#i wanna try and come up with more outfits i guess i am not particularly good but i'm learnin!

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sorry! I have a suggestion: dead and y/n meet through friends and start liking each other without the other knowing and he offers to watch a horror movie with her one night (because she doesn't want to watch alone) and he's super shy and keeps a distance between them but she asks him to be there so she doesn't get scared. at one particularly scary scene she hides her face in his neck and he freaks out, and they kind of look at each other and finally kiss. then they have sex and he's very shy about it but she helps me feel better and it's amazing for both of them

THE MOVIE - PELLE/DEAD

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A/n: Hey anon! Thank you for the idea I hope you enjoy! :) For context y/n is not a virgin but Pelle is

Content warning !!: shy!pelle x fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, dick riding, hickeys

As the wind flew past the window of the school building she shivered a bit. The science teacher always left the window open no matter the weather. Somehow a kid always managed to spill a chemical in his class that would be too toxic just to breathe in so he ended up just keeping his windows open all the time. “Alright kids, off to lunch” he says. All the kids walk their way to the cafeteria tiredly. It was a Friday and Halloween eve. No one wanted to do work, just make it through the day so they could go home.

I grab my lunch tray and make my way to my usual table to see Pelle Ohlin. We had only exchanged a few words, he was a friend of a friend, but for some reason I thought he secretly didn’t like me. Always staying a good distance away from me, giving me weird looks. You know what I mean. I sit down to see Pelle now talking to Euronymous, my friend and his band member. It goes quiet. Euronymous briefly pats Pelle on the shoulder and whispers something in his ear. What were they up to?

I see Pelle glancing at me in my preifereal view and try to ignore it. “H- hey y/n” Pelle says a pinkish tone now coming to his face. “Hi Pelle, what’s up?” I ask turning my body to face him. “O-oh uhm I was wondering what you were doing and all, since it’s like the day before Halloween” he blush deepens and he puts his hands on his face to try and hide it better. “Nothing much, I was going to watch a horror movie with my friends but they dipped and I’m not trying to watch that alone” I chuckle a bit embarrassed. ”Oh I mean I could watch it with you? I have nothing to do either..” he drags on awkwardly.

“You’d do that?” I look back at the ground, then at him. “Uhm- yeah if you want me to” he says his voice muffled by the sleeves of his shirt, he’s now resting on his arms. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you there?” I say getting up to throw my tray away, walking out of the lunch room. “Totally..” he mutters as I’m already gone, his blush now bright red. Euronymous chuckles, hearing the whole conversation, hitting Pelles shoulder playfully.

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A knock on my door startles me. I quickly open the door to see Pelle in a little more of a classy outfit then the one he wore to school. “Dude we’re watching a movie, why’re you dressed up?” I laugh pointing at his dress shirt and pants. “Oh uhm…I don’t know, I just thought I should dress up” I chuckle again. “You do you I guess” Pelle looks down at the ground, embarrassed. “Hey I didn’t mean it, I’m messing. Cmon in” I smile welcoming him in. He smiles back and looks around the living room. “Nice place you got” he says in a bit of awe. “Thanks, my parents are stuck at work for the holidays so I get the house as I please” he nods his head in acknowledgment, roaming a bit around the room.

“Hey, you wanna get the movie set up and I’ll get the snacks?” I ask glaring at him. He nods in response, choosing a movie as I am in the kitchen picking out snacks. “You don’t have any allergies do you?!” I shout from the kitchen, trying to shout over the popcorn popping. “Nope! Not any that I know of!” He yells back, chuckling after. The microwave goes off, I take the popcorn out and put it into a nice bowl. I come back with a few snacks and popcorn, grabbing two waters as well. “Can you get the blankets?” Pelle nods again, running over to my fabric closet and pulling out two soft blankets.

He hands me the softer one and takes the other. He sits down, us at a respectably distance from each other, the middle of the couch empty with space. I click start in the movie and get comfortable to watch. As the movie goes on there’s a few jumps here and there. But the tension in my body builds as the scene goes on. The now quiet moment after the woman has lost the killer.

The killer jumps out, the woman screams. I jump, practically jumping on Pelle. Hiding my face in his neck. Pelle pulls me away, looking at me dumbfounded. I blush embarrassedly as he looks at me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ I say but I’m cut off by Pelles lips. My eyes widen in shock. I quickly get comfortable in the kiss, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck.

After a few minutes I pull away for air. We look at each other panting, beads of sweat start to form on Pelles forehead. “Do you wanna…go all the way?” He asks cautiously. His eyes dilate just from thinking about him being intimate with me. I smile nervously. “If you want to” and that’s all I have to say before he tackles me in a kiss again.

His face flushing pink, he’s belly flips just looking at you..but him doing this to you..how’s he supposed to handle all of this? I smile coming in closer to him, pinning him to the couch. I pull away for a second “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I say to him but he just shakes his head. “No no I wanna make you feel good” he says grabbing my hips, pulling me in closer.

I jump as a scream from the TV goes. Pelle chuckles, rubbing the skin of my exposed hips. “Hey nothing can hurt you babydoll, it’s just you and me here. I will never let anyone or anything hurt you” he whispers pulling me onto his lap. I smile, blushing a bit.

Pelle smiles back and takes me into a kiss. The once innocent kiss starts to get dirty, and eventually turns into us making out. He holds onto me tighter pressing me against him. His tent in his pants pressing up against my stomach. His face goes red. I laugh into his mouth, making him chuckle back loosening his grip, becoming less nervous.

Pelle pulls away, looking up at me straight into my eyes. “Can I..uhm take these off?” he asks referring to clothes. “Why of course” I smirk slowly lifting up my shirt. As my shirt goes up halfway Pelle does the rest takes my shirt off and throws it on the coffee table. He quickly unclips my bra and stops for a moment, taking in my figure. He then latches onto one of my breasts, groping the other one with his hand while the other is still on my hip.

I gasp as his tongue laps around my nipple. I can feel the bruises start to form on me from his hard grip, but I don't care enough to tell him to stop. Pelle sucks on the sensitive bits of my chest, going up and down the surface making me moan out. He creates small markings, not super huge but big enough to be prominent on my skin. Pelle takes his time with me, coating my chest in his saliva.

He pulls away from my chest, a string of spit following his path. He smiles, his lips glistening from his own salvation. “You're so beautiful,” he says before pulling my pants down painfully slow. “Last chance to back out my love,” he says, his brown eyes reaching my soul. “I'm ready,” I say putting my hands on his soft face, my hands gliding over his defined jawline.

Pelle lowers my underwear. His breathing speeds up, so close to the thing he's wanted for years. To think that his dream of being with you was about to materialize is driving him insane. My underwear is now completely off. Pelle groans impatiently taking off his boxers. His member twitches. Pelle places his hands on my hips once again, hovering me over his lap angling me perfectly before pushing in.

Pelle throws his back on the couch as we groan in sync. This wasn't my first time but I've never had anything quite like Pelles, thick and with a good length. What was I thinking before him? He stays like this for a bit, getting used to the feeling. “You feel better than I thought you'd be” he grunts starting to slowly go in and out, making a rhythm that feels good for the both of us. He speeds up, using my waist for support, his hands digging into me.

I moan, the stinging pain of his nails soon turning into pleasure. He mumbles and rambles as he goes in and out of me at a steady pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this” he says, blush starting to creep up to his cheeks and ears. I try to respond but I only grunt, being too focused in this moment to talk. People rolls his hips into my pussy making me moan into the nook of his neck.

Pelle is starting to slow down from exhaustion, as it was his first time ever doing something like this, but he wanted to pleasure you. After a bit Pelles legs start to shake tiredly. I put my hands on his chest, pinning him to the couch stopping him from rolling his hips. “Let me help, ok? Just relax sweetheart” Pelle nods relaxing into the couch a bit as I start to move around him. Pelle puts his head in my neck, holding onto my waist again. I start to pick up the pace, grinding on him, our hips crashing into each other as I feel a burning sensation in my abdomen.

Pelle whimpers, starting to pick me up and slowly drop me on his cock. I moan fully taking him in as I slowly fall to his base. Pelle then starts to pick me up and put me down on his cock harder and faster. I soon get used to the rhythm, rocking on his cock at the same pace. “Fuck! Y/n” Pelle says in my neck, giving it a few bites before relentlessly fucking me up and down on his cock. Echos of the movie comes from the TV but I am now too occupied to care.

Pelle and I moan in sync once more, not being able to control the sounds between us any longer. The sound of skin slapping becomes louder and louder by the second as Pelle speeds up. Precum and my slick become the perfect lubricant, letting Pelle slide in and out of me effortlessly. I rock harder on Pelles cock, our hips crashing into one another as we both reach the edge together. Pelles hot cum goes deep inside me, sending shivers down my spine.

As we come down from our own climaxes Pelle slips in and out of me a few more times before completely stopping to catch his breath. “Could we stay like this for the rest of the night?” He asks referring to being inside me. I chuckle. “If you want to I guess” Pelle smiles, kissing my shoulder. “I’m so glad I decided to watch this movie with you” he says admiringly. “Me too” I smile pulling him in for a kiss.

The ending was a little rushed but I hope u dudes liked it !! Thank you again for all the requests, I appreciate them <3

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SSR Idia Shroud Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Ignihyde Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Riddle: So now, here is the final question.

Riddle: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”

Idia: …Go out.

Riddle: EH!!???? I DIDN'T JUST… MISHEAR YOU THERE, RIGHT?

Idia: Nooope. Thanks for the predictable response.

Idia: Ortho gathered some data that the hamburger shop down in town was real good.

Idia: Looks like they got a limited event going on too… So I'm thinking I wanna go ASAP.

Riddle: Is it really that good? I don't really see the appeal…

Idia: Ah, how like you. Didn't expect anything else.

Idia: Also, I bet I could chill at Whistle Park near the port all day long. That is, until my energy and stamina depletes.

Riddle: You'll be outside all day long!!?? …Apologies. What would you do at Whistle Park?

Idia: I mean… Obviously I'd be gaming.

Riddle: YOU'D GO ALL THE WAY OUTSIDE JUST TO PLAY A GAME!?

Idia: YEAH, SOOOOO―!!!!!!!!

Idia: When I heard that a new game for my favorite series was going to be released, I jumped online to access their site, and…

Idia: YOU CAN'T IMAGINE THE IMMENSE DEPRESSION I FELT TO LEARN THAT IT WAS A LOCATION-BASED GAME!!

Riddle: …A-A location-based game…?

Idia: One of those games that rely on the location information from your phone. There's been a ton popping up recently trying to get everyone to get up and move around.

Riddle: Ah. So are you really going to that hamburger shop to get something to eat, or…

Idia: Obviously I'm going because it's a designated spot to get game items, and battle others, duh?

Idia: And speaking of which, Whistle Park is one of the best places on Sage's Island with a ton of those spots. It's the most efficient place to make my rounds.

Riddle: Ah, that's more like it. But for it to even drag you outdoors… That game must be particularly invigorating.

Idia: I mean, not really? It's got a pretty common gameplay, and I planned on ignoring it, 'cause it's not relevant to a shut-in like me.

Idia: But then Ortho was all, "Hey, let's play together, Nii-san!" and started looking up all the hotspots on Sage's Island…

Idia: Looked like we could have more fun with it than I thought, so I said fine, I guess…

Idia: …I guess it wouldn't be terrible to be able to adventure with Ortho while we're here for school.

Riddle: The interview has now concluded. Thank you for the interesting conversation.

Riddle: The only remaining task for you is to simply fly on the Birthday Road. Here, please take this broom.

Idia: You just say "simply fly" like it's nothing… And on top of that, I gotta use a super fancy broom like this? I'd only draw attention to myself.

Riddle: Is that bad? It looks to me to have a tranquil and classy feel about it… It suits both you and the outfit you are wearing today.

Riddle: I am certain that Ortho is impatiently waiting for you to come out, as well. You should hurry and go, at least for him.

Idia: Hiee! There's that signature Riddle-shi straightforward praise like it's nothing! I can't stand it… I'll just have to run away to the venue, I guess.

Idia: Become one with the wind, I'm becoming one with the wind, I am one with the wind… Grit my teeth, and go!!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

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ViVi November Issue (Snow Man cover)

Solo Q/A interview

Nishihata Daigo

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. Wonderful, absolutely amazing! Since I am not as tall that's why it might be a bit difficult but, I want her to nervously say “this is too big”. I guess it's a nice feeling for your significant other to wearing your own clothes? Well, I am not sure since I don't have any experience in dating (laughs)

Q. Have you actually shared clothes with someone?

A. Only with my father. With members, rather than sharing, we have matching outfits more. Just the other day I copied and wore the same t-shirt as that of Michieda-kun, I also have matching rings, t-shirt and bags with Ohashi-kun. Good things are good afterall.

Q. At what situation with what kind of girl would you like to share clothes?

A. The first thing that came in my mind is, at home date. I want to do classic things, something like, my girlfriend saying “this is a bit big~” while wearing my sweatshirt (shy). If a girl who is usually calm and caring let's herself be spoiled only by me it'll definitely make my heart race. Also since I am from Kansai, I want to joke around with my lover. Is the hurdle too high? Its totally fine even if she can't make a come back (to my jokes). As long she laughs at my jokes!

Q. Can you straightforwardly tell “cute” to your lover?

A. Of course! I can even say things that'd make one feel shy with no problem. That's why on the contrary, if it's someone who isn't good with this kind of thing, it might be a problem. Is this what they call occupational disease?

Onishi Ryusei

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. I completely love the idea. Getting caught by “Isn't it your boyfriend's?”. It looks cute when the girl takes the clothes to wear. I adore conversations that goes “Ah, please lend me that clothes” “Sure~”.

Q. What is good about girls wearing men's clothes?

A. The little loose creates a relaxed vibe. You get to be fashionable even without being too fancy.

Q. Where would you go for date with your girlfriend who is wearing your clothes?

A. Park! I want to go to a park. I have an image that we will be in a relax mode as that of living at home, while eating home made bento we will have a laid-back conversation. We will also bring our dog. Uwaa~ That'd be so nice~.

Q. Would you borrow your girlfriend's clothes?

A. If I were to go out wearing girlfriend's clothes, in case I feel her smell on them, I might get excited (laughs)

Q. Do you have a type you are interested in?

A. Someone who likes to exchange meaningless texts, I guess? If I receive texts with dumb contents at random hours, I might think it as cute.

Q. With which Naniwa member would you like to share clothes with?

A. Ohashi-kun. Because his clothes usually have a calming smell to them (laughs). Also he is quite particular about shoulder width or size in general. He is a fashionable person who has a lot of oversized clothes. I want to wear Ohashi-kun's clothes ♡

Nagao Kento

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. If my girlfriend says “I wanna wear it” then it's completely fine but, I won't recommend her anything by myself. Ah, but if my girlfriend is complimented when wearing my clothes then I'll go “You're welcome”. Since I prefer ladies pants more than the normal ones, if I try then I might also be able to borrow my girlfriend's clothes. As I am a man who has plaid skirt, heel boots and such, I absolutely have nothing that I don't like!

Q. The fashionable Nagao-san, are girls who are into fashion your type?

A. No No, there's nothing like that. If we have common interests and hobbies the conversation might extend, but it's okay even if it doesn't match my taste. Rather, I might apologize for being obsessed with my own fashion while not paying any attention to the other person's clothes  (laughs). At the end, it's all about self satisfaction. As for the significant other, I would like her to cherish her own colors.

Q. Do you talk about clothes with the members?

A. Not really. I talk with my clothes loving friends from my hometown. I also often talk with salespersons of clothing shops with whom I'm close with about release information of new clothes, new brands and such. On top of that, I am the type who doesn't want to match outfits with the members. Yet it troubles me as I would often match with them! If my favourite pair of sneakers matched with anyone then my excitement would go down like “Ah..”. I don't mean this in a negative way. I mean, when you go and hang out with the members if you see someone wearing the same outfit as you, won't it ruin your mood? No matter how close you are! kinda (laughs)

Michieda Shunsuke

Q. What do you think about sharing clothes with your significant other?

A. I think it's really good! The little oversized-ness is cute, also whenever my girlfriend would try to borrow my clothes in my absence I want to tell her things like “What are you doing, geez~”. I want to fool around while feeling all fluffy inside (laughs). Imagining it alone is fun!

Q. Have you actually shared clothes with someone of the opposite sex?

A. As a child I once wore my sister's clothes without her permission, that time she was quite mad at me, so now we no longer share. On the other hand, now when my sister wears my clothes I really can't think of that as cute (laughs).

Q. If you get a girlfriend would you prefer thing to her way or your way?

A. Since I will not hold my partner, if she prefers to wear the things she likes the. I guess I'm fine with it. But if she's not really careful about wearing clothes that are quite revealing then my eyes might have trouble figuring out where to look at! If I receive requests from my significant other like “I want you to wear this kind of clothes” then I'll try my best to respond to her request.

Q. Finally, what is your type?

A. If we are talking about appearance, a girl with natural makeup and bob to semi long hair. As for what's inside (personality), someone who is able to attract elegant people with her soft atmosphere. Also, If I make any mistakes or there is anything wromg in that case I want her to tell that clearly to me. On the other hand, I dislike girls who likes to control. It's fine to act all cutesy to be perceived as cute but as we can't see her true intentions so that's still a bit... Though personally I can't usually recognise such actions at all. Amongst the members, not only is my score low in terms of love, I think I'm quite simple as a person (laughs)

Nishihata and Nagao: Micchi sure is naive!

Takahashi Kyohei

Q. What do you think about girls who wears men's or unisex clothings?

A. It's my first time hearing that girls wear men's clothes! There has been times when I wore slender ladies pants but, there's an opposite pattern as well... Eh, you don't mean room wear, right? Well~ that's something unknown to me (laughs)

Q. What if your girlfriend asks you to lend your clothes?

A. I am sorry but, I wouldn't prefer it. I would constantly think if my clothes have weird smell to it. I'm totally fine with matching though.

Q. What kind of fashion do you like on girls?

A. Something that's pretty in general. Style like, tucked in t-shirt with flare pants, I like outfits that have a refreshing silhouette to them (laughs). Especially flare denims are the best. Previously I used to like skinny pants but, I graduated from them when I became an adult.

Q. What is your ideal personality type?

A. Someone who's funny. Not funny like actual comedians, for example, someone who is really pretty but has a weird laugh, has a strong tone when speaking, if someone who has a gap that you wouldn't think of would really make me interested in them.

Q. What if your significant other requests “I want you to wear this”?

A. If my significant other dresses as per my ideal form then I would do the same. Anything is fine but I don't like showing navel! Even then if there's a request to show muscles, I will say “sure, at the beach” (laughs).

Fujiwara Joichiro

Q. What if your girlfriend asks you to lend your clothes?

A. I'd totally lend them to her. It'll have this “In return lend me something too” kind of feeling (laughs). Doing things like, lining up all the clothes on bed, like how they do in drama and saying things like, “What should I wear today?” “How is this one?” “Ah that's no good” kinda. Isn't that super good? (laughs)

Q. What do you think about girls who wears men's outfits?

A. Normally, when a girl who usually wears ladies outfit wears men's clothes then the form and atmosphere in general will change, right? That change compared to usual will make men's heart flutter. It's the contrast after all, you know? (laughs)

Q. Where would you go for date with your girlfriend who is wearing your clothes?

A. It's a place that is particularly really admired by the people of Kansai but I want to go to a cafe in Yokohama (laughs). We will take pictures there which are different from our usual ones. Later when we will look at the pictures, I want to talk about memories like, “We did it that time. That was the first time when we exchanged clothes!” (shy)

Q. Do you have any ideal type for girls' fashion or make up?

A. Instead of black hair, I prefer girls with dyed hair. Your eyes will follow the girl who has an  intriguing hair color, like “What's up with that color!?” kinda.

Q. What is your ideal personality type?

A. The type who prepares food first, suddenly buys present saying “This looked nice” even though it isn't their partner's birthday. Someone who expresses their kindness casually through surprises, someone like that is nice.

Ohashi Kazuya

Q. If you get a special person, would you share your clothes with them?

A. I really want to do that!  I want to share my closet completely like, “It's fine to wear any of my clothes”. If we are at home, then I'd have her wear my hoodie like an one piece, something like, it's an appearance that only I know about ♡ When going outside though, as I'm worried/concerned, I'd have her wear pants (laughs).

Q. What kind of fashion do you like on girls?

A. Street fashion. Something like a big top with loose wide pants, and a knit cap to along with it! If I spot a girl like that in the middle of the road, then I will follow her with my eyes.

Q. What is your ideal personality type?

A. Someone being with whom would calm me down I guess. If I were to refer to a member then.. Nope, there's no one (laughs). I like slightly modest type of girl who is generally seen wearing glasses while studying in the classroom. Along with that if she's actually really strong in fighting then I might give into her gap.

Q. Have you actually shared clothes with a girl?

A. I have! It's with my almost 50 years old mom though (laughs)

Q. Is it true that you have a lot of clothing items that match with the members?

A. There's a lot. The most is probably with Daigo. Micchi often imitates my hats, with Jo-kun it's the pants, with Kyohei we match rings and down pieces, like t-shirt and such.

Kyohei: It's because Ohashi-kun would invite me to shopping saying “Let's match”

No, it's you who invites me! I am sorry, this kid here is a tsundere (laughs).

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    Valentines Day with Gojo was usually chaotic, but you didn’t blame him, it was apart of his personality after all.      He didn’t take you to any particular establishment, really. You were curled up in your bed, exhausted from a long day of baking goods, watching sappy love movies, and overall shenanigans. You didn’t particularly mind this though, a soft lazy breeze preventing you from overheating, you sigh in relief. It’s like the weather knew exactly what you needed for a relaxing evening.      Although, today seemed rather unusual. For the many years that you’ve dated Satoru, he never, ever dressed up. Usually he rolled out of bed, naked. A pair of grey sweatpants replaced what was usually his uniform pants. Just enough for you to see the start of his happy trail, in other words, a fruitful attempt of teasing you.      He knew that he was attractive, and you didn’t mind fueling his ego. A toned body, almost like he had been specially picked by some divine being and gifted with society’s standards. But he had actually picked out an outfit for this particular Valentines Day, which you admitted was nice, but you also didn’t mind licking your lips at such a delicious physique.       On the rare occasions that he picked out outfits, it wouldn’t be visually appealing, the guy only wore his work uniform or a casual t-shirt and a pair of shorts, or sweatpants.     Yet, today? Weirdly different.       Clad in a dark blue cashmere crewneck sweater paired with black jeans, he nervously picked at the clothing, fidgeting. You guessed he had gotten some fashion advice from one of his friends, as you also realized it was... Somewhat trendy. Chains dangling from his neck, a few from his pants as well, a designer belt... You had wondered who it was that was so gracious enough to make him hotter then he already was.     The air of his usual carefree personality was gone, which was one of your favorite parts about him, and he had insisted this morning to take you to an actual diner, which you rejected.       As soon as you turned your back to grab some more sugar, he pulled you back, hand on your shoulder. A determined look on his face that you could see even through his circular shades, clearing his throat.      “Hey- just to be sure, pumpkin... You’re not denying because you think I’m poor or some shit like that, right? I’m financially stable as all hell, and I’ll buy you anything you set your eyes on, seriously. I need to spoil you sometimes, okay?”      He spoke with a tone of nervousness, and you cocked your head to look at him, eyebrow slightly raised.      “What’s with you today, babe? You never do this sorta shit.”       Seemingly taken aback, he looked at you for a few seconds, unblinking. Wondering if it went one ear out the other, you’re about to repeat yourself before he shoves a hand on your mouth.       “I just wanna try something new, that’s all. Carry on, sweets. Need more M&M’s? I can drive to the store and get them..” kissing your exposed neck a few times, suckling at the flesh, he snickered as you gasped, and that was the end of that. ‧₊˚✩彡.     The thought never completely disappeared from your mind, instead it ran rampant. You were curious, after all. Why would perhaps the chillest and funniest guy you knew, be so scared and nerve-wrecked?      “Hey, hey~!” you hear a familiar voice ring out, and you pick up your head from his pillow that you were laying on, adjusting your eyes so you could drink in his beauty fully. He wasn’t completely in the room, his head was poking out of the door just barely.     “Finally, what were you doing? Took you a few years to come home.” casually getting up from your previous position, you hug your pillow, patiently waiting for his next sentence.      “Ah... Uh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” he shuffled closer into the room, but he never quite came into view, the atmosphere of awkwardness was growing.      Rolling your eyes, you giggle, desperate to have the mood be carefree yet again. “You suck at hiding shit, come on, lemme see, what’d you get me?”       “It was supposed to be a surprise!” he said, exasperated, but he does it anyways.       A beautiful scent of roses wafted throughout the room, a trail of spare rose petals danced down as he strode over to the bed, a playful grin on his lips. You cover your mouth with your hands, squealing.      “Satoru! These are so pretty!” you ecstatically grab at the bouquet, the crinkling of the plastic music to your ears. You sniffed at the roses, pleasantly surprised at just how sweet they smelled. Vibrant hues of pinks and reds, small and large, a loose ribbon holding the bouquet together. Your smile is so wide, you struggle to hide it.      “Glad you like them, honey.” he grinned, taking his shades off and placing them on his nightstand. “Hold on tight, more to come, love.”      He takes a quick jog to the hallway leading to you two’s room, quickly getting out of view. Coming back just 20 seconds later, a teddybear half the size of him now limp in his hands, another ribbon around the teddybear’s neck.      “For you, my sweet.” he sings, setting the plush down onto the covers. You look at the teddybear, staring at you with beady eyes, and back up at Gojo.      “But babe, you’re my teddybear.” you cooed, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him.      You see his facial features soften, before he immediately plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead, “Wouldn’t hurt to have another one, would it?”       You nod your head in agreement.       The chill aura seemed to vanish into thin air as soon as you nod, the silence was almost deafening. He stared at you, and you stared back, you hear your heart steadily pound in your chest. Usually he would make some sort of joke right now and then, but he seemed unusually serious, to the point where you’d be concerned.       “You’ve been acting weird all day, are you okay?-” you ask, but you’re immediately cut off. Gojo gets on one knee, and your heart races and you swear you see the light, playing with the hem of his jean pockets before pulling some sort of wrapper out.      A wrapper?      It’s a Ringpop, two flavors. Blue raspberry and watermelon, he hastily places the blue raspberry one into his pocket again, cursing as he struggled to do so, before finally repositioning.      “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?”      It takes a moment to register into your brain, for one, he was proposing with a Ringpop, but you guess that’s like him, his love of candy was absurd- but a Ringpop of all things?      You feel your face fall, and you hope he doesn’t realize. The thought was good, but it felt strangely.. Tacky, in some ways. Nonetheless, your heart is still pounding rapidly inside of you, and you’re sweating bullets now. Skin burning to the touch, you look at him, heavily breathing.      “Yes, oh my God, yes.” is all you can breathe out.       His solemn face was now beaming, eyes bright and twinkling. He seems to scoff, like he doesn’t quite believe that you said yes to such a request, but he doesn’t want to give it another thought.        Immediately diving headfirst into your face, your lips touch, and even though you had kissed him about a thousand times today, you still returned just as much passion. You felt like your whole body was about to give out, wobbling as he placed the Ringpop onto the covers.       Forgotten, it sat idly, but you didn’t care, and nor did Gojo. Hand now at the back of your neck, the other on your hip, the sound of sloppy kisses filled the otherwise calm room. They were strangely chaste, nothing sexual about them, yet they felt so fulfilling you wonder how he does it. He was unusually good at kissing, but you don’t want to tell him that- the egotistical bastard.      He pulls away from the kiss, and you whine, pulling at the collar of his sweater to come back- to please you- but he pays no mind to you. Instead, he rips open the wrapper, throwing it to the ground, pulling up your limp arm.      With a confident toothy smile on his face, he slipped the translucent pink plastic ring onto your left middle finger.      “That’s my middle.” you say, struggling to stifle your giggle. Who cared about getting a Ringpop? It was the thought that counted, right?      You still felt horrible, for whatever reason.       “I know that.” he doesn’t say it directly to your face, instead shuffling in his pockets once more, before he whips out what looks like a black cube. This time, you recognize an expensive label on it, a miniature velvety black box.       “I just.. Wanted to make sure you were committed, and that you didn’t want me for my money or some bullshit like that.” he grinned, opening the box, he doesn’t give you a moment to eye it, instead plucking it out and slipping it onto your ring finger.      Only then could you look at it, and you cover your mouth once more, tears beginning to form at the corner of your eyes. It was beautiful, truly, and you couldn’t explain it’s beauty with words. Glimmering diamonds, alongside a beautiful silvery frame- it was perfect.      “...Do you like it?” he asks, once again an air of nervousness.      Unable to speak, you hug him instead, now full on bawling. He laughs, rubbing your back, giving you another neck kiss.      “Holy shit, you’re so cute, pumpkin. Or should I say, soon to be spouse?” he cooed.     “Shut up.” you say, still sniffling, snot running down your nose.       He chuckles dryly once again, wiping your tears away with his thumb.      “If you’re not gonna eat that Ringpop, can I?”       “Zip it, can’t you see I’m crying, dummy?” you respond, still ugly crying. It was the best Valentines day you had ever experienced, and nothing could quite conquer it.          

[sweetsubharry]

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you're my favorite ride by louislovesharry

no summary 

At Least As Deep As the Pacific Ocean (I wanna be yours) by babylouis

Louis can’t help but stop and watch him for a moment, how beautiful he looks, sprawled out on the bed, his cock red and hard against his tummy, collar snug against his neck and the bow still placed neatly in his curls to keep them back from Harry’s face.

His boy may be the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Especially tied up like this, body begging to be fucked. Begging to be destoryed.

or

Louis likes to push boundaries, and Harry takes what he gets. Lots of subspace Harry and fonding Louis ensues.

redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo

It's half past 9, and all Harry wants is for Louis to touch him. Preferably after a good spanking.

If you combine a lazy Saturday afternoon with a distracting, pouty Harry, you'll end up with Louis spanking his baby over his knee in the middle of a paused FIFA match.

Pretty please, take care of me ? by kurtcobain

Louis is stressed. Harry wants to help.

Step into the Light by Smolbeanandhisqween

Harry is on the set of his new music video "Lights Up". His husband, Louis, is watching him film the video. He gets jealous of all of the people touching Harry and teaches him a lesson.

Destroy Me, King by stylinsexualxo

After SNL, jealous Louis has a little surprise for Harry when he arrives home.

Can We Pretend (honestly reality bores me) by SadaVeniren

He felt Louis chuckle. “Dreaming of being my supportive, no-name boyfriend again?”

“Always,” Harry whispered. It was true. After all this time together there was no point in hiding any of his fantasies from Louis, no matter how innocent they were. So Louis was well aware of Harry’s desire to be anonymous sometimes - the “no-name” as Louis called him - loyal, a constant presence at Louis’ side.

aka Harry comes and supports Louis at his Scala concert

Let Me Be Good For You by onlyhuman for haroldtbh

His distress over the bun is nothing compared to the thrill Louis feels shoot up his spine at the outfit Harry’s donned. He’s changed into leather jeans that cling to his legs, hugging his thighs snugly. On top of it, a floaty, black sheer shirt is contouring his frame, doing absolutely nothing to hide his puffy nipples or the endless array of tattoos scattered across his torso. It’s Louis’ favourite outfit in the entire world.

Or, Niall's only birthday wish is to go clubbing with his boys in Vegas. Harry ruins it all by wearing that god forsaken black sheer shirt.

You Like Playing Games by orphan_account

Louis knows Harry likes to flirt and tease. Louis knows that he doesn’t particularly like when Harry flirts and teases. Louis knows that Harry knows that Louis doesn’t particularly like it.

But what Louis doesn’t quite know is why, despite that, Harry’s decided to grind against 5 Seconds of Summer’s Luke Hemmings during “Teenage Dirtbag” in the last show in Melbourne.

Basically pure smut.

Do Not Disturb (kiss me beneath the milky twilight) by SadaVeniren

“I was talking with Nick a couple months back and he was saying how our sex life seemed boring and we’d need to keep doing new and interesting things to keep it exciting or else we’d become boring and heterosexual and I defended us of course but then work picked up and we started living off of studio handjobs and missionary position sex in the dark and so I panicked. I googled BDSM and after looking into it I really want to try some of it because I think we’d enjoy it but we just don’t have the time.”

aka Harry doesn't want to become a boring old married couple a year into their relationship and tries to spice up their sex life.

Forgetting Frisco by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry probably knew when he decided to wear that goddamn sheer shirt onstage in Toronto that it was going to drive Louis absolutely insane with want. He probably didn't know that Louis was going to proceed to fuck him so good he had flashbacks for years to come just like Frisco, but then again, you won't hear him complaining.

(Basically 6k of Louis worshipping Harry's body and doing it all in front of a mirror so Harry can worship, too.)

Mon Petit by coffinofachimera

Harry wears the 'Mon Petit' sweater while Louis records them on their private 

falling for you, i can't keep away by hegotthedagger plane

Harry wants Louis really bad and Louis might want him just as much.

Always In My Heart by sweaterpawstyles

The tweet itself was not startling at all. Harry saw people retweet it nearly every day for years now. It always made him smile to see how many people had retweeting Louis showing his love for Harry on that day.

What was startling was underneath where the fan had retweeted it, Harry saw the small number 1M written on it.

Harry froze, completely unable to move anything in his body. He knew Louis had the second most retweeted tweet of all time, but it reached a million retweets. One million people believed in Louis' love for Harry. Or AIMH hits 1 million & facetime sex ensues

You and Me by louisgrindsonharry

Harry and Louis have dabbled in the idea of BDSM but Harry finally wants to take it farther and Louis has to figure out how to take care of his boy.

they shake, you conquer (and I'm left to their devices) by butidontreallycare

smut. a little love for Harry's thighs, but mostly just smut. I am not ashamed

Daddy Came Home by RuinedBy5Guys

“You got yourself off.” He says quietly, his eyes locked on Harry’s. Harry’s face flushes and he tries to cover it, shoving himself towards Louis. He drops to his knees, leaning close between his husbands spread thighs. He puts his hands on his dress pants, carefully feeling the material at his knees.

“How did you know?” He asks quietly. Louis drops his face, grabbing over Harry’s hands with his own. Harry lowers his gaze, staring at the carpet underneath him.

“You were asleep. You always get tired after an orgasm. Not to mention how flushed you are.” He says quietly, raking his eyes over Harry’s body. Harry glances up at him, his actions becoming more clear to him now that Louis was home.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, dropping his eyes again.

“What was that?” Louis snaps, reaching to bring Harry’s face up again. Harry gulps, shuffling closer on his knees, the joints aching already.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Harry says, his green eyes locked on Louis’ blue ones. Louis smiles slightly, stroking his fingers over his husbands cheeks softly.

“Just gonna have to spank you now, aren’t I?”

OR... Harry teases and Daddy punishes him in the best ways possible

take me into your loving arms by blankiehxrry

twas the night of the brit awards

I Wanna Do What Bunnies Do With You by MoreThanTonight

“Lou.. Not here?” Harry pulled off with a gasp. “There are people in the next room. What if they hear us?“

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you, love?” Louis winked.

It's Harry's birthday and Louis wants to make it a birthday he won't forget. Louis is an art student, Harry is his boyfriend and muse.

if they find out, will it all go wrong? by blankiehxrry

madison square garden shenanigans

Happy Birthday by sleepingalone

“You wanna use that right now?” he asked incredulously, wondering how horny Louis must be. They had just fucked a few hours ago, before falling asleep. Surely he didn’t want to use it already.

“You said we had to wait till my birthday, and it’s my birthday,” Louis said cheekily, throwing Harry a small grin. Harry groaned into the pillow, burying his head in it.

“But I’m tired, Lou. I need my beauty rest.”

“I already undid the packaging,” Louis whined. “Please, can we just do it real quick? It would really make my day. My birthday,” he added. “You can go to sleep afterwards, Sleeping Beauty.”

or

Louis just really wants to use his new vibrating butt plug on Harry and turn him into a broken mess.

I Knew Right From the Beginning That You Would End Up Winning by aalexandravictoriaa

"I remember the first day I met you," Louis says, using his thumbs to make Harry open up to him even more. "I remember wanting to take you right there on the fucking street. I wanted to bend you over and bury myself in you over and over again. I couldn't then, but I'm going to now, baby. First with my tongue, then with my cock."

OR

Harry is Louis' favorite camboy and Louis becomes his Daddy.

In Motion by FictitiousFanatisch (orphan_account)

They'd only talked about it once a few weeks ago. Harry always liked it when Louis was in control and he said there was something about being denied constantly that made him even more turned on.

or

It's a lazy day and Harry wants Louis to edge him. (That's literally it.)

I'm Gonna Love You (Until You Hate me) by sweaterpawstyles

As if reading his mind, Louis glanced over his glasses at Harry, presumably because Harry didn't reply to his statement earlier.

"I decided to get my glasses out again," he chuckled, winking at Harry. "Do you like them?"

Harry felt his face heat up. No, he didn't just like them. He fucking loved them and wanted to ride Louis and call him daddy while he wore them. But he didn't want to just tell Louis this.

Or

Louis wears glasses and Harry doesn't like to be teased

I have often prayed for an angel by orphan_account

“Daddy,” he whines, voice already growing high in pitch. “Can I? Please?” “Of course angel,” Louis whispers fondly, hand tangling in Harry’s hair as he brushes it back. He loves Harry’s long strands, maybe even more than Harry does himself. “You look so beautiful on your knees like that, so eager to suck my cock.” “Mhm,” Harry hums, already licking at Louis’ slit. He begins to suckle softly at the head, peering up at Louis with wide eyes. The angel wings stretch on either side of him, and it’s so obscene, how filthy the act they’re doing is in contrast to the white feathers adorning Harry’s back. “Love your cock Daddy.” Or, the one in which Louis fucks Harry in the VS wings after he wears them onstage.

down and dirty, you're loving me so loud by orphan_account

Harry's finally twenty and there's a few things he wants.

feels so good getting what i want. by stylescantstop

Harry is a slutty yoga teacher with his sights set on Louis and Louis wants to pull that long hair of his while he fucks him really hard from behind.

Empyrean, You Fool by becauseitrhymes

Louis only realized it was actually happening once the reality of getting to carry boxes to his new flat settled in. He’d moved out of his parent’s just two days prior, with a stomach full of butterflies and no knowledge of how to do anything remotely adult, like, at all.

He’s only twenty-three years old, too, and he thinks he’s done pretty well for such a young age, considering he’s bought a flat with his money and had driven his car to get there and hadn’t cried (much) when leaving his parents. All in all, Louis thinks it’s pretty cool.

And then he’s sitting on his couch watching football in his lounge in his flat and hell yeah, it’s pretty cool.

AU where Louis moves next door to Harry, Louis falls in love with Harry, sex ensues.

Love Me Like You Do by sweaterpawstyles

Of all of the things Louis had imagined, never did he expect to become a chief editor for a magazine and to date the world-famous model Harry Styles. But he certainly never imagined one day that he would be anxiously awaiting a phone call from the top floor of an office building to tell the Harry Styles to get himself dolled up and ready to wait for his Daddy to come home before he got fucked into the mattress.

Or

Harry is a famous model and Louis is a quiet writer who may or may not be his Dom

A Hard Day's Work by louisruinedlife (orphan_account)

A bad day at work for Harry usually means turning in early. A bad day at work for Louis leads to something else entirely.

*Can be read as a stand alone.

the big idea by orphan_account

University students Harry and Zayn are filming a prank for YouTube that requires Harry to walk around campus asking random men if he could suck their dick. One of the guys, Louis, who agrees to such offer is too attractive for Harry to pass down.

He doesn't think its much of a prank anymore after that.

throw me in the deep end, watch me drown by orphan_account

“That's why you were late, eh?” he teases as Harry frantically tries to hide the dildos and the collar in the drawer. “Having too much fun to think about good ole Louis?”

“You were having fun too,” Harry replies weakly. Louis honestly has never seen a person be in such a shade of red.

“Yeah, but my fun didn't involve colourful dildos and nipple clamps.”

or the one where louis really needs to pass his a-levels and harry is his tutor who doesn’t really own a dog.

Give It To Me (I'm Worth It) by sweaterpawstyles

"Who the hell puts lube packets in their sock?"

"A boy who wanted to get fucked in the locker room by his daddy," Harry said innocently. "I have my good intentions, Lou."

or

Louis can't resist Harry in the red shorts that he wore during the James Corden skit. Featuring locker room sex.

don't let nobody touch it (unless that somebody's me) by stylescantstop

written for this prompt:

"louis knows Harry gets handsy when he's drunk, but that doesn't stop him from showing harry who he belongs to."

or the one where harry dances with other men and a jealous louis reminds him he's the only one who can make him come completely apart.

causing trouble up in hotel rooms (baby, I'm perfect) by felixandtae

A fan threw a Green Bay Packers crop top on stage and Harry kept it. We all know what happened after that.

sweet like cinnamon by brainwaves for SuburbanWarrior

It all started with bumping into Louis at Gemma’s mate’s wedding. Well, maybe it really started with Harry making heart eyes at the boy in jersey number 17 all those years ago. Now all he can think about is getting into Louis’ pants and maybe staying there for a really, really long time.

Or the one where Harry calls Louis daddy and it all spirals out of control from there.

Fulfilling Your Needs by unmeshed

“You want to be messy, baby? Filled with Daddy’s come? So much that you can barely hold it all in?"

Harry nods softly and Louis leans in to kiss him on the lips with a smile. “Want Daddy to plug you up after? Keep it inside of you all day?"

“Lou,” Harry whines, softly rubbing himself against his boyfriend, biting down on Louis’ bottom lip before he deepens the kiss, sneaking his tongue inside.

Louis’ll be damned if he can’t make Harry’s dreams come true.

or

Louis buys Harry an ejaculating dildo because Harry wants to feel full.

Like a Kitten by peaceloveandlarry

"Erm, I, uh, well, I think... I think you're really pretty, and I, um, I want to fuck you- I mean! Oh god. I- I want to go out? Yea! I want to go out."

Or Harry likes to wear kitten ears, and Louis happens to think Harry looks nice with them.

into another serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

Harry's the yearbook photographer who's been assigned to take pictures of Louis, the new captain of the football team. Harry's got a massive, obvious crush on Louis and somehow, Louis feels the same way.

Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

need a little sweetness in my life by mercutionotromeo

Harry's always liked feeling desperate and small when Louis touches him, but when he sucks Harry off...it’s fucking otherworldly. Desperate’s not really the word at that point - it’s helpless. Like… like the fucking world could stop spinning and Harry wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until Louis finished him off with his lips and his tongue.

Or, Harry and Louis go to university together. Harry really likes it when Louis sucks him off, and Louis really likes it when Harry calls him Daddy.

(Sequel to "into another serotonin overflow")

Cheeky Princess by Noelle1224

Harry and panties. What more is there to explain?

I'm Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by Phillipa19

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry's sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by Phillipa19

Louis had been in meetings all day, he should have known that Harry wouldn't be ignored for much longer.

-OR-

Louis is Harry's sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved.

As always please make sure to stay safe and read the tags!! ❤ ❤

[shadowling-guistical]

Sit and Bleed.

Roman asks Remus for advice, and Remus delivers. In his own, mildly disturbing way. Somehow, bonding ensues.

Yeah idk either. I shared this to one of my friends and they said, and I quote, "Hey mishi i love you but wtf? Did remus posess you?"

So like, enjoy?

WARNING: Extensive blood talk, period talk, mild injury, mild gore, and generally just canon typical Remus shenanigans.

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"Do you think that it's true?" Roman had asked him one day, "That writing is easy? That you could just sit at a typewriter and… And bleed?"

It had been dusk, and somehow, Roman had Imaginationed the setting sun to send it's final rays streaking across his room. From where Remus had been lying, splayed out on Roman's carpet like a human sacrifice waiting for a malevolent god, it looked sickeningly beautiful. The gold that bathed the room, the warmth and splendour, he thought it was just saccharinely horrid.

Roman turned his chair to face him. Remus turned his head. A heartbeat turned into two before he scoffed.

"Please," Remus idly picked his nose, rolling the products he found jammed up in his sniffer into a small hard ball and flicked it off to god knows where. He hoped it landed on Roman's pillow. "If writing were that easy, I'd twist my foot off and feed it to Virgil's tarantula,"

"It used to be,"

Remus sighed, swinging his legs up before he leapt onto his feet with a soft oof. Roman went back to his writing, ignoring the sound of Remus' spine popping when he straightened himself. The Duke sauntered to Roman's desk, looking over his shoulder to see…

Nothing.

Well, nothing substantial .

Bits of writing here, a doodle there, scratched out ideas at the corner, angry scribbles at another…Oof.

His twin must have noticed, because Roman’s tone was bitter.

“Not anymore,”

"Yeah well," Remus muttered, thinking of glittering yellow eyes filled with mischief and a sly smirk underneath a shadowy hood, "A lot of other things used to be easy too,"

"Well? What do you think?"

Riiiiight, typewriting and bleeding. Remus scoffed, "Well willya lookit that. You never asked me before, why start now?"

Roman groaned, "... Remus I’m serious here,"

"Hey! It's true," Remus swiped the paper and crumpled it into a ball. Without looking, he threw it over the shoulder. Roman scowled when he sees it bounce onto his bed, "What's up, Prince stink-a-lot? You ask me to come hang out. You didn't kick me out when I wiped boogers onto that skinned angora cat you call a carpet, and now you're asking me questions? What gives?"

"...it's just…"

God, it’s just this and it’s just that , Remus wanted to pull his hair out already. He wished Roman would just spit it out. Just vomit it out and get this over with. Really, getting his stupid twin to just spew whatever was rattling in that noggin if his was worse than pulling teeth out of a gator. And Remus would know, he tried it a lot over the years.

"I just wanted to be like you,"

And there it was, whatever thing that had been sitting in his twin’s gut like a 5 foot long tapeworm.

…

Like him.

Like Remus.

The Duke of Dastardly Deeds.

Mr. Dark and Disgusting himself.

Roman "Pretty Boy" Sanders wanted to be like him?

Remus leaned forward, far more amused than shocked.

"...You're fucking with me,"

"No, I am not," Roman was looking at him with those intense green eyes of his and woah… the guy really was serious, wasn't he?

Huh.

Curiosity reared it's head, familiar and cloying somewhere inside of Remus'  stomach. Then again, it could have been the extra potent shaving cream he had over his deodorant earlier today. Who fucking knows.

"Why?" He finally asked.

"Because… You've always made it look so… easy," Shaking hands ran through unruly curls, "It comes easier for you than it did for me. Always did. Just— How do you do it, Remus?"

The other twin considered it for a moment.

Had it really? Admittedly, Remus didn’t really notice it. He hummed. Sit on a typewriter and let yourself bleed , huh?

Well. He apparently had a crisis to handle.

Remus leaned against Roman's desk. Lightly, he ran rough, clumsy fingers on a splotch of dried ink absorbed into wood.

The tone that his Other Half (Don't make it weird Tumblr, he didn't mean that way. So put those pitchforks down and back away. Thanks.) had used while gesturing to the stack of papers and feather quills on his desk now morphed into disgust, "it feels like I just don't have any flowing in me anymore,"

"Well duh," long, dirty fingernails tapped against polished wood, "It's because bleeding isn't supposed to be easy, you doofus," He sighed, and Roman’s expression caused him to nearly want to groan and drape himself over the table. God, it was so fucking obvious that Roman really had no idea, did he? "You know, If you wanna go all gross metaphor with me, you gotta at least not half ass it,"

"Okay, but half ass it how? That how the saying goes,"

With all the tact and delicacy of a blunt axe, Roman’s words were cut off.

"Then it's a shit saying,"Before Roman could protest, "Look do you want me to help or not? Yeah? Then good. Just shut up for a sec and spill the juicy details," Pause, "Okay, what do you know about periods?"

Roman stiffened, obviously beginning to not like where the conversation was steered to. Because not even Jesus could take the wheel when Remus was behind it. However, Roman reluctantly let his shoulders relax when his twin brushed him off with an eye roll. Cautiously, because Remus still needs to be handled much like a skunk would.

"Remus— “

"Oh just relax. This is going somewhere. Trust me. And I won't do any shit I can't clean up. Just answer the question,"

Roman looked queasy, but swallowed heavily. He supposed he did ask, "I guess, just what Thomas learned in Sex Ed,"

Hm, he could work with that.

"So absolutely shit! Great! I just love the educational system in Florida. Wonderful. Wish the Nerdy Wolverine was here to tell you. But you only got me so it'll have to do— Should've prepared a whole musical number about it too—"

Remus held out his palms, and Roman sees the skin tighten. It strained and stretched before it ripped into a bloody gash.  Roman grimaced, the other unperturbed. In fact, he daresay Remus looked curious. Like he was mulling over what to say.

"Eh, Follow up— Have" Remus let the blood pool into his cupped hands. A tablespoonful turned into a cupful and soon it was overflowing. He tipped his hand so that the blood dribbled down. Drip drip drip, a small stream of blood hit the floor in splatters, "Have you seen it before? Period blood?"

"What?” Oh god, he feels like he could gag, “Gross—! No of course not,"

Remus rolled his eyes.

"Unfeminist much?" The dry tone was met with protest.

"I'm not!—" Roman spluttered, "I don't go around looking for what comes out of people's pants, Remus!"

"Yeah yeah, but did you know they're chunky though?"

"I— What the fuck Remus?"

"Just...humour me for a sec. So they're chunky," Remus sort of flicked his hand, sending smaller droplets flying. A particularly large droplet streaked across Roman’s floor, "Thick goopy, disgusting— Hey, think of that the next time you scoop out some Crofters eh?"

Well, there nearly goes Roman's lunch.

"Oh god.” He pushed down the tickle at the back of his throat, “Please don't— Just, get to the point,"

"Okay okay. Jeez. The point is," two scarred, calloused hands rubbed together, letting the blood smear, "Is that even blood flows differently,"

The hands raised up, tinged red and both of them marred with an angry, red, jagged tear.

"Look at this shit. See? Not everything that comes out is the same. Some places will drip. Others flow and some? They're chunky. That's just how it is. you can't expect chunky blood to flow as easily as fresh blood,"

Without letting Roman mull on the morbid metaphor, he ploughed on.

"Oh yeah— And blood coagulates. It dries up and turns to scab. It won't stay bleeding forever. It's not supposed to. And expecting it to is just stupid, so write that down with your fancy quill,"

Blinking, Roman's mind slowly caught up with him.

Flowing blood and drying and scabbing— He soon deflated.

Oh.

Oh…

He just watched wordlessly as Remus wiped his hand against the fabric of his outfit. Flakes of dried blood sprinkled down joining the droplets on the ground like some sort of morbid snow.

" And just in case you forget, because of course you do. Scabbing is good. Personal experience guaranteed. It heals things. Plus…" the hand with the cut waved again. Exaggeratedly, mockingly, and even Roman couldn't help but to crack a smile, "You gotta make a pretty deep cut if you wanna bleed a lot,"

Maybe Roman was imagining the softer tone that Remus had let bleed into his voice.

"And if you bleed a lot, you gotta let yourself scab,"

A long, slow exhale.

He had to let himself scab.

"And… You've kinda been bleeding a lot, didn’tcha?"

"I…" Roman swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, "...Yeah...I think so,"

"Been making some huge cut lately to get it flowing?…"

"...Mmmm…" Shaking breaths, fragile and soft. Okay… okay… "Remus?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you… do you think I can… I should—"

Should he stop?

"... Course you could, you stupid bleeding heart…" a hand found itself in Roman's hair, gently carding it. Really, almost petting it, "...But fuck Ro, if that isn't the thing we all love about you, you doof. Of course you can. And you should. In fact, I am telling you to,"

Hesitantly, a pair of arms circled themselves over Roman's shoulder, pulling him close.

Remus didn't mention it when he saw broad shoulders decorated in tassels begin to  shake. He didn't pay attention to the soft sobs that sent a Prince, unwavering and strong, shaking. He didn't care about the way Roman's face had crumpled.

"It's time to let it scab, Roman. And try not to pick at it too much,”

Outside, the figure that had been leaning against the door for the better part of the last 10 minutes smiled.

Heh… Credit where credit's due, he supposed.

He tilted his bowler hat forward and began walking down the hallway. No need to worry.

Who knew that the Duke had it in him.

[mystical-flute]

I Got Chills, They're Multiplyin' (SFWeek Day 4)

Red String Of Fate/True Love or Movie Of Your Choice AU

GREASE

AO3 || FFN

@mysteryandnonstopfun

Her senior year was not going the way she had thought it would.

When she had stumbled upon Neal Gold at Storybrooke High School, after thinking she would never see him after their amazing summer together, she had thought her senior year, despite it being in a new place, was going to be one for the books.

Well, it was turning out to be one for the books, but not the good books. No, it was part of the bad books, where the protagonist thought she had made good, true friends and then everyone was writing terrible things about her in the bathroom stall, or thinking she was too easy…

Or too much like Sandra Dee…

She resented that - she didn’t even like any of Sandra Dee’s movies, nor did she think she looked like her!

She supposed the biggest problem was with Neal’s friends - the T-Birds. None of them seemed to like that she wasn’t anything like Lily, or any of the other not-typical girls.

It was because of them that she didn’t think she understood what it was Neal really wanted from her, or if he still had feelings for her like he’d had on that beach during the summer.

The Pink Ladies had been… kind enough, she supposed. All but Lily, had been welcoming to her, and had invited her to sleepovers, even if the one had ended badly.

Still, Emma needed to make a decision, and she needed to make one fast. The senior carnival was coming up, and it would be her last chance to make an impression on Neal.

And she knew, even though she wasn’t sure if they were even friends, Emma could only turn to one person: Lily.

There had been whispers about Lily, ever since that night at the drive-in, but Emma didn’t pay them any mind. Yes, it would be a bit… unorthodox if Lily was pregnant, but Lily was a good person, and really, what happened in her bedroom was none of Emma’s business.

“Lily?” Emma asked, catching her in a hidden alcove of the school. “Oh! Are you okay?”

Lily’s eyes were red, like she’d been crying, but her mouth was pulled down into the frown she always seemed to have. “What’s it to you, Emma?” she asked. “You come to rub it in my face that I’m a harlot?”

“What? No! Of course not! Who’s been saying that about you?” Emma felt anger begin to burn inside her.

“Half the school, but never mind that. What do you want?” Lily tossed a makeup-streaked tissue in the nearby trash can.

Emma chewed on her bottom lip, before taking a deep breath. “Well… the school carnival is coming up and I - I really want to ‘wow’ Neal.”

Lily let out a watery chuckle. “I think you’ve been ‘wow-ing’ Neal all year, Sandra Dee.”

“Stop calling me that!” Emma snapped. “And even if I am wow-ing him, he’s really not responding to it so I - I want a makeover. Like... more your style.”

Lily tilted her head. “Like me, huh? Well, I ain’t got nothing else to do today, so I guess I can give it a shot. How do you feel about leather?”

Leather? Emma had never owned anything leather aside from a purse and shoes, but she smiled despite her nerves. “Well… whatever you think will work.”

Lily smirked. “Good. C’mon, we can walk to my house from here.”

Emma nodded, picking up her book bag.

Goodbye Sandra Dee, hello Emma Nolan.

Varsity sweaters were so much more itchy than Neal Gold had ever thought they were.

Dorky? Yes, but he never imagined they were so itchy.

Or maybe it was just his nerves getting the best of him. It could be hard to tell, especially since he’d never been nervous before.

He hoped Emma liked the sweater. She always seemed to wear a sweater, even when it wasn’t particularly cold outside.

Unfortunately for Neal, it wasn’t cold outside. In fact, Maine was having some sort of freak heatwave, and he felt more gross with the sweat than he ever did while working with August on Greased Lightning.

Speaking of August…

“You look like such a nerd, Neal! What the hell were you thinking?”

Neal scowled. “Look, I just wanna impress Emma, alright? I wanna show her that I’ve changed - that I can be soft like her!”

“Ha! You wimp. There are plenty of other girls around that won’t make you change. Why do you keep trying with her?”

Neal frowned, tugging on the sleeve of the sweater. “She’s just different. You wouldn’t get it, seeing how you and Lily have blown up.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Is it?”

“Hey Neal.”

He jumped, startled, and turned around. Standing before him was Emma… he thought.

Instead of a slicked back ponytail, her hair lay in waves around her shoulders.Her iconic white sweater had been replaced by a red leather jacket and black shirt, and instead of a skirt, she wore tight leather pants.

Oh.

“Oh - uh h-hey Emma. Gee, that’s a new get up!”

“Tell me about it, stud .”

He would jump her right now if there weren’t people around. She looked so good in that outfit but… he stopped, looking down at the sweater.

It wasn’t her.

“May I escort the lady through the hall of mirrors?” he asked.

She chewed on the end of a candy cigarette. “I suppose so…”

“What’re you doing wearing that?” he asked with a frown when they were alone.

“What are you doing wearing that varsity sweater?”

“I lettered in track! I thought you’d like a guy who lettered in some sorta sport, since you were a cheerleader and all.”

Emma paused. “And I thought you’d want a girl who wore all leather.”

“Nah, Emma… you’re the one that I want,” he said. “Just the way you are.”

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Are you sure this is what you really want?”

“What I really want is you.”

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Part FIVE

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,500

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School was okay, Jeremy hadn’t come to school so you had a pretty decent day as you didn’t have to deal with his constant teasing. You had gone about your day, talking with friends and meeting Ned and Peter for lunch, until the last bell rang and you excitedly packed your things and skipped to your locker.

You were especially excited to get home today because last night over dinner, Tony suggested we should barbecue outside tonight and hang out at the pool. You put your books in your locker and stood by it, waiting for Peter. While you waited, you were towered over by a shadow behind you, and you turned around to see a tall guy with his friends, smirking down at you. You smiled tightly and awkwardly, nodding slowly as he just started at you while holding that smirk. Finally, after what felt like forever, he spoke up.

“Hey girl.” He said smugly, nodding once.

You gave him a polite smile and nodded back. “Hi.” He chuckled and leaned toward you, crossing his arms and leaning against your locker.

“What are you doing later?” He asked, his friends chuckling behind him. You looked around for Peter, not trying to make it obvious but you really wanted him to show up. Any time now…

“Uhh, I am going to go home and hang out with my family.” You said, tilting your head and smiling, turning around again, mentally cursing when Peter still wasn’t rounding the corner. You sighed and turned to see him looking at you up and down. You immediately began to feel twice as uncomfortable and you started to shift on your feet nervously.

“Why don’t you ditch those plans, and come to my house to hang out? I’d like to get to know you better.” He smirked. You couldn’t hide your grimace as you shook your head.

“Nnno thanks, I’d rather go home and relax. I’m kinda tired.” You said, giving him a lopsided grin and deciding to just get out of there and text Peter to meet you somewhere else, but he got in front of you blocking your way.

“Oh, come on honey. There will be other times to go home, don’t miss out on an opportunity like this.” He said, pointing at himself, his friends agreeing behind him. You put your hand up to refuse.

“I think I’ll be fine.” You chuckled, trying again to walk around him but he grabbed your arm to stop you. You silently gasped and looked down at your arm, and he immediately let go.

“Look. I’m just saying, a lot of girls want to date me so the fact that I’m coming to you should make you feel spe-“ He was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder and he turns around to see Peter. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s looking at the guy suspiciously. “Can I help you?”

Peter looks at you for a brief moment before looking back at him. You sigh in relief at his presence and visibly relax. “Uh, Yeah, you can. You can go bother someone else, she’s clearly uncomfortable and doesn’t wanna talk to you. So if you could lay off, that’d be great.” He says, giving him a tight smile and walking over to stand by you.

“Look kid, you weren’t here when we were talking. So you don’t know how she feels so lets just let the lady decide.” He smirked, pointing towards you. Peter then took a defensive step towards him and looked up at him since he was a bit taller than him.

“She turned you down twice. I know it. So back off.” Peter said sternly. The two boys stared at each other before the other finally backing off. He let out a chuckle, looking at you right in the eyes.

“Didn’t take you as the loser type.” He quipped, turning around and walking away. Peter started at him but you grabbed his arm.

“It’s okay! He doesn’t matter, just leave it.” You smiled genuinely at him, his frown softening into a smile. You both made your way outside to look for Happy and stood at the sidewalk, waiting for his car.

“Did he touch you, or hurt you?” He asked. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay really. And no, he didn’t hurt me. He grabbed my arm but it wasn’t rough at all. Don’t worry this had happened before, not my first time.” You chuckled. You finally spotted Happy’s car and you both got in, excited for tonight.

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“How was the test?” Happy asked you both, referring to the test you had taken today at school. Peter went on to explain how easy the test was while you stared out the window for a moment.

“Yeah it wasn’t as easy for me, since I'm not as smart as this braniac,” You teased, ruffling Peter’s hair, causing his to chuckle. “But it wasn’t too hard either. I guess it was a pretty challenging test. I hope I passed.” You shrug. Peter reassured you and you smiled, thanking him before arriving at the compound.

You said hi to everybody, giving Steve, Tony, Nat, and Bucky a hug before running upstairs to stretch. You got in your leotard and began to stretch your legs, moving on to practicing a few easy dances that didn’t require much space since you were practicing  in your room. You didn’t know why you preferred practicing in your room instead of the gym where there's lots of space, maybe you just felt more cozy in your room. Your room was still really big though, so it wasn’t cramped. But seeing how much you practiced in there, Tony just decided to install a stretching bar on one of the walls.

You had taken up ballet when you were younger, after you had gotten back from the ice, and it had just stuck with you. You stopped attending recitals or taking classes when you were in 7th grade but you practiced and remembered the basics and a few dances you did on the stage.

After practicing, you changed into some clothes and went downstairs to join the team. Everyone was in the second living room of the compound, closest to the backyard. You sat next to Steve and he smiled, wrapping an arm around you. “You excited?” He asked. You nodded, a  wide grin displayed on your features. Tony and Clint got up from the couches to go take the meat out of the fridge and take it out to the grill. “Alright, we’re gonna start on the barbecue now.” Everyone nodded and began to go upstairs to change. You and Peter raced upstairs and you both went to your rooms to change into your outfits.

“Last one in the pool is a big loser!” You yelled over to Peter before slamming the door to your room. You put on your two piece suit, and ran out your room, trudging down the stairs. You were coming up behind Steve and he turned around at the sound of your hurried footsteps. Steve smirked before snatching you off the ground and holding you bridal style. “Steeeeve!” You whined partly annoyed, twisting around in his grip.

“Why are you running? You’ll get there.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. You grunted as you pushed him away. He smirked and tightened his grip on you, smiling widely when he heard you burst into bubbly giggles from him expertly squeezing at your sides. “What’s this whole ‘rushing to get in the pool’ thing, huh?” He asked. You blushed, cackling when he began scratching at a particularly ticklish spot on your ribs.

“STOHOHOP! I CAHAHANT!” You squealed, making Steve giggle along with you. After a few more moments of torture, he finally stilled his fingers. You relaxed in his hold, panting and holding his hands at bay for good measure.

“I'm racing with Peter.” You giggled. Steve hummed and let you down, watching as you ran off again. Surprisingly, Peter still wasn’t out. Just as he came running outside you let out a cheer and jumped into the pool. He sighed disappointedly, and you brought your head out of the water. “Why’d you take so long? Your swimsuit is literally just a pair of shorts.” You giggled, closing your eyes before the water hit your face as he made a big splash.

“I couldn’t find my shorts so it took me longer to change.” He chuckled. You laughed and shook your head at him. He’s always losing his stuff. A few more minutes went by before the rest of the team joined you all in the pool. Bucky, Steve, Thor, Sam, Nat, Wanda, and Pietro were in the water while Bruce and Vision were on the reclining chairs, and Tony and Clint were cooking the meat. You and Peter splashed around, using pool noodles and water guns, Eventually, everyone in the pool joined you and Peter’s little battle, grabbing their own water guns and fighting every man for himself. Nat and Bucky had the upper hand in the water gun fight, for obvious reasons.

After a while, Bucky had won the fight. You jumped out the pool and wrapped your hair in a towel to not track water inside. You had forgotten your flipflops inside so you had to go get them. You shivered as the cold air of the compound hit your body that was warm from the pool water. You hurried to find your shoes before going back outside and taking your towel out. When you came back, Thor was messing around with Nat, throwing her up in the air and catching her. She was yelling at him to stop, the team laughing at her expense. You smiled, taking a seat on the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in.

“Thor stohohohop!” She squeals, causing another round of laughter from the team. He throws her up one more time, laughing handsomely when she yelps again before putting her back down. She growled, feigning annoyance as she swam as far away from him. You giggled, grabbing Thor’s attention. He smiled widely at you before nodding. “Would you like a go, little one?” He asked, the team turning to look at you with wide smiles. You shrunk yourself a bit, shaking your head shyly.

“Nohoho. No thanks.” You squeaked. The team began to chuckle, yelling random “come on”s and “don’t be scared” and “it’ll be fun.” You still shook your head, giggling and getting nervous when Thor swam his way over to you.

“Nonsense! Don’t be scared, darling. Its fun!” He chuckled, grabbing you and bringing you to his chest, chuckling at your protests.

“Nohohoho.” You giggled, squealing when he picked you up and held you over his head. The team began to chuckle at your nervous state.

“Just relax, y/n, it’ll be fun.” Steve smirked at you, giving you an encouraging nod. Thor grinned before throwing you up high, causing you to scream. You laughed frantically as he caught you, tapping his shoulder repeatedly. “Okayokayokay, I'm done, let me GOHOHOOO!” You shrieked when he suddenly threw you up again, sending the team into hysterics. You were really scared in the moment but at the same time you were having so much fun. You knew Thor knew what he was doing but you couldn’t help the nervous butterflies in your stomach as you flew through the air.

 “Thohohor wahahahait!!Hahahaha!” You tried before falling into silent laughter as he threw you up again. Thor laughed along with the team, throwing you up again before suddenly bringing your stomach up to his face, blowing a big, slobbery raspberry. You shrieked, pushing at his head and throwing your head back in hysterics. “THOHOHOR!!”

The team once again found themselves in a fit of laughter at your expense. Thor continued to throw you up, blowing a raspberry on your belly every time he’d catch you. Somehow, his rasperries on your wet skin made the feeling 10 times worse. After throwing you up one last time and playfully biting your ribs, he set you back down in the water. You could barely stand so you decided to just float around, letting out residual giggles.

 “Now it’s the Spiderboy’s turn!”

Spiderboy was gone

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You got out of the shower, feeling really tired from the night in the pool. You changed into some warm pajamas and went down to the kitchen to get a late night snack. You settled on a granola bar and went back up to your room and get in bed before falling asleep.

A couple of hours later, you woke up, looking at the clock on your nightstand. It was almost 3am. You were feeling hungry again so you sighed and got up to get to the kitchen. Time at the pool always made you extra hungry after. When you jogged up the stairs, you noticed light shine from under Bucky’s door to his room. You were confused to why his light was on this late so you peeked your head in to see him with his hands on his knees, sitting on the edge of the bed. You frowned, since you realized he probably had a nightmare and woke up. You felt bad for him, since these nightmares were common for him to have. You opened the door a but more to show your presence, smiling lightly when Bucky’s eyes met yours. “Oh, hey, what are you still doing up?’ He asked. You smirked a bit, sassing him.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You walk over to him, smiling as he breathed out a laugh. He returned his gaze to the ground and sighed.

“Just another one of those nightmares again.” He shrugged. You sat next to him, holding his hand in the both of yours. You both sat there in silence for a few moments before you spoke again.

“Are you gonna try to go to sleep again?” You ask, looking up at him. He pauses, shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t think so, baby doll.” He sighed, not taking his eyes off the floor. You drop your gaze, looking at some of the books on his shelf before you came to an idea.

“What if I stay with you until you fall asleep? That way you can sleep peacefully and you won’t be tired and grumpy tomorrow.” You smiled hopefully. Bucky chuckled and sighed, giving in. He knew you weren’t gonna go to sleep either if you knew he was still up. He laid back down on the bed and opened his arms towards you. “Sure honey.” You grinned and got under the covers and snuggled up to him, squeezing him in a tight hug. He laid there, staring out into nothing, absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair.

Although you were the one who fell asleep first, Bucky felt extremely comforted by your act of kindness and not long after, he found himself drifting off with a peaceful expression on his face.

[craftypeaceturtle]

B is for Baby Time!

Summary: They finally get to meet the newest arrival for their family.

Note: Part of a series but can be read alone! The ABCs of their little family! Demus and Royality. 

The beginning- A is for Arrival

Next part: C is for Choas!

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They got the call at exactly midnight. The second it turned to December they had prepared everything ready in case the baby would be early; they would not run around like headless chickens when the moment came. They had a baby carrier filled with blankets and a change of baby clothes that stood guard over their front door. But the 10th of December passed without any update. Remus was particularly insufferable but then again Janus had his own special brand of impatience. But all of that fell to pieces when they finally got the call at midnight that their surrogate had gone into labour. The baby was coming.

Janus blanched as he violently slapped Remus’ arm to get him up. He got up and started storming down the stairs all while silently gaping at the phone. Remus slunked after him before it suddenly dawned on him why Janus would be panicking at a phone call. 

The plan had been to sit at home and wait until the baby was born then drive carefully and calmly to the hospital. That lasted a good... 20 minutes? “Do you want to go and wait in the hospital?” Janus finally sighed. Remus’ fidgeting stopped for the first time since the call.

“Why? Do you wanna sit in a waiting room for hours on end?” Remus kept staring ahead. 

“Well I don’t know about you, but I can totally just sit here for several more hours.”

“We...” Remus sighed and wiped at his eyes, “We should be making the most of this really. Our last night of uninterrupted sleep.”

“Okay then, go to sleep then,” Janus laughed. Remus chuckled.

“Okay, let’s get going shall we?” Remus got up and held out his curled arm like the gentleman he was. 

“We shall... after you put actual clothes on. I’m sure the nurses don’t want to see your manky boxers,” Janus chuckled and pulled and flicked him with the waistband.  

They launched themselves at the car and only just remembered to actually grab the baby carrier. Sitting in the hospital room both felt like a relief and horrifically underwhelming. There were here now! They were here ready for any and all news. No need to keep anyone hanging. They felt productive just sitting there. But also... Both of them were just sitting there. In their rushed on jogging bottoms and baggy jumpers, with Remus’ wild bed head and Janus’ own frizzy hair lying limply against his back. They were both shivering as the December weather leaked into the waiting room. “Just time to wait...” Remus smiled weakly. 

An hour passed awkwardly. The second hour passed both quickly and also as painstakingly slowly. 

Remus’ phone vibrated from his pocket:

Evil Twin Bro- Hey, you know lots of weird stuff about getting different stains out right?

- yep

-also it really isn’t that weird. 

-it’s called being an adult.

Evil Twin Bro- Do you know how to get blood out of t-shirt material?

-is it dried or nah

-soak in cold water

-wash like loads of times

Evil Twin Bro- I’ll kill you if this doesn’t work. Also, why are you awake at 2 in the morning you maniac!

-could ask you 2

Evil Twin Bro- I asked you first. 

-baby’s coming.

Evil Twin Bro- Wait really??????!!!!!!!!!

Evil Twin Bro- Congratulations!!!! 

-haven’t got the baby yet. waiting 4 surro. 

Evil Twin Bro- Are you at the hospital?

-yea

Evil Twin Bro- How long have you been waiting?

-like 2h

Evil Twin Bro- Woah, that’s rough. How you holding up?

-dunno

Evil Twin Bro- You don’t know?

-feel like I’m gonna vomit. but also excited. 

-well I don’t know if it’s good vomit or bad vomit y’know?

Evil Twin Bro- I really don’t. What are you lot doing then?

-J fell asleep. I’m trying to save battery on phone. 

-So just sitting here.

Evil Twin Bro- Do you want me to drop stuff off for you? Pat was planning this whole thing for when you lot got the baby. He was going to cook you lot some fancy dinner and take it to you three. So I don’t mind helping you out! I could give you some muffins (trust me you’ll start to get hungry) and I have an iPad with a few films downloaded so you won’t need wifi. 

-jesus why cant you be like everyone else and send a sentence at a time

-we’re all goiufhgb   

-Hello Roman. This is Janus. Yes, we would greatly appreciate you bringing some stuff. 

Evil Twin Bro- Haha, no problem!

“I can’t believe you’re dragging him here,” Remus sighed as Janus wordlessly passed his phone back. 

“Why not?” Janus answered honestly. His whole being looked dragged down by sleepiness. Remus shrugged and looked ahead. Janus usually put so much effort into his appearance. Even the most basic ‘going to the shop’ outfit was a dramatic black and yellow gothic Disney villain who actually did crimes look. But he was simply shrugged over in the chair. He looked sleepily up to him through his hair. 

“Why was he even asking all that at 2am anyway!” 

“You don’t want him to come?” Janus asked, Remus heaved a sigh and plopped his head on top of Janus’. 

“I dunno... I think I’m just tired and panicky. It’s all good,” Remus muttered off to a whisper. He pressed a kiss to his hair and closed his eyes. 

He didn’t actually sleep. He just wanted to stop all conversation. People continued bustling in and out and Janus managed to fall asleep again with his chin propped up against his chest. He was even letting out a steady stream of snorty snores. Remus kept his eyes closed hoping no one would try to start a conversation with him. Janus was the talker to other people of their relationship. He only opened his eyes when he felt a firm prod to his shoulder. 

“Hey Reem,” Roman whispered before flicking his forehead. 

“What do you want dickbag?” Remus answered without thinking. Janus thankfully stayed sleeping. Roman only gave a pity smile and held out his bag. He pulled out some muffins and bottles of flavoured water alongside the promised ipad covered in glittery space stickers. Remus was too busy dumping the bag on the floor to notice Roman trying to get him to stand up. 

“C’mon.” He gestured to over where the reception was. Remus nodded heavily and gently prised himself from Janus. 

Now that they were further away, Remus saw that another hour and a half had passed. “Woah, you took ages?” 

“Yeah, I thought about waking up Pat and then you have no idea what a nightmare it was trying to find a 24 hour shop. Like it was so much harder than I thought!” Roman now spoke loudly with his on brand gestures.

“Right...” Remus fluffed up his hair and slumped into another chair. Hmm, just as uncomfortable as the other. 

“You okay?” Roman lowered himself to his eye line, looking like he was talking to a spooked dog, “Like really?”

“Dunno. I-I just don’t know. I feel a bit all over the place to be honest,” Remus flung his head back, “What did you lot feel?”

“Pretty much the same,” Roman giggled, “Patton was a mess. I think it’s always one person does fine while the other has an existential crisis. That was definitely Pat. But he calmed down the second he got to see Logan.”

Remus nodded, not entirely sure if he was actually listening or just getting lost in the sensation of his heavy head tipping up and down. “Fair,”

“What’s going through your head right now?”

“Dunno... D-Do you...” Remus started before whipping his head to face the wall behind him, “do you think I’ll be like... I dunno a good dad?”

“Of course,” Roman slapped an hand on his shoulder. He was looking forward at the waiting room with an awkward wonky smirk. 

“Okay listen. Let’s be honest. Being emotional and gross with you just feels weird. I’ve been fine with having a baby before this. This is purely me panicking right now. As you said, I’ll be fine. So we can we not do emotional conversation?” Remus laughed awkwardly but he lightened up once Roman relaxed as well.

“Oh thank god you said it!” Roman laughed and melted back into his chair.

“Why were you coated in blood in the middle of the night anyway?”

“I wasn’t coated in blood,” Roman gasped way too loudly which Remus cackled at. Roman blushed bright red and nodded at the concerned receptionist, “I got the most random nose bleed out of nowhere and I knew you were the entire person in existence who wouldn’t question me.”

“You make me sound like a total weirdo! I would question you!”

“But you didn’t!” 

They settled into silence for a bit before inevitably Remus felt the need to speak, “How the hell did mum ever cope with twins? Like that seems like a lot...”

“Right?! Right after we had Logan, I think my mother’s day presents probably tripled in cost. She deserves it. Like all the same build up and worry but then you have another baby to come!” Roman shook his head.

“Aren’t babies are fairly gross as well?” Remus grimaced.

“Oh yeah! Don’t be put off from it! Oh, I feel so awful but the first time I saw Logan my first thought was ‘ew’. They don’t look anything like babies at first. Like Logan was blue with a traffic cone shaped head.”

“Their head is all fragile and mouldable. Janus made sure to show me pictures of newborns,” Remus stared off into nothing before turning to him with his signature smirk, only a little more tired, “But I am so telling Logan you thought he was an ugly baby.”

“Ahem,” Janus stood before them with an expectant look. Remus smiled and held out his arm which Janus jokingly shoved aside to sit down on the chair, “Hello Roman, I’m guessing you’re responsible for the pile of stuff that was at my feet.”

“Yep! How are you doing?” Roman smiled awkwardly.

“Tired but that’s to be expected. Are you staying long?” 

“No, actually that’s a good point! I really shouldn’t stay out longer. Pat will actually murder me for butting myself in,” Roman stood up with an exaggerated old man groan, “But... please text when you finally say hello to the little guy! I expect pictures!” 

Once Roman left, they wandered back over to their stuff and settled into a long night. Janus tried to stay awake. He knew that Remus was having a freak out. You would think it would be easy with the bright harsh lighting in the waiting room and the constant buzzing of conversation. Yet, his head bobbed lower and lower before Remus finally guided his head to his shoulder. He really tried but the tiredness and mix of emotions left him helpless. Remus only smiled at his useless husband before settling himself into Roman’s ipad. He settled into the Incredibles without much else to do. 

It was 5am when Remus saw the husband of the surrogate walk over to them. He didn’t think about it has he flung himself upwards, flinging Janus wide awake. The guy looked exhausted. “Hey, Remus and Janus?” He asked, thoroughly mispronouncing Janus, with his hand held out. Remus nodded awkwardly before thrusting a still waking up Janus at him.

“Yes, hello.” Janus shook his hand firmly. 

“Hey so the baby’s arrived,” He spoke softly as he walked back into the winding corridors he emerged from. They quickly followed after him, “He’s 6lb and about 20 inches. A little small thing but all healthy and average.”

“Aw, that’s all good to hear. Congratulations,” Janus sleepily smiled.

“Thanks but I think I’m supposed to be saying that to you two!” The guy chuckled awkwardly before he opened a door for them. 

Inside was the mother looking absolutely exhausted, curled up into her pillow with her frizzy hair thrown about the place. Janus subconsciously flicked his hand through his own hair, only now realising that he never brushed it before coming out. Ah well, not like anyone was looking their best for the demon of the baby that woke them all up. And of course there was the star of the show.

The baby was fussing a clear plastic crib looking thing, his reddened arms flinging around with his tiny little feet occasionally kicking. His face was screwed up but at least he wasn’t crying. He was simply laying there. The little boy that would change everything. 

Janus managed to pull away from the sight and say something to the mother. Remus deserved the first moments with their son. 

Remus looked at the mother but she was busy talking so he quietly shrugged before holding his hands out. It felt bad. They baby was clearly still fussy but quiet. What if picking him up set him off? But his hands were also hanging over him now. Sighing, he gently lowered his hands so they just about touched the tiny baby. He was warm to the touch and Remus grimaced at his thoughts that erupted from that. Maybe it was just because he was in a warm room. It felt like he was five years old all over again. It was like when a relative you barely know has a baby and just dumps the baby in your arms because it’s cute but you have no idea how to hold this fragile floppy new human. 

The baby sniffled at feeling his hands slowly worm underneath him but Remus then swiftly took hold of him and brought him to his chest, quietly shushing him without thinking. Thankfully, he settled down instantly. He was somehow both tiny and way heavier than he thought. “Heya little fella,” He cooed as he tried to uncurl his fist. The baby’s tiny little fingers uncurled and pressed back against his own finger. 

“He’s gorgeous,” Janus sighed as he came up behind Remus.

“Aw, he is. What are you guys naming him again?” The mother quietly asked.

“Virgil,” Remus answered but he kept his eyes glued to his baby. Janus smoothed his hand over the baby’s head. 

“Oh that’s a unique name!” The mother chirped.

“Has two people with unusual unique names, it only felt appropriate,” Janus muttered but his focus was completely enraptured by the baby, “Reem, do you mind doing the last of the paper work, then we can leave you all to recovery.”

“Cheers,” The father smiled awkwardly. Remus held out the baby and graciously lowered him into his arms. He perked up when he felt Remus press a kiss to his cheek, god he was clearly felt so sappy today. Not that he could really blame him.

They brought the baby carrier into the room ready to take him home and of course his eyes caught on their supplies. They brought a infant onesie- the cutest and non-halloween themed one they bought- but yet Janus frowned at the thought of trying to wrestle this baby into clothing. He looked much more comfortable pressed to his chest that he did lying down but he still looked like he could be seconds away from crying again. Of course, he couldn’t even begin to understand how stressful birth must be. The poor thing. He awkwardly bent backwards and grabbed the same blanket they bought about a month ago. Despite how much he tried, he couldn’t get out the black marker stain. It was just the first blanket they grabbed when preparing. Obviously. Of course. The first thing they grabbed. He grappled with the baby to gently cocoon him in the purple blanket. The spider web spiral sat in the middle of his back making him look like their little spider sitting in the middle of his purple spider web. 

He didn’t track when Remus came back in. He didn’t even think to keep up conversation with the biological parents. All he knew was that he was slowly stepping back and forth while pressing his face into Virgil’s own squishy cheek. 

Their little baby Virgil. 

[miekasa]

hello mie, would you tell us about your favorite styles and outfit staples when it comes to your fashion sense and style? 😍

I feel like I don’t... have any one/concrete fashion style 😭😭 I try to pick an aesthetic, but I really am all over the place; one day I’ll feel like wearing biker shorts, and the next day it’s trousers. I’ve come to embrace it tho; finding style and being happy with your clothes becomes so much easier when you dress how you feel like dressing.

As for staples, blazers... I am... obsessed with them. Definitely don’t mind splurging on them, either. Anything from a basic black blazer to a wool blazer, I’m about it. Slightly cold? Blazer. Feels like an outfit is missing a layer? Blazer. Wanna feel cool? Blazer. Dress it up? Blazer. Dress it down? Blazer. They’re just. So good.

Shoes are big for me, too, and also something I don’t mind spending money on. I... really like leather shoes, particularly boots/booties, but recently I’ve been into sneakers. Leather sneakers are a bonus. If your outfit feels like it’s missing something, putting on shoes that are really You can make the whole thing come full circle, trust me.

I also have two or three gold necklaces I wear almost every day, and same goes for earrings, so I would say those count. Sometimes all an outfit needs is a little bit of gold, honestly.

This isn’t any particular item, but I like prints/texture as an accessory...? Like a silk scarf a pretty print on it, or a dad hat with cool phrase or quote or just embroidery, or colorful/printed socks, or a brightly colored bag. If everything else in my outfit is pretty simple, adding those makes it feel unique; and if the outfit already has a lot going on, sometimes one more accessory can be the risk that takes it from good to memorable.

I guess... none of these have been “staples” like t-shirts and such, but if you catch me in the street, I’m more likely than not going to be wearing a blazer/some kind of layer, shoes... obviously, but just know that I ruminated on buying them for at least three weeks 😭😭 and gold jewelry!

[crashdevlin]

Centerfold 5- Waiting For You

Centerfold Masterlist

Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo​ squares. This chapter fills my Motor Oil/Cut Grass/Gunpowder square and is rated T for Teen.

Summary: Dean heads to Vegas with Sam to crash the AVN Awards in the hopes of meeting up with Taffy Rose.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Reader

Word count: 2069

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, pornography, mentions of multiple partners, Sam being a bit of a creeper asshole

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Dean was sure it was a bad idea. There were a thousand ways it could go bad, taking his soulless little brother on a trip to Vegas. But Lisa was pretty much done with him, hadn't answered the phone since he was a vampire, Sam's loss of soul was stressing him out, and he needed a break. The fact that the AVN Awards were going to be taking place the next day was a coincidence...mostly.

"So, you're taking your soulless brother to Vegas to chase down some porn star?" Sam asked, amused. "I can think of a dozen reasons why this would be a bad idea."

Dean sighed. "Yeah. Well, we're going because Vegas is tradition, soul or no soul, and Taffy isn't just 'some porn star'. Jenna Jameson is 'some porn star'. Lisa Ann is 'some porn star'. Taffy Rose is the woman of my dreams and the future mother of my children, okay? She just doesn't know it yet. When I find her and remind her who I am, she's gonna be mine."

"Yeah. 'Cause all the porn stars wanna settle down and have a bunch of pups with some hunter they knew for a week of high school in 1996."

"'95, Sammy, and she's gonna remember me. No way I'm the only one who remembers that." Dean sighed heavily and shook his head. "I mean, I was her first! No way she forgot about me."

Sam just shrugged and pulled out his phone to distract himself. Porn awards could be fun. He could find some willing woman to sink into. It'd been a few days since he got laid, he was itching for some relief. Some tiny thing with giant fake tits would be perfect. And if there was an entire category of omega actors, maybe he could find a nice omega to fuck.

Dean got two rooms when they got the motel. He was confident he wouldn't want anything to do with whatever Sam picked up at the AVN Awards and he didn't want Sam interrupting when he managed to get Taffy, Y/n, back to his room.

Dean had trouble choosing what to wear. Plaid seemed too hunter, too redneck, too Kansas to approach a Cali-based porn star at an awards show. His FBI suits and his old Homeland Security suit both seemed to strangle him with formality. The Pink Floyd concert tee was too casual. All of his tees were. It took a while but eventually he settled on his best jeans, the ones that made his ass look awesome, and his light grey Henley. Nothing that said he was trying too hard, but also not something that made him look like a lumberjack sans the beard.

Sam was already in the Impala by the time Dean left his room. Sam was in a dark red v-neck shirt and jeans and had obviously not agonized over his wardrobe. "Took you long enough, Dean. What, were you rubbing one out so you'd last longer than five seconds when you meet up with her?"

"No!" Dean exclaimed, but he couldn't help but think that was a missed opportunity. "Shut up. Let's go."

They talked their way in, it was second nature to lie to get into places they weren’t supposed to be, and the guard really had no problem believing that the two imposing alphas were bodyguards for some of the actors.

“All right. Let’s split up. If you find Taffy, call me...then, ya know...have at it,” Dean said, gesturing to the right side of the theater before taking off to the left.

Sam rolled his eyes and walked away into the theater. There were hundreds of attractive actors mulling around and they were all wearing various revealing, shiny outfits...all of whom Sam would be willing to nail. He stopped a particularly busty redhead and smiled. “Have you seen Taffy Rose? I’m supposed to deliver a message.”

The redhead looked him up and down like she wanted to eat him and licked her lips. “Taffy’s on the mezzanine with the other omegas. They won’t let an alpha through the door. I could go get her for you,” she offered, her voice seductive.

“That would be great, actually.” Sam let his eyes run down her body. “But don’t stray too far.”

She bit her lip as she walked away on six inch high heels. She was hot as fuck, her dress tight and riding up as she walked. Sam could definitely see her wrapped around his cock. She would be fun to play with. She would be more than satisfying. She would be-

Sam’s jaw dropped a little as a small woman in a light pink crossover dress with a pink plaid skirt walked out. She had nude colored Mary Jane shoes on, natural tits...and looked so completely out of place surrounded by half-dressed, silicone-filled women that it was like a beacon of light shined on her. Sam wanted her. Dean would forgive him for having a little fun before he delivered her to him, right? And if not, Sam didn’t care.

“Hi, Sunny said you had a message for me?” she said, approaching him. Sam loved the size difference between them. Even in heels, he eclipsed her.

“Taffy, right?” Sam asked, stepping closer. He’d seen the pictures, he knew exactly who she was, but he wanted to talk to her longer, get a bit more time to scent her. She was something floral and pretty.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

Sam stepped closer again and she cleared her throat. “You don’t remember me. You shouldn’t. I was, what, twelve when we met.”

“We’ve met?” she squeaked. She swallowed and took a step back. Sam could smell arousal leaking into her scent and he smirked. She was so easy. Dripping slick already. This is what an omega gets for staying unmated so long.

“Yeah. Back in Olympia. Seems like a million years ago, Y/n.” Sam stepped closer again and Y/n gasped as she backed away and her back hit the wall behind her. “Neither of us were presented back then. I didn’t realize how good you smell.”

“S-sorry, I...who are you?”

“Always knew you were pretty, though.”

She took a deep breath and put her hand on his chest, lightly pushing him away. “I don’t recognize you and you’re making me uncomfortable so if you don’t back up and say what you came to say, I’m gonna have to-”

“Sam, you soulless bastard, get away from her!” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s voice and stepped back as Dean ran up. “I told you to call me if you found her, dammit!”

Sam shrugged. “She’s hot. Had to try it.”

“Go...away,” Dean growled and Y/n shivered. He watched his brother’s large frame disappear into the crowd before he turned to the omega, his omega. “Taffy, sorry about him. He’s...got some issues right now. Mental...issues. Um...I…” His words faltered as he looked into her eyes. She was right there in front of him. “Y/n,” he whispered and she gasped.

She took a deep breath and stepped close. “Dean?”

“You remember,” he whispered, taking his own deep breath of her floral scent. There was a tinge of arousal to it and he almost whimpered.

“Of course I remember. I’ve been waiting to smell that special blend of motor oil and fresh cut grass and…” She leaned up and groaned as she sniffed at his neck. “...burning gunpowder. I’ve been waiting for you for half my life.”

“That’s what I smell like to you?” Dean asked, smiling. “And you know what burning gunpowder smells like?”

She licked her lips and let out a small giggle. “I got shot...in one of my films. They shot a blank at me, I recognized the smell immediately...so I started to hang out at the range every once in a while.”

He smiled proudly. His omega liked guns. Awesome. “I saw you in last August’s Playboy. I never thought I’d see you again and...there you were in the centerfold, lookin’ so much hotter than you did in high school. But somehow just the same. You looked, you look amazing. So beautiful and...somehow innocent.”

“I’m very good at that. It’s my signature look.”

“I don’t know how you pull it off, buck naked, but you do.”

“So...um...I…” She looked away, trying to clear her mind. “So...You saw my Playboy and had to come find me?”

Dean licked his lips and stepped closer. He wanted to touch her, grab her waist and pull her against his body, but he didn’t. Not until she was ready. “I saw your Playboy and I went home and watched every clip of every video I could find with your name. ‘Taffy Rose’, huh?”

“Well, I really like pink. Taffy, rose, they’re shades of pink.”

“I remember. I see you still favor pink clothes,” he said, gesturing at her dress. “It’s a cute dress.”

“It’d look better on your floor?” she guessed, looking up into his eyes. His cheeks burned at her words. “I’m sure it would. Your freckles still pop when you blush.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, some things never change.”

“So, your omega didn’t mind you coming to Vegas to see me?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“No omega. No wife, no girlfriend. You?”

She giggled, setting her hand on his shoulder. “No wife or girlfriend for me either.”

“Seriously, Taffy.” His voice went soft. “You got somebody waitin’ at home for you?”

“Yeah.” She smiled as his stomach dropped, and ran her hand up his shoulder to the back of his neck. “I have a husky dog named Wolf. Real original, I know, but she was a rescue...already named.” She pulled his head down and bumped her nose against his. “No husband, no boyfriend...no alpha.” He gasped as she kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’ve been waiting for you, Dean.”

His head went a little dizzy at her words. “Y/n.”

“Have you been waiting for me?” she whispered into his ear.

“Betas only, baby. Never had a ‘mega. Only ever wanted you,” he answered.

She smiled bright as she pulled back and looked into his eyes again. “I’ve only ever really wanted you, too. I think about you all the time, Dean. Never thought…” She looked soft and innocent as she sighed. “I’m so happy you found me.”

“Me, too.”

“I might be getting an award, so I...I can’t leave yet, but...after the show’s over...why don’t you come back to my hotel with me?” He was just about to say ‘God yes’ when she finished with, “I can show you all the things I’ve learned over the past fifteen years.” His jaw dropped, words frozen in his throat. All he could do was nod. “Good. I’ve been dreaming of this since high school. Put my number in your phone. You won’t be allowed on the mezzanine with me, so I’ll have to find you after.”

Dean pulled out his phone and entered her number as she rattled it off, immediately sending her a text so that she had his number, too. She shined as she looked down at her phone screen to see the text ‘Hey mega <3’. “God, you’re cute.” She giggled and wrapped her arm around his neck again, pulling him down for a quick kiss.

What should have been a quick kiss, anyway, because he couldn’t let her go once he had her on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. She tasted just like he remembered. Her hands buried in his hair as he pushed her against the wall and licked at her tongue. She moaned as his hands moved down her back to grasp at her ass. He was panting when he pulled back. “Sorry. I...suddenly, I’m sixteen with no control of myself again.”

She giggled that laugh that he loved with all of his heart and patted his cheek. “Well, I just can’t wait to see you really lose control, Dean,” she said before spinning away from him and the wall, her skirt twirling as she headed back toward the mezzanine.

Dean sighed and watched her until she disappeared from his sight. She was so much better than he remembered. She was perfect. She was his.

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[siredsong]

5, 6, 7, 10, 25! 100w min answers please u___u*

SMASHHHH hi hi hi love uuu babyyyyy <3  😘😘😘ahhhhh sorry for taking so long, pls dont die on me !!! 

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

hmmmm that’s a tough one cause it really depends on the day but in general i would say breakfast cause it’s the only time i can make my basic peanut butter and banana toast with coffee in peace. no but the way that i lIVED off of pb and banana toast with coffee last fall, it was my go to breakfast every. single. day. and im still not tired of it!! if u havent tried it pls do (only if ur not allergic and if u are i am so utterly sorry that u are missing out on one of the greatest creations in existence but im sure there is a substitute that u can indulge in instead :) )

6. Most embarrassing habit?

to be completely honest i have no clue. im self aware about a lot of things but when it comes to habits i just dont really notice them. i mean one thing that might count is that i am or was an avid nail biter :/ but it was something that i worked really hard on overcoming and it’s working at the moment!! my nails are pretty long right now but it’s an ongoing process cause right when i start feeling bored or particularly anxious i’ll start biting them again and the process continues. now that i think about it, it’s always when im studying or taking a test that i really start to bite my nails and i let myself do it cause it’s something i can control i guess?? whereas the difficulty of the material or question is not something i can control ..... hmm interesting thoughts, will ponder on that more later 

LMAO not me getting all deep about nail biting pLS 😭 

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

ahhh this is easy, chocolate all day every day!! i will admit that i definitely love fruity candy like i will suck on jolly ranchers and lollipops all day especially if that lollipop is named kim ta- but if i was given the choice between gummy bears and a twix im tAKING THE TWIX NO ONE COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY TWIX no but seriously i throw hands with my siblings on the daily for dairy milk and kinder buenos but those bITCHES STILL DECIDE TO TRY ME >:( fair warning: don’t come between leeba and her chocolate 🙂

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

alright let’s put my awkward, lowkey socially anxious mind to the test. what to say to a stranger on an elevator bESIDES staring at the doors willing them to open so i can get the hell out of there?? uhhhhh if i was the most confident version of myself and this stranger was hot as hell i would flirt the hELL out of my 2 minutes with them lmaoo probably start off by complimenting them in some way like “wow, i really like ur shoes” or maybe even a “ur face is pretty and im feeling hot right now together we’d be pretty hot, wanna makeout??” jokes jokes this is a jOKE do not actually try this!!!  .......aCTUALLY you know what, it’s ur life, u do u boo but dont call me when u possibly, potentially, probably get arrested 😳

no but seriously i always like complimenting people, so i’d prob just compliment something about their outfit or hair and nowadays a lot of people tend to have pretty masks too so i compliment those as well :)  

wait- 

damn i just reread the question and it says strangerS. pLURAL. 

fuck. i just wrote down my best debatable content and i didnt even properly answer the question😭😭😭 gahhhh ummmm if there was more than one person i’d prob talk about uhhhhhh ..... the weather ??? i dONT FUCKING KNOW IM TOO AWKWARD FOR THAT SHIT in reality i’d probably back myself up into a corner and stare at the door until i get to my floor and then gET THE HELL OUT OF THERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE im not cut out for the randomly conversing with a group strangers kinda shit. now if there was someone else with me that’d be a different story and something we shall ponder later cause this shit is getting too fucking long and no one cares HAHA ok 

25. Favorite memory?

hmmmm that’s pretty hard since when it comes to stuff about myself i have a shit memory LOL buttt something that comes to mind right away is the first time i ever rode in my friend’s car. god it was such a nice day and she’s the kind of person who likes windows down and music blasting and honestly it felt like such a movie moment like one of those cheesy coming of age films where they’re in college and getting that first taste of freedom because it was quite literally that first taste of freedom for me. we drove around so much that day, until it got really dark and she just kept playing the best music and we were singing so loudly and being so fucking annoying but i didn’t give a single shit i was having the time of my life lMAO and my hand was out of the window doing those little hands waves things through the air that was whooshing past and my friend who was sitting in the backseat told me later on that throughout the time we were in the car she was just staring at the little hand waves that i was making cause of how cool they looked lol but yea that was such a good day and i even made a playlist of all of the songs that we listened to so whenever we’re in the car we listen to those songs and gAH honestly one of the best memories and listening to those songs makes me smile so hard cause of how free and happy i felt those couple hours 

gosh not me getting sappy on main :/ forget u read that :p 

ANYWAYS THERE U GO U LITTLE IMPATIENT ASS i hope u liked this, my love :) 

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

If I Want To

18+

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: Sequel to All the Things (Your Man Won’t Do) After finally breaking up with your crappy boyfriend, how long will you wait before you finally let Sam make you his?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, fluff, and a bit of angst lol

A/N: So @princessmisery666​ gave me the idea to use If I Want To by Usher and this is the result lol the break-up scene was inspired by two really good movies lol try to guess what they are!

Word Count: 4,100 ish

v1- This version has text message photos, I have another version that has them typed out.💖

A few days after your not-a-date with Sam, you finally broke up with Ty. While he was at work, you packed all of his clothes into boxes and sat them outside your apartment door. When he got there that evening, he banged on the door demanding that you let him in.

“Open the door, Y/n! My key don’t work,” Ty screamed as he pounded on the door with his foot.

“Go away, Ty!” you moved from your spot on the couch to stand in front of the door.

“Baby, I’m sorry for how I treated you, I shouldn’t have taken you for granted,” he said loud enough for you to hear him. “We can work this out.”

“You’ll never realize that you had something good,” you stepped closer to the door. “I took a lot of shit from you, and it’s cause I thought I loved you. 

“I understand okay,” Ty pleaded. “Please open the door so we can talk about this on the inside. I won’t be selfish anymore.”

You nodded your head and reached for the door.

“I’ll do better, baby, I promise.”

“No, Ty,” you snatched your hand away and crossed your arms. “You don’t mean that shit. You just runnin' your mouth like always.”

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, Y/N!” he yelled once again and kicked the door.

“Stop kickin' my damn door, Ty!” you yelled through the door. “Get yo shit and leave!”

“You raggedy bitch!” Ty yelled as he continued to bang on the door. “Fuck you, Y/n. Where the fuck am I supposed to go? How am I supposed to get there?”

“I don’t care, Ty. Just leave!”

“You’re gonna miss me, Y/n. You’ll never find anyone like me!” you could hear Ty moving around outside your door, presumably moving his boxes down the steps. You refused to look through the peephole, you needed to stay strong and stick with this break-up.

A few minutes passed and you didn’t hear any more movement from the other side of your door. You chanced a look through the peephole and sighed with relief that all of Ty’s stuff was gone.

You flipped off the living room light and went to your room. You contemplated whether you should tell Sam or not, but you didn’t want to jump right into a relationship with him. So you chose to keep it to yourself for a while.

Sam had been adamant about being present in your life since he came back. He called and texted you multiple times throughout the day just to make sure that you were okay. He would randomly drop by the bookstore to see you, sometimes bringing Steve or Bucky with him. You didn’t mind at all; it actually made you feel good knowing that he still wanted to be around you. You still hadn’t told him that you’d dumped Ty, it just never came up.

In the middle of one particularly boring shift, Sam came to visit you at work alone. He followed you around the store and flirt with you as usual.

“Ya know, sweetpea,” he said as you reshelved some books. “We’re having a cookout this weekend at the compound. You should bring your boyfriend. I want to finally meet him.”

You turned to face him and smiled, “Who? Ty?”

“Yeah, unless you have another boyfriend that I need to worry about?” Sam said as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I dumped him weeks ago,” you shrugged and resumed stocking the shelves. You could feel Sam burning holes into the back of your head but you chose to ignore him. You attempted to move past him, but he blocked your path with his large body. You still hadn’t looked at him, but when he refused to move, you had no choice.

“So when were you going to tell me that you were single?” he said with a mock attitude. You knew that he wasn’t upset, annoyed yes, but not upset.

You shrugged, “It never came up.” you attempted to move past him again.

“Nah, baby girl,” Sam shook his head and took a step closer to you, backing you into a bookshelf. “So you mean to tell me that we could have been together for weeks? And all you can do is shrug?”

You didn’t move a muscle as he lowered his face to yours. You knew that if he kissed you, you would throw caution to the wind and end up in his bed by the end of the night.

“Sam,” you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, causing him to stop just millimeters from your lips. “I don’t wanna rush into things.” your voice was weak, but you needed to make sure that Sam understood you.

He nodded and moved to place a kiss on your forehead, “I respect that, but you still should come to the cookout this weekend, Bucky misses you.”

You nodded as your head cleared now that Sam wasn’t crowding your space. “Yeah, I’ll come, but only as your friend Sam, nothing more.”

He grinned then licked his lips. “Yeah, friends and nothing more.”

You watched as he backed away from you before he left the store. You needed some time to compose yourself before the cookout.

The few days before the cookout passed by in a blur, almost if the universe was gearing up for something.

On the morning of the cookout, you made sure to take extra care in your outfit. You opted for a yellow spaghetti-strapped sundress and brown gladiator sandals. You put your hair into two space buns and put on a layer of glossy lipgloss. You were feeling yourself and you lowkey might have been dressing up for Sam.

You stepped out of the bathroom, finally ready to go when your phone dinged.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a message from Sam and your smile grew.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing even though he couldn’t see it. Your stomach was full of butterflies. You hadn’t seen him since he had invited you over, due to him going on a short mission.

You looked yourself over once again in the mirror before grabbing your purse and the bowl of potato salad that you made and headed out the door.

As you drove to the Compound, your music selection mirrored your mood. You happily sang along to every song in an attempt to calm your nerves.

When you arrived at the compound, Sam was there waiting for you. He greeted you with a large smile and helped you out of the car.

“Y/n, I’m so happy that you made it,” he said as he pulled you into a hug. “Did you have any trouble finding the place?”

You shook your head no, “Your directions were great, and honestly, almost everyone knows where this place is.”

Sam laughed and took a step back from you, holding your hands out at arm’s length as he looked you up and down. “Damn, Y/n, you look radiant today,” Sam complimented as he spun you around. “Reminds me of my favorite flower.”

Your eyes lit up and you smiled. “Really?” your voice was small as you felt your cheeks heat up and butterflies fill your stomach. You had half a mind to ditch the cookout and drag Sam to the nearest empty room and let him have his way with you.

Sam cleared his throat, “Y/n, you can’t keep looking at me like that if you want us to stay friends.” His voice was lower than usual and you knew from past experiences not to push him any farther.

You grabbed your bowl of potato salad and locked your car door and allowed Sam to give you a tour of the Compound.

“Hey, everyone,” Sam yelled when the three of you made it to the back of the compound. “This is my friend, Y/n.” You took a step closer to Sam when you looked around and all eyes were on you. You’d never been around so many important or famous people before.

You spotted Steve and Bucky as they made their way over to you and Sam took the bowl of potato salad and sat it on a nearby table.

“Y/n! I’m really happy you came,” Steve smiled as he pulled you into a hug. “Bucky here has been begging me to go with him to the bookstore for a few days now.”

“Really?” you laughed as you pulled away. “You guys are more than welcome to come and visit! We just got a new shipment of books the other day. You should come and check them out.”

Bucky nodded and pulled you into a side hug. You loved how easily Steve and Bucky accepted you, you never felt like they were judging you or your relationship with Sam.

After Bucky released you from his hug, he and Steve pulled Sam off to the side, for a quick chat. Before he left, Sam placed a gentle kiss on your temple and He whispered that he would be back. You began to feel nervous about being alone, but through the excitement of meeting the Avengers, you forgot it.

As the introductions died down, you found yourself hanging out with Wanda, who you recognized from the bakery. It didn’t dawn on you, until you saw her at the cookout, that she was the Scarlet Witch. Even though you had only met her once, you felt comfortable enough to spend time with her alone. She introduced you to some of the other people that worked at the compound.

You were having a great time, eating and drinking with the Avengers and people that worked behind the scenes. You were laughing at a joke that someone had shared when you felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist.

“Having fun?” he asked as he handed you a plate full of your favorites then led you to a seat and sat down across from you.

You nodded. “Everyone is so nice. I thought I would be scared to be around them, but everyone’s been so welcoming.”

You two ate in silence for a while before Sam spoke again.

“I’m glad you came, Y/n,” his knees bumped against yours as he turned to face you.

“Me too,” you agreed. “I haven’t had fun like this in years.”

“Imagine how things will be when we’re finally together,” Sam replied with a straight face.

“Sam, you can’t say things like that,” you mumbled. “Someone might overhear.”

“So, let them hear,” he sat up and straightened his back. “Everyone here knows that I want you. And they know that you want me.”

You looked around to see if anyone was watching the two of you. When you realized that no one was watching, you looked back at Sam. “Ty and I were together for-”

“I don't really care how long you were together with your ex,” Sam said, cutting you off. “It's just a matter of time before I make you mine. I wanna make it clear, so there are no misunderstandings, that I get what I want, when I want.”

You sat there looking at him wide-eyed. “You don’t mean that,” you denied.

“When have I ever lied to you, baby girl?” Sam leaned forward and ran his thumb under your bottom lip. Without thinking, you opened your mouth and caught it in between your lips and gently sucked. His answering moan snapped you back to reality and you moved away from him once again causing him to smirk.

“I’m wearing you down,” he stated.

“We’re just friends, Sam,” you repeated, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

“Sure we are.”

You chose to continue eating and to not reply and when you finished eating your food Sam took your trash and walked away leaving you to your thoughts. You hadn’t been alone for more than a few minutes when Steve came over and sat down.

“I have never seen him look so happy,” Steve remarked, and you turned to follow his gaze. Sam had been forced to play as the server in an impromptu volleyball game.

“Really?” you reached for your drink and drained it as Steve nodded.

“Ever since you came around, there’s been a glow about him. He’s been taking on easier and shorter missions almost as if he’s planning on a change or something.”

You remained silent wishing that you hadn’t drank all of your drink.

“You know he loves you right?” Steve said absentmindedly.

“What?”

“Sam. He’s in love with you. He’s been in love with you since you two were in college,” he elaborated. “And from the way you look at him, I can tell that you’re in love with him too.”

You remained silent, refusing to affirm or deny his statement.

“My advice? Listen to your heart. You’ll only regret it if you don’t.” Steve patted your arm before he left you to your thoughts.

You continued to watch Sam play volleyball. You knew where your heart was, where your heart had always been, so why was it so hard to dive in? Sam was who you wanted to be with, and you both deserved to be happy.

Still deep in your thoughts, you got up to go to use the restroom and on your way back you collided with none other than the man that plagued your thoughts.

As Sam helped steady you, you took the chance to search his face. “What am I doing?” you whispered.

Sam quirked an eyebrow at you.

“You’re absolutely right, Sam,” you continued. You were fully aware of Sam’s hands on your hips as you pressed your body flush against his. “I do want you.”

Sam’s eyes crinkled with his smile, the gap in his teeth on full display as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Took you long enough, baby girl,” he whispered.

You leaned forward, your lips seeking his, but he held you at a distance and continued to smile.

“As much as I want to kiss you, Y/n, I can’t,” he mumbled as he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’ve been drinking, and I want you to make sure that this is what you want because this is it for me. You’re it for me.”

“Sam, I am sure,” you pouted. “But I respect your wishes.”

Sam pulled back and kissed your hand. “Let’s go back out and have some fun.”

You turned over in Sam’s bed and snuggled deeper into the covers. You were warm, a little too warm, but you didn’t mind as you moved closer to the person laying next to you.

Sam wrapped his arms around you, and you slowly blinked your eyes open. You were thankful that Sam made you drink water after each of your drinks the night before. You were completely hangover free.

You watched Sam’s chest as it slowly rose and fell with each of his breaths and your fingers began drawing random circles over his chest. You remembered Sam refusing to kiss you because you were drunk, but you weren’t drunk anymore.

You pulled away from him, gently enough to not wake him and moved to straddle his hips. You stared down at him as he slept and took note of how peaceful he looked. You watched him for a few more seconds before you slowly lowered your lips to his and kissed him. Sam responded to the kiss the moment your lips touched his, almost as if he had been awake the whole time, but you didn’t mind.

You sighed at finally being able to feel his lips on yours once again, and it was exactly as you remembered. You gently rocked your hips, and Sam snapped his hands to them, holding you still before pulling away from your lips.

“Y/n, are you sure?” he asked, and when you whispered yes he rolled you over so that he was on top and attached his lips to yours once again.

Sam kissed down your neck after helping you out of the shirt that he let you sleep in. He attached his lips to your nipple while he played with the other. You thought of how good Sam made you feel all those years ago and you knew that he would make you feel better this time around.

He kissed down your stomach, along your stretch marks, and licked along where your thigh met your hip. You knew where he was headed, and you were getting frustrated with how long he was taking.

Finally locking eyes with you, Sam slowly lowered your panties and tossed them onto the floor. His eyes glinted and he licked his lips before he pressed your thick thighs to the mattress. You’d never felt so exposed before, but you were comfortable in this position with him. And with one last look, Sam dove in.

He ate you like a man starved and you wanted to cry because it felt so good. You kept one hand on the back of his head urging him deeper and one alternated between grasping the sheets and the headboard. Sam kept your legs pinned to the bed as he fucked you with his tongue, his moans vibrating through your body, pulling your orgasm closer.

“Sam, please!” you begged as you felt the coil in your lower belly tighten. Sam latched his lips around your clit and began to suck and flick it with his tongue when he slipped two of his thick fingers inside of you. He watched you as he fucked you with his fingers and sucked on your clit before curling his fingers inside of you and rubbing your walls. You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your free leg kicking straight out as you tried to push Sam away. He used his body to hold your leg down as he continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm and ripping a second one from you.

Sam slowed his movements but didn’t withdraw his fingers from you. He released your clit with a pop and smiled up at you.

“Do you know how good you look right now?” he asked knowing that you wouldn’t be able to respond and he laughed when you moaned instead. “You ready for more?”

You panted out a yes and Sam smiled before finally removing his fingers. He held the by your lips and without hesitation, you drew them into your mouth and sucked your essence off them. You held his gaze as you moaned around his fingers before he removed them from your lips. He placed his hand at the base of your throat before he leaned down to kiss you letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Sam continued to kiss you as he removed his boxers and threw them on the floor. You clenched around nothing in anticipation of what was to come when you felt his dick against your thigh. Sam reached up and gently tugged on your scarf. “Might as well take this off, Y/n,” he joked.

Your hands flew up to the tie and undid it allowing your curls to breathe. Sam pulled on one and watched it spring back before he bit his lip.

You reached down between the two of you and gripped his dick before you stroked it. Your lips quirked up into a smirk when his eyes rolled back into his head. He stopped you after a few pumps and you guided him to your opening. You ran the head of his dick through the seam of your pussy lips and you both groaned.

“Y/n” he whispered. “Are you really okay with this?”

“Yes, Sam. I want this with you,” you consented and he kissed you as he slid inside of you.

You tried to keep up the kiss and he moved within you, but it became too much. You pulled your lips away and panted, releasing a heavy breath as he steadily pushed inside of you. He was bigger than you remembered, thicker, and wider than you were used to, but you were determined to take it all. You clawed at his back when he finally bottomed out. His breathing was heavy in your ear when he placed his head in the crook of your neck. He held your hips down with his hands to keep you from moving as he calmed himself down.

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel so much better than I remember,” he growled in your ear after a few minutes.

You clenched around him, silently telling him that you were ready for him to move. He hitched your leg around his hips before he slowly pulled out of you then pushed back in. He kept his slow and steady pace up for a while, but every few thrusts were hard and fast catching you off guard each time. You held onto him for dear life, bringing his lips down to yours and crying out when he thrust just right.

He brought you to the edge multiple times only to back off leaving you dangling there, wanting more but never getting it. Your pleas of needing a release played into his game of not giving you what you want. After the third time, you begged for release only to be denied once more.

Sam kept your hands locked in his grip as he pounded into you, the rhythm of his thrusts never consistent enough to give you the release you craved. Tears fell as you cried from the pleasure of his treatment. He whispered filthy words of encouragement as you cried for him to let you cum, but deep down you knew that he wasn't going to let you. He was playing dirty, and luckily enough, you knew how to play dirty as well.

Finally having enough, you locked eyes with him and whispered three words you’d never thought you'd say. “Cum in me.”

Sam’s hips stilled when his brain registered your words. And with a devilish smirk, he released your wrists and pulled out of you and flipped you over. He maneuvered your body so that your back was arched and slid back inside of you. The grip he had on your thick hips was almost bruising as your cheeks clapped against him. You held onto the headboard as he fucked you and you met him thrust for thrust.

“Want me to cum in you?” he growled from behind you. “Fine, I’ll cum in you. I’m gonna fill this pussy up.”

You looked over your shoulder and clenched your walls once again catching him off guard causing his hips to stutter. Sam dug his nails into your waist when he locked eyes with you and finally came inside of you with a shout.

The feeling of his warm cum filling you up tipped you over the edge and you came right after him. Sam continued to weakly pump his cum inside of you as you both came until he was completely spent. He fell on top of you and wrapped his arms around you as he tried to catch his breath. You moved against him loving the feeling of his weight on top of you. You whimpered when he attempted to move off you. You pulled him back on top of you and clenched around him.

“Stay in me please,” you whispered in a small voice. You felt safe in his arms, and you didn’t want him to let you go.

Sam moved around so the two of you were laying on your sides, his dick still inside of you. You felt his cum begin to leak out of you when he moved and you frowned. You wondered how long it would take for his to begin fucking you again. Sam moved once again before you felt him pull a blanket over the two of you. He placed a gentle kiss behind your ear and moved his hands so that one was playing with your clit and the other was playing with your nipple.

“Spread your legs a bit wider, Y/n,” Sam whispered in your ear. “I wanna cum in you again.”

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Angel in Hell - Part 6

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Just a heads up that there is a very heated argument between Satan and Asmo later on.  

Also, a demon is hitting on angel Mc but they leave without doing much. 

Just skip the last part if you are uncomfortable with these.  *Basically everything that happens after you meet Satan.* 

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  A few days have passed and the weekend is finally approaching. 

This week was very hectic. 

You mull over what to do. 

Maybe you should do some exploring. 

Then your phone rings.

  It's Mammon. 

"Hey, I was just thinking that you probably have nothing going on this weekend so I figured I'd be nice and invite you out. I plan to go with Asmo to a club. I think it will be great fun and we can really let go, you know. What do you think?" Mammon asks you in a roundabout way but you can tell that he wants to spend time with you. 

" A club? I haven't been to a demon club before but as long as we are home before curfew it should be fine." You think that it sounds like fun. 

"Sometimes you need to let go, you know. Rules are great and all but you can't just live like this. Well whatever, it's fine with me. I will make sure to bring you safe and sound back." Mammon seems slightly annoyed but still goes out of his way to do it anyway. 

" I will trust you. When will we meet?" You smile lightly. 

"Wow, talk about a direct hit. I'll pick you up at 7 pm. Is that okay?" Mammon seems a bit taken aback. 

"Sounds great. I look forward to it!" This sounds like fun to you. 

You both hang up. 

Now your plan for tonight is set but now the question is what are you dressing? 

Then you see a message from Asmo. 

Asmo: I heard the great news. I'm excited. Do you know what you are going to wear?

  You: No, I was just thinking about it. 

Asmo: Great, then come over here. I have tons of great outfits and I can do your styling too! 

You: Isn't that a bother to you? 

Asmo: Nonsense, just come here, I look forward to it. ❤️

You: Alright, I'm on my way! ^_^

  With a smile, you grab a few things and make your way to Asmo. 

You knock on his door. 

"Coming! " Asmo opens the door just a few moments later. He wears a bright smile on his face. 

"Come on in. I already have some outfits for you in mind. Let's see what suits you best." Asmo seems very giddy. It's infectious.

  You smile at him and step inside the room. 

Asmo already has a few things shattered over his bed. 

Curious you take a look at the flashy clothing items. 

You don't think that you have ever seen anything like this before. 

They seem to sparkle in every color of the rainbow.

  "Is there anything that caught your eye?" Asmo has stepped behind you, sounding delighted. 

"All of these are very flashy. I don't think they will look good on me." You look a bit unsure about the clothes. 

"Don't sell yourself short. You have a great body and I know these will look great on you. I have tons more so we can try and see what you like most." Asmo compliments you without missing a beat. It's like breathing to him. 

At least you can't really argue against trying on the clothes. 

"Will these fit me?" You definitely do not have the same size as Asmo. 

"Yes, of course. I know your size so no worries there." Asmo seems very confident.

"How do you know my size?" You certainly never told Asmo. 

"I'm very good at guessing." Asmo shrugs. 

You aren't satisfied with this but say nothing else. 

You turn to the outfits that are laid out in front of you. One of them catches your eye, you hold it up. It's very flashy but it also looks very nice. 

You aren't sure if this is your style at all, yet you feel oddly drawn to it. 

"You should try it on. I bet it will look great on you." Asmo encourages you. 

You sigh softly and you take it with you to the bathroom to try it on. 

Asmo doesn't tease you for not dressing it in front of him. You appreciate it. 

It's a bit of a hassle to dress the outfit, yet it slides right on you. Like it was made for you. 

Feeling a bit nervous you step out from the bathroom.

  Asmos eyes sparkle. "Wow, this looks so great. I'm glad you decided to dress it."

He looks very happy now. 

Your cheeks flush lightly. "Thank you Asmo. It fits perfectly but are you sure that it suits me?" 

"I would never lie about style. Trust me, you look gorgeous. Let me style you and hmm maybe some makeup would be good for you too, maybe I could do your nails too. I can already see it in front of my eyes." Asmo seems very excited. 

It's impossible to turn him down. "Okay, but don't go over the top." You feel slightly nervous. 

"Don't worry about it. I will make you shine just enough to blind everyone hehe." Asmo giggles in delight. 

"That would be over the top." You feel a slight sense of dread. 

"Trust me, love you will be stunning once I'm down with you. I will be the only person to outshine you tonight for sure." Asmo pats your shoulder, to assure you that everything is going to be just fine. 

With a slight sense of fear, you surrender to Asmo and let him do as he pleases.

  You silently pray for mercy. 

Asmo is very giddy the entire time, he casually explains to you what he is doing and asks what you want him to do. He only does whatever you agree to. 

You are very grateful for this. 

Then when Asmo is done he has the biggest smile on his face. Like an artist who is proud of his finished masterpiece.

  "Hold on, before I show you your new look we have to do this properly." Asmo grins at you. 

"What do you mean?" Confused, you look towards Asmo. 

Asmo covers your eyes with his hands. "This. I won't do anything, let me just lead you over to the mirror."

You tense up a bit at his sudden touch. Something deep inside you tells you it's alright to trust him. 

So you follow his lead until he stops. 

You can feel his breath on your neck. Your heart quickens.

  Then his hands leave your eyes."Tadaa! What are you saying?" Asmo looks at your reflection. 

You can barely believe that this is you. "Amazing, I feel like a different person." You are stunned. Asmo really knows how to highlight your best features. 

"Haha, amazing isn't it?" Asmo is filled with pride. 

"Yes, thank you so much Asmo." You smile with glee. 

"Seeing you this happy makes this worth it." Asmo looks a bit sad for a moment. He then shakes his head. "Well anyway. Now it's time to glam me up. You will be stunned." Asmo goes back to his old gleeful self.

  You spend time with him dressing and doing his own makeup, hair, and nails. 

Asmo gives you some tips and you talk about the newest devildom gossip. 

Then Asmo is finally done." Am I stunning or what?" 

"Super stunning. You will put everyone else to shame." You always preach humility but you can't deny the facts. 

"Hehehe this means a ton coming from you." Asmo seems to be beaming with confidence. 

"We should get going now. Mammon said he will pick me up from my room." You just remembered that promise. 

"Don't sweat it. I will call him to come here. That way we can spend a little more time together. I gotta take a few pictures of us first." Asmo clearly has his priorities.

  Without hearing your protest, he quickly calls Mammon, who doesn't sound super thrilled but agrees to come anyway. 

After taking a few pictures together with Asmo, you hear a knock on the door.

  "Ahh! He is so fast." Asmo grumbles in slight annoyance.

You give him a light laugh and open the door. "Hey there, Mammon!" You look at his party outfit, it seems like he's also dressed up. "You are looking good."

Mammon seems speechless when he sees you. "Umm oh thank you…" 

"Aren't you going to compliment us? So rude!" Asmo teases Mammon. 

"Sh-shut up. I was going to say it." Mammon silks a little. 

You give him a kind smile. "There is no need to force yourself."

Mammon looks nervously away. "I wasn't...I just needed some time to process this. You look amazing." Mammon blushes. 

"What about me!?" Asmo butts in. 

"You look normal." Mammon doesn't want to play along, it seems. 

Asmo gasps. "Did you hear that? Unbelievable!" He seems very upset. 

"You look stunning Asmo, don't be so rude Mammon!" You shake your head. 

"Hehehe you just know what to say." Asmo is instantly better. You wonder if he just played being offended. 

"You are unbelievably using cheap tricks just to fish for compliments." Mammon sighs. 

"Well, we should get going before it's too crowded. I need some space on the dance floor." Asmo waves Mammon off.

You nod and with that, you all drive to the club.

  It's a very popular place. It's semi-crowded but Asmo has reserved space for just the three of you. 

It's very fun. Chatting, drinking, and dancing with both demons. 

You didn't expect to have this much fun. 

It's very delightful.

  You are just dancing when you suddenly spot another familiar face. 

You make your way over to him. "Satan! Are you here with your friends?" 

"Huh oh, it's you. Don't tell me you are alone here?" Satan seems happy to see you but also a bit troubled. 

"No, I'm here with Asmo and Mammon. Are you on your own?" You smile. 

"That's good to hear. These places aren't for someone like you to be on your own. " Satan sighs, slightly relieved. 

"I can defend myself." You aren't particularly worried. 

Satan looks away slightly troubled. It seems like he is about to say something. "You look great tonight. Asmos work I would bet." Satan swiftly changes the topic. 

"You are right. Hey, how about joining us?" You smile. It seems to be a great idea, the more the merrier. 

"Oh, I don't know…" Satan is about to refuse you. 

"Hey there, pretty think wanna leave this twig and come hang with me instead. I can show you a grand old time." A scummy looking demon just appears out of nowhere and hits on you. 

"No thank you." You try to hide your disgust. 

"Who are you calling a twig? You stupid scum. Scam before I forget my manners!" Somehow the demon made Satan very angry. 

"Come on mate, let me have some fun. They surely won't regret it." The demon has no clue when to stop. 

"They said no, so just buzz off." Satan only seems to get more irritated. 

"You are such a stick in the mud, let me buy that cutie a drink at least. How about it cutie?" The demon seems utterly drunk. 

"No, I'm good." You refuse politely. 

"Come on, be a bit nice to me." The demon steps a bit closer. 

Already blocked by the glaring Satan. 

"I hate to repeat myself. GET LOST OR I WILL FORGET MYSELF!" Satan yells. You can see an aura of anger building around him. 

The demon seems to finally get the message, putting its hands in the air and stepping back.

  "Satan. You are here too?! And there you are I have been looking for you." Asmo waves at both of you. 

Satan glares at Asmo. "Why the hell did you leave them alone?" Satan seems very upset. 

"What do you mean? We were just dancing. I looked away for a second and poof gone." Asmo doesn't seem to take this very seriously. 

"Calm down Satan, I'm fine. I just saw you, that's why I came over to you." You try to explain the situation in a calm manner. 

"It doesn't matter. You could have been harmed. Just look at that creepy demon that just hit on you. You could have gotten hurt." Satan's anger seems to only get worse. 

"It was fine, no harm, no foul." Asmo shakes his head. 

"You are way too careless Asmo. After everything you still pretend that this is some sort of game." Satan yells at Asmo, changing into his demon form. 

"I'm not playing a game. It was only for a moment that I lost them out of my sight." Asmo starts to glare at Satan.

"ONLY A MOMENT? YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT ONE FREAKING MOMENT CAN DO!" Satan grabs Asmo, he seems so angry, so desperate. 

"Calm down nobody was hurt." Desperately you try to calm Satan down. He doesn't listen. 

"Nothing happened so just get yourself back together. I wasn't the one that let someone be killed!" Asmo states coldly.

  It makes you almost shiver. 

This statement seems to cause Satan to lose his last bit of restraint. He violently grabs on to Asmo, who also turns into his demon form. 

" You stupid f*cking Bastard," Satan says lowly, but it's even scarier than before. 

"You know it's true so just punch me if you want to." Asmo taunts Satan. 

"Please you two calm down." You still desperately try to talk sense into them. 

It's useless. "What the hell?" You hear a confused Mammon next to you. 

"They started arguing after Asmo lost sight of me when I saw Satan was here and then some demon hit on me." You explain the situation as quickly as you can. 

Mammon seems confused, but the issue in front of him has to be resolved. "Hey guys, stop it. Lucifer will be mad if you start a fight." Mammon tries to calm them down.

  "Why don't you say that to Satan? HE started this." Asmo glares at Mammon. 

"Screw you. You keep your stupid butt of this Mammon or I will get you next." Satan has lost all reason in his anger. 

"Keep it down, Satan. Don't forget that I'm stronger than you are." Mammon also seems to be annoyed now. 

"Please guys calm down. Let's go outside and take a deep breath." You desperately try them to calm down. It's frustrating. 

"You keep out of this. All of this is just happening because of you!" Satan now looks at you, anger, frustration, and some unknown emotion mixed into his glare. 

"It's not their fault you stupid idiot!" Mammon now gets more frustrated with himself. 

"Yeah what are you stupid for? Blaming someone else for your mistakes!" Asmo seems to only put oil into the fire.

  Your frustration only grows. You need them all to stop this nonsense. 

"Screw you, it wasn't my fault." Satan shakes Asmo angrily. Asmo claws Satan's arm. 

Both seem to be too angry to reason.

  You take a deep breath. "ALL OF YOU STOP!" Frustrated you yell out.

Suddenly something happens, like a shockwave hitting all of the brothers. 

They get slammed to the ground.

  You stare wide-eyed. What just happened? Something like this could only happen from a pact!?

  You look at them and at yourself in disbelief. 

You can't wrap your head around what just happened. 

The brothers stare at you in equal disbelief.

  "What the hell? The pact was broken?" Mammon seems just as lost as you are. 

You can't even hear him. Your ears ring from the shock.

  Your legs start to move and you just run outside without another word. 

You are so confused, lost.

There is only one person that might be able to give you some comfort, some answer. Just something.

[an1malcannibal]

plleasee tell me about ur hcs!!!!!! idk if you have any you particularly wanna talk about but i want them [grabby hands]

Heck yeah thank u!!!!! I am using this as an excuse to go ham abt the smith siblings!!!! cuz I have a lot of headcanons abt them in particular!!!!

-I headcanon that Kai has always had a bit of a smoking problem. It comes and goes a bit but when he’s stressed he just. Chainsmokes instead of dealing with it healthily. Since he had to grow up SO incredibly quickly to raise nya, I imagine he would’ve been extremely stressed from a really young age. I’m thinking sometime around 12-13 he met some older kids who gave him one or something and after that he just stole a pack every now and again because it was rlly the only way he knew how to force himself to stop and take a break/de stress in any way because raising your kid sister is bound to be absolutely unheard of levels of stress, because he’s also a kid himself. It also made him feel more grown up in a way, because I honestly doubt most customers were nice or understanding when they saw that the blacksmith shop was basing run by a 13 year old :/

-once he’s with the ninja he still does it but not quite as much? Since he actually has a support system now, however imperfect it may be, he can handle things slightly better because he has his team there for him in some capacity. He does it more in secret, on rooftops at night n such. Doesn’t want to deal with the speech abt how they’re killing him yet again. Bad coping mechanism :(

-since Ignacia is a mountain village (I’m pretty sure right?) there were no really big bodies of water nearby that nya could have “discovered” her true powers, however she spent TONS of time near small streams and the one big lake near the village to swim! I just think she would like it a lot. Just floating on her back in the cool comfortable water, nice and calm, soothing. Nothing like her home, which try as Kai might, she knows he does, is hot and stuffy from the forge and various things that tend to catch on fire around the house. The smell of burnt something always in the air, Kai yelling because some customer was trying to rip him off due to his age, or a weapon not coming out correctly, or maybe he just had a very long day of odd jobs around the village and was just in his room yelling and punching the walls... and when he’s not home she can still smell something burning, but now there’s no evidence of what that would be, so she sits around in the uncomfortable, hot and stuffy silence waiting for him to get home.... either way she appreciates her time swimming in the calm lake more than almost anything in her life.

-it gets really cold in ignacia during the winter! Heaps and heaps of snow for months on end.. luckily their house and shop always seem to be incredibly warm with even the smallest of fires so they don’t have to worry abt the heating too much :)

-nya doesn’t remember her parents at all, she was too young when they were kidnapped. Honestly this has helped her in the long run. She didn’t have as potent and manic abandonment issues as Kai has.

-they were 4 and 6 when their parents were kidnapped respectively.

-when nya was kidnapped by the skullkin she was 14 and Kai was 16. Whole decade before kidnapping strikes the smith family yet again!

-Speaking of that! In the pilot where Kai goes to train n such he is 16, jay is 15, Cole and Zane are both 17.

-wu rlly said “alright. Here’s my child ninja force.”

-nya’s favorite color is actually blue! She just wears more red in the beginning because I guess to me it symbolizes how attached she and Kai were in the beginning! But as the series goes on and nya proves time and time again how independent and capable she is, slowly she begins to put more blue into her outfits and uniforms. Her first ninja outfit had that deep maroon red still in it, but after her time looking for sensei wu, and having some time away from the others and her brother, she’s fully come into her own and now no red to be seen on her uniform, just a sturdy, stable gray and accents of the blue that SHE loves so much. Her own person and uniform, come fully into her own. Aldjskakdjaksk maybe I’m reading too much into their outfit changes but it’s a nice thought :’)

-also I have like. A REALLY specific idea on how Kai got his left eye scar that he already has in the beginning! My thinking is he got it at 14, but the rest of it is VERY edgy and sad and I dunno if ya wanna read that particularly, let me know.

Thank you for the ask!!!! I hope u like em! Sorry they r mostly abt Kai I’ve just. Given him the most thought lmao 😔🤙