#causing problems ❤

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The things we yearn for

[whumping-valentine]

I'm currently waiting in a room for a doctor's appointment and while staring at the wall I had an idea. So it's a hospital where all the doctors are whumpers. As in whumpers will take their whumpees there, but the whumpees don't know the doctors are all in on it. The whumpees try and ask for help but the doctors just dismiss them. They're a bit more rough with their procedures. But the whumpees don't suspect anything. It's supposed to hurt... right?

[e-suds]

4 and 28 for the Envoy ask game? 💕

okay we got here! Thanks so much for asking!! These questions are so much fun, so much room for in depth character thoughts. 👀

Questions and answers below the cut, because I had too much to say lol. Spoilers through the end of Shatterscarp.

4. What did they think the Living Lands would be like before arriving? Did anything surprise them?

On a purely terrain and environment level, the scale of 'wilderness' that Mavis had been expecting was worlds away from what she found. Aedyr has jungles, it has wilds, and she grew up in a small farming village out in those wilds before she went to Highcrown. But that's the thing - what she clocks as wilderness in Aedyr is still land that's been domesticated by agriculture and persistent kith presence for thousands of years. Whether it's the bigger monoculture plantings close to Highcrown or further away from big settlements where the crops and roads are less intrusive, and whether it's lands historically elven or human, it's still all been shaped more persistently and more dramatically and more recently than the vast majority of the Living Lands. She's been in the emperor's service for years, and she doesn't travel very far afield in that role. She had read about different landscapes and continents and islands in Eora and seen art, so she wasn't totally ignorant of what she was going to see - but her expectations were limited by her experience, and you can only imagine a mountain so well if you've only ever seen hills, so to speak.

Other than just awe with the wilderness and the nature, I think the thing that surprised her the most was how much she likes it there. She's put a lot of work into building herself into what Aedyr wants her to be, but it's a huge relief to let the mask slip. She feels at home in the wilderness and she feels at home away from order. She doesn't like that she feels that way, but. It's there and she's processing it. Hopefully sooner rather than later. 💀

28. What did your Envoy do in Naku Kubel—sever the Adra or destroy the ruins?

😑 She severed the Adra. 😑😑😑

Mavis has impulses to separate herself from Aedyr, and she's getting attached to the Living Lands and to Sapadal and to so many people here. But. She's also got some real hangups about who she is if she breaks her oath to the fercönyng. And the fucked up thing is that (until someone can get her to open up enough to explain these hangups and slap some sense into her), these hangups are gonna hurt real people.

So the way her ass has been handling her fear of her loyalties shifting is tying herself up in knots focusing on stopping the Dreamscourge as the primary mandate and her one duty. The thing she is telling herself and a very angry Kai is that she believed it to be of primary importance to create a safe harbor from the spread of dreamscourge should they die or fail. It has NOTHING to do with the feeling of drowning in Sapadal's anguish, and how much more of Sapadal's soul she keeps taking into herself, obviously. Haha oh my god, why would her ex even imply that? 🤡🤡 I don't even think the human cost of the choice is on her radar because she's already done math on the dreamscourge. She would have chosen differently if she'd realized the cost that severing the Adra has long term and the cost to souls in the region, but she has really specialized knowledge and there's a lot she doesn't know. Her knowledge of souls and the metaphysics of the wheel is one of her most tangible knowledge gaps, it's all filtered through religion and Berath, and so little of what animancers know permeated the Aedyran courts she spent most of her life in. 😑😑😑

[melodiesz]

sukunas need to be around you‪‪

⊹₊⟡⋆ In which you confront him about his little habit again, and he finally admits to it.

Getting the Sukuna Ryomen to admit that he had a tendency he couldn’t control was a strong feat, but your victory was short-lived. cause just as easily as Sukuna shed an old habit, he formed a brand new one.

This new habit? He had to be in the same room as you at all times. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter when, you’ll always turn to see Sukuna lurking somewhere nearby.

And yet as soon as you spot him he’d look away, clearly still butt-hurt you’d teased his little (huge) staring problem. Acting as if it was your fault he had to stop, and not because of his massive ego.

whether you minded him following you around like a stray dog or not didn’t matter since he had no intention of stopping. In his logic, you couldn’t point it out if you had no proof it was happening!

There were times where he did make his presence purposefully obvious, but only when he could play it off as having nothing to do with you—always denying your claims.

“tch, following you? Don’t kid yourself, I’m simply admiring my gardens.” he claimed, but flushed and stormed off when you questioned why he had to walk right beside you to do so.

Painting? Screw that flower pot, he’s a much better muse.

You’re trying to shower in peace? Make room, suddenly he’s filthy.

Catching up with friends? He’s lurking in the background, pretending to be busy as if his holes-in-newspaper type setup could really fool you.

It’s a kind of clingy you don't understand, especially since he continues the act of being annoyed with you as if he isn’t making you play a daily game of Where’s-Waldo.

And it wasn't an overbearing presence, just a confusing one. since every time you'd spot him (which was nearly every time, he had the stealth of a bull equipped with a foghorn.), he would flee like you were the strange one.

Now Sukuna trying to hide his massive form was like a bear attempting to hide behind a lamp post. He was obvious, and you knew the humiliation of it was killing him, so you granted him the gift of pretending not to notice.

Just like with the staring, you quickly got used to this little quirk of his and embraced it. It confused you that he tried to hide, since he knew just how much you enjoyed being around him, but you shrugged it off as Sukuna just being Sukuna.

Little did you know, he was secretly worried you'd point it out like you had his incessant staring, and out of pure overbearing embarrassment and pride he'd be forced to stop his favourite pastime ‹/𝟹.

a/n: yes I did make the header and I’m think I’m so funny 😋 pls leave a comment if you enjoyed or want more Sukuna !! Thank you ❤︎

pt.1 : his staring problem <3 pt.3 :can’t beat them? Join em’!

[sc0rpi0suntaurusm00n]

Astro Observations

Venus Sign Obs Edition💫

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for 1k 🥹🫶🫶 here is an appreciation post 💖

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Aries Venus - these people are always doing it how they mean it or just active personality or they can have really strong values but open to new experiences. These natives are very open about how they feel about their relationships, they have a lot of passion for relations and friends, but it comes with a lot of issues being that they could have friends not reciprocate or people they love might not like them back in their younger years causing them to have low self worth. These natives have a big heart though! Aries is very big hearted but sometimes they don't act like it because they can be tough on those they care about but always to help them become better and they never mean true harm even when they try to be rude it usually just ends up funny or sassy to me (Aries mars too) 😭🤍

Taurus Venus - ooo LUV ❤ I am so biased lol as a Taurus moon because you guys are always super safe for me, like even the toxic ones can be super lovable ugh 😭 besides the toxic ones... The females are so kind and have some strong values/morals. Taurus Venus wants stable relationship with give and take and they want to have their partner to themselves and can become very jealous easily but don't like to admit it and they can be so shmexy about it like "I wanna leave a bite mark so everyone knows you are mine" ugh as scorpio Venus I eat that shiz up 😭💫💫

Gemini Venus - most likely to be besties before lovers, totally the most positive and funny in the room and so smart about random things. It's so much fun to hang out with these natives and they have a great sense of who they are and will take nothing less in relationships than what they deserve. They can have a lot of problems in the dating aspect because they are more comfortable with friends rather than being intimate and giving themselves fully to someone. Geminis and Gemini venuses can be quite open with their friends and people around them but with their loved ones closest to them it can be kind of hard for me to understand them because they can be a bit detached but it's for safety which I get and honestly I think they keep secrets just as good as ppl say Scorpios do, when they want to.

Cancer Venus - they get a lot of their values from their mothers. They have a lot of kind energy but sometimes they can be covert narcissists if aspecting asteroid narcissus or in the 12th house, because 12th house can make one have a hard time with boundaries in life. Cancer Venus is very kindhearted and want to care for their friends. However, they often seem great in the beginning but soon emotions become the forefront of the relationship often I see these placements being very sensitive people in close relationships and for me I just don't like that, sometimes it makes me feel like I have to walk on eggshells and I cannot speak my mind, but that is not Always the case for everyone and every cancer Venus if they have other good placements like earth placements to balance out emotions and grounded logic they can be very kindhearted and loyal and stable. In bed cancer Venus would want to get closer to the person and to create a nurturing environment definitely a cuddle buddy, the men might very comforting to their partner and protective which is just so heartwarming. Types to get turned on by cuddling literally. I love Cancer Venus peeps not super enjoyed as friends tho (8th house synastry😭) still tho ~🩵🩵🩵

Leo Venus - they are class clown guys or the baddie girlies, and they always have a pretty good sized friend group. Not necessarily famous but they have a lot of light and this can show up as getting a lot of attention from people. They are so IT ppl 💅 Always on trends and know how to dress UP 💃 these natives have a lot of passion for exploring and learning, always ready to go on an adventure with friends or family. They have a lot of fancy styles and elegance they dress to impress lol. (They also imo would be very good at dress to impress😭) Leo Venus in relationships want to be treated Right and nothing lessbut they have had low self esteem at some point in they're younger years but they grow into themselves later in life. Leo Venus in bed is passionate and looking to have fun, want to be praised or the opposite 🫣. . . Such loyal friends and family members, the types to give random gifts because they have a lot of nice things and might want to get rid of them and just gift to family and friends, really lovely souls and fun to be around.

Virgo Venus - most I have known were either really short or really tall no in between... They usually wear glasses if Venus/mercury is afflicted. Virgo Venus are very caring and they are very much the type to treat you as a patient whom they care about the health of same with 6th house Venus. Very concerned about the health of their loved ones and they want to take good care of them. Virgo Venus men in bed is always careful of your safety and wants to make sure you are comfortable and wants to know what you like/dislike and does so in a very attractive way. They are also very smart and/or smart looking people like dark academia aesthetic clothing. 🤍🫰also - of in good house - love for animals and care for them a lot

Libra Venus - these natives I have not seen in a good light and I have only met few, but I know that there are some lovely Libras out there somewhere - the ones I have known enjoy gossiping, mental stimulation, and often have a lot of conventional beauty. These people in some cases may be the type to run from arguments when less mature... In relationships they are really kind and compliment their loved ones a lot. Often they have pretty good skincare routines or they know a lot about make-up things, from my experience.

Scorpio Venus - these natives are super strong & powerful physically and/or emotionally. These natives in relationships are very loyal and passionate, might have issues with obsession in relationships and tend to like bad boys who are mysterious and this is usually what causes they're pain arc, and they end up staying by themselves especially if in the 12th house, so that they can rebuild and be more independent and learn about who they are. Scorpio Venus in bed are very maddening 🙈and intense, they may want connection and closeness with their partner sooner in the relationship rather than later. Scorpio Venus with friends are really loyal and sometimes may hold onto relationships a bit longer than necessary because they are comfortable even if it may be toxic... 👀

Sagittarius Venus - These natives are really fun, charismatic, and can often be jokesters. They do oftentimes like to party and have a wanderlust that cannot be beat. I see say men especially get a lot of flack for things like being flighty and having commitment issues and basically portray them as flirts and f boys which is so far from how I usually see it. From what I have seen, they are very outgoing and like to be friends with many, sometimes they are also the opposite too though, finding it hard to talk to ppl much, and sticking more to themselves... Either way, say venusians do in many cases think pretty highly of themselves though in my experience. Honestly they are, in my humble opinion, pretty fun and cool ppl. ❤️‍🔥

Capricorn Venus - often pretty serious but still fun and loyal ppl. They have a lot of sass sometimes in females and are girl bosses or they hold more traditional beliefs as males. The females I know are super strong and beautiful. As friends, they are giving with their time and energy with the relationships that they really care about. These natives are very hardworking or the opposite if afflicted. I don't know much about these natives because I know very few but I can say that they can be clingy when young, alao they often try to act mature sooner in turn some end up in relationships at a younger age, from what I have seen (male and female.)

Aquarius Venus - oh boy these natives are very different but they also are quite familiar to me, they have a need for a lot of mental stimulation and often they have like 2 really close ppl who they don't ghost but they often ghost ppl randomly and then come back like a few months later. Aqua Venus love to be sociable and have a lot of connections same with Venus 11th house, they are super fun and often come from a religious background but change their beliefs as they get older and have strong morals and values. They get really clingy with the ppl they love sometimes when younger and they can have rejection which causes them to be more detached and they end up being a bit flighty from one group to another, but overall when mature they are very interesting and smart ppl.

Pisces Venus - they're really kind and have a lot of love to give to the world, and are very artsy and have the ability to be very intelligent emotionally. Often Pisces Venus ppl are the kind of lover to paint for you or draw for you as a gift and love to just be freely very creative with their partners. Pisces Venus truly need to be protected they are very kind souls as long as they are kept away from the harmful things of the world in their homes. If they are not kept safe they may go down a bad path and those kinds of Pisces end up having insatiable loneliness which creates a perfect mentality for addiction. Pisces are amazing friends who can give great advice and they may often be the type to be friends with ppl who might hurt them or who they attempt to fix, or those who encourage their vices. Pisces ppl are super wise... and they love deeply when they fall for someone.

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『 Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed, please leave a comment if I missed anything ~~ 💓🤍💓 ~~ 』

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❤︎𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩❤︎

𝙃𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙭 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤 𝙜𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

✩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - Hobie finds out the real reason for you being popular around headquarters, and his honored to fix the problem.

✩𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 - SMUT...with plot. A bit of sexism, name calling (whore, tramp), pet names, virginity taking, oral, unprotected sex(WRAP IT UP), crying

✩𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - this is based on my Hobie brown x bimbo!gf oneshot, but it's not a part two or anything of that nature, but if you want to go back and read that, you can find it here. Anywho, I hope you guys like this story❤️😘

Hobie wasn't a chatter, not even close, but ever since you and him became a thing, he tried to make himself a lot less unapproachable. Instead of sporting a serious, straight-face and expression 24/7, he carried a soft smirk most of the time. The difference sounded small, but honestly it made him seem a lot nicer. More people started conversations with him when they saw him, he was let in on topics that no one bothered to talk to him about before. Topics like you.

Hobie always wondered why it caused such a stir when you and him got together, and it boggled you just as much. If only you knew what people was saying about you. Now, it wasn't a secret to you that people knew you. You were a social person and you talked to a lot of people, but what you didn't know was what people were talking about when you walked away.

Hobie was walking through one of the halls of headquarters, hands in his pocket as he stalked down the hall in his usual attire, the only thing that was different was the bright pink bow that was tied to one of his back belt loops, courtesy of you. "Hey man, you got a little sum back there!" Someone joked as he walked past. He couldn't help but chuckle as he turned to the person who was in the hall. He never cared to learn the names of the people around headquarters, so he definitely didn't know his name, but nonetheless he still interacted with him. "I know, my girl did it," Hobie smirked. "Your girlfriend that real girly one, with the short ass skirt and shit?" The guy smirked, the description of you made him internally twitch with irritation. "Yea, what about it?" Hobie smirked as he tried to keep his cool. "Ya know, almost everybody is plotting on her, right?" He smirked, pushing himself off the wall as he walked closer to Hobie, "she's like…top wanted in all of headquarters." "Really? Why's that?" Hobie's smirk hid his urge to throw him through the wall. "You really don't know? She's the only whore that still has her virginity," the random man laughed, "after that get together last month, everyone been trying to be the first to pop her cherry. It was honestly surprising, giving that she dresses like a complete tramp--" Hobie couldn't help it anymore, one super-powered punch later, and he was laid flat out on the floor. He couldn't help but think this is what he got for trying to be nice to people as he stomped away, his objective now to find you.

You weren't hard to spot, all that glitter and rhinestones made you look like a walking star. You were chatting with Gwen, a sweet smile on your plump, pretty lips as you rambled on about god knows what. It would've made his heart melt if he wasn't so irritated. You barely had time to register his arrival as he came over and scooped you up onto his shoulder like a stack of potatoes, "I gotta borrow her for a second," Hobie uttered to Qwen as he stomped away, a hand holding your skirt down as he carried you away. "Hobs! What's going on?!" You giggled, your legs kicking a little bit as he carried you to a secluded area.

"Love, what happened at the get together?" His rushed tone stirred up worry in your chest, "why?! What happened?" You asked softly, your big doe eyes full of worry as you looked up at him. "Just-- tell me what happened darling. Tell me everything that happened," he sighed softly, realizing that his tone ushered you into a worried state. "Well…nothing really… everyone was chillin', having fun, we started drinking, and we played a few drinking games and after that, gwen took me home cause' i got too drunk," you shrugged. "Then why are people talking about something that happened at the get together and how your a virgin and all this other shit love?" He sighed softly. His hands rested on your hips as a look of embarrassment and realization washed over you. "We were playing put a finger down, and someone said put a finger down if you've had sex, and I was the only one who didn't put a finger down, and everyone made a big ass deal about it," you explained softly as you looked down. He stood there for a second, his expression blank as he processed the information before letting a chuckle out. Was that seriously it? Everyone had the hots for his girl because she admitted to being a virgin?

"Is everyone really still talking about that?" You asked softly, embarrassment evident on your face. He couldn't help but chuckle some more. "Sadly darling, you're a bit of a hot topic~" he said, a sympathetic smile on his face as his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips. You let out a whiny groan as your face fell into your hands, "oh my god~ I was hoping they would forget about that, what's even the big deal?!" You whined as your face fell into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shorter frame as he shook his head at how stupid this whole thing was. People were over sexualizing you because you wasn't sexually active.

Suddenly an idea popped into his head, causing a smirk to spread on his lips. "How about you let me fix it?" He smirked, making you look up at him with a questioning look, but as soon as you see the smirk on his lips you know what he means. Intimacy wasn't hobie's favorite thing, but shit, he willing to do damn there anything for you. "You for real?" You asked softly, your embarrassment melting away into nervousness and excitement. "Of course darling, let me show you how good I can make you feel~" his voice sultry as his big hands gripped your waist "let me fix your problem, love."~

Your head was spinning. You felt hot and everything felt like it was moving too fast and too slow at the same time. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were a inch away from breaking into a sweat and what made it worse was nothing even happened yet. "Jus' say the word love, and I'll stop, okay?" His tone was lighthearted but his gaze was serious. The nervousness was coming off of you and waves, and he only wanted to make this easier for you. "M'kay hobs~" you uttered with a little nod of your head. You were on your knees atop his bed, looking up at his towering figure. He was trying his absolute best to ignore the mind-numbing throb that was coming from in his dick as he looked down at the sight. He had a perfect view of your cleavage and the way your big pretty doe eyes looked up at him made him wanna shove his dick down your pretty throat.

"Go on and lay back f'me love," he gently ordered, and you mindlessly obligated, sweeping your legs from under your body, swinging them off the edge of the bed as you slowly laid back, giving him a good view of your entire body. Your thick chubby thighs and wide hips paired with the little chubbiness of your tummy and your perky tits sitting prettily in your hot pink bra that peaked out of your white tank top sent him mentally flying. "You ready darling?" He asked, his voice soft and caring.

With a simple nod from you he sprung into action. His hands sliding up your bare thighs, slipping under your sparkly pink skirt as he gently rubbed and gripped them before spreading your knees apart. Your heart thumped out of your chest as you watched him lower himself down to his knees, making his face level with your heat. You propped yourself up onto your elbows as you watch him bunch up your skirt. Hobie's cock twitched in his pants at the sight before him; you were wearing hot pink lacy panties, which matched your hot pink bra, and he could see the outline of your soft pussy lips and swollen clit through the soaked fabric. "Fuckk" he breathed as he paced himself. The sound you let slip past your lips when he gently pressed the pad of his thumb into your clothed clit made it harder for him to control himself. He had to remind himself that this wasn't for him, it was for you.

His thumb circled your clothed clit a few times before gently pushing on your sobbing hole, coaxing a few soft whines out of you before finally hooking his fingers onto the sides of your panties. You eagerly lift your hips as he tugs the flimsy-and damp- fabric down your legs. Hobie was happy to see that your nervousness were slowly melting away, being replaced by eagerness and excitement. Hobie's mind spun wildly as he caught a glimpse of strings of your wetness pulling away with your panties, you were fucking soaked.

You let out a breathy giggle as you watch him pocket your panties, but your giggle quickly turns into a moan when you feel his finger slip in between your folds. He could feel you clenching around nothing, he didn't even have a chance to slip is finger into you. "Relax darling, I got you," he cooed as his other hand reached up to rest on your lower stomach his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin as he slowly slid his finger in. Fuck you were tight, he could only imagine how your tightness felt wrapped around his cock and he almost came in his pants.

You quickly found out that Hobie was a pussy drunk, his tongue deep in your soaked cunt as his thumb rubbed tight circles into your clit. You couldn't even squirm away from him as he coaxed moans and whines from you, his strong arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. You thought you were gonna die the first few minutes, but once he found the spot in you that made you moan the loudest, you were a goner. He was a messy eater too, the sound of him suckling hard on your clit only made your walls clench, which only made him suck and lick harder as he groaned deep in your pussy.

By time he finished his meal, you were two orgasms deep and your cunt was filled with slick and spit, the same mess that was on his face. You panted as you watch him get up off of his knees, thankful for the break, but your mind went wild when you heard his belt buckle and his pants zipper. Hobie chuckled at the sight of your eyes widening when you saw how big he was. 8 inches of pure girth. How the hell was that gonna fit in you?! "Hobs, I don't think it's gonna fit~" you whimpered softly as your thighs subconsciously closed. He could see the fear and nervousness written all over your face and he couldn't help but coo at you.

His hand gently grabbed your jaw, forcing you to take your eyes off of his lower region and lock eyes with him before deeply kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you tasted yourself on his tongue as it explored your whole mouth, a long string of saliva connecting you both as he pulled away. "Don' worry love, I got you, okay?" He cooed softly, earning a soft nod and a "m'kay" from you. "Remember, jus' say the word, and I'll stop," he reminded you. You were starting to relax again, allowing him to spread your thighs apart with his torso, until he reached down, grabbing his length so he could guide it in you.

His cock was twitching in his hand, leaking precum from the tip. It left you feeling excited and scared. He was just so big, but all your thoughts disappeared out of your mind when you felt his messy, precum slicked tip start to push past your folds, making you clench down as your head lolled back.

You were a complete and utter moaning mess, but Hobie stayed patient with you, pausing whenever you clenched too tightly and constantly comforting you and coaxing you through it. The sight of you under him, face scrunched up with pain and pleasure as strings of moans and whines spilt past your lips as he sunk deeper and deeper into your pussy was enough to make him cum now. "You doin' so good f'me darling, good fucking girl, so wet, so fucking tight," he grunted into your neck, sucking hickeys into your soft skin, his eyes rolling back as you clenched around him at his words. "Hobs! m'cant~ your too big~" you whined as your walls choked his dick. He looked down in between you, you didn't even make it halfway. " shhh i know love, but imma need you to relax for me. It'll fit, jus' stay with me now ," he grunted as you whined out, your cunt milking little bits of cum out of his dick.

By time you got past the halfway mark, you were in tears, clinging onto his arms, which was holding him up on either side of your head. His heart ached slightly as you looked up at him, tears spilling down the sides of your face as you panted, "d-did I do it? Is it in?" You whimpered, making his head spin, it felt disgusting how much it turned him on to see you crying like that. He bit back a groan as he looked down between the two of you again. His whole body momentarily went weak, your small, tight, weeping pussy, stretched wide around his dick. You only had two inches left. "Almost darling, your doing so good f'me, yea? Just a little more, okay? You ready?" He cooed softly, kissing away your tears. "m'kay~" you whimpered.

If he kept dragging this out with you, he was gonna bury before he even got a thrust in. He braced himself before slammed into you, forcing the last two inches into your pussy. Your eyes widened and a silent scream left your parted lips, wincing at the pain as Hobie quickly wrapped a arm around you, holding you close. "Fuckk~ good fucking girl, see love? I got you, its all in now. M'so proud of you darling," he could feel you clenching around him at the praise as you whimpered into his neck, fighting off the urge to scream out.

"Soo fucking big~" you cried softly as you slowly got used to the large intrusion. "Shh I know, I know love, but your doin' so good," he cooed as he waited for the signal to move.

Before you knew it, he was fucking you dumb, jerking your body deeper and deeper into the mattress with each thrust. The mixture of moan, whines, screams, and incoherent babbles left your lips as he held the back of your knees up, giving him the perfect view of your small pussy getting abused by his cock as you left a gorgeous ring of your juices around his base. He watched as your eyes rolled back when he hit that one gummy spot in you, groaning as you clenched down on him tightly. He would sometimes give your cheek a soft tap whenever your watery eyes rolled back, wanting to make sure you were still coherent enough to tell him if you wanted to stop, even if he knew that you wouldn't want to.

It only took a good few more thrusts in the right spot for you to cum all over his dick, clenching so tightly on him that he could move as you screamed out, forcing him to cum too as he groaned into your neck.

You both were a panting mess, your hair messy and hickeys all over your neck, and his arms all scratched up and his mouth and chin still covered in your slick. "m'like when you fix my problems," you panted softly, earning a deep chuckle from him.

[periwinkla]

Looking over case notes, most likely in one of Edgeworth's villas in Europe ❤ Wisteria is my favorite flower, one of its flower meanings is devotion to a cause or a person - which I think fits them so well. It also symbolizes new beginnings, among many other things. Wips under the cut!

I love painting chaotically. I also usually have so many layers going on that... at some point I'm too lazy to figure out where everything is and I just paint on top... On a side note, I know Edgeworth is supposedly allergic to pollen but please ignore that ❤ (actually I'm allergic as well but wisteria doesn't give me any problems so...)

[nymph-ette111]

What if Jeff, EJ, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, and Ben (separately) found Y/N silently crying? Would they help or try to calm down Y/N?

That's it, sorry if I chose too many creepypastas ❤

I hope you have a great day/night!!

(I love your writing style aaaaah! Luv ya >< )

Sorry if I sounded cringe ;)

WARNINGS; JEFF BEING AN ASSHOLE LIKE USUAL/TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, MENTIONS OF A DECAPITATED BODY

AUTHOR'S NOTE; NO ONE HERE IS CRINGE!! and I love you too <3 was giggling and kicking my feet writing masky and hoodie's part LOL

TOBY;

-the first thought that comes to his mind is that somebody caused this.

-may be a bit rough when asking what's wrong, because like I mentioned before, he just jumps into the conclusion that it's someone else's fault.

-Toby is a little... impulsive when it comes to solving his problems, always going the aggressive route.

-basically what I'm trying to say is that he is willing to chop up someone's body if they did something bad enough to make you cry.

-he will pry the information out of you, whether you want to or not.

-he doesn't realize that this makes things worse for you :( let's be realistic, imagine crying to your boyfriend because someone bothered you just for him to leave and come back covered in blood holding the head from said person's decapitated body.

-he'll even try to hug you, not caring if he is covered head to toe in blood, not caring if the smell was overwhelming your senses. he'll get upset if you refuse his "affection" and "comfort". sometimes Toby's thinking is... hard to understand.

-99% chance you're going to throw up from the sight alone. what I'm trying to say here is Toby's attempt at making you feel better is nowhere near what it's supposed to be.

-but if that wasn't the case and your crying was because of something else like an insecurity, just the overall stress of your day, basically anything that doesn't involve another person he'd be less aggressive.

-wouldn't really know what to say so he'd just go for physical affection and hope that it works.

-now this part depends on you since not everyone likes physical touch when upset. if you don't mind it then he's going to hold you until you feel better. if you don't he'd respect your wishes but he won't leave, even if you ask him to.

-would kiss away your tears one hundred percent.

-i'd give him about... 7/10 less if he brings back a corpse with him but the physical affection is nice :)

JEFFREY:

-love how your relationship is hanging on by a thread.

-it's surviving off of hopes and prayers bro.

-Jeff believes that he should be the only one who can make you upset in any way shape or form. I'd say he doesn't take the idea of someone else making you feel bad very lightly.

-not even in a "oh, someone made my partner upset! not on my watch!" he's just offended because it feels like someone took his place or something.

-yeah did I mention he's toxic as fuck.

-i honestly don't know how he'd react... contrary to popular belief I don't think he'd go out of his way to kill somebody because they made his partner upset like Toby would. in Toby's case it's out of pure love obsession and the need to please you. in Jeff's case he'd probably kill for his own benefit which I mentioned before, someone taking his place.

-fuck it he'd probably kill the person just to torment you, he enjoys that shit.

-however if it's your own feelings regardless of what it is, he'd pretend to not care.

-i think I somewhat implied it in my "stretch marks" post that he doesn't know how to handle his partner's emotions. insecurities or not, big chance he won't do anything, probably throw an insult or two just to make you feel pathetic.

-damn I don't think any fluff post with Jeff would work.

-how can this motherfucker even be nice.

-and if you're asking, no he would never break up with you. you boost his ego a little too much and he doesn't want to lose that.

-he doesn't want to admit it but he's attached to you to a certain degree.

-i'd give it... why are you even reading this it's an obvious 0/10

EYELESS JACK;

-im torn between making EJ the feral demon he is or making him more... human.

-i think I lean towards the more human side when writing for Jack but that might change in the future. expect all of my headcanons to change since I'm still trying to figure this out. even for his personality.

-i should make a poll for that... ANYWAYS

-regardless of the reason, he'd react pretty much the same way.

-he's so sweet and comforting it's actually insane :(

-he's naturally awkward but the voice, the way he weighs and genuinely considers his words before speaking, trying to find the best way to make you feel better can make anyone instantly fold I'm TELLING YOU.

-bro sounds smart and is smart just the way he talks to you is enough to make you move on from whatever had happened.

-intelligent men are so

-head scratches after he's done giving you his advice and point of view of the situation.

-my husband<3

-tries to get you out of your room after that, or just include you in whatever so you wouldn't think about it again. like offering to invite you to the infirmary, there's always an extra seat for you there :)

-i might be biased but 9/10

BEN;

-i've said this before and I'll say it again, does not know how to comfort people. especially ones he cares about.

-he just... stands at the doorway (or floats, whatever you like)

-if it was another person he'd laugh at them right away, but considering you're his partner he'd fight the urge for your sake.

-actually he might laugh a bit but if he notices that you're clearly serious about what upset you he'd drop it.

-would download a virus on the other person's devices.

-he thinks it's funny.

-he genuinely tries to make you feel better tho, just doesn't know how :(

-if you're insecure about something then he'd react similarly to my "stretch marks" post and try to convince you that whatever it is about you, it's beautiful.

-might come off as corny tho.

-either way... I'd give him a 5/10 maybe even 6/10 if bullying kids on roblox cheers you up.

MASKY;

-regardless of the reason, he'll ask what's wrong but secretly hopes you don't want to talk about it.

-he is a teen tiny bit awkward.

-kind of like Toby, he goes for physical affection and hopes it's enough to take your mind off of it somehow.

-but the hugs this man gives...

-might as well stay there forever.

-just imagine him holding you tight to his chest, one hand rubbing your back while the other plays with your hair. a cig hanging loosely from between his lips UGH

-can you tell I'm listening to lana del rey while writing this.

-again he might not offer much in terms of... actually saying something to comfort you but his hugs are enough and if they aren't then girl what the fuck is wrong with you.

-i need him.

-i give 8/10

HOODIE;

-another one who relies on the physical affection only because he's a selective mute.

-unless you know sign language.

-unlike masky, instead of a hug you're sitting on this man's lap.

-his mask up to the bridge of his nose, scruff facial hair grown from years of not taking proper care of himself rubbing against your flush cheeks, strong arms holding you tightly against him.

-i genuinely cannot continue writing this so I'm ending it here because another word of describing this man will have me tweaking out 9/10

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Just You and Me - Part 4

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Warnings: TOXIC THEMES, ANGST, CHEATING

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“Why the hell is your brother looking at me like that?” 

Jon stopped messing around with the grill and turned around to see his twin glaring at his wife. “What the problem, Uce?” 

Josh bit the inside of his cheek and tilted his head to the side as he continued to stare at Trinity. “I’m just trying to understand how Hazel knew that was Porsha in the video.” 

Trinity scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I told her. Be mad at me all you want, but that girl deserved to know.” 

“Yeah, I’m with wifey on this one, twin. You been hunching on that girl then turned around and hunched with Porsha cause yo’ sensitive ass started catching feelings.” 

Josh sucked his teeth and turned his glare onto his brother before rolling his eyes. He knew the both of them were right. He had fucked up badly. And now he didn’t know what to do, he had laid it all out on the line last week. But all she did was walk away from him. Shit hurt, he wasn’t going to lie, but he wasn’t going to give up. 

“Poor Hazel though, she can’t catch a break when it comes to you men.” Trinity said, ending her sentence with an eyeroll and a scoff. 

Josh sat up a little straighter in his seat. “What’s that suppose to mean?” 

Trinity raised her eyebrow. “You didn’t hear.” When Josh shook his head, Trinity continued. “Trell and Jakara been fucking around this whole time.” 

“Hazel took a flight to Orlanda after she left the party last week, popped up on them and according to half the NXT lockerroom, she whooped Jakara’s ass.” 

Josh looked between his brother and sister-in-law before standing up from his seat and walking out of the backyard. “Don’t do anything stupid!” He heard Trinity call out behind him.

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Hazel groaned loudly as she heard someone knocking on her door. She tossed the remote to the side and peeled herself off the couch with a grunt, muttering curses under her breath. Her head was pounding from the long flight, her body still sore from that little “run-in” with Jakara, and emotionally? She was beyond drained. The last thing she needed right now was a visitor.

The knocking came again, this time louder, more urgent.

“I hear you! Damn!” she yelled as she reached the door, yanking it open with far more aggression than necessary.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Josh stood on the other side. His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders tense, eyes locked on her like he hadn’t seen her in years instead of just over a week ago.

“Josh.” She finally breathed out. “What- What are you doing here?” 

He bit his lip as he took her in. She looked worse than he felt, and it made his heart clench painfully in his chest. 

“I wanted to see you.” He said more softly than he intended. 

Hazel scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Bye, Josh.” She said she tried to close the door, his foot caught the door just in time, and he slipped inside before she could stop him, the door clicking softly shut behind him. Hazel whipped around, her eyes wide with disbelief and fury.

“Get out!” She said, opening the door back up and Josh shook his head. “You’re such a fucking child.” She scolded and moved past him, back into her living room. He sighed and closed the door behind him. He was obviously a glutton for punishment as he followed behind her. 

Hazel was pacing as he walked into the living room. She had one hand on her head and another resting on her hip as she muttered to herself in a language he hadn’t heard her speak before. 

“li tèlman estipid ak frelikè. Panse li ka jis antre lakay mwen.”  She scoffed. “moun sòt!” 

“Hazel…”  He called out walking closer to her and she froze, turing her attention onto him. 

“You know what’s wild?” she said suddenly, her voice shaking with emotion, but laced with that dangerous calm that always came before the storm. “I actually prayed for you.”

Josh blinked, not expecting that.

“I prayed for you before I met you. I asked for someone loyal, someone solid. Someone who would choose me the way I’ve always chosen everyone else,” she said, her eyes finally meeting his. “And then you showed up. Smooth talker, sweet smile, all that fake charm.”

“Aye-” He stopped her. “None of it was fake. Everything I said, everything I felt, it was real.” 

Hazel tilted her head as she reguared his last statement. “If that was real,” she said, voice low, “then I’d hate to see what it looks like when you’re pretending.”

Josh took a slow breath, his chest rising and falling with the weight of her words. “Hazel… I didn’t mean for any of it to happen like that. I was fucking scared! I told you this a week ago. You scare me Hazel. The feelings I get when I just think about you scare me. I told myself I wasn’t gonna do this anymore. Wasn’t gonna fall for nobody ever again. Then fuck- “ he stressed.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he reopened his eyes, Hazel was shocked to see the tears welling in them. “I fell for you Haze.. hard. I hated how much I needed you. How much I wanted you. How you could look at me, really look at me, and see shit I ain’t never said out loud.”

Hazel blinked, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice, but she didn’t let it soften her, didn’t let it shake the wall she’d built up just to breathe again. 

“The last person i’ve ever felt like this for was P-” 

“Do not say her name in my house.” 

Josh nodded. “Noted.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You make me feel like I’m not as fucked up as I thought I was,” Josh finished, voice low and broken. “Like maybe I got something worth saving. Like I could be better, just by standing next to you.” He walked closer to her and noted that she didn’t back away. “That day in your hotel room. When you told me you wanted to be done… I panicked. I did what I could to get you to stay with me and when you fell asleep I left. I fucked up and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I went back to Porsha, I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m just - I’m sorry Hazel.” 

Hazel stood frozen, his words echoing in the spaces of her chest she’d spent the last week trying to seal shut. Her eyes burned, her throat tight with a hundred things she wanted to scream. 

“I need you to leave.” She finally muttered. She was done. Done with Josh , done with Trell and done with love. It was over for her. 

“C’mon Hazel.” He pleaded. “I’m sorry. Whatchu’ want me to do? Want me to get on my knees and beg? Fine.” Josh dropped down to his knees infront of her. 

“Get up, Josh. Please.”

He shook his head, “I love you.” 

“Josh, get up.” 

“No. I love you.” 

“You do not love me” she snapped. “You didn’t love me when you left my hotel room. You didn’t love me wehn you immediately ran to your ex, you didn’t love me when you kissed me knowing I was with Trell and you don’t love me now!” 

Josh opened his mouth, but no sound came out. She didn’t give him the chance to speak anyway.

“You loved the idea of me,” she continued, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. “You loved the way I made you feel. You loved how I saw you, how I believed in you when nobody else did. But that’s not love, Josh. That’s need. That’s comfort. That’s ego. You don’t get to say you love me,” she said, each word deliberate. “Because if you did really, truly did, you wouldn’t have treated me like I was optional.”

Silence hung in the air, suffocating and thick with everything unsaid.

“You treated me exactly like how you saw me, some pussy. Some easy accessible pussy. And when you had you’re fill you ran back to your ex. I’m not your rebound. I’m not your therapist. And I’m damn sure not your fallback plan.”

Josh’s mouth opened but she held up a hand, stopping him.

 “Save it. Because I’ve heard it all before. The apologies. The regrets. The I-love-yous that only show up when it’s too late.” Her voice cracked, just slightly. “I needed you to choose me when it counted. And you didn’t.” Hazel took a breath, steady and slow. “You don’t love me. You just hate the thought of losing someone who saw you—really saw you—and still gave a damn.”

She turned away, her steps quiet but firm. “Now get up, Josh,” she said over her shoulder. “And get out.”

Author's Note: Damn Hazel! That's what I'm talking about, sis! Fuck these emotional unstable men!

Translations:

li tèlman estipid ak frelikè. Panse li ka jis antre lakay mwen.: He is so stupid and immature. Think he can just come into my home

moun sòt: idiot!

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IF WE’RE NOTHING, (WE’RE NOTHING.)

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི now playing Comfort Inn Ending - Jhene Aiko. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

“Why would you call it love when you knew that it wasn't?”

giselle x reader ⋮ giselle broke the weeks of no contact with you and asked she you to be her valentine.

warning you! ⋆ toxic exs, (kinda) heartbreak, some sort of rekindlement, manipulation, vulgar language

the gold bangle bracelet slipped down your wrist gently. tonight giselle had texted you, inviting you to a rooftop diner. she had broke no contact with you a few weeks ago and asked you to be her valentines. she told you to dress your best and meet her there by six-thirty. honestly, you were happy she had asked you because you probably would’ve sat in bed sulking and crying to the worst romcoms. taking a final look at your vanity mirror, you had hoped you were up to giselle’s standards.

slipping on some simple pumps, and a purse on your shoulder.

you shot a text to giselle before leaving your apartment, locking it behind you and making your way downstairs.

by the time you got downstairs you had no response from giselle. trying not to overthink it you continued on to your car and put in the address, driving off. soft music played in the car as your tires ran the street. cars ran past you like a relay, we all had somewhere to be.

finding yourself outside the building, giselle had still not responded to your text. maybe she was just getting things set up, yeah, that was all. walking through the glass doors you were greeted by a woman in a waitress outfit. asking how could she help you today.

“i’m with uchinaga.” you told her, quite anxious honestly. she gave you a smiled, then looking down at a rather big ipad to check with the reservations. looking at you and then at the table, she whispered something to herself. putting it down she looked back at you.

“you can follow me.” she proposed, stepping from behind the podium and making her way through the restaurant. several couples, the smell of wine, love, and more.

you spotted the all familiar pink haired girl on her phone. two menus set up, which her opposing side was rather messy. you thanked the waitress and giselle was quick to notice you.

“hey baby.” she said, standing up to bring you into a hug you hadn’t felt in some months. the embrace felt as though you would never let go. she placed a small kiss on your cheek, letting go and pulling your chair out for you. you smiled at her ladylike gesture, as you sat down across from her. it felt like your first valentine with her all over again.

as time went on a natural conversation sparked between you both. your main focus on her and, her phone. several buzzes and chimes had came through, and it was clear they were text messages. you tried not to pay any mind to them, clearly she wasn’t.

before the food came out you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom to “wash your hands.” as you got up you had infact went to the bathroom to wash your hands. but as you left, you went around to come from the side of the restaurant behind giselle. you just wanted a peek at her phone. it was open to the messages on her notification center but she was clearly ignoring them.

“hey baby, are you still coming over?” one.

“will i see you tonight?” two.

“i miss you.. i wanna spend v-day together.” three.

“you were just responding earlier, text me back!” four.

and those were only messages you could see. you didn’t know if you wanted to throw her phone across the restaurant, or throw her. you walked around from behind her as grabbed your purse from the back of the chair.

“hey baby, what’s the matter? where are you going?” she looked frantic, scanning your rush to leave.

“don’t you fucking baby me giselle.” you said through your teeth. she stood up quickly trying to see you face to face of what happened.

“what the fuck is your problem? what is going on?” she said, her tone raising slightly. trying not to cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant.

“hey baby, are you still coming over?” are you fucking serious giselle.” you said, pushing her back. walking out the restaurant. you didn’t know if it was the tears or the rain that were falling down her face, but you knew it was heavy, and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon

not many steps were made before you felt the rain stop and a hand on your wrist. her pink hair was still perfect. her features soft yet a tint of anger behind her eyes. the black umbrella shielding you from the cries of the sky.

“y/n those messages were nobody, i swear. you know i would never fuck around with anyone else. contact or no contact.” she said, her hand letting go of your wrist and gently touching your drenched face. you felt there was some truth behind her words, you didn’t know what words were true.

“trust me baby, i love you. you know that, and you know you love me too.” she stated. it was true, you always loved giselle, regardless of what happened between you. you would always come back.

“i know, but giselle.. you make me feel like we’re nothing.” you whispered to her, you wanted to speak louder but there was something holding you back. you wanted to say it with your chest but your heart rejected.

“we’re not nothing, we’re everything, you’re everything to me. you could never be nothing to me. i’d be nothing without you.” she said as she moved closer to you.

as she moved closer her breath fanned against your lips, the world was quiet and all you heard was your thoughts and her mouth. a gentle kiss was placed on her lips.

“let me make you feel everything on valentines baby.”

[idkshithead]

having a bad day .ೃ࿐

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╰┈➤ ❝ seong gi-hun x fem!reader ❞

ʚɞ ๋࣭⭑ — tws: age gap (reader is 25, gi-hun is 47) mention of murder, mention of self-harm, pts.

ೀ ⋆.˚ — genre: fluff!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ — summary: you've had a really shitty day so when u get home from university your bf is there to comfort you and cheer you up.

・❥・ — a/n: hii! i’m new here and this is my first time publishing a ff🥹 i wrote this out of boredom so idk if it’s good. also my first language isn’t english so i’m sorry for eventual mistakes, i appreciate every kind and constructive advice on how to be better(no insults or hate tho!)<3 if i think your comment is hateful or disrespectful or anything like that, i’ll delete it! so be nice pls🫶🏻

❕ — warnings: timeline is season 2 but i changed his age. if you don’t like age gaps/have problems with them GET OUT👉🏻

enjoy! ❤︎

It was 9 PM in Ssangmun-dong and you were walking down the empty, rain-soaked street you travel every day. You were carrying a heavy backpack, the straps digging into the skin of your left shoulder, a sign that it was full of notebooks. The dim streetlights flicker, casting a dull glow across the wet floor and your footsteps were covered by the constant "pats" of the rain drops falling to the ground. The downpour was rentless and it was drenching your clothes and your nice hair but you barely seemed to notice cause your mind was wrapped up in something else. It had been a very tough day and you wanted nothing more but to be in your boyfriend's comforting arms.

His name was Seong Gi-hun. You weren't korean but you thanked God you moved there when you were 18 cause if you didn't, you probably wouldn't have met him. The day you two crossed paths was almost 4 years ago and you remember it like it was yesterday: he used to have a gambling addiction and thanks to your friend, who brought you with her to gamble, you found him. Or even better, he found you cause the very first time he bumped onto you as he was getting chased by some men; meanwhile the other times, you went to talk to him cause you found him pretty cute and...pathetic.

At the time you were 21 and he was 43 but you really didn't care about the age gap. Plus, he looked younger than he actually was. The first weeks you two started to date as close friends and soon you learned he’s got a 10 years old daughter and an ex-wife. They divorced because of his addiction which led to him having several debts that he couldn't pay. His daughter's name was Ga-yeong and she was very sweet, just like her father. She liked you even and you, of course, liked her back. As the days went by, Ga-yeong revealed you her father's secret: he liked you and every time he knew he was going to see you, he would put up nice clothes and adjust his hair; and she hoped you would like him back but God, how could you not like him? He was such a gentleman, so sweet, so respectful, so caring; this headed to both of you starting a relationship (a serious one too), and at first it was hard due to his addiction. Firstly because every time he didn't pay his debt in time, he would get beaten up and threatened to be killed. So many times you would yell at him cause he spent all his money, and the one you gave him, to gamble but you understood that yelling and getting mad wasn't the right solution of solving this, thus you got used to it and you were determined to help him go through that shit. Later you met his mom and his childhood friend whose name was Sang-woo and you were actually surprised they didn't think less of you just because you were younger. If you were in your native country, everybody would look at you as a person of no value and would think he was a pedophile, even tho you were a grown ass adult. Before him, you've been in a toxic relationship for 2 years; between cheating, threats and punches, you managed to leave that guy.

Gi-hun, on the other hand, treated you so good it was overwhelming, to the point that you didn't even think you deserved to be treated like this, to be loved and you were glad he proved you wrong so damn sure you weren't gonna let go of him just because he was older. He helped you going through your self-harm addiction, he helped you with your traumas and insecurities. Basically, he was a mix of the perfect yet worse man to date.

Not even a year later tho, he disappeared for a whole week without any news or informations. You were so fucking worried about him and you never stopped calling him and searching for him. You even talked to his mother every day but she always said she had no clue of where he was and the police, of course, didn’t give a shit. Often times you thought that he got himself killed due to his non-paid debts but you really didn't want to think about it so you liked to think that maybe he was out of town and didn't call you. Or maybe he just decided to cut off contact with everybody and left. In that time, your own self-harm addiction got worse due to the stress and the fact that he had left. Everything went down once more. Your life was falling apart and you didn’t know what to think at this point. Was it your fault? Was it his fault? You didn’t know.

Yet he eventually came back to you, all injured as if he had been in a rough fight and apologized to you so many times as you cried and punched his chest due to the all the overwhelming emotions you didn’t manage to let out. He told you he found his mom dead in his house. In some ways, you felt guilty that you didn't help him with the medicines for her cause you had some money but most of it would go to the men he had to repay. He talked about the games he’s done, about all the murdered people.

You couldn't believe him, of course and thought he was just very drunk but the day after you realized it wasn't like that.

A year later he wanted to move in America to go to his daughter but soon changed his mind when he knew that the recruiter of those games was still out there so you both moved to a motel as he searched for him all day, every day.

He barely slept and he started to smoke more, which broke your heart to see him like this. So tired, so traumatized and you realized that the old Gi-hun would never come back, even tho a part of him was still the same when he was with you. When he finished to pay his debts, thanks to the money he earned from those sick games, he called Mr. Kim, the boss of loan sharks, to help him find this recruiter.

The only times you saw each other, tho, was in the evening cause in the morning you went to university while he kept searching for that man among the city. He always apologized to you for never spending much time together but you always reassured him that it was completely okay and that it was nobody's fault. You knew how insecure he got after that traumatic event tho you tried your best to comfort him. After he lost Sang-woo, Sae-byeok and Ali; after he saw so many innocent people die because of the God called money. They all died in front of him and sometimes he could still see their blood on his face, on his hands, on his body. Everywhere.

He became even more possessive and protective over you to the point that he made you install a gps on your phone or any other device you owned, in case you’d be in trouble or something and he eventually taught you how to shoot cause you asked him.

So here you were, 2 years later, having a shitty, rough day, soaked wet due to the rain, heading back home and already feeling guilty cause Gi-hun had to comfort you from your stupid, dumb and idiotic problems. You didn't even know if he was home by that time and if he wasn't, you would go take a shower and eventually fall asleep on the couch while miserably trying to wait awake for him. As always.

When you approached the motel you both lived in, you grabbed your keys from your pocket and opened the principal door. You entered and closed it before taking your way up the stairs. Once you reached the door of your shared apartment you opened that one too, slowly closing it behind you. You weren't expecting Gi-hun to be home but when you heard his voice, you felt kinda relieved.

"Y/n? Is that you?" you heard him say. You didn't answer and you didn't know why. Maybe cause you were so tired you didn't even have the strength to breathe, to say the least.

You took off your shoes and walked through the small corridor before reaching the living room and put the keys on the round table at the center of the room. You quite ignored your boyfriend who was very worried when he saw you completely drenched.

"Hey..why didn't you bring an umbrella with you this morning?" he asked softly as he approached you and rubbed both of your shoulders. You were glad to hear his loving voice after a long day.

You let your backpack fall on the ground, causing it to make a loud noise and grabbed a small, broken umbrella which was in a side pocket of the backpack, before placing it on the table, too.

"I did." you managed to say. Your voice was barely audible and you were on the verge of breaking down, thing that he immediately noticed but before he could talk, you threw yourself onto him to hug him. Your arms wrapped around his body tightly as you cried quietly. His nice yet smokey smell invaded your nose and you took all in. You didn't pay attention to his outfit but you were so sure he was wearing his usual baggy pants and large jacket.

He didn't think twice before holding you tight against him and his right hand found its way to rub your hair while the other rubbed your back. He had this way of hugging you, of comforting you as a way to shield and protect you from the world that you didn't even know how it was possible but that's how his hugs, his touch made you feel. It has been a long time since you last cried and let go of everything in front of him but that night you really needed it.

"It's okay baby, I've got you. I'm here." he mumbled softly to your ear. He slowly started to rock himself back and forth, as if you were his little child afraid of monsters hiding under the bed.

He didn't ask you what had happened cause he knew it wasn't useful in that moment. He knew that all you wanted was comfort and reassurance. He didn't care that you were all wet and soaked, he cared about trying to make you stop crying and he managed to do so since you calmed down after some minutes. He pulled back slightly, enough for him to be able to see the sad look on your face.

He cupped your cheeks and wiped your last tears away.

"It's okay. You let it all out?" he kindly asked you and you slowly nodded. He wanted to make sure your chest didn't feel as heavy. Then he leaned in and placed a soft, tender kiss on your forehead.

"How about you go take off these wet clothes and take a shower while i prepare the couch for some cuddles to cheer that sad pretty little face up, hm?" he asked while moving a strand of hair out of your face.

"And then maybe, if you feel like doing so, you tell me what's gotten you so upset." he then added.

His voice was so soft, sweet and full of love it made you want to cry again out of happiness but you fought the urge. He somehow always knew what were the right words to say and in which tone he had to pronounce them. It was incredible. That man was incredible.

You slowly nodded and he escorted you to the bathroom as he told you to call him for anything you needed. He didn't hurry anything, he told you to take your slow and nice time, he would be there waiting for you.

You softly thanked him and closed the bathroom door, opening the water in the shower. You really didn't know what good things you did in life to have someone as loving as him as your partner but you preferred to not question anything and to just appreciate everything he gave you, everything that life (or God) gave you.

You knew he told you to take your time and to wash yourself slowly and stuff but you were so happy and enthusiastic to cuddle with him, that your shower lasted 10 minutes. When you got out, you could hear him doing stuff on the other side of the wall and you called out his name.

"Yes, my love?" said he while opening the door. He had a small yet genuine smile on his face and you knew he was doing all of that just to make you feel better.

"Can you...bring me one of your shirts..?" you mumbled.

"I know they're much larger than my size but-" you were cut off by the door closing. You didn't know exactly why he shut the door on you talking but you really hoped he didn't mean to do so. Later, he returned in the room, holding a stuffed clothed in between his hands, turning out it was one of his large shirts.

He walked towards you and handed you the cloth, before cupping your cheeks again and kissing your temple.

"You know you don't owe me any explanation. Whatever you want, i'll give it to you. You could ask me to wear my underwear and i wouldn't question it." he explained gently.

"Even tho that would be weird." he continued and chuckled slightly and you did so. You felt a warm feeling in your chest. A feeling that only he was able to bring you and you will forever be grateful to him.

"Thank you.." you murmured and smiled.

"There it is that pretty smile." he said and pinched your cheeks gently, causing you to widen your smile.

He then told you he would wait for you as you got dressed and later he dried your wet hair cause he didn't want his girl to make such efforts when she was so tired already.

A few more minutes passed by and after you got all showered, dried and dressed, you were both laying in each other's arms on the couch. Your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around your body while one hand stroked your soft hair.

"You feel like telling me what's wrong?" he asked softly, in which you answered with a nod.

You began by explaining that you hadn't slept much the night before, which was the main reason you woke up already feeling upset and exhausted. You were so tired that you really didn't feel like going to university, but you had a test and knew you had no choice, so you forced yourself to get up. Just when you stepped out of the apartment, it started raining heavily, and you got all wet because your umbrella wouldn't open properly. Once you finally made it to the university, you sat down to take the test, but you were so distracted by your exhaustion that you were sure you had messed up every single question. Your mind wasn't in the right place, your eyes felt heavy, and you couldn't focus. Everything felt like a disaster. After the test and the rest of your lessons, the wind picked up on your way home and your umbrella finally broke so you had nothing to protect yourself, leaving you even more soaked. And as if your day hadn't already been terrible enough, a car sped through a puddle and splashed you completely. You felt overwhelmed, defeated by the anger and stress that had built up throughout the day.

As you were telling all of this you still felt kinda upset but when he spoke again, you really forgot the reason of why your day went bad.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, my love. You should’ve called me, i would've picked you up with the car." he said with disappointment. Not towards you, but towards all the factors that made you so sad and also at himself. He could’ve gave you a call instead of focusing on finding that son of a bitch.

"I didn't want to bother you..." you mumbled, as your fingers traced comforting circles on his clothed chest.

"You know you never bother me, y/n." he said firmly. He didn't like the fact that you could even think you were a bother or a burden to him.

"Yeah but what if right when i call you, you find the guy you've been searching for years?" you asked and got your head up slightly to look at him. You could feel his hesitation before answering but when he did, you knew he was sincere.

"I'd still pick you up. As much as i wanna find that man, you come first. I didn't put so much effort in us for nothing, you know." he smiled slightly at his last sentence and placed his large hand on your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"Hmm.." you murmured and sighed. You gently rested your chin on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath you and the warmth of his body comforting against your skin, while your head remained slightly turned to face him, allowing you to study his face closely. Your gaze lingered on each feature—his relaxed yet tired expression, the curve of his jaw, the corners of his lips slightly turned upward—capturing every detail that made him, him, as if you were memorizing them.

You didn't know how he managed to look that handsome for his age. Not that he was that old, but still.

"Have you been sleeping these days?" you kindly asked him. You knew, deep down, that he would always look after you, putting your needs before his own, but at the same time, you saw how little care he took of himself. It was as if he neglected his own well-being in favor of focusing on everyone else; you, above everyone. Every time you noticed him pushing himself too hard or ignoring his own health, you'd find yourself gently scolding him, urging him to take a moment for himself, though you knew he'd brush it off. In the end, this was just who he was.

"Yes, a bit." he answered and you could feel he was being honest but still decided to make sure.

"Are you sure?" your tone was low and comforting, yet full of worry. You noticed the small bags under his eyes, you noticed his tired expression and often times you would feel guilty that he had to reassure you while he was feeling so defeated.

"Yes, i'm sure." he said sweetly and pinched the tip of your nose softly.

You subtly pushed yourself up, enough to lean your face closer to his, and pecked his lips. Your chest was now in contact with his and your hands were placed one between his hair and the other on the soft mattress of the couch, surrounding yourself.

"You look so tired..." you whispered while caressing his scalp. Your faces only inches away. He moved his hand to grasp your waist while the other was still on your cheek.

"Yeah but you always bring all my energies back.." he whispered back, causing you to smile a bit.

Your eyes wavered all over his face, admiring everything about him as your pupils dilated some more, as if turning into a heart shape. You didn't know exactly what did u see in him, but you saw something. Maybe that's how real love feels like: inexplicable. Almost as if it's no sense.

Then, you sighed and looked away from him.

"I'm sorry." said you while resting your head next to his. He looked at you confused.

"For what?" he asked and adjusted himself so that he could look at you but also be in a comfortable position. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You swallowed hard.

"I don't know..that you gotta take care of my shit while you're already feeling defeated and stuff.." you explained, almost whimpering.

"I notice how tired you are every day..we barely see or talk to each other before the evening and when i see you like this i feel like a burden or like i'm not doing enough for you...i don't know, i just miss you.." you added. You didn't want to add more pressure and stress on his shoulders but you needed to tell him.

You saw his expression on his face, focused on listening to you and all your rantling and he looked sad.

"Y/n..." he started.

"Honey, don't say that again. Yes i am tired but that doesn't mean i don't gotta take care of you when you feel down as well. Just because we're both not having the best of the days, it doesn't mean we gotta ignore each other or something like that. I take care of you cause i want to. Cause it makes me feel better when i manage to bring your smile back." he gently explained while playing with some strands of your hair, in a desperate attempt to soothe you.

"I'm sorry we barely see or talk to each other during the day, i wish we both had more time one for the other even tho at night i try to stay up as much time as possible, even if you are asleep cause i wanna make up for lost time." he continued, hoping you'd understand his words. You lowkey wished things went different. Wished that he never went to play those sick games.

"Yeah but...i don't know, i just wish i could do more for us, for you. You always take care of me but i never do enough to take care of you.." she said. Your tone of voice hid a hint of sadness in it.

"No, y/n. You do more than enough and that's what matters. I will always appreciate the little things you do cause i know how much effort you put into them. I know you love me, i know you care about me. I don't have to worry about anything else." he said. He knew you wouldn't believe him but he hoped that he managed to reassure you even if it was just for the moment.

You nodded slowly at his words and accepted them. You hid your face into the crock of his neck and snuggled against him, holding him as tight as you could, wanting to enjoy his company, his warmth for the night. His fingers found their ways in between your thin hair and caressed your scalp while the other hand was busy holding you against him. He wanted to protect you from everything and everyone. He wanted you to feel safe and he'd do anything to not let you get hurt.

He started to whisper reassuring words in your ear to facilitate your sleep.

“Please don’t ever leave me, Gi-hun.” you mumbled.

"I won’t, I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere. I've got you." those were the last words you heard from him before you sweetly murmured: "I love you.." and drifted off to sleep.

He kissed your head tenderly and whispered an "I love you, too" muffled before closing his eyes and fully relaxing his body under yours, feeling his thoughts drifting away into dreams.

So there you were, both laying in each other arms after days full of stress and pressure, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable and to rest for the night.

[sleep-0-deprived]

I just had a thought when I caught a short glimpse of bunny ready but like..what if? Hear me out brother. But what if..why if bunny m!reader is a student with like the teacher’s pet lyrics as a guide? Like some specific lyrics could be incorporated into the plot. It that weird???

My brother you may be onto somethin— it’s a fucked up idea but that’s what this blog is for—

Like jus imagine- bein the bunny boy that the wolf teacher is havin an affair with! Oh it’s so unexpected- he’s married to such a pretty fox but her pussy doesn’t feel the same as you, his orgasms aren’t as strong as with you- but you’re jus some bunny boy with melancholy cravin all the love he can give you but Y’know it won’t ever be E’nough for you. You feel like shit on the daily being his side boy but you can’t stop— your bunny tail in the air getting your guts squished around over his desk all teary eyed poutin “if I’m so special why am I secret”

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All the older male can do is croon you on and on bout how you’re only secret cause he keeps his prizes to himself— he doesn’t think of you like a lover just a dumb boy to play predator on- but you aren’t a full blown bunny? You don’t hop and he doesn’t own you. But he’d make you feel so worthless he’d manipulate you into being his- he’d break you down into a quick blowjob under the desk at lunch and kiss stains on his thighs while you sniffle— god you’d think his favorite hobby is pulling those bunny ears.

Just imagin all the guilt eatin up your poor bunny thoughts! Bunnies weren’t meant to have such problems but all he did was fill you up with em’ you’d feel guilty every time he ate your ass N’ fucked you- you felt so terrible all those times he’d say how better you were than his wife, gosh your ears would just lay all flat N’ sad I mean don’t know why you even need me. All that guilt slowly pushing its way in his head maybe for some sick reason he feels that guilt- his skin crawls when you moan- he’d shove his fingers in your mouth to feel less “do you regret the things we shared I’ll never forget”

You’d get so twisted you’d start to enjoy how he broke you and glued you together again, you already felt angry with yourself but something about how you’d bite your pencils and flick your bunny ears in class giving him a knowing look staying behind all the other students even going far enough to ask “if I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?” You wanted all guys wide had, you wanted to have him and give him pups- you could do just as good as she could?

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[yukioos]

neito who despises class 1-A but secretly admires & slowly develops romantic feelings for reader who's from class 1-A? ever since the sports festival & all that

like he'd be bashing and hating on class 1-A, saying they don't deserve all the hype they're getting but doesn't say a thing once reader is around to hear about it from him + he thinks reader should have been in class 1-B instead

& whatever else you think would be fitting, i love reading your fanfics‪‪❤︎‬

neito who has taken a liking to you, a student from class 1-a

monoma was royally pissed off when he was beaten by a group from class 1-a during the sports festival. his classmates underneath him kept falling, their quirks weren’t as powerful as they normally were, and one of them even passed out, causing them all to topple over onto the ground. he yelled at his teammate to get up, to try harder, because he didn’t know how this happened.

maybe they were just unlucky.

he glanced over at the other teams, who were busy taking each other’s headbands, and he saw you staring right back at him with a slight smile and a mischievous glint in your eyes. he scowled, glaring at you. he remembered your quirk was jinx manipulation, the ability to manipulate and cause bad things to happen to others. when your quirk worked, you always told your opposers, ‘maybe you were just unlucky. it’s not your fault it happened to you.’

once the festival was over and everyone went back to school, all monoma could talk about was you, how ‘annoying’ it was that none of his tactics worked, all because of you and your stupid quirk.

however, he never missed your glares sent to mineta and bakugo, and how they would miraculously embarrass themselves in front of a group of people, or even get a bone broken if they were particularly aggravating. of course, recovery girl would always nurse them back to health without a problem.

monoma supposed you and he shared hatred for some of the people in your class just from the looks you gave the two boys.

whenever you retreated to your dorm after the last period, monoma would always try and make conversation with you, but to no avail. he would constantly complain about it to his classmates, knowing they didn’t care, but he couldn’t help it! you were too interesting, and it frustrated him that you didn’t have time together. you would’ve been an excellent asset to class 1-b, in his opinion.

once, he was in a fight with bakugo in the training center, monoma yelled, “oh, come on, you can’t do better than that? you can’t even control your quirk, what happens when you go haywire and become a villain, huh?”

“shut your mouth, you don’t even have an original quirk! copying other people’s quirks is pathetic!” bakugo screamed, sparks coming from his hands in frustration.

todoroki calmly intervened, “there’s no reason to be arguing about this.”

“you can’t control your fire quirk, so you can’t say anything either!” monoma frowned.

more students began to join in on the argument, mostly from your class because monoma started the fight.

the large entrance door creaked as you pulled it open, you walked in the large building and heard echoes of shouting. familiarly, you recognized bakugo’s and monoma’s yelling. however, when you walked over to the large group, one of the voices suddenly stopped and went silent.

once monoma didn’t have anything to say, bakugo confronted him and smirked, “what’s the matter, cat got your tongue? why aren’t you talking anymore, huh? you sure had a lot to say before, what changed?”

monoma paused for a moment and coldly spoke, “i have somewhere to be.”

he turned around without a word, walking straight in your path. you smiled and walked past him when he spoke, “l/n.” you turned around and tilted your head when he blushed and asked, “how does your quirk work?”

“why do you want to know?” you asked, not replying but instead looking at him with a blank expression.

his eyes slightly widened, he needed to come up with an excuse fast. he stated, “i want to know how your quirk works in case we get chosen for the same agency or if we have to team up to do something.”

you paused for a moment then shrugged, “wish bad luck or good luck for someone and how you want it to happen. if i wished bad luck upon you, i could choose for you to pass out and hit your head on the ground.” you hesitated, “you’d clearly be injured.”

“really? you don’t have to do anything… physical? it’s all mentally controlled?” he raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms as he seemed confused.

“no, i don’t have to do anything… physical.” you grinned. the way he said it the first time made it seem like he was making an innuendo.

“not like that, you weirdo.” the tips of his ears tinted red.

a moment passed before you heard a loud explosion, and orange blasting toward you and monoma. he needed to move out of the way, it didn’t seem like he noticed yet.

he stepped out of the way and began talking to you like nothing happened, but he heard an explosion hit the wall in front of him. there was almost a large hole burnt through it.

he swiftly turned around and shook, seeing a student from class 1-a on the ground, the one who caused the explosion in the first place, bakugo.

mixed thoughts came from each student, one suggested, “maybe he passed out from using too much of his quirk?”

midoriya quickly shot it down, “no, kacchan’s limit isn’t like that at all. he has much power to use before he gets overwhelmed and his quirk stops working. this wasn’t the right time.”

you softly rolled your eyes at how midoriya seemed to shut down the idea. the blonde kn front of you, however, smirked. he teased, “y/n, don’t tell me you’re the one who did that!”

“how dare you accuse me, neito, it could never be me. it’s not like he’s annoying all the damn time and doesn’t ever shut his mouth!” you joked, grinning at how you both shared a dislike for your angry classmate.

a loud whistle echoed throughout the building, and vlad king yelled, “class b! round up, we’re sparring against each other!”

monoma sighed and stated, “i have to go, i’ll see you later.”

you waved and spoke, “i wish you luck, neito.”

he tried to hide the smile that stretched across his face, hiding it with his fist.

it’s safe to say he won every round against his classmates.

decided to make katsuki the hated one because why not? anyway i hope you enjoyed this. i referred to neito as monoma most of the time bc he and reader don’t know each other very well in this fic. i’m so happy you love reading my fics, and i’m trying to write more for neito!

[httpsdana]

hey lovee! idk if you’ve seen that tiktok trend where the sibling is like rude to their brother’s girlfriend to see their reaction!

Could you write something like that with marc bernal, if you don’t write about him maybe with pau cubarsi or pedri!🥰

Little Test~Marc Bernal

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I really hope this one is the one you're talking about ❤

The Bernal household was buzzing with excitement on New Year's Eve. Marc had invited his girlfriend to his family's traditional New Year’s dinner, and she was nervous but also excited to meet his loved onesMarc had been constantly talking about how much his family would love her, but little did he know, tonight she was going to have a bit of fun—at his expense.

She'd made a plan with Toni, Marc’s older brother, to prank Marc during dinner. The plan? Toni would be rude to her, making snarky comments, while she'd act upset to see how Marc would react. She was hoping for a protective and possessive response, but she wasn't sure how far they could push him.

The food laid out in plates at the table as the family gathered around. Marc sat beside y/n, his hand resting lightly on her knee. He smiled at her as his parents talked warmly to her, and Toni gave her a cheeky smile from across the table, ready to play his part.

As everyone began digging into their plates, Toni shot her a look and decided it was time to begin their little game.

"Are you really going to eat all that?" he asked, his eyes scanning her plate with a smirk. "that's a lot of food don't you think?"

She tensed up, feigning a wince as she gazed down at her plate. She spoke gently, trying to portray her feelings in her voice, "Excuse me?"

Marc immediately glanced at her, furrowing his brow. "Toni," he remarked abruptly, his voice already threatening. "What’s your problem?"

Toni leaned in and spoke louder so that everyone could hear him. "No, seriously," he said. "I don't believe she needs so much food. Do you not believe that you've had enough?"

Without looking directly at Marc, she lowered her head to her dish and started to gently move her food around on your plate.

Even though it was all fake, she wanted the hurt to look real, and it was nearly true now. She allowed herself to be disappointed and possibly sad.

Marc’s hand quickly reached for hers, his grip tightening as his eyes narrowed at Toni. "Toni, shut up," he said, his voice tight with anger. "What the hell is your problem?"

Toni just shrugged, clearly enjoying the anger he was causing from their little prank. "What?" he replied, his tone mocking. "I'm just saying she doesn't need to eat all that, do you?"

Marc turned to her, his face softening, but his irritation still obvious. "Are you okay, amor?" he asked quietly, rubbing her hand in soothing circles under the table.

She nodded gently, tears welling up in her eyes, but he didn't need to know just yet that they were fake. She sniffled, looking down at her plate again. "I’m fine," she whispered, making sure to sound hurt.

The table fell into an awkward silence as everyone noticed Marc's growing frustration with his brother. His parents exchanged surprised glances, clearly wondering why Toni was being so rude, but Marc was still focused on her only.

"Don’t let him get to you," Marc said, his voice softer now. "I’m sorry about him"

But Toni wasn’t finished yet. He was clearly enjoying Marc’s growing anger and decided to push him more. "I’m just looking out for her, Marc," he said, leaning back in his chair. "It’s not like she needs all that food. It’s a lot for someone with her... figure."

She glanced at Marc after this comment, still pretending to be upset, and he noticed. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, slamming his hand down on the table.

"Alright, that’s enough!" Marc’s voice was loud, and everyone went silent, startled by his sudden outburst. "Toni, shut up! you don’t get to talk to her like that. You’re crossing a line."

Toni sat up straighter, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. "Relax, I’m just messing with her," he said, though there was a small twitch of guilt in his expression and how he made his brother angry.

But Marc wasn’t having it. "I don’t care if you’re messing around, Toni. Don’t ever talk to my girlfriend like that again," Marc said, his voice firm, his eyes fierce as he turned to her immediately. "Are you okay, baby?"

She blinked surprised, still pretending to be upset, giving a small nod. "Yeah…," she whispered.

Toni shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but Marc wanted to make sure his girlfriend felt comfortable again. His hand was now on her arm, rubbing it gently. He kept glancing at his brother, visibly angry.

Toni sat there, his expression shifting from smug to sheepish. It was clear he didn’t expect Marc to get so upset.

Just as the silence stretched on, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she looked at Marc’s confused face. "Marc, I’m so sorry" she said between giggles. "We were just messing with you!"

Toni immediately joined in, unable to contain his laughter either. "It’s just a prank, hermano. She wanted to see how you’d react."

Marc blinked, his anger quickly fading into disbelief. His jaw dropped as he stared between his girlfriend and his brother, trying to process what had just happened. "dumbasses" he muttered, shaking his head.

y/n couldn’t stop laughing at Marc's expression. "You should have seen your face, Marc" she said, still laughing. "You were ready to strangle Toni right there"

Marc let out a frustrated sigh, but then a smile tugged at his lips despite himself. "You guys are so stupid," he said, though there was no real heat behind his words. "I really thought you were upset."

Toni clapped Marc on the back, still grinning. "I told you he’d get all protective. That was priceless."

Marc shook his head again, rubbing the back of his neck, a grin spreading across his face. "I can't believe you two" he said, trying to hide his smile. "don’t ever pull something like this again on me."

She leaned into him, still laughing softly. "Come on, Marc," she teased, kissing his cheek. "That was fun don't deny it"

Marc raised an eyebrow at her. "To you maybe not to me" he said, his voice softening. "But next time, no pranks, okay?"

Toni leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What can I say? She had to test if Marc would really fight for her." He flashed a grin at Marc. "You passed the test, hermano."

Marc’s eyes softened as he looked at her. "I'd go to war for you, cariño," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the prank. "that's good to know," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

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[crypticminx]

Hi! I loved ur telling Felix if pregnant fic so could we get a p2? Maby e Felix helping reader a morning sickness. Just fluffy ❤❤

Hi my angel!!! here you go! Xoxo

Pregnancy with Felix ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

AN: part two to my headcanons, very fluffy xoxo

- Felix would grow to be exceedingly close and overbearing of you at all times–all within good reason, of course. You felt incredibly tired? No problem, his usual disorganized bed would be neatly prepped and cozy for you with a cup of tea waiting on his night side table. Morning sickness? He was behind you as you would throw up all of your unpleasant remains from the previous night, holding back your silky hair while he gently circled his palm along your sore arched back in soothing motions

- Felix would favor sleeping in with you even if that foolishly resulted in the ignorant academic missing his first morning class, but you were immensely important to him in comparison to his repetitive lectures. He’d wrap you deeply into his chest, entangling both of your legs and arms to construct some sort of warmth from each of your bare bodies. When you’d finally close your eyes to try and regain your interrupted rest, Felix would slide his hand down to just below your ribs and on your abdomen. Though you were barely showing, he could already feel some sort of connection to what was inside of you and it made him feel affectionately sympathetic. Most of all, it made him cherish you even more and from that moment onward, he was destined to continue to treat you in a way that differentiated him from any other sort of love you had ever received.

- It would be too soon for the two of you to move into Saltburn, a manageable idea Felix came up with on a whim upon the two of you trying to discuss the reality of your soon to be future that included a baby. Felix, who terribly wished he could stay with you to attend to your doting needs at every passing hour of each day, still had his classes to attend. You would carefully decide not to continue any further studies, withdrawing yourself from all your classes. Much to your angry parents dismay as they harshly yelled at you once the whole truth unraveled from your apologetic mouth through the lines of a telephone in an empty hallway. They were far away, convenient enough for you, but hearing their harsh tones of pure disappointment made you mentally feel like you had been hit by a bus; paralyzed with sadness among all your other unwanted hormones. Felix, seeing you shamefully walk back into his room was to the rescue as he tried his best to reassure you. There was nothing more he despised than seeing your pretty little eyes swell with tears that were caused from people who should've been supporting you.

- “Y/n, darling, look at me” he would softly cup your flushed, tear-stained cheeks, “I could pay for your education whenever you'd want me to, y’know?” You only nodded at him, sniffling as you felt yourself trying to keep it together. “In fact,” his dark eyes scanned the room before their full attention was back on you, “what do you say we go get a place together, yeah?”

- Felix was soon to follow in sharing the news with his parents and judging by the huge grin he sported on his gorgeous face after hanging up on the telephone, you knew that their reaction was eons away in contrast to how your folks retaliated. And with everything finally being put into motion, a flat just on the outskirts of where campus was located was hastily granted and approved to you and Felix. “Mum was practically screaming with joy,” Felix admitted as he ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head in the process while his mind painted the image of his mother beaming with delight at the thought of a Catton grandchild.

- You imagined your flat to be cute, cozy and fitting, but this was Felix Catton we were talking about. Opening the doors after receiving the keys to your shared place, you were stunned at how breathtakingly modern and posh the interior was. A large living room accompanied with what seemed to be an extraordinarily comfortable sofa, marble stained countertops in a kitchen that was larger than your previous dorm room all topped together with 4 exquisite bedrooms. It was a strange feeling, not unsettling, but very downright gracious as you could see everything playing out as if it were a movie. Candles would be lit on the dining table, the mouth watering smell of dinner you just prepared would be flowing in the air, and there would be an eager infant placed on your hip waiting to be fed. As you’re about to feed your young, Felix would walk in, looking exhausted from a tiresome day, but happy to see the two most important people in his life.

- “So?” he would interrupt your thoughts as he could see you relishing the moment. “I love it,” you would breathlessly vow before Felix could only respond by lifting you off of your feet and cautiously twirling you around the hardwood floors of your flat.

- As the months would slowly start to progress and evolve into life with Felix, you felt at ease for once and being able to have time granted to you allowed you to focus on yourself and your pregnancy, making everything less complicated. You could take any given moment to rest and let your body prepare itself for your child. Felix would do everything in his strong willed nature to find the best doctors for you, being in attendance for every appointment with you, and always kept himself in line for having access to all of your desires.

- Changes–lots and lots of changes. Watching your stomach slowly swell outwards was fascinating and you had accompanied a new profound sense of gratefulness for yourself. Most of the girls your age would probably die if they had to say goodbye to their wardrobe of short skirts and tube tops, but that didn't matter to you anymore, what did was your baby. Felix, on the other hand, was constantly in a state of awe whenever he was around you. His protective hands were always placed on your bump, caressing it with the utmost care possible, all while extensively praising you. “So so beautiful seeing you like this, my darling,” he'd gently whisper in your ear as you laid on top of his lean body, enjoying the spell he'd put you under that was his touch. “Carrying my baby,” he hushed, kissing the top of your head, his fingers unable to stop themselves from stroking one of your sensitive breasts. “You're only going to get more beautiful.”

- With all the happiness, there were also many challenges that you faced. Feeling extremely emotional more days than others, it was mainly the rare moments that Felix wasn't home or around to embrace you with his devoted presence that made you feel like you were missing out on a chunk of events that you should've been at. Felix rushing in after a late lecture that took more of his daunting time than it should have, he swung by you, only giving you a quick pat of a kiss on your forehead, before he rummaged his tote bag of schoolwork away on an empty counter. “You're in a rush,” you observed as he changed his button down into something that seemed far more relaxed and calm. “Uh yeah,” he hurriedly spat, focussing more on fixing himself up, “Oliver and I were gonna head to the pub with a few of the guys, celebratory post midterm drinks and all that.'' Oh, you tried your hardest not to sound letdown by the fact that you would probably spend the majority of the night alone on the sofa continuing to read a catalog you had zero interest in. Felix wanted to hurdle himself to the front door, but feeling tension in the air that was so strong he could cut it with a knife, he paused and glanced at your face that was slowly becoming struck with sorrow. In response, he slowly padded his feet towards you. “What's wrong?” His tone was relaxed and not full of distraction. You sighed, feeling guilty for stopping him in his tracks, “I just feel like I've been missing out on everything,” you found your mind speaking out loud, too late in stopping yourself from speaking the truth. “I miss going out with you, being carefree and reckless,” you pouted, feeling like a fussy child. “Oh, sweetheart,” he took a seat beside you, “I can assure you’re not missing anything, in fact, I'd rather be with you all the time.” it was true, Felix didn't care for his past ways, he was more occupied in his life with you and he'd never trade that for any sleazy party. He rested a loving hand on your stomach, “this is far more important to me.”

- Felix’s favorite pastime hobby with you would be picking out names for your little one. Dressed in nothing but cozy knee high socks and an oversized T-shirt, courtesy of Felix, you would lay a journal just above your bump as your attentive ears would listen to all the ideas sprouting from Felix, smiling as his quick mind came up with more suggestions. “Genevieve for a girl?” he gave you a weary smile, not feeling too confident. “It's beautiful, but too posh and old, no? He chuckled, “mum would have a field day with that one,” he exaggerated his expression, raising his pierced eyebrow before rolling his smitten eyes. “So that's a no, I presume,” you giggled as you crossed it out with your pen.

- Your shared moments that were filled with ambience of love were your favorite times. Soaking every ounce of alone time you could get with Felix because before you knew it, the simple times would turn into long sleepless nights—and not the ones you favored the most with him. Felix would run a bath filled with relaxing salts for you to lay in as he would wash your locks and all parts of your body for you, letting his hands do the work as your head would tilt back in ease, letting all your soreness peacefully exit. The moments spent in bed mainly included Felix resting his head on your bump, freely talking to your child as his voice carried you to sleep. “I love you and your mum so much,” he kissed your bare skin with his soft lips, hoping not to stir you out of sleep, “daddy cannot wait to meet you.”

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Your art smells like jthm (COMPLJMENT)!!..

Also are there any kool headcanons you have about the characters??

Oh thank you! I love how many different things my art style reminds people of!😂❤

(Í think it's all the hatching and random thickness in the brush strokes.)

But yeah i have some Headcanons! At least for Alastor cause he's the one I think about the most.😜

These are just things I decided to keep in mind when I come up with scripts:

*Al's smile is stitched on him, so he can never stop doing it even if he wanted to.

*He normaly doesn't sleep, (except when hes injured and is using a lot of energy to heal.) at night he just wanders around the hotel like a creepy ghost.

*I don't think Lilith owns his soul. I think it's a third party character we haven't met yet. He and Lilith are connected in some way, obviously, but not a soul-contract way. I honestly have a lot of problems with that theory. for excample: Why would Lilith from the Bible give someone voodoo themed powers???

*Alastor is terrified of feeling exposed, weak or vulnerable. I think when he was alive he experienced that a lot and now he's trying to make himself impervious to any kind of emotional damage.

* He's also very prideful person. When he came to Hell he was like the new kid in school taking down the biggest guy's there to assert his dominance. Putting up walls as fast as he could and screaming: "Don't come near me or I'll bite your head off!"

*I think there's a voodoo doll of him somewhere, and he's desperate to find it. Or he has found it already and hidden it.

*he wants Charlie's soul because that would make him stronger than whoever owns his soul. Therefore be able to break his contract but still keep being powerful.

* I project onto him one of my own personality traits: Being aroace but very romanticly flirty without wanting really anything out if it. Just a proper gentleman. With a trail of confused, broken hearts behind him. (Im personally tryin not to do that but Al doesn't care, obvs.)😅

*People who want him sexually bore him. (Another personality trait I'm projecting onto him.)

*unless you're more powerful than him or are able to further his goals, he'll never go out of his way to dislike you. He never punches down, but he wont have any strong feelings about it.

Í probably have more, but these were fun to write down!😁