#like the body is and im taking care of it but im just from a comic man i dont even exist

[emmyrosee]

Imagine having a kid with Sukuna and him urging you to have a day out after giving birth and taking care of the baby so you can have a fun stress free day with friends, and then him having a daddy daughter date. I thought it’s cute 🥰

oh… oh you KNOW HOW I FEEEEEEEEL ABOUT A DAD!AU (bro this got so long im sO SORRY-)

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“Okay, there’s three bottles of milk in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

“And her melts are in the cabinet!”

“I know, I live here too.”

“Oh! And her stuffed lamb is her favorite to nap with-“

“Babe,” Sukuna laughs, wrapping an arm around you. In his other arm, Akiara is held securely, with an arm under her thighs to keep her perched against his chest, the pacifier in her mouth bouncing as she rattles a small toy in her hands. “I got this. It’ll be fine.”

“Okay, but if you need me, call me.”

“I’m not going to call you. Go have fun,” he encourages. Deep down, he knows you’re terrified to leave the baby with anyone for more than 15 minutes, always keeping her in close proximity and within earshot. The farthest you’ve gone is to shower while Sukuna indulges with tummy time, and it seems that every time, you’re surprised the house hasn’t crumbled in the brief period.

But Akiara is five months now. And your friends begged you to come shopping with them, missing you from outings with the group. Sukuna knows you trust him implicitly, but your separation anxiety is physically felt in the air this point. He pulls you in for a hug and presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “go. If the house catches on fire, I’ll call you. Otherwise, I can handle a few hours with my own spawn.” You tense slightly, and he offers you a stern look, “do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, but-“

“Then let me take care of everything. Go.”

You offer him a shaky sigh and make your way over to Akiara in his arms, “mommy loves you so much, okay?” You whisper. She babbles and grabs your hair, and Sukuna can see the nervous tears welling up. “I’ll be home in two hours tops.”

“Don’t time yourself,” he chuckles. “Go with your girlfriends. I gave you the credit card, go buy some clothes, or a necklace, or those expensive ass pastries you love so much.” Then, he nods his head towards the door, “scram. Before you cry your mascara off.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Okay-“ you blow them both a few kisses as you slowly make your way to the door, “I love you both so much. Behave. Oh, and nap time is at 1:30-“

“Babe. Go,” he snickers. He watches as you open the door and walk backwards out, your eyes focused on the two of them until the door shuts fully, keeping you outside and them on the inside. Sukuna sighs in relief and he adjusts Akiara to be held arms length, “you, stinky girl, need a bath,” he hums, and when the little girl coos, he brings her tiny body up to his mouth to playfully bite her chubby belly, hiccupy laughter filling the air briefly before he pulls a face of disgust and holds her back out. “Yeah. You stink. Like a lot.”

Sukuna wastes no time in setting up her bathtub and cleansing the tiny child with her soaps, letting her splash the warm water for some time until she reaches up for him. He barely gets her out of the tub and into a towel before his phone buzzes wildly. He sighs and answers it, “do I have to block your number?”

“No!” You whine. “I just wanted to see how things were going. I just got to the restaurant, wanted to make sure everything was okay before I ate.”

“Well the dog got out, I broke a vase and our kid went to college, so not great,” he says flatly, and when you huff in annoyance, and smirks, “everything is fine. She just had a bath, I’m trying to dry her off, and then we’re going to watch some of those dancing fruits she likes so much. Goodbye.”

“Wait- you bathed her before you fed her?” You ask.

He pulls his mouth into a straight line, “yes. Because she smelt like shit fart-“

“Sukuna!” You snap.

“If I have to bathe her again, I will. It’s not the end of the world,” he tries to soothe. When you click your tongue he chuckles again. “Okay. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” you say, ending the phone call. He pockets the device and looks down at his child. “Shes your mother alright,” he says. His daughter merely babbles and chews on her fingers. He gets her settled into a clean diaper before hoisting her back and onto his hip, making his way to the living room, resting her on his massive stomach and clicking on the TV for some entertainment. There’s a baseball game on, surely you won’t mind if he indulges while his baby lays on his chest.

The colors are good stimulation.

“Who you got money on?” He asks Akiara, who blinks eyes like yours up at him. When she smiles a gummy smile, he shrugs, “I don’t know. They’ve got a really good pitcher.” His thick fingers gently stroke up and down her spine, so gently and warm that he feels Akiara’s breathing slowly even out, his little girl falling asleep on his chest. He winces, he knows you’re not going to be thrilled about an early nap time, but who the hell is he to wake a sleeping baby?

A sleeping baby who sleeps for hours. You’re going to be pissed at him.

By the time the game is over, Akiara is still fast asleep on his chest, tiny hands balled into fists as her long lashes lay on her cheeks. Sukuna’s gotta give you credit, you haven’t called or texted since her bath, and now it’s well into four hours since you’ve left and you’re still out with your friends. He’s proud of you.

He’s not sure how long in total Akiara was sleeping for, but not long after the game, she slowly twitches awake, eyes fluttering open before fixating on him. He watches fondly as her body slowly wakes up, starting with her sleepy eyes that blink open, followed by her mouth which opens to let out the smallest yawn.

“Good morning, sleepy girl,” he hums, gently cradling the back of her head. “Was that a good nap?” Akiara merely thunks her head back against his chest in response. He kisses her head softly before standing up, shuffling to the kitchen to grab one of the prepared bottles from the fridge. He pops it in her mouth, where her tiny fists assist him in holding it. The child drinks the milk happily, wide eyes blinking as she downs the beverage hungrily. He smirks, “definitely my kid.”

With that, you come home.

He can tell by the jingling of keys you’re trying to hurry in as fast as possible, and he snickers at your struggle. Once the door finally creaks open, you haul your bags into the home and kick the door shut, smiling as your eyes land on your little family. “Hey you.”

“What’s up?” He hums, kissing you as you get close. “How was it?”

“It was great!” You squeal, and he can’t fight the way his heart squeezes at your excitement. “I got some new dresses, a pair of heels, some perfumes- oh, and I got you a cologne-“

“That’s my girl,” he says, but he can tell your attention is focused on the small girl he’s currently burping, and he shrugs, “you want to take over?”

When you nod sheepishly, he gently passes Akiara over to you, and you coo down at her, “hi, Mumma’s girl,” you coo, and she burps loudly in your face. “Well excuse you!”

Sukuna can’t fight the laughter that barks from his throat, snickers tearing through until you’re smiling and shaking your head, and he pulls you in for another hug.

He loves that his small family fits in his arms.

[recklessmatt]

nsfw alphabet - m.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

matty boy is just the sweeeeetest and bestest at aftercare, he’ll make sure you’re doing okay, if you need any snacks or water, if you need a bath, if you need a massage, you name it he’s ready. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

matt LOVES your thighs omfg he loves it when they’re wrapped around his head while hes eating you out and he loves feeling them up when you’re sitting on his lap or even just sitting next to him at a restaurant

OH AND HES A TIDDY MAN !!! matt loves his hands, especially when they’re accesorized with rings and he notices you tend to stare at em a lot so he flexes them on purpose to get you riled up. he loves feeling you clench around them when hes fingering you mmmm

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

matt likes to cum in you or in your mouth mainly because it’ll be easy to clean up but im like 99% sure he has a breeding kink so the feeling of him cumming in you gets him so turned on

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes to be submissive. he loves when you take control and ride him until he cries he thinks its so hot 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i wanna say matt is experienced but not like pro level, probably like 2 bodies max, like he knows enough to get you going and he would probably do research on how to please you even more ngl and he would love to learn from you if you’re more experienced than he is

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or the one where you guys are both on your sides like spooning, he loves looking in your eyes and he loves to hold you (and your boobies)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think matt would take this more serious than goofy bc he sees it as sensual and intimate but he’ll definitely joke around with you afterwards. he would finish WHILE STILL INSIDE OF YOU then be like “wanna get ice cream” 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

matt i wanna say is nicely shaved, little to no hair because he wants to feel clean and put together

i don’t think matt cares what you do, he does prefer if you were groomed but then again he doesn’t care just do whatever the fuck you want he’s going down on you no matter what, he’s called matt the munch for a reason

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

matt is a soft dom so he is definitely romantic, but he also loves to get down and nasty and call you a slut at times but he loves praising you especially saying something like “you look so pretty, taking me so well baby” AHHHHH

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i don’t think matt jerks off as often now that he has you, but he definitely will at times hoping you will catch him so you can dick him down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfolds, he loves seeing you squirm just by his touch not able to see and not knowing what will come next and he also loves to be blindfolded as well when you take control. it’s such a different feeling and it makes his orgasm feel so good

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom, it’s a safe spot and you know, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. BUT he also loves the car, he likes the risk of possibly getting caught and because it’s a small space you guys are really close to each other

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

overstimulation and whining, he loves seeing you try to grab him and push him away when it gets too much for you, he loves to hear you whine and cry for him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

pegging and threesomes. he doesn’t like to share you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

OH THIS MAN LOVESSS TO GIVE YOU HEAD !!! he does it for his pleasure and ofc yours but the feeling of you trying to push his head away from sensitivity makes him want to keep going and he loves fingering you while sucking on your clit but he’ll never deny receiving from you, just don’t expect him to be quiet because babygirl he’s gonna be whining and groaning so loud

mattthemunchmattthemunchmattthemunchmattthemunchmattthemunch

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

honestly it depends on the day, but matt is so sweet he loves the intimacy and the feeling of going slow and deep and he wants to take his time with you but he’ll definitely have his rough sex moments

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

matt prefers to take his time with you but he’ll never deny a quickie when you’re both feeling it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think matt is open to about anything to a certain extent, he likes to experiment and he lowkey likes the risk of getting caught

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mmm i wanna say 2-3 rounds average, but if he’s looking to overstimulate you, probably 8 rounds. he has a lot of stamina idk why

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own any himself because he has you but if you were to own a vibrator he’d want you to try it on him. or if you had a dildo he’d probably use it to fuck you as a tease like does this fuck you better than i do baby?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

matt lovessss to tease you. he loves to see you begging for more

he won’t admit it but he does like when you tease him in public 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

matt is more of a groaner and whimperer tbh, he doesn’t dirty talk a whole lot but when he does, oh man you are GONE. he’s so good at dirty talk omg

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hockey player matt! (like duhhh)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hmmm, i’d say matt is pretty average just a little bigger, he fills you up perfectly, all snug in there, it turns him on to see his bulge through your stomach while he’s fucking you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don’t think he’s THAT horny but he’s just always down to fuck

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

matt would wait until you fall asleep first so he knows you’re doing okay, he would rub your back or pet your hair to make you sleepy and comfortable. it’s rare when he falls asleep before you.

CHRIS VERSION

author's note: hola i made a matt version, i have nothing else to say, goodbye stay sexy mwah <3 HAPPY 1K TO RECKLESSMATT AHHHHHH GRATEFUL FOR ALL YOU SEXIES !!!

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[winter-rosyfawn]

Wuthering Waves!Dude first Encounter with a Nymph!reader ♡ (Jiyan, Scar & Lingyang)

Cw : fluff, a mentions of Reader's Cottage and what was reader wearing. reader's described to have a soft personality & taste in clothing (she's so me istg) Woc reader! (Reader's skin is not announced, but reader is mentioned to have a silky hair.) a bit of yandere in Scar's part. thats it ig? sorry if there are some misspelled words lolol ♡ enjoy nymphies!!

notes : it is true, i am a nymph.. btw i think im gonna make a pt 2 about this because this was just too goddamn long for 3 characters.. i had too much fun times decripting reader's cottage.. enjoy loll ♥︎ WC : 6,1K (ops)

• Jiyan

– The first time he saw you was inside one of the enemy cave's hiding spot. those enemies has just hold you captive inside the cave, and Luckily Jiyan found you after he defeat the enemies.

– Upon seeing the Legendary Beauty of someone who is Most likely not a human, you left Jiyan flustered after seeing your Ethereal beauty.

– So beautiful, That it tells him right away that you are indeed not a Mortal, perhaps.

"are you.. a nymph?" Asked Jiyan, while looking down at you.

You nods.

"Hm.. interesting. i thought you and your kind was only a mere mythology, yet here i am. meeting the legendary nymph." Jiyan Says.

Seeing your body full of scars and marks, Jiyan decided to Bring you to his headquarters, he cant just leave a beautiful pearl that he just found inside that enemy cave is he?

• Scar

– He already seems to heard about the rumor of a Lady who has the beauty to surpass any living nor dead mortal in Huanglong. it is almost Unbelieveable to be heard about it.

– But scar has a Burning Soul for Rumors, he wants to see for himself, The Beauty Lady. He decided to track you down in Huanglong, using his powers (and also making his sister searching for you too).

– Upon seeing you for the first time, same as Jiyan. you have left the Culprit all blushing to himself seeing how beautiful you truly are. so beautiful.. must not be a human, eh?

– it is true about the rumors that have been flying around Huanglong, One look into her eyes, and all of their hearts falls down following her step. just like what Scar's Experiencing at that time.

– Now, He decided to Introduce himself, trying to make that rizz move towards the pretty lady. though there are some cautious feeling that Scar is also felt right now about that you are most likely not a Mortal.

"well Hello There..~ pretty lady.." Scar said in a very forced sexy voice.

"oh hello scar." you replied back to him, While watering your Plants.

Scar decided to move towards you from your back. trying to get closed to you. when you were just peacefully taking care of your plants, you felt a pair of hands coming to touch your face.

You grab that hands quickly and throwing it down into the air.

"Ouch! quite the fierce pretty lady i see.." Scar muttered beneath his breath. before he open his mouth again.

"You.. you are not a human are you?" Scar asked. while seeing your stoic face melt into a bit worried expression.

"There is no way.. someone as beautiful as you, is a mortal. there's no way.. are you – perhaps a fairy?" Asked Scar while walking close to you. so close that it felt you both could just kiss at that time. Scars hand decided to travel around your Silky hair.

"are you an angel? a Spirit? something that is obviously not human? are you a vampire? or.. are you a nymph?" he asked. upon asking, you could feel the exaggerated tone when he mentioned the words 'nymph'.

Scared that he might (already) know your identity, and just how annoying this red & white haired dude is, you decided to just.. go.

You clears your throat. "Well, Scar.. may i excuse? i have something to do. maybe we can speak later." says you. while looking down at the ground, trying to not look into his eyes.

You decided to leave him there, try not to be bothered by his following gaze. upon that, you could also feel his lips curled into a smile.

Interesting, truly an interesting pretty lady.. too bad it seems Scar has been taking a liking for you. now you just have to wait.. The Culprit Next Move. hopefully at that time, you were finally ready for him.

• Lingyang

– The first time, The-most-to-be-likely a Jingle Beast met you, is when he was trying to play with the other kids in the not so deep forest.

– he was just having fun with his human friends. and so, until he sees A very beautiful lady. walked up to him. and all of the sudden, the plays stop. all of his friends including lingyang himself, saw you with such Stargazing eyes.

– All of the boys mouth were opened while seeing you walked past them.

– After your presence left, all of his friends were starting to talked to each other about your Unreal Drop Dead Beauty.

– Except Lingyang.. sure he admires your beauty just as much as his friends do. but.. he seems soo stern and quiet all of the sudden. in his minds, he can smell how different you are from how an usual human female scent would do. you.. are you an angel? he asked himself inside his mind.

The next day, he decided to go to the woods, not to play with his human friends. but to search for you. with your scent that still lingering inside his mind, he decided to search something that smells like you, perhaps those scent can bring him to meet with you again.

And he was right, after a hours searching for you – he met a very beautiful cottage near a lake in the middle of the woods. the cottage was so beautiful, it has a soft white wall, a beige door and a dark brown roof. its not so big, but it felt cozy. the cottage is decorated with a beautiful white wisteria flowers with beige ribbons attached to it. in the windows, he can see a beautiful daisy in a soft pink coloured pot in front of it. just by seeing the cottage and how the house was scented in. he knew that it is your cottage.

Lingyang decided to stop to wait for you and so he decided to look around the house while waiting. when he was waiting for you, he learned about your obsession with flowers and soft colour by how you decorate your cottage. such a beautiful lady and a beautiful taste.

After a couple of hours, your presence start to become more and more clearer to him, you finally did come! you come while wearing a beautiful white lace dress with soft pink cardigan on it. your hair is beautiful and you also wear a white ribbon attached into the back of your hair. you also bring a basket full of Beautiful fresh flowers in it. seeing his presence in your area, you became confused. what does this weird looking guy wants with you?? you think to yourself.

Seeing your confused gaze, Lingyang decided to approach you little by little while Introducing himself to you.

"Hello! My name is lingyang. sorry if i come to your house uninvited. but i was just sooo intrigued with your presence! you just look soo.. hm.. beautiful i'd say!" Lingyang says, trying to keep it friendly yet not creepy for you to think that he's weird. (little did he know, you already think that he is weird from the time you saw him waiting outside your cottage.)

"oh hello. my name is [y/n]. nice to meet you.. eh.. lingyang." you replied. while putting a soft smile into your face.

Seeing your beautiful smile, Lingyang's heart drop. You could literally see his cheeks heaten up after seeing your smile.

You chuckled. but you realize that it was almost due. and so.. since he looks like a child, you dont want to take the risk to talk with a child when its almost night. so you decided to end the meeting.

"Well uh, Lingyang.. its nice for me to meet you, y'know.. but i think its getting more dark. we should end our talking, and then maybe we can talk more tomorrow in the morning, how's that sound, hm?" you asked.

"Oh! well i guess so.. well.. i'll meet you again tomorrow, Angel!" Lingyang says, while waving at you with a huge smile on his face. seeing that and hearing how he called you angel makes your cheek also turned red. dammit! its reverse card was it? ugh.. you thought to yourself.

But oh well, Lingyang was so excited that he has made a friend with a very beautiful lady that lives in a cottage, inside the woods today. he just cant imagine how good his days would be when he meets you again tomorrow. now, both of you needs a good rest for the next good day.

[slutforop81]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 ˡⁿ⁴

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬? 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐲!𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐚t 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐛𝐡, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

You and Lando have been friends since always. And yes, when you say always you mean that. Your moms were sort of best friends when they were younger, kind of resorting to you and Lando also being best friends since basically birth.

You’re both 24 now, Lando being a successful f1 driver and you studying medicine right now.

When you were younger you two always talked about moving together some day, and well - here you are, sitting in the living room in your shared apartment in Monaco while Lando talks about the girl he recently met.

“You don’t get it… like- she’s incredible! She’s anything I could ever ask for…” he stops for a moment, taking in your absent state. “I invited her over for dinner tonight, by the way.”

Your ears perk up at his words, “tonight?,” you ask, wanting to do everything but to meet your best friend’s new lover. “Shit uh- im busy I thought I told you…” you stutter out a lame excuse, Lando not really looking like he buys it.

“Busy? With what?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

Your eyes widen a bit, but you make out an excuse, “I was going to that party tonight… you know the one with Alex and his brother…?”

He looks away, clearly still not believing you but deciding not to push any further. “Oh alright… i mean have fun, im not gonna stop you, just know that she’ll most likely still be here when you’re gone yeah?”

You nod, “maybe another time… I’d love to meet her.” Full faced lie but who cares. You get up from the couch, pointing over your shoulder towards your room. “Uh I was gonna get ready now im leaving in an hour that okay?”

He responds with a small nod and a tight smile, clearly hurt by the fact that his best friend turns him down like that. He pushes it off and just continues watching whatever is on the tv.

-

After a good hour you leave your room, looking absolute bomb with your hair up and curled and a cute yet small dress covering your body. You make your way to the living room where Lando was still on the couch, scrolling though his phone and not acknowledging you when you make your entrance.

About to pick up your bag from the coffee table, he looks up, raised brows. “You’re 𝐧𝐨𝐭 going out like… 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.” He says, pointing out your outfit.

“Why not?” You practically snap back, not knowing why Lando suddenly tells you what to do and not do.

“Half your ass is hanging out!”

You just ignore him with a simple roll of your eyes as you pick up your purse and walk to the front door. You hear him huff and mumble something under his breath but decide to just ignore it.

Once outside the first thought you get is ‘fuck’. Fuck. Fuck because where tf do you go now? Oh Alex’s party? Lie.

You get in your car and just drive on to the nearest club on the Navi. Already a few minutes later you’re stood in front of amber lounge Monaco, a club you know to well from the countless parties Lando already had been invited to in the past.

You make your entrance, have a good dance with the most random people on the dance floor and everything’s great, until you suddenly feel a hand groping your rear. Instinctively you immediately turn around and see who it was, now stood in front of a tall man, dark hair and eyes full of desire. What a perv.

“What the fuck dude!” You yell over the loud music before letting out a huff and making your way off the dance floor. On the way to the toilets in the back of the club, you don’t even realize the tears streaming down your cheeks. Usually Lando would be here, taking care of it and making sure things like this wouldn’t happen, but he’s not.

You’re hit by a wave of disgusts at the thought of him doing whatever with his new girlfriend now as you get to the bathroom. In front of the mirror you quickly wipe away some mascara and tears from under your eyes, before taking out your phone to check the time.

For fucks sake how long have you been dancing for? You don’t even remember the time you left the apartment but the time on your phone clearly shows that it’s too late for you, especially without having anyone to take you home or anything. You decide it’s best for you to leave, so you do. On the way out you see the man from the dance floor again, waving you over, but you ignore him as your pace quickens and In no time you’re sat in your car, starting the engine and driving back to the apartment.

-

You stumble inside, surprised to still see a light in the kitchen. You toe off your extremely uncomfortable heels and peek your head to the kitchen, Lando standing at the counter and making some food. When he hears you, he turns around with a slight smile, which is quickly fading when he sees the smudged mascara on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately putting down the spoon in his hand and turning his whole attention towards you.

“Huh? Oh nothing, don’t worry about it…” you mumble as you put down your bag and walk inside the kitchen fully. “What are you making?” You ask, switching the topic as you open the fridge to get out some water.

“Mac and cheese..” He says softly, watching you walk into the kitchen. He can tell you aren’t being honest, but he’s still not sure what happened. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t want to talk about it?” He says, sounding worried.

You smile at him, “just… girl issues, don’t worry about it.” Fucking he’ll do your insides cringe at what you just told him but you push it off with an awkward smile.

He shrugs, not knowing if he really believes you, but deciding not to push it. “If you say so…” He says, turning back around to focus on the food he’s making. “Do you want some?” He asks.

You shake your head, sitting up on the kitchen island with a bottle of water in your hand. You watch his back for a moment, and eerie silence in the room before you break it again. “How was your evening with- uh you didn’t tell me her name yet actually?”

“Her name’s Luisa, she’s great.” He says softly, smiling a little just thinking about her. “Did you meet anyone tonight?” He asks, clearly just trying to make conversation.

“Nope, wasn’t a lot going on in the cl- at the party tonight…” you mumble.

“Really? I would’ve thought you would meet some hot guy and take him home?” He teases. He notices how annoyed you seem to be by his question, and feels a little bad. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He stops talking mid-sentence, realizing how that may have been awkward to ask.

you once again smile, a weird awkward tension in the room. “No no, it’s okay… just glad you and Luisa had fun…”

“Thanks. I really like her.” He says, looking back at you with a soft look in his eyes. He can tell there’s something more on your mind. Your behavior is unlike anything he’s seen from you the rest of the day.

“Do you think she’s the one?” You ask, not really thinking.

He turns to you, a little surprised by the question but smiling softly. "I hope so. It's too soon to say, but I really like her..."

You hop off the counter and get a fork from the drawer, before hogging a fork of Landos food with a smirk. “Heyy stop stealing my food!” He says playfully.

Lots of giggles are exchanged the next few minutes, before an eerie silence sets in, just for Lando to break it, “do you think im good enough for her…?” He asks, keeping his gaze locked onto the floor as he sets his bowl of Mac and cheese down on the counter.

“More than good enough… she’s lucky to have found someone as caring and loving as you…” you say quietly.

He meets your gaze for a moment before looking away again, “you think so?”

You just nod with a small hum of approval.

"I don't know... sometimes I question it. And I know she has so many options, I don't want to keep her from potentially finding something better..." He says quietly, not looking at you. He sounds insecure, which is not something he usually shows. He normally puts on a confident face, never showing this side of himself, yet you can see it clearly.

You look back up at him, almost shocked at his words since he’s usually the funny, self confident guy. “Oh cut it, you’re literally perfect Lando.” You say immediately, not really thinking how he’d take your words.

“You think im perfect?” He asks, finally meeting your eyes.

“You’re my best friend, of course I do…” you murmur, feeling a little awkward now.

He looks at you, the look in his eyes showing his appreciation for your honesty. It's like he's never heard those words before, and that's exactly what he needed to hear. “…thank you." He says quietly, the smile on his face growing.

There’s a long, eerie yet calming silence. You think about your next words, when you suddenly get a thought you’d been having for a while now.

“Do you think im unlovable…?” You ask quietly, almost a whisper, your gaze on the ground again.

His head immediately cocks towards you, his brows raised. “No, why would you say that?”

“Just a stupid thought, forget about it…” you murmur, thinking it’s bullshit.

He doesn't believe you, but decides not to press the subject. A part of him feels that there must be some reason behind that statement. "... okay. Just... you're not, I promise." He says, looking you in the eye.

“How would you know…” you more state than ask in a hushed tone of voice.

He doesn't answer for a few moments, a hint of a smile lingering on his lips. "...because you're amazing, Y/N. Any guy would be lucky to have you." He says in a quiet but strong voice.

You stay quiet, chewing on the inside of your lip as you’re debating whether to say the next words or not. Your thoughts get interrupted by Lando again. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing.” You say back almost immediately, a forced smile plastered across your lips. A smile Lando has seen so many times and knows so well.

“Don’t bullshit me… ‘cause you’re acting off and I don’t like that…”

“I’m fine.” You’re quick with a reply again, absolutely hating being in this situation right now.

“Don’t do this again.” Lando stays firmly yet his voice wavering slightly. “Don’t do this thing where you shut me out again and don’t let me and- and just push away all those feelings because im sick of that.” He almost snaps, followed by a long silence of you not responding. “Is it really that you don’t care? Do you not care about your feelings or- or-“

“No, I in fact don’t care. I don’t care that I have nobody I- I don’t care that im some depressed girl i don’t care that- that im unlovable and I- I!” You start talking, not finding an end as he cuts you off again.

“Stop- don’t talk like that…” he says quietly yet firmly.

“No! You- you have Luisa and I have no one why- why do you get to love and be loved and I don’t?!” You snap, not even thinking about your words.

"Don’t say that, you are loved, okay? You have me." He says, stepping closer to you, staring at you with a determined expression. “You have nobody? No one? Not me? You’ve been my best friend for years, and you haven’t once considered the idea that you’re loved by me?" He asks, his voice slightly wavering.

“But not the way you love Luisa!”

His heart skips a beat at that. “…it doesn’t have to be the same way I love her” he says, his voice slightly lowered. He can’t stand the fact that you don’t realize how much he cares about you.

“Yes it does!” You yell, not even realizing how pathetic you sound.

“Stop yelling!” He yells back. At this point you’re both a yelling mess, not even knowing what it’s all about no more. Lando is hurt by your words, by the fact that you feel like you’re unlovable, but he pushes those feelings away as he shakes his head and walks to the front door and puts on a jacket and shoes.

You follow after him, tears of both, anger and frustration, stinging in the corner of your eyes. “What are you doing?” You ask, voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Going to Luisa’s place.” He murmurs as he grabs his car keys and just… leaves…

-

[daistea]

marriage hcs with mithrun and kabru? im a huge sucker for domestic stuff lol

Ya!!

2,500 words

Dungeon Meshi Spoilers ‼️❗️

no tw I don’t think

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♡︎ Mithrun ♡︎

Mithrun’s proposal isn’t big. He just slips the ring on your finger and tells you it’s happening.

He wouldn’t care what the wedding is like, just tell him where to be and when. Though if you insist on his opinion he’ll tell you that something simple would be most comfortable.

I wonder if there’s like a formal outfit for the Canaries… Or elven wedding garbs. Idk!

If you have a reception and you force him to dance, then you get to see Mithrun’s nobility training in effect! He can waltz!

He ends up throwing the bouquet because reasons but he just straight up launches it into Pattadol’s face.

Anyway, onto home life. Mithrun actually cleans a lot, just out of habit. So you don’t have a messy husband, yay!

But he doesn’t care much about decorating his surroundings. You’re the one who fixes up the house how you like it.

He teleports around the house but he’s very careful to always know where you are. He often sneaks up on you, not on purpose at first. After a while he starts sneaking up on you because your reactions are funny.

Every good couple finds ways to torment each other. It keeps the romance alive.

Mithrun puts his cold fingers and feet on you in bed. He does it with a straight face but you see the evil intent in his eye…

You reorganize on a regular basis, and sometimes move all the furniture two inches to the left. You do this when he’s gone and honestly he doesn’t notice until he starts running into things without explanation.

Mithrun is a very touchy person with you. And only with you. Nobody else.

He wraps his arms around you from behind a lot. He kisses your neck. He buries his face in your hair. And he’ll do it anywhere, this man does not care who sees.

People new to Melini hear about the fearsome, dangerous, cold Captain of the Canaries. And when they hear he has a spouse they’re like ??oh??

Then they see him cuddling you. His face is blank but he’s holding you tight, closing his eyes as he rests his head on yours. And they wonder if this is the fearsome guy they heard about.

Marriage looks good on Mithrun. He never thought he’d get married, ever. But he craves your company, he wants you around all the time, he wants every inch of your attention. Your affectionate smiles should be only for him. And he has no problem telling you that you’re his and your attention should be on him.

I mean, you’re one of the few desires he has. He’s going to soak up every bit of you, inject you in his bloodstream, graft you into the fabric of his soul. He’s not going to say that, but it’s true.

My guilty pleasure is making Mithrun into an obsessive partner, but that’s honestly just my headcanon/preference and not something I would insist is canon to his character.

Obsessive as in following you around like a lost puppy, always finding some way to touch you, overwhelming attraction, getting a bit irritable when you’re away, being very possessive, etc. But then again, that’s just my preference talking.

At night, he holds you like he thinks you’re about to disappear.

You cast sleep spells to help him rest at night or else he’ll be awake for hours and hours until his body gives out.

Mithrun likes being the little spoon, even if you’re smaller than him. But he also likes being the big spoon sometimes. #switch

You think cooking together will be sweet and fun, right? Wrong. It’s horrible. The first time you try to cook together you just keep bumping into each other, getting in the way, picking up things and setting them down somewhere and forgetting where that was. It gets a bit tense.

You don’t cook together again.

Mithrun actually likes cooking and will probably want to take turns making the food. Except his food is crap at first. Total shit. He’ll learn.

When Mithrun is irritated or mad at you gives you the silent treatment. He’s grumpy. He’ll mutter under his breath a little. Just love on him until he softens up. Wrap your arms around him from behind and harass him a bit.

Speaking of harassment, Mithrun does that all the time. You’ve got some paperwork or whatever that you’re working on? Well he wants your attention. Right now. And he’s going to get it.

You just see him walk into the room with that look in his eye, his pupils focused, his mouth set in a line. And you groan because you know he’s about to do everything in his power to distract you.

That means flopping down like a rag doll in your lap. Or kissing your neck, biting a bit. His hands are going places. He won’t outright say he wants attention, but it’s clear he wants it.

Then the moment you actually give him attention, he gets up and wanders away.

He steals the blankets at night, but fortunately does not spread out much.

I feel like Mithrun would have a bunch of weird hobbies. He’s just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. There’s pottery, of course. But that’s kind of messy. He makes really dumb bowls too. Idk, they’re just dumb looking bowls.

He takes up gardening. But one time he didn’t realize he was getting too hot and he kinda collapsed face first into the squash patch. He tasted dirt that day. It was fine.

He tried knitting! He makes a horrible little stuffed pig and sends it to Milsiril. She doesn’t respond with a thank you letter or anything. She hides it in a box in her attic so she doesn’t have to look at it.

Mithrun isn’t concerned with being good at these things, he’s just doing them to do them. King behavior

I think you’d both eventually adopt a pet. And by adopt I mean Mithrun found this dog digging through the trash and brought it home.

You share each other’s clothes a lot. It doesn’t matter how small or big you are, Mithrun is pulling on your sweater and drowning in the scent of you. He also likes seeing you in his clothes! I imagine he wears tall-man clothes half the time tbh, idk I just like Mithrun in baggy flowy tunics that are rolled up at the arms… But elf clothes physically fit him better because he’s so smol.

Generally, your life is peaceful. You might go with him on monster surveys, or help at the noodle shop. You’re a team, you move in sync with each other, able to tell what the other is thinking just from a look.

Often around other people, you and Mithrun silently communicate through passing glances.

He never takes his ring off. Never. He gets grumpy if you take yours off.

Mithrun’s brother likes to visit. I headcanon that his brother has a family by now (UNCLE MITHRUN!!!) and they all love you. (One night he’s putting his niece or nephew to bed and they’re like ‘uncle Mithrun, the hat man doesn’t like you’ and he’s like ..okay. Thank you for letting me know.)

You two have a routine! Mithrun lives by routine anyway, so you quickly follow and do your daily things. It’s not boring though because you’re happy to be doing them together.

Life is calm and he’s content. It’s so much more than he ever thought he’d get. He’s going to savor every second.

♡︎ Kabru ♡︎

Kabru’s proposal is simple and intimate, but he makes sure to do things right. He tells you to meet him at a certain spot and that you’re ’going shopping’ for something. But lol no he’s proposing

Except of course something goes terribly wrong and Kabru is left a stressed out mess and wants to redo the whole thing. But tough luck buddy, you’ve already accepted. He sighs and furrows his brows and smiles, giving you that look that tells the world just how he feels. It’s soft and adoring and so in love.

Kabru is involved in the wedding planning for every step of the way. He’s almost a bit controlling with it.

He knows so many people that the guest list quickly reaches the hundreds.

Eventually Kabru gives up and you two plan to have something small and private instead. Which is a relief, because with something private he won’t feel the need to mask himself the entire time, to play the part.

He’s so! Excited! To see you in your wedding clothes!

He’s actually a bit gushy about it. Like he’s trying to hide his excitement. He puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, but his eyes are wide and he’s all riled up.

At the reception you honestly just sit in the corner together and whisper all night. For once he doesn’t intend on using this opportunity to gain information or insight.

Onto home life! Maybe for a tiny bit, you two live in his little room? Just until you get a house.

His landlord teases constantly.

Once you do get a place to stay, he actually doesn’t care about decorating all that much. He’s got stuff though, books and notebooks and random things he’s gathered over the years.

Kabru is a mess. He isn’t gross, but he’s unorganized and kinda just tosses his clothes on the floor. He leaves drawers open, and cabinets open.

He sleeps spread out, limbs everywhere. He drools sometimes. He makes you promise to not tell anyone that ever.

Kabru doesn’t cook. He’ll attempt it for you, though. He’ll try a lot of new things for you. He tries to eat more, to sleep more, and actually take care of himself. He knows you’d like that.

Kabru is pretty social. He keeps you up to date on every little endeavor he has going on. You have a routine of going to this restaurant or tavern frequently and he’ll lean in close to you and whisper about the people.

That guy over there? He’s got some information on this. Kabru’s going to buy him a drink.

This isn’t as effective as it was before Melini became a nation, though, when he was just an adventurer on the island. Because now Kabru is the King’s advisor and people are a little intimidated by him.

This frustrates him. When you get home and sit on the couch, he’ll lay his head in your lap or wrap his arms around your waist and complain. He likes being the advisor, but he doesn’t like how people think he’s intimidating and royal or important.

You visit Kabru at the castle often! Hell, maybe you even live in the castle with him! Idk how that works.

He has a lot of stuffy meetings with diplomats and important people, and you’ll often be on his arm. Galas, parties, dinners. It’s kind of exhausting. But Kabru loves every minute of it. He’s got you next to him, and he’s got the Kahka Brud diplomat tipsy enough to openly discuss the Queen’s affair with a servant. It’s so great.

You also share a lot of knowing looks with Kabru. When Laois does something Laois-y, you just look at each other.

Kabru isn’t much for PDA, he cares about who’s watching and what they think. He’s actually a little paranoid that people might find a way to use you against him. So he’s constantly planting these little ideas in people’s heads, about what might happen if anyone messed with you… It’s more subtle than I’m able to exemplify but you get the point.

Your husband has a room dedicated to his thoughts. His sherlock holmes mind palace.

It’s actually just a dark room where he puts pictures of people on the walls and connects them all with red yarn. You walk in with a lamp and he just flinches and squints at the light. Little freak.

He will talk your ear off, explaining each and every thought he has in his little web. Actually, doing that helps him sort things out and come to realizations!

He likes sitting on the floor with you in his lap, his arms around your waist. Idk he’s just the kind of guy to sit on the floor and stare at the wall in deep thought.

Kabru doesn’t really get mad at you. He gets very concerned if you do something reckless and might look a bit frustrated on the outside, but he generally keeps his cool and speaks respectfully.

He can be a bit snarky though.

Different from most couples, you don’t terrorize each other that much. You might terrorize him, but he doesn’t do that. Kabru doesn’t do pranks or cute little revenge things. Kabru’s idea of terrorizing someone is slowly gaslighting them into insanity over the years. He won’t do that to you, obviously.

He never takes his ring off! He’s hurt if you take yours off.

He dances a lot with you when you’re alone. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and sway a little. He’ll grab your hand and your hip and spin you around the kitchen. There’s no music, he doesn’t need it. He just wants to see you laugh.

If you make horrible crappy food he’ll still eat it. He hesitates to tell you it’s bad. It’s only when you insist on his opinion that he’ll admit it’s shit. (But he does so nicely)

Wear his clothes. Please. Please wear his clothes, it drives him crazy. You’ll be the death of him.

Y’all are weird, you match each others freaks. He adores your quirks and hobbies and is genuinely interested in learning about everything.

Seriously. He wants to know everything. Every thought that passes through your pretty head, every inch of you, every beat of your heart. He explores your body a lot. He worships you.

Kabru never thought he’d get married, actually. Not that he was opposed to the idea, he just wasn’t considering it until he met you. He’s extremely loyal, though, and you’re stuck with him forever. He reminds you of that often.

He keeps a mental list of people who have flirted with you or checked you out. He has his eye on them.

Kabru likes being the little spoon!

He likes bathing with you, washing your hair. It’s just intimate for him.

Your evenings are spent talking about everything and nothing. And he’s not digging for info, he’s just enjoying himself.

He likes to watch you sleep sometimes. Don’t ask why, just let him do his thing.

Milsiril visits often. She’s a relatively chill mother in law, if not a bit clingy. But she won’t just cling to Kabru, she’ll cling to you too (after you prove your worth)

Milsiril unfortunately shows up without warning sometimes, and her timing is horrible. It’s usually when you and Kabru are kissing and your hands are everywhere and you’re being gently laid on the bed and—

Oh there’s elf mom.

He gets embarrassed with her. She tells a lot of stories she thinks are cute. Kabru does not think they’re cute.

Once she leaves there’s a huge sigh of relief.

Kabru speaks other languages to you sometimes, but he refuses to tell you what he’s said.

Life with Kabru is interesting! You’re always busy. You’ve always got something going on. But it’s those moments when you’re in bed together, when your limbs are tangled in the dark, that he treasures the most.

[luvfy0dor]

congratulations on 600 follows yay!! always love reading your works🫶

can i request first and neck kisses with chuuya?

so sorry if im reading the rules wrong, thank you in advance!

Chuuya Nakahara + First and Neck Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; probably ooc

Chuuya had been in a few relationships before he got into one with you, but no matter how many first kisses he shared with people, he always felt some anxiety form in the pit of his stomach. He knew you liked him just as much as he liked you, but the little voice in his head constantly brought up the possiblity that you'd grimace and run away like a kid anytime he thought about kissing you. Currently he sat in his office, trying to hype himself up to ask you for a kiss that night. You were gonna come over and he'd suggest you watch a romantic movie, and then he'd improvise from there on. 'A brilliant plan!' He thought, 'feels a little sleazy though, like somethin' the mackerel would do..' he shrugged and stood up, pushing his chair in and rounding his stuff up to head home. He hopped on his motorcycle and drove through the streets of Yokohama or his residence, taking the elevator up to his penthouse. His eyes widened when he found you already waiting there for him, sitting at the island in the kitchen. "Chuuya, you're home!" You say enthusiastically, hopping off the stool to give him a hug. He practically dropped everything to open his arms for your embrace, pulling you in and resting his head on his shoulder. Anticipation was building up in his stomach, giving him butterflies and making him feel silly and stupid for literally planning out his first kiss with you. He didn't care though and pulled away from the hug with a smile. "How was work?" You asked him, brushing his bangs away from his face. He stared at you with a smile but not a single thought behind his eyes. You raised a brow. "Chuuya?" You asked again, readying yourself to wave a hand in front of his face to take him out of whatever haze he was in, but he seemed to have snapped out of it on his own. "Oh, uh, it was pretty good, how was work for you?" He asked in return, his eyes staring directly at your lips, his cheeks getting a little pinker with each passing second. "It was good, my least favorite coworker was out." You tell him. "Can I kiss you?"

The words took your breath away momentarily and your eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, go right ahead-" and that's exactly what he did, gently guiding your face towards his with his gloved hand. His heart swelled in his chest as your lips finally touched like he had wanted them to for a while now. He felt your hand entangle in his slightly messy hair and pull him in closer, just to have to pull away seconds later for air. Chuuyas breath was unsteady and his cheeks, nose, and lips were all red when he peered up at you through his long lashes. You grinned. "That was super eager, Chuuya. It's okay though, I've wanted to kiss you for a while now too." His ears visibly perk up and he can't help but smile a tad bit at your words, though he tries to fight it. "Have you really?" You nod. He sighs and hugs you, burying his head in the crook of your neck and pressing some soft kisses on your skin there. You smiled and rubbed his back, drawing small hearts into the fabric of his jacket while he continued to kiss all over your neck. He eventually sighs and just rests his head on your shoulder, his body relaxing under your gentle touch. "This feels like a whole different Chuuya." You tease. "Oh, shut up, I've wanted to kiss ya for a while, it's nothin' new." He says with a grimace. It makes you giggle and you lean in to kiss him again, tracing his sharp jawline with your thumb. He's a little caught off guard but quickly leans into it like second nature, putting his hands on your hips. "It's okay Chuuya, I love you just the same." He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, sweetheart...I love you too, though."

A/n; AHHHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH MWAH 💖💖 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! It might be a little out of character but I hope it's not too bad, thank you for the request!!

[justauthoring]

spoilers for jjk261

(im so upset right now and i don’t even know if this is canon accurate but i needed to vent my feelings so take this small drabble lol)

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“b-but… it’s his body…”

“y/n—”

“no. you… you can’t expect me to be okay with this.”

“…we’re not asking you to be okay with it.”

you’re not sure who says it but your heart sinks at the words.

they’re all surrounding you but you can’t see them through the tears. you know shoko’s there, yuuta too—but… but that’s only because he’s the one who’s…—

you can’t even say the words.

“he deserves peace,” you argue, words choked and raspy. “he’s at peace. it’s—it’s not right to just use his body like this… like a weapon!”

“he agreed. you did too.”

“i thought he’d win!”

and the words wretch past your lips, ripping every bit of shield you’d built up to protect yourself since this godforsaken battle had begun. you hadn’t been okay with gojo fighting sukuna, not by himself, but it hadn’t mattered because he was the strongest and the decision was out of your hands.

you’d been comforted by that fact, though, all the same. gojo was the strongest, so you hadn’t doubted his ability to win.

but he hadn’t. gojo lost, as sick as the words seemed to even think, and you’d been forced to watch the man you love die right in front of your eyes.

and now?

now they wanted to use his body as a weapon.

hands fall on your shoulders and you blink through blurred vision to see shoko staring down at you. her eyes are distant and cold but there’s a frown on her lips and you know she’s trying to comfort you in anyway she knows how to.

it doesn’t help.

“y/n-sensei.”

it’s yuuta calling for you.

“i promise i’ll treat his body with care.”

and his words pull a sob from your lips. it’s beyond your ability to stop it or at least hold it back. through the silence of the room, your sob sounds like a scream as you collapse within yourself, falling to the floor pitifully.

because yuuta was just as much a victim now as gojo was and yet, here he was comforting you. you’re supposed to be the adult and the one guiding him and yet it was kids fighting this war and paying the consequences for the actions of adults.

and there’s nothing you can do to stop this. not for yuuta, yourself or for gojo.

gojo. the man you love, a man whose been used as a weapon his entire life and you’re powerless to stop it from happening even in his death.

as you sit there, crumpled on the ground, crying and sobbing in front of everyone—shoko’s hand squeezes your shoulder and yuuta is smiling at you but everyone else just stares—you think that maybe geto was right all along.

and the thought comes with a burning hatred for those who’ve made it this way.

[cvmkoo]

➟ missed call

➟ summary : jungkook yearns for you, with an intensity that's hard to describe. he would do anything, absolutely anything, to have you all for himself. hes not afraid of getting his hands dirty, and he'll stop at nothing until you are all his. what he wants, he will have, and nothing will stop him.

➟ genre : angst, psychotic love, fluff, comfort

➟ warnings : lack of consent, nightmares, descriptions of passing out, unhealthy relationships, emotional abuse, psychotic behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, bipolar behavior, possessiveness, graphic violence, verbal violence, stalking, forced isolation, captivity, severe power imbalances.

➟ wordcount : 3.1k

➟ note : this is an ongoing series you can continue reading on my wattpad page!!

you involuntary flinch when you hear the door on the top of the rusty stairs creak open, blinding light peeking through the dim basement. the metal chains around your ankles rattle, and he smiles at the sight.

he tells you that you look so beautiful while you sleep, he expresses and shows you how incredibly you are and it reminds him of the first time he saw you on campus.

you were wearing a tank top with a denim jacket, and had your pretty hair cascading down.

the boy with the doe eyes and a smile that could cure cancer has turned into something of your nightmares.

he calls your name, and the sound of the syllables rolling off of his tongue make you internally shiver. the light illuminates his figure and you can see him descending down the stairs, holding a tray.

it makes you feel sick, the smell of his cooking makes you gag, but the only thing that keeps you from throwing up is the lack of food in your system.

the candle gutters, and jungkook's features are distorted by the flickering light. the boy who used to make your heart race now inspires only fear.

"Y/N." he whispers, his voice laced with a hunger that makes your skin crawl. "you're so beautiful... even when you're chained up like this."

you flinch, but there's nowhere to hide in this dingy basement. The chains around your wrists and ankles are your prison.

he sets the tray down on a dusty table, the clink of the dishes echoing ominously in the gloom.

"eat." he commands, his smile twisted into something sinister. "you need your strength."

The food looks rancid - leftover stew, hardened bread, and something that might have once been fruit, now moldy and rotten.

but you're starving, and the thought of even a single morsel is almost enough to make you weak with hunger.

a flicker of defiance sparks in your eyes. you're not just some animal he can keep locked away and feed at his whim. But what can you do? the chains are secure, and he's much stronger than you are

a tear escapes down your cheek, and he notices. "don't cry, doll." he coaxes, his voice soft again. "it's not your fault. im the one who's gone bad."

you want to believe him. you wanted to believe him when he the boy next door with the kind eyes and the easy smile. but his actions speak louder than his words, and his actions have turned monstrous.

" 'm not hungry" you manage to choke out, your voice raw with emotion. "i don't want your food."

his smile falters, and for a moment, the boy you once loved looks back at you. But the flicker is fleeting. "you have to eat, Y/N." he insists, his eyes pleading. "you need your strength."

the plea in his voice twists your gut. does he really care for you, or does he just want to keep you alive so he can keep hurting you?

your mind races, but you know there's no easy answer.

there's a shift in the atmosphere, and you feel it like a physical weight. The room is heavy with tension, and his eyes are dark with hunger.

he takes a step toward you, and your body tenses. The fear is palpable. you can taste it, bitter and metallic on your tongue.

jungkook kneels onto the floor infront of you, his movements slow and deliberate. his hand reaches out, his fingers caressing your cheek.

you flinch, and he sighs.

"why do you fight me, Y/N?" he murmurs, his voice aching with a strange mix of regret and desire. "i don't want to hurt you. i want to take care of you."

you tremble, the conflicting emotions tearing at your insides. the chains rattle, and jungkook's gaze is drawn to them.

"you're slowly killing me." you blurt out, your shaky voice barely more than a whisper. "i can't breathe down here."

jungkook's hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and his gaze is dark with desire.

"you're wrong, doll." he whispers.

"im saving you."

with that, he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. he pecks your lips once again, and then he pulls away.

he stands up, leaving you breathless and shaking.

he turns, and walks back up the stairs. the door shuts behind him, the bolt sliding into place with an ominous click.

as the candle gutters, and the light fades, you let the tears fall freely.

-

it's dark. the only sound is the slow drip of water leaking through the cracks in the ceiling.

your limbs are stiff and aching, and the smell of decay and rot fills your nostrils.

you're alone.

the thought hits you like a punch to the gut, and a sob escapes your lips.

jungkook's face flashes before your eyes. the memory of his touch, his kiss, lingers like a ghost on your skin.

but he's gone, and you're trapped in this nightmare alone.

a horrified scream escapes your mouth, and you shoot your eyes open.

your eyes scan the room, but you can barely see anything.

"oh god, oh god, no." you breathe, your chest heaving with unsteady breaths. "no!" you choke out

"jungkook?" you call out, your voice hoarse and shaky. "where are you?"

there's no response, only the echo of your own voice reverberating off the stone walls.

"jungkook!" you shout, panic rising in your throat.

the chains clink, the sound mocking you.

you're trembling, there's beads of sweat cascading down your temples, silent tears streaming down your face and you try to catch a breath.

"k-kook." you whimper shakily, pulling on the restraints as hard as you can, feeling the metal cut into your flesh.

you hear the creaking sound of the door, and the sudden illumination makes you flinch, shutting your eyes and hiding your face in the crook of your arm.

you let out a terrified scream, feeling hands grab at your wrists, making you jolt.

"hey— hey, hey." the soothing voice calls out, and you slowly open your eyes, letting the image of the man come into focus.

jungkook is crouched next to you, his brows furrowed in worry.

You cant make up his figure well, but you can tell that he has a graphite gray shirt on, along with a matching pair of sweatpants. His hair is messy and ruffled, and he looks so fatigued.

"what's wrong, doll?" he asks, his voice a low and croaky.

you stare at him, the tears still flowing freely down your face, your chest heaving as your laboured breaths echo through the empty basement.

"koo.." you cry out, hiccups escaping your mouth, hands instinctivly clutching onto the rough material of his shirt.

jungkook's eyes soften, and he quickly wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You feel his strong arms collecting your body into a much needed embrace.

you tense for a second.

jungkook breaths out shakily.

He pushes your head down his broad shoulder, and you turn your head, allowing yourself to rest on his shoulder.

"shh, it's alright, i'm here." he soothes, rubbing circles on your back.

He smells so good, his cologne invading your senses, the musky scent calming you down. You let out a sob, and his arms tighten around you.

"calm down, little one." he soothes, his hand moving up and down your back in a calming motion.

"I had a n-nightmare." you sob into his neck. "it was so scary, kookie--"

"It's okay," he cuts you off. "you're safe, im here, doll."

you clutch onto his shirt, breathing in his scent, letting his voice wash over you.

jungkook moves slightly, adjusting himself on the cold concrete floor. He pulls you into his lap, letting you sit between his legs, and your body melts against his, the heat of his body.

"feel me? feel my chest." he questions, lifting your palm up with his warm hand to press it against his solid chest. "feel my heart beating?"

you emit a low hum, trying to press your hand harder on his broad chest to stop yourself from trembling.

he notices, takes your hand a little higher on his pecs, until you can feel the thumping of his heart.

youre scared. youre terrified, but he's here, and for a moment, that's all that matters.

jungkook's hand cradles the back of your head, and he presses his lips to your forehead, kissing the skin gently.

"breathe for me." he says, his voice low and calm. "come on, deep breath in, and out"

you obey, inhaling and exhaling, feeling his chest rise and fall against your body.

you're shaking, and jungkook can feel it.

he runs his hands up and down your arms, trying to get you to stop trembling.

"what was it about, hm?" he asks softly, his voice full of concern.

you remain silent, staring unknowingly into his deep eyes.

"won't tell me? no?" he tilts your head to the side, the pad of his thumb outlining the corner of your lip.

you look up at him with moist eyes.

"scary." you barely let out. "so dark and scary."

-

"yeah? tell me, love. what was so scary about it?" he encourages, rough hand coming up to tilt your chin up to him, his deep eyes locking into a deep gaze with yours.

"so dark. scary" you lowly whimper.

"there was loud noises and then — it w-was suddenly quiet, i was so scared." you utter, your hands roaming everywhere until they found home on jungkooks.

he immediately notices, and he takes hold of your wrists, guiding them back to his chest, holding them in place.

"then, when you came. i thought you left. i didn't hear your footsteps." you shakily mutter, leaning more into his chest.

jungkook sighs. you feel your eyes sting.

"i dont want to stay here." you whimper, lower lash line tingling from unshed tears.

"im scared, kook. please let me go."

he stays silent, the grip on your wrists tightening. jungkook clenches his jaw, shutting his eyes tight for a brief second.

you hiccup, and the tears roll down your cheeks, the salty tears dripping on the grey fabric of his shirt.

"you're a little brat, doll. such a crybaby." jungkook says, his thumb stroking the skin of your wrist.

"how many times do i have to tell you that i'll always be here?"

you let out a pathetic sniffle, feeling jungkooks free hand wrap around your waist.

"i'll never leave you."

"you leave me alone down here every night" you blurt out, your hands balling up into fists.

you feel the pressure build up, and it's painful.

you feel your chest constrict.

jungkook notices.

"hey, look at me." he instructs, his thumb and index finger grasping onto your chin. "look into my eyes."

your gaze meets his, and his stare is so intense.

"do i look like im lying?"

"no." you breathe out.

"there you go. i'm not lying."

jungkook pulls away from you, and his hands fall onto his knees. he stands up, his tall frame towering over you.

"come on." he coaxes, extending his hands towards you.

"what are we going to do?" you mumble, and he grabs your arms, pulling you up onto your feet.

jungkook doesn't respond.

He wraps his strong arms around your waist, and hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his torso.

"kook" you mumble, your voice small and soft.

"shh."

"I want to sleep." you plead.

"we will. in a bit."

you lay your head down on his shoulder, feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart, and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

his grip is secure, his touch warm and comforting.

jungkook carries you out of the dingy basement, and ascends up the stairs.

your heart thunders as you feel the light seeping into the dark basement, illuminating your figure.

The air is chilly, and your bare arms are covered in goosebumps.

the sound of jungkooks steady breathing is enough to keep your heart rate at a calm pace.

the door is left open, the dim lighting of the living room filtering in.

"you're being good for me, love. so good." jungkook whispers, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, clinging onto him dearly.

"do you know what im about to do to you?"

-

your body freezes.

jungkooks eyes catches the subtle reaction, a wicked smile curves up his lips.

his fingers dip into the supple flesh of your hips.

"am i scaring you, hm?" he taunts,

"n-no.." you stammer, voice betraying the tremor in your nerves.

his chuckle fills in the air, low and rumble.

"good girl." he purrs, walking down the hallway towards his room, closer to his domain.

"so good for me."

the door of his bedroom swings open with a forceful kick, your eyes widen and you flinch when you feel his body suddenly shifting.

the dim lights of the city seeps in through the half open blinds, and the cool breeze flow into the space.

as soon as the air fills your lungs your body washes with adrenaline, you feel like you finally can breathe again.

he confidently walks towards his bed, his long strides bringing the both of you closer.

jungkook sits down on the mattress with a graceful motion, his body dipping under the added weight.

his gaze never leaves you as he carefully positions you on his lap, his hand possessively resting on the back of your neck.

"im going to give you what you want, little one. im going to take care of you."

"jungkook.." a whimper elicits from your shaky lips.

"you need this. im going to give it to you." he insists. he feels your thighs twitch on top of his, jeongguk grips on of them tightly.

"sit fucking still." he husks, dark eyes boaring into yours.

"no– no, i don't." you mumble, the fear building up. it crashes into you.

jungkook's hands are strong, around your trembling form, holding you in place.

"no!" you exclaim, voice filed with desperation.

you feel an impact of a sharp sting radiating through the skin of your cheek, the impact is jarring, making a painful breathy whimper slip out of your lips.

he struck you.

your hands reach up, and try to cup your cheek, tears welling up in your eyes, the salty liquid stinging the cut he's caused.

an ugly sob ripples out of youd throat, your desperate cries echoing in the empty space of his room.

"i- i can't-" you cry out, voice raw and ragged.

he pulls you against him, hands tightening on the nape of your neck and on your hip, pulling your body close.

you're shaking like a leaf, your breathing labored, and you're dizzy from the sudden impact.

"you can." he coaxes, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "im going to make it better, i'll take care of you."

your heart is pounding in your ears, and you can't feel your hands and legs.

your heart thunders in your ears, drowning the world around you. strength drain from your limbs.

you feel darkness seeping in your vision, consuming your consciousness. your body gives up completely, and you go limp in jungkooks arms, your head dropping down.

"angel?"

-

theres nothing but the ringing thats vibrating back and forth between your ears, you feel yourself swoon out and your head feels so light. you feel gente taps on your cheek, and theres a barely audible voice thats trying to snap you out.

you gasp, blinking slowly to clear out your faded vision. you dont feel your chest heaving but jungkook does.

theres a warm palm pressed against your chest lightly, you dont notice until the voice of jungkook vibrate into your ears.

"hey–hey." he coos, "there you go. ya comin' back to me now?'

you swallow back, blinking your eyes multiple more times.

the ceiling comes to a focus for your blur eyes, a ceiling marred by cracks and grime comes into focus. You feel your eyes sting.

you feel jungkooks rough thumb brush across the under of your eyes, wiping the tears away.

a shaky intake of breath catches jungkooks ears, his eyes soften when he notices your little hurt hiccups.

both of his hands find home on your jaw and behind your ears, cupping your face in his big hands.

his fingers brush away your long strands of bangs softly, his eyes finding yours.

'w-why" you start.

"shh. hush, angel" jungkook cuts you off.

he leans forward, his breath fanning over your features and he presses his lips to the crown of your head.

the smooth muscle of his hands glide down the curves of your throat, feeling your erratic pulse.

he breathes in your scent, before pressing a kiss against your hair.

jungkook  pulls you onto his lap, both your hands are gripping at his shoulders tightly, trying to stabilize yourself on him.

he guides you head to the crook of his shoulder, wrapping his arms around your form, holding you to his chest.

you hear him sigh, his lips pressing a rough kiss to the crown of your head again.

"youre so fucking addicting youre a drug to my soul." jungkook grunts.

"im so sorry, angel. fuck im so sorry" he mutters, voice a rambling lowly in his throat.

he pulls you into his chest, the vibrations from his voice soothing your frayed nerves.

"i was so selfish i thought you needed it" he breathes out. "i thought i could give you what you needed"

you're shivering again, but not out of fear.

you're shivering out of overwhelming desire and want for this man.

your fingers dig into the flesh of his back, your heart pounding against your ribs.

he pulls away from your hair, and he looks up at you, the deep brown orbs looking into your teary gaze.

your features twist, and jungkook tilts your chin up, pressing a harsh aggressive kiss to the corner of your lips.

"ill make it all better, im sorry doll." he soothes, lips barely leaving the contact of your skin.

your hands crawl up, and cup his face, holding his stare into your watery ones.

you push your lips against his, teeth clashing, tongues fighting, hands clawing and searching.

it tastes like tears and lust. it's like a sweet honey that melts on your tongue, and it leaves a bitter aftertaste.

jungkook tears away from you, his own eyes glistening, lips bruised and puffy from yours.

there's tears in your eyes, the corners of your lips quivering, and you look at him.

you look at the man you were in love with and he looks back at the girl he cherishes with everything he has.

what has happened to him.

all rights reserved @cvmkoo upcoming chapter will be posted on wattpad

[skywqlkergf]

james kelly | f!reader | brainrot thoughts 18+

james kelly who becomes undone under you, the moment you moan his name / dad(dy) / sir

DOMINANT :)

needs his hands all over you, all the time. can't ever get enough of you. wants to hug every curve, kiss ever inch of skin, wants you to come until you physically can't anymore

eating pussy >>> anything else ( to james )

he loves when you call him jamie, getting a nickname while escaping the name trauma w frankie, and you say it in just the sweetest little voice that makes his knees buckle

doesn't seem like it / wishes he wasnt but he's so needy for affection and attention, wants to cuddle all the time, kissing you even if it's just a forehead kiss, speaking of he loves when your head is on his chest

definitely calls you his angel, his princess, the light of his life, his baby

100% that man is a SPOILER not im gifts or being able to pay for your nails, but he remembers everything you say and listens intently, cooks your favorite meals from scratch, and would leaen how to do at home acrylics just for his doll

did i mention he definitely has a somnophilia, dacryphilia and dumbification (sleep fucking, crying, and dumbing down his little girl)

speaking of little girl, he loves to take care of you in every way he can, wants to be yr daddy in every sense of the word

ROAD HEAD, driving 90 down a highway and you're bobbing on his cock so fast he can barely see straight and your gagging & crying, as he holds your head down to the base

he loves when you read to him, especially if it's a spicy book and then he demonstrates every word written just for his perfect little bookworm

he thinks everything about you is perfect, constantly telling you how he can't believe he pulled an actual angel

isn't really an animal person but as soon as bring home a stray he's a dog dad™

if he wakes up before you, he cuddles into you, admiring how peaceful u look, one time u woke up while he was staring and you both just laughed ( it was weird & cute somehow )

DANCING IN THE KITCHEN !!!!!! he's literally buying yr fave albums on vinyl so y'all can just be in each others arms to yr favorite songs

he's a brat tamer <3 u will not convince me otherwise <3

y'all r fucking in the backroom of the garage, when he needs ya he needs ya, prolly fucking u against the wall nasty style and taunting u about how his coworkers don't need to hear u getting split by his cock

he LOVES when u bite him, sexually or not . he thinks it's so cute that u wanna mark him like he does u

bathing together <3 he's washing yr hair, and body, wants to nonsexually have his hands all over u, he's helping u shave // or he's sitting there just relaxing with his perfect girl // or he'll sit in there while you bathe and just talk to you, liking to be in your company

[skellymom]

hey skelly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was wondering if, perhaps, you could do a one shot with Hunter where 'reader' is sick???? please??? im currently very sick and its killing me :/

~ tysm, jamie <3

@fionajames my FRIENDO! I hope you feel better soon.

Here ya go! There is some lovey-dovey to this one shot, but done in a respectful manner. Angsty, implied nudity. SAFE FOR WORK! My apologies if the spelling or grammar is off. I wanted to bang this baby out quickly to get it to you!!!

Word Count: 907

Background: Reader is not feeling well. But Hunter will DEFINITELY help change that.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

"HEALING TOUCH" - Hunter x Reader Request

Kicking off the covers, you sighed from the heat.  

Heat from your fever. 

Tossing and turning, every part of the bed uncomfortable. Your joints ached as if packed with jagged glass.  

There was NO sleep for tonight. 

There was NO sleep for Hunter, either. 

He could hear as you thrashed about in bed. Feel your horribly high fever. 

It started with a general malaise...as Tech called it. Low level energy. Mild Lethargy. Your Sergeant noticed you were off. He ordered you to take a break from ration loading and lay down in your bunk on board the Marauder. 

You crashed out immediately. Thinking you would just sit, then lay down on your bunk for a MOMENT before getting undressed for bed...didn’t pan out. However, you woke up hours later UNDRESSED FOR BED clad in your rudimentary binder and underwear sleepwear. 

You SWORE you never got yourself ready for bed before hitting your bunk... 

You FINALLY awoke bathed in sweat. The room was too uncomfortably hot. You had to pee, but REALLY didn’t care to move. When your bladder threatened to overflow, you lurched to the refresher.  

Coming back from your trip left you winded and weak. 

But being worn out doesn’t promise sleep. Maybe one-minute intervals every 15 standard minutes. Jolting awake to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

...to lay in bed, then change position... 

Rinse, repeat 

Then your body temp dropped quickly, resulting in shivers. You burrowed into fetal position under the covers.  

“Y/N?” Your Sergeant whispers. His voice even smokier at a low register.  

His voice could still excites you...even being this sick.  

A prickle of heat makes its way up your body and over your face. You feel its tendrils envelope you, warm you up...then proceeds to shoot up to burning hot. 

“Hhmm...” Still weak as hell. 

“How you feeling?” Hunter reaches under the covers to feel your forehead and face. 

His strong callused hand tenderly slides down your forehead, then cups one side of your face, then the other. He takes his time to feel your body temperature. It’s a show of care with a side of sultry touch. 

Your body heats up to a definite fever pitch. 

“Ummm...” is ALL you can muster. EVERYTHING is SO MUCH! All of your senses being assaulted by your own body.  

Is this what it’s like for Hunter...all the time??? 

You try to mumble this statement to him. It comes out weak, incoherent...DELERIOUS. 

He’s pulled you upright in the bunk. Looking into your eyes. Oh...that man...he’s DIVINE! You think among other things that get lost in the mush of your thoughts. It’s SO HARD to think right now. 

Your perception blurs, then the room flips.  

“Y/N!!!” Is the last thing you hear... 

...waking up SHIVERING...in the cold rain? In just a binder and panties... 

As you focus your awareness slowly...while sitting on the refresher shower floor. Leaning against... 

HUNTER 

You are BOTH shivering in each other’s arms. His legs are spread out on either side of you. You were leaning on Hunter’s chest. He was drenched in the cold water and air as well...and shivering from the chill. 

Hunter was only wearing his Republic tightie-whities. They were drenched and stuck to him like a second skin...a rather translucent one. You covertly took in his “geography”. Muscular...neatly manicured body hair... 

“Y/N?” That smoky voice. 

“Hyeahhh...” You comically whispered. 

Hunter chuckled. Deep base in your ear against his firm, slightly furred chest.  

And he smelled AMAZING! It couldn’t be explained: like deep wilderness with the sunlight filtering through the trees...it’s warm fragrance...the sound of life in a place...the strength and heart of Oak trees...of safety in a green place  

Some approximation of that... 

You chuckled back “I think my fever’s broke.” in a guilty but emboldened whisper. 

“Hhm...you sure?” 

You sigh...he can feel the heat of your blush.  

He caresses your back. 

He knows how you feel about him. Could read you the moment you met. The little flirtations you sent out...that he returned... 

Could even feel the moment your fever broke, but continued to hold you to be sure, making sure your temperature never dropped too far down. 

Hunter’s been respectful. Waiting for your move. He’s doing that now, too. 

You reach up to trace your finger along his jawline, then caress the side of his face. You look up at him and hold his gaze. 

His eyes are soft but fierce. A small smile graces his lips. It’s an adoring face. 

Hunter reaches down to take your head gently in his hands. Then kisses your forehead, holding his lips to you for a moment. He takes in your scent. 

“I REALLY want to...I do. But now isn’t the best time.” Hunter senses your request. A responsible caretaker first, passionate partner later. 

He reaches up to turn off the refresher showerhead. Then proceeded to get you off the floor, dried, dressed, fed, and settled back into your bunk. 

“Get some sleep, Y/N. I’ll just be over in my...” 

You interrupt by grabbing Hunter’s hand before he can retreat. 

“Stay with me...big spoon?” 

He smiles. Then blushes. Then gives a mock stern face. 

“Of course...JUST strict bed rest. Cuddling only!” 

“Of course.” You smirk at Hunter. 

“You’re...going to make it really HARD ON me, huh?” 

“Bet your Duncan Hines Cake on it!” 

Hunter slid into the bunk and wrapped you up in him... 

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[cheriiyaya]

I'M LIQUID SMOOTH, COME TOUCH ME TOO ♡

FEATURING: D.OSAMU + FEM!READER

♡ his love doesn't come requited

CW: angst, unrequited love, one-sided pining, dazai is down AWFUL, erm a lil bit of red flags but this is dazai lets be fr

A/N: a rewrite of one of my first popular fics but better :33 originally for my blogs bday but im impatient af lmao

"♪ Or at least take my picture; 崩れてゆく前に ! ♪"

Dazai felt like he was drowning.

Plunged into a river like one of his suicide attempts, yet instead of his will to welcome death that weighs him down, something else tethers him to life. To climb out and thrash amoungst the waves and reach the shore just to live a few more miserable moments just because for a few moments, the sun had broken through the gray sky to shine its welcoming warmth.

You, he figured out soon after, was the sun that'd been hiding away for so long.

You were the ocean that lulled him other, fogging up his brain with nothing but your suffocating presence and the ache of an adrenaline-fueled rush to live, dragging him beneath the surface.

yet you couldn't figure out, it seemed, that dazai would much rather prefer to join the bones collecting at the bottom of your ocean's floor if it meant he'd be with you, linked back to you, when they find his body, so utterly tarnished and full of you.

dazai loved you, and yet you didn't reciprocate any of his adoration the way he wished you to.

he thought himself pathetic for it, frankly. pathetic for the way he'd chicken out of any confession, how his throat would seize in on itself and how his heart would falter in a measly attempt to protect himself.

from what? rejection? the disgust on your face when he spills out his hearts ugly contents for you to see?

he wouldn't blame you, but the thought of it made dazai sick.

yet he found himself outside your door, kicking pebbles underneath his show in the hazy light of your door light illuminating the night. in his hand, clenched around his fingers was a wilted bouquet of flowers. you mentioned these to be your favorite, and as soon as dazai got off work he had scoured the whole city in search of them in flower shops and fields.

he could just imagine your confused face, twisted in a hesitant, careful smile as you accept the flowers while you kindly dug his heart into the ground with your rejection.

maybe it wasn't a good idea to be here, maybe he should've left- yet dazai lifted his hand and knocked against the worn wood of your door as his heartbeat pumped through his ears, rushing blood drowning out any reasonable thought (or maybe that was just his utter infatuation with you, turning him into a fool that'll surely get swept away by fate)

shuffling was heard behind the door. the skin on his neck fluttered with the quickening of his pulse, already regretting it all.

the flowers. he looked at the flowers in hand, thought for one anxiety-ridden moment and threw them over the railing and into the bushes below. maybe you'd find them there in the morning on your way to the agency, wilted and weary from his wrenching grip on them.

finally, after a few moments where dazai was left in the sheer terror that was a man in love's thoughts, the door open to reveal you on the other side.

you spoke his name and yet dazai couldn't care less. what good was his name spoken in honeyed tones to the sight of you right now? it's not like you were wearing an extravagant ballgown, simply a shirt and some worn pants that told you were likely about to go to sleep before he impulsively barged onto your doorstep, and yet the sight makes him want to weep, to coax you into his hold and melt into your warmth and safety, like this was a familiar routine of his.

How he'd love to return home to you every day; the way your voice enunciates the syllables and vowels of his last name makes him wonder how his given name would sound, dripping off your lips in breathy sighs as he kissed you senseless-

"dazai, what is it? don't tell em you came here drunk." you crossed your arms, eyebrows raised and eyes concerned. his gaze shifted back to you and he managed to turn his lips up in a smile, though weak.

"ah bella', contrary to those scandalous lies kunikida's been feeding you I am in fact not a raging drunkard that terrorizes beauties like yourself." you nodded slowly, shoulders relaxing slightly. dazai noticed that.

"ah, well what do you need?" you tilted your head to the side and god, the warm orange light casted a glow on you that could only be described as heavenly; a place he never needed to see because why should he when it's right in front of him, yet he can't hvae?

fitting, for a sinner like him.

"I saw that! so you do believe kunikida's allegations against my good name!!" dazai whined, pouting as he getured towards your relaxed shoulders. though he jested, a warmth poured through him, the normalcy of his conversation with you relaxing him. dazai could imagine this conversation in a different setting, maybe in your kitchen as the two of you weaved around each other in something as domestic as cooking a meal, a proper meal that maybe he'd eat, not the canned crab and sake he'd grown accustomed to.

you giggled, leaning against the doorframe. "I don't, I'm only relieved 'cause your not like, about-to-pass-out-on-my-doorstep drunk." you gestured him inside, moving out the way for him as he shuffled inside. "what do you need?'

dazai looked around, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets. "remember when I put your keys in my pocket near the end of the day to hold onto them for you?" he waited for you to nod before continuing. "well, I think I might've given you my keys on accident as well." he chuckled. you nodded slowly, lips curved into an ''o'' shape.

"ah, wait here- my keys are in my room." you walked off into your room. shuffling and little mumbles came from your room as dazai stood there, panicking.

he needed out, he shouldn't have come, he shouldn't-

you walked back in, frowning as you flipped through your keys. "don't see 'em...by the way, why did you come in the middle of the night? what were you doing earlier?" you glanced up at him, placing your keys on a coffee table.

"i was getting drunk, as you accused me of.'' he teased, waving his hand dismissively. "ah, it's alright, I'll just lockpick my way into my dorm." you smiled and hummed, amused.

"that might look a little suspicious to a random passerby, don't you think? you wanna stay the night?" dazai froze.

no, no, no, no.

he couldn't. how could he? how could he spend the night in your house in a separate room, so close yet so far from you that dazai thinks the ache in his heart will swallow him whole, the lump in his throat will suffocate him and when doctors perform an autopsy they'll find your favorite flowers, the ones he threw over the railing, digging their thorns into his throat.

dazai wasn't a fool, he knew you didn't feel the same way. but how could he feel nothing but friendly, platonic love to you? when you're you, everything he's ever want and more, a precious jewel he doesn't ever deserve sullying with his bloodstained fingerprints.

dazai coughed, pulling himself from his spiral. "that sounds lovely, darling, but I think I'll place my bets on getting into my house." he flashed a grin at you, praying you couldn't see the way he wished to dip into a sob at the mere thought of not being able to have you.

you shrugged, smiling at him. at him. "mh, okay suit yourself." you pointed towards the door, chuckling. "now out!" dazai whined when you poked him in the shoulder, huffing indignantly.

"owww, ok!! no need to abuse me bella', you're so cruel..." dazai puffed out his cheeks as he walked out, throwing a careless grin as he shut the door.

he stood outside your dorm until the lock clicked on the other side. then he walked away silently, the chasm in his heart greater than before.

the breeze picked up into a gentle blow of the wind, ruffling his hair as he walked in silence. dazai could already imagine how it'd be tomorrow when he walked into the agency, how you'd look up at him and grin as you teased if he found a place to sleep last night and dazai would throw back another jest, whining about how he had to sleep in the cold when he really didn't but he only said it just to see you laugh. though he'd never admit the last part aloud.

there was a soft crunch under his foot. dazai stopped and looked down, removing his foot to see it-

your favorite flower, growing from the fissures in the concrete sidewalk, it's petals wilted and torn from his foot steps.

he stared at it. then, dazai walked away.

why couldn't you realise, that dazai would do anything if it mean you'd glance at him for a second with the love he never deserved, yet craved from you?

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!!

©Cheriiyaya 2024

[i-know-you-know-we-know-lee-know]

Enhypen hyung line react to their so falling asleep on them

Its time

Aka i felt motivated again😌

I thought i should continue with the falling asleep reaction soooooo

Should i do a txt one?

Listening to Memorabilia did something to me and im now going through a major Enha phase

Im not complaining tho

Enjoy :3

Ps: Lucifer is my favorite ;)

Warnings: Grammar mistakes, spelling errors, not proofread, random thoughts, sorry this is so short 😭🙏

Heesung

Shy...

But

Not?

He's either a blushy mess or you are

If he's the blushing mess he probably wasn't expecting it

Heefused

He's happy that you trust him enough to sleep on him so comfortably

Awkwardly pats your head

😭

Poor boy doesn't know what to do

Kinda just stares off into space

But reflexively puts his arms around your waist

He probably stares at you while you sleep

In a non creepy way

May or may not fall asleep

However

If you're the blushing mess

...

Prepare yourself for some melting cuz he's gonna fluster you like there's no tomorrow

Will be all "😏?"

Like,

Sir

Please

I am but a poor innocent girl

Why must you do this to me?

I understand why this man is the most biased in enha ヽ(゜▽、゜)ノ

Moving on-

He will still cuddle you back

Hug you around your waist

Ya know, the normal

With a little extra Heespice™ added

Aka he's just hotter when he does thingss

When you wake up he kisses your forehead

Tells you to go back to sleep

And then falls asleep with you

(╥﹏╥)

Jay

Literally won't care

Lol

He would still be happy that you felt comfortable enough to pass out on top of him

But he would just treat it like an everyday experience

Even if it doesn't happen every day

You come over and sit on his lap and he just hugs you untill you fall asleep

May be mildly concerned

But by the time he has processed that he should be concerned

You've fallen asleep

And he doesn't want to wake you

So he does the chivalrous thing and falls right asleep with you

CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD

But if you know one thing about him it's that you can't wake him up once he's fallen asleep

He sleeps like a dead body

Like me :D

So when you inevitably wake up before him you have two choices

A: go back to sleep

B: wake him up

Obviously you choose to wake him up because its no fun being awake by yourself

All you have to do is play billy poco for five seconds and it wakes any of the members up-

Anyways have fun trying to wake him up because if you do he will drag you right to bed and fall back asleep

Even if its 3:26 pm

Let the poor man rest

Jake

Flustered

There's no way around it

He's just a generally flustered puppy

He's kinda like Hee where he doesn't know what to do

But he just does things unconsciously

Im a strong believer that Jake is the heater in Enhypen

So he woud be warm

And comfy

He would rub your back

Draw little shapes on your back

When you wake up he would keep doing it and have you guess what he was drawing

I love when people do that

Excuse me while i take my mandatory combustion break-

*𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤*

Would wrap your arms around his waist

And pull you as close as he could to himself

He just wants you to be with him

And how could you deny that face?

You cant

The answer is nobody can deny that face

Would whisper in your ear

Little affirmations

AGDJDJ

Squeezes you

HE JUST WANTS YOU TO BE NEAR HIM OK?

He hugs you like yourr a giant stuffed animal

He just loves his cuddles🥰

Will cuddle you back to sleep

Yes

 ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) 

Sunghoon

Oh boy

He will be confused

"why would you want to sit on my lap?"

He just doesn't understand

That he's my bias wrecker~

Even more confused when you fall asleep

Flabbergasted, you could say

I love that word

He would worry that he would wake you up

Evn though he's sitting still

And your fast asleep

But he loves it

Definitely zones out

Because he doesn't know what to do

Hell just sit there like🧍‍♂️😃

Puts his chin on your head

Will probably play with your fingers

Just for fun

Definitely not to keep from falling asleep

Definitely not...

*falls asleep*

Hes a sleeper

But he cant help it because your so comforting

I mean have you ever had someone fall asleep on top if you?

Ok nevermind that's never happened to me

But you can probably imagine

How

✨fabulous✨

It would be

Youur just returning the favor of sleep to him

If you two sleep for long enough one (or all) of the members will find you and take pictures

But maybe you want that

When else are you going to see how cute a sleeping Sunghoon is?

[toniiswrld]

maybe im biased but eunseok nd seunghan 3some… they would treat u so GOOOOD🤰🏽

EUNHANI 😫👅

youd have the fuck of your life with those two… like the only time they’d stop is if you black out from cumming too much, and once you’re fully conscious again they’re going back at it.

both of them super dominant over you, and you just take everything they give you. they’re pushing you to your limits, not stopping unless one of them taps out or if you use your safeword.

when eunseok is fucking you he’s so rough, fucking you from behind and gripping onto your waist with so much force that you’re sure it’ll bruise. he’s slapping your ass, he’s pulling your hair and pinching your nipples. he won’t say much since he knows all of your bodies queues, and he likes telling you to shut up and take it while he’s fucking you. all while seunghan is watching letting your body go limp in front of him. he calls you names, saying how you’re so dirty for liking the way eunseok fucks you.

when its seunghans turn, he has you facing him and he has you spread out for him, holding your legs open while the other is pressing on your stomach. he fucks deep and hard but at a slower pace than eunseok, only speeding up when he’s close to cumming. when you feel overstimulated and you’re pushing at his hips he slaps your hand away, making you take everything. eunseok next to you making you touch him while he’s degrading you even more until theres tears swelling up in your eyes. seunghan holding your face in his hands while he fucks you so you keep your eyes on him, and then he's abusing your clit with his fingers all while holding you down. it all feels so good you can barely focus on jerking off eunseok until he brings a finger down to pinch your nipples and you whine, and he's telling you to get back to making him feel good too.

when the boys cum, they both fuck their cum into you and the second time theyre cumming all over your stomach and tits, loving the way you look coated in their cum and i think seunghan would like cumming on your face, its so degrading and he likes that you open your mouth for him, swallowing whatever lands on your tongue.

aftercare kings!! it's like a switch flipped in them once you all were finished, becoming super soft and caring. kissing you softly and rubbing soft circles on the parts of your body that were sore from how they handled you, running you a bath while they fix you something to eat and then cuddling with you till you all fall asleep <3

[ultimateissuessimp]

Teen GN or Male reader idc with Lucifer (OM) who enjoys pissing him off?

Strictly platonic im teaming up with mammon, belphi and satan to dye his hair pink

I decided to do Male reader, but still a teen since the MC is in a school age. Instead of under 18 tho, the MC is 19 :) And also wasn't sure how to include Mammon into knowing about the prank since he, Mammon being Mammon, would probably screw up the prank on the way, but he is included after a bit alongside Asmo and a mention of Levi and Beel :v Also, sorry it took so long! Wasn't sure how to start it! 😅

It's just hair

Obey Me! Lucifer x Platonic!Teen!Male Reader

Word count: 1,325

Warnings: None, other than maybe hanging someone upside down as a punishment and a mention of Lucifer's try of killing Belphi and Satan for their fuckery

Y/N always watched closely how Satan and Belphi ran around, trying to prank Lucifer in any way. Obviously unsuccessful since the oldest brother wasn't dumb and always knew where the two were up to no good. That's why Y/N decided to team up with them. After all, who would suspect their precious human, top of the class student, to find it highly amusing and he'd want to be a part of it?

Definitely not Lucifer. Suddenly all the pranks started working out. The sourness to his coffee? The floor of his room being slippery making him fall and nearly bust his head or even the missing papers that somehow were stuck to the ceiling and when he tried to take them, they tore. It was so getting at his nerves that instead of just hanging Satan and Belphi upside down, since he had no idea about Y/N being the culprit too, he put a curse on Satan that made him unable to read any book and one on Belphi that made him unable to fall asleep whenever he wanted to because of that last prank.

Did that stop them? No. Absolutely not. Did they get smarter? No. They did not. So who did they turn to for the ultimate joke of their lives? That would more than likely cost them their lives? None other than Y/N. That's how they found themselves in the RAD's library, hush hush talking about what to do to prank Lucifer.

-How about switching all of his Demonus to a very sweet tea? - Belphi proposed, looking very much awake which unnerved many demons and even the angels alongside the two human exchange students, even though Solomon found it quite funny and even wanted to do some research on how long he could go like this.

-No. Too... Normal - Satan replied, resting his head on his hand, resigned about the lack of ideas. The curse that made him unable to read books made him feel absolutely livid, but Lucifer thought about that too and controlled his temper with said curse. He was slowly losing his mind, but even losing his mind made him tired.

-How about-?... No. We did that already and it didn't even phase him. Damn it, what else could we possibly do that would catch him off guard? - Belphi lamented, almost slamming his head into the table, getting a shushing motion from the librarian who looked at the three of them criticisingly.

-You're thinking too hard about Devildom related pranks. Why won't we do something from my realm? - Y/N said, lazily sucking on a lollipop Beel had oh so kindly given him. The other two gave him a look that only spoke of their own stupidity. How did they not think of that sooner?!

-Y/N, you, are a genius! - Satan said, suddenly regaining his energy back as devious smiles graced their faces. They just found their plan.

They went through multiple human prank ideas websites and eliminated most of them for being boring. In the end they decided on a quite simple one, just a changing colour shampoo. They couldn't do JUST that could they? Lucifer would realise something is wrong quicker than they could say Babylon Curry. So they had to be sneaky and came up with a perfect plan.

The next day Y/N asked Asmo if he'd teach him a proper way to take care of his body. Skin, hair, nails, everything. The man was more than happy to pull Y/N into the bathroom. It just so happened that the exchange student also knew that Lucifer would we looking for him to have him do some errands.

-Y/N? Are you in here? - a voice could be heard from behind the doors. Got him. One step closer to victory.

-I am! Come in! We're just going over some skincare! - Y/N answered, mischief hidden deep in his voice.

First mistake was when the tall demon actually got inside the bathroom. His face immediately got swarmed with the fog, because of how absolutely humid it was in the room. The tub filled up completely with hot water, waiting for someone to just jump in and both the demon of Lust and the exchange student just found their victim.

The chuckled as they pulled Lucifer towards the tub, the taller male highly unamused yet slightly confused over their antics. Surprisingly he did have some time to spare and he did promise Asmodeus that he would let him take care of his hair and nails since they were losing a bit of shine to them, so a touch up wouldn't hurt.

Second mistake. The second he was in that tub, they started to take care of his hair, wetting it gently. Then came in the shampoo. Of course Y/N chose it, it smelled nice and it just so happened that it was enchanted, but barely detectable, so the victim of the prank wouldn't be able to see it coming.

He nicely and gently rubbed it in before letting it sit for a moment letting Asmo work his magic with putting on a face mask onto Lucifer. Y/N carefully washed it out, applied a conditioner, let Asmo do his magic again with taking off the face mask and then finally washing out the conditioner to then semi dried it with a towel so it wasn't sopping wet. Like every normal hair wash. Nothing suspicious.

-There! All good to go! I hope I was a good student - Y/N said innocently, looking at Asmo with a big smile before looking at Lucifer who only nodded with his eyebrows raised in amusement while Asmodeus clapped happily saying that he did amazingly.

When the demon of Lust stared to take care of Lucifer's nail polish, Y/N decided to remove himself from the room after the Pride demon gave him the task of running an errand. He quickly went out of the house and into the town.

Next day, everything seemed quite normal. The day before after an errand, Y/N bumped into Belphi and Satan. Obviously they started asking about the prank and nearly blew the human's whole damn cover with Lucifer walking by if it wasn't for Mammon who crashed right into them, running away from Levi after stealing his Otaku game to sell it off for some Grimm.

Then all Hell broke lose when suddenly Lucifer's hair changed colour to a... Very bright, hot pink. Mammon stopped all of a sudden, completely forgetting about Levi chasing his greedy ass and just had to be the first one to point out the sudden change.

-Wow. New hair colour! Never thought you'd actually try it after Asmo proposed that idea! - he blurted out, lazily pointing at Lucifer's hair.

That made the taller male magic himself a mirror and look at whatever his younger brother was talking about. There it was. The prank of their lives. Colour change day after shampoo. He immediately transformed into his demon form and turned towards the trio, yet his eyes only looking towards Belphi and Satan. They've seen him absolutely furious before, shit, he had nearly killed them a couple of times over their dumb shit, but this? It's almost as if Hell just froze.

That's how they ended up hanged upside down, but not in the House of Lamentations. No, oh no. In the great hall of RAD so everyone could look at them while they were yelling that "it's just hair!". Humiliation tactic. While Y/N was snickering and looking up to observe the two dangling men, he felt a presence behind himself and a strong grip on his shoulder.

-Don't think I forgot about you, little human - the voice said, before Y/N got dragged away from the crowd's eyes that still stayed glued to Belphegor and Satan. No running away from consequences this time. It was dumb to even think he wouldn't find out.

[funera1pyre]

hello there! I don't know if you take requests or not, but I'm here to tell you that I love your writing and your "iii is fuming..." fic is one of my favorites 😁 I would really love to hear your take on the NSFW ABC's for iii if that's something you're interested in. thank you very much for your time! 💖

im so glad you liked it, anon 🥺

iii nsfw alphabet!! 💜

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think iii crashes pretty fast (he cant help it) but just as he takes care of you, he expects it in return. if he has enough energy he loves taking a bath/shower with you afterwards

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

iii loves his hands and his neck. once again big hands make brain go brrr he loves holding your small hands/linking pinkies and loves when you choke him 🤭🤭

his favorite on his partner is their hips and thighs. LOVES LOVES squeezing your thighs and gripping your hips when he rails you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming on your thighs and stomach. thinks you look so pretty 🥹

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

likes crossdressing and wearing skirts/fishnets 🙃 loves when you call him pretty and likes being called babygirl

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

iii has had a few partners in the past and definitely knows what he’s doing. your relationship is the first one where he’s really started to come out of his shell and be more submissive, though

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES when you ride him. especially in reverse cowgirl cuz he loves your ass

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

it’s iii, of course he’s silly during sex. he can definitely be more on the serious side but its just in his nature to crack jokes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

def hates having too much hair down there so he keeps it trimmed shortly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

iii always makes sure you are feeling good and always puts your pleasure above his. he can be super cheesy and romantic but more often than not he’s caught up in the moment and just wants to make you cum

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

okay hear me out. he jacks off alot. especially when he’s away on tour, he’s so pent up from being away from you he has to call you so he can cum for you ☹️

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

CROSSDRESSING!!!! LOVES dressing pretty for you. omg suck him off while he’s wearing a skirt he will go crazy. HUGE EXHIBITIONIST. loves being choked. loves being overstimulated. 100% gets off on eating you out. big masochist and i’ll die on that hill

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

iii loves fucking you in risky places and thrives on the adrenaline it gives him. takes you on the couch more often than the bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

being bossed around and called cute names ☹️ eating you out, when you touch his neck

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he cannot be a hard/rough dominant. even when he’s in the more dominant role, he’s more of a pleasure top. he’s never felt comfortable in the role

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

highly prefers giving to receiving. this man will get off on eating you out and will hump the bed til he cums in his pants 🤭 will 100% eat you out when you’re on your period im sorry i dont make the rules

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

def more fast and rough, he gets so caught up in how beautiful you are and how good you feel sometimes he needs to catch himself ☹️

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

iii THRIVES on quickies. they are his absolute favorite especially in public where the two of you can get caught

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

^^ YUPPP. he is the biggest exhibitionist + will also try anything with you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think iii cums pretty fast especially when his kinks are being put into play, but he likes to make you cum multiple times before he does. usually goes for one round because he knocks out afterwards

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves toys and likes to be blindfolded + to cuff you and be cuffed

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

big tease ☹️ also loves being teased himself. rub your ass against his dick when you walk by and he will go CRAZY. takes it as an invitation to tease you until one of you caves in

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

very very vocal when he’s subby. whining and whimpering ☹️💔

“am i doing good baby?” “that feel good?” “love how you taste baby”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

secretly fantasizes about one of the boys walking in on the two of you and joining 🫣

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think he has a few tattoos and likes to wear silly underwear like with cats and stuff 💔

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

bro is horny all the time 😭 literally will have sex with you any time any where just ask.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

usually is knocked out pretty fast. tries to keep himself awake as much as he can to make sure you’re okay

[anxiousgaypanicking]

begging the fanders who are critiquing the janus makeup vid to think critically abt their complaints for a moment

(this is not to say that thomas is un-critique-able, just that the complaints ive been personally seeing are easily explained by general inferences made about the characters' personalities)

firstly: "janus doing the makeup makes it so that his scales arent canonical!" explanation: the beginning of the video, janus says he's in his "thomas disguise." he's doing his makeup in THOMASS BODY, to "LOOK LIKE HIMSELF." it can be assumed that when he snaps into his normal clothes, he's rid himself of the makeup and what we're seeing are his canonical scales.

next: "please take roman and janus's fight seriously! why isnt janus upset??? i want this to be more than a cat fight!" explanation: WHAT about janus makes you think he'd be vulnerable about a fight he had on camera while doing his makeup. please think about that for a moment. from what we know about both janus and roman, their entire dynamic is insensitive vs oversensitive. offensive vs easily offended. AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, doesn't care at all vs cares too much. that last dynamic is what i specifically think will be explored in the finale, but janus - from everything we know about him, and even in the makeup video - refuses to care about things. sure, it's a part of his sassy persona, but not caring about things is a defense mechanism, and one that janus very clearly relies on. mocking roman in a video and then refusing to address it (which would be weird of him to do anyway in a LIGHTHEARTED MAKEUP VIDEO) is very in-line with his personality. very genuinely - could you really look me in the eye and tell me it'd be MORE in character for janus to sort of tear up and look away and be uncomfortable with the idea of roman? absolutely not.

last: "janus was very out of character! he was laughing and stuff!" explanation: you mean in the grey sections? the sections that are very much meant to be interpreted as bloopers? bro

again: this isnt to say thomas is exempt from criticism, and there have been critiques of his videos that i have agreed with in the past. but these couple have especially been bothering me because of how clear their answers were not only in the characters' personalities, but within the video itself!

if anybody has any other criticisms, id be very open to hearing them! but these were my two cents

i personally really enjoyed the video. i thought it was very silly, which im pretty sure was it's intention, and i hope that more people got enjoyment out of it than what i've been seeing. very funny; i enjoy the shorter, more lighthearted videos just as much as i do the more lore-focused ones.