#lovely positive ask thanks berry !!

[creelby]

thoughts on sean x jake (jean)

i feel like i’ve answered fhis already lol idk tho

i like them i think they’re a cute ship although i wouldn’t say they’re my otp

[satoruhour]

Loved the recent sukuna racer au 😭😭😭🩷🩷 can you elaborate a bit more on geto in the same racer au? 🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷

LLOROMANNIC

a/n: thx 4 this ask anon, this is rlly long bahaah i hope u enjoy! more context here. for recap, reader is in japan for an exchange programme.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: (fluff @ the start, smut comes in later) virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex, n*sfw under the cut

no one really knows how the two of you became so close after that fateful meeting. they’re still wondering how you drew suguru in so effortlessly — some say you planned it, others say it was just by chance, but you’re not too sure yourself when all you can focus on is the racer beside you muttering into your skin a year after.

it was a(n almost) blissful six months when you first start out. that day he did keep his promise, winning the race without breaking a sweat and you cheer for geto unconsciously, catching the curious eyes of gojo and nanami who exchange looks — maybe you’d finally be the someone to capture geto’s heart.

geto made an effort to u-turn back to the corner he was parked in with the passenger side to you and he leans over to open it for you, but in return it just gathers more attention. “shall we go?” you try your best to escape the prying eyes of the tokyo crowd, and with a wave to the other two, geto is speeding off once you’ve gotten into the car.

“so… why’re you driving me there?”

“why cinnamoroll? berry and cherry’s a hundred times better.” he comments, and much to your dismay, he just answers your question with a less serious question than yours.

“why not?”

“well i mean…” was this man really about to lecture you on sanrio characters? his explanation is brief, but detailed, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh — although a snort still leaves you — just as he turns into the next carpark that you were supposed to go into instead and he’s asking what? like he didn’t just ramble about two sanrio demon characters. 

“eh, it’s just cute that a scary, cool racer guy like you knows so much about sanrio.” you giggle when you watch him find an empty spot, and you’re trying to not let it affect you: the dragon that wraps around his bicep right to his forearm, the tense of his muscles, the addictive line of his jaw that trails all the way down to his collarbone—

you don’t notice your choice of words until geto uses that chance to fluster you instead.

“it’s just what?” he’s all up in your personal space like he was earlier before pulling away — a quiet, chilling tension that sends your hairs standing, left arm going behind your seat to park his car perfectly in the lot. his jawline is accentuated by how he turns behind to reverse (he hopes parking effortlessly would get you to like him more); suguru’s good at always making you want more, you realise that.

“cute.”

you’re mumbling and once he’s got the car in, his arm comes back round, a teasing hand pressed up to his ear. “what was that, hm?”

and maybe you were wrong to think he was being a decent person among the sneers and mockery of the crowd earlier, and you frown, thinking if you’d really want to entertain him. there’s a dilemma in you: what if he was just like the others, the loud, cocky ones who only ever cared about their cars? suguru looked just like the part, too, and if you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up being a trophy piece for him to bring around.

you just sigh. “thank you for driving me, geto-san.” it’s rigid as you say it, an inner turmoil within you; you hope it doesn’t show.

and he immediately regrets his silly question. he doesn’t blame you for standing your ground especially after the whole spectacle before the race started, watching in defeat as you slam the door to his Mazda a little harshly. hurriedly his eyes dart around the dashboard for paper, messily scribbling down an apology together with his number, along with some cash — he did promise to treat you to something in that cafe, but he was confident you’d want nothing to do with him; for now, anyway.

“hey, i’m uh— i’m sorry. it was out of line, enjoy the event, ’kay?” geto genuinely looked sorry, a sheepish smile spreading across his face and he hurries away before you can say anything. he’s lamenting over it upon returning, talking to gojo who could barely care and nanami who’s zoning out, about how you looked so innocent and stunning by simply sitting in his car.

and you? you’ve resorted to telling yourself how you’d only send a message to the mysterious number only after getting back home, after a shower, paper creased and unintelligible at some point that you almost typed in a ‘6’ in place of an ‘8’.

you’ve broken your own rule already once you’re stepping foot into your home because your finger immediately opens the empty chat, hovering over the button to send the message you’ve drafted two hours ago. your heart pounds and you feel dizzy — you never wanted to die so bad before.

suguru’s mood remains sour until later in the evening where an unknown number texts him with a faceless photo of a cup of cinnamoroll cappuccino and a crème brûlée with cinnamorll’s face on the caramelised sugar. he knows it’s you from the outfit you wore earlier and geto can’t help but smile, dwelling on what he could say to you that wouldn’t sound stupid.

god, geto was a racer. he was supposed to be cool and a natural at flirting, but he can’t believe he’s already deleted his drafted message for a fifth time, not noticing how you fluctuate between being online and off, too.

he doesn’t answer you like an idiot because while you’re nervous over the simple text, geto wants to tear his hair out — until he gets an idea; he’s off the bed in a minute, hastily grabbing his leather jacket and putting his hair into a bun.

eventually he manages to say something that sounds nonchalant.

[19:23, geto → UNKNOWN]: enjoy your cinnamoroll coffee?

suguru waits patiently when you type and stop, and type and stop, and he uses that time to sprint to his Mazda and to speed to a close-by 7-eleven. he was sure to find some sanrio merchandise in the store, face lighting up when he comes across a mediocre cinnamoroll keychain — and after a small battle with himself he also adds a duo berry and cherry keychain to the pile — he just needed to figure out when to give it to you.

a notification interrupts his daydreams.

[19:29, UNKNOWN → geto]: better without you here

he knows you’re joking with the way you send a sticker after.

[19:30, UNKNOWN → geto]: but thank you for the treat.

and for driving me

and for the number

geto chuckles, paying and leaving the store before he lets out a breath.

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: want to come out for a drive? i really want to apologise for earlier

and every doubt ceases to exist, your contemplation ending right there, head snapping to your clock to look at the time. if you could get dressed fast enough—

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: and also i just… want to get to know you

i’ll meet you at that same parking lot where we met. i’ll wait for you, okay?

—you could see the mysterious, brooding racer again. despite your outburst, you couldn’t deny the adrenaline you felt sitting in his car, bickering over which character was better, seeing the raise of his eyebrow on his attractive face. you don’t trust yourself to type anything else so you simply send a thumbs up emoji, jumping up to get ready in the darkening and freezing tokyo landscape.

shouting out an excuse, you bid goodbye to your parents and race out the door, white wisps of your hot breath appearing as you reach the car park in record time, seeing him nervously leaning against his Mazda. you smile. seems like you weren’t the only fidgety one.

“how’re you doin’?” geto clears his throat, but you just grin, getting into his passenger seat. the tips of your fingers tingle, you hoped the adrenaline would help you even a little.

“you called me out because you want to show off, right?” that loosens suguru a little, letting out a laugh at your unexpected comment.

“sure did.”

the next hours are spent speeding through the streets of shibuya, with you scared out of your mind at first. but when geto looks over to you with a blinding smile, you ease into his leather seats, slowly getting used to his sharp and precise turns.

geto is focused on drifting on specific turns, smile fading into a serious expression as he slams on the break and changes gear, steering the wheel sharply and you find yourself staring freely, a smile tugging on your lips at how so damn good he looked at the moment.

the night ends up with letting you try out the car for a bit, and even geto is surprised at himself because his RX-7 was something he cherished deeply, but to let someone try it was beyond him. he’s laughing with you, telling you that drift racers do not need to use turn signals and you burn in embarrassment, but other than that you have a good time, a quietness settling as he pulls up to your host home in japan.

“come to my next race?”

you bit your lip. you can’t lie, geto suguru is handsome as hell and you’re already hooked, unaware how the other wants you just as bad.

“sure thing, suguru.” the first name seems to catch him off-guard, even more so when you lean over the stick shift to peck his cheeks. 

geto spends the next five minutes touching the skin where you kissed it, the loud rev of his engine reflecting exactly how he felt.

geto suguru was a goner.

every text, every call, every outfit (by god, geto did not care about what he wore, until he got with you) was for you. geto suguru was the gentlest with you, always asking if you’re okay with whatever he does. a hand on your waist, a peck to your cheek. he eases into the relationship, a plethora of night races lined up in his roster since he didn’t want you to miss any classes. nor could you underperform, because if your grades weren’t up to standard, you’d be sent home — your actual home back in your country. it came easy, though, apart from the sneaky makeout sessions in between geto telling you you used ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’ in your essays.

“y’know you don’t have to wear it, right?” geto laughs, placing a kiss to your temple while your mouth twists at the shape of the miniskirt, gifted to you by his sister who had worn it in the same scene, too. your boyfriend only whistles when you place it to your front, hands tightening just a little around your waist when he sees just how short it is.

“so?” you emerge from the bathroom a little while later, his oversized shirt on you looking a bit weird with the miniskirt but his breath hitches when you pull the top up, admiring the way the miniskirt hugged your figure so well. “i’m not sure if i like it, su…”

“that’s cause you’ll need other sort of tops, baby,” geto simply smiles, beckoning you over with a hand. it’s criminal how easily you follow the gesture, moving to stand between his legs. his rough hands leave hot trails of fire along your thighs, inching dangerously close to your ass. “you’ll need,” an unsatisfactory kiss on the denim of your skirt, suguru frowns, “a crop top,” a kiss to your hip bone. “or maybe a halter,” a kiss to your other hip bone, “a tube top,” a kiss to your stomach, “or maybe even a cami?” the grin geto gives you is sickening sweet as he lists them off one by one, each kiss getting closer and closer, from your hands to your shoulders, until they finally reach your face and your heart is beating like you were in fucking seven minutes in heaven.

“how’d you know so much?” you’re twiddling with the hem of his oversized shirt.

geto exhales, placing a sweet kiss onto your lips, “when you’ve been racing underground for quite a bit… it’s easy to pick up on the fashion. but—” he melts all your worries away when he takes your cheeks in his hands, “but even if you weren’t dolled up, i’ll still be lookin’ at ya. you’d still be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“my prettiest girl.” suguru mumbles, getting lost in your lips again with a promise he’ll take you shopping the next day.

you ease into the miniskirts soon enough. though you don’t exactly abandon your old style, you also love the freedom of wearing teeny skirts with skin tight tops, legs and ass on display for all to see while geto simply smiles no matter what you wear. he thinks you look stunning either way.

“what do you think?” geto asks inwardly if you were really the same person who loved cinnamoroll, legs on display and safety shorts hugging your ass so well as you twirl around in your room — geto wasn’t opposed to just panties, either; he knows he can throw a decent punch. you’re donning the piece of apparel so well that he feels himself getting hard.

“i think my baby looks gorgeous,” suguru smiles, sauntering up to you before wrapping his bigger arms around your middle before coating your face and neck with kisses but your mind’s wandering into the gutter with how you can see both your figures in the mirror. you’re thinking just what it’ll be like to fog up the mirror with your shaky breaths as geto rams into you from behind, but you snap out of it before he notices, turning around in his embrace to land a kiss to his lips.

“a good luck kiss for my racer boy,” you giggle, hands getting lost in his hair. you’ve become more bold too, geto realises and he decides that maybe tonight he’ll have you before you leave to finish your university semester and his heart clenches at the thought of you leaving — six months is six months, after all. having to resort to facetimes and timezones and late night messages is the reality, but he’s willing to try.

if it’s you, he’ll try.

one thing led to the next; it was your miniskirt riding up your legs, it was the way you ran up to him after he wins, jumping into his arms knowing these were your last few days together. just like how you were obsessed with geto suguru, he was besotted with you.

“is this okay with you, (y/n)?” the way he says your name has you wishing he would do it over and over in that pleading voice of his — it’s just the first of many.

“you’ll be taking my first, suguru.” you mumble out as his lips trail from your jaw to neck, and it makes him freeze. maybe you shouldn’t hav—

“you want me to be your first?” geto asks breathlessly, like he’s been told he won the lottery. he couldn’t believe how you’ve been untouched this whole time, yet your sultry gazes and untamed hips say otherwise.

“you’re such a little minx, teasing me and shit, but you haven’t lost your virginity?” his fingers caress your cheek and you preen at his tone, leaning into his touch. 

you hum and smile, “i never lose.” and you giggle when he laughs, capturing your lips in another kiss. the playful mood fades into the prior one, feeling the other get rougher with his kiss while his hands start to wander more.

“tell me to stop whenever and i’ll stop, okay, sweetheart?” you nod, squishing his face in your hands.

“i’ll be okay, su,” you grin before wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him onto your needy cunt. he’s already hard, a dark spot forming at where his tip was. “i’ll be okay, especially when i fuck myself thinking it’s your cock.”

suguru’s jaw drops just a bit and he craves you even more by then, flipping up your skirt and pressing kisses along your thigh. he was determined to wipe the sick little grin off your face. he was determined to make you cum so hard you’d regret teasing him at all.

you hardly have any attitude for him once his tongue meets your pulsing clit and groans into your core, licking an experimental stripe up your folds. “better than your fingers?” suguru grins when he glances up and all he can see is your head thrown back, a subtle nod that’s got him back into feasting. he alternates between flicking your bud and sucking harshly, his calloused hands that you always admired around the steering wheel are now on your thighs, spreading them apart when you start to close them. by now your skirt’s soaked from how wet your pussy is, mewling and whining for your lover for more.

“you taste so fuckin’ good,” geto mumbles into your folds, giddy on the tangy sweetness of your juices that he has to reach down to squeeze his cock, “my girlfriend’s pussy tastes so good.”

“f-fuck… suguru don’t stop—” in the large bedroom, it’s filled with moans from you and the lewd sounds of your pussy, which escalate into a shriek when he’s suddenly pushing you up, weight transferred onto your shoulders and neck, not before making sure you have a pillow under you. “su—!”

“oh— ooh shit!” geto easily manhandles you as he props you up, your body bent uncomfortably while your hips continue to buck in his mouth and you aren’t sure where your legs go. it gives him better access to your cunt as he dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging into your clit while you’re clutching onto his forearms for balance; his front supports you perfectly. geto’s onyx eyes bore into yours when he eats, moaning softly when he feels you clench around his tongue.

“you close?” he commits you to memory: how your toes curl and your stomach contracts. how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he feels so tense too, cock twitching in his underwear that it’s begging to be in you. “my baby’s g’nna cum, hm?”

“y-yes— ’m close mmf...” you can hardly manage a nod, moans escaping in between one worded sentences and you’re sure your legs are shaking from how good geto was giving it to you. with the hands that spread you out, one goes to your nipple to pinch it while the other plays with your clit, pressing and rubbing on it and a choked suguru leaves your lips.

“cum,” the one word has so much command over you, paired with the ministrations he was so skilled at that you’re clenching around air when you reach your high, euphoria crashing down on you with how you see white and your body feels tired already. “that’s my pretty girl, god, you’re cumming s’much.”

it takes awhile for you to come down from your orgasm, but despite your fatigue you already find yourself wanting more when you shoot geto a grin, heart fluttering at how he massages your thighs and bring you back down.

“you okay?” geto mumbles, pecking your knee softly, inwardly smiling at the way your legs still jolt and shake at your climax, “got my princess shakin’ and all.”

you giggle before you’re pulling him toward you, tasting yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, jumping a little when geto slips in a finger easily. you’re easily moaning into the kiss, reeling from just how one finger feels in you, slipping in so easily just how soaked your cunt was. 

gotta prep you for me, ‘kay? he whispers against your lips before a second goes in and you have to break the kiss to whimper. relax, baby, suguru’s voice is so intoxicating that you’re doing the exact opposite. you’re so tight that geto has to take a moment, imagining what you’ll feel like around him, but it’s not long before you’re begging for more that he starts moving his fingers into your cunt.

they are soft, gentle on you that you’re already tugging on his waistband, swallowing geto’s chuckle and comment about just how eager you are. in that bedroom, you’ve gotten him on his knees just by existing, pussy still drooling and your body contorted in such sensuality that he’s already worshipping you unconsciously. you gasp a little when he finally removes his underwear, eyes fixated on the pretty dick he’s got in his hand, leaking so much pre-cum just from eating you out. he makes quick work to grab a condom out from his bedside drawer.

“i’ll make it fit. gotta relax, yeah?” he hums into your skin before he rolls the condom over his cock as you watch, impatient. along with some lube, he smears your juices around with his tip, relishing in how you squeeze his forearms.

and when geto suguru sinks into you for the first time, tip nudging past your folds and stretching you out at first, a long whine leaves you just as geto groans out because you’re so warm inside that it’s got him dizzy. your eyes try to flutter close but geto mumbles that he wants to see how good he makes you feel, body hovering over yours like it’s forbidden. but he knows if he sinks into you with the feel of your tits on him, he wouldn’t last.

“s’big, suguru— ah!” eyes struggling to stay open, your arms hang around his neck, the feel of the rubber in you not entirely pleasant but suguru hitting all your spots is enough to make up for it. you’re just dripping and dripping non-stop that it leaks right down to the sheets before the other bottoms out in you, a teasing grin on his face. “told ya it could fit.” the stretch is borderline painful, and like a good boyfriend, he waits for a few to get you accustomed.

you roll your eyes with a soft smile, taking deep breaths before you feel like you could handle him, “move, please…”

“gettin' to it, my love,” geto’s cock is so big you swear you can feel him in your stomach, mouth dropping open when he moves slowly, grunting at your clamping hole, “i don’t think i can last long, baby.”

you breathlessly laugh, “yeah, me e-either.” your back arches off the bed as suguru starts to find a pace, thighs already burning from the taut pull of his muscles, something he’s done unconsciously because of how divine your cunt felt. with a hand you’re rubbing at your clit, evident it’s your first time when your hips are already bucking in mini shockwaves, sucking in his length that it’s not long before you’re moving your pelvis to meet his.

there’s the squelching noises of your pussy and little pants leaving you, pussy already convulsing around him with the release of the twist in your stomach. you’re clenching as you cum hard on his cock and it drives the other crazy, the tightness of your entrance that restricts his movement that he settles for short thrusts just to orgasm, spilling heavy loads of cum into the condom. geto groans into thin air, hips stuttering and pulling out incase there’s a rip in the rubber. it’s obvious you’re still unfamiliar with each other’s body in such an intimate setting, stuttered apologies and cleared throats, but soon geto’s leaning down to lock lips with you to quell the first-time awkwardness.

“was that okay? are you hurt anywhere?” you shake your head with a smile.

“that was more than okay, suguru,” you’re sleepy from the race, from the late night, and it’s clear all you want is sleep. it’s clear when you melt into suguru’s embrace and his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest when you find his hand to twine your fingers together, with his other one rubbing your thigh affectionately.

geto feels that same feeling paired with a certain dread when two weeks later you’re kissing him goodbye at the airport, pink luggage in hand while your nose starts to redden a little. you always know what to say, slowly getting used to geto’s habits. a huff when he’s annoyed, or a quick furrow of his eyebrows when he’s distraught. “it’s not the end of the world, baby.”

suguru only pouts, hands caressing your sides just outside the departure gate. “i know, i just— six months?” 

“you’ll survive,” you smile softly, brushing the bangs from his face, “you did it before me.”

“i know, but now that i’ve known you, you’re all i think about,” geto huffs, “i…”

there’s many more things he wants to say, how he’ll be sure to keep your things until you return, how thankful he is that you (willingly!) gave him an underwear of yours, how he struggles to breathe just seeing your name. he just hopes you’ll miss him just as much, but he restrains himself knowing your flight’s in an hour.

“you’re all i think about, too,” you mumble and swallow uncomfortably, ashamed to have tears already brimming at your eyes, “i’ll come right back after i finish the sem, alright?”

“i’ll hold you to that.” geto smiles, although it’s laced with a sadness, kissing you softly one last time and bearing himself for the countless texts and video calls to your foreign number. you both can taste the salt in your tears, sniffling like a lovesick fool at the immense feelings you have for this man.

love. you haven’t even said the words yet.

as the racer watches you pass through the departure doors, he gives one last glance to the cherry keychain hanging off your carry-on, giving a similar longing glance to the matching berry one on his bag.

geto leaves the airport before anyone can see the wetness in his eyes, too.

[anystalker707]

I knew it

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Zoro likes you, and his feelings are clearly returned, but both of you seem oblivious to it. Tags: Clingy Zoro / But he sucks at expressing his feelings / he's dumb and grumpy but also very loving / Usopp thinks he's funny a/n: not proofread

MASTERLIST

          “You literally have anywhere else to do to sleep,” you mumbled, mostly distracted by the newspaper in your hands than the way Zoro had just made his way over to lie down next to you to nap again. It’d been built into a habit once he got able to move again after the Mihawk incident. “The hammocks are actually more comfortable. Even the couch.”

“Did I ask?” Zoro said with the same flat voice as always.

Even if you were sitting on the floor of the front deck with your back against the wall, Zoro still showed up to lie down nearby with his head on your hip, almost on the side of your thigh.

The rude answer made you click your tongue and slide to the side; his head hit the ground as a result. “Fuck off,” he grumbled as he moved closer, so he could resume his previous position.

“Stop being so annoying.” You tapped his forehead—not strongly, but still enough to make him scrunch his nose, scowling. He moved over and rested his head on your lap properly, just out of spite. Asshole.

Sometimes, Zoro would fall asleep so easily that it was impossible not to envy him. It only took him a couple of moments before his breath was even and his face in a neutral, relaxed state again. You continued reading the newspapers, checking the news, until you heard Sanji call out that he had prepared something for the crew to eat until lunch was ready. Luffy probably insisted too much, and Sanji wouldn’t cook something like this exclusively for Luffy, even if the captain still believed so.

Only the smell of whatever meal it was made your mouth water, but Zoro didn’t seem like he would move an inch now. Your leg even felt a little numb.

“No,” you groaned as you looked down at Zoro, but then you saw someone walk past, rushing down the stairs to get food as well. Thankfully, it was Usopp—you didn’t want to get charged extra berries by Nami or have your food stolen by Luffy. “Usopp! Usopp!”

Usopp stopped in his tracks, almost tripping as he finally stopped and looked back at you. He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Zoro, but dismissed it as he nodded, questioningly.

“Could you pretty please get me some food? The idiot is not letting me get up so soon!” You motioned to Zoro with a sigh.

“Oh!” Usopp grinned and winked at you with a grin, making an ok sigh with his hand. “Count with Go D Usopp!” He jogged off to where Sanji stood in front of the galley door and soon came back with a small plate, handing it to you. “There you go! Also grabbed some for your sleepy boyfriend!”

You were about to thank Usopp when you paused and raised an eyebrow at him, slowly taking the plate. “What?”

“No need to play clueless with me.” He winked before he ran off again.

The words stuck to your mind for a while as you sat still, looking at nothing in particular while processing Usopp’s words. Zoro? Your boyfriend? You clicked your tongue, feeling your cheeks grow red at the thought. Why would you like a bastard like that?

A sigh escaped your lips as you brought your legs up, thighs close to your torso, inevitably making Zoro’s head fall to the ground again. His eyes immediately shot open as he sat up, rubbing the back of your head. He scowled while looking at you.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me?” You scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’m not your personal pillow!”

Zoro clicked his tongue and looked away for a moment, shaking his head.  “Stop talking nonsense.” He could notice something off and urgent about your manners—did he really make you that angry?

“Want some?” You were holding the plate in front of his face before he could conclude his reasoning.

The way you’d practically shoved it on his face made Zoro lean back a little, eyebrows furrowing as he inspected what was on the plate. It seemed like mochi. Matcha mochi, if he were right, and those were great. They were nice without being too sweet. He grabbed both mochis and ate them without thinking twice.

You furrowed your eyebrows before looking at the plate, and then your face fell blank. “You ate the two.”

Zoro blinked, tilting his head a little. “Yeah?”

“One was mine,” you said through gritted teeth, narrowing your eyes at him. “You suck, Zoro, really?” You hit his head lightly with the plate; it wouldn’t be a surprise if it made a hollow sound. “I really wanted those!” It was the very first time Sanji had prepared those, and you were always eager to try the stuff he prepared for the first time. Even if it wasn’t something you didn’t usually like, Sanji’s cooking made you wish to try it, depending on what it was.

“Ow!” Zoro held his head, scowling as he looked at you. “I didn’t know! You should’ve grabbed it first if it were yours, then! You shoved it all in my face! What was I supposed to think?”

You sighed in frustration, observing the empty plate, then glanced up at Zoro. He still sat next to you, but now leaned on a hand, more to his side, while still looking at you, expecting an answer. When your eyes met his own, though, he clicked his tongue and looked away, rubbing his face.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He sighed sharply.

“Like what?” You scoffed.

“Like that!” He motioned to you, but it was as much of a help as if he’d stayed silent.

“Zoro!” You breathed, shaking your head. Man ate your food, and now he’s the one angry at you? You didn’t think he’d actually start being stubborn today.

“Damn it,” Zoro grumbled as he stood up, hand on his swords as usual, while he stepped away. What did that even mean?

A sigh escaped your lips as you just observed Zoro leave. Okay, then. You were sort of used to his nonsense behavior, but it still managed to impress you from time to time. The crew had some sort of trend going on.

“Damn it,” you mimicked Zoro as you stood up and took the plate back to the galley.

The nice smell of food already filled the deck, but it felt even better inside the galley. Your stomach shifted with it, your mouth watering. Eating decently was like heaven—you made a mental note to thank Sanji for accepting to join the crew.

Sanji was by the stove, stirring the food that boiled and cooked in the pans. He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“I really wanted the mochi,” you mumbled.

“Oh, no,” Sanji sighed as he glanced at you again. “Did Luffy eat yours? I made sure to make enough for everyone!” He tapped a wooden spoon on the rim of a pan before he set it aside.

“Zoro did,” you mumbled, moving to grab the plates from the cabinet. A little help wouldn’t hurt and, even if Sanji denied it, he did appreciate every little help he got.

“Huh?” Sanji furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head with a sigh. “That stupid moss head. Sorry about that. I can prepare it for you later if you’d like.” He smiled as he turned off the stove and started preparing the dishes’ presentation on the platters.

“No, no,” you said softly. “It’s fine. Thanks, though.”

It felt like it was a sick prank that the only free spot for Zoro was the one next to you. He did sit next to you at first, yeah, even serving himself and starting to eat along with everyone else. Halfway through it, though, Zoro covered his face with a hand. He said something under his breath, but all you could make out were the curses he said before taking his plate and leaving the galley to go eat on the deck.

You stared at the empty seat for a moment with the same indignant look from earlier. Was Zoro going crazy or something? Fuck off, you deserved to have a moment of peace.

“(Y/n)?” Sanji’s voice pulled you off your thoughts. “Are you really alright?”

It took you a few seconds to ground yourself again. Your eyes averted to Sanji as you went back to eating, slowly nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for worrying, though.”

No one really said anything, despite the looks. At some point, your eyes met Usopp’s during lunch—he clicked his tongue with that grin of his, shaking his head as if wordlessly telling you that things would be okay. It made you remember his comment from earlier, and you had to do your best not to jump at his throat with the knife.

          The afternoon went by quite slowly. You didn’t have a lot to do after you helped Nami a little just to kill the boredom, listening to her explanation about her maps and her process of making them. None of the information actually stuck to your mind, but it was nice seeing how she liked talking about it.

At the lack of what to do, you sat on the main deck again to watch the sunset, this time. You sat on the wooden boxes off to the wall, so you wouldn’t be on the ground again, but with space to cross your legs. Better than the floor and with more space than the chair. The sunset was a little off to the left, but you still could have a good view of it from where you were.

The waves were calmer today, so the reflection of the sky seemed clearer on the sea. It was always so pretty to watch the sunset from different places you sailed to, and—

“There you are,” a voice cut through your thoughts, and the pressure on your thigh made you look down to see Zoro was there again.

You widened your eyes, double-checking to see if it was really happening after all that happened. Was this going to become some sort of trend? Pushing you off and then coming back as if nothing happened? He was everywhere and with you all the time, which made you wonder why, since he would often just freak out and leave like that. It was all comfortable and nice until he decided you were freaking out and left, like he did a couple of times already.

“Damn it, Zoro,” you mumbled with a sigh but didn’t do much anymore as you turned your head to watch the sunset again. Who or what did he think he was? A damn cat?

Time went by as you held your hand up against your chest for a little too long, not knowing where to place it with Zoro there. However, with the way it started aching, you didn’t have much choice but to let your hand down over Zoro’s shoulder at first. Your hand twitched a little as you cogitated whether you should do it or not. Zoro didn’t typically like to be touchy. The way he didn’t react at all, though, made you confident to just rest your whole forearm across his chest, despite still being a little tense.

The sunset was beautiful, as always, but still unique. The sun eventually disappeared down the horizon, giving place for the stars to cover the sky. You’d only noticed how late it became when you heard Luffy complain about dinner being too late while Nami talked about turning the lights on.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one brought back to reality.

“Fuck,” Zoro groaned as he stirred awake, chest rising under your forearm with a sharp inhale—you didn’t know you’d let it relax on his chest. “God, is it so late already?” He clicked his tongue, rubbing his eye. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Am I supposed to?” You scoffed, poking Zoro’s shoulder a little. He groaned and tried to push your hand away.

“It’s your job,” he mumbled.

Was he joking? A chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head, but you silenced yourself. You didn’t want him to push you away again.

Zoro sighed before he looked up at you, still with his head on your lap. “What’s wrong?”

You pressed your lips together, thinking about it for a moment. “Maybe I should be the one asking you that,” you whispered. If he heard it, it’d be a cue to talk about it. If he didn’t, you’d just let the subject go again.

“What?” Zoro sat up with a sigh, shifting to sit right beside you. “What’d be wrong with me?”

You stretched your legs, letting them hang from the edge of the wooden box. It ached a little with the change of positions. The thought that Zoro could judge you for any little thing made you look away, facing the sea as you spoke. “Could you just stop pushing me away? Like, I’ll let you sleep on my lap and all, but you don’t need to keep pushing me away.”

“Pushing you away?” He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward a little to look past you to check what you were looking at.

Really? You turned to Zoro with a scoff—he widened his eyes a little and leaned back lightly. “You refused to sit beside me at lunch for no reason! Why wouldn’t that be pushing me away? And you got mad at me after you ate my mochi?” You made a vague motion with your hand at the loss of words to explain how confused you were.

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows before he looked away, clicking his tongue. “It’s your fault!”

“My fault?”

“Does it seem like it’s my fault you’re so beautiful?” He snapped, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground. “I’m not supposed to endure the way you look at me! All— All cute and…” He shook his head.

Beautiful? Cute? The words ran in your mind, making your face feel hotter.

“What are you talking about?” You breathed.

Zoro glanced at you. “You’re doing it again,” he complained, and you wondered if he would have an attack when he glared at you because of the confused sound you made. “I really suck at this,” he mumbled, adjusting his posture. He took a deep breath before he faced you. “I, um…” Zoro’s eyes averted to the side. “I like you. Like, I like like you,” he mumbled, half hoping you didn’t hear that.

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you processed it. “You like me?”

He sighed, looking at you with a glare. Okay, he couldn’t handle this, nor could you.

“I…” It felt hard to express it, to finally put your feelings in order after disagreeing with Usopp’s assumptions so much. “Fuck it, I like you, too,” you finally confessed.

Zoro nodded, pressing his lips together as he looked down. “So?”

“So what?” You raised an eyebrow. “You just gonna—”

“I really suck at this…” He whispered mostly to himself as he looked away for a moment, seconds before he finally pressed his lips to yours.

The sudden kiss caught you by surprise, making you tense up and almost pull away, but you decided to fight your thoughts and slowly return the kiss. Your hand rested on Zoro’s shoulder, maybe holding him a little too tightly. Both the tension and surprise had you a little more breathless than you should be, breaking away from the kiss a little too soon, but not pulling away.

Zoro’s eyes scanned over your face as if taking in the details, and you couldn’t help but do the same. This was so much better than anything you could have fantasized about before going to sleep. Silence hung in the air, but you knew better than to say anything—you were the one to close the distance this time. The new kiss was slow, with a gentleness set by you as you cupped the side of his neck and tilted your head to deepen the kiss a bit, trying to enjoy every second of it.

Honestly, Zoro’s lips were clumsy. You didn’t exactly know what to expect from him, in the first place, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise nor something that you actually minded. He could be someone who only focused on training and never even thought about one-night stands, just like he could also go around all the time without any actual commitment.

There was a short pause before you two were kissing again. Zoro’s hand was on your knee as he leaned forward while kissing you, this time daring to let his tongue run along your bottom lip. You parted your lips open, but his tongue only managed to barely slip inside your mouth before both of you heard someone clearing their throat; it made you jump on your seats, pulling away and looking at the direction it came from.

From all the people you wished it were, Usopp was probably the last one.

“Well…” Usopp laughed, looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest. He had that knowing look, eyes playful when they met yours.

“Shut up,” you said at the same time as Zoro, somehow.

Usopp gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Come on, I barely said anything! I’m just here because everyone’s been wondering where the lovebirds— Ahem, I mean, the duo has been because dinner’s going cold.”

You slowly nodded, looking at the ground for a moment as you played the last events in your mind. “Yeah, right,” you sighed, getting on your feet.

Despite how you left, Zoro continued sitting there, so it was a clear opportunity for Usopp. He chuckled as he caught up with you. “I knew it.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[french-unknown]

Hello!! I hope you are having the loveliest week and happy new year! I'd love to see the sleepy!strawhat pirates :) thank u!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐀/𝐍: Hello! I also wish you the loveliest week and happy new year! Have a wonderful year 2024 with the best of health! (-‿◦ ) 𝐖/𝐂: 730+

| m a s t e r l i s t |  |

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

✧ With Luffy, there are two atmospheres.

✧ The first is after grueling fights or if he is poisoned, he is the type to drop like a fly without going through the "sleepy" phase. One moment he is fully conscious, and the next he is so asleep that even a cataclysm will not wake him.

✧ He can also fall asleep at the worst times!

✧ Otherwise, he continues to jump around screaming for meat or his teammates until he no longer has a single atom of energy in his body.

✧ When he is in between awake and asleep, he will become quite childish.

✧ A pro at staying awake as long as possible while moaning "I don't want to sleep" when everyone sees 100 kilometers away that he can no longer keep his eyes open.

✧ When he falls asleep, it will FINALLY be silence.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

✧ He is used to naps so the habits are there.

✧ You know he is tired when you see him wandering around to find his little corner of the sun where he can do his sleeping beauty with, obviously, always a place to religiously put his swords within reach.

✧ He is a routine man so the corners are always the same on the boat.

✧ He also becomes a lot grumpier. Sanji has no interest in dragging him around.

✧ If you ask him something at that moment, he huffs but he does it. He still drags his feet like a teenager and you don't need a doctorate in archeology to understand that it annoys him. But he likes you so he will still do what you want.

✧ He will fall asleep as soon as he is in place. It's almost automatic.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

✧ Sleepy Nami is more irritable than usual.

✧ As soon as she gets a chance to go into bed, she will grab it like it's a mountain of berries.

✧ She has trouble falling asleep because of the annoyance.

✧ She may be tired as hell, but she won't be able to relax enough to fall asleep quickly.

✧ At some point, she will be too cold so she covers herself in blankets. Then she will be too hot so she takes off the covers. But she will have discomfort in her back so she changes positions. Except that the music that Franky and Brook have been singing all day will be stuck in her head.

✧ There's no point in speaking to her in these cases otherwise, it's guaranteed death!

✧ She also tends to steal every blanket imaginable in order to make the most comfortable bed possible.

𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏

✧ A tired Usopp is much slower than usual. He walks slower, talks slower and thinks slower.

✧ He also complains a lot more.

✧ Expect dramatic “But I want to sleeeeeeeeeep!” as if he was going to die or solemn "Chopper, I don't think I could go any further. Go without me, I will only slow you down" under the panicked cries of the reindeer.

✧ The most significant signal is when he starts jumping at everything and nothing.

✧ At the slightest noise, he jumps several centimeters as if he had just been awakened from micronaps, standing with his eyes open.

✧ He also rubs his eyes more.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

✧ To say it gets clingy is an understatement.

✧ Until he finally falls asleep at midnight, he will be stuck to you like a mussel to a rock.

✧ He's constantly hugging you from behind or putting his arm around your shoulders. His arms will look more like chains than human limbs after a while.

✧ He pouts if you move away.

✧ Will beg you to go to bed early with him for cuddles.

✧ The rest is up to you.

✧ If he's having trouble sleeping, running your hand through his hair will work wonders. Really. He would kill for the slightest sign of affection when he is half asleep.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

✧ A sleepy Robin doesn't change much compared to usual.

✧ The only signal is that she is slightly more distracted.

✧ If you ask her a question, it will take a few seconds before she looks away from the blank space and turns her confused eyes to you so that you repeat what you said.

✧ She's not really trying to fight sleep.

✧ As soon as she mysteriously disappears without warning from your side, you know where to find her. She will already be comfortably asleep in her bed without waiting for you to arrive.

✧ Pretty sleeper by excellence, by the way.

Wow, you find my 4th Easter Egg! take this ψ lemon meringue pie ψ, it's my favorite pastry

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @idsmash717 @lys-ada @viscade @parkyrr @yasmiinberkaa @dozcan123 @anotherproblemsos @cellgore @sketchmilk @kai-wifey @clovernumber3 @radiorowrites

[clonemando]

Fluff for Fox/Fives please? Or even Fox/Fives/Rex. They deserve a happier ending to their encounter 🥲

Fox/Fives!!! Yes! With Rex too. I can do that! I love them. Fives and Fox enable each other but Rex helps keep them from going too far. A good group. Thank you for the prompt and enjoy!

Rex was frozen as he stood in the doorway, a stolen bag of Fox's favorite chocolate covered berries under one arm with a berry half way to his mouth. He was dressed in an oversized blue hoodie with his signature Jaig eyes painted in white and a pair of bright red boxers he had stolen from Fox's closet.

"What the kriff did I walk in on?" He asked and Fox growled lowly in frustration although he didn't look up from his task.

"Your ARC-" he started but Rex cut him off with a noise of complaint.

"Why is he suddenly my ARC when he pisses you off? We agreed that on Taungsday he's the Guard's idiot." He said and finally popped the berry into his mouth and finished entering the room.

Fox was sitting on the couch with Fives positioned between his legs on the floor and a hair brush to his side. Half of Fives' head was arranged in what Rex might have called a high Nabooian style if he was being kind but was honestly just a lot of rubber bands and knots. The other side was twisted into many different braids. Fives was just staring ahead looking resigned to whatever was going on.

"Fine, my idiot ARC let a bunch of cadets use him as a doll and I'm trying to undo the damage without just shaving it all off." Fox finally looked over as Rex flopped on the couch beside him and offered Fox a berry which he took distractedly and ate with a little pleased hum.

"Thorn said they were good at it! I'm going to put green dye in his shampoo." Fives whined.

"You didn't realize Thorn lies like 80% of the time after he convinced you to eat that soap bar shaped like a piece of pie?" Rex asked raising an eyebrow as he stretched out and shoved his feet into Fox's lap so his boyfriend had to lean over them to look at Fives' head.

"It honestly didn't taste that bad." Fives said holding out a hand for a berry as well and Rex rolled his eyes but gave it to him.

The peace that filled Rex as he laid there with Fox slowly unknotting Fives' hair while Fives chattered about his ongoing feud with Thorn had him melting into the worn cushions. There had been several points in the war he had almost given up. Little moments like this made him grateful he kept fighting.

[honeybeefae]

oooo forbidden love with eris or azriel? maybe even a triangle 👀

Out of the Woods (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

BINGO: FORBIDDEN LOVE

(I ended up going with Eris bc this idea literally is so much fun plus I’ve got so many Azriel requests! This request didn’t specify if it was NSFW or SFW so I just went for SFW! This literally came to life as I was writing it and I want to continue it SO bad so pls let me know if you guys would be interested lmao)

WARNINGS: Fighting, talks of death, a little gore in terms of blood

You had been coming to these woods ever since you had first seen him chasing after your assailants. What he was doing in the mortal realm you didn’t know nor care but you were grateful he was there that day. He had seen them drag you into the woods, ready to do unspeakable things, until each one of them suddenly burst into flames redder than you had ever seen.

One by one they dropped dead and you stood there, terrified, as the red hair fae emerged from the shadows. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen and while you should have run or screamed or even fought, you just gazed at him.

He stopped a few feet away from you, his amber eyes focused on your breathing as you opened your mouth and whispered, “Thank you.”

It was the last thing he had expected you to say and it took him a minute to recover, a small smile turning his lips despite the image he was trying to portray. You drew in a sharp breath when he stepped into your personal space, bending down until he was at eye level.

“Run.”

The single word made your heart jump and instinct took over, breaking you from the spell as you turned on your heel and ran back to your village. You kept glancing over your shoulder, making sure he wasn’t following and didn’t stop until you were in your bedroom with the door closed. It felt like your heart was about to burst from your chest as you scurried under the covers like a child. 

As the adrenaline wore off and the night grew darker you started to drift off to sleep despite yourself, your eyes slowly closing until you dreamed about the man in the forest. You could’ve sworn you felt something touch your cheek that night, the smell of embers and pine wrapping around you like a blanket.

—--------------------

You didn’t go into the forest for several days, feigning sickness or pain whenever your father would ask you to go forage before the winter. The excuses worked for a while until he put his foot down, yelling at you that you needed to go out or risk starvation. 

This time you wore a cloak and had a dagger sheathed in your belt, the empty basket swaying from side to side as you went to the small berry patch close to the thickets and river. You felt tense the entire time, constantly looking over your shoulder, and just as you felt you could relax as you stood you felt eyes on you.

He was staring at you from the other side of the river, taking in your shocked expression before vanishing into thin air. You didn’t stick around to see where he went, turning to run back home only to smack into something solid.

Not something…someone.

“What are you doing in the forest again by yourself?” The man asked, his voice low as he captured your wrist in his hand when you tried to run. “I thought I told you to run.”

Your mouth was dry as you opened and closed it, your pulse fluttering under his fingertips as you struggled briefly to break away. His touch was warm, warmer than the average human, and it made your skin tingle in a weird way. 

“Answer me, human.” He sneered, lacking the patience that a man his age probably should have. You knew the fae were practically immortal and given how he looked a few years older than you, he had to have been around for a while.

“I-I had to come to get food for my family.” You stutter, clearing your throat from how hoarse it sounded. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be asking those questions.” He responded while glancing at your wrist in his hand. “This forest is too dangerous for someone like you to be in. There are wolves and foxes and evil men waiting to snatch you up.”

“Lucky you killed one of those three for me then, isn’t it?” You said boldly, your eyes widening when you realized you hadn’t filtered that thought from coming out of your mouth. Immediately your cheeks heated and you looked away, pulling once more.

He let you go, smirking when you stumbled back and fell on your ass. You scurried back a few paces when he crouched down to watch you more closely.

“Don’t come into these woods again, do you understand? It is not safe and I’m not going to go out of my way to save you.” He stated, offering his hand for you to take. You glanced at it and then his face, your eyes narrowing in suspicion before he grew tired of your antics and pulled you up himself.

He looked you over one more time, catching the dagger on your hips as it caught the afternoon sun. “And make sure you know how to use that or you might as well beat someone off with a stick.”

As he turned to go back from wherever he came from you found yourself calling for him, voice tight as you asked, “What is your name?”

The fae man stopped but didn’t turn around, debating on what he should say before he turned his head to the left slightly. You could make out his profile, the bridge of his nose, and his pointed ear as he said, “Eris.”

You watched as he disappeared once again, your heart thrumming as you stood there for a moment digesting what had just happened. Eris. His name was Eris. The name sounded weird in your head and yet it was all you could think about on your walk home, testing it on your tongue until you arrived at your doorstep.

Night quickly fell as you washed the fruit and finished your daily chores, bidding your family goodnight and making your way back to your bed. The smell from your dreams was still present, especially by your bed, and you fell asleep once more to the face of the fae, of Eris. 

Only this time you dreamt of him in a forest of red and yellow.

—--------------------------

The next time you went into the woods was when your village was under attack by the soldiers of Hybern. They were ransacking every home, every family, and taking whatever they wanted. You had heard the screams of women, men, and children as great fires suddenly lit up the sky.

Your family was trying to gather their most precious belongings but by the time they were ready to run it was too late. Three large men burst inside, their entire aura reeking of evil as they took in your small abode. Without warning you saw your father grab his sword off the wall and hurl it at the tallest soldier blocking the door, watching as it sank into his arm.

He let out a roar of rage and your father screamed at you all to run, his stance brave. You and your mother and brother took the opportunity and sprinted out into the street, feeling the other soldiers hot on your heels. You decided to turn the opposite way and head towards the forest, your head screaming at you as both men followed you. 

You were breathing hard as you tried your best to see in the dark, crying out as branches and thorns scraped across your skin. Blood was running down your arms by the time you got to the river and when you turned to look behind you, you realized they were no longer there.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Seconds were passing by agonizingly slow as you waited with bated breath, sweat making your skin sticky as your head whipped around furiously for any sign of them. A twig snapped behind you and you didn’t have time to brace yourself as a heavy body slammed into you, knocking you onto the forest floor and stealing the very breath from your lungs.

“Stupid bitch thinks she can outrun us.” The soldier laughed, pinning your arms above your head as he glared at you with hatred. “Let’s see how far you can run when I’ve got my c-”

Before he can finish the sentence a ring of fire wraps around his throat and squeezes until his head is severed from his body. Warm blood covers your nightgown as you stare in terror, your vocal cords unable to move as the other Hybern soldier meets the same fate.

Soft footsteps head in your direction and you close your eyes tightly, not wanting to see whoever was going to kill you until you felt the familiar tingle of Eris’s hands wrapping around your body. He lifts you into his arms without a word and looks around, making sure no one is left before vanishing with you held tightly against him.

You felt like you were falling as he appeared in front of a cabin, a small candle lit in the window as he walked through the front door and shut it behind him. He wordlessly walked over to the bathroom and turned on the tap, setting you gingerly on the floor.

He tested the water with his rest and when satisfied, poured some soap into it until bubbles started to appear. You had your knees drawn up to your chest, watching him while he strode over to you and picked you up again. Eris made easy work of your nightgown, ripping it down the middle with just a few fingers and putting you into the water.

Both of your hands came up to cover your chest as he submerged you in warmth, looking at your nightgown with disgust before burning it in his grasp. You blinked rapidly, watching the ash fall to the floor, before turning your eyes to his.

“You came for me.” You whispered hoarsely. “You killed those men…for me.”

“I told you to stay out of the forest.” He snapped, a deep frown settled on his face. “I told you the dangers but you didn’t listen, you refused to listen. Do you know what could have happened to you if I wasn’t there?”

You did know. You wouldn’t be here with a strange fae man named Eris. You wouldn’t be in a warm bath in a grand cabin. You would probably be dead, along with the rest of your family and your village. 

The thought of your family had tears falling down your cheeks and into the bath, tiny ripples disturbing the water under the bubbles. You hoped they had escaped, found somewhere to hide, and your father…

A soft sob had your shoulders shaking as you turned your back to Eris, bringing your knees in once more and resting your face between them. Everything you knew, everyone you knew, it was all up in flames. Literally.

Minutes passed by without a word spoken and you had thought he had left you alone until you heard him shuffle behind you and sigh. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s not what you need right now. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Why do you care so much?” You mumbled, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. “You barely know me. You’re a fae, I’m a human. What game are you playing here?”

“I’m not playing a game.” Eris defended, watching as you angle your head to look at him. “I swear.”

“Then why save me? Why bring me here? I thought you hated our kind.” You were misdirecting your anger at the man who saved your life but you couldn’t help it, you wanted something to make sense in your life. “Am I a servant to you? Are you going to keep me trapped here for the rest of my life?”

“If I wanted a servant I could have easily found anyone so watch your tone.” Eris suddenly stood, his eyes hot with anger. “Is this how you are thanking me for saving your life? By questioning my decisions? Would you rather I take you back to those terrible men, to that terrible life?”

“I just want an answer!” You scream back, standing up and staring him down. You didn’t care that you were naked, you didn’t care that this man could kill you with a snap of his fingers. He owed you a damn explanation. “Just tell me why!”

Eris’s jaw twitched while his nostrils flared, his fists curling at his side briefly before relaxing. He took a deep breath and turned around and grabbed a towel, tossing it in your direction. 

“I don’t have to explain myself to a human.” He said, pausing in the doorframe. “Dry off, get dressed, and come out here when you’re done.”

He shut the door before you could respond but you still let out a scream of frustration, stomping your foot like a child as you gripped the towel firmly. You stared at where he had just been, willing him to come back, before letting your shoulders sag in defeat.

Whatever he was going to do, whatever compelled him to save you, you obviously weren’t going to find out tonight. This communication between the two of you shouldn’t have even started in the first place, it was forbidden and yet here you were. 

Stuck in a cabin with Eris…your new home for the time being. 

[klaus-mikaelsonslut]

dating caroline forbes...

pairings: caroline forbes x feminine character

warnings: mentions of sexual content

she's the sweetest girlfriend ever <3

literally you couldn't be any happier

she's always complimenting you, telling you she loves you, etc

she is 100% a swiftie

so you can only imagine her beaming face when you revealed that you had bought her taylor swift concert tickets

liters your face in kisses 💋

lipstick stains are left on your face

she's the type of girl to do scrapbooking

has photos from dates, holidays, school events like decade dances, just random stuff tbh

made you a moodboard of pictures of you and her for your birthday

she LOVES doing secret santa

she's just made for gift giving, literally never disappoints

she once bought bonnie a book of ancient spells she got in new orleans, a locket, a curler, a bunch of fashion magazines and her favourite chocolates

she prefers summer over winter any day 🌞

the thought of tanning and drinking a fancy cocktail just sits right with her

if you're a witch, she'll always be with you when you're doing spells to make sure you're okay

not that she doesn't think you can't defend yourself, but if something were to go wrong and she wasn't there then she wouldn't be able to forgive herself

she LOVES watching you do spells and you use it to your advantage

for example, if she wanted to style your hair and didn't have any extra clips to pin a section of your hair, you just levitate the piece of hair and she's ✨amazed✨

if you're a vampire, she's totally supportive whether you decide to feed off of humans or follow stefan’s bambi diet 🐇🐿️

you guys enjoy compelling people at different shops so that you can have your own little fashion show 🛍️

'does the green t-shirt make me look fat?'

'i love that pattern! you have to try it on!'

if you're a werewolf, this woman is the most caring and loving person you've ever met 🫶

she plans everything a week before your transition, wolfsbane bottles, chains secured tightly, she even gets you to digest a random herb that supposedly dials down the pain

literally the best gf 💞

she loves cooking so much, you walk into her house and she's either flicking through fashion magazines or baking brownies

her baking tastes SO good

like the american mary berry

she loves cuddling, whether you're spooning or laying your head on her stomach (or her breasts 🤭)

she's like a little bear during winter, little suffocating you with herself and a blanket

when meeting her mother, liz absolutely loved you and is always asking you to come over for dinner

so interested in you and caroline's relationship

#gossipgirl

caroline LOVES dates 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🍝🕯️

she loves organising the perfect location, buying flowers, setting up candles, etc

once you took her up this beautiful view up a mountain with a romantic picnic

let's just say you got a very pleasant thank you later that night...😘

speaking of, caroline is a FREAK in the sheets

no wonder she had almost every man in the series 🫣

we're talking lingere, toys, being tyed up, different locations and positions, sensual music and candles, petals, her sending you pictures while you're at work...

she literally loves you more than herself and would die for you

[underthecrazy20]

Anything for You ~ Bang Chan

Genre: Fluff, comfort!au.

Warnings: Reader has a period.

W/c: 628

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Pain. The pain of a period, something no boyfriend, husband or male would understand, but Chan still tried to understand and stayed by your side through the tough times of being a female. Just this early morning you started your period. You didn't feel the blood seeping on the sheets until a sharp pain pinged in your lower abdomen. Chan had just got you two comfortable in a position with his arm over your side and his face nuzzled in your neck. When suddenly you groaned in discomfort, he slightly lifted his head to check on you. Then he realized what was wrong and frowned sadly. Hugging your frame gently with a kiss placed against your temple, he got up and left the room while you were in bed clenching your stomach in pain. Another wave of pain hits you, making you hide your face into the pillow breathing deeply. Just then a gentle hand came down on the side of your hip turning you to face your knight and hero, your loving husband, Chan. He held a sympathetic look on his face as he gave you two pills and a glass of water. You sighed heavily, holding back a whine as more cramping came to your abdomen. 

"Take these," he whispered as he sat down, then helped you sit up to drink. Once you were up, you swallowed the pills groaning with yet another wave hitting you. Chan brushed your hair back with his fingers and kissed your forehead. He then got up and headed into the master bathroom. A few seconds later, you heard the water come on in the bathtub. He was a sweetheart, even though he can be playful and a troublemaker sometimes, he did live up to his vows for taking care of you. 

Chan then returned and came around to your side of the bed, placing his arm under your legs and around your back lifting you off the mattress carrying you into the bathroom and setting you down on the toilet. There were little candles adorning the sides of the tub that gave a warm glow to the bathroom. He turned off the water and walked into the closet grabbing some clean clothes and put them on the counter. 

"Take a good bath and relax while I clean up and then make some breakfast okay?" he said, taking your hand. You nodded with a warm smile. He returned it before leaving you to freshen up, you undressed then slipped into the tub full of hot water and bath salts. In the peace and quiet, you could hear the gentle patting of rain hitting the roof and windows. It was calming and comfortable. 

After the water got cooler and you felt a little better, you drained the tub, got out and dressed yourself. When you opened the door, you saw the bed was made with new sheets. You smiled at his hard work, then you went over to the door walking out into the living room. A wonderful smell filled your nose, you made your way into the kitchen and stood at the door watching Chan cut up strawberries. How did he look so handsome just cutting fruit? Moving forward you quietly went up behind him wrapping your arms around his torso. He jumped a little at the sudden touch but then relaxed. You put the side of your head in between his shoulder blades inhaling softly. He finished cutting up the last of the berries and turned around to face you, his arm found your waist as he pulled you closer. 

"Feel better?" he asked. You nodded with a smile. 

"Much, thank you," you replied. 

"Anything for you my love," he mumbled, pecking your lips.

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[arteastica]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (4)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters). no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.5k

“Everyone is to be positioned at fixed intervals, to extend the message relay range as far as possible.”

At the Survey Corps headquarters, time seemed to pass rather quickly. Two weeks had already gone by, and with them some of your insecurities. The more familiar you got with your job, the more comfortable you felt in your position. And the commander’s words had proven to be true: your days had grown repetitive indeed. But that was something you didn’t feel the slightest need to complain about. In a world where one moment you could be at home making breakfast, and the next, in a titan’s stomach, you found reassurance in the predictability of your job.

Every day, you woke up early, washed your face, walked into the office, disposed of the spent candle, replaced it, prepared the commander’s work space, received a thankful smile in return, brew his morning tea, received another one, organized his mail, wrote responses, then sent them, then trailed behind him, paused for lunch, then trailed behind him some more, sat at your desk, wrote reports, organized them, brought him his evening tea, heard a ‘thank you’, double-checked you had replaced the candle, asked if he needed anything else, got a ‘no’ followed by another ‘thank you’ and the respective smile that always came with it, bid him goodnight, wrote a diary entry, went to bed, and repeated it all over again the next day. Exhausting? No, not for you. Repetitive desk work happened to be your area of expertise. Oh, and once a week, you attended meetings like this one.

“A black smoke round will be fired as soon as an abnormal is sighted, which they will be since the area is full of them.”

From the secluded corner you liked to stand in, you listened attentively as the commander went over the formation one more time. Your eyes drifting from his face to the now familiar expedition plans that were laid out on the wooden table. Every morning, there was a new scribble on the paper, and it was getting increasingly difficult to see what was underneath. But maybe it was just you. Neither the commander nor his captains seemed to have any problem seeing through all the additional lines and hasty handwriting.

“And it’s primarily the forward recon soldier who will encounter them.”

The forward recon soldier. You checked in with your notes before fixing your eyes back on the table. Ever since you noticed it one morning while organizing his desk, you had been wondering if there was a particular reason why the commander assigned only one person for that position. The third column, however, was marked as multiple.

“Anyone who sees the flare should fire the same round to relay the signal”

And when the commander sees it, he’ll fire a green smoke round, and show the formation where to go. Impressive. The formation looked impressive enough on paper, but you wondered how it would look in real life, under actual life-threatening circumstances. And with the expedition quickly approaching, you were surprised to discover in yourself, even though slight, a tinge of excitement at the thought of seeing it all play out in the field. Impressive. The commander was really something. You thought as you watched him. Firing that green smoke round would be nerve-racking for anyone, knowing so many lives depended on whether you made the right call or not. A slip in judgement, even the slightest one, could mean his soldiers wouldn’t live to see another day. And yet, there he stood: solid and resolute.

Impressive, indeed. To think such complex strategy had been devised entirely by one man. Sleepless nights working tirelessly on his project. No, not his. Humanity’s. So many nights spent under the candle light, leaning over his desk, so focused, so determined. Just as he was now. And you couldn’t help but notice that the rumors you heard in the capital never mentioned how attractive he was. Sapphires instead of eyes; neatly combed hair, fair and trimmed short at the sides; well built and broad-shouldered, yet elegant and sophisticated. If one didn’t know any better, one could have assumed he descended from royalty.

“What do you think?” A question with your name attached at the end took you by surprise. The commander was talking to you. “I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at that one spot in the paper since the meeting started. What’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I-” the short woman with strawberry blonde hair, whose name, you had learned, was Petra, gave you an encouraging smile “I just think the third relay, the one in the third column, would work better as a one-person position” you explained, leaving your self-appointed confinement in the corner of the room to join them at the table “I mean, because of the place it is located in, I- I think it is unlikely that they will encounter a titan before the others” you said as you tried to focus your attention on the commander only, doing your best to make it past squad leader Miche’s sniffing and Captain Levi’s dead eyes. “And in the event that they do, I think it would be more efficient to use a strong soldier for that position, instead of multiple of average… strength” you continued, trying to convince yourself that ‘average’ wasn’t an insult “that- that way the strong soldiers could deal with the situation alone as a one-man team, and we would be able to send more people to the peripheral positions and support those who are more likely to find titans, like the recon soldiers, for example. I believe this way the chances of survival would be slightly higher for everyone” you concluded, relieved to have reached the end of your intervention “It’s just my opinion, sir.”

After, what you estimated, had been a century of the commander contemplating the paper before him, he finally grabbed his pencil and wrote something in his small black notebook. Then, he moved on to the next topic.

-

“You’re not one of many words, are you?”

“Sir?” You looked up from the papers you had been organizing.

“Strange. Something about you also tells me you are quite fond of talking. I can’t decide.”

Oh, you talked. Inside your head. There, you never shut up.

“I used to think it was an innate ability, you know, being able to choose one’s words intentionally” the commander told you as he drew his signature on a report “But one author I read once, said it was actually an acquired skill. And now I can’t decide either. But whatever it is, I respect that” he looked up and smiled softly “Today, however, was the first time I heard you string more than two sentences together. And I must say, I would be delighted to hear your input more often.”

You liked that. Very much. So you smiled back.

“Nanaba told me they had never heard a recruit speak so much for a first interview.” You had to pause what you were doing “She admitted she was overwhelmed at first, but then grateful, because, after such descriptive self-introduction, she knew exactly where to place you.” Did he know about all the things you told them? “I confess that, knowing that, it was starting to concern me, that you may be scared of me. That’s why you never talk. Am I that scary?”

Not scary. Intimidating maybe? But definitely not scary. So you shook your head lightly.

He smiled, looking a little bit defeated by the continuous silence on your end, and then said “In the future, share your ideas with us. There’s value in them. I won’t keep you any longer, you may go.”

But you didn’t move, instead you took a deep breath and opened your mouth. “I think that paper is a mess” you pointed to the formation plans “There’s so much written on it, and it’s getting difficult for me to understand what’s going on underneath. I mean, I understand because I saw it before it turned into the chaos that it is now, and because I go to the meetings every week, of course. And your explanations there are always very detailed. I think you’re great at explaining things by the way, you could explain chess to a titan. But I was just thinking, the other new recruits may find it rather confusing too. When we present the plan to them next week, they’re only gonna see scribbles and doodles and lines that go in all sorts of directions. And they’re gonna be left to wonder if your son grabbed his colored chalk and wrote on it while you were sleeping.”

He looked down at the paper, then back at you, and then threw his head back laughing.

“Very good. I’ll work on that tomorrow. Thanks” he concluded, seemingly satisfied.

“And also” he said as you were almost at the door “I don’t have a son.”

And you found yourself smiling back complicitly.

“Good night, commander”

-

You opened the map and when you saw it, it made you smile. The forward recon position was no longer a soldier but a squad.

Like hell you were going to let him rewrite the plans. This was the whole point of you being there, to take over trivial stuff like this so he could focus on more important things. So you showed up even earlier the next morning and started working on it.

When he opened the scroll later that day, his eyes immediately went to find you at your desk.

“Scribble on it as much as you like. I’ll make a new one when I see it starts getting messy” this time it was you giving him the reassuring smile.

-

“Erwin, it was about time you cleaned up that thing. It was starting to upset me.”

“It wasn’t me, Levi. The new recruits will be here” he pointed at the space between the wagon defense squad and the support squad. “They will be moving with the spare horses, as well as relaying signals.”

The one month anniversary of your enlistment had arrived, and the day of your first expedition beyond the walls was quickly approaching. As you had expected, the atmosphere at the headquarters had gotten more and more hectic. That week’s meeting had been significantly longer. They had taken hours going over each one of the soldiers individually, and deciding their positions in the formation.

Captain Levi’s squad was already in charge of Eren, so you assumed they would continue to serve that role for the expedition as well. But the commander hadn’t specified so, neither revealed their exact position yet. Not during the meeting, at least. You didn’t understand what was the reason behind all the secrecy. Did he suspect something was off? Was he worried someone might hurt Eren? If so, who and why? Eren’s name, however, wasn’t the only one missing. You couldn’t find yours anywhere on the paper.

“The forces this time are significantly smaller than in previous expeditions, we should concentrate on getting back with minimal losses. Any questions?”

“Yes, sir” you raised a hand “What is going to be my position?”

-

“Commander, please”

“I’m not risking losing my assistant to a titan” he said while opening the door to his office “I need you here, not in a titan’s belly.”

“If a titan grabs me I’ll scream for it to unhand me.” Not even you knew if that was supposed to be a joke “Unhand me, monster.”

He chuckled as he sat at his desk, still not bothering to look at you. “I can guarantee you that’s not the way things work out there.”

“I know those plans like the back of my hand. And that too” you said pointing at the map scroll he had just placed on the table. “Commander, I swear, when I close my eyes at night, I’m only able to see that thing. I’m forever haunted. By that and by your scribbles.”

“All the more reason to stay then” he looked rather amused, and for a brief moment you were tempted to ask if he derived some sort of enjoyment from the situation. But you settled for listening instead. “In the event we all perish out there, there needs to be someone left who’s able to pass on the knowledge to the next soldiers.”

“All the more reason to go then” you said as he gave his full attention to a pile of reports. What was he even doing? You were supposed to organize that later. “If you perish out there, so will my intentions of going beyond the walls. Because I’m not following anyone else out there.”

He put down the papers and finally looked at you. And something about his demeanor reminded you of that night.

Are you ready to die if I ordered to? But the memory didn’t make you think of him as much as it made you think of your past self. What would she say? How would she feel knowing that all it took was one month. One month working under Erwin Smith, and you were already begging to be taken on a suicide mission. Talk about unexpected.

“Commander, back then you said all the new recruits would join you in the expedition beyond the walls” You added in a composed manner, watching your tone the whole time because the last thing you wanted was to sound whiny. You knew that wouldn’t help. You needed to make him understand it was not an impulsive plea. Because it really wasn’t. You wholeheartedly believed you could be of some assistance out there. Maybe not fighting titans but helping with provisions, running spare horses, anything he needed. Him or anyone. Plus how would you call yourself a scout if you never, well… scouted.

He remained silent. So you took it as an indication that you could keep going.

“You said you wanted to hear my ideas. I can’t tell you what I think if I’m here and you’re miles away.” you stepped closer, the front of his desk meeting the front of your thighs. “Please, let me go with you.”

He stared back at you. All amusement seemed to have abandoned his eyes. But beyond that, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. After a while, however, he spoke again.

“You’ll take the position to my immediate right.” You released the stiffness your muscles had been holding. The spearhead. Through your relief, you tried to go over the plans in your mind. “Don’t stray too far apart and keep your eyes open at all times.”

“Yes, sir” you didn’t try to hide the contentment in your smile.

-

next chapter

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I want to live the cliche of cliches with him... I want to wake up next to hubby rdj, some lazy morning sex or just cuddles, make breakfast together, those types of things that couples does together, surrounded by lots of love... that's my request for rdj/fem reader 🖤

''I love you berry much!''

PAIRING | Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.6K

SUMMARY | It is a lovely summer day as you and Robert start the day together with cuddles and being wrapped up in one another, followed by a run to the local market and ending with a dinner with some of his Marvel co-stars.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, established relationship (marriage), age gap (Reader is in her mid to late 30s, RDJ is in his mid to late 40s), smut (spanking, unprotected sex - wrap it before you tap it!), so much fluff your teeth would almost rot from the sweetness of it all.

A/N | Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! I let my fantasies run wild on this one, and I am convinced Robert is the most loving husband and a true gentleman. I hope you enjoy the route I took with this one, and if you ever have another request for him, please don't hesitate to let me know! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

You're still deep in your very comfortable sleep state when the sound of your alarm starts seeping through your subconscious, waking you up.

It takes a few moments to realize what's happening, but when it sinks in, you reach out for your phone, ready to turn your alarm off and turn around into the loving embrace of your husband.

With a soft sigh, you turn around, and just like you suspected, he's waiting with open arms for you to snuggle into, which you both make time for every morning.

''Mornin' Pumpkin,'' Robert says with a sleepy smile as you wiggle your way into his embrace, wanting to be as close as possible.

''Good morning, Bubs,'' you say once you have found your usual comfy position, and you let out one more small sigh as you revel in his body heat, the skin-to-skin contact being something you crave every single morning.

Thank god for sleeping naked.

''How did my girl sleep?'' he asks, and your cheeks feel warm as he calls you his girl. Even after almost 15 years of being together, you would never get used to him calling you that, and Robert is well aware.

''Like a log, thanks to you wearing me out last night. Everyone who thinks older guys don't last as long as younger people is very mistaken in their thoughts,'' you joke, and you lay your head on his chest, Robert's hands finding their way onto your waist and in your hair.

''Well, I can't help it when I have such a beautiful wife. Want to give her everything, and the least I can do is give her a few orgasms,'' he says, amusement sounding through his voice.

''Six, Robert. I swear it is not normal for a woman to cum like that six times,'' you say, but you would be lying if you didn't enjoy every second of him taking you apart last night.

Your hands are scratching slowly through his scruff, and you make a content noise when his hands move down your back, but you didn't expect him to land two hard slaps on your ass.

The shriek you let out is almost inhumane, and you go to sit up to get a good look at his smug face.

''It's a good thing I love you and that I enjoy getting spanked,'' you grumble, and he laughs while he kneads your ass with firm motions.

Robert squeezes harder than anticipated, and you grind over his hard member with your soaking cunt, earning himself a moan from your plump, pink mouth.

''Hmm, care to go for another round?'' you ask through half-lidded eyes, and the wide grin on his face tells you all you need to know.

You lift yourself slightly up, and he grabs hold of his hard cock, lining it up with your entrance, and you slide down in a smooth motion. A gasp leaves your lips at the stretch, even after last night.

''Oh god, you're still so tight for me, Pumpkin,'' he breathes out as you slide down until he's fully buried inside you.

''Hmm, feels so good to sit this fucking dick of yours,'' you say, and your filthy mouth always makes Robert go crazy.

You set the pace by slowly moving up and down, squeezing slightly to feel every single movement and twitch of him, moaning at the feeling as he hits your sweet spot each time.

''Hm, I love riding you like this,'' you say as you lean forward; his hands find their way back to your ass, and he picks up your pace a little bit, but not enough to make too big of a difference.

You capture his lips with yours, and when his mouth slightly opens, you take the opportunity to slide in your tongue, sliding against his at a leisurely pace while keeping the same speed.

Your hands find their place in Robert's hair and tug softly, earning soft grunts and groans from him as you both enjoy every little sound and movement from one another.

''Hm, I want you to fucking ruin me,'' you whimper as you sit back up again, your hands lying on his chest. You whine softly as Robert moves his grip to a tight one on your hips, and he does as you ask.

''F-fuck, yes! R-r-right there!'' you moan, and your hand finds its way to your swollen clit, your orgasm nearly there. With a few more thrusts and loud moans, you cum, shortly followed by Robert as he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt.

Your body goes lax, and you fall forward into the embrace of your husband, who whispers sweet nothings as he keeps riding out both your orgasms.

When Robert's completely soft again, he grabs a warm and damp washcloth to get you cleaned up before turning on the shower and picking you up to have a lovely shower together.

It was a sweet, lovely shower with lots of small kisses, extra cuddles, and lots of soft touches as he washed your body and hair, ensuring no inch of your skin was left untouched.

''You're such a good girl for me,'' he whispers in your ear as he turns off the shower, and a wide grin appears on your face at the praise from your husband.

''I love you, Bubs,'' you sigh as you turn around, capturing his lips again before drying off and getting dressed for the day.

''Love you too, Pumpkin,'' Robert says, placing one more kiss on your cheek before you walk out of the bathroom, ready to start the day.

It is a lovely summer day, and you opted to wear a red and white polka dot maxi dress today, combined with white sandals. Your hair is hanging loose around your shoulders, and you've decided against wearing make-up today.

Robert was already dressed and ready before you, so he got a head start on breakfast this morning, making pancakes and cutting up some fruit that needed to be used before it would go bad.

''Looking gorgeous today, Pumpkin,'' he says as you walk over to him, taking a strawberry out of the carton and taking a bite while you look at the pile of pancakes he has created.

''Breakfast looks almost as good as you,'' you tell him, earning yourself a chuckle from him. After one more kiss on his cheek and another stolen strawberry, you grab plates and cutlery to set the table for both of you.

''Shall we eat outside?'' you ask, and Robert hums in response, so you walk to the garden and put it on the table. You unfold the big beach umbrella so you can eat in the shade.

When everything is ready, you grab the orange juice out of the fridge alongside two glasses, put it outside, and sit down, ready for Robert to bring out the pancakes and fruit.

Before he sits down, he grabs a strawberry and feeds it to you, ready to make an unbelievably stupid pun.

''I love you berry much!'' he says, and you almost spit out the fruit as he says it because it makes you laugh so hard you can barely keep your mouth shut.

''My god, you are unbelievable!'' you say with a huge smile. ''But I love you berry much as well,'' you wink as he sits down, ready to indulge in the delicious-looking breakfast he prepared for both of you.

During breakfast, you two are going through all the ingredients you need to make dinner for tonight since some of his old Marvel co-stars are coming over for dinner.

Ultimately, you make creamy shrimp pasta with garlic bread and a salad on the side because that's always a winner when guests visit.

After breakfast, you load the dishwasher, and then you're ready to go, grabbing your sunglasses and purse before following Robert to the car.

The drive is short, but the two of you always love strolling over the market, and when possible, you try to go every week to ensure you have the freshest and most delicious produce and other ingredients.

When you arrive, Robert parks the car, and by now, you know better than to get out of the car yourself, so you wait for Robert to open your door and guide you out like a true gentleman, giving you a small kiss when the door is closed.

''C'mon,'' he says as he laces his fingers with yours, and the two of you make your way through the entire market, ending up with every ingredient you need for tonight and more.

At the last stall, you're taking a peek at all the flowers, enjoying all the bright colors that make it look like an ocean of color.

''You see some flowers you like?'' Robert asks, and you can't help but smile, already feeling he would get you some if you stopped to look.

''Those sunflowers look beautiful. Could we get a big bouquet of them?'' you ask the man at the stall, and he sells you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers that will be beautiful on the dinner table tonight.

''Thank you, Bubs,'' you say after he pays for them, and you're heading back to the car. ''They look stunning, and I'm sure they will look divine on the dinner table,'' you tell him with a big smile.

When you're home, you and Robert put away the groceries together, and when that is done, he grabs you into a tight hug because he has to make some calls for an upcoming project of his.

''Hmm, wish I could stay like this forever,'' he whispers against your neck, and his breath makes you feel goosebumps all over your body, and you inhale his scent deeply.

You always love how he smells, a mix of his cologne and him; it is an unmistakable scent that makes your knees weak every time you smell it, so you can't help yourself by taking an extra sniff.

''I'm gonna go before you snort me up entirely,'' Robert jokes and pulls apart, leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss that leaves your head spinning on its axes when he pulls away.

You steady yourself against the counter, and when he walks away, you can't stop the grin forming on your face.

Since Robert is working, you are starting dinner and dessert for tonight, grabbing your apron first and then putting your hair up with the help of a claw clip.

The first thing you start with is the sauce since it has to be cooked for a while in your slow cooker, and after, it's time for your homemade pasta dough.

When that is resting in the fridge, you take the opportunity to start on your tiramisu, the dessert for tonight, and not long after that's done, too.

Around 6 PM, everything is ready to go for dinner, and you need to add the last touches, which is good since everyone should arrive around 6:30 PM.

''It smells divine in here!'' Robert says as he walks in, greeting you with a soft kiss as you're giving the finishing touches to the sauce, ready to be served soon.

''Thank you, Bubs. Could you set the table? I'm almost done here, so I'll help you after,'' you say, but he looks at you disapprovingly.

''Pumpkin, you've done enough. When dinner is served, you can sit that perfect butt of yours down on your chair and let me handle the rest,'' he says, and you nod in response.

''That would be nice, thank you,'' you say, and that's when the doorbell rings, notifying you that the first evening guests have arrived.

''I'll get it, Bubs,'' you say as Robert finishes setting the table, and you walk over to open the door. You're greeted by Chris Evans, Sebastian, Anthony, Jeremy, and their significant others.

''Wow, it smells amazing in here, as always,'' Chris says as he greets you with a kiss on your cheek and a hug, followed by the rest of them as well.

''Thank you! We're eating Italian style tonight, so I hope you all brought a big appetite; I have enough to feed an elephant!'' you joke, and you lead them to the dining room where Robert just got done setting the table.

He greets everyone and lets them sit down, pouring them all something to drink as you finish dinner.

When it's done, Robert helps you put everything on the table, and just when you're about to pull out your chair to sit down, Robert is there first, doing it for you.

''Thank you,'' you whisper as you give him a soft kiss before sitting down and enjoying dinner with everyone. The pasta, garlic bread, and salad are gone before you know it, and everyone is ready for dessert.

''You can stay seated, Pumpkin. I will get the dessert,'' he says, and you gladly do. When Robert is in the kitchen, Anthony nudges you and tells you you're fortunate to be married to Robert.

''Honestly, I try to be the best gentleman I can be, but he is on a different level,'' he says, and you agree. You got lucky to have found Robert in this lifetime.

Not long after, Robert returns to the dining table with your tiramisu. It looks like a slice taken right out of heaven and tastes that way, too.

After dinner, everyone moves outside to finish their conversations and to enjoy one more glass of wine or other beverage. Still, to Robert's dismay, you stay inside to clean the kitchen and load the dishwasher again.

''Pumpkin, please sit down. You've done enough already, and they're here for you too,'' he says.

''I'm almost done, Bubs. I need to load the last few things, and then I'm all yours again,'' you say, and he agrees but waits for you to finish.

When you're done, he grabs your hand and leads you outside, sitting on a lounge chair and pulling you into his lap to hold you close by, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Before you know it, everyone is going home again, and after many thank yous and goodbyes, you sigh softly because evenings like this take up a lot of energy, and Robert knows that.

''C'mon,'' he says as he picks you up bridal style and walks you up the stairs and to the bedroom, ready to sleep together.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed, and he can tell how much toll this day has taken on you by the sleepiness on your face.

''Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed, Pumpkin,'' he says. You let him take off your sandals, dress, and bra before pulling one of his shirts over your head before you lie down, not worrying about brushing your teeth now.

Robert follows suit and walks over to his side of the bed, and you feel it dip behind you before he slides over and pulls you against his chest.

''Thank you for everything today, Pumpkin. I couldn't have done it any better without you by my side, and I'm grateful for everything. I love you so much,'' he whispers between soft kisses on your neck as it lulls you slowly into a deep sleep.

''Loveyoumore,'' is the last thing you mumble before the sleepiness pulls you under and into a warm dreamland. Everything feels perfect in your husband's arms, and you sleep so deep you even snore softly.

Robert smiles softly as he hears them, and not long after, he falls asleep, too, with you pulled close to him as the two of you fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

[fatguarddog]

Welcome 🐾🔞

Follows from @follow-fatguarddog (inactive old main but I gotta keep it to keep this blog)

Hey, I'm Hutch, 28/UK/M, icon by @droolfang

This is my side blog to explore a different side of my kinks, mainly weight gain and slightly more aggressive pet play I'm trans, only use he/him pronouns, but am very comfortable with words like tits and boycunt, but prefer tdick, tcock, etc. on this blog. I've had top surgery but enjoy fantasising about growing tits/moobs I like people of all genders, but do lean t4t ❤️

My boyfriend is @swollenframe ❤️

I love hearing other people's fantasies/ideas so ask is always open! I also currently allow asks with media if you want to send me belly pics, just let me know if you're looking for a bit of praise, teasing or degradation and I'll be happy to oblige ❤️

DMs are open, but please only message if you're 21+ I offer custom audio commissions, find out more HERE I have a Ko-fi HERE and tipping is also on if you ever wanna throw a dog a bone or treat me into something in particular 🦴

My Kinks

Like my main blog, I'll be tagging my posts in case you want to search for or block something in particular - original stuff will still be 'hutch posts,' but here you can also find 'hutch photos' for pics of me and 'hutch audios' for little fat fantasy recordings Also quick disclaimer that whilst this is a weight gain-centric blog, I'm not in a position to actually gain weight nor am I a feedee looking for a feeder, I just like fantasising about a world where I could be a lazy fat dog. Please don't send me asks about tips for gaining weight because I'm afraid I can't help you, I have always been roughly this fat and have no experience with consistent gaining

🐾 Fuck yes: queer feedism, weight gain (magical, slow, rapid, forced, etc.), ass/belly/breast expansion, general belly kink, monsterfucking, bondage, praise kink, intox kink (alcohol and weed), biting, pet play (think of me as a rough but loyal dog or a maybe pig boy)

🐾 Yes Please: breeding, cnc, some degradation, corruption kink, primal urges, hucow/lactation, inflation (favs are pumpkin, berry, milk and cum)

🚫 Hard Nos: detransition kink, slob stuff, death feedism, gore, piss/scat, ddlg type stuff, incest, birth, feet

Taken anon emojis/sign offs: 🪞, 🐮💓, 🫐🐈, 🐶❤️, 🐑🤍, storm anon, 😻, 🎃, 💋, 🐳, 🕹️, ghost anon, 🎃☕, 🎃🦣, 🥛, 🥓🐻, 🐉, 🍩🐶, 🍒🦝, 🐷 🤓, 💜, 🧊🐺, 🎤, 🐺, 💣💥, 🐊, ⚡️, 🐇, 🔵, 🐗, 🎀, seal anon, doughnon, 🍰, 🦌, 🍔🐱, 🥨, dogboy Emojis/sign offs help me know who I'm talking to if you've sent asks before, so feel free to add them! If you want to interact with me, please don't call me a puppy! Just dog/big dog/fat dog is fine, but puppy doesn't do it for me in referring to myself

BLOCK LIST

Under 18s or no age in your bios, you’re not welcome here

Same if you’re over 45

Misgendering and thinspo blogs, no thanks

Literally anyone who makes me uncomfortable at my discretion

Feedism jars filled out under the cut if you wanna know more

[lotr-sesa]

Lord of the Rings Secret Santa 2023 Masterlist!

To date, we have FORTY stories and two pieces of fanart. The mods would like to thank all the writers and the pinch hitters, and also extend a special heartfelt thanks to those who filled prompts without signing up with prompts of their own. Thank you! ❤️

All the links in the masterlist go directly to the work on AO3. Go, read and enjoy, and please don't forget to leave kudos! And if you received something, please thank your writer or artist!

A long Journey Home by Plant_Murderer for octopus_fool

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Éomer & Théodred, Éowyn & Théodred, Théoden & Théodred, Thèodred/OC

Characters: Théodred, Gríma, Théoden

Summary: Thèodred, now older and called Aldred, thinks back on the events that led him to be mocked and scorned in the home of his birth as he rides through night to get home.

A star docks at Balar by Kirta for Plant_Murderer

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Elrond & Elros & Elwing, Eärendil/Elwing

Characters: Elwing, Elrond, Elros, Eärendil

Summary: Vingilot docks at the Isle of Balar near the end of the War of Wrath, brilliant with light and the gleaming of crystal dust undimmed by the scars of battle. (in which Elwing is fully prepared to carry on the family tradition of rules-lawyering)

Aftermath by ingenious_spark for silvergreyleaf

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Characters: Maedhros, Eluréd, Elurín

Summary: Maedhros searches for Eluréd and Elurín in the aftermath of the Sack of Doriath. He cannot allow Celegorm's last act to be this tragedy.

All day I had the feeling a miracle would happen... by I_did_not_mean_to for cilil

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Irmo & Námo & Nienna, Námo/Vairë

Characters: Irmo, Námo, Nienna, Vairë

Summary : Right after the beginning of everything, it soon turns out that "everything" is not quite...what it was promised to be. Námo, Nienna, and Vairë struggle with their purpose on account of a certain lack. For once, Eru actually intervenes positively. Enter Irmo, stage right... Welcome to my reimagining of canon. No warnings--it's all very tame!

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? by I_did_not_mean_to for Melkor (Melkors_big_Tits)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Relationships: Manwë & Morgoth, Manwë/Morgoth, Morgoth/Oromë, Morgoth/Tulkas

Characters: Morgoth, Manwë, Oromë, Tulkas

Summary: This is Melkor, Cílil, and my little person. Please heed the tags and take care of yourselves-this is your official warning not to proceed without asking yourself long and hard whether you really want to do that.

Anoint My Love, Under the Sky by Maironite (noxeos) for Anonymous

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Arien/Eönwë

Characters: Arien, Eönwë

Summary: Telling her that he worries for her, that he craves her full attention is selfish - not in his nature. Eönwë is there to guide them, to protect them, to fight for them. He is his Order firstmost, and his own person secpond. Manwë's Herald has no time for matters of the heart, no right to claim a specific person. And yet-

Athelas by nyctophilic0vitnir for atamascolily

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Characters: Éowyn, Aragorn, Théoden, Éomer, Daisy Baggins, Celandine Brandybuck, Elendil, Isildur, Eärien

At the Mirrormere by Caiti (Caitriona_3) for Jarakrisafis

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Aulë/Yavanna

Characters: Aulë, Durin, Yavanna

Summary: Family is found and created in many ways, and a son will always seek to match the example, the legacy of his father.

Basic Instinct by BaccaratBlack for Anonymous

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Eönwë/Gil-galad

Characters: Gil-galad, Eönwë

Summary: During the War of Wrath, Gil-galad seeks comfort where he can find it. He?s simply not prepared for the peculiarities of his Maia comrade.

Berry cakes and elfling plagues by GoschateWabn for Lost_inMiddleearth (between_thepages)

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Erestor/Glorfindel

Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond

Summary: The (failed) attempts of lord Glorfindel of the golden flower to propose to head councillor Erestor.

Budding Romance by ingenious_spark for Lost_inMiddleearth (between_thepages)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Elrond/Gil-galad, Celebrían/Elrond, Celebrían/Elrond/Gil-galad

Characters: Elrond, Gil-galad, Celebrían

Comparative Studies On Eldarin Cultures Across Aman and Middle-Earth by maironite (noxeos) for sallysavestheday (illustrated fic)

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Silvan Elves, Avari Characters, Laiquendi Characters, Noldor, Sindar, Vanyar, Falmari

Summary: An artistic rendition on the various different ethnicity amongst Elves

Dawn Comes For All Of Us by maironite (noxeos) for Anonymous

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Fingon/Maedhros

Characters: Maedhros, Fingon, Sons of Fëanor, Fëanor, Nerdanel

Summary: And would have Maedhros ever imagined to get such life, a life he still felt that deep down he did not deserve. But loving someone wasn't only about whether or not you felt you deserved it, it meant becoming the best version you could for them and Fingon, his sweet loving Fingon had awaited ages for his return. For Maedhros to put back together a sense of identity not tied to the cursed stones, not tied to a bloody oath, not tied to a doomed legacy. Until he could stand on his own two feet and accept love in his life once more without the broken shards of a looming tragedy awaiting in every shadow. It's the Winter Solstice in Aman. and Maedhros' family is here.

Excerpt from Flora and Fauna of the Third Age, Volume 1: Flora by Galadriel for atamascolily

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Alphros, Original Characters

Summary: A page taken from celebrated non-fiction author Barahir Elfwine IV's botanical guide, Flora and Fauna of the Third Age, Volume 1: Flora. This exclusive excerpt concerns the habitat and history of the mysterious simbelmynë.

Finding Our Way by Melusine6619 for likethenight

Rating: Not Rated

Relationship: Imrahil/Legolas

Characters: Legolas, Imrahil

Summary: After getting to know each other, Legolas and Imrahil confess their feelings and take a first step together.

Forged by Jarakrisafis for Tathrin

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: character death

Relationships: Celebrimbor/Narvi, Celebrimbor & Sauron

Characters: Celebrimbor, Narvi, Sauron

Summary: In the ashes, what is left?

Geriatric Gas Giant by I_did_not_mean_to for cilil

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Eönwë/Gothmog, Eönwë & Manwë, Eönwë & Finarfin

Characters: Eönwë, Gothmog, Manwë, Finarfin

Summary: Yes, that was a weak pun-ny title...sue me! Here we go, friend, I am a woman of my word. Firebird à la sauce Twilight... I am afraid I'll end up insulting and offending everyone, but that's a risk I've got to take :D

Haladriel Fill by nyctophilic0vitnir for Anonymous

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Galadriel /Halbrand

Characters: Galadriel, Halbrand, Sauron, Finrod, Felagund, Celeborn

I Do Wander Everywhere by Empy for facethestrange

Rating: General Audiences

Character: Elanor "Nori" Brandyfoot

Lanternlight by Empy for Anonymous

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Bard/Thranduil

Characters: Bard, Thranduil

Summary: Thranduil pays a late visit to Dale at Yule and Bard receives more than one gift.

Letters from the eve of despair by octopus_fool for Kirta

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Characters: Fíriel of Gondor, Faramir (son of Ondoher), Artamir

Summary: On the evening before riding to battle, Faramir and Artamir write each other and their sister Fíriel letters in the knowledge that they might not see each other again.

Life just over there by oakenting for Anonymous

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Elwing/Maedhros

Characters: Elwing, Maedhros

Summary: Sometimes you just have to break out of the life you live and do something stupid. Elwing goes to meet Maedhros, and they connect.

Limit Testing by cilil for Melkors_big_Tits

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Morgoth/Sauron, Gothmog/Morgoth

Characters: Morgoth, Sauron, Gothmog

Summary: Melkor suggests an experiment - testing the limits of physical pleasure. His two favourite servants are more than excited to participate and fulfill their lord's wishes.

Middle-Earth's Greatest Tourist Trap by octopus_fool for Adsters

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Characters: Hobbit Characters, Sauron, Original Baggins Character(s)

Midwinter by Lost_inMiddleearth (between_thepages) for sallysavestheday

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Éomer/Lothíriel

Characters: Lothíriel, Éomer

Summary: It is Midwinter in Rohan, and Lothíriel, recently wed to the King, joins the celebrations for the first time.

Mission Impossible: Dragonhoard by GoschateWabn for octopus_fool (fanart)

Rating: General Audiences

Character: Ravens of Erebor

Summary: In which the ravens of Erebor would like their share of the treasure, thank you very much.

Ode to a Nightingale by ohboromir for Anonymous

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Aragorn/Arwen

Characters: Aragorn, Arwen

Summary: An unkempt stranger pays a visit to the Elven-Queen of Gondor. Neither of them are disappointed.

Old friends by silvergreyleaf for Anonymous

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Celebrimbor & Narvi, Annatar/Celebrimbor

Characters: Narvi, Celebrimbor, Annatar

Summary: Narvi has died of old age and learns of the fate of Ost-In-Edhil in the halls of Mandos. Enraged, he seeks out his old friend. A conversation ensues.

Out Of Love Cometh by chiliadicorum for Anonymous

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Irmo & Námo

Characters: Irmo, Námo, one sleeping Elf

Summary: The Valar have decided to invite the Elves at Cuiviénen to move themselves to Aman, but Námo didn’t say a word during their entire council. Irmo seeks him out afterwards to find out why.

Parure by Empy for Anonymous

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Gimli/Legolas

Characters: Gimli, Legolas

Summary: A series of vignettes. Legolas does his best to court Gimli properly.

Perfect Moments by Lillithsea for Anonymous

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Maglor/Turgon

Characters: Turgon, Maglor

Summary: Turgon falls in love with his cousin, almost without realizing it.

Sharing is caring by I_did_not_mean_to for Anonymous

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Caranthir/Haleth/Caranthir's Wife

Characters: Caranthir's Wife, Caranthir, Haleth

Summary: Here is my tiny take on Haleth/Caranthir/Caranthir's wife.

Songbird by facethestrange for oakenting (Fanart)

Rating: General Audiences

Character: Disa

Summary: Sometimes Disa likes to go outside to sing and make some winged friends in the process.

Spinning by I_did_not_mean_to for BaccaratBlack

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Curufin/TurgonCaranthir/Turgon

Characters: Curufin, Turgon, Maedhros, Fingon, Celegorm, Caranthir

Summary: Here is my take on your beloved having a little bit of fun! I love you dearly, and I hope you'll like this :D

The Edge of Flames by BaccaratBlack for Anonymous

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Elwing/Maedhros

Characters: Elwing , Maedhros

Summary: After ages together as unlikely companions on Elwing’s lonely isle, she has her ways of both comforting and haunting Maedhros.

The Egg is the World by cilil for GoschateWabn

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Eönwë /Gothmog

Characters: Gothmog, Eönwë, Sauron, Morgoth (Mentioned), Manwë (mentioned)

Summary: When Gothmog's attempt at helping with brooding and hatching their precious egg ends with Melkor and Mairon discovering and seizing it for their own collection, Eönwë fearlessly marches on Angband alone to retrieve it - by any means necessary.

The hands of a healer by GoschateWabn for Plant_Murderer

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Arondir/Bronwyn

Characters: Bronwyn, Arondir, Theo, Aragorn, Sam

Summary: The moment Bronwyn touches the cursed swordhilt, she and Arondir are whisked away to the battle at Weathertop, where another cursed blade has just done it's damage.

The quest for a book by GoschateWabn for Anonymous

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Ori /Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Ori, Original Female Character(s)

Summary: In which Ori makes a friend at the library.

These Our Braided Lives by sallysavestheday for Anonymous

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Gimli/Legolas

Characters: Gimli, Legolas, Thranduil, Thranduil's Wife

Summary: Legolas and Gimli among the Elves. The challenges and delights of marrying into the Greenwood, in a chain of drabbles.

This is Our Place by tehhumi for Anonymous

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Fingolfin/Maglor

Characters: Fingolfin, Maglor

Summary: Two regent-kings glare at each other from opposite sides of the lake. There's nothing more to it, just cold calculated politics. (That's a complete lie)

When the Hurly-Burly's Done by sallysavestheday for Kirta

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Elrond & Gil-galad & Celebrimbor

Characters: Elrond, Gil-galad, Celebrimbor

Summary: Elrond and Gil-galad and Celebrimbor picnic on the edge of the world.

[captainjamster]

I couldn't get your inclusivity post out of my head, I've been churning that thought in my little brain for hoursss now.

aromanticism is something that's definitely underrepresented.

and nobody can tell me that Kate Laswell or Simon Riley wouldn't be down for a true fwb situation. like come on.

That is such a fantastic shout, you are SO right Berry omfg!! Gosh, if asexuality is underrepresented, I don't even know how to describe aromanticism. My best friend and another close friend are aroace to varying degrees, and I've heard their first-hand accounts of how challenging it can be to understand what they're experiencing with the lack of awareness - especially because you need to know the terms to actually research them further!

Thank you so much for your ask, ahhhhh!! I'm so glad my little brainworm has infected someone else, I've been thinking about this shit for years! It started when I was much younger and unhappy with every damn fanfiction writing the reader as a petite, pretty little thing. And then I thought damn dude, if it's hard for me to find content that validates and represents my fat ass, imagine what it's like for individuals even further outside of conventional norms.

Now, how I think Simon and Kate would react to an aromantic!reader FWB under the cut ;)

Simon? Oh, I think Simon would go so hard for that. Maybe he'd be a little hesitant in the beginning, mistrusting that your confession of aromanticism is a cover to ease him into being vulnerable around you - maybe hoping that once you slept together enough, he'd fall in love with you.

It's not like he thinks people need to love each other to have sex, or that he doesn't believe in aromanticism - it's because as an emotionally reserved man, he's found himself in the position of unexpected (and unwanted) romantic complications with his FWBs too many times for his liking. Some of them end up wanting more than just sex, others get mad when he's not available during deployments, and a couple go so far as to be angry when he sleeps with another FWB.

Once he realises you're truthfully not here to tie him down, you just want to have a good time mutually relieving sexual needs, I think it becomes his favourite FWB situation. It helps that he genuinely likes you as a person, too. For a while during the beginning, he treated you like an on-call service - you came when he requested and he let you out when you were done. He didn't even want you to stick around and chat, minimising any contact that he sees as a potential romantic chance for you.

Yet true to your word, you never share any indication of wanting something more, something romantic with him. You never fought to stay longer, never begged him for more aftercare than he was comfortable providing, never tried to pull his mask off or kiss him. Each time, you thank him for his company with a warm smile and wish him well on his next deployment, if you don't catch him before he leaves. Sometimes on your way over, you'll bring a container of leftovers (or two, or three, as he becomes more comfortable), and when he initially refuses them in suspicion, you just tell him that it's a thank you for offering up his house every time. Although later on, you confess it's also because one time after a long session of post-deployment activities, you opened his fridge for cold water and found it empty, and you didn't want the poor man starving during sex.

Slowly and surely, you defrost the stand-offish, icy and unattractive front he puts up to deter people. He becomes more interested in experimenting during sex with you, even letting go of his instinctual need for control if you ask to take charge. The F of FWB begins to seep into the relationship, and not only does he take interest in you as a person, he begins to share bits of himself. You bond over the frustration of navigating a world where romance is so highly valued, and how taboo it seems to desire a life without the constraints of what society expects. Sharing the unfortunate mishaps of your FWBs is something he particularly enjoys - Simon thought he had it bad until he learnt someone proposed to you after sex, thinking THAT was the thing 'secretly' keeping you back from loving them.

It isn't until maybe over a year, sweaty and pleasantly sore as he watches your head rise and fall against his chest with each breath he takes, that Simon realises he can't quite remember the last time he slept with anyone else. Not only that, but he doesn't really want to sleep with anyone else, either. It's not because he's in love with you - even if he was, he'd never make it your problem. He's just never felt so understood by someone else, let alone a FWB. All he wants is to maintain your friendship (and the benefits it brings) until the relationship runs its course.

----

Now, bringing up KATE? Berry, you're after my own heart, I love that woman to the ends of the earth and you are SO right.

Before Kate meets her wife, you can IMAGINE how stressed that lady is. Her life is work, work, work. As she was climbing the CIA ranks, it's said that Kate desired a female mentor to show her the ropes of retaining her personal life while maintaining respect for her operational judgment, but never found one. I imagine she paved her own road, learnt what works for her (because obviously she meets her wife <3), but she ended up sacrificing a significant amount of her romantic/sexual life.

It's not for a lack of trying, either. Though she certainly tables the idea of romance, she's open to (and sometimes looks explicitly for) FWB arrangements. The problem for Kate is that she wants a long-term situation without it devolving into romance, and unfortunately, all the people she sleeps with end up wanting more. I mean, I'm not blaming them - if it's something open to you, how could you NOT fall in love with her, especially after you've experienced what it's like being the centre of her affection and attention? But for Laswell, it's the biggest thorn in her side. It leaves her frustrated, both sexually and generally - another issue on her plate that she really just doesn't have time for.

When she meets you during another late night drinking, she thinks that it's too good to be true. She's slumped over a bar, nursing a beverage as she watches the soccer football playing in grainy quality behind the bartender, when you take a seat next to her. Unbeknownst to you, she's at her limit with just about everything. Work sucks particularly right now, her last FWB fell through because she refused to let them stay the night, and she's given up on finding another one. She ignores your presence at first, uninterested in entertaining strangers. It doesn't deter you - you don't even disrupt her game to introduce yourself, just order a drink and sit back, entertaining yourself.

By half-time, she can't deny that she's curious – you’ve sat patiently for almost the whole first two quarters, enjoying Kate’s unreturned company as the occasional customer comes or goes. When the bartender slides another drink over to Kate, she takes it with a nod and jerks her head at you, and a drink is slid your way too. The surprise on your face is endearing as you look up, giving her a friendly smile and a thanks. When Kate asks why you’ve been so generous with your company, you just shrug, telling her that she seemed like she could use a friend.

She can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or her frustrations driving her to impulsion, but she takes the bait, falling into a friendly conversation with you that she enjoys far more than expected. It turns out that unlike Kate, you don’t often frequent bars this late, but a hook-up went sour kicked you out and you didn’t quite feel like going home yet. She can’t help but complain about her own struggles in turn, and you quickly bond over unreliable FWBs, the pressures of work, and how hard it is to destress. Time peaks into the early morning hours, football long finished as it’s replaced by the early bird news, and Kate can’t spend any more time away from base so she leaves you with a number to a burner.

Only a week or two passes when you off-handedly mention your aromanticism, and Kate is flooded with ideas that feel selfish, but won’t stop nagging at the back of her mind. If anything, Kate is an opportunist, and she knows a good deal when she sees one. It takes another week, but she finally propositions you – you scratch my itch, I’ll scratch yours. She’s so relieved when you agree, being up front about the conditions of your FWBs, but hesitant to admit it’s the lack of romantic reception that makes the idea so appealing. She hates how your sexuality sounds so convenient for her, but when you tell her that the situation she’s in is equally convenient for you, the guilt lessens a bit.

Unlike Simon, the F comes first in FWB for Kate. She’s emotionally mature, unafraid to vocalise her needs and boundaries and develop a platonic connection with you, nonplussed by the vulnerability that’s inherent to those actions. Sex with her is nothing short of amazing, and it quickly becomes something Kate values sincerely. I’d go as far as to say she falls into a similar place that Simon does, finding herself so content in what the situation can offer her that she doesn’t seek out anyone but you until she meets and falls in love with her wife.

[firein-thesky]

Chapter Four: Serpents

Masterlist | <- Satoru's Interlude: Bigger God | Chapter Five: coming soon! -> | Read on Ao3

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader

Summary: And the form leans down, closer, as their voice drops to a murmur, all honey and thorns, the promise of something far greater than you. A storm to come. The future that you will bear upon the slant of your shoulders. And when they speak, you know they’ve cursed you;

“I will teach you how to make a God.” 

(Arranged marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, dark content)

Warnings (specifically for this chapter): Vomiting, dry heaving, blood, possessive behavior and dynamics, unhealthy and toxic relationships, character death technically (its canon), smut; rough sex, prone position, biting, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, little prep and reader experiences some pain, emotionally charged/hurt sex. Please be wary of overarching story warnings, too. Let me know if you think I should add any other warnings! **Please mind warnings overall and for each chapter**

Word Count: 4k

A/N: im sorry this is two days late pls forgive me <33 another somewhat smaller chapter.,.,but it felt big to me. you know. lol. i have a feeling next chapter will likely be bigger.,.final chapter, technically. can you believe it! i think there will still be an epilogue. we'll see how this shakes out lol. BUT AS ALWAYS, thank you so much to my beta @lorelune who always is wonderful and takes the time to parse through my nonsense to give me lovely feedback! as always, i deeply appreciate anyone still reading and would love to hear any of your thoughts! love it, hate it, confused, or other, let me know!! thank you all so much again and i hope you enjoy!!

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In your amulet, your ancestor nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees you. He begins muttering. He looks far more disheveled than he ever has. He’s pulling at his hair and beginning to say, oh no, oh no, oh no. 

“Am I such a horrible sight?” You ask.

This pulls him from his stupor, “it’s too late again, isn’t it?” 

“It depends,” you say, “too late for what?”

“Tell me,” he says raggedly, “what part of your life are you in? How old is the Ten Shadows user?”

Your mouth goes dry at the mention of Megumi. 

For a moment, you consider lying, as if that might protect him somehow. You want to rip the mention of Megumi from this man’s mouth, you want to fish it out and make him bleed. You want him to never mention him again. 

“He’s fourteen now.” You say tightly.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no–” 

“I’ll leave you to your babbling, if you won’t be of any use to me.” You say sharply, perhaps with too much vitriol. 

He lurches towards the amulet like he might try and grab hold of you, make you stay. 

“You could–you could change everything. You could alter all of it still, horrendously, massively. You could stop him.” 

There is a name that pulls at you at the mention of him. 

You’ve known it for years and years and years. The one who will give you exactly what you want, the one who will be so kind as to wrap it in a bow for you. 

You swallow. 

“Go with the betrayer when he calls for you.” 

Your heart stops.

“What?” 

He shakes the amulet and your whole world wobbles, like he’s holding you by the shoulders and trying to shove it into you, like he’s at his knees pulling at you, begging, “please, please go with him when he calls for you. It would change everything.” 

You don’t know why, but you tear yourself away from the amulet, rip back into the present with a ragged gasp. Your stomach rolls then, like you might be sick, like you might vomit up the breakfast Satoru had made you. 

You clutch your middle like your insides are falling out, you clutch your head like your brain might, too. You imagine it all falling out of you, you imagine all of time bleeding from your body, unspooling until you can no longer control it. 

You stumble. 

You barely make it to the sink before you vomit. All burning and red with berry, with all your insides. 

Behind you, Megumi watches, silent as a shadow. 

And when you wipe at your mouth, it’s him at your side. And it’s him who gets you water and him who carefully pushes the hair from your sweaty forehead. 

You start to cry. Bawl. Endlessly. It startles Megumi so badly that he calls for Satoru but for a moment, you are looking at an endless loop, a mother with their child, a child with their mother. Your mother and your child and you see yourself in your mother caring for him as a child. You see yourself in him caring for you as you cared for your mother. 

Your mind burns and burns and burns. 

Satoru carries you to bed, murmuring, and he tries to bring down your fever.

But all you can do is cry for your mother. And Megumi.

He doesn’t leave your side. 

You don’t want him to ever leave your side. 

***

He visits when Satoru is away and Megumi is at school. 

He approaches you like he’s always belonged here, in your garden, and your mind flashes sharply to another time entirely. 

“Hello, serpent.” You say.

And his smile is a moon dark curve of affection, of wry knowing. 

You have half a mind to throw your arms around him. You have half a mind to hold him tight enough to never let him go. You have half a mind to let such a serpent strangle you. 

The sight of him in your new garden is a burning ache in the pit of your chest, all of that longing and pain vying for your attention, for you to cry or smile or laugh bitterly. For you to wail or scream or claw at him. 

Suguru Getou stands before you as a new man in your new garden. 

“Hello, my curse of a girl.” 

Your throat tightens, a lump balling itself up in the center of it, making it hard to breathe. Hard to swallow. 

“Why are you here, Suguru?” You hear yourself say as a teen, as an adult, and once more in your life. Three of your voices harmonize into one. 

“I can’t visit a friend?” He counters. He will only say this twice to you. 

“Are we friends?” You ask.

You don’t dare say that you don’t like him this time. 

He inclines his head fractionally, “I’d like to be.” 

“Satoru will never forgive you–I–” 

“I’m not here for Satoru.” He says. 

You freeze. 

“I’m here for you.” He then nods towards the winding path of your garden, “will you walk with me?” 

“You shouldn’t be here.” You say.

“No,” he agrees.

“How did you get past the barrier?” You ask then because you know that Satoru doesn’t leave you for a mission without one. He would never leave you or Megumi without protection. 

“Oh, don’t pretend you’re surprised now.” He says and you can see it now, the change in him, the shadow in his eyes. He tries to smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes the way it used to. Still, his voice is maddeningly calm when he asks again, “will you walk with me?” 

You stare hard at him.

“Surely, you aren’t scared. You know what happens, don’t you?” He then says. 

Tears suddenly sting your eyes. But you nod, chin dipping, breath tight in your lungs. 

“Then walk with me.” He says again, gentler this time, and you finally listen to the command. 

You step towards him and just like that, you are walking through your garden with him once more. 

He leads you far in silence. He wanders down to the small koi pond. He pauses right beneath the mikan tree, ripe with their little, orange fruits. Dappled sunlight falls over the water and stones and Suguru. 

“You’ve led me to the fruit, serpent.” You say and your voice is thick with emotions, rugged.

Suguru nods slowly, “I am here to set you free.” 

The tears break from your waterline as easily and quiet as the sun breaks over the horizon every morning. You start to cry in earnest. 

Suguru takes your face in his hands and swipes his thumbs across your cheeks, cooing softly. “Don’t cry,” he shushes softly, “don’t cry.” 

You shake your head fractionally, “you know I can’t–” you choke out. 

Go with the betrayer when he calls for you.

“But do you want to?” Suguru presses, hands firm in their hold, like he can’t let you slip from his grasp. 

Your tears fall harder, hands coming up to cling to his wrists, to fasten themselves there. You lean into him almost, like you’ll collapse if you don’t. There is a strange, horrifying part of you that–

You just don’t want to lose him again, maybe? 

You just don’t want to–

You don’t want to see the end of all this.

You don’t want to watch him–

“Suguru,” you eek out, voice cracking. 

“Just say the word,” he almost begs you, “and I will take you away. I will set you free.” 

Your head spins sharply and you can hardly breathe, a sob forcing its way out of you. 

With everything in you, you could never say that you would choose him. 

Even if you–wanted to–you don’t think you could. Something seizes tightly around your chest, crawling up your throat to stop you, to squeeze out any words that may have escaped. It kills them before they can get past the gate of your teeth, strangled. 

“I ca–n’t.” 

Suguru frowns, brows furrowing, and he really does look heartbroken. 

“My poor cursed girl.” He murmurs, stroking gently at your wet cheeks. “I know you can’t.” He agrees softly, “I knew you wouldn’t.” 

“I’m sorry–”

“No,” he soothes, “I’m sorry. I should’ve figured it out sooner.” 

You don’t know what he’s referring to–

“I’d always wished I had someone like you. To have a god’s love is to be immortal.” He says and you can tell that he has thought about this endlessly, like he is finally freeing the words from his mouth, tossing them to the wind. Maybe they won’t plague him anymore. 

But you cry harder. Because he will be immortal, he won’t die, the corpse of a man that will haunt you forever. 

And it was your love that did it, after all. 

He slips from you like a shadow, a wraith, and just like that, all his touch leeches from you slowly. 

Your serpent slithers from Eden and you half want to follow, maybe, feel the urge somewhere in your legs. But you stay rooted, beneath the fruit tree, untouched and whole. Heavy in the emerald leaves. 

Go with the betrayer when he calls for you.

You watch him go and you don’t follow. 

***

Satoru returns in the earliest part of morning, when the sun has just begun to transform the sky. You are still asleep, dreaming hot and bright beneath fluttering lids. The peach of a tree, the sweet green of a pond, and the endless violet of a sky. 

You twitch and turn with your nightmares. Dreams. Memories of the past and future. 

You can feel someone, at your back, and in your ribs, curling around you like a snake, constricting. 

When you come to, there are teeth in your throat. 

Satoru wakes you purposefully. 

“You’re back early,” you get out, thick with sleep, head slow and foggy. 

“You knew I would be.” He says, half accusation, half hurt.

You’re on your stomach and he’s fit himself half above you, slotted himself over the curve of your body. Your hands slide beneath the sheets, under your pillow. He feels heavier than usual, but his hands are like ice, like he’s been out in the cold. You can feel them around your sides, slowing over your back, your hips. 

You drift again, head nodding back against the pillows, but he settles his teeth back into your neck, at the juncture of your shoulder. He hollows his cheeks. He marks you deeply.

Your eyes flutter again. 

“Why won’t you let me sleep?” You murmur, “what do you want?” 

You peak over your shoulder at him. 

He lifts his head and the pale, early morning light slashes against an inhuman blue eye. It burns silver almost, star bright. 

Your god, your monster. 

“Nothing,” he says lightly, but he bites harder like he wants everything, anything. It's enough to make you cry out this time, hurt and aching. 

Blearily, you can feel his hands beneath the shirt of his you’d worn to bed, fingers cold and burning against your sleep warm body. They cascade up to palm at your chest, goosebumps erupting over your skin, prickling, as he deftly fits the bud between thumb and finger. 

“Is this what you want?” You murmur and you arch into the touch, into his body at your back, hips pushing flush to his navel. 

A warmth seeps through you, meandering and growing.

“Did you miss me?” He rasps in the half-dark. His hands are curling and urging your body to morph to his. You can feel his desire, the desperate touch of his like a beast, a man starved. 

So strangely strangled is his voice, so strangely high. 

“I always miss you,” you soothe, voice bedroom soft, but earnest. 

He hitches your hips up, if only to slip your panties down your body. He replaces them with the pad of his finger, where you’re wet and soft, whole body shivering at the haunt of a touch. The ghost of it. 

You drop your head into your folded arms, whimpering. 

They fall away as quickly as they came. 

Your head is still foggy, slow on the uptake, but when he returns to you, you feel him bare between your legs. 

The head of him slips slowly against warm folds. 

His hand, large and overpowering, covers your mouth when he fits himself inside of you with an agonizingly slow thrust. The noise you make is a painful whine, a burst of a sound from some deep part of you, startled, part ragged gasp. 

“Sshh,” he hushes, your lips parted against his open palm, eyes fluttering as the pain sears hot, as he settles himself to the hilt. 

You can feel yourself flutter desperately around him, fit too snug, too deep, tears blurring your eyes in a haze. 

This isn’t like him; he has always taken his time with you, even if he’s in a rush.He has always been sweet on you, even if he is being half-mean. 

But this is–

This is almost cruel. 

He doesn’t allow you much time to adjust, his first thrust is a mean little flexing of his hips. 

You make another noise behind his hand, pained and needy. 

As if to make it up to you, he dots loving kisses along your neck, the corner of your jaw. His mouth is soft, all tongue and warmth. All desperate man. 

“Sorry for being rough,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t sound very sorry at all, rather he has that unaffected touch to his voice, airy, “bite my palm if you need to, angel. Don’t wake the house.” 

He laughs when you sink your teeth down into him hard. 

It tapers off into a soft, husky groan. You taste skin. Taste blood in your mouth. His thrusts deepen and despite it all, you arch your back to open yourself up to him more. 

“I’d say I missed you, too, but it’s something worse than that.” He admits to you, voice still soft and light. He unlatches his palm from between your teeth, only to slide his fingers against your slippery, parted lips. 

 “Wouldn’t it be sweet?” He rambles and you let him press his fingers into your mouth, wrap your lips around them, press your tongue up against them until saliva dampens them. Copper still in your mouth, the taste of his blood on your tongue. “To miss my wife? And not feel half mad at the idea of leaving her?” 

You finally feel the pleasure strike of his thrusts, feel the way you’ve grown slippery and desperate, walls sucking sweetly at where he buries himself inside you. 

You moan around his fingers, soft, catching desperate. Catching the tail ends of pleasure. 

He pulls his fingers from your mouth in a mess of drool, suddenly grabbing your jaw to tip your head back in a crescent moon of an arch. 

His lips are at your ear, at your cheek, when he says;

“Especially when I know who's been here.” 

“Satoru–” 

He squeezes your cheeks into a harsh pout, choking off your words. 

“You knew I’d know,” he accuses, cock dragging roughly through where you cling to him. He bares down on you, closes in on you, like he’s trying to capture and strangle you. “I would never forget his residuals–”

And finally, his voice is a hiss, a burning press of words against your skin. 

You feel your tears gush hot down your cheeks again, feel the stubborn furrow of your brows, and the heady storm-dark feeling in the pit of you. Your head swims. You have the sudden desire to face him, to cling to him, to have him hold you.

But he keeps you pinned and vulnerable beneath him

He keeps your hips high and your head back, as if he could control you, possess you. 

When his grip on your face slackens enough with his chasing pleasure, you bite out, “I didn’t invite him.” 

He laughs softly, meanly, and switches to seizing your hair in a tight fist, your head tipping back on his shoulder. You yelp softly. 

“How would I know?” He rasps, teeth at your neck again, “I wasn’t here.” 

“You’re being cruel,” you get out. 

“Forgive me,” he hums, hand detangling from your hair and allowing your head to fall back against the pillows, “shall I be sweeter?” 

His fingers find themselves skipping over your ribs, down to the bend of your waist, around to dip between your legs. With a practiced ease, he feels himself splitting you open, fingers eager to know the way you take him, burn for him.

Then they dance around the bundle of  nerves that make your breath hitch. 

“I want to feel you come around me, anyways.” He coos, finally setting his fingers against you with intention. 

You bury your tear-stricken face into the pillow, heat scorching across your cheeks at his words, still, that manage to embarrass and strike you. Your moan is a guttural one this time, muffled, but wounded and desperate and half-mad with pleasure. 

For your own ego, you wish you’d lasted longer, for your own sanity, you wish you didn’t love him like this. 

You think at once, this is how you have felt, delirious with the need to possess him, to have him, to claim him. 

Especially over Suguru. So much so that you’d–

You cry more earnestly now, too, when your peak collapses inward on itself like a dying star, before burning out, spreading like a headrush, a bloom through your body. 

“That’s it,” Satoru groans softly against your shoulder, hips stuttering, “love to feel you like that,” he gets out, “love to know I have you like this.” 

He groans, burying himself into you until it hurts, until you’re filling with him. 

You sniffle and this time, he does soften, lips settling in little apologies against your shoulders. Your cheeks, where he can reach you. You can feel his heart begin to slow finally, limbs growing heavy as the high seeps from him.

You’re expecting him to pull out, but he doesn’t. 

He rolls you onto your sides, keeps himself inside your warmth, and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Were you going to tell me?” He dares to ask. 

The sun is beginning to pull itself up into the sky. 

“You were never going to give me the chance to,” you murmur back. 

He turns your head to face him and finally, finally, slots his mouth against yours. 

You kiss him back tenderly, because it seems he needs it, the way you once did, too. 

“I can’t–” he croaks.

And there is a version where he gets out, I can’t lose you, too. 

But you cut him off with another kiss, searing, more certain. 

“I know,” you hush after and keep him inside of you, somewhere deep, where none of the world can reach. 

Where none of the world can touch him. 

***

Your dreams turn crimson and nightdark. They simmer and yawn into full nightmares. 

You watch futures that you tried desperately to avoid; Satoru bloody. Megumi and Satoru against a russet sky, standing at odds, like he once did with Suguru. 

You see versions where all that's left is your grief. 

Not your mother or father or husband. Not the children you have claimed as yours, either. 

You see versions where you are cursed to bear the future alone. 

You wake up and dry heave. 

You wake up and know you must hold all the more tighter to what you have now. 

***

Yuuta Okkotsu visits you like a crow, like a bad omen. 

Satoru has brought him. 

The boy has just started at Jujutsu Tech. 

You have half a mind to keep Megumi away from him, you want to snap at Satoru for even bringing him here. 

Doesn’t he know what this means? Doesn’t he know what Yuuta symbolizes? 

The beginning of the end. 

Still, you must know him. You must touch him. 

(You wonder if this is why Satoru has brought him, you wonder if this is why he is in your home now, this cursed boy.) 

You sit with the boy in the garden while Satoru claims he is readying a dessert. You know better, though. 

“I was surprised to find out Gojo is married!” Yuuta says and then quickly follows it up with, “not because–I just didn’t–he’s so–” 

“It’s alright,” you soothe, “Satoru seems mysterious to his students, I’m sure.” You look out across the garden, “we were vowed to marry each other at a very young age. It was an arranged marriage.”

Yuuta frowns, glancing out, too, if only to follow your gaze. If only so he doesn’t have to look directly at you. 

“Rika and I vowed to marry each other when we were kids.” He admits after a moment.

You glance to him, wry smile touching your lips, “no wonder she haunts you, then.” 

Yuuta lets out a forced laugh, “I’m not sure she is.” 

“No?” you prompt gently.

“I think I’m the one that can’t let go of her.”

You hum softly, “I don’t think I’ve let go of anything in my entire life.” 

“It feels impossible,” Yuuta says.

“It may as well be,” you agree. 

And for as much as you’d like to hate Yuuta, because his presence means a certain end, you find that you can’t hate him much at all. You realize he is just a boy who loved someone more than death, more than anything in the world.

That, you can relate to quite well.

You reach to place your hand over his and just like that, you have scoured his life in an instant; past and future devoured. Overtaken by you. 

He has a good heart. He has a lot to learn. He has all the world before him. 

More than that—he’s—

He’s family, you realize. Satoru’s family. 

You almost laugh, but hold it in, keep it tucked somewhere in the depths of you. 

You smile faintly and finally turn to look at him;

“Well, I hope you’ll be better than me, Yuuta Okkotsu, and do the impossible.” 

***

On the day that Suguru is to die, you take Satoru’s hand before he can go. 

You know he’ll be fine, physically, but you know what awaits him outside that door. 

You know he will come home to you grieving, aching. You know he will return changed. 

He will return to you in agony.  

And you will hold him like you are trying to keep the pieces of him from coming apart. You will be the only one in the world who knows how human he is, how fragile he is. 

“Satoru,” you say, voice thick with emotion, squeezing tight to him. You will cry after he leaves, as everything falls apart, so by the time he returns, your face will be nothing but dry with your tears. 

For a moment, you have no idea what to say to him, how to say, you are walking into your heartbreak. You are walking into the future I have laid out and it was paved with good intentions but—but—

The words free from your mouth before you can stop them, tumble recklessly;

“Burn his body.”

Satoru’s face immediately crumples.

A last ditch effort to change everything.

Perhaps, to set Satoru free, if nothing else.

“Burn his body.” You say again, almost beg him.

But even as you hold him, as you peer into the strings of his fate, you know he won’t.

You know he won’t be able to stomach it. 

And when Suguru Getou dies with his best friend, his one and only, at his feet, you know it is not really the end.

You realize, with a delirious laugh while you mourn him alone, that with all your meddling of the future—

You have made him a god, after all. 

And maybe worst of all, you have turned Satoru into just a man.

Masterlist | <- Satoru's Interlude: Bigger God | Chapter Five: coming soon! ->

[ask-team-misfit]

(@asktheoger) "Heyo there!" Julian, the Diancie, approaches Lief. "Just thought I'd come over to say I love the bows n' stuff- looks very very nice." He made the okay symbol with a hand. Upon seeing the fusion's snacks, his eyes light up. "Oh, sweet! You have food- um, can you help a fellow gamer out and point me in the direction of the snack table? I've looked all over, but man, I haven't been able to find it yet."

[ @asktheoger ]

Always one to appreciate a compliment about his looks, he couldn't help but smile.

The positive greeting overall also made it easy to hide the fact he was somewhat caught off guard that a humanoid approached him directly, rather than the other way around; namely due to his earlier comments.

Lief: "Finally, someone with good taste! Why thank you~."

Granted, he couldn't help but use that to flaunt himself further.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He looks particularly carefree or playful. He's winking with his right eye and smirking somewhat. A light blush, depicted in color, is present on his cheeks. A paw is raised to his face, even. End ID ]

Lief: "The scarf is perfect, isn't it? Couldn't imagine me without it, I'll bet. Truly the greatest."

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image, but with a different expression. He looks fairly casual, or otherwise relaxed. A cheeky smile, reminiscent of the ":3" emoticon, is present on his face. End ID ]

Lief: "And what a coincidence you came along asking for snacks. I was just about to mosey along to the snack bar myself. Saw some goodies on the table nearby that I feel like sneaking a bite or few into. I can point you in the direction of it."

At this point, he'd finish eating the berry he'd been snacking on all this time. Now that he mentioned it, he looked somewhat antsy at the idea of trying other foods.

That and the idea he had to see how much he could get away with stashing to take home.

Event Ask Hints have been updated.

[theyareweird]

Kianna in Wonderland – Part 3

Sour Cake

"Alice"! Takuma called, snapping Kianna out of her train of thought. "We have strawberry shortcake"! He beamed. "The bottom layer is Angel Food cake to make the texture light and bouncy. There's a thin layer of strawberry jam above it. The third layer is whipped cream. Then, strawberry gelatin with strawberry slices in it, is the top layer. Finally, the entire cake is coatted in buttercream. It's made with real strawberries, not the fake poisonous berries which try to look like strawberries". Takuma explained.

"I- Um, thank you very much". Kianna happily smiled. She then stood up to grab herself a slice of the strawberry shortcake. It's her favorite kind of cake and she couldn't resist.

Akatsuki then spoke up and asked, "Could someone pass me the tray of biscuits and assorted jams"?

Without a word, Rima scurried across the table to push the items towards the white rabbit. While everyone was preoccupied, Senri's eyes looked at Kianna from where she sat. His slit pupils dilated. Senri then quietly vanished from the tree he was in and reappeared beside Kianna. There, he leaned into her. Senri could smell the vanilla and strawberry fragrance from her brunette shoulder-length hair. Meanwhile, Kianna's pale skin was scented with lavender. Before he became lost in her aroma, Senri suddenly licked the corner of the girl's mouth.

"Eh"?! Kianna jumped. With a ceramic plate in hand, she slipped on her heel and collapsed to the grass. Kianna hit the ground with a thud to her tailbone, the sensation left her throbbing, but her face was now slightly flushed at Senri's abrupt action. She then stared up at Senri and asked, "Why did you do that"?

Senri tilted his head down to Kianna's current position. He licked his lips in satisfaction at the sweet taste on his tongue. "You had icing on your face..." Senri pointed out through a mischievous purr.

Kianna gawked for a moment. The trace of food must have been from the sugar cookie Kianna ate earlier. Huffing, Kianna regained her composure and asked, "Yes, but why did you lick my face? You could have simply told me".

"I wanted to". Senri shrugged in response.

From atop the table, Rima plopped a sugar cube into her mouth. "That’s new. He doesn't usually like to touch Alices". The mouse mumbled as she chewed.

Takuma then leaned over the table to see Kianna on the ground from the opposite side. "Are you alright, Alice"? He asked with concern across his knit brow.

Kianna then stood up and brushed her dress off. "I'm fine... At least the teacup didn't fall". She said, turning back to the table. In the moment of chaos, Kianna managed to knock her teacup over and spilled her beverage allover the tablecloth. Afterward, Takuma kindly cleaned up the mess.

"You’re not even trying to hide how much you like this Alice, Senri". Kaname commented as Kianna went back to retrieving herself a slice of cake.

Senri said nothing in return. Instead, he turned to Kianna and said "You smell lovely..." He sighed. "Most of the Alices smell like flowers. It's so generic and boring". Senri stated.

Kianna blushed at the Cheshire Cat's words, but she didn't say anything. She was more focused on having her cake at the moment. Once Kianna cut herself a large piece, she returned to her seat and began to eat the light and subtly sweet dessert.

"Maybe this time we won't have to hear the screams of an Alice being murdered". Rima blintly blurted out. She meant to say it inside her mind but accidentally spoke out loud.

Upon hearing that, Kianna froze with the fork in her mouth. Her mind immediately recalled the corpse she found in the woods earlier. The person was a previous Alice. If this unknown person was anything like her, Kianna could safely assume they weren't from Wonderland and ended up killed by the residents of Wonderland... Simply because the Cheshire Cat didn't like them? The last part was still confusing to Kianna.

Senri's eyes then landed on Kianna. Her wide eyes told him she was clearly worried about her fate. "Don’t worry, Alice. I like my new cat toy". He reassured her through a soft purr.

It was true. Senri liked this Alice's aesthetic attraction. He admired her polite behavior and honesty, too. Senri knew they both enjoy tea. He also loves this Alice's bright smile. She was getting along with Senri's two best friends, the Mad Hatter and Door Mouse. This Alice had yet to disrespect his cousins, the King and Queen. As of now, Senri was enjoying this Alice's company. This was a stark contrast to all the other Alices who had been transported to their world. Senri actually killed six of those young girls himself because they acted bratty, were annoying, or disrespected the King.

Kianna's expression then dropped into a frown. "I'm not a toy". She argued.

Senri's lips curled into a smile. "You’re right". He noded. Senri's smile then stretched into a wide grin. "You are my mate, Sweetie". He corrected.

"Ugh"! Hanabusa rolled his eyes from across the table.

"You’re just angry because you don't get an Alice you like". Rima pipped in.

The March Hare was pouting with a frown from beside the Mad Hatter. "I don't understand why I couldn't keep one Alice out of all the girls who've been summoned here"! He whined.

"Slow down, Senri". Kaname commanded. At the head of the table, the king could see Senri's tail flicking about. His eyes were dilated and a faint blush remained across his face.

"Yes it's best to go slow or the fun will end". Yuki added.

Takuma then looked at Senri through a side eye. "Maybe Senri is in heat". He blurted.

"Let's hope not". Akatsuki mumbled, taking a drink from his teacup.

Kianna was enjoying her cake again when she paused ger actions once more. At this rate, the slice of cake was turning sour in her mouth. "Uh..." Kianna gawked.

"I am not in heat"! Senri snapped at the Mad Hatter. As far as he was concerned, it was next week.

Hanabusa stiffened at the table. "You creep"! He exclaimed.

"I just said I'm not in heat, Aido"! Senri hissed. The cat then turned to look at Kianna, whose facial expression was graced with worry as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Does Alice not like me"? Senri frowned.

"She doesn't hate you just keep your horny urges in check". Rima teased.

Senri's ears then flew back and pressed against his head. "Not you too, Rima"! He growled.

"I'm just messing with you, Senri... I know you're not in heat. Your face would be red if you were". Rima mumbled.

Kaname then stood from his throne. "Silence everyone! That's enough". He demanded in a harsh tone. The King then redirected his attention onto the Mad Hatter and said "Takuma, you know better than to make assumptions about others".

Yuki smiled at this and said "Exactly".

Senri then approached Kianna at her chair and bent down to nuzzle her. He wasn't sure why, but he desperately wanted her to pet him.

"Well, at least you're not in heat". Kianna said, patting Senri's head. She had to admit, his red hair was incredibly soft to the touch. In response, Senri began to purr.

"Alice," Kaname called. "Why don't we visit the Card Castle"?

Yuki immediately lit up from her throne. "Yes, we could give you a tour"! She happily exclaimed.

"We will escort you, Alice". Zero insisted, gesturing to the other card soldiers.

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