#yeah she's baaaack

[tonycries]

FEVERRR?!

Synopsis. Oh no! Getting hit with a séx technique gave him a fever - babyféver.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx cursed technique (he’s affected), PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, bréeding, cúmplay, matíng presses, clan leader!Gojo, ínnapropríate use of jujutsu, manhandIing, marathons, maIe squírting, overstím, dúmbifícation, best friend!Choso, proposals, marking, phéromones, HÉATS, true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s second mouth, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Skibidi alpha Tony is baaaack (and ovuIating.)

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - No running!

That pesky, low-grade curse he happened to encounter on a gig today? Tch, Toji Fushiguro didn’t even break a sweat before finishing it off. Didn’t even flinch at its weak cursed technique, didn’t- didn’t even…

-didn’t even make it to your bedroom.

“You’re lucky.” A pained wheeze spits from Toji’s clenched canines as soon as his hips bully your own into the soft carpet of your doorway. And his clammy core sticks feverishly against your back - burning hot, desperate. He’s inhaling your honeyed fragrance and stuttering- “Y-you’re lucky you’re lucky you’re lucky I didn’t- oh.”

Your husband jolts once he’s catching the hazy sight of you mindlessly crawling away, a rugged snicker leaving him as he claws a massive palm on top of your scalp to draaaag you right back down.

Slurp! goes the way his round, cherry-red circumference circles your sloppy entrance, and you’re whining over your shoulder. “T-Toooji–! What’s gotten into you t-today?”

“Y-you’re about to find out, ma.”

“What do you…” 

That question on the tip of your dampened tongue didn’t even have a chance to formulate, before you’re gathering up every ounce of strength in your body to meet Toji’s jaded stare and- oh.

Oh, it hits you.

You were fucked. 

Oh-so-very vulgarly fucked, he’s ramming his painfully aching length just mere sultry inches past your saturated folds and it’s enough to leave you dizzy. The swollen spheroid of his crownhead scraping your walls rawly open, Toji’s shivering above you.

Sharp jaw bitten at the tight resistance of your elastic hole. Sounding fucked out of his mind– “Feel that?” You’re gasping when one of his palms travel halfway down your tummy, searching for that familiar nudge of his stout cockhead. “Yeah- feel me all inside? You’re luck- ngh- you’re lucky. Sooooo fucking lucky-” 

Was…you could feel your slobbering pussylips grow ever-wetter, glossing out a slick coating that glues to his sagging hilt in a ring. Was the Toji Fushiguro pussydrunk right now? Already? 

With the calloused ends of his fat digits clasping ‘round your throat, he’s reeling you to him like some cute toy. Drinking in your every piping shrill, kissing, gnawing- “L-lucky I didn’t catch ya right then and there, doll.”

And maybe Toji was just so big that it rendered you stupid.

Because with your spine bowed up against the ridges of his abs, you’re huffing n’ puffing with every glissade of his beefed-up muscles. “Wh-why–?”

“Why? Why?” His baritone comes out broken, octaves higher. He slouches over to breathe in a heavy gulp of your sweetened scent and almost sobs in disbelief, “‘Why’ m-my wife asks- why-” And before you know it, Toji’s holding tightly onto your cute throat n’ siiiinking his fat shaft deeper inside. Shoving and shoving his toned v-line into you with every snug resistance from your cunt, “Ohhh fuck- fuck! I can’t even- you don’t even know- because m’gonna break ya, doll.”

“Gonna break- ngh- gonna– fuuuck, why are you so big?” You’re so fucking full that you can feel his steaming dollops of pre fill you up to your lungs, damn near splitting you in half. 

Grinning savagely, “N’ yet she’s still begging for more. She wants me- needs me-” With a coo, Toji hikes up one of his meaty thighs to plant down on your sweaty skull and make you arch. “-and I thought I’d die without this p-pretty pussy.”

“Hck! Inside- w-want every inch, Toji–” The wooden floorboards underneath creakily sing with every rummaging drill. 

He was fucking you like a madman. “That damn curse- fuck, wanted to fuck you right there. Right in public- right in front of e-everyone.” Truly, he was burning every nanosecond he wasn’t jackhammering you silly. 

That cursed technique working overtime to make him tense his front and slap sloppily into the mounds of your ass. Over and over in jagged, animalistic ruts just trying to fit himself in. 

More more more more - and yet, it still wasn’t enough.

“Take it all- gonna break-” The rotund curve of his left thumb roams down, curling past your soppy crevice to smear open your droopy folds. Wiiidely agape to push his squelching cock further, the snagging stretch felt feral. “-gonna break me.”

A fat line of saliva escapes from one end of Toji’s unfastened maw once you clench, dripping down to target your leaking hole with a loud splat! splat! splat! The impact so sudden and scalding hot that it has you flinching-

“O-oi–” And has Toji immediately digging the fringes of his fingerpads deeper upon either side of your throat and tugging- you weren’t even creeping away this time, and yet he was letting off a pained grunt as if you were. 

Couldn’t even bear the mere thought-

“No no no no no, don’t run-” He’s gritting his teeth, precisely skidding his vein-decorated length until Toji’s pointed mushroom smooches your most sensitive spot. A direct strike, “Don’t run from me, mama. You have nowhere to run tonight.” 

Finally, finally bottoming out. 

BANG!

Toji’s palm comes slamming down on the space of floor right beside your head, hard enough that the entire floor shudders. Just as much as he was. 

“Fuck- fuck.” He sounded so fucked-out that it made your own ears ring. Long, raven lashes shuttering, cheekbones flushing, scarred mouth falling into an oh! at the feeling of your hot cunt.

“O-oh my god…fuuuck Toji–!” You’re sobbing at the taut stretch of your poor walls, bruising with the slip n’ slide of his rock-hard length. Toji’s cock was probin’ in so deep that you’re counting every lecherous ba-dump! of his racing pulse down under. 

A few black tendrils of his happy trail rub on your ass cheeks as he’s tugging you closer, furiously blinking his hooded eyelids to clear his vision. 

“M’gonna…” And just as soon as the words are forming on his tongue- they’re falling flat. 

Because Toji’s only just raising his white-knuckled hand from the sizzling carpet to find that he’d left a smashed crater in the shape of his hand. 

Strength so overwhelming, powers so out of control - he didn’t know whether it was the technique or you that had him so…ruined. 

“H-heh.” He barks out a hoarse breath of shocked laughter, that very same heated palm drifting down to cup your bulging pussy. Stretched and stretched and stretched around his barreling size–

You can only squirm at the way his touch is so unintentionally hot, almost simmering out the branding of his handprint. Dangerous. 

One hand massaging your tearful cunt, the other letting go of your craned neck to pat that outline he was fucking into your tummy with every- single- slam. The shape of his glazed tip creamin’ into your insides, Toji coos. “M’gonna haaaa fill this cute bulge up with Megs’ new younger sister, ma.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Big big BIG

“You- you know I respect you- right, my love?” Nanami’s seething out with a sharp bite of his handsome jaw, nostrils flaring at that saccharine scent you were giving off. “Right?”

Slowly, you nod– vision blurred with the glassy film of your own stimulated tears. 

What? What happened to make your dear, gentle Nanami Kento so…feral. 

Only for your husband to spank down a hold on the curve of waist and draaaag you bodily down the silken sheets- “Because- because m’gonna fuck you right now. Hard. Fast. Disrespectful.” 

Oh. 

Nanami wasn’t just big - he was teeth-clenchingly, mind-numbingly big. So wide n’ swollen that just a brush of his pretty pink tip against your mushy walls left you ruined from the inside out, whining. 

And right now he was bigger. 

“Ken–” Your brows furrow adorably tight, and you’re swearing that that made your husband grow even fatter. Prolonging a few sultry inches that made your toes curl all the way, “-Ken y-you’re so…”

“S’biiig, huh?” He’s softly swabbing away that thin trickle of drool decorating the side of your lips. Free hand loosening that satin yellow tie of his that he didn’t even bother taking off - couldn’t. “Keep those- hah! legs open, s’alright-”

And every breathy word comes out in a murked pant - heaving, desperate. Gasp after hot gasp departing from his stern mouth every time Nanami’s squelching his girth inside, he spits wetly down your slit. 

“See?” Thumbing inside that translucent splatters, “You- you can take this, then you can take this, my wife. You can- haaaah you hafta. Let me- let me.”

“Oh, p-pleeease!” You’re squealing as he laces an overlarge palm on top of your sweat-matted crown and pushes you onto his throbbing, aching length. Ogling away at the beefy flex of his biceps as he does-

The intensity of your gaze makes him jolt. Body shocked, heat burning- his carnal fingertips itching to squeeze your puckered pussylips together, “C’mon-” Tighter, cock pulsing fatter. “C’mon.” Tighter. 

Just to watch the way your moans pitch higher, face polished with a wave of fucked-out drool - your husband was so mean.

“Hafta fill you up.” His scorching pants make your forehead humid with perspiration. Words sharp, narrowed down where his mushroom tip was slimily mazing inside of you, “Hafta make her f-full, hafta ngh- breed this cute lil’ cunt right here.”

He’s never been this…depraved. 

Never been this vulgar, never this impatient as he keeps clinging onto the nub of your clit with his ring finger, making you yelp at the chilling touch. And you had half the mind to wonder what the hell happened on his mission today.

“What happened? What- ngh! I’ll tell you wh-what happened, my love.”

Shit- were you talking out loud?

His bludgeoning thrusts were so rawly good that it had you stupid, your pupils circling your eyes in a way that was almost silly. “Wh-what…”

“S’a curse- a technique- a- fuck! I don’t even know.” Something stupid when he was rushing to get home to you. And something even more deprived cracks at the back of Nanami’s dry throat, syllables slurring together in a way you’ve never heard your eloquent husband do before. 

“Just wanna fuh-fuck you, darlin’.” Soft, plump lips graze yours tenderly, and he’s drinking in your sweetened scent. The taste of it enough that he ruts - without even knowing. “Want- no, need it. S’like this pretty pussy’s hck! holding me hostage. Gonna die without her.”

He needed you. He needed you. 

The very moment that Nanami finds himself sheathed all the way to those curls of tawny gold lining down his washboard abs - filling you up so much you could barely motion your lungs to breathe - he’s gone. Gone. 

And he was fucking you straight into the mattress, until you felt like you were on the very verge of being swallowed up by the creaking bedsprings. Until you felt like you were going insane-

Bottomed out yet pushing and pushing and pushing.

Your trembling fingers latch ‘round Nanami’s dangling tie for dear life, and it only makes the sculptured man above you grin. “Yeah- yeah that’s it–” One of his roughened free hands clasp over your own and let you puuuull and tug to your lecherous heart’s content, “-roughen me up.”

He wanted to be strung around, he wanted you to scrape your nails all over his muscles every time his deeply scouring cock was hitting your innards. 

“Oh- my god, Kento–!” Comes out your answering whine as he slouches his sturdy weight on top of you until you’re press-press-pressed down with his core. Heels of your feet snagging on the bindings of his thigh suspenders, “Please- please please m’so close.”

Harder. Faster. 

Gazing down at where you were slobbering in great heaving dollops with such greed, Nanami was so needy that you see him drool in thin slivers. 

He didn’t even realize. 

“S-such pretty birthing hips. We’re gonna have s-such gorgeous kids.” He almost whimpers - whimpers out - blond strands sticking in an uncharacteristically unruly manner to his forehead. Nanami plants yet another sweet mass of spit on your sensitive cunt until it had you squirming, “That- yeah like that- c-can you spell my name, darling?”

And he wasn’t just asking - he was manhandling you into it with a few thorough pushes of his toned thighs. Shaking. Unsteady. 

Nanami’s breath catches in his breath once your gyratin’ hips manage to move in something that resembled a slurping K-E-N-T-O - giving extra care to let his vein patterns massage your sweet spots on that last ‘O’.

“O-oh, Ken–” Your hips keep repeatedly bucking and he finds it so hypnotizing, “-m’close- m’gonna- fuck fuck fuck m’gonna…”

K-E-N-T-O

One set of thick fingers rolling on your clit, the other pushing those fogged-up glasses further up his blushing face. 

“Fuck-” Curved mound of his breeder balls kissing your cunt over and over, stinging. Something in him twitches as he feels your fleshy walls squeeze n’ clench n’ cum. “Fuuuck k-keep doing that and m’gonna…make a mess. M’gonna-”

The wave of your high only punctures with one of your shrilling moans as Nanami’s tunneling shaft gives an animalistic twitch. You’re hauling him by the tie to crash your lips into his, open-mouthed and raw. “P-please Ken…inside…?”

Barely even coherent over your euphoria and it still manages to shock him to his very core like a zillion volts. 

And maybe he’s cumming - maybe he’s cumming twice- but fuck. He doesn’t even know right now, doesn’t even feel anything other than the clingy splatter of something wet and oozing out of his geysering tip - and the cold, cold taste of your wedding ring. 

Being brought up to his snarling mouth so that he can bite down– “-m’gonna p-put another one of hck! these on you, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “S-sweet…”

That soft gasping whine tumbles out of Geto’s pretty lips like he didn’t even mean it to - like he didn’t even fucking realize until it was too late. 

And your tearful eyes are cracking wider just a smidge, a sweltering hot gasp sprinting from your mouth and straight towards his tender shaft. Where your leader was ravenously fisting his reddened length in front of your face - rapid, sloppy tugs while he straddled your head.

Practically goading that pearl-sheened droplet of precum to splatter down onto your face, “Sweet.” His nostrils flare as he’s gulping in your scent even further, and now that he’d started he couldn’t stop.

That all-new cursed technique the sorcerers used on him was driving him mad, dolloping out a stringy wad of sap that leaks from the strawberry-pink orifice homed at his very tip. Down, down, down to glue your puckered lips together, “You’re so sweet.” Spank goes the ringing impact of his vein-covered length slapping your cheek, until you feel every winding pattern. Gasping, “Why? Why the fuck are you so sweet?”

Agonizing, he was genuinely asking.

Spank spank spank- 

Geto’s slender fingers fly up n’ down from the raven curls at his pelvis to thumb his curvaceous cockhead, “Gonna- gonna be the death of me.” His thick, milky thighs shiver where he hovers over your face, dark brows furrowed. “-gonna ruin me. Gonna fuck- fuuuck–”

Your tongue flops out readily as a few speckles of pale white ooze out onto your face, spittle overflowing at the way it was so hot you could almost see steam.

And it wasn’t enough that you’re making him cum like this - your glittery pussy just looks so delectable that Geto Suguru feels like he could die if he doesn’t shuffle himself down your body and plug you full right this very second.

So that’s exactly what he does. 

Fast enough that your stupidly muddled brain wonders whether your boyfriend had teleported, because in a split-second he’s thwacking his ruby-red tip between the leaky crevice of your pussy and cumming.

In ropey, white mases that cobweb your entrance- Geto’s spit-stringed maw falls open at the way your glistening hole quivers greedily. “God, you love it like this, huh?” He seethes, canines drawn in a snarl. “You love it. Sucking me up like that- ya have noooo idea what you do t’me, huh?”

“J-jus’ want you so bad, Suguru–” You’re whining out, the caps of your knees hitting your tits once you’re being folded like a lawnchair underneath him. 

“Fucking slut.” Trying for his usual predatory leer but he sounds feral, gone. Sounding off the most primal slurp as he coats his achin’ tip with the lustre of slick dripping down your boneless thighs, Geto leans over until you could practically taste his expensive cologne. “S’worse than that t-technique. You…you like it like this, huh?”

And the ‘yes yes yes’ is just starting to formulate on your tongue before he’s smushing your cheeks together with his left hand - and barreling his fat, rock-hard cock into your sobbing cunt with the right.

Inch after inch.

So big that just the first creeped-in plop! of his ridged tip scours your gooey wet spots and leaves you keening. His rotund tip stout and wiiide enough that your mouth falls into the same agape oh!

It wasn’t enough - just getting himself off would never be enough. He needed you you you–

“S’that it? S’that what you want?” Geto’s grouching sounds just as merciless as his pace was starting up, flexible hips swirlin’ aaaaching drags of his heavy cock against every nook and cranny of your pussy. “Ta ruin me? Huh–?” And his eyes blow wide, shuddering thighs coming to press up against yours, he grins. “Well- you’ve got me ruined. Fuuuuck you’ve got me ruined.”

“N-nghhh– Sugu- s-so deep.” You cry out once his cherry-red tip swabs your cervix in a prolonged line, your sanity fraying at the edges with each rummaging push. 

“Shit- you like being fuh-fucked like this.” Pounding every wiry sput of ivory into you so hard that you can feel it swirl inside of you and make such a mess. It wasn’t lost on his cottony brain how that only made you even wetter, prattling. “Like this- all- all sloppy.”

“Yes- yes yes yes, want it- want it all.”

And your ruthless leader doesn’t know whether it’s that damn technique or simply you that makes his heart race so rapidly. 

Giving your cushy walls yet another slam, “Oh yeah? Ya like it when I make this ngh- cute cunt all sloppy? Then you better not w-waste a single drop.”

You’re mewling at the probing feeling of his slender fingertips pushing apart your claggy folds to treat your pulsating clit like a button. Tugging and toying. “D-did you just stutter?”

“Shut up.” And for all your mouthiness, it earns you the biggest slap of Geto’s split-ended head bruising your g-spot. So hard that he was almost a magenta purple at the drooling tippy-top, “Shut up shut up shut up-” 

His soothing bass cracks, his hips shudder. Your calves almost ache where he’s manhandling you easily into a mating press, “N’ take it- t-take it- Hck! gonna be all full with me…full with my kids.”

Plural - and that is almost enough to make you babble out nonsense all over again.

“Fuh-fuuuuck– Sugu–”

Geto’s hazed amethyst eyes falter shut as he buries his face to your throat and draaaags in a deep inhale of your honey-dipped pheromones. So sweet. “H-heh- maybe that’ll stop all that backtalk- huh, gorgeous?” 

The curvy lines of his veins slip across your walls as he drills into you oh-so-relentlessly, and the only response you can give are a few gurgling gasps of his name. 

He was insatiable - nothing like himself.

“Yeah? Oh yeah?” Something in his voice hatches primally, and Geto leans over almost mockingly. Harder. Plump, pink lips curling with every squelch! your stretched-out walls sing, “Tell her ta s-stop drooling n’ talk to me straight-”

“B-but I am-”

“I meant her.” Cutting you off, you can feel your ears pop with the sheer pressure of him ravaging your tender insides. The mound of his crownhead pushes into your cervix and you whine– “Shh- she’s talking-” 

Fuck, he wasn’t even talking to you. So fucked-out that you wondered whether he even realized. 

“She’s talking- telling me that she wants it- ohhh she wants me ta fill you up e-even more-” He has the audacity to giggle - giggle - out something octaves higher and maddened, “-ta breed you, my p-pretty cumdump. To make you all full and round and- and full. Full of my daughter, gorgeous.”

Only dabbing the hand at your clit upwards to sliiide along your ajar maw, gathering a few gumdrops of creamy cum that had decided to slip free earlier— he glosses over your lips and makes you let off the loudest wet noise yet. 

Your lashes grow heavy with tears of sensitivity as that very same sensory pad sneaks down to your swollen folds, gliiiding it all over in a lustrous coating. Thick and hot. 

“H-heh.” 

His parched Adam’s apple bobs at the treacly wet glazes decorating both pairs of your lips, looking so unfairly pretty. All dark strands of black sticking to his clammy forehead, dimples displayed, blush devastating. “Almost looks better on her.” Half-opened eyes narrowed down at your soppy pussy, now all glittery and moistened. Geto growls, “Gonna hafta give her a second helping ta make sure, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Got milk?!

“B-baby-” Choso’s puffy, ruby-red lips flap wildly as your hips swerve gently arooound his aching hot cock. That swollen mushroom tip of his stirring your goopy insides in a snug heart until you didn’t know whether you were more fucked or he was. “Baby- hck! baby.”

“Yeeees, Cho?” You’re cooing downwards, planting a sweet, sweet kiss that leaves your poor best friend blushing. 

He was just plain cute even after a mishap with his own cursed technique - one that left his curse-like powers out of control and him…in heat. Thankfully you knew how to help. 

Whining breathily as he gnaws on your lower lip like candied gum, “N-no…”

You watch on with your head tilted prettily as he lowers his chestnut gaze shyly, a silvery line of sweat roaming somewhere down his temple. “I-I meant-” Choso’s stuttering out needily, the blushing curve of his shaft pounding oh-so-rapidly inside of you, pulse racing. He’s creeping a hand up the sides of your hips - your womb. “-I w-want a baby, baby.”

Every second that you’re stilling in slight shock felt like agony to him, every soft clench you’re instinctively smooching over his rummaging circumference was heaven.

And Choso was damn near letting his heavy lids burst with a waterfall of desperate tears before you blink your lashes in such a sensual way– 

“Awww, Choso–” Leaning over his toned pectorals until your honeyed scent overwhelms him and makes him throb. You pat the sexy incubus-looking inking that’d burned over his curly brown happy trail, “-of course you c-”

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence - doesn’t have the patience to.

Not even the fucking sanity to do anything but clamp down his honed, animalistic canines into the crook of your neck and cum. Just from those words shrilling out of your mouth– he’s wafting out guttural grunts upon grunts into your heated flesh with every splat! of creamy seed covering your insides.

“I-I’ll take ngh- care of it.” You’re making out his scratchy words, “I’ll take care I’ll— oh.” The plump pads of his fingers smear a wet wipe down your leaking slit, scooping up oodles of cum. “I’ll take take of you- take care of our daughter take- take–”

Shit, you looked so sinful with your pretty pussy drooling down on him this way.

Spraying out a shiny sheen of glossy white that dripped down either side of his slender hips, your greedy entrance gulping up every wiry web of seed he was pouring inside you. 

“Need to fuck you- gonna fuck you. Feels like m’fucking burning up if I don’t…” Overtaking him - overtaking his pace.

You’re squealing at the splosh of wetness pooled inside your walls, “P-please, baby.” Head throwing back stupidly once the fat of his thumb slithers to stuff your hole with so many copious wads of sap. “W-want more-”

“D-don’t say that.” A hefty digit finds itself stuffed inside your slackened mouth, and you can’t help but slurp up the caramel salted taste of Choso’s cum right off of him. “-s’not good t-to talk out of your cute c- oh…”

And he’s so ready for you to squirm your body even closer and spit that ivory frosting back over into his mouth, striking his pinkish tastebuds with a resounding splatter. And he swallows. His eyes rolling all the way backwards until you could only see pure white- humming, “But I want more, Cho. Inside.”

“M-more.” Choso gazes up at you - blank-faced, mouth agape. Gone. Shaking his head, gasping to free himself from this cursed technique, “Really- really want more.”

Nodding, “Mor- mmpf–!”

Choso’s slouching over right in half - he couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t want anything but more. In an instant, all the murked air inside your lungs is being squeezed out once Choso sits up on the silken mattress and hugs his strong arms ‘round your body.

Face pushing into your neck, breath scorching your skin. “More- more.” A high-pitched - almost crazed - sort of laughter departs from his adhesive-like lips, “She wants more- my-” Groooaning at the sultry smooch of his weepy orifice accurately into your cervix, “-my baby wants more fuuuck–!”

Mouth watering with a syrupy wave of spittle at your fragrance, so sweet that he could almost taste it. With a creak! of your aged bedcoils, he’s pounding up into you-

Hard. Fast.

Every gyrating motion massaging his tense core all over your front n’ sweaty inner thighs, “Milking me- milking me- ohh, my baby can f-feel all of it, huh?” 

“I can- hngh! C-can…” Your arms throw over Choso’s broad shoulders as you hold on for dear life. He was just so veiny that every whack! whack! whack! of his bludgeoning crown left your dangling knees weak.

Curtained by silky bangs, glassy eyes of his catch yours, “You can- y-you can, h-huh? Feel every inch, every v-vein-” Almost as if he himself couldn’t believe it, Choso’s trekking over one of his splayed palms to feel for where he’s rummaging your insides and hisses. Sharp tattoos on his nosebridge crinkling, “-every push-” His puffily veined shaft slips over your g-spot with a delicate sluuuuurp, “-right here?”

“Oh- ohhhh fuck! I can–”

“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah- feel it. Feel me.” Now slobbering like a damn dog with every cloudy puff of your pheromones, he can feel the heat overtaking him and making his glistening tip swell. “Gonna fuh-fucking die before I don’t fill ya up-”

It was almost hard to remember that this was your best friend. You’re thumbing away one of the pearly translucent tears that slip down his burning cheeks, “Then you better not hah! miss.”

So looong that every rugged thrust reaches your deepest, tenderest insides; spearheading your poor pussy until you felt your folds rub raw. And the sloppier his cadence gets, the more rapidly your hazed irises are circlin’ your eyes dizzily. 

Choso’s sweet lips glue to each other with a lustre of spit and wobbles, a furious blush overtaking his features from the tips of his ears to down under. “N-ngh!”

And it’s all that he has to say- all that he can breathe before Choso’s not just cumming for the second time - he’s squirting. 

You made him squirt out hot rivulets of sticky sap that clings onto your cunt lovingly, trickling down every ridge of his washboard abs. So much. So heavy.

His bulky tip slips out of your entrance at the sheer momentum and Choso whines- “Sh-she’s gonna have your gorgeous eyes- I love your eyes…” Angrily fisting the chubby base to froth out more and more milky ribbons that scorch your slippery crevices, you’re being flooded to the very brim. “-your smile- y-your beautiful skin- your hair- alllll of you. M’gonna take care of it allll.”

Thighs twitching, you’re barely even talking at this point, your pussy letting off more than enough chatty squelches on behalf of you. 

Choso grips a handful of your right asscheek to tug you closer before- with a noisy splatter, a few viscid tendrils of cum drivel out of you. And oh, his tear-filled gaze is hypnotized by the sight of the mess he’s made below. 

Jaw-dropped. Heated. 

“Oh- marry me.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Suffocate me, woman.

The King of Curses didn’t know how he got here- he didn’t even know why. 

One his damn court subjects was showing off a cursed technique, and the next thing y’know is that you’re seated right on top of his plush, puckered mouth whilst the Ryomen Sukuna begged for your dripping wet cunt. 

“O-oh but, Kuna-” Your lower lip wobbles cutely as his clawed fingers grip each side of your hips like a vice, he’d already been driving you mad with his tongue and his dual cocks for hours now. 

And yet - he still needed more.

“Fuck ‘b-b-but’.” Your hulking husband snarls from down below, and just the sight of his gleaming, honed canines is enough for you to shudder out a gasping oh! The edges of his plump lips tickling your perked pulsing clit-

“If I suffocate y-”

“Then fucking s-suffocate me.” You don’t even have the time to register that you’d made the big, bad king stutter before he’s gripping a bruising handful of your ass and draaaagging you down. Plopping, sitting. Grouchy baritone cracking, “Wh-who do ya think I am, puny human?”

It was a rhetorical question, and the only answer you’re able to give is a jumble of mashed ‘fuck!’ and “Kuna!” 

Bellowing out a throaty groan at the honeyed sap beading down his tongue, Sukuna’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs and gasps with every gulp. Every slap of his scratchy tastebuds, every smooch. 

“S-smells so sweet.” And as if he wasn’t lewd enough, you’re feeling the frigid breeze of him inhaaaling the fragrance of your candied pussy. Grunting, “Wanna kiss? Sloppy- w-wanna kiss, don’tcha?” The slivery edge of his tongue slips past your folds and laps up the remnant excess of his creampies from before- “Mmmm- s’not enough. Not- not enough.”

“N-not enough?”

And it really wasn’t enough for him.

Shoving himself even more nose-deep between your puffy folds meant that Sukuna was hypnotized, his crimson peripherals barely peeking out between his pinkish bangs. 

“Cleaning you up t-ta put in more-” A webbed wallop of cum slips between his lips, and he’s taking a few seconds to sniff your honeyed, raw cunt once more. Senses sensitive twofold, “-gotta put in more. S-sooo much more. Gotta fill you up.”

His mouths - both his mouths - were fucking restless. The slimy tip of his second cursed tongue weaving upwards until you’re flinching at its touch, slopping a wet sheen all over your inner thighs. You’re shuddering as the very berry-pink muscle prolongs to slap your clit, “W-wait that’s ngh! Unfairrrr–”

“Didn’t think I would be nice, did ya?” He’s grumbing out, and the length of his other tongue was so loooong that it could stretch all the way until you’re being smeared wide open. Up, up, up just to taste you. 

You’re halfway through screaming as you feel the tiny hearts that he’s drawing over your inner thighs, faster. Faster. Cracking open a heavy eye, “What? Hm?” Not talking to you - but to his other cursed mouth. “Keh, greedy thing. Go on then.”

Oh. 

Oh, you only get what he meant when his winding muscle starts pokin’ your rubbery entrance. Playfully nudging once - twice, before splitting you so open. 

“S-so deep-!” Sukuna’s mazing his tongue down your dewy dampened walls so deep, glistening hot tip searching like a headlight. He scratches the ridges of his tastebuds right over where he could just pinpoint your g-spot, “W-wait there- hck! There–!”

And usually he would snipe back with something smug, usually he would mock your wailing whines.

But right now, Sukuna was so gone on your dizzying pussy that his nostrils flare as he pushes further face-deep between your jittery legs. 

“There- there there there.” 

Chin dribbling with a lustrous glazing of slick and cum and slick, your fuzzy brain sparks with so many stars with every thrust. Faster. “Does it please you to drench me, brat?” Making out with your slobbering cunt like a man parched. Faster. “Does it p-please you to have me like this? Begging and cleaning out your sloppy haaaa pussy- only to fill you up again?”

Overstimulated tears saturating your eyes, you can only throw your head back and whine– “Y-yes–” Legs twitching where they were fully cushioning Sukuna’s handsome face, “-please…won’t last, Kuna–”

It’s like both his drooling maws only get more eager at your declaration.

Jaw spanking the front of your cunt, he’s sucking on your cute clit like a lolly. “Won’t last, huuuh?” Leering grin reflected upon both mouths, Sukuna’s second tongue dares to draw a swooping pattern- no, his name. His name in a sizzling hot motion on your battered g-spot, “Cum then.”

And when you do, it’s with that very same name trilling from your spit-slicked mouth until your lips are buzzing. 

Peak after peak of white-hot euphoria that leaves your head spinning, heartbeat thundering down all the way to your hot core. And the king is soooo much more than happy to let his features brace your every sloppy drag. 

Creaky joints ricketing at the sheer force, the backs of your thighs aching, “S-s’too good-” Your throat clogs with a few wads of saliva that overspill, so filthy. “-feels like m’in heaven, Kuna.”

And it’s only once your tingling high has simmered down, only once you’re just beginning to catch your punctured breath that he’s finally, finally wrenching himself away with a claggy mwah!

“Well don’t tap out just yet, brat.” Heavy lids hooded - the smile he’s gifting you is so drunken. Chuckling gruffly, “Look at this mess.”

Calling it a ‘mess’ was an understatement. 

Sukuna was ravaged from the apples of his high cheekbones - all glossy with a lacquer of your juices - down to his slobbering second mouth. Still licking its monstrous lips with the cloying remnants of you, tongue flicking wet swipes at your thighs for more more more. 

“Clean it up.”

His tone is sharp, stern- but the way that the man himself hiccups once two of his four beefy arms pick you up and manhandle you over his matching cocks was anything but. 

Hell, he was already wondering whether he could get that damn curse to hit him with this cursed technique a second time.

“O-oh.” Sukuna stutters - stutters, at the heated warmth of your pussylips being spread open over his swollen, pre-topped cockhead. Both so big that not even how much his secondary mouth had tugged on your hole could prepare you for the streeeeetch–

“That’s it- that- that’s it-” His broad, meaty pecs heave, his crimson eyes dilate, his own mouth drools at the snug clench of you. Looming so big, you’re being hovered down like a pretty porcelain doll to maze his rovering strawberry divots tight inside your wet cunt, ravenous. “The king can’t have an heir without filling ya up, human.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - HEIR

It wasn’t the Gojo clan leader’s fault this time - it wasn’t. He swears with every sparking, pussydrunken ounce of his brain that he didn’t purposefully let those damn elders hit him with a sex technique-

“Y’know why I l-let them haaaah- use that technique on me, s-sweetheart?” Gojo’s pert, pink lips twitch as they struggle to keep holding his cocky smirk. Snowy brows furrowing at the splashing wave of his own cum that greets him at your entrance, rumbling bass low in your ear. 

And a sensual squelch sounds as he draaags his ruby tip all the way down and up your slit, sluuurping in a way that makes your husband lick his own lips. “Because this sweet pussy was ngh- begging to be bred. They wan’ an heir, they’re gonna get one.”

And before you can even let out another saturated gasp! he’s hovering his clammy palm over your tummy - your skin crackling with the sizzle of cursed energy before-

“Not yet.”

Not yet not yet not yet.

You’re whining, it’s been this way for hours - days? - now, and Gojo’s leveraging his glowing Six Eyes to check whether his repeated, milky creampies had finally taken. “T-Toru, you’re so mmpf-!”

Unable to even finish your sentence before his beefy, impatient arms are looping around your restless body and hauling you halfway down the soft tatami mats. Both boneless legs thrown over one shoulder, Gojo hadn’t even bothered to take off his expensive yukata. 

Hadn’t even bothered to think - to breathe before he’s plugging you up until you’re overflowing. The curving fringe of his mushroomed tip smacking open your glutinous walls, he hugs your thighs. “She’s begging- she’s saying ohhh…”

“F-fuuuck, Toru!” The whack of his slimily-topped cockhead into your cervix makes you keen, gushing out in so many spurts of thick white that it forms a puddle below you. “Satoru, it’s the hck! technique-”

“S’not.” He’s gritting his pearly teeth, and there’s a little tremble in Gojo’s voice that makes him sound as if he’s on the verge of sobbing. Tender ribbons of his veins bursting out shockwaves- “She’s talking t’me- telling me h-how badly she wants ta be bred.” Sneaking a deeeeep gulp of your saccharine pheromones, gasping. Dizzy. “Don’t you hear that- don’t you- fuuuck, listen.”

Drilling into you until your popped eardrums flood with those noisy squelches, and to the strongest it wasn’t just lecherous music to his ears. 

No, no, no no- it was a full-on conversation that he was sluggishly nodding his head along with. “Right- right.” Smile dangling with strings of lustrous saliva that seems to water his mouth after every vulgar rut, “Says sh-she wants ta be all full- all round n’ glowing with my hair. Nghhh– oh, she’s purring.”

Words crackling with a bout of crazed laughter, you’re gulping at the sexy way that Gojo’s azure pupils bulge ever-so-slightly with stimulation. 

Thighs thrashing on top of his broad shoulder- but Gojo’s too strong. He’s pinning them down on one side and trawling you to meet every mazing thrust, leaking divot digging inside your wet cunt like a searchlight. 

“Satoru- hck! Satoru–” Your trills pitch upwards in both volume and pitch again and again and again with every slapping slam of his rounded girth inside. Gummy walls rubbed raw after so many hours, your body twitches every time you feel the remnants of his goopy cum dribble down your entrance. “I-I want-”

“-more?” Gojo finishes for you, octaves higher. Feverish - and it wasn’t just the technique any more.

And the look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to back down any time soon, he wasn’t even growing close to slowing down once he rovers a hand down to your clit and pinches. 

“H-heh, more.” He’s sputtering wetly, knobbly ends of his fingers buzzing with cursed energy. Making you see white-hot, “More more more more–” Gojo twists his dextrous wrist and pulls on your clit, “-my wife w-wants ngh- more, riiiight?”

“Yes- yes yes yes yes-” But more than that you were so close - you were about to cum.

But, of course, the Gojo Satoru knew that.

It’s exactly why he’s tugging on your perked clit a few repeated times more, flickers of blue lightning bolting from the ends of his pretty eyes as he gazes down at your tummy and watches his fat, meaty cock part your slippery walls and target your g-spot dead-on. 

Powers working overtime, “Hit iiiit~” Going out of control, he couldn’t stop watching every syrupy smooch right into that cute bundle o’ nerves, “C’mon- scream my name every time I hit it- don’t be haaaa shy, sweetheart.”

You do you do, with every stinging smack! of skin sticking onto skin - Gojo’s hips were so ruthless it’s as if he was trying to brand your ass with the imprints of his v-line, bruising himself red. 

“More- heh- n’ you’re gonna g-get more.” Cooing at your glittery pussylips, he strikes your clit with a pap! of his thumb. Rubbing in your scent, “More more more- more-”

And Gojo counts underneath his strained breath to exactly three before you’re hitting your overwhelming orgasm. Startling your tearful eyes wide open with the sheer force- it’s enough to make him hitch his breath and collapse his sweaty body on top of yours. 

The squeeze of your strobing walls so tight, the toe-curling pleasure enough for Gojo himself to rub his washboard abs in sultry gyrations like he was melting into you. Stirrin’ his rotund crown deeply inside with every blissful wave, as if he could see the stars bursting cartoonishly around your head. 

Face furiously flushed, long lashes flapping, maw agape. 

“Yeah c’mon- c’mon c’mon c’mon–” He’s hissing into your open mouth, sharp canines leaving your poor swollen lips bruised. “-milk me. Milk me- This time- this time s’gonna take, my girl.”

It’s so much - both your peaked highs and the way that Gojo’s crashing into his own. Not hitting, no- crashing. 

Because all it takes is a few more sloppy strokes of his uneven cadence and his strawberry glazed orifice is bursting with jetstreamed squirts of cum - squirting. 

“O-oh my- fuck!” Your throat scratches at the sheer volume being animalistically stuffed inside of you, creamy white seed and sap and- and you’d just made Gojo Satoru squirt. 

The idea itself was enough to drive you wild - and so was the splashes of puddling torrents that bawled out of your sopping wet pussy. So much that you were leaking, thick. Gushing–

Splat!

You don’t even realize that you’re fucked stupid until it takes a wet splatter somewhere near your heaving chest for you to be brought back into heady reality. Lashes blinking back some semblance of your blotchy vision, “T-Toru are you-”

He was tearing. Those pooling salted tears staining your skin just as much as his goopy white cum was soiling the yukata slipping off of his broad deltoids.

“Oh…” 

“Wh-what–?”

Gojo’s drool-covered lips sag open as he veers his misty gaze to that tummy bulge he’d just pounded ruthlessly into you, aching hips still slithering his swollen inches back and forth. 

Fully wrung out, voice breaking- he sniffles, “-it took i-it took and…oh” Before you can let out anything more than a few whimpering hiccups, you’re just stuffed so full you can barely articulate. “Wonder- wonder if she’ll be gorgeous like her mama- ngh! W-wonder if she’ll be e-extra powerful if I breed this ngh- sweet pussy twice. ” 

He’s giving you a squeeze to your clit that makes you whine at the faintly buzzing cursed energy, fully babbling now. “Wonder if I can use cursed energy on my cock-”

“Satoru.”

A/N. MWAHAHA I feel somewhat better now babygirls n’ it’s all cuz of y’all <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[akisteahouse]

sigh,,,,,,,, thinking about your newly wed husband…

Floyd Leech! Who never kicked the habit of being the worst person alive to sleep next to, not even in your many years of being together >:( Waking up blanket tossed aside to the floor with his back pressed against yours, fully ensnaring you in his freakishly strong grip, despite numerous complaints about overheatin’ in the morning thanks to ya - jackass. Kissing you before leaving for work so obnoxiously loud you can hear the smack of his lips leaving yours, teeth exposed by his devilish grin - “Don't miss me too much, ‘kay?” Always coming home with his suit suspiciously mussed up, smelling of old copper coins, practically tackling you every time he sees you, eyes crinkling and mouth opened in a toothy grin, singsonging five words - “I'M BAAAACK ~ didja miss me?” :) Dragging you all the way to the Coral Sea for the Leech family’s monthly family meeting, though everyone knew Georgina just wanted an excuse to see her son and her dear child-in-law, pinching your cheek and cooing about how she wanted to fatten you up, only for Floyd to pull you close, complaining about how you were his to squish - well, you did sign up for this <33

Vil Schoenheit! Who never let you have a lazy morning in your entire relationship, waking you up with smoothie bowls and invitations to joining him in pilates - you never say yes, but you’re always willing to watch your dearest as he works out :)) Subtly hinting at his engagement in interviews, getting married in a small but picturesque chapel, close friends only - soft launching your marriage with a single caption less photo on Magicam, both of your fingers entwined, rings glinting in the almost dreamlike sunlight <3333 Spending his off days hate watching the odd soap drama together on the couch, so close you can smell your precious lover’s scent - the fragrance from his expensive body wash, the smell of the real Vil Schoenheit, something his hundreds of followers would never get to experience :)) Going on lengthy press tours, only to come home late to the sight of you, asleep on the couch, clearly waiting for him - “You ought to listen more to me, my sweet potato - sleeping on uneven surfaces can cause back problems, you know.” Still joining you anyway, after bringing a pillow to properly support your head and a blanket to cover the both of you <3

Ruggie Buuchi! Who moved into a neighbourhood suspiciously close to the slums he used to live in, your backyard even having a granny flat in case of Grandma Buuchi’s surprise visits, signature donuts and grin in hand <333333 Clinging on to you in the morning before work, grumbling about five more minutes before caving to having responsibilities and forcing you awake as well - married couples should go through troubles together right, shishishishishi >:))))) Never missing the opportunity to start a neighbourhood barbecue even in the blistering summer heat, always giving you the best cuts of meat straight from the grill - what a gentleman :)) Monthly date nights spent anywhere from your living room, watching cheesy chick-flicks to the beach, rubbing sunscreen on each other’s backs(“Like what ‘cha see?” He’d snickered, on one such occasion, after watching you ogle his toned back muscles - cocky bastard, but he’s cute, so whatever ;))

BONUS:

Trey Clover! Who ends up taking over the family business, apologising about dragging you into it - but you’re repaid handsomely back, getting a front row seat about seeing your dear husband knead dough with those big, strong arms of his <3

Jamil Viper! Who had no qualms about taking your last name, and most certainly never will <3333 Dependable to a fault, always cooking Michelin-star worthy meals for dinner, wiping away any leftover crumbs from your mouth with that adoring look in his eyes - yeah, he definitely isn’t leaving any time soon :)))))

Silver! Who even during his so-called bachelor’s party(a glorified sleepover with his friends) couldn’t think about anything but you, dreaming about your future, your smile, your adorable laugh… and if he broke tradition by visiting you earlier than he was supposed to, he was sure you wouldn’t be too mad <333

Rook Hunt! Who everyone else was sure had kidnapped you to some faraway land due to never seeing you two again after your wedding, when in reality, your newly-wed spouse had simply whisked you away to a year-long honeymoon, visiting every inch of land Twisted Wonderland had to offer - ah, what wouldn’t he like to experience with his dear amour?

[andersonsgf]

I literally cannot get enough of your modern roommate Abby posts, I keep rereading them

but imagine Abby having a roommate that's just SO shy and nervous around her and is just always holed up in her room and gets so scared to talk to her because honestly, Abby's got an rbf and she's scarily hot

modern roommate!abby

glad you like the series! thank you very much for the request :) series link

sorry for not updating this series in a while peoples, been big sleeping after work most of the time and monster hunter has been taking up my remaining attention, it is far too addictive, BUT shes baaaack

before you and modern roommate!abby started dating, you were super intimidated by her. you were sweet, shy, a bit of a people pleaser if you were honest to yourself, and abby simply never looked pleased. unless something truly made her happy, or made her laugh, her face was in a constant grump.

you would hop in the car at the start of the car share arrangement, greet her with a happy smile, and she would just nod and look at you, mouth set in that downturn, and eyes just observant, mostly expressionless. you spent the majority of the first few months of the rides to and from work awkwardly fiddling with your backpack zipper, praying for the journey to end quickly so that you could go and wallow in your room about how you think your roommate hates you.

modern roommate!abby could always see how you scurried into your room when she opened the apartment door, the way your body seemed to get less and less tense as you moved further through the apartment. it was always met with a small frown and a head tilt.

sure, at this point abby hadn't been the most welcoming to you yet, but she didn't quite understand why you seemed actually scared of her. still, she always just got on with her evening, sitting in the living room, listening to music, reading. and little old you would be holed up in your room doing whatever it is that you did every night, abby wasn't sure.

most of the time you ended up cooking your dinner at the same time as modern roommate!abby though, moving around the kitchen gathering the stuff to put in the oven, giving her a wide berth as she worked on making her high protein meal. she was always curious about you, asking you a few questions about what you were making, listening to your timid replies as you promised to get out of her hair soon.

"don't worry about it, your kitchen too", she'd shrug, nonchalantly, trying to be nice, to emphasise that you paid rent too so you had just as much of a right to be cooking your dinner. you'd just give a small nod, watching as abby looked at you without much of an expression, yet again. abby honestly thought that she was being more welcoming than she had been at the start, but clearly she just wasn't aware of how much of an "rbf" she had, because to you, her words seemed genuine but her face screamed 'i'm just being nice, get the fuck out of my kitchen'.

in abby standards she was being perfectly pleasant, though. if she didn't like someone she would make it quite clear, giving them gruff answers, being snarky all the time. with you she thought she was being perfectly normal. initiating some conversations, humouring you when you stammered out a comment in the middle of a movie because in your view there were several awkward silences throughout. even though it was a goddamn movie.

but still, you would hide yourself away most of the time, and abby seriously didn't know what was up. so, one day, she intercepted you before you could open your bedroom door. "you know you don't have to stay in there all the time if you don't want to, right?", she meant it in a friendly way, she really did, but her face and the way she crossed her arms over her chest just really didn't make it seem that way to you as the anxious little dog in you reared its head.

"yeah just don't wanna bother you", your smile was slightly lopsided, hand itching to reach for the doorhandle.

"you're really not gonna bother me just by like... sitting on the couch", her eyebrow raised, and boy this was just getting worse for you.

you gave a slight shrug and cleared your throat, "you just never seem really all that pleased to have your evening time taken up".

abby frowned, which made your stomach drop out of your ass even further, "i really don't have an opinion which way or the other about if you sit across the room from me or not, it's not like you're loud or anything".

"yeah well...", you were a little lost for words, not wanting to actually piss her off, "you just always look-".

you were met with an immediate scoff, "is this about my face?", she groaned, "everyone is always on at me about my face! 'abby are you okay you look angry?', 'woah do you hate them? you looked like you hated them'."

you simply blinked a little at her outburst. she sighed, "sorry, just everyone always walks on eggshells around me and they really don't need to".

"okay sorry... just you really really do look like you wanna grab me by my hoodie and swing me round like that little girl from matilda when i'm anywhere near you".

she did quirk a tiny smile at that, "well i don't. you're perfectly average to hang around".

you turned to open your bedroom door, tossing your backpack into your room before facing her, "well that didn't fill me with too much confidence but yeah i can hang out here tonight i guess".

you still sounded unsure, so abby patted you on the back with one of her big hands, more like a thump that knocked the air out of your lungs but you'd take whatever crumb of affection you could get from her. "c'mon, squirt. wanna watch a movie?".

your eyes rolled at the nickname, but you smiled nonetheless, glancing at abbys grump expression as she scrolled through netflix, trying to find a movie you liked.

you'd get used to it. hopefully.

[lucy-literates]

I’m baaaack with another request 🩵🙏🏾

Arthur gets a female race engineer who is great at all the technical info, she knows her stuff and is very good at her job. But also she starts flirting with him on the radio, never at points where it could seriously affect his race but often enough that people start to notice. He doesn’t react or respond to it and everyone thinks it’s because he’s not interested but really it’s because he is trying not to blush under his helmet and his brain is suddenly void of any witty responses (& on certain occasions, he may be focusing on not getting hard in his race suit…). At some point she is pulled up by the higher ups and told to stop flirting with their driver and since she is getting zero response from Arthur she stops because the last thing she wants to do is make him uncomfortable. And he misses it. More than he should.

Maybe he sees her flirting with someone else, I don’t know?

So he somehow has to muster up the courage to tell her that he would really like it if she would start flirting with him again and yeah I don’t know how it would end but I’m sure you can come up with something. Thank youuuuuu!!

Shy

A/N: Ahhhh thank you for another requests, I had a little laugh when I thought about how this could go. I based off of Prema, so we could get as much driving as possible. Enjoy!

Requests are open.

Arthur’s current race engineer had been asked to join Ferrari in Formula 1, which meant that needed a new engineer. He was expecting to meet some guy in his late 20’s/early 30’s.

He was sitting in a meeting room, waiting. The team principle and walked in with a girl, on the younger side. She might have been early to mid 20’s, and she was pretty. Arthur’s breathing became nervous and shallow.

He thought she must be related to the team principle, only for the principle to say “Arthur, this is Y/N. She is your new race engineer”

Arthur had to fight the urge to let his jaw drop.

You?

His new engineer?

He was dreaming.

“Earth to Arthur?”

He snapped back to reality, seeing the concerned look on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” he stood to shake your hand. You leaned over and shook it, “I think we’re going to have a great year Arthur” you said with all the confidence you could muster.

He was cute, like painfully so. His fluffy hair, chiseled cheeks, and sharp jaw were stunning. He looked like he radiated warmth and comfort.

You both agreed on a day to start testing and bid each other goodbye.

You arrived at the track earlier than you needed to. You spent your time familiarising yourself with the garage and the new technology around you. Little did you know, Arthur also likes to show up early and take a walk around the track to center himself and prepare for the day.

Your music was blasting through your earbuds as you took it all in. A tap on your shoulder made you jump through the roof.

You turned to find an amused Arthur, asking you were ok and why you were at the garage so early.

After talking together for an hour, the rest of the team showed up and got everything prepared for the day.

"Radio check. Permission to flirt over airways?" you call once he's out and ready.. You heard Arthur give a small chuckle "Radio check, loud and clear" he responded, ignoring your flirt.

He continued to race around the track you watched his tires and asked "Tire deg check — still holding steady, or starting to feel the heat like I am?"

"Tires are good" he responds curtly, making you chuckle.

That is how every practice, quali, and race goes. You flirt, he responds in silence. Outside of the car, the relationship dynamic was smooth. You throw a flirty line his way and he was respond with a cheeky quip, but it changed when he was in the car.

You didn't know why

He did.

When he is racing around the track at 250km an hour, his heart is beating faster every time you flirt with him. He blushes, and all train of thought goes out the window. Heaven forbid he also has to stop himself from getting hard in his race suit, because it would definitely be noticeable when he got out of the car.

You made it halfway through the season when, just before FP1, the higher up's requested your presence. You quickly ducked into the makeshift office to meet them.

"We see that you have been flirting with Arthur over the radio. He doesn't acknowledge that you do. We think you need to stop, it is clear that his silence is evidence of discomfort"

Your heart sinks in your chest. If you knew he was uncomfortable, you wouldn't have done it. He seemed to enjoy that attention outside the car. You thanked the bosses and headed back to the garage. You put on your headset just as Arthur goes out.

"Radio check" you state

"Copy, loud and clear" he replies

"Copy that" you finish off.

You turn to speak to an engineer when you hear Arthur's voice come through the radio "Are you ok?"

"I'm good. Are you ok?"

"I think I'm losing my hearing" he jokes "I didn't hear a cheeky comment in the radio check

You chuckle to yourself, then reply "There wasn't one, I was asked to stop because it makes you uncomfortable."

Athur is silent for a moment, then says "We'll talk after this"

You continue to watch him race around the track for another hour before telling him to retire the car and get ready to head home. He caught you just as you were leaving the garage, "We need to talk."

He pulls you to a quiet spot outside.

"I like the flirty jokes. I like them every time. When I'm not in the car, I have less to think about, so I can respond well. When I'm in the car, I feel flustered and I'm thinking about so many other things, I can't come up with anything" he explains.

You nod, thanking him for explaining, and idea forming in your head. "Arthur, would you be able to drop me home today please?"

He nods, "Sure"

Arthur pulled up to the sidewalk in front of your place, and you just sat there and said, "What would you do if I said I didn't want to get out of the car yet?"

Arthur turned to look at you, his hand still on the steering wheel, knuckles white. His eyes searched yours, hesitant, almost afraid to misread the moment.

“I’d say…” he began slowly, voice lower than usual, “that I was hoping you’d say that.”

You smiled, nerves bubbling up in your stomach. “So, you’re not going to report me to the FIA for emotional interference on track?”

He chuckled, finally letting his shoulders relax. “You’re more of a performance enhancer, actually. Bit unfair to the other drivers.”

There was a pause. Not awkward—charged.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips, and you knew he saw. You could feel the tension shift, crackling like electricity in the quiet car.

“I’m serious though,” you said, voice softer now. “I like this… whatever this is. I wasn’t just messing around.”

Arthur gave you that little side smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle and your heart skip. “I know. I wasn’t just ignoring you. I was trying not to crash… and maybe trying not to make a complete fool of myself.”

“You wouldn’t,” you murmured.

He leaned in just a little. “But I might right now,” he whispered.

You didn’t stop him.

And he kissed you—soft, tentative, and completely worth the wait.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he grinned. “Radio check… Permission to kiss you again?”

You smiled. “Loud and clear.”

[riiwrites]

GOTCHA!

summary : dazai loves pulling the easiest tricks in the book to get you all jumpy. - but what he loves even more is the priceless look on your face!

request : “waa i really want a dazai x reader with a (female) reader who gets scared/flustered/surprised easily ! o(≧▽≦)o it would be so cute..”

genre : pure fluff all around

a/n : hi my beauties, im baaaack! (well, not entirely.) im trying to gain my confidence and motivation when it comes to writing so I hope I don’t disappoint :)

dividers belong to @/cafekitsune !

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

The dark night cast over your apartment complex as you took in the fresh air around you. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. A relaxing routine that soothes you in your days and hours.

You always adored the serene atmosphere that came with you standing outside your few inch balcony. It helped you recollect yourself, lay back, relax, and close your eyes to—

“Boo!”

A scream erupts you, one so loud that all of Yokohama could probably hear as you instantly turn around and swat at whatever’s behind you.

But, you miss miserably, no matter how many hits you threw.

A stomach filled laugh fills your ears as you finally register just who this mysterious man was.

Well, mysterious until you figured out it was your boyfriend.

Your face turns a shade of pink as you cover your face in embarrassment. One, because you let Dazai scare you once again. And two, you’re most definitely getting a noise complaint to your door from your neighbours from the other doors down.

“Ohhh Bella! You ought to know by now not to get all jumpy when you know I just love a good scare!” Dazai says as he lets the last few laughs escape him, now slowing down into light chuckles instead.

To this you groan into your hands, not knowing he’s taking fewer steps closer towards you, lessening the distance between you two.

He takes a moment to look at your hand covered face before gently taking your two cold hands into his own, smirking as he lowers them to reveal your flustered ridden face.

“Why, aren’t you just the reddest tomato of all the crops in Yokohama?” He teased, chuckling as you only turn redder as he lets go of your hands to place his own on your cheeks.

“Yeesh! You’re as warm as a sauna! I could easily use you to warm me up as a radiator!”

“Just. Stop. Talking!!” You whine as he continues his teasing.

There were many instances this similar situation has repeated. Multiple times, and when it did, Dazai ate it all up like it was the first time he had experienced it.

On a hot summers day in the streets of Yokohama, you are talking to a close friend of yours about an upcoming job you are about to start. All wrapped up in your own head as you gush about how excited you are for this new experience.

You were talkative, full of smiles and confidence all up until-

You feel two frail arms wrap around your lower waist, pulling you in from behind as a head lowers itself onto your shoulder.

“What are we talking about over here?” Dazai says, volume at a normal level but since he’s next to your ear, the words go straight to your head as your mind goes all fuzzy.

“Oh! We were just talking about Y/N’s new job coming up! She’s super excited! Right, Y/N?” Your friend turns to you with a smile, but that smile drops once she sees your complete changed expression.

From just 3 seconds, you went from this chatty, confident girl - to a stuttering, flustered pink faced mess all in the span of Dazai showing up.

“U-uh— YEAH! Super- super excited!” You muster out, your breathing shaky as you look to the floor, seeing Dazais arms around your waist.

Dazai smirks and chuckles, looking up to your friend with a teasing grin. “Doesn’t she just look so adorable all flustered?”

At this you feel like you could just curl up and die.

Soon after your friend leaves, leaving you and Dazai to your own devices. He turns to you as you walk hand in hand down the street.

“You’re always so nervous when I surprise you, you know?”

You nod, turning to him with a shy smile.

“I know.”

“It’s cute, I like it.” He chuckles as he looks up at the sky. “Maybe I’ll keep doing it.”

“If you do that I think I’ll just die..” You whine to him as he pulls you closer, gasping at your faux confession.

“Well, I may just have to join you~” He says all chirpy. Your eyes widening as you realise what he means.

“Damn it! No! I’m not feeding into your double suicide delusions again!”

One day, as you type on your computer at work you get a sudden text from Dazai.

Dazai <3 : Will be working late tonight! Don’t miss me too muchhh ( ^▽^)σ)~O~)

At this you cock your head to the side slightly and furrow your brows together. But he’s never working late?

Actually, scratch that, he’s never working.

But nonetheless, you shrug and put your phone down, getting back on with your work and not thinking much of it.

A few hours later, you are now outside your apartment door, getting your keys out and jingling it in the lock before opening the door.

As you step in, you’re confused by the complete darkness before you flick the light switch on. It’s normally rather…light, in here. How odd.

However, you decide not to question it as you then remember Dazai was to return home late.

That was until, you hear a sudden noise of shuffling coming from your bedroom.

Your eyes widen as your anxiety instantly spikes. You stare at the door before slowly making your way towards it, grabbing a pan on the kitchen counter before continuing your path.

You hear faint noises coming from the other side of the door. Someone’s here, and it sure as hell ain’t Dazai considering he’s meant to coming home late.

You let out a shaky breath, as you grab the door handle and in one swift motion, you open the door, slamming it off of the wall and stepping in with your pan.

But nobody’s there.

Confused and anxious, you turn the light on and look around frantically, eyes wide in terror as you keep your pan close.

“W-who’s there?! I got a weapon you know!!” You speak out in legitimate fear.

As you’re about to take a step closer, a loud bang interrupts your thoughts and you absolutely scream your whole heart out as you whip your head around, swiping the pan everywhere but the result of the sound.

“Gotcha!!!” Shouts Dazai from infront of you, grinning and laughing as confetti falls from the party poppers. You stand there in complete and utter shock, eyes wide and jaw dropped to a certain inch or two.

“A-are you kidding me?” You ask.

“Nope!” He says with a pop to the ‘p’.

You sigh in defeat, dropping the pan with a loud ‘clang’ and walk over to him, dropping your head to his chest.

On instinct, he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug.

“I’m sorryyyy..” He whispers out.

“No you’re not.” You bark back. “You never are.”

“Yeah you’re right about that.” He shrugs in truth, giggling to himself before pulling you back for him to take a good look at your precious face. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Haven’t you enough surprises for one day?” You groan as he lets go of you and turns to get something out of his pocket, a small velvet like box.

Interest piqued, your eyes widen in curiosity as you take the box from him, staring at it in your hands. Then, you look up at him in slight hesitation.

“This better not jump out at me when I open it.”

To this he chuckles lightly. “No no, bella. Not this time.”

You take his word for it, you always do. You open the box and you let out a small gasp at the shiny ring exposed inside.

“For our 1 year anniversary!” He exclaims.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you look up at him. “But, our anniversary isn’t until-“

“Oh, no no belladonna! Not our relationship anniversary.” He chuckles, and then points a finger up to the sky.

“It’s exactly one year today that I started scaring the living day lights out of you!”

You blink a few times, before replying.

“You seriously keep track of things like that?”

“Yes~ don’t you?”

“No.” You giggle and smile. “But it’s sweet you do.”

He hums and then opens his arms out for a hug, to which you fall right into and melt in his arms, smiling with a full grin and a blushed out face.

“Your reactions are priceless, they make my day worth it.” He whispers to you.

That was his favourite day he scared you, and unbeknownst to him, it was also yours.

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[regulus-lantsov]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙French not Monégasque | PG10 part two⁺｡˚⋆˙

Part one

pairing: pierre gasly x Ferrari!user ( she her )

genre: social media au,

warnings: cheating ( not really it's just twitter going wild ) mention of death ( Ayrton Senna )

summary: in which everyone thinks user is leaning french for her teamate and riot when she isn't 🩷

fc: Kika Gomez and other face claims ( It's my first smau so yeah )

yourusernamesenna

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, yourbff

yourusernamesenna Apparently I have to do dump now that I'm a F1 driver so ... France dumpppp

tagged : robertdowneyjr, your bff

ynfan : Yn in her soft launch eraaa and I'm here for it

yourbff : Hard to be a F1 driver

yourusernamesenna : True babe

maxverstappen1 : Where is Hermes ???

yourusernamesenna : In your house ??? WHERE DID YOU PUT MY CAT

Ferrari : Living for summer dumppp from THE Yn Senna

McLaren : Bleeding papaya ?

yourusernamesenna : As always : FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE charles_leclerc : FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE user2 : Delulu team over there

pierregasly : You tagged Robert Downey Jr and not me ???

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user4 : Did yall see that or am I the only one ???

charles_leclerc : France dumppp

pierregasly

liked by yourusernamesenna, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1

pierregasly : France dumppp

tagged : yourusernamesenna, charles_leclerc, yourfriend1

friend1 : So nice to meet yall

charles_leclerc : Indeed ! pierregasly : Can't wait to meet all the gang

yourusername : I knew you were the one who stole Zazi

charles_leclerc : It was such a nice weekend ! Thank you 🩷

user4 : YN AND CHARLES

user79 : Poor Pierre who had to third wheel them

user36 : Actually I'm sure that he spend a looot of time with friend1 user79 : Two powerful couple !

text ->

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourusernamesenna

liked by maxverstappen1, pierregasly, formulaone and others

yourusernamesenna : Always gratufel for my grandpa. I do this for him and me. Forever and always #forever Thank you @sebastianvettel for this event

tagged : sebastianvettel, foundationsenna, pierregasly, lewishamilton, charles_leclerc

pierregasly : 🏎️🇧🇷🇧🇷 Forever and always

foundationsenna : Forever and always

charles_leclerc : 💛💙💚

sebastianvettel : With pleasure

lewishamilton : Forever and always

Ferrari : True legend

McLaren : Never forget

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yourusernamesenna

yourusernamesenna

liked by nico_rosberg, sebastianvettel, pierregasly and others

yourusernamesenna I WAS a child of divorce guyys ! FATHER AND FATHER ARE BACK TOGETHER !! And also date night, two dumbass yapping, game & book night + My favorite uncle @sebastianvettel ! I'm german in heart

tagged : sebastianvettel, nico_rosberg, lewishamilton, georgerussell, maxverstappen1, skysports

user60 : Pr nightmare is baaaack

yourusernamesenna : I'm soooo back pierregasly : she's sooo back

lewishamilton : CHILD ??

yourusernamesenna : FATHER ??? nico_rosberg : CHILD AND HUSBAND ??? yourusername : us -> 👨‍👨‍👧

sebastianvettel : Favorite german in law

yourusername : JAAA 🇩🇪🇩🇪🇩🇪 yourusername : IN MY GERMAN ERA 🥨🍺

user56 : YN and Charles dates are my fav

user66 : Same girl user4 : CHARLESYN NATION RISE

THE END OF PART 2

part 3

[parkerloves]

NEW FAVORITE || ZG24 x Bottas!Fem!Reader

paring: zhou guanyu x bottas!fem!reader

trope: smau + teammate's sister

summary: she was always there to support her brother, but she has now another favourite boy in the garage.

fc; @pdm.clara + pinterest girls (but picture her as you like)

warnings: none, this is pure fluff

[masterlist]

ynbottas has posted!

liked by valtteribottas, kimimatiasraikkonen and 7,234 others

ynbottas: I know you missed me, BUT I'M BAAAACK (I was being productive doing exams)

tagged: valtteribottas, alfaromeof1

valtteribottas : couldn't you just stay home?

ynbottas: shush you love me valtteribottas : debatable ynbottas : but then I'm the dramatic one...

user479: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STOPPING FOR A PIC

ynbottas: YOU KIDDING? you were the swettest user479 : stoppp

alfaromeof1: glad to have you here!

ynbottas: ❤️❤️

alfaromeof1 has posted!

liked by zhouguanyu24, ynbottas and 14,325 others

alfaromeof1: back on the track with somespecial guests in the garage!

ynbottas: I'm on main now 😍😍😍

valtteribottas: why are you like this?

ynbottas: because someone has to be the great, funny and amazing children in this family

valtteribottas: and where do you come in this?

ynbottas: okay RUDE

user826: what does @zhouguanyu24 think of y/n

ynbottas: he has better taste than my brother, because he loved mee

zhouguanyu24: she was really nice😊

f1gossip has posted!

liked by user254, user641 and 12,541 others

f1gossip: @ynbottas and @zhouguanyu24 have been seen real close today around the paddock! maybe we have a new couple?

user382: so close as in talking to each other?

use601: fr + they literally cropped Valteri who was next to her

use142: I see love anyway

user285: no.

user826: i already love them stoppl

user142: sameee

ynbottas has posted!

liked by valteribottas, zhouguanyu24 and 6,425 others

ynbottas: Admin is doing great dealing with this two and i'm just having some free coffee :)

tagged: valtteribottas, zhouguanyu24 , alfaromeof1

alfaromeof1: we have to take care of our princess !!

ynbottas: making me blushhh

valtteribottas: I have better pictures, you know?

ynbottas: you also have worse valtteribottas: okay okay

zhouguanyu24: I do too 😔 ynbottas: aww you're using emojis plus send them over ;) user198: no shame, go girl

ynbottas has posted!

liked by valtteribottas, zhouguanyu24 and 6,425 others

ynbottas: since I received some complaining about my incredible talent as a photographer I'm here to redime myself

tagged: valtteribottas, zhouguanyu24

carlossainz55: why am I here?

ynbottas: because they need to calm down and you say it better 💅🏻

carlossainz55: I mean, you're not wrong

valtteribottas: why do you hate me?

ynbottas: wdym??? you look amazing

valtteribottas: yeah just like zhou

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user687: Photographer? soooo you took these photos?

ynbottas: i sure did user687: even zhou's?

zhouguanyu24 has liked this comment

zhouguanyu24 has posted!

liked by ynbottas, valtteribottas and 18,682 others

zhouguanyu24: because I'm also a great photographer

tagged: ynbottas

user854: EXCUSE ME?

user959: STOP I KNEW THIS

user438: they are so cuteeeee

user784: what do you think about this @valtteribottas

valtteribottas: i alredy knew about this, so i don't care

ynbottas: AW MY BABY (post yourself too)

zhouguanyu24: ❤️❤️❤️ (why? you look better)

ynbottas has posted!

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ynbottas: because he won't post himselfffffffffffffff wich is so rude btw, so here's my bae

tagged: zhouguanyu24

zhouguanyu24: is that a photoshoot?

ynbottas: you looked SO pretty in between pics, i couldn't help myself

valtteribottas: if i have to push his out the track i will

ynbottas: NO??????? valtteribottas: just saying

taglist:::

@saturnpxtter

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Epic Buddie Fic Recs | March 3rd-9th 2025

WE'RE BACK!! WE'RE SO BAAAACK!!!!!!

Complete

good dogs don't run away by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories, Future fic, Eddie Back From Texas | 1,1K | General):

"I, um, well..." Eddie shrugs, all nervous bashfulness that makes Buck want to put him in his pocket, maybe his ribcage, just to keep him close, safe. "I'd ask you to move in, but..." "Hate to break it to you, Eddie." His lips curl around the name differently now. Or maybe they don't. Maybe he's always said Eddie's name like it was his favourite word, a plea, a prayer. "But I've got another month of rent down on this place, so if anyone was asking anyone to move in, it'd be me." (OR: they're roommates, partners, best friends, what else is there?)

Ours by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories Coda | 1,3K | General):

“Home sweet home.” Buck mumbles, stumbling as he tries to kick his shoes off. Eddie doesn’t correct him, tell him that it’s not his yet, because that’d be a lie. This place has been Buck’s home for nearly as long as it’s been Eddie’s.

i find your name, etched behind the frame by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories Coda | 1,6K | General):

Buck had always felt like he belonged, in Eddie’s house. It was one of the things Eddie had noticed, right away, when they’d become friends – Buck had just felt like he belonged, right from the beginning, his spare sneakers next to Eddie’s own on the rack, Eddie’s wardrobe filled with Buck’s clothes, half the ingredients in the kitchen bought by Buck. He was such an integral part of their lives, and Eddie wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way. He didn’t want it to end.

what do you really need, darling? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Eddie Coming Out, Getting Together | 2,3K | Explicit):

After Eddie comes out to Buck, and Buck does not react the way Eddie would prefer, they play an expedited game of friends with benefits chicken.

🔥 Hourglass by xylodemon/ @xylodemon (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories Coda, Love Confessions | 2,3K | Not Rated):

"Don't ask me to give you the next three weeks and then let you go." "I wouldn't." "Yes, you would." Eddie huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, I would. And you wouldn't say no." "No, I wouldn't," Buck admits. "So don't ask."

you give me such a future feeling by bellabrady (Different First Meeting AU | 2,5K | Not Rated):

"Fuck you!" he yells. The spider is still again and after a few moments, Eddie's heartrate starts to slow back down. He needs somebody to get this thing out of here. If not Christopher, then someone else. The problem is, he doesn't know a lot of people in LA yet. He hasn't even gotten around to introducing himself to his neighbors! Wait. His neighbors. — Or: Eddie is terrified of spiders, so he enlists his neighbor's help in getting rid of it. You can guess the rest.

🔥 Nap Trapped by paleredheadinascifi (Future fic, Post-S8E9: Sob Stories, Eddie Back from Texas | 3K | Teen):

“Eddie Diaz,” Buck gasps. “Are you using me for my very soft cardigan?” Eddie chuckles and tells the truth. “You looked so comfy. And I missed you.” Buck sucks in a breath beneath Eddie’s ear. “I missed you, too,” he whispers. “I think I missed you too much,” Eddie admits. Or, Buck wears his pink cardigan and Eddie nap traps him about it.

a tremendous thing by simplyylupin (S8E9: Sob Stories Spec | 3K | Teen):

“What the hell is your problem, Buckley?” Eddie snaps when he’s near enough. He shoves Buck’s shoulder, eyes blazing a shade of hazel in the firelight. “Your lungs not screwed up enough for your liking?” “My lungs are just fine,” Buck replies. Eddie narrows his eyes. “You’re so full of–” “Alright, Eddie,” Bobby interrupts before he can finish, “That’s enough.” in which buck projects his feelings into befriending a dog

a craving i can't fill. by dylaesthetics (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories, Eddie Moved to Texas | 4K | Teen):

“You have to tell him. Buck,” she says insistently. “You’ve got to—” “What would be the point?” he asks, cutting her short. “He’s moved to Texas. He’s not coming back. They never do.” “Not Eddie,” says Maddie. “He’ll come back. He always does. He’ll—” “Christopher is the priority,” once again, he cuts her off, restlessly stirring on the couch. “Christopher is what matters. And Eddie will give up anything for him. As he should. I don’t blame him for it, not one bit. He’s what’s most important.” ____ OR an interstate journey, a conversation with a Texan man and a sister, and a voicemail.

Divide, Conquer, & Drink by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Secret Relationship, Eddie Back from Texas | 4K | Teen):

With alcohol as their weapon of choice, Hen and Karen decide to separate and confront Buck and Eddie into confessing their feelings for one another.

til then be good and wait for me by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Eddie Back from Texas, Getting Together | 6K | Teen):

Eddie returns from El Paso and asks Buck on a date. In the interim between the asking and the date itself, Buck acts completely normally. Definitely. Just don't ask anyone.

Anosognosia by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Nurse Buck, Getting Together | 7K | Teen):

When ER Nurse Evan Buckley meets Firefighter Paramedic Eddie Diaz, he is instantly smitten. They hit it off quickly, and begin seeing a lot of each other. It takes him a few weeks to realize they're doing more than just hanging out.

🔥 day five hundred sixty-four (and it feels like you just left my side) by BekkaChaos/ @bekkachaos (Post-S8A, Eddie Moved to Texas | 8K | Teen):

Eddie made the move to El Paso, Buck isn't coping so well so he takes to doing research and texting Eddie random facts and thoughts instead of saying all the things on his mind. Or, 5 times Buck texts Eddie with weird trivia/thoughts and 1 time he send him something genuine (by accident).

Lucky I’m in love (with my best friend) by scarmaddiewrites (Future fic, Eddie Coming Back From Texas | 8K | Teen):

Chris and Eddie are coming back from Texas and Buck and Eddie share one brain cell.

🔥 i’m gonna marry him anyway by weewooforever (Friends to Fiancés | 10K | Teen):

4 times eddie’s elderly neighbor tells him he’s so lucky to have such a wonderful husband + the 1 time she tells buck. the only problem? they’re not actually married.

🔥 Atomic Spiral by ameliahart/ @melliehart (S8, Getting Together, Jealous Eddie | 13K | Explicit):

And Eddie’s not jealous, of course not, that’s Buck’s thing. He thinks wryly of Tommy and sprained ankles, and an embarrassing fondness fills his chest. Buck’s so— Buck, wholly and completely, and Eddie misses him, is all. But that’s not why he’s doing it, honest. These people don’t appreciate Buck for who he is, not the way Eddie does. He just wants the best for Buck, okay? *** Eddie brings Christopher home from Texas to find that in his absence, Buck’s started sleeping around. Eddie is completely normal about that. (Or, Eddie starts cockblocking Buck. Things escalate from there.)

Time is Running Out (I wanna play the game, I want the friction) by bewitched__bothered__bewildered/ @bewitchedbotherednbewildered (A/B/O AU, Secret Omega Eddie | 70K | Explicit):

Crouching down, Buck lifts the polaroid from the floor, ready to place it back in the photo album without thought, when a glint of metal catches his eye. Standing in the picture, waist-up, wearing nothing but a dog tag, Eddie’s side profile is visible with his hands on his stomach. His pregnant stomach. As subtle as possible, Buck slips the picture into his pocket as Chris and Eddie keep bickering with each other. “I, uh, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick,” and without waiting for either of them to say anything, Buck all but runs away from his best friend. His Omega best friend. Or, Alpha Buck spent the last few years at the 118 thinking Eddie was also an Alpha. Turns out, he’s not.

WIP

🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 19/? | 109K | Explicit):

In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path

🔥 Doe & a Drop of Golden Sun by ohstars/ @oh-stars (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck | 14? | 60K | Teen):

Buck doesn't mean to keep secrets from everyone, but he also can't talk about the pain he experiences on a day to day basis. With his nine-year-old living across the country and his custody limited to one monthly visit, Buck doesn't know how to share this part of himself. How does he tell his team of six years that he's had a kid this whole time? How does he tell his sister? How does he tell his Edd-- best friend? It's fine. The universe isn't going to give him a choice in the matter when the worst thing imaginable becomes his reality.

[avatar-anna]

Hiiii i thought of your young parents series today while scrolling through tik tok. An old clip came up from when Nickelodeon pranked them with that lady going into labor and Harry is like the most calm and attentive in it. Anyway I was like “ahhh and he would be if he had like a baby or was expecting one!” Also wanted to mention I love that series so much and often reread my favorite ones.

Young Dad! Harry Styles x Young Mom! Reader

bro this takes me baaaack😭

this prank definitely hits home for young dadrry, and zayn and louis definitely know that when they decide to pull the prank on the rest of the boys. poor baby h is just like wtf and grumpy afterwards. y/n just finds it hilarious:

"It's not funny."

Y/n, who held little Simone in her arms in their hotel room, tried not to laugh at her boyfriend, who was clearly annoyed at his friends' antics. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It's just—"

"What?"

"Did you really do the breathing exercises with her?"

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes, and this time Y/n did laugh.

It wasn't often that Harry got all pouty like this, and when he did, Y/n found it adorable. When she heard about the prank Louis and Zayn pulled, she wasn't surprised by the role Harry played in all of it. Of course he jumped into action when he thought a woman was going to labor. And of course he'd do everything he could to make the woman comfortable. Harry and Y/n had had a couple false labors before she eventually gave birth, and he was the one to help her breathe through her contractions and held her when every sitting position was uncomfortable.

"H, come here and hold your daughter. It'll make you feel better," Y/n said when her laughter subsided. Simone, who was playing with a strand of Y/n's hair, blinked at her parents innocently.

Harry, who could never resist holding Simone, softened a bit and stepped closer. The baby instinctively held out her little arms toward him, which melted any remaining embarrassment from his day. "Hi, baby," he cooed, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. "Missed you today. What did you and Mummy get up to while I was gone?"

"Well, we went for a walk on the beach, then we did a little shopping had some lunch at a cute little cafe, then we had to come back to the hotel because someone decided to spill their food all over themselves, and it was not me."

"Messy girl," Harry said, kissing his baby's cheek. "But thanks to you, I was ready to assist a woman in labor at a moment's notice, prank or not. Some might even say I was heroic."

Y/n rolled her eyes while Harry wasn't looking. "Yeah? And what does that make me for actually going into labor?"

"Babe, I was literally prepared to deliver a baby today."

"You almost fainted in the delivery room when I had Simone!"

"I've...matured since then," Harry said, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

That was a story Harry would take to his grave. The boys would give him hell if they found out, not that they would fare much better. He never actually passed out, but he did have to sit down at some point during the delivery. Let's just say it was something he would never forget.

For many reasons.

"Whatever you say, lover," Y/n mused, patting his cheek before heading into the bathroom for a shower.

"It did take me back," Harry said quietly a few hours later. Simone was asleep on his chest, and he didn't have the heart to move her into her crib. He was technically supposed to be in his own room soon, but he would sneak back in tomorrow morning before anyone from management noticed, and the boys would cover for him if they did.

Y/n, who laid beside him on the small hotel bed, brushed his hair away from his face. "I bet. Can you believe it's only been a few months?"

"It's already been a few months," Harry corrected, his hand soothing over Simone's back. There was a time when his hand covered her entire back; she was so small, and Harry was scared he might hurt her because of how delicate she was. And now it felt like she was growing too fast. He and Y/n could barely keep up with her as she grew out of her infant clothes. "Soon she'll be sitting up and crawling, then walking and talking, then going to college and getting into trouble."

"I think you missed a couple steps there," Y/n mused. "But yeah, I know what you mean."

"I'm scared I'm gonna miss all of it. Today reminded me that I wasn't even there to take you to the hospital when you went into labor. My mum had to drive you."

"But you were there when she was born, H," she reminded him. "You held my hand, you didn't complain when I squeezed it too tight. You got to cut the umbilical chord. And you'll be there for all the other milestones too. You're here. I gave you a choice a long time ago, and you chose us. Don't forget that."

"I suppose," Harry relented. He turned his head to the side to look at Y/n, careful not to move too much in case he woke up Simone. "I love you."

Y/n kissed him, cuddling into his side when she pulled away. "I love you too. Now, if you're up for it, I've thought of some ways to get back at Louis and Zayn."

Harry grinned. "I'm all ears."

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Cherri. Do you know what a door is.”

Cherri Bomb: “Uhh, yeah duh?”

Vaggie: “Do you know WHERE the door is.”

Cherri Bomb: “Girl it’s like right over there, next to the-”

Vaggie: “-the giant gaping HOLE you just made in the hotel wall again? That hole, the one you made in THAT wall?”

Cherri Bomb: “You’re gonna get prissy about my bomb-badass-stic entrance again aren’t you.”

Vaggie: “Me? No, never. Why would I care about you blowing up my home every other day.”

Cherri Bomb: “Well Pentious said-”

Vaggie: “The dead guy up in heaven has nothing to worry about anymore, other than heaven. But if you don’t stop blowing up the hotel it’s gonna start getting prissy by falling down on us.”

Cherri Bomb: “Then it’s a kinda shit hotel isn’t it?”

Vaggie: “...is my eye twitching, Cherri.”

Cherri Bomb: “Like crazy. Why.”

Vaggie: “Run.”

-

Charlie: “Ugghhh… heey guyyys…im baaaack from the stupid heaven meeting thing at the stupid heaven consulate thingy… I-”

Charlie: “What the- who put a hole here?”

Charlie: “And why HERE?? The front door two feet to the left!”

Cherri Bomb: (running over) “-THEATER GIRL THANK FUCK-”

Charlie: “Cherri. Cherri’s here, of course there’s a new hole in the wall.” (sighs)

Cherri Bomb: “-HELP ME-!!”

Charlie: “Hi Cherri.”

Cherri Bomb: (running away) “-GO GET YOUR GIRL BEFORE SHE KILLS ME-”

Charlie: “My girl? But she doesn’t kill sinners anymore-?”

Vaggie: (in pursuit with spear) “-YES I DO-”

Niffty: (chasing both) "KILL KILL KILL!"

Charlie: “Vaggie?”

Vaggie: (stops) “Hi babe."

Niffty: "Aww." (faceplants)

Vaggie: "Welcome home. Everything's fine. Husk has a drink waiting at the bar.” (smooches gf) “Twelve more laps around the hotel and I’ll stop chasing her and be ready for our post-meeting commiseration snuggles, I promise.”

Charlie: “Okay! Have fun.” (hugs) “I’ll make sure Husk has a drink waiting for you too.”

Vaggie: “Thank you. Love you. One sec.”

Vaggie: (sprinting) “AS A FRIEND OF ANGEL DUST’S YOU GOTTA LIKE HOLES IN PEOPLE, RIGHT CHERRI?”

Niffty: "YESS" (scuttling after her) "STAB STAB STAB!!!"

Cherri Bomb: “GRIL QUIT HUNTING ME FOR SPORT! WHAT KINDA HELLISH HOTEL IS THIS!?”

Niffty: "BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOOD!!!"

Vaggie: “IT’S HOLY AS HELL HOTEL, THANKS TO YOU!”

Charlie: (smiling) “Ahhh… home sweet home~”

Husk: “It’s fucked up you’re not even being sarcastic when you say shit like that.”

[hells-wasabii]

Oh I have an idea! What about Velvette’s girlfriend meeting the other Vees for the first time?

A/N: I'm baaaack. Sorry for the sudden hiatus everybody, life got crazy and I just haven't had the time to write like i did when I started. Hopefully that'll change soon cuz there's still like 90 reqs in my inbox that I plan on writing. If I manage to get back down to a more reasonable number I may reopen reqs. but for now, here's some Velvette. A fair warning, though, I personally feel that this one is a little dialogue heavy, but hopefully yall enjoy it nonetheless

Character: Velvette

Type: Drabble (Velvette x fem!reader introducing gf to the Vee's, Fluff)

The initial pleasantries were out of the way, introductions and the like. It had gone well enough, you supposed, at least that part was over with. As bad as it sounded, you were thankful. Maybe you might actually survive the night after all.

“You know, darling, you’re quite the looker, have you ever considered a career in the film industry?” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, chuckling nervously before the overlords, because what the hell were you supposed to say to that? What the hell have you gotten yourself into? 

Velvette, who stood to your right, shot Valentino a sharp glare. A warning. There sure had been plenty of those tonight already, hadn’t there? The first of the night had been your own.

The influencer had told you what to expect before you had even set foot in Vee Tower. When your girlfriend had invited you to meet the rest of the Vee’s you had initially been unsure. Yeah, you knew Velvette already, the self-proclaimed backbone, the other two surely couldn’t be that, bad right?

“So…” Vox started, a serious expression settling upon his screen as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What are your intentions with our dear Velvette?”

Okay, so that’s where the night was going. Great. Maybe you’d been wrong, but all things considered, it genuinely felt as if you were meeting her parents. They had been surprisingly casual so far, but the trio of overlords had a reputation for being unpredictable, so that could really change at any minute, you realized. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you sputtered in response. Shit, you’d expected the other two overlords to be intimidating, but definitely not like this.

Velvette was quick to respond, slamming a not-so-subtle heel into his foot. The video star let out a yelp, electricity crackling around his screen as he glitched before pulling his leg away as though to defend it from further assault. 

The Vee’s truly were something else, you decided as the tall moth demon continued with another playful gibe.

“Oh no, Voxy, if anything we should be more worried about Velv’s little girlfriend here.” Valentino grinned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, you inhaled sharply as you were pulled closer. “Is she treating you well, doll?”

“Of course she is.” You couldn’t help it, really. The words rolled off your tongue before you could think better of it. Velvette raised an eyebrow as a lazy smirk Oh there was no doubt in your mind that the influencer would tease you endlessly later.  The way that Velvette flashed you a lazy smirk made your stomach do a little flip. With flushed cheeks, you cleared your throat while the television demon across from you barked out a laugh.

“You can relax, we’re not gonna bite. Why don’t we sit down and you tell us about yourself?” Vox began, though a smirk overtook his welcoming smile as he went on to tease the youngest overlord further. “We’ve already heard so much from Velvette, but I’d much rather hear about you without all the mushy shit.” 

“Oh for fucks sake, what happened to actually behaving yourselves tonight?” the influencer groaned, though there was no real venom to her words. This prompted another chuckle from the other overlords, you even found yourself stifling a laugh.

“Oh my dear we are behaving.” Though the grin on Valentino’s smug face suggested otherwise. You watched as the three continued going back and forth as you were led to a lounge Despite her protests, Velvette was clearly at ease. This was going to be an interesting night, you thought as a fond smile took to your lips.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

I'm baaaack! And I've got a good request for you my lovely!

So you know the videos where the guys go for surgery or dental work and they come out high as a kite and don't remember that they're in a relationship? And there's a mega hottie sitting beside them looking after them which either goes "back off lady I'm happily taken" or "Holy shit you're so beautiful! The most gorgeous thing I've seen". Then the woman reveals that they're their significant other and the guys stare at them and are either dumbstruck, get a big goofy grin and childlike excitement or their heart beat on the monitor increases suddenly?

Yeah, that. With the usual top 5 of Batman's hotties...baddies...I said what I said

Anaesthesia

Scarecrow: You were helping Jonathan as he woke up from his anaesthetic. After a few minutes of ensuring he was comfortable, you giggled at his expression, like he found the coddling ludicrous. He smirked at your laugh. "You..." He wagged a finger at your face. "...you are very tempting." You lowered his hand gentlly, squeezing his hand. "I am?" You asked. "Ohhhh very much." He grinned. "That's so sweet of you." You smiled. "Oh don't get excited. I'm not available." He said. "You're in a relationship?" You asked feigning surprise but your smile remained. "I am." He replied smoothly. You decided to press a little more. "Do you like it?" "Being in a relationship?" He asked. "Yes." "I like being in a relationship with (Y/N). I don't care for relationships any other time. They're the exception." You giggled and kissed his cheek. "Do you not recognise me, baby?"

The Riddler: "Welcome back, gorgeous. Even under anesthesia, you're a cutie." You smiled. Being Edward, he had a response, though slurred which ruined the factly tone. "Of course, your hormones are drawn to me. I am one of the more superior in our species. Or as one would say, i'm a catch." You smiled. "I do think you'd be nice to look at." "So are you." Compliments didn't come easy to him get in his state, they tumbled out loosely. "Am i?" You grinned, running a finger to and down his forearm. "My partner is prettier." You wanted to laugh but tried to hold it back. "Is that so?" He added quickly. "Because my partner isn't blurry." You burst into laughter. "I'd hope not." His heart rate monitor reading elevated upon hearing the giggle. "I'm (Y/N). I'm your partner."

Two-Face: He had started rambling as he woke up. Harv' was silent. Only Harvey was talking. "I've been married." He announced. You already knew that. "Yeah? How did that go?" You knew that too but figured you'd act interested. "It was good...until it was bad. She left me." He said and you hummed "Yikes." He spoke again. "It's all good now though I found another one. As gorgeous as you are, I'm very happy with that partner and may actually be the love of my life. So I'm off the market, sweetcheeks." You giggled. "I'm jealous. They're very lucky." He shook his head. "I'm the lucky one." "Is Harv' alright?" You asked, stroking his hair. "I'd say so." She pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Thanks, gorgeous." He said, his pet name for you. You smiled. "Are you remembering who I am?" He nodded slightly. Then Harv' gruffed out. "We fuckin' hate hospitals."

Black Mask: When he woke up, he stared at you for a long time. "You're cute." He finally murmured. You smiled. "Thank you. So are you." "Are you single?" He asked and you hummed in amusement. "No." "Boyfriend?" He asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Fancy a new one?" He slurred. "I'm quite happy with him." You smiled. "Baby, I'm rich. I guarantee I'm better than your man." His coment made you laugh and couldn't keep quiet. "Sweetie, you're my man." You said rubbing and massaging his shoulder. "I am?" You dont think you ever heard Roman so surprised and uncertain. You giggled. "Yes." He reached out and grasped at your arm. "Do me a favour." "Okay." You nodded, expecting him to ask you to do something to make him more comfortable. "Remind me to marry the hell out of you." You laughed immediately. "I'll do my best." His grip tightened. "No, say you will." You nodded. "I will."

Mad Hatter: His eyes lit up upon seeing you, filled with excitement. He gasped, his heart rate picking up immediately. "You're the pretty one!" He exclaimed. "I am?" You smiled. "Alice!" He cried excitedly. "(Y/N)." You corrected him. "Same thing." He giggled. Most times, they were the same. His hand came up and stroked her cheek with his index finger lovingly. "Pretty one..." His grin widened. "My pretty one." He emphasised the word 'my', cheekily letting you know he recognised you. "Oh, catching on, are we?" You smiled playfully, and he giggled. "Just relax, sweetheart. You're alright." Jervis reached for you, and you took his hand, holding it tightly and kissing his fingers. He angled his head further toward you, and you rested your head against his.

[4thwallbreakerdraws2]

SPOILERS: SILENCE OF THE CATS

Just watched the MOVIE CHAT I AM NOT NORMAL

First of all: Mr. WPNZ and Karen have just become two of my fav characters of the whole series.

I love the deadbeat dad trope and was so expecting a “I’m leaving you and I’m taking the kids” scene WHAT I DIDNT EXPECT WAS WPNZ DOING IT THO LMAO

But hey at least she got the kiddos back at the end

Am I normal about the Mr Puzzles and Mr WPNZ team up u ask? NUH UH , NUH UHHH IM ACTUALLY FREAKING OUT OVER HERE WDYM HES BACK

hes back

HES BAAAACK I SCREAM LIKE MANIAC

A living weapon and a living TV teaming up ausjsk

Usually I would say Puzzles is trying to manipulate WPNZ into this “friendship”, but I think he’s actually genuine this time given his last arc and him probably still not being over Leggy

But man this introduction to his comeback gave me flashbacks to his first appearance

SO SO HYPED TO SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING

Also yeah Mr WPNZ is coming to the RTV AU and even possibly the Admin Au!

I already have ideas for him so stay tuned hehehe

[tinycheesecakedetective]

...I'm baaaack.

I mean, I made one post about Swap!PV and then got distracted for months, so I wouldn't really call this a comeback. The moment I did come back though, apparently a bunch of lore just fell from the sky! Beast Yeast is upon us and all of a sudden I remember making an alt. version of this goober.

Turns out there were a few things I wasn't satisfied with in the first one, so here I am with my Swap!Vanilla 2.0 human edition! Even after all this time I still don't have a name for him. There's more white in his design, he has four horns instead of two and they form a crown on his head(that might be a bit hard to see), he also has a halo, his staff changed drastically, and he lost his soul gem. Instead he has two new smaller gems on his "ribcage".

This time around I tried to invoke more death themes, hence the ribcage, more wrappings, the halo, and the burn marks from, y'know, being re-baked and essentially reborn. The halo also makes for a nice double meaning, showing his somewhat good intentions behind the violence and spreading chaos gig.

Speaking of intentions, I maybe or maybe not have mentioned the only swaps happening in this proposed AU are between PV and WL and [possibly] Black Raisin and Red Velvet. I say maybe because if I checked, all the writing would disappear and I would have to start over again. However, I have wondered if those two swapped, how would PV handled the kingdoms? Would it be the same as DE or would the fates of each kingdom end up being swapped as well? It's something I definitely need to think on and develop.

Anyways, ramble break, here's a few doodles I did for Swap!PV!

Yeah, I had a lot of fun doing this. SO! A few changes not mentioned prior. Eyes! There are more eyes, especially on his coat. I took a bit of inspiration from a certain blue jester and his realm of nightmares. It also plays nicely with the whole "truth revealed" theme. Why not give the holder of the light of truth a bunch of opened eyes to represent his awakening? Also they looked good and his cape-coat was too plain without it.

Fun Head Canons: He's always floating, even when he's relaxing his feet never touch the floor. This PV still has a lily garden, it's just hidden away because while he still misses WL despite everything, he refuses to show weakness in front of others. His coat can take the shape of angel wings when angry and multiple eyes can appear when furious or in distress. Speaking of eyes, the ones on his coat glow. Those gems on him are pieces of moonstone that got corrupted after saving him.

As for the story behind him, I had to make a few adjustments. For one, DE and WL are two halves of the same whole, and the only reason either of them exists is thanks to precautions taken by Elder Faerie. Which means Pure Vanilla somehow has to get the stuff from Lily, who came to Beast Yeast without saying much of anything to anyone beforehand. Secondly, it means the Pure Vanilla Kingdom can't be the last kingdom explored. Pre Beast Yeast, the order in which the kingdoms would be explored would change, where White Lily's area would be explored first instead and the Vanilla Kingdom would be last. I'll address the second issue on a different post related to White Lily, but first things first. Fair warning, I wrote quite a bit.

~~~

After forming the seal, White Lily falls ill due to the immense amount of power used. She's not used to using so much of her soul gem, much less creating a seal to lock away ancient evils. Seeing her faltering state, Elder Faerie takes her away to his palace to help her recover. During her time in the palace, White Lily becomes distressed because not only does she feel like she's being a burden, but she won't be able to continue her research on how cookies were made. That was the whole point of coming here, after all. She left her friends and home behind to find the truth and ended up sick and bed ridden instead. The least she could do to redeem herself was to find the truth.

Racked with guilt and regret, she asks Elder Faerie for two favors; she wishes to know the secret behind cookies' creation, and she requests a pen and paper to write with. Before long, White Lily gains a messenger(Silverbell) who gives her books from the library to read, and a way to reach the one other person she understands. Someone who should've known where she was most of all. Pure Vanilla Cookie.

From there the two keep exchanging letters as White Lily brushes up on fae and beast lore. But eventually White Lily would learn about the Night of the Witches in a similar enough way to canon, i.e. finding the book about it. While she's recovered enough, she's still not well enough to go, and Elder Faerie isn't risking her well being and safety for a banquet. She's devastated that her questions may never be answered. If only she could go, if only there was some way to witness it while being in the Fairy Kingdom. And then... she realizes something. Perhaps there is a way for her to know after all...

White Lily, in the discomfort of her hospital bed, writes a letter to Pure Vanilla and asks him to go to the Witch's Banquet in her place. She knows that this is a huge ask, and he has every reason to refuse the favor, but it would mean the world to her if he did. Elder Faerie hears about this and is rightfully worried, telling her about the dangers, and any cookie that goes doesn't come back the same, if at all. He sends his own letter to Pure Vanilla to warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. A few more letters come in from WL apologizing for her request, saying it was out of line and inappropriate. "What a selfish request," she thinks, "after leaving him in the dark for so long, I have the nerve to ask him for anything at all?"

However, despite everything, he eventually decides to go. He knows that this means everything to her, and a part of Pure Vanilla secretly wondered about it as well. White Lily searched heaven and earth to find the truth so she could help others. Why would he keep avoiding it for so long? If he knew the truth as well, perhaps he could use these secrets to help the people of Earthbread alongside her. Maybe now he would finally understand White Lily more.

He wrote a letter addressed to both WL and EF about his final decision. White Lily is surprised at his decision, and is eternally grateful, while Elder Faerie is more resigned and concerned, knowing that he won't be able to change his mind but still wanting to help. He asks her to help write her next letter, and the two send a package to Pure Vanilla. Inside was another letter with the faint smell of lilies, as well as a map to the location of the banquet and a moonstone from Elder Faerie as a show of goodwill and for protection. He in turn sends what would become his final letter to her, unbeknownst to the two reading. He expresses his gratefulness to both WL and EF and declares his determination to find answers both for her and for the sake of everyone, stating, "Let me be your hope when you have none, and you my guiding light in shadows..."

Pure Vanilla proceeds to head to the Witch's Banquet, discovers the bitter truth, and in his attempts to save the other cookies falls into the ultimate dough. The fleeting scent of lilies is the last thing he grasps in his final moments, and the faint glow of a moonstone ensures his survival. His soul gem shatters under the weight of the truth and is scattered across the world, longing to be made whole once again.

~~~

Well! I think I have said everything I can say about him for now. I'm sure I can come up with more things later, but if you read this far, thanks for reading! I did not know I was going to say this much, so yeah. Next post is for White Lily specifically, I hope. I'm also taking suggestions for ideas about the other kingdoms and ways this could go, so if you have anything to suggest, let me know. Y'all have a good evening!

[brujc]

TBHK122 (spoilers!) 🌕🧪

I loved this chapter. When I say loved I mean LOVED-

Starting off strong with Hanako! Long time no see~

And professor Yugi. I fear he totally mogged Hanako. Scrumptious art, amazing colors and it gives off such a vibe y'know? With the blue and green scheme, tentacles (that are hella cool omg) and chemistry them it looks amazing! Professor Yugi veeery different from Hanako and I just love everything that revolves around him!

These two illustration are so mystery-ish. Like with the window and clock behind them it makes it look like they're straight out from a detective game? Reminds me of really early tbhk, I missed this!

*********

Anyway back onto the chapter!

Let's say I'm super happy with what we got this month! To be honest, I think that getting a bit of a pause in the story was the best thing they could've happened. Like getting a bit of time to rest and prepare for what's to come and most importantly getting some focus on our protagonist's train of thoughts!!

Focusing on Nene alone is super interesting since she was kinda on the sidelines in the previous chapters and with all the crazy stuff that happened and all the responsibility falling on her shoulders... Seeing her processing everything was really needed.

Getting this scene? I was soooo HAPPY. Her just being helpless for a moment cuz she's been holding it to stay strong for so long.

She's just a normal person in the end, with everyone's lives on her shoulders, a task to accomplish when she doesn't know how and above everything she's all by herself this time. She always had someone to rely on before, but not anymore. No one to guide her. No one to save her. No one by her side. So she breaks down and god yeah how I wanted to see this! I'm literally crying tears of joy.

TSU.CHI.GO.MO.RI IS BAAAACK. Him being the one to appear and offer reassurance to Nene during this "break" in the course of events is really peak. Cuz y'know, maybe it's just me but teachers always have something reassuring about them. Like they're adults and I guess having an adult with you makes you feel safe? It's like...they're supposed to have control on any situation (or rather give off this impression), and handle stuff you can't when you're a kid(?) And Tsuchigomori is just the kind of teacher that gives off vibes that make you feel safe and makes you look...out of the frame and think of what you can do instead of how you can't??? Idk if I make sense lol. So yeah having this kind of calm character running into Nene when she's in such a difficult situation is amazing.

Her having a hard time accepting Hanako's fate in this timeline is so...on point. She doesn't want to think about it. She won't accept that the person Hanako got to become in the future murdered her friends. Not Hanako. Not the playful boy she could always rely on. Not the one person that made true love bloom in her heart for the first time.

She doesn't know everything, so she probably doesn't know the person she confronted in the red house isn't exactly who Amane grew up to be (if we're assuming professor Yugi isn't aware at 100% of what he's doing/ possessed or at least not in the "right" state of mind). So she probably just thinks Hanako becomes this and she's horrified..

Nene at the start not recognizing "Yugi Amane" as her Hanako

Her recognizing him as the same person as "Hanako"

Okay fuck this shit is so confusing I probably don't make any sense to y'all idk wich terms to use for wich amane I'm taking about cuz they are way too many versions of them

Anyway

Tsuchigomori reconforting Nene was amazingggg. Doesn't pry too just offers confort, did exactly what Nene needed here.

(also Nene mentions that she doesn't recall having cocoa in this room?? Could it be an addition made for Professor Yugi?)

Tsuchigomori learning Amane's old tricks?? I'm exploding from happiness (always longed to see a friendship between Tsuchi and Amane not as mysteries but teachers and I got fed so well this chapter)

What a sweet guy. He looked so happy...i want to see more professor Yugi now :(

Nene getting feeling calmed, amazing.

Perfect conclusion to this small Nene-focused break! I can't wait to see her in action with the clock keepers!!!

[leggerefiore]

cw: period mentions, afab reader, short drabble

pairing: Lear/Reader

It was a beautiful day on Pasio, like most other days on the artificial island. Lear had been quite certain that it would be visually stunning at any time of the day, but the afternoon was when the sun shined in its full glory. The routine of many of your days was travelling with the prince and his retainers as he went about his various duties. Every other time, it was fine. Breaks were provided; meals were scheduled, but this time… You felt yourself exhausted than usual before a pain suddenly set in your abdomen.

Your arms wrapped around your torso, and you began trailing behind the prince and his entourage. They seemed lost in a discussion about how an event was doing alongside possible new ideas that your distance went unnoticed. The cramps only grew worse as you closed your eyes. The painkillers you had taken… They already should have been in effect, so this was stronger than the effect of them. You supposed it was probably the exercise paired with your lack of sleep last night. Finally, you entirely broke away from them to sit on a bench within the confines of the city. Your body was tormenting you as it liked to do. The anatomy you were born with was simply unfair in this aspect.

It was only a few minutes later, a loud voice called your name and marched over. Lear had noticed your vanishing. Rachel and Sawyer were right behind him. They all seemed worried, but the prince was mixed in with his usual temperament. “Hmph. What are you doing?” he huffed and placed his hand on his hips, “I was worried when I called out to you and was left with no reply. If you had needed a break, you should have asked.” Your mood really was not in the best place for his usual manner. While you certainly loved the prince – of that you had no doubt – you were not in a mental area to handle his badgering well. Not with the pain.

Looking past him at Rachel, you knew she could tell. The purple-haired woman awkwardly rubbed her head before approaching Lear. “Heeeey,” she spoke, “They should, like, be brought baaaack to the villa. Today doesn't seem like a good day for them.” The prince was frustrated by her intervention. He turned to her with a frown.

“And how can you tell? That is my partner,” he shook his head, “If they are experiencing any problems, I would have been alerted.” You groaned and leaned over again. It was so annoying. Yeah, you often told him when you were on your period, but he could be so annoying about it. He acted like you were dying and incapable of doing anything. While being left to just relax for the few days was nice, it was more so the fact that he disliked you leaving his quarters at all. Rachel shifted awkwardly. Lear seemed to get the hint and turned his attention back to you. Red danced across his cheeks. “Are you…” He realised, “Hoopa!” His hand went for the pokeball on him. You threw your head back.

Great, he was panicking. It was clear that despite his extensive education, a certain topic had gone unexplored for various reasons. Rachel shook her head. You knew she would not intervene any further. Sawyer just awkwardly shifted in the back. He was not really comfortable with this stuff. You protested, saying you just needed to rest for a moment, but Lear was not listening. “You should have told me this morning,” he mumbled, “You don't need to push yourself!” The psychic type escaped its ball and let out a cry. You groaned. He was not leaving you alone today. Part of why you even attempted to keep up was wanting to be with him for a while. Standing up, you hugged the prince brazenly. Lear tensed as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don't leave me…” You mumbled sadly. He was completely frozen at your words. Silence permeated for a moment. Sawyer looked away, while Rachel seemed to pretend her attention was elsewhere. Hoopa watched you both with a giggle. Lear shifted before his arms came around you.

“… Hoopa, warp us both back to my quarters,” he sighed, “Sawyer! Rachel! Attend to the rest of my duties for me. Anything that directly requires me will be postponed until tomorrow.” Their attention came back as they both agreed to his orders. Hoopa obliged his request, using a hoop to warp you both back to his room. You almost gratefully crashed against the bed. Lear trailed over to remove some of his layers. His coat was folded and put away alongside his vest and shoes. His sunglasses were put down, too. You quickly scrambled to find some pyjamas in his other room of a closet. When you returned, he was lying on the bed waiting for you.

Hoopa had joined you both, sitting and snacking on some sweets that Lear kept around just for it. You craved some yourself. Getting on the bed, you watched his attention shift from documents in his hands to you. “… Darling,” he shook his head as you cuddled up to him. Resting your head on his chest, you listened to his heartbeat. The scent of his cologne was on your nose. A bare hand gently came to stroke your hair. “… Tell me next time. I dislike pushing you,” he simply said, “Rachel has mentioned that I'm too over-the-top about it, so I'm willing to listen to your needs this time.”

A relieved sigh left you. Maybe the woman had your back more than you thought. For now, at least, all you wanted was his presence, which he was glad to give to you.