#decided only to do one bump & not any more bc of it

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 03:12 A.M 」

tw: pregnancy. just a little something based on ask~ gojo annoys you on daily basis, so now you return the favor and he can't refuse it bc you're his baby mama😋

a part of gojo's love entries

“satoru— your baby is hungry,” you pouted, poking his cheek repeatedly. “sa-to-ru!!”

it was 3 in the morning, and ideally, you would have been sleeping... only that suddenly you were awoken by rumbles from your growing belly.

yet your husband was still sound asleep without any care in the world, prompting you to poke him until you succeeded in making him hear you out.

satoru begrudgingly cracked his eyes open, still having his face tucked under the blanket and yawning. “ngh, sweets… what is it?”

his sleepy voice was thick, low and raspy. usually you’d swoon and leave a hickey or two on his neck but not now, as the overwhelming hunger made you almost curl.

“baby is craving mochi,” you said, eyes shining up to him ever so innocently. “get it for me, satoruuu.”

“oh?” if he wasn’t awake before, now he was after hearing your nagging tone drawling his name. he faced you and drew you closer. “what do you want again, hmm?”

“ice cream mochi!!”

“oooh that.” satoru scratched his head at the memory of him eating the last of it yesterday. “but we ran out of them, sweetheart… wait till morning, yeah? i’ll go to market to get some.”

“but...”

“can’t baby wait a few more hours, hmm?”

“no! want it— now!”

satoru blinked at your insistence. you looked positively adorable while sulking at him too.

“why mochi all of sudden, huh?” he decided to humor you. “you used to say they taste bland.”

“that’s because of your sperm infecting me,” you sullenly accused. “and don’t pretend you haven’t been feeding me mochi for weeks. baby likes it more than i thought.”

“hey! don’t bash my sperm! they did no wrong and completed the deed splendidly!”

“you’re just a one-time donor, don’t be smug.”

he whined and you huffed, before suddenly your stomach grumbled loudly and you curled up. “mmhm.”

“hey… what’s wrong?” satoru quickly sat up and placed his hand on your baby bump. “really hungry? wait, i’ll get you something to nibble on first.”

he rummaged through his work uniform and found several bite-sized chocolate bars he brought around, and unwrapped the foil. “here.”

you immediately devoured the treat to sate your hunger, but still, your baby longed for more—

“mochi…” you mumbled despondently, your expression turning heartbroken. and one second later satoru realized how much he wanted to squeeze your cheeks, and relented.

“okay, okay, sweets~” he gave your head several comforting pats, making you look up. “i’ll go and get the mochi, yeah? you stay put and wait for me, 'kay?”

“yay.” a little smile bloomed in your face and satoru chuckled, finding you so unbearably endearing.

and so, for you, he ventured out to the closest 24-hour convenience store, picking up some ice cream mochi along with other treats to replenish your stock, before teleporting back home.

he was expecting that you'd still be all sulky while waiting for him, but instead, he found you peacefully asleep, hogging his pillow.

each breath that caused your chest to rise and fall made you appear all the more vulnerable and soft in his eyes.

you looked so irrevocably precious to him. his sweet little wife... in that moment, satoru felt like he was the luckiest man alive, getting to have you as his.

“you naughty girl.” he let out an amused laugh before reclaiming his spot next to you. the hold you had over him— you made him go through the cold night air, and now you were monopolizing his pillow and he had to resume sleeping without one at all.

and yet all he could feel was love. for you and your baby, as he pulled you close to his chest.

“both of you sure love teaming up against me, huh?”

[lucy90712]

kinda sad but reader distancing herself from jude bc she’s pregnant and don’t know how to tell him and he’s really scared bc he thinks she’s gonna leave him

A/n: I had to give this a happy ending as I have far too much angst to write that I needed a pick me up

Do it. Just do it. 

I have to keep telling myself those few words. In front of me sits a pregnancy test that I can't get myself to take as I don't want to know the answer. Jude and I have always been really careful as he doesn't want kids, I don't mind either way but because he doesn't want them we always try to be super safe. Despite that for the last few weeks I've just not felt right I've been feeling really nauseous and my period is now a week late which really only means one thing I just didn't want to believe it. As much as I know I'm almost definitely pregnant I don't want to take the test as that will confirm it and then I'll have to deal with the consequences.

How would I tell Jude? Would he leave me? Can I raise a baby on my own? All of those questions swirled round my brain as I still just stared at the test. Jude will definitely not be happy but if I am pregnant I don't want to get rid of the baby as I don't think I could handle all the emotions that come with that. If I don't get rid of the baby I can definitely see Jude breaking up with me which I understand he doesn't want kids and he's just starting out his career at Real Madrid he won't want a baby to look after so I'll probably be on my own in a city I don't know with no support. 

It got to the point that all of the questions were starting to eat away at me so to forget about them I decided just to take the test. What no one tells you about taking a pregnancy test is that the few minute wait for the result feels like a century I swear I was pacing back and forth forever before the screen displayed the result. I chose to take a digital test as it would tell me how many weeks I was as that's something I wanted to know too but then I realised that knowing how far along I am will make it feel a whole lot more real. There was no surprise when I finally looked at the test and it said pregnant 4-5 weeks. 

Finally seeing it confirmed made it impossible to hold back my tears any longer. Instinctively my hand went to my stomach as I thought about how in a few short months I will have a baby the baby that is currently growing inside me. The tears were a mix of happiness as somehow I was actually happy to know I was pregnant and anxiety as I have no idea what the future holds. 

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It has been a month since I found out I was pregnant and I'm now 10 weeks along. A few weeks back I went for my first ultrasound and got to see the baby and make sure everything was ok which it was. Jude still doesn't know, I've tried to tell him so many times but I just can't do it I either chicken out or the moment just doesn't feel right. I know I need to tell him soon as I'm already starting to develop a small bump which will only get bigger and sometimes I think Jude gets a bit suspicious when I won't eat certain things I usually love as I know they will make me sick. 

Over the past month I have definitely been a lot more distant with Jude which has meant he hasn't noticed when I've had really bad sickness days and that I have a small bump growing. It's hard hiding such a big secret from him which is part of why I've been so distant because I just want to tell him and for us to be a happy family but I know it won't go that way and I can't bare the thought of that. I love Jude so much and I don't want to ruin our relationship but I know at some point I'll have to tell him and deal with whatever heartbreak comes along with that. 

No one apart from me knows about my pregnancy not even my parents or my friends I have kept it a complete secret. Today though I'm seeing my friends and I know they are getting a bit suspicious as when we go out I'm always tired and I don't drink anymore. We aren't doing much today just going for brunch so I got up after Jude left for training and went to where we were supposed to meet. Once everyone was there we went in and got a table and I lasted less than a minute before the smell of someone's food made me feel so nauseous that I had to run to the bathroom. My best friend joined me to make sure I was ok but I knew she wasn't convinced when I said I was fine. 

"Are you ok?" The rest of the group asked 

"Yeah I'm fine" I said 

"What's going on girl you've been acting weird for a while now" my best friend said 

"Ok you guys can't say anything to anyone but I'm pregnant I found out a month ago and I've been hiding it because Jude doesn't want kids and I don't know how to tell him" I admitted 

None of them really knew what to say they all knew that Jude didn't want kids and a baby was never supposed to be part of our lives so they were as shocked as I was. After the initial shock they all started giving me advice and telling me everything would be fine. They all tried to reassure me that Jude wouldn't leave me when he found out but they did say I need to tell him at some point soon and I agree but it's hard to find the right words to say. 

Once I got back home I just sat in silence thinking about life and how I got to this point. I was so consumed with my thoughts that I didn’t hear the front door opening or Jude calling my name as he entered the house with increased panic when I didn’t reply. I only came back to reality when he was stood in front of me catching his breath after I nearly gave him a heart attack. There was a lot of staring at each other as I tried to find something to say while he tried to read me and work out what I was thinking. 

“Love are you ok and before you tell me you’re fine I know you’re not you’ve been acting strange for a while and I just want to know what I can do to make things better” he said 

Hearing him say that was too much for me I just burst into tears right in front of him. His arms made their way around me and he tried to calm me down but that didn’t help. This last month I’ve held back all of my emotions about this whole situation and now they are coming out all at once and I can’t hold them back any longer. I tried to tell him but the words couldn’t escape my mouth so instead I grabbed his hand and took him upstairs with me. I kept my pregnancy test and ultrasound pictures hidden away in my wardrobe so I found them and just placed them in Jude’s hands. This isn’t how I wanted to tell him but I think it’s the only way I can do it without having another breakdown. 

“What is this?” He asked 

“I’m pregnant” I said 

“I’m sorry I know you don’t want kids and we are always careful I don’t know how it happened and I just I’m just sorry” I rambled 

“Hey it’s ok calm down how long have you known?” He asked 

“I’ve known for a month and I’m 10 weeks now” I said 

“Wow we are going to be parents” he said hugging me tightly 

“Wait you aren’t mad” I questioned 

“No of course I’m not mad I’m actually really happy I know I said I didn’t want kids but more recently I started to change my mind especially seeing you with all the guys kids it made me want that with you I couldn’t be happier right now” he said 

“So you aren’t going to leave me?” I asked 

“Of course not I can’t wait to go through this whole journey with you I’m just sad I haven’t been there for you until now” he said 

Hearing that was such a relief but not at all what I expected. I’ve always been told things happen for a reason and this is one of those things I guess. Naturally Jude had a lot of questions so I told him everything like everything I know about the baby and how I’ve been feeling as he wanted to know how I’ve been coping. It felt so good to finally tell him everything and he seemed so genuinely happy which allowed me to actually think about how excited I am too as that’s something I’ve pushed away until now. 

After a long conversation we both went silent and just took a minute to take in what has just happened. As we sat there Jude’s hand made its way to my shirt which he lifted up slightly and just rested his hand on my tiny bump. I watched as the smile on his face got even bigger than it was before I could see him look at my almost non existent bump with so much love that it almost made me cry. This whole thing doesn’t seem anywhere near as scary now that I know Jude is here to support me and I already know he’s going to be the best dad if he loves our baby this much already. 

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||OT8

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: MeanDom!Ateez, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Gang Bang, Ass Fucking, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Spanking, Spit, Tit Smacking, Breast Play, Bukkake, Dacryphilia, Oral, Cum Eating, Rough Sex, Degradation, CNC, Choking, Marking, If I Missed Anything🫣👀Lemme Know..

A/N: I can’t believe I was able to get this done before 12am😵‍💫, I tried my best to get this done before midnight, bc I wanted to make sure I posted it on Halloween. I can’t believe it’s officially over now, thank you to everyone who supported me. Rather it was with a like, reblog, a comment, an ask, anything tbh. I received so much love this October and I’m grateful and appreciate to every single one of you😭💙. Also special thanks to @seonghwasbobaeyes for betaing the first half of this fic, you are muchly appreciated babes😚! This isn’t the end of the road for Slasher!Ateez👀, we will DEFINITELY be seeing them again! I’m already thinking about what I’m going to write for November tbh..😚. My asks will be opening due to October being over, so send in your requests!

Kinktober Masterlist

Ever since your last visit with the two masked men, you had been itching, yearning for more. They left you with an undying last in your mouth. You craved them, how sinners crave sin. They were addicting, they were like a forbidden fruit.

You hadn’t heard a peep or even seen a peep of them in weeks. You had been on the lookout constantly, trying to find any trace of them. It's like your neighbors knew you were on the fence. Making sure to greet you everyday, going out of their way to make sure you were happy. They so easily picked up your emotions. It's like you bonded with every single one of them. Wanting to get into better spirits you decided to throw a small Halloween party inviting the guys from the neighborhood as a way to say thanks for all they do, and thanks for being there for you.

You were at home prepping the food when suddenly the lights went out in your home. Letting out an annoyed huff you make your way to your circuit breaker box. Walking past your bedroom you notice a figure in your room, hiding behind the wall, you try to steady your breath clearly worked up and scared by what you saw, you quietly try to creep down the hall when your lights cut back on. Wanting to see if it was your eyes playing tricks on you, or if there was someone actually in your home you slowly make your way to the bedroom. As soon as you cut the corner to your room you see one of the masked men in your bedroom, sitting on your bed, man spreading widely. Energy as heavy as stone, he sat like he owned not only your hole, he sat like he owned you, and every move you made. Getting up slowly, he walks towards you, slow long strides.

Putting his hands up on the frame of the door. His muscular body takes up the whole door frame.

“And where are you running off to, pretty girl?”

Your eyes grow big, backing away slowly, your back bumps into a hard frame behind you. Looking up you see Mingi towering over you, staring down at your helpless frame.

“Don’t you look cute in your pajamas.” Mingi says with a large smirk on his face, running his fingers over the lace trim on the bottom of your sleep shorts. Jongho walks over to you, peeling his body off of the door frame. His large frame crushes you between him and Mingi. You can barely see his eyes through the mask, yet you can feel the intensity radiating from the person beneath it.

“Wh-what’s going on…” you whisper out through a shaky breath. Gripping your hips Mingi pulls your ass against him, grinding his hard on, onto you. Jongho moves closer, his chest completely crushing you. Gripping the front of your pajama shorts he plays with the lace on them, letting his hand slowly fall to the front of them, gradually untying the ribbon that keeps them up. Loosening the shorts, they fall dangerously low on your hips.

“What do you think is going on darling?” Seonghwa says, smooth voice floating out beneath his mask, making his way into your bedroom room. He seats himself on the bed. Man spreading his legs wide open, your eyes drift over the female plastic mask he’s wearing, down to the bricked cock beneath his skin tight pants. When Jongho squishes your body even further in between him and Mingi.

“I-I don’t kn-.” Your sentence gets cut off when the other two masked men enter, the largest one of the group takes up the whole door frame, while the shorter broader one stands in front of him. With his head cocked to the side. A shiver runs up your spine. Your brain can barely process what’s going on in front of you. All you want to do is flee but it feels like your feet are cemented to the ground.

“Look at her.” Yunho says, stepping forward into the room, clearing his large stature out of the door frame. San lets out a loud chuckle, making his way towards you.

“She looks like a deer caught in headlights.” San says through a laugh, walking on the other side of you while Yunho goes on the opposite. Caging your body in by all four men, while Seonghwa sits on the small bed watching you.

“I know you guys aren’t starting the game without us.” Wooyoung whines out, walking into the room, face paint smeared across his face yet with the lack of the red lights you can see clear as day that it’s Wooyoung. Trying to strain your neck between the men who are caging you in.

“Wooyoung, what’s going on?” You whisper shout, as if the men couldn’t hear you in the same confined room. Letting out a loud laugh, he walked over, looking at your poor helpless frame. Your body does a noticeable shiver.

“Do you want me to save you?” He says through a fake coo. Yeosang stands in the doorway, leaning his muscular form against it. Looking at you behind his mask he makes his way slowly over. Pushing through the cage the boys have you in.

“No…I think she wants all of us to help her out.” He says while he runs his gloved hand up your body. Starting from your chest, running it between your breasts, settling his covered hand around your throat. It's like deja vu, you start getting various flashbacks of each time one of these men have rearranged your guts, and practically broke your spine.

“Do you need saving darling?” Seonghwa says, standing up off the bed, making his way towards you with long slow strides, the men who caged your body slowly back away, making room for Seonghwa. His tall frame easily towers over yours. Soaking you in from head to toe.

“Of course not Seonghwa she doesn’t need saving, she needs to be fucked like the slut she is.” Hongjoong says, gripping your throat pulling your body against his invisible one. Manhandling you with ease, you swear you can see every person in the room, eyes darken instantaneously.

“Is that what it is dear? You need us to bend you over and rearrange your guts?” Seonghwa says, gripping your chin lightly while Hongjoongs hand continues to hold you tightly. Letting out a small whimper your eyes dart around to every man surrounding you in this room. Your lower belly grows hot with need. Hot with want, hot with flashbacks of every orgasm you’ve had with the individuals in this room. You open your mouth, just to close it once more, not exactly sure what words you are trying to speak. But you can tell by the way they are crowding you, and the way you are drinking them all in. You want nothing more than for them to break you.

~

Wrapping your hand around Yeosangs cock, you continue to pump his dick up and down. Fist tight to make sure he gets as much pleasure as possible. Gripping your chin in his hand, San turns your face towards him, cock deep down your throat, with his other hand on the back of your head, you gag with every powerful thrust he delivers to your throat. Eyes watering with unshed tears. San lets out a loud laugh, gripping the back of your head even tighter. Slamming his hips into your mouth..

“Look at this slut crying. Go on baby, cry on my cock.” San grits out, the pleasure that your warm mouth is giving him is becoming too much. Hongjoong lines himself up with your entrance, not even giving you time to prep, he slams his cock deep into your cunt. Body driving forward your nose bumps against Sans pelvic area. Letting out a loud sadistic laugh, he starts out at a rough pace, jack hammering your body forward. Causing a quick rhythm between him and San. Your hand starts to fall slack around Yeosangs cock. Gripping your head, Yeosang turns your face towards him.

“Do it right slut.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks so tightly that he can feel Sans cock slide in and out of your mouth.

“Stretch her out.” Seonghwa says, the heaviest presence in the room. He stands up, hard cock in his hand, he slides under you. Your breast jiggling in his face, gripping your left breast, he runs his long cool tongue over your nipple. You squeeze your eyes shut, too immersed in the pleasure.

Mingi makes his way behind Hongjoong who is hammering away at you, collecting the drool that is hitting the floor from the way San is making you choke and gag on his cock. He wets his fingers, sliding them down to your puckered hole, you let out a moan so loud that all the boys can hear you. Sliding one finger in, your eyes grow huge, tears starting to run down your face by all the pleasure you are feeling.

Gripping your face harshly San gathers all the spit in his mouth, letting it slowly drop down to his cock, hitting your lips, it aids in the drool on the floor. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of him. You can taste him in more ways than one, and it has your head clouded with nothing but hot lust.

“Such a whore who loves to be degraded.” San grits out, watching you suck him down your throat.

“Look at her crying again.” Yeosang says while your grip tightens and untightens on his cock. Mocking you through a fake coo. Letting his hand travel down, he grips the breast Seonghwa isn’t paying attention to, squeezing your nipple, just as he’s squeezing Mingi slips his second finger in your ass trying to stretch you out as much as possible. Tears are running down your face rapidly, your pussy clenches on Hongjoong, letting out a loud groan. He slams his hips up into you once more before pulling out, chest heaving up and down. Holding his orgasm back, wanting to save it to paint your body.

Wooyoung lets out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the view of you getting rag dolled all over the place, sliding into the place of Hongjoong, he taps his cock against your wet cunt, sliding his cock in between your wet pussy lips, making sure with every thrust up he nudges your clit. Pulling back San bites his lip, gripping your head even tighter trying to fight the urge to cum all over your face, he slides back letting Yunho in. Letting out a choked cough, you intake as much air as possible. Trying to catch your breath before Yunhos large frame towers over your small body.

“Look at this slut..” he says while hooking your bottom jaw with his thumb. Jongho stands behind Yunho, getting an eye full of you, tilting his head to the side almost like he’s studying you.

“Wanting to take us all..” Jongho says, continuing Yunhos sentence.

“She wants us in every way…” Mingi finishes after Jongho speaks.

Moving on the side of your body, Mingi pulls his fingers out, feeling like you’ve been stretched enough, he lets Seonghwa know that you are prepped and ready for whatever he is ready to give you. Sliding out from under you, Wooyoung and Seonghwa trade spots. With his wet fingers Mingi slowly strokes his cock while Seonghwa slides in between your wet cunt. Making sure that he soaks his cock with your juices that are practically pouring down, he lines himself up with your puckered hole. Sliding in slowly, inch my inch. Your eyes scrunch shut, the feeling of him sliding in your ass is unlike any other feeling you’ve ever felt. You grip Yunhos thighs for stability, just as you are about to let out the loudest moan, Yunho slides his cock into your mouth, instantly stuffing it. Wooyoung lines himself up with your sopping cunt that is dripping down onto his cock, your arousal just leaking all over him. Yeosang and Jongho stand on opposite sides of you, large bodies towering over your frame. Bunching your eyes shut, Wooyoung slides easily into your pussy. Shooting your eyes open you let out a loud, muffled moan. Placing your hands out, trying your best to find your balance while Seonghwa is fucking your ass, Wooyoung is deep in your cunt, while Yunhos large cock is deep down your throat.

Gripping Yeosangs and Jonghos cock in your hand, you slowly start to pump them, making sure to pay extra attention to the head of their cocks. With each stroke the members are giving you, you are seeing heaven behind your eyes, Seonghwa continuously slaps your ass cheeks while he strokes deep in your puckered hole, watching your ass cheek welt with each deep stroke he delivers to you. Wooyoungs balls are dripping with your arousal, inner thighs shining with your juices. While Yunho grips the sides of your face, making sure you take his cock as far as your small throat will let him.

San, Mingi, and Hongjoongs degradation fill your ears. Making you on the brink of the most powerful orgasm.

“Look at this hungry cock slut.” Hongjoong says, slowly stroking his cock, watching everyone have their turn with you.

“Look at her crying over how good all of our cocks are…” Mingi grits out, grabbing his balls while he beats his cock. Making sure to collect the drool that leaves your mouth on his hands so he can stroke himself with ease.

“Nothing but a cock sleeve for all of us.” San says with his head tilted back, stroking himself, matching the rhythm at which they all are fucking you.

Mingi makes his way over to Seonghwa, watching the way his cock slides in and out of your ass. Gripping one cheek so it’s easier for Seonghwa to get a feel of your warm wet hole. He gathers the spit in his mouth letting it drop onto your puckered hole. The cool sensation differs from the warmth of Seonghwas length sliding in and out of you. Hongjoong lets out a small chuckle at the way you whine every time someone spits on you, he makes his way towards Yunho, holding the sides of your throat, giving it a slight squeeze your breathing stutters, with his hands tightening around you throat he can feel Yunho slide in and out, the feeling is delicious, the lack of oxygen heats your body up.

Wooyoung reaches up, squeezing one of your tits in his hand while he strokes his cock in and out of your warm walls. Giving your nipple a pinch, you let out a muffled whine. Reeling his hand back he slaps your tit, the sudden feeling of the impact causes your jaw to drop, eyes fluttering in immense pleasure. He lets out a high pitched laugh, slapping your other tit, you feel the skin of your breast heat up with each heavy slap. The warmth that spreads through your body, has your toes clenching, you feel your orgasm charging its way through your body. Before you can get yours, Seonghwa is going to make sure all of them get theirs.

“You know what she’s only good for..” Seonghwa spits out through clenched teeth, pulling back swiftly, Wooyoung, and Yunho pull back as well. Urging you to sit on your knees with your mouth open. The members gather around you, stroking their cocks rapidly. With a loud groan, all of them cum almost in sync. Opening your mouth last minute you have drool running down your chest, with your tongue sticking out, trying to catch as much of their cum on your tongue as you can.

“This whore is only good for catching cum.” Seonghwa pants out. As they watch their cum drip down your body, it pools right between your legs, creating a small puddle. Letting out a low growl, Seonghwa moves forward first. Gripping the back of your throat he shoves you face down into the floor.

Running his hands down your back, he hikes your hips up into the air, your sticky chest comes in contact with the floor, creating a tacky feeling on your skin.

Cock already brick hard again, he taps it against your puckered hole, slipping in with ease once again. You let out a loud cry, throat sore from all the throat fucking you still let out loud moans with each buck of Seonghwas hips. Making his way over swiftly Mingi grabs your shoulders, lifting you up so your back is flush against Seonghwas chest, he lays down cock standing straight up, maneuvering you Mingi brings you down on his cock with the aid of Seonghwa. Letting out a loud cry once more your body falls forward, becoming chest to chest with Mingi. Gripping your neck Seonghwa pulls you back up, fingers tightly wrapping around your throat, destined to leave marks.

Wooyoung and Yeosang stand on opposite sides of your body, gripping your breast, before giving your chest a firm slap. Your body jolts forward, yet with Seonghwas tight grip on your throat you go nowhere. All the other members make their way towards you with their heavy, cum dripping cocks in their hands.

“You are going to be a good girl, and take all of our cum.” Seonghwa grunts into your ear before hiking his hips forward, biting your lip, you nod your head. Chest heaving with want. Mingi lets out a deep groan..

“Fuckkkkk…she’s dripping down my cock. Are you going to make a mess on our cocks, princess?” Adjusting his hips slightly, Mingi hikes his hips up into yours. Gripping your ass cheeks so you are spread even further for Seonghwa. The members step closer to you both.

“You are going to swallow all of their cum, then you are going to take our cum in this tight ass, and wet cunt of yours.” Seonghwa says knowingly, letting out a loud whimper by the authority in Seonghwas voice you nod as much as you can with his fingers still tightly wrapped around your throat.

Giving your ass a hard slap, Mingi jiggles the cheeks of your ass.

“Alright princess, who do you want to swallow first?”

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[whamss]

Rose would be a shitty girlfriend but people really miss the flavor with exploring that when they take it as Rose not liking Kanaya as much as vice versa as opposed to her being painfully into Kanaya but not knowing how to like. Empathize with other people properly and being too self-absorbed to attend to any of Kanaya's needs, or even really notice when her own behavior is hurting her.

I think it's pretty well-established that Rose is super into her. Girl who drank her ass off before their first date bc she was nervous and constantly turmoiled over whether or not Kanaya was going to break up w her and wanting to make things better between them even leading up to her death, only people to say that she doesn't like Kanaya. If Kanaya broke up with Rose she would perish. Lines like "I never even got to tell her I love her" tell us nothing if not that Rose was painfully in love with Kanaya, but could never find it in herself to tell her. Whether this is because she was trying to protect herself on the chance that Kanaya got sick of her shit and decided to break up or because Rose was so out of it constantly she just could never get it out is up to interpretation. But Rose being a shitty girlfriend and her relationship with Kanaya being extremely important to her aren't concepts that are mutually exclusive. If anything I think they play hand in hand.

I also just think people need to give Kanaya more autonomy than they do. Don't get me wrong the power dynamic IS inbalanced. Rose is insane and constantly making mistakes and impulsive decisions and Kanaya is always left picking up the pieces when she does something crazy. Rose hurts Kanaya to an incomparable degree. Kanaya has far more patience for Rose than she probably should, but she isn't a doormat. The entire interaction Kanaya and Rose had on the meteor, where Kanaya flipped out on Rose for drinking right before they were due for a big fight, tells us so much about what their dynamic was leading up to this imo. This is a conversation they've had countless times before, Kanaya's anger is always followed up with some fearful suggestion from Rose that Kanaya is going to break up with her. Kanaya is a girl dealing with a partner deep in the throes of alcoholism, she's painfully compliant, but their interactions both leading up to them getting together and once they do both on the meteor and off of it show that the relationship anxiety is very one-sided. Rose is the only one worried about them breaking up, because she sucks and she knows that. Kanaya cares deeply for Rose but if either of them are going to be cooly cutting things off between them it's her, not Rose.

I love giving rosemary divorce particles, I can never be convinced that two girls who got together That Young could make it work between them without a ton of bumps in the road. I love that Rose is fucked up and self-centered and I like when people acknowledge this, but she DOES love Kanaya. To her own detriment. Kanaya is the one constantly disillusioned by Rose's behavior, the one who's commitment is constantly tested, not the other way around. Wish more people could acknowledge this... Rose loves Kanaya! And Kanaya loves Rose too, I think. But people really wooby her when they try to frame even the likes of pre-retcon rosemary like Kanaya is a nothing but a victim of Rose's vices, and that Rose somehow doesn't actually want to be in a relationship with her.

Pre-retcon rosemary was definitely on track to an untimely break up though. Rose wasn't going to be the one to pull that trigger though

[lilis-doodle-dome]

Flirt chart!

Clarifying certain parts:

- Flirting has to be done with intention, can’t be something that is charming/romantic on accident

- For genuine feelings, Kaito and Heiji are both the recipients while Shinichi and Saguru are the ones confessing (decided bcs I wanted an even split and knew Kaito wouldn’t confess any real feelings under threat of death)

More specific thoughts under the cut (and blank chart at the bottom)

- Kaito does not flirt, he tugs at pigtails and pretends that counts, so flirting is a KID specific action. He has no shame in it since it’s all part of the act to him

- I personally hc him as asexual, but even without that, it’s pretty clear that flirting does nothing for him- seeing how he acted in the “date” episode and his 0 interest in valentines day and lack of reaction to Akako

- Mans can not deal with real emotions, especially if they seem like they’re out of nowhere

-and I think he’s the type that once you break past his poker face (which admittedly takes quite a bit) Boom. He’s broken. Shades of red only visible to shrimp and it goes all the way down to his shoulders.

- not much clarification needed for the first two with Shinichi, maybe that this is post-conan, which is why he gets awkward with flirting instead of gloating

- again since this is post-conan I think he makes an effort to be upfront about his feelings right off the bat, no chance for something to get in the way then.

-But he’s not the most self aware so it might take him a bit to puzzle out his emotions, as soon as he does I like to imagine him turning to the recipient of his feelings, and dramatically announcing his discovery, like it’s a deduction show. Finger point and all

- He’ll probably get embarrassed the next second when he realizes what he did

- Hakuba is just using standard high-class English niceties he learned from growing up rich in London, but he’s also observant enough to see that it clearly causes a reaction when used

- and I don’t think he’s above using that to his advantage, especially since he can be otherwise awkward at socializing

- although I don’t think he realizes it could be taken as leading someone on, since he doesn’t really have any intentions with it beyond gaining favor and he’s not quite aware enough to see the heart eyes directed his way

- I only did verbal flirting so in that case I think it mostly goes over Hakuba’s head (a combination of cultural differences and social obliviousness) but if you did more physical advances -alla holding his hand or bumping shoulders- then he would react by going stone still, completely tense and delightfully red!

- Like Shinichi I think Saguru prefers to be upfront with his feelings and would confess quickly after figuring out his feelings, sometimes it can be hard to be fully truthful but he finds it’s generally worth it in the end

- even if he’s rejected then he can move on instead of perseverate over the feelings

- Hattori is the character I know the least by my general vibe is that he sucks at intentional flirting (although tends to do things unthinkingly that knock people off their feet)

- He’s kinda a Tsundere? More in the sense that any attempts at flirting are more likely to be somehow taken as a slight and make him competitive, instead of landing at romantic as intended

- Sunshine golden retriever smile. What else is there to say. You agree.

Blank chart if anyone wants it!

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen help their s/o who bumps into things

requested by anon: "I'm someone who is pretty bad with my peripheral view & I end up bumping into corners, walls, or tripping/stumbling over objects that are near me, I was wondering if you could make a svt reaction to them realizing this really bad habit & how they would react?"

notes: a 'how svt' reaction from fairyhaos after a long, long time ! i hope you guys like it <3

masterlist

seungcheol

in the beginning he'd get soso concerned that you were constantly bumping into corners and tripping over things on the floor. has attempted to book and drag you to an appointment at the opticians on a total of 5 different occasions only for you to insist that it's just your horrible peripheral vision and it's Fine. gets worried that you're gonna bruise yourself rlly badly, but you've convinced him to be less hovery-panicky when you accidentally walk into the latest inanimate object.

jeonghan

alternates wildly between acting like a concerned parent and not batting an eye. he's quick to pull you away from walls when it looks like you're getting close to bumping into it while rushing around a corner tho. makes small, conscious efforts to prevent you from hurting yourself, like holding your hand while you're out walking together or making sure that pathways through doors are as smooth as possible in his house so there are no obstacles for you to bump into. still laughs and shakes his head fondly as he remembers the one time to rammed head first into a glass door bc you didn't realize it was shut

joshua

you've bumped into his dining table and his coffee table and every piece of furniture in his house so many times that he asks you one day, half joking and half serious, if you'd like him to baby proof his house for you. finds it rlly endearing actually. gets concerned that you'll get painful bruises tho and always whips out an ice pack when you've had a particularly nasty bump with the wall, but other than that he's gonna make a surprised "oh!" sound before smiling and rushing over to you to pat your head and ask if his lovely darling is doing okay and do you want him to kiss is better for you? ^^

junhui

you're just like him fr!!!!! this little kitty keeps bumping his head on stuff bc he misjudges how short something is (or how tall he is) and so the two of you together are Walking Hazards. neither of you can walk in a straight line. you're constantly bumping shoulders, or bumping into other people, or just bumping into Stuff all the time. jeonghan jokes that you just make each other worse, and you protest every time before accidentally bumping into a table or a wall and making junhui trip over your feet bc he was standing far too close to you

hoshi

acts like it's the end of the world every time. wails loudly, whips out an emergency aid kit from somewhere and asks you to "show me the injury babe, show me where the wall hurt you so i can fix it immediately!!!!!" even if it's just a light, accidental touch against the wall as you turn a corner, he's fussing over your shoulder and asking if you need any bandages. definitely carried u bridal style one time bc you just kept on bumping into things as you walked and he was like. that's it. i can't have you being hurt anymore just jump into my arms and ill carry u!!!! he ended up almost tripping over thin air but oh well. he means well. 

wonwoo

his eyes immediately zero in on you whenever he hears a soft "thump" and the sound of you either swearing your head off or making a small "oops" sound, depending on how hard you'd hit something this time. always assesses if you've hurt yourself badly before deciding how to respond, but these days he's learnt that your bumps often aren't incredibly life threatening and more like a little kitten bumping into their reflection in the mirror bc they didn't even know reflections existed. it's kind of cute, he thinks, even if he does wince in sympathy a little when you stub your toe against a chair leg and then start swearing like a sailor

woozi

you come running into his room to show him something before abruptly tripping over a fold in a rug, bashing into the wall and knocking his headphones off his side table all in the span of three seconds, and he doesn't know whether he should laugh or ask you if you're okay. he's kinda used to it now tho, so he does both, and you just roll your eyes before flopping onto his bed and pulling out your phone to show him the video you originally came to show. it's a normal occurrence, you're both used to it, and he's long since given up trying to protect you from your habits

minghao

yelps in surprise every time, and then sucks in his teeth and clicks his tongue, pulling you closer to him to avoid any more accidents. rubs your arm or your hip or wherever you've managed to hit yourself against something this time, telling you that your body is precious okay u can't keep hurting yourself like this >:(( still lowkey thinks you look like an adorable bumbling baby animal tho, especially when you walk wobbily and end up bumping into something before shaking your head confusedly and continuing on your path. is trying to teach you better spacial awareness. can't tell if it's actually working or not. 

mingyu

he loves it. thinks it's hilarious. not the part where you might hurt yourself, but the part where you run into stuff and go "oops" so adorably. the both of you are The Clumsy™ couple with mingyu breaking things left and right and you giving yourself bruises every day when you bump into the latest innocent object that had been minding its own business. the first few times he was worried you'd hurt yourself really badly, but once he realised that you didn't get too hurt from it then he'd resorted to grinning at you adoringly (like your terrible peripheral vision was something cute???) bc he just thinks anything you do is so funny and sweet

dokyeom

always has an arm slung over your shoulder whenever he can while out walking on the street to protect you from dangerous corners or lamp posts or anything while you're out and about. it doesn't stop you bumping your hip against like, those mini standing cafe signs, or tripping over cracked paving slabs though, no matter how securely he's holding you into his side. you always end up making a surprised noise when you bump into something and then immediately apologise to the object, and it makes seokmin burst into laughter every time and pull you even closer to him because he just thinks that it's the funniest and cutest thing ever

seungkwan

soooo protective of you like actually. he would totally not be averse to the idea of wrapping you up in bubble wrap from the moment you wake up to the moment you're back in your safe and not dangerous bed at the end of the day. tsks affectionately and has lovingly dubbed you his mini walking disaster. makes startled noises every time you walk into or out of a room and accidentally trip over the uneven flooring or your own feet. tells you to pay better attention to ur surroundings, but tbh he's one to talk bc he's stubbing his toe against a table leg literally five times a month

vernon

spends like ten seconds laughing at you when you bumped shoulders with a lamp post on the street and then automatically muttered a "sorry". then he's so busy laughing that he walks smack into a lamp post himself, head first and making a concerning ringing sound as he does so and now it's your turn to laugh, even whilst you're holding his head and making sure that he hasn't given himself a concussion. you're not too bothered by your terrible peripheral vision (okay, you are, but you've kinda accepted it now) so hansol just thinks it's funny too. plus his hand-eye coordination isn't the best, so the both of u are always stumbling into stuff 24/7 anyways

chan

pretends to square up at whatever object or obstacle you've had an altercation with this time. he's all like "oh you DARED to be in the way, huh???? you're gonna pay for that!!" until you're laughing and trying to drag him down the street again. asks if you're okay, afterwards, smiling all the same bc he loves that he was able to make you laugh bc of how he reacted. and at home the freezer is stocked with mini ice packs bc he is Afraid that one day you're gonna bruise yourself rlly badly and god forbid you have to get Hurt and god forbid that you think he won't immediately try and do everything within his power to make the hurt go away :(( 

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[thedanniannie]

🖤Uchiha Men on Bagging a Goth Baddie🖤

Characters: Madara, Obito, Shisui, and Itachi

Warnings: sliiiiight NSFW mention

(Descriptions also lean feminine)

Madara:

- first of all, I do not think Madara to be the kind to search out a goth babe. He would have to stumble upon someone who's personality fancied him, and they just happened to be gothy.

- I can see a connection happening after his future goth partner fearlessly locks eyes with him from across the street. And I'm sure this man has the biggest RBF of the entire clan, so that eye contact MEANS something.

- But once he falls in love with it once, let's just say he learns to love the goth side real quick.

- I think his favorite goth activity to share is watching horror films together. Talk about a man who could stomach any and every horror film (couldn't be me). Also, it's the perfect opportunity to play with their thighs.

- In terms of aesthetic, I think he likes the look of corp goth the most. He's a capricorn, so it just makes sense to me.

Obito:

- Oooohhhh... oh poor Tobi... bless his simp ass soul....

- He's the kind to find goths very hot from afar, but would be too nervous to really act on anything.

- Based off his crush on Rin, he might be drawn to a "sweeter" gothy babe. Like, if they're wearing a pretty little dress or ruffley blouse, and looks like a sweet Gothic fairy or something his heart would just swell a bit.

- Honestly the only way I could imagine him having the nerve to talk to a goth babe is if they were friends with Kakashi or something, and after a collective meeting and some hangout sessions, kakashi would have to wingman Tobi to finally ask them out.

- When he's got them locked in tho, ABSOLUTE simp behavior. They want to watch a horror film? Tobi will have it streamed immediately. They want to listen to their playlist in the car? Tobi has it saved and it's blasting. HE IS A SIMP!

- A babbling simp at that. On the days that they decide to really dress up, he's on his knees. And if they decide to accessorize with garters.... he wouldn't be able to leave the house with them bc of his constant boner.

Shisui:

- like Tobi, Shisui finds the goth bitches very hot. Unlike Tobi, he's always looking to bag a goth hottie.

- like, he's the guy to have a crush on Rhea Ripley. Yeah, that's gonna be my new hc for him.

- on their first date, Shisui is the kind to match their energy by bringing a Gothic bouquet for them (and yes he keeps one flower to know when to replace them yadayadayada)

- he'd also purposefully buy more black t-shirts for his wardrobe so that he can more often see his goth baddie wearing his clothes. And they know that pairing it with some cute underwear and some thigh highs will make Shisui loose his absolute mind.

- The Uchiha to most likely take them to the club. May lead some small dances here and there, but he's really there to let people know who's their boyfriend.

- also expect him to be the one to beg his gothy partner to put makeup on him while they sit on his lap.

- gets excited about crows with them

Itachi:

- okay LET ME IMGAINE THE MOST FANFIC SETTING FOR 3 SECONDS OKAY......... imagine bumping into him at the book store as you two are both browsing through the Gothic literature section and grow a connection after collectively geeking over the literature y'all have read JFIEKSBDIDOJWBDJDJIDJSBJD

- HE IS SUCH "VAMPIRE BOYFRIEND" MATERIAL. THIS UCHIHA IS A SECRET GOTH AND I WILL TAKE THAT TO MY GRAVE!!

- He'll get matching dark manicures with them.......... and he'll pay.

- I think Itachi would loooooove a "Morticia Addams" kind of look, the long dark hair and a long, flattering dress would make him stare at them like a valuable piece of high art

- a hangout at the graveyard doesn't phase him. He ends up finding it quite peaceful.

- out of all the Uchihas, he's the one to most likely adopt all their goth playlists (like I said, he's a secret goth)

- Itachi also gets excited about crows with them

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WHERE'S SASUKE, WHERE'S SASUKE? I'M NOT A SASUKE GIRL.... sorry to hurt your feelings. Also, I think sasusaku is very cute, and I'm sorry but sakura is NAWT a goth girly. Like, it'd have to be a whole au thing. Also I'm so not experienced in writing uchihas other than Itachi, so this really is just a warm up for me.

[stargirlfics]

Standing in the Eye of the Storm

Joel Miller x Black F!Reader

You find each other at the end of the world

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, apocalypse soulmates y’all! mutual pining, a whole lot of yearning, feelings, smut: body worship, praise kink, unprotected PiV, dirty talk and oral, aftercare

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: It is here! My first kinktober fic which I decided to make a Soulmate AU bc why not imagine Joel being yours! Hope this one gives you steamy but cozy autumn feels! 🍁

The same scars mark your bodies like a map of constellations.

Some are old and faded, remnants of an ancient life now gone and some are fresher than others, more recent and raw but that’s no matter to you.

It’s him and you’re not quite sure how you know but you do and the first time he noticed you, there wasn’t any doubt he knew too. Somewhere deep down in your bones, in your soul.

It was after weeks of bumping into each other, by the stables or the occasional glimpse of each other in the dining hall and later at night–at the bar, an entire room between you.

Things started to make sense. Being drawn to someone was one matter but this felt different, like a tether, something stronger than just a spark or a pull. Restless like the changing auburn leaves it left you with little else to drive your mind in circles about. 

Could you allow yourself to run away with this silly notion of soulmates? After everything? Wounds were tricky like that but you wanted so desperately to be hopeful that you clung to it, cherishing the inkling of emotion that bloomed every time you thought of Joel Miller. 

-

You had only spoken to each other a handful of times. Timid words exchanged in short conversations or questions but nothing that would let either of you linger for too long. 

There was more to be said in the silence of your careful orbit around each other and how he never seemed to stray far. 

It made you feel safe knowing he was near, that even though you were both keeping each other at arm's length unsure of how to approach this, he wasn’t trying to avoid you. 

You knew many who had lost the one they were bonded with when the outbreak happened and always assumed there wasn’t much chance of ever finding yours since the world had crumbled but everything changed the minute you came home to Jackson from a journey of your own and met a curious teenager and the grumpy man she came with. 

It’s different now, carved pumpkins and the early autumn chill made your walks into town in the mornings just as romantic as you were feeling on the inside. 

It was your favorite time of year and you were falling in love from afar. 

Finding each other in a crowded town square was easy and sometimes you wondered if he knew just how much your pulse fluttered every time you stumbled across those big, brown eyes of his already looking your way. 

How could it be possible to get over how it felt to be looked at like he was taking in every detail of you that he could? Like he didn’t want to forget for a single moment. 

To Joel, the mention of your name always came with the image of marigold orange against dark skin and your sweet sounding laugh dancing in the air. 

His gaze was always intentional with you, focused on the pretty tilt of your lips when you smiled but most often paying attention to how your hands touched everything with such gentleness.

He wasn’t the only one watching though, you were staring right back and noticing too. The way he walked and how broad and tall he stood, the way his forearms looked when his sleeves were rolled up, how beautiful the curve of his nose was or the gruff edge to his voice that gets a touch softer when he speaks to you. 

An aching began to settle under your skin, swirling deep in your spine and spreading out into your heart the more it carried on. 

Longing for someone this much wasn’t something you’d been prepared for but in the effort to keep clinging to your dreams of fate you let your mind wander to thoughts of Joel and everything you wanted to say to him. 

You needed him more than you could express. 

And though he hadn’t admitted it with words, his feelings for you were the very same. 

-

It’s Joel who breaks first, showing up at your door one rainy evening with a storm raging in his eyes. 

The salt and pepper of his hair was more pronounced in this light and you could see all the texture in his handsome face standing this close, your soft smile breaking through the surprise of the moment. 

You just wish you could tuck this little moment away and remember it forever. 

But there’s no time to fret about it anymore because you’re ushering him inside and out of the chill, suddenly nervous as you shut your door. 

He looks a little unsure too, hands curling and uncurling, taking a steadying breath before speaking. 

“Think we have some things we need to talk about, darlin’. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long but...I…” his voice falters trying to find the words to convey it all and he sighs. 

You shiver at the pet name, how sincere and sweet it sounds coming from him. The hardened lines on his forehead and around his eyes have softened and you try to hold back all the emotions threatening to burst through your chest.

“It’s okay, I know. It’s a little hard to wrap your head around so I don’t blame you, Joel. But I would love to talk, absolutely.” 

His shoulders sag with relief and you take a moment to appreciate how natural he looks in your space, like he’s already part of it and it makes your heart clench. 

It takes him a long moment but he finds the words he’s looking for watching the way you wait so patiently, how much he knows you care even though you must be just as scared as he is. 

The conversation goes well into the evening, the two of you slowly unraveling your feelings and the harsh realities and your fears, marveling at how it almost seems ridiculous to be soulmates to one another after so much loss but being unable to deny the quietly simmering fire between you at the same time. 

It’s when the last golden edges of the sun start to disappear behind the surrounding woods that things fall silent and become much more intimate. 

He’s standing at the window in your living room, taking note of the old, chipped frame—making a mental list of what he’d need to reinforce the wood before winter arrived, when you catch his eye, rising from where you’d curled up on the couch, two mugs of tea empty on the table nearby. 

He’s holding himself back, because it’s been too long since he’s touched anyone and it’s almost too much to think about. How it would feel to get close, to let you in when he knows it can all be taken from him in an instant. 

And you understand, because all these weeks you’ve been holding back too. You’ve been aching inside from a respectful distance, not wanting to push him for more than what his heart was willing to give. 

But it was all too much now regardless of the space you tried to put between you. 

You find yourself facing him, watching him uncross his arms after a moment and step towards you. 

“Joel, it’s killing me, please,” you’ve been trying not to beg, you swear to him but your voice drips with desperation and there’s devotion in your tone and he can’t stand it anymore. 

He doesn’t have to take more than two steps to close the distance and he doesn’t have to think twice about reaching out to press you against him, like he’s been imagining of doing late at night when he can’t quiet the noise in his head. 

A soft gasp fills the air when his hands, calloused and warm, slide across your hips. You’re buzzing, feet stumbling forward until you’re bumping chests and your arms are thrown around him before you’re burying your face into his shoulder without thinking. 

Tingles erupt across your skin the longer you embrace and Joel can’t get over how perfect you feel in his arms and how much he doesn’t want to let go. 

You’re unbelievably warm under his hands, his thumbs just brushing over the top of the waistband of your jeans making your heart race. 

Gathering a little courage you lean back to look at him, your fingers brushing down over his chest until he’s leaning into you, closer than he’s ever been. 

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long, you know that?” His voice was low and rough and there was an edge to his tone that made you clutch at his shirt just a bit tighter. 

That storm was still swirling in his eyes and you’re drawn right in, moving before you can try and scramble for words, pressing your lips to his and kissing him soundly. 

Finally, and that’s all you can manage to think before he returns your kiss with an equal hunger. 

Your unsteady steps were careful as you led him to your bedroom, only getting pressed against the wall twice on the way. 

It almost felt surreal, that this was now yours to have and before you can really process it, he’s helping you lay back against  the bed.  

The scruff on his jaw tickles your neck when his lips press against your pulse point and you’re like soft earth in his hands, letting him move you against him, savoring the way his hands roamed so tenderly but feverishly across your body. 

“Need you so badly, Joel,” your whine made his chest tighten, hastening to give you everything you could want. 

You’d soon learn to be thoughtful about what you pleaded for, your clothes long since discarded on the floor.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the mercy of two thick fingers filling your soaked core to the knuckle, plunging and curling until he found the angle that had you hiding your face in his shoulder again. 

Strong arms kept your legs from closing as you squirmed, allowing for no reprieve from the way he was working you open. 

“Let me have it, sweetheart. Been doin’ so good for me, just let me have it,” Joel husks in encouragement when you start to clench around his fingers, following his words with a well placed hand against your jaw. 

You’re sure your nails are leaving dents across his forearms but he doesn’t seem to mind and you’re too far gone to care.

All you can feel is him, your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re coming with a whimper that he muffles with his mouth, tongue slipping across yours when you moan. 

Joel curses under his breath when he parts from you to look down and see your pretty cunt pulsing around his fingers, praising you at the wet sound of your release. 

You coat him so perfectly he can’t help but taste you off his fingers before he returns his focus to the rest of your body while your breathing evens out, trailing kisses over your skin, the scars that he shares with you; every inch of you he can get his hands on is given attention. 

But you’re full of need, even after that, desperate for more now that he’d given you a taste. 

Anything he wanted give you, you’d take and that was a promise. One he could feel and see by the way you yielded to him so easily, holding yourself steady against his torso with soft resistance while he sunk every inch of his thick cock inside of you. 

Nice and slow, easy, letting you get used to the weight of him, how good it felt when he rolled his hips and left you clutching at the blankets. 

“Fuck…I love it when you start shakin’, honey. Is that the spot?” Joel coos, already knowing that it is, that you’re gonna fall apart in his arms soon.

It’s an act of worship, the way you both grasp for each other, craving to be connected and never apart again. 

Your head tips back against the mattress every time he drops his hips down, pushing himself deep. The sounds you make are ones Joel swears he could never get tired of and he loves how they still slip out from behind your attempts to quiet them. 

That only makes him want to fuck you better, so he does. 

It’s when his thumb moves down to swirl over your clit and his tongue lowers to swipe across the stiff peaks of your nipples that you start to see stars from the tears pricking at your eyes. You’re gonna come again, telling him as much in broken pleas. 

His hair is a mess from where your hands have tugged and raked through the strands while he speared into you, knocking breaths lose with each thrust, setting your nerves alight over and over. 

“There’s my girl. All mine, aren’t you?” he grunts, talking you through another orgasm. 

You nod after a moment, remembering to respond to him, wanting him to know how good he’s making you feel, and then he’s cupping your chin, tipping your face up so you have to look at him. 

“Need you to use your words, darlin. I know you can do it,” the rasp of his voice has you remembering yourself. 

“Yes! I’m yours, all yours.”

Always yours. 

Only once he knew you were saited and content, limbs loose and still a little shaky from just how much you had felt tonight did Joel allow himself to chase his own release. 

On this matter you had insisted on having your chance to get a taste, humming in delight as your lips wrapped around the sensitive head of his cock, tasting yourself on him as you let him fill your mouth. 

Until the length of him is slipping down your throat and he has to resist the urge to press his hips further, cursing and praising that sweet yet wicked tongue of yours that swirls across his shaft, tipping him over the edge.

You’re swallowing him down while you reach between your thighs to quell the arousal climbing higher as you choke on him, all salt and warm skin flooding your taste buds.

It’s enthralling, listening to the rough groans he lets out and how he twitches in your mouth as you clean him up. 

After, your heart thumps wildly in your chest but he doesn’t let you get overwhelmed. He tells you how proud he is of you and you’re beaming, falling back on old habits–watching him with sleepy eyes while he soothes the twinge in your muscles. 

Outside, the rain had started again, casting a cozy mood over the approaching night.

It feels right the more you think about it, the way he pulls you into his body, tucking you against him like it’s where you’ve always belonged. 

There was no going back now but that didn’t scare you any longer, not if it was Joel by your side.

Just by the way he laced his fingers with yours in the dimming light of your bedroom, you knew you were going to love each other for a long time to come.

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A/N: I simply live for intensely passionate smut scenarios with this man, that is all! Thanks for reading this, I love you!

some tags, no pressure @saradika @tarrenterror25 @ozarkthedog @moreofem @wyn-n-tonic @sugadolly @squidlywiddly87 @fluffyprettykitty @inklore

[lace-coffin]

i feel like sending a rq this sappy kinda harshes the vibe of yr delightfully horny slasher headcanon posts but do you have any headcanons about how bubba’s s/o would fit into the sawyer household? like, how The Brothers might react to her bringing someone home or what day-to-day life on the sawyer homestead with bubba would be like?

Thank you for the rq!! I love writing fluff just as much as I do smut so feel free to send me all ur fluff ideas!

No trigger warnings apply!

Requests are open!

Reader is gender neutral and we’re operating on the basis that nubbins is still alive at the same time choptop is back home bc I love the sawyers

How would reader fit into the sawyer household as bubba’s s/o

You and bubba met one day when bubba offered to come help at the gas station, feeling cooped up in the house and not wanting to be alone. Drayton was more than happy to claim you as a victim as soon as he saw you pull up to the gas pump. This changed after your first interaction with bubba.

She was helping restock some shelves whilst Drayton manned the till. Dressed in a loose white sundress as it was easy to move in and won’t make them overheat whilst working.

You came in to pay, offering a polite greeting to Drayton who was putting on his airs and graces to lull you into a false sense of safety. You decided to get a snack, party because you were hungry and party because the run down station looked like it wasn’t receiving much love nor income.

As you browsed the isles your eyes landed on a figure crouched infront of the shelf. Short Soft brown curls tied with a ribbon laid across freckle spattered shoulders. White linen sundress laid gently against his large frame. Arms strong and thick with a fair amount of dark hair. Oh yeah, you were absolutely getting a snack now.

It turns out the snack isle was where the handsome stranger was working, you were going to talk to her regardless but this was a perfect opportunity. You scan over the different snacks available and take your pick. Coughing to get their attention you make yourself known. “I’m so sorry to bother you whilst you’re working but I just need to grab one of these” you point to the item and reach for it. Bubba being the person he is he decides to be kind and get it for you. You both reach for it and your hands bump. you both jolt back in surprise, pausing for a moment before laughing. The moment is sweet and genuine.

You catch sight of bubba’s gold charm bracelet and motion to it. “Your bracelet is so lovely!! Gold is definitely your colour”. Bubba makes a happy noise at this and flaps their hands in joy. Drayton watches the exchange with a soft smile on his face, his soft spot for his little sibling will always be there.

After this pleasant exchange you make sure to stop by the gas station every time you pass by even if you don’t need anything. Bubba isn’t there all the time, only working there on occasion but you still drop by and make comfortable conversation with Drayton. (You often ask about bubba to)

Eventually after bonding over the span of a few weeks and talking about it with Drayton you work up the courage to ask bubba on a date. Needless to say she’s thrilled and excepts immediately. You end up taking him out to a cute American style diner and the rest is history.

How would bubba’s siblings react to them bringing someone home?

Drayton is the least surprised considering he was basically in on it before you even asked his younger sibling out. He’s the one meeting you at the door before dates and giving you the lecture about driving careful and when to have bubba home. He can’t help it, he’s raised them since they were a kid. He’ll deny being protective with everything in his being if you bring it up though. He’ll be happy to finally have you over, cleaning the house top to bottom, he really likes you and wants this to go well for bubba.

Nubbins would be giddy to meet you, having been hyping bubba up before leaving for the gas station. He’s excited to get to meet the person who has his little sibling smitten. You actually might meet him on the road just before getting to the house. He’ll be scavenging for roadkill when you holler out the car and offer him a ride back to the house. Feel free to ask him a few questions about wooing the rest of his family before you get to the door.

Choptop would tease you and bubba, making her groan in annoyance. You take no offence and laugh with him. Chop will be eager to ask you 1000 questions and show you around the house. He’ll drag you straight to his room to see his record collection. Extra points if your alternative! Doesn’t matter what style, he thinks it’s all cool.

Nubbins and chop will definitely tease the two of you, fake gagging when you’re affectionate with each other in front of them. They might act like it’s gross but they’re actually happy for bubba and like his partner, hoping things go well so they can hang out more.

Grandpa isn’t a man of many words but you get on just fine, the conversations are pretty one sided apart from small smiles you see creep onto his face but he’s nice enough and important to your partner. You always make sure he feels included at dinners and family activities.

Grandma is long gone, but I’m sure she’d like you if she was alive 💀

How does reader fit into the house?

You fit in like a glove! It’s like you’ve known them way longer than you have. Drayton may grumble about having another mouth to feed but he really does enjoy your presence. you bring in your own income which is definitely helpful to repair some faults in the house or farming equipment which is very appreciated. You also help lighten his load with the chores, he’s not as young as he used to be and his joints are proving that. If you see him struggling or it’s a particularly bad day for his back then you’ll offer to take up his share of house chores. You spend evenings in the kitchen together washing up after dinner, listening to the radio together.

Nubbins loves to drag you and bubba out of the house to help look for roadkill, if that’s not your thing then he won’t force you but he’d really love it if you did come, using it as a way to bond. He’ll gift bubba bones and pretty trinkets he finds to make jewellery with. Nubbins has a lot of hair, he loves it when you tie it up for him before he goes out so it keeps out of his face in the Texan heat.

Choptop will spend time with you and bubba listening to his records. It’s always fun when you three chill in chops room covered in tapestry’s and mood lighting, the vibe is comfy and calm and complimented by listening to their favourite radio host/station (hi Stretch and LG!)

You often spend most of your day with bubba after he returns from his morning chores, you have more of a choice in your chores. If your good with animals then you’ll be assigned to helping around the farm and with the care of bubbas pet chicken, bond with your feathery friend enough and they’ll eventually start following you across the farm whilst you work. If you’re better with house work then you’ll be helping do more domestic activities whilst Drayton is running the gas station. Sweeping up, doing laundry and dishes, those kind of things. You also might help bubba tend to grandpa, she really appreciates it because it’s not easy carrying grandpa in his wheelchair down two flights of stairs alone. It also means a lot to them since family is everything and he loves his grandpa more than the world it’s self.

After a day of chores you meet back up and go to rinse off, as much as you love seeing her hot and bothered you don’t enjoy being sweaty and exhausted so you help eachother clean off. A few hours after supper it’s time for bed. to start off with Drayton insisted you sleep in separate beds so “no funny business” occurs. Funny business absolutely occurred despite that. You know you were found out when Drayton banged on the ceiling with a broom and yelled for you to “keep it down if you’re gonna be going at it like animals”. The next morning you both sit at the table red faced, nubbins and chop finding it hilarious. After this you moved into a bigger bed together since sleeping apart didn’t really have a point anymore.

You read to them next to the warm light of your bedside table lamp until your eyelids start to get heavy and the words blur together. You snuggle down into his side and let out a sigh of content. With one last sweet peck on the lips you both drift off.

I hope u liked this! Texas chainsaw massacre is actually a special interest of mine so I adored writing this for u!!

[weebswrites]

The Demon Bros + Undatables Holding Your Drink at a Party I put this on my tiktok back in 2020 and don't recall putting it here soooooo

Lucifer - 6/10

• Doesn't understand why you can't just set it down or get a new one

• Would protect it nonetheless

• Probably never been asked to hold a drink before so he just 🧍‍♂️ (standing man emoji) until you come back

Mammon - 5/10

• "'Course baby! Want meh to refill it while yer gone too?" (he's drunk)

• Might accidentally look away for a second because he thought he saw grimm on the floor

• Nothing bad would happen though

Leviathan - 10/10

• Would sit in a corner with his hand over it the whole time

• Would even stop watching anime on his phone to give it his full attention

• Keeps an eye on you to make sure you get there and back safe

Satan - 8/10

• Holds it normally, but makes sure no one comes within a foot of him while he waits for you to return

• Secretly honored you asked him over any of his brothers (esp Lucifer)

Asmodeus - -5/10

• Would be a good choice if he weren't the least sober one there

• Loves you so much though, he'd definitely try his best

• Mammon ends up taking it from him and scolding him for dancing around with it

Beelzebub - 15/10

• Has been making frequent trips from the party to the kitchen

• Stays in the kitchen with your cup so no one else is around

• Gives him a good excuse to stay in the kitchen and eat

Belphegor - 9/10

• You'd have to leave the party and go to his room to ask him

• Bc we all know he simply would not be at a party (unless he was forced)

• Gladly watches your drink as he tries not to fall asleep

Diavolo - 9/10

• Happy to do it

• Sad you feel the need to ask him (or anyone)

• You get a 2-in-1 protection because Lucifer hasn't left Diavolo's side the whole night, so he's also keeping an eye on you and any potential threats

Barbatos - 4/10

• Conflicted on whether to watch Diavolo or your drink

• Still hasn't decided by the time you get back. His attention was split between the two

• Diavolo ended up keeping watch over it instead and gives you a knowing nod when you question Barbatos' watching skills

Solomon - 9.5/10

• The only other human at a party of demons, so he gets it

• Moves so his back is against the wall, preventing anyone from "bumping into him"

• Loses .5 because gets cocky you asked him

Simeon - 8/10

• Absolutely, take your time 🩷✨ (heart and sparkle emojis)

• Glad you trusted him

• Tries to make a joke about him being more trustworthy than the demons but you roast him

Luke - 1/10

• Luke is a child.

• Don't give a child alcohol or take a child to a party.

• If somehow he ends up with a cup, he'll replace it with water and act like he doesn't know what you're talking about when you mention it

• Gets 1 point for good intentions, I guess

[filmbyjy]

niki with a so who’s love language is physical touch and quality time?

a/n: bro, I live for ni-ki imagines bc it’s so cute all the time🥹 my child fr cute though :(

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff but angst for the first part

synopsis: you loved spending time with ni-ki and you most definitely loved showing affection to him. you thought he loved it however, when you visited the dorm to surprise him...you overheard something. something about you.

ALL I NEED

dating ni-ki came with an issue. okay wait, two issues. one being he is an idol with tons of schedules and practically no time to laze around. this wasn't an issue that only you were facing, you were sure other idols who had non-idol partners were facing this too. however, the second issue...it was kinda sad honestly.

you loved ni-ki. you knew he loved you too and he does show how much he loves you whenever he has time. lately though, you notice ni-ki getting a little distant from you. he used to love cuddling with you whenever he got the chance to. he always facetime you before a show or schedule so that you were informed of his whereabouts.

— placing this in case read more messes up —

you were thankful he took the time to do so because it showed that he cared for you. however, it stopped the moment he got back from their Asia World Tour. at first, you thought that maybe he was just tired and so you let him be and ignored it. then as time passes by, you weren't seeing ni-ki as much. you called in for a little date knowing he had a day off but he says he is just too tired for that.

it was fine if didn't go out somewhere for any dates and so you suggested visiting their dorm. ni-ki denied it and just stopped replying you after that. the next day, since you knew they still had an off day, you decided to visit their dorms secretly. it was a surprise for him and maybe the boys too because you haven't seen them in a hot minute.

their manager lets you in since you told them about wanting to surprise the boys. as you draw closer to the living room, you heard chattering and the tv. they were most probably playing some video games since it was their off day. you also ni-ki's voice so you were ready to pop out and present them with bags of snacks.

you stopped yourself when you heard, "ni-ki, are you ignoring (name)?" jake asks.

"yeah, i just don't feel like talking to her."

"but she's your girlfriend." sunoo says.

"so? she needs to realise i have my own life. i already have to worry about practices, i don't need to worry about someone."

"won't she feel sad?" jake asks.

"i'm sure she can handle it, hyung. also, i don't like how clingy she is. she constantly checks up on me. especially during off-days. it's just tiring and want to rest."

your heart drops, you wanted to step away but you bumped into someone.

"heeseung." you whisper. his eyes widened.

"(name)." you dropped the bags and just left. their front door slamming shut. the three boys that were in the living room went to inspect the noise. they saw heeseung standing there with the bags you had left.

“oi, hyung. thanks for the snacks!” jake happily picks up the bag from the ground.

“I didn’t buy these.” heeseung says.

“then who bought it?” sunoo asks.

“(name), came by. I assumed to see ni-ki but she ran out the moment I saw her. she dropped these though.”

it didn’t click in ni-ki’s just yet but jake’s jaw drops. both sunoo and jake stared at each other and then ni-ki.

“ni-ki, I think she heard what you said.” ni-ki tenses up.

“what did he say?” heeseung tilts his head.

“i called her clingy.” ni-ki whispers. heeseung gasps.

“ni-ki, I think it’s best you go find her right now and apologise to her.”

ni-ki grabs his phone and wallet, “already thought about doing so.” he quickly bolts out of the dorms.

as for you, you were busy walking around the park. it was beautiful at night. the ducks swimming in the pond-

ah you were thinking about your boyfriend again. you sighed, did he really love you or were you really the problem? were you that clingy just like ni-ki mentioned?

you settled onto the bench and kicked a pebble that was just beneath your feet. maybe, you were just a bad girlfriend. should you distant yourself from him to give him the space he needs?

“babe.” the sound of his voice pulls you out of your trance. he walks closer and wipes the tear that stained your cheeks. you didn’t even know you were crying.

you grabbed ni-ki’s hand and pulled it away from your face. ni-ki’s heart races.

“i’m sorry about I said back then. i shouldn’t have said you were clingy, I love it when you’re clingy and you show affection. i just-”

“are you tired of me?” you looked straight into his eyes. you could tell he was shocked.

“no. never.”

“do I make you disgusted when I act all clingy?”

“(name)…”

“do I?”

“not at all.”

you nod. ni-ki pulls you into a hug.

“i’m sorry I said those things before. I let my mouth run quicker than my mind could even process what i said. I really do love your cuddles and hugs.”

“really?”

ni-ki pecks your lips, “really.” he leaves a small peck on your nose. you smiled a little. ni-ki wipes the tears that were still wet on your cheeks.

“my pretty girl.” he says. you blushed at his words and hid your face on his chest. ni-ki chuckles.

that night, ni-ki continues to let out a string of apologies along with tons of kisses and hugs. you knew that you and ni-ki could work this out because that is what being in a relationship is like.

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[wuxia-hero]

HELLO coming out of my cave to yell about how much I LOVE The Double (墨雨云间) bc I have no irl friends that love historical c-dramas :’) I’ve been hung up on this show for a few days after finishing it.

Overall 10/10 with a subjectively happy ending (I choose to believe the ending is happy) with really good acting. Wu Jinyan could never disappoint. The frontal camera angles threw me off quite a bit at first but I slowly started to appreciate this artistic choice.

Some spoilers ahead as usual!

Let’s dive into - the Plot. I read some of the original novel in the past but dropped it after a while. There are some differences - such as the novel using transmigration (Xue Fangfei entering Jiang Li’s body) as the main plot point, while the drama explicitly shows how Xue Fangfei’s journey with Jiang Li and how she eventually took over JL’s identity after her passing. Personally I prefer what the drama did as everything felt much more real and believable. This added a depth to the story that transmigration was unable to showcase. Plus, Wu Jinyan’s ability to showcase XFF’s pain and growth as she vows to exonerate JL (played by Yang Chaoyue) and herself was extremely captivating and I constantly wanted to root for her.

All the flashbacks with JL thanking XFF throughout the show had me sobbing in bed at 3am while watching.

Special mention to the king (played by Zeng Ke Liang) as well for not being a total fool - as seen in SO MANY other historical dramas. His friendship with Xiao Heng is rock solid, and seeing the ministers and other antagonists constantly underestimate it was sooo satisfying to watch. So if you hate cdramas with stupid monarchs, you'll be pleased to hear that there won't be any of that here.

Scenes of their friendship were really cute to watch too.

The romantic development between XFF and Xiao Heng (played by Wang Xingyue) was delightful to watch. I love couples that just understand each other. Without explicitly saying anything, without any grand confessions of love, both parties mutually knew each other’s feelings and constantly looked out for each other. The slow and gradual process of them falling for each other was paced out beautifully - XH’s gaze changes as he looks at her throughout the episodes, and XFF gets more and more playful around him. The script and their bantering ticks all the right boxes fkr me. He’s the only person that knows her real identity, she doesn’t need to hide in front of him. And this makes their relationship so much more special.

And I love that there was nothing like making stupid decisions in the name of love and protection while jeopardising the bigger picture. (eg. XH giving up the entire secret army the emperor trusted him with for XFF - turning out to be a hidden ploy) Both XFF and XH were on a quest for revenge and they are determined to get what they want without making any compromise. If at any point of the plot - they deviate from this and decide to do something foolish in order to protect the other, I would have seen it as out of character.

Bonus points for including an archery scene :D It’s one of my favourite overused tropes.

The overall camera work and style of The Double was shot so beautifully and in a rather interesting theatrical style. From JL’s death where she falls among the pear blossoms to Princess Wanning (played by Li Meng) ’s dancing and even the scenes where characters stare directly into the camera. The opening scenes were super dramatic and really set a heavy tone for the rest of the story.

While the staring into the camera took some getting used to, there are certain portions where Wanning’s expressions gave me goose bumps. Li Meng’s performance took me out - her Wanning was repulsive in the way she treated others, yet so broken from her past that I felt so much pain for her towards the end of the story. It was amazing.

There were even comedic elements that made some parts feel like a stage play. Like her cousin and his lackeys’ coordinated walk as they try to help her out from her room. And one of the minister’s love for theatre which was super on the nose I laughed out loud while watching it all play out. The style in which important plot points are presented is so unique and really sets this show apart from other cdramas I’ve watched.

Everyone in the cast was amazing in their roles. While Wang Xingyue is one of the younger cast members, the emotional depth in his performance as Xiao Heng gave off maturity and a temperament beyond his years. Seeing him goof around behind the scenes, and then watching him as Xiao Heng gave me whiplash - but in the best way possible.

Liang Yongqi was a truly despicable Shen Yurong - it got to a point where seeing him on screen made my skin crawl. Liu Xiening as Jiang Ruoyan was perfectly annoying - and I can't wait to see more from her as I've really liked her since she was in Gugudan.

I could probably go on and on about how much I love Wu Jinyan as Xue Fangfei and I’m so happy that they casted her because she was perfect. (Admittedly, I’m biased). But I think you can watch the show to experience everyone's brilliance for yourself. The casting and script pacing was great and all the different pieces fit together into this story perfectly.

Now let's talk about the somewhat controversial ending of The Double. Did our beloved Duke Su die in battle? Did they ever reunite? I choose to believe that he came back to her in the end and they got their happy ending. But Wang Xingyue's performance in that last battle - with the iconic scene of XFF's pendant in his mouth was breathtaking. Regardless, I do think the show could have done without causing the audience pain with this added arc of him going back to his duties - but I felt that it made sense.

Xiao Heng is someone who is deadly loyal to his country and to his king. He and XFF are not the kind to simply escape from the capital and its intrigues to live a happy life on their own. Both value their family and their country, they would never leave the capital to pursue their own happiness.

Also something I noticed - that made this scene so much more painful. At the start after XFF retrieves the pendant, Tong'er (her servant) tells her not to pawn off this pendant anymore. She replies with "there's no one worth trading this pendant for". And then she gives this pendant to XH before he goes off to battle at the end. Cries.

Abrupt end but I think this is most of the feels I have to get out already - I took a lot of screenshots and recordings while watching The Double (haven't felt the urge to do so in such a long time tbh) so there may be more posts from me while I continue yapping about how much I love this show and story adaptation.

smol life update: I’ve been working FT after graduation two years ago - but I was in a pretty bad environment and have decided to resign this year. So now I’m funemployed and trying to work through some health issues. Hope everyone has been well and thank you for reading this! ❤️❤️

[bsydelver]

PART 2- Tamaki Amajiki x Alt/gothic reader.

———>part 1

COLLAB WITH @wolvwa <333 (best plot inventor for real)

MAY BE OOC BUT BARE WITH ME.

Note: Okay, Im actually kinda excited for this chapter bcs Wolfa made such a cute plot for this part so trust us please with this one even if I barely write/wrote fluff 🙏

Warnings (?): Writer should not be labelled a writer, english isn’t my first language, reader slowly falls in love kinda, Mirio and Nejire just being Tamaki’s friends idk how to explain, reader is cute lowkey wanna be Tamaki (hj)

Summary: The four of you are hungry and go to a nice place then follow up and buy things from the cafeteria on campus until something happens and- okay just read.

As Mirio stepped in, a call for him that Nejire did and filled the room with followed. Tamaki lifted his head up too to look at Mirio who was visibly waiting for the room to calm down before fixing his mouth to say anything. Before you could greet him, you couldn’t help but notice the huge bag he was carrying on his back: what would a student be carrying that was this big for some chill out at a dorm with friends, you being you of course, you chose to question him about it; you always started your known interrogations with something simple, “Hey Mirio!” Nejire and Mirio both looked at you and it didn’t take long before Tamaki joined them (he couldn't miss this opportunity after all), “Y/n! How are you?” Mirio replied back, it was simple as you had initially expected- that exact moment was the time to actually ask: “If you don’t mind me asking; your bag looks rather bigger today, what do you exactly have in there?” your tone came off concerned for some reason which made the two other people who had been present before Mirio’s entrance in the dorm at that moment seem even more invested than you were, “Oh yeah!” Mirio let down his bag which kind of made a loud bang on the floorboards but it was much quieter than you predicted it would be actually, “I brought a board game for us to play,” as Mirio said that, you could see stars form in Nejire’s eyes and you couldn’t resist letting out a half smile: they were your closest friends after all and seeing them happy made you happy as well.

Due to Nejire’s obvious excitement, al though not expressed by her directly, Mirio layed out the game without any context and just ordered you guys to pair up into two groups of two people- but he basically hadn’t given you the choice as he had picked Nejire immediately, leaving you and Tamaki. Dice started rolling and true rivalry begun, there was nothing labelled as friendship when it came to you and the group’s board game matches. The only trustable person you had was Tamaki and you didn’t want to waste that, you both gave each other mutual ‘time to finish this’ glances through out the games and a few smiles as well, mostly from your side- but Tamaki had mustered up the courage a few times to actually form some as well. The thing that intrigued you the most though during this intense game were the (not-very-well-hidden) hidden smirks and glances Mirio and Nejire gave Tamaki: were the three of them planning on 3 versus 1 against you, were you just that good?! You decided not to look too much into it though as one hour had went by and your victory was officially confirmed and Mirio packed up the board with a quote-on-quote “disappointed face” that you just scoffed at in a playful manner. You looked at the person who preformed amazingly, Tamaki, and signaled him to do a fist bump which resulted in a few seconds of silence before he raised his fist up to complete the bump part of it.

Mirio’s stomach rumble escaped as he was putting the game back in his bag, you rolled your eyes and did a small giggle, “I heard this new place opened and does deliveries to our campus and we don’t need approval if I remember correctly since they partnered with principal Nezu!” You blurted out in order for you not to seem evil for that giggle that came out from you earlier accidentally (or on purpose, only you knew the answer to that); the group all agreed to your suggestion and after you contacted that new restaurant, you all ran out of the dorm with the idea that by the time you reach the drop off spot at campus, the order would be there.

You guys were right for once actually and you took the order and rushed to your ‘signature’ bench to eat there before anybody else could sit there and claim the place. Everyone slowly opened their order like it was some mysterious box, and they technically were since you had never tried from this place. You noticed that Tamaki had looked at you before taking a bite of his meal, you just smirked at the thought of it and how cute yet simple he was, both were traits you never thought would be coming from him at the time you didn’t know him as much (maybe cute but on a minimal scale, MAYBE). Everyone was digging in, especially Mirio, and you could tell it wouldn’t be the last time you guys would order from that place. Everyone’s mouthes were too full to say anything, all of you guys basically looked like hamsters with nut-stuffed cheeks that were puffed out; Tamaki pulled out a tissue as he chewed and after he swallowed, you could see him start mouthing something to you, “Y/n,” he didn’t continue and just pointed at a spot on his own left cheek, it was obvious now that you think about it but at that moment you were too focused on something else to process what Tamaki was hinting towards. Tamaki layed down his food and took off his gloves, still holding the same tissue, and leaned towards you- gently wiping the parallel spot on your face which he had been pointing at on his own face previously, his fingers were cold yet gave you warmth and before you could thank him: he pulled a similar product to the one you used for your makeup and handed it to you, "I carry this with me just in case of emergencies for you," you smiled at the small yet thoughtful gesture and properly thanked him after swallowing your food which you had been slowly chewing on since Tamaki’s wiping without taking notice.

You all headed back to your dorm and not Nejire’s this time after the much-needed meal with initial plans on a movie night with snacks- recommended by Nejire and Mirio. Something was missing though; it was the snacks part of the whole thing, Nejire quickly took action for this horrible “mistake” she had done and informed you and the group that her and Mirio would be going out to buy some and that Mirio needed to go out anyways to get his bag from Nejire’s dorm. You closed the door behind them with an exhale and looked behind you to find the indigo-haired boy sitting on the floor of your room in awe of the uniqueness of it, there was a contrast between you and him: he was always really quiet and just kept to himself unless you were really close to him and you found that fascinating to you, but you were open about your personality and interests and that always seemed to amaze Tamaki and admire you. Your footsteps quickly cut his observation off though and he had realized you both were alone and for God knows how long you’d be, Nejire and Mirio were menaces for this and they knew exactly what they were doing. You looked down at the distressed Tamaki and decided to sit down beside him to offer some comfort if needed, “Wait I have an idea,” something came over you and you opened the record player you had to practically beg the school to allow for months before they actually did to play ‘Lucretia My reflection’ (wr:sorry had to pull out one of my favs) you put out your hand for Tamaki and pulled him up and started moving ‘with’ him to the beat, you realized he was lost though and decided to take it upon yoursef to be the one to teach him dancing. You told him to follow along with your steps and taught him all you knew and all with a smile on both of your faces. Tamaki was always captivated by you, everything about you felt so different to him yet attractive and to have the opportunity to participate in the uniqueness you carried within you was an honor to him.

[drghostwrite]

Snowed in

Pairing: Arizona Robbin’s x preg!reader

Summary: After all they went through Arizona and her wife finally get their baby, but what happens when the due date is approaching and a blizzard blows through Seattle.

******************************************************** “We expect for atleast 12 more inches of snowfall before 9pm tonight, to make matters worse roads are becoming extremely dangerous due to black ice, and snow drifts. We encourage all to stay inside and all necessary personal to stay safe and warm as it is going to be a long night in Seattle.” You stood in your living room watching the live emergency weather forecast.

“Ugh…” you groaned to yourself, you could hear your wife moving in the kitchen and decided to go see what she was up to. Walking in you saw her moving around your stove.

“Arizona?” You called. She turned with her signature ‘light up a room’ smile holding two mugs in her hand. You smiled lovingly back at her in her pajamas making you hot chocolate because you were both stuck here with nowhere to go.

“We’re snowed in… and that calls for hot chocolate!” She said excitedly walking a mug over to you and you stood at the end of the island, farthest away from the stove, she ran her hand along your lower back as she stood facing you.

You stared down into the cup of warm brown liquid, “Y/N is everything okay?”

“for now…” you said quietly, though you were happy to be with her you couldn’t say that you weren’t slightly worried.

“what’s on your mind?” She asked as you turned to face her, you mustered up a smile.

“it’s nothing, it’s just…” you shrugged and laughed a little as to ease her worrying about you.

“Is it the baby?” She asked a hand coming down to caress your very swollen baby bump.

“no no baby’s okay.” You smiled, a hand coming up to her cheek as the most gentle and reassuring expression came over her face, you placed a soft kiss to silky lips.

“Okay, look if it’s this weather I promise you it’ll be okay… I’m not going anywhere I already told Webber that I’m staying with you in case anything were to happen… not that it will, cause our little one has got a couple more weeks to go.” She said calming your nerves. She ran a very soothing hand along your bump, one of the only people other than you that could calm your baby when they decided to do kickboxing with your internal organs. You absolutely loved how she would talk to your bump, one time in the OR your baby decided to give you a little scare and she was there at your side in mere seconds talking to your belly, calming your baby while you held a human heart in your hands. Another time you got stuck in a 16 hour trauma surgery and your muscles had locked up, as soon as it was over she was right next to you doing her best to work them over as you let tears fall over how sore you were never once leaving your side.

“hmm…” you said leaning forward to rest your head on her shoulder wrapping your arms around each other, your bump pressed firmly against her, she could feel your baby kicking. You decided it would be best to pull an early night and around 9 you headed to your bed letting a movie play on the TV not that you paid much attention to it bc Arizona had got the lavender oil out and was giving your muscles a much needed massage, lulling you into a much needed sleep, she knew you were absolutely exhausted and so she pulled the covers up wrapping her arm around you running a hand over you bump and softly whispering making sure to calm the baby so you could sleep.

Well that was until 3 hours later…

she turned over and found you no longer in the bed next to her, she slowly sat up seeing a very dim light seeping through the crack in the bathroom door.

“Y/N?” She called out.

“I’m okay just go back to sleep.” You responded, you lied to her, you thought you were feeling cramping but unsure so you didn’t want to worry her. You waited holding your breath until you didn’t hear any stirring in the bedroom. Assuming she had fallen back to sleep you let out a sigh, hands on the counter you leaned trying to stretch. You returned to the bed crawling in next to her watching her chest rise and fall softly, rubbing soothing circles on your bump as you tried going back to sleep.

It only lasted 20 minutes before you were back in your bathroom, leaned on the kitchen counter one hand gripped to the sink while the other pressed firmly into your lower back, “Hhhnahh…” you let out a stressed breath, you took some deep breaths, you thought you heard footsteps and looked out into the darkness of the room through the crack in the door, you could see the moonlit outline of your wife still in bed.

“Oh god…” you said feeling another cramping sensation. This time you didn’t hear her call your name as you were focused, you didn’t realize she was up until she was standing in the doorway eyes squinted at you taking in your distressed form.

“Y/N, baby are you okay?” She gently made her way to your side.

“I’m not sure…” you said looking at her letting the demeanor fall.

“Okay let me feel…” you slowly nodded as she put her expert hands on your bump feeling for any signs of distress from baby. That’s when she felt it the muscles tightening against her hands, “Y/N how long have you been feeling this?”

“a couple hours maybe.”

“okay, well you’re definitely contracting.”

“what, no, Arizona I can’t.”

“why?”

“cause it’s to early, an-and we’re stuck here what if something happens?”

“okay it’s okay, we’re both trained for this first of all, I can get Addison on the phone, and we have all the supplies we need.” She said holding your hands, before you could continue you felt a contraction coming in this one stronger than the others.

“okay…” you nodded resting your head on her shoulder leaning into her, she moved quickly after that, prepping all supplies and calling Addison updating her on what’s going on, she also called Bailey to see if they could get anyone there but everyone was having trouble in the weather. You were in the bathroom leaning against the sink again when you felt it, the liquid running down your thighs onto the floor creating a small puddle around you.

“Arizona?” You called and she was at your side in seconds.

“yea love?”

“um…” you said looking at your feet.

“oh okay, your water broke…” you weren’t moving so she wrapped an arm around you one hand under your bump, “it’s okay, just means baby is on its way.”

“I-I can’t do this…” you said still processing as she helped you out of your now soaked leggings.

“yes you can, you’ve got this, soon we’re gonna meet our beautiful baby…” she smiled at you and for a moment everything seems to melt away.

——— time jump———

“Gaahhh…” you screamed feeling baby drop.

“okay baby it’s okay.” Arizona ran a hand up and down your leg, as her other held your hand.

“Y/N deep breaths, Arizona how’re mama and baby doing.” you found yourself on your bathroom floor leaned back against your bath tub, Arizona was monitoring progress between your legs with Addison on the phone trying to get to you ASAP. You didn’t want to do this on your bed and the idea of a water birth was annoying you so this was your best option and Arizona was going with it.

“We’re close to crowning I can just barely see baby’s head.”

“Okay that’s good, you know the drill, just have her push when her body feels the need and watch for tearing.”

“Nnghh… God this hurts.” You gritted out.

“I know baby.” She squeezed your hand tightly.

“Y/N I’m ten minutes out, trying our best to get to you.” Addison explained.

“I’m not sure this baby is gonna wait.” You said out of breath already, another contraction cutting you off and you pushed.

“Yea Addison this baby is not waiting, another push Y/N…” you pushed through another contraction.

“mmm it burns, Arizona… God it burns.”

“Ring of fire…is she fully crowning?”

“Yea, I can see the top of baby’s head.” Arizona let out a breathy laugh, tears filling her eyes threatening to fall.

“Okay just breathe, Arizona just talk me through it...” Arizona lifted the towel over your legs, checking progress again.

“Addison the baby is right there, I can see it… come on Y/N you’re so close.”

“okay mama on this next contraction I don’t want you to push, it might help if you take quick small breaths almost like you’re panting, let your body do the work.” You heard Addison through the phone, you let out a long groan in protest before you felt another wave coming.

“Ariz-oh god…nnghh.”

“Breathe baby, pant, like this” she rubbed up and down you leg and started panting showing you what to do. You squeezed you eyes tightly feeling your baby move down. “Okay Y/N big push on the next contraction.”

“Whoo…” you pushed air out, moaning through the breathing, you squeezed your eyes shut tucking your chin to you chest pushing hard, your lips parted as you gritted your teeth.

“okay heads out, our baby’s head is out...” she let another small laugh under her breath, slow tears fell as she watched your baby made it way into the world.

“Arizona I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon…” she heard the dial tone as the phone hung up.

“Okay, one more push… just one more big push.” You nodded at her, tears of exhaustion and desperation to hold your baby fell down your face. You gritted your teeth, letting out one last moan of desperation as you pushed feeling your baby slide into your wife’s arms.

You listened as your baby’s cries filled the room, opening your eyes you saw as tears rolled down Arizonas cheeks as she held your baby who was softly wrapped in one of your towels. “It’s a girl… we have a baby girl.” You smiled softly at her trying to will your very sore muscles to move, before you could say anything you heard footsteps and saw as Addison turned the corner coming into view. She took in the sight before her you leaned against the tub Arizona still between your legs holding your baby, she walked in touching Arizonas shoulder letting her know she was there. She quickly shifted in next to you handing you the baby, you looked down in awe and to Arizona who leaned in placing a kiss on your lips, she rested her head on the side of yours as you both looked down at your baby.

“Addison, I have a baby girl.” You looked up and smiled tiredly at the redhead.

“I see,” she said running a comforting hand over your leg, “Y/N I’m just going to check and make sure you’re okay.” You grimaced and nodded giving her permission. She lifted the towel one hand slid under placed on your lower belly, she looked up at Arizona who was watching you hold your baby, she looked down confused making eye contact and Addison nodded.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yea?”

“We need to get you to the hospital.”

“Um okay… and the baby?”

“she’s coming with us.” You nodded slowly. The other two women nodded to each other and quickly helped you out to the car, Arizona with the baby and Addison helping you up, you all climbed into your suv knowing it would do better in the snow.

5 minutes later and you were very slowly on your way to Grey-Sloan, Addison was driving next to you as Arizona sat in the back holding your baby in the carrier. You groaned shifting in the passenger seat, feeling your muscles tighten again. You were groaning and it went on for 15 more minutes progressively getting worse before you spoke up.

“Arizona…” you reached a hand back and she took it quickly, “right here I’m right here.”

“it’s coming again.” You grimaced letting out a small whine, your eyes were closed as you fought the exhaustion.

“what… what’s coming again?”

“the contractions.” You said swallowing hard letting your head fall to the side your hand still in hers. She looked up at the mirror meeting Addison’s eyes, Arizonas mouth fell open. You felt as Addison quickly pulled the car over, she came around to your side of the car opening your door and unbuckling you, “Y/N I want to get you in the back seat.”

“But…”

“Y/N please just trust her.” Arizona said sliding into the drivers seat placing the carrier next to her trying to keep your baby calm. Addison helped you into the back seat, you reached grabbing the handle above the door leaning forward one hand wrapped tightly under your still swollen bump, Addison slid in next to you rubbing your back.

“Mmhhh… Addison, another one, it hurts.” You said gripping her hand.

“Okay I need to see what’s going on, come here.” She helped you shift putting your back on the door and lifting your legs you pushed one against her hip as she sat between them, she quickly took her jacket off putting it over your exposed middle, looking under her jacket she saw it, you were crowning again. She looked up rubbing a hand on your knee.

“Twins, and it looks like baby number two is ready to make their entrance.”

“baby number two?”Arizona looked back in the mirror.

“you didn’t know?”Addison asked.

“twins… we’re having twins…I found out last week, I was gonna surprise you.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Right now that doesn’t matter this baby is coming, Arizona I need you to stay calm I don’t wanna have to explain to Bailey why three of her surgeons were in a car accident.”

“it’s coming…” you groaned out you pushed feeling the baby shift lower.

“Okay we need to do this quickly… Y/N I know you’re tired but I need you to give it everything.”

“it hurts.” You let out a small whine.

“I know but you can do it.”

“come on baby I know you can do it.” Your wife encouraged.

a couple pushes later and you pulled up outside the ER doors, your car door whipped open revealing a very concerned Bailey, Jo, Grey and Kepner waiting with a gurney. Addison got out holding one baby while Arizona had the other, Bailey helped you onto the gurney pulling the white sheets up over you, Arizona stepped in next to you walking with the gurney.

“Hey…” you smiled softly at her.

“Hey, love it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.” You nodded. You heard as Addison gave report to the others, Jo had an OB team ready to treat you and Bailey had a team ready to take care of your babies, Kepner and Grey were there to keep other at bay.

“Looks like you have two beautiful healthy babies, but let’s get in here and get you checked out.” Bailey said wheeling the gurney.

“Whatever you say boss.” You chuckled as they got you in to be checked out.

[saylor-twift]

(clariondeluna_art on insta, i found on pinterest)

please enjoy this piece of shit i threw together on a whim. Wanderer is called Kunimitsu bc that’s what i named him, sorry if u don’t like it 🤷‍♀️

pt. 2: Good Enough

word count: 3094

Just a Little More

It was odd, yes, but not entirely unpleasant. To speak the truth, it actually was proving quite difficult to find any sort of discomfort throughout the whole ordeal. (Despite the obvious underlying awkwardness at the beginning, of course). If anything, it was hard to keep from grinning like an idiot any time you got a little closer than normal, maybe bumping a shoulder or brushing a finger or two. The butterflies in your stomach only enhancing that girlish giddy sensation you felt every damn time his gaze locked with yours.

The one little aspect that made this little rendezvous odd, though, was that for once it was not of your own accord. Usually, you were the one who (reluctantly, knowing his attitude) would invite him along on your little escapades. And he, who despite complaining every single time without fail, always said yes. You weren’t sure exactly why you kept coming back to him. Your history with the ex-harbinger was far from pleasant, after all. (Yes you do, it’s because you yearn for him in a way you’ve never felt towards anyone before, but you can’t admit that, he’d never let you hear the end of it.) Most of the time, the trips the two of you took together were, unsurprisingly, on behalf of Sumeru’s very own deity of wisdom, informally known as Nahida. Unbeknownst to you, she really only does it because she likes seeing the two of you together, she claims it’s doing him some good. You never complain, you’ve grown to enjoy his presence as a matter of fact.

Now, he was never exactly a fan of being known as an errand boy for Sumeru’s archon, so you knew there must have been some sort of underlying reason as to why he always agreed to accompany you. This theory was pretty much proven true when he showed up, completely out of the blue and completely without reason, to your quarters, inviting (demanding) you to come with him so he could show you some interesting new phenomenon he had recently come across. Of course you were in no place to deny, coincidentally having no plans for that day. But, even if you did, you most likely would have made the time for him anyway. With little more than an eyebrow raise and a shrug, you find yourself taking a rather pleasant stroll through one of the more sunny, open areas of the Avidya Forest with none other than the renowned Mr. Hat Guy. The journey had, as per usual, been rather silent. But not the kind of silence that makes your skin crawl with awkwardness, more so the kind that momentarily takes a weight of your shoulders and, in a way, makes you feel as though you just might belong here.

Walking for several more minutes, the two of you reach a clearing in the forest, where he motions you to follow him up to the top of a rather large hill. Raising an eyebrow at the lack of information given to you, you decide to speak up. “You know, not to pester or anything, but you’ve sort of left me in the dark as to what plans you have for us here.”

“I have informed you, I’m showing you something I have found that I think you will find interesting. Be silent, wouldn’t you rather keep the element of surprise?” He responds in his usual snarky tone that never fails to make you quirk a smile. “Well, put yourself in my position, don’t you think it’s at least a little odd I’m being led into the middle of nowhere with the only piece of information being, ‘I have something to show you.’? Think about it, wouldn’t you be a little suspicious?” You cross your arms smugly, raising an eyebrow towards the indigo-eyed man. You always enjoyed poking a little fun at him. “Oh, so you’re just now realizing that I’m someone you should be a little wary of? I figured you would have picked up on that a little sooner. Needless to say I’m disappointed.” He says in a threatening tone, though knowing him, you know it couldn’t be wrung for even a hint of actual malice. “Hmm… so if I’m correct, then I assume you’re saying I should turn around and leave before you decide to, I don’t know, strangle me to death?” You think you’re so hilarious.

He scoffs, crossing his arms as his brows furrow, trying (and failing) to appear nonchalant. “I’m not going to plead and beg for you to stay, but you seemed pretty eager to follow me all the way out here from the beginning. It goes without saying it would be considered a little rude for you to leave now, but who am I to hold you captive? If you truly wish to leave, be my guest.” This causes you to stifle back a laugh because he truly does look so adorable with his arms folded like a child, nose turned up to the sky in a show of faux coolness. He’s trying to seem as though he doesn’t care, but oh he really does, otherwise why would he have even taken you out here in the first place? “You know I’m kidding, if I really wanted to leave I wouldn’t have come out here anyway! I’m sure I’ll be pleasantly surprised once I get to see this ‘phenomenon’ of yours.” You chide, jogging a little to catch up with his quickened pace. He huffs again. Adorable, you think. “Keep your mouth shut, then. Or else it won’t be much of a surprise.” This time you really do laugh, unable to contain your amusement any longer. Making sure to make eye contact with him, you pretend to zip your lips shut, smirking giddily the whole time. He scoffs once more, turning his head and covering his face with the brim of his hat, most likely to hide the very obvious, and lovely, dusty rose that creeps up to his cheekbones, as well as the hint of a smirk.

As he continues to lead you up an incredibly steep hill for what feels like an eternity, (seriously, where the hell does this lead?) your curiosity only continues to grow. At first you didn’t really mind, rather enjoying the peace and quiet, but you soon find that you’re actually not too keen on being in ignorance of his true intentions. Instead of being suspicious, you’re rather agitated, coming to the conclusion that this whole exposition seems to be completely otiose. Drawing in a sharp breath and opening your mouth to spit out some gripe about the current situation, the Wanderer suddenly stops dead in his tracks, placing his hands on his hips. You’d fallen behind him again, now standing a few paces behind. You fold your arms, glancing at him curiously, waiting for some sort of explanation. “Uhm-“

“I believe this is it.” He interrupts.

“Uh, you believe?” You walk the remaining steps required to put you next to him, standing just within arms reach.

“Yes, I believe so.”

“So, this phenomenon you speak of… does it perhaps require some sort of higher consciousness in order to see that I am currently lacking? Or is this some poorly executed joke and you really are planning on doing something unspeakable to me out here?” You quip, (half) jokingly. He sighs, turning to fully face you for the first time all evening. Evening? Wow, you realize, the sun is actually beginning to set. You’ve been out here longer than you had thought. “Well, obviously I haven’t shown it to you yet. As I said before, I only believe that this is the correct location. If I’m wrong, then this will all be for naught.” He turns around, seemingly surveying the surroundings. “And if you are wrong?” You retort, hands on hips. Silence.

…

“I’m not.” He faces you once more, and you can’t deny the flurry of butterflies erupting inside your abdomen the millisecond your gaze meets his, piercing indigo eyes tunneling directly into your soul. He extends his hand, and you swear out of the corner of your eye you see his chest rise and fall as though he’s taking a deep breath to steady himself. “Do you trust me?” He asks in all seriousness, his gaze never leaving yours. “I think so.” You vacillate, placing your hand atop his without much of a second thought. “If you regret this later, just remember it was you who agreed to it.”

“I- huh-? WAI-“ You yelp as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, one around your waist while the other supports the underside of your thighs, rocketing into the air with the use of his anemo vision at a near breakneck speed. He laughs out loud at your apparent fear, spinning around once or twice just to tease you a little more. You don’t even realize how your fingers clutch the sheer fabric of his black shirt until he finally comes to a standstill, hundreds of feet off the ground. You blink your eyes a couple of times, regaining the moisture after the sharp winds from being shot upward. Looking out in front of you, your jaw goes slack at the sight to behold. Below you is the city of Sumeru in all its glory, the golden buildings appearing nearly ethereal when bathed in the sunlight. The water from the nearby river reflects the colors of the sunset, giving off a gorgeous orange and red rosy hue. He looks at you, and holy shit why do you feel so gooey whenever he does that? “Well, (name)? What do you think? I have to admit, I wasn’t fully honest with my intentions, this was indeed not for any sort of research purposes, but I think it can be considered a groundbreaking phenomenon nonetheless, no?”

You turn your head towards him, (definitely not shocked at how close the proximity is), and can’t help the smile breaking out on your face. Stumbling over your words, you manage to form a mainly coherent sentence. “I- how did you…? The city… how did you know?”

“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it? When I’m bored, I quite enjoy flying over this particular area, and I’ve actually discovered that at certain times of day, when the sun hits those buildings at just the right angle, you get the chance to witness something exquisite. As the enjoyer of all things beautiful that I take you for, I figured it was only fair to share my discovery with you. Care to share your thoughts?” He smirks at you, obviously pleased with himself as well as your reaction. “It’s… absolutely beautiful… Look over there! How can… is this even real?” You laugh in disbelief, pointing all over like an overexcited child. He laughs as well, in fun of you, of course. “How very easy to please. You really are such a child.” He smirks, then stops to take another look at your grinning face, and time seems to pause altogether, because really, this was his plan all along, to get you alone so he could admire you like this. He’s not quite sure when it hit him, but recently he’s found himself all but completely taken by you. He’s always thought you were one of the few people on the more attractive side of things, but over the course of the last few weeks he’s had the odd, reoccurring thought that you were perhaps one of the loveliest things he’s ever seen.

Not only on the outside, but truly he believes, on the inside as well. You were there when he plummeted from the height of his glorified mecha, you were there when he was picking fresh sunsettias for the street merchant, when his mind had been erased of all his past traumas and wrongs and felt as young as it had his first few years of life. You were there when all those memories were oh so harshly returned to him, and to this day you are still here, even though he firmly believes you shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve you, the one who sits next to him when he behaves like a wallflower around the rest of his peers, the one who doesn’t anger at him when he spits out crude remarks, you who soothed him that one night after a particularly achey nightmare, despite his embarrassment and hesitance to look at you afterwards. You, who seems to understand him so very well, to the point it feels as though you’re sticking your hand into his very soul and wrapping his aching heart in soft bandages, and how is that even possible? You’re a mortal, mortals don’t possess that kind of understanding. And yet time and time again, you endlessly prove him wrong. He hates to admit it, it feels wrong, he wasn’t meant to feel this way, hell, it’s the reason his very creator sent him away. But archons, he just can’t help it, he loves you, and he finally allows him to accept it right here in this very moment, when the luminescence of the setting sun so beautifully paints your skin with varying shades of roses and peaches. He isn’t even listening to what you’re saying as his gaze ever so subtlety falls down to your soft lips, endlessly rambling on and on about the scene in front of you, and yeah it’s pretty, he knows that, that’s why he brought you out here, duh. But it’s not nearly as breathtaking as you, and it baffles him that you’re too focused on the goddamn city to realize that.

One

His chest tightens, and he stops breathing. (Not like he needs to in the first place, but it has the same effect that it would on any regular mortal)

Two

His gaze is fully locked on your lips as they open and close.

Three

He waits patiently (very, very impatiently) for you to turn your head just slightly to the side, because for some strange reason, he’s feeling extra brave today.

Four

He bites his lip, maybe it will take a few more moments. You’re very engrossed with the sight he literally brought you out here for, after all.

Five

Oh come on.

Six

He debates on using his hand to turn your head himself if it means he gets to feel your lips on his for even a moment.

Seven

Eight

Nine

Please, please, please, turn your head just a little more…

Ten

You sharply turn your head, in the opposite fucking direction he’s been silently begging for you to do this whole time. You gasp, jutting a finger outwards. “Kunimitsu, look! You can even see the oasis from here!” He instantly snaps out of his stupor, stuttering as you grip his shoulder in elation at the glowing blue tree miles in the distance. “A-ah, I suppose it is. Another wonderful view.” He clenches his jaw, reality giving him a harsh kick right in the gut. Of course you’d never give him that opportunity, he doesn’t deserve it and (according to him and only him,) probably never will. Isn’t that the conclusion he had come to, that you were far too pure and good for a sinner like him? Oh well, a man can dream. Those ten seconds were the most excruciating, and in a sort of odd, deranged way, also the most blissful in his entire five centuries of living. “Let’s go, you need to get home. I know all too well the side effects of sleep deprived mortals, and I have zero intentions of caring for you in the morning.” He spits out harshly, taking out his frustrations on you even though he knows fully that his own emotions are his own fault. You frown, and he swears he’s started to see things because did you just glance at his lips? No, surely you didn’t, his mind is playing tricks on him because of his own previous thoughts regarding you. “Already..? But-“

“Don’t make me parent you. You’ve enjoyed yourself, no? The day is coming to an end, now come on.” He scolds, descending to the ground at a much easier and slower rate than the manner he brought you upwards in. You furrow your eyebrows, instantly sensing something is wrong because that’s just how you are, someone so emotionally intelligent that they can feel when even someone as emotionally constipated as him is feeling out of the ordinary.

“Is everything all right, Kunimitsu? Have I done something wrong?”

“I just remembered something, is all. Mind yourself.”

He sets you down on the grass, taking care to make sure you get your footing before completely letting go because even though he’s frustrated at the fact he wasn’t able to kiss you just now, he’s going to make sure you’re okay. It’s probably a bit childish for him to be acting this way, hypocritical because not even thirty minutes ago he called you a child, but he just can’t help it. He’s been pining for you so hard it actually hurts, even more so that he’s finally come to terms with how he feels. Stealing one last glimpse at the desirable shape of your lips, because that’s all he feels he deserves in this moment. “Let’s go. I’ll walk you back.”

Next time, he swears he won’t hesitate.

he turns and begins to walk down the hill, assuming for you to follow him. You don’t follow him straight away, folding your arms. You know exactly why he’s upset, you know exactly what he wanted while you were in the air, and you mentally punch yourself for not realizing it until it was too late. You absolutely cannot deny that you are in fact, madly in love with the man in the large hat. Maybe you shouldn’t be, he tried to harm you on numerous occasions, after all. He’s not a good person, but archons, he’s so much better than he was before. You can see it in the way he smiles to himself when he thinks nobody else is watching, the way he always makes sure you’re alright after completing your daily commissions, even if it’s in the form of scolding. And you especially see it in the way he looks at you like he absolutely needs you but you just won’t turn your fucking head one more inch for him to show you how much he appreciates your existence. You were a goner before you even realized what was happening.

And next time, you swear, you’ll make sure he doesn’t hesitate.

[sheepiemc]

Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #5: need help picking an outfit

CW: suggestive themes (bc it's asmo, c'mon)

You stand in front of your closet, hands on your hips, with a look of deep concentration. You stare at all the clothes, just hanging there, but you aren’t really seeing it. Inside your mind's eye, you picture it. 

The most mundane fashion show in the history of existence. 

One by one, you try on your pre-planned outfits, each one somehow worse than the last. 

Tonight is a big deal. 

You somehow managed to snag an invite to a very important party for your work and you wanted — no you needed — to make a dazzling impression. Not only are important people from your work going to be in attendance but important people from your city and even across the world will be there as well. You might be confident in a room of people you know but there are going to be innumerable important strangers all around you tonight and you’ve been nervous all week just thinking about it. 

That's why your outfit had to be perfect. 

We all know the old adage “don't judge a book by its cover” and we all know it simply isn't true. You can tell a lot about a book by its cover — people are paid a lot of money to make those covers as eye-catching and appealing as possible. The same goes for people. The way you appear to others is your first impression to them before any words even leave your mouth. Have you ever taken one look at someone and decided you just didn't like them? Tonight, you needed an outfit that would do the exact opposite. 

When the pathetic little fashion show in the theater of your mind fails, you start to pull things out of your closet. Maybe seeing them in real life will inspire you? You hold pieces against you and, when that doesn’t work, you start trying things on because maybe you’re just not seeing things in the right light. No, this one’s too boring. These two don’t go that well together! This one doesn’t even fit right anymore. After you reject a piece, it gets tossed into a frustrated heap on your floor. This goes on for who knows how long but it ends with you a sweaty, tired mess from wrestling yourself into garments and peeling them away from your body when they inevitably get rejected. Nope, there’s nothing! Nothing is right! 

You let out a frustrated shout — a drawn-out noise that makes you feel better after you release it. You turn away from the pile of discarded clothes and look over to your desk, with your small collection of makeup hiding in a drawer somewhere. Maybe you didn't wear makeup all that often but you did keep enough to have options when the special occasion arose. Perhaps you’ll have more luck with that? Or maybe you just want to keep your hands busy so you don't feel absolutely useless right now. 

You pull up a way-too-small mirror and turn your desk lamp towards you, giving your face a harsh, sharp edge — not in the cool, modelesque way but in the scary, nosferatu kind of way. You grimace and look over your choices. You have a few palettes… but maybe you should start with the eyeliner? That's always the toughest part. 

You take a deep breath and line from the inner corner of your eye. You try to keep a steady hand but thinking about how shaky your hand feels only makes it shakier. You thicken the line to cover up the bumps. 

Okay… 

Not the look you were going for but maybe you can work with it. 

You try to replicate what you did on the other eye, starting from the wing inward. Now, that was your second mistake (first one being starting with the eyeliner). Your left eye's wing is pointing in a completely different direction from the right one and it's way thinner. No problem, you’ll just thicken it so the difference isn’t so obvious. 

Well now it’s even thicker than the right wing.

You try to even them out one more time before you realize how ridiculous you look. You press the heels of your hands to your eyelids and rub them in frustration. The smudged makeup doesn't even look any worse than what you had done to yourself before. 

You let your head fall to your desk and heave a big sigh. It was time to admit you needed help. After a few self-pitying minutes, you lift your head off your desk and focus on a picture you taped up to your wall, a picture you looked at everyday. 

You smile at the memory it depicts and pull it off the wall. 

When you suggested taking a photo as a summoning token, the photoshoot lasted way longer than it needed to. Plenty of perfectly fine pictures were disregarded because of some supposed imperfection Asmodeus saw (which was impossible because the Avatar of Lust was literally flawless - that much he said himself). 

Obviously, you knew he only said this because he wanted to take more pictures, spend more time with you before you left again. Any of those pictures would have worked but, you have to admit, the one you now hold in your hand is pretty special. 

After several pictures that “just didn't work”, Asmo had surprised you by picking you up - bridal style - and collapsing onto his bed with you. With one arm around your waist, tickling your side, he managed to get an awesome picture of you laughing while he kissed your neck. 

It's one of your favorite pictures of all time, not just of you two together. You even decorated it with stickers on an app on your phone before printing it out so you could have a physical copy of it. 

The printout made him easier to summon so you don't have to scroll so far back on your phone whenever you want to see him (because if you didn't change it immediately when Asmo set it as your phone wallpaper, you would have started a war). 

You hold the picture close to your chest and concentrate. You open your eyes in time to watch the bright pink light fade before you feel a presence behind you. 

“Darling!” Asmo wastes no time, throwing his arms around your neck and leaning all his body weight on your shoulders. If you weren't sitting down, the force of his deceptively strong frame might have knocked you to the floor. 

He turns your face to his and pulls back, gasping sharply when he sees the mess you made. “Oh,” he holds you at arm's length and looks you up and down, flinching at the state your face is in. “Honey, no… What happened?” His words hold no judgment (well, a little judgment), just mild concern.

“Asmo,” you turn around in your seat to face him, “I need your help.”

“Clearly.” 

You ignore the slight remark and continue explaining. 

“I have a party for work tonight that’s very important and I really want to make a good impression on everyone.”

“Naturally.”

“I couldn’t decide on a look with the clothes in my closet…” 

“Mhmmm…” Asmo nods uncertainly and looks at the piles of clothes around, grimacing just a little.

 “So,” you continue, “I thought maybe it would be easier to start with a makeup look…”

 Asmo crosses his arms and covers his mouth with his hand. When he looks back at you, the only emotion you can read on his face is pity. He makes a vaguely disapproving noise, tinged with sympathy. 

You sigh at his reaction, “I’m at the end of my rope here!” You stand up and grab a forgotten plastic bag that fell off your desk in the fashion show fray. “I even tried shopping after work today but I'm not sure what I bought will work.” 

“Sweetie, you should’ve called me earlier. You know I love to go shopping!” He pouts prettily. “Especially when I have a particularly cute doll to dress up.” 

“I know, Asmo,” you hold his hands, “but I’m trying not to break the bank! I can't say no to you and you have very expensive taste. Can you help me now?” 

He looks at the shopping bag, then at the pile of clothes on the floor. “You want me to work with this?” He turns his nose up at a white button-up shirt with large glitter stars covering one side. “I don’t know, darling, I have a vision for you and this… just isn’t it.”

“I don't have a lot of time, the party is in like 2 hours.” You clasp his hands in yours and make a pleading gesture. “Whatever you can do, I would really, really appreciate it.” 

He thinks for a moment, then he looks back at you. You see him recoil (only a little) before he makes a decision. “Okay, sweetie, but we really gotta fix…” He gestures to your face, “this, first.”

Normally, you might be offended by his brashness but you saw yourself in the mirror. 

You know. 

You release his hands and gesture to your makeup sitting on the desk. Asmo tsks at you and holds you by your shoulders, prompting you to lift from your seat. You let him guide you to your bed where he sits you down. You give him a questioning look.

“Better lighting, dear,” he gestures to the lamp by your bed. 

You squint at him and he smiles innocently while his eyes sparkle with mischief. You're walking right into a trap and you know it but sometimes it's better to just play along — especially considering you’re the one that really needs his help right now. 

You roll your eyes as he steps back to look at your face — obscured by the lamplight shining behind you. 

“Hmmm,” he pauses to consider for a moment, as if this wasn’t his plan all along. “Looks like you’re going to have to lay down for me, darling,” he puts both his hands on your shoulders again and gently pushes you to lie on the bed. 

You stare up at him and his eyes never leave yours. 

Your face is now fully illuminated by the lamp. 

Asmo smiles, a gentle smile that softens the rest of his features. He brushes the hair out of your face and says, “Let me just get my tools, I'll be right back.” 

It’s the way he said those words that sends a shiver down your spine. 

You stare at the ceiling as Asmo walks over to your desk. As he rifles through your meager makeup collection, you hear him mutter vaguely insulting things under his breath. He gathers up what he’ll need to fix up the mess you made and returns to your bed. 

He tells you to scoot over and you make room for him. 

What you don't expect is for him to hitch a leg over your hip and straddle your middle — and yet he does exactly that. You make a surprised “EEP” and feel your face heat up at the contact. 

“I get a better angle this way, honey,” Asmo looks down at you, smiling mischievously. 

He pulls out a makeup remover wipe and gingerly rubs your eyes clean. You swallow thickly as he leans forward, resting his forearm against your shoulder, enough pressure to know it's there but not so much that it'll start hurting. His touch on your face is so gentle, you wonder if the eyeliner is even coming off, but the black stain on the wipe confirms it must have. 

“There,” he sits up and you open your eyes, “now I have a fresh canvas to work with.” He uses two fingers to hold your chin while he pushes your head back and forth to get a better look at you, your cheeks still red hot from the position you have somehow managed to get yourself into. 

“Mmm, what a lovely color your face is,” he leans in again, real close, so close you can feel his breath fanning over your face. “I should make a blush shade this exact color and name it after you.” His featherlight fingers caress your cheek as your heart flutters wildly in your ribcage. You're sure he feels it, too, with how close you are. 

“Asmo, I think—” Wow, that came out higher than you thought it would. His smile widens. You clear your throat and try to control your wavering voice, “Asmo, I think we’re getting a little distracted here…” You close your eyes and try to steady your breath. 

You can hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice as he says, “You asked me for my help, darling.” Then, you hear a small container open and feel a soft brush touch your closed eyelid, “I’m helping.” 

He continues to work his magic in content silence, which you are grateful for. You don't think you would be able to keep up a conversation while the Avatar of Lust is literally sitting in your lap. You just follow his instructions and do as he says and when he’s finally satisfied with the results, he presents the mirror in front of you. 

You gasp. 

The difference is night and day. Whatever it was you were trying to create doesn’t hold a candle to Asmo’s handiwork. It's subtle but beautiful, with natural shades highlighting your skin tone, a thin sharp wing and glittering gold accents. It's simple yet stunning. He even does a full face that matches your taste.

You're speechless. 

“Asmo…” 

“I know, honey. You don't have to say anything,” he gracefully lifts himself off of you and pulls you off the bed. 

“Now,” he says as you continue to admire your reflection, “let's do something about this outfit business. Since an emergency shopping trip is out of the question,” he makes a predatory circle around you, “I guess we’ll just have to make do.” He picks up one of the bags of new stuff you bought and pulls out a white jacket. 

“This does give me an idea,” he mumbles under his breath, “No, I couldn’t possibly.” 

But your interest is piqued. 

“Please, Asmo,” you tear your eyes away from the mirror and look at him, “I'm desperate, I'll beg if I have to!” 

“Oh,” Asmo shudders dramatically, “you know I love to see you on your knees, dove.” 

You sigh and push past the embarrassment, ready to fall to your knees if that's what it takes.

Asmo laughs, a sharp trill — you know he's up to something. 

“Okay, MC,” No nickname — he’s serious. “I would much rather get you a fabulous outfit you can wear whenever you like, but since you say we don’t have time for that, I’m willing to make a deal.” 

A deal with a devil? Sure, you see no problem with that. 

“I’ll use my magic to cast a glamour over you. You and everyone around you will be able to see, touch, even smell the clothes on you. But, it will only last until midnight. And it will come at a price.” 

You swear his eyes are glowing pink right now but after doing some calculations in your head, you determine it’ll be worth whatever price to show up absolutely everyone at this party. 

“Deal,” you hold out your hand. 

Asmo smiles. 

He won. 

“Excellent,” he grabs your hand and pink flames surround it. You smell sulfur. You look back up at him and all you can see are his glowing pink eyes, his wings and horns barely register. 

They pull you in, consume you. You hear him speak but the words sound muffled, like you’re underwater. 

Still holding your hand, you hear him say, “For this, I require… one kiss as payment.” 

You snap back to reality. 

“That’s it? A kiss?” 

And you thought it was gonna be bad. 

You take his hand that you're still holding and plant a kiss on the back of it, with a smug smile on your face. 

His eye twitches ever so slightly and his easy smile strains a little. A hum that sounds like a humorless laugh escapes him. 

It’s game on.

He takes your hand and spins you around — the pink flames return and swallow your vision. Asmo releases you with a flourish and presents a spectral, floating mirror for you to observe and admire his creation. 

You’re wearing a white suit — jacket and pants — with no shirt underneath. The exposed skin shimmers with a gold light. Your shoes are pointy and gold, bringing the edgy glam of the whole outfit full circle. The white garments are so pristine, you know if this wasn’t a glamour, there's no way you would be able to keep it that way the whole night. 

“It’s stunning, Asmo, amazing even!” You nervously touch the sparkling exposed skin of your chest.

Asmo reads your expression like a book. “Is something the matter, love?” 

“Mmmm…” Why are you so hesitant to say something? You cross your arms over your chest. “This is a work party, and I'm pretty sure they’ll take ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service’ very seriously.” 

He lets out an offended scoff. “You want me to just change my vision, darling?” 

You turn to him and pout, sporting your best puppy dog eyes. 

He scowls at you because you both know he can’t say no to you either. “Okay… but it’s going to cost you extra.” 

You grab his hand and bow, bending low to bring your face closer to his hand. You hold it close to your mouth before he says, “And it can’t be in the same place twice!” 

Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. 

You turn his hand around and bring your lips to the soft skin of his inner wrist. You place a gentle kiss there and smile up at him, never breaking eye contact. 

No words leave his mouth but the look in his eyes says, “So, that’s how we’re going to play this then?” 

As soon as you straighten out, a flash of pink presents you with a new outfit in the mirror. This time, your torso is covered by a lacy bustier, just barely giving you a sense of modesty. 

You put your hands on your hips and look at Asmo standing behind you through the mirror, “This is not what I meant. This barely counts as a shirt!” 

He groans in frustration, “You're killing me, beautiful.” 

You walk around to stand behind him and snake your arms around his middle. You kiss the exposed tattoo on his shoulder and say, “I’m sorry.” 

He tilts his head away from you and another pink flash envelops you. He steps aside to reveal your new outfit. This time, you're wearing a lacy high-neck, sleeveless shirt. It's skin tight. It's white. 

And you’re also wearing a black body harness, on top of the shirt but under the jacket. 

You turn to him again. “I can’t be wearing this to a work event!” 

“Hmm, you're right.” He presents his neck to you and closes his eyes. You roll yours and plant a quick peck on his neck.

He doesn't try to hide the disappointment on his face. He turns you around again, pink flames taking you once again.  

This time the lace shirt is black. 

But you’re still wearing the harness. 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“But darling, the edge! I need something to tell the world you’re not one to mess with…” 

You turn him once more and grab his face roughly with both hands. He looks a little startled but when he searches your eyes, he finds fading frustration. No tricks, only sincerity. 

You smile gently. 

“I trust you.” 

You turn his face to the side and press a soft, lingering kiss to the side of his face, close to the corner of his mouth. You see a slight blush creep across his pretty face before the pink flames take you once again. 

You face yourself in the mirror as Asmo stands behind you. His compromise on the body harness is an elaborate gold body chain. It’s so intricate, you wonder how you would get into it if it wasn’t glamoured onto you. 

“It’s perfect!” You smile at him big, first in the mirror, then you turn your head to look at him in person. 

He smiles down at you and tucks a finger under your chin. “You’re perfect.” 

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You throw your arms around his neck and hold him tight, “Thank you so much!” 

“Knock them dead, darling. And remember: the glamour is gone by midnight,” he pulls back to look at you, the devilish glint in his eyes returning, “So you better be back here before then…”

Your outfit is a hit! You have a lot of fun showing off and dazzling everyone who even catches a glimpse of you. However, as you make merry and enjoy the party, Asmodeus’s final words to you bounce around your skull for the rest of your night… 

“I’ll be waiting for you.”