#Rare butterfly (core)

[dtccompendium]

Episode 203: The Black Wings of Icarus (Part 1)

Mouri takes Ran and Conan to an inn in the mountains for two reasons. One: So that he can try their local beer. And Two: So that he can watch a Yoko Okino special that’s only being broadcast in that area. Apparently the only employees of the inn are the manager, the chef, and the two creepy twin maids from the cursed caterpillar knife mask mansion. Things quickly go sour when Cheese-san arrives. She’s an ugly actress with a bad attitude. She runs around being mean to everybody, including her husband, and says that she hates the mountains, and the soup, and pretty much everything else. When everyone stares at her like she’s a freak, she says she bets they wish she wasn’t there, and screams, “Fine, I’ll just go die!” Shockingly, she doesn’t die that night. The following morning, her husband and her manager go fishing while the hotel manager, the chef, Ran, and Conan all go to the plateau. A rare butterfly dies on the inn manager's shirt. When they get home, Cheese-san is found hanged in her bedroom.

Best Quotes:

Conan: “The soup is really tasty.”

Cheese-san: “I’ve never had soup as bad as this! Are you really a chef?”

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: gn reader, non - con, kidnapping (hinted)

He's awfully gentle - and perhaps that's what you hate about him the most. The way your tears reduce him to a shell of a man, the way he holds you tenderly, like glass about to shatter from the wind. The way he looks at you - like you're the only person in his small grey world that's made of moving, breathing flesh and fragile breakable bones and splash of incoherent colour all over your cheeks. The way his irises move with feral speed when the ring on your sharp, barking laugh fills the stuffy mold - infested air with life, and his heart all but throbs out of his chest when you push him away.

He holds you at night through the nightmares and the screams, refusing to let go as you fight with all your might to break free, but it's pointless. He knows you - he's studied you, every creek and curve, every dream and fright, every single thing that makes your being tick and purr and surrender. He speaks your language, despite your best efforts to remain hidden, to remain a mystery, he's managed to slice through the protective shield of your psyche, of your most intimate fears, and he's made himself at home in your arms.

It's odd - perverse even, you realize in rare moments of rationale, how used you are now to waking up with his warmth inside of you, nested neatly between your folds; whispering soft little nothings in your flushed ear. Keeping you at the realm between sweet dreams and bitter reality, making you question every fluttering touch, every butterfly kiss against your throat. You're not sure what's real anymore, hot, throbbing pressure pulsating in the middle of your core, the honey nectar dripping down your thighs, back arching in a pleasure - fueled spasm so erratic you're left breathless. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, followed by guilt - ridden shame in a ruthless cycle you have no hope of escaping anymore.

To think it used to be different all those months ago when he first took you in. You would scratch and bite, kicking at will - acting as crazy as possible in hopes he'd find you too difficult to keep. But alas, his gaze never hardened, lips mouthing words of adoration in respond to your countless insults.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you, y-you - you maniac!" You'd hiss through clenched teeth, sweat forming under your brows as your whole body stiffened before his naked figure hovering over you, strong muscled arms keeping you close to his chest in an awkward mockery of a hug.

"Shh, I know you're scared, my love." He'd caress your hair softly, running his fingers through your wet messy locks, cooing as if you're a cornered animal. "I know you're frightened, but I am not going to hurt you, precious. I love you more than you could possibly imagine. You don't know how long I've dreamt of embracing you." He'd press hot, feverish kisses down your collarbone, stroking your numb fingers until you eventually unclenched your fists. "Just like that, you're doing so good for me, angel, so fucking beatiful for me, just lay back and let me show how much I adore you."

You'd relax your hips slowly, keeping your eyes fixed to the ceiling - yielding to the inevitable, yet making a last pitiful attempt to hide the growing heat between your legs.

"You're so perfect, angel." He'd say, slowly undressing you. "I need to feel you against me. I hope you can forgive me one day - but here, before you, I am just a man. Without you my life would lose all meaning, I can't let you go. Forgive me. Love me, please."

And somehow deep within your heart, you wonder if you truly can.

[f1fnatic]

SOUL TIED ⤿ c. leclerc 16

→ ( in which. . . ) you, a firm believer in soulmates, find 'the one' though he doesn't believe in soulmates himself.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written

→ ( pairing. . . ) charles leclerc x reader gender not specified

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) none!

→ ( author's note. . . ) had this idea brewin in my mind for a while. thought it would be fun to write about a soulmate believer and a soulmate denier. hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

you were a strong believer in soulmates. twin flames, soul ties, and the red string theory were a few you lived by. but, lately, you began to think that you would never find yours.

it hurt you deep in your heart seeing those around you fall deeply in love with their other halves, while you were stuck on the sidelines, waiting till yours came around. you wanted to scream and yell at the universe, blaming whatever higher power for the many failed relationships you have endured. it was like a stake was being plunged through your chest every time you saw healthy relationships. everyone had their person, so why didn't you have yours?

at the beginning, you were hopeful. thinking that your current boyfriend was the one. though, as time went on, you became less and less hopeful. you yearned to feel that strong connection of love, to feel your heart physically skip a beat and your palms get sweaty. to have butterflies flutter in your core each time you made eye contact. you needed your person. you wanted your person.

some nights you lay awake, restless and staring at the ceiling, wondering what your soulmate would look like. would they be taller than you? have blue, green, or brown eyes? blond or black hair; maybe no hair at all?

you were tired of the endless cycle; find a man, fall in love, find out he's not 'the one', and break it off. time was a cruel thing, and it was laughing in your face.

charles never really understood the infatuation others had toward soulmates. he never was able to wrap his head around the fact that people would dictate their relationships by whether or not their partner was 'the one.'

sure, charles might've been a little bit of a playboy. it didn't help that his exes were almost all a part of the same friend group. he couldn't help himself, they were all stunning. and, who wouldn't want to date an f1 driver?

if he was being honest with himself, which is a rare occasion, then he would admit that yes, he was getting upset that he couldn't maintain a long-term relationship. he was fed up with starting relationships and then ending them almost a year later.

truly, it was starting to affect his work life. he started to become spacy during team meetings, wasn't performing well in the car, and would give short answers during interviews.

charles wanted to curse at time and blame it for never giving him enough of it. he was getting desperate, he wanted to find his person.

somehow, by some higher power, or by just plane luck, you won tickets to the monaco grand prix. to say you were ecstatic would be an understatement, you were over the moon. you had been following f1 for a while, since you were a kid actually. you remember watching the concerningly fast cars went around the seemingly endless circle with your father. if he was still around, you definitely would have taken him with you.

charles nerve's were through the roof. yet another home race, yet more expectations to live up to. there was something special about a home race, but in the moment, charles couldn't think of one good reason about his home race being special. there wasn't an f2 feature race, so his brother wouldn't be watching. his mom got a sudden influx of customers at her salon, and lorenzo was with charlotte for a vacation.

standing in the starting strip was a surreal experience. never would you have thought you would be standing where the metal machines would be in an hours time. the area was bustling with bodies. celebrities, media personnel, drivers, and their respective teams were all around you. things were loud. you could barely hear yourself think. the ferrari cap on your head stood out against the dark navy blue of redbull. ferrari was a few rows back while redbull was at the front.

charles' mind was racing. so many thoughts at such a fast speed cycling through his brain. he was attempting to make his way to his car so he could complete his pre-race warm-up with his trainer, but he kept getting stopped. fans and interviewers wanting a moment of his time. he was heavily tempted to say no, but that wouldn't be good for his pr officer. so, he stayed. eventually though, he had to excuse himself. or rather, his trainer grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to his car to finish preparing for the race.

in the bustle of everything, you failed to hear the shouts of a certain driver's name. that is until a body collided with yours and two pairs of arms wrapped themselves like snakes around your waist. your cap was knocked off of your head and stolen before you could say anything. you turned to look at who kept you from falling and your heart immediately quickened. butterflies fluttered deep in your stomach and hands started to get clammy.

stunning hazel eyes lock onto yours. a hot pink blush began to run from your neck to your cheeks. brown hair perfectly complimented his features. a bright smile creeping onto his mouth. this was him, you could feel it. you didn't know why, but he, he was your soulmate.

charles didn't know the feeling blooming in his chest. but the moment he bumped into you, a million sparks erupted like fireworks throughout his body. it was like he was engulfed in eternal sunshine. he loved it, he wanted more of it.

mere seconds felt like hours, days even, of just the two of you standing there. the crowd disappeared. the track cleared, it was just you and the ferrari driver. you were too stunned to speak, and it seemed as though charles was as well.

he had never seen someone so beautiful. he felt a breath trapped in his throat, struggling to get out. the way your eyes stared at him through your long eyelashes made him want to crumble to the floor. much to his dismay, charles was harshly snapped back to reality when a hand slapped him on the back, making him remove his hands from your waist.

a faint pout settled on your lips, the warmth of his large hands lingering. he politely excused himself with a smile, explaining that he had to continue preparing for the race. you smiled back, understanding the rush to resume his tasks.

as charles turned to walk away, the warm feeling that bloomed in his chest was now wilting into a bitter cold. he was disappointed that he didn't try to make a short conversation with you, maybe ask for your number to keep in touch as he knew he would most likely never see you again.

you watched his retreating figure weave in and out of the mob of people. disappointment settled heavy in your stomach. the pout on your lips deepened as he got further and further away. you cursed yourself for not saying anything, being too starstruck to speak.

walking away with a heavy heart and even heavier feet, you make your way to the ferrari hospitality. the race was about to start, meaning that hopefully, charles would finally win his home race. you were rooting for him, truly. especially after your little run-in on the start-stop line.

after the race ended with a historic p1 result from charles, you managed to find yourself below the podium. seeing charles stand so proudly as his anthem blared made you smile.

suddenly while he was looking around, he locked eyes with you. at first you thought he was looking at his team who was just in front of you, but then he pointed at you, smiled and waved. a blush made its way to your face.

after the podium celebrations concluded, someone in ferrari gear approached you asking you to come with them. nerves radiated throughout your body, why would a ferrari personnel want you? they lead you through the garage and into the back by the drivers room. they then knocked on charles' door and left. you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

soft shuffling was heard on the other side of the door then it swung open, revealing the podium sitter that made you blush beyond recognition.

charles didn't know what came over him, one second he was on the podium pride swimming around him and the next asking his pr manager to find you. he knew it was silly, but he couldn't help it. you were beautiful.

that same feeling came back to him once he saw you standing in the doorway. he felt like a schoolboy.

"hi." charles sighed out. he wasn't really sure where to start, i mean, what much could you have in common?

"hi." you respond simply. a confused expression sat on your face, what on earth were you doing here?

a very awkward silence sat suspended in the air. you hugged yourself, a protective gesture that charles picked up on. he dropped his hands to his side, trying to open up the failing conversation.

thoughts were running through your mind. a nagging feeling clawed at you. you knew this was 'the one,' so why was it so unbelievably awkward?

"listen," charles starts, left hand out in front of him and his right rubbing the nape of his neck, "i know this may seem crazy, but when we bumped into each other before the race, i got a feeling that i haven't been able to shake away." he looks up to you trying to gauge your reaction.

you nodded before saying, "i know what you mean."

relief flushes over his body. his mind came to a slowing stop, he was glad you knew what he was talking about.

"i've been a stong believer in soulmates since i was a little kid and when you caught me, i don't know how to explain it, but it felt like the universe was telling me 'this is the one.'" you express. a blush began to creep up your neck, slightly dusting your cheeks in pink.

charles looked away shyly. you had described exactly how he felt when he prevented you from falling on the track. it felt nice how quick you were to understand, he was sure he sounded like a broken record.

"well then," he says "you care if i get you a new cap?"

whoop another fic done and dusted! trying to make a dent in all of my drafts :') anyways, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[yuusishi]

Could I request headcanons of Ace, Silver, and Lilia being called their partner's whole universe?

. . . universe in my hands

pairings : Ace Trappola , Silver , Lilia Vanrouge

genre : fluff

cws/tws : none

a/n : struggling with extreme fatigue and a possible food poisoning with a side of a lung infection rn but we’re fighting we’re thriving. I also wrote this while dazed as fuck in a mall so if some things sound weird it’s cuz of that 🔥🔥

ACE TRAPPOLA !!

oh he’s teasing you for that that’s for sure.

“I’m your whole universe, huh? When did ya get all sappy 🤥” then proceeding to pinch your cheeks.

He’s giggling kicking his feet in his dorm room after he comes back (Deuce snitched), kicked off his shoes and landed face first into a pillow and everything like a loser.

Honestly made him feel so giddy but definitely didn’t show you while you were in front of him.

He wishes he had the shamelessness to declare his love upfront like you do, but he probably needs a couple more months to get the bravery to do that.

But don’t be discouraged! If you think he’s your universe then you’re whatever’s beyond it to him, he just won’t admit it.

SILVER !!

hashtag nonchalant (he was half awake when you told him)

on a serious note, he’d think it’s so cute and say you’re his universe too, even kissing you on the cheek after.

it would probably start a small phase where he would take pictures of the random animals that visit him throughout the day and say that it’s you

“This squirrel looks like you” “how so” “it’s cute”

unexpectedly rizzful (I’m sorry)

he still thinks about it every few hours and gets caught smiling and blushing slightly by the other diasomnia students, causing them to wonder what you did this time for Silver to be so lovesick.

LILIA VANROUGE !!

Contrary to popular belief, he’s probably stunned for a second or two!! He wasn’t big on romance back then and rarely ever got any romantic attention, so this would def surprise him a bit.

(We’re obviously making whatever Maleanor, Lilia, and Revan were an exception)

But once he’s recovered ooo prepare for the flirting of a lifetime, all genuine and coming from the very core of his heart of course.

He knows it’s a line that’s been said for millennia and that you weren’t the first to say it, but the words “you’re my entire universe, Lilia” said lovingly by you gave him butterflies in a way he thought he was too old for.

He’s not a shy person, so don’t expect him to not be dishing out a couple kisses and hugs for saying that.

[feyclowns]

touching on the fey — newborns and babies

reproduction/childhood, biology and social hierarchy/dynamics i think are the most changed aspects of my au. here are some notes on newborns (anti-wanda, juandissimo, and sanderson pictured)

anti-fairies are born after just 3 months, small with large wings and ears- not cubed but foop/irep has a genetic mutation. they all have pointed ears and claws. they instinctively grab, cling and latch and have poor eyesight, capable of loosely mimicking parents' speech. it is not uncommon for them to have teeth.

they rapidly become more independent over the following months, and go from teeny helpless little bundles wrapped up in their own wings to scrabbly, hungry, vocal little creatures. they're curious little buggers and inherent lovers of chaos.

common mutations are ear shapes, devil tails, horns and hooves (hooves are cherub descent). anti-wanda was born with black hair that lightened with age.

fairies are born after several years(still not sure just how long)- large with small wings and only their primary and neural cores active. i will write about the core system later. they are not round but are chubby little guys, having drained a lot of magic to develop and be able to function independently. they're big in proportion to their parents, definitely two arms needed to carry for the average small fairy. there are several subspecies and fairies are from the branch of True Fey.

they are open-eyed and more cognizant than human newborns, able to lift their heads, grab for things (poorly) and follow movement. they make noises but no words, and are capable of smiling. they will learn to scoot around rather quickly, but their magic cores develop first, so while they might be able to move around and interact/understand their parents their speech and mental growth is extremely delayed. it is not uncommon for them to have full heads of hair.

common mutations are cherubism, four wings, butterfly wings and pointed ears.

pixies are additionally born after several years (though not as long as a fairy), large, open-eyed and more cognizant than a fairy baby. while they're sleepy and non-emotive, they are very good with motor functions and enjoy repetitive behaviors.

like fairies, they only have their primary and neural cores active, but pick up learning language and physical advancement far faster than their fairy cousins- pixies take longer to pick up magic instead. they're intelligent, dexterous and quickly become independent- i want you to imagine a toddler in a suit calmly making themself a bowl of cereal, utilizing a stool.

pixies do not show much genetic diversity. most pixies reproduce extremely rarely (with the exception of One) due to biological and social limits. all pixies are born with straight black hair, rounded ears and unusually dull eyes for a magic being- a pixie and a fairy will almost always make another pixie; their genes are very dominant.

[hexofvex]

Jealousy headcanons with my Anemo favs ft. Gender Neutral!Reader

Characters: Wanderer, Xiao and Kazuha

CW: jealous behaviour (especially worse in Scara's), a bit of swearing

Total WC: 1348 words

A/N: Switching it up a bit until I get a good one-shot idea. I'm kind of using the idea of the nations having their own languages plus a common language in Kazuha's. Also I'm sorry Kazuha's is shorter I hope you enjoy it tho <3 and as always feedback is appreaciated!

Kazuha

Kazuha is the least jealous out of these three

He's rarely ever jealous if anything

He's very confident in the stability of your relationship

However, when he gets jealous, it's directed at the outsider, he's more annoyed than anything

Would probably just intrerrupt the conversation to place a kiss on your cheek (yk to show the person in question that they don't have a chance)

You'd obviously notice his that his atitude is a bit more cheeky than usual tho

And you'd be a tad bit surprised, because you didn't really expect something like this out of him

Kazuha was not the type to get irritated easily.

But as he watches the owner of dango stall flirt with you (shamelessly, I might add), he feels his jaw tensing up. Honestly, why were they dragging this out so much? He'd been so excited to show you around Inazuma City, and for the last fifteen minutes you were stuck at the dango stall.

Of course, you had no way of knowing what the seller was saying because of the specific expressions they were using, but he understood all too well. You were nodding your head politely, with a smile that looked more pained by each minute that passed.

When he's had enough, he walks over to the stall. "My love?"

You turn to face him, and he leans over to place a soft kiss on your cheek. "We need to leave."

You try to hide the wave of relief that washes over your face, as Kazuha explains something to the vendor. When they realise the context of your relationship, their attitude changes as embarrassment blooms in their expression, and Kazuha can't deny the exquisite satisfaction he feels at the sight.

"What did you tell them?" you ask, as the two of you continue your walk through the city.

"That we are two travelers that need to get back to Ritou, to catch our ship."

Not exactly a lie. Maybe except for the fact that the Alcor leaves in three days.

"Thanks for the save." Your lips curl up into a smirk. "Was kissing me a core part of the plan?"

Kazuha smiles, the kind of radiant smile that is more than enough to give you butterflies.

"Sorry, my dear. But if you knew the things they said to you...I just couldn't help myself."

Xiao

Very jealous, but tries his best to hide it

He thinks it's embaressing, how can an adeptus feel things such as jealousy

He also feels guilty and criticizes himself for not trusting you through and through

He knows, at a rational level, that you love him, so why is it that he feels like this?

(Un)fortunately for him, he can't hide shit from you emotion wise

Xiao felt like his head was underwater, barely registering what you were saying.

You had just returned from a comission which you had taken together with another adventurer. You were just telling him how glad you were that you ended up with a partner that could carry their own.

Someone that feels like an actual partner.

That's what you said, and although he knew it wasn't that kind of partner, he couldn't stop the thoughts from flooding into his brain. Would you need him anymore? He was so complicated and hard to handle, especially when karmic debt was taking a toll on him, it wouldn't be hard for you to find someone less exhausting-

"Xiao?"

The adeptus returns to the present, broken out by your voice. You're standing in front of him, puzzled look on your face.

"Did you zone out?"

Xiao swallows. "No. I was listening."

You frown. "What was I saying?"

"You were talking about the stone slates."

"I was, five minutes ago." You face softens as you take a few steps closer to him. "Xiao? Love, are you sure you're alright? Did something happen while I was gone? Is it the karmic debt? I'll go to the harbour right away to bring more medicine if you need it-"

"No. You don't need to worry, this is no matter. Continue your story...about...your friend." He curses himself for the way his voice cracks on the word friend. And of course, you notice, and your expression shifts to a lesser degree of worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"That is beaneath adepti-"

"It's fine if you are, you know. I mean, not fine for you, but, you don't need to feel embaressed about it. It's just how feelings are sometimes. You know I'd never actually...you know..."

His eyes widen. "No, of course not! I- Forgive me." He takes a deep breath. "I do not know what to do about it, you know this is all very new to me."

"Well,I guess I just have to show you until we crush every shadow of doubt." You cup his face and slowly press your lips to his. It's a simple kiss, but you make sure it communicates your feelings.

"A little better?" You ask after you pull away.

"Yes," he replies and pulls you in again.

Wanderer

Literally unbearable

Y'all know that meme that goes "You're the most jealous man I've ever known." "You know other men?"

Yeah that's him, but he does that with everyone

His abandonment issues are big as hell, it was kind of to be expected.

Unlike Xiao, he doesn't even try to hide his jealousy

The type of person to wake you up in the middle of the night to ask if you really love him

The fact that you're with his insufferable ass should be proof enough

You're sitting in your room, enjoying a book, drinking your tea, until you feel a disturbance in the force, when you hear the door to your house getting slammed.

And before you even get to process what's going on, said disturbance walks in your room.

"Who was that turnip head that was flirting with you earlier today?"

You close your book, put down your cup and lean back in your chair, crossing your hands.

"What?"

"About 10 A.M., in front of the Akademiya."

"Ah. That was a colleague. And they're taken, in case that helps ease your mind."

"Good."

"You know, have you ever considered that perhaps I'm not looking to cheat on you at every corner?"

Noticing the hurt tone of your voice, he backs off and the anger fades from his face.

"I might have acted too brashly."

"You think?" You leave your book and cup of tea abandoned on the table as you head towards the door. You stop and turn your head to face him. "I won't betray you, Kunikuzushi. You should know I wouldn't do that."

"I know that."

"Then what's the problem!?"

He sighs and avoids your gaze.

"I am. The more time I spend in your presence the deeper I fall. It is only natural that I wish to preserve this partnership of ours. Does that make sense to you, [Name]?"

Although you're familiar with his straightforwardness, such an admission still delivers a bit of shock.

"It does. Because I want the same thing."

You step closer to him and turn his head so he's facing you.

"You don't need to do all this. I love you, that's the whole reason why I'm with you. If you'd see things from my perspective, you'd never have these thoughts again."

He's silent for a moment, until he grabs your hand and squeezes it.

"I will make attempts to get rid of this. Because I want to believe in your love. Are you willing to believe in mine?"

You laugh. "What kind of question is that? Of course I am. Why do you think I'm still here?"

"It might not go perfectly on the first try, you know."

"I'm alright with that. Just try. You can do that for me."

He lets go of your hand and goes to cup your face, bringing it so close to his that your noses are touching, and you can see the swirls of fiery determination in his eyes.

"I cannot know the results, but I could attempt anything for you."

[writing-wh0re]

“You're pathetic pet.”

♥ pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

♥ summary: Based on this ask “sukuna telling me how much of a good girl I am for him can fix most of my problems ”

♥ warnings: smut 18+, oral, female performing oral, throat fucking, praise, degradation, sukuna being sukuna, cum swallowing, degrading pet names.

♥ wc: 622

♥ masterlist & taglist

Sukuna held so much pride within himself when it came to you. Which is surprising considering how little he actually cares for the human race. 

He was blown away by how submissive and obedient you were. Inside and outside of the bedroom. 

You’d come home from a rough day, a small pout of your lips, your eyes glassy and a small frown etching into your brow. 

“C’mere Brat.” He’d simply wait for you to come closer to him, fitting your body in beside him, before he pulled you to his lap, allowing for you to straddle him. 

Although not your typical affectionate pet name, it suited you both and lit a fire within your core everytime the nickname left his lips. 

“Do I need to sacrifice anyone?”

You’d simply smile and shake your head. 

Sukuna groans, pulling your hair to look into your eyes. 

“Use your voice, woman.” 

“No” you weakly mumble, softly rocking your hips against his crotch. 

Sukuna smirks, tightening his grip on your hair, his other hand holding you hip and pulling you down against his growing bulge. 

“You just want to be my good girl don’t you, Brat?”

You nod. 

“Pleasing me fixes all your problems?”

“Yes.”

Sukuna darkly chuckles, your skin litters with goosebumps. 

“On your knees, show me how good that mouth is.” 

Within an instant you fall to your knees, your hands working with his pants to pull his cock free. You don’t dare make eye contact while completing this, knowing just how desperate you feel, let alone look. 

“I love how good you are for me.” 

Pride swirls in your stomach, your tongue licking your lips before tracing around the tip of his cock. 

Your mouth envelops the head of his dick, your lips sliding up and down, soft sighs filling the air. 

Sukuna is rarely loud in the bedroom which encourages you to work harder to pull sounds from him. 

Needing to feel validated and powerful that you’re the one making him feel so good. 

Your eyes rake up his toned body, lingering on his tattoo’s before locking eyes. Sukuna sends a swift wink your way, blush warming your cheeks. 

He tilts his head back on the couch, his lips parted and eyes shut blissfully. 

“You're pathetic pet.” 

You moan around his cock, taking more of him in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, tears beginning to brim around your eyes. 

“But that’s what makes you so good. “ 

His smile sends butterflies to your stomach, a rare sight but only one for your eyes to see. 

Sukuna wraps his hand around the base of his cock, pumping what you can’t fit. His other hand is tangling in your hair, guiding your mouth. 

“You live to please me, don’t you?”

You moan a reply around his cock, a gag filling the air as he slips deeper into your throat. 

You tilt your head back, allowing for him to thrust deeper. 

He bites his lip, rocking his hips into your throat, his nails scraping against your scalp. 

Tears slowly falling down your cheek, gags filling the air, Sukuna’s moans accompanying them. Flows of arousal pooling between your thighs and soaking your panties. 

“Be good, swallow my cum.”

You squeeze your eyes shut his last thrust deeper than the rest, his warm cum coating your throat. Your nails dig into his thighs causing him to chuckle, pulling his cock from your lips. 

His thumb brushes against the side of your mouth, pushing the digit past your lips as you suck it clean. 

He smiles, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, soft, light and teasingly not wanting to fully give into you. 

“So good for me brat.” 

You simply blush. 

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[concreteburialplot]

Draped Across

pairing: noah x fem!reader x nicholas

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 2.8k

warnings: established thruple, dom nick. switch noah, sub brat reader, spanking, degrading?, brat taming, cuckolding??, noah being nick's little helper, nick is so angry he doesn't speak?, piv (unprotected). creampie, porn without plot?, oral (f recieving), contactless orgasm? kinda?, cute tooth-rotting aftercare/sub space, the boys love cringey petnames here SORRY in advance, noah is obedient for once in his fucking life, 18+ MDNI

summary: you act up and end up draped over noah's lap while nick uses you :)

a/n; i rarely do porn w/o plot or really anything this short, but i just needed to get this out. pls enjoy 💗 [as with anything i write involving nick this got really grossly soft at the end I'M SORRY]

Your sassy mouth and disobedient behavior had landed you draped across Noah’s lap with your shorts and panties drawn down around your thighs.

His large hand lands a smack hard on the meat of your ass sending a sizzling jolt of pain up your spine causing you to buck up a bit. His spanks always hurt the worst with the size of his hand.

Nicholas had grown silent from his seething, knowing that if he said anything it would be out of line, so he let Noah take over for him.

“Now, you’ve really upset him, flower.” Noah uses his favorite nickname for you in a sweet but patronizing tone.

Noah roughly shoves your shorts further down your legs until Nick all but rips them off your body. His hand lands another smack on your ass followed by a hard grip that helps to pull your cheeks apart. His slender fingers slither between your legs, parting your lips.

Faster than you can process, Nick uses his boot to spread your feet apart, baring you open for him completely.

Noah’s fingertips linger by your near dripping entrance, “Oh what’s wrong did that make you wetter? Having your pretty pussy on display for him?”

You whine and squirm in his lap, knowing that his words were embarrassingly true.

Another hard smack causes you to yelp, “I asked you a question. Now answer me,” His fingertips circling your entrance, putting the slightest pressure to tease. “Are you such a little slut that you get off on being on display for us?”

“Grrh, yes.” You admit a small defeat and buck your hips up towards his fingers. “Yes, I like being on display for you.”

Noah’s middle and ring fingers dip inside you, just the tips though, gently scissoring you open. Your eyes widen knowing exactly what that meant.

The sharp sound of zipper rings from behind you, filling the room.

Noah fingertips spread your pussy open as much as it would allow. You hear Nicholas spit, followed the squelching of his hand around his cock.

Fear and anticipation pools in your tummy for the delicious burn his cock would bring.

His large, swollen tip slides between your folds and you shudder at his size. Butterflies unleash in your belly when he grazes your buzzing clit.

You wiggle around Noah’s lap both in excitement and terror, earning you another hard smack with his free hand. “Stay fucking still.” He demands, then harshly grasping your hip to stabilize you. “Be good and take it.”

A loud gasp leaves your mouth when you feel Nick press into you, stretching you around his cock. You hiss at the sting of it. He takes his time just getting into you but not much after, using his full force to dive straight into you. A sharp cry leaves your mouth when his tip lands hard into the deepest part of you. The direct impact into your core shoots pain up through your stomach; your eyes screw closed and suck in a harsh breath through your teeth.

Your whole body stills when you feel a pair of hands that aren’t Noah’s snake around your hips. The feeling of it simultaneously soothes and frightens you. Nick’s thumbs rub circles into the divots of your lower back. He’s angry with you, you know. But the small gesture grounds you a bit.

He pulls from you almost completely before landing hard into you again and starts building momentum rutting in and out of you. The pain of the stretch slowly melts away the more you adjust to him and you’re able to savor in him filling you entirely. It’s hard to even clench around his girth.

“Fuck.” You mutter out and his hands curl into your hips sternly, holding you firmly in place as he nearly splits you in half.

Noah gently tucks a chunk of hair behind your ear, “You take him so well.”

Rosy pink coats your cheeks at his compliment.

Noah’s length had been poking at your tummy the whole time you’d been on his lap but now he very subtly readjusts beneath you to let his own cock free. He lets it rest in the dip of your waist, just enjoying the movement of your entire body being fucked in his lap.

His fingers find their way back between your legs, his index and middle parting around Nicholas, just feeling where he enters you. You hear a groan rumble in Noah’s chest and feel his member throb and bounce against your exposed skin. He loves feeling him fucking you, getting some sort of twisted pleasure in being deprived of both of you.

“Now, say you’re sorry for being a disobedient little brat.” Noah commands.

You whine and wriggle in his lap keeping your mouth shut. As with most times, you wanted to see how far you could push their buttons.

“I said, say you’re sorry.” Another hard smack lands on your ass from Noah, this one harder than before. “Now you’re gonna have to count.”

You knew better than to not comply to that demand.

“One.”

“We’re still not hearing the words I asked.”

Another smack.

“Two.”

The burn of it lets you know that your ass is definitely bright red by now – which explains Nick’s acceleration, he loves seeing marks on you.

Two more hard spanks – Noah’s obviously getting frustrated with you.

“Three – ah – four.” You hiss.

A hand firmly and swiftly wraps your hair around his fist – with the veraciousness of it you know it’s Nicholas. While the gesture is painful and jarring, it releases a flurry of butterflies in your core. Your back arches up to Nick as much as it can.

“Don’t make him ask.” Noah warns with another smack.

You could defy Noah all day, easy, but Nicholas makes you weaker and breaks you down faster.

“Ah – fuck.” You suck in a breath. “Fuck, fine, I’m sorry!”

Noah glances up at Nick verifying if he’s satisfied with your answer although he already knows the response.

“Not good enough. Try again.” Noah’s hand grasps your hip to readjust you into a firmer position. “And you missed one, start over.” Followed by a new first spank.

“Fuck.” You mutter, the sting on your ass beginning to cross your pain threshold – but not quite enough yet. “One.”

Another, this one prickling tears in your eyes.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “Two.”

“I said, try again.”

Another, this one being the hardest and most painful one yet, definitely leaving a hand-shaped bruise.

“Ah! Three! Fuck!” You cry. “I’m sorry!”

Noah’s sizable hand gently rubs over the marks forming across your cheeks. “For what babydoll?” He pries.

“For being disobedient!” Tears welling in your eyes.

You feel his hand lift and hover over you again. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“Gah – fuck, fine – I’m sorry for being a disobedient little brat!” You repeat back the full statement with your voice cracking.

“Good girl.” He hums. The praise makes your heart swell. He again tucks your hair behind your ear, noticing the tears streaming down your face. “Oh, what’s wrong darling? Can’t handle the punishment for your behavior?”

His mean words worsen the buzzing in your clit and the ceased spanking lets you focus on Nick’s fat cock destroying you.

“Mmm.” You moan involuntarily.

“Oh,” Noah smirks, his fingers finding where Nick meets you again. “Or is it his big fucking cock spreading you open that’s making you cry?”

“Mhm.” You hum, reveling in the burn of it.

“Here let me help.” His fingers wrapping around the base of Nick’s cock and even with the added size of Noah’s fist, Nick is still able to reach into your deepest point. Noah’s cock bouncing against your waist tells you that he likes that fact as much as you do.

Nick seems to love the extra stimulation too, his thrusts getting viciously fast, fucking you dizzy.

“I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” He mutters, seemingly entranced with the size as well.

“Uh huh.” You pathetically spit out, your body just a vessel for their pleasure.

Noah pushes your hair to the other side of your neck with his free hand. “Tell me baby, who’s little slut are you?” He asks. “Who do you belong to?”

“F-fuck.” You’re so turned on and so wet that you feel like the slightest pressure on your clit could unravel you. “You.”

His fingers unwrap from Nick and glide down through your folds, halting just before your bud.

“Wrong.”

Your eyes widen realizing your mistake when the fingers around your hips dig into your hipbone painfully.

“Fuck – His.”

“Oh baby, c’mon, you know better than that. Who owns your pretty pussy hm? Who do you belong to?”

“Nick!”

“Good girl.” He praises, his fingertips now grazing your clit. “Again. Louder.”

“Nick.” You moan out louder than before, this time coming from your chest, between heaving breaths.

“Good girl.” He repeats with his fingers beginning tight circles into your swollen nub. “Louder. Again.”

A tight knot begins to form in your tummy, the feeling of being just a plaything to them sets your skin ablaze. “Nick!”

“Louder, c’mon you can be louder than that. You know he loves it when you scream.”

“Fuck! - Nick! Nick!”

Noah’s fingers speed up alongside of Nick’s thrusts. His momentum getting quick and sloppy, clearly just as close as you.

“Nick. Nick. Nick.” You mindlessly repeat with your head so fuzzy and full of him that he’s all you could think of.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” Noah spits down on his own member, still just getting stimulation from your fucked body moving against him. “He’s close, you just gotta wait, okay? Can you do that?”

You nod, still just repeating his name like a prayer, the brink of your orgasm clearing your mind of anything else.

Finally, Nick groans deeply and lands hard in you with his cock twitching, painting your walls white and filling you completely.

“Okay baby, let go for us, will you?” Noah doesn’t even finish his statement before you’re blinded by your own orgasm.

Screams and curses of Nick’s name rip from your throat as euphoria washes over you, your skin buzzing as Nick continues to fuck you through his climax.

Whiny, desperate moans tumble from Noah’s lips as you feel his warm cum splay all over your back, completely hands free.

You fall limp across Noah’s lap, your breathing in sync with each other. While Noah was in control this session, it’s always Nicholas behind the wheel.

He belongs to him as much as you do.

There’s a bit of an exchange between them you can’t quite make out since you’re still coming down from your high but all you feel is them moving you around like a ragdoll. Suddenly you realize you’re now draped across Nick’s lap.

“Knees.” He instructs Noah, the first thing he’d said this whole time.

Noah obeys, landing on his knees behind your dripping core.

“Clean her up.”

Your eyes widen at his words and almost instantly his tongue brushes through your folds and dips into your entrance.

“Good boy.”

Noah hums happily against you at the praise.

Nick’s fingers tracing through your hair tenderly. “You did so good angel. Did you learn your lesson?”

“Mhm.”  

You’re torn between humming and melting into his touch or releasing the moan building in your tummy. Noah seemingly enjoys his task, eating you like he’s been starving for a lifetime, practically sucking Nick’s cum right out of you.

“I know he hurt you quite a bit didn’t he bunny?” He asks quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. His voice is soft and gentle, much different than how he was just talking to Noah or anything he would’ve said if he had spoken while he was inside of you.

You begin to nod but hiss in pain when Noah’s tongue grazes the base of your entrance where Nick stretched you out the most. Noah pauses for a second before pressing his lips to the sensitive area.

“Maybe we should go wash up huh? Get you guys in a nice warm bath.” Nick’s hand finds your cheek to support your head. “Does that sound good?”

“Mhm.” You hum tiredly and nuzzle into his palm.

“Okay. When he’s done, we’ll get you both nice and clean. Maybe put an ice pack on your pretty, red ass?”

“Please.”

“You both did so good for me. Noah did a good job taking control didn’t he?” Nick asks.

“Mhm.” You nod with a lazy smile, barely able to keep your eyes open as the chemical rush begins to crash and take its toll on you.

Once Noah finishes cleaning you up, Nick carries you over to a large corner bathtub. Noah takes the initiative to start filling the tub at a good temperature. He even takes a scoop of bath salts with dried rose petals and spreads them across the filling tub to help with the pain.

“You want some bubbles bunny?” Nick asks Noah sweetly. The nickname directed at him this time makes his cheeks turn bubblegum pink. “Or maybe a bath bomb?”

He nods quickly at the bath bomb suggestion, very clearly slipping into a deep sub space of his own.

Nicholas gently places you in the tub while Noah goes to a container filled with bath supplies. He returns with a blue spaceship cupped in both hands, the edges of it bubble and fizz in his palms since his hands were still wet from testing the water.

“Good choice.” Nick beams at him and gestures to the tub. “C’mon, don’t let it fizz all in your hands.” He teases.

Noah excitedly gets in the tub but slow enough to not disturb you. Nick nods when Noah goes to ask if he’s allowed to set it down yet.

The spaceship sizzles in the warm water and spins slowly in the waves. Dark blue, purple, pink, and even a bit of shimmery gold start to fizzle out from the ship soon staining the water a dark galaxy.

Nick sits at the edge of the tub with just his legs in the water with you nestled between them. While soaking, he carefully washes and conditions your hair. His fingers skillfully comb through your locks, gently breaking up any knots. Once he’s washed out all the soap he moves to your scalp, softly massaging it as you rest your head on his thigh. You hum in contentment.

Once he’s made sure you’re satisfied, he moves on to Noah, taking his long hair between his hands just as he did with yours.

Your eyelids are heavy as you watch Noah pick three rubber duckies – one pink, one yellow, one blue – from the edge of the tub and precariously place them into the water. His eyes are soft and mesmerized as he watches them spin alongside the drifting bath bomb remnants. The twirling colors and duckies lull him into a comforting, hyper-fixated trance. Noah hums against Nick’s thigh, his eyes matching yours in their sleepiness.

The space between you three is quiet but peaceful, comfortable, and full of love.

Nicholas unplugs the tub, and the water begins to drain slowly. If you had anymore fight left in you, you’d push to stay in longer but all you want to do is get nuzzled between your boys in bed.

He brings you both plush towels and helps you dry off. Before you’re able to get dressed, you’re once again across Nick’s lap off the edge of the bed, but this time for a much different reason. He squeezes out some healing gel-cream into the palm of his inked hand and carefully spreads it across your bruised cheeks. The coolness of the cream helps ease and numb the pain. It brings you comfort knowing that while both of them can be quite mean in the moment, they will always be soft with you like this afterwards.

“Does that feel better?” He asks and you nod. “Good.” He smiles softly. “I picked out some PJs for you on the dresser if you wanna bring them over?”

You carefully peel yourself from his lap and bring over the silk PJs. He holds open the shorts for you to step into and helps slip the top over your head. His hands cup your cheeks and tilts your face up to him. “I love you.”

His eyes lean more grey in the dim light of your bedroom. You beam sweetly up at him and nuzzle into his palm. “Love you more.”

Abruptly, Noah pulls himself on his knees to the edge of the bed and throws his lanky arms around both of your necks. “Love you most!”

You giggle at Noah’s silliness and how the squeeze squished you into Nick’s chest. You’d stay squished there forever by them if you could.

Shortly after, you three get cozy in bed – you curled around knocked-out Noah and Nick curled around you. Being smushed between their bodies means that the smell of their mixed colognes cocoons you in your favorite scent. With a deep inhale, you take in the moment. You were exactly where you belong.

No one could ever take away how perfectly you three fit together.

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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! smut isn’t really my strong suit so i apologize if it wasn't that good 😬 and IM SORRY IT WAS MUSHY AT THE END OKAY………

Thank you for any support you guys ever give me on any of my works, it truly means the world to me that you guys enjoy my words and lil plots.

let me know if you liked it! i love hearing your thoughts

[frenchkisstheabyss]

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✧ This Jongho fic comes courtesy of another request from a super sweet anon who loves her some him. I'm so happy that you trust me w/ your hubby. Hope you love it! ✧

Pairing: boyfriend!jongho x chubby!fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's obsessed with your curves and wants to show you just how much he loves them.

Genre: smut but make it sweet

Word Count: 880

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms

Your clothes fall away like the leaves of a sugar maple tree at the edge of autumn. They collect at your feet---your dress, your bra, your panties---in a pile of tangerine fabric. You step out of them, approaching the end of the bed where your boyfriend eagerly awaits you. Brushing the hair away from his face, you position yourself between his legs, smiling down at him like the sun herself. His hands raise to your caress your hips delicately as if he’s preparing to touch something priceless. There’s a low hum of release from somewhere deep within him when he finally touches you. 

Your body. So curvy. So perfect. So plump and warm to the touch. His hands ride the ins and outs of your shape, feeding you every drop of passion needed to make you feel how intensely he worships it. Worships you. Jongho rests his cheek against your belly, breathing in your scent as his hands squeeze your plush ass. You smell of jasmine and orange blossom, of patchouli, like some rare flower blooming for him and him alone. “Love---you” he whispers, sensual kisses trailing down your stomach, “Love---all---of---you, y/n.” “I love you too,” you say, the air tingling as it leaves your lungs. 

Tucking his arm behind your left knee, Jongho brings your foot up onto the bed so that your thigh kisses his cheek. His eyes fall to your exposed core and his mouth begins to water, “Fuck. So pretty.” His thumb drags along your slit, dipping into you unexpectedly. It emerges seconds later glistening with juices that he spreads between your silky folds. You whimper, eyelids fluttering, as his thumb circles your stiff bud. Jongho plunges two more fingers into your depths, “Baby, fuck, she’s so juicy for me. So tight.” “Jongho!” you gasp, thighs quivering as he spreads his fingers against the tightness of your walls. 

“Mmm, louder” he coos, adding a third finger and quickening his pace. You throw your arms across his shoulders, gripping the back of his shirt while you ride his fingers. “Jongho! Oh my god! Yes. You fuck my pussy so good. So---” “That’s it” he grins, tucking his thumb away to rest his tongue on the underside of your throbbing clit. He flicks it upward sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He does it again and pleasure jolts through your stomach. Over and over he teases your clit just enough that you keep dripping into his palm like fresh honey. For a fleeting moment, your knees give out and he sweeps you onto the bed, diving face-first between your legs. 

“You’re trying to kill me” you whine, catching one quick breath before his tongue’s flexing against your clit. He nods, confirming your suspicions, and spreads your legs wider. The room’s still spinning when he loses himself in the sloppy French kisses he applies to your pussy. Your taste floods his senses, so intoxicating that he finds himself pitifully, ravenously craving more. Jongho’s hands dance up and down your body. Palming your succulent breasts, flicking and twisting your beautifully perky nipples to trigger that high-pitched whine of yours he loves so much. He grips your love handles, hands feasting upon your curves the way his tongue does your needy pussy. 

Touching you. Tasting you. It’s getting him hard enough that if his cock brushes against his pants like---

his breath hitches, precum shooting from his swollen head at the slightest bit of friction

---like that, he knows he’ll come. “Shit, baby. Too good. Mmph. I’m gonna---ah!” you moan, cotton sheets twisting in your fists. Jongho grabs your hips, burying his face so deep into your pussy that even his nose is drenched. With your clit pulsing between his lips, he rocks his head up and down making all the satisfied noises of a starving man whose hunger has just been satiated. You twist and wiggle, an entire galaxy shrinking and expanding inside of you. He clasps your thighs around his head, his curved tongue gathering your come as it leaks out of you. 

“Hold---on” you pant, noticing that he’s yet to ease up on you. Your words do nothing and the overstimulation begins to drag you under. Jongo reaches up, fingers interlocking with yours, “One more. She just tastes so good. Fuck, y/n.” “I don’t know---I” you stutter, attempting to protest but the room’s spinning again. Your body collapses. Heat rushes over you. You’re squeezing his hands tight enough to leave nail marks on his knuckles. He can tell by the way your walls shiver that you’re seconds from another orgasm. This time it hits you like a shot of adrenaline. Overwhelming every nerve in your body. You’re kicking. Screaming. Losing control of your limbs altogether. 

“Again” he hums, reaching for your hips once more. “No!” you cry, slipping away from him, “You really are trying to kill me!” Jongho just laughs, crawling up the bed to kiss you, “At least I didn’t lie.” You kiss him back weakly, sharing with him what’s left of you on his mouth, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” “I know” he smiles, taking you into his arms knowing that he’ll want you a dozen more times tonight but content with just feeling your body against his for now.

[pennyellee]

Game of Go

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

filler warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, mentions of God, mentions of bloodshed, slaughter, very chill filler, nothing major

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 1,5K

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

setted in between chapter III and IV.

m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III game of go CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI

𝙼𝚒𝚍-𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟾

The soft click of black and white Go stones resonated in the room, creating a symphony that echoed the unspoken tension between him and her. The Go board acted as a tangible reflection of the choices that had brought them to this point. The room, adorned with subtle touches of elegance, served as the backdrop to a game that went beyond strategic moves.

Dressed in a simple white shirt, he leaned over the board with a predatory intensity.

“The snow blocked the tunnel, ” he remarked, his eyes fixed on the intricate patterns forming on the board. The stones, each a representation of decisions made and those yet to be faced, held a certain weight that transcended the mere game before them.

A small, genuine smile played on Yoongi's lips as he met her gaze. "I heard," she replied, her voice carrying a rare warmth. Winter, her beloved season, now bore the burden of delaying the impending wedding, freezing the anticipated chaos in a temporary reprieve. The blocked tunnel however came right in time to slow down the young Kkangpae as there will be no wedding soon enough.

A sage green hanfu was draped over her shoulders, exuding warmth that contradicted the chill in the air.

From time to time, Y/N found herself forgetting the gravity of the man sitting across from her while they engaged in the game of Go. The notorious Kkangpae was capable of orchestrating a symphony of chaos with a mere flick of his fingers. Yet, this delay in their plans brought an unexpected delight to Y/N and gave her more time to plan her next move. She furrowed her brows, looking at the board.

"Something bothers you, my love?" Yoongi's voice sliced through the air, a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed her distraction. The stones on the board are metaphors for their lives, the paths they had chosen and the paths that awaited them. Yoongi leaned back, his gaze thoughtful.

"You, obviously," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the board. Y/N reached for a white stone, placing it with deliberate intent.

"Each move leads us to a different outcome. Innit, my love?" said he with a sinister smile. She chuckled softly, appreciating the analogy of him mocking her decisions.

“Are you suggesting something?” The room seemed to exhale a collective breath. Their hands hovered over the board, the unspoken language of their connection transcending the strategic nature of the game.

Outside, the late November sun cast long shadows through paper windows casting a gentle glow on the wooden floor. It was a scene set for a narrative that extended beyond the confines of a game. The stones clicked against the wooden board like a prelude to the grand event that awaited them.

"Tell me, Yoongi," Y/N began, her eyes gleaming with curiosity but Y/N couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine when he eyed her.

“What did you do to make my father agree to this at the end?” She raised her eyes from the board while she held the stone in her fingers moving it forward. Yoongi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he considered her request, debating what he cannot and can tell her.

“I promised him to conquer, take and overrule Yakuza.” He answered, but he chose his words very carefully, yet answered with a certain degree of obliqueness. Yoongi did not intend to unveil the sadistic parts of the negotiations he had to agree to have her by his side.

"Conquer, take, and overrule the Yakuza?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi nodded, his gaze unwavering. “That is all it took for him to give me up?”

Y/N's fingers hesitated over the Go board, the weight of Yoongi's words sinking into the air around them. The revelation hung between them like a heavy curtain, concealing the intricacies of a promise made in the shadows.

“I gave him my word that our clans would rise above the Yakuza, that our influence would surpass theirs. In return, he agreed to this union," he explained, his tone measured.

"Why?" Y/N questioned, her eyes searching for a glimpse of vulnerability. "Why make such a promise, when it cannot end to your liking and will only cause bloodshed and chaos?” Yoongi's gaze held a complexity that went beyond the game they played or the promises he made.

"Power is the currency in our world. It's the language they understand," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "To protect what matters, sometimes you have to play the game by their rules.”

A chill ran down Y/N's spine as the reality of their situation unfolded. The Go board, with its black and white stones, yet again mirrored the dichotomy of their choices—each moves a strategic decision in a larger game of power and survival.

“Why drag me with you?” She said, more bitter. Yoongi's expression softened, and for a moment, the calculating strategist seemed to yield to a more vulnerable self. “You don’t need me—”

“My heart needs you,” said the scarred leader without a second thought, reaching across the board to gently cup her face and caress her shorter hair which became a symbol of her strength’s magnitude. He shall be his queen.

Y/N stared into his eyes, trying to read him. “And I know that soon, your heart will need me too.” He breathed out. Y/N's heart thudded in her chest, caught between the harsh reality of their circumstances and the unexpected vulnerability in Yoongi's admission.

“Who will you slaughter for it?” Said she, the bitterness in her voice reflecting the internal struggle within. The scars on Yoongi's face seemed to carry the echoes of battles fought, a reminder of the ruthlessness that defined their world.

“I will not slaughter anyone if you won’t force my hand, sweetling,” he replied, his tone measured. The juxtaposition of the endearment and the underlying threat sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N's expression hardened as she grappled with the reality of their situation. "I do not wish for blood on my hands," she stated, her eyes unwavering.

“Then be my good girl and obey.” Yoongi's gaze held a mix of understanding and determination. The phrase echoed with an unspoken power dynamic, a reminder of the intricacies that defined their relationship.

"I also do not want to live in a world where I have to compromise my values for survival," Y/N asserted her voice firm. The vulnerability she had glimpsed in Yoongi's eyes moments ago now seemed to clash with the harsh reality of their conversation.

“God has a plan and we shall follow his lead,” Yoongi murmured, his words carrying a certain solemnity.

“So you are justifying your actions solely by a divine plan, what happened to ‘actions that have consequences’, Kkangpae? Does it only apply to me?” She retorted to his comment. The air was heavy with the weight of their divergent beliefs.

Yoongi's eyes bore into Y/N's, the intensity of their gaze sparking a silent battle of wills. “I acknowledge the consequences, and I bear them willingly for the path we have chosen.”

“Do you?” Tears welled in her eyes, and her vulnerability laid bare. Yoongi's gaze softened as he saw the tears welling in Y/N's eyes. He is bearing the consequences of what he has done to ensure she will be by his side and what it will take for her to settle down with him. Yoongi has a storm inside his home, and he is willing to power through, right to her heart. Whatever it takes.

"Every choice I make, every consequence I face, is a burden I carry willingly for the sake of us," he confessed, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “The world we live in demands sacrifices, and I won't let those sacrifices be in vain.”

“I am your weakness.” Y/N did not know what reaction she expected to draw from Yoongi. She wanted to let him know, she is doubting that he would ever take the drastic measures he often speaks about when she will not obey. Yoongi's gaze intensified as he heard her words.

"You are not my weakness, Y/N," he countered, his voice firm. “Love can be both, weakness and strength. You are my strength. You are my purpose.” Y/N scoffed at his bold claims, pushing his hands away from her. His touch was like a burn caused by fire to her.

“You will see that. I will be patient and welcome you in my arms when you will finally realise, Dove.”

The Go stones clicked softly as Yoongi made a move on the board, a symbolic gesture that marked a continuation of the intricate game they played.

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©pennyellee. please do not repost

author's note: Merry Christmas!! I wish you all a very happy and jolly holidays! I managed to finish a filler that happened in between chapter III and IV, so here it is chummers! Enjoy! ♥

Love you all!! ♥

Don't be a silent reader, comment, re-blog, heart, asks are more than welcome ♥

keep in mind - I'm not an expert on chinese, korean and japanese culture, but I tried to research everything realistic I wanted to add to the story. Nonetheless, take it as a fiction.

let's be friends chummers ♥

lots of love, 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

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[wonderl3ss]

pairing: adam stanheight x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI. praise, pet names, unprotected, v sweet n vanilla tbh.

a/n: some smut as an apology for being ia for a year n a half lol. requests r open, pls read rules!! apologies if its short n a lil messy im new to writin this stuff. not proof-read

‘i miss you, can you come over?’

adams phone pinged, the message from you lighting up the screen and turning the phone on. it wasn’t unusual for you to message him at the most random times asking for him to come over, it had happened too many times to count.

being friends for so long, you knew each other inside out by this point. you claimed you were only best friends, but everyone could see that there were deeper feelings involved, yet neither of you acted on them. the fear of ruining your friendship was the only thing stopping you.

you had met him one night at a high school party after being introduced to him by a mutual friend. from that moment on there was rarely a day you two spent away from each other. you had truly just started out as good friends, it wasn’t until you both hit your 20s that you realised there was something more.

for the past year or so, you had found yourself thinking about him a lot more often, not just in a more romantic context, but sexually too.

countless nights you had stayed awake with adam being the only thing on your mind; imagining it was his fingers inside of you instead of your own. imagining his lips were travelling all over your body, leaving marks on your most sensitive spots. imagining he was yours, and you were his.

you needed him so bad, in more ways than one. you needed him to hold you, kiss you, touch you, talk to you. not as your friend, but as your lover.

adam didn’t even bother to text back, he instantly got into his car and started driving to yours. admittedly, he had been missing you too, and it wasn’t just you who held those feelings, he felt the exact same way.

he too had spent countless nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining it was your hand instead of his. wishing instead of his hand, he was inside you. filling you up so good, letting you know you’re only his.

neither did he knock on your door when he reached your place; he didn’t need to. you two we’re together so often that anyone would assume you already lived together.

you greeted him by pulling him into a tight hug the second he walked through the door. it startled him ever so slightly as he wasn’t expecting it, but he melted into the hug just as quick. he thought he could sense the faint smell of alcohol on you.

“have you been drinking?” he pulled away to look you in the eyes.

“only a little. i had like, one beer,” you looked back and gestured to the empty bottle on your kitchen counter behind you. “do you want one?”

adam stepped further in, closing the door behind him before answering, “sure, why not.”

you walked over to the refrigerator and took out two beers, one for adam, and another for yourself. turning back around, you handed the bottle to him and spoke, “there’s more in there if you want another after that.”

he only nodded in response before opening the bottle and instantly taking a swig.

-

staring at eachother for no longer than 3 seconds, the alcohol in your system gave you the courage to do something you had wanted for so long. something you had spent many nights dreaming of.

grabbing ahold of both his cheeks, you pulled him closer until both your lips smashed together. the sudden movement caused adam to not kiss back for just a split second, but once he realised what was happening, he wasted no time in returning the gesture.

the feeling in your stomach was a feeling you had been long earning for; those butterflies that seemed to flutter around in your stomach every time you were with him were going crazy in this moment. it’s as if they were also waiting for this.

adams hands now rested on your waist, his touch was warm — hot, even. it made your core feel hot too, as if the butterflies were now burning and being replaced by something else. what that was, you couldn’t focus on enough to figure out. all you could focus on was adams lips on yours.

you finally pulled apart, admittedly not wanting to. adam was the first one to open his eyes, with yours following shortly after. the small smile on your face widened when you began to laugh ever so slightly from the hot feeling on your cheeks and in your stomach.

“care to explain what that was for?” he spoke, his voice sounding angelic, like something you’d never heard before — yet you had, many times. maybe it was the adrenaline and alcohol, but his voice made the heat you felt all over just that little bit hotter.

you shook your head, digging deep in your brain to find the right words. “you just looked so.. i don’t know.. enticing, i couldn’t help myself… maybe the alcohol is partially to blame.” you were completely and utterly smitten with this man.

adam just smirked before pulling you back in for another kiss. this time, he grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you onto him so you were straddling his lap. feeling the slight tent in his jeans made your core tingle.

he obviously wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

feeling adams tongue enter your mouth, entwining with your own, you took this as a chance to grind down on his clothed cock. the small groan this elicited from him caused your core to heat up even more — if that was even possible. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

as adam broke the kiss, you pouted slightly, already missing his lips. this pout soon disappeared as adam spoke, “are you okay with this?” he wanted to make sure this wasn’t going to be something you’d regret in the morning.

you hummed and nodded in response, you wanted to waste no time in speaking, only wanting him to kiss you again.

“i want to hear you say it,” he looked you in the eyes, his fingers playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

there was something about the way he said it that made a switch in you flip; wanting this more than ever now.

“yes, adam. please.” you didn’t mean for it to sound like you were begging, but deep down you really were. begging for him to just touch you already; begging to feel him inside you.

satisfied with your answer, he began to lift your t-shirt over your head. you lifted your arms to make it easier for him to pull it up and off. you did the same with his t-shirt too before throwing them both on the floor, not bothering to look where.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” adam breathed out, taking in every inch of your topless body. of course, he had seen you in bikinis and whatnot before, but this was different. this time it was intimate.

you subconsciously tried to wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to cover up, feeling embarrassed at the sudden compliment. adam didn’t let you though. he gently grabbed your wrists and placed your arms down by your sides.

attempting to take the attention off yourself, you kissed him again while reaching down to undo his belt, ushering him to take his jeans off.

you lifted yourself off his lap ever so slightly to allow him room to take them off, freeing his cock from the suffocating fabric, now only hiding behind one barrier — his underwear.

he then helped you in unbuttoning and pulling off your own jeans, leaving you both in your underwear. the thin fabric was doing nothing in hiding the obvious wetness he had caused to pool in your panties.

you sat back down on his lap, the head of his cock lightly rubbing against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the sensation that ran through you.

“adam… please, i need you,” you begged, afraid you would explode if you waited any longer. you had never needed someone as bad as you need adam right now, and honestly, it was painful.

“oh, really?” adam obliged, taking his middle finger and pressing it against your clit, teasing you just a little longer — he enjoyed hearing you beg, enjoyed knowing it was him, and only him, that was making you so so needy.

the slight, quiet moan that you let out at his touch only made him more eager. he began to make circular motions on your clit, adding a little more pressure. you let out another moan and rested your head in the space between his shoulder and neck; all the teasing and longing for this moment, had made you so incredibly sensitive.

you wanted him inside you, now. no, you needed him inside you.

you decided to take initiative by removing his finger and gesturing to his boxers, hoping he'd get the hint that you wanted him to remove them. thankfully, he understood. after he had removed his underwear, he helped you in removing your own, now leaving the both of you completely naked.

you rested your hands on his shoulders, and his on your hips as he lined himself up with your entrance, your slick and his few drops of precum mixing together.

"fuck." he groaned out as he finally pushed into you, the words were spoken so lowly you could feel the vibrations from his throat travel toward where your hands rested on his shoulders.

his fingers pressed harder into your hips as he began to take control and slowly guide you further down his cock before lifting you up once again, allowing you to adjust to his size and find a pace you were comfortable with.

"you okay?" he asked, making eye contact with you. his eyes were glossed over, lids heavy and ever so slightly closed.

"yeah," you breathed out, biting your lip.

"you're doing so good." he felt you tighten around him as these words of praise fell from his lips. he smirked to himself before pulling you into another kiss.

the room was then filled with nothing but the vulgar sounds of quiet squelching and skin slapping against skin as you bounced on his cock, both of your juices mixing together. his hands moved to cup your ass, helping to take some strain off your thighs and make it easier for you.

his lips travelled to your neck, kissing and sucking on the spot right by your jugular, marking you as his, because after this there was no way he was going to let you get away.

it was as if he knew this was a sensitive spot of yours, because the feeling of his lips and the wetness of his tongue pressing against your neck caused you to let out a whine and tighten around him once more.

once he finally felt satisfied there was going to be a mark there, he pulled away, his mouth making a pop sound and leaving a string of saliva behind.

his middle finger then returned to your clit, rubbing circles on it to push you closer to your climax, because he knew there was no way he was going to last much longer, not with the way you feel around him. so warm, so wet, so tight, you fit around him so perfectly. it was as if you had both been crafted so precisely to fit together like two puzzle pieces. you were perfect.

"adam... fuck. im so close," you managed to speak out, feeling that familiar sensation building up in your core.

"cum for me, baby. you're doing so good, c'mon." the pet name was just the cherry on top of all the praise. you sloppily kissed him as you felt the high of your orgasm wash over you.

adam wasn't far behind you, pulling out just in time to let his cum spill out onto your stomach and around his own thighs as you rested your head on his shoulder to catch your breath.

he sat you next to him before standing up and walking into your bathroom to grab a towel, and run a bath for the both of you to relax and clean yourselves off.

he returned back into the living room and you noticed he had already wiped himself off in the bathroom. he walked over to you and cleaned you up with said towel. when he was satisfied he had wiped most of it up, he kissed your forehead and dragged you into the bathroom to pop you into the tub.

he sat you in between his legs, softly kissing your neck as you closed your eyes, revelling in the warmth of the water and fondness you held toward the man behind you. you let out a sigh of contentment before speaking up, "adam?"

"yes, baby?" he replied, the petname causing you to let out a little giggle, those nervous butterflies returning once again.

"what are... we now?" you asked, turning around to face him, hoping he'd reply with what you had been waiting years to hear.

"i think we both know what we are," one more kiss to your forehead, "i ain't lettin' you go anywhere after that,"

you let out another sigh, one of relief this time, "god, i love you," you returned the kiss, on his lips this time before turning back around and laying against adam, him sliding his hands around your waist.

"i know, baby. i love you, too."

"i like when you call me that."

[temnurus]

Draco Falls First Fic Recs

I made this rec list when someone in a server asked for fics in which Draco falls in love with Harry first. I love pining, & this scenario is the perfect setup for it. As a result, I had rather a lot to choose from, but here are ten that made the cut this time.

The Unbearable Burden of Caring & it's sequel Sins and Scars and Shattered Things by Tessa Crowley (E, 22,189)

Thoughts: These fics both ruined me. They were so damn good that I could have wept from the sheer beauty of the prose alone. I swear I must've spent half of them clutching a tissue in anticipation of breaking into ugly sobs every five minutes. They were romantic & beautifully poignant; even the smut was so emotionally charged that I was left spellbound. I highly, highly recommend them both.

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (E, 20,730)

Thoughts: My heart was breaking for Draco before I even got through the summary. This soulmate fic is recced a lot & with good reason. It's still one of my favorites, & I reread it quite often.

Dragon Heartstrings by JET_Playin (E, 23,825)

Thoughts: Admittedly I'm a sucker for soulmate fics, so here's another for you. I liked how the author covered Draco's experience with seeing the red strings that indicated soulmate bonds throughout the years, briefly touching on his early childhood & skipping through his years at Hogwarts before settling into the meat of the story during his & Harry's eighth year at school. This is another one that I've reread several times because I just enjoy it so much each time.

Beating Out of Time by Moss_Man_Writes (E, 73,574)

Thoughts: I was sucked in from the very beginning, & I loved Draco's POV the most. The pining on Draco's part was perfect, & watching Harry fall in love with him was just enchanting.

The Butterfly Kiss by triggerlil (T, 1,998)

Thoughts: This is the shortest of all my recs, but it's by no means less engaging. The ethereal atmosphere of the whole thing left me breathless. Draco as a butterfly was something I'd never seen before, & even though I knew fairies were sometimes viewed as butterflies by unsuspecting mortals, I never would've thought of it as a premise. It was such a gorgeous soulmate AU (couldn't help myself). Draco's pining for Harry throughout was heart-achingly beautiful, too.

The Shape of the World by bixgirl1 (E, 48,276)

Thoughts: Memory loss fics often guarantee a healthy dose of angst, & this is no exception. Harry being the one afflicted did provide the perfect setup for Draco to fall for him first, though. He was probably already a bit in love with him before he ran back into him, to be honest, haha. This is by my favorite Drarry author, & rarely is there ever a time one of her fics doesn't make it onto a rec list of mine.

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (E, 81,255)

Thoughts: Draco was so clever & creative in this, & the way he felt about Harry took my breath away. He appreciated the exact things about him that make me love Harry so much as a character, & it was probably my favorite thing about this fic. The pining was achingly lovely, the banter & teasing were fun, & the smut was scorching hot. firethesound is one of the most popular Drarry authors to date, & this is probably my favorite fic of hers.

The Lily Spell by pickledghost (E, 86,512)

Thoughts: Okay, fair warning, this is an Omegaverse fic & the author is up front about the fact that Draco's characterization isn't standard to canon or even most of fanon. He was so sweet that I just couldn't get enough of him. It's also an AU in which there was no second war with Voldemort, & I think it had a very believable interpretation of how Harry might've turned out under those circumstances. He was still very much himself at his core, just more confident & self-assured, in my opinion. The slow burn was so well done that I didn't even notice the passage of time while I was glued to the story. It hooked me in & kept me invested from start to finish.

Pop Up Pals by bambimoss (E, 62,447)

Thoughts: I cannot believe I almost forgot to add this fic. I read it twice in a row. That's how much I enjoyed the story. Draco being so lonely broke my fucking heart. Seriously, I think someone would have to be a sociopath if they couldn't empathize with Draco's experiences here. Surprisingly, I laughed a lot at this, & I also cried like a baby at one point. The characterizations were amazing, & the fic was jam-packed with emotion. It was absolutely stunning, & nothing has managed to knock it off of my top ten favorite Drarry fics list despite some very close contenders since the first time I read it.

[zagreus]

Fascinated by the sudden frequent appearance of butterfly effects and drastic timeline changes in recent episodes of Doctor Who, but if you'll indulge me a little speculative narrative-welding, it makes sense with how the show seems to be playing directly off of some of its own lore:

At the anchoring of the thread, the Time Lords forced the universe into one stable history which wouldn't "flux, nor wither, nor change it's state" yknow, the web of time and all that. And what happened as soon as Gallifrey was wiped out For Real by the Master? The Flux, et al. The things they had imprisoned from before time getting loose and wreaking havoc. The artificial rationality the Time Lords had imposed in the Intuitive Revelation coming unstuck a bit, arguably a little bit of the before-times breaking loose in the form of the Fugitive Doctor... and now the Pantheon. A little bit more of the fluid irrationality and chaotic nature of the Dark Times reasserting itself. WHERE is this going? I'm very curious to see how they stick the landing on everything they're setting up. Like, I could be reading too much in, but it really does feel like the show playing with its core concepts in a way it rarely does outside the extended universe

[avelera]

"Don't listen to me, listen. You can find the others if you are brave. They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints. Listen! Listen, listen QUICKLY!"

The Butterfly from "The Last Unicorn" by Peter S. Beagle

Was just thinking about this quote today. I think Peter S. Beagle may be one of the most incredible poetic prose writers of all time. His prose was one of the first that made me think that prose was its own form of dark magic.

The above quote is from the film version, but the book version isn't all that different and Beagle also wrote the script for the film, so this stands to reason.

"No, no, listen, don't listen to me, listen. You can find your people if you are brave. They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints. Let nothing you dismay, but don't be half-safe."

The core is still there as is the the most important lines:

If you are brave.

What a simple, effective line. It is so powerful I still get choked up. If, the conditional, you, the subject, are, the verb. Brave. I'd argue the reason for its effectiveness is because of how rarely we are called upon to be brave, how huge of a concept it is to be brave. Brave is an adjective but arguably, here, it is an action. It is a course of action. It is a choice. It is not calling bravery inherent, it is not calling the lack of bravery a failure. It is saying that to succeed, the unicorn must make a conscious choice to become something greater than they are. What an incredible call to adventure, how simple and heartfelt it is, because heroism and adventure as mirrored by Prince Lir later, contrasting the empty pageantry of slaying dragons for a princess's favor with the bravery of the unicorn to leave her home behind in order to find her people, and the one who has wronged them.

The other line of deep importance.

They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints.

Again, this line is utterly haunting. What is the Red Bull? Where did they go? Down all the roads. The inherent and yet abstract distance implied, the mysticism of the road invoked. Why can they not be found? Because the Red Bull covered their footprints. They were stolen without a trace.

So much information is conveyed in so haunting a manner. It invokes the challenges the unicorn will face, because there is no easy trail to follow and there is no destination given. She will be forced to wander in search without a clear endpoint. It may never end because there are no footprints to follow and there is a huge, unknown, unknowable threat at the end. What is the Red Bull? That will be your antagonist but is it the only one? Or is it just the tool of a greater threat?

If you ever want to see how words can be magic, do yourself a favor and read "The Last Unicorn" by Peter S. Beagle. I could pick out a dozen more lines to gush over but I'll leave it there for now. The book is even more magnificent the film, and the film is indeed magnificent. It's not a very long read. But if I could ever invoke even a fraction of the beauty Peter S. Beagle brings to the page, I will consider myself an immensely accomplished writer, walking in the footsteps of giants.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Todomomo headcanons❤️‍🩹🍔

❤️‍🩹🍔T4T and autistic4autistic!!!!!!This is the ultimate Todomomo truth,hold onto it in your hearts!

❤️‍🩹🍔Biracial4Biracial too!!Shouto is part bangladeshi on Rei's side and Momo is a blasian latina(dominicana-mexican)and they teach eachother about their cultures

❤️‍🩹🍔Goth gf x Pastel gf,of the punk flavors for both!Dabi radicalized Momo as what started out as a plan to get at Shouto but started to actually love her as found siblings and pseudo-dad and daughter so it stuck

❤️‍🩹🍔Aaaaand both catkin!!They found out through taking quizzes in the middle of the night on Shouto's bed and Momo furiously snacking in nerves with him not minding and make almost all their diy and thrifted junk cat themed,watch cat videos a lot and have soooo many cat memes and cat facts saved as a result!

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo is 6'5 and thick as fuck(buff and fat queen),Shouto is 5'9 forever and her bisexual twunk(*Megan Thee Stallion voice*He love tall women)

❤️‍🩹🍔Their usual dates are cat cafes,boba shops,diy sessions,the arcade,playing Animal crossing,PlayPlaces(non-Mcd.onalds,the Bnha verse version by McHeroes!!),library visits,basement shows,cryptid/ghost hunting and skateboarding and rollerblading!!Momo loves her some burgers and Shouto makes sure her drink is always warm/cold enough for her

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo gets insecure about wearing swimsuits so Shouto hypes her up and calls her hot,pretty,cute,etc with no filter and it embarrasses her so she tells him to shup up but can't help but actually feel better even as she covers her face

❤️‍🩹🍔And she returns the favor when he gets top surgery and is unsure over his new scars,raving about how handsome he is and how she has the 'manliest' boyfriend ever and he shyly tells her to quit it but gets sad when she stops so she keeps going

❤️‍🩹🍔Red velvet food is a Todomomo aesthetic -not necessarily their favorite food but look at red velvet based foods and tell me they aren't Todomomo core.Ya can't!!Dual Kawaii is also Todomomo core but that goes without saying

❤️‍🩹🍔Very much a fluff couple-They cover eachother in kisses but rarely on the lips unless it's just the two of them,hold hands and sit on eachother's laps in public with zero sexual undertones,no filter compliments with zero hesitation,piggy back rides and even rubbing/bonking/snuzzling their heads together like cats

❤️‍🩹🍔Speaking of which,Momo is longer and bigger than Shouto by a significant amount so he makes sure to carry her around and make her feel princess-y as often as possible so her dysphoria and ptsd don't haunt her

❤️‍🩹🍔Shouto lets Momo,Rei and his siblings(including the rest of the Tea Blend Crew)and ONLY Momo,Rei and his siblings(including the rest of the Tea Blend Crew)touch his scar.Momo created an oinment for it and he asks her apply it to him sometimes

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo's usual hairstyle is a butterfly locs ponytail and Shouto's hair is naturally straight and down to his mid-back.Shouto's favorite hairstyles on Momo are afropuffs,twists,dreads and a heart fade she had at one point and Momo convinced Shouto to grow out his hair by telling him she likes it better after he accidentally let it grow past his shoulders(babyboy is down bad LMFAO)

❤️‍🩹🍔After they get together,Momo starts dying her hair split down the middle pink to show Shouto how much she loves that they're the same in so many ways but that he also makes her feel like her own person and Shouto starts wearing his hair in high ponytails because he felt like he was broken before she came along and gave him a piece of herself so that he could feel complete instead of only half and half

❤️‍🩹🍔Shouto is a musician(guitarist)and Momo is an artist.Think those Hobie Brown and Miles Morales fanarts,Punkflower is so Todomomo-coded

❤️‍🩹🍔Chocolate covered strawberries are their signature food.They love both individually too,like Momo's ruby chocolate safe food and Shouto having an 'Kisses from when i'm not here' Hershey's Kiss jar at their place,but they had a chocolate fountain at the restaurant they went to on their first date and they fed eachother the strawberries after dipping them in it that night so it brings up special memories♡

❤️‍🩹🍔'Why does Shouto call you babygirl?' 'Gender validation'(Momo is so bbg,Shouto is so real for that /platonic).Momo in turn calls Shouto 'Kit Cat' and 'Gatitito' and he calls her 'Beloved' but in bengali

❤️‍🩹🍔They research their special interests and infodump together and find goods of them for eachother,as well as making extra personalized versions of merch

❤️‍🩹🍔They also watch preschooler/elementary school/middle school shows and movies and do facepaint,eat stuff like cat shaped grilled cheese sandwitches and strawberry milk,draw with chalk during after school hours,do matching kandi,Momo frequently wears overalls and Shouto frequently wears skull shapped goggles,etc.Kidcore love!!

❤️‍🩹🍔Momo is what allowed Dabi and Shouto to repair their relathionship.He mentored Momo so he hangs out with them all the time and is a reliable older figure in their lives way more than Endeavour and the Yaoyorozu parents ever were and also helped them figure out how to get together and date properly thanks to his own slowburn experience with Jin

❤️‍🩹🍔Specifics:He'll chaperone them at punk shows so they know what they're doing,he also provides advice on how to be vigilantes,he has zero fucks to give about 'keeping up his image' so he participates in some of the kiddy stuff they do as bonding and he's trans autistic himself so he helped them on transitioning with diy'd hrt and steals shit for them as gifts too

❤️‍🩹🍔And people/the media in-universe try to add him as a pedo cishet bullshit love triangle thing so the three of them worked together into scaring them into never doing it again

❤️‍🩹🍔Also if Todomomo is chocolate covered strawberries,Shouto,Momo and Dabi is cotton candy with oreo pieces(iykyk)

❤️‍🩹🍔Dabi's given chronic pain meds made by Momo with her quirk too!!

❤️‍🩹🍔Shouto has a special interest in lost media and Momo loves it too but perfers niche femme things like Shopkins

❤️‍🩹🍔Todomomo piercings:Angel bites,septum and industrial(Shouto)and spider bite,studed ears and belly button ring(Momo)

❤️‍🩹🍔And if i said they're Ghibli romantics?Both the dynamic + They're huge Studio Ghibli fans

❤️‍🩹🍔Please imagine Shouto and Momo in the Family Guy death pose after having their first energy drinks combos Grimace Shake memes style

❤️‍🩹🍔Their MLP ship counterpart is Sunset Shimmer and Pinkie Pie(Red-coded redeemed teenage dirtbag x Pink-coded sunshine fluffball with reality warping)

❤️‍🩹🍔They're huge Mcr fans.Not That Kind of Girl and To The End are Todomomo anthems and they have Killjoysonas they ship together!!

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Motherly reader babying them~

William James Moriarty

Despite William is still a little skeptical about the thought of him being babied out. But let’s be real here, this man is touch starved! Let’s all agree that William is a LITTLE spoiled.

He never had a mom in general, so he really can’t imagine what mother’s love feels like. He’s an orphan and he never knew his mother. So mother’s love is definitely not something he can experience… Well… That’s before he met you…

After he met you. He somehow starts to know what a mother’s love feels like. It’s a strange sensation, but it’s a good kind of strange. The best one yet. And he wouldn’t like it any other way.

He was definitely embarrassed about admitting himself being a little spoiled and touch starved. But he doesn’t try to deny it so much like Albert. Since it’s pretty clear that he may be a bit touch starved.

He can clearly notice your motherly behavior from the start of the relationship. Like how you oftenly cooks for him, and remind him to drink water, and regularly ask him if he had eaten. He also loves how you like to bake cookies for him and and feed him them. Also his biggest weakness is how you feed him cookies while he sits on your lap, it always makes him feel weak around you.

He’s definitely flustered with how you treated him like a child. But he honestly loves how you spoil him! It makes him feel warm and gives him butterflies. He really do love it.

His behavior of being more childlike is actually quite subtle and slow. And most of the time it’s unnoticeable, but it’s probably because he rarely shows how spoiled and clingy he is in public. And most of the time he shows how spoiled he is in private when he’s alone with you. But you can notice how he’s a bit more clingy from time to time.

Despite he’s a little embarrassed being spoiled. He’s not exactly ashamed of it and more accepting to that side of his unlike Albert. He can admit that to you, but only you tough~

He really loves the way you’re loving him. It makes him feel like he was in cloud 9. It really comforts him after everything he has to go trough. It’s the first time he ever felt so calm and comfortable with anyone else. You don’t know how happy he is to have you…

He honestly don’t mind you babying him . If anything he really likes it (please do baby him). He also loves how you feed him cookies while also gently caressing his cheek. He also adored how you hold him close every night and sing him a lullaby to sleep. It makes him feel safe and protected everytime he’s in your arms~….

He just faces into your love and affection. He won’t complain at all when you put him on your lap and cradle him. He just enjoys the attention that he’s getting.

Louise is actually thrilled to have you caring for William. He honestly really look up to you cause you’re able to make his brother so happy and comfortable with only your presence. He only wants the best for his brother after all, and there’s no one else in the world that he would let his brother be with. Albert is also glad that William found a woman he’s completely comfortable with.

He oftenly lays his head on your lap when he takes a nap and let you play with his hair as he falls asleep. But he also really enjoys laying in bed as you softly scratch his back until he falls asleep. Either way, he loves it!

And for cradling…. Well, he REALLY likes it. It’s embarrassing but he honestly likes it so much. It makes him feel like a baby, sure. But he just can’t ignore the fact that it makes his heart melt.

He just felt so calm laying his head on your shoulders and smelling your sweet scent while you rock him back and forth slowly in your arms. It was the first time he was ever treated like this and he adores it to the very core…

It doesn’t took him long to adapt his his new behavior and tendencies. He accepts that new side of his and learn to live with it. He let’s himself act all spoiled to you without any shame at all. His childhood wasn’t exactly the “prettiest” so he’s glad to try to have a good and loving childhood now. And you believe in “there’s no such thing as too late to have a happy childhood”!.

Only a few people in the crew notice his mildly childlike acts. Well, it’s not exactly childlike he’s just clingier and his acts is similar to a behavior of a quiet child that clings onto her mother. But you still count that as a childlike behavior cause it’s not how he usually acts like.

Being a crime consultant is no easy work. It’s exhausting most of the time and he often deal with rotten nobles. Not a pleasant job to have. But when he’s with you, he can finally be able to forget everything and feel that maybe the world isn’t as dark as it is.

He always try to express his gratitude by showering you in praises and compliments and tells you just how much he loves you. Honestly, he will not hesitate to WORSHIP you like a GODDESS. (Which you are in his eyes) and loving every single inch of your being. You always feel so lucky to have him.

Finally! I did the William version!

Sorry for the late updates, but I have to write it down in my notebook before posting it tumblr. For some reason this was the toughest to write, I even listen to Mommy asmr while writing this.

This one’s for all my Mommies out there❤️😘