#i hope it didn't come across as mean or something

[sysmedsaresexist]

Changing mindsets, from a Real Anti Endo™️

The Release of the (Pro/Endo) Golden Goose

I hope everyone from all sides will give this important, heartfelt post a read.

It's likely something you'll want to be aware of if you have a vested interest in syscourse and the validity of endogenic systems. Please give this a chance.

It's been almost three years since I started my blogs. Wow. I've been on tumblr a hell of a lot longer, but I really wasn't involved in the system community. I started out firm and loud. I probably inadvertently fakeclaimed (I went into this with the rule that I would NOT directly tell anyone they were faking, it was a boundary that I knew would ruin me socially if I crossed it, but I'm sure I probably did without meaning to), I name called and made fun of people and things. I was disrespectful to people. I invaded tags to get my message out there, though I was quick to stop once I realized I was making the tags unusable for the community I claimed to want to protect.

I learned very quickly what was appropriate and what wasn't, what I could get away with and what I couldn't. It started to become a numbers game, influenced by the risk of the post.

I made a lot of friends and a lot of enemies, and I amassed a following of over 2k. More people have come and gone from my little community than I ever thought possible. People made fanart of me, and I cherish those so deeply. I have over 300 asks because I struggle to delete the ones thanking me.

And the more I was thanked, the nicer I got, the more thanks, the nicer I got, rinse and repeat until I had trouble NOT empathizing with pro/endos. The more I was willing to listen, the more legitimate sources I came across that disproved my original ideas about consciousness. The people sharing the sources were more respectful than I thought they'd be. Things were starting to look a bit cloudy.

I talked to my colleagues about how they, as therapists, would handle some of these endos in their practice, and while their belief in the concept varied, kindness and attempts to understand was the consistent answer. When had I lost that kindness and understanding that had driven me to that field to begin with?

Colleagues, yes. For those who don't know, I have a degree in social services and counselling (plus three other degrees). It's why the current situation with the antis turning on me is so funny. I still can't get into the mindset of some of these new anti endos, I just can't imagine justifying that level of cruelty. I had lines that I wouldn't cross, and I didn't think people could be worse than me.

... That might have been a trauma thing, looking back on it.

So I got desperate.

I spoke to the actual doctors who wrote some of these papers all of us are quoting. Everyone was arguing the meaning of the words, so I went directly to the source.

Dr Colin Ross, who wrote about endogenous multiplicity in the 80s. I told him everything-- about plurals, non-traumagenic systems, syscourse, what was being debated, how I and others interpreted his words, and what I wanted to learn.

Was plurality only trauma based?

And back and forth and back and forth we went, with me asking over and over again in different ways, NEEDING to hear that it was.

But I never got that answer. He meant what he meant. He said what he said and he meant it.

That plurality was not only found in the aftermath of trauma.

And I said nothing to anyone because I couldn't reconcile it.

Don't try to read between the lines, I assure you, there isn't some hidden meaning to be found there. I can't share all of the messages because some contained personal information, but my final response will tell you all you need to know.

(It did NOT, in fact, make sense, and it took me three years to "rethink my paper" that endogenic plurality wasn't possible, I did not win that conversation, it was a dying stance that was not supported)

I've been accused of paying too much attention to my follower count, but I can't really help it. It's really scary when you make a post and see a sizeable drop. It means a lot of different things. My posts have less reach and support. I've upset people. I've done something wrong. My community is leaving me.

I'm in a weird spot, where I'm blocked by so much of the pro/endo community that I have nothing to join, and the anti endo community, who I still wholeheartedly support, continues to leave me for -checks smudged writing on hand- being too nice??

Misinformation about DID is a massive problem, and it's why I still consider myself anti endo and support that community. I relate to them in such a way that I'll always gravitate to and empathize with them.

Or at least, that's what I thought.

At this point, though, how can I not be pro/endo when Colin fucking Ross says it's possible?

I've already written about how I'm really struggling with these labels, and I love the people that have stuck around while I struggle to figure this out.

I hurt when I see the people that once supported me leave.

My (online) world is shrinking. Literally.

That's scary.

When you've watched so many turn away, you start to wonder, with every post, where is the line where the rest are going to leave? Is it this post?

I just want to be me, us, we want to laugh at the stupid crap people say, system or not, I want to talk about my disorder, I want to combat misinformation, I want to have productive, fun conversations about ideas and concepts with people who disagree and have different interpretations. I want to play devil's advocate and get people thinking. I want to be able to comment positivity and kindness on any post I see, I want to feel comfortable talking to more people about their ideas. I sympathize with anti endos, I relate to CDD systems, I still firmly believe that CDDs and plurality are different, unrelated concepts.

My priority will always and forever be the CDD community first and foremost.

However, I am a hypocrite. I have gone straight to the horse's mouth and failed. I've seen so much research that I finally get it. I'm grappling with holding on to this conversation with Dr Ross, wondering what harm I could have prevented if I'd gone public with these emails earlier.

Since when has being open to change been a bad thing?

Since when has showing respect to lived experiences been a bad thing?

What am I? What label describes this?

How do I go forward from here?

What are you going to do with this information?

I promise you, hate isn't the way forward.

[chaengluva]

hiii what about a regina x reader where they were childhood best friends but reader moves away. but reader moves back and goes to north shore and unfortunately sees regina acting like a bitch to someone and feels disgusted that regina turned out that way. happy ending though if that’s possible😭 idk if that makes sense😭

Childhood

Regina x Fem!Reader

I published this on wattpad ages ago and completely forgot about the request, IM SO SORRY.

I don’t know if i wrote this the exact way you wanted, so i tried my best, let me know if you want a part two.

Warnings: Mention of bullying, slight angst, nothing much more

You stare out your bedroom window, looking at the driveway of the house across the road. You begin to get bored as you have been waiting for the past hour for your best friend to come back. She had been gone for weeks, and you miss her so much. You spend every day together, talking, playing, and walking to school together (with your parents, of course).

That wasn't the point; the point was that you missed your best friend and were sick of waiting. "Mommy!" You whine, crawling downstairs to see your mom, cleaning up the kitchen. "Mommy, when is she coming back?" You ask, tugging at your mom's shirt. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; I don't know. But I'm sure she'll be back soon," your mom replies, giving you a reassuring smile. You sigh, feeling a mixture of impatience and excitement at the thought of finally reuniting with your best friend after what felt like an eternity. 

You decide to go back to your room and continue waiting, hoping that she'll come back any minute now.

Regina's family had left for a road trip a few weeks ago, and when you called her on your mom's phone last night, she said she would be back for your birthday, but it was 11 a.m. and she wasn't there, and your party is at 1 p.m. 

You start to feel a pang of worry creep up inside you. What if something had happened on their trip? What if Regina couldn't make it back in time for your birthday party? You try to push these negative thoughts out of your mind, reminding yourself that Regina is a reliable and responsible person.

As the minutes tick by, you can't help but keep checking the clock, hoping to see her familiar face walk through the front door any moment now.

Meanwhile, Regina and her family are in the car.

"Mom! Are we there yet?" Regina whined, asking the same question for the hundredth time. Regina reserved the same answer: "Not yet, baby." Her mom said it with a frown. Regina's heart sank as she glanced at the time on her phone, realising just how late they were running.

She couldn't shake the guilt of potentially missing her friend's birthday party. Her mom exchanged a worried glance with her dad, silently hoping they would make it in time. Regina tried to distract herself by imagining the smile on her friend's face when she finally arrived, but the sinking feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Mom! It's Y/N's birthday! She was there for my 8th birthday." Regina pleaded with tears falling down her eyes; she then felt the car come to a stop and say, "We are here." Regina's mom said. Regina happily jumped out of the car, running up to your house and knocking on the door. She didn't stop knocking until the door was opened.

"Regina!" An equally happy you on the other side of the door said excitedly, bringing the blonde inside and giving her a hug. The two of you stayed in the hug for a while; you missed each other so much. Your mom walked in when she heard the two of you planning to talk with Regina's mom. When she walked past Regina, her eyes went wide.

"Regina? Have you gotten taller again?" The young girl's face went red, and her eyes looked at the floor. "Mom! Don't say that!" you exclaimed. "It's okay, Y/N. I mean, you are short, and you will always be short, so I will always protect you." Regina reminds me, with a smile on her face.

The two of you rush up to your room. You jump on the bed, and Regina does the same after you. "Happy birthday," Regina said, pulling out a gift bag. You gasp, grabbing the bag and opening it. Inside was a jelly cat bunny and a matching necklace to the one Regina was wearing. "Put it on me!" you say, and she smiles, putting it on you.

The people at the party started to come over. You had an amazing time, opened a lot of gifts, and ate a lot of cake. It was now 6 p.m., and everyone had left except for Regina and her mom. You and Regina were currently sitting on the couch, your heads in her lap, watching for Nemo.

"Regina! Y/n, Can you two come here?" You heard your mom's voice yell from the kitchen. You and Regina raced to the kitchen, smiling when they saw both your moms talking, but they didn't look happy.

"Can you please sit down?" Your mom asks, and you cluelessly both sit down next to each other, facing them. There was a small moment of silence before your mom spoke up, "Y/n, baby, I have some news." Your mom said quietly, and you listened closely, waiting for her to say something.

"We are moving tomorrow," she says.

You feel your heart break; you didn't want to be away from Regina; she was your best friend, and you couldn't survive without seeing her every day. "Houses? Schools? Or": You ask, tears starting to form. "Both, and states," your mom says. You look down and play with your figures, so annoyed with how she didn't tell you earlier.

The whole move happened so fast, and before you knew it, you were standing outside your house with your things backed away, holding the stuffed animal that Regina got you, and wearing the necklace.

She pulled you in for a hug. You stayed in her arms and cried. You didn't stop holding her until your mom said it was time to go. "We will see each other one day." Regina recalled, You nodded, walking into the car and saying goodbye, which could be for the last time.

~

Present Time

And you were moving back to your old state. The move to New York was good but your dad lost his job, he got a new one back where you used to live. You were slightly nervous that you would bump into people that you used to be friends with, mainly Regina.

You were nervous as you looked at your new school, moving into a new school in senior year was interesting but you couldn't really do anything about it. You walk inside the school and immediately feel out of place, like you don't belong.

You walk inside into a classroom that you think is your home room and the first thing you see is a girl dressed in all black, sitting on a table, with her feet up on an empty table beside her, you look at her for a second and you gasp when you realise who it is.

You walk up to her with a smile on your face, "Regina! Oh my god! It's been so long!" You exclaim, moving to sit next to her, she rolls her eyes at you, not moving her feet from the desk you were sitting at.

"Do I know you?" She asks, voice bitter, not sweet and caring like you remembered, "Yeah, we used to be friends-" you start but she cuts you off, "First off all, It was a rhetorical question, dumbass, second of all, I would never be friends with you." You frown at her words and get up and move from the desk, you were worried that you had mistaken her for someone else.

You later found out that it was Regina, you found out that she was a bitch, she was a bully and treated the whole school like shit.

But that was your old best friend and you were going to prove it to her, and you knew exactly how to do it.

It was lunch time and you walked into the cafeteria, you walked past everyone and they stared at you as you walked to the plastics table.

Regina started up at you as she felt your presence, she was about to tell you to fuck off but you beat her to it, you throw the necklace that she got you 9 years ago, for your birthday and she looked at it for a few seconds before she finally realised who you were. She stood up and grabbed your hand.

"Y/n." She whispered. 

[notsunnyowo]

Iᖴ YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗷEᗩT TᕼEᗰ - ᒍOIᑎ 'Eᗰ

ᑭᗩᖇT 2

Part 1

Summary: After experiencing the thrill of being flustered for the first time - Satoru Gojo decides he needs to feel it again

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 631

Satoru Gojo was on a mission.

Get the pretty new girl in his class to flirt back with him.

Ever since getting a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the flirting game, Satoru was hooked.

He desperately needed to feel the same emotions the new girl had somehow managed to stir within him.

And he was going to get what he wanted.

He always did.

And so- That's how his 'mission' started.

After that fateful day in your classroom, Satoru stepped up his game. He was a determined young fella. One that, when he set his mind to something, did everything in his power to obtain his goal.

Yet despite Satoru's persistence, you didn't seem to be doing what he was hoping for so desperately. That, however, didn't necessarily mean that his actions weren't getting to you. You hadn't even realized it when you started to actually enjoy his flirting attempts.

"Oh? What's this?" Satoru chirped, large frame shifting as he looked down at you. "You, giving me the time of day?" He grinned. Earlier that day, Satoru had come to you with another cheezy pick-up line and you'd actually giggled at it. To say that the young sorcerer was ecstatic would be an understatement. He was on cloud nine. "What's changed?" He cooed, tone dropping an octave as he continued. "Finally admit I'm hot as hell?~" Looking back at him, you tried to hold your serious expression, you really did, but there was something about the way Satoru had you practically pinned against the wall made your expression falter. You could feel the rosy blush slowly climbing up your neck, threatening to tint your checks with its vibrant rosy color. "You wish." Your reply was short, for you feared that if you were to continue speaking Gojo might notice the falter in your voice. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart thumped faster with each passing moment you spent so close to him. Letting out an amused chuckle Satoru teased. "You're such a bad liar, sweetcheeks." Gently raising a hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him he continued. "You know I've been trying to date you for how long..? -Think it's been around six months." He said referring to somewhere in the beginning of the school year. "And yet, you're still givin' me the cold shoulder." God he was so close. Way too close. "What's a guy gotta do to get a date with you huh?" His words were so smooth, rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. You'd think they were some rehearsed lines for a romance movie. As your eyes met with his, you could feel the way your body reacted to him. The way goosebumps traveled across your torso to your arms, not to mention the way heat rushed to your cheeks. Fuck it. "That's what you want?" You asked, shooing his hand away from your face. "Fine then. You can take me out on a date this weekend." Did he hear that right? Did you really just agree to go out on a date with him? And that easily?? There it was again. That familiar warm feeling in his chest. Satoru looked back at you, his checks involuntarily turning a soft shade of pink. If you only knew the things you did to him. "Pick you up at seven, sweetcheeks." Quickly composing himself the young man took a step back from you. And with that he left, mostly because Satoru wasn't sure how much longer he could hold his excitement in him and not let it show. Meanwhile you were left there staring at his retreating form, with an amused smile on your lips. "Let's see what you've got, Satoru Gojo."

Author Note:

Wrote this while I was supposed to be sleeping so it might not be the best-

Regardless I hope you had fun reading! :)

[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

Friends who Smash Together Stay Together

Pairing: Suguru x female!Reader

Warning: NSFW, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), little bit of anal fingering

Word count: 2.6k

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You couldn't sleep. The throb between your thighs just wouldn't stop despite cumming 3 times already.

You sighed in frustration and rolled over, grabbing your phone and opening your messaging app.

You up?

You hope he's awake, you were fucking insatiable and none of these stupid toys were doing anything for you.

Not even a minute later you get a response.

Yeah what's up?

I’m horny plz send help.

LOL I was worried something happened. You really just sent me a you up text bc you're horny 😂

Yeah and? Are you gonna come help or not 😤

I'll be there in 10

You sigh, throwing your phone to the side and draping your arm across your eyes. The pounding between your legs only grew stronger knowing Suguru was on his way. He always left you satisfied, knowing exactly what you liked.

Some people thought your relationship was a bit strange. You guys were best friends, but you also more than occasionally fucked when the mood struck. You had both been in relationships before and hooked up with other people plenty of times. Hell, you helped each other make your tinder profiles. Sex was just something you guys did. It didn't make the friendship awkward and nobody was catching feelings. You guys had this friends with benefits situation going for a while.

It started at the beginning of college when you both had just broken up with your high school sweethearts. You were consoling each other, lamenting in your shared heartbreak, when Suguru suggested the best way to get over someone was to fuck someone else. You both started making tinder profiles, helping each other to pick out the best pictures. The next night was a huge party for the new freshman, and you both decided to go with the aim of getting laid.

Cut to the party and nobody was catching either of your guy’s eyes. It was hard to find someone new when you both still felt the pangs of your previous relationship. That was when you suggested having sex with each other, to break the ice. Suguru’s eyes went wide at your suggestion, but he agreed. It wouldn't turn into anything, you both said beforehand. And next thing you knew you were making out with your best friend in a spare bedroom. He kissed you in a way your ex never did, slipping his tongue into your mouth and playing with yours so expertly, deftly fingering you while rubbing your clit until you came on his fingers, and then rolling a condom over his impressive length before sliding into you and having you shatter around him, hands fisting his long hair as your back arched off the bed.

You both laid there afterwards, trying to gauge if it was awkward now. Suguru spoke up first.

“Well shit. Now I'm too tired to fuck anyone else.”

You started laughing because you felt the same way.

“I was thinking the same thing. Wanna leave and go get something to eat? I'm hungry now.”

“Yeah I'm starving. I don't know why you're hungry though you just laid there.” He teased.

You scoffed, “You took the lead what was I supposed to do?! I also don't know what you like and missionary is a safe position.”

“Hm. Fair. You can't go wrong though. Cowgirl, missionary, doggy, reverse. It's all good.”

“Hmph. Maybe for you. I didn't like cowgirl with my ex. It didn't do anything for me.”

“Yeah I mean he probably just laid there, right? A real man knows to rub her clit, play with her tits, spank her, praise her.” He was gesturing with his hands over his lap to demonstrate each one.

You felt your pussy throb again at the thought. Your ex really didn't do any of that. Your train of thought was cut off by your stomach growling, causing you both to laugh.

“All right come on let's eat."

Such was one of those nights. It was 3am and nothing you did to get yourself off left you satisfied. It was too much work to try and find someone on tinder, and nights like these you needed someone who knew what you liked.

After that night, you two would randomly hook up at parties if you didn't find anyone you liked. Things obviously stopped if either of you were in relationships, but so far none of them worked out.

Soon, the random party hook ups turned into just random hook ups when either of you were horny but didn't feel like experimenting with someone on tinder.

“Your knight in shining latex has arrived.” Suguru teased when you opened the door.

It wasn't long before your doorbell rang and you got up to answer it, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.

You rolled your eyes and moved to let him in, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Room. Now.” Was all you said.

“Ooh someone's impatient. I don't even get a hello.”

But he made his way to your room where he was greeted by your numerous sex toys splayed out around your bed.

“Ah, I see. One of those nights.” As he turned around, you kissed him. Hard. Pushing him back onto the bed and climbing over him. You moaned into him as his hands ran down to your ass and his tongue poked into your mouth.

You broke the kiss to start undoing his pants and he got to work pulling his shirt off.

He was already hard as his dick sprung out of his boxers, hitting his stomach. Your mouth salivated. He had a beautiful cock. So girthy and long and veiny. You immediately took it into your mouth, swallowing his whole length until your lips touched his pubes.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned, running his hands through your hair.

You bobbed your head on him, cunt clenching and unclenching around nothing. Fuck you needed him in you.

After a few more sucks you detached your mouth from him and stood up, taking off your shirt.

“I have condoms in my pant pocket.” He said.

But you were already tearing open a wrapper, having grabbed one from your nightstand before he showed up.

He breathed out as you rolled it over his length and climbed on top of him.

“Hm? I thought you didn't like cowgirl” he raised a brow.

“Don't care. Just need you.”

His surprised face soon turned into one of pleasure as you easily sank down onto him, moaning at how he filled you in a way your toys couldn't.

You took a second to relish in the fullness before you started moving, bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Oh fuck this is hot.” Suguru groaned, hands squeezing your ass and feeling the reverb every time you came down.

He watched as your tits bounced, desperate to put one in his mouth but not wanting to disrupt your flow, especially as you moaned loudly, switching from bouncing to grinding on him. The way your body moved was mesmerizing, face scrunched up in pleasure as he watched a ring of white coat the base of his dick.

It felt so good, but you needed a little more. As if reading your mind, one of Suguru's hands moved to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles with his thumb just how you liked it.

“Oh fuck, Suguru, that's it. Yes keep doing that fuck.” you whined.

You could feel your legs burning from the exertion and your rhythm started stuttering.

“Come on, you can do it. Keep going. Just like that. You're doing so fucking good.” Suguru said, slapping your ass at the end.

His praise spurred you on and you continued riding him with renewed vigor, climbing towards you orgasm as that familiar feeling started swelling in you.

“Oh fuck Suguru I'm close.” You moaned.

His thumb continued rubbing your clit. He could feel his own orgasm approaching. You looked so good bouncing on his cock and you moaned so loudly with nothing to muffle you. It was pure bliss.

After a few more bounces, you came, your hips bucking over him, grinding on his pelvis in time with each wave that washed over you.

You were moaning so loud but you couldn't help it. The pleasure extending to every nerve as you creamed on his dick, pussy milking him while he tried to help you ride out your orgasm.

You panted as you slowly came down from it, stabilizing yourself by laying your hands on his chest.

Your legs were sore and sweat ran between your breasts. What a workout.

As you caught your breath, you felt Suguru start to flex his hips into you, causing you to sigh at the little tinges of pleasure it was causing.

“Did you not finish?” You asked.

“Not yet. I held back.”

“Why?”

“So I could do this.”

Next thing you know he's sitting up and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting at it. He moved to the other one, licking at the sweat between them before he repeated his actions.

You could feel him still hard in you, but your legs were so sore and stiff, you weren't sure you could keep going, and you said as much.

“That's okay. You don't need to do anything.”

And Suguru tipped you both back, keeping your nipple in his mouth as he bent his legs and started fucking up into you.

You moaned, he was hitting a different spot than earlier and it felt so good. The extra stimulation of having his lips around your nipples added to the pleasure.

“Fuck. Do you think you can cum like this again?” Suguru asked.

“Yeah I think so, oh god.” You groaned in response, hand moving down to play with your clit again.

Suguru continued sucking on your nipples, trying his best to keep his orgasm at bay to give you another one, but the sound of your moans and skin slapping was making it exceedingly difficult.

“Fuck.” He groaned. He couldn't last much longer. He decided to see if a bit more stimulation would help you and he stuck his middle finger in his mouth, trying to get it as wet as possible.

You looked down at him, “what are you doing?”

“Can I stick my finger in your ass? It might help you finish.”

You could feel yourself teetering on the precipice of cumming, so you agreed. You usually liked anal play and this seemed like it would be a good position for it.

Before long you felt his hand reaching around your ass, poking at your entrance before sliding in barely an inch.

You moaned loudly. It was just what you needed, the added pleasure pushed you over the edge and you were once again clenching and spasming around your best friend's cock, almost screaming into his chest as he fucked you through it.

“Fuck I'm cumming. Fuck fuck.” Suguru moaned as his hips stuttered and slammed into you a few more times before stilling.

He sighed as he gently took his finger out of you and let his ass rest on the bed.

You both took a couple minutes to catch your breath and come down from your orgasms.

God, you had never enjoyed being on top this much. It usually wasn't this good.

Either way, Suguru was able to satiate the desire that your toys couldn't even put a dent in. You rolled off of him and you both groaned, him at his oversensitive, soft dick falling out of you and you at the soreness in your legs.

You were the first to speak up, “I'm starving.”

Suguru laughed, “Same.”

You looked over at him and he looked at you.

“You barely did anything! I was the one doing all the work up there.” You complained.

“Tch I was putting in a good effort there at the end. I even gave you another orgasm.”

“Hmph” you crossed your arms.

He rolled his eyes before getting up and taking the condom off to throw it in the trash.

“You good now?” He asked, looking at your fucked out form.

You laughed, “yeah that was much needed thank you.”

“Anytime.” He winked and you rolled your eyes, smiling.

“Do you mind if I crash here? It's kinda late and I don't feel like going home.”

“Oh yeah sure. I can get the couch setup for you.”

“Cool. I'm also gonna raid your fridge real quick.”

He made his way to your kitchen, washing his hands at the sink. But it wasn't long before he was complaining that you didn't have any food.

“We can order delivery from that 24hr diner.” You suggested.

He groaned, “yeah all right let's do that.”

You typed in your order and then handed your phone to him. As he figured out what he wanted you setup your switch.

“Whatcha doin?” He asked, walking over to give you your phone back. The order said it would be delivered in about 45 minutes.

“I figured we could pass the time with a little bit of super smash bros while we wait for our food.” You give a mischievous grin.

He returns it, “I'm always game to kick your ass.”

“We'll see about that!”

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You stayed up all night playing smash bros. It wasn't until the sky started to lighten and the birds began chirping that you even realized how much time had passed, empty food containers scattered on the table.

“Shit. We have class in 2 hours.” Suguru said.

“Well we can't end on a tie. One more then we call it.”

He grinned, “let's go.”

The last round went into sudden death, and Suguru ended up getting a hit in first, claiming victory.

You threw down the controller on your couch, “goddamn it!!!” You yelled while Suguru laughed. “I want a rematch that doesn't count!”

Suguru continued laughing but grabbed your discarded controller, holding it out of reach when you tried getting it back.

“Absolutely not, we need to sleep. Maybe I'll let you challenge the champion again another time.” He teased.

You stopped trying to take back your controller and rolled your eyes, he was always so cocky but despite the feigned annoyance you found it endearing.

“Fine, I'm only agreeing because it is late, er early, and we have class. I'll grab your blankets.”

A few moments later you came out to a clean table and Suguru reconnecting your controllers to the charger.

“Here ya go.” You said, tossing him the blankets and pillow.

He caught them easily, “Cool, thanks.”

“Mhmm. Night.” You gave a wave of your hand as you turned to retreat to your room.

“G’night.” He responded, getting cozy on the couch.

You closed your door and flopped down onto your bed, you were only gonna get an hour of sleep. This was gonna be more like a nap than anything else. You also didn't even feel that tired. If anything, you were riled up from your loss.

You sighed and grabbed your phone, seeing a text message.

You still up?

You laughed and got up to open your door, seeing Suguru grinning at you.

“Wanna skip class and just keep playing?”

“Fuck yes. You're going down this time.” you grinned back, walking out of your room.

“Pfft yeah we'll see about that.”

Suguru tossed you the controller you were using earlier, turning on your switch.

“Loser buys breakfast.” you said.

He laughs, “You're on.”

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You both end up falling asleep before a winner could be decided, curled up on the couch together as the sun came up.

[fandomnerd9602]

Unexpected

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Wanda was hyperventilating. Positive. They all read positive. Not one but three positive tests. Wanda didn’t know if she was on cloud nine or scared beyond all possibilities.

You were her neighbor and secret boyfriend. The boys had weekends with their father and Wanda’s ex husband. Luckily the boys were with him today.

Wanda fell for you after the kindness that you showed her and the boys as they were settling in. You loved the boys like they were your own. You played with them whatever they wanted to. You taught them everything that her ex wouldn't. You were more of a loving father for the first year than their birth father. Would that love change now that she was pregnant with your baby?

She had to tell you. It was your baby after all. Wanda's nerves were on edge. What if you didn't want to be a parent? What if you would abandon her? What if you were...all of these negative thoughts filled her mind as she walked out of her house and across the street of her humble little cul-de-sac to your humble abode.

She knocked on your door and gently pushed a couple stray hairs back into place. The familiar bark of a small terrier dog filled the air.

You opened the door and smiled, "hello neighbor"

"HI" she smiled at you, "we need to talk."

You lead her into your living room and began your little ritual you had every time she came over. You went to the kitchen and after a few minutes, you came back with favorite tea. Wanda kept the pregnancy test in her purse, her fingers lightly tapping the faint outline of it thru the fabric lining.

You came back in with a smile and two mugs of tea. "So..." you inquired with a smile, "the boys over at Vis'?"

"Yes" she answered matter of factly

"I-I know we're still learning about us and all" you tried to say, "And I love being with you and the boys. I know it hasn't been long but-"

"I need to tell you something," Wanda stated, she bit her lip. She didn't exactly mean for it to come across so demanding.

"Is everything alright, Wanda?" you set down your mug and gently take her hand.

"Please don't be mad at me" she whispered.

"Why would I-?" you tried to ask only for her to reach into her purse and pull out the positive pregnancy test.

"It's yours" she whispered, trying to hide her face. Maybe it was a bit of shame or maybe embarrassment. "I-I want to keep the baby"

You looked to her in shock. You could feel your eyes blurring from the tears.

"I just hope that you could still love me. and the boys...and our baby" Wanda looked to you, tears forming in her eyes.

"I love you. So much." you whispered before wrapping her in a hug and pulling her in as tight as you could. You could feel an overwhelming sense of joy building in you. "Oh Wanda! A baby?! I'm gonna be a Daddy?!"

Wanda couldn't help but laugh. This was better than any reaction she had thought of. "Yes." she nods passionately before hugging you tight again.

"I wanna be there for you. and our baby. and the boys of course. I know it wasn't planned or anything but I'm just so happy and..." you rambled on. Wanda was so relieved and finding another reason to love you even more.

She silenced you with a kiss. You gently kissed her back before leaning down and kissing her belly.

"Hey baby" you whispered to her still flat belly, "it's Daddy. And I'm already so in love with you"

Wanda gently ran her fingers through your hair. You were just perfect for her. The perfect lover. The perfect father for her third baby. The perfect Dad to her twin boys.

It was all unexpected. But sometimes the best things in life are.

Tags @lifespectator @aloneodi @holiday-house-of-m @family-house-of-m @iamnicodemus @russianredassassin @revanshand @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7

[pomefioredove]

hiiii I would like to ask for headcanons for pomefiore when they discover that her s/o fem is actually an angel ~ but mc doesn't behave exactly like one, she is unruly, cheerful and doesn't like to follow orders even so she has this warm aura that radiates ksks I'm sorry if it's a complicated idea, that's all, thanks in advance

since this page is for gender neutral reader only, I'll be writing for that. I use you/yours pronouns so essentially nothing changes :) thank you!

I feel woefully unprepared to tackle the idea of what it means to be an angel, assuming this is the loose pop culture-y definition rather than a specific religious one, I hope I do alright?

summary: angel s/o type of post: headcanons characters: vil, rook, epel additional info: short, romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, established relationship

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

there are two clear, distinct sides to you:

the elegant, radiant, otherworldly one, that of which captured his attention in the first place

and the unruly one which doesn't care to listen to a thing he says

it was, perhaps, your potential that drew Vil to you. after all, he'd never met anyone with such a distinct... glow

...as in, an actual glow

he'd truly never come across such a powerful force of energy, and for a while, he was determined to mold it in his image

obviously, that didn't get him very far

if anything, finding out the truth made him feel a little bit better about his inability to tame you, so to speak

the reality of knowing he'd have to mold to fit you is a daunting one, though perhaps it's you who has a thing or two to teach him about beauty

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

he already knows

"what do you mean he already know?" he already knows

Rook isn't being poetic or figurative when he calls you his ange

from the very first moment he set eyes on you, he knew something was quite different

the sort of beauty you possess is one he's never encountered before, something not of this world

it's purely radiant, warm, captivating

of course he has to know more about it

over time, he finds himself enthralled by your personality, as well

it so starkly contrasts your elegant and gentle look, does it not?

you're unruly, upbeat, almost wild, in a sense, which only serves to draw him in further

a mystery he aims to solve

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

okay

so... maybe he's been a little oblivious

he could never quite seem to understand the strange looks and comments Vil and Rook kept making about his s/o, why they continued to stare as if you'd grown two heads

you're pretty, sure, anyone can see that!

it was that sense of grace and warmth that drew Epel closer in the first place

but were you really such a sight that his housewarden (and vice) felt the need to give each other odd looks every time you were in the room together?

it almost made him feel insecure, even though you'd chosen him

besides, Vil was always commenting on how you two were peas in a pod; completely resistant to authority, running wild like animals

so, the big reveal comes as a surprise to him

...but also a relief

and he's honestly pretty okay with it

might be a little intimidated at first, but... it's still you

[tuxibirdie]

【Happy Birthday, Silver!】

┌── •✧• ──┐

“Father, where are we going?”

“I am quite curious as to where you are taking us, Lilia.”

“I’m sure Lilia-sama has something great in mind!”

Lilia chuckled and patted Silver. “Cater showed me this positively delightful little cafe. They have such delicious food, and the atmosphere is most calming. I’ve been wanting to bring all of you over at some point, and what better time than Silver’s birthday?”

“Oh, that sounds nice. I appreciate the sentiment. Thank you for bringing us today, Father.” Silver smiled. Malleus donned a smirk and hummed, “Yes, that does sound quite delightful. I’m looking forward to trying their dishes.” Sebek nodded, “It does sound nice. I hope the food is…” he shuddered, “Good.”

Lilia nodded along, “Yes, yes, I assure you they have delicious food!” He continued to lead the trio, eventually turning a corner. “There it is! Cute, isn’t it?” Lilia pointed to a small building with a striped pink awning and cursive lettering on the window spelling “Stargazer’s Cafe”. As the quartet approached, Malleus noted their outdoor decor. “Oh? Are these orchids? You don’t see blue orchids often,” he marveled. Lilia chirped, “Right? Their flowers are always so nice! Olivier—he’s the owner—tells me they source them from the flower shop right across the street.” He hummed, “I wonder if these flowers have any particular meaning. Anyways, let’s go in! Come, come!” Lilia ushered everyone inside.

“Welcome to Stargazer’s Cafe,” a familiar voice rang out as the quartet entered. Sebek pointed and shouted, “HUMAN!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Eden startled for a moment, before sighing. “First off, it’s ‘Merry’ to you. Second, I work here. Third, don’t yell. You’ll disturb the customers.” Sebek quickly looked around and bristled. “WHA- THERE’S NO ONE ELSE HERE!!!” Eden ignored him and continued, “Anyways. Hi, Lilia! Silver, Malleus. What brings you here?”

“DON’T IGNORE ME????”

“Eden, hi! We’re here to celebrate Silver’s birthday, kee hee hee.”

“Father… Hello Eden. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Greetings, child of man. It’s nice to see you here.”

Eden’s face contorted into surprise. “Wait, it’s your birthday? Hello?? Why didn’t you tell me? I need to get you a gift—” He started looking around frantically, then ducking behind the counter. Silver held a hand up, “Ah, hold on… There’s no need to do that.” Eden popped back up and wagged a finger. “Nuh uh! I have to. It’s the law,” he said as he turned around. “One sec. I think I have something in the back.” Eden disappeared into the back before Silver could respond. “Wait, is it actually the law…?” Silver asked, concerned. Lilia chuckled, “Perhaps it is!” Malleus but a hand to his chin in thought. “How interesting. Human customs are quite strange,” he mused. Sebek stared at the three, debating over telling Silver the truth, but not wanting to risk bursting Malleus’ bubble.

“Aha!” Eden’s voice rang out. “Silver! Close your eyes. I found it,” Eden smiled, reappearing with his hands behind his back. “Alright,” Silver obliged, closing his eyes. As Eden trotted closer, Silver could hear a chuckle from Lilia, a hum of amusement from Malleus, and a… scoff? From Sebek. Silver merely waited for Eden’s surprise, until he felt a gentle touch on his head. “There! You can open your eyes now. Merry Cr—I mean—Happy birthday, Silver!” Eden chirped.

Silver opened his eyes, and huffed out a laugh. “A ribbon?” Eden nodded and put his hands on his hips. “Yep! Now you’re the present! Your existence is a gift to the world!” Eden beamed, turning up the theatrics. “Or something like that,” Eden tittered. “Anyways,” he slid back behind the counter and winked, “What would you like to order? It’s on the house for the birthday boy.”

─── •✧• ───

SILVER BIRTHDAY!!! 👑

yk I was originally just gonna draw silver and nothing else but as you can see that didn't happen LMAO

so here's a fake birthday card <3 it was really fun actually!

└── •✧• ──┘

(no blur + closeups below the cut)

[rahuratna]

The transformation of Nanami Kento, Part 5

In which Nanami-pom takes full advantage of his current condition and makes a new friend ...

The car ride was a lively one, with Ino regaling the first year trio with tales of some of his more risky missions with Nanami.

"Oh yeah, I thought I was a goner that time. The spirit had me trapped under the rubble and there were these metal pipes caging me in. Felt like I was being crushed. And then, suddenly, I heard this noise and everything felt lighter! I looked up, and there he was."

Ino clenched his fist as he told them the story of his first meeting with Nanami. Yuuji leaned forward, enraptured, and even Megumi looked intrigued.

"He pulled the rubble out of the way like it weighed nothing and then he told me to rest because it was 5 pm and my work day was over."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah! I was hella confused, man. So I say, what do you mean? There's still curses to be killed. And he goes ... "

And here Ino deepened his voice, pulling at an imaginary tie and rolling up his sleeves, " ... My name is Nanami Kento. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm now working overtime, so please rest while I complete this task."

Nobara glanced over at Nanami-pom, who was now perched on Megumi's leg, a styrofoam cup of warm milk in the holder beside him and the financial section of the paper laid out on her lap while he read calmly.

Yes, that did sound exactly like him.

The more she thought about it, the more she realised just how well he had adapted. Even now, he was making full use of the advantages this form gave him. She looked down as a small paw touched her arm and sighed as she turned the page of the newspaper for him.

Oh yes. He was taking full advantage.

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The hotel Ijichi had booked them into allowed pets. Yuuji didn't know whether to personally thank Ijichi or feel offended on Nanami's behalf. As they waited in the lobby for Gojo to check them in, someone called over to them.

A group of ladies was seated at one of the lounges, all four of them dressed very fashionably. One lady in particular had a small poodle in a handbag, the perfectly groomed dog dolled up in what looked like a designer outfit. Nobara cringed slightly, but then realised how she looked with Nanami-pom seated on her shoulder with a full miniature business suit on.

"What a cute doggie! Why don't you bring him over here and introduce him to my Peanut?"

Ino and the students froze, eyes flicking around the lobby in desperation. This was the one type of interaction they had hoped to avoid at all costs. The lady was now coming over, bringing 'Peanut' with her.

"Oh, don't be shy. Peanut is very friendly. Here, Peanut, say hi. Oh! Just look at how adorable he is! What a beautiful suit! What's his name?"

"Na - "

Nobara kicked Yuuji's foot.

"Err, Nacho. His name is Nacho."

"Why, hello there Nacho."

She reached across and time seemed to stop as she scratched Nanami-pom behind the ear. Ino's eyes went very wide. Megumi was sweating bullets, as if expecting Nanami-pom to pull out his tiny sword and ruin the lobby.

Instead, the small nose raised into the air with a huff and Nanami-pom tilted his head to the side, as if graciously allowing the woman's attentions. She was rightfully charmed.

"Oh, what poise. Do you enter him for dog shows and competitions?"

"Yes!" Ino all but shouted. "Er, all the time. He's a champion. Very well trained."

"Wow! Do you hear that, little Nacho? Why don't you show Peanut here what you can do? She's so spoilt and refuses to listen to me."

With the air of a dog show veteran, Nanami-pom emitted another put-upon sigh and hopped down from Nobara's shoulder. He looked up at the poodle expectantly. Peanut was considering him with trepidation, as if knowing that something was not quite right with the golden-furred canine that was staring at her with the commanding air of a human. A very intimidating human. She whined slightly before coming slowly over to him.

Nanami-pom raised his paw. Peanut rolled over. He got onto on his hind legs and moved the same paw in an up-and-down motion. Peanut leapt and bobbed on the spot. Nanami-pom placed one paw behind his back. Peanut got into a begging posture. The tiny, commanding paw then shot out horizontally. Peanut got on her back and played dead.

The woman watched in astonishment as Nanami-pom took Peanut through a series of motions, culminating with an elegant handshake. He dusted off his suit, as if concluding business, and jumped lightly back into Nobara's arms. A heavy silence lay over the group. The woman eyed Nanami-pom with the kind of reverence normally reserved for a pop idol or president.

"Wh - what breed is he? I - I've never seen such a - "

"He's a Golden ... Ratio Retriever," Megumi blurted out. "He's from Denmark. Very rare. Even among dogs of this breed, there's a three in seven chance of one as intelligent as ... Nacho being born."

At that moment, Gojo appeared and saved them from further fabrication. Nobara was about to tear Megumi a new one for that breed name. For a boy who exuded a cool and collected aura, he really was an awful liar.

The woman practically begged Gojo to set up a play date with Peanut, which he agreed to with a horrifically cheerful grin. Nanami-pom's eyes narrowed dangerously and the students all breathed heavy sighs of relief when they finally reached their rooms.

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Nobara was situated in an adjoining room to the two boys. None of them felt like turning in immediately, so she plonked herself on Yuuji's bed and opened up the amusement park blueprints that Gojo had provided them with, spreading them out on the covers. The trio took some time to re-familiarize themselves with the layout, before realizing that Nanami-pom was no longer with them.

Looking around they spotted him sitting expectantly next to the small case Ijichi had provided for him. Puzzled, Yuuji went over to the case and opened it.

"Something you need in here, Nanamin?"

Inside, he found a bag with a tiny toothbrush, dog-friendly toothpaste, a comb, a few small vials, a puppy pad and a bottle. Megumi came up behind him and grabbed the supplies.

"I'll handle this. Neither of you know how to look after a ... well. Nanami, come here."

"Well, show us, then," Yuuji huffed.

Megumi beckoned to Nanami-pom, who hopped into his lap and settled comfortably. First, a small amount of toothpaste was applied to the brush and Megumi did a very thorough job of cleaning the tiny, sharp teeth. Next came the brushing. Nanami-pom wore a singularly satisfied look as Megumi brushed and parted the golden hair neatly along his back and head. Some of the conditioning supplements from the vials were then applied to the combed hair. Finally, Megumi placed the puppy pad in the bathroom, with the bottle propped upright in the centre of it.

"What's that for?"

"He can't use the toilet, genius. The bottle acts kind of like a pillar he can do his business against."

Nanami-pom took a moment to place his nose against Megumi's hand in a gesture of thanks before hopping down and entering the bathroom, nudging the door closed with his hind leg. Nobara flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you guys think we'll be able to change him back soon? What if the curse user ... I mean, what if Nanami's ... "

"He won't be like this for much longer," Yuuji said firmly, "We'll find that guy and make him change him back. I'll do whatever it takes."

Megumi was examining the blueprints again.

"This place is pretty big. I think we'll have to split up and form teams to enter the area. Gojo will be with us this time. It's not like the other tests where he wanted to see what we're capable of. He wants to turn Nanami back as soon as possible too."

"I mean, won't things be over really quickly then? The rest of us won't need to do much. The curse user isn't that powerful, right?"

Megumi sighed.

"And look what happened to Nanami. Sure, he was trying to save Yuuji, but even if the curse user's power isn't deadly, it's still debilitating and long lasting. Yuuji said that the beams reflect and bounce unpredictably off surfaces, meaning we can't tell from which direction attacks may come. Even if Gojo's with us, we can't afford to slack off. We're not trying to take him out, it's more of a negotiation to make him turn Nanami back. That's more tricky to pull off."

Nobara hummed thoughtfully.

"You know, this sounds more like a mission  where some stealth may be necessary."

"Stealth?" Yuuji laughed. "No offense, but none of us are really cut out for that."

"You think so?" Nobara grinned. "I can think of one person who can be super sneaky right now."

[crilbyte]

🖤🩶Fallen🩶🖤

~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: You meet with Lucifer only to be propositioned by Val. Not understanding exactly what he's asking of you, you ask Lucifer to show you.

Warnings/promises: 16+, teasing, weird tail stuff, pining, sex talk, jealousy, Val appearance

Lucifer's eyes light up as he sees you, his gaze becoming tender and gentle. "My beloved angel, it's always a pleasure to see you." He takes your hand, a hint of longing in his touch. "How have you been since our last meeting?"

"I've been quite well," you say with a smile. "I picked out a table for us. I remember you said this cafe was the best in hell, didn't you?"

Lucifer smiles, his eyes shining with pure bliss as he lets you lead the way. He pulls out the chair for you and sits down across the table. "Yes, I did say that. And I stand by it, this place has the best coffee and pastries in all of Hell."

"Well I look forward to confirming it," you say with a giggle.

Lucifer chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm sure you will, my dear." He leans forward, his eyes locked onto yours. "But I must admit, I was hoping to have more than just pastries with you today."

"I'm up for anything, you've never led me astray before, Lucifer."

The King of Hell suppressed a laugh. He’d never heard anything like *that* before. Still though, hearing his name on your lips sends pleasurable shivers down his spine.

"My angel," he whispers, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "You always know just what to say to make me happy..."

“I try.” You tilt your head, giving a sweet smile. “I enjoy your company. I don't think I'd trade it for anything. I think you're quickly becoming my favorite person."

Lucifer knows you mean it quite innocently, but it's impossible not to let it get to him. His eyes soften, a tender smile playing at the corners of his lips. "My dear, that is perhaps the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." He leans back in his chair, unable to hide the pleasure your words have brought him.

"Really?" You ask though you believe him wholeheartedly. "That's no good. I'll have to start complimenting you more."

Lucifer laughs, the sound deep and melodic. "You spoil me," he says, shaking his head in mock despair. "But I'm not complaining.~" He reaches out, lifting your hand to his lips for a quick kiss.

You blush, the surprised look on your face the best reward he could have hoped for, before you smile and look away, covering your lips with a curled finger.

Lately, everything seems to be getting to him. Every shared moment, every blush. Lucifer wishes he could have you right here. But he suppresses the thought. You're an angel; and a particularly innocent one at that. He has to remind himself how terrible it would be to compromise you. "Ahem! Well! Uh... would you like me to go and get some coffee and pastries for us?" he asks.

"Oh! Yes, yes. Um. I'll have something milky and sweet, and whatever pastries you think I'll like," you say, waving away your embarrassment. “I trust you.”

Lucifer smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I always have the best intentions when it comes to you, my dear angel." He rises from the couch, adjusting his suit jacket as he heads towards the door. "I'll be back in just a moment."

Lucifer heads inside, picking out different things he's sure you'll like before walking to the cashier. He can see you through the window talking to someone who’d just walked up to the table. At first, the idea makes him smile, happy you're getting comfortable talking to other residents of hell, but then he recognizes who this sinner is.

Valentino.

Lucifer's smile quickly fades, replaced by a furrowed brow as he watches the interaction between you and Val. A rush of possessiveness and anger floods through him. He sees the overlord trying to flirt with you, a tempting smile plastered on his face.

You giggle at whatever the moth man just said, and Lucifer feels a flash of fear mixed with an overwhelming desire to protect you. He swiftly pays for the pastries and coffee, his movements sharp and deliberate. He can feel the intensity of his emotions building, a storm brewing inside him. He wants to rip Valentino away from you, to protect what's his. As he walks out the door he’s now able to hear your conversation.

"No, really! You're absolutely gorgeous, Chiquita!" Val says with a crafty grin.

"Oh, stop," you blush, waving away the compliment. "You're just saying that."

"I assure you I'm not," he says, taking your hand and kissing it. Though unlike Lucifer it’s in far too intimate a manner. "You're quite the specimen. I'm lucky to have found you before someone else did..."

Lucifer stops short at the door, his eyes narrowing. He can hear Valentino's words, the way he speaks to you. The way he touches you. It sends a wave of anger and jealousy coursing through him.

"You wanna get outta here?" Val asks, "My studio is real close by. You seem so much more fresh-faced than all the other sinners down here, it’s simply..." he takes a deep and, honestly, creepy inhale of you, "Intoxicating. I'd love to try and capture it on camera. I'd be sure to compensate you handsomely.”

"I'm sorry, I can't. I'm here with someone," you say with a smile.

"Oh? And who's the lucky soul who has your company this evening...?" he asks just as Lucifer walks up.

The king of Hell's eyes flash with possessiveness at the mention of someone else accompanying you. He steps forward, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist and pulling you close to him, looking at Valentino with a cold, almost challenging gaze. "Me."

Val stands a little straighter, eyes widening. "Well, well, well. Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear," he smiles. "I'll leave you two to your meal then," he says with a bow while one of his four arms flips a business card around, handing it to you. "Give me a call when you're not busy with... other matters," he says, giving the king a look of challenge.

Lucifer's grip on you tightens, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your hip as he watches Valentino walk away. He turns to you with a grimace, his eyes alight with jealousy and desire. "What was he asking you about?" he asks with a weight to his voice.

You light up at the tray of pastries he's set before you, clearly much less upset by your conversation with Val than he is. "Luci, this all looks delicious!"

Lucifer's expression softens as you turn your attention to the food in front of you, his jealousy briefly forgotten. He takes a step closer to you, resting a hand on your lower back. "I think you'll like each one of them," he admits, his voice low and husky.

You begin to pick one up, taking a bite and practically melting at the taste. "This is so good!" You squeeze your fists and wiggle them in joy. For a split second, his happiness returns only to notice the business card still in your hand.

"Ah, right," Lucifer says, reaching over and plucking the card from your grasp. He holds it up between two fingers, his expression contemplative. "Do you plan on calling him?" he asks, watching you with a calculating gaze.

You shrug. "Maybe," you answer, taking another bite of his delectable choices. "He offered me a modeling job! Isn't that neat!? He made it sound quite fun."

Lucifer's expression darkens as you speak, his eyes flashing with indignation. "Did he now?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. He takes the card and slides it into his pocket. The idea of you taking a ‘modeling job’ with Val, the kingpin of porn and sex trafficking in Hell, makes his stomach turn.

"Yes! He said that with my beauty and innocence he could sell me for a whole lot! Apparently, I'd be easy to market." The words escaping you are a nightmare to Lucifer, but you don't seem to understand what it is exactly you've been offered.

"Noooo! Nonononono, nohoho! No.” Lucifer's expression is both defiant and horrified as you speak, his eyes wide from the sheer naivety of what you’re saying. "Do you… do you have any idea what kind of 'modeling job' he's referring to?"

You shrug again, truthfully unaware. "He said I'd pose for pictures and maybe some videos?" You say, tilting your head.

"Videos!?” His heart leaps into his throat. “Okay. Okay, let me explain this to you clearly." Lucifer takes your hands in his, holding them close to his face like a calming talisman. His voice is low, breath hot against your skin as, with a hiss, he enlightens you as to what taking that ‘job’ would mean. "Sweetheart, he's a porn director."

You tilt your head the other direction, inadvertently bringing to mind a confused puppy. He tries to remain focused despite the intense cuteness. "What is that...?"

"That means he makes films, erotic, adult films that are distributed for people to watch," Lucifer says, his face reddening. His thumb rubs your knuckles softly as he tries to explain without being too explicit.

"Erotic?" You ask. "What makes these films 'adult' exactly?" You ask.

"Uh…” he begins to struggle. “Adult films are made for people of a certain age, 18 and above because they showcase explicit sex scenes," Lucifer says, now looking at you with concern.

"I'm not sure I understand..." You say slowly.

Lucifer takes a deep breath. "It means they would um… be intimate on camera, and you could watch them do it."

You raise an eyebrow. "Why would people enjoy watching that?" It's then that he realizes that you truly don't have any idea what he's talking about.

Lucifer blinks, surprised by your question. He bites his lower lip before speaking. "Well people enjoy watching two, or more others, get physically intimate with each other. Watching others… expressing their feelings towards each other can be exciting."

"Oh! I've done that!" You say excitedly.

Lucifer's face suddenly drains of color as you speak. He can't help but feel queasy at the thought of you and a partner getting intimate. He gulps, trying to compose himself before he manages to speak. "Oh? you... you have?"

"Yes! Like this!" You say standing and running around the table towards him.

Lucifer's eyes widen as you suddenly approach. He quickly stands up, not knowing what you're planning. He stumbles backwards as he tries to distance himself from you, but you're already upon him.

You throw my arms around him in a hug before kissing his cheek sweetly. "See?" You say with a sweet smile. "Physical intimacy."

Lucifer's heart races as you throw your arms around him, not expecting the sudden hug. He hesitates a moment before giving into the embrace, wrapping his arms around you too. His face turns bright red as you kiss his cheek and explain that it's physical intimacy. The relief that washes through him is almost palpable. "Oh..."

You can see the stress on his face. "Is that not right?" You ask, slightly worried.

Lucifer shakes his head, trying to suppress his embarrassment. "No... that's right. That is in fact physical intimacy, I understand." He takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself. He still looks a bit flustered but manages to give you a small smile. "But um... that's not the kind he's talking about."

"Oh," you say, slightly disappointed, walking back to your chair. "Then what is he talking about...?"

Lucifer sits back down as well, now feeling even more uncomfortable. "I... he's talking about sex," He says in a low voice, avoiding eye contact with you. "I-I mean, that's what people usually think of when they talk about physical intimacy. Sex…”

"Oh. You mean like for procreation?” You ask. “Why would someone want to watch others procreate…?”

Lucifer is taken aback. “Oh, you’re *innocent* innocent… Have you really never heard of this before?" He asks incredulously.

You shake your head. "Are the videos a good thing?" You ask, before thinking out loud, "Well, if the subject upsets you this much probably not. So then... is it a sin to make them?" You ask instead.

Lucifer chuckles at your question. "No, it's not a sin," He says. "Well, I suppose that depends on your beliefs. But traditionally, sex is seen as a natural part of human relationships. It's all about consent and mutual pleasure."

"Have you done it?" You ask innocently.

Lucifer blushes at your question, unable to maintain eye contact. "Um, well... yes. Yes, I have." He admits, his voice low and hesitant. "I do have a daughter after all.”

“Oh, right! I didn't realize she was created that way, but that makes sense.” You rub your chin before looking back up at Lucifer. “Is that the only time you've done it?”

“N-no. I've… I've had my share of experience,” Lucifer says, getting redder by the second.

"Interesting… so it has another purpose beyond procreation?" You ask, thankfully skipping over the previous answer.

Lucifer takes deep breaths as he composes himself. "Yes, it does," He says, his voice stronger now. "Sex has a biological purpose in reproduction, but it can also be an expression of love and intimacy between two people." He explains, meeting your gaze once more.

“Oh…” Your face grows dark and slightly fearful at the suggestion. "You're speaking on sins of the flesh..." You say in a low tone.

Lucifer's grin falters slightly as he realizes he's touched a nerve. "I apologize if I've offended you," He says quickly, his tone sincere.

"Oh, no!" You hold your hands up between the two of you. "I'm not offended... I just..." You look away, embarrassed. "That's.... that's why you fell from grace... isn't it?"

Lucifer's expression softens as he sees the conflict in your eyes. "Why would you think that," He asks gently. "My falling from grace had more to do with pride and disobedience than it did with sex." He leans closer, his eyes pleading as he reaches a hand across the table.

"It's what we're taught," you answer truthfully. "We younger seraphim are taught the story of your fall. Of how you committed sins of the flesh and we're cast out of heaven for it..."

Lucifer's expression turns grim as you recount what you've been taught. "That is a simplified version of the story," He says softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "Yes, I was cast out of heaven, but not because of sex."

"Then... Why is it such a blacklisted subject?" You question. "We're not even allowed to ask about it..."

The faint smile returns to Lucifer's lips. "Oh, my dear, you have so many questions." He winks playfully at you. "But in all seriousness, sex outside of marriage is seen as a sinful desire in the eyes of heaven."

"But it's not evil?" You ask.

Lucifer chuckles softly at your question. "Of course not," he says, his voice smooth and soothing. "Desire is a natural part of being alive and sex can feel… well… wonderful. It's supposed to feel like being in the presence of God."

“Is it?” You ask, genuinely curious.

Lucifer shrugs. “Pretty close. I mean, you remember when I helped you out when you first got your tail?”

You nod, slightly pink at the memory.

“It's like that, only a little more. Like… that's the preamble to it.” He leans closer to you, locking eyes. "But like all things, it must be used responsibly and with control."

"And you said you've done it for that reason before?" You ask, leaning forward as well.

Lucifer smirks at your interest, his tone low and intimate as he responds. "Yes, I have," he says, his voice dripping with temptation. "But only with those who I love and trust fully."

"Would... would you..." You blush, trying to get the question out.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your question. "Would I what?" he asks with a chuckle, his voice curious. Your cute expression makes him smile.

"Would you... Show me?" You ask, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

You may as well have pulled all the air from Lucifer's lungs. His eyes widen in surprise. "You... you want me to...?" he stutters, in a bit of shock. Suddenly the images and desires he'd been trying to keep locked away were flooding his brain.

You, lying there in his bed, moaning for him, calling out his name, begging for more. The pleasure he could give you as he showed you just how his sex could feel, of real lovemaking. The blush that covered his face went all the way to Lucifer's ears.

"If... if the idea is off-putting I won't make you. I guess I could always ask someone else to..." Your words trail off. You’re beginning to pull your hands away from him at the misunderstanding, thinking he was rejecting you. Your sadness made plain in the gesture.

"No! No, no dear," he quickly says, taking hold of your wrists again, stopping them retreating. "It's just... I wasn't expecting that request. Especially from someone as sweet and innocent as you..."

Your eyes widen excitedly. "So... you will?" You ask.

Lucifer looks down at the pure hope in your eyes, and it causes his own to soften. A smile forms on his lips. "Of course..." he says finally, his voice but a whisper. "I'll show you."

"Thank you!" You say with a burst of excitement, throwing your arms in the air before hugging Lucifer tightly over your small cafe table.

The sudden burst of energy took him by surprise, and he couldn't help but laugh at the excitement that radiated off of you. "Careful dear, the food!" He teased as he patted your back lightly.

You giggle shyly. "Oh my goodness! yes, I'm so sorry!" You cover your face with your hands and he can't help but find it cute that you're more embarrassed about this than asking him to be your first.

And then it truly hits him, what he's just agreed to… Lucifer gulps at the realization. He had just agreed to take your virginity. He was suddenly so incredibly nervous, but why? He wasn't inexperienced in these matters, though it had been quite some time since his last encounter, what with Lilith being missing for seven years and their relationship not being on the best terms before then either. But on the other hand...

The softness in his eyes hardened, replaced by a lustful hunger. The idea of you willingly giving him something so precious, wanting it to be him. The idea made him crave for you more, a feeling he didn't realize he held quite so strongly.

"So when can we start?" You ask excitedly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He let out a throaty laugh at your excitement, "Impatient, aren't we?" His eyes twinkled at the corners, teasing. "Let's finish our food first at least.”

Once you had both finished your pastries, Lucifer took you by your hand, leading you on a short walk back to the willow tree the two of you always met at. He sat down with his back pressed against the trunk while you sat between his crossed legs. His arms easily encircled your waist, pulling your back against his chest. Before long you turn to face him, a devious look in your eyes.

Lucifer's eyes narrow in response to your look, curious smile playing on his lips. He leans in and whispers, "And what is that look for?”

"I want to try something..." You say with a sudden burst of confidence.

The curiosity burns brighter in Lucifer's eyes at your sudden forwardness. He raises an eyebrow, "Oh? And what would that be?" His voice a low, seductive purr, as he traces the tip of his nose against your neck.

"You know how you brought up helping me with my tail?" You ask, and the memory floods back to him of how he attempted to desensitize you to the feeling of your tail being touched. How arousing it was to watch you squirm and get excited by those new sensations. Yes, he definitely remembers. He recalls the rush of pleasure and annoyance as he inadvertently teased you, while trying to control his growing desire.

“Yes, what about it?" Lucifer smirks, leaning fully against the tree, his knees wider.

"I want to try." You say flatly, holding your hands out.

Lucifer's eyes widen with something akin to surprise, and he pauses for a moment. "You want... to touch my tail?" he asks before he takes your hands in his, holding them close while he looks you over carefully.

You nod. "I think it's time I got my revenge." You say with a playful smile. “Especially if it's a preamble to the…” you blush, “-to the next part.”

Lucifer's eyes widen, and he can't help but let out a husky laugh at your boldness. He's fairly confident that it won't go how you think it will, but the devil had to give you credit for just how tempting you were making this. His desire sparks bright, feeling his body react to your proposition. A mischievous gleam appears in Lucifer's eyes. "Well then, I suppose I can't refuse." he summons it, letting it flick a moment before it settles on your lap, allowing you to touch it. "I'm all yours." He purrs.

With a blush and an excited, wide eyed look, you gently reach down and touch his tail with two fingers.

It's soft. Not fuzzy exactly, as it has no fur or anything, but soft like a person's face feels with peach fuzz. It's also warm, which is nice. You begin to rub the two fingers back and forth, just enjoying the sensation.

Lucifer's eyes brighten with excitement, watching as you reach down to gently grasp his tail. It feels strange to have something other than himself touching it, an alien sensation but also comforting and warm. A small purr escapes his lips, a pleasant shock going through his spine as you touch him.

With such a positive response you decide to push further, this time wrapping your fingers around it before slowly sliding your hand down to the tip, twirling it around your digits.

Lucifer's breath hitches, a shiver running down his spine as you slowly slip your hand down the length of his tail. His eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sensations you're providing. He can feel himself responding to your actions, unable to help himself. "That feels wonderful…" He sighs, his eyes flick to yours, his mouth parting slightly as he watches your movements.

You begin to grow more bold, your fingers trailing up and down the length of his tail, almost tickling it. Lucifer gasps, the unexpected sensation making him squirm. It's not uncomfortable, but he's never experienced it before and he finds himself breathless. Then while he's distracted with that hand you sneak your other hand to the base of his tail. Just as he's lulled into a sense of security, you snatch it in a firm grip. His breath hitches, tail twitching slightly at the unexpected pressure. His eyes fly open, locking onto yours.

Your look is truly devilish. If he didn't know for a fact there was an angel under that disguise, he'd have sworn you really were a succubus by the way you're handling him. You begin to massage the base of his tail, remembering just how overstimulating it could feel, wanting to watch him fall apart like you did, to see him vulnerable.

The devilish expression on your face makes his heart skip a beat. The way you handle him, with confidence and sensuality, is mesmerizing. He watches as you begin to massage the base of his tail, a low moan escaping as pleasure overwhelms him. "I... ah," Lucifer's breath hitches, fingers gripping onto the grass beneath him as he releases a slow, deep groan. He watches as your hand moves along the tail, his eyes growing darker with desire, pupils dilating.

Lucifer lets out a low, deep moan as your hands continue to massage him. It feels incredible, the pleasure building up and spreading throughout his body. He's unable to hold back a yip, his breath hitching with each movement of your hand against the sensitive skin of his tail.

Lucifer's eyes close for a moment, his body shuddering at the pleasure coursing through him. He tries to resist reacting, his hands clenching into fists as he fights back the urge to moan again. "This... ah... Sweetheart-," Lucifer tries to fight the pleasure your hands provide, but it's almost impossible. He grips the grass beneath him, his breath growing short as he fights to maintain his composure. The way you touch him, it's almost too much.

"Your tail is so soft... and warm..." You sigh as you continue to caress and squeeze it.

Lucifer lets out a deep, shuddering breath at your touch. "It is," he replies, voice low and strained. The pleasure of your touch is overwhelming, his resistance crumbling as he moans quietly. "It's... ah..." His tail twitches eagerly under your touch, pressing against your hand.

"Do you like it when I do this?" You ask, trailing your hand down the length of his tail.

Lucifer's eyes flutter shut at your touch, a quiet moan escaping him. "Yes... yes," he replies, voice trembling with pleasure. His tail twitches and writhes under your touch, seeking more of the pleasurable sensations you provide. "I... ah…”

"I want to try something... okay?" You say softly.

Lucifer's breath hitches as he looks at you, his tail quivering with excitement. "What... what is it?" he asks breathlessly, already eager to experience whatever you have in mind. He trusts you, and his desire for you overrides any caution he might have.

"Do you want me to tell you, or surprise you?" you ask with a glint in your eye.

Lucifer's eyes widen in anticipation, his breath coming in short gasps. "Surprise me," he replies, eager to see what pleasures you have in store for him. He trusts you, and the thrill of surrendering control to you is exhilarating for him.

"Okay," you nod, admittedly excited. "Then close your eyes.”

Lucifer obeys without hesitation, closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly. He trusts you completely, and the excitement of not knowing what's coming next is making his heart race with desire.

You gingerly pick up his tail and press your lips to it.

Lucifer gasps in shock and pleasure as your lips touch his tail. He never expected this, but the sensation is unexpectedly erotic for him. His tail twitches involuntarily, attempting to seek more of your touch as he moans softly. "D... did you just...?”

Instead of answering you begin to trail your lips down his tail until you get to the very end, relishing in the way that his body is shivering at your touch.

Lucifer can't help but tremble as you make your way down, feeling how soft it felt on the sensitive skin of your lips. It's a strange yet pleasurable sensation, unlike anything he's experienced before. He gasps and whimpers softly, his body shivering with pleasure as his cheeks redden more and more. "Y-you're...aa-ah…”

You trail your lips back up about a foot from the tip only to stick out your tongue and lick all the way back down to the end, popping the tip onto your mouth and sucking on it while making direct eye contact.

Lucifer's breath hitches, and he can't help but let out a needy moan as you take his tail into your mouth. His eyes are darkened with lust and desire, a fire burning in his gaze that threatens to consume him. The sudden, unexpected flick of your tongue against the sensitive skin of his tail sends Lucifer's mind reeling in pleasure. His breath hitches, and he can't help but let out more needy sounds for you. His body jolts, and he involuntarily grabs a hold of your thighs, trying to steady himself.

Lucifer's grip tightens on your thighs as he watches you twirl his tail around your tongue, making it glisten with your saliva. His breath is coming out in ragged gasps, and his eyes are glued to your mouth as you pleasure him, and that's all he’s able to take.

"I can't stand it anymore," Lucifer growls, leaping at you and pinning you down on the ground, his body hovering over yours. His eyes are dark and hungry, and he can't wait any longer. He needs you now.

You gasp as his hands clench the grass on either side of your head. You look up at him with a doe eyed expression, nodding, excited, ready.

Without another word, Lucifer smiles, snapping open a portal and scooping you into his arms.

The next part is basically nine-thousand words of just smut. So be prepared. Lol.

Taglist: @honestlyshamelesskid

[iztea]

Something about my drawing feels off , i only got into digital drawing few weeks ago and I'm stuck at the same point and lost .. any advice?

mmm okay first of all this is really good- first impressions-wise, the proportions and anatomy look very solid so there are no major glaring issues so to speak

if you were to ask me, what i think this artwork needs is that sort of 'volume' or depth that most beginner digital artoworks lack. You can achieve this sort of volume in two ways depending on the style you are going for: either by improving the lineart, or by treating the lines just as part of the sketch and painting over them for a more.. ''painterly/rendered'' look if you want to keep the lineart in, what i suggest is adding some "line weight" so that the artwork doesn't look so flat. What i mean by this is to thicken the lines where body parts would naturally overlap (like the neck and shoulder, the nostrils area, the corners of the mouth as well as the tip of the lips etc) and where shadows would normally be for the illusion of volume. After that, i'd also add more shadows and color variation in the colouring layer so that the skin looks more lively and again, for that volume. You can do it with some dark blue or orange on a multiply or an overlay layer, just experiment a bit with colors and blending modes. If you want a more messy/painterly look (which is more down my alley or in line with my artstyle), what i'd personally do is i'd create a new layer on top of everything and just paint over the lines with broader strokes and a darker color in an attempt to add some volume to the shapes and to make the artwork look more cohesive and less "digital" because at the moment, i can tell that it is made up of a Lineart layer, then a Colouring Layer below, that very religiously follows the lineart layer and then maybe a layer on top of that for the other colors and the hair. This is a very common digital art process and a good one to keep in mind but a little secret i can give out that i've noticed in 80% of the artists who have this sort of drawing process is that they will always, always merge everything in one layer at the end and adjust things as they go. They will not keep the layers separated and just never revisit them in the process, despite what it may look like. There will always be something that needs fixing and they will fix it as they go so i suggest doing the same and being a bit more "freeform" with your layers

Anywayss, besides that, I'd also introduce some color variation like in the previous method. As a general tip, try to move the color slider around and don't just shade with a darker variation of the base color. I like how the hair is painted and the shine and everything, it looks very good and everything is pretty much set in place, i'd just render it even more, make it More voluminous. It's just missing a little pop a color: i'd add some blueish gray hues in the brown hair and for the purple hair i'd make it more rich by adding some deep dark blue hues and some faint yellow highlights (bc purple and yellow are complementary colors blabla) As for the shape, think of the hair as chunks of volume that reflect light and that are also affected by gravity.. or as spaghetti if u like flat hair like me bsjsjd That's all i could think of; Again, it's very good and promising considering you started just a few weeks ago, so keep going at it! I hope it was at least somewhat helpful and that i wasn't being too technical with the wording (and that it made sense)

[viperwhispered]

Too Hard

Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.

The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.

What a stupid thought to have because of you.

Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.

So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.

“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.

Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.

On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.

Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”

Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.

His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.

Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.

After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.

If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.

The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!

For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.

After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.

Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.

Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?

Could you possibly-

Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.

He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-

Jamil froze in his tracks.

The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.

Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.

Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.

Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.

Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?

Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.

What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?

Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.

He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.

Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.

“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.

“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.

As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.

And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.

Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.

All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.

“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.

Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?

Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.

Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.

“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.

Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.

“Hmm. Maybe he will.”

Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?

Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?

“You know-”

“So-”

You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.

Even your surprised look was so-

“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.

“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.

“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”

He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.

“No. It is not.”

You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.

Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.

“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.

Wait.

Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?

The thought twisted his stomach into knots.

Eta: you can find part 3 here. Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)

[mostlyanything19]

Oh you guys weren't kidding, the Ashton/Percy confrontation is fantastic

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

I can relate to that feeling of wanting to go back a year and a half; feeling like there was once a chance for more with someone, and now there’s not a chance just an ache. I don’t know if it helps you to know that you’re not alone; but you’re not alone.

I appreciate that Anon, and I appreciate the solidarity. But in a very real, very physical sense I am EXTREMELY alone. So alone that it hurts and rips at me every day. Empathy from internet pals will not change the core of that, even if it is still greatly appreciated. Empathy will not warm my bed, or kiss me sweetly, or sit with me on the couch and laugh together at a fun tv show. Empathy won't move in with me and pay half the rent so that we can build a life together. Empathy is a good thing, an important thing, but it is not the same as having a person to love and be loved by at my side.

[welcometogrouchland]

hiii im the anon! some things about the movie that bring tears to my eyes: sebastians quote about imperfect fathers and imperfect sons, the blue fairy mentioning "lost, broken things" as it pans over gepetto, carlo's pinecone, the pine over his grave, the fact geppetto chops down the pine to make pinoccho, gepetto following the circus as pinoccho sings a song about his papa, the spazzatura character arc that parallels with candlewick's etc etc etc what a movie!

YEEEEESSSSSSS TO ALL OF THIS!!!

One thing I love that this movie did was that it understood the core appeal of a story of a young boy, a son, who's been told he's not a real boy, and thusly not a real son, and who tries his best to be "good" so that he may become human, and in the end is (sort of) told he was real all along, and is rewarded for this by becoming "real".

But it uses it's setting and characters (like spazzatura and Candlewick) To investigate what constitutes as truly "good". Is it following the rules? That's what the original story seems to say, but what if the rules are (as they are in a fascist system) broken? It's very poignant that a part of the climax is pinnochio saving himself and everyone else by lying. Because sometimes that's a necessary part of rebellion and survival!

I'd argue that this movie's definition of "good" (if it even has one simple enough to be defined) is inspiring others to be better, whether that's by standing up to someone they can't bring themselves to stand up to, or by sacrificing things for them. Pinnochio does all of these things for spazzatura, pinnochio, Candlewick, Sebastian, etc. It's really touching watching the arcs unfold

And absolutely everything about imperfect fathers and imperfect sons. I heard that line in the trailer and immediately knew this movie was gonna give me irreparable psychic damage in the best way.

I love that unlike in the original where pinnochio lets his father down by. Being a child (a very young child at that. He is literally. 1 day old) and making childish mistakes and decisions- it's gepetto who lets pinnochio down by wanting him to be something he's not, guided by his own grief! It's both a more compelling and relatable dynamic with more room to grow but also is especially poignant with the movies unique ending.

It really drives home the theme that it's not the job of children to grow up into adults their parents can be proud of (a storyline echoed w/ Candlewick), but for parents to do their best to raise a child who's proud of themself. AUGH IT'S SO GOOD 😭!!! Movies that make me do this ↓

[homo-house]

hey uh so I haven't seen anyone talking about this here yet, but

the amazon river, like the biggest river in the fucking world, in the middle of the amazon fucking rainforest, is currently going through its worst drought since the records began 121 years ago

picture from Folha PE

there's a lot going on but I haven't seen much international buzz around this like there was when the forest was on fire (maybe because it's harder to shift the narrative to blame brazil exclusively as if the rest of the world didn't have fault in this) so I wanted to bring this to tumblr's attention

I don't know too many details as I live in the other side of the country and we are suffering from the exact opposite (at least three cyclones this year, honestly have stopped counting - it's unusual for us to get hit by even one - floods, landslides, we have a death toll, people are losing everything to the water), but like, I as a brazilian have literally never seen pictures of the river like this before. every single city in the amazonas state is in a state of emergency as of november 1st.

pictures by Adriano Liziero (ig: geopanoramas)

we are used to seeing images of rio negro and solimões, the two main amazon river affluents, in all their grandiose and beauty and seeing these pictures is really fucking chilling. some of our news outlets are saying the solimões has turned to a sand desert... can you imagine this watery sight turning into a desert in the span of a year?

while down south we are seeing amounts of rain and hailstorms the likes of which our infrastructure is simply not built to deal with, up north people who have built everything around the river are at a loss of what to do.

the houses there that are built to float are just on the ground, people who depend on fishing for a living have to walk kilometers to find any fish that are still alive at all, the biodiversity there is at risk, and on an economic level it's hard to grasp how people from the northern states are getting by at all - the main means of transport for ANYTHING in that region is via the river water. this will impact the region for months to come. it doesnt make a lot of sense to build a lot of roads bc it's just better to use the waterway system, everything is built around or floats on the river after all. and like, the water level is so incomprehensibly low the boats are just STUCK. people are having a hard time getting from one place to another - keep in mind the widest parts of the river are over 10 km apart!!

this shit is really serious and i am trying not to think about it because we have a different kind of problem to worry about down south but it's really terrifying when I stop to think about it. you already know the climate crisis is real and the effects are beyond preventable now (we're past global warming, get used to calling it "global boiling"). we'll be switching strategies to damage control from now on and like, this is what it's come to.

I don't like to be alarmist but it's hard not to be alarmed. I'm sorry that I can't end this post with very clear intructions on how people overseas can help, there really isn't much to do except hope the water level rises soon, maybe pray if you believe in something. in that regard we just have to keep pressing for change at a global level; local conditions only would not, COULD NOT be causing this - the amazon river is a CONTINENTAL body of water, it spans across multiple countries. so my advice is spread the word, let your representatives know that you're worried and you want change towards sustainability, degrowth and reduced carbon emissions, support your local NGOs, maybe join a cause, I don't know? I recommend reading on ecological and feminist economics though

however, I know you can help the affected riverine families by donating to organizations dedicated to helping the region. keep in mind a single US dollar, pound or euro is worth over 5x more in our currency so anything you donate at all will certainly help those affected.

FAS - Sustainable Amazon Fundation

Idesam - Sustainable Developent and Preservation Institute of Amazonas

Greenpeace Brasil - I know Greenpeace isn't the best but they're one of the few options I can think of that have a bridge to the international world and they are helping directly

There are a lot of other smaller/local NGOs but I'm not sure how you could donate to them from overseas, I'll leave some of them here anyway:

Projeto Gari

Caritás Brasileira

If you know any other organizations please link them, I'll be sure to reblog though my reach isn't a lot

thank you so much for reading this to the end, don't feel obligated to share but please do if you can! even if you just read up to here it means a lot to me that someone out there knows

also as an afterthought, I wanted to expand on why I think this hasn't made big news yet: because unlike the case of the 2020 forest fires, other countries have to hold themselves accountable when looking at this situation. while in 2020 it was easier to pretend the fires were all our fault and people were talking about taking the amazon away from us like they wouldn't do much worse. global superpowers have no more forests to speak of so I guess they've been eyeing what latin america still has. so like this bit of the post is just to say if you're thinking of saying anything of the sort, maybe think of what your own country has done to contribute to this instead of blaming brazil exclusively and saying the amazon should be protected by force or whatever

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☆ WHEN YOU BREAK UP AND MAKE UP — NANAMI KENTO

summary: fed up with your stagnant marriage, you serve your husband divorce papers as a final cry to show you're tired of his behaviour. but you forget that, although he doesn't always show it, your husband never goes down without a fight.

w/c: 3.5k

cw: angst to fluff, nanami may come across as an asshole but he means it with love, plot with a dash of porn at the end, so mdni!!, semi-public sex (you fuck in an elevator) afab!reader

authors note: first fic on the new blog (wild) but I actually really fw this fic, hope you all do to. not fully proof read so ignore mistakes!!

nanami's footsteps echo through the dimly lit hallway as he approaches your apartment. his heart pounds against his ribs, a mixture of irritation, confusion, and hurt swirling within him. he had seen the divorce papers, his name scrawled across the top in bold letters, and the shock has left him simmering with resentment.

with a determined exhale, he raises his hand and knocks on your door. the door swings open, revealing his surprised expression. his eyes widen as he takes in your clenched jaw and the tension etched into your features.

"kento," your voice wavers, a mix of surprise and something he can't quite place.

"i didn't expect to find divorce papers on my desk at work," he bites out, his tone sharp and impatient.

your cheeks flush slightly, your gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet his stare. "it got your attention, didn't it?" you retort, your voice tinged with exasperation.

"attention?" nanami's voice drips with sarcasm. "you think serving me divorce papers at my job is the way to solve our problems?"

"you've been distant, nanami," your voice holds a trace of weariness. "we've been living separate lives for weeks. i needed you to know that something has to change."

nanami's irritation flares, his patience wearing thin. "dropping divorce papers on my desk is your way of communication now?"

"you've brushed me off every time i've tried to talk," your voice holds a hint of frustration, your eyes betraying a simmering anger. "maybe this is the only language you'll understand."

nanami's annoyance collides with a stubborn resistance, his grip on his emotions hardening. "you know i've been busy," he states curtly.

"busy ignoring me," your voice is edged with bitterness, your expression growing weary.

nanami's frustration deepens, and he steps closer, his gaze unwavering. "you could have talked to me."

you look away, your jaw clenched. "tried that." he reaches out to you but you brush him off, backing out of his space. 

you didn’t know what the exact turning point of your marriage was, but once it came it was overwhelming, swept you both up in a whirl of frustration. nanami didn’t feel like yours anymore – he was a shell of the guy you married. there were no more morning kisses, gentle touches, or late-night talks that once filled your lives. the silence in your shared space became a chasm, widening with each passing day. you pleaded for his attention, for a connection, but it was as if he was slipping away, becoming a stranger.

"you’ve taken this game of yours too far," he scoffs, disbelief and a hint of frustration in his voice. nanami had never imagined it would come to this – the thought of you leaving him was a reality he was struggling to accept. he wasn't blind to the shifts in your relationship, the growing distance, but he had convinced himself that it was a phase. a bad period that could be smoothed out with a little time and patience.

when you gathered your belongings and walked away, nearly a month ago now, he allowed you to go, certain that this was just a phase, a moment of frustration that would pass.

"i thought we were just going through a rough patch," he continues, his voice carrying a self-assured edge. "didn't think you'd take it to this extreme. you really tried to embarrass me at work with that shit, everybody saw y’know, my colleagues, my boss.”

your eyes narrow at his response, the frustration that had simmered inside you starting to boil over. "It's not a game, nanami. this isn't some ploy for attention."

“so you’ve given up on me then? on us?” he asks incredulously, stepping closer to you, studying your face.

your gaze holds his, determination mixing with the hurt that still lingers. "i didn't want to give up, but i can't keep holding on to something that's slipping away."

nanami's eyes search yours, a moment of vulnerability flickering across his features before he masks it with his trademark confidence. "you think i'll just let you go that easily?"

you meet his gaze head-on, the tension between you palpable. "it's not about whether you'll 'let' me. it's about whether we're both willing to put in the effort to fix what's broken."

his smirk fades, his gaze intense as he studies you. "and? are you willing?"

nanami didn’t realise how silent his home was without you in it. when he returned, he sat in silence, the weight of your ultimatum sinking in. ‘it’s not a game nanami’ your previous words repeatedly echo through his mind. he had always prided himself on his rationality, on his ability to see things logically, but when it came to you, it was an unfamiliar territory,

he had grown accustomed to the routine of his life, the predictable patterns that had lulled him into a sense of complacency. he had convinced himself that the distance between you two would eventually close on its own. and now, confronted with the reality of your departure, he couldn't deny the truth any longer.

“you’ve really fucked this up nanamin,” gojo lectures over the phone to nanami, “you deserved getting embarrassed at your job.”

“i didn’t call you to be told off,” nanami says, pinching his nose “i called for you to tell me what to do.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” gojo questions, “you know what she wants.”

“If i did, i wouldn’t be on the phone with you, would i?” nanami snaps, frustration brewing.

“she wants the guy she married.” gojo states, ignoring nanami’s tone.

“I am that guy,” there was a pause, as if nanami could see gojo’s pointed look through the phone, “well i thought i was that guy. but i know she doesn’t want to divorce me for real, she loves me.”

“does she though?” gojo questions, “remember nanamin, i was there when you guys got married, the way she looked at you then… isn’t how she looks at you now.”

nanami ends the call abruptly, pacing around his living room. gojo’s words sticking in his mind. he had reached out to his friend seeking guidance, but it’s becoming evident that the answers he’s seeking might not be as straightforward as he had hoped.

gojo’s words struck a nerve, he was right. nanami remembers the early days of your relationship, the excitement, the adoration - the way your eyes would light up when you looked at him. but now, the distance, the hurt, it was evident.

he was going to make things right, he had to. you were his wife - his soulmate. he’s known that from the day he laid eyes on you, and he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasp.

it had been months since you served nanami the divorce papers – he was stalling. you couldn’t deny that he was trying though, the daily flowers that you received, the take out that was delivered to your house without you asking, was a testament to that.

you got daily calls, texts and emails from him asking you about your day, about your wellbeing. he was showing you that he cared, and it  was as if he was courting you all over again. 

his efforts didn’t go unnoticed, your friends and family could see the subtle smiles you couldn’t suppress and the softening of your eyes when his name was mentioned. they hoped for your sake that nanami would keep consistent.

you felt hopeful, and that made you feel dumb. 

but you just needed one more push to feel secure, to feel like this would work – would last. which is why you were standing in the lobby of your lawyers office, your feet tapping nervously against the floor as you wait for your husband to arrive. 

“hi, my love,” he greets, the familiar pet name coming out like a whisper, but it doesn’t go unnoticed, “i guess we should head up there.”

“yeah, lead the way,” you say, your tone warmer than you expect as you take in his appearance. he was dressed in one of his signature crisp suits, in fact it was your favourite suit of his, and he was wearing the hell out of it.

you follow him to the elevator, the hallway stretching ahead as you both walk side by side. you haven’t felt like this in a long time, like a pair, a union. nanami’s presence beside you is both familiar and foreign, a reminder of the life you once shared and the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

“we don’t have to go this meeting you know,” nanami forces out, but you ignore him pushing the button of the floor you need to be at.

“love listen, it doesn’t have to be this way,” he persists.

“and what way is it kento?” you argue, “just because you’ve been sending me flowers, and asking me how i am each day, doesn’t mean you’ve magically became husband material again.”

“trust me, i know that.” he scoffs, “you’re a real piece of work bu-”

“and you’re a real piece of sh-” you start, stopping yourself as you realise that you were the one going too far.

“as i was saying,” he continues, “you’re a real piece of work, but you’re worth it. you always have been, from the moment i met you i knew you were going to cause me trouble but i ended up loving you for that.”

“well tell that to your actions for the past–” you pause, feeling the elevator coming to an abrupt stop, “why did the elevator just close… the last thing i need right now is to be trapped.”

nanami's gaze shifts to the control panel, his eyebrows furrowing. "looks like we're stuck."

you glance at him, your heart racing for a different reason now. "stuck?"

nanami's eyes meet yours, his smirk undeniably playful. "Seems like fate has its own plans for us," he remarks, his tone holding a hint of amusement.

you roll your eyes, unable to suppress a small smile despite the circumstances. "great, just what I needed today."

he chuckles, his fingers expertly unbuttoning his cuffs as he begins to roll up his sleeves. "well, at least we have some time to ourselves. might as well make the most of it."

your eyebrows raise at his nonchalant attitude, your surprise momentarily replacing the irritation. "are you serious right now? we're stuck in an elevator, and you're acting like it's a casual evening at home?"

nanami's grin widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "why not? it's not like we can do much about the situation. might as well enjoy each other's company."

you huff out a breath, torn between annoyance and amusement. as you observe him making himself comfortable on the elevator floor, you can't help but shake your head. "you're unbelievable."

he pats the spot next to him, his inviting gesture a silent challenge. "come on, it's not so bad. we can reminisce about old times, or argue about who's the better cook."

you find yourself hesitating, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. with a resigned sigh, you take a seat beside him, your shoulder brushing against his. "old times, huh? you mean the days when you used to bring me breakfast in bed?"

nanami's smile softens, a nostalgic gleam in his eyes. "yeah, and you'd always complain that the eggs were overcooked."

“because they always were.” you retort, with a chuckle. you missed this, being in his space without any of the extra noise.

“i can cook breakfast for you again,” he proposes, “if you just come home.”

“kento i don’t know if i-”

“do you remember our first date,” he interrupts, “my car broke down on the way home from the restaurant, so i put you on my back and carried you for 5 miles.”

“you carried my heels too,” you add, laughing softly to yourself at the memory. your first date with nanami solidified that he was the man for you, the way he shamelessly gave you a piggy back ride, heels and all.

nanami’s gaze locks with yours, his fingers gently grazing your hand “it was worth every step.”

a warmth spreads through your chest, a mix of nostalgia and a newfound vulnerability. "you used to be so sweet," you murmur, your voice laced with a bittersweet longing.

his fingers inch closer, your hands almost brushing against each other. "i can still be sweet, you know," he replies softly, his gaze never leaving yours.

your heart skips a beat, the air around you growing charged with unspoken emotions. "you have a funny way of showing it."

he tilts his head, his lips curving into a genuine smile. "maybe I've been out of practice."

as the silence settles between you, the confined space of the elevator seems to amplify the intensity of your connection. the past rushes back, the moments that you shared, the love that once flourished. but you're both here now, in the present, faced with the choice of whether to rebuild or let go.

nanami's fingers finally find yours, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. "i want to make it right, to fix us," he admits, vulnerability lacing his words.

you meet his gaze, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. "It's not that simple, kento. we can't just go back to the way things were."

his thumb traces a soothing pattern on the back of your hand. "i know. but maybe we can start anew. rediscover each other, learn from our mistakes." 

you study his face, the sincerity in his eyes making your heart ache. maybe he had changed, maybe he was willing to put in the effort to mend what was broken. maybe, just maybe, there was hope for your relationship after all.

the elevator's walls seem to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment. The past and the present merge, and as you search his eyes for any signs of deceit, you find none. only a genuine desire to make things right.

"i've missed you," he whispers, his voice holding a vulnerability that resonates within you.

“you swallow the lump in your throat, your grip on his hand tightening. "i've missed you too."

nanami's fingers burned with a mixture of yearning and desperation as they reached out to trace the curve of your cheek. his touch was electric, sending a surge of heat through your veins. your breath hitched in response, your heart pounding against your ribs as his thumb brushed over your skin.

his touch was no longer tentative; it was a declaration, a silent proclamation of his desire. the air seemed to crackle with tension as his gaze bore into yours, his eyes dark and smouldering.

"i've wanted to do this for so long," he confesses, his voice a low growl sending a shiver down your spine.

his fingers slide from your cheek to your jawline, his touch igniting a fire within you. the space between you seemed to vanish as he closed in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. your eyes flutter closed as his thumb brushes over your lower lip, his touch setting your skin ablaze.

and then, his lips crash onto yours with a fierce hunger that leaves you breathless. it was a kiss that ignites a wildfire, a blaze of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. his lips moved against yours with a fervour that matched the intensity of his touch, a dance of passion and longing.

his arms encircle you, pulling you flush against him as the kiss deepens. his mouth moves over yours with a possessive urgency, his tongue seeking entrance and igniting a fiery tangle of sensations. the taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mixture of desire and nostalgia.

your fingers claw at the fabric of his shirt, needing to feel him, to ground yourself in this moment. his body presses against yours, every contour and ridge igniting a cascade of sensations that pooled between your thighs.

his hands trail down your back, the touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. when he cups your hips and pulls you impossibly closer, a moan escaped your lips, swallowed by the intensity of the kiss.

as the kiss broke, your foreheads rest against each other, your breaths ragged and laboured. the air around you was thick with desire, the space between you charged with an unspoken promise.

"i need you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with desperation.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head down for another searing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing, of a love that refused to be extinguished. your bodies moulded together as if they were meant to fit perfectly, every touch a symphony of need and surrender.

“tell me you need me, love,” he gasps out, and you nod against him, “no i got to hear you say it.”

“i need you, i do,” you whimper against his lips, as his fingers slip below the waistline of your skirt, gently grazing your clit, “k-kento we can’t, have you forgotten where we are?”

“don’t tell me you’ve become shy whilst we’ve been separated,” he chuckles, smirking as he continues to toy with your pussy “you don’t remember all the times i’d have you bent over my desk in my office?” 

you bite your lip at the memory, feeling yourself get wetter as nanami’s fingers enter you, his thumb pressing against your clit. nanami knew you inside and out, he knew how exactly where to touch, how to get you whine and writhe against him as you are now.

he took advantage of your exposed neck, biting and sucking against your collarbone as he continues to stroke your cunt. you were gushing over him, repeatedly clenching against his fingers, as he twists and pushes in and out of you. 

“you always get so wet for me,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of you, his digits glistening coated with you. you can smell your own arousal from his hand as he grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at his lust filled eyes. “ride me.”

you didn’t need to be asked twice, you discard your skirt off on the elevator floor, as he unzips his pants. he strokes his dick as it gets harder just at the sight of you. he was back was against the wall, his legs sprawled out widely, the perfect opening for you to climb right into his lap.

you slid right onto him, letting out an exhale as he fills you. he presses a sloppy kiss against your lips as your cunt grips onto him. your hands dig into his shoulder as you bounce up and down on him, his hands having your hips in a firm hold to keep you in place.

nanami couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way you were taking him in like you needed him, was a sight he could never get tired off. you were so pretty, all fucked out on his dick, your eyes glossed over in a daze, the only thing you were focused on was him. 

“d’you see now why i could never let you go?” he teases, thrusting upwards into you as one of his hands trails up to caress your cheek, his thumb parting your lips, “because this pussy’s mine.” 

he quickens his pace, eager to get you to come undone all over him, the way your movements became slower, lazier, he could tell you were nearly at your peak. you bite on his thumb, suppressing your moans, as his merciless thrust begin to become too much. 

“m’close kento, i-it’s too much,” 

“I know my love, you’re taking me so well,” he praises, pushing deeper into you, “just hold out for a bit longer.”

“i-i can’t i-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you feel yourself release all over him. nanami groans out his head collapsing in your cleavage as he finishes inside of you, your juices mixing with his. 

the only sounds that can be heard are you both trying to catch your breath. nanami keeps his head pressed against your tits, still inside of you. you toy with his hair pushing his hair back to leave a gentle kiss against his head, his arms tighten around you and it was as if you could feel him smile against you. you knew from then that you and your husband was going to be okay.

“kento?” your voice wavers, a mixture of uncertainty and hope lacing your words.

“yes? my love,” he responds, his gaze locked onto yours.

your heart flutters as you gather your courage, the weight of the past and the possibilities of the future intertwining in your chest. "I think we can cancel that meeting with my lawyer."

nanami's smile broadens, but it's different this time – it's a smile that carries the weight of understanding and a newfound determination. he holds your gaze, and you can see the sincerity in his eyes, a silent promise of change and rediscovery.

you eventually got out of that elevator and you didn’t go home to your separate apartments, you went home, together. 

extra an: so guys what did you think?? first time writing for smut, and for nanami so if it’s shit spare me. but I love him and I’d never divorce him. DIVIDERS FROM @/CAFEKITSUNE !!