#apologies for making anybody hungry...

[swedethings]

Svensk Mat (swedish food)

Falukorv // Västerbottenspaj // Pyttipana Raggmunk // Tunnbrödsrulle // Rårakor Färskpotatissallad // Hasselbackpotatis // Dillstuvad Potatis Kåldolmar // Köttbullar // Brunkål Gravlox // Kräftsallad // Lutefisk Ägghalvor // Rödbetssallad // Kalops Fläskpannkaka // Rotmos // Kroppkakor Smörgåstårta // Pitepalt // Räkmacka

[4kozy]

sophia as ur monster gf hcs

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sophia is a vampire, so messes in your home is a guarantee. she’s a messy eater; regardless of if it’s your blood or someone else’s, there’s gonna be a lot of cleaning up afterwards.

vamp soph has very pointy ears and teeth. she doesn’t have claws–common misconception–but she likes to get acrylics to match the look. she’s deathly pale when hungry, a big problem for her because she misses the natural color of her lips from time to time, but hates having to feed to get it back.

vamp soph mentioned feeding on you as nonchalantly as she could ( so as obvious as possible ) at the start of your relationship… saying how good you smelled, how much she wanted to try you, how feeding was an honor… it was kinda cute, so you kept teasing her as if you never heard any of it. she got so sick of it😭 she almost tackled you so you’d listen… ( ended differently than planned )

vamp soph always kisses you deep before eating–she says it makes you taste better, but you think it’s an excuse to make out. you also know that it’s to relax you before her fangs pierce your pulse, and that way, it hurts you a lot less. ( sometimes she gets drunk off of it, not stopping until you weakly push her off, in which case she profusely apologizes, giving you the aftercare of the gods🙏 )

vamp soph does NOT go outside. no, the sun doesn’t burn her alive, but it might as well… she also doesn’t do well in temperatures that aren’t moderate. fall and early spring are the times you go out the most–not too cold; not too hot.

vamp soph would sooner fly you everywhere you need to go than invest in a car. she thinks they’re the root of all evil, and would rather you stay home anyways.

vamp soph is very expressive–she never has to say that she’s feeling anything because she wears her heart on her face…? she’s upset? oh, you know. she’s pleased? oh, honey we can tell. you don’t tell her this either, because she will lie in your face about how she’s feeling even though it’s really obvious.

when vamp soph first fed on you, it kinda linked you two together. when you feel physical pain, so does she. it’d be a bit more romantic if you weren’t so clumsy at the job.

vamp soph doesn’t sleep period. she will lay in bed with you with her arms crossed and eyes open. she is literally counting the seconds until you wake up again. she never brings it up because she knows you like sleeping with her and you’d feel bad.

vamp soph can’t eat anything but blood ( and odder enough, raw butter ) and STILL takes the time out to make you dinner; yes, it’s good asf; yes, you ask for seconds and thirds.

vamp soph likes to play games with you more than anything. you two don’t play collaborative games anymore–a phantom woman knocked on your door and kinda cussed y’all out… ( you guys apologized and now hang out regularly. sophia has to wear 3 layers though. )

vamp soph likes to collect antique sharp objects! it’s cool until you’re asleep and wake up to sophia holding a broadsword over your face! more incidents of falling weapons occur and you thank whatever otherworldly force for her reflexes.

vamp soph broods like a teenage boy and listens to ptv very obnoxiously when it’s her journaling time. she likes to say that vampires have concerns the world would blow up over… falling over while attempting to stand up after a week of flying straight is not one of them.

vamp soph is super protective over you. remember how she can feel when you get hurt? it took months for her to stop showing up at the job after a prick–she still shows up for a fall every time; she also takes you home, because why would anyone beef with a vampire?

when vamp soph met you, she swore off eating anybody else… you think it’s cus she’s picky, and she thinks you guys are soulmates.

vamp soph loves receiving cheek kisses. especially after rescuing you from work, it’s like her special reward.

like manon, i also see vamp soph as being lesser on the possessive side, just because everyone can see that you’re taken. also she’s really confident in herself; you’d be stupid to try anything. you are very very smart! ( unfortunately some people are not. sophia knows she swore off eating anyone else but when that idiot man was messing with you, she got so mad she couldn’t control herself. she didn’t fully eat him–he tasted quite gross–but the point was made when his mangled body was found off the side of the road… oh how protective your girlfriend gets. )

vamp soph’s fav thing to do with you is talk. conversations with her are never dull, so you enjoy them too!

vamp soph was turned a long, long, long time ago. you don’t ask about her age, or who turned her, it’s a topic that isn’t taken very well. ( sophia spent the first thirty years of her life post-turn almost animal-like–vampires only get more human the more they feed )

another ability of vamp soph’s that backfires on her a lot is her shape shifting. this one is still one she has yet to control, her body usually going haywire when you make her flustered. ( tugging on her cheeks teasingly ended up with them stretching to 22 inches. it took a lot of butter, hard work, and apologies stifled by laughter–on your end–to fix it. )

vamp soph can also hypnotize you. she doesn’t realize when she’s doing it most of the time, until she jokingly tells you to die on the game and you rush to the nearest weapon ( which wasn’t far due to her odd obsession with them ) and she has to restrain you for the next hour.

vamp soph is really loud and argumentative; this is only exacerbated by the fact that she’s lived for hundreds of years so she thinks she knows better than you do. when google gets pulled out, phones get broken. and better phones get bought…

when vamp soph gets asked her favorite era of life, she will 100% without fail say it’s the one with you in it. it’s not meant to be corny, it’s genuinely how she feels about you.

vamp soph likes taking extravagant baths with you, and she will do one every night with a different theme. your favorite was pride month ‘23.

you like to massage vamp soph a lot! for such a homebody she gets a bunch of knots in her back. ( it has something to do with her workout routine… flying… for a long time… )

vamp soph likes to capture spiders in your home and name them. you currently have a lot more than you’d be comfortable with, but you love sophia more than you hate spiders.

you like to crochet vamp soph new clothes all the time. you originally picked it up as a side hobby, but seeing her enjoy every piece–from the ugly ducklings to the beautiful swans–you continued. she wears everything and proudly shows them off to everyone in the building, despite your embarrassment.

you and vamp soph’s favorite place ( outside of your home, that is ) is the beach! especially at night, you both love it there.

where the phantom neighbor’s apartment is minimal with barely anything but string lights and the occasional clothes on the floor, you and vamp soph turn your place into a maximalist dream–there is stuff everywhere, in a way that’s full but not cluttered. it reminds her childhood home in a way, her father was a toy store owner in their town.

you laugh at all the jokes vamp soph tells, even when they aren’t funny, just because you know your laughter makes her happy.

after 4 years of being together, and multiple internal monologues, you finally bring up to vamp soph about your wish to be turned. sophia stares at you like you’ve grown three heads. this is equally because of her trauma and her need to keep you safe at all costs. she tries to argue with you, saying you’ll need to eat a lot to turn human, you’ll have horrible pain for the first few weeks–or in her case years, and that living forever means watching the people you love die. you’re determined though, telling her that it’s forever with her or nothing, and you’d be willing to do anything it takes for it to work. after a few months of pleading, she finally relents, and just as she told you, it hurts like fucking hell. she brings you humans every day, hoping that you’ll have it just a bit easier, taking care of you the best way she knows how. when you recover, all you can feel is overwhelming love, and you know you’ve made the right decision 🩷

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wow vampire sophia😍😍??? how surprising!!! all i know is that i need her–and bad. (in a tone of voice that is not appropriate)

[ultravioletrayz]

hii, i hope your day/night has been well !!

i was wondering if i could request husband miguel who’s at the society with chubby/curvy wife where reader is just literally stuck to him like glue because she’s on her period and like also period horny and she desperately wants a lolipop qnd miguel is like totally taking advantage of it by straight up making reader give him a bj for her to satisfy her oral fixation

Holy shit that’s so hot.

Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (m. receiving), size kink (kinda), miguel and reader both being equally needy, public sex? (they do it in miguel’s office), miguel gets kind of rough so throat fucking ig, cum eating, awfully translated Spanish

Summary: following your husband around his workplace all day means miguel gets to take full advantage of your current… situation 🩸

A/N: someone give reader her lollipop :(

Word Count: 1.6K (unedited)

At this point, you couldn’t tell whether Miguel was genuinely clueless, or just being a dick. You’ve been following him around HQ all day, not wanting to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Spider Society, all the while trying not to cry out in pain and discomfort from how bad your cramps are getting.

It’s like your body wants you to suffer. The dizzying combination of pain, exhaustion, arousal, and the desperate need to distract yourself with something, anything, is enough to make you scurry away from your husband in desperate search of any kind of relief.

You try to follow the signs and the memory of Miguel showing you around his workplace the first time he had let you visit, making your way into the cafeteria. A few Spider-People look your way, confused as to why Miguel wasn’t by your side.

Shyly, you make your way to a few food stands and counters set up throughout the room, asking around if anybody sells a lollipop or anything else that would satisfy your need for distraction. Unfortunately for you, nobody has anything to offer, causing you to smile politely and leave the room, despite how frustrating this whole situation is.

You’ve excused yourself to the bathroom an obscene amount of times, been caught clutching your midsection as a result of your more painful cramps (day 2 fucking sucks), and you’ve been biting and chewing at the collar of the cute little blouse you’re wearing, which was your first attempt to communicate to Miguel this morning that you are painfully horny. And yet, the man you married for his caring and observant nature was none the wiser.

“¿Adónde fuiste?” Miguel’s voice booms behind you, causing a startled yelp to leave your lips as you turn on your heels and look up at him. His expression isn’t one of anger, like you had expected, it’s more amused than anything. (Where did you go?)

“I wanted a lollipop,” You say softly, fiddling with the hem of your blouse as the mere sight of your tall, tan, muscular husband in that skin-tight, holographic suit makes your thighs instinctively clench together. “But nobody sells them. You should get onto that, Migs.” You joke, trying to focus on anything but the aching in your lower tummy and the arousal pooling in your panties.

“Why do you want a lollipop? If you’re hungry, get something real to eat, cariño, a lollipop’s not gonna fill you up.” Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp red eyes full of confusion as he tries to pin your unusual behaviour.

“Miguel, I'm on my period, you idiot.” You giggle, your suspicions regarding Miguel’s cluelessness towards your situation being confirmed. It was a bit annoying that despite how long you two have been together, he can still get so caught up in work that he doesn’t remember the important things, like when your period’s due and that your oral fixation worsens during that time of the month. But he’s too hot to hold a grudge.

Miguel’s amused expression drops and he lets out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples as he mumbles apologies for his negligence towards your feelings the whole day. “Lo siento, querida, I had no idea. Can I do anything to help you?”

You smile softly at Miguel’s apology, licking your lips and fighting the urge to suck on the fabric of your blouse as you look up at your husband. “I need something to distract me from my cramps. Is there anywhere here that sells lollipops? Maybe one of the kids has candy or something stashed in their lockers?”

Miguel tries to hide the devilish smirk that creeps onto his lips as he steps close to you. He rests one of his massive, calloused hands on the back of your head, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “¿Necesitas chupar algo, nena?” (Need something to suck on, baby?)

You blush, Miguel’s teasing comment making you weak in the knees and going straight to your dripping cunt. Your eyes dart around the area the two of you are standing in, terrified one of Miguel’s subordinates may have heard him. Once you’re sure the two of you are alone, you nod, the needy look on your pretty face causing Miguel’s dick to throb in his suit.

With haste, Miguel drags you into his office, your lips crashing against one another as he slams your much smaller frame against the wall, his tongue forcing its way into the warmth of your mouth. One of his hands is buried in the softness of your silky locks, the other cupping your dripping pussy over your jeans, the heel of his palm grinding against your pulsing clit and causing you to whimper against his plump lips.

“Fucking lollipop,” Miguel hisses against your lips, his tone dripping with teasing and dominance as he sits down in the nearest desk chair and gestures for you to follow. “If you wanted to suck my dick that bad, should’ve just said something, princesa.”

Miguel spreads his muscular thighs, and you take it as an invitation to kneel between them. Your head rests on his leg, causing his holographic suit to flicker at the contact. He can’t help but chuckle at the adorable sight before him. His pretty little wifey, desperate to feel his heavy dick in her mouth. With a grin on your face, you reach up to tap the glowing screen of Miguel’s dimensional travel watch, the bottom half of his Spider-Suit dissolving. His hardened cock springs up, pre already dribbling from his reddened tip just because of how needy you are on your period. It drives him fucking insane.

You wrap your hands around Miguel’s shaft, your digits barely enveloping his girthy member, causing him to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes remain glued to his sharp, red ones as your tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe from his swollen balls, along the veins on the underside of his dick, all the way up to his leaky tip. He groans as you plant little kisses against his moist slit, claws protruding from his fingertips and digging into the arms of his chair.

“Stop teasing, cariño,” Miguel whimpers, hips bucking against your mouth to try and force his cock inside. “I thought you needed this-” Miguel’s words are cut off by a loud moan as you unexpectantly give his tip a harsh suck, swirling your tongue around it as you savour the taste of his precum.

He knows that you’re overly sensitive and fragile when you’re on your period, but the second your moist, plush lips surround his cock, he loses all self-control. You wanted something to suck, something to distract you from your cramps? Miguel was going to give you just that. He grabs you by your hair and bucks his hips upwards, his cock slamming into the back of your throat and causing you to choke and cry. He fucks his dick into the depths of your mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he pants and moans above you. You hollow your cheeks and rest your hands on the thick flesh of his legs, trying to ground yourself and adjust to the way Miguel smears his precum all over the walls of your mouth.

“Lo siento– ¡mierda! Lo siento, cariño.” Miguel whines, his hold on your hair loosening as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, sucking him off properly now. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet praises to you to make up for his harsh thrusts before. “Doing so good, baby. Keep going.”

Saliva drips down your chin as you take as much of Miguel in your mouth as possible, your hands firmly stroking the bottom half of his shaft that isn’t inside the gushy warmth of your pretty lips. The weight of Miguel’s cock against your tongue, the way his veins pulsate and brush against your lips each time your head rises, and the sight of his head thrown back and his thighs twitching as he gets closer and closer to cumming makes your aching pussy drool, your panties surely ruined by how turned on you are.

“I’m- fuck! I’m gonna cum, bebé.” Miguel whines, the muscles in his thick biceps bulging as he grips his chair and lazily fucks into your mouth to reach his release. Feeling his twitching cock filling your mouth makes you moan, the vibrations of your pretty sounds sending Miguel over the edge. His cum coats the inside of your mouth, spurting against the back of your throat as he pants and curses to himself.

You release his softening member with a pop!, licking up the stray ropes of his release that coat his shaft and lap, swallowing his load and making sure to clean him up thoroughly. He chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you being so obedient and he lifts your chin in one hand to stroke his thumb against your cheek.

“Gracias, mi reina,” He whispers, enabling his suit once again, his heavy, moist cock disappearing underneath the digital strands of blue and red. “I’ll return the favour at home, okay?”

You giggle and nod your head in agreement, staring up at your fucked-out husband gratefully.

“Can you still help me find a lollipop to buy?”

Teehee :)

[hey-itsdollie]

Coming out of anon bc I already reblogged the original fic which is smth I usually don't do especially for smut/suggestive stuff bc I'm shy but I loved how you did my request and if it's not too much to ask could we do a part 2 but in the pov of the boys this time?

Transmasc reader working out with Kunigami, Barou, and Karasu. What thoughts are running through their head? Are they as thirsty for the reader as he is for them? Are they even thirstier? Bonus points for smut but again, up to you! And don't be afraid to reach out to me personally if you want clarification!

Again, thank you so much for filling my request: lowkey always scared to ask for transmasc readers from fic writers bc more often than not they won't do it so I'm so happy I ran into your blog!

Rock Hard at the Gym

I hope I wrote this to your liking!

‧₊˚ ┊The bllk guys' minds are only concentrated on their gym partner

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » kunigami. barou. karasu.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ smut, trans masc reader, use of pet names, dirty thoughts, aged up!, minors DNI!

Part 1, Part 2 -u are here!-

── .✦ Rensuke Kunigami

Kunigami found himself cursing at his thoughts. Trying to keep them at bay as he felt your hungry stares on him. Forcing himself to focus on the activity at hand–lifting weights.

Normally this didn’t happen but for the past few months these rather… inappropriate thoughts about his gym partner have been more consuming. Completely taking effect on his mind and body like some kind of hypnosis.

Like his current… predicament. He couldn’t help but imagine lifting you up and off his cock. Hearing your sweet moans echo through the empty gym. Perhaps all this training and weight lifting wasn’t just for soccer? Maybe it was for you the whole time.

The idea of lifting you around and being able to hold you up against the wall or in positions. It ate at him.

And the worst of it all was that he knew you thought the same. The lingering stares you gave him, the way your eyes seemed to check him out even in his exhausted sweaty states.

“You should slow down, you might choke.” He muttered, placing the weight on the ground next to him as he sat up. Watching you chug the liquid from the cold bottle. Not being able to help the thoughts that filled his mind.

Easily being able to picture you on your knees sucking on his girthy cock. Choking on it as he fucked into your wet cavern. Kunigami could see himself talking you through it–praising you about how well you were taking him.

The ginger heard the male beside him mutter out a soft apology, not missing the red flare up he had on his face. Fuck… just the image of you apologizing for making a mess after he came on your face. Kunigami quickly felt himself hardening in his pants.

“We should get going… the gym’s gonna close soon.”

── .✦ Shoei Barou

Barou couldn’t stand it. It’s only been ten minutes of you on his back and he was already on the verge of switching the current roles.

Your warm hands running over his shoulders and back muscles was enough to make his curse, not willing to voice out his liking to your touch.

The quiet mutterings of concern only made his cock harden more. “Just stay up there for a bit longer… I’m not done.” Barou muttered holding back a ground as he felt your clothed boypussy rub against his back each time he did a push up.

He wanted this to last as long as it could. “You callin’ me weak with your whining?” He groaned out, covering his true emotions with his pride. Hearing a sigh leave you as your hands run over his heated back.

Barou could feel the rise in your body heat. The fact you were getting as worked up as he was–well it made the situation almost painful.

The male tried to push the thoughts away knowing if he didn’t, there was a high chance his cock would end up inside you while showering. He never needed anybody this bad before. He didn’t even give two shits about romance or emotions for that matter.

But when it came to you, he could barely hold back.

── .✦ Tabito Karasu

“Fuck his body…” Karasu inwardly cursed as his hands felt over your smooth skin. Completely forgetting the fact his hands were running over your body simply to analyze your muscles. “Tabito…”

Your murmur made him grin at the sight of your red face. He pulled his hands away, raising them with a joking grin. “Didn’t know you were so ticklish~” He teased, the sight of you blushing making his heart skip a beat.

You always seemed to play hard to get, so oftentimes Karasu found himself showing off way more than he normally would. Touching you when he could, complimenting you, teasing endlessly.

“Well, let’s just say you need some new core workouts. I got a great one that you could try.” Karasu hummed nudging against your side as you gasped. “Tabito what the fuck!”

The dark-haired male laughed, even though he meant some of what he said. But he was more than willing to wait as long as he needed to be with you.

“Come on, let's go workout already.” You groaned, pulling him out of the locker room and going to a more secluded corner.

“Oo like the one I proposed?”

“Shut up Tabito…” You glared your face burning from embarrassment as your gym partner cackled following behind you.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[intoanotherworld23]

Breaking And Entering | SheriffJoel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel catches you breaking and entering into his house, and takes you back to the station to teach you a little lesson

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut, dominant Joel, sheriff Joel, fingering, spanking, use of authority, mention of crime, implied sex

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: Comment, heart, and reblog if you guys wish for a second part to this to see what else will happen! Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated to share with others so they can enjoy! Thank you guys so much I hope you all enjoyed! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

“So you like breaking into peoples home huh?” Joel asked sternly as he bent you over the steel table.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered pathetically as Joel’s foot pushed your legs further apart.

“Oh now you’re sorry.” He chuckled devilishly at your response, and wasn’t buying your pathetic apology. “I think you’re just sorry you got caught.”

You weren’t meant to get caught at all. It was just a dare that went too far, and you’re the only one he was able to grab. Your stupid friends dared you to break into the sheriffs house. Only thing is you didn’t expect him to be at home waiting.

Then he had no time in driving you back to the station throwing you in one of the rooms. There was something about the way he handled you, and looked at you that was dark. There was something much more than anger behind his eyes. You couldn’t quite tell what it was though.

“Please I’m sorry I wasn’t going to steal anything.” Hoping that would make things better, but Joel just ignored you.

“Were you by yourself or with friends?” Hands patting your legs squirming in his hold.

“Isn’t a female supposed to check me?” You asked turning your neck to get a better look at him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He raised his voice at you. “You lost that privilege when you decided to break into my home.”

“You can’t treat me like this.” Speaking out again.

“Better watch that mouth sweetheart or it’s gonna get you in big trouble.”

“Or you’ll do what?” You were really pushing him this time.

Joel was fuming at this point, and all he had on his mind was teaching you a lesson. The way you talked back to him like a spoiled child. You were just asking for a punishment. There was only one way that he knew for sure would work.

“Now answer me.” Feeling his hands now patting close to your area. “Who else was with you?”

“Nobody.” You lied quickly.

“I don’t believe you.” Joel responded as he swatted at your inner thigh making you jump.

Most people would be terrified being in this position, but right now you were incredibly turned on by how dominant he was becoming. You couldn’t help but feel you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

“I’m telling the truth sheriff there wasn’t anybody else.” Pleading with him to believe you. He still wasn’t buying it.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time.” His voice quieted as his thick hand pressed against your clothed core. “Was there anybody else?”

“What are you gonna do?” Whispering loud enough for him to hear fear evident in your voice.

“Whatever I want with you.” His hand smacking down where it laid your legs folding together.

The air had left your lungs, and it felt as if someone turned up the heat in this room several degrees. The only sound that could be heard was your heavy breathing. It felt like the room was closing in on you two, and there was no way to escape.

Quickly opening your legs back open for him. Feeling his hand back on you as he kept it there for a few seconds. He could feel how warm you were between your legs, and he was loving it. He was glad that you were feeling the same mood that he was.

You could tell him you don’t want this, and scream for help in hopes someone would come running in and stop all this. Instead you chose not to, and wanted more. You were hungry for his touch, and lust was all you could think about.

Joel rubbing his hand up and down the pants you had on the fabric pressing into your clit. A tiny whimper slipping past your lips. Biting down on bottom lip hoping he didn’t hear that.

“That feels good doesn’t it sweetheart?”

Joel grinned knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Putting more pressure on your core just wishing he could feel how drenched you were for him. He wanted nothing more than to reach his hand down your pants, and collect your juices on his fingers.

“Just tell me what I want and I’ll let you cum.” Joel whispered seductively in your ear pressing his now fully clothed erect cock into your backside.

Pushing unknowingly back against him to feel more as he kept rubbing his hand up and down more aggressively this time. Joel saw what you were doing and chuckled to himself. He let you keep it up for a little bit before pulling away from you making you cry out.

“Ah ah ah.” Pulling his hand away this time too. “Not until you tell me what I need.”

He already knew the truth that you didn’t work alone, but he was the one in charge right now, and he needed to hear you say it. Right now he needed you to submit so he could also get what he wanted.

“Okay fine there was others.” Blurting out finally telling him the truth.

“Good girl.” Patting your ass with praise. “See that wasn’t so hard now was it.”

Before you could even respond the same hand that was rubbing on you was now pushing your pants open. Pushing past your panties feeling exactly how turned on he was making you. Joel almost growled at the feeling of what he was doing to you.

“Fuck you are wet for me aren’t you?��� You could only respond with a moan.

Able to easily slip his fingers inside of you pushing all the way to his knuckles. Your mouth hanging open as he pulled out and then pushed back in. Immediately starting a rhythm that had your body rocking against the table.

Pressing his whole body into you so that you were squeezed between the table and his body. Wanting nothing more than to rip yours and his pants off, and fuck you until tomorrow. He had patience though, and knew it would be worth it to hold out a little more.

“Is this what you wanted?” His tone condescending, and you felt ashamed for wanting this so easily.

“Yes yes yes.” You babbled out already feeling the pressure building between your legs.

Joel wanted a different response as his free hand smacked your ass harder this time. He wanted you to know he was the one in charge, and the one with all the power right now.

“You wanna say that again sweetheart?”

“Yes sheriff.” Responding back to him hoping that’s what he wanted.

“That’s a good girl for me.” He praised again his fingers going faster this time as his palm smacked against your pelvis.

The suction noises echoing in both of your ears hearing exactly how drenched you were. Feeling your ears and cheeks burning a sudden embarrassment washing over you. Joel was loving it though.

Maneuvering his thumb so he could rub your clit pushing you over the edge. Crying out as his hand grabbed your mouth to keep you quiet. Hushing in your ear, but never once stopping or slowing down his movements.

“Can’t have anyone know what I’m doing to you in here.” Whispering in your ear as he nibbled on it. “Can you imagine what they would say if they caught you fucking the sheriff?”

That’s the last thing you wanted for everyone in this town to hear about this. To know how easily you folded for him, and you broke into his house. Your reputation would be completely tarnished, and nobody would look at you the same.

Joel knew he had the upper hand here. He knew you wouldn’t say anything to anybody, cause they would probably take his word over yours. In fact Joel might even keep you around longer to do this again.

“Dirty little thief spreading her legs to keep from going to jail.” He kept going as if it was a shared secret between you two. “You’ll do anything to keep from going to jail won’t you.”

It came out more like a statement than a question because he already knew the answer to that one. He could tell you were the type of girl who would do anything to avoid jail time.

“Please.” Begging him feeling so close to release already.

“Please what?” He teased again knowing what he wanted.

“Please sheriff I wanna cum.”

That was all he needed to hear for motivation. His hand gripping onto your hips as his fingers literally drove themselves into you pushing and pulling your body. Clenching around his fingers as your hands gripped the edge of the table.

Joel’s fingers stayed still inside of you as they curved inside motioning in a come here action. Gasping loudly as you turned your head to bite into your arm at the motion. Joel having you right where he wanted you.

Your entire body was on fire right now. Your legs were already trembling, and you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to last. Thank god for Joel holding you otherwise you’d have collapsed to the floor.

Joel’s inner beast was banging against the cage wanting to be let out. All he wanted to do was devour you right against this table. He wanted you completely at his mercy, and to hear you beg for his cock.

Watching as your body wriggled under his hold, and how you couldn’t control what your arms and legs were doing. It was like something was possessing you, and Joel was the reason.

“Fuck yeah I want you to cum for me.” Growling into your ear. “Want to feel the pussy cum around my fingers.”

That was all you needed to hear as your entire body tightened. Legs shaking as your orgasm came over you violently. Mouth hanging wide open as whimpers and moans left your lips.

Joel keeping you in place though against his body his cock really pressing into you. Imagining the whole time it was him inside of you instead of his fingers.

Your entire body felt defeated and weak. Not being able to lift your head or even move your arms. All that was just from him fingering you. Not sure if you were gonna be able to handle his cock now.

“Fuck I could tell you needed that.” Joel joked as he soothingly rubbed his hand up and down your back.

If you weren’t in such a state of bliss you would have felt so ashamed for what you just did. Not being the type of girl who would spread her legs for just anybody. Let alone the sheriff of this town.

“Am I free to go now?” Asking timidly wondering if he would let you go.

“Oh no baby girl,” hands gripping onto your hips harshly, “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

“But I told you what you wanted to know.” Cranking your neck to look at his reddened face, and blown out eyes staring down at you.

“You still need to tell me your friend’s names.” That made your eyes go wide. “For that you get to cum around my cock.”

[iamthatonefangirl]

time - jackson era joel miller

guys this is literally just me rambling after i saw this banger edit and wanted to write about joel holding me but i completely lost sight of the plot i had in mind

i am coping by pretending that everyone is lovey-dovey and happy ok. so plz just humor me here.

~~~

time was a funny concept.

you never knew when you were going to run out of it.

living in a world knowing nothing but tragedy, knowing so little about the world that came before it? it made you think about time often.

how different your life could have been if you had been born only ten years earlier. if you had just a little bit more time with your family before the world as you knew it came crashing down, causing you to be on your own years earlier than you anticipated.

somehow, you found your way.

you were lucky to find community in Jackson. you hadn't known what true loyalty had been before that; it was a do or die world, and you could never really trust anybody. you spent years getting burned by people you thought you could trust, and so once you made it to Jackson?

it took you time to re-learn the trust you had once given too freely. but you were grateful that you had the opportunity to now.

~~~

and then one day, suddenly a man and a young girl showed up seeking shelter.

although you were many, many years younger than the man they called Joel, you could see yourself in him. the way that he trusted few, but cared deeply about the people who were lucky to gain his trust.

his brother. his pseudo-daughter. and after a while, the people of Jackson, too.

there was something about him that you were drawn to. call it the way you resonated with his pain, the loss of your family, the inability to see where you stood in this new, scary, dangerous world.

for a while, you thought that maybe you just saw what you wanted to see.

~~~

he was off-putting for many of the first interactions you had with him, for reasons you understood.

you took it upon yourself to bring the new neighbors a casserole the first day. a lasagna a few days later, and eventually, you scouted enough of the ingredients you needed for a chocolate pie.

the man, Joel, was not keen on accepting the meals the first few days. the girl, Ellie, was happy to snatch the food from your hands with an exclamation of "thanks!" before running off back into the house, leaving Joel to apologize for her behavior. you'd flash him a bright smile, to which he would pause and just maybe smile back at you before thanking you and shutting the door.

the look in his eyes when you brought the chocolate pie over? can't beat that, the look of excitement and some small semblance of joy in a world severely lacking it.

so he accepted the pie, without the assistance of Ellie this time, and invited you in for a slice.

the smile on his tired face was too pretty for you to decline the offer.

~~~

if you began putting all your efforts into cooking meals for the new neighbors, you wouldn't admit it.

if you accepted that it meant you might go hungry sometimes for lack of enough groceries, then so be it. you wouldn't worry about it. you didn't need the sustenance the way these folk did, still adjusting to this new way of life in Jackson.

but you never did go hungry, because Joel would never let you return home without serving you up a plate of whatever it was you had made for them.

"I made this for you and Ellie, Mr. Miller. please don't worry about me," you would smile at him, waving off his concerns.

"wouldn't be right o'me to send you home, a pretty girl like you, without a belly full of food, don't ya think?" he told you one time. a pretty girl? like you?

"and please, call me Joel," he said, that southern drawl just melting your heart. "Mr. Miller makes me feel old," he confessed.

so maybe you accepted his offer to come in. and maybe, Ellie was gone that evening, so you gladly ate dinner with Joel, forcing yourself not to stare at his pretty face while you did.

"it's real good, darlin'," he would compliment you, to which you would blush once more.

"thank you, Mr. Miller," you would say, focusing your gaze on your plate, fighting back a smile. if you looked up at him, who knows what would come out of your mouth.

"would love another one of those chocolate pies you make, darlin'," he began, darling?, "almost as sweet as you."

you realized it then. he was... flirting with you.

you looked up to see him smirking at you, seeing the way your cheeks flushed pink and how you almost seemed embarrassed.

"what, has no man ever told you how pretty you are, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, all while his legs stayed rooted in their spot, spread so you could see...

"no," you pipe up, even more embarrassed then.

"why don't you let me show you, then?"

~~~

it wasn't much longer before you were moving in with Joel. Ellie was happy to live in the garage, having some much desired space as a teenager.

when he asked you, he played it off as though it was for efficiency, given that with all the new refugees, needing the space and whatnot...

you would never turn down such an offer. you'd found a comfortable spot in your relationship, and nothing could ever change that.

~~~

Joel was most certainly the first person you truly trusted in a long time. you trusted him with your secrets, your past, your life.

for the first time in a very long time, you felt safe. you felt wanted.

he held you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your chest and stomach to keep you in place. anywhere else, anywhere away from him, and he couldn't protect you. so there you stayed, happily.

the luxuries you had now were ones neither of you had experienced for many years prior, including the cool, clean sheets under your skin now.

you held onto his arms as they kept you pressed against him, feeling the way his biceps were so naturally defined from the years of such physically demanding work, just to stay alive.

his body radiated warmth. you had a heater now, too, although you swore he would keep you both warm enough until the end of time.

time had always been a struggle for your entire life. there was never enough of it, but always too much. you never seemed to find the right timing until you met Joel.

right now, right here, when he held you?

time just melted away.

~~~

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Only Fools Rush In

"So what? You've blown a fuse

Well, that happens to us all

Well, I come with great news

The day could change~"

Just A Cloud Away - Pharell Williams

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Previous

Next

"Y-Y/N!? What-what the hell are you doing here?"

"H-Hello Lucifer, it's lovely to see you again."

The room was deathly quiet, you could hear the tiniest of pins drop. Everybody was staring at the King of Hell and the angel, their eyes wide and mouths agape. Even Alastor was surprised.

The two stared at each other from across the dining room table. He hadn't changed much since Y/N last saw him, all those eons ago. He still had the same fierce glint in his eye, and he still carried himself the same way, with that combination of elegance and danger that seemed impossible to pull off when you were in a place like Heaven.

But there he was, still the fallen angel that Heaven decided was too dangerous and unpredictable.

A troublemaker.

"You, you two know each other?" Charlie asked, surprise very evident in her voice.

"Yes, we were....acquaintances before he fell," Y/N replied, keeping her voice calm and steady.

"Acquaintances is an understatement" Lucifer said under his breath. "I didn't think they'd actually send someone down here, let alone you."

"Yes, well there is a first time for everything," Y/N shot back, still keeping her voice calm and steady.

Lucifer laughed dryly. "Out of all the angels, they send you? I didn't know Heaven was feeling so...generous."

Y/N forced herself to take a deep breath. She had a job to do, and whatever ancient history that was lingering between her and Lucifer was as relevant as an old scar.

"I am here on Heaven's orders," she replied crisply. "Nothing more."

“Orders.” Lucifer repeated the word with a quiet, almost pitying chuckle. “They’ve sent one of Heaven’s own to monitor me, then? How very…quaint.”

"Still as prideful as ever, I seem," Y/N said, coming out a bit more coldly than intentioned. "Unless you're running this hotel directly, my business here does not involve you."

"Doesn't involve me?" he laughed. "I might not be managing day-to-day, and unless you forgot that my daughter owns this hotel. I'm here to keep my eye on things and support her."

"Okay, um maybe we should move on to dessert," Charlie intervened. "Niffty made a really good apple pie an-"

"Are you sure Heaven didn't send you here to see if Hell's changed me?" Lucifer interrupted, a smirk on his face

"From what I've seen, you're still the same arrogant troublemaker that doesn't care about anybody but himself," Y/N said, getting angry.

"That's rich coming from you," Lucifer sneered. "Tell me, do you enjoy being Heaven's little watchdog? It must be scary being down here all by yourself."

"Do not say such things about me!" Y/N yelled, finally tired of Lucifer and his remarks. She stood up from her chair so fast that her chair fell over.

Everybody stared at Y/N, including Lucifer. They weren't prepared to see the proper and poised angel get so angry. And normally, Y/N wouldn't allow herself to get this angry, but she had had enough of Lucifer and his insults.

"I am not scared of you, and I am not scared of being here in Hell!" Y/N snapped. "I am not a watchdog, and I am certainly not here for you! So don't you dare say anything different! You know nothing about me, so stop pretending that you do!"

Y/N huffed and looked around the room at everyone, now starting to feel embarrassed for her outburst.

"I apologize for my outburst," Y/N said, looking down. "I'm terribly sorry Charlie, but I don't think I'm hungry for dessert."

"Oh no that's fine, you don't have to apologize!" Charlie immediately said. "I'll make sure to save you a slice."

"I appreciate that, thank you," Y/N said. "I think I'll be heading to bed now. Again, I apologize for my rudeness."

Y/N turned to walk out of the dining room after she picked up the chair off the floor.

"Goodnight, everyone," she said as she walked out of the room.

Walking out of the room, tears began to prick at her eyes.

This wasn't how she imagined seeing Lucifer again.

She thought it would be more heartfelt and lovely.

But, she was wrong.

And she wouldn't make that mistake in assuming something like that again.

Especially when it came to someone like Lucifer Morningstar.

im thinking about doing one of those notes things

what do you think??

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[milotraflgkl]

reader who likes to cook

STRAW-HATS X GN!READER

note: THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! content: reader can cook, fluff, can be platonic or romantic, fluff. WC: 1050

Luffy

he loves to eat, so when he finds out that you can cook? you are the first person he goes to for every meal

he doesn’t care what you cook him, as long as he gets a bunch of it and fast. he’s starving!! (he ate like two minutes ago)

if you want to try something knew he’s willing to eat it, he’ll even tell you how good it is but you have to take it with a grain of salt cause he finds practically everything you make him delicious

he also likes to make ideas for things he wants, if he wants something exotic he’ll definitely bring it up in a random conversation to you

he likes both you and sanjis cooking, but he definitely likes your more. maybe it’s the fact that your cooking isn’t restaurant taught and feels more, home like

if you are out shopping on an island, to his dismay yet his obvious interest he’ll grab random fruit and ask what kind of meals you can make out of it

Zoro

he doesn’t really care, he’s never cared for anything except good combat and shit like that but that doesn’t mean he won’t find it impressive

and when i say he doesn’t care i mean, he just doesn’t bother to ask. you’ll tell him or cook him something and he’ll say thanks or cool then move on

but secretly after you tell him you cooked him something he tries to enjoy it a little more than he does Sanjis, i mean you cooked it for HIM he feels pretty flattered

he’ll also sometimes come into the kitchen to watch you, mostly to see how you use a knife and if you are good with it. like i said, he’s mostly interested in combat.

he’ll start to buy you knives, he hopes you’ll use them for defense but most the time he finds them hidden somewhere safely or he’ll see you using them to cut up the onions that will be on tonight’s plate

Nami

she thinks it’s cute, especially when you make her something specifically for her. she’ll eat it slowly and make sure to enjoy every little detail that you put into the dish

if you make her anything orange related you’ll hear constant praises and she’ll tell you how good the dish was then ask for more

she definitely enjoys sitting in the kitchen while you cook, doodling in her pages of maps but also making sure to keep a look out for good islands that have ingredients you might like

she doesn’t mind Sanji’s cooking but whenever dinner is served she always asks, when she hears it’s from you she takes her time more than she does with Sanjis.

when she’s out shopping for herself and she sees something like a little utensil set she’ll snag it then buy it for you, as a random gift because she thought you’d like it

she definitely comes to you when she’s craving things on her period, if she wants a specific snack she’ll go to you and she’ll watch you intently as you prepare it for her

Usopp

he finds it cool! he’ll tell you stories about himself cooking and how amazing of a cook he is but when you offer to cook with him he panics

he will sit and watch you cook, he will ask random question but most the time he’ll bite his nails to hold back from asking to many. he doesn’t wanna bother you while you cook

he won’t say it to either you or sanjis face but he definitely likes your cooking more, he’ll tell anybody he meets about sanjis cooking but then immediately bring up how yours is just 10x better

he’ll ask you about different meals you can make, if you offer to make one he’ll say yes but then immediately feel bad for being a bother to you and distracting you from cooking for the rest of the crew

but when you do cook for him? it’s like he’s on heaven. like nami and zoro, he takes his time enjoying what you’ve made for him. he doesn’t really look at the details like nami does cause it’s food, he’s hungry but he’ll take his time to enjoy it longer than he normally does

if you offer to teach him how to cook he’ll say yes, but will apologize every 30 seconds if he messes up or doesn’t follow the correct instructions. he’s not bad at it either… well making toast at least.

Sanji

at first he’s intimidated over the fact that someone else on the ship can cook and from what he’s heard, it’s better than his. he’s very cold to you at the beginning before he realizes how much this is just like the baratie

one day he comes to you and you two talk it out, eventually opting to work together in the kitchen to make meals that make the whole crew happy and sleep well at the end of the night

sanji won’t admit it but he enjoys having someone in the kitchen, even after preaching that it was his sacred space and no one was allowed there he didn’t mind having you back there

and when you weren’t there, it was mildly hectic. you always knew how to make the meals feel more special, give it that family and homey feel but he’s stuck in the old restaurant ways

he’ll cook you something and even when he does he tries to push his limits to make something similar to you, even though he messes up you still enjoy the thought

when you cook for him it shocks him, he’s not used to being cooked for but when he tries to the food he understands why the rest of the crew says yours simply just… tastes better. he’ll definitely ask you for your secrets, if you have any

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Queen of Hearts IV

Its interesting, she reflects. Riddle had taken it better than expected. It probably helped that he had literally seen her appear at of midair a few weeks ago, but still better than expected.

He had insisted on a proper party to welcome the Queen of Hearts, as the rules dictated when the queen visited your court, and Yuu whispered her apologies to Cater and Trey as they helped with preparations.

They had told the dorms that, due to the overblots, overseers had been chosen to help with mental health issues. They would be open to anybody at the dorm for mental health problems and tutoring, though it was kept vague. In order to test their effectiveness, they would be introduced to the dorms one by one for those who had experienced overblot, so that gave her some time with the dorms who hadn’t, and hopefully wouldn’t? It didn’t seem likely that each wouldn’t have their own overblot at this point, but a girl can dream.

Heartslabyul was acquiring Mary of Umbridge. The only one who would know her true identity would be Riddle. Yuu thought Ace and Deuce had already figured something wasn’t quite right with Mary, but Ace enjoyed the challenge. There were very few people who could beat the boy at cards, even when cheating.

Mary’s magic smelled strongly of pennies, sugar and grass. It permeated strongly through the dorm as the party kicked off, Riddle in deep conversation and the others playing games and enjoying the treats.

Certain spells would leave her as they dispersed the magic. It was a shame that Yuu wouldn’t be able to simply transport where she wanted. But shrinking was quite fun!

“Yuu!” Mary laughed, “You are not a dormouse! Out of the jam jar!”

Riddle almost giggled himself, handing off one of his handkerchiefs. He was trying hard to remain formal, but Mary was making it difficult. He looked so much like her dear Jester, even his temper! She couldn't help doting on him, just a little. They would have to work on it of course, but she could enjoy a bit.

Yuu hiccupped a half foot above her stature before finally shrinking down again.

“She picks up on Underland magic so easily,” Mary laughed, watching Ace drag her away to the hedgehogs. “She’s always so happy here. It pleases me as well, that she had somewhere to go when Ramshackle got too cold.”

“I searched the rules, but it would not allow her to stay longer than a day. Even allowing her to stay overnight was a stretch according to the handbook.” Riddle sighed. He had often thought the same but could never make it work.

Mary rubbed at the handle of the delicate teacup, the swirl of black tea a comfort even now.

“Do you know why I do not serve chestnut tarts on an unbirthday?”

Riddle’s hands stilled.

“They were my husband’s absolute favorite. Our first anniversary we went out and collected them ourselves; scratched ourselves merrily all the way back to the kitchens!” Riddle’s gray eyes were so wide. “I couldn’t bear to have them, except on his birthday. I would stay in my chambers and set his picture on the other end of the table, just so I could imagine eating with him again.”

Mary sets her teacup on her saucer, turning more fully toward him.

“There are things I set in motion because they were purely for me. Not justice, not order, not for the people. Just for me." She resists the urge to rub her knuckles, he recognizes the hesitation because it is his own. "And, years later, something in me had gone a bit power hungry. If I was going to suffer, so would everyone else.”

Riddle had studied her statue a dozen times. He had read her stories, followed her laws, followed her example to the letter. He never imagined her eyes so tearfully, her thumbs pressing down on her palms as she remembered.

“You have learned so much from me, little fireheart. Let me teach you from my mistakes too.”

Riddle takes a breath. It's alot, to be with her like this. She looks like his mother in some ways, and others...she might as well be from a different planet. But she's been kind, in private and public. She looks at him and sees something. He doesn't know what, but it's beyond him. Not just his potential but...him. He takes his untouched strawberry tart and cuts it in half, setting the plate gently by her cup.

“When one makes a deal, they must seal it by sharing a tart of the guest’s preference.”

Mary can only softly laugh, raising her plate as they both take a bite.

“Then it’s a great thing we both have good taste.”

[actualalligator]

Buddie!

63. "You can't even say it with a straight face."

Anon, it's been 8 million years, and I apologize for that, but we got here in the end.

Buck frowned, watching Eddie. "You don't want to tell them," he said after a second.

"What? No! I said we could!" Eddie replied, pulling back.

Buck leaned back against the jeep. "You can't even say it with a straight face. Boyfriend. Buck is my boyfriend."

Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face. "You are! I just don't see why everybody needs to know. It's our business, Buck."

Buck looked toward the firehouse, then back at Eddie before pushing away from the jeep. He hiked the strap up his bag higher up on his shoulder. "It's the 118, not a bunch of strangers. But if you don't want people to know you're dating me..." He shrugged. "I can't force you, Eddie."

"Buck, hey, that's not--" Eddie started to reach out right as Chimney pulled into the lot, window down. He drew back but caught the hurt on Buck's face before he managed to shove it down.

"I'll see you inside," Buck said.

He thought this was different. This thing with Eddie felt different. Sure, it hadn't started as a shining moment, both a little too tipsy, Buck heart broken over Tommy and Eddie in whatever had been happening with the shirt, briefs, and tube socks. They'd woken up and promised it was just one night, but it wasn't. Because it kept happening. They kept falling into bed over and over.

And Buck realized somewhere along the way that whatever they were doing felt right. It kinda felt like forever. He'd tried to keep that to himself, to stay casual, but then he lost someone on a call, and Eddie was there to keep him together when he started to fall apart.

"I think I love you, Buck," Eddie had said two days later. "But I'm scared. All of this is still new. I need time before I'm ready to let the world in."

But six months had gone by, and Buck was sure Eddie was the love of his life. He couldn't tell anyone, and in that, he felt lonely and isolated. He didn't have anybody to talk to, and he'd finally said something, made it clear that he couldn't just be Eddie's dirty little secret forever.

He wouldn't force Eddie to out himself, wouldn't dream of it. He'd end it. Smash his own heart in the process. What other choice did he have?

He changed quickly, sat down with the others for breakfast, made enough small talk to seem normal. He didn't look up when Eddie joined them, just picked the crumbled sausage from the breakfast casserole.

"Oh, Eddie!" Chimney said as he sat down. "Maddie wanted me to ask if you would be interested in coming with us to pickleball on Saturday. She wants to introduce you to Penny from the call center, and we got a great deal on a doubles package."

"Like a date?" Buck asked before he could help himself.

"Apparently, you putting your foot down on all future setups has not slowed your sister down one bit, Buckaroo," Chim laughed. "She just switched targets. What do you say, Eddie?"

Buck watched as Eddie sat down with a plate. He watched as Eddie smiled at Chim and, with an easy shrug of his shoulders, replied, "Why not?"

Buck felt as though someone had his lungs caught between their hands, giving a big squeeze.

He stood, the chair scraping loudly enough that everyone looked at him.

"You okay, Buck? You've hardly touched your casserole. I used half spicy sausage just how you like," Bobby asked.

Buck offered him a tight smile. "Yeah, just not hungry. I'm going to go make sure everything is stocked after last shift." He carried his plate to the counter and scraped it before rinsing it off and tucking it into the dishwasher.

"Buck, wait," Eddie said. His chair scraped against the floor. "I can't meet Penny, Chim. I'm... uh..."

Buck had stopped at the top of the stairs, but he wanted to disappear as he watched Eddie fumble.

"You'll have fun," he said. "Maddie's got a mean competitive streak."

Eddie stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head. "But I already have a doubles partner, and if I've got any chance of beating Maddie, I'd better be playing with her equally competitive brother."

"Guys, it's just pickleball. It's not that serious," Chimney said after a short pause, then yelped when Hen smacked him in the arm.

"They're not talking about pickleball," she hissed.

"Eddie," Buck said quietly. He shook his head.

Eddie practically tripped over his chair on his way towards Buck. "It's never been about not wanting them to see you. Everyone should know how lucky I am to be loved by you. I've been afraid of people seeing me. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." He held out his hand.

Buck could feel his pulse racing, could hear little else than it pounding in his ears. But he took Eddie's hand and immediately tugged him close. "I love you."

Eddie wrapped his arms around Buck. "I love you too."

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[fairyniceyeah]

🧭 🐰Please don't care about me, it's okay

Title from DLC (Stray Kids)

Summary: Minho doesn’t feel well all evening and when he gets sick at night he reluctantly asks for help from his Channie-hyung.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Lee Know Caretaker: Bang Chan

Minho had always thought of himself as a reliable hyung. He had a good relationship with all his members. Chan always told him how grateful he was to have his help and his dongsaengs knew to come to him when they needed it. In fact, Chan had told Minho years ago how he felt sad that he often spend so much time at the studios that he missed so many precious, brotherly moments - but he also trusted Minho to deal with everything that didn’t require the leader. They were two sides of a coin, the oldest hyungs.

Since debut it had always fallen to Minho to take care of the younger members when they were sick, not that he ever had minded. It was just the way it was: Minho, the reliable hyung, the cook, the caretaker.

That was why he was so overwhelmed when he started feeling off during cooking dinner that evening. The smell of the meat was making him queasy, any appetite that had built up during the day gone within minutes. Weird.

But what could he do?

Even if Minho had wanted comfort, there was no way to get it. Chan wasn’t home; he, Changbin and Han were still at the studio. Going to the three other maknaes was out of question, he couldn’t burden them with his problems. He could talk to Hyunjin, he supposed, but discarded the idea as soon as he had it. There was no need to worry anybody. Maybe he was just hungry and the nausea would fade as soon as he ate something.

He hoped. There was nothing to do but push through.

“Dinner is ready”, he called and was nearly trampled by the hoard of growing boy storming into the kitchen. Typical. Fleeing any responsibility but there to demolish everything within minutes. Not that Minho would have it any other way.

“If you run me over you can cook something yourself, Jeongin”, he scolded.

“Sorry, hyung”, the younger member apologized with a bashful smile and sat down with less vigour. Hyunjin’s and Felix’ hair were dripping from their respective showers and Seungmin was already in pyjamas. They all looked so soft and young.

Minho felt a betraying jealousy tug at his soul. He would have loved to just take a shower as soon as he was home and not have to cook. He wished to be one of the maknaes sometimes, missing the dynamics of his previous dance groups where he had been the youngest and had been able to go to his hyungs with anything he needed. Now it was unimaginable to just say he wasn’t feeling so good.

Nothing to do but push through.

They gathered around the table and Minho started serving the food, adding equal portions to each plate and setting a big Tupperware container aside to cool down. He could put it in the fridge for hungry 3Racha later, hoping they would come home at an acceptable time for once.

Dinner, as everything Stray Kids did, was loud and chaotic. For once Minho didn’t join in. Seungmin and Felix were arguing over something, he thought, though he wasn’t quite sure why they were doing it in English. Jeongin was busy stuffing his face with meat, hungry after the strenuous day. Hyunjin was on his phone and frequently missing his mouth with his chopsticks.

If he hadn’t been feeling so off, Minho would have teased him about it. Instead he just stared down at his own plate, still mostly full. He really didn’t feel like putting anything in his mouth but he resolved to eat a bit of rice in hopes he would feel better. His stomach ached a bit now and to make everything worse his head had started pounding. He longed for his bed but knew he couldn’t just leave. He picked at his food, his head empty except for whoever tried to attack his brain with a pickaxe.

“Hyung? Minho-hyung?” Seungmin’s loud question pulled him to the present and he looked up. He hadn’t even noticed he had spaced out.

“What?”, he asked, a bit annoyed. Couldn’t a man zoom out in peace? They spend every day together, most of them all twenty-four hours. What could Seungmin possibly want at this very moment?

“Are you alright, hyung?”, Felix asked, ever so sweet. Minho couldn’t even get angry at him, he looked so cute in his pyjamas. The four younger ones exchanged glances that Minho didn’t care for at all.

“Yes, I’m fine”, he snapped. It was sweet that they cared but Minho most certainly didn’t want them to think he needed help. He didn’t want it and he couldn’t afford it. He was the oldest right now, after all.

“Are you sure, hyung?”, Hyunjin asked, placing his chopsticks down and raising one defiant eyebrow at him. Curse that perceptive man. Hopefully he hadn’t picked up on just how awful Minho was starting to feel.

He scowled at the younger. He desperately needed to get them all off his case. No other way than this.

“Hyunjin? How many degrees?”, Minho asked, raising an eyebrow himself.

Hyunjin sighed, looking slightly scared. but repeated the familiar words, a running joke between them. “20 minutes at 180°C, hyung. I’m sorry.”

“That’s right, now eat up. You and a maknae of your choice is on washing up duty”, Minho said. He placed his chopsticks down and used the ensuing argument to dispose his barely touched food into the trash without them noticing.

Minho made his way into his room and collapsed onto his bed fully-clothed. There was definitely nausea churning in his stomach, no hunger involved. His head was starting to really bother him and he simultaneously felt hot and cold. There was no doubt in his mind that he was sick. Tiredness was pulling at his limbs, he felt like falling asleep any second. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, so he wouldn’t accidentally close his eyes and be down.

How was he going to hide this misery from his dongsaengs?

If he went to sleep now his roommates, Hyunjin and Seungmin, would ring the alarm bell immediately. Going to be so early? No, that would be suspicious. Maybe a shower would help him stay awake, he decided. He needed a few minutes to actually make himself get up but he grabbed his pyjamas and stumbled to their shared bathroom. Judging from the sounds coming from the kitchen, Hyunjin had forced Felix into helping him while Jeongin and Seungmin were laughing at them. Minho was very glad they were still distracted.

The hot showered helped relax his tense muscles and the freezing but it didn’t help the nausea in the slightest. In fact, it got even worse and he struggled to quickly wash the shampoo away before he succumbed to the heat. Facing the very real possibility of throwing up in the shower was not on his to-do list for the day.

As soon as he stepped out of the shower, not caring for a towel or clothes, he rushed to open the window to let out some of the steam and in some fresh air. It only helped a little. The oppressive, humid heat was still making his stomach feel really bad. Already he had started sweating again but that was probably no wonder with the fever he was now sure he was sporting.

He trudged back to dry himself off, nearly loosing his balance on the slippery floor. Falling in the bathroom, hitting his head and being found by his dongsaengs was also not on his to-do-list for the day, especially not when he would have to endure the humiliation of being naked.

Minho quickly brushed his teeth and dressed himself before stumbling back to his bed. He had been in the bathroom long enough for Seungmin and Hyunjin to have gone to respective beds. They were all too exhausted to do much after the day they had. The youngest was listening to music while Hyunjin was reading a book. Neither of them commented on his appearance, so Minho sunk under his blankets and put in his headphones. Nothing wrong if he fell asleep listening to music – they all had done that at some point.

🧭

Minho woke up an indeterminable time later. He didn’t even remember hearing the first song in his playlist to the end. Now the headphones were lying next to his pillow, soft music still playing from them. A look at his phone revealed it to be too early to wake up, barely after three in the morning. As drained and sick-feeling as he had been that day he thought he would be able to sleep through the night. What was happening?

Then his stomach churned and he realized why he was awake. Neither the nausea and the headache, nor the fever, seemed to have faded during his sleep. He groaned and sat up, his blanket pooling in his lap.

Sitting up proved to be a bad idea. Without any warning from his body he gagged and to his surprise he couldn’t swallow. Hot sick spewed from his mouth and onto the blanket. Wave after wave of stomach contents came up, and Minho was helpless to stop it. It was hard to breathe and he nearly choked a few times on bigger chunks. Tears trailed down his burning face and dripped down to add to his mess. His stomach hurt, cramping up, as he got sick again.

At least his roommates were still asleep; Seungmin, too, seemed to have fallen asleep with earphones in and Hyunjin was a notoriously deep sleeper.

There was no way he could wake the younger ones, to help him. He was far too embarrassed by the mess he had made and they deserved their sleep. Besides he wasn’t sure how Seungmin would react and Hyunjin would probably not even wake up if he tried. There was nothing to do but power through on his own. Despite his trembling limbs and weak knees, Minho gathered the blanket and got up, nearly falling from the dizziness. Just the smell of his sickness threatened to send up more vomit up his throat and his stomach kept cramping but he managed it. Barely.

The dorm’s hallway was luckily lightened by nightlights after various members had stubbed their toes in the dark. None of them had really done anything about it until Felix had run against the cupboard so hard that he broke his little toe. Chan had bought the first nightlight he had found the moment shops had opened in the morning and so he was greeted by a glowing Hello Kitty.

He stripped the soiled covers off the blanket and stuffed it inside the washing machine in the bathroom, placing the inside on top of the washer to be reassembled later. At least that had stayed clean, it would have been a hassle to clean up.

Now what?

Minho leaned his weary body against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t get back to sleep, the adrenaline still cursing in his veins and besides, he was sure he would be up again within the hour. Nevertheless, spending the night on the cold bathroom floor on his own was really unappealing.

They were eight members but never before had Minho felt so alone.

He wanted his eomma or his cats. Anybody who could provide him comfort, somebody twho was older than him and could take care of him. He didn’t want to suffer alone, surrounded by happily sleeping people. Minho had never considered himself a comfort-needing person but he was tired and unwell and his brain was cooking in his head. A treacherous thought entered his mind.

He could go to Chan.

The leader wouldn’t mind, even encourage it. Chan hated it when members tried to hide illnesses or injuries. But Minho was his oldest dongsaeng, the one he could ask to help keep the younger in check (though Minho would be the first one to admit that he did contribute to chaos often enough). Would Chan be happy to help him or would he prioritise his sleep? He got so little after all and what could he do but just sit around waiting for his needy dongsaeng to be sick again?

Still, Minho wanted his Channie-hyung.

Mind made up and afraid that if he waited any longer he would lose his courage, he made his wobbly way to the leaders’ bedroom. Hopefully Chan was even home and not still at the studio, despite the late (or early?) hour.

But as he carefully opened the door, hesitant to disturb any sleeping member, all three beds were in use. Changbin and, more importantly, Chan were home. The room was faintly illuminated by a nightlight as well, so it was easy to see. Already the bed closest to the door was shaking with movement and a second later Chan sat up, probably having trained himself to wake up to any little sound that could mean a distressed dongsaeng.

Minho couldn’t blame Chan when his eyes widened in shock, taking in the younger boy standing in his doorway in the middle of the night. Surely Chan had expected anybody but him. For a moment both were frozen staring at each other. Well, it was too late to back off now, even if it was Minho’s heart’s desire.

“Minho?”, Chan whispered worriedly, “what’s wrong?”

“I threw up, hyung”, Minho mumbled, staring at his feet. He couldn’t deny that he sounded exactly like a sick child asking his parents for comfort. He didn’t dare look up to see Chan’s expression, not knowing what he would see and scared the leader would be angry at being disturbed.

“Oh”, Chan said, for a moment dumbfounded. Then he swung his legs over the side of his bed and walked to Minho, gently pulling him to the living room so they wouldn’t wake any members.

Chan made him sit down onto the sofa and took a seat next to him, wrapping a hesitant arm around his shoulders. Immediately Minho slumped into his side. He was totally spend from the small walk and tired of being in charge. Even if he regretted it in the moment, right now, he just wanted to be held by his hyung.

“Do I need to clean up or did you make it to the bathroom?”, Chan asked carefully, seemingly a bit out of his depth too, and turned them so he could look at Minho. The younger boy shook his head, refusing to meet Chan’s eyes at the embarrassing question.

“Already put the sheet into the washing machine”, he mumbled.

“Okay, that’s good”, Chan hummed, “what can I do for you, baby? Were you feeling this bad earlier too?”

Minho nearly melted at the nickname, having never heard it used on him – at least not by anybody but his eomma. It was oddly comforting and not as infantilising as he expected it to be. Chan just had that comforting presence.

“I don’t know, I don’t feel good”, Minho whined, hating himself for the tone of voice the very next second. There he was second oldest hyung and still he ran to his leader the second he felt off. “I’m sorry, hyung. I shouldn’t have woken you, you need all the sleep you can get.”

Chan placed a tender hand on his arm and bent down a bit so he could look up at Minho. “No, don’t shut yourself off, Minho-yah. I’m glad you woke me up. Being sick sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Minho sighed, too exhausted to fight any longer against something that he actually wanted.

“Do you still feel like you might need to be sick?”, Chan asked then. Minho shrugged. His stomach didn’t feel good, but it wasn’t churning as badly as it had earlier. There was a dull ache left and his headache and fever were uncomfortable. Now that he was sitting down he mostly just felt tired.

“You’re definitely running a fever but I don’t think it’s high enough for us to worry. Your eyes are pinched, so let me guess: Headache?” When he received a reluctant nod, Chan continued. “How about I fetch a bucket just in case and we stay here on the couch for the night, hm? Do you think you could stomach some medication?”

“You really don’t need to stay, hyung”, Minho whispered, curling up into himself, hugging his knees to his chest, “I can sleep here alone.”

“I want to stay, Minho-yah”, Chan soothed, reaching out to him again, “you are my dongsaeng and I worry for you. That happens when you love people: You want to help them. I don’t mind staying, I want to make sure you are doing okay.”

Tears welled up in Minho’s eyes and with a harsh sob he fell forwards into his leaders arms. Chan immediately caught him and hugged him close. It should be humiliating to be crying this hard, especially in the middle of the night in his hyung’s arms. It didn’t. He just felt safe. Minho’s eyelids started to become heavy and combined with Chan gently rocking them from side to side, he was slowly drifting off.

Minho was barely aware of Chan laying him down and covering him with a blanket. Then Chan left. No. Chan had promised to stay! Minho panicked a bit, blinking his eyes open and searching for his hyung. Why had Chan gone when he said he would not leave Minho alone? He felt pathetic but he was sick. Sue him.

“Channie-hyung?”, he called out, unsure of himself and nearly in tears. Within seconds Chan was kneeling beside him, stroking his hair back.

“I’m here, baby, what’s got you so upset?”

“Why didn’t you stay?”, Minho asked, whimpering softly. Maybe his fever was higher than he had thought.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep, Minho-yah. I wanted to fetch a bucket for you.”

“Oh.” Now he felt stupid.

“Sleep”, Chan whispered, “I’ll be by your side.”

When Minho woke up just forty minutes later to throw up again, Chan sat with him and rubbed comforting circles onto his back. Never once did Chan complain or leave him except to clean the bucket out.

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The next morning Minho woke up late to a neutral stomach and the sun shining through the windows. Chan was asleep on the armchair next to him. He must have made sure that the other members didn’t wake him when they left for the company and Chan had even stayed behind. Never before had Minho felt so grateful for his Channie-hyung.

Maybe, just maybe, asking for help wasn’t so bad.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Masterlist - Stray Kids

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Someone Will See

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: Conversation(s) about homophobia, mentions of sex Word Count: 1,491

It was your third date with Casey, and things couldn't be more perfect. You liked that you could be yourself with her. Your real self. You couldn't believe that no matter what you threw her way, she just seemed to like you more for it.

After dinner, neither of you had wanted to part, but Casey had gotten the sense that you might not be ready to have sex yet. You seemed like a long game kind of girl, and she was willing to put in the time. She didn't want to push you, but she didn't want to let you go for the night either, so she'd guided you both toward the High Line. You followed Casey up the stairs, glancing around.

"Where are we going?" you asked. "The subway?"

"Wow," Casey chuckled. "You really are bad at directions, huh?"

"Um, hello, that's what you're here for," you retorted.

"So I'm just a glorified GPS?"

"Yeah, but your voice is way hotter than Siri's." You smirked.

She shoved you playfully. "You're an idiot."

"Oh, come on, you love it."

She watched you, smiling softly. "I kind of do."

You emerged on the High Line, your path illuminated with soft yellow lights and the glow of the city. The other people on the trail were quiet, too, and you felt above it all, away from the throng. At peace.

"I like this place," you said.

"Me too," Casey agreed. "You gotta love Central Park."

You gaped. "This is part of Central Park!?"

Casey laughed and put an arm around your shoulders. "No. You're just so gullible it's hard to resist."

You huffed, trying to be offended, but really you were just happy to be there with her. Happy to have the warmth of her next to you. Happy to hear her laugh as she teased you. You walked side by side, quiet for a while, listening to the city sounds below you.

When you stopped to look at the skyline, Casey brushed your bangs out of your face, cupped your cheek, and leaned in to kiss you. You barely had time to think before jerking back, shoving Casey's hands down, and glancing around furtively.

"Casey!" you whispered furiously. "Someone might see us!"

Casey looked at you questioningly. "And?"

"Well, is it safe?" you asked, analyzing each person within eyesight.

You were from a small town in the middle of nowhere, so Casey assumed you were just having some big city growing pains. "Yeah, this is a pretty safe part of town. I mean, you should stay aware of your surroundings, you know, street smarts. But we're safe." She smiled at you. Her little country mouse.

"No," you continued, still anxious. "I mean, is this a safe place to be visibly gay? Like..." your voice dropped in volume. "Is someone gonna hurt us or yell at us if they see."

Casey's heart surged. She gently took your hand and led you to a nearby bench, your head swiveling to make sure no one was looking. "No, Y/N," she said, placing her hand on the side of your face and running her thumb along your cheekbone. "It's not like that here. You don't have to worry about that anymore."

You looked away, but lifted your hand to press it against Casey's. You kissed each of her knuckles, then leaned forward and pressed your lips into hers. Normally hungry and passionate, Casey stayed soft and gentle this time, holding your face in her hands, pulling away as soon as you did.

"I'm sorry," you apologized. "I didn't mean to ruin our night."

"You didn't ruin anything," Casey insisted, taking your hand as the two of you stood and continued walking. "I'm sorry. I forget that it's not like this where you grew up."

"It's okay," you said, shuffling your feet and avoiding her eyes. "I'm here now, right?"

"Has anybody ever said anything to you?" Casey asked, then added, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Like, have they said anything homophobic?" you asked. Casey nodded. "Oh, yeah," you scoffed. Casey frowned as you continued. "The first time I got called a lesbo, I was in... fourth grade? I didn't even know what it meant. I had to go home and ask my parents."

"What did they say?" Casey asked, relieved to observe that your body and voice were relaxing again.

"They said it was a bad word, that it meant a girl who wants to marry a girl. They said it was wrong to be one."

"Jesus," Casey breathed. "I thought you said they were cool!?"

"They are now," you said. "They're the best. I couldn't ask for a more supportive family. But they weren't like that until well into my twenties."

Casey was quiet, suddenly feeling very protective of you. She'd come out of the closet when she was twelve and, even then, there wasn't much of a closet to come out of. She simply announced one day at dinner that she liked girls, not boys, and her parents had said, "Good for you, honey," and they'd all moved on. Even at school, most of the other kids thought she was cool and special for being gay. She was confident in her sexuality, confident in who she was. Now she wondered if she'd still be that way if her experience had been more like yours.

You were still listing the times and ways people in your hometown had made you feel unsafe for being gay. "Can't tell you how many times I've been called a dyke. And not in the cool way. I've had people tell me I'm going to hell. Some people tried to exorcise me once. The worst is the looks, though. Like, at a gas station or a coffee shop. They just stare and you can feel the hate. I think those are the most scary because you never know if something you do will make them snap."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Casey said, looking at you in a new light. A little bit of pity, sure, but a lot more pride in you for being yourself.

"It's okay," you shrugged. "Nothing really bad has ever happened."

"It's not okay," Casey huffed. "But I hope you know that if anyone even looks at you sideways, I'll kick their ass."

You laughed and giddily twirled your fingers next to your ear.

"I'm not kidding," Casey insisted, all business. You glanced at her and saw that her brow was furrowed and her cheeks flushed. "I will never let anyone make you feel scared to be yourself. Okay?"

You smiled at her. "You're cute when you're mad."

"I mean it, Y/N!" she exclaimed, stopping abruptly and turning to face you. She lifted your chin to make sure you really looked at her. "It's important to me that you feel safe."

Your heart swelled as you looked at Casey's serious, impassioned face.

"I do feel safe with you," you whispered. You grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her down into a kiss. Not just a quick kiss or a chaste one. A real kiss. You felt Casey's hands, one on your waist and one cradling the back of your head, strong and protective and steady. And you really did feel safe. It was so rare that you felt safe, but you did in this moment. You did with Casey.

You wrapped your arms around Casey's waist and pressed your face into her, breathing her in. She pulled you close and rested her chin on the top of your head—one of her favorite things about your height difference.

"Listen," you mumbled into her chest until she let you up for air. "As much as I love making out in public..."

She laughed and swung your hand in hers as you continued down the High Line.

"Maybe we could, uh, take this party back to your place?" you said, cheeks burning.

Casey screeched to a halt and leaned down to look into your eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah?" you giggled.

"YES!" Casey exclaimed, fist pumping. "Yes!" She danced a bit on her feet, and you couldn't help but laugh. She kissed you quickly and roughly on the mouth, then the cheek, then the tip of your nose. "God, I love you. Let's go." She'd already grabbed your hand and pulled you after her when she realized what she'd said. "I mean..."

"It's okay," you said, squeezing her hand and smiling. "I think I love you too."

She beamed at you. You linked arms and hurried back the way you came, Casey nearly dragging you. "We're really checking off all the stereotypes, huh?" she observed.

You listed them. "Softball. Falling in love too fast. Tall femme, short masc... What else is there?"

"You want to move in?" Casey laughed.

"Slow down, speed racer. At least show me a good time first," you teased.

Casey stopped only long enough to kiss you again, and you could feel the excitement nearly buzzing in her lips.

"Oh, I will," she said. "Now hurry up."

[walkingaroundlostandconfused]

OMFG. MATE. I GENUINELY THINK YOU’VE GOT SOME SUPER FUCKING POWER THAT JUST WRITES OUT SOMETHING THAT JUST FEELS SO RIGHT AND IS SO RIGHT. kind of like deconstructing a dish and being like wow? this was an ingredient in the dish??? it makes so much fucking sense and makes the whole dish taste even better. (haha i think i’m hungry, sorry for this, metaphor ??)

and also, not the shade on the Takemichi Harem xD !! they’d be coming for you for that comment (but you’re not wrong..)

That is nothing but the truth !!!!!!

i don’t know anybody else other than Take who deserves that life though, man’s been through hell and back to secure that future but i dont doubt the fact thatd he do all of that again, if he had to.

I know i’ve mentioned Take’s loss count / losing but really at the end of the day it’s a win-win situation, just a “setback” which is really a step forward to that future, even if it meant getting his face beat to a pulp, beyond recognition sometimes, to different shades of purple and etc. all of that didn’t matter in comparison of a future where all of his closest are happy and alive. There was something much greater out there than a Hanagaki bleeding out in some bumfuck alley, something that he HAD to cement in.

and I admire that so much about him.. sigh. WORLD, I LOVE TAKEMICHI!!!

“ They can't take his eyes off of him. At the same time, they can't show that they care TOO MUCH because that's like weird”

Hahwjwiwjejiwuwjwoejwkenrmrkfic

God they’re so stupid, i adore them. Oohh you want him so bad it makes you look stupid.. Do they even know? smh. It feels like their body just moves on its own when it comes to Takemichi, distancing themselves from Hanagaki won’t work because i know damn well their heart is leading them to the opposite direction / right back to Take. Although i doubt they’d be letting someone like Takemichi out of their grasp, again in some cases.

I’ve got like a special place in my heart reserved just for pathetic Harem. How could the whole world fit in someone so small ?

And I’d be absolutely fucking lying if i said I wasn’t grinning like an idiot while reading your last reply ! You’ve really got me in a chokehold with Harem Takemichi haha.

Ahhhh and i’ve yapped… apologies xd.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

You are coming after my heart. Calm down! (and now i'm hungry too... sigh... better go write another chapter while I'm at it)

BUT BROOOO THOOOO. I am such a sappy romantic at heart, and I LOVE the thought that these guys make all these USELESS promises to themselves. My favorite go-to writing stuff is that these STUPID BOIS with their UNCONTROLLABLE emotions, get JUST enough sense to be like "omg i'm the smart one between us" and then and there, swearing up and down that they would do whatever/whenever if it meant Takemichi's safety and happiness. I have such a long and stupid list of headcannons that have NO basis in reality that for all their stupid vows and cumbersome promises that they made no one but themselves. (I have one where Draken swears on the scar on Takemichi's hand, barely as long as his ring finger and as heavy as his life, something something most definitely platonic)

Idk i personally love the thought that they wear their own scars with pride but when they see what Takemichi carries, they get all quiet, guilty, grumpy, nicer to him. ESP when they get older, like a bunch of feral, abused street cats that warm up and grow old with their stupid but genuinely lovely owner (i have some isekai-slave-harem story somewhere where this plays out in less human-rights-friendly way).

I AM SUCH a SUCKER for ships that have COMPLETELY redefined what's "normal" and acceptable and everyone else is shocked and almost appalled because there is NOTHING normal about that. (I already wrote one with an outside POV but it's NOT ENOUGH. I WANT MORE)

(But I also love love it when they are fully aware. They know, and they still do it. They have lived life without Takemichi, and the pain of living with him is SO MUCH better than without. I NEED it.)

I can NOT stop the stupid. I can only write it and wonder how someone could be so stupid. I often look upon them and wonder if stupidity is infectious. It brings me such great joy. It also deeply concerns me.

These asks have brought out some child-like wonder and joy inside of me. The itch to go and write something gets stronger. I feel like I can't do it justice in this cramped ask-box. I need to write a fic haha. idk what im going to write, but i'm going to be writing soon hehe

[fafomama]

Prove It: Apology Accepted

Summary: Part 2 to Prove It. Tama and OC in the bathroom.

Featuring: Tama Tonga x OC

Warnings/Triggers: Smut, 18+ only, MDNI, language, PIV, cream pie, a little choking, spanking, teasing, unprotected sex

AN: There's a couple of Tongan words in here (hopefully they're accurate) the first means "Sweetheart" and the second is "breathe"

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It had been 12 minutes since Rainy looked at the clock on her phone as she wound her way through the house to the bathroom. 

12 long, agonizing minutes.

Tama was always so prompt.  His time in the military had instilled the importance of being on time.  Time was precious, a rare limited commodity not to be wasted.

Except for when he wanted to make her wait…when he felt like she needed a reminder of who was in control.

Patience was not a virtue Rainy possessed, but she would stand there in that bathroom all night if needed.  She knew he wouldn’t keep her waiting too long, he never did…just long enough to set her on edge, heighten her senses, make her squirm.

At 13 minutes there was a light tap at the door.  Rainy couldn’t even see him, but she knew it was Tama.  The knock quiet but precise.  Two taps, like a double tap to the chest from a 9 mm.  Rainy eased the door open and there he was, head tilted down, dark eyes on her. Watching.  Waiting.  Calculating.  Primal.  And that grin.  That fucking grin.  It screamed ‘run while you can’ but that same grin kept her planted in place with a need she knew only he could fill. Dark. Sexy. Hungry.

“You just let anybody in? Ain’t even ask who was at the door.” He shook his head taking 3 steps inside and closing the door behind him.  “Coulda been anyone, Ofa’anga” Rainy took a small step back, “I…I knew who it was.”

He was on her now, hand gripping her hip, pulling her impossibly close. “And how did you know? What if it was someone else? One of my brothers? A twin? Jake maybe? Coulda been anyone.” Rainy stood silent, barely breathing as his other hand travelled between the valley of her breasts shifting just enough to squeeze the mound of flesh on the left. “Maybe that’s what you wanted. Me to walk in and see another man on you so you could watch me rip their fucking throat out.” His hand was on her neck now, gripping, squeezing, pulling her closer, leaving nothing between them but the space occupied by the fabric of their clothes.

“No,” she breathed out, barely a whisper, “I knew it was you.”

He grinned wider, tongue slipping out to coat his lips before he peppered searing kisses on her neck, “Nah, baby,” his voice like velvet sliding over her, “You didn’t know.  But she did” the hand on her hip was between her legs now, two fingers slipping between her folds, “She always knows when I’m close by.” It was true, his very existence was like a beacon straight to her sex. “She’s my sweet girl. Always getting you out of trouble that your mouth gets you in to. Listen, Baby.  Hear how she’s already apologizing?” The slick sound of his fingers pushing in to her, palm slapping against her clit still sticky with their juices from earlier, echoed through the bathroom.

“Imma need that pretty mouth to catch up.  Say it.”

“I’m…I’m…”

“I’m I’m what?” He was taunting her, teasing her inability to formulate a simple sentence.

Rainy wasn’t aware he’d dropped his pants and freed his cock until he spun her around to face the mirror, shoving her head toward the marble top of the counter, hand fisted in her hair pulling her face up just enough to watch. “Sounds like I’m going to have to fuck the words back in to you.” Rainy pushed her ass back against him, silently begging Tama to put her pussy out of its misery and fill her. He slapped her ass.  Twice. Hard.  Leaving a large handprint on both cheeks that would most likely turn to a bruise. “Uh uh, Baby. Do that shit again and imma drag your ass to the living room and have everyone watch what I do to you.”

Tama slid the tip of his cock against her entrance, laughing low when she sighed and bit her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “Not yet.” Instead of pushing inside her, he slid his length through her soaked folds, the thick tip of his dick rolling over her clit over and over causing her thighs to twitch and jump.  Rainy’s eyes met his in the mirror, a silent pleading, “Please…” was all she could get out. “Nah, Baby. You ain’t earned this dick being inside you yet.”

He pulled his hips back, looking between them where her slick creaminess was clinging to his shaft, coating him.  Tama slid back forward, “Close those fucking legs for me.” Rainy obeyed.  Of course she did.  She couldn’t not do whatever he demanded when he had her dick drunk like she was right now.  Her body always betrayed her and was always running on Tama’s time.  She was merely a vessel…her body was his.  Tama groaned at the friction now, her legs being closed creating an envelope of her folds wrapping around his dick like a pussy cocoon custom made just for him.  “Hear that? She’s begging me to fuck her.” The unmistakable sound of wet friction filled the room as his thrusts sped up and then, with a white knuckle grip on her hip, he was buried inside her with a force that took Rainy’s breath away.

“Fuck, Rainy. You feel that? Feel how she’s gripping me…not letting me go.  She knows who she belongs to.”  The sounds coming from their bodies now was nothing short of vulgar.  Pornographic filth.  And it was fucking beautiful. 

“Imma bust and you better fucking cum with me or I’m starting all over.” Rainy could feel herself clinching around him, her pussy and his dick having a squelching conversation in a language only they could understand.

The guttural scream that left her body when she finally let go and came was unrecognizable, pussy convulsing around Tama’s dick while he continued to thrust, firing his own release inside her, the combination swirling together and oozing out and down both of their thighs. “Manava, Baby.  Breathe.” He had shifted now, calm, comforting, “You did good.  So fucking good.” 

Tama slid two fingers between them, gathering some of their mixed fluids and pushing the digits between her lips, “Taste that? That’s us, Baby. Me and you.” Rainy smiled, drunk and coming down from the euphoria of getting dicked down by her man in his brother’s bathroom.

“I’m sorry.” Rainy looked up at Tama’s reflection in the mirror. “There’s those words.  Apology accepted.  Don’t let it happen again.”  She nodded her head but they both knew it would definitely happen again.  And again.  And again.

[dirtbra1n]

piece toss

hi @aranarumei You'll never guess who your secret santa was for the @ssmygiftexchange. >:) prompts I borrowed from the most were 'sort of "day in the life" [...] that explores a relationship with two characters', the related 'character/relationship study', and the most obvious fateful 'Perhaps something with Sasaki & Hanzawa interacting? They don't talk too much, so it would be cool to see their distant / cordial relationship' kiri please understand I have a lot to say on this. putting a new sign around my neck that reads Please ask me about what I think about sasaki and masato's relationship. and what I think it could be

while I'm cross-posting on ao3, I'm putting the whole thing here too. are you proud of me I'm even putting a title on the post like you would. that's enough preface out of me though. life is really beautiful. thank you @ssmygiftexchange for giving me the chance to do this, the event as a whole has been a real treat to watch unfold!

sasaki, you up off your ass yet?

Mostly life hasn’t changed at all. Overall less of a pain in the ass. Different people to see every day, same people to miss.

wake the hell up man your sisters blowing up my phone

shut up already

Sasaki’s phone starts buzzing. He flips onto his stomach and grumbles, “What?”

“While you’re out being errand boy could you bring over that last CD I lent you?”

“...You’re annoying.” Beep. Sasaki gets up off his ass.

Mostly things are exactly the same. This isn’t a bad thing. Actually, as Sasaki gets older—imagine that—the way things shake out shows him more and more often that he just had to stick it out. Just had to make it out of the woods.

Just had to latch onto something long enough to open his eyes again. He stretches.

His phone has started up again by the time he’s done brushing his teeth. His reflection in the mirror looks hassled.

He huffs discontentedly into the receiver and says nothing else.

“...Sasaki-saaan? You there?”

Sasaki looks down at his phone. He moves to hang up.

“HOLD IT!” Ugawa cries. “Don’t be so cold!”

Sasaki checks the time. “Is it an emergency?”

He can hear Ugawa’s glasses glint. “Wanna come out with us?”

Sasaki hangs up the phone.

—

The twelfth train station passed on his route sees Sasaki Shuumei seeing Sasaki Shuumei, reflected, in his train’s grimy window. He looks bored. His head rolls a little with the momentum.

The thirteenth train station passing on his route sees Sasaki Shuumei seeing Hanzawa Masato mid-yawn through the glass. He looks tired. Sasaki blinks, lead on his eyes coaxing them shut again.

The twenty-first train station passing on his route sees Sasaki Shuumei, cow-licked, walking stiffly, briskly, to catch his transfer.

—

Pretty definitively it was not an emergency. Ugawa and the girls took him on a field trip to a newly opened cafe way out of the way—not that far from the university, so he can’t hold it against anybody, but Ugawa still caught his eye and apologized with his hands pressed together—to try four novel drinks at Ugawa’s behest.

He can admit he had fun. He’s just on his last legs.

The three of them take mercy on him at about two in the afternoon, splitting off to get some shopping done. Ugawa says, “Go get some rest now!” which Sasaki thinks is a little funny somehow, but he exhales relief and a twinge of immediate, cooling melancholy. He stretches again, muscles pulling like taffy. Hungry…

Across the street he sees a big, still-unlit sign for hotpot. Standing before it he sees Hanzawa. Standing around him he sees approximately ten hundred other people. To no one, Sasaki says, “Whoa.”

Sasaki ambles from one side of the street to the other, excusing himself between older ladies sharing a grocery basket. The wafting smell of hotpot pricks at him. Hanzawa says cheerfully to the crowd (a dozen people or so), his back facing Sasaki, “Bye bye!”

He turns back around with a loosened-muscles’ ghost of a sincere smile playing at his lips, in the familiar twinge of melancholy wrinkling his eyes. Sasaki feels like he’s seeing a stage actor just after he’s come off-stage. Hanzawa looks down at his phone and lets out an exaggerated sigh, then looks up and sees Sasaki looking, unassertively, down at him. Hanzawa’s eyes open wide and the hair on top of his head seems to ruffle up. Sasaki, for no particular reason, remembers watching Ponyo for the first time. Right there in front of Sasaki, in that moment, Hanzawa went from somebody Sasaki didn’t really know to… Hanzawa.

It makes him look a lot younger all of a sudden. Sasaki blinks, a little drowsy. “Hanzawa,” he says finally.

Hanzawa glows a little brighter. Sasaki squints the slightest bit. “Hello, Sasaki,” he says. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it! Answer me a question?”

Sasaki says, “Mm?”

“How do you know you’re lost?”

“...How do I know I’m lost?” Sasaki gazes at the bustle over one of Hanzawa’s shoulders, spares a glance at the sign over the other. Yearns again for hotpot for another couple of seconds. His eyebrows drop a little. “Is this a trick question?”

“I would never trick you,” Hanzawa says, his eyes aglow.

Sasaki gazes now, doubtfully, straight over Hanzawa’s head. Lets another few seconds pass him by. His eyebrows pinch, “Are you a little kid?”

Hanzawa folds over, startled by his own eminently familiar laughter. Sasaki doesn’t need to tilt his head too far down to look at him because his hand comes up, wobbling, while he catches his breath. “It wasn’t my fault!” Hanzawa wheezes. “I was being ferried around right in the middle of our party. I lost all sense of direction ages ago.”

…You are a little kid. Sasaki waits for him to regain his footing.

“Hey, Sasaki,” Hanzawa says, straightening up and holding his side, “are you busy?”

The CD in his pocket weighs heavy for a second and a half. “Not really, I guess.”

Hanzawa’s eye smile sends Sasaki back a few years. “Could I hassle you into joining me on a few errands?”

“Sounds like a pain…”

He holds up a finger, “One errand.”

Sasaki lets his head fall back to look up at the sky. He sighs.

—

“Hey, Hanzawa?”

“Yeees?”

“What exactly are you having me do?”

Hanzawa yawns heartily into his elbow and finishes pulling his other leg through the window. “Besides turn a light on?” He yawns again. Washing his hands and considering the scenery beyond their point of entry, he finally continues, “I guess you could send Ogasawara a message telling him we’ll be stealing all of his valuables.”

—

It’s funny that he doesn’t remember opening his eyes; just is what he is where he is. He wasn’t much anything, either, until a second ago when he felt a fwump at the back of his head, and then he was groaning and then he was reaching to yank Ogasawara’s leg off from the knee and then he had one heavy hand on Hanzawa’s ankle. “Oh.” says Sasaki. “I forgot.”

Hanzawa blinks at him, then yawns. Then, woken up, faces the back of the couch and lets slip half a laugh before it occurs to him to raise a hand and say, “Sorry…”

Sasaki turns back around. “Did we leave the TV on?” A high-budget commercial silently advertises the revival of some reality show. He squints at it a second longer before pulling himself to his feet.

“I suppose we did. Unless he turned it on himself?”

“He would’ve pissed himself seeing us here before he ever got to the remote.”

Hanzawa coughs loose that second half. He asks, “The time?”

Another reluctant glance at the TV screen. Oops, “Six-fourteen.”

Hanzawa rubs his nose and murmurs, “Oops.” He adds, “Though I guess we could have guessed by looking outside.” The window is a canvas painted over with oils. That streetlamp beyond it has always made a racket but in this dark it rattles under Sasaki’s skin and stays there, buzzing. A few moths orbit helplessly around it but the two of them are otherwise pretty much on their own.

Looking at it another way, Sasaki is pretty much on his own. Hanzawa swings his feet off of the couch and onto the floor, standing with a few disjointed pops and cracks. 

Ouch. Sasaki turns back towards the window. “Well,” he says to the moths outside, “I guess I don’t have anything to be doing tomorrow.”

“You’re not meeting anyone?” Hanzawa floats to join him at his right. The way he asks is pointed.

Sasaki doesn’t really turn to face him about it, either way. “Didn’t have anything planned.” He sighs a little. “You kinda wore me out today anyway.”

Hanzawa laughs, “It was fun though.” He pauses; Sasaki sees him turn his head. “Right?”

The buzzing scratches at his throat. Before he can reply Hanzawa moves on to ask, “Have you ever played chess, Sasaki?”

“...Mm?”

“I saw a chessboard at the market earlier and I keep thinking about it.”

Nothing is keeping you here. Keep going?

“Think my older sister keeps our old shogi board somewhere. Been a long time since I saw it last.”

Hanzawa hums thoughtfully. Sasaki can halfway see him holding his chin. “Were you any good at it?”

“Not really.”

Laughter. He collects himself to ask, “Were you bad or was she just better?”

Keep going? “Dunno. I don’t think I ever thought very hard about my next move.”

Hanzawa hums some more. Sasaki turns his head the slightest bit to see Hanzawa’s slowly swaying. A second longer shows him his shut eyes. “Did you ever regret a move right after making it?”

You don’t even remember where the pieces go. Keep going? “...Probably.” The lamp outside wavers for a second. The moths return to their pursuit with heightened fervor. Keep going? The old dog a few houses away barks to remember he’s still kicking. Keep going? Sasaki inclines his head enough to glance at him directly. “Did you?”

Sasaki watches him shift his weight from one foot to the other. His mouth opens.

The lights come on. The both of them turn blearily to watch Ogasawara Jirou catch his breath in the doorway. Whatever double-meaning thing Hanzawa was going to say melts into an astonishingly natural-sounding, “Welcome home!”

He’s met with a suspicious look. Sasaki, outside of whatever that is, stares blankly at him. “What are you doing here?” Ogasawara asks.

Sasaki looks down at Hanzawa, who replies, “Sasaki was returning a CD.”

Sasaki looks back at Ogasawara, who frowns. He clarifies, “What are you doing here?” Sasaki watches him realize how pointless a question it is. He redirects: “How’d you even get inside?” He and Hanzawa point at the window. Ogasawara throws his shoes down next to Sasaki’s and trudges miserably to the couch. He lies down. He buries his face in his hands.

Keep going? “I think I’ve had enough of today now,” Sasaki says plainly.

Ogasawara whines, “Sasaki…”

Sasaki doesn’t hear him, so he puts his shoes back on. Hanzawa volunteers to walk with him to the station.

They don’t make it as far as the station.

The weekend crowd beyond the neighborhood is loud, rowdy, and dense. The train station, a beacon in the bustle, seems like it would be a massive pain in the ass to reach. Sasaki gives up. He turns pliantly towards Hanzawa, awaiting their next destination. Hanzawa smiles at him. “I’m dead tired,” he says.

Sasaki pulls his eyes open. “...You’re tired?”

Hanzawa tilts his head. “...Hm?”

“Never mind. What now?”

Hanzawa’s hand returns to his chin while he thinks. “I figure Ogasawara would let you back in. You should go keep him company.”

Sasaki glances over his shoulder, back at the mouth of the neighborhood. He can basically hear Ogasawara’s cries already. “Mm. What’re you gonna do?”

Instead of answering, Hanzawa takes a few rhythmic steps towards the shifting crowd, head swaying along to the ending refrain of the music floating out of the nearest convenience store. He calls, up and away more than at him, “Bye, Sasaki! I had fun today.”

Sasaki watches him shake off the familiarity he’d put on. Another three steps to the rhythm like he’s dancing; Sasaki gets a feeling like he’s watching him through a restaurant fish tank. It feels kinda bad. His eyebrows pinch together. “...I’ll see you later, Hanzawa.”

In the time it takes Sasaki to blink one time, Hanzawa does an about-face to stare back at him. He’s making that glowy face again. Sasaki squints, then concedes.

By the time Sasaki opens his eyes again, Hanzawa is nowhere to be seen.

—

“It was a long day today…”

Sasaki shoves at him with his feet to make more room, squints at him dubiously, “...What had you busy?”

Ogasawara scrubs his hand over his face. “Long story. Did Hanzawa get you, too?”

Sasaki forces his eyes open again, “What do you mean, ‘too’?”

Ogasawara’s voice is gravelly. “Nothing.”

Sasaki forces his eyes open again. “...Does it have something to do with your girlfriend?”

Ogasawara says something woeful about infidelity yaoi.

Sasaki forces his eyes open again, says something he distantly recognizes as nonsense.

“Hey, Sasaki?”

Mmm?

“Just sleep.”

[caskalomidze]

underneath the lomidze house

who: @viktorialomidze

1962

It's dark.

You lose your concept of time when it's dark. You lose energy, too, but a vampire doesn't lose energy like a person does. Your body burns through whatever blood you've got left, first, and like anybody, it tries to conserve it. First its dry mouth. Then its that feeling of pounding in your head. You get dizzy. You see things, hear things. Çaska hears her mother yelling at her for being so clumsy, hears her father calling her useless.

They can't be here, because she's in a heavy box of wood and steel.

Where a normal person would go unconscious, fall asleep and, ultimately, die, the vampire continues on. If anybody hears outside of this tiny, cramped prison, they don't come to save her. It's days and days of headache and nausea and then, then when the blood begins to truly run dry, the worst of it starts. Like sandpaper in her veins, even moving enough to find comfort becomes impossibly anguishing. Calling out quiets and stops because to cry out is like breathing a cloud of razors. It gets worse. Skin tightens, stiffens, and soon moving at all is inconceivable for the pain it brings. And you've only been here for a few months.

Eventually, all you can do is let torpor take you. Çaska does, somewhere around the three year mark, she just can't fight it anymore. The dark takes her back to fields of flowers behind their home, wreathing them together into a crown - the first of three. One for Svetlana, one for Viktoria, and one for her. Her father finds her though, boxes her ears, tears the little handycraft jewelry from her hand and grips her by her dark hair. He's never cruel, only stern, only forceful. He doesn't want this for her, he wants her to earn her place here, to be right. To stop confusing want and need.

She remembers Viktoria finding her, forlorn in the woods, with a chain of small foul to bring in, and putting a new little crown on her head. Viktoria could always make her stop crying.

Once upon a time, so could Svetlana, but all she can dream about in the dark is Lana's furious hands pulling her head around the wrong way for the second time. The dream turns to a nightmare then. Svetlana won't listen to her apologies.

And so it goes, for who knows how long?

2025

Despite the darkness though, her eyes still burn when they open. There's something in her mouth, and then she tastes it, blood. The desiccated corpse remains still for a while, but when it does stir, when the false breath sounds a dry, hoarse grown and slowly flushing fingers grasp at the edges of an open casket she looks at the IV running from the bag to a needle in her throat and she rips the tubing free, grabbing at the bag and falling to the floor, forcing more of the blood now into her mouth instead, hungry groans filling the little basement chamber for a few moments before she notices she isn't alone.

Lips reddened by careless hunger, she has a stupefied look on her face as the dazed expression turns from one of shocked surprise to familiar glee, blood spilling from lip to chin to the floor. "Viktoria."