#So bouncy and full of joy

[whereismyhat5678]

I did my first ever edit of a character (and my first ever edit period) so if it looks dog I’m sorry :’D

Anyways….I listened to this song and I couldn’t help but think of Gustavo dancing in the one GIF so I just did an edit-

Man I hope the quality is alright-

[soupsailor]

i still haven't beaten patho classic and the reason for that is that whenever i try to stream it to my friends we get distracted and end up making images like this

i don't even know how this keeps happening but its the most fun i've ever had

there are many more. beware

[hyruling]

number 50 for the prompts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

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“You’re staring.”

He is. Has been, all night, and apparently finally been caught.

They’re in the kitchen, again, and Buck is watching him, flushed from the alcohol they’ve been drinking and the exertion of the game of charades that got a little too rowdy. Everyone else is in the living room, clustered around Bobby like a herd of elephants protecting their young, and when Buck got up to refill the snacks Eddie unfolded himself from the armchair and followed.

So yeah, he’s been staring. As if it’s his fault. Buck is wearing that cardigan that pulls tight across his chest and makes his eyes look stupidly blue. He’s forgone any hair product, curls bouncy and so touchable it’s been driving him crazy all night. And Bobby is in his house, something he thought he’d never get to see again. Chris is home, tucked away in his room with Denny and Mara and probably Jee, entertaining themselves away from the embarrassing adults. The world is right again, and pleasantly fuzzy from all the wine Karen’s been plying him with all night.

And Buck. He’s already mentioned the cardigan, and the hair, but Buck has been in his element tonight. Full of laughter, the spirit Eddie was worried had been broken forever repaired and thriving. He’s been fluttering around the house, refilling drinks and serving food with a bright smile that he can’t get enough of.

Buck’s glancing over at him now, hands busy with re-plating a charcuterie board. He has a soft smile just for Eddie, and it makes him a little nauseous with how painfully in love with him he is. How stupid he’s been to have wasted so much time pretending he wasn’t.

“Earth to Eddie?” Buck says, grin widening into something teasing.

“Hmm?” Eddie asks, settling against the counter behind him while Buck works at the island. He fiddles with his wineglass, nearly empty, and watches Buck cut up a block of gouda cheese. He’s pushed the sleeves of the cardigan to his elbows, forearms flexing, and Eddie can’t quite make himself look away.

“I said you’re staring,” Buck repeats with a little laugh. “Did you follow me in here just to watch, or are you gonna help?”

“I’m fine right here,” Eddie answers, delighting in Buck’s eye roll, the blush that creeps into his cheeks. “It’s a good view.”

Buck goes crimson, drops the block of cheddar he’d been about to slice. “Eddie. You can’t say that kind of shit when I have a knife in my hand.”

“Why?” Eddie teases, and the back of Buck’s neck turns red. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders how far it spreads. “Does it make you flustered, Buckley?”

He knows it does. But that certainty was hard earned, having spent weeks agonizing over living in such close quarters with Buck, telling himself all kinds of stories about why his heart raced when their hands brushed over the coffee pot, convinced Buck must not feel the same way. Until his tía had walloped him upside the head, metaphorically speaking, a few weeks in and told him to lock Buck down before it was too late.

In her own words, of course.

He suspects she had a similar conversation with Buck, given the way he’d come inside after seeing her to her car, red-faced and avoiding Eddie’s eyes. They’d stuttered and tiptoed around each other for a few days before settling back into their normal, which Eddie had finally come to realize was not most people’s normal.

“I—shut up,” Buck says, and picks up the cheese.

But now that he’s started, he can’t help himself. Fueled by three and a half glasses of wine, and the profound joy that’s bursting to spill out of his ribcage, he inches closer until his hip presses into the island right next to Buck.

Buck goes briefly rigid but recovers quickly — Eddie wouldn’t even have noticed the slip if he wasn’t watching him so closely. He keeps slicing cheese methodically, eyes fixed determinedly on his hands.

“Looking a little flushed there, bud,” Eddie says. “Too much wine?”

Buck huffs and flushes harder. “I only had two glasses. What’s that, your fourth?”

“You monitoring my drinking?” Eddie asks, and Buck chuckles.

“Only cause I know you’ll have a massive headache later,” Buck replies. “Good thing I stocked up on Excedrin last week.”

He finishes the cheese and starts in on some sausage, unwrapping it from the plastic, and Eddie can’t resist.

“Nice sausage you got there.”

Buck chokes on spit and drops the knife, turning to face Eddie at last. “Eddie. What is this?”

“What?” Eddie asks innocently. He’s too drunk to properly flirt, never flirted with a man before and is rusty nonetheless; but Buck is responding beautifully, in a way that he knows only he could tease out of him.

“You’re complimenting my sausage?”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s a nice one, that’s all. Thick, firm. I’d like to taste it—”

Buck’s hand covers his mouth, cutting him off, and his blood sings from the contact, from Buck flush against him, so close he could count his eyelashes. He barely resists the urge to lick his hand.

“Eddie,” Buck says in a low, plaintive voice that’s doing nothing to calm down his dick, which is not uninterested in the sudden lack of personal space. “You gotta—you know what you’re doing. Don’t—don’t be mean.”

And that—he knows then that they’re not on equal footing, that Buck is still operating under the illusion that Eddie’s not attainable, not already his. That the uptick in Eddie’s heated stares, his hand on Buck’s lower back while he’s cooking, the hip checks at the bathroom sink, have not communicated as clearly as he thought how much he wants this.

So Eddie nods, still silenced by Buck’s hand, and purses his lips until Buck can feel them against his palm. Buck snags it back like he’s been burned, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says softly. He picks up Buck’s hand and presses another kiss to his knuckles, keeping his eyes fixed on Buck’s. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Buck looks lost, staring at him the way he had when Eddie appeared amongst the rubble and dust weeks ago — like he’s a ghost, like he’d never seen him before.

“A-are you sure? Because Eddie, I can’t—”

Eddie closes the scant distance between them, catches Buck’s jaw in one hand, and kisses him.

Buck doesn’t kiss him back at first, frozen in Eddie’s gentle grip — and then he’s making a soft, hurt sound and pulling Eddie closer, hands immediately snaking under his shirt to find the skin of Eddie’s back. His head spins when Buck’s tongue teases at his lips, and he tastes like wine and salt and—

“Buckaroo, what’s the hold up—oh.”

Buck rips away, putting nearly a foot of space between them, and Eddie laughs, giddy. Chim looks like the cat who got the cream when he turns around, face split into a wide grin.

“Whatcha doing gentlemen?” he asks with a snap his gum, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

Buck sputters behind him, but Eddie just shrugs and leans back until he feels Buck’s chest pressed against his back.

“Nothing really. I was just asking Buck about his sausa—”

Buck’s hand slaps over Eddie’s mouth again, pulling him tighter against his chest with the move, and Chim howls out a laugh.

“I knew it!” he cries, clapping his hands together and spinning around. “Maddie! You owe me fifty bucks!”

“Hey!” Buck calls, but it’s too late — Chim’s gone.

Eddie does lick Buck’s hand then, and Buck releases him with a squeal. Eddie turns around and chuckles at Buck’s red face, staring at him helplessly. He can’t help but lean up to press a kiss to his flushed cheek, stroking over the other with a gentle thumb.

“We’re about to be swarmed,” Eddie says. He can already hear exclamations and shrieks coming from the living room and knows they have seconds before their little bubble is shattered. “I love you, and I mean it. And I really can’t wait to try your sausage.”

Buck snorts and drops his head to press against Eddie’s forehead, eyes brimming with what look like tears. Eddie thumbs a stray one away with the hand on his cheek. “Eddie, I—I love you so much, it’s—I—”

“What have we here?”

It’s Hen that breaks them apart this time. Buck’s smiling sheepishly over Eddie’s shoulder, and when Eddie turns, he sees at least four people trying to crowd in the doorway, the rest cloistered behind them in the dining room. Buck sighs, and drops a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before beckoning them in.

“Alright. Get in here, you animals.”

Like a dam breaking their family descends, pouring into every nook and cranny, and Eddie swears his kitchen has never felt so warm.

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prompts xo

[hearts4sturn]

BABY FEVER – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: babysitting your three year old niece with your boyfriend is not for the weak warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, mentions of having a child ???, fluff!!

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice rang out across the yard, the little girl’s excitement practically vibrating through the air as she came running toward y/n. her tiny feet barely kept up with her eagerness, and she almost tripped over them in her rush. but before y/n could even fully step inside, ruby was already in her arms, wrapping herself around y/n’s legs in a tight, exuberant hug.

“well, hey there, rubs!” y/n laughed, grinning as she bent down to scoop ruby up into her arms, easily lifting the toddler into the air. “how’s my favorite niece doing today?” she asked, her voice soft with affection.

ruby beamed up at her aunt, holding y/n’s face in her small hands, her fingers gently pressing into y/n’s cheeks as she looked up, her eyes wide and sparkling with pride. “mommy let me have stra-bees today!” she said, her little mouth stretching into a huge, toothy grin.

“oh really? strawberries, huh? that sounds yummy!” y/n replied with a teasing smile, her heart warming at ruby’s excitement.

“i got lots and lots of stra-bees!” ruby said, her words tumbling out in a rush as her enthusiasm made her talk faster than usual. but her smile said it all, clear and bright.

“lucky you,” y/n said, brushing a lock of ruby’s hair from her forehead, her fingers lingering on the toddler’s soft skin. “you’re going to be all bouncy with all that sugar!” she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

ruby nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with the thrill of her treat. “yeah! i got so many, auntie!” she exclaimed, her little hands still holding onto y/n’s face as if to make sure she heard every word.

just as y/n was about to respond, a voice from behind them broke in, teasing but full of warmth. “hey! there’s no hello for me?” matt’s voice rang out, and y/n turned, laughing as she saw him standing there with his arms crossed in playful mock offense.

ruby’s face immediately lit up at the sound of his voice. she kicked her legs in the air, her little hands reaching for y/n’s shirt as if she couldn’t contain her joy any longer.

“uncle matt!” she squealed, her face lighting up like the sun. she wiggled in y/n’s arms, signaling that she was ready to be handed over to him.

y/n chuckled, lowering ruby gently to the floor. the moment her feet touched the ground, the toddler took off running toward matt, her small feet barely touching the ground as she practically flew toward him.

“hey, rubs,” matt greeted her with a grin, crouching down to scoop her up into his arms. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the room as she clung to him, her tiny hands grabbing at his shoulders with all the energy she could muster.

y/n smiled at the sight of them, her heart swelling with affection. there was something so simple and pure about the way they interacted, so effortless and full of love. watching them together made y/n's heart ache in the best way, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

just then, y/n turned to her sister-in-law, who was hurriedly gathering her things as she prepared to head out. “thank you so much for agreeing to look after her,” she said with a sincere smile. “i’m really sorry it’s so last minute—my work called me in unexpectedly and our babysitter was already busy and—”

y/n cut her off with a gentle smile and a wave of her hand. “it’s okay, really. i understand.

“thank you again, both of you. i just have to rush out now, but seriously, i really appreciate it.”

y/n smiled and gently placed her hand over her sister-in-law’s, reassuring her. “hey, it’s no problem. sometimes life just throws things at us, but matt and i are always happy to look after our favorite niece. you don’t need to apologize.”

her sister-in-law sighed in relief, visibly relaxing now that her mind was at ease. “thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. and ruby…” she turned to her daughter with a smile, crouching to her level. “you remember what i said, right? behave yourself, okay? don’t make things too hard on auntie y/n and uncle matt.”

“yes, mommy! see you later!” ruby chirped happily, her voice a little squeakier with excitement. she waved enthusiastically as her mother made her way out the door, her small body practically jumping with joy.

y/n crouched down to ruby’s level, giving her a gentle smile as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind the toddler’s ear. “alright, sweetheart…” y/n began, her voice soft and coaxing. “how about we go to the park now? sound good?”

“yes!!” ruby’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the suggestion, and before y/n could say another word, she grabbed her aunt’s hand, tugging her toward the door with all the energy she had.

“hey, hey, rubs, slow down a little, okay?” matt called from behind them, his voice warm with amusement. “we’re not in a hurry. no need to rush.”

ruby paused for a split second, glancing up at matt with a sudden serious expression. then, without missing a beat, she broke into a giggle, her tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. “okay, uncle matt!” she said in her sing-song voice, still holding tightly to y/n’s hand as they made their way toward the door.

“okay, go put on your shoes, and let’s get going!” y/n called to ruby, who immediately dashed over to her shoe rack. she excitedly picked out her favorite pair of pink light-up sneakers, practically bouncing as she put them on.

“let’s go, auntie!” ruby exclaimed, her words tumbling out in her usual burst of excitement. she was already back at y/n’s side, her hand once again grabbing y/n’s as she tugged her toward the door. matt followed closely behind, his steps light and easy as he kept pace with the two girls.

once they arrived at the park, ruby didn’t waste a single second. she immediately let go of y/n’s hand and ran straight for the swing set, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could go. “uncle matt! push me, please!” she called back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“alright, rubs, i’ve got you,” matt said with a chuckle, walking over to the swings with a grin. he was already getting ready to push her when y/n stepped back, watching from the sidelines, content to simply enjoy the moment.

y/n leaned against a nearby bench, her heart swelling with warmth as she watched matt gently push ruby on the swing. ruby’s delighted giggles filled the air, her hands gripping the chains as she soared higher into the sky. matt’s face was lit up with joy as he pushed her, and for a brief moment, y/n’s heart ached in the best way. she had always dreamed of being a mom, and watching matt with ruby was a constant reminder of how natural and beautiful he was with kids. sometimes, it made her wonder what it would be like to have a daughter of their own.

“auntie y/n!” ruby’s voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see the little girl waving at her from the swing. “come here, auntie y/n!”

y/n smiled warmly and walked over, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “yes, sweetie?”

“get on the swing too!” ruby said excitedly, pointing to the empty swing next to hers. “uncle matt will push both of us!”

y/n chuckled at ruby’s enthusiasm and nodded. “alright, alright, i’ll join you.” she sat down on the swing next to ruby, and as soon as she did, she felt matt give her a push. but it wasn’t just any push—it was a little too much.

“matt–!” y/n yelped, her voice a mixture of surprise and mock indignation. “too high!”

matt laughed along with ruby, clearly enjoying her reaction. ruby giggled uncontrollably, her small hands gripping the swing’s chains as she kicked her feet in the air.

“auntie y/n, you’re so funny!” ruby laughed, her bright eyes sparkling with amusement. “okay, uncle matt, i want off now! let’s go to the next thing!” she said, pointing excitedly to the rest of the playground.

“alright, rubs,” matt said, laughing as he helped y/n down. the trio made their way toward the slides, with ruby already running ahead, eager to explore the next adventure.

when they returned home later that afternoon, ruby was practically bursting with energy, eager to tell her mom about everything. “mommy!” she shouted as she burst through the door, still riding high on the excitement of the day. “mommy, i had so much fun!”

y/n’s sister-in-law, who had been waiting by the door, crouched down to scoop her daughter up into her arms. “hey, sweetie. how was your day with auntie y/n and uncle matt?” she asked, her smile warm as she hugged ruby tight.

“was so fun! we went to the park, and uncle matt pushed me on the swings, and auntie y/n too!” ruby said excitedly, her words coming out in a happy rush.

“oh really now? sounds like you had a blast. now, how about you take off your shoes and wash your hands, okay? mommy’s going to chat with auntie y/n and uncle matt for a minute,” her mom suggested, giving ruby a gentle kiss on the cheek before letting her go.

ruby nodded eagerly and scampered off to do as instructed, her little feet pattering across the floor as she removed her sneakers and headed toward the bathroom.

once ruby was out of earshot, y/n’s sister-in-law turned to the couple with a grateful smile. “thank you so much for looking after her again,” she said, her voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

y/n waved it off with a smile. “hey, you don’t have to thank us all the time. we’re family. we’d be happy to look after her any time,” she reassured her, her voice warm and comforting.

her sister-in-law smiled back, her eyes filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she repeated, a soft laugh escaping her as she made her way toward the door. “i’ll see you both soon.”

“take care!” y/n and matt called in unison, waving her goodbye. as the door clicked shut, the two of them shared a quiet smile, content with the simple joys of the day.

after a peaceful moment, they both climbed into matt’s van, letting out a simultaneous sigh as they settled into the comfortable silence. the weight of the afternoon's activities had finally caught up with them, and the car felt cozy and familiar.

“do you have it too?” y/n asked, her voice soft as she turned to glance at matt. there was a slight catch in her breath, a tender look in her eyes as she searched his face for an answer.

“baby fever?” matt said with a knowing smile, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “yeah, i’ve got it. bad.”

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping as she stared out the window. her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, a little frown tugging at her lips. “we’re too young though. i know we are... but she’s just so cute.”

matt chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he met her eyes. “i know, baby. i want one too. believe me. but we should give it a few more years. we’re not exactly in the right place yet.”

“but matttt,” she whined, her voice taking on a playful tone. “she’s so tiny and perfect. i just wanna take her home and keep her forever.”

matt smiled at her, his thumb gently brushing over her hand as he reached out to take it. “i know, babe. i get it. i really do. but we’ve got time. a lot of time. no need to rush into it. we’ll get there, i promise. just a few more years, okay?”

y/n let out another sigh, this one a little heavier, but she nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “just a few more years, huh?” she repeated quietly, as though trying to convince herself.

“yeah, just a few,” matt confirmed softly, his voice soothing as he leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. his lips lingered there for a moment, his eyes closing in contentment. “we’ll be great when the time comes, i know it.”

y/n rested her head against the seat, closing her eyes for a moment. the idea of waiting was hard, but she trusted matt. they had their whole future ahead of them. “okay,” she whispered, finally relaxing into the comfort of the moment. “just a few more years.”

wc: 2.2k

author's note: hai please tell me this isn't cringe ty

dividers: @cafekitsune

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[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

chewtoy | s. gojo

✮ tags ; dead dove: do not eat, noncon, humiliation, abuse of power / power imbalance, master / servant relationship, titles like master satoru, he's being Really Fucking Weird (sniffs u a bunch...rip), oral(f!receiving) 18+

✮ wc ; 2k (????)

✮ a/n ; horrible horrible man. can he leave me alone. extension of this

"The young Master is calling for you."

You try not to flinch. Aiko gives you a warm, summery smile and a soft nudge to your side. You can only assume this means you've succeeded and she doesn't sense your disgust.

"He's so fond of you," She ends her sentence with a wispy sigh. "Must be nice to have a rich, powerful man fawn over you a bit, right?"

You remain indifferent. She smiles again. You think she is infinitely more beautiful than you. Soft, bouncy hair and smooth skin. Her naive nature makes her shine brighter than one thousand suns. It'd be nice if the young Master showed interest in someone like her.

You put the dream to rest quickly.

"You shouldn't keep him waiting," She hums. It's so innocent. "Go on, don't let me keep you."

You don't tell her you wish she would keep you. She is also right that you should not keep him waiting. If he's summoned you to his chambers deliberately, that means he is already feeling impatient. Master Satoru never seeks you out unless he is in some kind of mood.

He's had this habit since childhood. You've never made him aware of it, and you don't plan too. One of the few things you help you know what to expect from him.

You nod her along, tell her to finish up work in the living quarters to which she agrees merrily. Her spirits are lifted by the prospect of the young Master showing you fondness. Some part of you wishes you could share in her joy.

A pit of dread makes your steps heavy, but your footfall is light and beautiful. You are poised and cool as you walk along the dark, dreary hallways that lead to the Master's office.

A door swallowed in shadow, a single light shining on the golden plaque with the young Master's full name. You knock twice, announcing yourself.

"You're here," He says. You try not to flinch. You're certain you do not succeed. You are thankful he cannot see you - or you hope he can't. "Come in,"

You open the door and step inside to his office - shutting the door behind you. Muscle memory guides you to your curtsy. You bow politely.

"Yes, Master?"

"So stuffy," His voice makes your chest feel tight with discomfort. Frustration ebbs underneath it, cuts like a jagged edged knife. "At least call me, Satoru. Our relationship is much better than that, I thought."

"I could never be so informal to the young Master," You say, and then concede. "But I will call you Master Satoru, if you wish."

"How obstinate," He drawls. You do not life your head to see the face he makes. You already know what it looks like. It's burned into your mind. "But I suppose I'll make do. Lift your head."

You lift your head, but do not look at his face.

"Come closer,"

You step towards him, your lungs pushing air out of you manually. Remembering to breathe evenly is a herculean task. He beckons you closer until you're within distance of his touch.

He glances at you. "Look at me."

You try not to hesitate and force your eyes forward. His eyes undress you. Pointed gaze falls along your features, outlines your every inch, and analyzes your face. You remain even. He hums.

His frivolity is missing. This is suddenly more frightening. His mood is worse than you thought.

"Lift your skirt,"

Your muscles tense as you try not to shake. You succeed. He lets out a soft breath before he drops down onto his knees. You do not let yourself make any sort of expression, averting your gaze. He stares long and hard at your clothed pussy.

You tremble. He assess you silently, eyes flitting up.

"Sit in my chair with your skirt over your waist. So I can see you properly and all."

You listen to his instructions mindlessly. The velvet of his chair and warmth of his remaining body heat touch your bare ass and thighs. Satoru turns to you, still on knees. His hand wraps around your ankles and slips your shoes off of you.

You close your eyes. Sudden intimacy makes you slink back.

"Look at me."

It is is a command. You let your gaze fall on him again and watch on in excruciating nausea. Your stomach twists violently at the fragility of it all. Slender fingers hook into your knee socks and pull them down along your calve until they're off. His gaze catches yours. He does not smile at you. His hand comes around your ankle again and lifts your leg closer to his face. His nose presses against the bend of your foot.

He inhales. You try not to react but you can feel your eyes go wide. Feel your muscles clench, your heart sinking. Iron fills your mouth.

He lets his nose nudge up against the top of your calf.

"Young Master,"

He stares at you. Irritation flits through his gaze. There's no getting out of this, no mercy. You slink back again. He does smile that time.

Your body prickles with unwanted heat at the sensation. He licks along your legs, biting the supple skin - huffing the scent of your sweat every time he goes along. His teeth sink perversely into your flesh, sucking until there's throbbing, marks against your calves. The color of an orchid, purple and red. Fear strikes in you like a match. His grip on your ankles moves to the back of your calves and squeezes tight. He repeats the process on both calves intently.

There's claim to this. You know this part of him. He is claiming you with vicious confidence. Something with deeper magnitude then lust. For you, he is desire and ownership and want incarnat. A testament of his own beliefs. You willfully do no make noise aside from a gasp or breath.

You don't know how long it takes until he's satisfied with the state both legs.

He moves up. Bites the soft flesh of your thigh. You nearly spit out another useless plea. Shamelessness makes up his every move. His tongue slides over every single inch of your bare skin until his noses brushes along your cunt.

He doesn't lick you there. Not right away. Again he sniffs, breathes you in deep and uncomfortable. It's violating in all senses of the word, his grip tightening on your thighs as he huffs your scent. You haven't bathed. You've practically been running around since morning, but he doesn't let up and breathes you in anyway.

You squirm at that point. Your face contorts so slightly and he's watching you for it. His face finally cracks a smile and abject dread makes your spine lock up.

"Mm," He emphasizes the sound. It's so loud in such a quiet room. "That's it."

You don't have the strength to say anything.

It's frighteningly abrupt and rough, the feeling of his mouth along your pussy. He sucks at your clit from outside the fabric and you gasp - suddenly helpless. It's not the first time, of course not. But it's never this... random. Never this rough.

Your back arches at the sudden motion, face breaking - and Satoru grips you tighter and forces you back into the chair. Forces his tongue against your clit and sucks hard through the cotton material. Your body betrays you in its reaction - nipples pebbling underneath your clothes. Nearly screaming from the sensitivity. Your lower body is all ache - hickeys and bruises and bite marks making you throb perpetually. Too much, too much, too much.

Shame floods your system as the first spike of arousal forces itself from you - your cunt floods, gushing with a sudden spike of want from rough treatment. The sound of him sucking you so hard and drenching it with his saliva echoes across the room. You're sure it's traveling into the hall.

"Master Satoru," Your voice is even but it cracks on his name. Tears form at the corners of your eyes - fear and shame mixing into desperation. "Satoru,"

He hums into your pussy and you shake. "What is it? What wish would you like your master to fulfill for you.

"Please," Your voice is hoarse. Bone-deep exhaustion is out done by adrenaline. "Not through the fabric, please. It's dirty."

He sucks again and you keen - nails digging into your palms as you throw your head back.

"Your Masters spit soaking your panties is dirty? How rude." He teases. The whimper leaves your mouth without permission. You wish this would end soon but even amidst your fog you know that is not more than a pipe dream.

He takes them off. Rolls them down your thighs all wet and drops them. You let out a sigh of relief before his nose bridges touches your clit again. Swallowing the sound, you look away.

"It's soaked," He says conversationally, "Your needy little cunt is making a mess of your Master's chair. Tsk, tsk - so shameful."

"I'm sorry," You croak, unsure of what else to say. "I'll clean it."

He laughs, seemingly alleviated from his prior upset at the state of your humiliation.

"I'm sure you'll do an excellent job," He rests his hand over the mound of your sex - using pointer and thumb to spread your lips apart and get view of your swollen little clit. He breathes on it. "But you're still begging me for my attention down here. Filthy pussy for such a meticulous maid. Do you know how wet you are? Did you miss me so much?"

You don't answer him. He goes on.

"I thought of you all week," His voice is soft. Tinged with affection, or something like it. "Ahh, dealing with higher ups is such a pain."

You stare at him. He looks back at you with a smile. You flinch. You flinch certainly. "But I can always take it out on you, can't I? This perfect, filthy, needy cunt. It'll only every belong to me and I get to use it to my hearts content. I thought of that suddenly then called you."

It's not just your cunt he's interested in. That'd be relieving if that were the case. If he only ever used you to vent his sexual frustrations, treat you like a personal cocksleeve. You think it might be better that way.

He's too fond of you for that.

The young Master treats you like a chew toy instead. He bites, licks, slobbers, and misuses you. He might hump you to chase his high from time to time, might throw you around for rough sex should the mood suit him. But he's not a clueless oaf, some classless barbarian who only feels pleasure from his cock.

His violation is something else. It's deeper in scent, richer in taste. It is born from his greatness.

He's smart enough to know exploitation and that's what gets him off most. He exploits you. Exploits your reactive body, exploits your stoicism, exploits your dedication to your duty. You're his chew toy because you are designed to be unbreakable. You are indestructible.

But you have the perfect amount of give. You flinch, sigh, and whimper enough to make your Master thrilled. You squeak and moan like you're heat addled when he plays with you enough.

To Satoru, you're the most perfect thing to ever grace his life. His favorite toy that he's bitten at since he was just a boy and grew so fond of.

No matter how much you end up in tatters, Satoru can't help but love you with all of his heart.

You get exhausted being thrown around. But you can't go anywhere, either. He's so watchful of you. He might go crazy and bite if you were to disappear.

"Cum for me," He says, sucking on your clit much more softly. He's gentle but exact. Knows the ins and outs of your body enough to send you racing towards the edge with an unimaginable speed. You gasp and shudder, holding onto his chair for your life as an orgasm shoots through like lightning through a telephone wire.

You cum. You cum hard, bruised and mind-broken and nauseous and you cum so hard something spurts out of you and makes the chair wet. The young Master is nonplussed of course, and laps it up like a dog drinking water.

"Ahh, much better." He's pleased as he stands up and then bends down to your height. His hand cradles the back of your neck with a pleasant sigh as he forces a cum-soaked kiss onto your mouth. "Just as I thought, you were just what I needed."

Utterly defeated, you pull away with a gasp. "...I'm happy to serve you, Master Satoru."

"Such a nice sentence from your mouth, true or not." He gives you one more kiss, to the crown of your head. Too tender, too raw. "Prepare yourself to service me a bit more, then."

[xnalux]

I’d love love love pt3 of streamergfvi! You write her so well <3

streamer!vi hcs christmas special

part 1 part 2

warnings: nsfw 18+, fem!reader

pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine

author’s note: I had to rewrite it twice because my shitty computer was acting up so i'm not fully happy about how it turned out but i really hope you like it. merry christmas pretties ♡

streamergfvi: who didn't really care about christmas decorations but found herself following around an hyper excited and bouncy powder,arms full to the brim with boxes, each one threatening to spill over with the glittery treasures it contained

She found herself trying to balance her weight as powder sat on her shoulders in front of the christmas tree hanging the decorations to it.

''pow the tree is gonna fall over if you add another one''

vi groaned wrinkling her nose as she tried to get one of powder's braid out of her face.

''shut up you grinch''

powder just huffed focused on the task of putting the little elf on top of the tree, the younger sibling stretching out trying to reach the highest part of the fir making vi almost lose balance stumbling a little to the side

''stop moving so much!''

''well if you weren't so short...''

''you are shorter than me''

the two bickered as vander stared at them leaning agaist the kitchen's door frame, arms crossed and a fond smile on his face.

streamergfvi: who is incredibly competitive about snowball fights. her and powder have a little feud. their backyard, a canvas of white, is a battleground of strategically placed forts made of snow and colorful winter gear scattered about like the aftermath of a whimsical blizzard.

Their rivalry is legendary, a spectacle that has been the highlight of winter for the past few years. The neighborhood kids gather around the fence, their breaths forming clouds of anticipation as they whisper about the impending clash of the snow titans.

This year, you've decided to join in the fun, throwing your hat into the ring with Powder. You've been watching their snowball battles from the sidelines, sipping on hot cocoa and offering moral support, but the time has come to immerse yourself in the frosty fray.

The moment the fight begins, it's clear that Vi isn't going to go down without a fight. She charges towards you and Powder, her snowball arsenal at the ready. As she hurls the first volley, you both dodge and retaliate, sending your own icy projectiles flying in her direction. The snow crunches under your boots as you run and duck, the cold sting of the snowflakes on your skin only adding to the thrill.

"Hey, pretty''

vi calls out, her voice a mix of teasing and challenge as she aims another perfectly-formed snowball at you.

"You think you can beat me with those little snow pebbles?"

"Oh, this year you are going down, shortie!"

Powder shouts back, her laughter ringing out like a bell in the crisp winter air.

But vi isn't one to be outdone. She takes advantage of your momentary distraction, and before you know it, she's sneaking up on you from behind.

"Gotcha!"

she exclaims as she tackles you to the ground, the impact sending up a cloud of powdery snow that surrounds you both.

You're laughing too hard to protest as she straddles you, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Surrender, darling,"

she says, her breath warm on your cold cheek as she holds a snowball over your head.

"You know I'm the king of snowfights"

"Never!"

you reply, trying to push her off, your laughter turning into a playful growl. You wiggle and squirm, trying to break free from her firm grip, but she's too strong.

Powder, noticing your plight, hurls a snowball at Vi, which hits her square in the back.

"Cheap shot!" Vi yells, releasing you to retaliate.

This gives you the perfect opportunity to escape her grasp. You jump to your feet, a snowball in hand, and throw it back at her. It hits her right on the forehead, leaving a perfect white imprint.

"Oh, it's on now!"

she says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She wipes the snow away, her grin unyielding. It ends up with you straddling her lap asking her to ''beg for mercy'' as powder fill her jacket with snow.

streamergfvi who never lose the change to push her hand in the back pocket of your pants even when you are out in public. And when you playfully glare at her she just

"What?" she give your ass a little squeeze feigning innocence.

"It's cold out here!"

"Well, if my pocket is such a warm sanctuary, I might just have to charge rent,"

you tease, giving her a sideways smirk. She rolls her eyes dramatically, but the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth betrays her feigned annoyance.

"Rent, huh?"

she says, her voice a low purr as she leans closer, her breath ghosting against your cheek.

"What's the going rate for such prime real estate?"

"Oh, I don't know," you muse, playing along.

"Maybe a kiss for every squeeze?"

Her eyes widen for a moment, as if surprised by my boldness, before she laughs heartily, her whole body shaking with the sound.

"Is that a deal, then?"

The crowd bustles around you, a mix of laughter, chatter, and distant car horns.

"Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself in public,"

you say, though your voice is laden with affection.

Her hand retreats from your pocket, but only to slide around your waist, pulling you closer.

"You drive a hard bargain," she murmurs, her voice dropping to a whisper that only I can hear. "but it's worth it for that ass."

your laughter rings out again, a sound that never fails to make vi smile. She presses her cheek against your shoulder, her arms tightening around me.

"I'll be good," she promises, her breath warm against your neck.

"For now."

streamergfvi: who hates christmas songs but always ends up humming them whenever she gets lost in thoughts. When the two of you are alone, you can't help but laugh at the sight of her mouthing the lyrics. It's like watching a grumpy cat wearing a Santa hat. And when she catches you watching, she'll blush, a little embarrassed.

So, you lean in and whisper,

"You secretly love it,"

and she rolls her eyes

''shut up''

streamergfvi: who never lose the chance whenever the first notes of "All I Want for Christmas is You" waft through the air from some distant holiday playlist and you two are together, to mouths the words "All I want for Christmas is you,", a smug grin on her face as she points at you

streamergfvi: who is addicted to hot chocolate, it gets to the point it's almost concerning, the moment the first snowflake graces the ground, she's in full-on hot cocoa mode. She has collection of mugs that would put Santa's workshop to shame. marshmallows of every shape and size, whipped cream in canisters, and an assortment of chocolate chips that could fill a stocking.

But what she love even more is drinking it with you (she secretly adds more whipped cream to your mug just to make it more difficult for you to drink it without getting some on yourself)

You took a sip, trying to be dainty about it, but the whipped cream was just too tempting. It clung to your upper lip, a sweet little mustache that vi found absolutely adorable. She couldn't help but let out a soft giggle as she set her own mug down and leaned in. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her warm breath brushed against your skin as she tenderly licked the whipped cream from your nose. Her smirk widened into a grin, and you felt your cheeks flush.

You decided to play along, you leaned in closer, your sweet breath mingling as you looked at her battling your eyelishes

''thank you baby''

you whispered and you knew you've got her where you wanted by the way her breath hitched and her eyes gazed hungrily at your shiny lips. you let her almost close the gap but as soon as her lips brushed against yours, you pushed your finger, that you previously used to scoop some whipped cream, against her cheek pulling yourself back

"Two can play at this game,"

you whispered, a mischievous glint in your gaze.

gently, you traced the line of the whipped cream from her cheek to the corner of her mouth, painting a sweet path that you couldn't wait to follow. Her eyes still locked on yours, as you slowly briought your finger closer to your own mouth. With an exaggerated show of temptation, you sucked the whipped cream off, savoring the taste as it lingered on your tongue.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet''

her eyes flashed with need and you suddendly found yourself pulled onto her lap as she kissed you passionately

''i'm gonna cover you in whipped cream and lick you clean''

she whispered in your ear

streamergfvi: who let you convince her to wear matching christmas hairband for her christmas stream special.

You were casually lounging on her bed, your fingers dancing across the screen of your phone, searching for some holiday inspiration to sprinkle onto vi's upcoming Christmas stream special when a pop up advertisement caught your eye, a picture of candy cane-themed hairbands.

you looked at vi seated across from you, her back against the bed's headstand while she edited a video for her youtube channel on her lapton perched over her lap, you couldn't help but giggle imagining how she would look wearing it.

vi tore her gaze from the screen of her laptop and arched an eyebrow at you, a small smile curling her lips

''what's so funny?''

she asked as you pulled yourself up to sit on your knees in front of her and held the phone up in front of her. She let her eyes roam over the screen before a smirk formed on her face.

''Yes''

she said without even thinking about it

''yes?'' you asked surprised

''yes you would look incredibly cute in one of this, you want me to buy you one?''

you rolled your eyes

''I want us to wear it, for your christmas stream special''

Vi couldn't help but chuckle at the suggestion, a playful glint in her eyes as she took in the image of the candy cane hairbands.

She leaned forward, setting aside her laptop, and reached for the phone to get a closer look. "You want us to match?" she teased, her voice filled with amusement.

"Come on," you said with a grin

''what about my reputation? the chat is gonna give me hell about it''

you just pouted knowing full well she couldn't resist you ready to hit her with your secret convincing weapon

''please violet? please please please'

you looked at her battling your eyelishes and pushing yourself closer to her

''not fair'' she mumbles trying not to look at you as a blush painted her cheeks.

and that's how she found herself in front of the camera, a pair of candy cane-themed hairbands on her head and a scowl on her face as she read the chat. You giggling seated on her lap.

@/Ekk0: man bat your eyes three times if you are in danger

@/piltiespinerc: vi looks like an evil elf

@/sevikunt: she is also as short as an elf

streamergfvi: who runs as hot as a radiator and streams in a pair of grinch boxer and fuzzy socks set you gifted her and her hoodie. whenever you sleep together during winter it's like a battlefield because she pushes the blankets away in her sleep and you always need to pull them back up.

As the night wears on, the dance of the blankets continues. You, the recipient of her warmth, are engaged in a silent tug-of-war as she unconsciously kicks them off, leaving you exposed to the cold. Your limbs, accustomed to the warm sanctuary provided by the blanket fortress, scurry to pull the covers back up. The fabric whispers and shifts as you both adjust, trying to find a balance between your thermal preferences.

With a sleepy groan that is both endearing and exasperated, she rolls over, her eyes fluttering open just enough to reveal a sliver of hazy awareness. In one swift movement, she abandons the battle of the blankets, opting instead to use her own body as a human comforter. Her form, now a warm, heavy weight, settles over yours like a contented cat. Her head finds its place in the crook of your neck, her breath a gentle warmth against your skin.

Her words, muffled by the pillow and the weight of sleep, are a declaration of warmth and affection.

"Fuck the blankets,"

she murmurs,

"I can warm you up just fine."

And with that, she wraps her limbs around you, effectively trapping your body in a cocoon of love and heat. The battlefield of blankets is forgotten as you both sink into the warm embrace she offers, the chilly winter night outside now just a distant memory. The room feels smaller, but the bed feels infinitely cozier with her sprawled over you, her heartbeat a steady rhythm against your chest.

streamergfvi: who can't keep her hands to herself when you surprise her opening the door of your apartment in a elf costume. Vi mentioned to you once that she thought you would look really fucking cute in an elf costume and today you decided to surprise her. As the door to your apartment swings open vi's eyes widen in surprise and pure, unadulterated lust as she takes in the sight of you. Her gaze lingers on the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts peeking out from the tight green fabric, and the playful jingle of the bells adorning your hat and shoes.

"Look what Santa left me,"

she murmurs, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a knowing smile.

Before you can even answer, she's already closing the distance between you, her hands finding their way to your hips as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Your heart races as you feel her strong arms around you, the warmth of her body pressing against your own. The kiss deepens, her tongue exploring your mouth as if it's a place she's missed dearly. You melt into her embrace, letting out a content sigh.

Breaking the kiss, she looks into your eyes, a playful glint in her own.

"I think someone's been a very naughty elf," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

Without another word, she scoops you up and carries you into the kitchen, setting you effortlessly onto the cool kitchen counter. The suddenness of it all makes your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat. Your legs instinctively part to allow her closer, and she takes full advantage, stepping between them. Her eyes never leave yours as she leans in, the heat of her breath ghosting over your skin. Her voice is a low, seductive growl,

Her hands are everywhere, tracing the lines of your body with a familiarity that sends shivers down your spine. She runs her thumbs along the hem of your costume, pushing it up slightly to reveal more of your bare thighs. You can't help but whimper at the sensation, your body already responding to her touch.

Her mouth is a searing brand as it trails down your neck, leaving a path of kisses and nips that make you arch into her.

You lean back, supporting yourself on your elbows as she works her way down, her mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You can feel her hot breath against your skin, and it makes you squirm with anticipation.

''fuck violet please''

you moan throwing your head back

Her mouth finds its way to the apex of your thighs, and she kisses you through the thin barrier of your costume, making you squirm with need. The sound of the fabric tearing is music to your ears as she decides she's had enough of the foreplay and dives in, her tongue meeting your skin with a hunger that matches your own.

You grip the counter's edge, your knuckles turning white as she works her magic. The world around you fades away, replaced by the feel of her tongue swirling around your clit, her fingers pressing inside you, and the sweet, sweet friction that builds with each movement.

Your hips buck against her mouth, and she chuckles against your skin, sending vibrations through your core that make you shiver.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the desperate need for more.

Her rhythm is relentless, each stroke and suck bringing you closer to the edge. You're panting now, your hips rocking against her face as you chase that elusive peak. And when you finally reach it, it's like a starburst of sensation, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. She doesn't stop, though, continuing to kiss and lick until you're a boneless, quivering mess, your legs wrapped around her neck, holding her in place.

she smiles as soon you free her from the hand that had been gripping her hair, your legs relaxing allowing her to push her head back.

''I didn't know we were going for a naughty North Pole theme tonight."

streamergfvi: who asked you to celebrate christmas eve with her, vander and powder knowing you haven't talked to your homophobic family in years and would have probably spent christmas in your apartment alone.

After the icredibly delicious dinner vander cooked, for the first time in your life you felt like you finally belonged as you watched vi and powder wrestle over the remote cotrol of the tv while they bickered about the movie to watch.

''powder we are watching gremlins''

powder tried to reach the remote as vi stretched her arm in the air to prevent her from taking it.

''I'm not watching that stupid movie again''

violet smirked watching powder struggle

''why is that? you think you'll get scared and snuck in my bed in the middle of the night like when you were five''

powder jumped glaring at vi offended

''shut up that was one time''

as you watched them bicker some more you felt the tears fill up the corners of your eyes. ''maybe christmas isn't so bad'' you thought to yourself offering a small content smile to vi when she glanced at you.

streamergfvi: After you watched ''Home Alone'' (yes you teamed up with powder against vi) you and vi went to vi's room to exchange presents.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as you fumbled in your bag, your hands slightly trembling. You had been carrying around the little blue box for what felt like an eternity, the weight of it feeling heavier than any burden you had ever known. Inside was a set of shiny silver keys, attached to a keychain that had a tiny, delicate heart.

Finally, with a deep breath, you pulled out the box and placed it in her hand.

"Merry Christmas, Violet"

you said, trying to keep my voice steady, your heart thudding in your chest like a drum at a parade. She looked at you, a hint of curiosity playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes searching myours for a clue of what could possibly be hidden within the wrapping.

Vi gently tore open the paper, her movements deliberate, savoring the moment. The box revealed itself, and she lifted the lid with a soft gasp. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the keys, her thumb tracing the heart-shaped charm.

"What's this?"

she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and hope.

"It's… it's a spare set of my apartment keys,"

You began, the words tumbling out of my mouth faster than you could control.

"I want you to have them because… because I want you to move in with me. I know it's a big step, but I can't imagine my life without you in it, and oh god i had this speech prepared but i don't know i just I love you and i guess a want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep together every night...''

The room seemed to hold its breath as she looked at the keys, then back at you.

The silence stretched out, feeling like a tightrope walk over a canyon. And then, she broke into the most radiant smile, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Holy shit, really?"

she asked, and you couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Really,"

you affirmed, taking her hand in yours.

"I want to come home to you every night, to wake up to your messy hair and the smell of burnt toast in the morning. I want to share our lives, our space, and our future."

Vi looked at you, her gaze unwavering, and then she threw her arms around me, the keys dangling from her hand as you hugged tightly.

"fuck yes,"

she murmured into your neck.

"I'd love to move in with you."

you spent the rest of the night cuddling in her bed, hands interlocked as you talked about your future together, a pair of silver matching rings she gifted you glinting in the dim light of her room. And as the snow continued to fall outside, painting the world in a fresh coat of white, you knew that with Vi by my side, this was going to be the best Christmas yet.

[hazelira]

sneezy

Heeseung was pulled from his thoughts by a tiny, high-pitched “achoo!” followed by another in quick succession. He looked over just in time to see his baby girl scrunching up her face, her little nose now adorned with a bubble of snot that wobbled precariously.

He couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking his head. “Oh, precious, you’ve got a little situation there,” he said, reaching for the soft baby wipes on the nearby table.

The baby girl let out a giggle, clearly amused by the strange sensation on her nose. Her tiny hands flailed excitedly as she squealed, her giggles becoming a shriek of joy when Heeseung leaned in to wipe her nose.

“Hold still, you little wiggle worm,” he chuckled, carefully cleaning her up. “Can’t have you walking around like this, can we? Your mama would scold me if I left you like this.”

She cooed at him as if understanding, her big eyes sparkling with mischief. Once her nose was clean, Heeseung kissed her chubby cheek, erupting into another fit of giggles.

“All better now,” he murmured, gently tapping the tip of her tiny nose. He sat back, watching her settle down and chew on the soft toy he’d handed her earlier.

He glanced back at you, still peacefully sleeping, oblivious to the adorable chaos unfolding. Heeseung shook his head with a smile, his heart full. His daughter sneezed again; this time, he quickly caught it with the wipe, feeling like a pro.

“Guess you’re trying to keep me on my toes, huh?” he said, his voice warm. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ve got this. Dada’s not going anywhere.”

Heeseung watched as his baby girl’s pudgy little hands reached out toward the doggy again, her chubby fingers curling as she tried to grab its fur. She was so small, so delicate, with baby fat rounding out her cheeks and little arms. Every movement was a reminder of just how precious and fragile this time was.

His heart softened, and he leaned down to kiss her head, her soft baby hair tickling his lips. “Don’t grow up, sweetheart,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Please stay little, my sneezy squish.”

The words came out like a quiet prayer, and he couldn’t help but smile as she wriggled in his arms, continuing to reach for the doggy. Her baby chub made her look even more adorable.

Her tiny nose scrunched again, and another little “achoo!” escaped her. Heeseung chuckled, wiping her nose once more as she giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. She looked up at him with those big eyes, full of trust, love, and innocence.

“You’re my little sunshine,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to keep you this way forever. Just stay like this for a while longer. Let me enjoy this stage… before you grow too fast.”

Heeseung gently placed her back in the bouncy seat, ensuring she was comfortable and still safe, then stood up slowly. He couldn’t help but glance at you, still sleeping on the couch, your gentle, peaceful face illuminated by the soft morning light streaming through the window.

He could feel the weight of his love for both of you—how his heart seemed to beat faster just being around you, how everything in his life had changed unexpectedly. In the past, he never would’ve imagined himself so soft, so vulnerable, but now, with his little girl in his arms and you by his side, he felt a kind of warmth he had never known.

Heeseung watched his daughter for a moment longer, knowing this was a fleeting stage. The baby squirmed in the seat, her eyes still on the doggy as she let out another giggle.

“Stay little,” he whispered again as if the words could stop time. “You’re precious just like this.”

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Robot Dreams test animation

Told you guys I'd post some animations! I have a bunch more where that came from too.

This one is not an actual shot from the film. As one of the first animators hired, I helped develop the style of the film. This is one of the very first animations I did at the studio, to start getting a feel of the characters. We were trying out ways for Robot to move, to walk, ranging from so bouncy it was goofy, to too heavy and kinda intimidating. Eventually we arrived at something that would make him feel strong but graceful, and most of all friendly and full of joy.

Robot is definitely my favorite character from the film <3

[regressionschool]

magic floaty boxes

The soft hum of fluorescent lights buzzed above as the elevator doors glided open with a pleasant ding. A bustling department store sprawled out on every floor, filled with the smells of perfume, coffee, and warm pretzels from the food court downstairs. People shuffled into the elevator, clutching shopping bags, lattes, strollers, and smartphones, their chatter a quiet background hum.

And right in the center of it all, stood Daddy and his Little.

She was dressed adorably in a sunshine-yellow romper with puffy sleeves, the hem barely brushing the tops of her thick, pastel-print diaper peeking out beneath. Her hair was done up in two neat pigtails, tied off with ribbons that matched her outfit. She clutched Daddy’s hand with one hand and held her favorite stuffie—Mr. Wibbles, a floppy-eared bunny—in the other. Every step she took was accompanied by a distinct crinkle-crinkle, her diaper padding making her waddle slightly, even as she bounced up and down on her heels with uncontainable excitement.

The elevator was already nearly full, but Daddy guided her gently in, murmuring, “Come on, sweet pea, let’s make some room.” She wiggled herself between a woman holding a shopping bag full of baby clothes and a grumpy-looking businessman on his phone.

As the doors slid shut, she gave Daddy’s hand a tight squeeze and suddenly chirped, in a voice far louder than anyone expected:

“I wuv elevators! They're like magic floaty boxes!”

Her enthusiasm echoed off the mirrored walls. Several people blinked. A woman stifled a chuckle. Someone in the back snorted quietly. The businessman’s phone call paused mid-sentence.

The Little bounced again, her diaper rustling loud and proud in the confined space, drawing even more curious glances. Unbothered and beaming with pure joy, she turned toward the strangers and declared:

“Guess what! I made potties in my pants right now!”

The man nearest the buttons choked audibly on his coffee, the lid nearly popping off from his startled grip. A teenage girl near the corner quickly turned her face away, shoulders shaking as she tried desperately not to burst into laughter. Her friend elbowed her with a whisper, “Shh! Stop it! It’s adorable…”

The Little just giggled, completely unaffected by the reactions, eyes wide with pride. She leaned up against Daddy’s leg, tugging gently on his sleeve.

Daddy, perfectly calm and unfazed by the announcement, ruffled her hair with a small, warm smile. “That’s why you wear your special pants, sweetheart,” he said gently, his voice the epitome of loving patience.

She beamed up at him as if he’d just declared her a princess. “Yup! I’m super good at using my diaper!” she said proudly, her little voice practically glowing. “I didn’t even try to hold it!”

Another crinkle echoed as she shifted her weight, clearly pleased with herself, the warmth of her soggy padding pressing softly against her. She gave a little bounce for emphasis, her diaper sagging slightly with each hop.

The elevator was silent but for the mechanical hum as it glided upward. Some passengers were frozen, uncertain where to look. Others stared openly, fascinated or amused. There was a kind of tension—awkward, confused, but undeniably curious.

Finally, a woman standing near the back, dressed in smart slacks and a lavender blouse, spoke up with a smile that cut through the quiet.

“Well, someone is clearly doing a wonderful job at being little,” she said warmly, looking from Daddy to the proud, bouncy girl.

Daddy turned slightly and offered a polite smile. “Thank you. She’s really embraced her role lately. We’ve been working on full regression for a while now, and she’s doing better than I ever hoped.”

The woman nodded approvingly, eyes twinkling. “You can tell. It takes a lot of dedication and care to guide someone so fully into that headspace. She’s lucky to have you.”

At that, the Little lit up even more, tugging on Daddy’s hand again. “Didja hear that? She says I’m lucky!” she said, puffing out her chest with a proud giggle. “I am lucky! Daddy even picks out all my clothes and changes my soggy pants so I don’t hafta think at all!”

There were a few surprised murmurs from the other passengers. A woman whispered something that sounded like, “Honestly? Goals,” before covering her mouth with a grin.

Daddy crouched slightly, eye-level with his Little. He gently tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear and whispered, just loud enough for those nearby to hear, “You make me so proud, munchkin. Every day.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him for a tight, squishy hug, the audible squelch from her diaper drawing more than one raised eyebrow. Her grin was pure sunshine as she whispered back, “I made the whole thing warm just for you.”

Ding!

The elevator reached its destination with a cheerful chime, and the doors slid open again to the bright, busy second floor of the store—children’s apparel, toys, and furniture. It smelled faintly of baby powder and soft plush animals.

The Little didn’t wait. She squealed and skipped out with a joyful waddle, Mr. Wibbles flopping in her arm as she toddled gleefully into the store. Her diaper sagged a bit with each step, obvious and unashamed. She turned back toward the elevator and called out:

“Bye-bye floaty box! Fank you for the ride!”

The woman in the lavender blouse chuckled again. “You’ve done an amazing job,” she told Daddy one last time as he followed his gleeful Little into the store. “It’s so refreshing to see someone so confident in their dynamic. The world needs more Littles who can be this free.”

Daddy inclined his head with a grateful smile. “It’s not always easy, but watching her thrive? That makes everything worth it.”

As the doors began to close behind him, a final chorus of crinkle-crinkle drifted back from the toy aisle, followed by a joyful shout of, “Ooooh! Dinosaurs!”

The elevator descended, returning to its routine—though for a few of the passengers inside, something about that ride left a lingering sense of wonder, and maybe even a little envy.

After all… magic floaty boxes were pretty amazing.

[novamirmirsblog]

Amorntenia

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort?

Request: no

Summary: a potion that allowed you to smell your crush - what could go wrong?

Notes: tba

Smarts had never been Narcissa’s problem. If anything, perhaps her intelligence had hindered her. Intellectually she understood attraction, understood why boys like Lucius found her pretty and how girls like Andromeda found boys like Tonks handsome. She could appreciate a good jawline or well tended hair as well as the next person and she had no shortage of suitors who loved to take her out into Hogsmeade. Her issue arose with the topic of supposed ‘soulmates’. So, when Slughorn told the class they would be making Amortenia potions, Narcissa rolled her eyes.

You, a half-blood witch, as Narcissa loved to remind you, were reluctant for a very different reason. Being placed in Slytherin meant Narcissa had the joy of constantly arguing with you. In your third year, the rivalry got so bad that it seemed that the two of you had spent more time in the infirmary than you had in your dorm. You had a sneaking suspicion you knew what your potion would smell like. You were in your fifth and final year at Hogwarts and somewhere between the pranks gone wrong and the infirmary visits, you had unfortunately developed a slight crush on Narcissa.

What started as annoyance at how her hair was so bouncy turned into awe, the annoyingly smug look she got on her face slowly turned cute and her swirling blue eyes - well they were always stunning.

To Narcissa’s surprise she smelt something. She inhaled deeper, letting the scent curl into her nose and down her throat. She could almost taste the combination of honeysuckle and warm oak. It wasn’t an unfamiliar smell but Narcissa refused to acknowledge who it belonged to. Unfortunately, her overactive mind refused to forget. Where before she had managed to block the thoughts of those around her, one particular person’s thoughts practically screamed at her.

Narcissa’s legilimency had been a closely guarded secret. She struggled in her first year at Hogwarts, not accustomed to being around so many unfiltered thoughts, but she soon learnt how to drown them out. Mostly she just heard snippets of deeper desires. A few words here and there that, if pressed, would have developed into full thoughts. She liked to think of the thoughts people had like a garden; at the surface you had the flowers and grass - the conscious thoughts, then you had the roots - the subconscious thoughts that led to the conscious ones, and then there were the bees. The bees were the base desires; food, water, sleep, sex, and Narcissa always did her best to block those out.

Across the table, you shift uncomfortably under Narcissa’s gaze. It seems as though she has zoned out but the intensity of her gaze suggests otherwise. “Shit does she know… why is she staring… oh no she’s planning on getting revenge for the time I…”

Narcissa inhales sharply, building more barriers up between her mind and yours but doesn’t manage to look away from you.

“If you’ve got something to say Black, say it.” You let out, concern making your tone snappier than maybe it should have been.

Narcissa’s face morphs in front of you, her almost dazed look altering into her usual cold indifference. “What does yours smell of?”

“What does yours smell of?” You bite back

“Narcissa raised an eyebrow “I asked first, half-blood”

You let out a scoff “Vanilla.”

“How bland.” Narcissa responds as her chest does something funny. An unbidden thought that she doesn’t smell like vanilla crossed her mind but it was banished as quickly as it had come.

You lean back in your chair, studying her “I answered your question - now you tell me what yours smells like.” a smirk plays at your lips as you wait for Narcissa’s answer.

A rush of heat floods Narcissa’s face and she immediately freezes. She can’t tell you the truth.. This is not how a Black behaves - she does not like an irritating half-blood’s smirk. Still, the weight of your thoughts pressed against her hastily thrown up walls.

Why does she care so much about what my potion smells of? Should I have lied about what mine smelt like?

Narcissa stiffens “Stop thinking so loudly”

“Excuse me?”

Oops. She hadn’t meant to have said that.

For a long while neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, you lean towards Narcissa over the table, watching as her eyes dart between yours and her lip begins to work between her teeth - the only tell she is full of anticipation.

“Can you hear my thoughts?”

Narcissa lifts her chin defiantly “That’s none of your concern half-blood”

Your smirk widens “Oh but Cissy it is.” A flash of concern covers your face “Wait does this mean you can hear… everything?” Oh shit can she tell I lied? Does she know I - Shut UP ohmygosh think of anything else DO NOT THINK OF NARCIS- cats dogs horses fish goa-

“Oh would you look at that, it's the end of the lesson.” Narcissa hurried out of the class before she could hear any more.

~~~~~

Narcissa storms out of the library, her heart pounding far too quickly for her liking. A few days had passed since Slughorn’s lesson and, much to Narcissa’s annoyance, her thoughts had been solely on you. The corridor was dimly lit, betraying the amount of time Narcissa had spent pouring over books. She was sure the potion had gone wrong. Yes. That was the only reasonable explanation as to why her mind was constantly on you.

Narcissa had been doing a brilliant job at avoiding you. It was quite the feat really, considering you shared a dorm. Unfortunately, it seemed like her luck was about to run out. You had spotted Narcissa leaving the library and after days of not seeing her, decided to do something reckless.

Black!

Narcissa span around, coming face to face with you. “What?” she bit out.

“I knew you could hear me.”

Narcissa looked at you as you leaned lazily against one of the stone columns, arms folded. You looked far too smug for someone who should have been groveling for shouting in her head.

“You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” You scoff as you take a slow step closer “If that’s the case then why haven’t I seen you for days? Why haven't you tried hexing me?”

She should hex you

She should silence you with a glare before returning to the Slytherin common room where she rightfully rules.

Rather, she does something foolish.

She reaches into your mind deliberately.

It’s intrusive, dangerous and entirely uncharacteristic of her but she needs to know. She needs to know if there is the chance that you could feel the same way.

Your base desires hit her like a sledgehammer

Cissa…hungry…neck…potion…wet…pretty…bite

Narcissa’s breath hitches.

“Well?” You ask, stepping even closer to her.

Narcissa forces herself to snap out of it, straightening her spine and trying to ignore the fluttery feeling she has. “Stay. Out. Of. My. Head.”

Your smirk falters slightly “What did you hear?”

“This was a mistake. You need to stay away from me half-blood”

~~~~~

In the weeks that follow, Narcissa does everything in her power to avoid you. She has swapped rooms with another girl, pretends not to notice when you enter a class and refuses to acknowledge the way her pulse quickens when she catches your gaze across the Great Hall. Most importantly, she refuses to be alone with you.

And yet, despite her best efforts, she can’t seem to escape you. Your thoughts still slip into her mind unbidden, when she least expects it. Faint echoes of irritation when she ignores you, flickers of hurt when she walks past you as if you're nothing.

Worst of all, she feels the ache of distance too.

The frustrating, infuriating pull of something unresolved.

What did you lie about?

How can you gaze at her like that and not have smelt her in your potion.

It all comes to a head late one evening in the Slytherin common room.

The common room is quiet, the fire crackling lazily in the hearth as a few students sit curled up in the emerald-green armchairs placed by the fireplace. Narcissa is sitting at one of the far tables, tucked away in a corner, going over a letter her aunt had sent her.

She doesn't have to look up to know you’re watching her. She had felt your presence the moment you had entered the room.

Your thoughts are filled with irritation fueled by hurt why does she keep ignoring me

Narcissa doesn’t react.

Then-

Fine. If she won’t speak to me then I’ll speak to her.

Narcissa barely has a moment to prepare before you’re dropping in the seat opposite her. You don’t say anything at first, just watching her as she refuses to look up from her letter.

Narcissa’s gaze lifts slowly “Do you mind?”

“Yes actually. I do.”

Narcissa exhales sharply “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” You tilt your head “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you are. Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven't been avoiding you. Perhaps you're just so odious that I can't stand to be around you.”

Narcissa was triumphant for a second before seeing the look on your face.

Thank god I didn’t tell her the potion smelt of her

Narcissa was stunned.

Her breath caught in her throat.

If you had had a crush on her before, there was no way you still would have one now. Not after how she had treated you these past few weeks. Her mind is a storm - anger, frustration, sadness. She hates the way her heart aches every time she pushes you away. Narcissa was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed the abrupt absence of your own.

She looked up and realised you were gone.

Why did this feel like the biggest mistake of her life?

~~~~~

It takes two more days before everything goes to shit.

It happens late at night, Narcissa had needed something mindless to distract her from the dull ache left in her chest. She’s walking through an empty hallway when she hears footsteps ahead of her.

Her heart stutters - she knows who it is.

“Wait-” She calls out “Don’t walk away again?” It wasn't supposed to come out a question but perhaps her uncertainty is what makes you pause.

You should keep going. Or say something cruel, cut her down like she has you, but you don’t. You’re just so tired.

Tired of pretending.

Tired of running.

Tired of not having Narcissa opposite you anymore.

Narcissa watches you, something raw and unguarded in her eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

“About what?” You swallow, curling your fingers at your sides.

“What did your potion smell of?”

“Narcissa, I can’t”

Narcissa’s jaw clenches. “Why not?”

“Please don’t make me”

Narcissa pauses, the broken tone of your voice cuts through her and she realises she’s going to have to be very brave. Braver than even a block-headed Gryffindor.

“My potion smelt of you, you know.”

There.

It’s out.

The truth is free. Narcissa feels exposed as she watches your expression soften slightly.

“Mine too.” A soft smile lights up your face “Uh- I mean mine smelt of you- not that it smelt of me” You stumbled over your words, your face heating up the longer you rambled.

“You’re such an idiot” she mutters.

You blink “Excuse me?”

Before you can get too offended, Narcissa reaches over and kisses you.

It’s not soft or delicate or anything innocent.

It’s a collision.

It’s what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.

It’s years of tension and defiance and longing.

For a second Narcissa freezes because your lips being on hers is real and terrifying and intoxicating, and she doesn’t know how to think. Maybe she misread the situation.

But then-

Then you grab her collar and pull her closer and for the first time she lets herself melt.

~~~~~

For weeks you and Narcissa steal moments in shadows.

A brush of fingers in a dim corridor, a lingering glance across the Great Hall, a whispered conversation in an empty classroom. When the risk is low, kisses - hidden behind bookshelves, behind statues, behind the very walls that had once confined her.

One evening, you pull Narcissa into a dark alcove, your eyes glinting with mischief “You know Cissa, I think you actually like sneaking around with me.”

Narcissa rolls her eyes “Don’t flatter yourself Half-blood”

Where before half-blood had left you feeling cold, you soon learnt that it was Narcissa’s way of defying her parents.

You smirk. “You’re literally hiding in the shadows to be with me.”

Narcissa arches a brow. “You’re the one who pulled me in here.”

You grin wildly. “You didn’t resist.”

She refuses to dignify that with a response. Instead, Narcissa grips your collar and pulls you down into a searing kiss, effectively shutting you up.

You hum against her lips. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Narcissa freezes.

you tense slightly, realising what you just let slip, but you don’t look away. You hadn’t meant to let that out but you were glad you had. Besides, it was only a matter of time before Narcissa found out. She had an unhelpful habit of using her skills to read your mind.

For a long moment, Narcissa just stares at you, heart pounding.

Then, finally, she exhales and whispers, “I think I am too.”

You blink, then grin - the kind of grin that makes her stomach flip. “Well, well. Narcissa Black. In love with me.”

Narcissa smacks your arm, but she’s smiling.

For the first time in her life, happiness isn’t something distant.

It’s here, in the stolen moments, in the quiet confessions, in the warmth of the one person who sees her—not as a Black, not as an expectation, but as herself.

[bluberryfields]

"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen

Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)

And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.

*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*

ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.

So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)

even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).

I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.

Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.

But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.

He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.

He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.

(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)

He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.

His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.

Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.

I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.

Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...

I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.

Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.

Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.

Such a pretty shade of yellow.

Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.

Delicious demon digits

Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?

He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting

Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?

Fuuuuuuuck

With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.

Proper gentleman side part? Check.

Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.

Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!

It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.

Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!

To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”

Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).

They are almost illegally cute together

We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.

Stupid sexy snek

And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.

Georgia is a very lucky woman

Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?

[asheyxash]

you're my happy virus

pairing: dokyeom x reader troupe: est. relationship genre(s): SM FLUFF!! warning(s): none word count: ~1k summary: as long as she's with him and he's with her, they couldn't be happier.

part 1 | part 2 (you're here)

being in a relationship with lee seokmin feels like waking up in a meadow where every flower is smiling at you.

it’s sunshine in the smallest places — in the morning texts that start with “goodmorning sunshine!!” and end with eight typos because he refuses to use autocorrect. it’s the way he greets you like you’ve just come home from a year-long space mission, even if you only left to grab a smoothie. “you’re back!!!” he gasps dramatically every time, arms outstretched like a cartoon character. “i thought the wind carried you away!” you giggle. every time. because how could you not?

dk is joy personified. a walking serotonin sparkler. the kind of person who makes your bad days feel like they’re wearing bunny ears just to look less scary. and being his partner? it’s like winning a golden ticket to the world’s fluffiest amusement park. he holds your hand like he’s still not used to being allowed to. like he still can’t believe you’re real. “can i hold your hand?” he asks sometimes, even when it’s already laced in his. “just checking. what if you changed your mind in the last five minutes?” you roll your eyes and squeeze tighter. “you’re ridiculous.”

he grins, cheeky. “and ridiculously lucky.”

sometimes, it’s quiet moments. like watching movies where he cries before the sad part and tries to hide it behind popcorn. or when he sings softly to you under his breath without realizing — some half-written melody he’s been working on, the notes curling between you like thread made of light. sometimes, it’s loud moments. like when he drags you into impromptu living room dance-offs to old cheesy love songs, spinning you around like a prince who just found his ballgown-wearing soulmate in socks and pajamas. “my queen,” he says with a bow, tripping over a throw pillow. “may i have this boogie?” you laugh so hard your sides hurt. but he always catches you mid-spin, pulling you into his chest like the happiest human safety net in the world.

he (also) leaves post-it notes on everything. and i mean everything. on your mirror: “have you seen how cute you are today?! cuz i have. 12 times. minimum.” on your lunch: “this sandwich was made with 2% mayo and 98% love.” on your phone: “come find me. i have snacks and cuddles and a playlist that reminds me of you.” and when you do find him — sprawled on the couch with a blanket already ready for two — he looks up with that smile. that smile.

the one that still, somehow, takes your breath away. the one that says i’m so glad you’re here. the one that says i love you, i love you, i love you without needing a single word.

you learn that dk’s love is layered.

it’s loud and silly — like bear hugs that lift you off the ground, exaggerated gasps when you wear his hoodie, and late-night texts that say “hey. i miss your face. come over so i can look at it for five hours.” but it’s also soft and quiet — like the way he strokes your hair absentmindedly when you’re resting, or how he always remembers to keep your favorite snack stocked, or the way his gaze lingers on you during the in-between moments, like he’s memorizing you all over again.

you catch him staring sometimes. when you’re brushing your teeth, or reading, or just tying your shoelaces. “what?” you ask, laughing. “nothing,” he shrugs, smiling like he’s full of a secret. “just… lucky.” your heart still does that bouncy jumpy thingy whenever he stares at you like you're the most perfect girl in the world (which to him you probably were) because one word could already melt you into a smile.

and when you have hard days — when the world feels too loud, too fast, too much — dk becomes your anchor. he pulls you into his chest, hums silly little lullabies, and says, “you don’t have to be sunshine every day, you know. i can be sunshine for both of us.” he kisses your forehead so gently, you think your heart might burst from the sheer safety of it. and it makes you cry, sometimes. because how can one person hold so much warmth in a single soul?

on the anniversary of your confession, he plans a whole day full of surprises.

there’s a homemade brunch with heart-shaped pancakes (he burns the first three but you eat them anyway), a scavenger hunt through the park with clues that rhyme (poorly), and a picnic with your favorite snacks — right under the same tree where you first confessed. he brings out a tiny cake with your names on it, piped in squiggly frosting. it’s a bit lopsided, but the effort makes it perfect. “happy one year of ruining my emotional stability with your cuteness,” he declares, clinking his juice box against yours.

you giggle, cheeks flushed. “and happy one year of you brightening not just my life, but my whole world too...we're really made for each other.” he smiles. softer this time. the kind of smile that feels like dusk — golden, still, and full of wonder. “you know,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “you’re my happy virus too.” your heart flips. “you always say i make you smile,” he continues, “but being with you… it feels like coming home. like sunshine doesn’t have to shine so hard because it knows you’re there, too.”

and maybe you cry. just a little. he wipes your tears with his thumb and presses the gentlest kiss to your temple. “i mean it,” he says. “you’re the reason i laugh without warning. the reason i hum on my way to practice. the reason i wake up excited every single day. you infected me with love in the best possible way.”

and this boy — this sunbeam of a person — chose you. continues to choose you. every single day, with the same excitement, like he’s falling all over again. as the sky blushes orange behind him, he pulls out a tiny speaker from his backpack. “one last thing,” he grins. he plays your favorite song — the one that played in his car the first time you held hands — and stands up, holding his hand out.

“dance with me?”

there’s no music loud enough to drown out your heartbeat, but you take his hand anyway. and there, under the fading sun and twinkling laughter, you dance like the whole world is clapping just for the two of you.

because being with dk doesn’t just feel like falling in love. it feels like becoming love itself. soft, steady, and impossibly bright.

and the best part?

he’s still looking at you like he'd just won the lottery.

oh wait, he did.

he had you.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Hunter breeding his wife cuz she has been a such a brat these days,she should know he loves only her! No need to be so bratty about it, like what does she mean his love was suffocating? He had to punish her to remind her who she belongs to

TW: Mind control, Dubcon, Noncon, breeding kink

It's March, and the flowers are starting to bloom. Normally, you'd love the weather, but recently you can't enjoy anything due to Hunter. Luckily, Delilah offers some form of relief for you.

"Ae!" Delilah squeals, trying to crawl up to you.

"Good girl!" You coo, opening your arms for your baby.

Delilah stumbles onto her feet and tries to take a couple of steps. All is going well until Hunter opens the door. Then, Delilah falls to her knees.

"I'm home, and I brought food!" Hunter yells, bringing bags of fast food.

"Really, Hunter?! Delilah was about to take her first steps, and you ruined it!" You snap, making Hunter a bit uncomfortable.

"Sorry, darling. I was really excited to see my family," Hunter says, trying to kiss you on the cheek.

"Well, I'd like it if you saw us less often," You reply, moving your cheek away.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm saying your love is a suffocating force that strangles the life and joy out of everyone around you."

"You don't mean that. My love helped create our babies."

"More like your kinks and persistence did. If anything, I should be worried that they're related to you."

"There's no reason to act so bratty. If you're upset, take it out on me. Don't take it out on the children."

"I'm going to bed. Lauren, time for dinner!"

You put Delilah into her high chair and walk to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and look at a photo of you from the beginning of senior year. You were happy, and best of all, you didn't know him.

"Mamamama!" Lauren coos, walking into your room.

Delilah crawls in, following behind her sister. They climb onto the bed and snuggle next to you.

"Aww! Are my babies all full?" You ask, kissing their cheek.

Lauren nods her head and hugs your chest.

"Daddy even fed us desert!" Lauren squeals, becoming bouncy and hyper.

Hunter walks into the room, and you shoot him a glare.

"Alright, you two. Mommy is tired and needs her rest," Hunter says, making Delilah and Lauren climb down.

The two babies go into their playroom.

"Really? Desert? Right before bedtime? They'll be hyper till the next morning," You scold, hitting Hunter with a pillow.

"Is it so wrong to treat my babies right? Besides, at least I ate dinner with them," Hunter comments, making you snap.

"At least I don't uproot their lives and force them to be with me all the time. At least I let them have their choice of friends. At least they know I give them unconditional love," You snarl, breaking Hunter's last straw.

Hunter pins you to the bed and kisses you.

"You need to be punished. I'm not letting our children get raised by a brat," Hunter says, flipping you over.

Your stomach is on the bed, and you know what's going to happen.

"Oh please, a couple of spankings aren't going to hurt me. I'm used to your hands by now," You comment, laughing at your husband.

"Which is why I bought this paddle. I was going to save this for the weekend during our getaway, but I see you need it now," Hunter says, making your eyes widen.

"You-ah!"

Hunter slaps your ass with the paddle. He takes off your pants and underwear, and you're only left with your shirt on.

"Keep talking, and you'll end up with one hundred hits to the ass. If your pussy starts to get wet, I will command you when to cum. If you squirt, you'll get one hundred more hits."

Hunter keeps paddling your ass, and eventually, he notices your pussy is dripping wet.

"How pitiful. You only made it to fifty before getting wet. In that case, you'll need to cum every time the paddle touches your ass," Hunter says, shocking you.

"Hunter, that isn't even possible!" You exclaim, trying to move your hands from the cuffs he put them in.

"Of course, it is. You see, Heath and Henry are having relationship problems with their wives, too. So, Henry used his tech company to create a collar we call the Commando. Once that pretty thing is around your neck, you can't help but do anything I say," Hunter explains, bringing the black and pink collar around your neck.

"Hunter, stop it! Hunter-ooh...why does it feel so good?" You moan, feeling everything in you go hot.

"There are temporary nanobots in the heart. Right now, those bots are in your bloodstream, traveling to your brain and taking it over so you can be perfect. Don't worry. Once the caller is off, you'll be free."

"Hunter, you've just hit a new low."

Your head feels dizzy, and suddenly you black out. When you awaken, you feel the need to follow Hunter's orders.

"What should I do for my husband?" You ask, smiling gleefully.

"Cum every time I hit you with this paddle," Hunter replies, making your pussy get wetter than before.

Hunter hits you with a paddle, and you cum instantaneously. He laughs and hits you fifty more times. You cum so much that it's leaking onto the bed sheets.

"What else should I do for my wonderful husband?" You ask, turning to face Hunter.

"Tell me, are you highly fertile right now? I know you check your menstrual chart every day," Hunter commands, grabbing your phone from your nightstand.

"Of course, honey!" You chirp, pulling up your period tracker and pulling up today's date. "I'm very fertile today. Are you going to make me a mommy of three?"

"God, I love the way you talk with this collar."

Hunter takes his pants off and puts his dick inside you.

"Oh, master!" You moan, holding your legs open for him. "And to think naughty me was going to get birth control and an IUD."

"If that's what you thought you were going to do, then I'm going to make sure the only thing that always belongs in this pussy is my cock."

Hunter speeds up his thrusts, and he cums in you. You moan with satisfaction and beg for him to breed you again.

"If my loyal wife commands it," Hunter says, thrusting in you again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You squeal, groping your boobs. "Make my boobies full of even more milk!"

Hunter climaxes and sends a wave of cum into you.

"Cuddle, Y/N."

"Yes, hubby."

The two of you cuddle while Hunter is still inside you. When you wake up, your pelvis is hurting like no tomorrow.

"Hunter, what did you do?" You groan, holding your stomach.

"I bred the brat out of you," Hunter answers, bringing breakfast and painkillers. "Don't worry. You'll be okay, and you'll deliver another child for our babies to play with."

You cry, and he soothes you.

"I'll provide the best maternal services for you like I've always done. As much as I want you to be carrying my babies, you can't do that if you're stressed."

"What would you know about stress, you demonic, horny bitch."

"I can tell being a mother is stressing you out so after this baby, I'll be wearing a condom. You're also getting that nexaplon implant I took out back in college. We both need a break."

"Thank you, Hunter."

For once, things were going your way. At least you'll have another nine months without a period.

[libraryofgage]

Harlequin Prince (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen ClarisseRenaldi One | Two

This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!

If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao

Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.

So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.

Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.

The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.

"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"

Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"

Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.

It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"

That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."

Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.

Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."

"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.

"Emergencies."

"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."

Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.

Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.

Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.

"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."

Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.

There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.

She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.

"Ivy says I'm like a weed."

"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"

"Wasn't the party my present?"

"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."

Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.

"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.

When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.

"Yeah, it was."

"I've never seen it before."

Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.

"Then why give it to me?"

Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."

Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.

Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"

Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.

"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"

With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."

"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."

"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."

Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"

Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."

"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.

He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."

Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."

"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."

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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.

So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.

The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.

He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."

"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."

Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.

It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.

"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."

Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.

After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.

Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.

Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.

He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.

The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.

He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.

This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.

He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.

Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."

Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.

"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.

"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.

"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.

"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."

Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.

There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.

"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"

The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"

"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.

"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"

When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"

"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."

"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.

"Who are you?" curly hair asks.

"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"

"Dustin," curly hair says.

"Lucas," basketball jersey says.

"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.

"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"

"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.

Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."

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[demonsword586]

Leviathan Attacker story part 1

(I would like to apoligise. I play the ps version and tumblr doesn't let me post full on dick pics,so no pp😔. Anyway enjoy the 1.part of Levi's attacker story and I shall post more in following days.)

A long wide hallway with soothing classical music and the faint scent of flowers.

The palace of Hades was lofty and beautiful as though showing it's master's prefrences.

Click,click,click...

You hurried through the beautiful corridor as fast as you could without breaking the courtesy.

Right. You were lightly running.

You wanted to take your time exploring the palace which was a work of art in and of itelf,but-

A few hours ago in Gehenna.

Satan: Go and hand him this chest and come back right away. If you're late even in the slightest,I'm going to take everyone and invade Hades.

Sitri: Really?

Satan: Shall I do it now?

Sitri: N-No. His Majesty Satan is a man of his word.

Satan handed you a black chest with about fifty locks and began to fume.

Satan: The bastard had just used something that Gehenna had helped him with before.

Sitri: That bastard being....?

Satan: Leviathan,of course. I shoudn't have acted cool in the moment and said 'I'll grant you one request,whatever it may be'!! Damn it!!!

Ppyong who happened to be next to Satan,got kicked by Satan and disappeared into the sky in a beautiful parabola.

(bg changes to the sky and Ppyong slowly disappearing)

Ppyong: Ppyoooooooooooong~~~~~

(bg going back to Gehenna streets)

Satan: He chose MC to bring this to him...What an impertinent guy...

Satan kept fuming as though he coudn't calm down.

Sitri explained in Satan's place as though he thought his king was incapable of proper conversation anymore.

Sitri: This chest is called <Anti Pandora's box>

Sitri: It's an object that Morgan le Fay had until the end,but it came into Gehenna's possesion when she made a deal with Satan to dethrone king Arthur.

Sitri: His Majesty cherished it because it's a terrible object with the emotions of all hypocrisy.

Sitri: That's why he's raging.

Sitri: I don't want to hand over the < Anti Pandora's box>,but he even made you Solomon as the deliverer,so his Majesty Satan's rage will soon....

Passing devil: Argh,aaaaaahhh~~~~!

Another devil standing near Satan got kicked by Satan and disappearedinto the sky.

Sitri: ...I was going to tell you to get going,because I expected his Majesty's anger would gradate because of his depression...

Satan: That impertinent bastard!!! I'm going to invade Hades!!! ARGHHHH!!!!

Just when the raging Satan was looking for the next devil to kick,someone furtively pushed a teddy bear into Satan's hand. It was Leraye.

Like how Satan kicked everything that touched his feet,he almost instinctively held it separately by it's head and body to rip it when something touched his hand.

Rip--! Riippp!!!

Ppyong: Ehhh!!!

Rubbing his swollen bottom as he returned,Ppyong looked afraid at the brutal sight.

Unlike the scared Ppyong,Leraye was about to happily pick up the body of the teddy bear after Satan fumingly separated its head from its body.

Thwack!!!

Satan also kicked Leraye who had approached into the distance.

(bg changes to Leraye getting kicked)

Leraye: Aaaarghhh!!

Leraye screams of deep joy faded into the distance.

(bg changes back to Hades halls)

MC: (Is the secret to Gehenna devils having bouncy butts indeed because of Satan's kicks...but I'm still a bit scared.)

You could still clearly see Satan raging like a dragon breathing fire and hurried on.

MC:(I'll hand it over and get back quickly!)

You somehow found it difficult to visit Leviathan.

Partly because he was so beautiful and out of this world,but also because you didn't know when he was going to get frustrated and strangle you.

Sometimes,you thought the heavy emotion of sadness and not speaking the same language may be one o the reasons,but there was also a part of you that wanted to see Leviathan after all this time.

In other words,you had ambivalent feelings about meeting Leviathan,like you liked it but didn't like it.

So confirming your emotions was also a reason why you were hurrying your footsteps. And...

Clink,clink,clink!

MC: (I want to put down this omnous black chest that seems to be wriggling and making sounds from a while ago..)

Just then you remembered what Sitri beseeched you again and again before leaving Gehenna.

Sitri: (Never. Never think about opening it. It would be incomparable to opening Pandora's box)

Sitri: (So please. Never open it.)

MC: ( Right. Let's just see Leviathan's handsome face,give him the chest and go back...)

Maybe because you had been lightly running,but you soon researched the hall where Leviathan was faster than you expected.

The gatekeeper recognized you and bowed to say hello.

Then,he was about to open the door for you when he suddenly stopped moving and leaned toward you a little to speak in the quiet voice.

Guard devil: That's the <Anti Pandora's box>! Wait,rather,you're here today..!

MC: Huh? Is today a special day?

Guard devil: It is special in a way...

Guard devil: But take care. I dared give you advice since everyone in Hades like you very much although they pretended not to.

MC: ???

Unable to understand the gatekeeper,you were about to ask back

When he hurriedly opened the door again as though explaining in detail would put him in trouble.

No,he tried to open the door,when he pulled an expression as though he was saying 'I knew it. This won't work.' and added.

Guard devil: Please,don't even thibk about opening that chest.

With the gatekeeper's amxious voice,the door opened.

Creaaak-

(bg changes to Hades throne room)

The massive doors that were like the mouth of Leviathan's monster opened up and revealed a hall as eerily silent as ever.

The dozends of devils filling the halls were bowing a little,standing on either side of the long carpet in the middle.

But even with all those devils breathing at the same time,there was barely an intake of breath let alone a movement.

You walked through them to stand right under Leviathan's throne that was at the end of the hall.

Leviathan: .....

Mc: (He won't even say hi?!)

Leviathan looked down at you with an odd look in his eyes.

His hair, an odd wheat-color mass that looked as if God has made it just for Leviathan,sweapt across his forehead.

And long full lashes cast mysterious shadows over his clear pupils.

Not only that but his shimmering skin which seemed to self-luminiscence in the dark looked beautiful like it had been sprinkled with stardust.

Just the fact that he was looking at you made you feel like you were more privilaged than anyone else in the universe.

Mc: (Still...is it so hard to say hello?!)

Everyone else would have their tails between their legs when facing an absolute beauty that can crush all logic-but you were diffrent.

Just the fact that he was looking at you made you feel like you were more privliged than anyone else in the universe.

MC: Leviathan,I'm here. How can't you even say hello? That's sad. Satan told me to give this to you!

When you handed Leviathan the omnious black chest in your hand,the silent hall began to stir.

Subject: Even if she/he is the daughter/son of Solomon,how dare she/he calls his supreme,great Majesty Leviathan by name....!

Subject: Wait,but isn't this the <Anti Pandora's box>! How can that omnious object be here in Hades?!

Subject: That's not the problem! That attitude! It's so unhesitant! It's...yeah....it's basiclly treason!

Subject: Argh! Is that the <Anti Pandora's box>?! I-I should request a day off!!!

The servants who were boisterous as usual became even more boisterous,chatting away at your insolence and the black chest,but you heard none of it.

Leviathan was the only one that concernwd you right now.

Leviathan: .....

Leviathan said nothing in reply and only stared down at you from his throne.

He wasn't staring at Satan's object in your hands.

He was looking solely at you as if he coudn't see the countless devils around him.

Leviathan: .....

MC: (He's not usually talkitive....but today he's just strange!)

Feeling doubious you were about to call Leviathan one more time.

When he stood up from his seat and took off his jacket at the same time.

With nonchalant expression,he rwmoved his outer robe,his arms sliding out of the garment and thrusting his toned chest forward.

At that moment his nipples which were hidden inside the thin shirt jutted out over the shirt,creating small shadows beneath them.

The figure quickly disappeared as he retrached his outstreached chest,but the fleeting sight ytuck in your mind.

You and his subjects all held your breaths for a moment as you watched the garment slide gently off his body.

MC: ( W-What's that? All he's doing is taking off his outer robe...how can he look so vigurous?!)

It was a simple act of 'stripping',but it was so rich and intense that you realized nothing could move a woman's heart like that,even if the most charming man on the planet was flirting with her in a commited way.

Your heart began to race so loudly that thw other devils could hear it and suprisingly,you felt yourself getting wet by the simple act in itself.

As you blushed in secret embarrassment,rhe jacketless Leviathan walked down from his throne and stood before you.

MC: Levia-

Leviathan: Shut up.

Leviathan stopped you and said in a low,mumbled voice.

And then grabbed you by the throat with his thin,pretty hand rhat was larger than it looked as he lifted you off your feet.

MC: Kurgh?!

In an instant,you were strangled and your feet were off the ground,your eyes wide in suprise at the suddwn situation.

MC: Urgh, khgh...

Floating in midair,your eyes met Leviathan's eye level which was taller than you.

It allowed you to look him in the eyes and glare.

MC: ( What is it this time?)

Because you thought of lewd things while looking at Leviathan?

Mc: ( But that's not just me! It's because you look lewd!)

Thinking of things that won't make hjm stare at you in disgust you were about to voiced it out-

MC: (Eh wait. Leviathan's state)

*Leviathan blushes*

You though he was looking down at you indiffrently,but there was an unknown fever in his eyes.

Leviathan's expressions were normally difficult to read,but this time !ou could see his emotions.

MC: (He's...mad..)

You felt a strange mixture of excitment and fear at Leviathan's completly crazy expeession.

But your thoughts coudn't continue.

Leviathan took off his glove from his other hand with his teeth,raised his hand to place it on your chest and slashed down vertically.

With a rip- all your clothes that you were wearing rore in half at knce,splitting into two and falling down.

With Leviathan's single movement,you turned naked in midair,with his hand on your throat.

At the same time all the soldiers and servants in the hall looked away and knelt down.

It was a gesture of loyalty to not covet Leviathan's possesions,a gesture to make this place as empty as possible.

MC: W-What are you doing?

You hurriedly covered your chest.

Soon a devil each stepped out from the back feom the group of devils that stood bisected on either side of the purple carpet.

They moved and kept their eyes averted as though thwy werw determined not to looka t your direction.

Soon the two turned away and slowly,lovjngly began to unbuttoned Leviathan's pants

You saw Leviathan's hardened penis rising above his boxers as his pants were pulled down.

You closed your thighs tightly,embarrassed in your strangled state.

They carefully stripped Leviathan down ro his boxers,then laid them aside and walked back to their positions,heads bowed.

When you opened your eyes,you saw Leviathan' beautiful body that was naked.

At the same time Leviathan's penis was clearly visible as he stood here,uncovered,without pants or boxers.

MC: ( W-Was he that big before?)

Leviathan's beautiful pink penis was somehow as moist and flustured as the corners of his eyes.

You wondered if you were weird for thinking your partner's erect penis was beautiful, even when he was strangling you.

Or if Leviathan was strange for getting hard while strangling you.

The thick smell coming from the lower half of Leviathan body made your mind hazzy.

With you in his grip,Leviathan was soon breathing roughly.

The fact that you were in the hands of a beautiful king who had gone mad was begining to stimulate you.

Leviathan's penis which coudn't have risen any higher,nodded a few more times before starting to ooze a white liquid.

MC: (Is he coming? No...that's something else...)

The liquid that had begun to flow from the tip of Leviathan's penis enveloped the entirety of his penis and eventually dripped on the floor qith a dull sound.

The devil,the biggest beast in mythology - said to be able to even swallow Heaven - is acting like a male in a rut

The crystallization of a male. The essence that only a male can produce,was flowing out of his body like a fountain.

Such that although you only thought about it for a moment,a small puddle has formed on the ground.

You felt that with that amount,there would be no creature that coudn't be fertilized.

No,it was not slowing down any time soon. The liquid was gushing out so much,you coudn't even tell how much of it was there.

MC: (Amazing.)

You thought and with your face dark red from the rushing of blood,licked your lips without realizing it.

Your perverted nature,unrivaled amongs humans,felt happy to be able to witness such a spectacle.

As you reached the limit of your oxygen supply and your eyes began to fall back,you felt a lightning bolt of pleasure strike your wet lower half.

MC: Kurgh...urgh...!!

As you wrapped your arms around Leviathan's neck,unable to control your excitment,his penis jerked highly once more.

And holding you up with his hand,he thrust his wet pillar inside you.

Fwolp!

MC: !!!!

Leviathan's already wet pillar slid unresistingly inside you.

At the same time,the hand holding your throat loosened and the blocked airway opened once again,sending tickling sensations throughout your body.

You trembled at the exploding pleasure for a moment.

Now,you were in Leviathan's arms as his penis penetrated you.

When you looked up,you could see Leviathan looking down at you.

Looking at his face which was still crazy but the most beautiful face you'd ever seen,you quickly looked away in embarrassment.

Leviathan: Don't...be cold...

MC: (What?)

Blankly murmuring incompregensable words,Leviathan held your bottom with his hand and began to walk with his penis inside you.

MC: W-Wait! This position! Ugh...My stomach is filling up!

Leviathan's object continued oozing white liquid and your stomach was filled with his liquid to the point it looked slightly convex.

As he began to walk,you could even hear the sloshing in your gut. And everytime his feet crossed,a gap opened where you were connected to him and white liquid gurgled and leaked out onto the ground.

MC: (Are we Hansel and Gretel?! This is embarrassing!)

Where Leviathan walked,a white path was being made of the liquid that came out of him,went into you and came back out again.

Being around devils filled your perverted mind with pleasure's you never seen or imagined. It was like that again.

Now you began to enjoy it. You had pressed your own button.

MC: Where...Tell me where are we going?...Ah,ughh...I love it...

Leviathan: To somewhere safe.

Leviathan said something you coudn't understand,but watching his mad and beautiful face made you tremble with happiness.

None of the subjects raised thwir heads or criticized you until the moment Leviathan left through the door at the end of the hall.

You left rhat silent,uncanny loyalty behind and began to move,impaled by Leviathan and carried by him.

Feeling his wet pillar entered you even deeper and left you each time Leviathan took a step.

And the slickness of Leviathan's fluid filling your stomach, and the sound of it dripping onto the floor.

[st4rryyynight]

★ — headcanons: rise!turtles with a sugar!high reader !! (requested by a user on quotev)

★ — summary: how the brothers deal with an overly energetic reader !

★ — can be seen as both platonic and romantic.

★ — warnings / tw: mentions of tranquilization (donatello's part, 6th headcanon)

★ — content warnings: energetic!reader, headcanons, friendships, relationships, canon x reader, worrying / mother-henning, mikey and leo may be occ, there isn't much on leo's part, reader may be shallow / stereotypically written, repetitive vocabulary- to the point where it's like a broken record, not proof read.

★criticism and advice are always accepted !! /gen !!★

❤️ — raphael x sugar!high reader !! 

☆ — ohhh man. when he first met you, he thought that mikey was in a human disguise, his hyperactiveness and yours match perfectly. oh wait no, your hyperactiveness is wayyy higher than mikey's, hence- raphael's mother hen levels going through the roof.

☆ — living with three, chaotic younger brothers- and with one of them being definition of a wildcart, have gotten Raph used to people that show high levels of enthusiasm - and at times, your rather active and brash personality can be quite fun for him. And since he himself can be fairly loud and brash, he feels as if he can relate to you in way. I mean- that bright grin on your face, your animated movements when you express joy, the confidence and ambition in your voice.. kinda reminds him of himself y'know ??

 ☆ — though, don't expect that you'll be in the clear to do whatever you want just because he sees your enthusiastic self like something he can reflect on, oh no no no. he still feels a fair amount of concern whenever you are bouncing off the walls and such- and will make sure that you don't hurt yourself in the process. and by that I mean that he will secure you in his strong arms when you try to run off with your excitable self, or he'll just hold you by gruff of your neck like a cat- both works, as long as you are safe.

☆ — he will put a limit on your sugar / caffeine intake- sometimes gently scold you into not indulging in too many sweets, nor caffeine. he's worried that you'll may just lose your marbles if you actually consume either of these things- and since you are already energetic as you are, he doesn't really wanna take any risks.

☆ — he'll also try to calm you down when you get a little too hyper for your own good, not because he is tired of your excitable attitude, but because he's scared that you may burn yourself out due to your constant enthusiasm.

☆ — your music taste is also quite alarming to him, as you blast songs that are loud- hyper, ones that match your energy- and while he's not bothered by the tracks you are listening to- despite finding them a little obscure, he's scared that you may damage your hearing with listening to such loud music at full volume. and with headphones on as well. or not. I dunno.

☆ — ..though, as responsible as he may feel to keep you grounded and calm at times, it is safe to say that raph enjoys your company quite a bit, and likes conversing with you. you are a fun loving, active- and overall positive person, and he finds you admirable for that, even if he just thinks that you'll have to be more careful as to not overwhelm or tire yourself out.

☆ — also, last minute headcanon for raph- but since you are physically active, dancing and running around and such- I can easily see raph suggesting that you'll start training with him !! that way, you can let out some of that energy in a productive way, and you'll get to hang out with him !

 💜 — donatello x sugar!high reader !!

☆ — well, your overly bouncy attitude can be quite.. overwhelming for him. you have so much whimsy stored in your soul that it's sometimes almost too much for him to comprehend. he has learned how to deal with mikey's and leo's chaotic shenanigans, so he figured that you wouldn't be any different, and while that is partially true- that doesn't mean that he won't get exhausted by having, now three, brash and lively people in his friendship-circle.

☆ — you two are polar opposites, with you being the party that is expressive and radiating with energy- having a positive outlook on life, while donnie is the more grounded and cool friend who is more of a realist if anything. well, that is when he has his 'emotionally unavailable bad-boy image' on and is not acting like a mad scientist, at least. you honestly remind him of april in a way, but at least april isn't running on walls all the time.. unlike you.

☆ — thoughhh- with you being energetic, meaning that you'll most likely be seeking the thrill of trying out new things, gives him the opportunity to drag you into some. some dangerous experiments, that may just give you the joy that you so desire. he'd probably ask you if you'd like to try on a jet-pack that he's been working on, one that is still in beta- and you'd agree with a big grin and an eager nod of the head.. which would give him the idea that you are naive- and would also encourage him to let you in on a little lesson or two about making impulsive decisions, despite him being the one who asked you to partake in such a dangerous activity in the first place.

☆ —  he does admire how passionate you are about facing new challenges. he also sees you participating in his experiments as a way to bond with you, but also as a chance to let his more- rebellious and 'mad' side shine.. sooo- your excitable self may not be that bad after all. 

☆ — your music taste is something that he can adapt to- he already likes tecnho, and I headcanon that bro was a nightcore kid- so I can seem him vibing to hyperpop / sped up tracks. in fact, I think that he would find himself dancing around with you to this sort of music. he'll probably make a playlist for you whenever you wanna go crazy and have fun !! I can also see him stimming along side you absentmidly, or even making you fidget toys if you need something to keep you occupied when you just can't keep still.

☆ — he also probably gave you an energy drink once in the past, just because he was curious about the extends of your hyperactivity.. and probably regretted it later on. he should have known that you'd go from a jittery mess to a human bouncy-ball in a matter of a couple of hours. but hey- at least now he knows what happens when you indulge in caffeine.

☆ — he used a tranquilizer dart on you to get you to calm down afterwards. in all honesty, he is kinda considering using it on you again should your eccentric nature gets out of control. I mean, it is a way to get you to keep your cool, plus the sleep that you'll get will be relaxing enough so that it'll keep you from experiencing a potential burnout.. no no, just hear him out, please don't come at him-

 ☆ — seeing you being so lively and maintaining such high energy is honestly both impressive and concerning. he'll never thought he would meet one as active as his younger brother- but here you are. using vivid language, with eyes brighter than the sun- looking as if you'll never get tired or drain out your energy. but he knows that's not the case- donatello knows that due to you having your own struggles with relaxing, you can easily get overwhelmed, which is something that he tries to prevent from happening by trying to find balance between you by often reminding you to- hey, you need rest dude. he'll quite literally sit you down and give you a whole, scientific lecture as to why you shouldn't overextend your energy- and the dangers of doing so- he just wants you to be aware, and be prepared if you end up getting weary. he'll probably also gift you things that would help you with calming your self down- such as making some sort of diffuser full of essential oils with relaxing scents with help of science, or giving you one of his weighted blankets.

💙 — leonardo x sugar!high reader !!

☆ — "well, aren't you one impulsive and eager individual ??" he thinks. he finds you're kinda fun to tease- he could compare you to a cheetah by how much you run around so much, all wild and lively. he also makes fun of you sometimes due to how reckless you can sometimes be.. well- ironically, leo himself gives easily into his own impulses quite easily- and he isn't exactly the most patient, or quite person. so him judging or teasing you for your hyperactive nature can come off as a bit.. hypocritical.

☆ — still, with you being so enthusiastic and energetic in general, leo will see it as the perfect opportunity to drag someone into his shenanigans without them hesitating- you two are gonna have soooo much fun causing chaos together, trust him.

☆ — ..well, you would be doing most of the 'work' and such. he that since you are a basically a human bouncy ball, always wanting to be proactive- you would have no problem taking the lead to whatever chaotic situation you put yourselves in. so he'll would just sit on his lazy bum while you create havoc for the both of to be amused by.

 ☆ — he finds your habit of using humour and bold language to engage with others similar to his way of speaking !! using quick wits and jokes to connect with those around you is his speciality !! though, unlike you, can be sly while engaging with others soo, he may get a bit competitive with you, and try to top up your motivating and enthusiastic speeches by adapting parts your vocabulary into his own.

 ☆ — matter of fact, when you are feeling down, leo will swoop in to motivate you by using your sense of humour and positive speech to motivate you- and boy does he feel prideful once he manages to do so. it's a way to show that he cares about you- and as well be show off about him using his charisma to lift others up.. but mainly because he cares about you.

☆ — he'll sometimes whine and dramatically pout about you 'stealing all the spotlight from him' when you get too radiant for your own good, though that dramatic act of his is actually him stressing over you slipping into a potential burnout. he'll also maybe throw a few warnings here and there about you overextending your energy, albeit in a comedic way- but that doesn't exclude the fact he is worried about you.

☆ — and if leo does notice that you did drain yourself out- he'll try to be smug about it. he'll may waltz in with a little 'I told you so' and try and make a couple remarks about him being right about you ending up feeling burnt out. he'll once again try and joke around to make you feel better- however, once he realises that you are actually out of it, he'll quite down. I can imagine him grabbing a pair of headphones and giving them to you, then turning on some sped up music for you to listen to so that you'll feel better, and once you do so- he'll have a little talk with you about you pushing your energy to the max. that is, if you are up to talking- I guess -

🧡 — michelangelo x sugar!high reader !!

☆ — well, would you look at that ?? it seems as if our dear box turtle met a clone of himself.. and that clone is you. your guys's vibes match perfectly, dangerously since you both are active, passionate-  eccentric !! you attract mikey like he's a piece metal and you the magnet, and vice versa. he just adores your fun-loving personality- and it's so cool that he has met someone that can he go haywire with !! sure, he already has leo and april to go wild with, but c'mon- no one enables him to do so as much as you do.

☆ — you two can cook up a recipe for havoc when you're together, you wildcarts are restless- bouncing up and down, doing activities that boost up y'all's  energy. running around like animals in the wild, baking sweets and eating all of em afterwards- and getting a sugar rush after, listening to fast, upbeat music together, stuff like that.

☆ — but okayokayokay, let'sss turn this up a notch: mikey would happily put his mad 'razz-ma-taz' skills on full display when you are around - ! there ain't anyone around to forbid him from doing so, and seeing you get so enthusiastic with his sick moves does boost his confidence.

☆ — he'll also teach you some of his moves, yea, even the dangerous ones.. okay, maybe not as much- he doesn't want his friend getting harmed, no matter how crazy they are for fun, but still, he is ecstatic that you he has someone to follow him in his chaotic antics !!

☆ — when one of you is feeling weary, the other tries their best to cheer the other up- though you guys enjoy sitting alone in silence when the both of you are feeling little too-drained out. that still doesn't stop you from being active though, as you still find creative, productive ways to spend your time, like painting whilst listening to music. I can imagine that you'd both really enjoy abstract art- vibrant colours and various shapes are what express your joyous personality.. whatever that means.

☆ — so, safe to say that you can still have fun- whether you are loosing your marbles with mikey, or just taking a moment to wind down with him.

☆ — however, if it's only you that is overwhelmed and struggling with a burnout, then mikey's positive- ecstatic attitude will do a total 180° and..well, now he is doctor feelings- here to give you a ted talk on how to manage burnouts and on how to maintain your energy at balanced level- all while you are wrapped up in a blanket and hugging one of the many plushies that had attended his presentation. 

☆ — don't get him wrong, he loves, loves LOVES your bright and sparkly attitude- but he can't just not be worried if you end up draining out your energy- though that is a bit hypocritical on his part, since he- himself, has difficulty with being calm and collected, and yet here he is, giving you advice on how to relax every once in a while.

★ — notes:  ..werhhh, this website is cool for understanding different personality traits- though I still think that the way that I interpreted the reader may be stereotypical. also I apologise if leo is occ on his part, it was just the last part that I was writing for this request, and I guess I kinda rushed to finish this (—‹  —;) ...