#sorry this is so long i've been sitting on this for a while

[wosospacegirl]

dinosaurs and...sex? - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia's girlfriend is way too stressed out for her own good, so she puts matter into her own hands (fingers)

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: (+18) fingering and oral (r receiving) and at the end suggestive to oral (r giving) because we are all switches here at wosospacegirl

A/n: I think I've found my niche in fanfic and it's writing nerdy lesbian sex...sorry it's repetitive but it's just so fun to write them...

this is a scheduled post because I *actually* have a dinosaur test to study to and I don't have alexia to eat me out so--

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"Can I come in, or are you still acting like a monster?" Alexia said from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. She was holding something, but you couldn't quite see what, mostly because your eyes had stopped functioning after reading the word Mesozoic for the ninth time.

You had decided to go to university.

 And now you carry that burden every day. Every. Single. Day.

It was finals week, and you were an absolute wreck. You were so stressed that you had caught the worst cold ever known to humankind. Why your immune system gave up on you at the slightest sign of stress, you didn't know.

Alexia had taken care of you and made sure you rested. But of course, that meant you hadn't been able to study for three whole days.

And now here you were, at Alexi's house, sprawled across her bed, surrounded by books that were open at completely random pages, with class notes you didn't even remember taking.

Your eyes hurt. Your head hurts. Everything hurt. But mostly your soul, because you felt like you barely had one. Surely you had long lost it between the Jurassic and the Cretaceous period.

And when everything hurt, it made you angry, because you couldn't study the way you wanted to. And when you were angry, you were rude.

Alexia had shown up (to her room, in her house) and asked if the two of you shouldn't take a walk or do something relaxing. AKA: She was getting stressed from watching you mumble like a maniac about something called…Coelurosauria?

You, ever the sweet and understanding girlfriend, had snapped at her, questioning why the hell she was bothering you while you were studying.

It wasn't a "Hi, Alexia, I'm sorry, I can't talk right now."

It was a "Oh my fucking God, Alexia, can't you leave me alone for two whole minutes?"

Alexia–who was actually sweet and understanding– didn't say anything. She just stepped closer to where you were sitting, kissed the top of your head, and left a protein bar beside you before quietly walking away, probably heading for a lonely walk around Barcelona.

You cried while studying the skeleton of the Brachiosaurus because you felt guilty afterwards.

You didn't want to be mean, but finals brought out the worst in you. Still, Alexia wasn't the one to blame.

You knew Alexia was back when you heard the front door on the first floor opening and then closing. You heard her taking off her shoes and making her way upstairs.

You felt the mattress dip beside you, and when you turned around, Alexia was sitting there. You gave her your biggest, most apologetic eyes. 

"I'm sorry," you said, genuinely.

Alexia looked at you, cupped your jaw, and brought your mouth to hers. She kissed you sweetly. "It's okay," she murmured against your lips as you closed your eyes. 

"I know you get grumpy when you're overwhelmed with school. No need to say sorry."

"Yes, I do," you said, breaking the kiss and flopping back onto the bed, almost like a starfish. Your book was lying open beside you as you stared at the ceiling. "I was rude, that's not okay."

"It is okay," Alexia said, as she hovered above you, her hair tickling your cheek. "Because you sound hot when you're mad."

You rolled your eyes and pecked her lips. "Okay, now you're stretching."

"I'm serious," she said, getting off of you and sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. "You pout and your brows furrow…It's like  exactly the face you make when you're about to cum–"

"Okay!" you interrupted, throwing your book at her, your face burning. Alexia could be so crude when she wanted to.  "No talking about sex, or–"

"--you cumming?" Alexia teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," you groaned. "This is literally the most boring subject ever. It doesn't pair well with dirty talk."

Alexia stayed quiet for a few seconds, and you took that as a sign to return to your notes and re-read them. You were lying on your stomach now,  your paper was spread out in front of you, when you felt Alexia climb on top of you and drop all of her weight onto your back.

Out of the sudden, you had a book to your face as well–your zoology and evolution of dinosaur book.

Alexia cheekily snatched your notes, and before you could complain, her voice filled the room as she read the book.

"Thyreophora, often known as armoured dinosaurs, were a group of ornithischian dinosaurs that lived from the Early Jurassic until the end of the Cretaceous…"

You listened as Alexia spoke, and you couldn't help but feel as if she was… reading it erotically?

You felt her weight on your back, the way she held your book right in front of you, holding it with one hand while her other hand stayed pressed to your ribcage.

"Primitive forms had simple, low, keeled scutes or osteoderms," she continued, her voice low as she pressed more fully into your body like she was getting cosy, relaxing. "Oh, those are cool, right, bebé?" she said against your ear, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you.

You had known Alexia long enough to recognise when she was doing this on purpose.

Sometimes, you had the willpower to push her away and to fight back. You had to study, your exam was tomorrow!! But right now?

Right now, you wanted to be pliant.

"Most thyreophorans were herbivorous and had small brains for their size," she said, her hand slipping under your shirt, her cold fingertips grazing your skin just above your ribs. 

"Oh, does that mean they were dumb?"Alexia asked innocently, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"N-no," you stammered as you tried to move, but her body was still pinning you down. "Brain size doesn't really determine intelligence…"

Alexia hummed against your skin, letting the book fall onto the bed with a soft thud. 

Now her full attention was on your neck, she was licking your skin before sucking the it into her mouth.

"I thought the bigger the brain, the smarter?" she murmured.

She sat up from behind you and turned you over, leaving you flat on your back. Then she kissed you deep and slow, biting your lip.

"No, it doesn't mean that," you mumbled, lifting your arms as Alexia pulled off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. "W-what is intelligence, after all, right? It's a very human construct and we…."

Your breath hitched as Alexia kissed your stomach, slowly making her way down to your navel, then she gently tugged at the waistband of your pants.

You lifted your hips, helping her in the process of getting you naked.

"Keep going, amor, "Alexia said, kissing you just above your underwear. "I don't want to distract you from your studies."

Her fingers slid down to your centre, where the wet spot of your underwear was. Your eyes were closed now, but you knew Alexia was smirking.

"What were you saying about intelligence?"Alexia coaxed, her voice innocent, as if she wasn't doing anything wrong, as if she really was helping you study.

But thinking about dinosaurs or intelligence or anything was nearly impossible as she hooked her fingers into the sides of your underwear and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. She slid her fingers just above your cunt, spreading your weteness slowly around your folds, teasing you.

You moaned as Alexia pressed just the tip of your finger inside of your cunt, your hips moving, begging for more contact, but Alexia didn't give in. She wanted to make you work for it for a bit.

"If you don't talk," Alexia said sternly, kissing the inside of your thigh, "I'll stop. Keep going. Tell me about the subject."

You were in silence, your brain mush. It was like you forgot you even knew any words, let alone the evolution of ornithischian dinosaurs.

Although you were quick to remember it when Alexia took her mouth away from your body.

You clutched at her head, pressing her against your cunt. 

"Please, keep going–"you whined. "I-I was saying that intelligence is a human parameter, and we shouldn't judge other species based on it because it's honestly a very anthropocentric concept…"

"There she is, my smart girl, "Alexia purred. And just like magic, she slid her index finger inside of you, and your body welcomed it immediately. "What else can you tell me about those Thy… Thry…"

"Thyreophora," You breathed as Alexia slid another finger in, thrusting into you so slowly it made you want to cry. "There are two major groups, th-" 

You didn't even get to finish, because you felt alexia's hot breath against your cunt, her mouth touching your clit, wrapping her lips aorund itand sucking gently. "Fuck–more." 

Alexia slapped your thigh; it didn't sting, but it was a warning.

"Keep talking." 

So you did.

Alexia ate you out slowly as if she was savouring every single drop of your wetness. You were very aware she was enjoying herself way too much; you also knew she was doing it as a form of revenge, too.

But you didn't mind for her motives, not when she kept fucking you like that. She only stopped when you stopped talking. 

She really was taking your studies very seriously.

Alexia's tongue was thrusting inside of you. You didn't know how she had mastered the ability to penetrate you so deeply with her tongue, but you (once again) didn't care.

Her hands were pinning you down on the mattress, clutching your hip bones, not letting you move an inch as she continued to thoroughly pleasure (or maybe torture) you.

It took you a while to cum, but not because Alexia wasn't giving you what you needed, but because your body had trouble switching from stressed, anxious and overstimulated to relaxed.

Alexia didn't say a word about it. She didn't make you feel bad that it was taking longer than usual. She just kept her mouth on your cunt, as if she had all the time in the word.

And when you finally came, it felt like your body had truly relaxed for the first time in days. 

You felt as if all of your muscles relaxed all at once. Your eyes rolled back, and you yanked at Alexia's hair with a little more force than you were intending to, but she didn't complain. 

You were trying to catch your breath when alexia finally lifted her face from your cunt. 

She made her way up your body, kissing your stomach and your breasts before (finally) kissing you, and sliding her tongue in to let you taste yourself.

"See," Alexia whispered as she broke the kiss. She lay her head on your chest, her finger gently tracing your face. "I was right."

"Rigth about what?" You barely manage to say. 

"Your face when you cum," She said against your sking, kissing your collarbone. "The pout, the furrowed eyebrows."

You blink, still pretty much dizzy. "Did you make all of this... too prove a point?"

"Maybe," she said, smiling. 

"I hate you," you murmured, closing your eyes and letting your hands run through her hair.

"You don't," Alexia said. "You just came in my mouth, I think that was a love confession, actually."

You chucked at Alexia's words. 

Maybe it was the oxytocin running through your body stream, or maybe it was the quiet realisation that this was the first time you and Alexia were properly intimate in days, mostly because of your schedule at uni and her schedule at Barcelona.

You surprised yourself by lowering your head and kissing her again, your hands slipping under her shirt to trace the back tattoos you knew by heart.

Alexia kissed you back–and what was a sweet kiss–turned into something urgent.

"I want you," you breathed against her mouth, your hand curling around the back of her neck. "Now."

"Yeah?" Alexia smirked. "How?"

"On your back, legs spread open," you said.

"Okay," she simply said.

She did what you asked of her. 

She lay down, but she winced slightly when one of your pens dug into her back.

You watched her for a moment, admiring her, and then you undressed her completely. You took her shirt off, and then her training bra.

You wrapped your lips around her nipples, sucking them until Alexia was gasping, asking for more.

Without wasting another second, you pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go. 

You spread her legs apart with each of your hands and began kissing the inside of her thighs, biting them softly,  leaving teeth marks where no one would see them.

You were in your moment now.  Feeling hot and heavy, watching Alexia's cunt dripping right in forn of your face, how pretty her cunt looked, how ready she was for you.

But just as you were ready to taste her, Alexia said.

"Do you want me to read your notes out loud while you do it?"

You paused, your mouth still slightly open, looking up at her. You truly had a problem reading her facial expression.

At the same time that it looked like she was teasing you, it also seemed like the proposal was sincere, like she might actually do it if you said yes.

You glared at her, your eyes narrowing, trying to make your point across without having to use any words.

"Okay," she said quickly. "I guess that's a no."

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A/n: Got the dino infos on Wikipedia!

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

I really don't understand what I'm happening with the whole situation (just something about ai), and I've been reading you fanfics for a while now (and I've been eating them up, theyre scrumptious and yummy), and never once have I thought they were ai. You can see it in writing structure(?) And the way you write, it feels human. And there is nothing wrong with using grammarly cause we all do.

Anyway, I'm so sorry for your hate, but if it's not much trouble, can you make a fanfic about childhood best friend!reader x Han Su-gang who is older than her by 2 years. She left town, sugang was devastated, and she came back and transferred for her last year.

He makes himself known by lingering around her for a long while (in the halls, brief touching, just tormenting her), wondering if she remembered him. things have been quiet, and no one tells her the incidents. She simps over Han su-gang about how handsome he is to her friends (she's a bunble Ray of sunshine and naive so they tell her nothing) and how adorable their children will be and all that like a middle schooler. It's like pure and adorable saying they'll have 3 kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, and have 5 cats (being dululu), and he hears about this and decided to give her a good time!(smut)

Anyway, please and thank you and take care of yourself (so sorry that this is long💔)

hey babeee thx for the request sorry for the delay btw 😘

Title: Guess You Grew Up Pairing: Han Su-gang x naive!sunshine!childhoodbestfriend!Fem!Reader Rating: 🔞 MDNI Tags: childhood best friends to something else, naive reader, light corruption, possessive Su-gang, unaware reader, fluffy smut, oral (f receiving), size kink, breeding talk (delulu style), soft and dark tension

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Han Su-gang never forgot you.

You were the only bright thing in his life back then. Messy pigtails, scraped knees, and that ridiculous laugh. You were the first person who held his hand without flinching. Who told him he was your “favorite person in the world.”

Then one day, you were just… gone. Moved away. No goodbye.

It haunted him. For years.

And then—just like that—you were back.

You transferred in mid-term, your backpack bouncing, your voice still sweet and chirpy as you introduced yourself with a wide smile to a classroom full of half-dead teenagers. “I used to live here when I was little! It’s so good to be back!”

Su-gang leaned back in his chair, staring at you from the back row, jaw tight.

You’d grown. Legs longer. Hair shinier. Same fucking smile.

But you didn’t even look at him.

Did you forget him?

He watched. Waited.

And when the bell rang, you skipped right past him like you didn’t even notice the boy who used to protect you from bullies.

He almost laughed.

You started following him with your eyes first.

He could feel it when he walked down the hallway, his hands in his pockets, and you’d pause mid-conversation, glancing up at him like a little lost puppy.

Then came the whispers. The blushing.

“He’s so pretty, right?” you said to your friends one day in the bathroom, unaware he was around the corner. “Like, dangerously hot. Oh my god. I want him to kiss me and then ignore me for a week so I can cry about it like in a drama.”

Your friends stared at you in horror.

You just kept going. “If I married him, our kids would be gorgeous. We’d have, like… three. Two boys, one girl. And five cats! Or maybe seven. He looks like a cat dad, don’t you think?”

Su-gang bit his lip to keep from laughing.

You really hadn’t changed at all.

He started showing up more.

Behind you in the hallway. Lurking near your locker. Sitting near you in the cafeteria. His knuckles would brush yours when you passed. His shoulder would graze yours in class.

It drove you crazy.

You kept stealing glances, your brain turning into fluff every time he licked his lips or leaned against the wall like a walking daydream.

One day, after your “dream wedding fantasy” rant, Su-gang finally snapped.

He cornered you after school, pulling you into a supply room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You gasped, back hitting the shelf.

“Han—Han Su-gang?!”

He stared down at you, silent.

Your heart thumped. “Are you—um, are you lost?”

He stepped closer. "You really don’t remember me?"

You blinked up at him. “Huh?”

“I used to walk you home. You made me hold your stupid Hello Kitty umbrella.”

Your mouth fell open. “…Sooie?”

He groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh my god—Han Sooie!” You laughed, teary-eyed, and then threw your arms around him. “I missed you! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I was waiting,” he muttered into your hair, his arms tightening. “Wanted to see if you remembered. You didn’t.”

“I do now!” you pouted. “You got hot. That threw me off.”

He pulled back and looked down at you, his gaze dark. “You really think I’m hot?”

You nodded without thinking. “Like… really hot. In a ‘ruin me’ kind of way.”

“…You shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I will.”

He kissed you hard, like he’d been holding it in for years.

Your lips parted in surprise, and Su-gang took full advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth, one hand cupping your cheek while the other settled low on your waist.

You melted into him instantly.

“I should make you pay for forgetting me,” he murmured against your lips.

“S-Su-gang…”

“You say I’m hot? Say you want kids? Say stupid little things about marrying me?” He kissed down your neck, biting gently. “You think I wouldn’t hear that?”

You whimpered. “You heard that?!”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not subtle.”

His hand slipped under your skirt. Fingers finding you embarrassingly wet already.

“Oh my god—”

“You this wet just from seeing me around, sunshine?”

You nodded, dazed. “You always look so good. I—I just thought about it a lot.”

“You want me to give you a good time, yeah?” he whispered, fingers stroking your clit slowly. “Since you dream about it so much.”

You whined and nodded again.

He kissed you breathless as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them slow and deep. His other hand moved to your chest, pulling down your top just enough to mouth at your nipple, sucking lightly.

Your legs shook.

“Please—please, Su-gang…”

“Shh. Let me take care of you, sunshine.” He dropped to his knees, pushing your skirt up.

“Wait—w-we’re still at school—”

“Then be quiet,” he smirked, before licking a thick stripe up your pussy, making your knees nearly buckle.

He ate you like he was starved. Like he owned you.

You were already close—years of fantasy finally crashing into reality.

“S-Su-gang, I’m—”

“Go ahead,” he murmured, fingers tightening on your thighs. “Cum for me. Then maybe I’ll fuck you for real and give you those kids you keep talking about.”

You cried out, biting your fist as you came hard, hips grinding against his mouth.

When he stood again, your legs were trembling, and he kissed you soft this time.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Got it?”

You nodded, dizzy, breathless, ruined.

“Good girl.”

[hyunjincanraptoo]

I know you mostly do hyunjin fics but I was wondering if you could to a bangchan one? I was looking for one I was thinking of and I couldn't find it and I thought I'd ask you because your fics are so good! Could you try to make a first time with chan one? Kind of like your hyunjin one that you made buy a chan version of it idk I've just been so dululu lately and I need a fic like that, but if your but please dont rush if your doing other things♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Bed of roses- B.CH

First of all, hey!! I am SO sorry it took so long. I love your ideas, they are always great. And honestly at this point I am writing for all members + ateez hehe

And in second place, I want to dedicate this fic to beautiful @ktxoxoxo. Feliz cumpleaños, baby! I promised you a bed of roses and here it's hehe Wish you all the happiness in the world and I hope you had a great day 💜

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut

Alexa, play Bed of roses by Bon Jovi

You didn’t mean to break the bed, but in your defense, the bug was huge.

One moment you were peacefully folding laundry, the next you were shrieking and jumping on your bed like it was a lifeboat and you were on Titanic. And apparently, your bedframe wasn't built for dramatic bug escaping adventures.

It cracked beneath your weight with a crunch. Not totally broken, but enough to collapse slightly.

Which is how you ended up sitting on the floor, texting your new boyfriend in absolute shame.

You:

I broke my bed cause of a bug 💀

Channie:

😭 How big was the bug??

You:

Big enough for me to panic and jump like an olympic gymnast

Channie:

I’m coming over, babe

We’re going to IKEA

“Okay, but I thought you'd laugh more”, you say as he pulls into the parking lot, “Like, isn’t this the kind of thing you'd roast me for?”

Chan hums, “It is, but also I’m gonna romanticize this. We’re going to IKEA together like a new married couple”

You blink at him.

He grins, “Don’t tell me you never imagined walking around those fake rooms holding hands, pretending we’re furnishing our home?”

“Okay. Maybe once. Or twice”

He hops out and comes to your side of the car, lacing his fingers with yours the moment you step out, “Good! Let’s get delulu over furniture”

You roll your eyes. But your giggle anyway

•°. *࿐

It begins in the kitchens.

“Oh, I could totally see us making breakfast here”, he says, tapping a marble counter, “You scrambling eggs while I steal kisses and burn the toast”

“In your fantasy, I’m the one cooking?!"

“I’m better at kissing”

You blush and move on, but he follows with a lazy hand on the small of your back.

“Look at this one”, he says, pointing to a tub, “Our kids could splash around in here”

You choke, “Kids?!”

He shrugs, amused by your expression, “Too soon?”

You poke his chest him, “Way too soon”

He pouts playfully, eyes warm. “Fine. Just imagine you in it. Bubbles, candles and me on the rug beside it, feeding you strawberries”

You laugh, “You romantic menace”

But the worst is the bed section. He sits down on a queen sized one and pats the space beside him.

You sit.

Chan leans back, legs wide, arms resting behind his head like he belongs there.

“I could definitely see us making kids on this one”

Your breath catches.

He glances over with a smug grin, but it softens when he sees your expression— flushed, quiet, hopeful.

“Too much?”, he asks gently.

You shake your head, trying to stay cool, “Just... haven’t thought that far ahead”

He leans in, brushing his fingers against your knee, “No pressure. I like where we are”

You nod, “I like it too”

•°. *࿐

You buy the bed. And Chan insists on paying for half of it.

“I’ll cover half”, Chan says as he hoists one of the heavier boxes into the trunk.

You arch a brow. “You sure? I broke the bed”

He grin,. “And I helped you pick a new one. That makes it ours now”

You narrow your eyes, “Are you trying to co-own my furniture?”

He shrugs, slamming the trunk closed, “Maybe I just want you to think of me every time you get in bed”

Your jaw drops, “Christopher Bang!”

“What?”, he says innocently, but the smirk is anything but innocent

“I love you”

He walks past you, enlacing your pinkies together as he heads to the driver’s side, “I love you too, baby”

•°. *࿐

That night, you stay over at his place.

He tosses you one of his oversized shirts, makes you dinner, and kisses you slowly on the couch before pulling you into bed. It’s soft, domestic, like you’ve done this a hundred times already.

The next morning, he drives you to work, one hand on the wheel, the other lazily holding yours. As you unbuckle to get out, he tugs your wrist gently and leans over to kiss you, probably a little longer than necessary.

“Have a good day”, he murmurs. “And don’t worry, I’ll have the bed ready when you come home”

You blink, “Really? You don’t have to”

He just winks, “I’ve got you, baby”.

And with that, you spend the whole shift thinking about your disgustingly sweet boyfriend.

•°. *࿐

When you get home, the lights are low and your apartment smells like roses.

You blink at the trail of petals leading to your bedroom and then stop in the doorway— your new bed is built, fluffed, blankets folded neatly.

Chan stands beside it with a boyish smile, rubbing the back of his neck, “Hey...”

“Chan… what’s that?”

“I just… I thought I’d surprise you. Build it while you were gone. And the rest, well... I got carried away”

You step inside, eyes darting around, “This is... beautiful”

He shrugs, “No pressure or anything. I know we still haven’t… you know. But I just thought maybe…. new bed, new memories”

You look at him— his eyes are kind, gentle, nervous. And you know you want him too.

Not just because of the bed. You want him because he showed up, hands full of Allen keys and roses. Because he doesn't judge when you break the bed because of bugs and also dreams big. Because he makes IKEA’s aisles feel like home.

You walk to him slowly

“Can I kiss you?”, you ask.

His breath stutters, “Please”

You kiss him deep— full of all the things you didn’t say in the kitchen aisle, the tub aisle, the bedroom aisle.

He pulls you closer by the hips, mouth hungry but patient. You feel his hands spread wide on your back, guiding you gently to the bed like you’re sacred.

Clothes come off slowly. First his shirt, then yours. His fingers tremble slightly as they trace the curve of your waist.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, kneeling between your thighs.

You nod, “I’ve never been more sure”

He kisses down your neck, your collarbones, the sensitive skin just above your breast. You arch into him, heart pounding like a drum.

He takes his time. Every touch is mindful, every breath shared. He groans when you touch him, eyes closing.

“I got you”, he breathes, “We’ll go slow”

He lies back slowly, guiding you to straddle him but not the way you expect.

Instead, he tugs you down with him until your back is flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, your thighs wrap around his hips. You're cradled in his body like you're made to fit there like his lap, his hands, his chest were always meant for you.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his breath warming the shell of your ear.

You nod, pulse racing. “More than okay”

You reach between your bodies to help guide him in— careful, your breath catching as he slides into you from behind.

A shared gasp leaves both your mouths.

The stretch, the closeness, the sound of his moan against your neck—it’s overwhelming in the most delicious way.

His arms tighten around your waist, and you feel his lips press to your shoulder as he starts to move. Slow, rolling hips beneath you. He thrusts up gently, and the rhythm is steady, sure, tender.

Your head tips back against his shoulder.

“You feel so good”, he breathes, voice wrecked, one hand sliding up to cup your breast while the other holds your stomach close, “I want you like this forever”

You whisper his name, trembling slightly as pleasure builds. It’s deeper like this. Fuller. Every drag of him inside you makes your body curl back into him tighter.

He keeps you safe.

Your fingers lace with his at your stomach, squeezing as the pace picks up— soft wet sounds and shallow gasps filling the room, his lips open against your jaw, groaning your name.

You come first, your body arching, chest heaving, legs shaking around him as he whispers encouragements into your skin.

“That’s it, baby… just like that. Can’t believe you are all mine”

He follows soon after, hips stuttering, breath hitching as he holds you tighter— burying himself as deep as he can go with a strangled moan. His warmth fills you slowly, pulsing inside while you lie there— still trembling, still wrapped in his arms.

Neither of you speak right away.

Only the sound of shared breaths, kisses pressed lazily to your shoulder, his fingers drawing shapes over your stomach where your hands still rest.

“I’ve never…, he begins softly, voice still unsteady, “felt anything like that before”

You smile, “Yeah. Me neither”

You turn your face to him, “Thanks for building the bed, baby”

He chuckles, heart melting silently, “Guess we built something else tonight too”

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[truerhearts]

astarion is sprawled elegantly across his blanket, somehow managing to look effortlessly put-together even in his simple camp clothes. one hand is draped dramatically over his forehead, the other gesturing wildly in the air as he regales her with some ridiculous tale about pickpocketing a drunk noble's prized ring off their finger during a dinner party.

the fire had settled into a steady burn, orange light dancing across the quiet camp while the other's slept. and she's watching him again.

not in a creepy way… well, maybe a little creepy, but she prefers to call it 'observational fascination'.

there is something she noticed a while ago that's been bothering her for weeks: his chest. it rises and falls with perfect rhythmic precision. in and out, in and out, like clockwork. like… breathing. which is weird because he's dead. very dead.

"-and the fool had the audacity to accuse me of being a lowly waiter. can you imagine? meanwhile, i'm standing there, looking innocent as a lamb, but little does he know i'm twirling his precious ruby ring between my fingers in my coat pocket. this very one right here-" he points to the jeweled ring on his pinky finger. "see, this is the ring - darling, (y/n), are you even listening?"

she blinks, snapping back to attenion. "sorry, yes. nobles, rings, you really fooled him."

he sits up and presses his back against the log they were using as a makeshift bench. he narrows his crimson eyes at her, suspicious. "you're staring."

"no i'm not,"

"yes you are."

"i was merely… observing."

"ah, yes, merely observing." he sighs, then tilts his head like a curious cat. "if i didn't know you better, i'd have taken that response and left it at that. but i know that look, this is your 'i'm about to ask something weird stare'. i've learned to recognize it."

she grins, caught. "okay, fine. i have a question…"

"shocking."

"do you fake breathe?"

he pauses, mid-gesture, blinking slowly. "i'm sorry… what?"

"breathing," she says, sitting up straighter, suddenly animated. "you do it constantly. right now, even. but you're… you know." she gestures vaguely to all of him.

"i'm… what?"

"dead." she says flatly. "vampires don't need air, they don't need to breathe. so do you do it on purpose? like is it a performance thing? to make sure people don't suspect you're a vampire?"

astarion stares at her for a long moment, his expression cycling through confusion, realization, and then something that might be embarrassment if he were capable of blushing.

"you've been watching me… breathe?"

"it's been very distracting since i've noticed," she defends. "because… you're dead."

"i am not dead," he huffs, though there is no real offense in it. "i'm undead. there's a difference. namely that i'm still able to be this unbearably attractive while putting up with your questions."

"astarion."

"fine, fine." he shifts, looking oddly caught out. "it's… camouflage, obviously. breathing makes people comfortable. no one questions a man who breathes."

"so it is fake!" she exclaims. "you fake-breathe!"

"well, yes," he says, and suddenly he’s sitting up straighter, looking rather pleased with himself. "but I’ve refined it, obviously. had to relearn the whole thing after I was turned.

he gestures loosely, like it's obvious. "there was a time, early on, i was seducing some poor soul and they stopped mid-kiss to ask why i wasn’t breathing." he grimaces, teeth flashing. "awkward, to say the least. so i’ve been doing it ever since. without pause."

she stares at him, a slow grin spreading across her face.

"what" he asks, still looking proud.

"you relearned how to breathe on purpose." she says, clearly delighted. "that's… that's actually really sweet..." she pauses for a moment, picturing astarion practicing his breathing on his own, it was an endearing thought. "kinda... cute."

he freezes, like the word has physically stunned him. "cute?" he repeats, voice climbing. "cute? i am not… that is not—" he sputters, looking genuinely bewildered. but he quickly tries to compose himself, eyes lowering, and smirking, but he doesn't entirely mask his flustered tone. "darling, i am many things. dangerous, alluring, devastatingly handsome, but cute is not—"

"you tried so hard at something most people never think about once in their entire lives. you had to practice it, and you did!" she points out, grinning at his obvious panic. "that's adorable."

"it's professional!" he protests. "it's survival! it's—"

he stops mid-sentence, noticing the way she's still grinning at him, clearly delighted by his flustered state.

he makes a strangled sound of protest. "most people don't have to think about it because they're not vampires trying to blend in with the living!"

she's still staring, and his usual wit is abandoning him.

"what?" he asks defensively.

"you haven't stopped fake breathing this entire time," she says, eyes sparkling. "even while panicking about being called cute. it's automatic now, isn't it?"

he makes another strangled sound of protest, but there's fondness hidden not very well beneath it now. "you're going to be the death of me."

"you're already dead."

"undead," he corrects automatically, then gives one of those perfectly calibrated sighs - too smooth to be real. he pauses for a moment. then, almost like the thought escapes him before he can swallow it: "gods, how do you even notice things like that?"

she smiles, settling back but still close enough to watch the gentle, purposeful rise and fall of his chest. "you're more careful than you need to be. there's no one here that you need to convince."

their eyes meet and he pauses, his expression shifting slightly. for a split second, a forbidden thought enters his mind...

he makes a soft, noncommittal noise — not quite a sigh, not quite a laugh. his fingers curl slightly against the edge of the blanket.

"i'm not used to that," he says at last, quieter now. there's no performance in his voice. just honesty, small and startling.

she doesn't press. she just watches him a moment longer, then lets herself relax into the quiet.

after a while, he speaks again, softer than before — like the words aren't entirely for her: "for the record… i still don't like being called cute."

"sure you don't," she murmurs, smiling. she then pushed herself to her feet with a stretch. "well, that's enough vampire lore for one night. we got another horrible day ahead of us tomorrow. i'll see you in the morning." she began walking to her tent. "goodnight, astarion,"

"goodnight," he replies, his voice softer.

he watches as she retreats into her tent, leaving him alone with the fire that's now been reduced to embers. his chest rises and falls in that pointless rhythm again, and this time he catches himself.

he stops… but it feels weird.

so he continues, in and out, in and out, the cool evening air and the scent of the smouldering coals filling his lungs.

for once, he doesn't mind being seen.

and maybe… he liked being called cute.

a/n: vampires and breathing

[applesaucesims]

The sun had mostly set, and the moon was already shining bright, when Erin ran up to the beach, where Kavi was already waiting for her, greeting her with an excited wave. The couple was quickly engrossed by each other, not noticing that, from just behind the bushes, they were being watched.

When Kavi had announced his plans for the night, Louis had come to the conclusion that it would be best if his friend had somebody there with him who could stand by and help, if he were to make a complete fool of himself. But, not wanting to sit there in the bushes by himself, he convinced a reluctant Zack to join him.

The remaining sunlight disappeared quickly, with the only light now coming from the moon. Although it had only been a few minutes, it had felt like an eternity to Zachary and Louis, who were already getting bored from just sitting and watching.

Figuring it could not get any more awkward, Zack decided to use the opportunity to come clean about something. Watching the couple in front of them made him wonder why Louis had asked him in the first place, when he really was the last person who would be able to help with girl issues. Although he had his suspicions that Louis had similar attractions to him, he could feel his nerves boiling over as he was trying to form the right words. He liked boys, not girls, and in his experience, people did not react very welcoming to that information.

However, Zack had nothing to worry about. Not only was Louis very much accepting of his friend's confession, he also eased the tension by coming out about his own preferences in that way. Although, he never really considered there to be much of any preference. He just liked people, really, and sure, sometimes that included his teachers, but that was neither here nor there. There was no time to think about people's gender when he had barely even figured out where he fit in himself, in the whole separation of boys and girls.

Thankfully, Zachary was understanding as well, or at least he did not want to bother Louis with any further questions, if he had them. Above all, they were glad to have shared a special bonding moment they had not had the chance to have with anyone else before. Somehow they knew this could be the foundation of great friendship.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Louis: "It's so romantic, isn't it?"

Zachary: "I suppose so. Why are we watching again?"

Louis: "Well, we've got to make sure Kavi doesn't embarrass himself."

Zachary: "Right..."

...

Zachary: "Gee, how long are they going to be?"

Louis: "Yeah, maybe this wasn't my best idea."

Zachary: "Uhm, while we're here... can I tell you something? I've got this secret, but I feel like you'd understand."

Louis: "Sure, I can keep a secret."

Zachary: "Well, when it comes to girls... I don't think I like them like that."

Louis: "Like what?"

Zachary: "Like Kavi, for instance. I always felt like I..." *clears throat* "I guess I'd... prefer boys."

Louis: "Oh! That's all?"

Zachary: "What- You don't mind?"

Louis: "Why would I?"

Zachary: "I guess you wouldn't. I've just had bad experience. Let's just say ballet isn't the only reason my dad kicked me out of the house."

Louis: "Oh... I'm sorry that happened."

Zachary: "It's fine. Life is much better with my aunt, anyway."

Louis: "Well, for what it's worth... I sort of like boys, too."

Zachary: "I, uhm, kind of figured. I saw the way you were looking at Mr. Booth that time."

Louis: "Oh... really?"

Zachary: "Hey, I was definitely looking, too."

Louis: *chuckles* "Well, I don't actually think I have any preference at all. I don't get the whole boys and girls thing most times, to be honest."

Zachary: "Don't worry. I can keep a secret, too."

[6ure]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ pov ; you sneak around your husband just to go to ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhim ♡

neighbor!sunghoon x older!reader (연준) ⎯⎯ suggestive¹ : short, cheating (reader), sub!sunghoon, dom!reader, reader suffers from big domes ; lowercase inply, draft btw, don't come after me for how long I've been gone

it wasn't long ago that sunghoon moved into the apartment next to yours and your husband's. It was quaint, but you both made it work.

the ac in your apartment broke and it was the middle of june bursting out a whopping 98 degrees— you asked your husband multiple times to fix it, but he is too busy with his own 'work'.

aka watching the football game twice in a row while he sits his ass on the couch like a slug. you love your husband, but he just really pisses you off sometimes.

always lazing around, wanting to do no work, and constantly treating you like a stay at home housewife— you literally make all the money, pay the rent and bills.

you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you try to open the window to get any type of cold breeze to run through you. your apartment is cooped up to the apartment right next to you so you can barely feel any of the air.

you stick your head out the window and see your next door neighbor sunghoon, also sticking his head out the window. wow is the air conditioning really down in the whole apartment complex?

his hair is wet with sweat and he has no shirt on— towel hanging across both broad shoulders. . .

you quickly suck the saliva that was about to drip down on the edges of the window, closing it while walking out of your room. your husband is sleeping while the tv is still on.

'typical', you think. you have enough love in your heart to turn the tv off and put the blankets that were neatly draped on the couch over his body.

you softly opened and closed the door, looking behind to make sure your husband didn't wake up. you shuffle quietly to sunghoon's apartment and knock on the door.

you hear shuffling before the door opens, the aroma of coldness quickly breezes past you and you sigh in relief. "are you okay noona?" he asks before fully opening the door.

"oh! i'm sorry for coming in so late at night, it's just really hot in my apartment and I'm sweating cats and dogs." you snicker a bit, "that's fine, you can come stay in here for a bit if you want." he looks in your perimeter as if he's looking for someone.

"is your husband not hot?" he asks, scratching his head in the process. "oh.. he's napping currently, it's just me right now. is that okay with you?" you say in a teasing tone.

you catch the way he stutters and blushes slightly, cute. "n-no! not at all! i-i just.. nevermind, come in." he looks down and moves out of the way so you can enter.

you quickly get in the icy cold apartment and you sight without a second thought. "finally.." you whine while closing your eyes. popping your shirt to let some of the air flow through your chest.

you pop one eye open to find sunghoon staring directly at your cleavage. you hold in your chuckle and quickly close back up your eye.

you starting tempting him by puffing up your undeniably large chest and rapidly moving your shirt.

whats wrong with you today? has your ovulation started? is it hormones? is it.. sunghoon? no.. thats silly, you have a husband already. well.. he was never good to you so..

"do you want water or anything?" you quickly snap out of your trance at his words, eyes opening and locking with sunghoon's. his face is sooo flushed, you thought he was about to cry.

"no.. that's okay.. i just want to lay down." he leads you away from the door and to his couch. you flop down on the couch and your breasts bounce with you.

you sigh and giggle in comfort, sunghoon sits right beside you. you lean towards him and he becomes stiff as ever. you slowly trace your manicured finger across his chest.

"so.. i've never asked, whats bring you to this isolated neighborhood in seoul?" he flinches as soon as your finger tip hits right over his shirt covered nipple. "i-i moved from my parents house in namyangju.." he stutters oh so cutely.

"namyangju huh? it's so nice there.." you giggle once again, almost like you're drunk. "you're really cute y'know that? you don't have a girlfriend?" you asked, bumping foreheads with him in the process.

"i- uhm- no.. girls have just never really been into me like that.." you gasp, how could someone, as handsome and giving as sunghoon, be single? well, your not complaining.

"huh.. that's a twist, someone as cute as you.. single?" "i- uhm- noona- wh-what are you doing?" you are swift to pull your index up to his lips and slowly dragging down, closing the gap between both yours and sunghoon's lips.

he puts his hands on the ones wrapping around his neck, "wait! noona! we can't— mmnn..— your husband!" he murmurs in between kisses. you bring your lips down his neck, leaving glossy pink lip stains all over his bulgy adam's apple.

"you think i care about him?"

fin

[basically-neroland]

nero's depression headcanons‼️

i've got two requests sitting in my inbox but i'm too lazy to work on em rn (sorry 🥀), i wanna get something out for today (it's like 10:30pm) and this one's been sitting in my notes app so here you go lolz

g/n!reader, tw for dark thoughts (obviously). feel free to skip this one, take care of yourself 💙 this is a long one bc i think about it a LOT so buckle up!

most of it comes from bullied, neglected and rumoured about as a kid and as a teenager, but it also stems from survivor's guilt.

in deadly fortune, he talks about how kyrie and credo's parents died in a demon attack and says that it would've made more sense if it had been him and not saints like them. he was only 17 or 18 in deadly fortune.

nero really, REALLY hates talking about his feelings. he'll say he's fine when you ask him if he's okay. PLEASE call his bluff.

he struggles to be vulnerable, even with his partner because he's used to being the supportive one. it's honestly what he prefers.

he prefers to deal with his emotions on his own, mostly inwardly (despite his violent outbursts with demons and tiny crashouts that would suggest otherwise)

he might handle his anger outwardly, but not his sadness. never his sadness.

to be honest, all you can really do is give him extra physical affection and listen if he starts talking because sometimes he will. it's just rare and takes a while for him to start opening up

most of his tells are extremely quiet. not getting out of bed as early as he usually does, being extra quiet, spacing out more, stuff like that.

he still does stuff to make you happy, he's still cuddly (sometimes he even gets clingier), that doesn't change, but when he smiles back it won't quite reach his eyes. his laughs are more subdued and quiet

he doesn't like talking about his feelings, but the best way to support him is to just hold him and make sure he knows he can talk to you. he just needs you to make him feel safe, comforted and cared for

he also likes when you tell him that you appreciate him, love him, want him around and would be upset if he disappeared, even if he doesn't plan on actually disappearing. he just needs to hear that he's wanted.

when he does open up, he pauses a lot, just trying to gather his words

he gets teary, but tries not to cry. sometimes he fails, and he just leans into your hands when you wipe his tears

he'll talk about how he feels like it should've been him, or about something he experienced or had to do that haunted him, but he'll never ever tell you about how he sometimes just wants to disappear

he's happy you love him, but sometimes he wishes you didn't. he feels like he'll inevitably disappoint you or hurt you somehow, and it scares him.

to be honest, he is probably passively suicidal at times. he'd never want to leave you, but if he died fighting a demon, oh well y'know? that's his mindset some days. this translates into recklessness during fights

it's usually nico that berates him for it, she does worry a lot, but if you're also a devil hunter and you're along to see it, she'll stay quiet and let you do the fearful berating no matter how stressed she is about it

if nero gets reckless, nico always tells you just in case you didn't notice other quiet signs (if they were even there to notice)

if you notice signs, sometimes you tell nico so she'll go a little easier on him. as much as bantering and arguing is their love language, it isn't always good for him. if she makes any jokes about him "letting demons knock him around so much", he sometimes genuinely wonders if he's weak or just not good enough.

sometimes he gets genuinely angry during what's supposed to be playful banter and shuts down and it's just best to avoid that.

his coping mechanisms tend to consist of video games, sleeping more whenever he can, cuddling you and distracting himself with red queen and blue rose, even if he'd already done the routine maintenance. whatever got his mind off his sadness was good enough for him, he didn't really care what exactly it was.

you're honestly the only thing keeping him sane

he'd rather die than live without you. if you die, he'll be dead inside until he actually dies because of recklessness

[seaouidbabyx]

SUCKER || Dealer! Chris x Maneater! Reader

chapter three.

notes: sorry guys, I got carried away. I might split this into two parts. Also, sorry for not updating regularly, ive been swamped at work :(

warnings: swearing, smoking weed, mentions of drugs (no use, just dealing),

Jayden was... nice. I was currently sitting across from the boy with neatly styled hair, a pressed, clean shirt, and a suave smile. He had the balls to come up to me while I was out at the cafe near my apartment, he told me I was gorgeous, and that he would love to show me a restaurant for dinner if I liked this place. He was too nice, and the more that the conversation went between us, the more I felt like I was sitting in a lecture. A lecture purely on him. He spoke about all the houses his family owned, how he graduated with honors in Finance and Law. I don't think I've gotten a single word out this whole date besides the greeting when we first walked in.

The restaurant was great; it was a neat little Italian place a few blocks away from where I lived. He also offered to pick me up, but I politely declined. Sure, why don't I just let you see where I live, random man I've never actually had more than a single convo with? I sat with my little red dress, the long sleeves covering my arms as they crossed each other. My hair was in a classy, mid-bun with curls falling out, and my fingertips were tapping against the stem of my wine glass. My knee-high boots tapped against my folded leg as my foot played along to the song in the background. I don't think I've heard this man say anything even remotely interesting. My thoughts wondered to a certain brunette boy who would've given anything to see me smile.

I nodded with a tight lipped, polite smile as Jayden had started another story about how his grandfather took him for polo lessons as a kid. I looked around the resturant, looking at the people who were having actual engaging conversations. There were red and white plaid table clothes on some of the wooden tables, some wicker basket chairs after some of the booths. I actually really like this place, but god was Jayden making it feel like it was claustrophobic. His big head was taking up about half the room with his ego. "It was rather lovely, the fields were always green when we went in summer-" I zoned him out, when my phone lit up next to me. It was an unknown number, so curiously, I picked it up and opened it.

"you're enjoying your date over there, princess?" My heart raced, I instantly started looking around. How the fuck, did this drug dealer fiend get into a place like this. Then it dawned on me, what if it's some random? I looked around, trying to spot a certain brunette triplet, even going as far to lean out of my seat a little bit, but I couldn't see anyone. I was about to text back and ask who this was, when no other than Chris walked up to our table, one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a takeaway bag. His loose curls were free of the backwards cap, but he looked good. He swaggered up and had a smug smile on his face, looking like he just spawned out of nowhere. I sent him a sharp, what the fuck glare, which he just winked at. I was almost, almost about to get angry, but I knew that deep down I was breathing a huge sigh of relief. He stuck out like a sore thumb; his casual attire really did not match the vibe of this place. He casually just dragged a chair from the table next to us, placed it next to me and spread himself leisurely across it.

I think this was the first time that Jayden had actually just stopped talking. I looked at Chris, Jayden looked at Chris, and Chris just lazily smiled back up at me. "What are you doing here?" I finally asked, looking at him expectantly. Jayden looked pissed, "Yeah man, what the fuck? Who are you?" I rolled my eyes at that answer, my god. I know this wasn't convenient for him, but no need to be a dick about it. I sent a sharp gaze over in Jayden's direction, not impressed, but he didn't seem to care as his focus was all on the boy sitting next to me.

Chris leaned over, picking up a piece of bread from the basket in between us and started peeling off pieces and shoving them in his mouth. "'M here to save her from this god-awful date." Chris muffled through a mouth full of bread, and I was so shocked at his answer that I actually let out a laugh. I put my hand in front of my mouth embarrassingly so, which Chris just cheekily smiled at. Jayden then looked at me, back at Chris, then zoned in on me once again. "Did you set me up?" He seethed, his face turning flush with anger and I looked at him with an 'excuse me?' look. "You're just a fucking stuck up bitch, why couldn't you just tell me you weren't interested?" He shouted, slamming his hands on the table, acting like a toddler. I placed my hand on the table, leaning in to not cause any more of a scene then he was. "Look, I had no idea this man was even here, but you've done absolutely nothing but speak about yourself, I mean do you even know a single thing about me? If he can see that this is a terrible date, then I have nothing more I really need to say, now do I?" I smiled sweetly at him, reaching for my purse and throwing a 50 on the table, standing up and pushing the chair back with an awful screech.

"Here's for my wine, and next time you think about taking a girl on a date, give her a chance to fucking speak." I spat, grabbing my purse and tapping Chris on the back before making my way over to the entrance of the restaurant. Chris grabbed two more pieces of bread out the basket, before saluting Jayden and followed close behind me. He walked out next to me, "Hey! Slow down woman! Are you okay?" He asked, following in my footsteps.

As soon as we were a few walking steps down the sidewalk, I stopped, turned to him and let out a belly laugh. God, I can't believe this is happening to me. I placed my hands on my hips, breathing in big deep breaths in between laughs. I heard Chris nervously laugh along too, probably looking at me like I was crazy. I wiped the tears from my eyes, "Did you see the look on his face! God, what a stuck up, asshat. How did you know I was there?" I shouted and questioned, placing a hand on his shoulder, softening my giggles. He shrugged at me, "Oh you know, I just saw this pretty girl who looked bored out of her mind when I came to get see what they have for takeout. Thought she needed saving." He smirked down playfully at me.

Chris stood next to me with a big smile on his face, still shoving peeled off pieces of bread, I smiled up at him. "Oh, so that's why you're out. Totally not stalking me or anything." I teased, falling back into step with him. He rolled his eyes, passing his extra bread roll over to me without even looking at me. I gently took it, peeling pieces off as he did and started nibling. "Where's your car?" He asked, seeing as were almost about a block and a half away from the restaurant. I shrugged, "I took an uber, but its not far from my place, I don't mind walking." I ripped another piece, placing the soft bread in my mouth. He stopped, dead in his tracks and looked at me with a wild and absurd expression. He then rolled his eyes, shaking his head, before grabbing my forearm. "Not a fuck am I letting you walk. I mean, have you seen the type of dudes out here? You were just on a date with one!" He lectured, pulling me across the street and a little further down. I rolled my eyes, "I can handle myself, thank you very much. It looks like youre fucking kidnapping me right now!" We continued walking and I really was not complaining, before Chris stopped in front of a BMW 5 Series. I looked up at him and back at the car, and he huffed, rolling his eyes once again. He opened the door for me, holding my hand as he helped me into the car.

"Wow, a thug and a gentleman, who would've guessed?" I teased, sarcastic, as he made his way into the driver's side. He rolled his eyes as he got him, pushing the 'push-to-start' button, and putting the car into drive. "How do I know you're not one of those weirdo's out here to kidnap me?" I sassed, turning to look at him. He looked at me with a blank, 'really?' look. "Listen, I've got shit to loose, if anything, I'm scared you're going to kidnap me." He chirped back, shaking his head and looking forward, pulling out of the parking space and creeping up the street.

"Kidnap you! You're lucky I don't have my hands around your neck. I'm flattered you're scared of me, that's what I was aiming for." I said, crossing my arms, looking outside. He smirked, a ghost of a smile behind it, shaking his head at my reaction once again. "Alright, you prissy princess, where are we going?" I looked at him, with a skew look. "Um, my house?" I argued. He stopped at a red light, "C'mon, you got all dressed up and pretty and had a shitty date. How about this, I've got some to do some runs, but after that, I can show you what it's like to go on a real date." He rambled, talking animatedly with his hands as he drove. The way he acted, really didn't show that he was a drug dealer.

"Are you fucking joking? You want me to come on runs with you? I am not some thug accomplice Chris!" I said, turning my body to face him fully. He rolled his eyes at me, "I'm not hearing a no?" He huffed, smirking slightly at my reaction. I crossed my arms, looking out the window. "I did dress up really nice," I murmured, softly. I heard Chris let out a laugh, tapping my thigh gently with his big hand. "Atta girl, lets go have some fun." I smacked away his hand once again, missing it already. I heard him whisper to himself, "God, you're so dramatic." I gasped and pushed his shoulder. He put his hands up in surrender, "What? It's true!"

We eventually started driving through some random neighbour hoods, some with large, high houses, others with simple flats. He was nice enough to let me play some music, so I started shuffling through and decided to settle on some Pouya songs, which I could see he appreciated. Conversation flowed between us, naturally, and the more I got to know Chris, the more I started to realise that he was different. A good different, one that made me want to learn more about him. We had just talked about the basic things, where we grew up, our favourite shows, but he gave me chances to speak about myself, like he was actually interested. The last house we pulled up too, was a small, single-story flat. Its fence was not up to par and the streetlights were not all working, but the garden was neatly kept and the patio didn't look half bad. It had peeling green paint on the outside, and the rusted golden number showed '7'. Chris pulled out his phone, silently parking outside the house, phoning someone.

A man, in a black hoodie and some sweats, quickly opened the door to his house and made his way to Chris's window, with a huge smile on his face. He leaned down; Chris rolled the window so he could meet him. "What's up Chris? Thanks for coming dawg." He spoke, and as he leaned down, I locked eye contact with him. He had some face-tattoos, his hair in dreads. He smiled at me, gold grills on some of his teeth. I smiled politely, before looking at Chris, not knowing what the fuck to do in this situation. "Huh, Chris has got a girl with him, I ain't never seen that before. And she's hot as fuck. This your girlfriend Chris?" He teased, placing a thick wad of cash into Chris's hand. He kept looking between me and Chris, but continued to speak like I wasn't even there? What the fuck is going on? I was gobsmacked, most of the people just came and took their shit, this man doesn't seem to care.

Chris reached over to me, pulling open the cubbyhole, and pulling out a couple baggies, some had green leaves, and one had white powder. One bag even had some small, multi-coloured capsules. I blushed when I felt his arm press against my legs. "Something like that," He replied, clearly not interested in conversation with this man. He closed the cubbyhole, handed him his stash and sent a wink flying my way. I looked at him confused, but my heart beat increased, and I felt my face flush. We bid this man goodbye, Chris rolled up his window and drove off down the street.

He looked at me, clearly irked. "Sorry about him, he just doesn't know when to shut up." I shook my head, "It's no problem, I just didn't know what the fuck was even going on." I chuckled softly. He smiled in return, "Alright, that was my last run, no more scary people." He cheesed, looking at me with lazy eyes. "You hungry, Princess?" I smiled, a small one, trying to refuse how hot he looked. I nodded, "What do you feel like getting? Anything you want," He said, leaning back leisurely in his chair, his gaze flicking to me and the road.

I thought about it, looking at him with a teasing look. "If I'm being totally honest with you, I'm really craving some greasy fast food." I said, a little unsure. He smirked back at me, "Some chicken nuggets, for the finest lady?" Teasing, patting a hand on my thigh once again. "You have to choose where we go, though." I stated, cheekily smiling at the brunette. He nodded, pursed his lips. "I got it," he said, driving away from the suburbs.

He had pulled us into a Burger King, and my eyes lit up. I grabbed his shoulder and shook it excitedly, "Yes! This is my favourite! We have to get matching crowns too Chris." I said and turned to look at him. He had a grin on his face, parking the car. "Let's go get those crowns." He came to my side of the car, opened the door for me like the gentleman he was. I smirked, "Aren't you scared it's going to ruin your whole criminal look you've got going on?" I said, placing my hand in his and getting out of the car. He tutted, "I can still look swag as fuck." He gloated, pulling out a flex of his muscles, which made me fake gag in return. I followed him into the restaurant, walking besides him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close, smirking down at me. "You know, I was not expecting to come to Burger King for our first date."

I shoved him off, placing a hand on my hip as we walked inside, "Who said anything about this being a date." I quipped, returning his smirk. He placed a hand on the base of my spine and walked us to the counter. He ordered for us but leaned down to me again. "We both know it's a date, sweetheart. Get off your high-horse and just enjoy it." He snipped, making me want to swipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"Fuck sakes," I mumbled, feeling a heat run through my chest. I blushed, looking away as he continued with the cashier. Chris grabbed the takeout, before asking the cashier for two of the paper king crowns, grabbing them and stopping me before we made it to the door. He placed the food on a table nearby, grabbing my waist and making me stand straight in front of him. He maneuvered the paper crown, folding it together, before he gently grabbed the underside of my jaw, and placed the crown on top of my head. I smiled up at him, scrunching my nose, as he gently took my hair behind my ear for the crown to sit properly.

He placed his own crown on his head, looking down at me with that, upside down smile, the one that looks like he's trying not to smile, but he just can't help it. He placed a hand on the base of my spine again, grabbing the food and walking us back out the car. He opened the door for me again, helping me into the car, placing the takeout bag on my lap, before heading to the driver's side. I handed him his burger and fries, taking out my own, and placing the chicken nuggets in between both of us on the centre console, so we could share. He sent me a charming smile, taking one of the nuggets and placing it in his mouth. "You know what would make this even better?" He spoke with a mouth-full of food, which I grimaced at before looking at him curiously. He reached into the side of his door, pulling out a freshly rolled joint. I cheered, "Okay, maybe this is like my dream date or something." I mumbled, quickly shoving some fries in my mouth. He looked over at me, placing the joint between his lips. He moved to fix the crown that had gone slightly askew on my head with a gentle touch. "Princess, this is the bare minimum. I thought you out of all people would know that." I shrugged, "I don't need expensive things to like you." I uttered out. He looked a little shocked, but smirked, nonetheless. He lit the joint, taking a drag.

Once he had puffed it a few times, he gave it over to me. We were both facing each other, the night lights and the interior Led's giving us a soft glow. I looked at him, big, aspiring eyes, before taking the joint from his hand. I took a few drags, blowing out away from his face, before handing it back. There wasn't much said, just two people enjoying each other's company. The lowered music in the background, my heart thundering in my chest. I looked at him again, but Chris's blue eyes were already on mine. I moved to hand him back the joint, but he grabs my wrist, pulls my hand over his shoulder and closer towards him, his left hand slithering towards my waist. We were inches away, so close I could smell the weed off his breath. He placed a soft hand on my neck with his right hand, his thumb just below my jaw, looking at me with hooded eyes. "Such a pretty girl," he said, almost a purr. I looked up at him once again, through my eyelashes. I could not show that he was making me blush, but I'm sure he could feel the heat from my neck. "You gonna do something about it?" I teased, to which smirked at, rolled his eyes, before speaking almost against my lips, "Do you want me to?" His eyes were now fully lowered to my mouth. I started to grow frustrated at this game, so I pulled my head to the side, "Don't waste my time, Chris." I said, more meaning than what I had intended.

Frustrated too, Chris's other hand reached up, pulling my face into his again. "Stop being so fucking dramatic," He whispered, eyes fire-y. And with that, he pulled me in for a kiss. It was full of emotions; his lips were softer than I expected to be. I gasped into the kiss, gripping his sweatshirt like my life depended on it. He asked for entry with his tongue, to which I allowed. We kissed each other, ferociously, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. The weed, him, the kiss, his hands, it was all making me dizzy. So dizzy in fact, that I had dropped the joint somewhere between. He pulled away first, but almost chased my mouth for another kiss, making me smile. "Mm, I think you could use a little more kissing lessons," I grabbed his chin, teasing him, looking at his soft, pink lips, now swollen slightly. Fully joking, knowing this was one of the best kisses I've had to date. His hooded eyes followed mine, before lazily smiling back up at me. "Only if you're gonna teach them." He muttered, placing a hand on my thigh. I let out a small laugh, leaning in to kiss him once more.

Who is the sucker now?

A/N: YAAAYYYY THEY FINALLY KISSED WHOOOO

tags -> @chrispycremedonut @courta13 @izzylovesmatt @iluvchr1s @passionfruitchris

[lostinlovingrevery]

hey there! I've been a fan of your writings for a little while now and i was wondering if you could write a Logan fic with a reader who is in the hospital to get checked for multiple sclerosis? (could also be something else, but that's what i am in the hospital for rn)

And the reader is scared shitless of needles (like me) but pretty much every procedure involves needles, like the lumbar puncture which is required for the diagnosis. And you get poked in the back four times, but the doctor fails to get the cerebrospinal fluid out and it leaves you shaken up and crying. Exactly that happened to me yesterday and I just wanted some Logan comfort💔

no pressure though! I'm so sorry if this is too specific

Right Here

Logan Howlett X GN! Reader

Every step of the way

A/N: AH thank you so much!!! I have two family members with MS, so I understand how scary this must be. I'm so sorry for what you went through and you're honestly a huge trooper for it and I hope that you gave yourself some grace and took care of yourself after!!! I wish you all the best during this time and I hope this brings you some comfort!! Sending you lots of hugs (Esp logan ones <3) also, dont worry about being too specific, we all need to feel that comfort from our pookie 💕

Warnings: Hospitals, needles, medical tests, anxiety, a bit of angst, fluff and comfort, Logan <3

"Wouldn't it kill them to make these places a little more welcoming?"

Logan looked up from staring at the floor, and turned to look at you. He stood by your side while you hands were folded between your legs, anxiously swinging them over the edge of the bed. Your comment breaking the silence in the room.

He looked around. You had a point, he didn't like hospitals either. Always felt cold, soulless, with technology and medical machinery just lingering about. They reminded him of his own bad memories, but apart from that, hospitals are just unpleasant.

The room you were in felt just as cold. White walls, black and white patterned floors. An oxygen pump, heart monitor, and various other buttons and medical doohickeys are scattered across the wall and around the room; along with cabinets likely filled with more medical supplies, and a single sink.

A single poster of a sad-looking kitten hanging from a branch, with the text

"Hang in there!"

Placed on the wall across from you. You stared at it in disdain.

Logan looked back at you, glancing at the loose-fitting hospital gown you were given to change into when they brought you both into the room. One sleeve falling off your shoulder, he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before gently lifting the gown back in place, and his arm went around you, hand pressing into the cushioned hospital bed you were sitting on.

"How would you decorate it then?" He asked gently, leaning into you. A question to help you get your mind off the upcoming procedure.

"Well for one I would get rid of that poster- that doesn't make me feel motivated at all. It just makes me sad, look at that kitten! Someone should be helping it. Not letting it dangle in the air barely holding on..."

He smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to your temple. "I'm sure someone did right after the picture was taken, sweetheart." He comforts, his hand soothing up and down your exposed back.

"I'd get rid of the tile floor too. It's ugly and a little creepy. Wood panels floors would be better. Paint the rooms different colors. Add some nice pictures or something. Like trees. Maybe like... a vintage couch in that corner..."

"You should go into interior design."

You looked at him and he had a playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes, making him chuckle in response. Your hands fiddled nervously.

"What's taking them so long..." You muttered. Your nerves felt on fire and you couldn't stand waiting longer. You've already had to endure blood draws (miserable) MRI's (uncomfortable) poked and prodded (weird) and being told every worst-case scenario possible .

Logan had been with you the entire time, making sure you didn't go through anything alone. He listened to the doctors, let you squeeze his hand as the nurse drew your blood while he whispered encouraging things in your ear. He took in every word the doctor asked, and spoke up for you when things became a bit too much and you needed a break.

Your next procedure was a lumbar puncture, and Logan could hear the way your heart stopped and your blood running cold at those words. He immediately squeezed your hand, reassuring you that he was right there, that you won't be alone.

His hand pressed into your back soothingly, "Want me to go see?" He asked. You shook your head, you're not sure if you could handle being alone. Especially because you've been feeling the urge to run the moment you stepped into the hospital and you're fairly sure that without Logan's presence, you would have likely taken off by now.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I wish we can just go home now."

"I know sweetheart." He rests his chin ontop of your head. "You've so strong, you'll get through this- we'll get through this."

Just as he soothes you, the doctor comes in with the nurse who was pulling along a tray of supplies- needles.

"Okay! Sorry for the wait." The doctor clapped his hands in a cheery demeanor. "Do you have any more questions before we get started?"

You looked at Logan and he shook his head at the doctor.

"Anything else you need me to explain about this procedure? I will be walking through everything with you."

"No, thank you." You shook your head, eyes falling to the tray, Logan's hand moved to your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, well, lie on your side and when you do, bring your knees up to your chest, nurse Hathaway here will be holding onto you to help you stay in place-"

You nodded, moving to lie on your side with Logan gently leading you, always keeping a hand on you as assurance he was still there. Ignoring the sick feeling of dread in your stomach as your mind continued to picture the needles you saw on the tray. You lifted your legs up to your chest. The nurse stepped forward, but Logan stopped her.

"S'alright if I do it?" He asks.

Relief flooded you when the nurse nods. She explains to him how to properly hold you, and make sure that you don't wiggle or move around during the procedure.

Logan leans down over you, arms securing over you. You're immediately comforted by his presence holding you during this- but it didn't stop the fear.

"I'm right here." Logan comforts, his thumb brushed against your skin. He didn't take his eyes off your face, watching your scared expression with a broken heart.

As the doctor spoke up, explaining every single thing he did, you squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to hide your quivering lip and the way you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You braced from the numbing injection, and then the big needle. A harsh breath escaped you as you become uncomfortable and uneasy, and Logan talked you through it

"You're doing good baby," Logan coos, "You're getting through it-"

"Ah, Hathaway, could you bring a new tray?"

"What?" Your voice sounded full of panic.

"It's alright, just need to do it one more time." The doctor says. His tone gave way no worry, completely professional but it gave you no comfort.

You took a shaky breath. "Logan?"

"it's alright, I'm here." Logan comforts, a quick glance at the doctor - something you caught to be one of his famous scowls; before turning his attention back to you.

3 more tries, and the lumbar puncture was unsuccessful. The doctor gave you instructions on what the next step would be- as you barely contained your tears and tried to listen. As soon as he left, you broke down.

Logan immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as you sobbed and shook in his embrace. His shirt soaked from your tears, as you held onto him in a deathgrip. He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head, praise coming from him for how strong you were- that you did great, and everything was going to be okay.

He held you until your cries calmed, and once everything was finished, he helped you redress and held your hand as he walked you back to the car.

You were exhausted, sore, and wanting to go home and climb in bed and do nothing for a week.

Reaching home, he didn't let you take a single step. Carrying you out of the car despite your protests that you were fine, just shaken up, but he wouldn't hear it.

He tucked you into bed, putting on your favorite movie, and ordered your favorite food for when you're ready to eat. All you wanted was him though.

He climbed in with you, pulling you close into his arms, a hand softly petting your hair while you closed your eyes and took a deep breath- allowing yourself to feel safe again after such an intense day. Logan's body was warm- always is, you tease him for being a human furnace but this time it's everything you needed. His steady breathing helped you stay present, not falling back to the memories of the day.

"I'm proud of you sweetheart." He says gently breaking the quiet silence you both were in for awhile, tucking some hair behind your ear. "You did great today."

"I don't know..."

"You did." He reassures, his arms pulled you closer. "And whatever happens, I'll be right here for you."

[kewpiekitty]

hey so how do you think Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo and Asmo would deal with human reader just dropping this bomb on them, “I’ve been looking into a way to extend my life span, so I can be with you longer… what do you think?” (Solomon proves a human’s life span can be extended. He is immortal human). So yea, what they do with a normal human wanting to stay with them longer than they normally would be able too?

a/n: hellooooo lovely !! i'm sorry it took so long to get this request done. i have genuinely been trying to figure out how to write this and tbh i still have nothing but i don't wanna let you down so i'm powering through it !!

this one is honestly the super short and i apologize !! if i get more ideas i may come back and edit this !

∘₊✧── how asmo would react ! ──✧₊∘

once your classes are over you run home, excited to tell asmo about the information you've stumbled upon.

you quickly enter the house when you arrive, barging into asmo's room to tell him of your discoveries.

"asmo!! i have something i need your opinion on!" his arms wrap around your waist bringing you into a tight hug. he inhales your scent and exhales softly, not wanting it to leave his nose.

"what is it my darling?" he parts from the hug to look at you. but keeps his hold on your waist. your face beaming with the bright smile you're wearing

"sooo...while i was chatting with solomon today he brought up the idea of extending my life span. which means i'd be able to be with you longer! what do you think?"

his grip on your waist loosens as his arms drop to his sides. his face has a grim expression on it. he looks worried but not turned off by the idea.

he doesn't know how to feel ! he'd be split down the middle. on one hand he wants you to be able to stay with him forever and on the other he wants you to live a full life.

obviously he isn't the avatar of greed but he can't help but be selfish about this. he wants you...no...he needs you to stay with him forever.

asmo knows he'll never meet anyone else like you. demon, angel, or human. no one will ever be able to understand him the way that you do.

his selfishness aside he wants your opinion on the matter. are you doing this just for him? do you really want to live for the rest of your life?

"i think that it would be a wonderful idea honey. but i want to know how you feel about it. would you be willing to really go through with this?"

you tell him of course you want to, that's why you brought up the idea in the first place. with your assurance he agrees to the idea

the both of you run to solomon to ask him about the process of making you immortal. the feeling in asmo's chest is warm, knowing his darling wants to be with him forever.

∘₊✧── how diavolo would react ! ──✧₊∘

finishing the errands you had to run for the brothers, you go to visit the young demon lord. otherwise known as your boyfriend.

you walk into the castle greeting barbatos as he fixes something for diavolo. heading up to the ruler's room and letting yourself in.

the neutral look on his face disappearing as soon as he sees you. he gets up from his desk and hugs you, planting a kiss on the top of your head as well.

"my love it's so good to see you. i've missed you so much." the man towers over you as he wraps his arms around your frame. you giggle thinking about the height difference.

"i've missed you even more diavolo." he grabs your hand leading you to his bed, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. "here sit down my love. you must be tired from running those errands."

as you sit down next to him he sees the unsure look on your face. "what's wrong my dearest? is there something bothering you?" "no of course not! i've just been thinking about something recently." he looks at you waiting expectantly for you to coninue.

"how would you feel if i wanted to become immortal. so that i could spend a longer amount of time with you?" his eyes widen at the thought.

he would say it's a bad idea at first. he believes a human should live through their full life span. plus he feels like it isn't right to ask you to do that. of course he'd want that, but isn't that selfish to ask for?

"i don't know about that my love..." his response shatters your heart. "do you not want to want me to be with you longer?" you feel silly for asking such a question but he doesn't allow that for long.

"of course i do! i just couldn't ask you to do something like that for me. that is just such a big request. something that you can't change your mind about."

you place your hand on top of his. "diavolo i promise you this is what i want to do. i want to be able to spend as much time with you as i can."

you try your hardest to persuade him, wanting nothing more than to live the rest of your life with him. no matter how hard you try he's still hesitant.

in the end he'll say no. not because he doesn't want you with him. but because it's too big of a decision right now. this is something that you could never undo.

he'll shower you with attention since his response upsets you, but you understand where he's coming from.

∘₊✧── how solomon would react ! ──✧₊∘

you're in solomon's dorm room laying in bed with him. your head laying on his chest and your legs intertwined, his fingers trace shapes onto your back.

you lift your head up and a soft call of his name slips past your lips, interrupting the comfortable silence that settled between the two of you.

"i wanted to ask you a question my love." he brings his hand up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. a small smile growing as he sees you. "ask away pretty."

"you know how you were able to extend your life? what if i also did that? so i could stay with you longer than i'd normally be able to." the question stuns him for a moment.

his hand is still on your face as he stares into your eyes. you stare back, looking for any kind of hint on how he feels about your inquiry.

he suddenly sits up, pulling you up with him. both of his hands are laced with yours. "that's a great idea y/n!"

he would think it's a great idea ! he's biased of course but he'd still think it's a good idea.

he's been alive for hundreds of years and he's enjoyed his extended time. he'd enjoy it even more by spending it with you, he loves you s much and he'd be so happy just to be able to with you for the rest of your lives.

solomon would definitely make sure it's something you wanted though. he doesn't want you to feel like you have to do this.

once you promise him that it was your own idea in the first place he readily agrees with you, excited that the love of his life wants to spend the rest of eternity with him.

he'd begin to tell you all the steps he took to extend his life, teaching you about the pacts he made and how he made them.

you two would stay up all night talking about how to execute your plan. you've made a lot of friends here in the devildom and you. want to stay with them as long as you can. especially your lover solomon.

[emeraldmabel]

Kento Nanami Merch

Just a little fluff piece. Reader is an otaku and Nanami doesn't get it.

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"Is that another plushie of that hero guy?" Nanami sighs loudly, rolling his eyes while you open the package.

"Sure is!" you respond cheerfully, ignoring his attitude. You continue opening the package and pull out an Eraserhead phone charm, too.

"Sweetheart, where are you even going to put it? Isn't the 'Rubberhead guy' shelf in your office full?" he asks, hoping you will realize you should return these new collectibles.

You and Nanami had been dating for over a year, but you still weren't living together. He has stopped by after work to have dinner and brought in the package that was sitting on your front porch. Nanami doesn't understand your love of anime and manga, so, of course, he doesn't understand your desire to collect merch of your favorite characters. To him, it's just clutter.

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Eraserhead, or Shota Aizawa, not 'Rubberhead guy', and no, it's not full. There is plenty of space on it." You begin walking to your office and Nanami follows.

As he walks into your office, Nanami sees a new shelf has been hung on your wall. You also finally hung up the most recent painting you completed of a different beloved anime character, freeing up more space on another shelf. Nanami just doesn't understand your obsession with these fictional men, and, frankly, it makes him feel a little... insecure, though he isn't ready to admit that to you.

"Oh, you hung up that long haired, fire guy's painting and you put up another shelf, moving all that Sundown guy's stuff over there." You had found just the right spot for Eraserhead and you turned to look at Nanami.

Feeling exasperated, you sigh "Kiyoka Kudo and Twilight or Loid Forger. Kento, I've told you all their names a hundred times, and it's printed on the boxes, but you still don't remember. It's like you don't listen to me."

"Darling, I do listen! I swear. I... I just..."

You are running out of patience for this conversation. It isn't the first time Nanami has been critical of your collection and you are reaching a breaking point. You throw your hands into the air, shaking them towards Nanami as punctuation for your words. "What is it, Ken? You always give me so much shit for my collection. I don't get it! It's my money and my house. I can do what I want!"

Nanami is stunned. He didn't expect such a strong reaction from you. Realizing his mistake, he steps closer to you and reaches out for your hand. Looking into your eyes, he says, "I'm sorry, my dearest. You are absolutely right. I have no say in what you do with your money or your home."

You try to slow your breathing, as you absorb his words. He is still holding your hand, gently rubbing his fingers over knuckles. Nanami falls to his knees and pulls you towards him so his face is nestled into your soft tummy and his arms are wrapped around you. He holds you like this for a few moments before saying, "I am sorry. I feel so ridiculous, but I- I think... I think I'm jealous of these characters... how much you clearly love them."

Unsure if you heard him correctly, you ask, "Kento, did you say you are jealous of fictional characters?"

He nods, the side of his face still pressed to your stomach.

You grin, suddenly understanding everything. "Ken, do you know what I like about these characters?"

He shrugs. "You find them attractive? Though I don't understand the attraction to Eraserhead as he is so scruffy and unkept "

You laugh as a bit of satisfaction blooms in your chest. "I knew you knew their names! But, no, it's not just because they are attractive. They all have traits that remind me of you."

Surprised, Nanami pulls back from you and looks up at your face. "Really?"

"Really. Eraserhead is so dedicated to his students, guiding and protecting them because he is the adult. Twilight is dedicated to his job and family, and to making the world a safer place. Kiyoka Kudo has a strong moral compass which he does not compromise on following, and he protects the woman be loves from danger."

"You make it sound like I'm perfect. I'm not that amazing."

"You are to me, Ken. I collect these things because, yes, they remind me of the characters and stories that I love, but they also remind me of you. Unfortunately, the world hasn't created any Kento Nanami merch for me to buy. If they did, I would fill a room full of everything you."

Nanami smiles up at you gently, feeling relieved. "That sounds wholly unnecessary."

Smiling back, you say, "I would do it though. You are that important to me."

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A couple months later, Nanami is over at your house again for dinner and he is carrying a very long box. "What's in the box, Ken? I didn't order anything."

"I ordered this. It's for you. Please, open it." He sets the large box on the counter.

Pulling out a knife, you carefully cut though the tape on the box. Pulling open the flaps, you start laughing. You are face to face with a body size pillow of a shirtless Kento Nanami.

"So I can always be with you in bed, even if I'm not here. But don't stop. There is more."

You pull out the pillow, giving it a good hug before setting it on a chair. Under the pillow you find a custom Kento Funko Pop, a keychain that looks like his tie, and some stickers. "For your desk, your keys, and your water bottle or notebook. Wherever you want them, really."

"Ken, this is- I don't even know what to say. Thank you." You wrap your arms around Nanami's neck and reach up to give him a kiss.

"No thanks necessary. I just wanted to get you started on your Kento Nanami merch room."

Admiring the pillow again, you ask, "Who helped you with that picture on the pillow? You look so hot!"

Nanami blushes. "It was Gojo's idea. He took the pictures. He made me smear oil on my body. He said something about it making my muscles catch the light."

"Well, remind me to thank Satoru with a big basket of sweets, because I don't think I will get much sleep with that pillow in bed with me." you tease.

"The pillow can wait because I'm here to keep you awake tonight."

[bluesbonney]

🎲 with billy 😘

a kiss in parting

As you walk toward the corral with the horses, Billy follows close, his hand repeatedly brushing yours. It may have been an accident when he handed you a cup of coffee earlier, or when he handed you your hat before you left the tent. But now, it's not an accident. Each time he touches your hand it's like he's resisting the urge to grab it and hold it close so you can't leave.

"You got water? Enough food?" He keeps asking these questions.

Looking up at the light blue sky, with dawn on its way, you take a long breath. The air is a cool relief from the sweltering temperatures that will come later in the day. The idea that you'll have to endure it while on horseback brings a fresh surge of irritation to the forefront of your mind.

"What about money? You got enough?"

"Yes, Mom. I've been on a field trip before." You snap, knowing the snark will only annoy him. You didn't mean for the words to come out so snippy, it's just that you didn't sleep that much last night and you miss your horse.

And, well. You're afraid of another attack. Especially when it's just you and Charlie heading up north to buy a replacement horse for you. Getting Billy not to go was quite literally an entire night's worth of work.

"Hey." The firmness of his voice roots you outside the gate. "What was that?"

When you look at him, you find that he looks a little hurt, his blue eyes wide and his perfect lips parted a little. It stings, that you've made him look like a sad puppy. Which has never happened before when you've sassed him. But that was before...before all the nights together in his tent....before you knew that the feelings you had for him burned further than loyalty. Before that time you pushed him out of the way from a bullet.

Billy says your name and squeezes your arm. "You hear me?"

To distract yourself from anxiety, you play around with the unbuttoned cuffs on his brown shirt. The inside has some sort of pattern, a myriad of woven colors, and you study it to give your mind an anchor. The material is soft and you want to lay your head against his chest and feel it under your cheek.

"I hear you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped." You apologize.

He softens and lays one hand on your cheek. "It's alright. I ain't tryin' to pester you. You know I'm sweet on you. I just want you to be safe."

You close your eyes, wishing that you could just stay here. It's still early, you could say hell with getting a new horse. You could take his hand, lead him back up to that stupid tent you call home, and sleep until it's too hot. Then, you could go swim in the lake and just forget that there's wanted posters in town with your faces on them, side by side.

You'd rather have eternal memories of summer with him, but instead, this summer is immortalized as the one you become outlaws again.

Charlie strolls past you both, acting like he doesn't see this vulnerability, and takes his sweet ass time saddling his horse.

You allow yourself to slide a hand through Billy's hair, just once, and then give his chest a little pat. "Yes, I'm your baby and I'm not going to share my snacks with Charlie."

"Hey." Charlie looks up, offended, and it makes you laugh.

Billy brushes his thumb over your cheek before turning and grabbing his horse's reins. The creature is already saddled, he must've gotten up before you did (so fucking early) and gotten him all ready.

"Alright, up you go." Billy sets a hand on your back as you place your foot in one stirrup, grab the saddle horn, and then swing on up into the saddle. Billy pets the horse's neck and hands you the reins. "He knows ya."

Sitting here, in his saddle, you're struck with a bizarre realization that Billy has stupidly long legs. Of course, you know this. You sleep next to the man every night. You've certainly taken your fair share of appreciative glances at them. It's unfair how nice his thighs are. You think about last night, face heating, until you remember that everyone is looking at you.

Clearing your throat, you adjust your hat and swing your ankles out a little bit. The stirrups couldn't be further from your feet.

"These stirrups aren't gonna work." You joke, fiddling with your gun belt.

Billy grins as he pats your knee. "I'll fix it. Here, leg up." He holds your calf as you move your leg up to rest by the horse's shoulder, and then gets to work readjusting the stirrups. Once they're at the proper height, he shoots you a smile. "Better?"

"Much."

"Be back-"

"Before the sun sets, I know." You pretend to be annoyed.

He squeezes your knee. "Finally fixed the guitar. I'll show you how to play when you get back, yeah?"

The message threads itself through his words. You're coming back. No matter what.

Charlie has ridden up to the top of the hill to give you and Billy some privacy.

So, you lean down as best as you're able, tangle one hand in Billy's hair, and pull him into an urgent kiss. He sets one hand on your thigh for support and his fingers squeeze, just enough to let you know that he wants to show you more than how to play the guitar later.

His lips move against yours with a firmness that makes your head spin. He tastes like coffee and slight smoke, smells like those too, and you hope the scent gets stuck in your hair. You pull his bottom lip between yours softly, tugging just enough to get him to make that little sighing noise.

Another thing that'll be stuck in your head all day.

When you break apart, he looks ready to pull you down from the saddle and throw you over his shoulder. But he doesn't.

He only gives you that slightly crooked Billy grin, and fixes your hat on your head.

"Go on now, Charlie's waitin'."

[mla0]

i think with me, sometimes the reasons why some people hate a character are why i love them in the first place. i love character arcs and just characters with heavy flaws in general, including characters who genuinely do heinous things while still trying to do their best and having good* intentions. i just find that so compelling and realistic. i think vinny and shaun are both in that category for me, but it certainly doesn't only apply to them; i just think their personalities and plotlines were the most interesting for me.

i liked the plot twist with vinny. loved it, actually. made me like vinny as a character way more than i did when i thought he was just some.... well, everyman. it made me see everymanhybrid so much differently than before, it recontexualized huge moments that happened before that i initially didn't even care about, because we only just learned that those were actually huge character moments and we just didn't know it yet. it added a whole new, flawed layer to the series that i adore. vinny seemed to be such an average, good-guy character who sometimes did stupid shit. then you find out that much of it wasn't accidental at all, but instead a desperate attempt to save himself and whoever else he was capable of saving, at the cost of others, and his own dignity. the lengths he went were extreme and unjustifiable to many, but that's what i liked. it showed that vinny is a human, for better and for worse. what lengths would you go to in order to survive?

i like that shaun can be a huge dick sometimes- she can be intentionally blind to the bigger situation, in denial to protect herself from something terrifying even though it hurt her family, and you can see her struggle with that. doing something like that hurts and feels terrible, but is still something she chose because she was afraid. she sided with a close friend over her family because of the comfort of familiarity, of what "makes sense." it's coping with something that is fundamentally terrifying to come to terms with. it's fucked up in the viewers eyes, but to someone in that situation you can understand why it happened. you can hate it, but still see yourself in it. then you also see moments of kindness, including between the two siblings, and you get a more full picture of her as a whole. she's chalk full of conflicting messages and i adore that. she cut off michael in one of the last few videos, but then refused to give up his location even when facing death. she gets angry, she fucks up, but she's still unwilling to doom those she seemed to hate even when it could've saved her life, even when being lied to about all that happened. getting the mix of her flaws and virtues (along with the same for the other characters) was probably my favorite part of this series.

anyways, you see multiple facets of their characters, some loveable and some hateable, but even when they do horrible things, it only makes me find them more interesting. it's not quite like a villain in how they're "evil" or have bad intentions despite sometimes being complex themselves (HABIT, for example), because they're regular people, but you watch them fuck up over and over again while still understanding where they're coming from, and recognizing that many would fall into the same trap, because nobody is without their vices, their selfishness, and their blind-spots. so many people, including ones who think they'd be better in that situation, wouldn't be if put to the test. they'd fuck up, they'd do awful things either to save themselves or for their perception of the greater good, and i love that. i like to see how people can break down and degrade in such horrible situations, while their humanity and ultimate "goodness" still exists at the same time, creating a conflict between how they're still a good person at heart but willing to do bad things if they feel it's justified. it gives a glimpse into your average person's breaking point and general morality, which is rarely strictly good or justifiable, nor purely evil or irredeemable.

also, it opens the doors for me to write compelling redemption arcs, which i've also always loved. i love seeing bad people get better, and good people get worse. like i said before, what would you be willing to do to keep yourself alive?

[cowboyreid]

spender ...

[quatregats]

Why does my brain think the maximum amount of time you should spend learning and polishing something is like a week?

[marchsfreakshow]

Austin getting toys for Wolfy for during the full moon.

Like, a Kong feeder made for a bear or smth that he fills with a whole ass jar of peanut butter or pumpkin puree or smth okay for them to eat.

A slow feeder, so they don't get totally bored while they're in that state. Big yoga balls they can play with, and a plastic paddling pool that Austin makes sure is clean and filled every month.

And a big comfy space for them to sleep, with plenty of blankets and clothes that smell like him.

(Yes, Wolfy is locked in what the cleaner assumes is just a kinky sex dungeon, and yes they use it for that a lot of the time, but it's not what the room is made for-!)

(Maybe he does his research and looks up what zoos use to keep wolves happy (I did) so that damage to his apartment is minimal)

And once he's sure Wolfy is down and safe and no longer all wolfed up, he goes all in and makes sure they're okay, patching up any injuries - taking a day off, hell taking a week - just to make sure that they're okay and not in that monstrous headspace.

Austin clicked his fingers. "Hey... hey, look at me, Puppy... eyes on me," he murmured firmly, cupping their chin. Wolfy whimpered, but slowly met his gaze. They sniffed softly, a sob bubbling behind their lips. "You're alright, Puppy... I got you, nothing happened. Nothing's gonna happen... I've got you." His words were barely processed; Wolfy was in too deep, but they could feel the warmth behind them and clung closer to him, shaking out a couple sobs. They tried to speak, but their voice came out a garbled cry; a yap, not a howl or a growl as they usually made. "I know..." Austin murmured, rubbing circles into their back. "I know, sweet thing..."

...I got a bit carried away with this one...

THAT LITTLE BLURB AAWWHHH it's like they're stuck in a little sub headspace or something after the fact, feeling so bad for becoming this way even though they didn't cause any big damage to the furniture, themselves or anyone else.

Depending how far Wolfy went into themselves it can take a lot of soothing. :((

"you're such a good puppy. You are, believe me baby you did nothing wrong..." He's continuingly cooing them, carrying them into the bathroom and fixing them a bath with all the good stuff. A floral scent like lavender or something is calming enough that Wolfy spends an hour or so in the bath, with Austin occasionally topping the hot water up when he feels it going cold.