#AHHHHH. them. cries and throws up

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as much as arlo feels so comforted, here, in sawyer's arms, he also feels an all - encompassing,   BONE  -  MARROW  DEEP   guilt eating away at his insides. trying and failing to will away the manner in which his gut twists, throat closes up, he reminds himself that this   is  their  place   , and no one can take that from them. then again, the reminder of their   private  safe  haven   brings about the memory of him shutting sawyer out, tightening the leash on their friendship when giselle had come into his life. fuck, he hadn't meant for this to happen  ━  for things to go this way, not at all. she's here, though  ━  she's here, and she still cares about whatever happens to   his  sorry  ass   , even if he doesn't think he deserves that at all. right as his heart rate is about to spike again and the actor feels his cheeks go hot, flushed with anxiety, sawyer cradles his head against her chest, presses the   sweetest  , chaste  kiss   atop the crown of his head. slender digits trail across skin so easily, without thought, and he slumps into her even further, like his limbs are made of jello, or like he's a puppet whose strings   HAVE  FINALLY  SLACKENED   . he inhales suddenly, lungs having begun to burn from unwittingly holding his breath. he's caught in the smell of sawyer's perfume, the clean scent of her skin so close to him   ━  he almost holds his breath again. ❝ hey, look at me. ❞  her hands, firm   but  still  kind   , bring his face closer to hers until their eyes meet. his are rimmed red from tears and heavy - lidded. hers are gorgeous, entrancing as she speaks to him, he can barely cling to the words she's saying as they spill past her lips. she continues her reassurances, never once breaking her gaze away from his, thumbs rubbing softly over his worn, exhausted skin. she has a good point, but it's still hard for him to compartmentalize, to not feel like his world is ending, a little bit. he's 26 years old, for fuck's sake, but he feels like   A  SCARED  CHILD   . he shrugs helplessly, bottom lip quivering.   ❝  'dunno. she ain't spoken t' me since we broke up   ━  over facetime, by the way, can y' fuckin' believe that? ❞   he grinds out a bitter, harsh laugh. ❝ no clue what i even did wrong. maybe she really did think m' a cheater, maybe tha's why she 'as no problem lettin' the press fuckin' eat me alive over this, ❞   he mutters.   ❝ but y' right. i'd never do summat so shitty t' another person. fuck, like i'd even 'ave the time to cheat with me schedule  ━  runnin' me ragged, they are, ❞   he aims for a joke but instead, arlo just sounds so, so broken. he feels it, too, like shattered glass && broken china plates .   ❝ thank you. for bein' 'ere, for lookin' after me…for…for stil carin'. i'm a fuckin' mess, sawyer. ❞

                            ——  𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐛𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐦  𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫'𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬,  never  offering  anything  insightful  and  instead  feeding  off  the  people  behind  the  rich  and  famous  to  get  their  dollar.  she's  always  tried  to  keep  herself  out  of  them,  even  though  her  stature  of  celebrity  isn't  nearly  as  high  as  arlo's.  fiercly  protective,  the  moment  she  saw  that  picture  of  arlo  and  giselle  with  the  word  'cheater'  plastered  over  the  cover  of  'the  inquisitor',  sawyer  had  grabbed  more  than  a  handful  when  no  one  was  looking  and  shoved  them  into  the  trash.  sure,  such  an  act  doesn't  do  much  in  the  long  run,  but  at  least  it  takes  some  money  from  the  pockets  of  their  establishment.

                            perhaps  she  should  feel  a  little  bitter,  the  fact  that  herself  and  arlo  have  grown  apart  over  the  time  that  himself  and  giselle  have  been  dating.  but  that's  just  the  natural  progression,  right?  priorities  shift,  relationships  change.  sawyer  knows  that  her  own  life  and  turbulent  'relatonships'  have  gotten  in  the  way  of  the  ones  that  truly  matter.  but,  just  as  it's  always  been  and  she  figures  it  always  will  be,  the  moment  that  text  came  through,  she booked  a  flight  and  was  on  it  in  less  than  twenty-four  hours.  that  isn't  to  say  it's  not  nice  to  know  that  arlo  still  trusts  her  as  deeply  as  he  does,  regardless  of  time  that's  passed.

                           it's  clear  that  arlo  is  on  the  brink  of  a  panic  attack,  or  maybe  even  coming  down  from  one  she's  missed;  the  way  he  leans  into  her,  his  forehead  resting  on  her  shoulder,  it's  a  vulnerability  she  knows  is  reserved  only  for  her.  slowly,  her  body  adjusts  to  face  him  a  little  more,  wrams  wrapping  around  his  head  and  cradling  it  against  her  chest  as  she  moves  to  lean  back  against  the  couch,  bringing  him  with  her.  a  soft  coo  attempts  to  sooth  him,  pressing  her  lips  to  the  top  of  his  head  without  thought  as  fingers  gently  scratch  the  nape  of  his  neck,  ❛  shhh  . . .  it's  alright, lo.  it's  gunna  be  alright. ❜

                           she  knows  logic  isn't  present  in  moments  of  high-stress;  so,  telling  him  that  the  news  will  pass  and  they'll  move  onto  the  next  flavour  of  the  week  in  no  time  isn't  anything  helpful, ❛  hey.  look  at  me. ❜  both  hands  take  his  face  between  them,  making  their  eyes  meet,  as  hers  remain  filled  with  the  desire  to  comfort,  ignoring  the  fact  that  she,  too,  is  almost  on  the  verge  of  tears.  sawyer  can  never  help  it;  crying  is  just  in  her  nature,  ❛ look  at  me,  lo.  social  media  wasn't  around  when  everything  with  your  mom  went  down,  alright?  not  like  it  is  now;  and  you  and  i  both  know  what  they're  saying  isn't  true . . . right? ❜  thumbs  gently  caress  his  cheeks  as  she  speaks,  trying  to  keep  him  grounded  in  keeping  their  eyes  locked.

                            ❛ is  giselle  really  gunna  keep  quiet  through  all  this?  has  she  talked  to  you  at  all? ❜

[serqphites]

hiiii katie!! i’ve been in a massive longlegs phase (mostly bc of lee let’s be honest) and your blog has been a GODSEND 🤍 i’ve been thinking of writing a lee fic for a while but i had a lil idea that i wanted to send your way 🤭

i cannot get over the idea of wife!lee with r on a beach trip—especially if her wife fucking loooves it. she’s not a huge fan of going to the beach (her autistic ass does not fuck with sand) but she’ll go every couple of years bc ofc she’s going to deal with it for her woman!!!!! she’d sit on the beach watching r letting herself get absolutely DEMOLISHED by waves and she thinks it’s cutie af. she will (VERY reluctantly) get in the water once her twice but if something touches her leg? she’s screaming like he arm is getting chopped off she would HATE THATTT.

lol that’s all!! i just love ur blog and i would love to see u expand on this because ur like The Lee Harker Blog Ever for me :) much love 🤍🤍

— gracie

hello gracie !! oh my god PLEASE write a lee fic i will reblog it until the day that i die. also so honoured you wanted to send this my way hello?? i could cry 🫶 AND THEN YOU ALSO SAID IM THE LEE HARKER BLOG FOR YOU?? sobbing throwing up rolling around on the floor literally deceased

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lee fucking HATESSSS the beach (girl me too) her autistic ass can’t handle it. the sand sticking to her? AHHHHH. the water that’s freezing and lowkey stinks? FUCKKKKK. yeah no this really isn’t for her.

except for the fact it now is because her wife loves it arguably more than she loves her!!

god i can just picture it now, you’re walking onto the beach so fucking happy to finally be back after not going for ages (lee cried and locked herself inside the house the last time you tried to go), and then there’s lee… 🧍‍♀️ girly is just stood on the pathway that leads up to the sand, your bags and folded up towels in hand as she refuses to take just one little step forward onto the sand.

you have to push her to the spot you’d like your towels placed

lee sits on her towel and doesn’t move, she won’t even uncross her legs. she’s just sat awkwardly leaning over the towel so she can make you a sandcastle <3 she’s using various children’s tools she’d ordered from amazon to build, picking up the shells around her to turn them into decoration.

she’s so proud of herself when you come back from the water for a drink 😭 “honey! look what i made you” and she’s all shyyyy

also lee is 100% the kind of person to write your initials in a heart in the sand, and not small too she wants it to be seen by everyone, just so they all get the message (aka “stop staring at my wife’s ass you pervs”).

ice creams on the beach!!! lee is so mad at the wasps swarming her LMAOOO you’re actually petrified so you’ve moved, poor lee is trying to be brave and impress you but if they get too close she drops her act to scream like a child.

after hours of trying to convince her to get into the water, she finally agrees! you lead her to the water (despite her purposefully moving slower than a sloth) and let go of her hand to make your way in, assuming she’d follow.

🧍‍♀️”i don’t want to :/”

SHES SO CUTE I CANT IM LITERALLY ABT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABT HER

“come on baby you can do it! it’s just water!” you attempt to encourage her, and surprisingly it works. lee veryyy slowly starts inching her way towards the water, a wave crashing into her ankle just as she does so. she makes various weird noises, you know when you eat something that feels like it’s just come straight out of a volcano? it sounds something like that.

but hey she’s doing it! she’s walking towards you with a big smile on her face, your expression mirroring her own. that is until lee feels something slimy wrapping around her leg, imagine the scream she lets out when she glances down to discover there’s a green alien trying to worm its way inside of her (there’s seaweed on her leg).

my girl runs for the hills. screaming like she’s being tortured before dropping onto the sand and swatting her attacker away (which is again, seaweed).

you make your way over to her in an instant, removing the seaweed from her leg as you stifle a laugh. the woman, your wife, now caked head to toe in sand… even the poor girls eyelashes have sand in them.

“can we go home please?” poor baby :(

once you’ve returned to the comfort of your own home, lee gets the most cuddles she’s ever gotten from you in her life. despite her silliness (not silliness, she was very viciously attacked by aliens) you’re still so incredibly proud of her for facing her fears and going on a fun little adventure with you.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

i need mean mommy dom nebula smut she makes me rot in my brain😞👩🏾‍🦯

Shut Up And Take It ~Mean!Dom!Mommy!Nebula xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Nebula has a lot of anger and frustration… She uses her favorite subby baby to get it all out. Anon Response—Ehehe hiii anon! Absolutely, here’s some mean!dom!mommy!Nebula content for you!! Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, angry mean sex, rough sex, smut, fingering, overstimulation, mommy kink, praise kink, passing out, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Nebula came storming into your private quarters on Nowhere with a scowl and clenched fists. She practically slammed the door, then proceeded to let out a strangled groan mixed with a yell in frustration.

You jumped slightly at the sound of the door and your eyes shot up to the woman. You immediately stood up, putting down what you were doing, coming up to Nebula, who was muttering swears and incompetent over and over again.

“Hey Nebbie… What’s up…?” You gently asked, grabbing her hands and squeezing them reassuringly.

But instead of the vulnerability you expected to see in her eyes when you looked into them, you only dark lust. Your breath hitched as her hand swiftly snaked around your throat and squeezed. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race.

“M-mommy sorry!!” You quickly corrected the pet name you had used, throwing your hands up in surrender.

Nebula’s eyes sparkled with dominance, she was seething with anger and lust.

“Mommy’s going to take her anger out of you, subby baby…” The woman tugged you close by your throat, as she husked her words into your ear roughly.

You gulped and immediately nodded vigorously.

“Yes yes okay mommy—!” You squeaked, still with your hands up.

“Strip.”

She eased her hold on you, giving you the chance to obey her command. You swiftly nodded and responded, then quickly stripping down all the way. Seconds later, you stood in front of the woman naked.

Nebula smirked wickedly, before she shoved you onto your bed and flipped you on all fours swiftly. You instinctually arched your ass up for her. And with no warning, Nebula plunged three fingers into your cunt.

“ahhHhH Mmommyy—!!!” You shrieked, shoving your face into your pillow to stifle your screams.

Nebula merely chuckled, fucking your fluttering pussy with her digits fast and rough. You were so out of it in mere minutes, you had completely forgotten that the fingers she was fucking you with were robotic. When they started to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t contain your cries of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby… Mommy just needs to get it all out… Being a good little toy for mommy…” Nebula husked, before sliding in a forth vibrating finger.

Your legs were shaking and you were holding on for dear life. And Nebula knew it.

“No cumming…!” She growled, giving you a sharp smack to your ass with her other hand, making your walls clench around her digits buried deep inside you.

“AhHhH— Sorry mmkay Mommy!!!” You yelped out in sinful desperation, “More mommy mmmore please—”

Nebula chuckled wickedly at your request. She was more than happy to give it to you…

With one final plunge, Nebula fucked her entire hand into you, making you nearly pass out at first, because of how fast and hard she was taking you. But you stayed awake, for mommy…

At least, you stayed awake as long as you could, because by the time your mean mommy finally let you cum, it was all too much for you. You let out a strangled cry as you came around her vibrating hand, then proceeded to pass out.

Nebula swelled with pride at having been able to make you literally lose consciousness because she fucked you so well. She now felt a lot better after that, having gotten most of her anger out. She gently pulled her hand out of you, then waited for you to wake up so that she could tell you how much of a good girl you were.

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[iheartjameshetfield]

the rtl james thing was so good thank yewww muah~ 😚

I’ve also been thinking abt ajfa James (nose ring/undercut brain rot) coming back home from tour and y’all are SO needy for eachother. Like, you’re trying to hold back and ask him about how the tour went and this and that….

James is so so eager too and he’s trying to answer your questions but his dick is so hard just from you giving him a welcome home hug.

a few minutes pass by and he can’t take it anymore so he just picks you up and takes you to bed. he’s so eager but romantic at the same time. there’s so much pent up emotion between the two of you. he was away for weeks and you had missed eachother so much. the phone calls weren’t enough.

James and y/n end up having the most passionate fuck ever and you guys get kinda emotional. OKAY, I’m done ooof 😓

AHHHHH THIS MAN CANNOT HOLD HIMSELF BACK ANYMORE HE JUST NEEDS TO HAVE YOU.

he would literally just say “i’m sorry baby, we’ll talk later but i just need to have you now,” and will throw you against the bed, kissing you with an unbelievable amount of passion. he’s thinking with his dick rn, hes BEEN thinking with his dick ever since he saw you, he got near you. he hugged you, feeling your chest against his as he inhaled your scent, missing everything about you.

as much as he needed you tho, i feel like he’d be so sweet, taking your clothes off, pressing little kisses with each item he strips as he murmurs words like, “fuck you’re so beautiful,” or “i miss my pretty girl.”

the sweetness he had just two seconds ago disappears the instant he sees your naked body splayed out on your bed just for him. he takes off his clothes, not wanting to waste any time and just needing to be inside of you.

he towers over you before lining himself up with you as you bring your hands up, resting them against his shoulders. you gasp when he thrusts inside you, bottoming out as he lets out a groan, missing the feeling of you around him. he wastes no time and immediately starts pistoning his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping against each other spurring the both of you on. he grabs your thigh, hiking one of your legs against his hip.

“god, you feel so fucking good. takin’ me so well”

james would lean down, taking one breast into his mouth and biting down on it while you cradle his head there with one arm and you claw at his back with your free hand, trying to hold back your groans and cries.

he delivers a slap to your thigh, slamming into you even harder. “nuh uh, baby, none of that. i wanna hear you.” he whispers against your ear, his plush lips brushing against the shell your ear, making you cry out.

you were starting to get close to your orgasm, so you began to thrust upwards, meeting his hips to speed up the process. you start clenching around him, pornographic moan leaving your lips, but james’ lips quickly muffle the sounds.

“shit, i’m gonna cum so hard.” he groans when he pulls away from your mouth. you feel him shoot in hot spurts deep inside of you, but his hips don’t stop slapping against you. in fact, they speed up, if that’s even possible.

you lean forward, holding yourself up with one arm to chase your orgasm as james delivers words of encouragement. you mindlessly nod your head, not being able to focus with the words coming out of his mouth when he hits your sweet spot, the sounds of his cum mixed with your wetness driving you insane.

“come on, gorgeous, cum for me.” he leans down to connect your lips in a kiss, causing you to practically scream in his mouth as you cum, a tear falling from the corner of your eye. he pulls out of you, wanting to see the way both of your cum mixed together leak out.

“so fucking beautiful.” he says to himself more than you, admiring the sight.

he shuffles closer to you, the both of you too tired to clean up and also so needy for each other, not wanting to be apart for a second so you decide to clean up later since you were gonna burn the sheets anyway

pulling my hair.

[aceviscontiswife]

KEN YOU'RE MY DANNY JOHNSON QUEEN AND I MUST HAVE YOU WRITE ANGST FOR MY BOY .. but with comfort too .. im not that strong. CONSIDER THAT, danny and reader have kinda of an estabilished thing, but in a particular stressful trial day, danny doesn't want to talk to reader, he just wants the ol' killing spree, which makes him say some nasty stuff to reader when they try to approach, NOW, because of that, reader doesn't go meet him in the border again, and worse yet, they arent falling in any trials together, so hes like "WHAT DO I DO NOW?"

i know you're probably full of works now so please feel free to deny or take all the time you need with this request, you always come first! love ur blog ^_^

“I’m Sorry…” || Danny Johnson

Ahhhhh I had so much fun with this! I decided to write this mostly from Danny’s pov, and how he felt about the situation. So, just gonna say Danny is very much ooc, but it doesn’t matter because this was really sweet and Danny’s totally a softie under that mask.

GN! Reader, Warnings: None, angst with fluff at the end.

Well.. shit. Danny hadn’t meant to say that to you. You’re the first person in a very long time that Danny’s ever loved, so you should expect some mistakes…right? No. That wasn’t fair. Danny needed to apologize. Danny would never try to hurt you, and seeing you cry tears that he caused left him with a pain far worse than the entity’s punishments.

It all started because Danny was having some rough trials, and when you tried to comfort him he lashed out at you and said some terrible things. You never hurt him. In fact, you were trying to help him! Danny felt like such a fool. Here he was, a sadistic murderer, with such a perfect, innocent partner who loved him unconditionally—even if he was a killer.

“Hey, Danny… Are you alrigh-“ He never even let you finish your question before he shoved past you, not even bothering to face you as he yelled: “Don’t you have teammates to sandbag?! I don’t have time for this shit right now. You’re lucky I let you live.”

Danny didn’t even feel that guilty after he said it either. It wasn’t until he noticed you crying that he realized just what he had said. You helped your teammates whenever you could, it was Danny who wouldn’t chase or hook you. He wouldn’t even injure you. If a survivor dared to say anything bad about you, Danny had them dead within minutes. You must have felt so confused, so hurt when he snapped at you.

It wasn’t long after the trial that Danny found himself basically running to the survivor-killer border. If you were there, Danny would apologize so many times that he’d lose his voice. He’d even let you say whatever you wanted to him—though you probably wouldn’t say anything that Danny hasn’t already said to himself. If you weren’t there, he’d wait until a trial. Sure, Danny would suffer every second that he didn’t get to own up for what he said, but he felt like that was another punishment for his idiocy.

When Danny arrived at the border, he began calling out for you so frantically that if any of the other killers or survivors saw him they’d think he finally lost his mind. You weren’t at the border, and you never responded to any of Danny’s calls. Danny ripped his mask off in frustration and tossed it down onto the cold, hard ground. His eyes felt watery, and his lip quivered as he took in a shaky breath. Danny never cried, and he wasn’t going to now. This whole situation was his fault, and throwing a pity party would get him nowhere. So, hurling a few insults towards himself, Danny picks his mask up and slips it back on.

Each trial Danny had, he searched for you. You weren’t in a single one. For the first time in a long time, Danny was lost. What could he do if he couldn’t see you? He checked the border constantly, but each time you were never there. Danny was ready to ask random survivors about you, and if you were okay. That was his plan until his very next trial.

Danny’s eyes open, and he finds himself in snowy realm of Mount Ormond Resort. Immediately, Danny began to look for you. The image of you crying wouldn’t leave his head, and even when he did finally apologize, he’d still feel guilty for a while. No amount of sacrifices or murder-selfies can make Danny feel okay about what happened.

The first survivor he spotted was Meg, who was oblivious to Danny’s presence. Next he found Thalita and Adam, who had spotted Danny and ran. There was still no sign of you. Danny was hopeful this time, however. Ormond was your favorite realm, you loved the snow.

Danny had searched almost the entire map, and you were nowhere to be seen. He was now headed to the very corner of the map he had yet to check. Behind the mask, that constantly displayed the gaping mouth and eyes of a ghost, was a man who had never felt so nervous or afraid in his life. It was crazy how much you had changed him. Normally, Danny loved to make people cry. He loved to instill fear into people before ruthlessly killing them. But now, at least when it came to you, Danny couldn’t stand it.

As Danny approaches the edge of the realm, he can hear a generator being worked on. There was no way any of the survivors he’s already seen could get here in time to have the generator this far completed. So, with a deep breath, Danny turns the corner.

“Danny..?” It was you. Everything Danny had planned to say had been tossed out of the window as he threw his knife and mask to the ground and engulfed you in a tight hug. Despite how angry you wanted to be, you couldn’t help but melt into his arms and listen to him as he apologized over and over.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/n. I would never kill you. Ever. I’m so stupid for saying that and I-“ Danny pauses and takes in a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. His voice now muffled, he continues, “You should be with someone who treats you better, who isn’t a fucking murderer.”

You nudge Danny off of you, taking his shaking hands in yours. You look up to meet his gaze, his eyes were glazed over, and despite how much he tried to hide it, you could tell he was close to tears. He felt horrible. A part of you had a feeling he would, since he practically melts whenever he’s around you, but seeing this side of Danny was still rare. He truly cared, and moments like these were when you knew. You could see the real Danny. The one who was terrified that you would never forgive him. The Danny who knew what he said was wrong, and is now doing whatever he can to make it right.

“Dan, while what you said was really asshole-ish of you, I’m not gonna hold a grudge for it. I never went to the border because every time I got close to it, the entity sent me back to the campfire. I can tell you really didn’t mean what you said. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I love you.”

Danny was speechless. You… forgive him? “Y/n, I promise I’ll never say anything like that to you ever again. I love you too, and I’m sorry I act like a dick all the time.” You chuckle, Danny’s brows scrunching as he stared at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said I forgive you, dummy. You sound like a broken record.” You joke, finally cracking a smile from Danny. “Seriously though, I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you, Danny Johnson.”

Danny doesn’t respond, instead, he cups your face in his gloved hands and kisses you. The kiss was passionate, and it painted Danny completely the opposite from how others perceived him. And, without even opening his mouth, Danny spoke to you through his actions. The hand cupping your face, the other hand threading through your hair… it told you everything:

“I love you too.”

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I enjoyed writing this so much!! Your requests mean so much to me, and they help me expand my writing and improve in ways I never thought I could. Love ya! ���️

[walmart-miku]

Ok finished The Boy and The Heron. And I have Thoughts.

THE THEMES!!!! THE SYMBOLISM!!!! THE INEVITABLE MARCH OF TIME BUT WE STILL GO ON. THE "IMPERFECT WORLD TAINTED WITH MALICE" "WORLD FULL OF CHAOS AND FIRE" "PURE VS IMPURE" AHHHHHHHHH

ITS ABOUT GRIEF!!! ITS ABOUT HIW MAHITO LEARNS TO NAVIGATE A WORLD WITHOUT HIS MOTHER AND HIM ACCEPTING NATSUKO AS HIS MOTHER AND THE WAY ITS DONE IS SO GRACEFUL. He starts completely impartial to her. Besides the fact that Natsuko looks like his mother, Mahito is polite but cold to her. And then Natsuko gets "taken". And Mahito decides to go save her, not for himself but for his FATHER!!! (On a side note here, I love how good of a father Mahito has. He's really trying his best here, he dropped everything to look for them and was 110% ready to fight God.) And once Mahito finally gets to her its this beautiful scene of him calling out to her for her to come home with him and hee refusing and Mahito going from calling out "NATSUKO" to "MOTHER"!!!! HE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MOTHER AND HE MIGHT HAVE FAILED THE FIRST TIME BUT HE WON'T THIS TIME AND AHHHHH!!!!

My brain will not shut up about the one scene where the heron tells Mahito that he can't fix the hole that Mahito made in his beak that's preventing him from transforming. It has to be the one who did the damage that fixes it. It has to be Mahito who fixes it. Do you see where I'm going here. How, as hard as you try, damage has been done and sometimes the damage has to be repaired by the cause.

THE REAL WORLD ATTACHMENT THAT HAYAO MIYAZAKI HAS TO THIS FILM. HE IS THE GREAT GRAND UNCLE. He created this beautiful empire of movies and has left a legacy and the movie ends with the empire/world falling l, with the potential successor turning away from the world and choosing his own path. THE MOVIE IS A LOVE LETTER TO HIS SON AND HOLY SHIT IM NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS FACT.

Little guys. A ghibli movie is not a ghibli movie until it has silly little guys. For this one we got the water water. LOOK AT THEM!!!! I WOULD DIE FOR THEM. I cried when they got eaten and then I cried some more when the old pelican died talking to Mahito. Because they didn't ask for this life where they eat the water water. But they have no choice. And their young don't know how to fly anymore.

Kiriko. Holy fucking shit Kiriko. She's managed to fulfill both the grandma and cool lesbian aunt roles in The Boy and The Heron and holy shit. First time I saw her butch form I. Also the little wood carvings to protect. How they're people from Mahitos world. How Mahito has so many people that care about him. (Look at her she's so)

Himi (Mahito's mother) ISNT AFRAID OF FIRE (how she dies) BECAUSE WHY BE AFRAID OF DEATH? WHY FEAR THE UNKNOWN AND THE END? WHY FEAR THE VERY THING THAT YOU CONTROLLED?

Mahito is super duper fucking unhinged (affectionate). The hospital is on fire, he runs against the crowd to get to his mother. The kids at his new school make fun of him. Next scene has no audio but some cheerful music and is of just Mahito fucking throwing hands. And then Mahito is still angry and full of malice afterwards that he just. Takes a rock and bangs it against his head. Mahito meets the grey heron and he decides that he's gonna kill it. He makes his won bow and arrow. He uses the herons own feather for the arrow. He also reflects his name perfectly. "Mahito" meaning "sincere one". He just says whatever the fuck he's thinking. He does not pull punches.

The book. "How Do You Live?" I Will Be Thinking About This Book So Much. (She left him a book, she left him a book about how to live because she knew that she wouldn't be there to watch him learn how to live but she still wanted to teach him how to live even if it was just beyond the grave through a book)

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (12)

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back… 

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts 

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise." 

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo. 

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him. 

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you. 

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but. 

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep 

[faithintheunknownsblog]

LULU FATHER OF PLANTS AND FOUR CHILDREN???? im SENSIBLE!!! aand i dont want to force it, but could do it the other way around? would be alucard/vlad human and your s/o is botanist?? and theres a little cottage style house in a field with flowers… that would be lovely (and the four kids playing too) i really love your writing!!

A/N: AHHHHH FINALLY DONE!!!

So for the sake of the story I will say this is more modern day since I still have no idea what to write for a botanist (and I’m sorry that there is not much for the botanists part of the story)

Weeds and Wildflowers

You wake up to an empty bed and the smell of your favorite breakfast food, making you smile. It was a Saturday which means family day, which is what gets you through every draining work week. You throw on your pjs and head straight to the kitchen, the first thing you do is greet your beloved husband with a kiss.

To think such a mean looking man would be one of the most loving and caring people on earth. Alucard is a family man because he didn’t have one of his own growing up and being with you, and having children, is more than he could have ever dreamed of.

Alucard kisses you back and once you two break apart he says, “good morning, love. How did you sleep?”

“Like the dead,” you yawn. During the week you’re the one who has to take care of the kids most of the time because Alucard gets stuck at work.

You two have four beautiful children; your oldest daughter Emma who is seven, then Joseph who is five, Charles who is two, and your newborn Ava who is only four months old.

Then there is your fur baby, Baskerville, though he isn’t a baby. He is a fully grown wolf that Alucard decided to help when he found this wild wolf limping in the field a few years ago. Then Baskerville decided to follow Alucard home and he’s been a pet ever since. Baskerville is gentle and extremely protective with the kids, even when the kids are rough with him.

“Mmm, I don’t doubt it,” Alucard says and flips a pancake. He may not be home much. But always tries his best to get home before dinner so he can help put the kids to bed, though that doesn’t happen too often. But he ALWAYS makes sure to take the load off your shoulders whenever he gets the chance. Like if he does get home for dinner he will make sure to clean the dishes, and spend time with the kids before putting them to bed. Alucard takes on the responsibility of tending to Ava at night even though he gets home late and wakes up early. He will go to Ava whenever she cries before you even get a chance to realize. That’s why you keep bottles of breast milk and/or formula in the fridge, so he can just grab one and feed Ava to get her back to sleep.

“So what should we do today?” You ask Alucard as you sway while hugging him from behind. But before he can answer you both hear three sets of feet- along with four paws- puttering their way towards the kitchen.

The steps are accompanied by laughter and Alucard quickly moves away from the stove before the kids could make their way into the kitchen. Because once the kids do make it to the kitchen they run to their father to embrace him in a hug.

Alucard is able to pick them all up at once and spins around, all laughing but you have to quiet them down, “shhh! You’re gonna wake Ava up!”

“Alright, alright,” Alucard sets the kids down and goes back to the stove. The kids all sit down at the table and patiently wait for breakfast to be served. Which wasn’t too long because Alucard has already been cooking for a little while now, just so he could have breakfast ready for them.

You decide that it is time to get Ava up anyway, so you go to the nursery to get her. When you pick her up she’s a bit fussy at first but that’s normal for any child, so you sit in the rocking chair and breastfeed your daughter.

Once you’re finished with that you get yourself all situated then leave the nursery carrying Ava out with you. But before you can even make it through the kitchen entrance, Alucard is taking Ava from you and holding her close.

Alucard tickles Ava and she lets out little laughs. Alucard lets out a soft chuckle, his ocean blue eyes full of fatherly love as he watches his daughter smile.

Ava is the only one with those beautiful blue eyes, but other than that you think she’s going to look more like you than him. She has your nose and smile. Emma looks like both of you but she has her father’s laugh, Joseph looks more like Alucard but has your hair, and Charles looks like you but has Alucard’s smile. Not that any of it matters because your children are all beautiful nonetheless.

After all of you are finished with breakfast it’s time to get everyone ready for outside. Whenever the weather allows it, everyone is exploring the backyard and letting imagination create new adventures. Though you have to sit back with Ava but it doesn’t bother you much since you want to let the kids play with their father. Besides, watching Alucard with the kids is so heartwarming because he has just as much energy as them.

Even if you don’t keep up with them you still do walk around the yard with Ava, Baskerville is right by your side as you two walk. He walks between you and the field, just in case he needs to protect you and Ava from something that could come out of the field. Though he still listens for the kids as well, he knows they’re safe with Alucard as they run around the yard and climb on the huge swing set that Alucard paid to have hand built for them as soon as he found out you were pregnant with Emma. And it was all worth it with how the kids never want to get off of it.

Currently Alucard and the kids are playing pirates, which includes sword fighting with sticks. You know Alucard has control of the situation but your motherly instinct still makes you tell them, “be careful! You’re going to poke your eye out!”

They don’t listen to you and continue playing, having the time of their lives. You just shake your head and watch them play to their heart's content. They’re climbing on the swingset and terrifying you as they jump off it and into Alucard’s arms. They’re ‘walking the plank’ and Alucard is the shark that eats them. You trust Alucard but dammit your children are daring and it scares the daylights out of you. They get their fearlessness from their father without a doubt.

Like how they will run into the half an acre of nothing but weeds and wildflowers that you inherited after your father passed away. The field and cottage have been passed down for generations, and the field was well taken care of for the longest time. But your father couldn’t keep up with it, so it got out of control.

Truthfully you don’t mind it though because there is so much more to explore and study now that the plants are all wild and free. It also gave you the perfect environment to study when looking at plant hybrids caused in the wild.

You continue to walk the edge of the field and look across it to see if there are any new plants to take note of. You notice some weeds around a group of flowers and decide to pull it. You know there isn’t really a reason to because the field was filled with weeds already and the flowers were still thriving. But it was a weed you haven’t seen before so you’ll take note of it once back in the cottage.

Alucard and the kids notice you and Baskerville walking along the field then run up to you because they decided to walk with you. The kids ask questions about everything you stop to look at but it doesn’t take long for them to start playing again, which you don’t mind as long as they don’t hurt themselves or each other.

Eventually the kids run into the field and Baskerville protectively follows. You and Alucard watch from the outside because he needed a quick break. He might have a lot of energy but keeping up with three kids that treat him like a jungle gym takes its toll.

You watch them run in the field, everything seems okay at first but the closer you look the sooner you realize what’s wrong and your eyes go wide. They’re running towards a patch of poison oak and as soon as you notice you yell, “get out of there!”

Alucard instantly goes on high alert noticing how you’ve become distraught and without question he immediately runs towards the kids. He doesn’t need an explanation, just knowing that something is wrong is enough to make him act without a second thought.

But even with how fast he runs he’s just a few moments too late as the kids run straight into the poison oak. And of course when they see their father heading towards them they stop, causing them to stand still in the patch of weeds you desperately didn’t want them in to begin with.

“Careful! It’s poison oak!” You shout to Alucard but you know he doesn’t care, he still runs into the patch of poison oak and grabs up the kids as if he’s trying to save them from a train. Baskerville runs behind them, he luckily didn’t run into the poison oak either.

Times like this you’re glad Alucard never wears shorts. It could be a 100°F (38°C) outside and he will still be in a pair of pants. The worst he’s going to get is a bit of a rash on his arms, whereas the kids are going to be covered in it since they’re wearing shorts and tank tops.

Once they are out of the field Alucard sets the kids down and they’re already scratching at their skin. You know that they’re itchy but you don’t want them digging into their skin, “no, no, don’t do that, it’ll make it worse. Let’s go back to the cottage and get you all clean.”

They nod and all of you walk back to the cottage, Baskerville walking closely behind.

Alucard looks over at you, “I’ll make sure to take care of that and anything else. You’ll just have to point out what needs to be gone.”

“I will but we have to get the kids treated first,” you say and continue walking to the cottage, opening the back door once you’re there. You let the kids in first and tell them what they need to do.

“Emma you go get a shower in my bathroom-” you turn to Alucard, “can you give the boys a bath while I put Ava down for her nap?”

“Of course,” Alucard says and takes the boys to the other bathroom.

You go to the nursery and get Ava all settled then make lunch for the rest of the kids as you wait for everyone to get done. Part of you can’t believe it’s already noon, time does fly.

Once the kids are out of the showers and at the table you grab the calamine lotion, gauze wrap, and gloves so you can treat the kids before the itching gets any worse. Alucard also grabs a pair of gloves to help as well, both of you putting lotion on the kids arms and legs then wrapping the gauze around them so they won’t scratch.

Once done with that you give the kids and Alucard lunch then grab your book full of notes on what’s in the field of wildflowers. You aren’t surprised by the wild oak popping up- it was really only a matter of time- but you wonder why it took so long for it to emerge. Or maybe it’s always been there and you just didn’t notice, you’ll have to check it to find out.

Alucard looks over your shoulder seeing how you’re writing questions for yourself to answer later. He doesn’t like the poison oak being where the kids could potentially get into it. But he also doesn’t want to keep you from doing your studies, so he thinks of a compromise, “should I just temporarily fence the patches off so you can look at them first?”

“Would you?” You ask with a sheepish smile, you know you don’t have to ask because he wouldn’t offer unless he would.

Alucard kisses your forehead, “of course honey. I’ll get to it now and you take care of the kids, okay?”

“You remember what it looks like, right?” You don’t give him a chance to answer, you dog ear the page and just hand him your book, “here, just in case.”

“Are you sure honey?” Alucard knows how protective you are when it comes to your book, even though you have let him use it a few times before with instances like this. Like when there were berries that were unsafe to eat growing at the edge of the field and you were worried that the kids might try to pick them. So you had those uprooted and taken care of so they won’t keep growing with the treatment you use each year.

“Mhm, just to make sure that you don’t run into anything else-” you nod to Baskerville, “-take Basky with you as well, just in case.”

Baskerville is protective of the kids but you want him to be with Alucard in case something goes wrong. Besides there isn’t much to do now that the kids are covered in poison oak. Usually you limit TV time but you decide to let them pick a few movies to watch until dinner.

Alucard is unable to fence off all of the patches while he’s out there but he gets the ones that are the easiest for the kids to get to. He also picks a bunch of berries that he saw you write down as okay to eat in your book. Which makes for a good side to go with dinner.

The next day you spend outside with Baskerville, studying the poison oak and fencing the rest of it off while Alucard stays inside with the kids. Once you’re done studying you go back to the cottage to do even more research, though you are positive you already know how to get rid of it without herbicides. But you always double check because you can’t remember everything.

Your research doesn’t prove you right but it doesn’t prove you wrong either. As there are many methods that are along the same lines but there are some slight differences between each of the remedies that claim to be the best.

Some say to completely remove the root and some say to just cut the plant down to the stem. Some say to wrap the plant in plastic and some don’t mention anything like that. Some say use vinegar and some say a mixture of vinegar, soap and salt. There are so many things and it’s a mess.

BUT this does give you the chance to do what you do best, testing and figure out which one is truly the best through trial and error. So you do different methods on different patches. If you didn’t have an interest in plants and worked with them for a living you’d definitely find all these steps you have to go through for the different methods annoying. But you love it.

You take notes of how the plants change and what works best. You even made up your own method along with combining parts of other methods together. You take notes of your controlled variable, independent variable, dependent variable, and constants.

And as time passes you take notes of your data daily and eventually find out which method is the best. Now being able to create a safe environment for your kids where they can run and play to their heart's content. Alucard makes sure to remember what was the solution you used and knows what to look for in order to check if there is any regrowth of the poison oak. Working with plants comes in handy when trying to keep your kids safe as they frolic in open fields of weeds and wildflowers

[flesheatingstar]

Dumb Choices, Dumber Prizes

Gn reader insert

Small little thing

Summary: The 3rd Winchester sibling only ever wanted to do the best they could, even if it meant sacrificing things.

The abandoned house was like any other old creepy haunted place, if only it was haunted. The number of people attacking their loved ones for no reason was rising every day by the look of it. So here the three of them were, having chased the demon into the abandoned and creaky old house.

They split up, Dean taking the ground floor, Sam on the second, and [name] in the basement. It wasn't a big basement, but it was cluttered and dark, making it hard to see any demon if there was one. Looking around a pile of long forgotten books made them feel like they were forgetting something. Their thoughts were interrupted quickly by the sound of a body crashing against something and a loud groan from Dean.

They ran up the stairs being met with the sight of Dean getting punched by the demon with his gun far out of reach, [name] sprung into action, taking their own rifle and putting it around the demons neck, harshly pulling it back as it fought against them. "Son of a- DEAN SHOOT IT!" They yelled, seeing Dean reaching for his gun, Sam had barely made it down stairs to see the commotion.

The demon struggled, making it harder for Dean to aim without the possibility of clipping [name] heightening. "JUST SHOOT DAMNIT!" They yelled they demon, throwing their head back into [names] face sending both falling backwards into the still open basement.

"AHHHHH!" They screamed, feeling a rake go into their back after tumbling down the stairs, the demon moved quickly, using their powers to slam and lock the basement door and then straddling [name] as they choked them, with [name] scratching their arms and reaching for the demons neck. The demon only returned the favor by digging its sharp nails into their neck, ripping unto the skin with ease.

[Name] saw as dots clouded their vision, the blood loss and suffocation made for an agonizing time. However, as a loud ringing defended them, they were able to somewhat breathe again instead, coughing harshly as the limp body of a demon flopped forward.

The hole in the door made it easier for Dean and Sam to open it, unlocking it quickly and rushing over to [name], "c'mon [name] you'll be ok just let me pick ya up real quick." Dean assured, but as he did, the feeling of the rake slowly being pulled out of their back made them nauseous. "No, no, please, it hurts." Thry begged gripping deans arms as he continued. "I know. It's ok. We'll get you patched up. You'll be ok, kid." He comforted, finally picking them up full. "Dean.." Sam hesitated seeing the amount of blood loss, "Sammy, please, I'll need help. I can't touch their back, you grab arms, I'll get legs." He explained.

"Dean, it's cold, damnit we're in goddam Arizona. Why am I cold?" [Name] cried, gritting their teeth. "Dean, it's too late. Look at the blood." Sam muttered, "Fck, no no, their fine sammy, please just help." Dean whimpered, gripping [name] as blood smeared onto him. "Dean! Sam's right, damn thing got me good. Damnit, i forgot to finish my paper." They whined, "do you think dying will be a good enough excuse not to do it?" They smiled, "You're not gonna die shut up." Dean hissed, Sam knelt down, grabbing [names] hand.

"I love you guys.." They slurred, their eyes fluttering close, making Dean and Sam panic. "Hey, hey, stay awake damnit!" Dean yelled lightly, slapping [name] to keep them aware. "C'mon name, you just need to stay awake, ok?" Sam assured, but it was too late as their eyes closed for a final time. They heard the two yelling at them.

When they opened their eyes again, pain was all they felt. The word around them was decorated in chains with spears replacing the cuffs. They couldn't breathe, they couldn't move. Only then did they remember the price of their soul was to set the curve in their colledge. They were only 19, a stressed out, stupid, and desperate 19 year old. Dear God, what have they done?

[blue-gem-overlord]

(Don’t reblog. Just for me

Trigger Warning:Blood, Physical Abuse, and A bit of gore)

*Jewel screams in rage, before throwing a chair at her desk..breaking it*

Those FUCKING ANONS!!…I’m so SICK of them!! Always trying to get in my way!! I HAD ENOUGH!!! AHHHHH

*Jewel keep destroying her living room, before she finally calm down. Suddenly she hear Charlie’s muffled cries, which she walk downstairs and rip the tape off*

Shut up, will ya?..it only been 24 hours and I’m already SICK and tired of you!..but I need you here…so I’ll make a deal..you married me and I’ll let you go..

*Charlie growls at her..despite having fears in her eyes*

I..will NEVER marry someone like you!!! I’m loyal to Vaggie and that’s final!! You BITCH!

*Jewel immediately smack Charlie down and begin to stab Charlie in the chest with her knife, which Charlie screams in pain, before Jewel slam her head down and make Charlie face her*

Tsk..you really love that PET of yours~…you know..lovers should have matching stuff~

*Charlie’s eyes went wide as Jewel grabs her by her neck and begin to raise the dagger*

This might hard such a second~

*Suddenly Charlie SCREAMS when Jewel stab Charlie’s left eye out which Charlie tears up in pain before get kicked into the ground..she was breathing heavily, before Jewel pull onto Charlie’s hair, stomping onto her head which Charlie screams in pain*

Haha..now you two match.

*Jewel stomp onto Charlie’s eyeball and begins to leave the basement. Charlie was tearing up in pain while wincing in pain of the loss of her left eye..feeling more afraid and more hurt…hoping someone would find her soon*

[the-fiction-witch]

oh come on...

Media Some Dogs Bite

Character Casey

Couple Casey X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

I sat on the sofa my head on the pillow, blanket over me, watching TV, I had a little nap but I was still beyond exhausted, 

I perked up as I heard Edgar crying from the nursery, I rolled my eyes and sat up stretching and yawning, 

"You going?" Casey sat up from his chair where he too had fallen asleep but Edgar's cries jolted him back to the world of the living, 

"I'll go," I sighed,

"I'll go if you want?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, no, you stay I'll settle him." He said as he got up and headed across the apartment, he gave my head a kiss as he went,

So I smiled and laid back on the sofa tucking the covers around me tightly, and soon enough he returned bouncing Edgar on his hip, 

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"The cupboard is empty,"

"Ohh yeah sorry, he was asleep when I got back from shopping so I left them there on the table,"

"No problem, come on then little man,"

"He need one then?"

"he does, he's a stanky little man." he said as he brought Edgar over, Casey sat on the floor setting Edgar on his little play mat and grabbed the changing bag, and brought it over,

"You gonna be okay?"

"Y/n. He's my lil baby man I can do it," He smiled taking Edgar's little feet in his hands and playing with them, 

"Alright," I laughed, 

He smiled and worked on removing Edgar's little onsie "How many buttons do you need? Hey little man? your mummy put you in this, didn't she? Yeah, 'cause there are six million buttons." 

"six million buttons?"

"too many buttons," 

"If I put him in the ones with snaps he breaks out and takes his pants off." I laughed, "Little man's just like his daddy constantly wants to take his damn pants off."

"Little man already understands the frustrations of pants," Casey laughed giving Edgar some kisses as he got his onesie off, "Now how does ... Ahh ohh dear,"

"Umm?"

"The sticky bit didn't unstick."

"Just rip it, Casey,"

"But if I rip it I can't fold it up to throw it away?"

"wrap it in tissue then,"

"Ohh yeah," he nodded, "Ahhh! Christ little man you are toxic." He complained trying to work as quickly as he could getting it off and wrapping it up to throw it away, "Ughh got damn it. that smell is in my brain."

"Yeah, well I mean all he consumes right now is milk, and those little banana and honey squeeze packets,"

"How do you make milk, honey and banana smell so terrible?" 

"He's skilled,"

"Very skilled. ughh god- Ohhh my god..." He complained as he cleaned him up trying not to gag, "Ughh it touched my hand! ughhh - how do you do this without vomiting?"

"Because you get used to it Casey, you don't often do it your not used to it,"

"I guess, You know the day I look forward to the most?"

"What?"

"When you can wipe your own ass little man. I will rejoice that day," he said throwing the baby wipes away, 

"Hurry up don't let him get cold," I giggled,

"Why what happens if he gets-" Before he even finished the sentence it began, "AHHHH AHHHHH OH MY GOD! STOP! Stop stop stop Edgar, stop." He whined quickly wrapping him up so Edgar would stop projectile peeing on him, "uhhh... it's on my hands, it's in my hair I feel it, ughh I'm pretty sure some touched my face," 

"You want help?"

"No. I can do it," he said, "Baby powder, just cover him just as much as possible, and then we get the new one and we... how does... now that's backwards, no... wait I flipped it both ways how am I still wrong? this is insane. and there is so much pressure in case he gets cold and starts to pee again, uhhh Y/n?"

"Yes, Casey?"

"Help."

I laughed and moved down to sit with them taking the nappy and wrapping little Edgar up in his new clean nappy and his little onesie "There we are, happy little Edgar,"

"Awww, see. That's why you're my baby mama." He smiled kissing my cheek, "I love ya,"

"I love you too," I smiled, before I returned to the sofa getting cozy again, 

"you a happy little man now? a happy clean little man." He smiled picked Edgar up and cuddled him, but the moment he picked him up Edgar made the familiar giggle and rooted away, "Oh come on..."

I couldn't stop laughing grabbing another nappy from the bag and handing it to him,

"The quicker you get potty trained the better little man," 

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Could i request a Christmas themed fic where the reader is feeling lonely since he doesn't have and family left. Themed with Muichiro as their best friend.

Take your time and take care of yourself -also,Merry Christmas...!!!

(Ahhhhh!!! This fox was so cute and fun to write! I decided to add the whole family since that would make it all the more heartwarming! I’m sorry that this is so late, but I hope you enjoy it!)

A Christmas Miracle

(A Demon Slayer Christmas Fanfic)

Warnings: It’s nothing, but fluff!

Word Count: 1074

Tears streamed down your face as you sat alone in your empty cabin. Today is supposed to be a very special day. For today is Christmas Day, but the holiday spirit hasn’t graced you with its blessing. Instead, you found yourself alone in this cold weather. No kin to call your own. No lover to keep you warm.

The darkness of the cabin engulfed you and the only light that could be seen was the moonlight that poured in through the window. Silence pierced your ears as you cried. Then, suddenly, small pecking sounds came from your window. You looked up to see small pebbles hitting your window. Wiping away your tears, you stood up and walked towards the window, wondering to see who or what it was.

Light blue demon eyes shone through the darkness of the night. Somehow, you recognized exactly who it was. “Muichiro?” You said softly, opening the window. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your family?” The Mist Hashira nodded as he walked up to you. “Yes, but it’s not right to just leave you alone out here.”

You realized that Muichiro was wearing his reindeer pajamas that he wore on every Christmas. “Mui..I’m not officially apart of the kingdom yet. I’m just living on the outskirts.” Muichiro tilted his head. “You’re welcome to stay at any point. Lord Tanjiro said so. Besides, no one deserves to be alone on Christmas.”

A few more tears fell down your face. “Are you sure that I wouldn’t be bothering anyone?” A small smile appeared on Muichiro’s face. “I’m completely sure. Go get ready. You can ride on my back.” You immediately scurried off, throwing on your coat and boots. The door creaked as you opened it. Glancing outside, you saw Muichiro pawing at the snow. He looked up at you with eager eyes. “Ready?”

You nodded excitedly as you ran to him. Muichiro’s shoulder joints popped, making him able to roam on four legs. Mounting on his back, you held onto Muichiro’s fluffy pajamas for stability. Then, with a quick jump, you and Muichiro head off into the snowy night.

Fluffy snow covered the forest floor and icicles clung onto tree branches. Muichiro’s legs and hands sunk into the sheet of fluff, but that didn’t deter him. You hugged his torso tightly as the both of you zoomed through the dark sky. A small house, the Infinity Castle, could be seen just up ahead. A single lit lantern hung closely by the door.

“We’re almost there!” Muichiro yelled as the snow crunched beneath him. After a few seconds, Muichiro threw himself and skidded to a stop once he landed on the small porch. You carefully slid off his back and Mui stood up, snapping his joints back into place. He gently took your hand and used his other to knock on the sliding door.

“Hm..? Who’s there..?” A deep, yet warm voice came from the other side. The door cracked open, revealing three red eyes that had yellow pupils. “Grandpa! It’s just me..and my friend.” The door then completely slid open, revealing the six-eyed demon, Kokushibo. “Ah..Why hello..little ones…Will they be staying with us..for tonight?”

Muichiro nodded with a smile on his face. “They don’t have anyone else to be with, so I thought that we could spend the holiday with them.” Kokushibo softly smiled. “How lovely…Of course we can keep them company..No one deserves to be alone..especially on Christmas..” He moved aside so the both of you could walk inside.

The Infinity Castle was gorgeously decorated with colorful lights and shiny tinsel. Lights were strung around the stair railings that large figures of reindeer were placed sporadically through the castle. You gazed in awe as you followed the six eyed demon and his grandson.

Kokushibo led the two of you to a door.that had tinsel hung around the edges. “The family…is in here…” He opened the door, letting them inside. A large bookshelf at the back of the room. was filled with books and a large, circular, multicolored rug laid in the center of the room. To the right of the room was a brightly lit fireplace. Two figures stood in front of it. One was a large male with a fluffy dark mohawk. The other was difficult to make out since they were curled up. They did have white fins running down their back though.

A lady with a black, side ponytail was talking to a man with dark blue stripes and pink hair. Everyone turned their attention over to you and Muichiro as soon as they heard you. The man with the pink hair stood up from his spot on the rug and approached you with a smile. “Hey, kiddos!” He wrapped his arm around Muichiro, who grinned like a happy child. “Hey Pops. This is my friend.”

The man chuckled softly. “Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Akaza. Muichiro’s other grandpa.” Akaza reached out his hand, which you shook with a firm grip. “Hi, Mr. Akaza.” Kokushibo’s looked behind you and at the curled up creature. “Sanemi..we have a guest..” The creature looked up, revealing that he wasn’t just a weird lizard. “Ah shit. Sorry.” The dragon’s shiny scales shimmered with light from the fireplace. You could help but giggle to yourself.

The other two figures stood up and stretched. “Who are they, Muichiro?” You asked him. “Oh, they’re my partners, Genya and Kanao.” Genya rumbled softly as both he and Kanao smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. We know that you and Mui have been friends for a while now.” Kanao said softly. You nodded shyly as you felt hot blush flood your face.

“Grandpa.” Muichiro turned to Kokushibo. “Could we all sit by the fire? It was rather chilly out there.” Kokushibo smiled warmly. “Of course…we can..” Everyone scurried over to the crackling fireplace. Sanemi curled up next to Genya while Akaza snuggled up to Kokushibo. Kanao sat on your left while Muichiro had his arm around you. Everyone snuggled together, purring in unison.

You could feel a warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart. The care and love in this family was strong and they were sharing it with you. “Merry Christmas.” Muichiro said softly to you. You wrapped your arms around him in a grateful embrace. “Thank you so much, Mui.” From then on, you never spent another Christmas alone.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hey Itadori, if there were two of you like a doppelganger or another twin, would you give Kisho and Megumi the same treatment. How will that work out in your mind?

@demon-blood-youths & @chunibyo-x-sorcerer

As for Yuji, he was working out in another room while looking focused. That is till an anon slips in and asks the question. He blinks to look at them then reads the question for a moment after stopping the weights in his hands.

"If I had another me or a twin.......huh, honestly, yeah I would. I mean, come on. Those two are so cute together even when I play with them. Now, with this, it leaves one thinking how it would work out.." he smiled now thinking about it.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Mmmmm....mmmmm..."

"Awwww, puppy is all flustered again, what's wrong? Getting shy on me?" he would see himself holding a tied up Fushiguro against him as he was teasing his pecs and nipples pulling at them. He heard a hiss from him while leaning his head back but it turns into a moan while he was even fingering him.

"Well?"

"Haaa....haaaa...I'm n..not..nuggh...f..flustered a...again...I'm only like t..this b..because y....ohhhhh.....are doing t..this.." he grunts but Yuji smiled to tilt his head back while leaving kisses and hickies to his neck.

"But your so cute like this. I thought you would like this. Besides, I'm not the only one who is having a good time....." he said as Megumi was made to look forward. Another was there who was tied up while laying on his back with legs spread. However, he was biting down on the bedsheets drooling on them.

"MNNFFFMMM!! MMMMMMM!! NNFFFFNNNN!!" Kisho was drooling on the sheets still even if the other growls.

"Hey, I wanna hear your moans..don't you hide them from me.." the twin said slamming them in quickly at a fast pace to hit his spot quickly.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Kisho releases the sheets screaming and moaning out feeling the two fingers roughly ramming into him and into his spots. "NOT THERE, NOT THERE, NOT THERE!!"

"Yes here.....your spots are so sensitive and your tightening up so well..."

"Ahhhhh ahhhh..st..stop..p..please I'm g..gonna c..cum again..I'm gonna cum again!!" Kisho was begging for Yuji's twin brother to stop but he didn't stop only for him to hold his hips tight not letting him go. Kisho only cries out throwing his head back before Yuji's twin brother smirked.

"AAAAAAHHHHH NUGGH ST..STOPPPPP PLEASE ST..STOPPPPP!!!"

"But you feel so good when I do it here. Your tightening around me and your so drenched. You must want to cum so badly your twitching.

"I..I'm not..ohhhh f...fuck I'm not!! I...I....ahhhhh!!" He arches his back feeling weak again but he moans shaking to grip the sheets in his hands. "P..Please..please spare m..me..I..I'll...c..cum...I'll cum Y..Yujo..."

"Ah ah....why do you think you should be alright to cum? Just savor it........" he keeps ramming his fingers in harder and harder that Kisho was screaming moaning out that his head was thrown back that Megumi tenses seeing his glowing pinkish eyes again. Tears of pleasure seen as Megumi was shaking feeling Yuji now stroking his cock.

"W..wait no don't!" he growls leaning forward as the two twins were playing with the wolf and phoenix.

"Heh..go on...let it all out.." Yuji said to Megumi.

"He's right...go ahead and cum...let us see you two cum for us.." Yujo said as the two were moaning out. Megumi tries to hold it back but bit his bottom lip before cumming hard on the bed and a little on Kisho. While for Kisho, he cries out cumming hard himself as the two panted loudly feeling dazed.

The Itadori twins smiled seeing Kisho and Megumi panting as they lay on the bed but the two blinks about to try and get away then gets grabbed.

"!?!?"

"Oh no, were not done..thanks to the hot show..." Yuji said showing himself off being hard.

"We want some fun too..this is going to be good.." Yujo smirked as the two were shaking seeing how big they were. Megumi felt his hips grabbed by Yuji to pull him towards him grinding in between his cheeks.

"I..Itad..ori..w..wait..please w....wai-NUggahh!!" right away, he feels Yuji slam into him deep. A heated growl leaves him.

"Fuck...still so tight.." he chuckled but that's when he heard Kisho moan out clawing the bed when Yujo slams into the phoenix as he grips his waist hard loving the heat.

"True..this little bird is tight too..so hot too.....Ohhh I'm going to love breaking you over and over.." he teased as Kisho twitched.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Though, it would be a crazy ride. I always did wish to have a twin brother.....though, it would be something else wouldn't it." He smiled at the thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ahhhh!! ahhhh!! F...fuckkk!! Fuck fuck f...fuck fuck..." Megumi was feeling Yuji slamming into him deeply, holding his hips while he was being bitten by the neck. He always was rough with him even if he was moaning out. His eyes were closed taking in every thrust that he growls squirming for Yuji to tighten his grip holding his hips up.

"Ahhhh!! W..wait t..too deep! Your too d..deep!!" he moans but Yuji chuckled still slamming into him.

"But you like it when I'm this deep...your tightening around me so good..you must want more of it don't you?" he teased to bite at his ear. A hiss leaves the wolf before he moans turning his head away from him as he did tighten up again.

"Mmmmm...mmmmm......"

"Heh, besides...at least Kisho is loving it. See? He's already a weak mess.." Yuji said but makes Megumi sit his head up a bit to make him too. His eyes were slowly opening but then widens seeing what is happening in front of him.

"AHHH!! AHHHH! H..HARDER! F..FUCK ME HARDER ITADORI S..SAMA!! ITADORI SAMA!!" Kisho was held up in Yujo's arms taking in his monster beast like thrusts, hearing the bedboard hitting the wall hard that cracks were seen. He was just as wild as Yuji was as he growls like a hungry tiger taking in his prey.

"Such a greedy hot bird...come on, move your hips down too. I want you to take it all in. Let it all sink into your mind as I make you mine." he growls as Kisho moans feeling his eyes roll in the back of his head twitching.

"I...I can't!! Your t..to rough! My body i..is gonna b..break...I'm gonna break!!"

"What was that? You want me to break you more?" he said even biting his shoulder that Kisho claws Yujo's back drawing blood as he was being taken.

"Oh g..god!! f...fuck y....yes...yes yes YES!!"

Even if he did feel that, he only tightens more around him that Yujo growls to grip some of his hair and goes to suck on his neck. Kisho screams wrapping his shaking legs around his waist feeling him jackhammering into him even more. He even moves to lower down taking in one of his nipples and peck sucking on it hard. KIsho screams shaking again that he was drooling looking up at the ceiling.

"Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh h..harder!! f..fuck me harder! HARDER!!!" he begs that the other smirked still growling hearing the loud claps of skin against skin.

"Your wish is my command naughty bird....take it all in....."

"Y..Yes...I want it...I want it s..so badly! Please keep fucking m..me more!! Make me yours!!" He begs while Yujo goes to do that while thrusting into him hungry like.

"Haa...haaaa.....K..Kisho??" Megumi was shocked seeing this, even if he was hard wanting to punish him too. However Yujo was really giving him a pounding. He even saw how Kisho shook under him. As he tries to move, Megumi hisses as Yuji pulls him back to him. "H..Hey!"

"Hey don't lose focus here but if you want it that badly.... I should give you the same.." with a smirk, he started slamming into Megumi as he screams out with tongue hanging out.

"AHHHH N..NOOOO!! NOT THERE!! NOT THERE!!" He moans only to claw the bed feeling Yuji doing the same. Both Kisho and Megumi were moaning out loudly feeling the twins devouring them together while not slowing down or easing up.

"I..Itadori sama!!" Both Kisho and Megumi screams arching off the bed as they were being taken, drooling on the sheets taking it. This did lead to different positions, the two cumming time and time again before they were now on their knees moaning and ripping the sheets. Megumi was twitching tightening up around Yuji while slamming his hips back into his thrusts wanting more.

"These two are so cute....taking it all in like nothing...you really broken them good brother." Yujo said seeing Yuji now slamming into Kisho since they switched.

"Ahhhhh..ahhhhhhh...f..fuck m..more...g....give me more!!"Megumi begs that Yuji panted still ramming into him even harder.

"True..but their so fucking cute......" he smirked now having Kisho in a mating press seeing the phoenix twitching as he was having his nipples pinched feeling Yuji ramming into him.

"Ahhhh!!! M..More...f..fuck yes r..right there...there!!...keep hitting right there!" he begs that the two were growling even more excited till they were jackhammering into them again. Both Megumi and Kisho screams at the same time, eyes glowing as they cry into the darkness of the room.

"That's it.....were close already...we'll fill you both up so much....you better take it all.." Yuji and Yujo said still thrusting faster and harder as the two were screaming wanting them to cum.

"Y..Yes please c..cum...were g..gonna cum too..please fill us with you cum!" both said begging for it as the two tigers keeps thrusting their hips faster and faster and faster with all their strength. When the two kept screaming, they curled their toes feeling close as well.

"I..It's close!"

"I c..can't..haaa I can't take anymore!!"

"It's fine..go ahead and cum..." the tigers said before Megumi and Kisho tightens around them to arch off the bed moaning out.

"C...cumming!! I'm gonna cum!!!!!" They moaned before Kisho and Megumi cums violently. Kisho twitched screaming with his mouth slightly open panting as he came while Megumi whines cumming on the bed shaking himself. The violent orgasm was strong as Yuji and Yujo groans feeling the heat burn but was cumming as well.

The two were panting heavily while falling on the bed side by side. Kisho was shaking along with Megumi but he noticed how out of it he was. Coated in some cum and sweat that he saw Kisho slowly looks to him with pinkish glowing eyes.

"F...Fushig...guro..s...sama...." he slowly moves to slowly lower down kissing him right in front of the tigers. He feels the kiss only to return it back still in heat as the wolf and phoenix were making out. Yuji and Yujo saw only to get hard again but moves closer to the heated subs. As Kisho was making out with Megumi, he breaks the kiss panting about to ride him when suddenly...

"Ahh!?"

Megumi blinks seeing Kisho twitching to grip the sheets but he saw Yuji slam into him again. He moves his hand down his back as Kisho shivers. Yuji growls licking his lips before starting to slam his hips again.

"Nuggghh!! W..wait! I'm st..still sensitive! I Just c..came! I Just came Itadori-s..sama!" he moans throwing his head back taking in the thrusts. Megumi tries to sit up but he gasped feeling Yujo slam into him and panted.

"N..No n..not y..yet..I'm also s....SENSITIVE!!" He moans feeling the twin starting again too. The two were moaning out throwing their heads back as their moans and screams were loud in the room.

"We know..but we are not done.." Yuji said.

"After all...we have all night to wreck you both good.." Yujo said as the two were moaning and looking dazed to their minds breaking to the pleasure.

~~~~~~

Yuji blushed red thinking about it but snickered. "Though...what are the chances of that. Good idea for dreams though. now I wanna break them even harder again." he said excited.

[mulberrysilk]

I've been thinking about husband nanami on our wedding night and like he just puts into a mating press and 9months later there's two little hims (one boy and one girl) crying in the middle of the night and he gets up to help feed them but he wouldn't have it any other way and he can't wait to put another one inside.

Nanami Kento x f!reader

cw: smut, Husband!Nanami, pregnancy kink, body worship, lactation kink , not proofread

a/n: omg addfshshd I love this thought. It’s so domestic yet still full of love AHHHHH *screams* I want marry a manz like Nanami and I’d be set for life 🥺

Half asleep, he turned the other side, the sheets ruffling softly as he did and draped his arm over to where his favourite source of warmth would be, brows furrowing to find it empty, the heat on that spot growing cold. Slowly as he came to, his ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of high pitched cries coming from across the hall.

Throwing the blanket off his form, he slipped on his Navy cotton plaid pyjamas before taking careful steps out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes on the way to the nursery. The wails gradually grew softer , finally comforted and calmed down. The white wooden door was slightly ajar and before making his presence known, he took a peek not wanting to intrude the little peace you’ve finally managed to create for the little ones.

Your humming was gentle and soothing as his eyes scanned the unlit room only illuminated by the moonlight. The two cribs were the first thing he sees and he took note of how one was empty and the little toddler on the other one was standing, tiny hands gripping the wooden bars looking onto the corner of the room. By where the bookshelf was, he finally found you. Sat and gently rocking in the rocking chair with your little boy in your arms, the straps of your silk chemise loosely hung off your arms, one of your breasts exposed as you nursed your son, your eyelids fluttering shut still longing for more sleep.

A soft smile tugged on the edge of his lips at the sight, his beautiful wife and his beautiful children all in one room was a peaceful sight he didn’t want to intrude on but always wanted no matter what, to be a part of.

Nudging the door softly open, he stepped inside, his daughter whining softly and bouncing impatiently in his crib as he looked at you. He scooped his daughter in his arms, the little girls with tufts of light blond hair burying her face into his chest, immediately comforted by his presence and like a miracle fell asleep within minutes.

“Ah,” you winced softly, the tug of your sensitive nipple latched on by your son being sucked and tugged too harshly. He was fast asleep and yet he was still drinking your milk. You softly sighed and decided to put him in his crib again, sleepy eyes taking in the room only for you to blink a couple of times to make out your husband’s bare torso bent over Yuka’s crib. “Kento,” you softly sighed, heart warming at the sight of him.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He whispered, stilling the rocking chair so that you could stand and quietly make your way to your son’s crib.

“You looked really tired…” you replied just as hushed as his tone, leaning over the crib and gingerly placing your son in his crib, tucking him in with his favourite blanket. “Besides I can handle it on my own.”

Nanami softly sighed before gliding his hands around your waist and closing the gap between your back and his torso, his bare skin radiating warmth on yours. His lips brushed against your ear as he clasped his hands to lock you in his embrace.

“I know you can but you don’t always have to, we’re a team,” he rasped, eying the two little bundle of joys whisked away to dreamland.

“They look so much like you,” you giggled softly, bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck feeling his lips against that sweet spot in the crook of your neck. “Especially Kenjiro.” You smiled down at your son, caressing his chubby soft cheek.

Nanami hummed deeply, hands on your waist not able to resist the urge to let one roam higher to cup your aching, swelling breast while the other trailed lower to your sensitive mound.

“K-Kento,” you gasped, your walls clenching immediately quick at his hot touch. You were already dripping wet, a side effect whenever you breastfed and you squeezed your thighs shut, embarrassed when he finds out how slick your folds were but his deft fingers had breeched their way to your aching cunt.

“Mhm,” he lowly growled,satisfied to feel his fingers easily coat with your slick. . “Let’s take this to the bedroom so I can take good care of you. Show you just how much I appreciate you.”

You nodded and you were swooped bridal style in his arms, your hand coming to mouth to muffle your squeak of surprise. Nanami captured your lips in his as he carried you out the nursery, quietly closing the door behind the two of you before he laid you on the bed.

“Kento,” you whimpered, staring up at him.

His eyes wandered your form, loving the way your chemise was bunched slightly round your waist, the hem dangerously high up your thighs the matching silken lace panties with a saturated wet patch tempting him further.

“Darling,” he purred, running his hand up your leg, kneeling on the bed, cock hardening in his pants. “Why are you being so shy?” He teased, leaning over you, propped on his elbow as he let his hand trail up your body, missing your cunny on purpose. “I’ve touched you like this before…many, many, times.”

“We just…it’s been awhile,” you stuttered, voice small and meek, cheeks hot. “My body’s not the same as it was after having the babies,” you admitted, looking away, lips trembling, embarrassed.

“Your body,” he rasped, pulling down your chemise to expose both breasts heavy with milk. “has changed to carry two of our children. Be proud.”

A soft moan left your lips when his tongue licked a strip on your breast, lapping across your sensitive nipple. “K-Kento…”

“I know how much they hurt sometimes,” he purred, massaging your breasts, a shaky breath of relief leaving you. “Shall I relieve that pain?”

His narrow Fox eyes gazed at you with such intense warmth and adoration that you nodded without hesitation, the love you had for your husband making the familiar ache of desire pool in your lower belly.

Nanami watched your eyes flutter close when slipped his hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit while he massaged a breast in one hand while his mouth was latched onto the other.

“K-Kento…if you keep doing that—the sheets will get messy,” you shakily breathed out, walls clenching around nothing as pleasure sparked in your core.

“I’ll clean it up,” he replied, his mouth off your breast momentarily. You caught a glimpse of his salvia that had slicked your soft skin and how it glistened in the dark room, white milk leaking out your perked nipple.

Your cheeks heat up and your arms moved to cover your chest out of embarrassment, before you could do that, his lips latched unto your breast once more, eliciting a gasp from you.

Nanami was a little dissatisfied with himself at the thought of you being insecure of your body, he must not have been reassuring you enough with how much he adored you. The children took up your time while he was working, and even at night, when things would get just a little heated, the children’s cries would have the both of you up and alert to tend to them, the sexual tension immediately evaporating.

He pressed the pad of his two fingers against your clit, massaging them in circles slowly and tracing your slit to gather your wetness and spread it all over your cunt.The taste of sweet milk made he hum deeply, finding it beautiful that this was the milk that nourished his children. How could you be so shy of such a thing? Motherhood was a look he didn’t know he’d adore so much on you. Conceiving wasn’t hard for you and him as a couple, weeks after your wedding night you had began to feel ill in the morning, had cravings and mood swings that he was able to soothe. Those signs were were as clear as day.

Slowly, he slipped the two thick digits into your sopping cunt, a soft moan leaving you at the almost forgotten feeling. Your whole body ached with heat, needing to be touched everywhere to soothe that ache and your husband was doing just that. His blond hair was messy with sleep and his broad, toned upper body made your mouth water. It’s been so long since the two of you had been this close. Your hands ran along his back, feeling the ripples of muscle that moved when he did. Your nails indented into his skin when you felt his fingers curl inside of you, slowly pumping and easing his digits in and out of you with precision.

“K-Kento, n-need you,” you whimpered, begging for more, so easily riled up from his loss of touch for so long. “Please.” Your hips moved on its own, grinding yourself on his fingers greedily. “Don’t want to come on your fingers—mhmf—want you inside me.”

“As you wish,” he simply replied, sliding down your panties and discarding them somewhere in the bedroom. He stripped himself of his pyjamas before he settled between your thighs. His cock was erect and throbbing to be buried inside of you. You stared at the sight of your husband completely bare, remembering the many times his thick member stretched your walls and stuffed your cunt full.

And with how you laid before him reminded him so much of the cherished wedding night. You, laid on your back, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, lips wet as you breathed heavily. Completely vulnerable to him. And only him. The memory was completed and the wash of deja vu hit him when he pushed your thighs to your chest,cunt fully exposed to him now.

He positioned the underside of his cock against your slit, slowly rocking back and forth to coat himself with your arousal, a deep hum leaving him while a sharp inhale came from you. You wriggled your hips a little to tell him to not keep you waiting and if it hadn’t been so long, he would have preferred to prolong that pleading glazed look in your eyes.

“Impatient are we?,” he teased, before he sheathed himself inside you inch by inch, going slow to feel the way your walls open up and stretch to accommodate his girth. His name left your lips in sweet refrains, your fingers clutched the bed sheets and your back arched in anticipation, so utterly in need to feel him close.

“Kento, f-fuck me, please,” you whimpered, arms wrapping loosely around his neck and core clenching when he bottomed up, cock head snug against your cervix.

“You don’t have to ask twice, my love.”

Slowly he pulled back, watching the strings of your arousal rip apart from your cunt and his skin. You shuddered at the sensation, moaning wantonly and nails digging into his flesh. You were hot around his length, walls pulsating with need and clit so pink and swollen.

“Another one,” he spoke, your brows furrowing as you panted, searching his eyes for what he meant. He bucked his hips forwards, filling you to the hilt once again. “Let’s have another baby.” Before you could answer, he began to work a steady rhythm. The passionate paced glide of his cock in and out of your sopping cunt had you squirming and wrapping your legs around his hips to feel him deeper. Consumed by the delicious pleasure swirling in your lower body, you tried to move your own hips in tandem with his, moaning his name over and over.

“M-missed you,” you managed to blurt out, walls squeezing him tight. His pelvic bone brushing your clit with each deep stroke.

“I missed you too,” he groaned softly, thrusting into you with all his worth, missing the way your cunt hugged his cock, making you cry out in sinful indulgence. He was going to make you swell with child once again. He needed to. “You take me so well, darling. Can you feel me? Feel me here?” He pressed his palm against where your womb would be, the pressure applied adding to the lust that made your head spin.

“K-kento! D-Don’t,” your head shook from side to side, the feeling too intense. But he didn’t stop. No, not with the way your cunny was sucking him in, almost begging to be filled with his cum.

His skin was hot against yours, both of you glistening with sweat in the dimly lit bedroom that soon filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Kento’s deep grunts, your muffled moans and the slippery wetness of your cunt. Your body jolted with each thrust and Nanami watched in a trance at your cute lewd expression and the way your heavy breasts bounced, pearly white milk dribbling from your pebbled nipples. The added fullness of your body from your pregnancy making you curvier, sexier. Even more tempting than you already were.

His hand grabbed your soft breasts, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers as he continued to rut into you, his head dipping to your chest to lap the sweet honey from your tit. Your back arched into Nanami, your oversensitive breasts making your stomach coil.

You babbled his name over and over like a chant, your fingers finding purchase in his soft blond locks. Your grip grew tighter making your husband moan against your breast, signalling you climax. Whie exploded behind your eyes as everything came crashing down, your cunt clamping around his cock as you came. Nanami came soon after, not being able to hold back his own orgasm. You softly moaned at the sensation of his cock twitching inside you, hot ropes of his cum filling your womb, your body shivered in delight.

Nanami remained for a couple of minutes still inside of you, relishing in the long missed closeness and intimacy that had not occurred in a long while before pulling out, ready to hold you in his arms after cleaning you up.

But before he could get off the bed to grab a towel, your hand held his wrist, tugging him not to go as you shifted from your laid position to your hands and knees. Nanami swallowed thickly at the sight. Your plump ass up in the air, giving you a view of your cunt stained with his white cum, your hand reached under you to spread your folds for him, still needy for more. Greedy.

“M-more,” you softly spoke, your lustful gaze locking with his eyes, his lips between his teeth, cock twitching to life once more.

In a blink of an eye, he was settled behind you, his hands gripping your hips, tightly. What kind of husband would he be if he denied such a sweet simple request?

[kumzume]

i just think that sub!nishinoya and dacryphilia :) your fingers are in his mouth and he's crying as he sucks on them, wishing so badly that you would let him put his mouth somewhere else. but all he can do is whine and cry and take whatever you decide to give him. call him a crybaby and he's gone

AHHHHH pls omfg plsss shitting n crying n cumming rn bestie holy s word <3<3

noya is naturally bratty - it takes him nothing to ask, to be polite, to be obedient, but that’s no fun. he prefers to thrash about, to whine, to disrespect you, just to have you throw him around, push him face down in the sheets with a palm against his cheek and make him cum so hard he cries.

the only thing nishinoya doesn’t like about being bratty is the punishments. some days, they’re light. 20 spankings, leaving his ass raw and red before you pound him into oblivion - a punishment he can take, one he can actually enjoy. but some days? you knew exactly where to poke and prod to make it hurt, to make him regret ever speaking back to you.

that night, your punishment was worse than he had anticipated - you understood what he enjoyed doing and you ripped it from him, took it away with a smile. he couldn’t help but fall under your spell and take whatever you chose to give him, which, in this case, was your fingers.

you knew how much he’d been craving you and your taste, your clit throbbing against his tongue and your thighs threatening to close around his head. he knew he was incredible at giving head and he knew you knew it too - so why were you so against giving him what he wanted? what you both wanted?

it may have had something to do with him refusing to get undressed when you asked, even going so far as attempting to ignore you by turning on his phone and facing the wall while you were speaking to him. okay, so he was being a total brat but he wasn’t expecting you to yank him down the bed, pull his pants off and start stroking his already leaking cock with increasing speed.

“a-ah, fuck, that’s - ah - that’s f-fuckin’ good. lemme m-make you feel g-good, please, g’na - wanna eat y-you out-mmph-!” his pleasured babbling was cut off by two of your fingers being shoved against his tongue, the action making his eyes roll back in his head and his back arch off of the bed.

all nishinoya wanted to do was make you feel good, why were you denying him that? his eyes filled with tears at the rough treatment of his cock and the harsh denial, his climax coming up quickly with both.

you looked down on him, a grin spreading across your face as you began to pump faster, harder, his legs now shaking against the sheets as he hurtled closer and closer to the edge, his tears now spilling over his heated cheeks with muffled whines and moans beneath your fingers.

“ah, look at that,” you gazed down at his big, teary doe eyes, “you are such a fuckin’ crybaby.”

and with that, he was gone, his cock pulsing in your grip, cum splattering over your knuckles and up to his chest, easily making a mess of the both of you as you stroked him through his orgasm. nishinoya attempted to come down, chest heaving and mouth still full with your digits but your hand wasn’t stopping, his eyes welling up again but this time from overstimulation.

“oh baby,” your voice was dripping with saccharine condescension, “you thought we were done?”

[greenorangevioletgrass]

just thinking about druig overstimulating you until you’re crying🤧 but he’s so soft about it!! like holding you and letting you suck on his fingers! and even his degrading words are spoken in a really soft and loving way!!

ugh i luv him sm!!!

-allie <3

ahhhhh soft dom druig is just a whole 'nother beast!

cw: established relationship, fluff, smut (d/s dynamics, crying kink, fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk)

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You didn't think much of it when he slips into bed and holds you from behind, pulling you in so your back is flush against his chest. Nor when he kisses your shoulder, hand caressing your waist under your shirt.

But when said hand starts roaming up your torso, grabbing your breast by the handful and rolling your nipples between his fingertips...

"Dru," you hum quietly. Knowingly.

"Yes, milady?"

"Don't start what you can't finish..." you singsong to tease him.

He ceases his movement, and you feel his head lifting from the pillow. "Is that a challenge?"

"I'm just saying--" you turn around to face him, barely starting before he interrupts you with an open kiss on your lips.

"Don't you worry, little one. I'll make sure you finish..." he kisses you again, and again. Tugging your lower lip for effect. "...plenty of times."

And once Druig sets his mind on something, there's no stopping him.

From there, it's all greedy hands and hiked up shirts and pants haphazardly pushed down. Teeth grazing your tits and tongue soothing the ache.

And as he comes up to look at you, his hand settles around your throat. It holds no pressure, but his next words make your breath hitch more than anything.

"Oh, you're gonna wish you never said that by the time I'm finished with you," he coos, thumb caressing the side of your neck gently, lulling you into a false sense of sweetness, and then he squeezes.

And then his other hand slips into the cleft between your legs, finding you slick and swollen and selfishly wanting him.

He circles in your clit, letting you arch into his touch, grinding against his motions and chasing your release. Of course, he's all too happy to give you that.

And more.

The orgasm starts at your core and spreads to every inch of your body like surges of euphoric electric shock. But then he doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down, and the buzz is starting to feel overwhelming.

He pins your thighs down with his own legs, feeling them quiver as they try to close. "No, darling. We've only just started. You'll play a little more, won't you?"

You throw your head back and groan, petulantly and frustratedly.

Druig shoots you a soft but pointed glare. "Don't give me an attitude, little one. You know you'll only suffer the consequences..."

"Ugh, fine!" you whine, "Just... slow down."

He picks up his pace instead, rubbing your clit even harder and you thrash against him erratically.

"Fuck! Dru--"

"Hm?"

But the words are lost on you. The heat comes bubbling in again (not that it's ever gone), and you're cumming again.

And again.

And again and again.

Until there's nothing else but the feel of his fingers on your sex, pumping in and out of you, and torturing you with the patterns he draws on his finger.

Violent sobs rip through your chest and he's quick to put his hand over your mouth, muffling your desperate cries. He shushes you, thumb caressing your skin again although he doesn't fingerfuck you any slower.

"We don't wanna wake up our neighbors, darling..." he reminds you. "Will you promise you'll be quiet? Please?"

Your whole body is aching, but with his puppy eyes and soft-spoken words, you stand no chance against him. Helpless, you simply whimper in response.

"Good girl." he smiles and puts his hand to the side, cupping your cheek. "What's your color?"

Your eyes shut, finally breathing easier as he slows down his ministrations a bit, letting you decide. But the more you think, the more you want... more. And then,

"...Green," you barely whisper.

And the smile that lights up his whole face is worth all the blissful torture in the world.

He bends down to whisper in your ear. "Tell me what you want."

"I want--" you nuzzle his hand, desperate for any kind of comforting touch, "want you to fuck me."

"Look so pretty when you cry like this..." he sighs, smoothing the hair off of your forehead. "I'm gonna make you cum a couple more times, and then I'm gonna fuck you. Okay?"

You wanna scream in protest, but he already cuts you off.

"Either that, or we stop now and go to sleep, eh?" Druig puts his foot down. "What do you say?"

Fuck... your bottom lip quiver as you hold back your pathetic sob. "Okay," you concede.

"Good girl," he repeats, slipping his thumb between your lips, eyes darkening as you suck on it. His heart swelling at the sight of his girl in complete mercy to him.

And he is in the complete mercy of you.