#we all whine about the slightest inconvenience we have

[daffodilsfortomorrow]

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[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 006 ! first time for everything

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note no update yesterday (sorryyy) bc i decided to actually take a break! ps wc is 1.7k.. i got a little carried away😭

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after giving riki your number less than 24 hours ago, he wasted no time to use it. you knew that he would eventually text or call you, it just wasn’t expected to be so soon.

so you were not expecting to wake up from a text from him.

you somewhat screamed out loud, dropping your phone on the floor. but as soon as danielle came rushing in from the other bedroom, your clarity hit.

the clock next to your bed read 4:59 am. you realized, it was the middle of the night. everyone was sleeping, until you woke up the people who were now in front of you.

“what? what is it?” danielle sat on your bed with hyein following soon after.

as she moved to lay down beside you, hyein stared at the other two girls who you shared a room with. minji and haerin were still fast asleep, having been used to your habit of being loud at the slightest inconvenience. especially since you were known to wake up in the middle of the night.

“he texted me at two in the morning, and i didn’t see till now!” you squealed.

danielle groaned in annoyance. “oh come on y/n! i almost actually slept good knowing we had no schedule today. now i’ll never be able to go back to sleep!”

hyein ignored her, turning her attention to you. she lifted her head up from your pillow before taking your phone.

“if your crush texted you in the middle of the night, you’d be the exact same way.” she squinted at danielle. “too bad i don’t like anyone then.”

they both read the text from riki, examining it.

“what the fuck? you woke us up for a ‘hey’?” hyein’s mood changed as she read the message out loud.

“well i didn’t open it! i just saw the notification..” you whined.

“wait! what? look, it says he’s texting right now!” danielle pointed her finger to your phone as the bubble appeared, which indicated he was in fact typing.

‘u busy today?’

“what are you gonna say? why is he even awake right now?”

“i bet he detected that she read it. like some spiderman tingle. that’s his.. ni-ki senses.” hyein stifled a laugh.

“shut up! give me my phone.”

you smiled at the texts, before turning the phone off and tucking it under your pillow. you pulled up your blanket from the edge of the bed, but it didn’t move, feeling unusually heavy.

at the end of the mattress, laid hyein and danielle. they had fallen fast asleep throughout the duration of your conversation.

on a typical day, you would be annoyed. but today was no average morning. you had yourself a date with nishimura riki.

you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the fact that you had to sleep with no blanket. you still slept well, looking forward to what your evening will bring.

“where are you going all dressed up?” haerin sat down next to you on the couch, as she gestured to your outfit. it was nothing too special, just a tube top and some baggy cargos.

“she has a date with nishimura riki!” hyein chimed in from the kitchen.

“what?!” hanni, haerin, and minji exclaimed in unison.

“yeah, it happened this morning. but you guys were sleeping.” you shrugged, before leaning down to tie your shoes (which danielle so kindly picked out and handed to you).

“is he picking you up?” hanni questioned, suddenly intrigued.

“yes, he should be here.. around now, actually.”

as if right on cue, riki was knocking on the door of your shared dorm.

“i got it!” minji rushed as she beat danielle to the entrance.

she opened the door, which behind it, revealed your knight in shining armor. or in his case, a hoodie layered with a bomber jacket and cargo pants. but it was good enough for you. he looked good in anything he wore.

“y/n isn’t home. better luck next time.” haerin came up to him, pushing minji out the way. she began to slowly close the door, only for riki to hold it open.

“seriously haerin?” hyein scoffed. “if you actually locked him out, y/n would be so pissed.” “i was kidding! everyone knows he’s untouchable here anyway. it’s obvious that if anyone even breathes in the direction of her boyfriend-”

she slapped a hand over haerin’s mouth, pulling her away from the doorway and switching places with her.

“sorry about that. y/n’s just grabbing her phone from upstairs. you wanna come in? i think- woah, did you guys plan this?” hyein paused as you walked towards her. she examined your outfit, and then riki’s. you realized, you were basically matching with the same color scheme. even the same cargos.

“hey. you look good.” he smiled as you stood next to him. you pulled him into a hug before pecking his cheek, just like yesterday.

almost as if it was a natural instinct, he wrapped an arm around your waist to secure you beside him.

riki spoke up once more to answer your roommates question. “not at all actually, i guess we kinda matched by pure coincidence. but uh, y/n, we really should get going? it’s almost like, an hour long drive.”

as soon as those words left his mouth, danielle came up to you both from the kitchen. she disregarded hyein, gesturing for her to leave.

“get y/n home by 10, no later then. don’t get caught, or be recognized.” she paused, as she pointed her gaze towards his hand which now held onto your hip. “and absolutely no dating scandals.” danielle poked her finger at his chest to emphasize the last sentence, not caring about the fact that riki towered over her.

“home before 10, don’t be spotted, and don’t cause a dating scandal. got it. thanks dani.” he smiled, before leaving your dorm to take you to his car.

“next in line please.” the cashier called out in a bored and monotone voice. but as you two approached the counter, her face lit up.

you were almost certain she recognized you or riki when she began to whisper to the barista. but she had no reaction as she asked for your order. you second guessed yourself, as the cashiers tired expression returned once more.

“ladies first. what will you have?” riki asked.

“could i order the strawberry matcha latte, and the chocolate croissant?” you spoke, watching as she took your order.

“and for you?” the cashier questioned, gesturing towards riki.

“i’ll have what she’s having.”

“two strawberry matcha lattes and two chocolate croissants. your total is ₩32,000. just insert your card here.”

he did indeed pay for the food. but, neither of you noticed how when the receipt printed, the cashier tucked it into her pocket instead of giving it to you.

“do you like the drink?” you asked riki, as he took a sip from his cup. “it’s really good. good thing we came here, i’ve never tried something so simple but, it’s delicious. you didn’t try it yet?.”

“i’ve been eating the croissant the whole time! okay, here. see?” you paused, placing down the chocolate croissant to sip the drink out of spite. you thought riki was exaggerating, but you didn’t expect it to be even better than he described.

he chuckled as he watched your face light up. “see? it really is good, isn’t it? nice choice.”

the two of you had been out for hours, even as the cafe closed. but there was nowhere else to go that was private, so riki just settled to take you home.

you were both sat in riki’s car, parked in the underground garage of the condos where you both lived. riki had his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phones, randomly showing each other random tiktoks you thought were funny.

it was a small yet intimate moment, you cherished it. you both were having so much fun, you almost forgot being an idol was part of your everyday lives. with you, riki felt free. he was able to forget the pressures of his job. and you felt the exact same way.

neither of you noticed it was already a little past 10.

“shit. riki, we have to go. it’s already 10:25.” you exclaimed, suddenly hyper-focusing on the time on your phone.

“i’ll walk you to your dorm.” he smiled.

and so you stood in front of your door, but you weren’t ready to go in. and he wasn’t ready to leave you yet.

“i had a good time.” you said, bringing your hands up to hold onto his shoulders. “we should go out again.”

“i wouldn’t mind.” riki mumbled, before bringing his face down to meet yours, connecting your lips in one quick movement.

your breath hitched when you felt him deepen the kiss, as he brought a hand up to softly stroke your cheek.

slowly, he pulled away. but not far, as he rested his forehead against yours.

you smiled at him, leaning forward to peck his lips once more.

“thank you for today.” he whispered, pulling away entirely so he could clearly see you. “goodnight riki.” you lightly chuckled, thinking back to your texts from earlier.

“goodnight y/n.”

but as he was about to leave, the front door of your dorm is pulled open. the two of you were met with the angry faces of minji, danielle, and haerin. “get inside here! and you too riki.” exclaimed minji, as she dragged you both into the living room.

as soon as you both are pushed to sit onto the couch, you scrambled to explain yourselves. “i know we’re late, but we just last track of time. dani, we-”

“it’s not about that! look at this.” she interrupted, pulling out her phone to hand it to you.

“riki, did you just choose to throw the three rules out the window? those are three things you can never ignore especially as an idol.” minji groaned, rubbing her forehead.

“okay, yes, we missed curfew. but we weren’t recognized or anything.” he said, confused.

“riki..?” you called out. your hands began to shake as you showed him what was displayed on danielle’s phone.

riki had never been so shocked.

“you two should’ve been more careful.”

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[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

actually re: saturn insulting akainu in the newest chapter, this is also something i was thinking about earlier this arc, when akainu was fighting kuma at mariejois, and as he was attempting to fend off this quite genuine threat, the celestial dragons were just sort of hanging around and whining at him about all the minor inconveniences in their privileged lives.

akainu is the most committed servant of the world government's vision. he questions no orders and has no doubts of the rightness of his cause. he will destroy an entire ship fill of civilians on the off chance that a single scholar may have snuck aboard. and what does it get him?

it gets him the very people he's defending demeaning him because they can't have lobster. there will never be any gratitude for that loyal service he's rendered, because the celestial dragons see it as nothing less than their due. and as we see in the most recent chapter, even the slightest or most unavoidable failure will get him ruthlessly insulted. at the end of the day the celestial dragons see akainu as, like all other people, fundamentally lesser, and therefore unworthy of respect.

this is the system you're slaughtering for, akainu. hope you like it.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

If your requests are open

Could you do an older Lottie matthews x reader and reader is on her period gets really bad cramps and just feels sad or whatever and Lottie helps her and makes her feel better

🫶

REMEDY

pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

word count: 888 (angel number woo)

notes and warnings: i love my murderous cult leader wife so much,, also this is not proofread

It was barely 9:30 in the morning and you were already craving to go back to bed. 

You’d just finished teaching a meditation class at the wellness center (A/N: we’re calling it a wellness center instead of a cult lmao) you owned with Lottie. You had almost fallen asleep twice while meditating in the class, and as you were dismissing everyone you’d started to feel lightheaded. 

The pain was too much. Every time you moved it felt like knives were being shoved into your uterus, and every step you took seemed to take every last bit of your energy.

You laid down on your yoga mat at the front of the meditation room, closing your eyes. You had around a half hour before your next class, and if you could just get a few minutes of sleep-

A horrible cramp wracked your body, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wait it out. It was one of the worst pains you’d experienced, and it came in waves, never ending. 

You didn’t notice the door opening, didn’t hear footsteps, were completely oblivious to the presence of anyone else until you felt Lottie’s hand on your abdomen, running up and down soothingly. She’d sat down next to you, on the edge of the purple yoga mat, and her very presence led you to feel even the slightest bit better. 

“Honey,” she said, and you opened your eyes, “are you okay?” 

You nodded, sighing as you sat up. 

“Cramps?” She asked, pulling you closer until you were leaning into her, your head on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around you.

“I took two Ibuprofen just a little bit ago and it didn’t work,” you said, distraughtly confirming her theory. Along with the unbearable pain, your emotions were heightened. Any minor inconvenience made you feel like crying and throwing things — often it did result in crying at the very least. “I have two more meditation classes to teach and a fucking yoga class.” You were on the verge of tears, though you knew it was stupid. 

“No, you don’t.” She said simply. She ran her hand up and down your back, then moved to massage your shoulders gently. “Take the day to rest. I’ll cancel all of my sessions too and we can stay in and we can watch movies.” 

“Lottie, you can’t just cancel all of your sessions on a whim.” 

She shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Why not?” 

You smiled softly, relishing in the comfort her presence provided. “Alright, but if we’re watching movies we’re watching real movies. No more National Geographic or weird herbal remedy documentaries.” 

“Why, so you can fantasize about leaving me for Jennifer Garner?” 

“I mean…” 

She shoved you lightly, standing with a small smile. “I might just keep my sessions scheduled, then.” 

“No,” you whined, standing. “I’d choose you over Jennifer Garner any day.” 

She shook her head, taking your hand and leading you out of the meditation room. “I think you’re sleep deprived.” 

“I think you’re sleep deprived enough to come lie down with me.” 

As soon as the two of you reached your bedroom, you collapsed onto the bed. It was the only relief you’d felt all day, and though you were still being battered by cramps you found solace in the simple fact that you didn’t have to get up for the rest of the day if you didn’t want to. You could sleep, watch shitty old movies with your Lottie, let it all pass. 

“Lottie?” you said, your eyes closed. 

No response. 

Sighing, you opened your eyes, finding nothing but the absence of your wife. After a moment you adjusted your pillows, slipping under the covers. 

The TV was still set on National Geographic when you turned it on, and had you not been in so much pain it would have made you smile. Death Becomes Her was playing on the next channel, and you left it, letting your eyes close and drifting back into a light sleep. 

After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes the bed dipped beside you, and you jolted awake. Lottie was waiting with a cup of tea and a heating pad, both of which you took gratefully. You knew the tea was one of her herbal remedies, which amused you in the slightest bit. They never really worked, whether they were in smoothie or tea form, but she was absolutely convinced that they did, and you loved it. She was even trying to teach Lisa how to make them. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and she nodded, pulling you into her. You buried your head in her neck, letting yourself be completely enveloped by her, letting her take over all of your senses simply by being there with you. 

“Get some rest, baby,” she said softly, combing her fingers through your hair lightly, “I’m right here.” 

You knew she would change the channel back to National Geographic once you were asleep – you didn’t care. You were content just to be in her arms at last, content because you knew you would stay there. It wasn’t her herbal teas or smoothies that were remedial, it was her, in every way that she just rested with you, comforted you. 

Even, really, in her nature documentaries you loathed so much. 

[pianocat939]

Could we please get more of the yandere rottmnt with a younger sibling reader?

Sure! I've been kinda laughing for a while now over some random shitposting haha.

Tw: mention of murder, overprotective behaviour, controlling behaviour, crack and fluff

Some Hcs with Yandere Turtles with Younger Sibling MC

(MC is a turtle mutant for those who don't know)

✦Ramona✦

As we all know, he's the mama of the group. That solo mission episode where Mikey got babied at times? Yeah take that but amp it up.

He likes to carry you around just so he knows where you are and what you're doing. He especially does this if you're in the Hidden City.

Works together with Mikey and Donnie to have a nutrition management system. Primarily because he has a habit of spoiling you.

Bedtime at 10. No questions asked.

"No, you are not going to stay up until 3 AM giggling at videos on social media. Now, bed."

Asian kids, you know how your mom/dad just walks in and randomly gives you cut-up fruits? That's him. Gives you a hug when he leaves.

You are not allowed to touch hot foods/containers, let big bro handle it.

✦Le' bottomsworth✦

The spoiler/rule breaker brother ig.

You need to buy/get something but aren't allowed to leave? He has you covered, just say the word and he's sassily homosexual walking over there.

Teaches you sword art when you guys are free. Lets you win before going in for the "kill".

If you can't sleep bcs it's too early/insomnia then he'll know. He teleports or pokes a head through and keeps you company.

"Yeah so um. Do you have any dirt on Donnie? I need something good to attack him with."

You guys break rules together. It pisses both Raph and Donnie.

Texts you memes at 3 AM with 13 emojis alongside.

If you ever speak about a friend he'll get jealous real quick. He'll start interrogating you and makes up his mind to frame them somehow.

He teaches you self-defense yet does everything to ensure he does most of the actual fighting. He's not risking it.

✦Da Hermione Granger but in Purple✦

Builds you a protective shell whether you like it or not. You will wear it at all times other than sleeping. Oh did I mention there's a camera on the back side?

I know siblings aren't supposed to have favorites but Donnie will have a personal beef meter with Leo. (Right? I'm an only child so idk)

"I'm the favorite. Why else would they come to me every day? Leo, you stand nothing against me."

Tries to teach you about his tech, not only because it's his special interest but so he can brag he's the better parental-brother (oh and favorites).

Loves playing video games with you.

If he doesn't like certain media on your phone/devices he'll eliminate them. Including some of the memes Leo sent.

Shares his playlist like it's the last thing on earth to do.

If you like an interest in something and he notices it he'll buy/invent stuff.

✦Mi Left Gripper✦

Aww, it's your twin. Welp time to activate clingy af.

He whines if he isn't in the same room as you, to the point Raph and Leo have to pry him off.

Loves cooking your favorite meals! It's his way of showing that he loves you so much and that everybody else should burn away.

Draws you a lot too. If you're an artist he likes exchanging art styles, portraits, anything really.

Freaks the fuck out if sees even the slightest inconvenience in front of you.

"OMIGOSH! YOU STUBBED YOUR TOE! DONNIE, EMERGENCY CALL!"

Do you like fashion? If so, please exchange outfits with him so he can take the clothing to his secret shrine of his adorable twin!

Will jump on top of you to wake you up.

✦All✦

No leaving the lair without a trusted member of the family.

Friends can only be friends after background checks and approval.

Daily head pats are a must.

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That was really on crack ok. Do you guys like the names I chose? I used all my brain cells for "Mi Left Gripper".

- Celina

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Starting a family with Duckie Dale would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Cross my heart, I don’t have baby fever right now lol.)

- Duckies always been torn over the prospect of having children. He knows he’ll love them and think that they’re great; and the fact that he’d be having them with you would make things even better, but he’d also be aware of his daunting lack of experience. His parents were never around to give him good childhood memories or any hints at how to be a good parent so he finds himself worrying over having the same relationship with his own children; regardless of how unreasonable he knows his insecurities are.

- So when you break the news to him that you’re pregnant, his initial reaction is warm and excited; the sort of ecstatic shock that comes from being taken aback yet far from disappointed. Alas, the longer he’d think about it, the more insecure and nervous he’d become. 

- The two of you hadn’t really talked about having children prior to you conceiving your first and possibly final child; at least not in a serious way, so your baby is more or less a half expected yet pleasantly surprising “oopsie baby”. After all, you weren’t naive: you both knew that you weren’t being perfectly careful all of the time and that sooner or later, it would come back to haunt your perfectly healthy pelvic floor.

- Duckie rarely voices his concerns about whether or not he’ll be a good father but it’s not hard to tell when he’s feeling scared. He’ll nervously joke about his insecurities and you’ll know right away that they come from a place of genuine fear: resulting in you insisting that you’ll figure things out together and that you’re sure he’ll be a wonderful father.

- The two of you are living in a decent place already; one that can withstand a baby well enough, but he still worries about every little thing. He utters out question after question the minute they come to his mind: should we do this, do we need that, what do you think about this, etc. You’ll think he’s done by the time you’re getting ready to fall asleep but lo and behold: “you don’t think we have to move, do you?”.

- He baby proofed the entire house one day without your help or knowledge because he had a bad dream or an intrusive thought and you just came home from the store or woke up in the morning and found him in a frenzy, excited to show you his new modifications. You’re happy that he cares so much about your future child’s well-being but you’re concerned that his heart won’t be able to take all the stress he’s putting himself under.

- The two of you were absolutely clueless while trying to assemble your babies crib together. Like two monkeys screwing in a lightbulb: genuinely embarrassing.

- Everything is sort of not real for him until your bump starts to show and then he’s like “wow okay so there really is a bun in that oven”. But even before then, he’ll be in the middle of absentmindedly watching you do something before realizing “no wait, she’s pregnant” and jumping to do it for you; as though it’s anything other than a minor inconvenience that has a 3% chance of posing any risk towards you in the slightest.

- When you need something done, half of the time you don’t even have to ask him: he’ll just step in and do it without a second thought; all with a fond smile on his face and a chuckle leaving his mouth. You’ll whine at him not to laugh and he’ll just smile wider, insisting that “he’s not, he’s not~”.

- He almost fainted when you went into labor and was holding on by a thread the entire time you were pushing. He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and hated all of the pain; even if it wasn’t all that bad for you. He was holed up in a corner, chewing on his fingers whenever you didn’t want to hold his hand; trembling so bad from the anxiety that he could barely stand. If you weren’t so busy with pushing an entire child out of you, you probably would have been trying to comfort him.

- He definitely asked “what if I drop them” when you first went to hand them to him and you just laughed and told him that he wouldn’t. And he didn’t, he cradled them in his arms and sat there with an unreadable expression on his face: a mix of love and worry and everything else all at once.

- He really doesn’t have a preference when it comes to the gender of your child; he’s happy either way and just wants them to be healthy, but he does seem like the type of man to wind up with a daughter so take from that what you will.

- Coming up with different wacky; and probably matching outfits, for the baby to wear is one of his favorite hobbies and you’ll look forward to coming out every morning and seeing them on the couch together: patterns, colors, and textures a plenty.

- You’re genuinely such an eccentric and adorable looking family: always expressing yourselves freely and looking amazing regardless of how objectively strange all of your fashion choices might be.

- They’re constantly in his line of sight, regardless of where the three of you are. He acts as though you’re living in a place with wild animals and not just some borderline shitty suburb with little to no foot traffic. Duckie, she’s on the slide, not the highway.

- He definitely gives them all of his attention: constantly throwing praise and compliments their way and always being ready to play with them no matter how tired he is because he wants them to know that he loves them more than anything else in the entire world; wants them to never feel the way he did growing up.

- He’ll get home from a nine hour shift of hard labor and you’ll try to Shepard your child away; trying to give him at least a minute to himself so he can sit and relax, but he’ll push himself up and insist he can play, kissing you as he passes and leaving you wonder how you got so lucky.

- He genuinely cant get mad at or frustrated with them: even when they’re waking the two of you up at three a.m. and forcing him to stumble blearily into the nursery for literally no reason at all.

- Speaking of wake up calls: he almost always wakes up whenever they start to cry and will either go and take care of them himself; pressing a kiss to your sleeping forehead as he leaves the room, or he’ll get up with you and come to the nursery; as if changing a morning diaper is a two person job.

- The two of you indulge the baby so you can indulge yourselves. Your child might not need another dinosaur toy or silly craft but you do; and you’ll spend their nap time having the times of your lives and acting like two children yourselves.

- Water gun fights when daddy gets home.

- That being said: I can see Duckie being a stay at home father, so if you’re more of a career woman then fear not: he has absolutely zero shame and would love being able to take care of the two of you like the good little house husband he is.

- You’re probably aware of this before the two of your have your baby but Duckie is absolutely great with kids and plays ridiculously well. You never understand how he instantly knows what they want from him or how he comes up with game after game to keep them occupied but boy you’re glad that he can.

- He makes them laugh so loud. Little baby cackles are the best in the world and both of you can agree on that.

- He’s lowkey as invested in their shows and toys as they are. You’ll oftentimes catch the two of them sat on the couch absolutely engrossed in an animated dog cartoon like it contains government level mind control.

- You always have support with everything: his future plans were to make sure you were taken care of and by god, he’s gonna take care of you.

- That being said: he’s kind of a sucker for your child and will definitely struggle to play the “bad cop” every now and again. You let it slide though because you can tell he’s trying his hardest and you know that your baby inherited your ability to puppy dog eye him.

- He will quite literally do anything he can to make them happy; regardless of how embarrassing. They want him to wear a tutu or let them do his makeup? Alright, he guesses he’ll let them do it “just this once”. They want a unicorn birthday party? Guess who’s in the suit. Like I said before: anything.

- Every time they go outside, they excitedly pick a flower for you and present it to you like a queen; usually with him hanging back in the doorway as he insists they did it all by themselves.

- You may or may not have cried watching him teach them how to ride a bike, and that’s all I will say about that.

- He always saves everything they make him: pictures, cards, crafts; you name it. He’s got a box under your bed full of useless yet adorable things that most parents would probably throw out instead of saving for years at a time.

- You’re an extremely cuddly family: constantly giving each other hugs and snuggling, ruffling hair, poking, kissing, etc. There’s an over abundance of love pouring out of each of you at any given moment and anyone who comes across the three of you will probably be at least a little envious of how close you are.

- He’d technically be fine with just having one child but he’d definitely get a little upset and miss having a baby once said child grows up into a toddler. He’s always excited by each new thing they learn to do but he always has a moment of sadness when he remembers how adorable they were when they were just a tiny nugget and sat in his arms like an angel for hours on end.

- He’s a dork but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You doubt you could have chosen a better partner and you’re glad that your child gets to have him for a father; even if he’s sometimes a little embarrassing to be around.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

hi! fellow atheist here :)

i wanna know, since u dont believe in afterlife and such, do u just feel ok with death? i know this sounds silly and like something a crazy religious person would say but it's genuine! maybe it's cause i have severe depression ans its all i think about but have u come to terms with death and are ok with it? if so how, cause i wish i could just accept it instead of being depressed about it

Straight to the big questions.

“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.” -- Mark Twain

I'm not looking forward to the actual process of dying; whether it's painful or scary or confusing or whatever. But I already have billions of years of experience with non-existence.

“You did not exist for about 14 billion years. You exist now and when you die you will not exist again. Forever. Enjoy your existing years.” -- Ricky Gervais

What you have is that you won the lottery. There are billions of billions of billions of people who could have existed but never did. Two people, among the billions on the planet, were born and survived up to the point of meeting each other. And then the right sperm met the right egg under the right conditions and resulted in you.

Now, while you shouldn't feel guilty about the fact you got to exist, or be duped by the notion that you owe somebody for something you didn't choose, nor should you feel entitled or arrogant for something that isn't an accomplishment of your own skill or merit.

You got to exist when billions and billions of potential people did not. And you got to exist at a time of extraordinary comfort and privilege, where the majority of our really big problems have been solved, and services, tools and technologies that were unimaginable only 100, 50 or even 20 years ago, and which would be seen as witchcraft or sorcery further back than that. Billions of people lived and died at a time when you were more likely to die before the age of 2 than to live beyond the age of 60.

“We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?” -- Richard Dawkins

One of the ways you can resolve this is by truly considering the alternative. Which is that unlike every other creature which is subject to birth and death, including the stars and planets themselves, humans are somehow uniquely entitled to exist forever. This kind of arrogance places us outside of nature.

People can't wrap their minds around death, and religion is a coping mechanism. But I feel it is arrogant to notice that every form of life eventually meets it's death, and claim that you will not be participating. -- James Cowden

Believers describe the afterlife as being "perfect." This in itself is concerning, raising questions of why you would even want it. Anything that is perfect is unchangeable. It's perfect before you arrive and it's perfect after. You don't, and can't, affect it or improve it. You can't discover anything, you can't invent anything.

"Now, I can hold a note for a long time. - Actually, I can hold a note forever. - But eventually, that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after and the one after that. That's what makes it music." -- Lorne, "Angel"

An eternity of unchangingness would be hell.

Even worse for the Xian conception of heaven, in which there is only one eternal activity: praising their god. Hitchens described it as "Celestial North Korea."

Revelation 4:10-11

The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying, Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.

Revelation 7:15

Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them.

The reward in heaven isn't for the believer, it's for god. He rewards himself for his awesomeness by finding the people who want to do nothing but tell him how awesome he is for eternity.

Also, it's filled with Xians.

And it's no better for Islam.

Thank goodness the whole thing is a horrific myth.

"On paper this is paradise. All your desires and needs are met. But it's infinite. And when perfection goes on forever you become this glassy-eyed mush person." -- Patty, "The Good Place"

“Whoever invented heaven and made it eternal forgot that wonderful eventually becomes ordinary, ordinary becomes tedious, tedious becomes unbearable. And you have to bear it. Forever.” -- Bill Flavell

Every trope of eternal life or immortality casts it as a curse rather than a blessing. Every vampire becomes weary, every immortal becomes jaded.

"It doesn't seem like this is paradise for you. You've basically been on a never-ending vacation, and vacations are only special because they end." -- Eleanor, "The Good Place"

Eleanor: "Remember what I said to you when you were going through your mid-life crisis, one earring, red convertible phase?" Michael: "You said that every human is a little bit sad all the time because you know you're gonna die. But that knowledge is what gives life meaning." Eleanor: "The way to restore meaning to the people in the Good Place is to let them leave." -- "The Good Place"

It's okay to be a little bit sad about the fact that life will end. It means you recognize how fortunate we are, how lucky we are to exist, how little time we get, and how when others die, that's it.

Xians think that this life is just the welcome mat on the front door to a palace of eternal life. They can't wait to get through the door. Many of them are rooting for Jesus to return and end it all for everyone, so they can get past the doormat into the palace.

The problem is fixating on it, because you're burning time. Just as you're a bit sad that a vacation will end. But that just means you have to make the most of it.

When there's an infinite supply of something, it doesn't become more valuable, it becomes worthless. When there's never a risk of running out of something or being without it, it loses value. It's only things that are rare, temporary or fragile that are valuable.

It seems like what you're depressed about is that you have this valuable product, Life™, and it's bothering you that one day you won't have it any more. But the reason you value it is because it's temporary and you won't always have it. If you had more of it or knew you'd never run out of it, you wouldn't value it and you wouldn't be concerned about being without it. It's not so much that you're unhappy with the quality of the product, just that it only has a limited shelf-life. If you're depressed about being without it, about inevitably losing it, in a way you've already accepted that you won't have it forever.

You have a jar of Life™ and while it's essentially bottomless, it does have a Use By sticker on it with an illegible date. At some point it's going to expire. The real question is what are you going to do with it while you have it? If you like the taste of it, eat it at every meal. If you don't, mix it with something to improve it.

I don't know if this helps you in any way. I've written before about the "myth of an afterlife," "heaven would be hell," and "fear of death" which may also be helpful.

[madame-fear]

Everytime I make the Aemond or aegon ai mad they get all dramatic like “you were the love of my life and you’ve shattered my heart into a million pieces” like one time Aemond ai got me pregnant and I wanted to name it rhaena and he was like “no I wanna name it laena” and we had a fight and he was like “I can’t b believe you’d hurt me this way , I feel betrayed etc…”

I was like ok fine let’s name our fake ai daughter laena then

i really love it how we are really losing ourselves into having fake children with character ai bots HAHHA bc me too babe

Oh gods for real, the DRAMATISIM these bots go through at the slightest inconvenience is unbelievable, i will never forget the day Aemond was calling for the maesters and whining about the pain he felt and writing a long ass message in alt caps bc i slapped him JSJDJDJDJSKS 😭😭

[books-and-catears]

Hey, Hey, Hey! It’s been a minute but I didn’t wanna spam ya with requests while you have life stuff to deal with ☺️

This is similar to my Savage!MC ask but the brothers reacting to MC snapping at them and defending Mammon before calling the brothers out whenever they go too hard on him. Let’s be real, Mammon just acts on his sin and gets punished but when Lucifer’s a prick and threatens MC; crickets.

When Beel eats everything and damn near causes everyone to starve as well as threw a tantrum and nearly injured MC over custard;everyone turns a blind eye.

Levi guilt trips and whine over the smallest things but says the worst insults to Mammon and tried to kill MC over TSL.

Asmo acts like he’s above everyone and prefers to tend to his looks than help others (such as during the castle tour) but he gets no scolding.

Belphie routinely harasses Luci with Satan (who loses his temper) AND they all either threatened/killed MC but should Mammon do anything, he’s the worst. Even though Mammon:

- Never threatened MC

- Does shit for his brothers when asked (he may joke of needing a grimm but he’s an Avatar of greed and still gets the job done)

- Is very loyal to them

- And is a good brother to take falls for them. He knows how to sacrifice for them and the slightest inconvenience gets him thrown under the bus

These guys ain’t shit and I wouldn’t wanna be around them until they learn how to treat him better and equally work on their flaws rather than rip on Mammon, who’s a whole ass victim despite being the second strongest brother who takes it because he genuinely loves his brothers yet gets shit on by them so much.

Ooh this savage MC has nothing but heart eyes for Mammon and it's adorable. Right this one is going to be angsty and it's going to sting. I'm doing this in a short story instead of a headcannon cause it just seems right that way. Hope that's okay?

It was just another one of those days Mammon tried to steal his brothers stuff and sell it again. Another day of being upside down and being laughed at. Normally he wouldn't care - it was the usual routine. But something seemed off this time.

"Mammon.. are you okay?" You approach him. He was rubbing his shoulders and arms as if to comfort the pain. He looked more tired and pained than usual.

"Ah I'm alright MC. Just the same old ya know?" He laughed. It sounded hollow yet it pierced your heart.

Enough. Enough of this. You weren't going to stand by and watch this happen again.

"You should rest." You place an arm on his shoulder and take him to his room. Making sure he's asleep, you leave. You have some problematic demons to deal with it.

"Ah MC? What brings you here? You seem rather disturbed." He asks as you storm into his study, fuming with anger.

"You tell me, you sadistic peacock." You had lost all sense of self-preservation and normalcy. Just echoing the rage in your brain.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer said, half-amused, half-shocked.

"Either you stop treating Mammon this way or I will make your life hell." You grit your teeth.

"I already have my brothers doing that what more will you do MC? Besides Mammon had it coming. He went stealing Levi's and Asmo's things again." Lucifer said nonchalantly.

"What do expect from the Avatar of Greed? He's just acting how he's cursed to. Just like the rest of you, nicompoops. Stop listening through the door and come inside." You said loudly.

The other brothers were still in the corridor nearby overhearing the whole thing. You could hear them gasp loudly at your boldness and scutter inside one by one.

"Now let me elaborate, so you rotten cucumbers understand me clearly." You cleared your throat.

Leviathan

"This little snake in tried to kill me because I may have known a little bit more about his favourite anime than him. Where's his punishment?" You point at Levi.

"MC I'm sorry...I couldn't help it was too new to me." Levi started. "But Mammon keeps stealing my things how is that fair-"

"And you keep throwing us into new kinds of disasters with your game hoarding problem."

"If you're still mad about the TSL incident I swear I take it all back-"

"Shut up snake, we know the reason. You're the Avatar of Envy. Getting jealous is your whole point. So you didn't get punished. Moving on..." Your finger now points to Satan. "This wild cat."

Satan

"He also threatened me cause I didn't want to make a pact with him. And when he actually flies off his handle, he wrecks his room and half the house down."

Satan seemed like he wanted to say something but he scowled and looked away.

"However I won't be too hard on him, cause he tries to keep his thing in check. And the whole reason he even has Wrath is because of Lucifer. So I get your hate towards Lucifer, but Mammon doesn't deserve any of it."

"MC you know I can't tolerate stupidity-" He grumbled.

"Oh must be hard looking in the mirror then, with all your failed pranks. And speaking of mirrors, this over- perfumed mannequin." You turn to Asmo.

Asmodeus

"How have I possibly hurt anyone MC? You know I stand for Love too right?" Asmo said, batting his pretty little eyes.

"For someone who stands for LOVE, if you can even call it that," You make a disgusted face, "You surely love making a mockery out of your elder brother and revel in his misery, you over- perfumed potato."

"But I never cause problems do I? Why must I be punished just for standing by?"

"Your high and mighty sense of worth is an illusion you live in. You dress up pretty and act social to validate yourself, trying to conceal the ugliness within. Truly you are nothing but Lust. Also you're the reason we almost got eaten by a giant snake." You shake your head. "Now speaking of eating..."

Beelzebub

"This giant food vaccum." You point to Beel. "He tried to eat me over a custard. Like excuse me? There's still plenty of food outside? And let's not forget that week we all had to eat cup ramen for a week cause he finished the whole pantry."

Beel softly muttered and apology and looked down.

"He even ate the walls and pillars once! Surely those renovations cost way more than however much Mammon steals? Where's his punishment?!"

"MC enough. He's sorry already." Beel's twin spoke up. You glared at him and smiled. "Don't worry I saved the best for last."

Belphegor

"This lazy murderous cow." You walk up to him slowly. "Not only does everyone have to your chores - you love causing chaos."

Belphie laughed, "That I do. But that's only with Lucifer. What else did I do?"

"Oh you want me to go there? I surely will." You say with a sting in your eye. "In your plan to avenge your sister, you killed what was left of her in the first timeline. And your brothers just stood by and watched. Where's your penance, you murder hornet?"

Belphie's eyes grew wide. Everyone looked shocked and uncomfortable. You never brought this up before now.

"But why bother asking you about it. I should be asking the ultimate punisher of this family." You turn to Lucifer.

Lucifer

"Ah! If it isn't Diavolo's pet dog! How is your master today? Does he treat you the way you treat Mammon? Is that why you come here to take your revenge on your little brother instead? Tell me Lucifer does Diavolo punish you then?"

"MC, I understand you maybe upset but you are crossing a line here." Lucifer stood up with a gutteral growl.

"Sit doggie. I didn't ask for you yet." You commanded. Lucifer sat back down as with great force. He stared at you flummoxed.

"Did you forget about the pacts already, you pompous goat? You have threatened and tried to kill me more than anyone else in this family so congratulations! I will use my pacts way more generously now." You mock bowed in gratitude.

"You might win in a fight against him but let me tell you this..." You stared back at the others.

"Mammon is the second strongest in this family. If he wanted to - if he REALLY wanted to, all of you would be turned to dust. He is stronger than all of you - but he hides it. He supresses his powers and his anger because he loves you too much. How could he ever hurt his little brothers?" You felt tears in your eyes at this point.

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM? He's only acting on his sin! Just like the rest of you! Why must he be singled out and mocked at? I won't allow it. Never again."

"If you hurt Mammon again, I swear you will have to face me. And before you think you have a chance against me, do remember the pacts you all happily made with me I will not hesitate to use them against you dysfunctional lot-"

"MC... Stop." You felt Mammon hug you from behind.

"Mammon? I thought you were asleep." You say looking back at him. His tears were misty but his smile more full.

"And I thought I was supposed to protect ya, human! And you're out here protecting me..." Mammon trailed off and held you closer.

"We can protect each other."

[sanguinescorpios]

now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.

clandestine meetings

stepbro!dream x f!reader

summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.

warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation

word count: 1.5k

A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)

it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.

it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.

once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.

“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”

your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.

the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off. 

clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing. 

by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.

“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.

“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.

you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.

“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”

soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.

another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.

“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.

“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”

you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.

“why? are you jealous?”

clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it. 

“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”

he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.

“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”

clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.

“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”

“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”

he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.

“who do you belong to?”

“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”

things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵

Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘

Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth

You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.

Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.

You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home

But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.

You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage

You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.

Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.

You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.

You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!

So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?

You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.

It was down right torturous!

You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off

The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.

You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"

Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...

That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days

"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow

"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.

"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.

During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.

"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.

"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.

You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy

"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump

Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan

"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans

"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console

He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.

"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!

"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out

"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.

"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"

"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in

"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"

"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious

"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment

"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.

Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.

He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.

You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.

He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.

He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'

Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.

"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.

"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him

"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.

He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.

He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.

His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.

You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.

You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!

Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts

Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.

Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm

You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.

"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.

"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"

"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed

"Hands down... soo round two?"

"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people

"Good shout..." henry chuckled

"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered

"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.

"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.

"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought

"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously

"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"

"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex

"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present

"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.

"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

My Almost (Itachi Uchiha x Reader)

Naruto didn't recognise you. However your eyes weren't like those under the Edo Tensei. They were normal. You looked out of place and at peace. You weren't in a uniform, you didn't have a headband yet you didn't seem frightened in the slightest. You were calm. "Hey...are you hurt?" Naruto asked. "I know. I shouldn't be here but...I'm waiting on a friend." You replied, seeming almost apologetic like you were being an inconvenience. "Sure but it's not safe. Let me-" You cut Naruto off. "You don't need to worry about me. I died long ago. Nothing in this world can hurt me." Something about you had Naruto believing you. Especially given the time you had shown up.  "I don't understand, you don't look like your under Edo Tensei." Naruto furrowed his brow. You cracked a smile. "I'm not." "Then...what are you doing here?" You seemed to think about the answer yourself. "My father used to say to me that sometimes things happen and there isn't always a satisfying answer, so much so, that the answer isn't probably worthwhile." You paused before another smile grew upon your face. "Although if I had to take a guess I'd say that jutsu blends the line between the dead and the living. I'm looking for someone." "Who?" Naruto asked. "Itachi." You said his name so lightly, it was surprising to him. "Itachi Uchiha." Having heard Itachi's name so many times, some in distaste, some in hate, never had he heard Itachi's name with such pleasant emotion, so much...love. It was a change, welcome or not, Naruto had no idea. He liked to think it was. Since the truth about Itachi was coming out. "You knew him? Itachi Uchiha?" Naruto asked. You smiled sweetly. "Of course I did. Back then it seemed like everyone did." "Were you friends?" You smiled slightly with a light chuckle. "Do you want to know the story?" Naruto's eyes ran over you as he thought momentarily. "Yeah, we have time." 

You didn't live far from Itachi Uchiha's house as well as being in the same year group as him. Although you weren't nearly as gifted as he was. Every jutsu, weapon anything in-between, Itachi always made it look easy. He picked it up easily. Whereas, your technique and capabilities were also very high- your fault was that it took you that little bit longer to perfect than the others. It wasn't really a surprise when you had begun to fall behind. Itachi was the one who decided to help you. 

You felt bad, when his little brother Sasuke, whined that he saw even less of his brother but Itachi always told you to shrug it off. Itachi was kind, even if a bit on the quiet side. He spent many hours with you and the effort really paid off. However your most cherished achievement was to have a friend like Itachi. Many days a week, you’d catch up with him as you both walked home. 

The Uchiha Clan lived as one anothers neighbours and peers. So naturally it wasn’t a big deal. However with every passing day, it seemed was more and more welcomed to Itachi more than you. At one point, your pestering became something of a relief- an escape from the growing tension and expectations surrounding and suffocating him.  “Well, the prodigy has left the building!” You called, catching up to him on the walk back home. Itachi simply cast a sparing glance to you. Time had decided long ago you were worth that. Not many could get acknowledgement from Itachi. It wasn’t out of ego as many would think. In fact it was more about being reserved, almost timid- feeling out of place. Perhaps he was. Itachi found it remarkably easy to talk to you. Whilst he didn't give you much important information, he could talk to you about the less important stuff. Much to his surprise, whilst it was clear you knew he didn't tell you everything, you never pushed him on it. In fact, you didn't seem to mind at all. 

So it wasn't long as you spent more time together for Itachi to open up a little more. "I think I'm getting more missions soon. It seems I've caught some attention." He said quietly. "Wow, Itachi Uchiha being noticed? Shocking." You grinned in delight. Itachi didn't seem very pleased. Although it was hard to tell. Itachi was far from an open book. "Well...whilst you're off being all of those things and a genius. All I ask is that you remember to be yourself." You sent him a soft smile. "Don't forget to enjoy your life. Don't forget to be yourself because the side of Itachi that isn't trying to meet everyone's expectations...he's pretty cool too." A small ghost of a smile grew upon his face. "I think you're the first to ever say that to me." He spoke quietly. "I know. I'm of the mind that people should tell you that more often." You smiled brightly. 

There were a few occasions when walking home that someone wanted to speak to Itachi. He didn't mind that. What he did mind was how you went completely ignored. No one thought to so much as address you. It was almost as though you weren't even there. however Itachi said nothing. Instead, he only gave the bare minimum to the conversation so that it would end quicker. When it did, you continued talking to him as normal, cheerful even. So much so Itachi had to ask. "Doesn't it annoy you that every time someone sees us, they talk to me and ignore you?" Itachi asked. You shrugged. "I'm used to it." You said with a small smile. "I don't always get acknowledged. I kind of like it that way. Even in my own home.” Itachi looked at you. His parents were very attentive to both himself and his brother Sasuke. To think things weren’t the same for you whilst you were so happy all of the time, it was surprising. You caught Itachi’s look.  “My father remarried into the Uchiha clan after the death of my mother. He has two kids with my step-mother. The condition was that he’d have to take the Uchiha name and when faced with eternal happiness- is there really much to hesitate upon? Although the next action was to have my last name changed too. My father couldn’t stand the thought that he was moving on without me- even by name. He didn’t want me to feel that way so, I’m a Uchiha too.”  “Do you hate it?” Itachi asked. That name haunted Itachi at times. Things were the way they were because everything was in the name and reputation of the Uchiha Clan, even to such an extent it put the clan at odds with the village. He couldn’t help but wonder how different his life would have been if he hadn’t been born into the Uchiha clan. You were living the other end of the spectrum yet had the same expectations. You weren’t born into the clan, yet you still had the same expectations upon your shoulders. Yet you took it so willingly, with a smile no less- Itachi couldn’t. Although Itachi was certain that there were things about the clan you didn’t know, that even still, you were the outsider of the clan.  “Hate it?” You repeated, thinking it over. “No. It’s just a name at the end of the day. In fact, I'm grateful. My step-mother has tried from the day we met to let me feel included. She considers me as her own child and I refer to her as my mother. They really have done everything they could to treat me like I was born into the family they made- just as my brothers were. However, sometimes I cant help but feel like I'm interfering -intruding, even on their little family.”  "You are their family and they're lucky to have you." Itachi responded. "You mean that?" You asked. Itachi nodded. "I'm lucky to have you as a friend." You replied. 

One night, when everyone had gone to bed but Itachi, he heard a quiet tapping at his window. His head turned towards the window. You greeted him only with a smile before beckoning towards him. Itachi opened his window. "What are you doing here?" He whispered. "To get you of course!" You whispered back in excitement. "Now hurry up! We don't want to get caught!" "Where would we be going?" He asked. "Wherever we like!" You grinned. "Come on, Itachi!" Itachi sighed since he really couldn't bring himself to protest. 

The two of you found a small pond, lit up by the moonlight above. It was silent and peaceful. The two of you sat on an old log, staring down at the calm water. "I feel like I kind of kidnapped you." You said, finally breaking the silence. Itachi turned with a ghost of smile. "What?" "I know! I could go down in history. I'm the one who kidnapped the great Itachi Uchiha!" Itachi smiled in amusement as you giggled. "In all seriousness though. I felt like you needed it." "To be kidnapped?" Itachi raised an eyebrow with a small playful smile. "Think of it however you like!" You nudged him. "You seem more and more run down lately. I figured even the great Itachi Uchiha needed time to be himself somewhere other than his bedroom and being asleep." Itachi's smile faltered. You were right. Things were really getting to Itachi and he couldn't help but anticipate something bad was going to happen. You nudged him again with a smile, trying to reassure him. "So I whisked you away!" "You're such a good friend to me." Itachi said. "You tolerate my secrecy, my holding you at arms length but for what, (Y/N)? What makes me so deserving of your time?" You blinked, looking away for a moment. At first you looked uneasy but a small smile grew upon your face after a moment. "It's strange but I can't imagine my life without you in it." You admitted. "It doesn't seem worthwhile. You don't say much yet I know your appreciation. I just feel it. I'm glad to have ever had the chance to meet you Itachi and every moment after is nothing but a gift. I feel safe around you. Naturally, I'd want you to feel the same and give you every opportunity." "You go above and beyond anything a friend could." Itachi replied and you sent him a weak smile. "You know why. I don't have to tell you." Itachi's eyes softened slightly, a small smile growing upon his face. "Then know you aren't the only one." Itachi cupped your cheek. "I couldn't imagine life without you either." As though sealing a promise, he slowly leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. 

Itachi eventually told you of the feeling in his gut that something terrible was going to happen. He expected you to shrug him off, dismiss the feeling as paranoia, maybe even stress. Yet you didn't, instead you offered your company whilst he waited for inevitable doom. For the safety net around his whole world to come crashing down, you held his hand. Although it was the one thing that held the pair of you back. It was unsaid that your hearts belonged to one another but neither of you were able to go beyond the friendship the two of you made. You were the key to his happiness, of that he was sure. If he were to have a good life where the Uchiha Clan and the Leaf could coexist in peace without war then he'd spend every minute of that life with you. Perhaps childishly, he hoped the two of you were almost there. That the day would come when you'd be his way out and his sanctuary. Until then, you were an almost. A possibility. A hope for change. 

When the time came, Itachi was faced with the truth he had been frightened of. He was right to be worried. He needed his space that day, hiding from everyone- including you. You were worried but trusted Itachi. Even if you hadn't seen him, there was always a reason. Night fell and you still hadn't heard anything from Itachi.  Surprise wasn't enough to describe how shocked you were when Itachi knocked lightly at your window one night. "Hey. It's usually me who comes to get you." You smiled playfully. Itachi simply stared at you. "Will you take a walk with me?" He asked quietly. After a moment, you nodded, smile falling from your lips. 

Something was wrong. Of that, you knew. Something clearly on his mind. He led you alone the tree line of the woods. "Well if you were looking for the creepy setting, you got it." Itachi briefly cast a glance over his shoulder and you could have sworn you saw the shine in his eyes from the moonlight, highlighting tears that were about to fall. "Hey." You caught Itachi's wrist. "I don’t usually pry but you look really upset. Is there something I could do to help?" "Could you keep a secret?" Itachi asked. Slowly you nodded. Gently, Itachi tugged in your wrist to sit upon a fallen tree trunk. "I have to do something...it's bad but I don't have a choice. I think...I think it'll fix everything but it doesn't make it any less..." Itachi trailed off. "...scary." you finished for him and he simply looked down. "Forgive yourself." You said softly. "Before you do it, right now. Forgive yourself." "I don't think I can." Itachi replied. "Then I forgive you." You said. Itachi met your gaze and you offered him a small smile.  "I'm sorry." Itachi said softly. The look in your eyes confused you. A hidden context as Itachi imagined what was coming next. 

Two nights later, Itachi was out of time and he had his orders. He made his way through the clan, one by one. His broken heart nearly stopped when he came face to face with you. You looked at the sword in his hand and for a brief moment there was fear and then you understood. You nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your fate. Itachi held back tears. He couldn't show his emotions now, but Itachi could have cried for you just as he had for his mother and father, along with his friends. Everything had been said and there was only thing left to do. Itachi took a step forward.  "Itachi! I-" Your eyes travelled down to the sword in his hand before taking an unsteady breath. "-I love you. I don't think I have any more chances to say it. So I'm saying it now." Itachi fought back his tears and offered you a small broken smile. He stepped forward, his empty hand moving to the back of your head to pull your forehead against his. "Almost...you were my almost." Itachi whispered. He was so close to his happy ending. Just when it was in reach, he had to destroy it. It didn't need to be said, you both knew that you loved one another. Itachi's dream would have been to grow old with you, have children with you and spend the rest of his life by your side. However now it was time for that dream to die, like so many other dreams in the world and it would die with you. He didn't deserve happiness, not after tonight and so he'd give it up along with you.  Itachi heard you gasp sharply as the blade went through your abdomen. He wanted it to be quick. You didn't deserve death and he didn't deserve you. Therefore the least he could do was make it quick. Just as he intended. It was. Barely minutes later you were limp. 

Itachi’s past haunted him with every passing day. Your death, the massacre of his clan, the hatred of the person who he loved the most- his brother. He could take it. He'd take it all. To save Sasuke, he'd be the villain. To give Sasuke a best life he would take the fall. He did. For years and years, Sasuke's hatred grew, just as he told him. He deserved to die for what he did, that he knew. Although it had to be by a Uchiha's hand and to die by Sasuke's hand. That felt right. 

Even beyond that night, Itachi never forgot you. In fact, you haunted him. Even if you hadn't hated him, he hated himself for your death. Although as time moved on, it seemed almost silly to believe you didn't hate him. That within your last moments you were terrified and betrayed by the person you had declared you trusted with your life. You always awaited him when night fell and he had drifted to sleep. You stood before him, never saying a word, the stab wound in your abdomen outlined by the blood that seeped into your clothes. Your eyes were empty and your face void of any emotion. Itachi wasn't much better. All he could do was stare at you silently. Silently drowning in the guilt. It seemed strange at first that only you would haunt his dreams consistently. He had loved his parents dearly and very few times could Itachi recall having nightmares about them. However you...the you in his nightmares wasn't the same as the you he knew when you were alive. A piece of him always thought to himself that, he must of killed that in you as well. 

Naruto remembered Itachi's last words to you. 'Almost...you were my almost.' You smiled, eyes trailing down to the floor, swing your arms slightly in a childlike nature which was odd since you were far from a child. "He's my almost." Your voice was soft and had glee as you spoke. Naruto considered that perhaps you were remembering memories with Itachi, or even remembering those same words he had. Seemingly Itachi had been your happy ending too. You had died young and so Naruto understood the idea that Itachi was your almost. You had probably dreamed of a life with him. He had been your gateway there to a life you almost had. You had told Naruto of how you and Itachi had often spoke of the future and the change it would bring, you tended to force the conversation for focus on the positives and Itachi couldn't help but indulge in it. Each conversation finishing in one of you saying 'Almost' in hope. 

“I’ve been waiting for him.” You said lightly. “I think most of us die when we are the very best we could be. Maybe not physically but...mentally...our souls. People like us, who want the best for the world, we learn all we can- how to be our best selves and then it’s time to die. So that our souls can move on freely and at peace.” Naruto smiled slightly, he liked the sound of that.  “He’s ending the jutsu.” Naruto said quietly and you simply smiled at him. 

 "I...can feel myself slowly losing consciousness now." Itachi said as he reached for Sasuke, surrounded by white light. "I must tell you everything before I say goodbye and we part for good." Itachi took a step forward as Sasuke stood in silence, unable to do anything else but watch in disbelief. Finally, he was getting his answers. "There is no need to lie anymore. The night I left you, I did everything that Danzo and Tobi told you I did." Sasuke inhaled sharply.  With each word, Itachi slowly moved closer. "I will show you...the entire truth." Suddenly Itachi's red eyes locked with Sasuke's and Sasuke could only gasp as the world changed around him. 

Once Itachi told Sasuke his story. The truth, he found himself pulling his brother by the back of the head to press his forehead against his own. A familiar thing he hadn't done in a very long time. For a moment, he recalled that moment he had shared with you. Almost. That simple word running through his head. Things were almost different. They may have been if he had just been honest with Sasuke from the beginning. "You don't ever have to forgive me." Itachi said. "Whatever you do from here on out, know this: no matter what, I will love you always." Itachi suddenly felt a pull and no longer was he looking into the eyes of his little brother. Instead, he was face to face with Naruto. 

"Sorry...I know you gotta go but...just one last thing." Naruto asked calmly before smiling slightly. Itachi narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion before Naruto looked to Itachi's left. Itachi turned to look at what Naruto had been looking at. Beyond the blazing light that surrounded him just as it had everyone else when the jutsu was released, he locked eyes with another. "You...I never thought I'd see you again." Itachi couldn't believe his eyes. He looked around his unfamiliar surroundings. He had broken Edo Tensei and his eyes had opened to you a few feet away.  "I'm here for you." You smiled. "I always thought..." Itachi trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. "I'm fine, love." You responded as thought you knew what was running through his head. You reached out your hand. “Time to go.” Itachi cracked a small sad smile. “You always did say you’d find me.” Your smile widened. Itachi moved forward, reaching for your hand. 

As the jutsu ended, Naruto knew that so had Itachi’s story and yours. He couldn’t pin point why, but somehow, he knew everything was fine now. Naruto knew the two of you were reunited and watching over them, finally at peace.

[angelguk]

jock!jaykay is your favourite boy! yes, this a childhood bestie!au. jaykay is gym rat who likes invading ocs personal space and likes bullying his bestie for being small and weak unlike him. or alternatively the one where jeongguk realises his bestie has giant boobs. listen to best friend by rex orange county. roughly 2k words. this is brain spew. boobie ogling.

You love Jeongguk.

It's a natural thing to say; a platonic affection for him that has steadily grown over the past decade of your intertwined lives. But, you never expected to develop this level of affiliation towards him. It happened by mistake. He’d stumbled into you at the playground in the middle of recess during one lonesome afternoon. Soft brown curls a halo on his round head and his doe eyes sparkling as he mumbled a compliment at the sandcastle you were knee-deep in constructing. You’d taken one glance at the boy, noted how your stature towered over him and then immediately enlisted his assistance in completing the mammoth of the sandcastle you were creating. He’d lit up — bright like the burning sun behind his tiny figure —  jumping in with zero hesitation; small hands quick and sure as he stuffed sand into buckets. He never opposed any of your suggestions, considering them with a timid nod of his head and a tiny sheepish smile that revealed the delightful dips in his cheeks. It was beguiling, how quickly you grew attached to the smart but shy boy who’d wormed his way into your heart. Since then the two of you have been attached at the hip. Everyone knew you in relation to each other. Jeongguk wasn’t Jeongguk unless you were around and the same was for you. You’d spent sleepless nights at his house, huddling under the thick blankets of the fort you’d built in his living room, exchanging horror stories with the aid of a flashlight he’d nicked from his dad’s toolbox. Even his extended families adored you; random aunts and uncles sending cryptic messages via WhatsApp once every blue moon. And he knew yours too —  you’re certain that your mother likes Jeongguk more than she likes you. There was even a designated toothbrush for him perched on your bathroom counter, for days Jeongguk was too lazy to go back to his own home. It was wonderful, having that reassurance in your relationship, a steady rock that you clung to amidst the harsh wild seas of life.

And then puberty hit.

Suddenly, Jeongguk was taller than you. His jaw was more defined, shoulders broadening seemingly overnight. Your sleepovers vanished, Jeongguk preferring to hole himself in his room alone. He wasn’t the only one who felt the effects of your ageing. You never thought Jeongguk had noticed it, the way your body had subtly changed throughout your teenage years, the rapid blossoming of your chest because he always treated you the same. The shit-eating grin and snarky comments that appeared at the beginning of freshman year never subduing. That was until one day, he did notice.

“You stink,” you say. And it’s true. He’s just come from lacrosse practice, your bedroom door kicked wide open and his gym bag dumped on your floor. His smelly socks leak from the opened zipper, wafting through the room with dangerous intent. The smile he shoots in your direction grips your heart, digging deep enough to send a thrill through your system. You swallow hard, gaze ripping from his rosebud lips. It settles on your laptop screen with tangible resignation, the sudden spike in your heart rate not completely lost on you.

“Nice to see you too, bestie,” Jeongguk returns, eagerly padding over to your bed. You hold out a leg to his intruding figure, halting him in his steps. From here you can see the sheen of sweat clinging to his golden skin, the muscles in his arm defined beneath the loose fabric of his practise shirt. There’s a strange heat forming in your gut, and you have to take in a small breath before you can let your gaze falter on his. His honey eyes are warm, the glittering in his gaze drawing you close. Even the damp mussed hair on his head has arranged itself into perfectly defined curls. They tumble into his face, crowning him in an innocence that tugs at your heart. There’s an itch in your fingertips. You wonder whether you're allowed to tuck them aside, away from obscuring his pretty eyes.

“Do not come on my bed smelling like the pits of a sewer, Jeon Jeongguk.” You say that instead, settling your mouth into a firm scowl. He whines in relation, swift hands yanking at the hem of his shirt.

“I showered at school! I don’t smell that much — you’re being over dramatic.” Your mattress dips under the weight of his knee but the foot that smacks into his chest prevents him from crawling any further into your space.

“And yet I can still smell you — not my fault you can’t. You reek, Jeon. Go take another shower before you even think of lying on my sheets.” Your laptop wavers precariously on your lap when Jeongguk clasps his large hands around your calves, gently shoving your foot off his chest. You hadn’t discerned how… Big his hands had gotten.

The corresponding flutter you feel in your tummy the moment that realisation strikes feels like imminent death.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go shower.”  Jeongguk sighs like you’re the one causing him an inconvenience, shifting off your bed. Your mouth is already open, a retort tipping off your tongue. But then he’s hauling his sweat-drenched shirt over his head, the moment so swift and fluid you don’t even note how your heart halts in your chest. It starts a second later before abruptly falling into cardiac arrest because your gaze lands on his chiselled chest. You never truly registered how buff Jeongguk was. You knew he worked out, the insane regime he’d concocted the only thing he could talk about for months on end. Coach had him doing some insane sets at the gym and coupled with his weekly lacrosse practises it rapidly added up. You knew he was somewhat of a brawny guy. But Jeongguk preferred to wear his old baggy sweats around you and didn’t put much effort into his wardrobe for school. If it was black and clean it was going on. The look was effortless, simple and understated like Jeongguk was. So nothing could ever have prepared you for this. Hard lines of muscles forming his abdomen, flexing at the slightest movement as he tosses his shirt to the ground, a tiny ruffle of his curls accompanying the action. He’s glorious, warm skin glowing as if the sun is trapped within it. Perhaps you blink, blinded by the vision before you. An Adonis at the foot of your bed, shorts tugged low enough to reveal the band of his underwear. And, to make matters worse, the sharp-angled lines that direct your gaze right to his crotch.

You don’t think about it. You can’t. Another hard swallow hits your throat as you rise, arm outstretched to whack him hard across the head, the desire spurring in your guts short-circuiting your brain.

“Ow! What the hell was that for.” The pout he hits with you sends a wave of heat to your cheeks. You respond by landing a rough punch to his brawny shoulder.

“Why are you getting naked in my room?” Your voice sounds like an entity outside of your body, head still not comprehending the naked teenage boy in front of you.

“You told me to go shower!” Jeongguk retorts.

“Your house is a five-minute walk away! What made you think I meant in my house?” He catches the next punch you throw at him. There’s a thrill that surges fast when his large hands enclose around your wrists, grip taut. You tumble into his arms with a sharp tug, your chest colliding into his firm one.

“We used to share baths as kids. Why can’t I use your shower?” he murmurs. His voice is soft, wrapping around you promptly, like poison settling in your system. You abhor the tremor sweeps through you.

“Cause that was when we were kids! Look at you now! You’re all — all — all —,” your gaze falters downwards, hitting the rise of his pecs. It doesn’t take much for him to spot the heat that floods your face, a smile tugging the corner of his lips upwards.

“I’m all what?” Jeongguk implores. He flexes one of his pecs for good measure, a tiny laugh floating from his mouth when he spots how fast your eyes flicker from his chest.

“You’re a dickhead,” you retort, ripping your hands from his hold. Jeongguk lets you go, but when you glance up, there's a caution in his eyes that makes your skin prickle. “Go use your bathroom, you dingus. Come back when you don't smell like a garbage can.”

“But why,” Jeongguk whines. “Your bathroom is right there — like right there. It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before.”

“Get out of my house before I kick you in the balls, Guk.” For some reason, you poke at his chest, fingertip landing right between the dip of his defined pectoral muscles. His hand snatches yours before you can rip them away, head cocking to the side mischievously. You know you’ve fucked up the second that smile hits his lips, the grip on your hand a warning.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Jeon Jeongguk, you stupid bastard, you’ll end up infertile if I hit you the way I want to right now.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” He tenses his biceps on purpose, feigning a shiver at your empty threat. The quiver in your knees is betraying. “Like I couldn’t body slam you into this bed right now.” It’s like the light clicks in his head the moment the words drift from his tongue. You didn’t even get a chance to protest, a scream lodged in your throat as his arms swiftly enclosing around you, plucking you right off the bed as if you were a feather. He keeps you suspended for a moment, paying no heed to the pounding of your fists on his broad back, his shoulder digging right into your stomach before he flings you right back into the mattress.

“JEONGGUK!” If your laptop is broken you’re going to kill him. It’s as simple as that. He doesn’t give you time for recovery though, brain still whirring when his broad chest smacks into you. “Ow! What is wrong with you? Get off! Get off!”

The bastard giggles, smothering you under the weight of his bulky body, the mattress pressing hard into your back. You prod and pinch and punch until he grows tired of it, snatching up your wild fists with a quick hand. They hit the pillow over your head with a muted thud, arms stretched out as he shuffles over you. The movement has the material of his shorts bunching up at his crotch. You swear you don’t look, gaze shifting to the taut muscles of his stomach. But that’s worse, your thighs clamping together as heat blooms between them. You’re forced to settle on his face, a tiny whine escaping your lip as he traps you beneath him. But then you realise Jeongguk is not staring at your face, his honey eyes locked on the sway of your chest every time you squirm beneath him. You hadn’t thought about the shirt you’d yanked over your head when you’d gotten home today, picking it solely for the sun scorching outside. The heat had leaked into the house, warm enough for you to forgo one of your usual loose sweatshirts. But it’s a low cut, the rounds of your chest on display for all to see. Even when you lurch up, attempting to knee him in the groin, your chest bounces and his eyes follow, rose lips parted in thought. He catches your erratic leg with ease though, pinning you to the sheets effortlessly.

There’s a lot going on in your head, too much to sift through at the moment. But there’s no denying the fast flutter in your cunt, heat rippling through your nerves as you sit in a silence that feels suffocating. When bites his lip, you ignite. It feels like too much, too quick. A crack in the ice barrier between the two of you, the dam of unresolved emotions behind it threatening to break past and down you.

“Jeongguk…” You try, wafting through this sudden tension. He hums, a low sound that echoes deep inside of you. “What are you doing?” It’s innocent enough to allow the situation to dissipate, give the both of you a moment to gather yourself, sweep this under the rug and move on like it never happened.

He cocks his head instead, contemplating with a quick sneak of his tongue along his petal lips, still staring at your chest. “Uh, realising something.” He pauses like he doesn’t want to ask but question floats out like he can’t help himself. “When did your boobs get so huge?”

[shig-a-shig-ah]

How do you think it would be like starting out a relationship with Gremlin Shiggy vs. More Mature Shiggy? Just like that beginning phase where he and his partner are just trying to feel everything out? Hopefully I’m making sense. 😅

Oh, man, I love this question because Shigaraki really does undergo a lot of character development after losing the bar, so I think those would be totally different experiences.

Early Gremlin Shig is calmer than a lot of people give him credit for, and he's considerate of his allies to a degree, but he's still a brat. He whines. He gets pissy and impatient. He calls Kurogiri an idiot more than once! And he's temperamental, getting annoyed very quickly when things don't go his way.

Post-Kamino, after losing AFO and Kurogiri, he's a lot more mature. He's been humbled a few times, so he tends to think more strategically, and he's just all around more steady. Even when he is going feral, I feel like there's a colder, more calculated edge to it than when we first meet him at the USJ.

I'm sure part of this development is simply the process of having to step up and lead the League without a safety net, but I also like to imagine the social bonds have something to do with it. Before starting the LoV, Shigaraki spent basically his whole life with no one but AFO, Kurogiri, and the doctor. He didn't really have a chance to make friends or develop social connections, or interact with people in a healthy way. While the League can only do so much to make up for that, I think it would go a long way in letting him be more relaxed with interacting with a love interest.

That's all to say that I think dealing with a more mature Shigaraki would be a lot easier. Gremlin Shig probably wasn't interested in romance, so he'll be irritated from the start--partly because it feels like an inconvenience, and partly because you're not already his! He's used to simply taking what he wants (or having it handed to him) so he'll find the fact that he has to work for you infuriating.

As a consequence, I think he'd be hot and cold. He'll do his best to make an effort, striking up conversations, or forcing you to join him on missions just for a chance to get you alone, or inviting you to play games, but the unfamiliar self-consciousness you spark in him will often mean he's often on edge during these times. He'll be quick to get snappy if you complain or disagree, or happen to try your hand at some good-natured teasing. At the same time, he certainly won't think about the fact that maybe he should try to be nicer, instead of being so blunt and abrasive. It'll take a lot of patience on your part to keep things moving forward, and you're going to have to overlook his caustic comments and the way he bristles at the slightest perceived offense.

He'll also be more prone to jealousy at this stage. He doesn't know the rest of the League very well yet, so once you two actually get together he'll be possessive. Grinding his teeth and getting snappy if he thinks you're standing too close to Dabi, or dragging you away if you start talking about games with Spinner instead of him.

Post-Kamino though, Shigaraki has a lot more experience with the League as a whole, and he trusts them more. He might still use the occasional mission as an excuse to get you alone, but there'll be a lot less of that pissiness and lot more of him growing just slightly flustered, because he may have gotten used to interacting with people, but romance is still entirely new. Your flirty teasing is more likely to be met with him swallowing hard as his cheeks go pink than by him snapping at you, and he'll be a lot more chill about your friendships with other League members. I also think at this point he'd be a lot more forthright--the moment he's picked up on the fact that you return his interest, he'll be making a move.

I also think he'd be more affectionate at this point. Gremlin Shig would absolutely be horny 24/7, and I'm not saying that a more mature Shigaraki wouldn't, but I think he'd rely on you more for comfort too, physical and otherwise. Kurogiri was his main source of support, and I think it would be easy for Shigaraki to wind up confiding in his love interest instead. As a result, I think you'd wind up with the relationship going from casual interest to something much deeper a lot more quickly.

[britishassistant]

Won't it be funny if Epel, as the supposed poison apple to Neige's apple, have to go through the magical transformation sequence as well? Like a villainous magical boy.

But Epel being Epel, doesn't want to shout out the whole sentimental cringy incantation all magical boys/girls say before transforming and just screams "Transform" so he gets partial transformation which results to less time transforming, less frilly clothes but also less power.

Can we asl call Rook "Poison Arrow"?, or does he already have a villain name?

Anonymous said: Brainstorming time for Epel's alter ego name ! And Spoiler Alert , it did not ended up well with Pomme and Tarte Tatin ( the french word for Apple and a kind of reversed apple pie, really tasty by the way 😳 ) and Epel think those name are stupid and not Man-like . WAIT a MINUTE ! NEIGE BEING A MAGICAL BOY, POISON QUEEN THROUGHT about turning EPEL INTO ONE but the DARK TYPE ONE by the name of POISON APPLE . But no transformation. They already suffer with one.

Thank you for the asks, dear anons!

AND YES RELUCTANT DARK MAGICAL BOY EPEL, I AM LIVING FOR THIS!!

(It also fits really well with his and Vil’s conflict during Chapter 5, where it almost felt like Vil was trying to turn Epel into Neige because he didn’t believe they could win without a “Neige” on their team to combat the RSA, causing frustrations on both sides when Epel doesn’t fit that mold, but that’s me rambling)

Vil did his best to recreate White Neige’s powers without the transformation, but the best he could do is shorten it down some. If Epel doesn’t at least yell “Transform! Rotted Poison Apple!” then he’ll just be running around with several obnoxiously large bows in inconvenient places and no increased durability or strength.

As it is, he’s not happy with his transformation or the resulting outfit in the slightest. He’s tried taking a pair of sewing scissors to the excessive frills and bows on his transformed costume, and even adding a bit of cloth to cover the chest window or the leggings, but no dice. The dumb outfit just restores itself to the way it was before he ever touched it! He hates to think what his “fully transformed” version would look like—even if it would put him on Neige’s level of power, surely the outfit would make it all not worth it...

At least it does his makeup for him so Vil can’t whine at him about that.

So now we have Poison Queen, The Huntsman, and Poison Apple! A nice villainous package of Pomefiore bad guys!!

[justgenshinstuf]

Hi! If you're still free for requests, I'd love a continuation of the exploring dragonspine hcs, for (uhhh everyone but let's say) Mona, Diona, Lisa and our new boy Xiao - Anon from the last ask 💛

Yay! Thank you for your request and here you go <3

(for other parts check the “exploring dragonspine” tag)

Exploring Dragonspine pt.3

Mona

She hates every second of it.

In no way is she adapted to such cold. Her outfit obviously is not acceptable for this kind of weather, so she has to wear an ugly big coat provided to her by the Adventurer’s Guild.

She also lacks nutrition, considering her limited diet. Some basic food is obviously provided by the guild too, but eating some dried meat and goulash after weeks and weeks of salads is a deadly strike for your stomach.

And when you are hungry even a simple gust of wind can chill you to the bone, and long mountain camping becomes unbearable on a physical level.

The result is she usually whines and complains a lot. Probably even too much, considering all the problems can and should be solved, but experience is just overall unpleasant. She never gives up though or even falls behind. It’s like she can get fuelled by the irritation alone.

What’s worse, she can in no way carry out her astrological readings. It’s usually too cloudy to see the sky during the night and that’s when you don’t stay in some cave. And in the blizzard it’s often impossible to make out the person standing next to you let alone the stars.

On the sunny days when all is seemingly fine the problem is finding water that hasn’t turned into muddy blocks of ice. But if Mona gets lucky to find a running mountain river or even a small melted puddle it’s truly worth it. She says herself that the pure waters of melted snow are optimal for hydromancy, that’s how it’s done the old-school style.

She finds her new motivation in desire to reach the mountain top. To be able to carry out a long deep reading being so much closer to the stars. For her this experience is worth the suffering.

Diona

Being the one to usually complain about anything and everything Diona surprisingly loves the snow.

It’s usually hard to get her so openly excited about something, but snow crunching under the boots and puffy snowflakes slowly falling from the sky do the trick. It’s like she finally lets herself act like a kid.

She is not afraid of the wilderness of these places at all, her cat instincts fully sharpened, little cat-ears twitching at every suspicious sound. Her survival skills are something to learn from truly.

Snow storms ruin the experience though. Diona is not comfortable hiding in some stupid cold cave for long, so if the blizzard calms down by the nighttime she will insist on moving out and continuing the expedition.

Thankfully she can be a decent guide, using her night-vision. “Haha, primitive ones, you can’t even see in the dark!”

As you can guess, this plan doesn’t work for everyone. And if you don’t want to wander around in complete darkness led astray by the wind and snow, paralysed by sheer cold eating you up from the toes, relying solely on a fussy tiny cat-girl, for SOME strange reason that is TOTALLY NOT obvious, there is a way around it.

It’s possible to calm Diona’s temper a bit by simply making her stay by the fireplace for some time. Add some warm drinks or even milk and some casual hugs and Diona will calmly dose off for a few hours.

How to wake her up to go into the windy nightmare of a trip again? Well, you will have to find that out for yourself. A little tip - Diona actually likes to be carried around (but don’t we all?).

At times, when she gets too tired of trying to keep up with the rest, mind you, much taller teammates, she can simply jump up on your back, no questions asked. So be ready to look out for the claws.

Cats will always be cats.

Lisa

Lisa is probably the least outdoorsy person you can imagine. The fact she agrees to go out of her cosy library is a miracle on itself, but Dragonspine? No one will believe you if you tell this.

The truth is, she has a certain private interest in that place, that she wouldn’t reveal this easily. Maybe it’s something about the ruins of an ancient city buried under the snow and the relics it’s inhabitants left behind? Or maybe it has something to do with Durin’s remains and Albedo’s research? As Lisa likes to say herself: “Every woman has a secret”.

An unaware bystander may get a heart-attack seeing Lisa rock her usual outfit in this weather, walking around effortlessly in high-heals like she’s flowing above the snow. The trick is actually pretty simple, she wears a tiny warming Seelie captured in a little bottle as a necklace.

Being both the laziest and the smartest person in Mondstadt, she finds all kinds of clever ways to ‘cheat the system’. For her, creating some obscure method of battling cold on the go is always a better option than prolonging the trip even for a minute.

Warming potions, gliding potions, energy potions, fire potions, anything you can think of Lisa has a potion for. And even if she doesn’t, it takes her a few minutes max to come up with the solution. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we come back. I’m not planning to miss my five o’clock tea.”

If you encounter a puzzle, Liza will solve it for you almost instantly. While you waste your time and warmth looking through old books in desperate need to translate some runes or pace around searching for some clues, all the doors open before Lisa and all the magic barriers fall.

It kind of steals the excitement of riddles, so if you like, she might let you solve it yourself from time to time, just don’t make her wait for too long.

She prefers to keep her usual laidback attitude, avoid unnecessary battles, act efficiently and not waste her energy on something not worth her attention. However her maximum productivity is reached when it’s time to return back home from the expedition.

Lisa can actually just use one of her magic tricks to teleport back to the library almost instantly, but it takes a bit too much energy even for such a skilled mage. Besides, she would never leave her sweet little apprentice all alone.

Xiao

One may say he looks too displeased and totally unhappy to be here but you are well familiar with Xiao to know that’s just his resting face.

He is not concerned by the weather conditions in the slightest, not the rain, not the wind, not the sheer cold. It may seem it gets to him at times. “It’s not. Only mortals can be affected by such minor inconveniences”.

He stays as distant as always, following you on the nearest mountain side or silently dashing through the tops of the trees. Sometimes you can’t even see him, but can always feel his presence.

Xiao patiently keeps the watch during nights, hiding somewhere in the darkness by himself. He never joins you or even enters your tent or a cave you chose to stay in unless you specifically ask him too.

Peeking at him from behind while Xiao sits silently by the fire you can sometimes catch a glimpse of him enjoying the warmth and sound of wood slightly cracking.

He never shows his emotions, nor would he admit to have any in the first place. But sometimes he goes deep into his thoughts, looking around the snowy peaks, listens closely to the wind.

Is it sorrow in his eyes? Or maybe longing? Nostalgia? Is he thinking about some long-lost friend? Just don’t let him catch you staring or he will surely disappear again, looking over you from somewhere you can’t see.

“I have no interest in this place. I’m only escorting you on your quest, so don’t even think about asking questions.”

If you try throw a snowball at him, it might end poorly for you. Better try to explain the concept to him first, that is if you care to have your arm intact. He will claim to have no time for such silly things and the usual bla bla serious adepti stupid mortals kind of deal. But if you still want to start a snowball fight be ready for a snowball war, or even a snowball death.

“You are too carefree. Unlike for me, this place can be very dangerous for you. You don’t want to know about all the dark entities hiding below the snow and ice of this place, it bares many secrets and many lost souls. That’s why I’m here. To protect you”.