#a good meal is absolutely worth ruining make up for

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[teymars]

NSFW hc’s for the Sully men bc I am bored:

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General:

• They are each EXTREMELY fertile, pregnancy is almost inescapable when you’re with one of these boys.

• On top of being very fertile, they enjoy breeding their women more than anything, so cock-warming is a nonnegotiable.

• They have great stamina, allowing them to go round after round, ensuring they “fuck you properly”.

• They aren’t particularly vocal, (unless overstimulated) but the growling, grunting and whimpering in your ear never ceases.

• Major pleasure doms fs

• Think with their dicks more than anything (specifically Jake and Lo’ak)

• They enjoy scenting and marking their women in every way possible, even if it’s just leaving you full of leaking cum, to fend off other interested men.

Jake:

• He will happily be late to any of his duties if it means an opportunity to fuck you full.

• Is especially sensitive about you touching his jewels, the feeling of them swelling within your small grasp always has him keening.

• Won’t admit it aloud but he’s totally came untouched to the thought of you in lingerie, giving him a lap-dance.

• Hates when you hide your noises from him, he doesn’t give two shits if somebody is standing 5ft away, let them know you’re his.

• Likes to fuck around by grinding against you in public, not so subtly. He has no regrets when you’re all needy and wet for him by the evening.

• Enjoys littering your inner thighs with deep-purple marks, secretly hoping they are noticeable to other people later on.

• Uses his old camera to create some fun videos with you, mainly so he can fuck into his own fist whilst you’re busy.

• Craves nights where you beg him to be rough, sure he enjoys making slow tender love to you, but being able to use you as he pleases always excites.

Neteyam:

• Is a huge family guy, consistently keeping you bred and arguing that his heart will never be full enough of you and your ever-growing family.

• Prefers your muffled moans and gasps, he’d rather be the only man in the universe to hear such sounds from you, he can prove you are all his in so many other ways after all.

• He is always in favour of doggy-style. He’d never pass up the chance to mount and rut into you with all the energy he has. Simultaneously pushing your head into the cushions of your shared bed.

• He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings, accompanied by licking your hot pulse-point, hoping to encourage copious amounts of slick from you to aid in his relentless pounding.

• Absolutely has a dick and tongue piercing. Though he may be a bit ashamed by his past foolishness, he soon figures the endless orgasms they produce from you are quite worth it.

• If he isn’t thinking tactically or about what his next meal will be (probably you), he’s planning all the positions he will put you in throughout the night.

• Gets especially needy in the mornings, often waking you up with the prodding of his swollen cock-head, at your already soaked entrance.

• Is especially sensitive on his tip, the way your walls squeeze and slide over it have him near cumming on the spot each time. When it pushes against the textures of your cervix though, he dives over the edge practically every time. (Good thing he’s got that endless stamina)

Bonus: • Will lazily thrust into you throughout the early morning, coaxing both your orgasms slowly before thrusting forward abruptly and emptying every last drop into your aching cunt, remaining there until he is 110% certain you’ll be giving him another child to cherish.

Lo’ak:

• Loves to sit and watch you fuck yourself with your fingers all evening, smirking consistently because he KNOWS his cock has ruined you for anything & anyone else.

• Will comfortably have a conversation with any family member over the comm devices, while fully sheathed inside your warmth.

• Will attempt to breed you anywhere, anytime regardless of who is around. That man has his priorities set fs.

• Fucking creams himself when you openly submit to him, wether it be through a suggestive “yes sir” or spreading yourself open upon your shared bed, ready for him.

• Bites onto your shoulder to muffle his increasing moans when your soft pussy becomes too much for him. The feeling of his cock’s ridges hooking into your wet walls only intensifying this.

• Most sensitive at his slit, the second you tease your delicate fingers or hot tongue along it, he is gone. His hips will be jolting as he fights to hold back an orgasm, succumbing to the tantalising feeling of your pinkie-finger pushing into his tiny slit, teasing him.

• Secretly wants nipple piercings but would never express that openly, he fears what will become of him the day you realise how stimulated his tits can get. Sticks to ear piercings instead and is yet to grasp how Neteyam dealt with the pain of piercing his own cock.

• Also unlike Neteyam, he is not as fussed about ensuring his bloodline carries on through the next 20 generations, BUT he does take pride in having a family with you and will never refuse breeding you so long as you’ll let him.

And that’s all, feel free to speak on any of your own hc’s!! 🩵

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Sam Winchester x plus size reader

Truth serum plus hidden feelings and a major amount of lust for your best friend is bound to end well

Warnings: truth serum, reader is hornee, implied smut, size kink, Sam is taller than the reader, explicit thoughts, mutual pining, mentions of a hunt

WC: 1.1k

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Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Falling in love with Sam had been easy- not only was he stupidly handsome with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and a killer body, but he was kind and he was smart. He loved with his whole soul and would do anything for anyone, even after all the shit he had been through. 

What hadn’t been easy, however, was just how horny you got every time you even thought of the giant hunter let alone be around him. If he was tracing lines in a book to keep his place, you thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of you. If he was working out, you wondered if he would make those same noises in bed. And worst of all was when he was talking animatedly about something, his entire body came alive with passion and excitement. His eyes sparkled and his smile was always huge. And yet all you could think about was having his face between your thick thighs, talking into your cunt as he feasted. 

Needless to say, you had absolutely destroyed your scant collection of toys and taken more cold showers than warm. Eventually, you had to reach your breaking point.

It had been a witch hunt in Arkansas that went slightly wrong. People all around town were suddenly compelled to tell everyone around them their darkest secrets, ruining their lives in the process. It was a pretty simple cut and dry witch who had some vendetta against liars so she was forcing everyone to tell the truth. You and Jody picked up the hunt as some kind of demented girl’s trip and it mostly went off without a hitch. At least until the witch got you with a truth spell right before the sheriff dropped her.

You had arrived back home with your mouth practically sewn shut in an attempt to keep yourself from telling the boys your innermost thoughts until the spell wore off (which Jody assured you that it would be a couple days at most). Claire and Alex already had their fun asking you questions that you could no longer lie in response to, leading to them learning why there’s a bottle of deluded bleach and air freshener in the back of the Impala and the ‘no tequila after midnight’ rule. 

Dean quickly discovered your ailment after you bluntly told him that his new orange flannel and grown out hair made him look like an oversized carrot, and he was determined to break you. But unfortunately for him, you were a hell of a lot smarter than him and could find ways to easily distract him.

You and Dean sat across from each other at the library table, eyes locked to each other as you both desperately tried not to blink. A game born out of desperation not to reveal your darkest secrets and childish rivalry but with a month’s worth of laundry on the line, the game was a matter of life or death. Your eyes burned as you struggled to keep them open but you refused to back down now, especially when Dean’s face had begun to turn red with the strain, you knew he was close to breaking.

Then, disaster struck. Right as his eyelids began to twitch with the need to blink, Sam walked into the library wearing a tight white shirt and grey sweatpants and obviously not wearing briefs. Immediately your mouth went dry as your concentration was broken. You didn’t even hear Dean cheer that he won, you just kept looking at his  brother who was now browsing the many shelves for something to read.

Dean rubbed at his eyes while glancing at his younger brother before sarcastically remarking. “Looking good Sammy.” Sam responded with a scoff, returning to his search and letting you get a glimpse of his perky backside.

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, spilling out of your dirty mind like an unstoppable river. “Goddamn, how about you bring that perfect ass over here and I’ll tell you how I can make you look even better.” Everyone froze, including you, and then you opened your mouth again. “You’d look hotter with me sitting on your face.”

Silence settled over the bunker, your veins filled with dread. “Oh god please ignore that I said that- well actually, I don’t want you to ignore it. I really do want to sit on your face but right now I really want to throw myself off a cliff. So I think I’m gonna go do that. Have a nice life boys.” You went to slip from your chair but suddenly your wide hips were pinned to the edge of the table but two huge hands.

Sam loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked down at you. “Now why would you go and do that when we could test your little theory.” Your breath caught in your throat. He dipped down, bringing his face to yours until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips. 

“I-“ You stammered. Wetness pooled between your thighs as he stepped even closer, pressing his hardening cock to your soft body. 

“Oh what is it baby? Can’t speak anymore? Don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop making sounds when my mouth is on your cunt.” He growled into your ear.

Neither you nor Sam noticed when Dean sprung to his feet and ran off into the depths of the bunker to escape the very obvious tension on the brink of exploding between you. Your fingers tentatively curled into his shirt, making his smile grow. “That’s a good girl, now how about you go to my room and get undressed. I wanna see if you get even more beautiful when you’re on top of me.” 

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Sam had always found you incredibly intoxicating but even more so now. You were dead asleep on his chest, your breaths even as you slumbered on. Sam took pride in your exhaustion considering he was the cause. He gently stroked the soft skin of your hip, tracing over the texture of your stretch marks delicately as to not wake you. 

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling closer to his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and with a great amount of care, slipped from your hold. You stirred only for a moment before settling once more. He dressed quietly and slipped out of his room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen drawing him in like a siren. “Morning.” He muttered as he wandered in, shooting his brother a glance. Dean nodded at him from his place at the small table, drinking his coffee silently.

As Sam poured two mugs of the bitter drink, he spoke again. “She was right, you know.” Dean hummed and looked up at him curiously. “I do look better when she sits on my face.”

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✺ (1/4) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: switch — 765 words (mild nsfw, trans Reg; inappropriate secret activities at the brunch table)

James is pushing his luck at this point, and he knows it. Can’t help it, really. The heat in Regulus’ cheeks never fully gets the chance to fade, no matter how long a break he gives him, and it’s worth it. Fuck, it’s so worth it. He’ll deal with whatever turnaround he’s got coming to him later, because this? Oh, James is riding this high for as long as he fucking can.

The tiny little remote sits in the curl of his palm, tucked beneath the brunch table. It weighs less than his phone, about as big as his thumb, at best, and yet the power he wields with it is otherworldly. 

A small red switch that clicks on and off, a plus button and a minus button beneath it to control the intensity of vibrations —it’s all he really needs. He’s been messing with it in starts and stops for the last hour, knowing full well that while he absently fidgets with the buttons and switch, Regulus is squirming one seat down across the table, absolutely ruining that vibrating g-string James got him for Christmas.

It’s been a little while since James last clicked it on, giving Regulus the opportunity to eat his food without the threat of accidentally inhaling a bit of french toast and truly calling more attention to himself —James is courteous like that. Now that they’ve all settled into chatting over coffee and mimosas, winding down after finishing up their meals, though, it feels like as good a time as any.

The setting was left on the lowest it could be last he turned the switch off, but James still doesn’t miss the way that Regulus flinches out of the corner of his eye when he clicks it back on again now, not expecting it after the extended reprieve. James glances away from where Sirius and Remus are chattering back and forth about wedding details to where Regulus sits between Barty and Dorcas.

He’s not even a little surprised to find a glare already fixed on him.

Feigning innocence, James pulls his lip between his teeth, bats his eyelashes. Presses the plus button three times in rapid succession. It’s too much too quickly when James knows that Regulus is already oversensitive, undoubtedly uncomfortably slick and swollen where he rubs his thighs together and shifts in his chair for some modicum of relief from the teasing his clit’s been subjected to since they sat down.

Another click of the plus button and Regulus’ hand comes down on the edge of the table harshly, rattling glasses and silverware, grip white-knuckled. Dorcas startles out of her conversation with Lily and Pandora across the table to look at him in concern but Regulus only waves her off with his free hand. Sirius’ head whips in his brother’s direction, dark brows pinching together when he catches the flush burning in Regulus’ cheeks, spilling over the edges of sharp jawline and down the sides of his neck.

“Alright, Reggie?” He calls.

“I’m fine,” Regulus hisses through his teeth. He catches his own strained tone and lets out a vaguely hysterical sounding laugh, making a rushed grab for the last of his mimosa in front of him. He downs the couple gulps in a hurry then breathes in deeply through his nose. “Another round?”

Sirius, bless him, thinks nothing of it, merely agrees and waves down their waitress —Regulus doesn’t drink in excess often, this could just be written off as a little too much too early in the day, weird as it may seem. No reason to suspect anything nefarious is going on anyway. Not like Regulus and James are running about advertising the things they get up to. Even though all of their friends know they’re together and have a bad habit of making that fact everyone else’s problem in some way or another.

Barty snorts beside Regulus, straight across the table from James, and catches his eye; doesn’t seem to miss a thing, Barty Crouch Jr., no matter how often he leads others to believe he does. He looks back at James with one brow arched upward, dark eyes dangerously knowing, lips quirked at the edges where he sips at a glass that’s straight champagne more than a mixed drink.

“Buzzing this morning, aren’t we, Reg?” Barty mutters, just loud enough for the two people it’s intended for.

James clicks the remote’s switch back to off instantly. Despite the soft whimper that escapes past Regulus’ clenched teeth, there’s still a positively murderous glower shot James’ way.

Oh, he is so fucked later. James can’t wait.

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Kinktober Day 14- Succubus/Incubus

Pairings: Incubus!Yeonjun x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Lots of endearing pet names, corruption kink, minor stalking, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, first-time, unprotected sex, creampie.

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He had never come across anyone like you before. To him you were perfect. Gentle, sweet, caring, beautiful. Your smell intoxicated him and that is why he knew that he had to have you. You were his untainted angel and he'd be damned if he was not the first one to ruin you. Even just imagining it had his hunger growing. He wanted to see for himself how much more beautiful you'd look on your knees for him with saliva running down your face. Or even better how you'd sound calling out his name from beneath him as he brought you to your very first climax. It was so rare for him to find a woman this beautiful who had stayed pure for this long. He's not just talking about sex he means you are entirely pure never having even touched yourself. He could sense it.

He had caught scent of you one day in a local coffee shop. He goes there often to hunt for his meals. A bar or club would be easier but he liked the chase and more importantly, the energy that comes off a drunken one-night stand is not nearly as satisfying as the energy of passionate nights with someone he has carefully cultivated. His method was simple, at least it was to him, he would find someone at the coffee shop, follow them home, and then spend the next few weeks using his powers to slip into their dreams. He would be whatever they wanted, he would pleasure them, tempt them. Then, he would stage a run-in with them and they'd recognize the man of their dreams and he'd know just what to do to be able to get them home and let him in their bed. When he is finished and he has been thoroughly satisfied he erases all traces of him except the dreams. Even then they can never remember the face but they remember the great pleasure he brought.

That was his plan with you except when he realized that you were so pure he wanted so much more with you. So, he changed his usual routine slightly. He started a friendship with you that all started with an "accidentally" spilled coffee and some good conversation. This was going to be a longer play but he knew it'd be oh-so worth it in the end. After a few months, he began entering your dreams. He kept them sweet at first making you think that perhaps you were starting to develop feelings for your new friend. Then, he would reinact something from the dream in person for example bringing you your favorite flowers just because. This went on for another month or so and then he upped his game. He knew you were a fan of fantasy worlds so he came up with a plan to give you a recurring dream. All he did was place you into his world it was lush and green with the purest waters and exotic plants. You would wander around until you found yourself in a cave that had a pink liquid that ran like some sort of honey or syrup. That is where you would find Yeonjun looking absolutely ethereal. You already knew he was amazingly attractive and maybe that was part of the reason why you thought of him so often, but the way he looked now was different. In this dream, he led you around and showed you all the beautiful things and then he would kiss you passionately. The kiss of passion would lead to more. Gentle touches, bodies melding together, the feeling of great pleasure, and then right before the big climax of it all you would wake up. You woke up feeling hot and sweating. You had never felt like that before and you wanted more. This went on for a week before you decided to call Yeonjun over. You hoped that he would not be scared away when you told him about your dream.

This, however, is what he had been planning for. So, when you called him over and told him about your dream he had no plans of running away. He simply said, "Oh, darling if it's troubling you that much I can fix that."

"How? Yeonjun, what if it's bad I don't know what I am doing I have never done this before," you whined. It was music to his ears you were practically begging him to ruin you.

He grinned and stroked your face saying, "You have nothing to worry about my sweet angel I can teach you." With that, he leaned in to kiss you. It was soft but full of desire. He wanted you, no, he needed you badly and the way you shivered beneath his hands that squeezed at your hips he knew you needed him too. His kisses moved down to your neck nipping and licking at your most sensitive areas. His hands moved down to grope at your ass underneath your skirt.

"Ah, Yeonjun that feels so good. I-I want to make you feel good too. Teach me how," you begged. He could smell your arousal and it took everything in him to continue taking his time with you.

"How could I say no when my sweet asks me so nicely like that. Come kneel in front of me and I will teach you how to make me feel good," he said. When you were kneeling before him he slid his black pants and underwear down revealing to you his cock. You had never seen one before but you were pretty sure his had to be the most beautiful. It was long and thick and red and it instinctively made your mouth water.

"Come my pet," Yeonjun said sweetly, "Here is what you do. You're going to wrap your pretty little mouth around this. Make sure to be careful with your teeth and bob your head up and down. Think of it like eating a really yummy popsicle. If you can't take it all you just use your hands to reach the rest. Why don't you practice a little on my fingers." He put two of his fingers to your mouth for you to practice on. You took his digits into your mouth sucking them and running your tongue along them.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth using the leftover saliva on them to pump his dick, "Fuck baby, if you do that on my cock I am not sure I will be able to last. Let's find out huh?" He helps guide your head to his dick. You gladly took him in your mouth and did your best to take as much of him as you could. Taking his suggestion you used your hand to pump at what your mouth couldn't reach.

"Yes, angel just like that. Your mouth feels so good around me," he said. It was torture for him not you take control and fuck your throat but he knew he needed to take it slow with you. This time at least. He wanted to enjoy tainting his pure angel for as long as he possibly could. After a while, he pulled your mouth off him. Drool fell down your chin and you looked up at him with the most fucked out expression. It was even better than he imagined.

"Come now darling," he said helping you up and switching places with you, "It is your turn to feel good now." He reached up your skirt and removed your panties. There was a large wet spot on them and having the scent of your arousal so close almost threw him over the edge. He moved closer and began to lick at your sensitive clit. It was even better than in your dream. He pulled back only slightly to rewet his fingers to then slowly start inserting them into you. He started with one and then carefully added the second. The stretch was painful but bearable and was totally forgotten when he continued licking and sucking at your clit. He moved his fingers at a slow pace curling them up to reach your G-spot. He moved faster and faster.

"Jjunie, please I am ready," you began to beg, "Gimmie...gimmie more. Gimmie...gimmie more...please." He smirked and removed his fingers. He lined his tip up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your folds.

"Look at that," he said, "My sweet, innocent, angel begging to be filled up by my cock. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to ruin you. I am going to make you mine. This will hurt a bit but I promise I will go slow my sweet." That being said he began to start pushing in slowly. It did hurt but he went very slowly pushing in a little at a time and giving time for you to adjust. He distracted you by kissing at your neck again and soon he was all the way inside of you. It took all of his remaining restraint not you just hold your hips down and fuck into you.

He only moved when you whined out a pathetic, "I-I am ready Jjunie please move." That was all he needed. He started slowly only doing slow deep thrusts and then he sped up to a faster pace. He found a good rhythm that had you a moaning mess.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me," he said. You could no longer form sentences everything falling from your lips just moans and gibberish mixed with a please every so often. You could feel a knot tightening in your stomach. It felt like the feeling in your dreams but more intense and you would not let it escape you this time.

"Oh, you must be close sweetheart," Yeonjun said, "You're squeezing me so tight. Let me help you with that." As he said that he reached down to rub at your clit. It only took a few seconds of that for the knot growing to snap. It was the most pleasure you had ever felt in your life and it had you floating. Yeonjun took this time to feast on the energy you released from your orgasm and it was better than he ever could have imagined. You were so sweet and addictive a sugar rush he never wanted to be rid of. So, he did something that he never had before. He continued fucking into you until he came to his own release.

"That's it, love," he said, "You can take it."

When all was done and you were all cleaned up, he did something else he never had before. He stayed, cuddled up next to you, and fell asleep alongside you. He was going to be the only one to see you like this. He was going to enjoy this sugar rush ride for as long as he possibly could.

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A/N: Welcome to this man makes me ABSOLUTELY FERAL pt. 2. Also, yes, I did have to include all the Sugar Rush Ride references. Sue me. I am not sorry about it. Again, my asks are still open so send some requests in!

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Casey Novak x Reader Headcanons

Completely fabricated but I've decided they're canon nonetheless, don't fight me

Absolute puddle if you send her flowers at work. But you always send them during the day when lots of people are around because Trauma™.

Queen of delayed gratification. Girl puts in the work (at her job and at home iykwim 😉).

An expensive date, but she's worth it.

Secret finance bro with quite the stocks portfolio.

Tries to do all home improvement things herself, on principle, then is pissed for days when she ends up having to call a professional.

Fancy as fuck at work, but changes into sweats and a tank top immediately when she gets home.

Took a first class flight once and is now ruined for pedestrian travel.

Gets her nails done every other week religiously.

Could fall asleep anytime, anywhere.

Very smart with money because she kind of had to be.

Calendar wizard. Will schedule sex to make sure she gets laid.

Huge Giants and Yankees fan.

Works hard, plays harder.

Never doesn't have a travel deals tab open.

Eats Raisin Bran and Frosted Mini Wheats for breakfast like an old man-child hybrid.

Was not very open to the idea of going to therapy before you, but would do anything to make you happy. Now she actually likes going, and she's salty that you were right.

Will actually be so pissed if you question her directions in the car.

Her Instagram is just photos of you. Maybe one with both of you every once in a while.

Would die for a good lox bagel.

Loves to tease you, but would kill anyone else who tried it.

Convinced a hot toddy will cure her when she's sick, when what she really needs is NyQuil and sleep.

Makes you watch the Thanksgiving episode of Friends every year.

You have to physically keep her out of the kitchen on holidays or she will eat like half of the food before the meal starts.

Still reads the newspaper. She likes to stay informed, plus she thinks it makes her look like a hot '50s businessman (it does).

Drinks a glass of milk at night like a psychopath.

Would only miss Sunday brunch with you for an absolute emergency.

Knows every single word of "Baby Got Back."

Always drives. No exceptions.

Would never say no to a New York slice.

Does everything she can to make you feel loved and supported.

Protective to the max.

Sexts you before court, then has her phone off for the whole day like an asshole.

[pupyuj]

Can't get vampire gaeul out of my mind;;;

Also, can I be ⭐️anon;;

let's fawking goooo gaeul ask 😈 and welcome ⭐️ anon!! so sorry this is super late, again 😭😭

[cw: vampireeee, blood.]

she would definitely not hide that she's a vamp just because she preys on people's (men's) fantasies about having a vampire lover lmaooo vamp!gaeul would be really scary despite her easy-going nature and unfortunately you had an amazing bullshit detector so the moment you made eye contact with gaeul at a party, you knew she was something else 😰 of course, gaeul doesn't let you out of her sight for one second! sure you'd make a pretty good meal but she also can have you cause a havoc in the party and blow her cover 😵‍💫

her cornering you in a bathroom,, luckily for her you were a bit buzzed so it didn't take long until she had you melting,, her making you face the mirror and coming up behind you, getting her so excited to taste you because you just so happened to wear an off-shoulder blouse and she was so close to you she could practically smell how sweet you were.. "i can definitely see why you attract such a crowd, (y/n)-ssi..." while she's brushing your hair aside, leaving the softest trail of kisses on your shoulders all the way up to your neck and only stopping behind your ear.. "you're not scared of me... why is that? you know what i am." her pressing herself up against you, chilling red eyes piercing through yours as you stared at each other in the mirror..

"i don't know..." bcs your head was clouded with the booze in your system and the sheer intimidation you felt being around gaeul's presence :(( you were completely helpless—just how she likes it 🫠🫠 the initial plan was to suck you dry in that bathroom, but the moment you pressed your ass against her groin, gaeul lost her composure and allowed her desire take over her hunger 🫠 her turning you around and immediately crashing her lips into yours,, letting you feel her sharp fangs for yourself when she lets your tongue inside her mouth 😩 you reeked of both booze and other people's scents.. two of which gaeul absolutely loathed,, it only made her want to ruin you more 😵‍💫

her lifting you up and putting you on top of the counter beside the sink with ease,, she was delighted that you wore an off-shoulder top! it made it easier for her to just slowly graze her teeth on your skin, relishing in the way you shivered in fear but looked at her with desire,, "i work better when i'm fed." and before you knew it, she had sunk her fangs down your collarbone only slightly, but it hurt like a bitch 🫠🫠 tasting your blood for the first time was nothing short of euphoric and fuck gaeul should really just suck you dry right there but that wouldn't feel right.. she has to have you screaming her name first 😌

she would only feel a deeper kind of hunger for you when she feels how your cunt clenches around her fingers,, gaeul usually doesn't like to waste time but watching your expression as she slowly fucked you was worth it 🤭 gaeul would really just stare at you, relishing the way your moans sounded in her ears... she'd use her entire fingers' length and watch you squirm and reach for her, grabbing onto her shirt and pleading pathetically 😵‍💫 "please, let me cum..." you'd say it right up against her bcs you don't want anyone to hear and you know what? it would give gaeul chills! (which was weird considering her skin's already ice cold but yk—)

and since you asked nicely ofc gaeul would oblige for once and give you what you want! pulling her fingers out of your cunt only to replace them with her tongue 🤤🤤 her sharp nails having your thighs in a death grip while you pushed her head further against your pussy :(( throwing your head back and filling the air with your moans as well as gaeul’s name… nearly losing yourself when she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks harshly, making you grip and pull on her hair… god, her mouth was too good 😵‍💫💔 glowing red eyes piercing into yours, a smirk making its way to gaeul’s pretty face as tears well up in your eyes bcs of the pleasure 🥺

now see this—you’re cumming after her mouth has done its work, and ofc your head was clouded so gaeul takes this opportunity to sink her teeth down your thigh 😵‍💫 it hurt a lot but the sight was kinda hot so you don’t complain 🤭

omg getting disheartened when gaeul exits the bathroom without a word but you don’t hear her warning everybody outside to not enter the room… then she comes back with a tall glass of juice a few moments later and bandages to cover up the bite on your thigh 🫣🫣 she’d even help you wrap it around your thigh! “here’s a deal: you don’t tell anyone i’m a vamp and i keep it a secret you like getting fucked in bathrooms by strangers.” she’d say, as if you’d even dare to tell anyone! she’d probably hear it from a mile away and snap your neck before you even realize 😭

in conclusion, vampire!gaeul wouldn’t be all bad.. especially if a pretty thing like you would keep her company from time to time 👀 whether or not you were her blood bag or sweet little fuckdoll 🤤

[razcina]

sam carpenter headcanons || masterlist

sam carpenter x fem!reader

for the ladies ~ warnings: nsfw at the bottom!!

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crushing on you ~

uber protective(duh); does not let you out of her sight when youre out with the group.

always finding an excuse to touch you, whether it be a small brush of her fingers on your back, “fixing” a stray hair in your face, or grabbing your hand when crossing the street, sam cant get enough of the rush she feels when you make contact.

melts when you call her “sammy♡”

constantly texts to check up on you and ask where you are, especially if she knows youre alone

reminds you to double check the locks on your doors and windows every night to make absolutely sure that nothing gets to you. often insists on sleeping over.. just in case.

terrified of losing you or driving you away with her overbearing and paranoid personality like she did tara, leading to sam often seeming distant. her heart skips three beats when you make effort to include her in conversations and activities.

whenever you walk through crowded areas sam makes sure to walk right beside you and hover her arm behind your back to prevent losing you.

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domestic love ~

dial up the protectiveness tenfold; turns feral when god forbid anyone she doesnt know/trust gets close to you. her “killer instinct” suddenly has two meanings.

always wrapping her arms around you from behind, she needs to be touching you 24/7. (and signal to everyone else that you are hers.)

she struggles a lot with self-worth due to her reputation and needs a lot of reassurance.. could never bring herself to admit this though and swears shes fine, but at the same time breaks into a sob when you tell her that you love her

cannot sleep unless she is wrapped around you like a python and can feel your heartbeat, to knows youre alive and okay. sam also knows you tend to get cold and love when she acts as a personal heater.

often experiences night terrors, most of which involve you being brutally murdered or abandoning her like everyone else in her life. you can tell by the way shell suddenly hold you extra close in the middle of the night.

it could be a minimal papercut or a painless bruise, the second sam notices you hurt or sick she drops everything to coddle you.

and did someone hurt you? dont check the news on woodsboros recent killings “missing persons” cases tomorrow.. you might see a familiar face

huge on petnames, her favorites for you are baby, querida, love, angel, and doll.

(the latter two mostly when shes knuckles deep and calling you her good girl.)

did i mention that sam is just a tad clingy?

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steamy ~

there is nothing sam loves more than kissing you, all of you. she has taken great care to memorize your sweet spots and how to drive you absolutely berserk with her mouth. god bless your sanity if she involves her tongue.

youre in a state of pure ecstasy before she even nears your soaked heat

despite how rough she tends to.. “handle” you, sam always makes sure to give the most gentle and loving aftercare. the last thing she would want is to hurt you.

loves having you on her lap. having you straddle her toned thigh as it presses right up against your center and oh.. she knows just how to move it to hit all the right nerves. you dont last 5 minutes before youre begging her to throw you down and absolutely ruin you. she enjoys torturing you by making you get yourself off by riding her thigh alone before she even touches you.

“oh i think you can do it yourself mi dulce, youre a big girl”

if you let her sam would eat you up, literally. as heavenly as it feels when she bites into your skin like a hungry vampire, you wish to retain what little dignity you have left when you go out tomorrow..

but at the same time, the thought of her marking you up for everyone to see feels so good.. concealer it is.

will take any opportunity to get you shirtless and under her. she ravishes your breasts like its her last meal, drooling even further at the sweet sounds that emit from your lips and that glazed over look in your eyes as you cant keep your mouth shut while she kneads your sensitive mounds, swirling her tongue around and pinching your nipples..

you swear she has an addiction. constantly coming up behind you and squeezing your tits in the shower, while youre cooking or even watching tv.. not that you mind it though

sam cant help but swoon for at way you look on your knees as you incoherently beg her to touch you, all the while youre forced to sit watch as she takes her sweet time giving you an slow and sensual strip show.

then only to bend down with a smirk, prying your mouth open with her thumb and whispering to you in that sultry tone.. “use your words mi preciosa..”

treats you like a pampered pillow princess most of the time. she had rarely allowed you to pleasure her back until you told her that it would mean a lot to you.

she now considers riding your face a guilty pleasure she cant get enough of, especially when shes moving her hips in a way that nearly suffocates you. your muffled moans and whimpers only work her up more.

the two of you were watching a classic horror movie one night, only for the killer to pin the victim to the wall and hold her at knifepoint. sam watched as you bit your lip and squirmed in your seat, face glued to the screen.

thankfully the neighbors werent home to witness the screams of bloody murder as you “helplessly fell victim” to a very enamouring freak with a knife that night.

the real struggle came with trying to walk the next morning

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[finniestoncrane]

Perfect Day

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: eddie has the absolute worst luck planning for your valentine's day together, but it ends well at least! 🐀💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, fluff, breeding kink

Valentine’s Day had to be perfect. At least in Eddie’s mind. And this one held far more weight than any others might, because it was your first Valentine’s Day together, and Eddie’s first ever Valentine’s Day that he was spending with someone he cared about. Someone who was willing to spend the most romantic holiday with him as their partner. Because of this, and because he was so consumed and influenced by media, the only representations of love he had for company before he met you, he had convinced himself that if it wasn’t the most romantic, completely perfect in every single way, kind of day, that he would have failed you. And you deserved more than that. You deserved everything. So, Eddie had great plans, visions of exactly how the day would go, what he would do, what you would say, how you would feel. But, much like everything else that Eddie experienced in life, nothing went the way he intended it to.

It started with the card. He didn’t want it to be some sort of rehashed version of one of the ones he had taunted the Batman with. It had to be perfect for you. It needed to just scream You and Eddie if it was going to be worth it at all. But not a single shop in the whole of the city were offering anything that came close to being good enough for you.

Your first Valentine’s Day together had to be special. It had to be memorable, wonderful, good enough for you. Because if he could never be truly sure that he himself was good enough, he could at least try and make sure that everything he did was.

In a bid to see his vision come to fruition, he made an attempt at making his own, but his attempts felt clumsy, childish. With trembling hands, covered in glue and paper cuts, he worked away at over twenty designs. Not one of them were worthy of giving to you. In his mind, he knew what he wanted. But unfortunately, the world, nor he himself, could conjure up the perfection he was looking for.

Sweet, soft, beautiful, peachy, the sun when it shone in rays through the clouds, a familiar sound like a lilting song. Those were the things he thought of when he pictured you in his head. And nothing could be as good as you were, which he realised was the first hurdle in making everything perfect. It could never live up to you or what you deserved.

And everything else fell in line with that first disappointment.

By the time he had decided on an activity which would make the day memorable. In the end, Eddie settled for the classic. A romantic meal, expensive, somewhere that served your favourite food. But when he had finally completed his research, saved enough money, there were no tables left. Things book up fast in Gotham, especially when every other day another restaurant is destroyed in a fire, a bombing, a mafia related shoot out.

He'd even wandered around the city going door to door at any establishment that looked like it had a kitchen, begging them, offering an absurd amount of money, if they could just cater to the specific menu he had in mind. Something that would satisfy you, make you feel special, to let you know how precious you were to him. On several occasions, he had considered taking to his stream, begging his followers. But he felt that it might undermine him.

Eddie had made a note of several business owners and restauranteurs who were a bit too stuffy for his liking. He’d get his revenge on them later for ruining your Valentine’s Day. Although, when he stopped to think about, he was mostly angry at himself. He hadn’t though it through properly, or he had, but he’d overthought it. He was to blame, completely and entirely. No one else. And sure, swift revenge in the form of bashing and blood might temporarily make him feel like he had gotten some of his anger and disappointment out, someone to put the blame on briefly so he could go back to planning, he knew it would all fall apart again either way. The crushing guilt. The sadness. It was pretty ordinary for him, he realised. Why bother trying to fight it?

Finally, in a desperate bid to succeed in providing you with a romantic evening of your favourite foods, Eddie, somewhat foolishly, decided that he would cook for you. In a last minute rush, he had almost crashed on his way to the supermarket on the thirteenth of February. The only time he had free now, since he had waited until the last possible minute in hopes of finding a reservation somewhere. He’d even thought about finding a couple who had a reservation and then disposing of them. He’d make you happy, by any means necessary. But, he realised that the effort involved would take far more time than he had.

Desperately, frantically, searching the aisles for ingredients, he collected them all up in his arms, paid for them with the meagre money he had in his account, and headed home to take stock of what he had managed to accumulate. Although, upon stock taking his provisions, he realised he had missed several key ingredients. It would be fine though, he was sure. He wasn’t much of a chef anyway, he could barely cook instant noodles right. He relied on you so heavily for his sustenance and nutrition. The least he could do, he felt, was extend that gift to you just this once.

All day on the fourteenth, Eddie stayed at home, trying to learn how to cook on a whim and failing miserably. By the time you returned home from work in the evening, he had already made several iterations of the same meal, each one of them ever so slightly better than the last, but nowhere near the standard of cooking you were used to, or that you deserved.

You walked through the door, intrigued by the smell. Ingredients you recognised, but they smelled… wrong.

“Hey, Eddie! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Hey! You’re early…”

You moved to kiss him, planting a soft, warm kiss on his cheek which was flushed and coated in sweat.

“I thought I would come to your place straight after work. I missed you today! It’s love day, Eddie. Besides, I don’t mind waiting around. What are our plans for this evening? I know you said it was going to be amazing, and I don’t doubt that for a second, but I’m just curious!”

“Uh…”

Eddie shifted nervously in front of the stove, trying to cover the pots and pans, but you giggled at him.

“I figure it has something to do with that delicious smell? Edward Nashton, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were cooking me a romantic dinner.”

You cocked your eyebrow at him, smiling playfully, so touched by the fact that he would go to all of that trouble for you instead of just taking you to a restaurant like every other guy.

“I’m… well, that was the plan. I’m trying to cook something at least.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“No! No… I’m doing this for you. You sit down and get comfy. Put on a show. I’ll be waiting on you hand and foot this evening.”

“Oh my, Mister Nashton, I’m so flattered.”

You blew him a kiss, blinking your eyelashes at him flirtatiously before you kicked off your shoes and got comfortable on his sofa. But your rest and relaxation were short-lived, as you started watching Eddie out of the corner of your eye, soon shifting so you could see him better, monitoring what he was doing. It was impossible not to try and keep an eye on him. He clattered every pot, dropped so much cutlery, and sighed continuously, muttering to himself in annoyance or stress, you couldn’t determine which.

“You good?”

You called out from the sofa, your voice carrying over the sound of steam and bubbling, the metallic clattering, and Eddie’s heavy breathing. He shouted back.

“Yes! All good!”

But he didn’t sound good. And it didn’t smell good either in the apartment. Something was burning, and you weren’t sure Eddie was aware of it yet.

“Is… that smells almost done, huh?”

“What?”

“I said, whatever is in the oven it smells-”

“Oh f- fudge… Damn it!”

Eddie hissed in pain, letting out a small yelp as he opened the oven door, the handle burning his hand, the tray that whatever the charred remains were supposed to be burning it further. He tossed everything onto the kitchen island, watching the blackened crumbs spreading everywhere. You tried to smile at him, to reassure him or comfort him, but beyond him at his back you could see a disaster emerging.

“Oh, Eddie! The… Eddie the pot!”

He turned quickly, letting out what would have been a comical scream had the situation not been so unpleasant and serious. The sauce in the pot had bubbled over the hob completely, and a thick, dark smoke was beginning to rise up, threatening to set off the smoke alarm. But he caught it just in time. Not enough to save the dish, but enough to save your ears from the screaming assault.

Eddie tossed the dish towel he held in his hands on the floor and leaned back against the cabinet. He tossed his head back dramatically, smacking it on the cabinet behind him and letting it droop forward again, uttering one dismal, silent, defeated word.

“Ow.”

You got up quickly, rushing over to him, a tiny giggle escaping at how sweet he was, but concern painted over your face as you reached him, lifting his chin up to look in his eyes.

“Oh, my sweet Eddie! Are you ok?”

“Just a bump.”

You tutted, pulling his gaze back to yours as he tried to look away, staring at his feet which shuffled awkwardly on the ground.

“I mean in general… you seem awfully stressed. Is anything wrong?”

He sighed, unable to keep any modicum of truth from you when he stared into your sweet eyes. He could feel himself melting away, his insecurities, his worries. It was like you could defrost the chill that he permanently lived under. Enough, at least, that he could be open and vulnerable, and honest. In a flurry of words, he let everything out.

“I… I just… I wanted everything to be perfect for today because I feel like I have a very tenuous grasp on you not that I have a grasp no you, you can leave whenever you want, but I’d like it if you didn’t leave because you’re the very best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t deserve you but I thought if I could make you happy and give you a perfect Valentine’s Day that you might think I was worth it, all the trouble and the effort, but I couldn’t even do that so if you feel like you want to just let me go then you should because you deserve better than I could give you even at my best, which I don’t even think I’m capable of living up to anymore.”

He stopped, taking in a huge breath, shuddering and trembling with it as he let it go on the exhale.

“And I didn’t even get you a back-up gift.”

You took a deep breath in yourself, trying not to take the weight he had placed on himself onto your own shoulders. You needed to reassure him, help him lessen the burden on his own so that he knew that anything he did was good enough for you in future.

Taking his hands in yours, you leaned in, resting your chin on his shoulder and breathing slowly with him until you could feel his heart rate slow down.

“Eddie, it’s ok. Really, it is. There’s no need for you to get so worked up, not like this. Everything you did tonight was perfect, and do you know why?”

He shook his head, dejected, sullen, almost child-like. And you realised you were staring at the soul of a child who had never been told he was good enough as he was. Not by friends, or teachers, or the nuns at the orphanage.

“Because you tried, Eddie. And that alone is enough to make me feel wanted, and loved, and appreciated.”

You punctuated those three words with a kiss to his shoulder, leaning back to plant your lips on his for a quick second before you squeezed his hands and continued, noticing that his smile was making its first appearance of the evening.

“It’s really ok. You’re everything I want. If I could, I’d have you sitting still and not doing anything, that would make me happy enough. Anything else you do, and I really mean anything, including your little criminal escapades, is just extra toppings on the huge, sweet sundae that you already are. Yeah?”

He nodded a little, his cheeks flushing pink, smile hard to suppress even though he was trying to.

“Besides… I really only wanted one thing from tonight.”

He looked up at you, suddenly worried, as though he was going through the list of possibilities he hadn’t considered yet. Engagement? A surprise vacation? Something simple like a box of chocolates and a stuffed bear?

But you calmed those nerves quickly, leaning in to kiss him, passionately, tender, a little bit forceful even as you brought your hands to his chest, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer to you. When you broke it off, parting your lips from his and smiling at him, eyes half-closed, sultry and suggestive, he still looked confused.

“So you… oh… oh!”

You nodded, giggling at his sweet, surprised face, and trailing him back towards the bedroom by his hands, leading him through the hallway and never breaking eye contact. He still looked a little bit hesitant, as though he was worried he might have got the wrong end of the stick, but you wouldn’t let his low self-confidence trick him into thinking you didn’t desire him completely, and as you walked, you let go of his hands, undressing yourself bit by bit, until you were at the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, once Eddie was well aware of your intentions and had calmed down a bit, you started undressing him, removing his shirt one button at a time, slow, painfully so, but he waited patiently. His eyes were glazed over, and you realised that all of the tension was leaving him as he stood, thoughtless, completely under your spell, waiting for the next step.

But the passivity wore off once he was standing shirtless and he was watching you remove the remaining articles of your own clothing, sliding out of your panties last and sitting back on the bed. You reached for his hands, grabbing them and pulling him forward, towards you, then into you, where you nuzzled his chest before pulling him on top of you on the edge of the bed.

He leaned against the edge of the mattress, kneeling on it slightly, as he traced the edges of your body, fingers finding comfort in your skin, arms wrapped around you, holding you, his palms kneading at your soft, supple skin as he moaned into your neck. He draped kisses over you like soft satin, letting his tongue warm your skin, softly exhaling over the wet patches, tingling, sending shiver over your entire body.

One of his hands left you, and the instant twang of desertion was quickly replaced by anticipation as you realised he was reaching for his cock. Craning your neck to watch him, your pupils dilated, breath shuddering as he gripped the thick shaft, teasing his hand up and running his thumb over the sticky, flushed head. You dragged your fingers up over his chest, settling them on his shoulders and pulling him closer, giving him just enough time to position himself against you before he slid between your walls, buried deep in you at first thrust.

“Fuck… Eddie…”

There was a brief moment of pause as he clumsily pulled himself out of you, reaching to place his palm against your cheek.

“Sorry… are you ok? Was that too… hard?”

“No, it was amazing, good… It felt… so good…”

Even in the dim light you could see his proud, almost smug, grin forming at the compliment, the ego stroke of knowing he felt good inside of you, at least as much for you as it did for him. And with the encouragement of your words, he pressed his tip against your swollen lips once more, pressing in slowly before offering one quick, hard jolt, up to the hilt, groaning as you clenched around him.

Eddie managed out a few slurred words, salivating as he spoke, unable to focus too much, his brain on his other efforts.

“You’re good… feel so good…”

His soft hair fell in front of his face, and he made a couple of attempts at blowing it out of the way, before he realised all of his breath, his effort, his exertion, was going into you and the way he held you, the way he filled you.

As Eddie fucked you, harder than usual, more strenuous in his efforts, he kissed you, softly, sweet and sour, the differences between the way he rutted into you and the way he let you know how much he loved you with his lips, his tongue, it was heaven.

There was a difference in the way he was touching you now, the way he grabbed at you, possessive, obsessive, filled with desire. He felt insatiable, in his need to taste you, to fill you, to have you stretched open for him.

“This has… to be special… I love you…”

Eddie groaned past the words, grunting with every movement of his hips, with every pump of his cock within your walls.

“I don’t want to leave… your body… I don’t want to stop…”

You were about to ask what he meant when it hit you, and you let your legs fall behind him, holding him inside of you, pulling him closer.

“… and I’m not… going to…”

You could make out the sweat beading on his forehead, the way that strands of his light hair stuck to it.

“…not until I’ve left… every drop of me… inside of you…”

In a heated moment, he stopped completely, the base of his cock almost consumed by your lips, his hips pressed into your body, hands finding your face, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes with the bright intensity you had come to know and love.

“You’re everything to me. You deserve everything. And I want to give you everything I have. Do you want that?”

You nodded, licking at your lips, begging, pleading silently.

“I can give you the best gift I can, make you mine… so sweet… so soft…”

He began moving again, his cock twitching as your walls clenched around him in response to the surprise of the motion, slow and steady but deeply satisfying.

“… so breedable… ready to take me…”

“Oh my god, Eddie… please…”

You were choking on the words, swallowing your own drool as you salivated at the thought of him taking you, claiming you, marking you with his seed.

“I want to fill you up… hng… I want… fuck… I want to see me… dripping out of you…”

Your legs began to tremble, the pressure building inside of you immense. You let out a scream of intense ecstasy as Eddie’s thumb found your clit, rubbing it swift but soft as he spoke to you, his sweet sermon of words you had no idea you were so desperate to hear.

“Knowing the rest of me… is still… ah…. Buried in side of you… your mine… let me spill my seed in you…”

He growled the last sentence, loud and clear, confident. The way he spoke when he donned his mask and coat, how he spoke when he wasn’t just Edward Nashton. When he was in control, on a mission. Determined. You could almost smell the scent of his leather gloves, all in your imagination, as he gripped your cheeks, running his thumb over your lips.

“You’re mine to fill up… heh… you’re mine… to do what I want with… yeah?”

You nodded ferociously, unable to accurately form any words, but something akin to a jumbled up yes followed by a string of pleading terms at least spilled over your lips as you clung to him, desperate for him to live up to these promises.

As his pace quickened, Eddie leaned over you, his face buried into your chest when he could, whispering to you as he rocked his hips, his body, back and forth, taking in the sight of you under him, the way you felt, the way his cock was served and warmed by your slick.

“Wouldn’t it be romantic… to make you mine… to start… a family… on Valentine’s Day… wouldn’t that be… a pretty good gift?”

Eddie’s thumb was working your orgasm out of you faster than expected, helped along by the delicious words he spoke with all of the genuine intent he could muster in his state of arousal, close to climax himself.

As he quickened his pace in response to your screams, to feeling you cum on him, around him, he managed to keep his voice low, to a whisper, before he began yelling, unable to control himself.

“To have you committed to me… make us one… completely… fuck, fuck… oh god!”

“I want… to be inside of you… hng… until we make that… happen…”

His movements became more forceful, like he was trying to approach it almost mechanically, being thorough, to make sure it would happen.

“I need you… ah… to take me… take all of me…”

Eddie’s fingernails pressed tiny crescents into your skin, the pain feeling exceptional, tingling and sharp, as he held your hips to him. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrust, the explicit sounds hitting the walls around the room, the slapping louder and more frantic as he reached his climax. Tensing, his cock twitching against your walls, he came inside of you, a roar emanating from his sweet and soft face. You could feel his load, warm, thick, filling you. Your stomach muscles contracting under the pressure of your own orgasm, brought on by the knowledge that you were filled with Eddie, consuming him, marked as his. Potentially starting a new life, in a very literal way, together, forever.

For all that his efforts had culminated in nothing going to plan, it really felt like the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day, and the most wonderful way to end it. Eddie sighed, content with the way the day had gone, pleased with how you had taken him, keen to take big, romantic steps with him despite his calamities and clumsy nerves. Bringing you into his chest, he exhaled, the satisfied breath turning into a pleasant, easy hum as he stroked your hair.

It had been an acceptable day. In fact, it was more than that. It had been good. Actually good. A very good valentine’s day indeed. It felt good that he could be open and honest around you, that he could speak his mind and say how he felt, what he wanted. That you two were so in tune with one another. He felt silly, for doubting himself around you, or for thinking that you would even be with someone that you didn’t think deserved your attention. Eddie knew you were smarter than that, better than that. And knowing that you were so valuable to him, so wonderful, so capable. It made it easier for him to recognise those traits in himself. Sure, you were the most wonderful person in the world. But he himself had to be pretty wonderful too to be good enough for you. And he kissed your forehead, a silent thank you for that gift that you hadn’t even intended to give to him. And the one that he hoped you might give to him in another nine months, or else he would have to keep trying.

[i-am-too-sick]

Feeling Not So Jolly St. Nick

Did I start another new fic without finishing the last two I mentioned? You bet I did! But I actually finished this one, so here ya go!

Warning: implied food poisoning

This was the last time Toby didn't anything out of the goodness of his heart.

Sure, he got paid for it, and the second income was nice for the holidays, but there had to be other ways than volunteering to be a mall Santa.

He loved kids, or at least he thought he did, but he learned quickly that maybe that love extended only towards his little sister.

These kids—these kids were like wild animal at the zoo or literal hellions from the underworld. The crying and screaming and questioning and demanding things of him soon became more cumbersome than it was worth.

Today was exceptionally bad, because on top of everything else, Toby felt like absolute shit.

The mall was crowded with everyone trying to fit in their last minute shopping, and of course, have their kids take a picture with Santa.

Toby felt like he was suffocating. His suit was much too hot, and the fake beard prickled his skin uncomfortably. Having a kid sit on his lap only reaffirmed how sensitive his skin was and sent chills down his spine.

His food court lunch sat heavy in his gut and every hug from an innocent tyke threatened to send his orange chicken and rice pouring into his lap. He knew it had tasted funny, but the idea of finishing his shift without a meal seemed far worse at the time than the possible consequences of soiled food. Of course, he sorely regretted that decision now:

One little girl, very attuned to Santa's predicament, actually asked him if he was okay. Toby, in an attempt at a hearty chuckle, quickly brought a fist to his lips and stifled a nauseated burp.

That was the turning point.

Right after the little girl hopped off his lap, he wished her a rather lame Merry Christmas, and signaled that he needed a break.

The photographer did not show their frustration well—after all, they'd just breaked for lunch not long ago—but Toby figured they'd be even more upset if he ruined the magic of Christmas by vomiting all over himself in front of the entire mall. Now wouldn't that be the perfect Christmas picture?

He slipped into the nearest employee bathroom, ripped the fake beard from his face, and immediately started gagging. However, other than some acidic saliva and burps that tasted vaguely of Mountain Dew, Toby wasn't able to bring anything up. It seemed that whatever was curdling the inside of his stomach was content to stay there and make him miserable.

Groaning, he splashed some cold water on his face, donned his disguise, and headed back into the mall. One of the photographers helpers, dressed like an elf, manhandled his askew beard back into its proper place, while Toby readied himself to fake some over the top holiday cheer.

An hour passed, or maybe more. Time was a construct Toby couldn't even begin to comprehend, especially not with the feeling of his stomach contents slowly trying to worm their way up his esophagus. Several times the photographer reminded him to sit up straight and to stop hunching forward. Toby was sure several families would look back on their Christmas photos and wonder why Santa had an arm wrapped protectively around his belly.

He'd stopped actually listening to the kids as they read from their Christmas lists, replying instead with a few well-placed "uh huhs" and "yeahs," though a couples times all that came out were sick groans.

He could not ever remember being this nauseous. He felt lightheaded from trying to keep himself together, and he was so unbearably warm. He wore his own clothes beneath the Santa suit, and his T-shirt was sticky with sweat, unpleasantly clinging against his skin.

How long was this shift again? He could hardly think, let alone try to pretend that he gave a damn about Timmy wanting a puppy or Susie requesting a baby doll that made noises when you cared for it.

"And I want a pony, and a..."

Toby's mouth started to water. Shit.

"I also want a..."

"Okay, very good," he replied, swallowing, trying to lift the kid from his lap. "Next!"

"But I'm not done," the kid pouted.

"But I am," Toby said. In hindsight, being a jerk while dressed as Santa was probably not doing this kid any favors, but he didn't have a choice. His breath hitched. He was about to barf. "Next!"

The surprised mom came to collect her kid, and Toby signaled the photographer by making a T with his hands.

"Again?" The photographer rolled their eyes, miffed.

Toby responded with a wet belch, loud enough that the nearest helper elf squeaked and jumped back in surprise.

He sprang up from his seat, his hand clamped over his mouth. In his haste to escape Winter Wonderland, he nearly tripped on a string of Christmas lights, nearly impaling himself on the antler of a plastic reindeer.

He tore through the mall, finding the closest bathroom, for employees or not. He stumbled upon one of the family ones, and as he slammed the door shut and fumbled with the lock, he was grateful for the small bit of privacy he'd have.

Even as he felt his stomach begin to lurch, he started ripping off his costume, desperate to feel less strangled. The hat went first, then the beard, the sash around his waist. He just managed to pull his second arm out of the jacket sleeve when his cheeks puffed with an impending retch, and he angled himself over the toilet as a rush of vomit cascaded from his mouth.

The force of his heave was so great, that his vomit splattered all around the rim of the toilet. He barely had time to wonder if any landed on his shoes before another geyser shot from him, splashing loudly into the water.

He tasted soda and egg roll, fried rice and broccoli. His mouth was sticky with the sauce from his orange chicken.

He burped, chunks from his undigested lunch joining the thick slurry in the bowl. Every heave brought up a mouthful of sick, and he was dizzy from the effort of trying to catch his breath.

His stomach was making all kinds of noises, piercing his ears and echoing off the tiled bathroom walls. A sick, guttural belch erupted from him, followed by another torrent of vomit.

Even as the heaves began to space out enough for him to catch his breath, and the amount of sick he brought up became less and less, Toby still didn't feel any better.

He was shaky and warm all over, tears running down his face from exertion. He was almost certain he had a fever, and there was still a mess churning in his stomach.

He burped into the bowl, spitting the tendrils of saliva dangling from his lips.

He needed to go home. He needed Quinn.

He knew his boyfriend had gone home for the holidays—Toby had planned to return to his family as well after his Santa gig—but the thought of waiting in the cold, getting on a bus overcrowded with holiday shoppers, and then trying to make it home alone in this condition was far more than he could bear.

Not caring the least about germs in that moment, Toby set his phone on speaker and laid it down on the floor. He felt like he was going to be sick again and he didn't want to risk dropping his phone and then having to fish it out of the toilet. That thought alone made him gag again.

"Quinn..." he whimpered when his boyfriend picked up on the third ring. He hated how teary and nauseous his voice sounded. "Can you come pick me up?"

[rieadiary]

COOK WARS

bf!w.hrt x gf!reader

summary ; wherein you and haruto wanted to go on a date but it turned into something sweeter than that

warnings ; haruto is sweet, fluffy, stress(?), wearing haruto’s hoodie, hand holding

a/n ; originally had this idea with shotaro but i wanna write about treasure more so.. boom also this is really short bc i didn’t know how to make this longer so show this love pls :<

You waited in line hand in hand with your boyfriend Haruto who was just as impatient as you were, annoyed that the reservation line wasn’t getting any shorter but the line was steadily getting longer.

“Ugh. I wish we came earlier” you complained and Haruto chuckled, squeezing your hand gently “it’s okay, better now then never right?” He tried to lighten the mood, smiling once he knew it worked.

“But I’m hungry now. By the time we get in we’re gonna be eating later”

“I know. I know, but let’s just wait a little longer yeah? It might be worth it” Haruto comforted, a soothing smile accompanying his reassurance.

So you didn’t mind waiting longer, until that longer became half an hour and now Haruto was starting to grow hot and sweaty, his hand clammy and you were already annoyed and hot but that was already established.

“Haru-”

“Baby i know, we can leave now” he muttered and you thanked the lord, glad you could leave.

Once in the car you both sat in the cold air conditioning for about two minutes. It was exceptionally hot outside and the wait had made it worse, not to mention there was people cutting the line and you weren’t going to say anything but maybe you should’ve.

Haruto started up the car and drove y’all to a corner store, the lights beaming through the windows “how about I make you some ramen hm? Quick and easy” he offered and you glanced at the store with a frown. You wanted something expensive tonight but you supposed that whatever you didn’t do tonight there was another time for it.

“Do you even know how to make ramen?”

Haruto looked offended, a small ‘hmph’ escaping his lips “I do. You don’t remember that one time I made it for you and you begged me to make you some more?”

You did recall the day he was talking about. His ramen was so good you couldn’t even distinctively remember the taste because it was sucked down in less than ten minutes. Your mouth practically watered at the memory,

“If you make it like that then I’ll take it”

Haruto smiled youthfully getting out the car with no hesitation as he went in the store to get things for dinner.

He came out after about fifteen minutes of you attempting to nap but not being able to because all you wanted was to go home and shower. He got back in the car and handed you the bags, “I got you those candies you like, just to make you feel better”

“You’re a saint” you thanked him with a giddy smile, already sucking on one of the pieces of candy as he drove the both of you home.

After getting home you immediately showered and relaxed after the overstimulation of being in public, you put on one of Haruto’s hoodies and sighed as you realized that y’all’s date was ruined.

“Baby” Haruto kissed your cheek, knowing you were stressing about the date “don’t think about what happened today too much, these things happen okay?” He reassured you as you nodded, giving him a small peck on the lips.

“Now cmon’ the foods ready and I wanna hear all about how you absolutely love it” he bragged and you followed him to the kitchen to eat with him.

You both laughed and talked throughout the whole meal and you realized Haruto was the best boyfriend you’ve had in awhile, he made today still be amazing even though the two of you couldn’t go into the restaurant y’all wanted.

You ended the day watching Disney movies with him, falling asleep in his embrace.

xoxo, riea!

TAGS ;

[marichive]

𝐓 𝐎 𝐗 𝐈 𝐂 𝐈 𝐓 𝐀

A compilation of things a muse of mine has said. Ranges from 100% seriousness to absolute chaos (but mostly chaos). Change pronouns / etc. when sending as needed.

tw for drinking/alcohol mentions, suggestive content, violence mentions, lots of swearing / insults, other non-PG shenanigans.

❝ Get the heart eyes away from me. ❞

❝ I can't help it, I'm just too hot. ❞

❝ Was I supposed to NOT be mean? ❞

❝ I am what the boomers like to call a "delinquent". ❞

❝ Just think before you say anything, "would I say this to [name] for fun", and if the answer is yes, do not say that shit to her. ❞

❝ Aw, did that hurt your little feelings? ❞

❝ Oh dear god, what torture are you going to put me through now? ❞

❝ Words cannot express how much I hate the words that I just read with my own two eyes. ❞

❝ Call me [nickname] again and I'll break your face. ❞

❝ If you turn that into a sex joke I swear to god — ❞

❝ Cursed. Horrible. Disappointing. ❞

❝ Adorable that you think you're worth the effort. ❞

❝ The only kink here is gonna be the one in your fucking spine. ❞

❝ One, I'm not your babe. Two, I will fucking strangle you. ❞

❝ Do you have a death wish or something? ❞

❝ Feel like doing something ridiculous? ❞

❝ I feel like this is what happens before someone walks into an intervention. ❞

❝ My entire support system is having a crisis right now. ❞

❝ I'm just not ready to deal with it right now. ❞

❝ I'm not gonna try to fix things and get myself in another fight as a consequence. ❞

❝ I fucked up and kinda shut down before I could. ❞

❝ I don't know how to make this right. ❞

❝ Maybe he's better off without me. ❞

❝ You went right back to blaming me for everything the first chance you got. ❞

❝ I imagine it's hard for you to feel sorry for anyone at all. ❞

❝ I can't catch a fucking break. ❞

❝ I actually liked the idea that we could maybe be friends and move past everything, but you're always going to think the worst of me. ❞

❝ I guess I did ruin everything, didn't I? ❞

❝ I needed to win to prove to myself that I could do it. ❞

❝ No no, this one is actually a good idea! ❞

❝ See, this is why you're perfect for each other. ❞

❝ Maybe he'll be more receptive to it if you're there. Or at least less hostile about it. ❞

❝ I think you're probably the only person who could get through to him on this. ❞

❝ I've had to do a lot of things I didn't want to do to try to get by. I get what that's like. ❞

❝ You're not a snack, you're a whole damn meal. Don't be humble. ❞

❝ Soooo I might have done something. ❞

❝ He's too much of a petty bitch for that. ❞

❝ I'm going to terrorize him. ❞

❝ Guess I better get the bullying out of my system before then. ❞

❝ Wow, that's like, third base. ❞

❝ Hold my [object] while I kick ass for you. ❞

❝ You're the cutest duck, though. ❞

❝ That's the option with the least violence. ❞

❝ You're probably the only person I trust that much. ❞

❝ Okay that was cute, you can have a kiss for that one. ❞

❝ Um, that's me. I'm the Precious here. ❞

❝ I'm a scam of a person. ❞

❝ Don't worry, I'm sure all her murder energy is focused on [name]. ❞

❝ Want me to make mean faces at them? ❞

❝ There is something and I need you for impulse control. Or you can enable me, that's cool too. ❞

❝ Yeah but like, we're little shits by choice. He's a little shit out of hatred or spite or whatever the fuck fuels him to act like this. ❞

❝ I'm pretty sure my brain stopped working several times. ❞

❝ It's scandalous! I mean we're just SO wholesome and innocent. ❞

❝ People might start to think we're in love or something. ❞

❝ Getting kicked out of [location] sounds fun. ❞

❝ They are looking at me with their EYES. ❞

❝ . . . I've never seen that. ❞

❝ The trauma is half the fun. I'm just melodramatic. ❞

❝ Don't tell me how to breathe, mouth breather. ❞

❝ Why were you listening you fucking creature !? ❞

❝ Dude go to fucking therapy, I'm not even kidding. ❞

❝ I need to bleach my brain. ❞

❝ It was for safety purposes you nasty bastard! ❞

❝ Dishonor on you, gambling satan! ❞

❝ I don't know how you're still alive. ❞

❝ You call me the antichrist and accuse me of being pregnant at least three times per month. He gives me hugs and pizza. ❞

❝ No you're right, I set my expectations too high. ❞

❝ Why did you bet on THIS of all things oh my fucking god??? ❞

❝ Everyone's always like "[name] you have daddy issues" but I have no dad to have issues with so??? ❞

❝ I will beat you to death with your own limbs. ❞

❝ You Gary Busey lookin' bitch. ❞

❝ We have to watch you guys make bedroom eyes at each other all the time, we just want it to stop. ❞

❝ You use my horny behavior against me, it's only fair I get to use yours against you. ❞

❝ I have no sense of self preservation. It's why I get into so many fights. ❞

❝ Glad to know you approve of horrendously spiteful revenge tactics. ❞

❝ I may talk shit but I do worry about you. ❞

❝ Oh, I'm completely vile. I'm well aware. ❞

❝ At least I don't look like I got hit by a school bus because the driver thought you were a threat to the children on board. ❞

❝ Why are you the way that you are? I hate so much about the things you choose to be. ❞

❝ Well maybe you should, I don't know, talk to him about his trauma before you give him sex advice? Seems a bit out of order. ❞

❝ [name], don't touch my baby boy! ❞

❝ Did he drop kick my son !? ❞

❝ You told me you dropped [name/object] down the stairs, I do not trust you. ❞

❝ Say sike right now !! ❞

❝ Is this actually happening?? Am I having an aneurysm???? ❞

❝ I feel like this was a big accomplishment, we came out of this with no attempted murder. So it's a win. ❞

❝ Maybe we DO have the power of god and anime on our side. ❞

❝ I don't know if I trust you two drinking around each other. ❞

❝ I said behave oh my fucking god. ❞

❝ Do it for Voltron! ❞

❝ You like [food/brand/name], you clearly have no taste. ❞

❝ No breaking of the sacred pinky oath! ❞

❝ That was so stupid, but thanks for the attempted save. ❞

❝ I'm gonna hit you in the dick with a car while listening to the Power Rangers theme song, and I'm gonna have so much fun doing it, dickhead. ❞

❝ The rules are reasonable. The problem is that I am unreasonable and I know I will break them. ❞

[randoms-fandoms]

Hi :) would you mind doing a Zane x gn Reader where they’re just having a rough day and everything seems to be going wrong but he’s there to comfort them? If not that’s completely okay too :3 have a good day

(bonus points if it has PIX in it absolutely love her)

Of course! I love Pixal too <3

Warnings: food/eating mentions, minor injuries, bugs (spoilers you get stung by a bee)

Relationships: established Zane x gn reader

You had been looking forward to your date with Zane for a few weeks— it had been a while since your schedules had aligned so you could hang out together, and you missed him.

After you got out of bed, you immediately went to put on your clothes— getting dressed always helped you feel more awake. Thankfully you had prepared an outfit the night before! You had saved it specifically for this day.

After getting dressed, you went to your kitchen to make breakfast. You smiled, looking forward to a good meal. Having had an early dinner the night before, you were pretty hungry.

It was understandably very disappointing to find out that you were out of bread, meaning you couldn’t have toast. Dang it… I’ll just fry an egg.

As you waited for your egg to cook, you texted Zane. He always replied quickly; text notifications went straight to his display.

Good morning!

I’m excited to see you later :]

You grinned. You had been the one who taught him about emoticons, and as far as you knew, he only ever used them with you. It felt like a fun little inside joke.

You got so distracted thinking about Zane and re-reading his cute texts, that you didn’t notice when your egg was finished cooking. Not until you smelled it burning,

Panicking at the amount of wispy smoke coming from the small pan, you quickly tried to get it off the heat— but in your haste to move it, you burned your arm on the hot edge of the pan!

Exclaiming in pain, you dropped it to the stovetop and rushed over to the sink to run your arm under cold water.

Feeling tears form in your eyes at the scare— and the pain— you waited for your heartbeat to return to normal. You couldn’t help but think of Zane and his ice powers… he would help me if he was here.

Removing your arm from the stream of water, you frowned when you saw the thin reddish-pink line left on your forearm. It stung as soon as you took it out of the water, but you still needed to handle your egg.

You decided to eat it anyway, despite the fact that one side was burned and one side was runny. It wasn’t very good, but that didn’t matter— you were going to meet Zane at the park in just an hour!

Suddenly feeling thirsty, you decided to get a cup of water.

Pouring yourself a nice cold glass definitely cheered you up— But for some reason (who knows, maybe your hands were still shaking from the adrenaline rush of an injury), you managed to spill the entire cup all over yourself.

You took a deep breath. I am not going to let my day be ruined.

Looking through your clothes, you were immediately stricken with dread upon finding nothing you liked. You wanted to look good seeing Zane for the first time in weeks, but all your other favorites were probably in the wash— how unlucky.

You sighed, deciding to change into a pair of shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. It wasn’t terrible, but you never really liked the way the sleeves fit on that particular shirt. Oh well.

After drying off and changing, an alarm went off on your phone: leave for park!! You were already exhausted before you left the house, but you hoped it would all be worth it.

As you stepped out your front door, you got another notification on your phone:

I just found out Pixal is in town!

Do you mind if we hang out another time?

Your heart sank. Yes, I do mind. But you knew Pixal didn’t visit as often as Zane liked, and the two of them were best friends…

Frowning, you thought about what to say. Should I be honest? He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t care what I wanted, right?

Thinking of a solution, you quickly typed out your response:

Can we all hang out together?

Good idea! see you soon!

Sighing with relief, you were glad that problem had been fixed. You didn’t know what you would have done all day if Zane really cancelled on your date.

As you walked down the street on the way to Ninjago City Park, you admired the clouds in the sky. They were white and fluffy, like cotton candy. I wonder if vanilla flavored cotton candy exists?

You were suddenly broken out of your thoughts as you tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. As you fell forward, you managed to catch yourself, but that didn’t stop you from bruising and scraping both your knees and hands. Ow…

You quickly stood up, hoping no one had seen you fall, and wiped your hands on your shirt, accidentally smudging dirt on the front. You hoped Zane and Pixal wouldn’t notice.

Humiliated by the fall, you walked the rest of the few blocks to the park with your hands in your pockets, staring at the ground. Your scraped knees hurt with every step, and at this point you really didn’t want to be out and about at all.

“Hey, over here!” Zane’s cheerful robotic voice called from a little ways down the street. He stood at the park entrance with Pixal, waiting for you.

You smiled at your friends and quickened your pace. “Hi guys,” you said, relieved to finally have met up. You gave Zane a hug, and he nearly lifted you off your feet hugging you back.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” Pixal said, also giving you a quick hug. “How are things?”

Things weren’t that great, to be honest. Both in general and that morning— but you didn’t want to overshare, so you kept it to a polite “Good, how about you?”

As the three of you began walking towards the pond in the middle of the park, Pixal told you and Zane about her recent endeavors— she had been working on customizing a motorcycle for herself! You thought that was a really cool project, and were distracted from your bad day for a few minutes.

“Let’s take a shortcut across the grass,” Zane suggested, pointing through some sparse trees to where the pond was.

That would have been a great idea, if not for the yellow jackets that had taken up residence in the ground nearby— it was initially Pixal who stepped on their tunnel, angering a few of the insects, and they ended up stinging you instead.

“Ow!” You shouted, quickly smacking away the bugs. You were embarrassed about yelling, but it hurt! You rolled up your sleeve to see the stings on your hand and wrist better. They were already swelling up. You frowned.

“Are you okay?” Zane asked, concern laced in his voice. He carefully took your wrist in his hand, using his ice powers to chill a few of his gloved fingers to help numb the pain.

You frowned, tears gathering in your eyes for the second time that day. “…No.”

“What happened to your arm?” Pixal pointed out the burn.

You sniffed, trying to keep from crying— everything hurt, and you were just having a terrible day… “Burned it making breakfast.” You replied sadly.

“Let’s go sit down,” Zane offered, holding your hand and guiding you the rest of the way to the water, where there was a nice bench in the shade.

As you approached the pond, you slipped in the mud, and fell down, getting mud all over your shorts and shoes. “Ugh, this is the worst day ever!” You finally gave in and complained.

Zane helped you stand up and sit on the bench. “What’s going on?”

You told him and Pixal everything that happened that morning. Zane nodded along sympathetically, holding your hand and letting you vent.

Pixal took out the first aid kit she always carried in her backpack and, with your permission, helped you clean up and bandage the scrapes on your knees.

“Thanks, Pixal.” You said, sighing. “I’m sorry for ruining our day out.”

“It’s not your fault,” Pixal replied as she stood up. “I promise we’re not upset.”

Zane nodded. “And if you want, we could go back to the Bounty and have a day in instead!”

You imagined relaxing comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, maybe watching a movie or playing games with Zane and Pixal— that’s a good idea. “Can we?”

“Of course!” Zane said with a smile.

After that, your day turned out to be pretty good.

A/N: i hope you enjoyed this! Zane and Pixal are the best :)

[giggly-squiggily]

Umm, who hurt you?! What was your reason for dropping that on us?! Wow now I got to go and read ChiKuni fluff

Blue Lock hurt me- they know what they did :;) KJKJERkjaerkjekjkjarkjar It was a thing building up, I swear! That last episode...

Speaking of- I DO have a cute Kunigiri headcanon I've shared with a friend before that I'm gonna share with y'all now :D Under the cut for length!

-Okay so: Birthdays. I know in the most realistic canon situation Blue Lock is most likely taking the course of a school semester at best given how quick the matches are with only like- a few days between. (Exception being conditioning periods where they train between selections I believe those take around 6-8 weeks or whatever) but like- here me out.

-Birthdays honestly freaking suck in Blue Lock. It's not so much they're forgotten but rather unless it falls around or on a major holiday, you're stuck there for it. Yes, if you have the points built up you could leave for the day, but it also heavily factors in where you live in comparison to where Blue Lock that makes you wonder if taking the day is even worth it.

-That's kinda Kunigami's problem; his birthday doesn't fall around any vacation time, and he town he lives a good half-day out from the Blue Lock facility so even if he were to use his points to go home, there wouldn't be much of a celebration let alone reunion. He decides to help spare him the heartache to just pretend it doesn't exist.

-And for the most part- it works. No one knows his birthday's coming up and that's how he wants it to be. No one but a certain redhead that is. The thing is- Kunigami made the mistake of mentioning it what feels like a lifetime ago when they all first met. It was part of the whole "Introduce yourself" game they did and that was one of the prompts. Chigiri committed it to memory just because (not because he had a major crush on the ginger before he even knew his name- nope not at all what are you talking about?)

-So the day is here and Chigiri's just: "It's Kunigami's birthday holy-" Of course he doesn't say it outloud yet; it'd ruin the surprise if Kunigami knew he knew. He waits until the Hero's out of the room and in the process of showering before calling a small meeting among Team Z about the day. It's a collective gasp of "His birthday's TODAY?" followed by "Shhhh, not so loud!"s and "What do we do?"s. Thankfully, Chigiri's already got an idea.

-Two groups are made: Team keep the hero distracted and team set up the surprise. The first half is fairly easy; Raichi when desired is rather good at keeping Kunigami busy; lots of "Bet I could beat you in his" and "Is that all your made of?"s. If he can't keep him at bay, the others will. Meanwhile, Chigiri and Isagi cash in points to go out the morning. Naturally they have to tell either Anki or Ego where they're going, but that's also part of the plan cause they need them.

-To their good fortune, Anki absolutely loves the idea Chigiri had in mind and helps them out both financially and with the super important part of their plan. She's getting it all going while Chigiri and Isagi head to the nearest convenient store, getting the last of what's needed ready.

-By the time everything is set up, Kunigami's in the shower exhausted. He worked extra hard today due to the strange competitiveness of his teammates- maybe they realized he was down and tried distracting him? He kinda shrugs it off and heads out fully dressed-

-SURPRISE! He almost has a heart attack when the team screams at him. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The room was decorated with little party things they could find, their makeshift table a combination of convenient store goodies and hearty meals from the cafeteria. Among it all's a humble little cake with "Happy Birthday, Hero" sprawled across it (clearly in Iemon's handwriting- he's got the best in the room). A phone's playing music in the corner and everyone's got party hats because why not? He's so touched by the gesture he almost cries.

-And the party is going really well! They're all snacking and laughing, ribbing Kunigami some for not telling them, just having a great vibe all around. No one will say who's idea it was- though our Hero's got a guess.

-Then the real kicker happens. Ego's face comes up on the screen and everyone's just: "???" Until he's all: "Kunigami Rensuke, a message came for you." Before he fades out and the screen is replaced by-

-"Happy birthday Rensuke!" It's a video message from his parents! Instant tears, Kunigami's got his sweatshirt sleeve pressed against his mouth as his parents wish him a good day and remind him that they love him and miss him. They tell him how proud they are of him and what he's doing, and it's just sappy and sweet. His sisters come on next and it's even more teary when his oldest goes "Take home the gold, striker hero." And his baby sister with her little tooth gap and massive grin is waving at him with both hands going "We love you, Ren!"

-By the time the video is over the room's a mess- some more weepy than other's especially at how touched Kunigami is by it all. Isagi's joking about "It's his party, he'll cry if he wants to!" while barely fighting his own tears back and Raichi's mumbling something about onions and the room's laughing once more cause they're all just so happy for the ginger.

-It's much later in the night when Kunigami puts two and two together. He goes out to the cafeteria cause that's where he saw him go, finding the team princess filling his water bottle up and yawning sleepily after a day full of adventure. He doesn't get a chance to even greet him before Kunigami envelops him in a hug, all but lifting him off the ground. "You did all that for me."

-"It was a group effort." Chigiri says automatically, voice muffled against the warm fabric of Kunigami's sweatshirt. It's nice though, and he's suddenly hyper aware of the fact the hero smells nice and has equal parts muscle and squish along his body that feel really good to lay against and could easily pick him up and- oops he's crushing bad again.

-"I was just gonna pretend it didn't exist, my birthday." Kunigami lets him go some, eyes misty and smile so warm and kind it melt Chigiri almost immediately. "How'd you know?"

-"I guess a princess remembers his hero's special day." Chigiri just kinda shrugs but feels so stupid and cheesy with that line that he gets all embarrassed but Kunigami's living for it and hugs him again. "I know I've said this already but...happy birthday, hero."

-And Kunigami reaches out and brushes Chigiri's hair out of his face with such gentle fingers before he asks: "Thanks...hey, could I be selfish and ask for one more gift on my birthday?"

-"Sure, go for it." Chigiri doesn't know if it's midnight or not- he doesn't really care at this point.

-"Could I....could I kiss you?" He's so shy asking and Chigiri's over the moon with how bad he just wants to grab his collar and smash their faces together right now but he's gonna play it cool and make it special- fuck it.

-Some self restraint is used- Chigiri doesn't smash their faces together but he's not wasting time with slow beats either. It's like receiving a tall cold glass of water after a long hot summer day how amazing it felt to finally FINALLY kiss him. And Kunigami clearly feels the same when he's grabbing him by the waist and pulling him against him like he's the only thing keeping him leveled in a world without gravity. When they pull away, Chigiri's flushed and grinning and says against his lips "Nice enough of a gift, hero?"

-"Oh yes- can we do it again, princess?" And that's how their night goes, just two boys falling in love with each other under the cool lights of the cafeteria, water bottle forgotten and not a care in the world who walks in or is watching them in that moment.

Thanks for reading!

[drpeppertummy]

[post-stuffing tummyache, emotional anguish]

Everybody was at the beach that afternoon except for Sunny. Sunny, who had eaten far too much at lunch, had reluctantly opted not to go because he wasn't feeling well. Now, unlike the rest of his friends who were out having fun, he was curled up all alone in bed, feeling miserable. He looked sadly up at the clear blue sky through the window. It was a perfect day for the beach, and he'd gone and ruined it for himself. He buried his face in his pillow. The only thing he hated more than being left out was being left out by his own fault. He felt awful, and his upset tummy wasn't helping.

Sunny turned onto his back and looked down at his bloated tummy. It bulged out uncomfortably, gurgling as it struggled to digest the enormous greasy mess he'd wolfed down earlier. The group had gone to the diner for lunch before heading off to the beach. Laurie had warned him not to eat too much, but Sunny, who had gone in absolutely ravenous, left with a massive lunch of fried seafood, coleslaw, fries, and mozzarella sticks crammed into his small stomach. His reasoning at the time was that it wouldn't have heated up well, but he regretted not listening. He'd rather have paid the price of dried-out leftovers for a happy tummy and a fun day out with his friends. Now, the meal sat like a heavy, greasy boulder in his stomach, and he felt bloated and queasy. He rested his hands on his belly and stared glumly up at the ceiling.

As he lay there, Sunny contemplated the pros and cons of a can of ginger ale. It sounded good, but he wasn't sure whether his already bloated stomach would appreciate it. There was also ginger tea--Laurie, knowing his habits, had kindly gifted him a box--but it didn't sound quite as refreshing. There was no relief quite like an ice cold ginger ale, but the tea would be more soothing. His belly gurgled pitifully. Sighing, he pushed himself upright and got out of bed.

Sunny slowly made his way into the kitchen, still pondering the beverage issue. He felt heavy and sluggish, entirely unlike his usual energetic self. There was already a can of ginger ale in the fridge. Making tea would require effort and patience. He chose the ginger ale.

Rubbing his aching tummy, Sunny trudged to his ratty old couch and sat down. He opened his ginger ale and turned on the TV. The first sip, at least, was exactly the sensation he'd been craving, cold and fizzy and soothing. He just hoped the bubbles wouldn't bloat him up even more. Even after taking some time to digest, his stomach still felt tight and overstuffed. He flipped through the channels, looking for something to distract himself, but all he could think about was how much fun everybody was having without him. The longer he thought about it, in fact, the more he wondered if they were having even more fun than they would've had if he was there. Sunny was well aware of what a pain he could be, and he often laughed it off. Once in a while, though, he couldn't help thinking that his friends would surely be happier if they'd never met him.

Sunny gave up on the TV and switched it off again. He set his ginger ale down on the coffee table and curled up against the arm of the couch, feeling utterly miserable. The room was silent apart from the birds chirping outside and the occasional queasy gurgle of his belly. He felt one bubbling up inside him and burped. It relieved a little bit of the pressure, but not much. He started to reach out for the ginger ale, then let his arm fall limply back into place. It didn't seem worth the effort anymore.

As he sat there sinking deeper and deeper into his bad mood, Sunny was startled by a sudden knock at the door. He jumped a little, and his stomach let out a distraught groan as its contents shifted. For a moment he thought about standing to answer it, but he didn't want to move.

"It's open," he called. It occurred to him that this wasn't the wisest response to a mysterious knock at the door, but if somebody decided to come in and knock him out, maybe it would be for the better. He didn't want to upset his tummy further by getting up, anyway. When the door opened, however, he was surprised to see Laurie, with the rest of the crew behind her.

"What're you guys doin' here? I thought you were staying at the beach all day," he said, confused.

"We came to see you, dummy!" Laurie sat down beside him. "It's not as fun when you're not there. How's your belly?" Sunny looked up at her, touched and surprised.

"Um, a little better…wait, really?"

"Huh? Yeah!"

"Dude, you're like, the life of the party," said Dave.

"Yeah, it's not half as fun without you," agreed Carrie. "I mean, who else is gonna make Laurie laugh Pepsi out her nose? Me? Fat chance! She doesn't even like my jokes."

"Huh." Sunny sat for a moment, considering this information. "Well, sitting here isn't as fun without you guys either."

"I'll bet," laughed Carrie, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Dave brought some DVDs, if you're up for a movie. They look a little questionable."

"Sure!" Sunny perked up a little. "I got popcorn if you guys want some. And chocolate milk. Y'know, all the food groups."

The group squeezed onto the couch together with their snacks. Gray, the biggest of the bunch, had pulled Sunny--the smallest--onto his lap to make room, and he sat with his hands folded over his friend's sore tummy. Sunny, as much as he wanted to watch the old Pakistani vampire movie Dave had put on, was growing increasingly drowsy. Gray's warm hands were comforting, and his stomachache was finally beginning to subside. He yawned. Gray gave his tummy a gentle rub.

"You guys really are the best," he said quietly during a lull in the action. "You didn't have to ditch the beach to come hang around over here."

"We didn't, but it seemed like the better option," said Wendy. "The beach with just the five of us is fine, but it's better when we're all together."

"That, and it's hard to have fun thinking about you sitting here all pitiful," grinned Laurie, tousling his hair. He smiled back at her.

[merakiui]

omg stalker jade who’s living inside your home is such a scary thought…GOOD, but scary. i have such bad adhd and memory issues that i already forget things regularly, like what i just did yesterday or even just a minute prior. it’d almost be too easy for him. do you think he’d step his game up after a while? whenever things start to get too boring so he decides to play a game of just how much can he get away with before his housemate notices? i think he could pull it off, he’s certainly careful enough to hide his tracks again, and really—who’s going to actually believe there’s someone living inside their home without their knowing?

It's so easy, especially if you're busy or have trouble remembering things like whether you did the dishes, took the trash out, made your bed, and so on. Each of those tasks are simple and not truly worth remembering, which makes it all the more easier for Jade to live alongside you and you'll never know. He's best described as the monster under your bed, both literally and metaphorically. He'll lie under your bed and stare at your arm or leg as it dangles over the edge of the bed. He could reach out and hold it for himself, bring your finger to his lips and bite down hard enough to wake you—perhaps even sever your finger entirely; the jaw is monstrously strong, after all. But instead he just watches and waits, shrouded in darkness.

When you're out of the house (either to run errands, to attend classes, to meet up with friends, etc), he roams inside, cooking a meal for himself, tidying up certain places you don't pay much mind, going through your toiletries to see what soap scents you use, putting your toothbrush in his mouth to pretend it's a kiss, however eerily indirect it may be, and even lying on your bed to surround himself with your scent. He's careful to avoid standing near windows in case any neighbors see and make a comment to you, and he rarely goes outside unless he absolutely must. If anyone ever catches him and asks, he'll simply tell them he's a friend, a boyfriend, a housemate—whatever sounds best in that situation.

Jade is very daring at night. He'll stand over you in the darkness, sometimes leaning down to press a fleeting kiss to your forehead or the corners of your lips. When you shift and stir, making the cutest and sleepiest groans and whimpers, he can't help but look on fondly. He could hurt you while you're in such a vulnerable state, but there's no fun in ruining a good thing.

He likes to misplace some of your items (a key, your phone, headphones, an accessory you really like, etc) and watch you scramble in a panic to find them. If you believe in the paranormal, you might mistake these happenings for a particular mischievous ghost (or your own forgetful nature if you have a tendency to misplace items). Oh, you couldn't be further from the truth. What makes this entire game so fun—yes, he views everything he's doing to you (tormenting you) as a game to cure his boredom—is that you haven't suspected him yet and he's been here for months now. Months of toying with you in little, unimportant ways. Months of peeling the shower curtain away when your back is turned and eyes closed. Months of watching you through the crack in the closet doors to see you when you're most comfortable. Months of eating your food, sleeping in your bed when you're not home, washing with your soaps, going through your belongings, finding all of the secret pleasures you like to keep hidden in drawers.

You'll probably never know he's there until it's too late and you finally get to meet your secret housemate when he's chasing you through dark, shadowed halls.