#Ta da! I have written a thing!

[zephyrchama]

Writing prompt: If MC had been a sheep since they came to the Devildom and then suddenly became human again, would the brothers recognize them? (Under the cut, all 7 brothers, SFW, written in second person.)

Others might have written about this before, it's a fun concept. In the beginning of the manga it's explained that MC appears to be a sheep for reasons. I like to think that they gradually change back and their sheep characteristics slowly become more human, while maintaining sheep-like qualities for a while, but it's more fun to write about if they just. suddenly. change back all at once, ta-da.

Humans sometimes face adverse effects when traversing realms. The unnatural spatial movement has equally unnatural consequences for human bodies, which is why you found yourself in the body of a small pink sheep when meeting the brothers for the first time.

Solomon and Diavolo say it will wear off in time, as you adjust to the Devildom. Your body will return to normal eventually, but they don’t know exactly how long. Its been quite some time now and everyone just accepts that this is how things are. You are a small pink sheep, and you are family.

You expected a gradual transformation - to slowly regain human features over time as you got used to life in the Devildom. That didn’t happen. Day by day nothing changed, until the transformation happened all at once.

Lucifer

Lucifer had seen your photo on the exchange student paperwork months ago. A generic little square image stapled to the application, hardly better than a driver’s license photo. He might have taken your paperwork out of the student council room and put it in his private office desk for safekeeping, or to look from time to time to remind himself you really were human.

He was the first one you thought to tell. A big change like this was surely worth a visit to his room, even if he was busy. You knocked your usual knock. Now that you were human-sized, you could reach the middle of the door, but the lack of hooves meant your knock was quieter. There were several seconds of silence. Maybe he didn’t hear you. You went to knock again, but a familiar gruff voice called out “come in,” from the other side so you reached for the handle.

There were piles of record book and stacks of forms upon the desk, but the eldest brother was still visible from the doorway. As if sensing something was different, he paused mid-writing and looked up. Lucifer was taken aback for a moment but quickly regained his usual composed poker face. You tried to hide a smile. Seeing him surprised like that was a rare occasion.

“I see you’ve finally gotten used to it here. Congratulations.” Maybe it was the soft light inside the House of Lamentation, but Lucifer thought you looked far better in person than in that photo. He put down his pen and crossed his hands under his chin. It almost masked the way he leaned slightly forward to get a better look at you over the large desk. “Do you feel alright?”

You nodded, it was strange to adjust to your old height again but you were glad to be back in your body. “You’re sure you feel fine? Come here,” he commanded.

Sitting next to him as a sheep while he worked had become so natural, yet doing so now as a human made you feel so self conscious. Your eyes wandered around the room, avoiding his gaze until he grabbed your shoulder and said “look at me.”

To you, he was just being overprotective. A routine check up on the exchange student to make sure they’re healthy after a sudden transformation. Maybe being close enough to feel his breath each time he exhaled was also necessary. To Lucifer, it was the time he’d been waiting months for. To see your glossy hair, not just a ball of wool, and study the contours of your face. How smooth your cheeks were and the way you politely kept up an embarrassed smile. Yes, the real deal was much nicer than a photograph.

Mammon

Mammon had no idea who you were, at first. You were sitting on the couch, wasting time while waiting for the next family meal. The front door slammed open loudly and closed with a bang. Mammon finally strolled into the living room after a long evening of make-up lessons at school.

“When’s dinner ready? I’m starvin’!” His boisterous voice made the house a little livelier. “And hey, where’s--”

He stammered when his eyes met yours and his voice faltered back down to a normal indoor volume. “Didn’ know we had someone vistin’. Hmph.”

Your jaw dropped. Was he really this dense? He couldn’t recognize you despite all the time you spend together? You turned around to watch over the back of the couch as Mammon walked to the dining room, then left to go down the hallway that led to your room. Several moments later he was in the kitchen. You could hear voices, but not what was said.

After some time he came meandering back to the living room. With one hand on his hip, he remained standing and leaned against the other couch. He was agitated and impatient, and with no one else around he turned to you.

It must have been five seconds, max, but it felt like you stared at each other for an hour. You pouted, glaring at the idiot who thought you seemed like an oddly familiar and comforting presence. “Who’re ya here to see? If it’s The Great Mammon, I’m a busy guy. I can’t just stand around. WIthout compensation, I’m leavin’.”

“Mammon,” you said. Just one word. You sounded hurt. It made his heart skip a beat, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Huh? What’d you say?” He heard you loud and clear. He just wanted you to speak again, to hear your voice once more and confirm he wasn’t imagining things.

Of all the ways you imagined showing off your human body to him, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Maybe you were wrong for expecting him to recognize you no matter what, but just like him you would never admit that.

“Oh my gosh, you’re a fool! Here’s your ‘compensation!’” Swiftly, you launched a decorative cushion square at his stomach. Your strike is nothing to him, but you landed an emotional blow when you went to storm off.

He grabbed your wrist before you got out of arm’s reach. Forcefully at first, but quickly realized he had to loosen up to avoid hurting you. “Wh- huh? Is that you? Why didn’t you say anything!? When did this happen?”

Walking away was futile as Mammon was rooted to the spot. “That’s really you, right? This ain’t a joke?”

He pulled you in towards him and spun you around to look at your face. You were mad and upset and relieved that he stopped you and embarrassed at having so many emotions at once. He finally knew, you're his human, alright.

Leviathan

It took a while for things to click for Leviathan.

He first saw you from afar on campus. He wanted to steer clear from you., like with every other student. Though he did do a double-take and stare.

He’d never seen you (well, proper human you) around before, and you looked just like the customizable characters you always created in his games. Same hair style, same eyes, same sense of style. His P2 was real. It was uncanny and he couldn’t wait to tell you all about seeing your player character wandering around campus.

That’s when he realized he hadn’t seen you all day. The sheep you. You were always easy to find due to being bogarted by his flashy brothers. You were one of the few to casually greet him every day as assurance he was welcome at RAD. You were human, and humans weren’t sheep. Didn’t Lucifer say something about that when you first arrived? Oh.

When Leviathan didn’t show up to classes after lunch you went looking for him. It was a tough quest. He wasn’t in any of the usual hiding places and wasn’t answering his DDD. He really didn’t want to see you. Or, well, he really did, but clearly wasn’t prepared to. You finally found him on a bench, shrouded by overgrown tree branches and isolated far on the outskirts of RAD’s campus.

Low muttering gave away his hiding space, unintelligible as he was biting down hard on his thumbnail while he raved. His hair was a tousled mess and from time to time he’d jump up to flail or shake his head.

“Lev-”

You tried to greet him and got met with a glorious, high-pitched shriek. You pushed on anyway.

“Levi! I’ve been looking for you. Notice anything different today?”

“You! Y-y-y-youuu!!” He could not look you in the eye, or look at you at all, but your familiar voice made everything clear. It took some time for him to speak again.

”You sat in my bed! You sat in my lap!” He referenced all the times you’d stay up late gaming with him. He never objected to that before. “You! You did all that! How could you?”


”I… thought we were friends?”
”Well I didn’t know you looked like that!”

All the wholesome memories Levi had of you two bonding, demon and sheep, suddenly changed. No longer were you a cute fuzzball sitting on his legs or snug against him like a plush while he slept. You were a cute human, with human features, sitting between his legs and being held against him in bed. Overnight you went from essentially a security plush to a real person, and he was having trouble adjusting.

“You lied to me! Aagh!” He kicked his legs and pulled at his hair in anxious frustration, his thoughts branching in dozens of conflicting paths at once, so you did the only thing you knew to calm him. A big hug.

He froze right up. You stubbornly told him “I’m still me, you know.”

“But you look…” For the first time he tried looking right at you, but all you noticed was the intense blush across his face. It made you smile.

Satan

Great Detective Satan picked up on your change quickly. It wasn’t hard to deduce for anyone who paid close attention to mysteries, like he did.

You hadn’t asked for any help that morning reaching for things high up. You didn’t ask anyone to carry your heavy school books. Most obviously, you were sitting in the dining room enjoying a hearty piece of toast when he also sat down to eat breakfast. Even though he didn’t physically recognize you, who else would be fearlessly sitting at the House of Lamentation’s breakfast table and happily greeting the Avatar of Wrath?

Rather than the scrambled eggs, Satan was most interested in you. He didn’t hide the way he stared. “You look different.” Slowly, eyes never wavering, he took the chair beside you.

”Oh yeah! Check it out, I changed back!” You went to stand up and show off, but first needed to wipe the crumbs off your face. Too bad the napkin just slid off your lap and onto the floor. “Ah, hold on, I’ll show you in a sec. It’ll be worth it.” You didn’t want to look sloppy on your first day as a human again, and although hands were easier to eat with than hooves, you had prioritized munching on delicious breakfast food over eating cleanly. Without another clean napkin in arm’s reach, you went to pick up what had fallen.

“Allow me.” Napkin unfolded, Satan leaned in close. Before you could acknowledge his offer he had a hand wrapped around your chin. The heat of his fingers could be felt on your lips through the cloth. He spent an unnecessarily long time tracing the contours around your mouth. A cleaning this thorough would surely ward crumbs off your face for at least a week.

A full minute later, Satan was satisfied and leaned back in his own chair. He didn’t stop staring though. You gave a heartfelt, “thanks! Now let me show you,” and stood up to twirl.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus recognized you right away. He was the only one not taken aback, and was thrilled to see you returned to full glory. “You look just like your socials!”

Not one to miss out on trends, Asmodeus had signed up for a few human realm social media sites. He considered it to be the cultural exchange aspect of your exchange program. On particularly slow evenings he’d even scroll through several years of your image posts and save the cutest ones. Asmodeus was very well acquainted with both your human and sheep looks.

“Do you have anything to wear other than your uniform? We really should trim your hair, too. That didn’t stop growing while you were a sheep, huh?” He was immediately all over you, twirling your hair in his long fingers while circling like a predator locked on to its prey.

“Oh really?” You hadn’t noticed your hair being overly long. You were just happy to be back to normal. “Yeah I’ve got plenty of clothes, but my hair? Are there, like, demon barbers around here? Can you help?”

“Leave it to me! And your nails!” His hand found yours and soon your fingers were entwined. He lifted them up, cheerily exclaiming “how about matching with me?” as he pulled you towards his room. It was hard to keep up with him, but at least you stood a chance now unlike before in that small body. He noticed, and with a cheeky grin turned to ask “you're not still having trouble? I’ll carry you, you know. And when you need another trim, you come to me first.”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub lucked out. He came into the dining hall for the most important meal of the day, just in time to see you twirl for Satan, proclaiming “I’m back!”

Your voice was the same, and you smelled the same as ever. He let out an astonished “woah” while taking the seat across from you. This new form was much better than the sheep one. His fears of accidentally hurting you with too much strength somewhat abated. Though, in his eyes you were still tiny.

“Morning!” you greeted. “Notice anything new?”
”Boy, do I.” Through a mouthful of food, he asked “how did this happen?”


“Dunno, it must have happened overnight. I just woke up and bam.” You flashed a pair of finger guns at Beel and he laughed.

After breakfast, you two became alone in the dining room. You piled up the dirty dishes and Beelzebub carried them into the kitchen as you followed behind, saying “we better hurry, I didn’t realize it was this late already.”

“Yeah.” He placed everything in the sink, then turned to face you. He held out his arms. “Ready to go?”

Carrying you to school appears to have become a habit. Beel didn’t even hesitate to gently lift you up like you were weightless. It was an everyday occurrence when you were a sheep. But back in your old body with longer legs, having his arm wrap around your waist without a layer of thick wool to cushion you, things felt different. “Y’know, I might be able to walk to school today.”

“Hm?” Beelzebub took a moment to process this. Like he had completely forgotten you got your body back in that short span of time. “Oh! Sorry. Force of habit.” Almost dejectedly, he crouched to set you back on the ground. You reached around to grab his shoulders anyway.

“Well, I never said you had to let go.”

Belphegor

Belphegor thought he was still sleeping. Your human figure was a familiar sight he had seen multiple times. It was how you manifested in your dreams, after all. Sometimes when you napped together he would pick up glimpses of your dreams. On this day he had made it to RAD with time to spare and was dozing off in his seat when you arrived.

Unreservedly, he dragged himself several feet over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder right next to your ear. “Hey.” This was a dream anyway, might as well enjoy it.

“Belphie, are you still asleep?” you asked. Physical contact wasn’t so bad, but it got embarrassing in public like this. With a futile shake you tried to rouse him. “Look! Did you notice? I’m not a sheep anymore!”

“Mm, yeah. You’re you.” Avoiding the lights, he buried his eyes in your neck, wishing it was a little darker. He liked you like this. But if this was a dream, why did the light bother him? Why was he still so tired? “Is it… Hm? What time is it?”

“Time for class to start soon. If you fall asleep again Lucifer is gonna kick your butt. Wake up.” You roughly ruffled his hair, causing him to groan and cling to your waist tighter. It did succeed in getting him to raise his head, at least.

After a sleepy pause, Belphegor seemed to grasp his surroundings. He squinted and leaned back, sizing you up. You couldn't tell if he was waking up or preparing to slouch down again until he spoke. “You really changed back? For real?”

“Yep!”

“Heh, good for you.” He pat your sides and let go. It tickled a little. Now, while you were distracted, was his turn to ruffle your hair. Payback disguised as playful praise.

[aisclosed]

Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - y. jungwon x reader

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

Genre : non-idol college AU, more than friends less than lovers, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pining,

Pairing: college student! Jungwon x gamer! Y/N

Warnings: swearing, lightly suggestive content, additional warnings will be added based on chapter

Featuring: NCT- Chenle, Haechan and Jaemin & Le Sserafim- Yunjin

Status: Complete :: start date: 3/25/2023

Tag list: open! send me an ask to be added! <3

A/N: Social Media AU with Written Chapters my first ever written work agshsb pls be patient w me as I figure tumblr out. slight gaming language will be included, meanings will be provided in the notes when not in the work itself! I hope u like it! Lmk what u think

profiles ^_−☆ : discrd kittens enha dt

K/D/A

0/0/1 - touch grass

0/0/2 - welcome home cheater

0/0/3 - two players one chair

0/0/4 - foolin around (bonus)

0/0/5 - #jungwonOUT!

0/0/6 - just one bite

0/0/7 - wishful thinking

0/0/8 - night night

0/0/9 - #jungwon1stWin

0/1/0 - pretty boy

0/1/ 1 - ta da!

0/1/2 - player three

0/1/3 - just jungwon

0/1/4 - for you

0/1/5 - on impulse

0/1/6 - La Raison

0/1/7 - let me in (20 cube)

0/1/8 - match found ʚ♡ɞ

Overtime

0/1/9 - won n only (bonus)

titles n chapters may change :)

[that-sweet-jester]

Just a bunch of bad guys

A little background below ⬇⬇⬇

HA I TRICKED YOU, it's not little, it's a lot!

Alright, this was just supposed to be an attempt at character design of my own after I read bunch of Superhero AUs, but I got carried away and created some lore :')

-WILBUR-

Full Name: Both him and Techno had been adopted by Philza at young age and took up his last name, but wanted to keep something of their own. Hence, both have their nicknames "Soot" and "Blade" (not last names, they don't know what they were).

Alias: I wanted to base all names of the Syndicate on Greek mythology, however I had hard time finding something for Wilbur. I came close to calling him Apollo, but most of the things attributed to this god, aside being the patron of music, just didn't align with what I had in mind for him. Thus, ta da, "very original" Siren. Even tho, it's not really a name name - "lured sailors to their death with a bewitching song" just fits too well.

Powers: Hypnotic voice was an obvious choice, but I wanted all of them to have two main abilities. Thus, after long search I stumbled upon enhanced hearing, and hear me out. Wilbur wears mask over his eyes (he can see through it) but it gives the illusion that one of his senses is gone, and what they say when one sense is taken away? Another one amplifies >:D And I just think that someone whose powers are based on sound would be more sensitive to it. It's not like he has super hearing for miles away, he can just hear well what someone is whispering like few meters away form him :p

OK THAT'S IT. I think that's the most I've ever written on this site. To anyone who've read the whole thing: ily <333 thank for reading my rambling and sorry for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language and I was too lazy to do a spell check.

-TECHNO-

Full name: Explained before. I'm sorry, but I just can't separate those names from them, there is no Techno without Blade.

Alias: Now I spent a lot of time on this one, bc I just couldn't settle on anything. First I thought about Ares, for being the patron of blood lust and warfare, but just, it didn't work that much for me, I just think there should be more meaning behind the name. Then I searched more, I stumbled on Polemos and some other I can't remember and finally settled on Perses.

PERSES was the Titan god of destruction. He was the father of Hekate, goddess of witchcraft, by the Titanis Asteria ("Starry One"). Perses' name means "the Destroyer" or "the Ravager" from the Greek words persô and perthô. Hesiod inexplicably describes him as "preeminent among all men in wisdom"

And I just think this one's perfect. God of destruction? nice. "The Ravager"? Techno loved mc ravagers and I just can't pass this coincidence. "Preeminent among all men in wisdom"? Man's crazy smart, also as I'll explain more in a moment, Techno knows things he shouldn't really know, and he's almost always ahead of everyone, so, check. Also, my fav goddess aside form Persephone is Hecate so, additional point.

Powers: Enhanced durability is pretty explanatory. Mans could be thrown through a building and only his hair would get messy, maybe a bruise here and there and a lot of complaining, but that's it. You need someone equally powerful to bring him down. NOW, hyper awarness, man oh man, so I NEEDED to include the voices somehow. And I never saw them as something negative in his case. Of course, during combat, they start to demand bloodshed and make him sometimes loose control or result in sensory overload. BUT most of all, thanks to them he knows things - names of people or locations he never seen before, where the punch is coming at him from, answers to weird questions, who stole his food, and why is it always Wilbur, etc etc. So, yeah I thought that writing it down as hyper awarness, might work.

Additional info: His eyes are always red, but his sclera changes color to black when he's out on a mission or fighting, basically when the voices become louder the eyes become more intense in color. As civilian he wears red glasses most of the time to somehow mask the real color.

-PHILZA-

Full Name: You have no idea how much I wanted to write him down as Philza Mine Craft.

Alias: So, I also struggled to find a name for him. I was battling between Thanatos or simply calling him The Angel of Death. But then I was struck and everything became clear. I love fanfics where Phil was a hero before he saw how bad the system is and decides to become the "bad guy" who's actually kinda good, but does bad things sometimes. So, why not use it. In my version, before he became a villain, he was known as Angel, the Hero Committee wasn't as fully developed, so the heros still could stay anonymous, that's why even now they don't know his real identity. After he left he decided to take up new alias and therefore Thanatos was born. Person with black wings associated with Death, also now has a scythe??? Fits perfectly. And that's how people from calling him Angel started calling him The Angel of Death.

Powers: He has the ability to hide his wings and manifest them whenever he wants. I thought about making them just permanent, but I think it's just cooler when suddenly you see a character spring out a pair of big wings out of their back out of nowhere for the shock effect. (no i wasn't just too lazy to draw them, what are you talking about)

Avian telephaty - I also just couldn't not include the Chat. Wherever you see a cloud of crows you know the Angel of Death is nearby. He can communicate with any bird that is a raven, crow or rook. They're his eyes and ears.

Now, I can't leave without giving some credit to the writers that inspired me:

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High

tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

Welcome Home Theseus by SoulfirePhoenix

All of them are on Ao3 and are super cool, so give them a read <3

Also, I'm planning on drawing Vigilante Benchtrio but we'll see how much that'll take me xd

[lovedazai]

DOMESTIC MOMENTS

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, tecchou

DAZAI ー dazai loves to sleep. specifically, he loves to sleep next to you. the hum of your voice and your gentle touch is far sweeter to wake up to than the sound of his alarm, and he selfishly basks in your attention for as long as possible. “osamu〜” you trace down the bridge of his nose, booping it. “it’s time to get up.” your lips brush his forehead, then his nose. he forces back his smile as he waits for you to reach his lips, furrowing his brows when it never comes. he blinks open his eyes to be met with your smile. “i knew you were awake.” his pout stays even after you finally give him a proper kiss. “that was mean. you always see through me, don’t you?” he dramatically sighs as he drapes himself over you, tangling your legs together. he’s not letting you go so soon; if it were up to him, he would laze around with you for the rest of his life (and after that, too).

CHUUYA ー the cheap takeout containers looked out of place in chuuya’s luxury apartment, but the situation felt so normal he almost didn’t know how to act. later that night, he would return to the depths of yokohama as a port mafia executive, but eating dinner with you, he was just chuuya, the person. your mouth is full of gyoza, cheeks puffed and sauce smeared against your lips. you offer him a piece when you catch him staring, holding out your chopsticks for him. “say ahh〜” he tries to frown but your grin is contagious, and he takes a bite just to not give in to it. he daps your mouth with a napkin as he chews, pinching your cheek. you thank him with another smile, stealing a pepper from his meal. he never thought he'd be able to relate to the civilian couples he saw, cherishing something as simple as eating dinner, but he thinks maybe they're onto something.

RANPO ー you’re still snuggled in bed when ranpo returns to the bedroom and places a plate of pancakes in front of you, decorated with pieces of fruit and dollops of whipped cream. “ta-da!” he makes himself comfy next to you as you start to eat, swallowing down butterflies at the thought of your praise. he usually wasn’t one to bother with cooking, but he wouldn’t be the self-proclaimed world’s greatest boyfriend if he didn’t. “these are so good! you’re the best, ranpo!” he grins. “aren’t i? my turn!” he opens his mouth, waiting for you to feed him a bite. you share the treat until only one strawberry remains on the plate. “you can have it,” you offer. “you worked so hard to make breakfast, after all.” it’s a tempting offer, and normally he wouldn’t hesitate, but this is you. he stabs it with the fork, handing it over. you eat it with a smile, kissing him in thanks; your lips taste like strawberry juice, and it’s even better than the real thing.

FYODOR ー fyodor gets up before you every morning. he straightens the sheets on his side of the bed and tucks you further into yours, leaving you with a kiss on your head. today, he patiently watches you sleep; the warmth of you snuggled against him rivals his morning cup of tea and he decides to stay, just for a little longer. he admires the way your hair knots on his fingers as he soothes the strands, and smiles at how you subconsciously arch further into his chest when his cold hands grazes the skin of your back. he almost feels bad when his doting finally wakes you up. “good morning, my dear.” his chapped lips press a kiss to your cheek. he’s half way out of bed when your arm is tugging him back down. “don’t leave.” he raises an eyebrow at you. there’s lines of code to be written, plans to make sure get followed through, but they weren’t looking up at him with irresistibly rosy cheeks and batting eyelashes the way you were. “fine,” he sighs, like he couldn’t use some more rest, too. “only for a little longer.”

TECCHOU ー getting out of bed without waking up tecchou wasn’t easy, and you smile after successfully doing so. you start your skincare routine quietly. it’s when you’re rinsing the cleanser off your face, dapping it dry with a towel, that you finally notice tecchou standing in the doorway. if the cold water didn’t wake you up, that certainly did. he was cuter than usual, with sleepy eyes and especially messy hair, but he still startles you. “you left.” he says simply. he watches you finish your routine through your reflections in the mirror as he starts to brush his teeth, asking questions about what you’re using. “i didn't think you’d be interested in skincare.” you’re surprised at how serious he looks when he shakes his head. “it’s important to know your partner’s routines,” he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head as you put on moisturizer. “and i like watching you. you’re pretty.”

p.s.! thank u sm to kat + hana for the help <3 !!

BSD MASTERLIST

[hoonvrs]

ICE ICE BABY — p. sunghoon

PAIRING sunghoon × fmr

DESC. skating date with hoon gone wrong??

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNING swearing

W. COUNT 1.2k

S. NOTES HAPPY BDAY TO THE LOML AND MY BOYFRIEND ILY BF MWAH

pulling some strings to rent out a whole ice rink after closing wasn't easy.

thankfully mrs. park kept most of her connections from sunghoons skating days and came to the rescue when you told her your date plans for his birthday.

safe to say sunghoon was beyond confused when you pulled him around with so much excitement it was rolling off you in waves. he could almost see it through the fabric on his eyes, “is the blindfold really necessary?”

“yes, don't want to spoil the surprise, duh,” you kept pulling him hoping he wouldn’t notice the sudden drop in temperature walking past a set of doors.

as soon as you had him standing directly in front of the entrance to the rink, you walked behind him carefully taking off the blindfold, “ta-da!”

it took him a few blinks to adjust to the harsh lighting above, looking around in confusion when he starts to realise where you’d taken him. suddenly, a pair of white skates is shoved into his hands, “how did you even get these?”

you put a finger up to his lips, shushing him with a little shake of your head, “no time for questions. put them on, let's skate!”

a lightbulb turned on in your boyfriend's head, you could see it in the way his eyes lit up with an ominous smile spreading across his face. he wasn’t oblivious to the copious amount of fan fiction his fans have written about him — maybe he’s read one or two here and there — so he wasn’t entirely new to the ‘figure skater park sunghoon takes his girlfriend on a date where he teaches her how to skate’ trope.

the idea of seeing you wobbling on the ice like a fawn learning how to walk sent butterflies to his stomach, leaving him no option but to be your knight in shining armour as he approaches and takes you by the hand as he glides you both around the room as a love song starts playing in the back.

sunghoon should really stop reading those fanfics.

he couldn’t hide his excitement. rushing to put on his skate, even having to start over lacing it a few times because he kept messing up but as soon as they were both on and secure, he made a beeline for the ice.

getting on the ice was like meeting an old friend. something warm and familiar, comforting in a way only he could feel, and he couldn’t wait to introduce his first love to his last.

except he constantly forgets that throughout your whole relationship, nothing has ever gone the fairy tale way his fans have depicted, feeling the giddiness in his belly drop dead when he turns to see you getting on the ice.

the issue wasn’t you joining him, but how you did. knitting his eyebrow watching you trying to familiarise yourself with the new footing, “why aren’t you shaking?”

”what,” you looked at your boyfriend puzzled. you should’ve prepared yourself honestly, sunghoon has a track record of saying the weirdest things at odd times.

“why are you good at this? aren’t you meant to be falling and holding onto the board for dear life?”

now it was just two idiots staring at each other at a loss, “hoon, babe, i can skate.”

a pout settles on his lips, casting his eyes down before skating off at an ungodly speed, “hey! don't leave me!”

your skating skills were average at best. i mean, you can walk and maybe speed up a little but nowhere near your athlete boyfriend who was doing rounds around the rink like a hamster on crack.

huffing under your breath you decided to just let him tire himself out a little as you tried to find your footing correctly, so you didn’t fall and break your back.

once you got to the centre you heard a pair of blades skim the layer of ice right behind you, “are you done with your little hissy fit, babygirl?”

“don’t call me that,” he scowled. he walked straight into your line of sight, remnants of the pout still there. slowly he grabs both of your hands into his, interlacing your fingers together as he starts to pull you along.

“want to tell me why you’re sulking?” 

“i’m not sulking.” sunghoons ‘cold ice prince’ image must be a big rumour that got out of hand because how could someone so cute be intimidating?

once he slows down his pace you slip out a hand, gently placing it on his cheek, “tell me.”

you can see him trying to avoid eye contact as a rosy hue starts to creep up from his neck to his face that he’d probably try to blame on the cold if you mention it knowing that both of you know he’s practically immune to the cold at this point, “i just, i kind of wanted it to be like those books where i try and teach you how to skate cause you’re shit at it but it’s okay cause i’m here but i can’t even do that.”

surprise isn’t even the word to describe what you’re feeling. how could such a small confession make your heart flutter and your cheeks warm?

“i mean, i’m no professional. guess this means we're skipping the basics and you have to teach me some tricks, live out your coaching dream through me.”

seeing his demeanour instantly change should’ve been a warning in itself.

“first lesson, triple axel! get some speed and momentum then when you’re ready quickly push off the ice and life your knees but make sure to—“

a hand covering his mouth interrupted his rambling as you look at him as if he’s suddenly grown a second head, “how about we start with some spins then get around to the jumps, hm?”

nodding his head enthusiastically he doesn’t waste any time. it takes you a minute to get the hand of spinning on literal ice without feeling like you would fall fat onto the ground, but you soon got the hang of it.

you managed to convince your boyfriend that was enough learning knowing if you tried anything else you would run your battery straight to zero before you could do what you planned for the rest of the day. now you were back hand in hand, gliding around the perimeter together.

sometimes you think that sunghoon does things without thinking, this for instance.

once you guys are both safely skating, all two feet on the ice then next thing you know you find yourself colliding with the ground, the fall softened by your boyfriend's body below you because something possessed him to believe he could pick you up mid skate like he’s seen with skating duos even though the man himself has never done it before, never mind with a amateur skater like yourself.

“oh my god,” you screamed, not being able to hold back from laughing straight into his face. sunghoon looks at you, fondness swirling in his eyes watching you struggle to catch your breath, “are you stupid? why would you do that?”

he ignores your question choosing instead to scan your face, noticing your nose has gotten red at the tip and your lips a little pale, “your lips look cold. want them to meet mine?”

“shut up,” before he could respond you pushed your lips against his, sharing soft kisses to stop whatever other cheesy pickup line he could come up with to escape.

and although the air around you nipped at your skin and could barely feel the tip of your fingers you felt warm inside.

just you, sunghoon and his first love.

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[h-33-s-3-ung]

Adventure in the fitting rooms

Jay smut MDNI

Synopsis: it’s your birthday so your boyfriend takes you to your favorite boutique and is willing to buy you everything but he has something else planned.

Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk. (Lmk if something is missing)

Word count: ≈2200

"Good morning princess"

That was the first thing you heard the second you woke up. Jay, your boyfriend of now 2 years was sitting next to you in bed patiently waiting for your slumber to be over.

"Guess what day it is today" Jay asked with a slight smirk on his face.

You were still half asleep so the only thing you could respond was:

"It’s Saturday?"

"Awn are you still sleepy? It’s your birthday today! Did you forget?"

Your eyes grew wide as you realized you had forgotten your own birthday. Yet, you were happy that your sweet boyfriend remembered it.

"I have a surprise for you, come with me." Jay said making a follow me gesture with his hand.

You rubbed your eyes as you walked out of your room.

"TA-DA" Jay exclaimed making you jump slightly.

Jay has prepared a giant breakfast just for you with everything you loved. There were pancakes covered in maple syrup and whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, bacon, sausage and of course an iced coffee.

You were now fully awake and jumping from joy.

"OMG Jay you did all this by yourself? It looks so good!" You said, your mouth watering intensely as you sat down in front of the giant plate.

"Dig in!" He responded sitting to your left.

Without waisting a single second, you took your knife and fork and quickly cut out a piece of pancake. Making sure you got all the toppings and fruits in your bite and your shoved it in your mouth. Your eyes closed and your body went limp for a few seconds as you were tasting all your favorite things all at once.

"It’s good?" Jay asked curiously.

"Words can’t even describe the taste, it’s just magical" you responded mouth still full.

Jay found you funny and adorable eating like a little kid, mouth covered and dancing at the good flavour.

"Can I get a bite?" Your boyfriend asked in a cute tone.

You prepared a piece with once again all the toppings and brought it close to his mouth before stopping suddenly.

"What…" your boyfriend asked confused at your sudden action.

"Airplane!" You simply responded. "Whrrrrriiiiii!" You imitated the sound of an airplane while moving the fork closer to your boyfriends mouth. He sight but opened his mouth cutely. You were dying of laughter at your boyfriend’s reaction and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

You were done with your plate shortly after and thanked your boyfriend for making such an amazing breakfast.

"Wait, I have one more surprise for you…" He responded mysteriously.

He gave you a small envelope with your name written on it and a heart in the top right corner. You thought it would just be an ordinary card like the previous ones, describing his endless love for you. But there was more than just a cute message inside.

"You’re not serious, are you?" You asked your mouth hanging open.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a sweet look. Inside the card was a 1500$ gift card to your favorite luxury boutique. You couldn’t hide your excitement anymore and jumped in his arms kissing him all over his face thanking him over and over again.

"Can we go now Jay, pretty please?" You asked in a cute tone.

"Of course darling. Go get ready and we can go." He replied still smiling.

You gave him one last kiss before going to the bathroom to do your makeup and put on a cute dress.

20 minutes later

"Okay I’m ready!" You exclaimed from behind the couch where your beautiful boyfriend was sitting. He got up, turned around, and froze.

"Wow! How do you look so pretty?" He said in admiration.

You were wearing a black dress and a red corset that accentuated your beautiful curves.

"Thank you baby." You shyly responded.

"Okay let’s go before I change my mind for some dirty stuff." Jay said grabbing your hand and walking out the door.

The car ride there was about 15 minutes and you were blasting his group’s last album, dark blood, the whole time. Jay glanced at you laughing at your cuteness a few times. He could watch you dance to their songs for hours and never get tired, but he was driving so he sadly has to pay attention.

"Alright we’re here. You can get anything you want but one condition." He said.

"What is it?" You asked confused.

"You let me pick a lingerie set for you and you must try it on in front of me, got it?" He said seriously, holding your chin.

You were practically drooling at the idea and all you could respond was "okay"

“Let’s go!" He said, his expression immediately changing to his usual soft and cute expression whenever he’s out with you.

You opened the door and was immediately greeted by the employee there, she knew you and your boyfriend very well. Not only because she was a big fan of Enhypen but also because over the time. She had become your friend since you were so kind to everyone. You hugged her immediately as a greeting.

"Are you guys looking for anything?" She kindly asked

Jay got down to your level and whispered in your ear "go check out the clothes and shoes, I will check the lingerie okay?" You nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before making your way to the shoe section first.

"I’m looking for some lingerie for my girlfriend. It’ her birthday today." He told her proudly.

"Oh I see. Follow me I’ll show you what I think will suit her best." She responded kindly.

•

You arrived in the shoe section and immediately spotted a pair you had been wanting for years. Some black heels with a small platform at the front and some pearls around the opening where your foot goes. You immediately checked if there was your size in stock and lucky for you, there was a pair. You tried them on and they were absolutely perfect. No second thought. You had to get them. Plus they were on sale at 350$ instead of 600$. "What a steal" you thought to yourself.

Happy, you made your way to the dress section. Wandering around trying to spot something you liked. Bingo! There it was. The dress you showed jay a few weeks ago. It was exactly your style. Black and white with lace on the top and on the border of the skirt. You looked for your size and, it was definitely your lucky day today, because there was one last dress in your size. It was 250$. Luckily your boyfriend had given you this gift card otherwise you could never afford these on your own.

"Y/N, Baby! I found something!" You heard your boyfriend say from a far.

You quickly made your way towards the direction of his voice and found him next to a fitting room with a lingerie set in his hands.

"Milady." He said bowing down like a prince.

Thank you good sir. Would you like to join me perhaps?" You said elegantly.

"Hell yeah." He said, breaking character suddenly.

"Look at what I found!" You said happily as you showed him your dress and shoes.

"Wow they are so beautiful. How much were they?" He asked.

"600$ together, 350 for the shoes and 250 for the dress." You responded.

"Can I see the shoes on?" He asked

You put them on and posed like a mannequin happily.

"They were made for you. It makes you taller!" He said laughing.

"Oh shut up." You replied also laughing.

"Okay the dress now and keep the shoes." He said.

You did as he said, asking him to turn around so that it would be a surprise.

"Okay, look!" You said. Tapping your feet in excitement as he did.

"OH MY- Damn baby." He said admiring your curves accentuated by the expensive dress.

"What do you think?" You asked seductively yet cutely.

"I think it’s making me hard. Look." He pointed down to his pants where you could see a tent forming.

"Do I look this good?" You asked him bending down to show your cleavage a little more.

"If only you could see what I’m seeing." He said almost drooling.

You blushed and started kissing him.

"Wait, I have an idea. Take the dress off, keep the shoes, and put on this lingerie set I chose for you." He got closer to your ear and continued "Then, if you agree, we can have a little session here."

"What if she catches us?" You said, talking about the employee that is also your friend.

"That’s what’s so exciting about it. Last time, when we fucked at the dorm and you heard Heeseung approaching the room and calling my name, I felt you tighten around me. I know you like the idea of doing it when other’s are around. Plus, you can muffle your moans in your dress." He explained.

He wasn’t wrong. So, you quickly took the dress off and changed into the lingerie Jay had chosen for you. He was touching his erection over his pants as he watched you change, making you wet.

"How do I look?" You asked giving him a twirl.

"Delicious." He simply replied pulling his dick out of his pants.

"That looks delicious too." You replied. "Can I suck it?" You asked.

"No. It’s your birthday. I just want to make you feel good and not slow things down." He said looking at you with siren eyes.

He pulled you in closer by the waist and kissed your lips and your neck before turning you around so you were facing the mirror.

"I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. Okay?" He said.

You simply nodded in response. He then pushed the underwear part of your matching lace set to the side before inserting his long and thick cock inside. His hand was on your mouth as he knew you wouldn’t be able to contain your moans. You saw as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes rolling at the back of your head. What a sight for your boyfriend who’s eyebrows did the same as yours and his mouth hung opened from the sensation.

"You feel so good baby" you whimpered softly.

"Oh yeah? You like it? You like it when I fuck your tiny pussy in public? Huh?"

You only moaned in response. Luckily the music in this store was a little bit loud so your sinful noises were hidden by it.

Jay picked up the pace as he felt you tighten around his length in response to his dirty talk.

"You’re gonna cum already? You’re gonna make a mess on the floor for me princess?" He said in a deep voice next to your ear.

"Yes." You managed to moan softly in response. As you came all over his dick and leaked a little on the floor and your brand new expensive set.

"I’m gonna cum. Wanna suck me off now?" He asked out of breath.

You got on your knees and wrapped your mouth around him just in time as he came almost instantly. You hummed at his taste as he moaned softly, from the intense orgasm.

"Let’s clean you and the floor up so we won’t be suspicious." He proposed.

You took a few tissues out of your purse and wiped the floor first then your folds.

"Wait, the lingerie is all wet. I can’t take it off and show her." You said concerned.

"No problem, here" He said removing the tag. "I’ll give her the tag and explain you wanted to keep it on, okay?"

"You’re so smart MR Park." You said giving him a hug.

Jay got out of the fitting room with all your new purchases, you, on the other hand, stayed inside to get dressed.

•

"Here, I’ll pay for it while she get’s dressed." He explained to the employee.

"No problem. Everything fitted?" She asked.

"Perfectly. Oh and she kept the lingerie set on since she loved it so much but here’s the tag." He explained

"Oh no problem at all." She said innocently, not knowing the real reason behind it.

You came out of the fitting room soon after as if nothing happened.

"There you go. I wish you both an amazing day and a happy birthday to you y/n." She said smiling brightly.

"Thank you so much. See you next time!" Your boyfriend responded.

"Bye! Have an amazing day!" You responded giving her a warm hug and waving goodbye.

"We’ll that was hot." You told your boyfriend as you walked back to your car.

"Happy birthday princess. We should do this every year." He responded.

"Sure." You replied hugging his arm as you continued your short walk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There is the story for jay! Hope you like it. I’m quite proud of this one to be honest. I’ll try my best to keep writing stories. If you have any suggestions for the other members, let me know! Love you.❤️

[a-sleepy-raven]

Hi! And welcome. :3 I have a request for you - can I ask for a fic where reader takes care of Leon when he's sick? Fluffy pls. :3 Thank you!

Hey there! Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like this, though I have to say I'm a bit nervous about sharing my first RE fic. Hope you enjoy! <3

(established relationship, post RE4)

Baby, it'll be alright - Leon Kennedy x gn!reader (fluff)

When you come home, you’re surprised to find Leon curled up on the couch, fast asleep and buried beneath one, no, two blankets. There’s a half empty cup on the coffee table in front of him – chamomile, if you’re not mistaken. And as far as you know, Leon hates chamomile with a burning passion. He can’t even stand the smell of it. That, paired with the fact that he fell asleep in broad daylight, can only mean one thing: His health hasn’t gotten any better since you left the house this morning.

Well. At least, you’re prepared, you think to yourself as you set down the bags in your arms, careful not to make any noise because you don’t want to disturb Leon’s slumber. He has barely gotten any sleep last night, and you’re sure he must be absolutely exhausted.

As quietly as humanly possible, you start to unpack the groceries. Aside from a few essentials like coffee and toast, you have also stocked up on lemons, tissues, cough drops and lemons. (You also bought a tub of ice cream, but that one’s for you – your reward for taking care of your sick boyfriend who can be as stubborn as a mule, especially when it comes to his health. Wouldn’t be the first time that he insisted he was fine when, in fact, he was still feeling like garbage.)

A quiet groan that sounds like it’s coming from beneath that pile of blankets on the couch snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn around, your gaze meeting Leon’s. He looks terrible. The dark circles under his tired, red rimmed eyes are a sharp contrast to the pale, sallow tone of his skin, and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and raspy. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” You make your way over to him, crouching down in front of the couch before you place your hand on his forehead. Beneath your palm, his skin feels burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. He’s definitely running a fever. “Damn, Leon.”

“What kind of greeting is that, honey?”

“Shut up. You sound like you’ve been chain-smoking for at least ten years.” 

He suppresses a cough. “You really know how to make someone feel better.”

“Sorry.” You brush your hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible.”

“My poor baby,” you say and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Do you want some tea? Or a glass of water? I also bought lemons – people say hot lemonade works wonders when you have a cold. I could make you some.”

“As long as it’s not chamomile, I really don’t care.”

“Hot lemonade it is, then.” You get up. “And in the meantime, you should gather your stuff,” you motion to the blankets and the pillows that definitely come from your bedroom, “and go back to bed. I don’t understand why you haven’t stayed there in the first place.”

“Yeah, well-“ Leon interrupts himself when he falls into yet another fit of coughing, forcing him to sit up. “God damnit,” he mumbles, then. His head hurts like hell, like it’s going to explode any second, and with every cough and every sneeze, it just seems to get worse. 

You rub his back. “Go to bed,” you order him, softly. “I’ll bring you some meds. And painkillers. You look like you need them.”

He sniffles. “Yeah. Thanks.”

* * * *

“Ta-da,” you say as you carefully set down the tray that’s loaded with two cups (one filled with hot lemonade you hope you haven’t messed up, the other with water), a bowl of ice cream (you don’t have the heart to not share it with Leon when he’s feeling so bad) and the meds you bought on your way back home from work. 

Leon sits up, relief written all over his face when you hand him the painkillers. A moment later, before you can even reach out for the glass of water, he has already swallowed one of the tiny pills. Then, he lets himself fall back into the pillows. “Thanks.”

“You survived Raccoon City and getting infected with some ancient parasite. Who would’ve guessed that a simple cold is all it takes to knock the famous Leon Kennedy flat out?” you tease as you sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to caress his face. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle before he sinks back into the pillows because the world around him has started spinning. And he’s pretty sure it is not supposed to do that. Not like this, at least.

This goddamn cold. He can’t even say what annoys him more – the constant coughing, the terrible headache or the fact that all he wants to do is sleep. And although he knows that you don’t mind taking care of him, he can’t help but feel like a burden right now. You probably have a million other things to do, and yet, here you are, keeping him company and trying your best to nurse him back to health. If only he could find the right words to tell you how much he appreciates your efforts.

“Try to get some rest,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Sleep is the best medicine, after all.”

Leon hums in response. Sleep truly sounds like a wonderful idea.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head. “Come here,” he mumbles, “please. Unless,” a coughing fit interrupts him before he can finish his sentence, and he takes a deep breath before continuing, “unless you’re afraid to pick up a cold, too.”

You let out an indignant huff. “You’ll need more than a few germs to scare me away, Leon. You should know that by now,” you say as you lie down next to him and make yourself comfortable. With a content sigh, Leon snuggles up to you and drapes his arm over your stomach. You kiss the top of his head. “Want me to cuddle you to sleep?”

“Hm… yeah.” 

A smile flashes over your face. That’s exactly the answer you have expected, and so you wrap your arms around him, carefully burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one traces invisible patterns on his back. “Sweet dreams, Leon.”

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[hearts-hunger]

big squeeze || josh kiszka x reader

Read on AO3 | Masterlist | Cabin Fever Masterlist

Summary: When you need a little extra love, Josh knows just the thing to help.

Pairings: Josh x Reader, Danny x Reader (platonic) | Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 1k | Warnings: mentions of family drama

A/N: Hi! Here's a little fluff for your evening! I hope you like it! ♡

“Oh, for the love.”

You rolled your eyes at the most recent text and turned your phone off, putting the argument out of sight but unfortunately not out of mind. You looked over at Josh and saw him studying your face with a bemused and mildly worried gaze.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He offered a smile. “Sam’s sending you memes again?”

You wished you could have coaxed out a laugh, but you couldn’t manage it. 

“Yeah, I wish.” You set your phone on the side table and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back further into the uncomfortable green room couch.

“Family shit,” you said after a moment, knowing Josh was hoping for an explanation. “It’s stupid. My family’s exhausting sometimes.”

His expression softened. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “No, thanks.” You glanced over and saw the notebook he had open on his lap, the pages covered in lyrics written in his messy scrawl, some of them crossed out, some of them with charming little doodles beside them.

“I shouldn’t have brought it up,” you said softly.

A frown tugged at his features. “Why not?”

You shrugged, embarrassed by the drama you still seemed to get roped up in with your family, wishing you could forget about it altogether and be fully present for your boys. They were doing a radio show in a little while, and they’d invited you and Sparrow to hang out at the studio. Sparrow and the rest of the guys were having a grand old time exploring the studio and raiding the snack bar; you’d gone off on your own to fight with your family over text, and Josh had come to share your couch keep you company even before he’d known what was wrong.

He closed his notebook. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

You ran a hand over your face. “I want to forget about it,” you said truthfully. “And I don’t want to bother you with stuff like this, especially when you’re working.”

“You’re never a bother, baby,” he reminded you gently. “You know that.”

All of a sudden, you felt like crying. “Thank you, Josh.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” He took your hand. “What can I do? I want to help.”

You breathed a mirthless laugh, not really surprised to feel a couple tears fall. “You can fix all my family’s trauma.”

His smile was wry and impossibly tender as he brushed his fingers over your cheek to dry your tears. 

“Something within my power to do, preferably,” he teased gently. “But I’ll certainly try if you want me to.”

You sighed and leaned into his touch. “I don’t know. I feel all... twisted up. Nervous.”

He gave a thoughtful hum. “I think I know something that can help.” He stood. “Are you okay with being touched?”

You nodded, a little bemused as you looked up at him. “Where are you going?”

He smiled. “To get something that’ll help.” He kissed your forehead. “Be right back.”

You watched him go, wondering what on earth he was going to get, wondering why he’d asked if you were okay with being touched only to leave right after. You resisted the urge to pick up your phone when it buzzed again, trying not to get dragged back into the tennis match of stupid texts.

A minute later, Josh came back into the room with Danny right behind him.

“Ta-da!” Josh said, proudly presenting his brother. “Instant serotonin.”

Danny looked you over with a bit of worry as you stood. “Josh said you needed a hug.”

Your heart wobbled. Your gentle giant Danny was famous for his bear hugs, and he was always generous with them when one of his friends needed a little extra love.

“I figured a hug would feel good,” Josh explained. “But I’m a small man, you know this. My hugs aren’t crushing with love. Danny can give you the whole weighted blanket effect.”

Your laugh was watery and tight with emotion. “Yeah, I mean, if...” You looked up at Danny, a little shy. “If you want to.”

He gave you a warm smile. “Come here, trouble.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and instantly felt his arms go around you with a broad, safe, secure affection. He squeezed you tight and gave a contented groan.

“Oh, there we go,” he said happily, rocking you side to side a little. “Big squeeze.”

You smiled to yourself, comfortably crushed against him, knowing without a doubt you were loved and cared for and wanted. You couldn’t help but relax some of the tension in your frame as Danny hugged you, totally safe for a few blissful moments wrapped in his arms.

When you felt a little jelly-legged and more relaxed than you’d felt all day, he gave you one last squeeze and let you go.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Thanks, Dan.”

He grinned and gave you a goofy kiss on the forehead. “You’re welcome. Come get me if you need another.”

He gave Josh a quick smooch on the cheek as he left. “Here. A little something for you, too.”

Josh giggled and playfully pushed Danny away. “You’re a nut, Daniel.”

You heard Danny laugh as he went to rejoin the rest of your friends, and you turned to your boyfriend with a grateful smile.

“Thank you for getting him, Josh.” Your friends were the most precious thing in the world to you next to him, and you were always thankful to be so loved and cared for by the people you loved most.

His smile was gentle. “You’re welcome, honey.” He came close and gave you a hug of his own, not as squeezy as Danny’s, but every bit as nice. You rested your head on his shoulder as he drew his hands up and down your back.

“Did it help?” he asked.

You nodded. He kissed your temple.

“I’m glad,” he said softly. “I knew it would. You needed a good squeeze, and our Danny’s very talented at it.”

“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was tight. You looked up at him. “How do you always know how to take care of me like you do?”

He smiled. “I love to learn how to love you,” he said simply. He laughed. “It's kind of like a hobby. Before we got together, I’d find out something that you liked and promise myself that I’d remember it, so that if I ever worked up the courage to tell you I loved you, I would know all the things that made you happy.”

You framed his beloved face with your hands. “You know you're at the top of that list, right?”

You felt his smile under your hands as you saw it light up his face.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” He kissed you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I love you very much.”

He hugged you again, and you rested against him. “I love you very much too.”

(i'll rb with tags later because i don't want to wrestle with tumblr right now djhjdhb)

[stellamancer]

gifts and promises (satoru gojo x reader)

notes: this is actually the full version of a series of blurbs i left on @shotorus's decotree for Christmas that i actually did not finish initially. uh. what else to say. i'll try and write bkg after i wake from a nap lmao. i hope everyone who celebrates is having a nice christmas!

wc: 1.2k

contains: gender neutral reader, mentions of food, eating and feeding other people, finger sucking

"Ta-da!" Gojo exclaims, holding up the cake box in his hand like it's treasure.

You stare at him blankly. "I thought you were bringing fried chicken."

"I said I was bringing Christmas food. So I got a cake."

You shake your head. To be honest, you’re not surprised, but you are a little disappointed. "No, Christmas food is chicken. you know, from KFC."

Gojo pouts as he sets down the cake box and opens it up. It’s a Christmas cake through and through— covered in whipped pure white topping with plump, red strawberries adorning the top. Nestled amongst the cream and berries is a little Santa shaped cookie with a little chocolate placard with the words ‘Merry Christmas’ written across it in elegant letters. You’ve seen this cake before— in the display case of one of the most expensive patisseries in Tokyo. Leave it to Gojo to buy an expensive Christmas cake. "So you don't want any?"

"It's not that,” you say, watching as he grabs a fork and only a fork, which makes his intentions clear in your eyes. “It's that you're bad at sharing cake."

"Not true. I plan to share it with you!"

"Do you?"

He grins and suddenly you realize that you might have mistaken his intentions entirely. This is not good.

"Come on," Gojo nearly sings, carelessly scooping some cake with the fork and presenting it to you. "Say 'ah~'"

You eye it warily, the bite of cake that he's got just for you sitting daintily on the prongs. Your gaze shifts toward Gojo and you look him dead in the eye as you respond. "No."

If that were enough to deter him then you'd never ask Santa for a gift ever again.

But it's not.

He merely pushes the fork closer to you, still grinning and you watch as some of the whipped topping oozes down the side. Wait too long and it'll make a mess.

But, it's only one bite, so you suppose you'll swallow your pride along with the cake and call it a gift for the most annoying man on earth.

You lean forward and eat the cake off Gojo's fork, making sure to look as slovenly as possible. It doesn't matter; Gojo is elated.

Wanting to stifle the gloating that's sure to come, you swipe one of the strawberries from the top of the cake and nearly shove it into his mouth, pressing the tip to his lips.

"Your turn," you hiss.

The fork, still in Gojo's grasp, slips between his fingers and clatters onto the table. The room goes completely silent, but you barely notice as Gojo's gaze is trained on you, his speechlessness a gift to the universe.

It's at this moment that you realize the gravity of what you're doing— what you’ve done. You'd only wanted to shut him up but to him and the world at large, it looks like you're feeding him.

Alarmed, you try to pull your hand back, but his fingers wrap tightly around your wrist as he takes the strawberry from you, lips brushing against your fingertips, his eyes still fixed on you.

This is too much.

Your brain goes offline and instinct automatically takes over— instinct being to just shove your fingers in his mouth.

It does not make things any better.

Gojo moans around your fingers and you are overcome with the intense and violent desire to take the rest of the cake and shove it in his face.

You don't.

Instead, you rip your hand from his grasp, and, without a word, stomp off to the bathroom to wash his icky germs off your hands. You scrub and scrub but you can't seem to rid yourself of the feeling of his tongue brushing against the pads of your fingers.

This is terrible, absolutely terrible.

Finally, you give up and exit the bathroom, only to find one Satoru Gojo waiting outside. When your eyes meet, he grins, triumphant.

"Did you have to..." you trail off; you don’t want to say it aloud.

"No, but I thought it'd be fun," he answers with a cheeky grin.

"I hope you know that I hate you."

"You don't mean that," Gojo laughs.

"Oh, but I do."

It's obvious Gojo doesn't believe you. That's fine. You don't care. You don't need him to.

You start to walk past him when he speaks up again, but this time his voice is oddly soft. "Hey, wait."

"What?" you glance back at him and for once, he's not looking at you, but at the ceiling. It’s odd; he looks almost shy in a boyish sort of way. It’s almost kind of cute. "What is it?"

Gojo's hands reach into his pockets and they shift around before pulling out a small package that fits in the palm of his hand. Your eyes widen. It looks like—

"...is that for me?" you ask dumbly.

"Who else would it be for?" Gojo responds and you're not sure if he sounds teasing or indignant.

You stare at him. "I... uh... but I didn't..."

He shrugs, and grins, looking back to normal. "Don't worry about it. Just bought it on a whim."

Something in you is doubtful but you don’t think too deeply about it. Gingerly, you take the gift from Gojo and he stares at you, looking expectant. You suppose it’s only correct to open it here in front of him and you tear apart the wrapping paper to find what looks like a vacuum packed black disc.

“...uh, thanks?” What the hell did he even give you?

Gojo laughs and you think he realizes your confusion. Possibly even revels in it. He lifts a hand and draws a line in the air with his finger— manipulating his cursed energy to cut the packing around the black disc. It puffs up immediately and you can’t help but stare. It looks less like a ball and more like a palm sized Satoru Gojo plush ball.

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s a stress ball.” Gojo explains. “Thought you might need one since you’re always so agitated.”

A sudden violent urge pulses through you and reflexively you squeeze tightly at the ball in your hand. Gojo grins, obviously pleased

“See! You’re using it already! I knew it would be a good gift!”

As much as you want to hurl the ball right at his stupid face, you restrain yourself. No matter who or what it is, it’s not polite to throw someone’s present back at them. Especially since you know he didn’t just buy this on a whim.

Through gritted teeth, you say, “Well, thanks…”

And then your expression shifts, schooling itself into something more somber when you realize. “...I don’t have anything for you, though.”

Gojo tilts his head and shrugs. “It’s fine. I don’t need anything.”

You frown. There’s little doubt in your mind that Gojo could have a need for anything, when it feels like he has the entire world at his fingertips, but—

“But,” he says slowly. “If you’re asking about what I might want, then just promise to get me something next year.”

There is something about the sound of his voice, a grander meaning interwoven in the promise he’s asking you to make. He’s asking you about next year, about the future, when you live a life where you cannot even promise tomorrow. Gojo knows that, and yet he’s asking, he’s wanting and—

“...I guess I can get you something,” you mumble softly.

He laughs and you wonder if he thinks that the promise is a gift in its own way. “Okay, deal.”

yes, gojo gave you a fuwakororin of himself. fucking loser.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Buck gives Eddie a ring camera - they have separate shifts, Chims trying to teach Eddie how to use it - connects to Bucks house where they hear and see him talking to his friends about a plan to get over Eddie an it starts that night (maybe bucks gonna fuck someone else or maybe he’s just got a date idk) que Eddie freaking out

Im never gonna write it so you’ll have to deal with this idea stuck in your head just like mine

Nonnie, how dare you (affectionate) 😁

I saw this at 8am. By 10am, I had the thing written. I don't know what possessed me. Hope this is something like what you had in mind! 🥰😘

Ta da! 🎉

Lost Control And Rang Your Bell 3k

"I can't lose him, Maddie." "Who says you will?" she asks. "I know him. I know what he'd do," Buck says. "He'd let me down easy, because he's just that good. He'd say we can still be friends, but it'll be awkward and weird, and I can't do that to him." "You don't even know how he feels," Maddie says. "You're taking his chance to tell you away from him." Jealousy curls around Eddie's chest like a climbing vine. Buck hasn't mentioned any new crushes. For a brief moment, Eddie thinks maybe he means Tommy, but they aren't friends, not really. Haven't stayed in touch since the ship. Unless Eddie just didn't know. "I have to," Buck says, his voice breaking. "Maybe we shouldn't be listening to this," Chim whispers, like they could actually hear him. Maddie speaks before Eddie has the chance to say anything. Chim, just as nosy, doesn't leave the app. (Or, Buck buys Eddie a Ring doorbell and Eddie overhears something he really shouldn't have).

Read on ao3

[ordinaryschmuck]

David Zaslav is on the phone as he enters his office.

David: It's nothing personal, it's just business. But don't worry, once another buyer offers eighty million, you'll have your property back. Okay? Okay. Goodbye, Mom. Love you.

He hangs up and notices a package left on his desk.

David: Huh. That's peculiar.

He walks over and sees that it's addressed to him. With a shrug, he opens it up.

*WHACK*!

And gets hits in the face with a springy boxing glove.

***

A burlap sack is ripped off David's head. He looks around and sees he's in a form of a warehouse, with the only light being the shining above him. In the shadows, he hears a crunch of somekind.

???: Eh, *tsk-tsk* What's up, Doc?

Out from the shadows comes Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Yosemite Sam, and even Foghorn Leghorn. They do NOT look happy.

David: Who...Who ARE you? WHAT are you?

Sam: OOOOOOOOOOOH!

He pulls out his guns.

Sam: Now I KNOW y'all didn't just say that you--

Bugs waves a hand in front of Sam.

Bugs: It's okay, Sammy Boy. Can't blame da poor, dumb, foolish suckah. (To David) Do ya know who Mickey Mouse is, Doc?

David: Is...that who you are?

Daffy: Doeth he look like a MOUTHE, you buffoon?!

Bugs: Daf. (To David) Mickey's the mascot of Disney, YOUR competitor. Fer bettah or woise, he represents da company. And to dis day is the backbone dat made Disney what it is. As for me and my compatriots, dat's who WE are for Warner Brudders.

David: I-I'm the CEO of Warner Brothers DISCOVERY.

Foghorn: Which is, I say, which is the result of merging with WARNER BROTHERS, ya dumb pig! No offense, Pork.

Porky: N-N-No-No-No offense taken.

Bugs: (To David) Ya see, Doc, we're da Looney Tunes. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Foghorn Leghorn, and Yosemite Sam. Ya see, while Walter was makin' the mouse dat would rule the world wid a goofy cartoon mouse that entertained the kiddies, we's was making some CLASS. Cartoons dat dee adults AND kids could appreciate, wid witty dialogue and cartoonish slapstick. Me and Daf, here? We made bank off a short where we discussed who got shot by Elmer Fudd, where da joke was ALWAYS Daffy getting hit.

Daffy: Took a lot of shotth to make that comedy gold. LIterally.

Bugs: And it worked. Wid a poifect simple premise dat people always remember, wid people going "Wabbit Season, Duck Season" to dis day. Dat's who we are, Doc...And ya messed it all up.

Sam: Ya messed with the WRONG pardners, Davie!

David: H-How? How did I mess with you?!

Bugs: Hey, don't feel too bad. Warner Brudders' have been messing wid us for years, but we always took it on the chin. Dey want us to do TWO basketball movies? Dey want us to get rid of Pepe Le Pew? Why not. He stunk anyway and we wanted him out for years. Dey want our iconic image for an animated sitcom? We did it. 'Cause we're da Looney Tunes. We can sell ANYTHING.

Porky: I-I-I actually l-l-li-lo-li-lo--Really enjoyed the sitcom.

Bugs: Okay, it can be argued dat da sitcom is criminally underrated, but dat's besides the point. What I'm getting at is dat we're willing ta sell anything just as long as we get some of dat green ourselves. But ya made a mistake, Doc. Ya see, you went after one of our own.

He makes a "come here" gesture, and both Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner come out from the shadows as well, with Road Runner comforting the Coyote.

Bugs: Pepe Le Pew is one thing. We understand that his sense of humor doesn't fit well wid dis day and age. But Wile? Oh brudder, why did ya have to mess wid him?

David: What did I do to him?!

Bugs: Coyote Vs. ACME. Ringin' any bells?

David: That...movie no one wants to buy?

Bugs: A movie ya overselled for a quick buck. A movie dat people worked night and day on. A movie written by James Gunn, yer golden boy who you have fixin' yer DC franchise.

Foghorn: Which is, I say, which is a whole DIFFERENT can a worms.

Bugs, ignoring him: A movie dat stars our very own Wile E. Coyote. A character who's toons and silly antics are timeless and, I'll admit, makes bank better than me. Wit no dialogue, just expressions and goofy signs, him and da Road Runner are characters where the possibility is limited by da power of imagination. And a movie where he sues ACME over their failed gadgets? Well, I'd watch that. Wouldn't you, boys?

The others all murmur in agreement.

David: Well, it might not make a profit--

Bug: Space Jam 2 made TWICE of what yer trying ta sell Wile's movie for. Ya would think that a man desperate to make money would release a film featuring their most iconic brand to get him MORE money. But, no, that's what a GOOD business man would do.

David: Please! I-It wasn't anything personal! I didn't even WATCH the movie!

The Tunes all stare at him.

Bugs: ...Ya didn't WATCH it?

David: N-No?

Bugs: You were willing to sell, shelve, and even DELETE a movie from existence because ya don't think it won't make a profit. Except ya nevah THOUGHT ta watch it yerself and make yer judgment?

David: ...Running a business is REALLY hard--

Bugs: You MAROON. You marooniest maroon that's ever marooned. I can't even comprehend how not only did you get yer job but how ya STILL have a job despite all da STOOPID decisions you've made in--How long has he been in charge?

Porky: A-A-A--Nearly t-two years, boss.

Bugs: TWO YEARS. Ya've been in charge for TWO YEARS and managed to cost da studio so much money that ya could compare it to da GREAT DEPRESSION! If Disney loses dat money, dey can make it back wid anothah Marvel movie or a live action remake of Moana! WE ain't Disney, Doc! We need every dime we get and we're losin' it because a YOU!

David: ...

Bugs: Honestly, we was initially thinkin' a beatin' the snot out a yous and leaking da movie to da public. But now? Woof. NOW I know yer as dumb as an animal. And an animal needs to be treated as an animal.

He pulls out a dog whistle and gives it a blow. Within seconds, a small, brown tornado bursts through a wall in the warehouse and zooms over to the group, stopping its spin to reveal The Tasmanian Devil.

Bugs: Have ya heard of the Tasmanian Devil, David? Who am I kidding, of COURSE ya haven't. Well, let's just say that he'd be happy to meet you.

Taz looks at David, licks his lips, and starts jumping for joy as he heads over to him.

David: No. No! NOOOOOOOOOOOO--

***

David stands before a press conference, clothes torn up and his body bandaged.

David: I am now announcing that I'm stepping down as CEO of Warner Brothers Discovery...And as my last act, I will release Coyote Vs. ACME to the public.

Reporter: And are you going to release Batgirl too?

David: Well, no, that movie's unreleasable--

A batarang lands in front of him.

David: ...Batgirl and Coyote Vs. ACME. Both coming soon...to a theater or streaming service near you.

[stranger-rants]

@disco-deviant

I’ve thought of this, but in terms of years… with a little rearranging of what’s given when. Here’s Part I of II. I’ll be posting the second part tomorrow.

March 29, 1985

Billy turns 18. It’s a Friday. Steve leaves a box of earrings in his locker. Tucked inside is a note that says “you know who” written in chicken scratch with a crude smiley face.

Steve is big on grand gestures, but this thing is new between them and he doesn’t want to scare Billy off. It’s mostly just make out sessions and sloppy handjobs to chase away the loneliness. He found out through the grapevine that it would be Billy’s birthday soon. He saw the earrings in a shop, and he knew they’d look good on Billy. So of course he bought them.

When Billy arrives on his doorstep later that night, golden feather dangling from his ear, Steve pulls him in by the waist. Says, “Fuck, you look so good birthday boy.”

Billy leans in, breath ghosting over Steve’s lips. Asks, “These earrings for me or for you?”

March 29th 1986

Billy turns 19. It’s a Saturday. Billy has spent months in recovery - multiple surgeries, physical therapy, counseling. Steve’s trying to be a good… boyfriend? Lover? Friend? He’s not sure. Billy’s been mentally miles away. Says little. Jolts, sometimes, in response to touch. Still.

Billy hasn’t worn his medallion in a while. He can’t. It was ripped off of him when the EMTs were trying to stabilize him, and put in a small zip locked plastic bag for safe keeping. The chain was irreparably broken, and the medallion was covered in blood.

Whenever Steve visited him in the hospital, he’d notice Billy absent-mindedly touch his chest. At first, he thought it was a self conscious reaction to his scars, but over time he saw that Billy would always touch the exact spot where the medallion used to hang as if feeling it’s phantom presence and his heart would break when he realized it wasn’t there. Steve knew then what he had to do.

He gets the medallion cleaned and polished, and a pretty gold chain to hang it on. Billy cries when he sees it. Begs Steve to help him put it on, and Steve nods, “Yes, of course.”

March 29th 1987

Billy turns 20. It’s a Sunday. Billy officially moved in with Steve a few months ago with the few items he had from his old bedroom. An old couch they should probably kick to the curb. A dusty stereo that takes up way too much space. And then there’s the wooden crates which double as storage and a flat surface for his makeshift vanity, cluttered with colognes and hair spray.

Steve wants him to feel comfortable in his home - their home, but everything Billy brings with him screams “making do” when they could easily do better.

So, Steve devises a plan to refurbish an old dresser-vanity he found at good will. It’s not something he’s done before, but he was decent in shop class so he thinks he can figure it out. How hard could it be?

It’s a pain in the ass as it turns out, but well worth Billy’s reaction. He guides Billy into their bedroom with his hands over Billy’s eyes. “Ta-da!” Steve says, pulling his hands away. Billy spends a good few seconds in shock. Then he’s shoving Steve’s dorky ass against the edge of the vanity, furiously kissing him.

March 29th 1988

Billy turns 21. It’s a Tuesday.

Billy’s made so much progress over the past few years, but intimacy… that’s an ongoing struggle. Steve can’t know what it was like. Having that thing living inside Billy. Billy spends a lot of time in front of the vanity, not out of vanity itself but in a way trying to get reacquainted with his own body.

For a person who stares at himself so much when he thinks Steve isn’t looking, Billy doesn’t seem to want to be seen when they make love. He insists on keeping the lights off and keeping his torso covered. When Steve’s hands wander up and under his shirt seeking out his chest, Billy repositions his hands on his thighs instead… which he loves, but Steve can’t help the fact he’s always been a boobs guy.

“Don’t have to do that, y’know…” Billy mutters late one night when they’re curled up.

“Do what?”

“I… I know it looks bad,” Billy sighs, “you don’t have to make me feel better about it.”

Steve’s heart breaks in two. He’s not sure what to say.

“Do you not want me to touch you there?”

“You don’t have to.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Steve says, “I asked if you don’t want me to touch you there, because I love this part of you but if you don’t like it then-”

“I like it! …I like it, but it’s not…”

Steve rolls Billy onto his back, stopping him from his rambling of self loathing.

“Then let me love you the way we both want me to love you.”

For Billy’s birthday, Steve buys him a silky red button down shirt and an expensive cologne that he sets down on Billy’s vanity. Billy wears them both to their dinner date, keeping every button buttoned except for the very top one not loving the feeling of a tight collar around his neck. When they fall into bed that night, Steve inhales the ocean scent of the new cologne on Billy’s neck and works his way down kissing his chest.

“This okay?”

Steve unbuttons the next button slowly.

Billy nods. Nervous, but he takes a deep breath.

Steve unbuttons the next one. Then the next, leaving a trail of kisses over his scars. Billy’s body shivers and his nipples perk up underneath the silky fabric of the shirt. Steve can’t wait to get his mouth on them. Show Billy just how much he loves his body. How he will always love his body.

[bradshawsbaby]

Honeymoon Shopping

Pairing: Rooster x Fiancee!Reader

Author’s Note: Based on this sweet little Anon request!

If you squint and read carefully, you might catch a little wink to one of Miles’ other films, Bleed For This.

Warnings: Super fluffy fluff and the tiniest of suggestive themes.

“Oh, baby, look at this!” Rooster called out to you over several racks of clothing, holding up quite possibly the ugliest sundress you had ever seen in your life. It looked like a cross between a tablecloth and a mumu your grandmother would wear. “Just what you were looking for!” he grinned, waving it in the air proudly.

You covered your mouth as you laughed, not wanting to offend anyone in the store who may be seriously considering that horrifying ensemble.

For the past couple hours, you and Rooster had been perusing clothing rack after clothing rack at the mall, doing some last minute shopping in preparation for your honeymoon. Your wedding was just over two weeks away, and you were leaving for Hawaii the day after. You were hoping to pick up some new bathing suits and dresses that you could pack for the special occasion.

Over time, however, the shopping excursion had devolved into a silly little game between you and your fiance. Instead of seeking out serious items, the two of you had made it your mission to pick out the ugliest, most ridiculous articles of clothing you could find for each other. The dress Rooster was currently holding up had to be the worst by far.

“I don’t know, babe,” you replied, biting back another burst of laughter. “I don’t want to go making everyone else on the island jealous. Might attract too much attention, you know?” you teased.

Rooster grinned at that, putting the dress back on the rack and walking over to where you stood, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to the edge of your jawline, just under your ear. “You could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still attract attention, honey,” he murmured with a wink.

You flushed pleasantly at that, grinning. As you flipped through the shirts on the rack in front of you, you couldn’t help but laugh when you happened upon a truly heinous Hawaiian shirt, decorated with flowers and the creepiest looking fish you had ever seen.

“Need another or do you think you’re covered?” you joked, holding it up for Rooster to inspect.

“It hurts me that you would even think of putting this thing in the same league as my collection,” Rooster replied, feigning woundedness as he put a hand over his heart.

“Oh, I’m very sorry,” you grinned, standing on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll forgive you this once,” Rooster chuckled, slipping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you began wandering towards the swimsuit section of the department store. Though you were having a winter wedding, thankfully swimsuits were a year-round commodity in California.

“That one just has your name written all over it, baby,” Rooster whispered against your ear, pointing to a mannequin wearing a lime green mesh bikini with massive, tacky silver rings hanging off the waistband.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you nodded with a straight face, as if seriously considering it. “It would definitely be a good insurance policy. The sharks and stingrays will stay clear of us so long as I’m in that eyesore,” you added with a grin and a playful nudge to his side.

“Just looking out for you, baby girl,” Rooster laughed, stepping over to a rack that held a wide array of colorful bathing suits.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll find something perfect for you,” you told him, walking over to the men’s section. You sifted through several different fairly standard designs until your eyes alighted on the single greatest thing you had ever seen in your life. “Babe, I’ve got one!” you called out, snatching it up and hurrying over to where your fiance was standing. “Ta da!” you announced, holding it up.

Rooster nearly fell over from laughing, a few of the sales clerks shooting you both strange looks as the two of you descended into a fit of hysterical laughter.

“What? You don’t like it?” you managed to get out between giggles, smiling at the look of lighthearted humor on his face.

“I mean, how could I not?” Rooster asked, taking the swimsuit, if it could even be called that, from your hands and holding it up to his waist. That only made the two of you laugh harder.

It was the tiniest speedo you had ever seen. Not only that, but it was also stamped in a leopard print design, making it truly one of the most horrifying bathing suits either of you had ever beheld.

“I don’t know, babe, I think it would look good on you,” you said, quirking a playful brow. “Sure you don’t want to try it on?”

“Hmm,” Rooster considered for a moment, then turned a mischievous smile on you. “How about we agree that I’ll try this on if you try this on,” he said, snatching up the tiniest bikini you had ever seen in your life. You were pretty sure you had seen dental floss thicker than the strings holding that thing together.

“Oh, yeah?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before whispering, “I’ve heard they’ve got pretty big dressing rooms.” He laughed as your cheeks turned red and added, “I love that blush of yours, baby.”

“Hmm, I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal,” you smiled, snatching the tiny bikini out of his hands and burying it underneath the other clothing you intended to try on. You snatched the speedo up as well and added it to the pile.

“Remind me to come shopping with you more often,” Rooster grinned, the both of you laughing like fools as you made your way to the dressing room.

[moomoo-222]

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖introductionssss!!! ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

hi everybody! i've been lurking for awhile but haven't made any posts or anything. you can call me moomoo! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

{two ground rules: #1 i refuse to interact with NSFW/explicit content, so if that's your thing, i'll give you a friendly wave from a distance! you do you, boo. #2 i won't tolerate racism or discrimination of any kind towards anyone! ta-da.}

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Here's some ~lore~ about me:

❀ i'm from canada; i'm currently a (thriving?) nursing student! i'm engaged to my highschool sweetheart and i like to live a chill life.

❀ i like to play video games, read, and draw in my spare time to relax. i don't always have as much time or morale as i would like to read and draw, but they're hobbies that will always be near and dear to me.

❀ my favorite video games are (pre-switch) pokémon, stardew valley, story of seasons, luigi's mansion, minecraft, mariokart, and animal crossing (new leaf and horizons). had a super intense tomodachi life phase back in the day, but i don't play anymore lol.

❀ my favorite anime of all time is library wars! pretty niche, so if you also like it, please make yourself known! :P

❀ lifelong star wars fan! my favorite movie is episode V.

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i want to start posting some art as well; that'll be over on my other blog that's written in my description, moo-moo-does-art-222. might not be super consistent over there as i'm always busy, but it'll be a vibe! i may also link my fanfiction i'm working on over there.

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[muaka-safari]

Idk if I've ever written a proper post on a theory I have on how gender works in the Matoran universe, but tumblr can't seem to find it, so I'm gonna assume I haven't

Anyway, my theory is their pronouns have nothing to do with what we perceive as gender, but instead are based on spiritual importance

A breakdown:

Ga-Metru is the favoured metru of Mata Nui. Now, idk if it was considered favoured before the Great Temple was built and thus was the chosen location, or if the Great Temple was built and then Ga-Metru came to be considered favoured by association of harbouring a holy place

(Given the Great Temple's role of purifying protodermis, personally I think it was built in Ga-Metru originally because it needed a lot of "water" and then Ga-Metru became favoured by default, but that's just my personal theory)

So now there is a subset of Matoran who are considered spiritually closer to Mata Nui than the rest – they work in the temple, their homes and building are similar to the temple, etc – and there pops up a need/desire to differentiate when addressing them

The Matoran were not programmed with a concept of gender, and "he/him" are their default pronouns (in the same way ships are she/her). Similarly "brother" is a term of trust/respect, also divorced from gender

However: now they need a term of trust/respect that identifies Ga-Matoran as a more spiritual kind, the same way you have "reverend" or "captain" as titles that infer a particular kind of respect – simply "brother" isn't gonna cut it

In their programming somewhere is the understanding that "sister" is a title on par with "brother". Again, no relation to gender, just the knowledge it's a term opposite to brother

Thing is, the term "sister" is also programmed with its own pronouns (she/her) so Ga-Matorans become referred to as she/her as well as sister, as a way of showing respect for being in Mata Nui's favourite metu

Ta da: Matoran now how have accidentally ungendered gendered pronouns

(Note: I'm not too familar with the story beyond the return to Metru Nui, and I vaguely know that Av-Matoran can be either "gender" (as far as gender goes) but I reckon that can be explained by their being the first matoran to be built)

[xxcatzladyxx]

Demon Slayer Advent Calendar | Day Ten | Tengen x Reader | Perverted cookies

Written by me!

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"Tengen, are you finished with the cookies? I'd like to surprise the others with them before the sun goes down. Otherwise they'll think a demon is knocking on their door. And I'd hate to have a katana blade on my neck," you shout from the hallway to Tengen in the kitchen. You wanted to give the other pillars a little surprise. In the form of home-baked cookies. Tengen didn't miss the opportunity and took the work upon himself. If anyone in the Uzui household was a perfectionist, it was Tengen himself. He greatly appreciated the cooking skills of you and his other three wives, but he wouldn't allow anyone else but himself to bake these sweet pastries.

"Tengen?" Your legs led you into the kitchen when you received no answer. The tall man stood with his back turned to you. "Please don't tell me you're not done with the cookies yet!" You tried to catch a glimpse of what Tengen was actually doing. However, he was far too broad. Your eyes only caught sight of his muscles. That was also a nice sight, but not your goal.

"Ta-da!!!" Tengen turned to you with a jerk. You startled slightly and flinched briefly. He presented you with his work on a white porcelain plate. All the color drained from your face. Your features had also packed their bags and left.

"You can't be serious!" you hissed out between clenched teeth. You had imagined normal cookies. A star or a Christmas tree. And what was held up to your face? You weren't even dared to say it. In front of your eyes were cookies shaped like...penises! "Aren't they shiny and glittery?" your husband asked you. You stroked your face with one hand. You had to calm down before you erupted like a volcano. "Do you want to take me in your arms?" "I'd love to later, baby."

The cookies came in a wide variety of lengths and shapes. True to detail. With everything that went with them. You also noticed an all-too-familiar liquid in the form of icing. "You really didn't let yourself get carried away, I see" Your one eye started to twitch. "Anyone can bake lame cookies. Mine are all shiny and glamorous," Tengen said proudly.

"Tengen?"

"Yes?"

"They're penises!"

"So what?"

"You can't give that to others, can you?"

"Why not?"

"What are they supposed to think of us?"

"That we're just as shiny and glamorous as these cookies."

~*~

By the time you had packed the cookies neatly into bags and decorated them with a bow, you had calmed down again. You had become friends with the cookies and were now taking it with humor. After all, you knew your husband and it was to be expected from him. Tengen is the wrong place for normal cookies. His have to be extravagant. Just like him. The two of you made your way to the other pillars while Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru prepared dinner.

Your first port of call was the pillar of wind. You knocked on his door with hesitation. You could practically picture his reaction in your head. "What is it?" he asked as he pulled the door wide open. "We've got a bag of cookies for you!" You pressed it directly to his chest and stepped a good distance away from him. He took the packet and you inspected it. There was a brief silence.

"THAT'S NOT ARE CHRISTMAS COOKIES!!!", his roar could be heard halfway across the neighborhood. Some of the townspeople looked at him askance. His other comrades like Kyojuro and Mitsuri thought it was funny. What else could they have hoped for with these two sweet tooths? The main thing was something to eat. That was their motto. Tanjiro, polite as he was, bowed his thanks for the baked goods. His head nevertheless took on the color of a tomato and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Zenitsu was sad that they weren't cookies that looked like breasts. What's more, he stared at your cleavage. You were just as busty as the rest of the women in the sound pillar. And Tengen didn't like the blonde's lecherous look at all. He didn't hesitate for long and without further ado, he smacked the younger man. "Now you've probably got no teeth left in your mouth. Now you can suck the cookies," Tengen said to him and dragged you away from the creep. The idea turned your cheeks a soft pink. With the unusual shape of the cookies, the whole thing would look a bit strange.

~*~

Every pillar and the trio around Tanjiro were now supplied with cookies. Tengen, his other wives and you had eaten for dinner. The three of them had already gone to bed and only the white-haired man and you remained. You sat on the couch with him. While you calmly read your book and enjoyed your husband's cookies in between, he stared at you with wide eyes like plates. He must have been excited by the way you nibbled on the biscuits. After all, they looked like little penises. And Tengen, dirty as he was, imagined something else than just nibbling on cookies.

"Wouldn't you rather have the original?" he asked you cheekily. You spat out the tea you had just sipped. "Tengen, you pig!" you managed to get out between coughs. "I know you want it too!". He obviously wanted to eat you out. In response, you threw a pillow in his face and turned your attention back to the book. Provocatively, you continued to eat the cookies until Tengen had had enough and took the book away from you and laid you on your back.