as the rumble seemed to shake the young Queen to the core,  her eyes widening as the flooring beneath her gave way.

Everything seemed to slow down as she felt her body falling, everything passing in a blur as her hand reached up, fingers brushing with the hand she tried to cling to. The last noise she heard above her screams was the agonising cry of her husband who slowly vanished from her view until all she saw was the darkness. That darkness that they had been told about since time began.

The scream seemed to echo around you as you jolted up, sheets gathering loosely around your waist as you breathed heavily, heart racing wildly threatening to tear through your very chest with each beat. Placing a hand over where your heart was you tried to calm yourself with deep breaths as you closed your eyes again. Trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Just like the dreams you'd have falling asleep, where you felt like you were falling and jolt suddenly, this one had felt a little too real at the end.

For weeks, if not months, you had been plagued by these dreams each one seeming more real than the one before it. Each night you had one, you'd wake in a mess, panting and sweating with whatever you had covering you in a crumpled mess somewhere between the lower half of your body and the bottom of the bed. At first, you thought it was down to the heat in the room as well as an overactive imagination but the more it happened, the less plausible your idea seemed. It was hard to describe but each one seemed physically real. Like you were there then you weren't. The actions of the person whose eyes you were looking through were your own but at the same time, they weren't.

Another strange thing about these dreams was the male who you often saw. You couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was someone you knew yet, for whatever reason, he remained a stranger to you. Then there was his name, whenever you seemed to speak it in these dreams it came out in silence. That struck you as odd but the male seemed to respond to it meaning he heard it every time it was spoken. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed what remained of the blankets back and slipped out of bed, walking over to your desk. There lay a journal, a journal that you kept all of the recent happenings in to help you try and make sense of what was going on at some point further down the road. Grabbing a pan, you quickly jotted down a log of what you could remember before closing the cover and placing the pen back.

Glancing at the clock on your table you noticed it wouldn't be long before you had to get ready for your day. Stretching you sighed softly at the small pops and cracks you felt, your mind and body feeling more awake as you decided to get ready and make a head start on what was to come. As you dressed you hummed a tune to yourself your mind forgetting what had occurred during your sleep.As you walked out the door, you locked it behind you and made your way to school, unaware of another being haunted by dreams of life once passed.

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Tested By Time / Series Masterlist 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x !fem! reader

series word count; 5.5k+

series warnings; strays from anime/manga, language, mention(s) of/implied blood, mention(s) of/implied death, manga/season 0 canon violence, gore, mention(s) of/implied sex, sexual harassment, drinking, generalised nsfw content

a/n; an old series that i first published back in my wattpad days. i fell out of love with the fandom due to some stupid stuff but over time, i rejoined and decided to bring this back. will be updated whenever i can. enjoy!

link; masterlist

❦ prologue

❦ chapter i

❦ chapter ii

❦ chapter iii

iv - coming soon

series playlist; coming soon

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

80s Wanda - Yu-Gi-Oh! Masterlist ᱬ

Turning a few more pages again, you come across what seems to be the last of the personas for the young witch. One where some chaos was about to ensue - twins growing up and the return of a twin?

Flicking the pages, you tried to keep up with her antics before you reached the final few pages. What would be the next thing you saw?

‟ She recast Pietro? ” | ‟ What are we doing wrong? ” | ‟ Sweet, sweet Tommy, don't you wanna sleep? Mommy wants to sleep. If you go to sleep, I promise you will be my favourite twin ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 tested by time ~ y. yugi | female reader - series

masterlist

Daddy? - b. barnes

a/n; just a little headcanon on how I feel Bucky would react to his s/o being pregnant- worried and scared mainly.

pairing; TFATWS Bucky x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 563

headcanon; Finding out girlfriend/fiancée/wife is pregnant.

links; Marvel Matserlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Blinking in confusion, it took him a minute to process what was said and that’s when it had hit him. Did he hear what you had said correctly? You were pregnant?

Feels like his heart stopped for a moment. Part of him feels like this is the last thing he wanted to happen right now. The other half practically screaming for joy.

The internal conflict he felt soon showed on his face. Was he ready to be a dad? He certainly didn't feel ready. Not in the slightest.

He'd only just gotten back to being classed as a normal citizen, not only by his therapist but the government as well. He didn’t want to mess that up so soon with emotions that threatened to overflow.

How could someone who was known to be a cold-blooded killer, despite his now successful attempt to fit back into society be deemed fit enough to look after a tiny life?

He certainly didn't think he would be fit enough as his eyes glanced at the objects you held in your outstretched hands.

A scan picture in one hand, showing the tiny life slowly growing in you. In the other a tiny little bodysuit with the words "Sergeant In Training coming soon!"

The look on your face was one of pure joy as you looked at him, your joy dropping as you chewed your lip in anticipation for his actual reaction. You both knew it was bound to happen sooner or later - he couldn’t keep his hand off you half the time.

How it hadn’t happened earlier was beyond you. Yet here you were, proof in your hands as your figure began to swell slightly. "James? Are you okay?".

He'd been zoned out for so long he that didn't realise you had moved forward until he looked down, seeing your eyes look up at him as you continued to hold the items in your hands.

Wrapping his arms around you, he embraced you, holding you close to him as he smiled softly. His grip on you never fading as he rubbed patterns on the small of your back, afraid to let you go now you're carrying something precious to not only him but you. "Yes doll, I'm okay~".

Leans down and peppers kisses all over your face, enjoying the sound of your small laughs as you hug closer to him. “~Besides, I should be asking you if you're okay. After all, it might not be an easy pregnancy for you".

The reality is he's scared. Scared because he doesn't know if he's fit to look after something so small and delicate when they arrive.

Also, he’s scared for you. Carrying a super soldier's child was rumoured to be an extremely difficult time. All thanks to that serum once used. “James, I'm okay. As long as I take care, I'll handle whatever this little one throws at me".

He steps back from you after removing his arms, placing his flesh hand on your slightly swollen stomach. Your soft hum lulling him as your hands cover his.

He loves you. He adores you. He'll protect you and support you no matter how hard it is.

It's the least he can do, after all, you did that for him. You never backed down and you fought with such pride and love, he knows you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Aphrodisiac - a. alnazar

a/n; so, with this work, i thought i’d try something new - a cross between a headcanon work and a fic work. i feel like both would work great for this piece. Enjoy!

pairing; Asra Alnazar x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

🌙 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT UNDER CUT - by clicking ‘Keep Reading’ you are agreeing you are over the age of 18 🌙

warnings; use of aphrodisiac, language, dirty talk, cream pie, multiple rounds, bruising/marking, possessive Asra, general NSFW content.

word count; 2.3k+

headcanon; Aphrodisiac

links; The Arcana Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

What started as a normal day for you around the shop soon turned into a disaster thanks to a certain doctor. As normal, Julian had come along to pester you for some tea before he made his way to the palace in search of Portia. Everywhere you went, he'd follow behind you like a lost puppy. "Come on, (y/n)~".

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you placed a hand on your hip and huffed out, picking up the broom with your other hand as you hit it in front of his boots. The stunned expression on his face as you moved towards him, jabbing his chest with your finger. "Ilya! You know I don't have time for this right now! Asra's due back in the next few hours and I'm trying to clean~".

The whines he let out made you roll your eyes as you continue around the shop, brushing before an annoyed growl passed your lips, letting in and agreeing to give him a drink. Only to find yourself shooed away when you tried to enter the upstairs to bring a tray down. “Nu’uh, let me~”.

Furrowing your brows, you shrugged your shoulders and sat down, crossing your legs as you hummed out. Chin resting in the palm of your hand as you waited for the doctor to come back down. A sweet smell filled the air as you looked up, a soft smile was offered as a thank you to the other.

Leaning forward, you took a cup in your hands and brought it to your nose. Inhaling the sweet scent, you sighed out happily as you lifted it to your lips, letting the warm liquid run down your throat. Setting the cup back down, you looked up to Julian only to tilt your head at the look in his eye. Something about it seemed off. Shrugging it off, you placed your chin in your palm and chatted away with the doctor.

After a little chat and a drink, Julian stood quickly and waved goodbye before he ran out the door. Muttering something about running late for appointments, not before he shouted back to you that you were welcome for what was about to happen. Raising a brow in confusion, you stood up and picked the cups up, taking them to the small kitchen. The words spoken by the doctor soon pushed to the back of your mind as you continued to clean up.

Slowly the room you were in began to heat up. Shrugging your shoulders, you placed it down to your cleaning as you continued with your routine. Only to find that with each passing second you could feel your own body grow hotter, your heart beating a little faster with each breath. Placing your hands on the counter in front of you, you huffed out a breath as your fingers brushed against a bottle laying open.

After having an internal debate with yourself, you let curiosity get the better of you. Picking up the bottle, you examined it for a moment before turning the label to face you. You took in a shocked breath as you placed the bottle back down. A string of curse words leaving your lips as your knuckles turned white, your hands in fists. "I'm going to kill that doctor when I get my hands on him!".

The heat between your legs made itself known as you whined out, frantically searching for a way to distract yourself. "Fuck!".

Trying to steady yourself, you took a breath in only to be brought back down to reality with a choke as the door closed. You felt your heart stop as your breathing began to speed up, the pool of heat increasing at the sound of the voice that hit your ears. "(y/n), I'm home!".

Looking over your shoulder to the figure that now stood there, you gave them a wavering glance before letting out a squeak. Trying your hardest not to let them know what was happening. "H-ah! Oh, h-hey Asra~".

Violet eyes watched you in confusion for a moment. This was unlike you, a sudden worry washed over him Were you sick? That would mean he'd have to call Julian, not that he wanted to. Taking a step forward, he brushed his hand against your arm, watching as a shiver took over you. A soft moan slipped from your lips as you both looked at each other.

One looked extremely confused while the other, looking embarrassed, wished the ground would open up and swallow them whole. You couldn’t have been more embarrassed even if you tried. Your throat drying as you panted. "E-Excuse me!".

Asra watched as you ran off. His brows furrowing in confusion as he looked around. What could have could you to act like that? It wasn’t until a small bottle, now sitting upright on the counter, caught his eye he understood perfectly what was going on. With a small smirk playing on his lips, he shrugged off his coat and placed it down, walking in the direction you headed. He knew that bottle anywhere. Maybe this could work to his advantage as well as yours. He could either be wrong or be right. There was only one way to find out.

Peering out from under the blankets, you panted harshly as you rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve some of the pleasure you felt. Looking up, you saw Asra standing in the door left, your body shivering as you bit back a moan. “Asra, don’t~”.

"I saw the bottle, (y/n)~". He watched your movements as he walked closer to you, your eyes fluttering shut when he stopped in front of you. You were slowly losing the battle over the intense pleasure you felt. A soft smirk tugged at his lips. “My little magician, let me help you”.

By the time he’s reached you, you're more of a hormonal mess than you were before, your legs rubbing together harsher trying to relieve the heat.

Kneels down beside you as his fingers push the blankets off you, soft touches dancing on your skin as the heat you can feel ignites again.

Slender fingers lift your head by your chin, eyes watching you chew your lip to contain the sound you want to let out. "Let me guess, Julian?".

Watches as you nod your head, not wanting to open your mouth in case a loan slips out, much to his displeasure.

His darkened eyes watch you as you rub your legs together again, your chest heaving from panting. Secretly loves you in this state.

Lets his hands explore a little more, wandering a crossing your exposed skin as he leans closer to your ear. Wrestles with his own conscious about moaning in your ear. Not that he would care at this moment in time.

His breath against your skin makes your eyes flutter shut. He’s doing nothing to help the tight knots in the pit of your gut.

Smirks at the feeling of your hand gripping his top tightly. The feeling of your hands all over his as you try to ground yourself. "Don't hold them back, little fox, I want to hear you".

The soft moans that slip out from your lips at his needy touches are like magic. His own body reacting to the way you’re feeling.

He does curse himself a little for not thinking of this earlier. He'd have to thank Julian later on. After all, if it wasn’t for the interfering doctor, you’d both be busy around the shop.

He’s going to make sure he enjoys this. Every single part of it.

Soft touches and delicate kisses that soon become rough. This isn't helping you and he knows it. Although, he seems to like driving you crazy not touching you where you need it most.

He can't wait to make you lose your mind. Asra wants you just as much, he's just been a bit hesitant about things. Seems like it’s taken this little situation to give him the push he needed.

He's quick to scatter the remaining items of clothing you both have on. The cool air is a welcome feeling against your burning skin.

The soft moans and mewls of pleasure you let out as he closes his eyes, the throbbing he feels His purple eyes seemingly scan your body, taking in every curve and detail. Burns this image of you into his memory in case this never happens again.

Sets to work on your body. Seems to know every single spot that makes you cry out more. His fingers are like literal magic, each touch sets off more sparks than the one before it. It's almost like his magic is guiding him when he touches you.

Is impatient as fuck. Or should that be is impatient to fuck?

Is soon aching for more than his fingers touching you. Plants rough kisses on you as he lifts your body against his. He wants to see and feel close to you as he drags the tip of his leaking cock against your folds.

Knows 'The Lotus Blossom' is the perfect position for what is about to happen. Soft chuckles at the blush on your cheeks, the mains that slip out from you as you feel his cock head pressed at your dripping lips. "Get ready to see stars, my sweet magician".

Hisses at the feeling do your walls stretching slowly to accommodate his member. Those hisses turn into groans as he feels your walls softly fluttering around him.

Starts off slow, wants to feel every flutter and every convulse of you before he gradually gains momentum, holding you closer to him as his hip snap against you.

Bodies press against each other's as you both start to lose yourself in the throes of pleasure. Your nails claw marks into his tanned skin.

He knows he's hit a good spot when you shiver and moan his name for everyone in the magic realms, and beyond, to hear.

Loves how you grip his cock. Feels like, deep down, you were made for him and only him. The low groan that echoes from his throat is enough to make you orgasm right away.

Knows how to make you bend to his every touch. The potion in your body makes everything you're feeling heightened.

Doesn't look like it but he's an animal in those sheets. You can bet he's making a note to slip you some more aphrodisiac in the future. He can last a lot longer than you thought possible. "Asra, please, I can't take much more~".

Pulls your arching body more into his. His hip still pistoning against you at a quick pace. "Cum for me then, my love~".

Despite being like an animal, his touches are feather-like. Soft touches that contrast his rough thrusts have you feeling like you’ve died again and entered the eternal realm.

Growls into your ear as his thrusts slow down. Your loud cried telling him you’ve reached your high. Wants to savour the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock. The feeling of you milking him closer to his own high makes him feel crazy.

Gives you a long loving kiss as he cums, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as he fills you up. Savours the noises and mewls you make riding out your orgasm and his.

Likes to lean his head on your shoulders, nuzzling your neck as you giggle, wriggling in his lap. The aphrodisiac still coursing through your body as you moan out. Your hips moving against him again.

Deep moans as you start to ride him. Soft kisses on your neck as you moan out. Knows you still need some help to feel normal again.

Hips snap forward again with small bites of your skin. He loves the feeling of your body automatically giving into him again.

Being one with you is like a drug to him. He's slowly becoming addicted and he wants more. "I've got just the cure for you, my sweet little apprentice".

The way your body arches into his makes him crazy. Your skin feels so soft and smooth, despite being covered in marks and scratches. Only now does he realise he’s selfish. Wants to be the only one to make you come undone.

He doesn't want you to work yourself, after all, he wants to be the one to give you the highest pleasure possible. "A-Asra, please~".

Loves to hear your whines and moans. Holds off until you've had your next orgasm then pushes you back so he can have more room for his thrusts.

Pistons his hips harshly against you as you claw at his back, your moans gaining volume.

Places his forehead to yours as he fills you.

Slowly pulls out so he can see his cum slipping out of you. Feels a rush of excitement and possessiveness at that sight. At that moment he knows that it’s him you belong to.

Cuddles you close when you're both spent. Loves to feel your heartbeat return to normal. Soft blushes on your cheeks as you look at him. "You know, (y/n), what would happen if there was no aphrodisiac in your system~".

Chuckles at the confused and embarrassed expression on your face before his eyes widen in shock as you pin him down.

Whether you're fuelled by the remaining potion in your body or just your feelings for him, he's taken by surprise. Only for a moment though.

Loves to see this side to you. "You're defiantly not my shy apprentice now are you?".

Words spoken deeply as he slips back into you. The sound of your combined moans cutting through the silence.

Would give everything to be connected like this to you forever.

Can conclude you’re longer friends after this. Loves to touch you whenever he gets the chance.

Uses the aphrodisiac more - sometimes sneakily, others not.