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FEMALE BG3 CHARACTERS EATING OUT F!READER +18

characters included: karlach, shadowheart, lae’zel, minthara

MALE BG3 CHARACTERS

SHADOWHEART

okay i LOVE the idea of overeager inexperienced shadowheart like it’s SO hot……

she’s a little aggressive and all over the place but she DOES NOT CARE 😹😹

she also gives me selfish vibes, so if she’s eating you out she’s doing it solely for her OWN enjoyment LMAO

loves to tell you to hold still or to be quiet, that way when you slip up she can degrade you

“shut up, you sound like a whore” or “squirming already? how pathetic” she is MEAN

will also knead your tits the whole time. not softly either— it will make you gasp and that’s exactly why she does it 😹😹

prefers to have your hands bound above your head so you can’t touch her. she likes seeing how frustrated you get when you can’t pull on her hair/move closer when she teases

will spit on it. and she will hold eye contact with you while you watch as it drips from her mouth onto your pussy

gets SO wet from eating you out

she will reach between her legs every once in a while to touch herself because she gets so worked up

sometimes she’ll get too distracted in her own pleasure and just start whimpering/panting into your pussy

if she doesn’t already finish before you then she’ll IMMEDIATELY want you to return the favor

KARLACH

she aims to PLEASE

you WILL be having a life changing orgasm every time. no 3 second O’s over here baby 😹😹

she can tell when you’re close and adjusts her pace to make you hold off for just a littleee longer (a lot longer)

wishes she could live in between your legs. obsessed with the way you smell and taste so much

likes when you start telling her what to do— she is more than happy to do what you want because of how badly she wants to watch you come apart

grab her by the horns and move her where you want and she’ll moan

will dig her nails (claws?) into your thighs occasionally, not because she wants to hurt you but because she gets so into it

if she leaves marks she’ll make sure to kiss them better 💗

the more of a reaction you give her the more her tail thrashes around excitedly. it has a mind of its own honestly 😹😹

speaks almost exclusively in praise and reassurance. “you’re being so patient for me”, “don’t worry— mama’s gonna take good care of you”

LOVES having your thighs over her shoulders and against her head/ears. also likes that she can feel every involuntary twitch and tremor of your legs on her back

lowkey likes when she can still smell you on her top lip afterwards LMAO 😹😹

MINTHARA

you would think she’d be aggressive and mean but i think she’s lowkey pretty sensual? still very stern though. very much giving mommy dom vibes

EXPERIENCED. she knows what she’s doing and you can tell

will make you BEG !!!!!!

teases you with her tongue until you are whimpering and crying for her. needs to see you fully submit before she gives you what you want

you need to be aware of how lucky you are that she wants to do this. she doesn’t give head to just anyone

will always encourage you to be loud. if she notices that you’re suppressing your voice she’ll pull away— she needs to be able to hear you otherwise she feels like it’s not worth it 😹😹

can be really sweet in subtle ways. will kiss your pussy/inner thighs occasionally or absentmindedly run her thumb over your skin

also if you reach out to hold her hand she’ll give it to you without hesitation

her tone when she talks to you is almost condescending. she thinks it’s kind of pathetic how badly you need her. but she loves it

“your eagerness to give in to me is pitiful”, “you’re a greedy little thing”

sometimes she’ll hum/groan into your pussy with her low, raspy voice and it’s so 😩

will kiss you while/after you come so you taste yourself. with LOTS of tongue

LAE’ZEL

y’all are not going to want to hear this but i get pillow princess vibes from lae’zel LMFAO

i think she defaults to the receiving end so her eating you out is something you have to initiate. she WILL do it though

she has the most perfect, pouty lips for eating pussy. they’re so soft and plump 🥵

LOVES when u pull her hair. she tries to hold back her moans but if you do it enough she’ll eventually give up lol

a glutton for praise— she needs the reassurance that she’s doing a good job. she can’t stand the thought of not being perfect at something 😹😹

will want you to hold your thighs up towards your stomach so you’re as spread open as possible lol. that way she can tease your hole easier. also she just thinks it’s hot

loves the way your thighs look in that position. will run her hands over them a lot. usually pretty roughly

likes to use her fingers while she eats you out too. just overall really handsy

REALLY possessive over your body, but especially your pussy. she seriously worships it

doesn’t really talk a lot, mostly just groaning/growly type noises. will occasionally say something like “you’re mine” or “you belong to me”

gets sooo excited when she can tell you’re about to cum lmao she watches you SO intently with her big doe eyes. she has no idea how cute she looks (don’t tell her or she’ll get flustered 😹😹)

smugly waits for you to tell her how amazing it was afterwards

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Kinknuary Day 8: Thighfucking

Pairing: Kep1er Mashiro x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,586

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Love can be faux and genuine, as well as how greedy and fluttering romance can be—well, that’s what you believe and no one can brush it off your mind. Maybe, at least, not from her attempts of persuasion that she made you this way but, it’s the way you view things—so contradictory but hell, you can’t be blamed for believing this, probably an earlier heartbreak could be the cause.

“It’s not that easy, Shiro—you should’ve known the story better—”

“Well, I’m just giving you some advice and my thoughts about the situation—no harsh feelings, I swear!”

“Yeah, you do…” You closed your eyes as the bitterness of the alcohol was getting through you, feeling that burning sensation was too strong, strong enough to maybe forget what happened but it’s just making everything painful. Mashiro sends off a glare as she clicks her tongue of dismay, disapproving of your ways of approaching the situation.

“Look, she’s not going to just ditch you for a reason—maybe she’s just genuinely mad or something! Don’t you just want to talk to her and work this out?”

You laughed at her current suggestion as the pain inside you voiced out such hints of depressive emotions, “If it’s that easy, Shiro…”

As you’re about to take that another gulp of alcohol, Mashiro hits your hand with a furious demeanor (you’ll probably call it an adorable expression since she’s pretty much the epitome of it, in anything she do), not really having the fact that you’re trying to get wasted because of such pain in your heart.

“And alcohol’s not always the answer…”

“You don’t get it, Shiro.” You let out a deep sigh as your vexed emotions are starting to have a hit on you. Feeling genuinely concerned for you, Mashiro then looks at your eyes as her glowing orbs are trying to ignite the fire of delight that once invaded your heart.

“That’s why I’m here for you, as always.” Mashiro caresses your cheeks as she tries to comfort and reassure you and with her genuine attempts of making you feel loved, you can’t help but emanate such a faint smile, voicing out your gratefulness for Mashiro, in all times, even at both your lowest points, she always choose to comfort you first rather than herself and with that, you can’t help but think if you’re worth being such a good friend of hers.

She’s too down-to-earth and selfless, something you’d want to yourself but can’t help but path the opposite and that’s why you’re grateful for meeting such a lovely, thoughtful girl like Mashiro.

She’s built like no other and you can’t help but feel butterflies, the best ones, in a while…

“If you want, I can talk to her so the both of you can make this up—”

“No, Shiro—it’s our problem. You don’t really need to interfere—”

“But I want to help!” Mashiro yelled with hurt and anger filled in every emotion as she sheds a tear, feeling really genuine to not let his friend go to another depressive state and wanting your relationship to end just because of sheer stupidity and selfishness. “I d-don’t want you to feel shitty ever again—you mean a lot to me and it breaks me down when you’re down too, so, please…”

You close your eyes as you fight the emotions that've been battling around your body. It’s a quarrel, a conflict of love between the both of you and she shouldn’t be meddling between the both of you but when she’s shedding a tear, on her lowest and willing to truly help you, you can’t say no but you need to and there’s one thing you need to do to stop this melancholy.

An audible murmur can be heard as she was caught off-guard with your lips latching onto hers. In your whole life, right from the start that you knew her until now, you never shared such intimacy and hotness with Mashiro, but that streak ends now as you indulge with the taste of luscious lips and Mashiro further reciprocates with deepening the kiss. You don’t know if this is love or romance but one thing’s for sure, it’s all genuine and that’s what really matters. It didn’t take long before the both of you closed your eyes and let it all be felt coursing to your veins. It was lovely, affectionate and at the same time, wrong. 

There wasn’t anything wrong, maybe just unorthodox in your own words but nonetheless, you both love it and there’s no one holding you back.

There wasn’t any leverage to deepen the kiss if oxygen was lacking within your body, so, after a hot minute of sharing a kiss with Mashiro, you involuntarily pulled away from the warm embrace of it, gasping for air as you faintly smiled at her, feeling butterflies from the kiss.

“Gosh, I’m s-sorry, Shiro—I c-can’t help it—”

“Don’t—” Mashiro’s expression was stern as she didn't want any apologies coming out of your mouth because she seriously meant the reciprocation of the kiss.

“What d-do you mean “Don’t.”?”

She didn’t answer but rather, her lips spoke the actions clearer as such acts are better than words. Further indulging onto the intimate kiss, again, you directed your hands onto the back of waist as the resurgence of need instantly fueled you onto the enamored oblivion of your now so-called definition of ‘love’. It didn’t just stay there, because with tongues battling for dominance as a starting action on this show, you demonstrate such skillful acts of dance towards Mashiro and she took this as hint of stride as she fixes her position and further submit onto such lustful acts of dominance as not so long after, the both of you pulled out again, in need of better respiration. It wasn’t such a detachment that was thoroughly distant against each other because the both of you still peck each other’s lips as the both of you voiced out your frustrations and emotions that you’ve long shackled since day one.

“You c-can’t be this oblivious—hah…”

“And I’m so fucking stupid for not knowing anything genuine, Mashiro—do I even deserve you?”

“Shut up—” Mashiro did it herself as she invaded the caldera of your mouth with another intimate kiss but it didn’t last very long, as she opted for more ways and possible propositions you wanted to do with her. 

Everything happened way too quick but honestly, that was just the tip of the iceberg because you really felt surprised (mostly her since you’re the one who initiated the sudden kiss) and the peculiar feeling of love. You never knew how much she sparked you with her charms and affection because you were too oblivious to know anything besides just seeing her as a friend.

You still love her but Mashiro—it’s goddamn difficult to choose but you can’t be arsed to really think about her when Mashiro’s now clouding your whole mind and with a given conclusion (for now), you averted all of your attention to her only.

Maybe it’s time for another bewildering awakening…

“You kiss me really good…”

“Did I? I w-wasn’t even sure—”

Mashiro shuts you up with her index finger laying down your lips, silencing you for such loathing remarks that she hates to hear. “Say something like that again and I’ll punch you.”

You scoff and laugh a little, her sarcastic attempts at being aggressive is so adorable that you want to kiss her again and show how much you loved it. “Okay, Shiro—I’m sorry, hah. You’re a great kisser too, honestly—I’m sorry, I’m just new to this f-feeling.”

She can hear you tremble because of such nervousness and honestly, she understands you because she’s in the same boat with you—her lips trembling in delight after such intimate kisses shows how much serotonin coursed over her body too that she doesn’t know what to really feel either. Blushing from your earlier compliments, she covered her face as she did so, knowing how she’s feeling a little embarrassed being complimented, especially by you. Even with how wholesome this is going, you can’t help but imagine the lustful fantasies you could with her but it’s only a matter of time until you—

“B-but can I confess something t-to you?” You got all of your ears and eyes on her, giving her the green light with a simple ‘yes’ as she proceeds with her wants.

“I wanted to do something but I don’t know if you want to do it…”

If this is what you think it is, then this is the time, a preferably lucky jackpot that you’ve wanting for so long—

“Go on, Shiro—no matter what can that be, I’m all ears—”

“I—you—I w-want to su—”

“Suck me off?”

Mashiro, stunned with your predictive advancements, gasped almost inaudibly as her mouth hung agape from your vulgar words in which, she didn’t mind because that’s exactly what she’s thinking off and it was a gamble—you didn’t want to end this note as Mashiro becomes uncomfortable with you but that’s not really the case because if people knew how she’s much more open about these sexual desires, then they’ll never look the same way like ever before.

Now, it’s not just going to stay in her imagination, let alone viewing it on such blue, pixelated screens and it’s just about time for everything to be in reality.

“H-how did you know?”

“Maybe you’re too readable—I can sense it, Shiro. I know you well, too.”

Mashiro was a bit caught off-guard with that but nonetheless, she trusts you so, she became open and wanted to try it out and maybe even more.

“But you wanted this, don’t y-you?”

The both of you didn’t mind anything as the spacious rooftop allows so much things to be let out, even with the most sinful profanities you had in mind but that (most of it), will be directed towards discomfort, which is the last thing you’d want. Now, pinning her onto the concrete wall as you swivel and repositioned yourself onto the more dominating spot of the act, you smirked as you set yourself on an answer that’ll rock her world: “More than anything, Shiro—I’ve always wanted to know how it’ll feel inside your possibly tight mouth.”

With such hot and erotic words escaping your mouth and the things happening escalating quicker than what she expected it to be, she can’t help but bite her bottom lip and let out needy whines that further puts salt onto the wound of lust. With how great she felt when kissing you, you can’t possibly brush off the fact that her mouth will possibly feel great on your length too but don’t let this be settled just on your imagination—make it a reality you can possess and cherish.

“Kneel down, Shiro—” You quickly unbuttoned your pants as she helped you with that, her hands doing such a magnificent job at it as all you can just sense is the cold air permeating your skin. As soon as your last restraint was about to be undressed and on your ankles, you knew the show would soon be starting and with one, swift motion, it was all off.

Kneeling down (she didn’t mind the cold concrete of the rooftop as her focus is now fully averted onto your erecting shaft), she traces her fingers from base up to the tip, leaving a tingle of an electric charge that makes you moan in sensitivity and delight. Her eyes traced your shaft, every inch of it as admiration was evident on her glowing orbs and it’s just going to get better than this. 

“T-this was way better and weirder than I expected.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this, probably…”

And now, she succumbed to her biggest anticipation—your cock, inside her mouth and instantly, she gagged as she took the whole length inside her tight cavern, making her eject out of it and coughed a little.

“Y-you didn’t need to do that, Shiro—don’t take it all, start with slow sucks and eventually gather the p-pace—oh god!”

She knew what would happen and rather, took that first attempt as a foolish remark from you and instantly, she hugged her plump lips around your tip as she bobbed her head with almost a stagnant pace and god, she’s surprisingly good at it. Maybe, don’t judge the book by its cover next time…

She lathers every inch of your throbbing length full of her saliva, not leaving any of it unsheathed with her drool as her tongue does wonders all over your mushroom tip, capable of sending such pleasure that earns the finest of moans from you, in which, made her flustered considering how she’s making you feel good. With such a gradually increasing pace and a wonderful manifestation of her skills, it actually made you love her even more as the sounds of her gags and deprivation makes everything even better. If you were to be fooled, you won’t even think it’s her first time because on how she’s sucks you off with care and intense pleasure—thanks to the suction of her mouth, it made everything completely off the charts and her lack of experience is evident with her serrated teeth coming over the way of scratching the skin but nonetheless she’s doing good (she’s trying her best not to hurt you even though hints of it are evident and unavoidable for now).

“God, how are you like—fuck—a-already doing good like this, Shiro?”

She took seconds to divert her attention away from your succulent shaft as she didn’t want the tempo to die soon but nonetheless, she pulled out of your saliva-filled length and responded, “Toys—I f-felt a little kinky and decided t-to really practiced a little…”

“Hah—no wonder why you’re sometimes acting strange, huh? Feeling exhausted randomly now I know why…”

Mashiro just brushed off your words as her mouth does such great work onto the wholeness of your shaft, despite only playing it safe and taking only half of it—you could just imagine how better she’s going to be if the both of you consider this as a frequent routine every week. In every stroke she does, it brings utmost pleasure to you as well as her talented mouth being the icing of the top of the cake and it’s just a wonderful sight to see. You could see the tears flowing down her cheeks as the constant gags she does was the reason and it just arouses you further—her sullied façade adding up to the arousing sight is such a fulfillment of wonder and sin. Her saliva makes everything a mess, scattered all over the vicinity of your shaft as this is just hot to handle but there’s no intention of stopping because neither party wanted anything to end so early and to be deprived immediately. It wasn’t long until you grab her head for leverage from the pleasure you’ve been experiencing as she grabs your hips for her own leverage onto better service. You’re not going to last long, you could already feel it and thankfully, she pulls out of your length with a pop that make your cock twitch, not to mention how the string of saliva being connected to her lips and onto your mouth makes the scene such epitome of such sexiness and seduction. As she’s about to let her warm lips be in contact with your length again, you stop her as you propose something to her.

“Don’t—I w-want to fuck you now, Shiro. You could taste my load anytime soon but not now.”

Of course, it’s not surprising that she didn’t like the thought that she didn’t get to finish you off all by herself as she also knows how vulnerable your defenses are—on the verge of cumming with nothing left to do but succumb onto it but thankfully, you fought it as you didn’t want this to be over.

“B-but I want to taste you, or make you paint my face—”

“But you’re insatiable, Shiro—I want to fuck you now, from behind.”

She knows how well she turned you on and you know how much she wants this even though she can define such hypocrisy laced between her words. The both of you know how much you need each other but not how much you want each other—and now with no one to stop you, this is everything you’ve been wanting to win and you're not going to lose anything anyway.

“Honestly, I’d want you to fuck me—I won’t turn that down but I’d want it somewhere else, for now.”

Now rising up on her feet, Mashiro wipes her knees as she faces you and whispered seductively, “I want you to fuck my thighs instead, since you’ve been eyeing on them since earlier.”

That is an offer you can’t turn down since her thighs are considerably one of her best features that you’d want to feast upon and worship, when given the time but honestly, you’d love to ram the possibly tight pussy but if that’s what Mashiro wants, then that’s what you need to attend to and fulfill it with no hesitation—you yourself adore the thought of fucking her thighs. Now facing the wall, her hands resting onto it and her back arched, it didn’t take long before you line up your saliva-sheathed cock between those pillowy muscles, submerging them into no-return.

“This could’ve been better on the window, Shiro.”

“Why though? Hah—that feels good…”

With such a sluggish pace, you can’t help but feel an incredible surge of pleasure as the softness of her thighs and the heat emanating between it (thank god she’s wearing a skirt so nothing became a struggle) aiding that long-awaited serotonin. Now hiking that skirt of hers right up to her waist, she yelped as the cold air brushed against her skin that made her more sensitive as your thrusts added up to that profound pleasure she’s experiencing. Even without the stimulation on her clit, she can’t help but feel great as the wetness of her folds are enough evidence as from time to time, you feel her nectar dripping down her thighs and onto your raging length.

Her thighs do wonders all over you and you can’t help but let out the most erotic moans in every oscillation your hips do. 

This is crazy but you’re an unstoppable force now as no one can make you hinder your carnal desires.

“God—you’re dripping already, Shiro? My dick must’ve turned you on so much, hm?”

Mashiro just can’t help but whimper in need between every second that has passed, almost ignoring you yet she’s not that girl that’ll fall deaf on her ears. “Y-you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this—even just in my thighs, you already feel good.”

With her encouraging words of lust, you can’t stop yourself from doing what’s been boggling your mind and with her cheeks presented all over your sight, you slapped her butt with a harsh spank as she yelped in response, the sudden surge of pleasure and pain contradicting what she's feeling right now.

“Fuck—why’d you slap me like that?”

“You don’t want it, Shiro? It’s okay, I won’t d—”

“I never said I didn’t like i-it—oh god, do it again, please!”

With your ruthless pace between her thighs are the constant harsh slaps that resonated around your ears, bringing music onto such lustful profanities that has been fueling you since the beginning, you can’t help but just maintain the tempo as there’s no point of stopping as Mashiro doesn’t even bother to even stop you as she herself, is now aiding for your pleasure and to reach your high as soon as possible. With her wiggling and thrusts of her pillowy butt and her thighs further amplifies the pace with such great trajectory, achieving a series of rough thrusts you never thought was possible and you’re loving every second of it.

“Y-yeah, Shiro—we should’ve done this somewhere that has a window—”

“For what?”

With your hands averting its attention towards her toned waist and to fix her hair in order for it to fall onto her left shoulder, you lean in and whisper another set of dirty thoughts that makes her enlightened, “Because I want them to know how much you’ll love this and when I cum, I’ll spray it all on the window and let you kneel down to taste it.”

Now Mashiro, being enlightened with such a kinky thought of yours, hints a bit of regret for not doing this somewhere as her imagination wildens with your lustful words, making her heat drip even more, aiding for more comfort and lubricant on your reckless length.

“Maybe even do i-it on a mirror, so you could also see my face when you thrust on my thighs.”

“Even going to be better if it’s in your pussy but fuck, Shiro—that’s hot and shit—I’m not going to last that long, t-too—shit!”

That is a hot scene probably urging you to even fuel your thighfuck kink but the inevitable will soon come, ending your masterclass and the long-lived pleasure that has been coursing through your veins. She sensed it too as your constant throbbing can be felt between her thighs and to further chase your orgasm, she clamped her thighs even tighter around your rock-hard cock as she moans for you, voicing out your incredible work of sin and to fuel you even more—not to mention her hands constants touching her breasts in order to stimulate herself and earn some pleasure too. With constant spanks, your mouth marking her nape and peppering it with kisses, it wasn’t long until you achieved the desired promised land and within a single blink, you let everything out. 

She wiggle her thighs, massaging your orgasmic sensation as every spurt lets out such angelic moans coming out of your mouth as this is such an experience to behold and cherish. Even though your cum was such a waste considering how you just sprayed the concrete wall instead of maybe letting herself taste your succulent, long-awaited seed but nonetheless, it was an euphoric experience you’ll never forget and with such exhaustion, you pulled out of the valley of her thick, meaty thighs as she turned around, and initiated another kiss as she felt delightful with her needs sustained by you.

“Fuck—I’m sorry ‘bout that, Shiro. I can’t help it and I should’ve let you taste it—”

“No, it’s fine, honestly. I never thought a real cock would feel that good, and it feels kinda weird but good too.”

You laughed as you caressed her hair, emanating a smile that became contagious as you reassured her, “We’ll probably get used to this but for now, I think we need to get out of here…”

Mashiro realizes that the both of you are somewhat, still in a public place as you dressed your bottom-half up and hurriedly fixed yourselves as you prepare to come down and to do such things the both of you had been longing for.

What day to remember, this is… and it’s still not done as the night is still young…

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“Fuck, baby—go harder on my thighs!”

“Of course, Shiro—fuck, you’re so hot…”

And it was later fulfilled as the both of you became so derived onto the profound lust earlier that you needed to attend to each other’s needs again, and this time, it’s better since everything is just going according to plan.

Just as how the both of you liked it: against the mirror, Mashiro’s back arched as you fuck her thighs recklessly from behind and as the cherry on top, her ahegao face and her expression that further sends your arousal into oblivion. The pace was incredibly and pleasurably fast, executed with such techniques that furthers makes the best for the both of you and not just some any dumb and fast ones—the further alteration of fast strokes and then succumbing onto a sluggish pace is what makes this better.

Mashiro’s cheeks are now filled with your handprints, skin’s a shade of a familiar rosy hue as every spanks delivers such erotic moans right from her mouth. She was now long-lost with your control, fully submitting onto her own animalistic urges as she encourages you onto upping the pace, to further chase another orgasm. She squeezes her thighs oh-so-tightly around your cock, suffocating it and giving you the maximum pleasure you could attain and probably, foreshadowing the possible tightness of her pussy in which, will be attended in no time but for now, you gotta let her know how great your hips are when ensuing such mind-blowing thrusts.

The constant rhythmic contact of your skin orchestrate such genre of music that no one could possibly define, maybe close as an erotic soundtrack but it’s more—it’s a state of bliss; a lustful trance to treasure and succumb into and you’re just onto that trance with no point of turning back.

There wasn't much talking (more of just moans, groans and whines) as actions speak louder than words, the oscillation of your hips manifesting such divine bliss that benefits the both of you and your needs. You could definitely feel how close you are, again and no one can blame you because with these godlike, perfectly-thick thighs and the softness of it can make anyone succumb onto it and shower it with affection because of how perfectly sculpted it is. Gladly, you’re the only one who can utilize this gift and you’re not planning on giving it away—only you.

“F-fuck, Shiro—I’m going to cum, again—fuck!”

“Spray it all over the mirror, baby. Come on, cum for me—blow your thick, creamy load all over my thick thighs and onto the mirror, please—please cum—”

With your harsh grip on her hips and one, last harsh spank, you bury your whole length onto the warm valley of her thighs as you erupt multiple shots of semen onto the mirror, making it splatter all over the reflective object as it drips down eventually. Without even commanding her to kneel down, she does it ahead of what you’re thinking, as she seductively swirl and lick her tongue all over it, collecting every semen sample on the mirror and not wasting anything, not even a single drop. With her half-naked body knelt down, licking the mirror clean like she’s not having enough of a five-star meal and licking her plate for further conclusive delightment and that alone, makes you throb even more. After she’s done, she stood up and then showed her tongue that was filled with cum and will one, single gulp, it was all gone and now onto her stomach.

“Fuck—that tasted good, baby.”

Smiling from her complimentary advances, she’s missing one thing and you’re more likely to address it now, knowing she’ll ultimately fulfill what you’re going to command her.

“Don’t you mind cleaning my cock?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. I’m dying to taste your delicious dick, again.”

She parts her lips onto your tip, and up to the base, licking it clean as no cum remains uncollected with her talented tongue and with just little time, she pulled out of your length, showing you her masterwork—your length is now crystal-clear, shining with her saliva emanated thanks with the dim lights from above. Standing up, you pinned against the wall and whispered into her ear, painting a smirk on your face, “We’re just getting started, Shiro.”

“I know, baby—then make me yours for the night. There’s still plenty of time to do everything we may think of…”

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 23: fingering with natasha from hsr

warnings: fingering, slight exhibitionism, squirting, clit pinching, established relationship, slight overstimulation

notes: when i tell u i almost moaned out loud when i saw her on screen

muffled moans, lewd shlick sounds and the rustles of fabric could be heard inside natasha’s clinic. today had been unusually stressful day for the sole doctor of the underworld which caused her to seek out the help of her lover.

almost all of the time natasha feels the oncoming dreadful feeling of headache looming, she would settle it with a nice hot cup of tea of perhaps even a peaceful nap. but this time, since you were here beside her, helping her with her patients, she thought she could be greedy for once and seek out the familiar comfort of your touch instead.

the familiar comfort of your touch being the familiar feeling of your fingers scissoring her open in her own damn office of course.

natasha knew this was risky. the two of you were in her office and although it’s the dead middle of the night, possibly 3 or 4am, and that every last one of her patients were recovering in their own homes, anyone could walk in at any given moment. and they could see just how good you fuck her tight cunt open with only two fingers.

letting out another drawled out moan of your name, natasha bucks her hip into your hand, trying to add some pressure into her neglected clit. you were only massaging her warm insides and although she loved how gentle you were when spreading her dripping folds open, she also wanted you to be mean to her.

seeming to get the gist of what she wanted, almost as if you read her mind, your other hand slips down from where it was holding onto her love handles with a bruising grip down to her gushing pussy. she was so wet and you were only scissoring her and nothing more.

placing a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, you spread her labia open with your other hand. opening her folds wide for anyone who would walk in and to see before adding pressure onto her vulva. the action seemed to please your tired wife as she lets out another moan. biting down on her lips to muffle her loud sounds of pleasure as she comes on your fingers.

she was embarrassingly loud today and the doctor couldn’t help but blush bright red. not only was she loud with her mouth, moaning, squealing and whining, she was also loud by her cunt. each time your fingers slid inside her glistening cunt, a loud shlick! sound would follow.

how embarrassing. anyone could walk inside her office and see her with her legs wide open, cunt all red and dripping for the world to see while you let her lean on your chest.

“l-love… can we change positions? i… i feel nervous like this” the doctor weakly moans, voice coming out in ragged breaths. yet despite her words, her body seems to have a different idea as her cunt tightens around your fingers. almost as if asking you to fuck her like this more.

“now now, nat. don’t worry, there’s nothing to think about. no one is awake and would come here” you reassure her gently, whispering sweet nothings into her ear in a low voice. of course you locked the door. it would be okay for you to be a little selfish with your wife for once, right?

so, with a renewed vigor, you angle your fingers to hit into her sweet spot every time you pull your fingers out before pushing back into her slick folds. not giving her much time to catch her breath got natasha squirming in your lap, high pitched whines and whimpers falling out at the overstimulation.

whispering all sorts of sweet nothings into her ear, your other hand that was spreading her vulva open travel up to her clit. flicking the hardened nub, it caused your wife’s legs to twitch, almost shutting close. but you prevent it with a few tuts, leaving her clit to spread her legs open again.

with her legs open and comfortable, you make sure to continue with your previous work. rolling your thumb over her clit, flicking it, pinching it between your forefinger and thumb — it all got natasha tightening around you.

throwing her head back on your shoulder, your tired wife lets out weak whimpers, pleads to let her cum and something feeling different this time. oh you knew exactly what was feeling different. you always knew.

with a perverted thought and your own stomach feeling hotter now, you slip a third finger inside. pinching her swollen clit, placing kisses to her flushed cheek as she drools and lets out open mouthed loud moans, you could feel her clench down on your fingers tightly.

just a few more pinches and fingers plunging deep into her sensitive cunt and natasha was squirting as her legs shake and hips tremble.

what a nice way to destress.

[mondaymelon]

— 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘂: 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆? ♥

:feat~ diluc, childe, kaeya, zhongli x gn!reader:

(warnings~ obsessive behavior, cult au!)

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside

DILUC is just about as dedicated as they come.

And while his schedule is tightly packed, he spends every free minute he has by your side… Just listening to your voice energizes him more than any amount of rest will! No matter what has happened in the hours prior, everything, all worries, just seem to wash away when he faces your holy presence!

You are a pure, perfect being in his eyes.

Every breath, every step you take, should be heralded as a gift.

The only thing stopping him from abandoning all of his duties and staying with you for every waking second is… well, you, who insists that he has to do his work too. And if he disobeyed that order, you’d be upset at him, and he certainly can’t have the creator like that! If you glared at him… told him that you despised him… well, Diluc might as well just die.

Because he lived for you, and if you found him useless, then that was just what he was. He was what you determined he was.

And that fact almost reassured him.

“Diluc… you have to make sure not to overwork yourself.” His head is in your lap, eyes blissfully closed as you comb your fingers through his fluffy red hair.

“Right now, I feel better than I ever have, my savior.” ♥

Blissfully loyal CHILDE.

Who trails after you all day, every day, wanting to help you in any way he can! It was your voice that spoke to him, comforted him in his darkest times, it was you, the miracle who saved his existence. He doesn’t even want to imagine what’d he be like if you weren’t there for him… Most likely still, cold… with noone to bury his sorry corpse.

So now, he has to repay you, no matter what. He can’t just take your kindness for granted!!

After all, without you, he wouldn’t even be here. So, he’s dedicated himself to you, his life, his love, to do something, anything to benefit you.

It doesn’t matter if the other fatui members and cultists think ill of him - because they don’t matter. All that matters is you, you who is always on his mind.

“Childe?”

“Yes, my majesty?”

“I don’t know what’d I do without you.”

His eyes widen, just by a fraction, and his steady breathing hitches.

Has his heart stopped? Was this the afterlife? How come he couldn’t hear anything anymore?

“...I…” He can barely utter a word, and it’s less than a whisper.

“Is it so selfish that I want you all to myself?” ♥

Overprotective KAEYA, who can’t stand it when other cultists try to take his place.

And why should he stay silent? He has to make sure his position by your side will never change, otherwise, you might tired of him!

His flirtatious side hides his more desperate one - desperate for your attention. Your affection - your shy touches. He wants you, all of you.

But he can’t be so selfish and hasty. After all, the Savior has blessed millions and earned countless devout followers, and he’s just one of many.

Still, a small part of him has hope.

Hope that maybe, just maybe, he’s special to you.

He could be that greedy, at least, right?

The greed that fuels his racing, aching, heart whenever he’s by your side, listening to your beautiful voice with a love-sick smile.

“Kaeya, don’t you ever get tired of following me around? You should have some time for yourself… am I being a bother…?” You sheepishly glance at the blue-haired man whose walking next to you, shoulder brushing against yours. 

“Never, for as long as I live, will that ever happen.” ♥

Unwavering ZHONGLI, who will follow you to the grave and beyond if you will it.

For you, he’d do anything.

And that’s no understatement.

Ever since the death of his past lover, he had grieved, conspired against the heavens, let hatred run amok in his heart. He had directed his sorrows toward you, set his sharp gaze to you, and sought to seek revenge. Sought to seek answers. 

Why had she died?

What had she done wrong?

Why did you have to take her away from me?

But all of his troubles seemed to dissolve when you descended. It was as soon as he saw you in person, eyes glittering with unspeakable knowledge and the air of absolute fragility - as if one misspoken word could fracture you, forever.

And since that day, he had sworn to repent. Sworn to be by your side until the end of time.

“Zhongli, why do you always act so indebted to me? You’re free to act more comfortably, if you like.” You glanced at his form as he poured you a cup of tea. The man only smiled in return, before staring up at you with his seemingly golden eyes.

“You are my savior, and you deserve to be treated as such.” ♥

(a/n) inspiration is back along with a bailu theme yippeeeee yeah so im not sick anymore hehehasfadgdg

[fawnnpaws]

what u said about patrick blaming himself for art dropping……………. ur mind. neeeeeeeeeed you 2 elaborate. please. show me to me please

I WILL HAPPILY ELABORATE !! based on this post

i feel like because patrick has known art for so long and loves him so deeply, he feels incredibly protective over him, but he doesn’t know a lot about how dom/sub dynamics work at the start of things. he doesn’t know what sub drop is, so he’s not able to identify what’s happening or the fact that he’s definitely going through his own dom drop. eventually you catch on to what’s happening, but it takes a few times for you to see it.

the first time it happens he holds it together in the moment, but just barely. art doesn’t drop too hard, he just gets very quiet and clingy, needs a lot more reassurance than usual, but even that shook patrick up. he kept thinking about it for the next few days. he couldn’t let it go, he felt like something was wrong, but he couldn’t place the feeling. art doesn’t drop again for a few weeks and the feeling fades, he thinks maybe it was a one off thing, just an off day. until it happens again and it’s worse. this time tears stream down art’s pretty face and patrick thinks he’s going to die. his hands shake as he holds art close to his chest, he fights back his own tears because he thinks he needs to be strong for art. he needs to fix what he broke - because that’s what it comes down to - in that moment when art breaks down and asks if he was good, patrick is struck with the thought that this is all his fault.

his fault, his fault, his fault. he did this to art. he had to have said something wrong, sent him on this downward spiral somehow. he was too hard on him. he’s always been that way, too rough around the edges, too harsh, too brash, too loud, too much and somehow still never enough.

as he looks down at art in his arms, at the way he visibly relaxes when your hands run through his hair and coo in his ear about how good he was, his mind swirls with thoughts that he’s not needed here, he caused this problem, he made art this fragile, art is better off in your loving arms because you always know what to say, what to do. all patrick knows how to do is trample on people’s feelings and fuck things up. his voice shakes no matter how hard he tries to steady it, “why don’t you lay with her?”

he tries to start transferring art into your arms, because holding art for even a second longer feels like he’s taking something that’s not owed to him. like he’s doing more harm than good - he’s keeping art from the comfort he actually needs because he’s so goddamn selfish. but art panics. more tears spill down his cheeks and his eyes go wider than either of you have ever seen them. it’s written all over his face, panic, hurt, self blame. ironically, all the things patrick is feeling. art’s breath picks up and patrick nearly shatters into a million pieces when he asks “you don’t want me? was- was i bad?”

silence hangs in the air and time feels like it stops for a moment. you watch the two of them look at each other, hurting in their own ways, searching for words, a life raft, something, anything to fix what they’ve both convinced themselves they’ve broken. art’s lip wobbles, you can see him spiraling, growing more and more sure as the silence stretches on that patrick is going to say yes, he was a bad dog, he doesn’t want him, all of this was a mistake, he doesn’t love him. meanwhile, patrick’s brain has all but shut down, playing nothing but a constant loop of everything he could have done differently to have prevented himself from making art feel this way, stopped himself from taking so much from art, from being so greedy about his puppy and his girl. it’s then that you jump in, knowing your boys well enough to know this was going nowhere fast without your help. you lean over the two of them and run a hand through each of their hair.

“no one was bad, you both are such good boys. can you take some breaths for me?” they both look to you and nod slowly, so you guide them through a couple deep breaths. you keep a hand on each of them, petting their hair, cupping their faces, grounding them back in the present moment. “good. does that feel a little better? this is just an emotional crash, neither of you did anything wrong, okay?”

they nod again, art sniffles and patrick’s brain comes back online for long enough to pull him close again. art goes easily, clinging to patrick like his life depends on it and burying his face into his chest, muffling his little hiccuped sobs of relief. patrick is holding him, you’re telling him it’s alright, his already fragile mind has no reason not to believe you. patrick worries, but he believes you too. you rub your thumb on patrick’s cheek and give him a soft look that says it really is okay, that you’ll talk about it later. for good measure, you lean over art and give patrick a kiss. he returns it in kind and when you separate, you settle yourself down with art sandwiched between the two of you, pressing a kiss into art’s curls. you know this is something the three of you will need trial and error to get right. for now, though, you could all benefit from some simple cuddles and sleep.

[angelic-dew]

Can I get some yan tanjiro pls?

# yandere tanjiro headcannons !

▸🥢・yuri's thoughts :: this request is so old, i am so sorry.

▸🍂・pairing :: Tanjiro K. x g/n reader — {you/your pronouns}

▸✖ ・trigger warnings :: yandere. isolation. possessive behaviour. occ? obsessions. delusions. jealousy. manipulation. grammatical errors. || proofread.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere which is stricken to the core with pure 'love'; well that's what he tends to call it. All his love and dedication is solely devoted towards his angelic darling, nothing could compare to how you make him feel - it's as if you're a simple treasure, that he must keep safe and hidden away from the greediness of the world.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't show his yandere tendencies often, to be frank, they never show unless it's a life-or-death situation. However, he tends to always reassure you more often than not, even when you don't need it. Kamado is always professing his undying lust for you in the simplest of ways: either soft praises of his own sentimental value towards you or a gentle gaze accompanied by a slight smile is always enough.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that cannot bare to see you in pain, furthermore, to see your beloved eyes beginning to weep and sob; he truly can't bare to behold a sight such as that, so more often than not, he would do almost anything in his power to keep you happy. Your smile is what he cherishes most. In fact, that's what attracted him to you in the first place, your captivating smile, it was just so alluring and he craves to see that sight more and more.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that spoils you from time to time; that being small gifts or maybe a thing or two you were eyeing at the market the other day. He does tend to pay his utmost attention to your every want and need, he's always listening to you - the slayer is just too wrapped around your finger, my dear, he will listen to your every beck and call, despite how ridiculous they may be. Anything to keep you happy after all.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that never shuts his trap about you. Singing your praises to the top of his lungs as if you're some God when he's away from you on a mission of some sort. He has constant reminders from Zenitsu to kindly shut up but those words tend to fall on deaf ears, for his beloved angel calls his name, every hour of each day, despite their presence being absent.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that manipulates you right from the start. It was his best attempt at a pacifist way of claiming you as his own for good. He spends his time with you when he's not on missions, whether that's enjoying your presence near him or Kamado savouring the conversation you both share together.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that with every individual word that comes out of that mouth of his, it is inclined to store such overbearing emotion behind them. Especially when he locked his eyes on you with such sweet eyes and a tender smile always plastering itself along his face. His voice was inevitably solemn and gentle; as the passion he felt for you was evident within his pupils.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that will make himself familiar with your hobbies/interests. Either trying them out himself or gaining more knowledge about said thing. It always fills him with pure joy to hear you talk about what makes you happiest in the world, and now that he's familiarized with them - he can understand that passion of yours to a greater degree.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that loathes in your loves. He wants it all for himself, he doesn't mind that he's selfish; all he really needs is you, his angel and your love is the purest thing he can get in life.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't take kindly to rivals, of course, he won't do anything drastic, however, jealousy still radiates off him by the boatload, it's always clear in his demeanour when he feels this type of way. Whether this person may be close to him or not, the only one he truly trusts you around is Nezuko - everyone else is out of the question.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that due to his jealousy, has to find a way to make the 'problem' go away, that is when he finds himself approaching you while the person is with you. Offering you some food or asking you to help him out with some matters. If all fails he pulls you in by the waist and pecks your cheek.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that needs you, to be with you desperately. He loves to savour your beauty your everything; his words are gentle but his intentions are darker and growing more calculated and precise every day he spends with you, that 'love' of his is also growing, like a flame, rapidly burning more as the warmth takes over. He's hooked on you like a drug, a drug he can't get enough of.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is fully aware of what his actions may cause. The loss of friends and such, he's fully aware and it barely stings him as he does realize the mess he is making. After all, you're his, and he's pulling you closer to him every day; to the point, you feel like he's your world. You're so dependent on him. It's almost pathetic. But don't worry my dear, that's what he wants - he is more than capable of suiting your every demand.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is an addict for you, and he surely knows that. He's waiting for the day he can claim you as his forever soulmate, for even death cannot draw him apart from you.

© angelic-dew :: reblogs are appreciated ! <3

[it-happened-one-fic]

Waiting For You - Jack

Author Notes: Haha! Jack fic in time for the Portfest event! That aside, this fic actually doesn't have anything to do with Porfest and, furthermore, I should not be allowed to write fics while listening to 80s ballads and feeling sad. I wrote this fic while listening to "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx and, as per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Angst with comfort/ Fluff/ sfw/ Can probably taken as platonic even though I wrote this with romance in mind

Word count: 1871

It was a strange thing. To ponder if you were truly loveable or if everyone just simply accepted your presence because they had little choice in the matter. Because you were present, it was easier to just accept you rather than just shun you.

Maybe it was because you were useful to them. You knew Crowley used you, so who was to say others didn’t?

And maybe you really were only worthwhile when you were being useful. When you were facing overblots, giving others a place to stay and hide from dorm drama, or making it so they could stay in this school by forming a half of a student.

They were bitter thoughts, but sometimes, in weak moments, they came. And when they came, they seemed to devour you.

To swallow you whole and threaten to destroy everything you’d built up for yourself in this strange world of magic.

The friends you’d made, the dorm you’d been repairing, the home you’d slowly built for yourself. You suddenly found yourself questioning it all and wondering if you would ever return home to where things had at least pretended to make more sense. 

Where you weren’t burdened with expectations and the lingering fear that the only reason anyone stayed close to you was because they felt they had to.

And did you even want to get home? It was a terrifying question to have. Especially when you feared that the people you’d come to love so much—the people who made you want to stay here with them rather than go home—might not care for you in the same way.

“If we leave them be, they’ll never make it.”

“They’ve saved my life; I should help them at least once.”

Were these the thoughts your friends had? That without them, you couldn’t make it? That they had to repay a favor?

It felt horrible to question others and their reasoning. Did it really matter why they lingered nearby? Wasn’t their presence enough for you? Or were you really so greedy that they had to genuinely care about you?

The sadness that suffused your entire being seemed to be beyond anything you’d felt in the past. 

You were lost, and, now that you had realized you were living merely by the grace of others, you were terrified.

It was hard to believe that they cared for you when you could have such selfish thoughts. Why would they, after all? Who would care for and love someone who questioned whether or not their friends, who’d been with them through near life-and-death situations, cared?

But question them you did. Because they didn’t willingly go through those situations. They’d just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. And being by your side often seemed to be the wrong place, given how many things had gone wrong since you’d come to this school.

Your hands gripped at your legs tightly, your tears muffled by the way you curled in on yourself as you questioned if perhaps your presence here as something from outside this world had somehow caused a domino effect that resulted in the overblots.

It was an illogical thought, but one that plagued you and had become the root of all the fears that were now assaulting you as you cried within your dilapidated home. Alone. 

It was almost a blessing that Grim had gone off to wander around the campus and left you alone. Because while you were lonely and did want reassurance that someone cared, you didn’t want to be seen like this.

Crying over fears that you had no proof of and that were an insult to the very idea of the friendships you mourned. Because if you were truly friends with the young men here at this school, you wouldn’t be questioning them in such a fashion.

Questioning everything and everyone like the uselessly emotional person you were. You couldn’t blame people if they didn’t like you, because why would they? You didn’t even like yourself right now.

A small logical part of you whispered that this was all just brought on by how exhausted you were, mentally and emotionally. But did that really matter? Exhaustion was just an excuse and didn’t change the fact that you were behaving like a small child right now. Hardly fitting behavior for a Prefect who took care of everyone else.

Your throat ached with restrained sobs that you forced yourself to keep muffled should someone enter. And, like a cruel answer to both your hopes and fears, someone did enter.

The front door opened downstairs, and you heard them long before you saw them, their familiar voice calling out your name in an almost curious tone, “Y/n?”

Jack. It was Jack. 

Dear Jack, who was so like a stalwart companion and actively did his best to protect and look out for you. Like so many others, Jack had done so much for you. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this. So broken and filled with ungrateful thoughts, even though everyone, including him, had done so much for you.

Your entire form tensed, somehow curling tighter on itself as you willed your tears to vanish like the sun behind a cloud. Praying that your eyes wouldn’t appear puffy by the time he reached where you crouched in your room, somehow unable to bring yourself to hide even further. 

It was almost like there was some small part of you begging to be found and comforted while the rest of you recoiled at the very idea of it.

You heard his footsteps on the stairs, and then the door to your room creaked open. You felt yourself freeze even as he spoke once more.

“Y/-” Your name was cut off in the middle, and you heard a sharp intake of breath that caused your fingers to twitch before you slowly looked up with a forced, wavering smile and made eye contact with the young man who stared at you from the doorway.

Jack stared at you in shock, with something akin to horror in his golden eyes that were now wide, and he stood frozen in the now open doorway.

“Hi Jack, how… How are you doing?” You managed a fakely cheerful tone, as if that could hide the fact that you’d just been sobbing your eyes out for senseless reasons that you couldn’t bear to tell Jack. Not when he’d already done so much to help and asked for little to nothing in return.

You didn’t get to say anything else as the young man darted across the room to where you sat on your bed and knelt, his hands finding your tear-stained cheeks even as you attempted to pull away and hide your face. “I’m fine, Jack. Really it’s-”

“You’re not fine,” His tone was firm, and the way he was looking up at you from where he knelt on the ground brooked no argument. And something about that steady gaze of his had you nodding and biting your lip as the emotions started to overwhelm you once more. 

Your eyes filled with tears that slowly began to stream down your cheeks before you gave way. Sliding off the edge of your bed and all but collapsing into Jack’s secure embrace as he held you tightly to him. As if he could hold you together even as you tried to crack into a billion pieces under the pressure of your own thoughts.

And he sat there with you, rubbing your back soothingly and not saying anything as you sobbed into his shoulder without explanation. He didn’t ask any questions but just accepted you, as he so often did. Serving as a support against the maelstrom of emotions you were currently experiencing.

Guilt, fear, sorrow, and even a little heartbreak. It was like you were mourning for all the things that you hadn’t let yourself consider since coming to Twisted Wonderland. It had been a long time coming, but you’d finally cracked under the pressure of everything and given way to your own feelings.

Slowly, you calmed down, though. Your sobs gave way to quiet sniffles before you leaned back and wiped your face as Jack met your gaze. He was still quiet as he watched you, continuing even now to rub your back in the most soothing manner possible.

His ears were down, and worry shone in his eyes, but he waited. Waited until you were ready.

“I’m sorry,” Your apology was mumbled, almost like your voice was still buried under the weight of all the emotions you’d just let loose, but Jack simply shook his head.

“It’s fine… Do you feel better now?” You nodded quietly, feeling oddly small in this moment, as you shifted backwards to give both him and yourself some room as the embarrassment and slight mortification of having just bawled on his shoulder like a small child set in.

But if Jack was judging you, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just continued to watch you carefully. Almost like he was trying to see where you were hurt even though there was no physical injury, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head again, “No… maybe later.” The two of you fell silent, you resting in his presence and Jack just sitting there and silently supporting you, even at a distance. Waiting until you were ready and willing to talk to him. Until then, he would be there waiting for you.

You glanced hesitantly at him, meeting his gaze once more, and he looked at you almost expectantly, waiting for whatever it was you had to say.

 “Can I… Lean on you?” It was an odd request in many ways, but it didn’t seem to phase him. In fact, he just nodded and held out one arm, fully prepared for you to cuddle up against his side and lean on him in exhaustion.

And as you leaned against him, tucked up against his side, safe and sound, you felt yourself slowly begin to relax and then, slowly but surely, smile despite yourself.

You had no idea how you'd questioned the people of this world... how everyone... how Jack cared for you. Because wasn’t this what love was? Sitting with someone, comforting them, and waiting until they were ready to talk to you.

And it was nice to let yourself rely on him for support, and there was a sort of catharsis to having finally let all of those messy emotions out in the form of tears. 

You would have to talk about it. You couldn’t just sob on Jack and then not explain it. And it would be hard to put all of those messy feelings into words, but you would. And when you did, you somehow knew that Jack would accept it.

Because even if you doubted and needed reassurance sometimes, it was a simple truth that Jack cared for you. And in the end, if it was with Jack, you knew you could face those emotions once more without drowning in them this time.

Because if Jack could wait for you like this, then you knew he cared for you just as much as you adored him. And that was enough.

[ggyuha]

memorias de un amante / miguel

[ summary ] : your geneticist boyfriend who couldn’t save you from disappearing, no matter how hard he tried. ( wc is 1k )

[ note ] : and we’re back with angst. something about a sunday at 1:00am, i guess. regardless, hope you enjoy! notes are always, always appreciated <3

miguel o’hara is a selfish man. he thinks that to himself everyday, beats himself up for it everyday. he usurps things he cannot have. he is quite the dreamer—and a fool, a fool he must have been. he wanted you for himself and now he’s left with nothing. he killed you.

and now, he’s void. he finally understands why it isn’t wise to be greedy. it’s because the universe has made it that way—that some people are just born with everything while there are those that are born with nothing.

nothing belongs to miguel, he will never have something or someone he can call his.

what a sick rule that is, what a sick universe this is. he thought he had the power over it, over worlds he could easily slip into. so he tore the rule down, ripped the universe itself in search for you, clawed each strings of realities, kicked through the gravity that denied him of his love.

it was so vivid, still so fresh in his mind. when one faithful evening, as you lied on his bed with him, arms wrapped around each other’s bodies, you awoke with a gutting feeling, a pit in your stomach. “miguel, miguel,” you called, “wake up.”

his eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyes curved up in a small smile, seeing your face but upon noticing the crease on your forehead, your deep set eyes gazing at him anxiously, he frowned and got up, leaning on his elbows.

“¿qué pasa?” he asked, cupping your cheek with a big, warm palm. you got up too and whispered, “i don’t feel good.”

he hates himself for this. whenever this particular scene replays in his head, he grabs his hair, as if by pulling on his scalp would force the memory out of his brain. ‘move, now!’ he wants to tell himself. if there was a god, if there was the tiniest possibility that that reality could exist again, open for him again, he’d ruin his life trying to force his way in just to make a minute difference. maybe then… maybe then you’d live.

but in that time and reality, miguel didn’t know any better. he provided the comfort and warmth you needed, gazed at you lovingly. “tell me what hurts, cariño.” you looked at him and shook your head, “i don’t know.”

and it all happened so quickly. in a matter of seconds, you could see your arm glitching and disappearing. the atoms, cells, flesh, skin—all that had made you began to melt away.

miguel sprung out of bed, slipping into whatever garments he could find and lifted you up. “don’t worry, baby, i’ll save you, okay?”

he gently put you in the car and drove to spider-society. once inside, he hurriedly lifted you in his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead, his own way of reassuring you. or himself.

you were on a white round platform, sitting silently as he worked on multiple monitors, typing and swiping and eventually looking at you from time to time, flashing you a soft smile with creased brows.

error—error—error

“no, no, no,” he frustratedly yelled and pressed his face on his palms, agitatedly restarting the go-home machine. margo popped out as a hologram and miguel angrily briefed her about the situation which margo tried to help without further questions. her illusion seemed to be multiplying, standing by every monitor while miguel busied himself with a single one. he ran a hand through his hair and you thought how handsome he was—that if this is where you die, you’re glad he is the last thing you’ll ever lay eyes on.

all the efforts and frustrations and anger resulted in nothing but the word ‘error’ typing itself over and over as if to punish miguel, reminding him of his foolishness. ‘you shouldn’t have brought her here’, it’s saying, ‘you shouldn’t have been greedy.’

miguel watched in horror as you slowly dissipated. every inch of you was being taken away, red and blue and white lines hugging your glitching figure.

he ran towards you, jumping to the round plate of his machine. “no, please, stay with me, mi vida.” he cupped your cheeks and knelt in front of you. he shouldn’t beg you, it was probably better if he had begged the sky, the universe and maybe then, it would have shown him greater mercy.

“i feel funny.” you smiled at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek and it sent him a shiver, how your lips were so cold and light as if it were just a breeze and no longer flesh.

tears pooled his eyes as he tightly wrapped his big arms around you, the fear and regret eating him alive as he desperately clutched onto you. what was left of you anyways.

“it’s okay,” you whispered weakly, “it isn’t your fault, miguel.” you slightly pulled away and looked him in the eyes, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips.

his hands pressed against your back to push both of your bodies closer together but you were gone.

every inch of you just warped into nothingness, leaving not a single trace of you in this world but in his memories and how cruel was that? miguel cried out, his fists slamming on the white surface several times until his knuckles swelled and bruised. “no!” he screamed in agony, “not again…”

if he’d ever get the chance, he’d relive every second of that time and he swears he’d do it differently this time.

he would send you back home and it would be him that would rip the universe apart, it would be him forcing himself somewhere he doesn’t belong and he would live out his remaining days loving you until it is him that’d glitch, it is him that’d slowly dissipate.

it’s a dilemma, he always thinks. it’s either you or him, nonetheless both of you would be terribly hurt but he’d rather be the one to die in hopes you would live the rest of your life happily, only remembering him with a smile.

because to miguel, nothing belongs to him. just his love and he’d give everything of himself to you. he’d give everything to be a part of your reality and know that he’s meant to be with you.

miguel is a selfish man, yes yet he would ruin himself just for wanting you back in his arms, smiling and warm, in love.

[candycandy00]

Can you give some general headcanons for how Tomura and Dabi would be as boyfriends?

Sure!

Shigaraki

Contrary to what a lot of people seem to think, I believe Shigaraki would actually be a very good boyfriend. One good indicator of how someone will treat a lover is how they treat other people they care about, such as their family or friends. And after Shigaraki matures, he treats the other members of the League very well. He values them, values their dreams and goals, and gives them the freedom to do whatever they want, even though it would make total sense for him to boss them around. I don’t see any reason he wouldn’t apply those same behaviors in a romantic relationship. 

Also remember how Mr. Compress made an offhand comment about wanting to eat sushi, and then months later, when the opportunity presented itself, Shigaraki got sushi for the League? That shows he listens to the people he cares about and actually remembers things they talk about wanting. So if you were his lover and you mentioned some item you’d been wanting, even if he didn’t have the means to buy it for you right then, he’d definitely remember it and go back to get it for you when he could. 

Shigaraki would be affectionate (especially after gaining full control of his quirk) and would have no shame at all when it comes to public displays of affection. He’s not the type of guy to worry about social norms. 

He would probably want to date someone who likes video games. We know we enjoys talking about them and gets along better with people who play them (like Spinner, the only character I remember seeing him just casually talking to about anything unrelated to the League or villain activities). 

The worst part about dating Shigaraki would be that he would want to have most dates at home and it would be hard to drag him out for an actual date at the movies or a restaurant. You’d have to either enjoy at-home dates or come up with a way to convince him to get out more. He’s a bit socially awkward so he’s probably going to occasionally do or say things that are slightly embarrassing. But he means well. 

As for sex, I think Shigaraki is 100% a clueless virgin and would require a bit of coaching from you. But once he gets the hang of it, he would be a great lover. For one, he’s not the selfish, greedy type at all, so he would definitely want to give you as much pleasure as possible. In fact, he might just enjoy watching you get off as much as he enjoys getting off himself. I think he would be surprisingly tender and sweet in those intimate moments. 

As for kinks, I doubt he has many. Even though he probably watched a lot of questionable hentai, he’s pretty happy with just normal sex. But if you wanted to try something different or something kinky, I think he’d be very into trying whatever you like. He’d be open to anything, so long as it’s something you want. He would probably really enjoy role playing or involving costumes (especially if it’s costumes of his favorite game characters). 

Overall, an A+ boyfriend. 

Dabi

As much as I love Dabi, I think he’d be kind of a lousy boyfriend. At least in the early stages of the relationship. He’s very self-centered and self-involved. He wouldn’t even be interested in trying a relationship until after he’s had extensive therapy. But! I don’t think he would be abusive. Just… selfish and emotionally distant. At first. After he falls in love, like truly in love, I think he would open up to you and start to see you as even more important than himself. 

Dabi would need a lot of reassurance. You’d very often have to reassure him that you love him, that he’s irreplaceable to you, that you’re there for him. Also prepare to have him trauma dump on you often. But if you love him, you’ll be happy that he feels comfortable talking to you about his problems. He’d also have a keen eye for when you’re feeling down about something. He’d definitely be able to tell if you’ve had trauma in your life, and he would genuinely want to help you feel better. 

Dates would be pretty fun. He’s got an energetic, almost manic side to him so expect some wild dates like dancing or going to amusement parks or haunted houses. But he also has a lazy side, so expect a lot of boring nights hanging around the house too. 

Dabi wouldn’t be very affectionate in front of others, if at all. The most you’re probably going to get out of him is hand holding. But in private? He would be clingy. He’d also be very casual about touching you. He’d just sit down beside you and lean his head over on your shoulder or just absently stroke your hair while the two of you are watching a movie. 

Would definitely be the type to get jealous easily. Though I don’t think he would go full on obsessive yandere, I think he would get very annoyed if you gave other guys a lot of attention. He’d probably just sulk and be slightly rude and snappy until you assured him that he’s the only one you love. 

As for sex, he’d be a selfish lover at first. He’d totally be the type to want a quickie in the restroom of the movie theater and he’d feel like it was a successful quickie if he got off, even if you didn’t. But if you got really close, got into a serious relationship and he was in love, he would get much better in this regard. He would want to make you feel good, make you want him to touch you. And I’ve said this before but once he realizes how much you want him, he would be a major tease. He’d love making you ask for it. And if he knew of something he did that turned you on (a certain look he gives or a certain way he sits or moves), he would do it all the time. 

As for kinks, he probably has several. I feel like he would definitely be into pain-related kinks, both giving and receiving. Look at all those staples and piercings. Yep, he’s into pain. He’d probably get really turned on by piercings (and he would absolutely go crazy for you if you let him pierce you). But I also feel like he wouldn’t be insistent on these kinks. If you’re not into them, he doesn’t want to pressure you into it. He’d be satisfied with some lighter forms of it, like very soft spanking or lightly biting you. He also might have a tendency to be rough unless you tell him outright that he hurt you and you didn’t like it. Then he’d feel bad about it and be more gentle from then on. He only wants the fun kind of hurt that you both enjoy. 

He’d start out as a C- boyfriend but would end up a solid A if you got into a long-term relationship and serious feelings developed. 

[lilithsserpent]

Is it just me or do y’all hope that something awful happens to you as well, so that you can finally know for sure who actually cares about you and loves you? It just feels awfully pathetic, right? I feel like I’m committing a heinous crime. But I still want to know for sure just the same. I can never bring myself to truly believe the people around me when they claim to love me. It feels so fucking wrong because how tf can somebody love me? Everybody deserves love, but not yourself, right? Isn’t that so pathetic? To think so lowly of yourself? To hate yourself so much, that you feel undeserving of any sort of love or kindness? And yk what when somebody does hurt you, you end up feeling like maybe you deserved it after all. It’s stupid if you ask me but that doesn’t stop me from feeling that way. The people around me are so good to me; they love me, they hold me, they reassure me, but I’m just greedy for more. I’m always just so hungry for love. That’s selfish. I wish I wasn’t me, I wish I was different.

[just-patchy]

💗💖💘 For the oc currently being microwaved in your brain 👀

Thanks for the ask! :3c

my current fav is my mha kid fukuro who i’ve never talked about on here but also i don’t really have ships for him??? with the final war arc and all the other stuff i never got around to developing him more lol

i’m not gonna use him for all 3 (re: no ships) so i’m gonna sub in some ships i DO have instead, also the kiss parts are microscopic bc idk how to write anymore, and it’s just long + imbalanced bc I Forgor How To Write

also a slight nsfw/suggestive warning? kind of???

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft | Hatori Fukuro/Shouji Mezou

many creative liberties taken, i haven’t written properly in a while

Despite what Mezou says, Fukuro will never be convinced that people don’t find the taller boy attractive.

He already sticks out being as tall and muscular as he is, the mask he usually wears only adds an extra layer of mysteriousness, and he’s a perfect gentleman to boot; the type to hold open doors for people or carry your things for you. Fukuro has literal harpies in his family, he doesn’t need to be beating metaphorical ones away with a stick.

He’s kind, far too kind for his own good, and Fukuro can’t help but wonder if part of Mezou’s hometown has taken permanent residence in the younger boy’s heart, if they’re the reason why he’s fine with throwing himself in the line of fire; because he’s big and strong and his arms grow back anyway, because he’s a monster that needs to pull out its fangs and file down its claws to prove that it’s not a threat. He wonders if Mezou was even allowed to have anything as a child, and suddenly his room, only holding the bare essentials, looks like a prison of his own making. He knows Mezou is strong, but that answer is never enough to reassure him.

(He’s not even allowed to show his scars, because he’s still a 15-year-old no matter how buff or strong or monstrous he is, and 15-year-olds make for easy scapegoats in the face of bigger societal problems that people don’t care about.)

Fukuro’s never sure if he’s enough to make Mezou feel loved, that maybe he should allow himself to be more greedy and selfish and make Mezou his in every way possible, the same way he’s ready to give himself to the younger boy for as long as he’ll have him. The demons from his own past whisper in his ears; how Mezou is only with him out of the kindness of his heart because genetically and scientifically, he’s even more of a deformity despite his human features. There’s no such thing as a male harpy after all, he’s a freak of nature in every sense.

At the very least, he likes to think he’s Mezou’s freak; when he sidles up to the other boy after class and they go find a quiet spot for lunch amidst the hollering of 2-A, when Fukuro steals food out of his boyfriend’s hands and Mezou only wipes away bits of sauce around his mouth, when Fukuro steals a bit more than just food and languidly peppers butterfly kisses where he can reach, including the scars down his neck, when Mezou easily gives twice as much back both with his quirk and his actual mouth.

When they both lean forth to meet in the middle, a moment to themselves in the warm afternoon sun.

———

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out | Howl Knightley/Cater Diamond

When Cater shows up to meetings with Riddle or the Light Music Club looking…ravished, for the lack of a better word, people don’t believe him when he says it’s Howl’s handiwork. The easygoing second year certainly has the physical prowess to do so, or at least one would hope considering he’s one half of the Twin Knights of Heartslabyul, not just in mannerisms and in name but also ability.

Whether he wants to is another story, and it’s difficult to envision him doing so when he always seems to have his head in the clouds.

As he’s backed against a wall, wrists pinned above him by a large callused hand, a leg slotted between his thighs and a predatory glint in warm greyish-brown eyes, Cater thinks maybe it’s better that people don’t see it.

It’s probably just a spur of the moment thing for Howl, maybe excess steam that he hasn’t let off yet. By Riddle and Kalim’s accounts, he was on a roll today, a rare burst of energy from the laidback knight. Maybe he just found his boyfriend first instead of his twin, considering that he’s always down to fence with Garnet.

Or maybe he just really missed Cater, and the older boy hoped it was the latter because that would be adorable despite the position they were in now.

Cater squeaked as Howl suddenly dropped his head, nestling his face into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply while mumbling sweet words under his breath. He could barely hear the taller boy but what he caught was enough to paint his face a light rosy red. Howl’s free hand was settled low on his waist, as the knight raised his head to meet the older boy’s gaze, his usual dazed smile spread across his face.

“Hey, Howl-kun? Maybe we should take this back to the dorms, yeah? We’re still outside-“ Cater protested weakly, only to be met with casual humming as Howl cut him off with a kiss, and another, and another, until he was too flustered to speak, only able to stare back at his boyfriend who had the audacity to tilt his head in a childish manner. The nerve of him to look as innocent as he did while he had his boyfriend up against a wall.

“As long as Riddle doesn’t find out, we’re safe~” he replied lazily, and swooped in for a deeper kiss, which Cater enthusiastically returned; if you can’t beat them, join them. He’s sure the other boy’s hair would be a nightmare to detangle once they were done, with how he was tugging and ruining Howl’s braid. Cater arched into the taller boy’s embrace, pressed up against the hard muscle beneath his deceptively slender frame, while Howl’s thumb rubbed small circles where it had slipped under Cater’s shirt. Neither one of them really wanted to stop and take a breather, until-

“Cay-kun, you bit my tongue,” Howl pouted, nipping at Cater’s bottom lip in revenge. It wasn’t intentional, his phone just happened to get a notification (probably from Magicam or a reminder for his Heartslabyul duties) and he…might have accidentally bit down in surprise. He snuck a peek at his phone before looking back up at the (still-pouting) taller boy.

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you later, okay?” Cater gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the nose, before taking him by the hand and dragging him in the direction of the Hall of Mirrors.

“Let’s go before Riddle-kun takes our heads off!”

———

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss | Stefano Fuoco/Azul Ashengrotto

It was supposed to be a quick thing, a one-shot for the masses to eat up before they moved on to the next big thing; “The Fuocos’ Elusive Son Spotted With Mysterious Beau” or whatever trashy headlines gossip sites came up with nowadays. Just because he doesn’t really show his face in public doesn’t mean people don’t know who he is, and being the farthest thing from a social creature doesn’t mean people won’t talk.

There are still rumours of him buying his way into Night Raven College, whispered taunts laced with accusations of nepotism. Not that he cares, everyone who was present in the Florenetta theatre that day probably dreams of wires and tattered rags stained with ink once in a blue moon. He’s more than powerful enough by the school’s standards, and there were better uses for his family name even when it came down to it.

Still, it is a fact that hanging out with Azul is very much a publicity stunt, a business deal like everything else the merman does. Azul gets to put his foot in the door of the catering industry (on land anyways) and Stefano can slowly make a name for himself beyond his parents’ shadows, posting about his directorial work here and there.

That’s all there is to it. Whatever feelings he has are set aside in the face of professionalism.

Sometimes, late at night when fatigue is still settling into his bones, Stef wonders if Azul feels something as well. The tips of his ears turn a soft shade of pink when they talk alone, and he gets a little flustered sometimes when they practise hand-holding or some other fluffy couple thing before someone’s camera starts rolling. Sometimes, Azul seems to look a little more smug than he usually does when Stef praises him, a hint of embarrassment also present if the director squints hard enough.

He’s probably just overthinking, but when he leans in to steal a kiss from Azul under the guise of practice, he starts wishing for a second, a third, or just that Azul will think of him when he kisses someone else, that he’ll never forget how warm the director feels against him.

He’ll allow himself the slight happiness of knowing that he was also Azul’s first.

[jaxteller87]

Big Papa 4

JAX’S POV

I woke up a little before 9 AM, and I had taken the liberty of restocking the mini fridge on my nightstand. I bought it a few years when Amber was going through her spurts of night sickness, and she needed a drink in the middle of the night. I admit, I used it a time or two myself. After putting a few hundred miles on the bike in a day or a bunch of hours at the garage, it was nice to just roll over and grab a drink from the comfort of my own bed. As I settled back down, Amber was deep in the throes of a vivid dream, and it was the best I could do to guess she was riding a motorcycle, or she was one. All I could hear was the occasional mocked sound of a roaring bike emanating from her mouth. I gently pressed my lips against her cheek, causing her to jolt awake, her eyes fixed on me.

“Hey, you,” she yawned, “Did you manage to get any sleep last night?”

“A few hours. I’m good, darlin’. I promise,” I reassured her. She nestled closer to me, her face finding solace against my bear-like chest.

“Coffee?” I inquired, planting another tender kiss upon her forehead.

“Please, Teller,” she replied, a smile gracing her lips. With that, she moved aside, granting me the freedom to rise and fetch our morning fuel.

“I can’t believe that greedy bastard agreed for you and Opie to use him but plans to keep your ma in the dark about this,” Amber remarked.

“I mean, Clay is Clay, but I don’t recall him being this selfish when we were all growing up.”

“He wasn’t,” I said, quickly retorting my thoughts. “Or maybe he was just better at hiding it than he is now.”

Placing my cup on the nightstand, I handed Amber’s to her. She sipped it as I joined her on the bed. She snuggled against me; her curiosity piqued as she gazed into my eyes.

“So, what do you want to do today?” she asked.

“Well, it’s not going to be too hot today,” I glanced out the window, a playful smile forming on my lips. “How about we take a ride on the bike and find ourselves a quiet spot by the water at the lake?”

“Oh, yes!” she said excitedly, “sounds like a plan to me, babe!”

“That is unless you had enough riding last night?” I smiled.

She stared back at me with a confused look on her face. “But we didn’t do anything last night,” she said cautiously as if she had forgotten.

“Well, before I woke you up there, it sounded like you halfway through with a gun run for the Irish,” I laughed out loud.

“What?” as soon as the word left her lips, it dawned on her that I was referencing the noises she was making in her sleep.

“Oh, you got jokes, Teller! Like you don’t snore!” she playfully slapped me.

“I do have jokes,” he tussled my hair like some scant toddler, “but they’re all brewed from love.”

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked up at me, her excitement contagious. “So, back to that ride then. You think we can go for milkshakes after?” she laughed.

“Please,” I chuckled, unable to resist the radiance of her joy. Without a word, I kissed the tip of her nose, sealing our pact. And so, that’s exactly what we did.

Little did we know, however, that this would be one of our last days together, just the two of us. Later that night, as darkness cloaked us, I finally revealed to Amber that Clay’s plan had received the green light. Opie and I had made it clear that we needed to set our affairs in order before disappearing for two months. At that point, it would be all we could do to prepare for the oncoming storm.

AMBER’S POV

The air crackled with anticipation as everyone gathered at the club, including me and Donna. Something was stirring, an unspoken feeling that today could be the day. The whole event was a haze, and before I knew it, Donna and I found ourselves inside the clubhouse, our eyes darting around as we soaked in the atmosphere. And then, she saw it—the guys leaving, heading outside. A black van pulled up, and my heart skipped a beat as Agent Stahl emerged from the jet-black sedan following behind it.

“Showtime,” Donna whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked onto mine. The guys put on quite a spectacle, and so did we. It wasn’t easy watching Gemma and believing what was unfolding before our eyes. The weight of it all made tears well up in my eyes, and I found solace in wrapping my arms around Teller’s waist.

Agent Stahl, surprising even herself, allowed Donna and me a moment to embrace our husbands before they were taken away. Teller whispered in my ear, his voice a balm to my soul, “It’s going to be okay, my love. I promise.” His lips brushed against the top of my head, and for a brief moment, I clung to that promise amidst the chaos.

As I watched my husband being dragged off into the van along with all the other club members, a wave of nausea crashed into me like a 100 mph tractor-trailer. I felt myself becoming light-headed as I managed to make my way down the hall to Teller’s dorm. The sickness overwhelmed me, and I doubled over, retching into the sink. I was no stranger to puking after all my treatments and procedures, but if this was half of what a broken heart felt like, I knew suffering a full one would kill me. After cleaning myself up, a soft knock on the door startled me. It was good ole Juice, bless his heart.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I know you need a few minutes, but whenever you’re ready, I’m here if you want to go over things.”

“Thanks, Juice. I’ll be out in a minute,” I replied, wiping the mascara-stained tears from my cheeks. This is what it meant to be an ol’ lady. Even in this trying moment, I had to put on a brave face. Once it no longer looked like I had been crying, I stepped outside with Juice and Chibs, who were already engaged in conversation with Gemma and Donna.

“So, the main thing is, I’ll come to the house at sunset, like normal,” Juice explained, trying to help me regain some semblance of normalcy.

“Okay. I’ll cook dinner for us, too. If you’re going to be my babysitter for the next few months, it’s the least I can do,” I hated the feeling of being a burden to anyone, so this was my way to give back and contribute. Juice pretty much lived on protein shakes, energy drinks, fast food, and virtually anything else you could pick up at the gas station. Unless he has the best metabolism in the world or a secret full-proof workout routine, I have no idea how he stayed so fit. The way he eats, you’d think he’d have a body like Piney or Bobby.

Juice laughed nervously. “Jax also mentioned that he wants me to make sure you get to work and back alright,” he added. “Before you freak out, just remember it’s just for a few weeks. To make sure everything is okay.”

“Okay, I’ll go with it. But Juice, if there’s a morning where you can’t tail me, it’s okay. I’m a big girl,” I reassured him, though a trace of worry lingered in my voice.

Later that afternoon, I found myself at home, on our spacious bed, desperately trying to understand what had transpired. I loved our room, but it lacked the charm and comfort without Jax. Our large, dark oak four-poster bed with polished wood gushes elegance but reminds me I’m alone. As I opened the mini fridge to fetch a drink, a small piece of paper slipped out, fluttering to the opulent carpet like one of those seedlings that remind you of a helicopter propeller. I picked it up, and a smile threatened my face. It was a note from my Jax.

“Hey, darlin’, I see you found your first note. I’ve left these little messages around the house for you. I’m just wondering if you found this one first or the one I placed in the bathroom. I know these next two months are gonna feel like an eternity….”

“You’re right,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “It IS going to feel like an eternity.” Despite the tears, a laugh escaped my lips. He knew me so well, my ol’ man.

“I love you, darlin’. Stay strong. For me. For us. Yours always, Big Poppa.”

I needed that laugh. I placed the note to my nose, smelling the scent of his cologne. Closing my eyes, I placed it gently on the end table, taking a deep breath as I grabbed his pillow, clutching tightly to my chest. It was the first time I had bawled that hard since my parents passed away a few years back, and yet, at that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and connection.

With tears streaming down my cheeks and a heart heavy with both sorrow and hope, I looked at the picture of us on the dark oak dresser, “I love you too, darlin’.”

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@yusukeaoifan : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Mammon

Mammon being who he is (and his brothers being who they are) really craves someone who is supportive and empathetic. He’s greedy and selfish a lot of the time, sure, and he knows he can be a bit difficult to be around sometimes, but he still has his redeeming qualities. Since his brothers rag on him so often (both seriously and lightheartedly), he really craves having a presence that is consistently supportive and caring. He doesn’t mind being teased by you here and there, but knowing that you’ve always got his back and that you’re willing to listen to what’s on his mind is so reassuring to him. On the flip side, Mammon himself is also very sensitive and empathetic to other people and is quick to notice if his loved ones are upset or feeling unwell, which means that the kindness you extend to him will be returned.

He has no qualms about ordering food or drinks for you when you two go out together. Mammon doesn’t judge your social anxiety too much, and honestly? If he’s around and can make a social interaction smoother or more palatable for you, he puffs up with pride. Like, yeah, look at him helping you out, isn’t he great?? Of course he would be the best boyfriend ever and order your food for you, or break the ice around one of your classmates. If someone is bothering you, he will get incredibly protective of you. And if you decide sometimes that you wanna push yourself out of your comfort zone a bit and try tackling your social anxiety yourself? He is your biggest supporter.

Perhaps your good sense of time management will benefit him. Maybe. You might have to get on his case a bit sometimes, lol. Mammon just likes to do whatever sounds most fun to him at the moment - which means that he absolutely will procrastinate on chores or homework. Things tend to snowball and suddenly he has ten things he needed to get done yesterday (and he very well may run to you asking for help… it’s up to you if you want to be kind and generous to him or not). In any case, Mammon could do with just a bit of structure in his life, and he’s a little jealous at how effortless you make time management seem. You always figure out how to get everything you need done, with plenty of time for fun.

On the other hand, with your tendency to quickly feel burned out and overworked, Mammon is amazing to have around. As soon as he picks up that you’re stressed and tired and in dire need of a distraction, he’s quick to stop being part of the problem (because his antics can get a bit tiring if you’re trying to minimize the messes he’s left in his wake) - and the next thing you know, he’s whisked you off to cuddle or to go do something fun. He’s very insistent on making sure you get a change of scenery and will make sure that you’ve either relaxed or let out some pent up energy before you go back to work.

Mammon will try to lie sometimes, which may put a strain on your interactions with him. However, it’s well-known that he is terrible at lying and will often cave and tell the truth anyways if you press him. And given how much he ends up coming to adore you, he will make it a point to be upfront and honest with you. Not that he wouldn’t still lie around his brothers when he’s done something stupid, but… Lying aside though, betraying you never ever crosses his mind. He’s very loyal to you and expects you to be loyal to him! Mammon is very insistent about this point, and his actions reflect his words. He can come across as flaky towards strangers, but he is very dedicated to those he cares about.

He would want to participate in some of your hobbies or interests with you. Sure, anime and manga and video games aren’t as much his thing as they are Levi’s, but Mammon still enjoys them and he wants to spend one-on-one time with you watching your latest favorite series, or playing some video game together. Some series he will get way too emotionally invested in, lol. He might get a little jealous if you end up doing these activities with Levi instead of him too often, but at the same time he does appreciate when you get along well with his siblings. Mixed feelings!

Mammon seems like he would lean towards physical affection most, but acts of service makes him melt as well. The fact that you’d go out of your way just to do something for him that you really don’t need to do - he just thinks it’s so sweet and thoughtful of you. You take care of him so well and he definitely feels a bit spoiled, but he thrives off of that, honestly. He does try to return the favor, but some of his attempts are a bit clumsy… But despite that, you know he loves you when he pulls you into a tight embrace and when he seeks out your touch.

[lunarmochi]

vent

i feel so.. horrible and selfish whenever someone says something like "i care about you" or "i miss you and think about you often" and it just.. my brain doesn't really absorb it. i hate how horrible my emotional permanence is.

i feel even worse when i'm depressed like this and i basically disregard their feelings and what they've said by believing that no one really cares about me and that it wouldn't make a difference in anyone's life if i wasn't here.

i feel guilty for even feeling sad. after all, i have people around me that care about me, don't i? so why don't i feel loved or cared for or needed? why am i being greedy and selfish for wanting more reassurance?

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

ofmd hanahaki au in which hanahaki has nothing to do with soulmates, but manifests when someone feels unloved, or unlovable

so stede as a little boy loves to pick flowers. he gets bullied for it, but doesn't stop. there's always little blooms in his buttonholes and daisy chains in his pockets and tiny bouquets everywhere. the servants are constantly throwing them out, his father is always telling him off for it, but he doesn't stop.

it's the best way he can think of to hide all the ones he coughs up. he mixes them in with wildflowers, makes a habit of leaving petals everywhere; while he is admonished for it, he isn't suspected of having the disease.

it would seem ungrateful if anyone found out, wouldn't it? they'd only see a spoiled little rich boy, so selfish and greedy that he's histronically inflicted a curse upon himself even though he has everything.

his father yells at him for being soft and the other boys tie him up and throw rocks at him and he lies awake at night and chokes up so many flowers he nearly suffocates.

his marriage to mary does not make anything better. sometimes, he wonders if she coughs up flowers too.

the illness is still there on the revenge, but it's less frequent. there are no wildflowers for stede to conceal his own among, but he can just sprinkle them overboard, or hide bags of dried petals around his room - he can tell anyone who asks that they're one of his perfumed luxuries.

and then he meets ed, and he doesn't even notice at first that the flowers have stopped. when he does, he chalks it up to making a friend for the first time. (which *is* a completely viable cure in this universe.)

ed suffers from it, too, but he's gone to great lengths to conceal his - blackbeard's reputation is at stake. not even izzy knows. izzy used to have it (secretly), but very unhealthily forced it to stop by being extremely repressed. ed's gets less *violent* after he meets stede, but it still happens - it does take on more of a "pining" variety rather than the deep, angry depression he had.

and then stede doesn't show up to the dock and ed's comes back with a *vengeance*, he's throwing up vines and thorns and he's hoping it'll suffocate him this time.

stede's returns too, back home, the same as it was before - until he has that conversation with mary and is filled with hope.

when he rescues his crew, he stops hiding it. he couldn't hide it if he wanted, anyway, there's no privacy in their tiny new ship. but it doesn't matter, because most of the crew are also afflicted (were they affected the whole time?) and it's sad, but it's a shared sadness, and talking about it (as a crew!) makes it easier for all of them to deal with.

so stede makes it back the the revenge, maybe fancying himself a bit of a romantic hero, and is confronted with ed in full kraken mode. and ed *tries* to be all "fuck you I hate you i'm going to murder you" but it turns into somewhat of a comedy of errors as he's trying to swing his sword at stede, who is running away as yakety sax blasts, and ed's also full-on throwing up flowers, and everyone's tripping over them, and it's ridiculous.

they end up in a pile of petals and they are both crying and ed is half-heartedly still pathetically fumbling with a dagger. stede gently takes it out of his hands. there's more crying. more flowers, from both of them. it's a hot mess. stede's trying to stop ed from choking by kissing him on the forehead and then apologising because he knows ed hates him now, and ed doesn't hate him, and now they're hugging, and the curse is retreating, and izzy is DISGUSTED.

things get better. they talk it through (just them two). they clean things up. they start healing.

there are days when the sadness still hits one of them, and the flowers return, but the other is always there to reassure them.

[bastardguy]

baby girl my trauma response is kicking in so hard rn mmmm