#He’s sorry - Ofc he is and he does everything in his power to make up for his absence.

[saturnsorbits]

There’s a secret line AU of my self-ship, where before Bakugo realises he’s actually in love with Kirishima and not me, he gets me pregnant and we have to co-parent…

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹

anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33

fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !

katsuki regrets planning this surprise.

it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.

katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.

except it involved him going abroad for a month.

you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.

he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.

so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.

despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.

he misses you so much.

he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.

“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.

“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.

“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.

“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”

“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”

“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”

you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.

except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.

don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.

but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.

it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..

who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!

he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.

it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.

his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.

he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.

he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)

katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.

he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.

katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.

you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.

your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.

“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”

katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”

you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.

katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.

you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.

all for you.

“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.

“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.

“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.

“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.

“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.

he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”

you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.

he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.

“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."

"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."

your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.

and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.

you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.

after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.

bonus :

"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.

"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"

you stiffen.

"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.

"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.

"fuckin' traitor." he growls.

"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.

"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.

"i'm soooorryy !!"

[taojjang]

riize when you're on your period ✮⋆˙

pairing: bf!riize x fem!reader, genre: fluff (tiny bit of crack idk), warnings: menstrual cycle, blood, medication

♡⸝⸝ how he'd spoil you rotten during that time of the month

shotaro . . .

◦ oh how sweet he'd be :(

◦ taro is always the sweetest to you, treating you like a princess every waking moment of your life.

◦ but when you're on your period, he does everything in his power to lift your spirits and make you feel better.

◦ he wouldn't shy away from buying your feminine hygiene products! a real man, we love to see it!

◦ he'd be at your house every day, calling you beforehand to ask if you need him to get something for you.

◦ even if you say no, he'll never arrive empty-handed. he'll bring your favorite ice cream and maybe even a new teddy bear!

★ - "i'm sorry you're having a tough time, honey... is there anything i can do for you?"

eunseok . . .

◦ not a single day goes by where eunseok isn't spoiling you, waiting for your every request

◦ nothing changes during this time of the month; your caring boyfriend still stopping at nothing to make your life as easy as it can be.

◦ the only difference is that he'd never leave your side for even a second.

◦ he'd be sat beside you stroking your hair, occasionally checking to see if you're in pain or need anything from him.

◦ in the morning he'd ask you what you feel like eating so he can plan out today's meals, always ensuring his baby is happy and well-fed </3

◦ once he notices even a small wince from you, he wastes no time, rushing to grab a hot pack and leaving soothing kisses on your forehead.

★ - "i know it hurts, darling, i'm sorry. i'll take care of it, i promise."

sungchan . . .

◦ your cuddle buddy!

◦ whenever it's that time of the month, really all he wants to do is scoop you up in his arms and hug all of the pain away :( ... which conveniently works!

◦ when you're experiencing cramps, sungchan is always beside you, gently rubbing your tummy. he holds you delicately in his arms as if you'd shatter with too rough of a touch.

◦ his large, warm hands work wonders for your minor cramps and he knows that, so he never stays far from you in case you need him.

◦ but when your cramps are intense, sungchan always feels so sad and helpless :( he frantically researches remedies while you curl up in his lap, crying against his chest.

◦ he wipes your tears and kisses their trails, trying his best to soothe you in any way possible.

★ - "i'm so sorry, princess... the medicine should be kicking in any second now. should we try to take a nap?"

wonbin . . .

◦ a clueless cutie (・・ ) ?

◦ he'd be helplessly sitting beside you, too scared to touch you in fears of hurting you even more.

◦ nevertheless, he'd still be layering you with blankets and googling how to help his suffering gf (he's a loser and you love him!)

◦ in the end, he asks you to tell him whatever it is that you need, but all you want is cuddles and snacks :( so ofc he delivers!

◦ he'd order a bunch of your favorite snacks and find a good movie to watch

◦ would put on a comedy but laughing hurts your stomach so you watch a sappy romance instead, aaaand now he's stuck wiping your tears while you ugly cry over some cliche movie...!

★ - "you're such a crybaby. come here, let me kiss you."

seunghan . . .

◦ the way he treats you when you're on your period alone is already grounds for marriage

◦ seunghan would cater to your every need— buying your hygiene products, running errands, completing house chores, shit maybe even doing homework for you

◦ he just can't see his baby in pain :(

◦ the second you're leaning over in pain, he's running over to hug you probably with tears in his eyes

◦ every little flinch and he's asking if you need to go to the hospital

◦ he's the most caring boy in the world and he'd do anything for you <3

★ - "i'm sorry it hurts so much, angel... but i'm so proud of you, you know that?"

sohee . . .

◦ sohee would wear a stoic and confident act, but the poor boy is just a confused, scared, anxious little dude...

◦ he would be less clingy than the other members but would still travel lengths to make you feel better.

◦ sohee would work on lifting your spirits! he'd love to pick up food from your favorite restaurant and eat with you :3

◦ he'd do anything to make you smile— often ordering frozen yogurt at 2am and watching naruto until sunrise

◦ he knows how excruciating your menstrual cycle is, so he does everything in his power to make you happy even if its just for a split second.

◦ he's just your little ball of sunshine <3

★ - "i know it hurts, pretty girl... how about i order froyo? would that take your mind off of it..?"

anton . . .

◦ GOD SAVE THIS POOR BOY

◦ he is just about as emotionally drained as you are...

◦ every time you'd whine in pain, he'd hold you close to him and cry with you, constantly whispering apologies and comforting words.

◦ he goes out to buy your hygiene products but probably ends up calling you to tell him which one to buy... poor boy is super shy but he reminds himself it's for your girlfriend!

◦ he probably asks you questions about your period so he can become more prepared and knowledgeable, but you're not in the mood to talk so you end up cuddling instead (◡﹏◡)

◦ you lie cuddled up against his chest as he strokes your hair with one hand and rests the other on your lower back, soaking in each others' presence.

★ - "you're so admirable, my love. you're doing so well."

[mncxbe]

𝐟𝐰𝐛 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮, 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: tysm for your sweet message nonnie♡ you're really sweet and yes i'm doing well. i made some hc for them separate and together (for silly) and also added some sfw stuff. enjoy!

𝒄𝒘: lowkey mean jouno (he calls you little slut), choking, mentions of breath play and other kinks, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, creampie, power dynamics if you squint

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨

assuming you're part of the hunting dogs, the first time you two hook up is after a stressful mission. you just needed to blow off some steam but had a surprisingly good time so you agreed to be friends with benefits from then on

he prefers to meet at his place cuz he feels more in control that way. plus I see him using handcuffs and toys so it's easier that way

Jouno is a dom. unless he's too tired after a mission he won't sub. he gets off to mentally overpowering and degrading you. also be prepared for some intense sessions

ofc he can be sweet and gentle if you ask him to but he generally prefers rougher sex. that way it doesn't feel like you two make love (what's that emotional intimacy? nuh uh)

he does like to experiment with different kinks. he's super into breath play and blindfolding you. also orgasm denial. makes you call him sir

honorable mentions: he actually respects your boundaries and the aftercare is surprisingly nice. outside of the bedroom he's very professional and respectful but if you tease or upset him he's gonna get back to you

overall experiemce: 8/10 cuz he sometimes takes it too far and he's a bit mean

You were about to leave the break room when Jouno barged in, slamming the door shut.

"Oh hi Jouno everything alri–"

Before you could finish your sentence his gloved hand was wrapped around your throat. "You little brat. You've got some nerve don't ya?" He pulled your face impossibly closer to his as he jammed his thigh between your legs, pressing your back against the table behind you. "Think you're so smart mouthing off during the meeting, asking Fukuchi for more teambuildings because me and Tecchou can't get along?"

You tried to pry his hand off your neck but he only tightened his grip, making your vision blur "Jouno p-please I didn't mean it like that" you babbled out, earning a chuckle from the man. "Oh I know how you meant it. You're just chasing that praise aren't ya, you little slut. You think I can't tell how giddy you get when someone tells you you've got a good idea or you did a good job?"

Jouno's leg pressed against your core and you instinctively shifted your hips, seeking some sort of friction. Despite the situation you were in you couldn't help but feel worked up and Jouno could tell, his own bulge forming in his pants. His hand moved from your neck to your jaw, squeezing it harshly "Since you're so concerned about the well being of our team, how about you tell the others how well we get along? How you moan my name every night and fuck yourself stupid on my cock?"

"'m sorry Jouno" you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks. "Oh I know you are, pretty. So how about you show it, hm?" The man grabbed your hips, hoisting you up on the table before pulling down your uniform pants and discarding them on the floor. "Let me eat you out"

"But Jouno we're at work..." you fumbled, squeezing your thighs together but he quickly pried them open, positioning himself between your legs. You would've lied if you said that seeing him on his knees in front of you– for you, didn't make your core tighten.

"And?" he retorted, brushing his fingers over the damp spot on your panties "That doesn't seem to stop you from soaking your underwear. Does it turn you on, knowing that anyone could walk in on us? Or are you just that desperate for me?"

You became even more embarrased after hearing his words and looked away, biting down on your lip. Jouno pulled your underwear to the side, running his fingertips along your slit– he could smell your arousal and it was making his head spin as he rubbed little circles on your needy clit before slapping it harshly. "I expect you to answer when I ask you a question, brat"

The sudden contact made your body jolt and you immediately nodded "Yes, Jouno– I mean sir. Yes sir I really need you right now. Need you to touch me"

"Do you?" he taunted, taking off his glove and pushing a finger inside your cunt, curling it perfectly against your sweet spot. "Yes I– oh God" you mewled as he lightly sucked on your clit. You took off his cap and carefully placed it next to you before one of your hand found its way into his hair, pulling him closer to your needy cunt.

Jouno ate you out like a starved man, his lips latched on your clit and his slender fingers curled oh so nicely inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making whines and moans spill from your lips. It didn't take long for you to reach your high, feeling a familiar knot tightening in your abdomen but before you could cum Jouno got up to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sai..." you whined, pouting at the man but he only chuckled "Serves you right. Maybe next time you won't forget your place."

He reached for his hat, placing it back on his head. "Don't worry, sweets, I'll take good care of you tonight if you behave." Jouno gave your thigh a light pat before walking out of the room, leaving you aching for more. God, he was such an ass sometimes...

𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮

he's a bit reluctant at first cuz he doesn't really get the point of it– Tecchou doesn't have the highest sex drive, but he's really flattered that you find him attractive enough to ask him to be fwb

he's really sweet and gentle with you, takes his time to learn what you like. praises you a lot too and overall focuses on your pleasure above all

the sex itself is pretty vanilla so don't expect him to be rough like Jouno but if you want to experiment he's open

Tecchou is a true switch. he's fine with anything as long as you feel good– you wanna top him? sure. you want him to fold you in half and manhandle you? that works perfectly fine too

aftercare is mostly him talking to you about stuff in his life and although he shouldn't, he lets you spend the night if you're too tired to go home or it's too late

that's why he actually gets attached after a while and starts developing feelings for you. but he does a good job at keeping them hidden because he doesn't wanna ruin your arrangement or make you feel uncomfortable (until he inevitably confesses them in the heat of the moment)

overall 10/10 experience

You've been friends with benefits with Tecchou for a couple of months now and things couldn't have been better. He treated you better than any of your exes have and actually knew what he was doing in bed. As for now, Tecchou had you laying on your back with the top of your thighs pressed against your chest, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust.

" 'chou–" you whined, pretty nails digging into his wrists as you tried to ground yourself "too much 's too much". The man only grunted in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he kept rolling his hips against yours. "Relax, angel, just relax ah– you're s-so tight like this"

Tecchou was on cloud nine, completely lost in the feeling of your walls clenching down around him, pushing him to another orgasm. He'd already came once, his cum pooling in a creamy ring at the base of his cock, but he just couldn't stop now– not until he had you writhing underneath him.

Ever since the two of you started hooking up, pleasing you has become his top priority. You were just too precious, so sweet and kind to him, so patient when he told you that he doesn't really have that much experience when it comes to sex. Work took up most of his time so he never had the chance to have a proper relationship, let alone be intimate with someone else. But still you taught him everything he needed to know about pleasing a woman. It didn't take him too long to realize he'd fallen for you but he never said anything to you about it– too afraid to ruin what the two of you had. So he simply cherished these moments when he has you all to himself, moaning his name and clinging to him as is he were the last thing that kept you together.

"Hiro– Hiro baby ah fuck– there right there" you babbled out, your back arching off of the mattres to offer him a better angle. Your shaky fingers moved to your clit, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive bud as your eyes fluttered shut. God, you were so beautiful like this.

Tecchou's strong arms almost gave out when he felt your cunt squeezing down on him and he grabbed your legs, pulling the backs of your thighs flush against his abdomen. His face was basically buried between your calves as he started moving again, making you gasp. It was overwhelming in the best way possible– you could feel every ridge of his cock as he dragged it in and out of your gummy walls and it was driving you over the edge. "Oh God oh God i'm close s-so so close" you mumbled, pressing your tits together as you locked gazes with the man in front of you.

Maddening. It was utterly maddening. Tecchou swore he could spend the rest of his life fucking you like this and he wouldn't have any regrets. His eyes moved to your tits– so prettily bouncing with each of his thrusts despite your best efforts to keep them still and your face. Oh your face; blissed out with your plushy lips quivering as he pushed you closer to your high. With his own orgasm threatening to wash over him, Tecchou tightened his grip on your legs, hugging them closer to his body as he nuzzled his face between your calves, peppering them with kisses "You're so, so beautiful angel ah s-shit I could look at you all day long. M-my pretty girl love you, love you so much ah fuck—"

His sudden confession made the tight knot in your belly snap and you gushed around him, coating his length and abdomen in your slick. " 'chou please 'm all yours. want you to fill me up" you mewled and Tecchou's vision went white. That was all it took for him to cum again. A loud, broken groan spilling from his lips as his hips halted, his cum pooling inside you. When he eventually pulled out with a wet pop his cum seeped out of your hole, dribbling down onto the damp mattress.

You were both breathless, staring blankly at one another. "So um..." you said eventually, cutting through the awkward silence "You like me, now?"

"Yea, I guess I do." confessed the man, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Do you mind it?"

"Why would I mind it, Tecchou?" you giggled, motioning him to lay next to you and he obliged. Wrapping your arms around him, you cuddled yourself close to his chest, breathing in his musky scent. "I mean, I kinda like you too. You're really sweet."

Tecchou smiled, his pretty amber eyes lighting up. He quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head "I'm glad then. Maybe we can talk about it when we wake up?"

"Mhm, sure" you sighed contently before drifting off to sleep, leaving Tecchou with a pounding heart and that dumb, lovesick smile on his face.

𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮

Jouno makes a very detailed schedule because god forbid you spend more time with Tecchou

it's a competition, really– who makes you cum more times and they always discuss it at work. Jouno's a bit petty

"So, Tecchou. How did it go with y/n last night?"

"Pretty well actually."

"Oh yea? Well I made her squirt two times the night before so I bet you didn't do that well"

if Jouno ever gets jealous of Tecchou prepare for some hate sex♡ and for him to leave hickeys all over your tits and thighs so Tecchou knows who you actually belong to (yea, he gets a bit posessive)

Tecchou is very normal about it

if you ask them nicely enough they may agree to a threesome. but oh boy prepare for a sleepless night (+100% sure they kiss too)

it'd basically go like this

yes I did shamelessly reference a previous post because I have exams tomorrow and sadly couldn't write more

[satoruxx]

sorry to go feral in your inbox but ghostface!miguel who is crazy about you (in a good way I promise) and does everything in his power to protect you and keep those horrible college guys from your classes away from you but you only know him as the mysterious gravelly voice who calls you every night that you’ve grown fond of as your personal lullaby-

pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader | 1.5k words summary: ghostface!miguel, stalking, possessive miguel, violence, death, killing, obsessive behavior, suggestive, killer miguel ofc, reader is WAY too trusting, miggy just loves you so much !! rheya’s note: NONNIE BABES YOU GENIUS !! he absolutely would oh my fucking god. i am so normal about this (going feral) i was literally squealing while writing this it was rough. why is this concept hot? do i need therapy? probably. anyways he's a creep in this but in a good way? (the way this ask literally got me inspired to draw ghostface!miguel UGH) anyways ENJOY !!

miguel isn't a bad guy. he's not. he's one of the good guys actually, a hero. he's always been a hero.

it's not his fault that there are some assholes in the world that are fucked up, preying on innocent people who just want to live their lives.

sweet, innocent people like you.

how a girl as sweet and precious as you managed to get yourself surrounded by such horrible people is beyond him. and you're so nice too, always assuming that nobody has it out for you or that everyone has some good in them. with that mindset, you were just asking to be put in danger.

so, being the hero that he is, it's his obligation to look out for you, right?

it starts off quietly. he doesn't make an effort to connect with you, choosing to watch you from the shadows as he silently tracks your day. miguel is nothing if not observant, mentally noting every single person you interact with or looks your way. and if they get a little too close, a little too comfortable? well, then he'd just have to take care of that for you, wouldn't he?

he hates that one flirty coworker of yours, always leaning a little too close to you and chatting like he's your fucking boyfriend. miguel can see the little crease of discomfort in your brows whenever that coworker is nearby, and he decides that he hates that expression on you. but you feel fine afterwards, because when your coworker goes missing the next day, you send a quick thank you to the heavens, trying to push down your guilt.

he finds out that you try to make some extra money by tutoring a guy at your school. and when miguel watches the two of you through the windows of the library he feels hatred like no other run through his veins because he doesn't like how this guy looks at you. that asshole probably didn't even need tutoring to begin with, using it as a pathetic excuse to get close to you. what a fucking joke. but you don't have to stress about tutoring anymore because the next day you get a text saying the kid has transferred schools. you never hear from him again.

oh but the worst ones are the ones who ask you out on dates. they don't even know how lucky they are, getting to see you all dolled up and pretty for them, only to absolutely destroy your hopes for a good time. it makes miguel so angry he sees red. every fucking time one of those losers makes a comment that has your shoulders slumping with disappointment, a miserable frown on your pretty lips by the end of the night, he feels sick to his stomach. but he hopes that when you see your date's body on the news the next morning, you won't be so disappointed anymore.

only after watching over you for a while does miguel decide to finally talk to you, finding the perfect hiding spot to watch you through your window as you pick up your ringing phone. he has to stop himself from groaning because your voice sounds so much sweeter when it's in his ear, smooth and precious as you ask who it is. and he can't resist playing with you, dying to hear more as he sighs behind his mask.

"tell me your name and maybe i'll tell you mine." miguel answers, gravelly voice practically purring through the speaker. he can see the confusion on your face as you pace your kitchen, reaching for a bag of chips before walking back to your couch and settling in to watch a movie. he hears the screams from the tv and bites his lip. "what's that noise?"

"a movie." you reply, the expression on your face getting less guarded as you listen to his voice.

"a scary movie?" he asks, leaning against the edge of the roof so that he's got the perfect view of you. you take a chip and pop it in your mouth, chewing quietly, and he follows the movement of your lips with eager eyes.

"mhm," you nod, and miguel thinks it's so fucking cute the way you move your head even though you think he can't see you.

"you like scary movies?" he asks with a hum, and you voice out a yes. his eyes remain hooded and attentive as he effortlessly continues the conversation. "you got a favorite, sweetheart?"

he catches the way you melt under his sweet words, and miguel decides then and there that he's never letting you go. he listens to your answers with a grin, tucking his knife away and watching you animatedly talk to him for the remainder of the night.

and the rest is history.

you tell him about a guy who's bothering you? he'll bury him. someone made you cry? he'll break their legs. your date stood you up? he'll stab them so many times he loses count. and then after all of that, he'll call you like he always does, rumbling honeylike words into his phone as he casually watches you from behind his mask.

"and how was your day today, sweetheart?" he'll drawl out, late at night as he perches on the neighboring roof to your apartment. with the way he's angled he can perfectly see the innocent little smile on your face as you settle in bed, talking on the phone like you're not scared of him at all.

and you shouldn't be, because he'd never hurt you, of course.

some nights you'll giddily tell him about the most exciting parts of your day, smiling and giggling until you fall asleep without a care in the world. but on the nights when you complain or whine about somebody that's made you upset, wronged you, or god forbid, showed interest in you? well, those are the nights miguel has to grit his teeth and clench his fists, trying to control the flare of pure rage that courses through him. he lulls you to sleep with sweet words, trying to keep his cool but still vibrating with anger because who the fuck do they think they are, getting near you like that?

"don't worry, pretty girl," he sighs into the phone, twirling his knife between his fingers. "i'm sure they'll stop bothering you soon enough."

and they do. but you being the precious oblivious little thing you are, assume that you're just lucky. a guardian angel, you had said, was watching over you. miguel had just chuckled into the phone, deep and rich as he smirked at you from the roof once again.

"guardian angel? well lucky you, huh?" he had asked, feeling all too pleased with himself. you agreed with a nod.

well, if that's what you wanted to see him as he had no problem playing guardian angel for you.

and no he doesn't even want you to find out, because the last thing he wants to do is scare you. no no, he'd much rather protect you from the shadows, eliminating every single threat could ever harm a hair on your pretty little head. his reward comes in the form of you living your life, carefree smiles and all.

and granted he feels much more rewarded when he calls you late at night, deep voice teasing with an underlying sense of possessiveness as he speaks to you about anything and everything. he doesn't understand why and how you decided that he was safe to talk to, but you do, laughing and sighing into the phone until you've dozed off.

and if you've accidentally left your windows open, well of course being the gentleman he is, miguel will close them for you. but not before he stands at your bedside, raising his mask to watch you sleep peacefully. such a pretty little thing, so sweet and gentle. and after pulling himself away from your sleeping form, he quietly shuts the window behind him, yanking his mask back down with a smirk because he doesn't want anyone else to see you all vulnerable like that.

you were too trusting to begin with, but you trusting him is alright. after all he's the only one who's been looking out for you. anyone else tries to get near you and he'll have no choice but to tear their limbs off. they could be a threat to you, right?

but that's why he'll never let you out of his sight.

you're his after all.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Falalalala, Michael is Sold~ (Christmas Miracle Card Spoilers|Summary)

Howdy there lovelies, sorry it took me fucking forever to drop this, I've been distracted with Amy and Sitri (which I still need to finish out the last parts of that lmao) But, alas here we go with seeing how things play out with this bratty, brother-complex angel being sold at an auction... To view the prologue parts for the card I already went over HERE YA GO <3

If you've already saw all of that, I'm jumping right in. Same format as Raphael's Summary. As a reminder since the angels are paid banner only per PB's warning I am only allowed to really just paraphrase and heavily summarize his card story instead of the usual reacts I do.

Enough of the boring yapfest let's go lol

First I would like to thank my friend for continuously sharing card content with me. I wouldn't be able to do these things without such blessing, ;w;

Second, I would like to let the public know Michael was my fave at first due to aesthetics only. The pretty black hair, the one wing on the side of his head, but goodness doesn't he have some demons in him. (I want this to be a joke and a literal thing because..)

Anyways

We lead in with Michael being pissed off that he's having his body shown, and everyone is infauted with his skin describing it as porcelian white. So marks show up very easily.

I like the continued theme that every seraph does not show their body to anyone but God.

The bid was high, like 55 million. Makes sense Tarataros is rollin' in dough.

Some important things to note for Michael's card is that unlike his brother Raphael, he made a lot of expressions each time he was touched.

Instead of cursing and vocally trying to say anything, his body is simply reacting as he's thinking about how he shouldn't be showing ANYONE this and that MC needed to be stopped.

We still have the elements of "non-consent" but it seems it's different with Michael. He's wordlessly threatening everyone's demise but he doesn't put up as much of a fight.

MC ofc is getting turned on by everything he's doing

The guests have started masturbating in their seats (imagine being that one person just wanting to be there for the auction and your neighbor just starts jackin' it/flicking the bean. lmao)

Oop. We're punching them in the stomach again. I think that's going to be a reoccurring thing for Gabriel too.

This is interesting...Michael slumped forward? I don't even think Raphael did that. I wonder without his powers poor Mike is possibly the weakest? He seemed to be the most powerful aside from Lucifer.

Michael is and has been getting turned on by the way since MC started touching him. He doesn't understand, but I'm like...my guy you almost came when your brother plucked out your eye I know what you are....

Now I don't remember if Raphael was branded, but Michael is branded for the auction. His halo starts glowing around this time too. Again I know what you are.

Also, Michael is so pissed off and horny random objects are shattering and he's basically crying buckets. Also his emotions are affecting the weather too. Neat.

Alright so now he's really upset. He doesn't want MC to touch his cock because it's only for God to see and touch. He was not doing much before but he's definitely putting up a fight now.

Even auctioneer was like "Uh head for the decks folks he may cave the walls in on us" and everyone was like "Nah, stfu" like damn ya'll really want that angel bussy.

So as common theme of sounding continues...as you guessed Michael gets a metal rod stuck in his pee hole and well he's losing his mind ya'll.

I bet he would like being called a good boy by his favorite person...

Anyways, after all the poking and probing from MC it appears that he only needs the rod stroking the inside of his cock for him to get to his climax. Nothing anally is being done to him for his story.

So after he cums he basically leaves in a beam of light. The other devils came on him too. They say though that he left wordlessly he stared at MC as if he wanted to say something. Interesting.

Though that's over and done with, basically the end of the story are the devil's bidding on MC's tormenting as if that's something to bid on lmao but Mammon was like yah 10 billion and it's being donated for the end of the year party in MC's name. What's cute though is that MC is referred to as His/Her Majesty along with Mammon. It's like his citizens shipped them already.

ANDDDD that's all folks. That's Michael's Christmas Story. If you want my blunt opinion????

5/10

I'm sorry ya'll, this card story wasn't really worth the money for Michael fans. It falls short in terms of what's done to him, he kinda just sat there for the majority of it until his cock was touched, and he just kinda poofs back home without confirming any feelings whether negative or positive towards MC like how we see in Raphael's card.

However, I did like the elements of Michael being able to withstand being touched and stayed still for the most part. This has me believe something that I will explain in my theories below. Also in adore mode you can play with his tiny head wing, like pulling on it and such. Wings are sensitive I imagine so it's a fun element.

THEORY TIME

I want to say that I think Michael didn't put up much of a fight because to him any other part of his body being touched, though it hasn't been touched by anyone before...is not that big of a deal to him and perhaps he's had these feelings faintly but just didn't push himself to explore that any further.

Now also, we note that his chastity belt was not removed by MC. I feel that the reason this did not happen is because Michael has 0 feelings for MC and thus the miracle didn't extend to that possibility. Now to compare with Rara's card...maybe during the event he started feeling things for MC, curiosity, and some kind of need for them, in that moment perhaps he felt as if this is what God wanted for him so he gave in 110%.

Michael resisted feeling that way for MC, because he simply did not want those feelings. He just wanted to experience being in pleasure only. Because perhaps...those feelings are deep for "someone else" that keeps getting implied ._. But anyways. That's more for those who ship that to go about, I personally do not lol (brother complex is brother complex)

I also think that perhaps the relationship between MC and Rara is meant to build more than the other two seraph angels. I'll just have to see Gabe's card and see what we're working with. I do not have a prologue for him because he was in the Nightmare Pass only last time....I wonder how they will pan out his story and what differences I will notice.

As always thank you lovelies for tuning in ^^ see you in the next react <3

[loveemii]

𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭!

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐀𝐟𝐚𝐛 - 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (i’m so sorry this is late ToT)

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• When Inosuke realized that he had romantically had feelings for you he immediately went to Tanjiro and Zenitsu for help (Zenitsu ended up giving him lessons on how to give romantic gestures)

• It took Ino sometime to get used to a person who was the exact opposite from him; he is very hyperactive all the time as well as very touchy, as you; you’re calm and shy overall very introverted

• Inosuke forgets a lot of things including peoples names very easily; but he remembered yours, it was the only name he could remember besides his own

• It took you a while to get comfortable around him but once you did you were talking more and laughing all together; occasionally Inosuke would introduce you to roughhousing but he was more gentle with you and tried his very hardest not to touch your ass or boobs (ofc it’s an inosuke thing)

• When he did “accidentally” grab your breast once he just looked at you through his mask not moving his hand and he slowly moved his arm away from you; you were blushing like crazy and it drove him insane, “Sorry..” he mumbled and you accepted his apology

• You two started dating when Inosuke brought you your favorite flowers and a rock that was the color of your eyes. “For you, and this rock!” Inosuke shouted in excitement; when he gave you your gift he took off his boars mask; when you did start to date him he would take it off even more then a few minutes out of the day.

• After almost a month you kissed Inosuke’s lips and he always wanted kisses afterwards; he was addicted to it, any chance he gets he’s pressing his lips on yours.

• Pda is a must for Inosuke. You don’t mind it at all unless he overdoes it but he never does; he absolutely loves holding your hand or putting an arm around your waist in public and small kisses occasionally he’ll make out with you for a good 5 seconds which gives you adrenaline 100% in the best way possible

• He knows you’re a very shy person so he does anything in his power to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe; when he noticed someone scolding you over a item at a shop once he didn’t hesitate to jump into action

“What do you think you’re doing!? Can’t you see she’s buying that? Idiot!”

• Right after shouting at the person causing you trouble he’d wrap his arm around your waist and pay for what you wanted, anytime he saw the person out of the store afterwards he’d give them the nastiest glare

+ spicy!

• At first when things started to get heated Inosuke would love to make out with you anywhere and everywhere, although you were shy you tuned out everything else and melted into his kisses

• But when the two of you were alone he’d be so so so addicted to hearing your whimpers as he kissed n sucked all over your neck making you feel weak, it was like a drug to him

• Things started to get more interesting when you began to give him hickeys now; it was sexy enough that he gave you marks but when you did it to him oh man; he was a whining mess

“D-damn it..!” Inosuke would gasp as you surprised him with another kiss.

• Alright now; things quickly were beginning to become even more heated in the best way ofc. Inosuke would insert his middle and index finger inside of your wet pussy; he’d only thrust slowly but went deep as he knew you didn’t like these intimate moments to be rough

• When you did get more comfortable you let him taste you and he was addicted to the taste of you, always almost every night he’d ask to have another taste

• Now occasionally after those moments he’d ask for a handjob and man oh man he didn’t think you’d be so talented in such a skill, he would always buck his hips up from time to time trying his very best not to be too rough

• Blowjobs, you thought to yourself one night; “I should taste him? I really want it in my mouth” But hey; you’d never ever say a thing like that out of your mind

• When you first brought it up to him he was super excited and well his uniform was already off; you obviously had never done this before so you bobbed your head slow but licked his tip and spit on it a few times to get it even more wet

• The sound of his tip choking your throat made him go absolutely feral, he wanted to hear you choke even more on his amazing girthy cock! And so he’d go deeper but slower so he’d make sure not to hurt you; you never minded in fact; you loved it especially when he’d tangle his hands in your hair

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again i am so sorry this is very, very late. but i hoped it was worth the wait lol ><

- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you

p.s. i had to add some spicy parts cause i honestly wanted it too ToT

[prentissluvr]

sam would be the best boyfriend when ur on ur period, he’d immediately know what to do, he’d go to the store and buy you what ever pads and/or tampons you need, snacks, everything. there’d definitely be a time where he’d make a little gift basket out of the stuff and it’s just so cute. he fills you a hot water bottle, lets you braid his hair (he claims to not like it but he deffo does), he lays your head like where his bellybutton is and plays with your hair whilst talking to you in a velvety voice and gives you so many cuddles and tells you how beautiful you are if you get bloated or breakout or anything and gives you lots of kisses on your body wherever you’re comfortable with it

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babydoll you sent this at the perfect time!! because i just got my period yesterday lolll so i was totally thinking about this <33

tw mentions of throwing up, passing out, and overall bad period pain rip lol

i like to think about how younger sam had almost no idea about periods. he probably heard things here and there about it whenever he was able to be in school, maybe even learned about it on his own because he's a curious, intelligent, and kind sweet boy!! but he's never very close with an afab person until he meets jess. he's naturally sweet and caring, so he learns quickly with her.

so when he's with you, he's ready and prepared to be the best boyfriend in the world. he learns what you need specifically and what you like best and it ingrains it in his memory!! (crying i know this isn't about samjess but everything is about samjess to me, so i'm thinking about the fact that he still remembers what jess liked the most :((( sobbing . like what if the first time you text him to pick up pads or something, he unconsciously grabs the kind she'd buy before remembering he can just ask what you want. he probably knows your favorite candies by then, so he doesn't think to grab jess's, but he does remember. i just love them a lot SORRY) ANYWAYS !!!

i'm crying at the idea of sam only letting you braid his hair when you're on your period because you'll get upset if he doesn't LOL but that he secretly really likes it and would totally let you do it any other time if you ask him sweetly enough. (he's down bad and will do anything that you want. he caves so easy). and he like. feels like he should be playing with your hair instead, but he knows that playing with his hair calms you so he just sits there in utter contentment like. wow i'm soooo in love with them :,)

AGH laying on his belly makes me so :(((( that's when he gets to play with your hair to relax you <3 wahhh and i'm crying about how assuring he is with you <333 he's so so incredibly sweet and just pours on the compliments when he knows that you need them. so so so many kisses!!!

and on the topic of laying on tummies <3 for some people, pressure makes cramps feel better. and i just imagine sam absolutely melting and wanting to CRY at how in love and endeared he is with you if you ask him to lay his head on your tummy to help with the pain. while he's there, he'll tell stories and gently massage your legs or just lightly rub over your sweet skin <3

speaking of massages i think he's the bEST at giving them!! his hands are so big, which helps massively, and then his touch is so gentle, yet steady and it is just so completely soothing <3 he loves being able to take even a little bit of your pain away. and he hatesss to see you in any pain he's so :((( so he does everything in his power to make it as bearable as he can!!!

ofc everyone has different experiences with their periods, but i know that in the hunting context, i personally would have such a shit ass time with my period because i doubt it'd be too easy to get birth control to tame my horrible cramps. so i think about how concerned sammy is when he realizes just how bad it can get :( headcanon that jess probably got pretty bad period cramps too but i can imagine she had access to birth control or meds to help out, so when he sees you in so so much pain he's so so worried :((

he feels soo so awful seeing you throw up or get faint or even pass out from the pain because he knows he can't fix it. so instead he's just so so caring and soft and perfect about it. especially if it gets this bad for you, he's extra careful to keep track of your period to make sure that you're never going to be doing anything strenuous during that time. if you're in pain while on the road, he gets in the back seat with you to hold you and put his warm hands on your belly until you can stop at the nearest gas station to get you a hot water bottle or something for the pain. he's perfect and i love him so much and i need need need him to take care of me while i'm on my period lol

[nina-ya]

public setting lawlu, imagine all the peeps sitting together drinking, luffys eating a shit ton as usual and law is sitting beside you, taking sips, making sure not to go overboard

but then he hears you "he's so grumpy, never smiles, honestly!" you giggle, your voice is exagerated, animated and all with the glimmer of mischief in your eyes, in truth you are merely riling him up. its worse cause you're with everyone "yeah and luffy, oh i love luffy's smile, yknow its contagious!" to which the strawhats agree, all giggling and chucking and clanking glasses to their captain.

even in his eating spur, luffy is back at you, eyes wide with glee before landing his lips on yours, you can taste the meat, and hint of alcohol, luffy is practically pushing his tongue down your throat, as if trying to devour you. your lucky everyone is mostly immereded in convo or too drunk to notice

then you feel law's hand on your thigh, hand heavy, gripping your skin, maybe even pushing the hem of your skirt up slightly in the process, oh he is so annoyed

he also wants to strangle luffy, out of annoyance and ofc jealousy!

(sorry, brain empty, only kissing luffy thoughts! also i loved ur repy, i was worried i went overboard, + ur writing so yummy in my tummy, 5 course meal)

LAWLU ANON I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING A HOT MINUTE TO RESPOND TO THIS I AM HERE THOUGH AND I AM EATING THIS UP AND SPILLING MORE THOUGHTS FOR YOU!! CW: themes of exhibitionism

You'd swallow, the taste of meat and alcohol lingering on your lips as Luffy pulls away, grinning ear to ear like the ball of sunshine he is. His contagious smile always makes your heart flutter, but its that inked hand on your thigh that's occupying your thoughts at the moment.

Law's grip tightens, fingers pressing into your skin, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. If you paid close attention, you would notice that the glint in his eyes are swirling with annoyance and maybe even possessiveness. You bite back a smirk, loving the way his jealousy flares so easily.

"You know," you'd say, your voice carrying over the chatter of the crew, "Luffy's smile really does light up a room. It's truly one of those things that I just adore about him." glance over at law and give him a teasing smile as you watch the way his jealousy seems to burn bright.

Law would lean in close, his breath fanning your ear. "Careful," he murmurs to you, "You're playing with fire."

And of course, you just keep on provoking. Doing everything in your power to show Luffy attention and add fuel to the fire. You feel his hand slide further up your thigh, his movements hidden by the table. Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest at the action.

You would eventually do something that causes Law's fingers to have a bruising grip on your flesh and you would meet his gaze, silently challenging him to do something about it.

Then, his fingers slip beneath your skirt, brushing against your panties. You try your best to suppress the gasp you nearly released. he reaches between your legs and he smirks, feeling the fabric is dampened from your arousal.

"You're wet already," he would whisper to you, "Is this turning you on? Being so close to everyone while I touch you? Do you like the idea of getting caught?"

Your heart is beating a million miles a minute, and your breath hitches as he pushes your panties aside and slides a finger along your slit. You've suddenly grown quiet, opting to focus on holding back those impending moans instead of chatting with the crew. His finger circles your clit, slow and torturous, sending your mind in a frenzy.

You can barely focus on anything else other than Law's hand between your legs. He slides a finger inside your dripping hole, curling it just right and relishing at the feeling of you clenching around him. You cover your mouth with your hand, doing your best to casually hide all of the sighs and gasps that are threatening to spill from your lips.

He leans in again and whispers "you're so tight. I wonder what Luffy will think of this when I tell him later." His thumb rubs against your clit as he sticks another finger in, the combination of the feelings making your hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white.

The sound of the crew is distant as your pleasure builds up moment by moment, teetering towards the edge of release. Luffy finally takes notice of you and he can't help but ask whats wrong. The hand that's not covering your mouth reaches over to Luffy and tugs him closer to you. You lean in, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him down and burying your head in the crook of his neck and bite down hard. As you tumble over the edge, you cum around Law's fingers and you let out a gasp against Luffy's neck, praying and hoping that anyone looking at you two would think that you're just hugging him.

Luffy catches onto the situation quickly as he sees Law removing your hand from under your skirt, licking up your essence with a shit eating grin as you are left spent and panting in Luffy's arms.

[whole-circus]

can i please request nsfw headcanons with laughing jack and candy Pop ?? thanks youss 🫶🏻

Candy Pop and Laughing Jack NSWF hcs!

➥ Hiiii!! (pretty clown boys im drooling). Here you go! And again sorry that i kept you waiting!!!! >:(( Ofc please remember about safe sex always and things like that!!

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Candy Pop

Yeah he is big king, and I mean it, he is huge everywhere! Candy isnt human, so things like "average size" doesnt applicable to him, basic laws of nature doesnt exist either. Bold assumptions that he would be more than 10-12inches (25-30cm) when hard and he is thicc! Such a yummy dick and pretty too! Shape doesnt look human tho! Candy has couple of veins here and there, and is well trimmed (he just cares about his look so much, not like you can complain). Good luck with taking him - at least he can hit all your sweet spots easly. Absolute nightmare if you are virgin!

Candy is defintely a top! He just loves using his power and big posture against you! All that to make you feel completely under his control, relying only on him. Loves making absolute mess from you, the state when you cant even think properly and just moan needly his name while bouncing on his cock - he lives for that so much. There is no better view than his pet being obdient and good just for him! There is a small chance that he would let you dom him, but its one in a milion tbh - Candy just loves "taking care" for you too much!

Such a kinky and freaky beast pls!! Like bondage, spanking, BDSM, pet play, size kink, breeding, degradation!!! Sign him in, he is so willing to try anything and everything!! Boy has seen a lot so you wont suprise him anyways. When you two are having sex, he loves choosing risky places when you two could have been seen! Candy does have something from exhibicionist and get off so much from the thought that someone would see you both! Big on making you cry, he so so mean i swear! Doesn't let you cum without his persmission, says many mean things or maybe its becasue of pain? Can't wait to see you looking up at him with your teary eyes! Candy Pop is also rough partner, constantly grabbing and pulling your hair ust to look at him. Give him blowjob if you are brave enough! He knows that he is huge and wont fit into your tight throat, but will try to shove as much as he can!

VERY VOCAL!! He moans, screams, whimper,, just anything! Making so many sounds like his own life depends on it! Also great dirty talker, you are wet just from his voice! LOVES CALLING YOU HIS PET! Or things like slut, dumb fucktoy, and things like kitten or filthy dog..But he has his cutie patootie side too! Sweetie, cutie, pup, baby (tho he likes to use it when he mocks you)! HE ALSO LOVES WHEN YOU CALL HIM NAMES THAT EMPHASIZE HIS POWER OVER YOU!! Master and sir are his thing, but he is curious what can you come up with!

Loves positions like doggy, cowgirl (doesnt matter if reversed or not, he just want you do all the work!) and listen!! he is big and strong and stuff so he can actually hold you against the wall and just fuck you when he hold you (usually for quickies). Candy also loves taking you on the table/kitchen counter - anywhere like that! Will grind against your butt with his bulge, and be ready to be humped when you two sleep pacefully!

When it comes to aftercare..it is here but nothing too special. Will definitely praise you after sex, telling you how good did you do, helps you out with potential hurts you got during - otherwise he will just lay here with you, caressing your back and hair.

Laughing Jack

Another huge and inhuman cock..good luck! Jack is way more on lenght than thiccnes, but i assure that you wont complain when he will pound into you! Also, he is not a human, so we ignore there basic laws of nature - i would say he is around 8-10 inches (20-25cm) long when hard. Has cute little bush, one sensitive vein on the back and no, his dick isnt in black-white stripes.. Second virgin nightmare, but what is the worst thing that can happen?

Jack defnitely prefers to be dominant one, usually he is this sweet and soft kind of dom..but be aware of his more rougher side, just give him a bit of time! That dosnt mean that he won't be sub..gladly will become one just for you! Just keep in mind that he is bratty as hell, not obeying any of your command..looks like he needs good punishment to put him in line!

Romantic love making with all this cheesy stuff like candles and roses >> rough sex rawr. I will propably dissapoint you all freaks, but nothing too hardcore? Jack is pretty loving and sensual partner once you are together, so the thought of hurting you in any way (even if its for your pleasure) would put him off a bit. But he is open to trying new things, just nothing too kinky! Enjoys marking you in diffrent forms - biting, straching you with his sharp nails or just giving you hickeys, he loves that so much..! Please pull his hair - or let him do the same to you, it doesnt matter at this point! Huge on breeding, loves the though of getting you all full with his cum..(no worries, even if you cant be pregnant!). And when it comes to oral.. he is so amazing at giving it! Jack has such a long tongue, ready to reach all your sweet spots or wrap around your whole lenght! If you would be the one giving, he might be a bit scared because he knows well how big he is, so it might take him a bit convincing.

Much of a whimper..! Makes such a cute and needy noises i swear to god. Jack doesnt really moan, but it happens to scream your name while growling! Also dirty talking can be a bit awkward sometimes, but most of the times he is doing great job and keep you both away frm this uncomfy silence!

Doesnt really like degrading you, sex is more of love making for you both and he just want to show you his feelings! You end up being sweetheart, love, darling or little one - he is sucker for this cute petnames. When it comes to him, he is fine with being just Jack or other sweet petnames, but wont complain if you call him daddy!

Jack especially likes the positions when he can see your face and have easy access you every part of your body! So missionary (pls, you two holding hands when he slams into you!), cowgirl and pretty much enjoyes 69. Special place in his heart goes to normal sex during cuddles or to cockwarming!

AFTERCARE IS SO SWEET WITH HIM! Whatever you need, he will bring it up to you! He will glady cuddle with you to sleep after he made sure you are clean and hydrated, but is as much cool with just hugging you ad talk about small, silly things.

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[bamboozledbird]

IGNITE: A Teen Wolf S1 AU // Chapter 1 / Next

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Reader (You) Pairing: Eventual Stiles x Reader, but man are we talking slow burn Word Count: 4.8k Warnings: Canon typical gore/violence, parental death (rip to your fake mom), descriptions of burning, depictions of depression (apathy, dissociation, 'numb little bug' vibes) Tags: Canon has been lovingly scrapped for parts, author is a chaotic bi and it shows, prolific overuse of the em dash, the slowest of burns i fear

Summary: You can always smell ash long after the fire is gone. Perhaps, that’s why you still can’t breathe without choking on the past. It’s been four years since your mom died. Four years since she burned alive. For years since you didn’t. You survived, but they must have buried your heart with her because you feel like something halfway between a ghost and a lamb for slaughter. 

You can’t wash the smell of hospital out of clothes, not really. Maybe, that’s why death and disease follows Stiles wherever he goes now. It’s been eight years since his mom died. Eight years since he didn’t. Eight years since he decided that he wouldn’t let anyone he loved die ever again. He survived, but Scott’s new-found abilities and the murky world they’ve been dragged into is making it pretty damn hard to keep his promise. 

Time never stops turning. The grief never dissipates. Children soldier on—but in a town where all the monsters under the bed are real and old family skeletons rattle in every closet, how long can two fragile, breakable humans survive? 

Maybe, the real question is how long will they want to? Chapter Summary: After your annual interrogation with Sheriff Stilinski, you meet his son who turns out to be very handy with jumper cables and incoherent babbling.

A/N: Does this look familiar? It should lmao. I gave into the peer pressure. All the messages and requests were too powerful. Here is a reader version of my ofc season 1 fic. Obviously some things have been removed to get rid of specific names/descriptions, so you want to read the full thing you can read the og version and check me out on ao3 (dork_knight)! For the sake of not clogging tags, I'll probably just do my reader version on tumblr and the full oc lore version on ao3 from now on. xx

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

Before your mother’s death, you would have picked fire. Every single time. 

You never liked the cold; never really had to get used to it growing up in central California—but the crux of your argument, the twisted logic behind it all, was that most burn victims died from suffocation before they felt the flames. A small mercy, really, in the face of unspeakable tragedy. 

In the end, however, statistics were just numbers, your mother didn't die from smoke inhalation, and there was no mercy in burying a parent before you were old enough to have children of your own. Nothing ever ended poetically off the page. Death was just death, and it was always ugly. Someone should really tell that to Robert Frost, you mused, biting at a raw hangnail.

The medical examiner said the actual cause of death was pulmonary edema; at least, that was his best guess based on the state of the body. He didn’t say that she felt everything, her skin peeling back into her flesh, her flesh liquefying into fuel, her joints flexing into contorted pleas until the fire incinerated her last nerve ending. He didn’t have to; you connected those dots all on your own. You’d been twelve at the time, not an imbecile. 

“I’m sorry to drag you through this all again.”

You flitted your eyes away from the flickering lightbulb above Sheriff Stilinski’s head and met his gaze; it was nauseatingly sympathetic. Your responding shrug was a small, little thing—more like a twitch in practice, “Not your fault.” 

Your yearly visits to Sheriff Stilinski’s office were solely your father’s doing, even if no one wanted to admit it to your face. Most mayors would use their political power to get their child out of a police station, not into it, but perhaps he stopped being your dad somewhere between the funeral and now. 

“If you could start—”

“From the beginning,” you smoothed your thumb in small circles over the armrest of your chair, attentively tracing patterns into the polished wood, “I know.” This was, after all, the fourth anniversary of your first interrogation. You’d become somewhat of an expert at being a useless witness. You picked at your uneven cuticles before continuing, “Mom put me to bed around 10:00—which was kind of late for a school night, honestly, but she let me stay up to finish another chapter anyway.” The right corner of your mouth twitched for a brief moment, “Nancy Drew: Password to Larkspur Lane. I told her that forcing someone to go to sleep in the middle of a mystery was specifically forbidden in Geneva Protocol II.” Your mom had been far too indulgent of your lip on most occasions, but that night she didn’t smile at your snarky aside. She let you finish the chapter because she was too tired to argue; you could tell. At the time, you saw it as a victory. Now, it kept you up at night, the drooping lines of your mother’s mouth spilling over the pages of whatever book you were trying to read.

You bit down on your tongue when a stray splinter snagged against the soft pad of your thumb, “Dad was out of town, so it was just the two of us. Mom always put me to bed when Dad was gone; said it was the only way she could get to sleep. Had to make sure my window was locked.” You paused for a long moment: everything went dark after this. Your mother kissed the top of your head, murmured, ‘Love you,’ turned out the light, and then that was it. You woke up in the hospital, and your mom was dead. 

A bead of sweat dripped onto your top lip. The air in the Beacon Hills police station was, without fail, sticky with heat and body odor—and it wasn’t just the oppressive Californian sun. Even in the winter, a person could choke on the stifling warmth. Idly, you wondered if it was a matter of interrogatory tactics or budgetary constraints. 

“And then,” Sheriff Stilinski prompted gently, though you both knew how the story went from here. You had told it to him and a dozen other officials at least a hundred times in the last four years. 

You bit down on your thumbnail and winced when your teeth snagged on the tender nail bed, “And then nothing. I opened my eyes, and a nurse said that you found me on the front lawn.” 

“You don’t remember how you got outside?” 

You shook your head, staring past the Sheriff's shoulder. Large pieces of dust floated through the air, highlighted by the slivers of light trickling through the blinds. Suddenly, you had a newfound appreciation for the lack of fans in the room. 

Sheriff Stilinski cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his jaw, “You don’t remember saying it was an angel?”

Blinking slowly, you looked at the grim line of the Sheriff’s mouth and gripped your knees tightly, digging your fingers into fragile skin until your wrist cracked, “I should, right? I was twelve. I should remember something—that’s what everyone thinks. That’s what my dad thinks.” Your eyelids fluttered to a tight close, and your voice went so quiet you could barely be heard over the hum of the copier outside the door, “He thinks it was me. That’s why he makes you question me every year.” Copper flooded your mouth as the soft lining of your cheek split under the brunt of your teeth, “He thinks you’ll finally figure out how I did it.” 

You were scared to open your eyes as the silence stretched between the two of you. You’d danced around the subject before, hinted and spun around the heart of it, but you’d never truly discussed how it looked from the outside. Sheriff Stilinski had been kind enough to give you a few different excuses over the years: trauma, head injury, oxygen deprivation, just plain ol’ grief—but whatever caused your temporary amnesia wasn’t so conveniently explained. In fact, currently, you had no explanation at all. When you finally peeked through your lashes, clumped together with frustrated tears, you couldn’t quite figure out what expression the Sheriff was making. He leaned back in his desk chair and frowned, “I’m sure he doesn’t—”

“He does,” you cut him off. Your eyes went flinty, irises darkening to something far more ashen with the resolve of your anger. You never had any trouble reading your father’s face; the disgust was thinly-veiled between the flickers of fear. 

Sheriff Stilinksi leaned forward so that you had no choice but to look him in the eyes. They were kind—more tired than usual, but still kind. They always were. That was one thing you remembered from that day, waking up in the hospital to Sheriff Stilinski’s kind, watery blue eyes, just before the entire world fell apart. His voice was gentle, but firm, when he finally spoke, “I don’t.” 

You nodded numbly and pulled at a fraying string on the hem of your denim skirt until the thread snapped. 

“I mean it, kid. They couldn’t identify the source of the fire. They couldn’t even find an origin point; no twelve-year-old could pull that off.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, “Could anyone?”

Sheriff Stilinski’s brow furrowed, and his mouth screwed up into a crooked line, like he was chewing on his words and deciding if he should swallow them or spit them out. “I wish I had all the answers for you. I really do. Not knowing, it’s worse than any truth.”

You blinked up at him for a moment, once again taken aback by his raw sincerity, and swallowed hard. He wasn’t the one who was supposed to have the answers; he was the one who was supposed to ask the questions. There was one failure in his muggy office, and it wasn’t the Sheriff. “It’s okay,” you said quietly. “Not your fault.”

He looked like he wanted to argue the point, but whatever he wanted to say was interrupted by the sharp ringing of the phone on his desk. “I have to take this, but if you remember something, or if you just need to talk—”

“My dad spends a small fortune on a psychiatrist and a behavioral therapist for that,” you stood up quickly, shouldering your bag. You forced the corners of your mouth into a small smile, tight at the edges like a sheet that had been stretched too thin, “But thank you. For everything.” 

The Sheriff’s gaze darted to a framed photo on his desk. You had seen it before, on one of your many visits to his office. It was of a boy—his son, you assumed—he looked like he was around five or six at the time. He was grinning, wide enough to show off his missing incisors, and his fingers and wrist were stained cotton-candy blue from a melting popsicle. You must’ve been that happy once, right? In the beginning, everyone was unencumbered by the weight of imminent mortality. Maybe that’s what Sheriff Stilinski was thinking, too. He looked away from the photo and gave you a small smile, “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

You gave a half-hearted wave before wrapping your fingers around the strap of your backpack and walking to the parking lot. 

Outside, the sky was grim, a mocking reflection of the dour expression on your face. The spite in your eyes hardened when big, fat raindrops splattered against the apples of your cheeks. For a moment, you just stood there, glaring at the rain and cursing the cosmos for their utterly unamusing sense of humor.

A jeep pulled into the parking lot, and the squealing engine startled you back into reality. The search for your car keys was, of course, a considerable endeavor. Nothing could be easy. Not here. Not today. Not ever, you thought. A bit melodramatic maybe, but the weather was certainly ripe for a bit of self-pity.

You stacked your textbooks and binders onto the hood of your sedan, haphazardly throwing your jacket on top of the pile to protect your painstakingly penned Kafka essay from the rain. By the time your fingertips brushed against the cool metal of your car keys, your hair was damp and curling at the ends. 

The momentary relief was short-lived when you pressed the unlock button five times and the accompanying beep didn’t sound, not even once. For an absurdly long minute, all you could do was rest your forehead against the driver’s side window, breathing heavily until condensation gathered next to your mouth and the drizzle speckled dots onto the sleeves of your thin cotton shirt.

“If you’re trying to charge the battery through osmosis, it’d probably be more effective to smash your head against the hood.”

You jumped, and then flinched again when your keys clattered against the ground. You caught a glimpse of the phantom speaker in the side-view mirror; bizarrely, he looked just as surprised as you felt. You turned around, trepidatiously—objects may be closer than they appear n’all—and tried to swallow your rapidly rising heart. 

“Sorry,” the boy pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down and had the decency to look contrite, “big mouth.” He rubbed a hand over his chapped lips. “It’s a real problem. It’s so big, actually, that my foot just slides right in there like…all the time,” he gestured animatedly with a flat hand, a quick sliding motion, like a fish through water.

You blinked at him, slowly, and bent down to reach for your keys, “Might wanna see someone about that. Sounds unsanitary.”

“Eh, it’s hardly the worst thing I’ve put in my mouth,” he said, eyes widening into horrified round circles the second he stopped talking. A faint flush creeped up his neck to his ears, and your heart dropped back into your chest. Slashers and ax murderers didn’t blush. Probably. You hadn’t ever met one, but it seemed like sound logic.

“Choking hazard,” you hummed, leaning back against your car. Your fingers traced a small dent in the door, the cause long forgotten, “It’s definitely still a choking hazard.”

The boy grinned before fixing his expression into something on the cusp of severity, “I’m about 95.7% sure that anything bigger than a fist is completely mouth-safe.” He held up his fist and nodded sharply, “Make that 98.3% sure.”

“98.3?” your brow arched.

“Maybe even 98.9.” 

The buzz of a lamp post hummed above your heads as you stared at each other with little smirks until the quiet made you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and big-mouth drum his fingers against his forearm. 

“So,” his sneakers squeaked against the slick asphalt as he shifted his weight, “you need a jump?”

You pursed your lips and ran your eyes over the front of your car, “I might give osmosis another shot. 30 seconds is hardly a fair trial.”

“Of course,” he hummed, “you gotta be fair.”

“We are in front of a police station.”

“Well,” he scratched his cheek, “it’s not a courthouse.”

“Technicality.” You were slightly horrified when you finally noticed that you were smiling. The sensation felt like it had escaped straight out of the uncanny valley and latched onto your face like a parasite in need of a host. It only took two weeks for muscles to atrophy; years must have completely decimated the fibers in your cheeks. “I guess I could use a jump. If your offer was an offer and not a hypothetical.” 

“Smart choice.” The boy rapped his knuckles against the hood of your car and said, “Steel’s probably pretty low on the permeability scale.”

“As opposed to a skull.”

He snorted and then nodded towards the large lump of books and papers covered by your freshly dampened jean jacket, “You should probably move your stuff. Y’know, ‘cause of the very un-permeable battery.”

“There’s that,” you sighed and started stuffing your things back into your backpack, shaking it violently until your notebook finally slid past your chemistry textbook, “and flunking English isn’t high on my list of things to do this weekend.”

His gaze flickered back and forth, rapidly cataloging every corner and crevice of your face. You tilted your head, brows pinched, and stared back at him with your arms crossed tightly over your chest. His eyes, you noticed, became a peculiar shade of brown in the yellow glow of the setting sun and the fluorescent light of the lamppost. More like honey, you realized, more like honey than irises. Something finally clicked behind them. "You,” he pointed aggressively, “you go to Beacon Hills.”

You pushed his finger away from your face with your own, “Safe bet, considering there’s exactly one option for the next 2,000 square miles.”

“You’re kind of a smartass, you know that,” he muttered. He struggled with the trunk of the jeep parked next to your car, cursing under his breath until he finally wrenched it open with an almost guttural grunt.

Your lips parted briefly, and then you grinned drolly. It was refreshing, not being treated like some fragile little creature who would buckle in the knees—or possibly set something on fire—at the slightest confrontation. “Kind of?”

“Total.” He nodded decisively before sticking his head and torso into the depths of his trunk. “Completely, entirely, and wholly a smartass.” There were various clanging sounds until he re-emerged with a pair of jumper cables, “Never noticed that in class. You don’t really…say anything.”

You bit back the snark poised on the tip of your tongue. When people looked at you, the only thing they saw was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. You were the daughter of the woman who burned to death on Cedar Street; your mom died, and you were there. It seemed like that was all you would ever be in Beacon Hills. 

In the grand scheme of things, it was better to be no one. 

High school had been your chance to slip into social obscurity—more kids, more drama, less discussion of homicide by arson—so you took it, wholeheartedly. You kept to the corners of classrooms, away from extracurriculars, and your mouth resolutely shut. 

“I try to exclusively bring the smart and leave the ass at home,” you finally replied.

The boy’s eyes drifted downwards for a moment, and his voice did a funny, squeaky thing when he said, “I should give that a go sometime.”

“10/10 would recommend. No one bugs you—and teachers never throw erasers at your face.”

“So you do remember me,” he grinned a little and rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt before unlatching the jeep’s hood and propping it open.

Slanting your head, you watched his profile. There were moles scattered across his cheek and neck, and his angular jaw clenched as he struggled with the knotted cords in his willowy fingers. “Vaguely,” you said faintly. It was coming back to you in pieces. That was life after twelve for you: bits and pieces. Everything was made up of the disquieting moments when you surfaced from the haze and into the present. It should’ve felt like a lungful of air, but it didn’t. It always felt like choking. 

He wiped his grease-smudged hand on his jeans and then extended it towards you, “Stiles.”

You took his hand, despite the strange formality, and shook it—mainly because of the black streaks staining his pants. “Y/N.”

His fingers twitched a few times when he connected the clamp to the coordinating battery terminal, and your eyes widened. You held your breath in your sternum until you registered that he hadn’t been electrocuted. He was just naturally tweaky, you concluded. It was either that, or he had jumped one-too-many engines in the last 24 hours…unless it was hidden option C, and he was actually tweaking. Unlikely, given he was on his way into a building teeming with cops, but far stranger things had happened in Beacon Hills.  

You sighed a little as you listened to the rain patter against the asphalt and the roof of your car, rubbing your palms over your arms until the goosebumps prickling along your biceps receded into your skin. Stiles looked back at you again, and his mouth wormed its way into a little frown. His head disappeared into his trunk, and after a moment a lumpy maroon mass hurtled towards your face. You caught it before it could smack into your nose, and you clutched at the soft material until you realized that the projectile missile was actually just a sweatshirt. 

Stiles was staring at you when you looked up from your hands. A small, unsure…something squirmed over his face, and you felt a little stupid, just standing there, hoodie limp in your arms. It happened a lot—more than it should after so many years. The invisible quicksand materialized in the strangest, most insignificant moments. You blinked, completely brainless, at simple questions, stared aimlessly into your closet until your second alarm startled you into snatching the first shirt you came across—clasped at a stranger’s hoodie until the rainwater pooled on your lashes dripped into your eyes.

Robotically, you thrust your arms through the sleeves and tugged it over your head, “Thanks.” The sweet scent of grass clung to the fabric, and there was something earthier underneath it, something like evergreen. You smiled slightly, combing your baby hairs behind your ears, “I guess I forgive you for attempting to blind me in the process.”

Stiles’s shoulders unwound as he scoffed, “That was an excellent throw. First-line material, honestly.”

You looked at him and tilted your head, eyebrows crawling towards your hairline, and Stiles sighed loudly, “Okay, so I’m not an ‘athlete’ or whatever—but I’m working on it. You’ll see—you’ll all see.”

You hummed softly, unconvinced but grateful enough to not comment further. Another bout of silence fell between you, but it wasn’t so restless this time—even after Stiles torpedoed his body through his passenger seat. He fought with his keys for a while until the correct one slid into the ignition. 

The jeep’s engine hummed pleasantly in the background as you let out a soft sigh, dropping your head back against your car window. The rain had stopped somewhere between trying to unlock your car and now, but you couldn’t quite recall when. The chill wasn’t so bad, you realized, without your foul mood casting a shadow over your head.

Stiles landed back on his feet and leaned against the jeep. You could feel his gaze on you again. A tickling sensation trailed down your spine as you fiddled with your keychain. You took a step backwards and bit your bottom lip, “I should probably try start my car…y’know, before you throw something else at my face.’”

He nodded, taking a step towards his jeep, “Solid plan. A tire iron was next.”

You slid into your car and stared at the steering wheel, forgetting to laugh at his joke. You wrapped your fingers around 10 and 2 and silently called upon every deity you’d ever heard of to end your suffering. Stiles seemed nice enough, but you seriously doubted your smalltalk capabilities were up-to ‘ride home’ standards. Perhaps, you should revisit your resounding dedication to atheism, you thought, as the engine sputtered in protest a few times and then came back to life. 

Stiles flashed two thumbs up through the window. The smile on his face was positively goofy, but his dismount from the jeep was somehow even goofier. He stumbled over his large feet a few times before regaining stability. You bit back a smile when he shot you another thumbs up, this time through the dash as he removed the jumper cables from your car’s battery.

He wiped his hands off on his jeans again; at this point, you were convinced that they were beyond saving, but Stiles didn’t seem concerned. He tapped against your window before stepping around the open door, “You should probably let it run for a while. Take the scenic route home; enjoy all the Beacon Hills hotspots open past 8:00 pm on a weeknight. I personally recommend the Rite Aid or Walmart.”

You snorted, “Maybe I’ll swing by the Preserve. I hear the woods are especially beautiful in the foreboding darkness.”

“Don’t.” Serious was an odd look on Stiles’s face. You decided that you much preferred the goofy grin. “Don’t go anywhere near the Preserve. It’s officially cordoned off—totally locked down, quarantine-zone-central. Something about flesh-eating, parasitic plant life.”

“As completely real and unobtrusive as that sounds,” you drawled, “don’t worry about it. Literally every single person in town knows about the body they found in the woods.” It was bound to happen, small town and all—and ‘woman dies in deadly animal attack’ was the most interesting thing that had happened in Beacon Hills since the intersection got a Target two years ago. “I’ve seen every installment of Friday the 13th and The Blair Witch Project. If I’m going to be murdered, I refuse to also be humiliated by a cliché C.O.D.” 

The manic expression on his face softened to a relieved smile and then again to a little smirk, “So what’s a certified fresh murder, then? Not that I doubt the depths of human depravity, but I think society killed off originality a few centuries ago.”

You thought back to a house fire with no origin, accelerant, or discernible cause. Apparently, not. “You know what they say,” you sighed, “life finds a way.”

Stiles tilted his head, “And death.”

“And death,” you agreed, staring at a small chip in your windshield. The cracks had just begun to spiderweb out from the pit. 

Stiles looked like he wanted to say something, and he looked so much like the Sheriff with his face twisted around thoughtful contemplation that you couldn’t believe it had taken you this long to make the connection. The boy in the photo had grown up. How unfortunate for him. Stiles swallowed whatever it was that was lingering on his tongue and shut your door. He leaned his elbow against the window frame and cocked his hand in a stiff little wave, “Seeya at school. I’ll bring something fun for target practice—maybe grapes. You like grapes? Don’t answer that—I’ll surprise you.”

You put your car in drive once Stiles was safely a few feet from the wheels and gave him a dry smile, “The anticipation is killing me.”

What a scary place to be, you thought as you watched Stiles disappear in your rearview mirror. Anticipation. Hope. Life. You were chronically good at surviving; cockroached your way out of every horrible thing life squashed you with. Lately, all you could do was cling to your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin, until you were barely more than roadkill. A walking carcass was a far cry from living, but death would not stop for you, so you stopped looking for him. You kept treading water, took your pills, stopped existing—you were a lot like Schrödinger’s cat that way: too stubborn to live, too stubborn to die. You didn’t know what to do if someone unsealed the box and forced you to choose. That was the trouble with possibility; it required far too much uncertainty.

Your dad’s SUV was parked in the garage when you finally pulled into your circle driveway. It was a rare sight; your dead battery had disrupted your usual routine. You were supposed to be safely tucked away in your room after an early dinner—take-out usually, sometimes a quesadilla if you were feeling exceptionally inspired—by the time your dad got home from work. It was dysfunctional in every sense of the word, but it was the only way you could function in the same space. 

He used to stare at you from the other end of the dinner table: not eating, not speaking. The only way you knew he was alive was the slow rise and fall of his chest. After a while, he moved dinner to his office. ‘Working dinner,’ he’d say in passing, ‘budgets are due.’ Eventually, he stopped coming home altogether. It was better that way, you thought. You loved each other better from afar, where the power of nostalgia could cloud all the present unpleasantries. You wondered what he saw when he looked at you now. You wondered, and you desperately didn’t want to find out.  

You shouldered your backpack and made sure your car lights were off twice before quietly creeping into the mudroom. You could hear the buzz of the microwave as you toed off your sneakers and tried to discern the smell emanating from the kitchen. Something with garlic and tomato. Bona Vita, probably. Your dad loved their al pomodoro. 

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as you skulked into the kitchen, shoulders hunched to your ears and grip tight around the strap of your backpack. Your dad’s back was to you; you could see the wrinkles in his collar from where he tugged at it when he was agitated. He stopped stirring his pasta once you reached the island. 

“Did…” your dad trailed off for a moment, still facing the kitchen counter, “did everything go alright with the Sheriff?” 

You shrugged even though he couldn’t see you, “I guess.”

“It’s just,” he rubbed at his jaw and looked down towards the oven, “it’s almost eight. I was wondering…worrying.”

He still wasn’t looking at you. You stared at the back of his head and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Look at me. Your brows pinched, and your back molars ground together. Look at me. 

“I called him. Sheriff Stilinski. He said that you didn’t speak for long.”

“Didn’t have anything new to say,” you shoved your hands into hoodie pockets, realizing belatedly that you forgot to give Stiles his sweatshirt back. Another problem for another time. 

“That’s not what I—” your dad grasped the lip of the counter and hung his head like it suddenly weighed too much for his spine, “I was wondering what happened to you.” 

“Oh,” you shifted your weight onto your other foot, “dead battery. I think it was the door light.”

Your dad nodded a little, “Do you need someone to pick up your car?”

“Got a jump from a friend.” Not a friend, not really, but you supposed it was the closest you’d come to one in the last four years. That was just a little too sad to say out loud. 

“Good.” He nodded again, “Good.” 

You nodded because it seemed like the only thing to do and slipped towards the hallway. You’d taken no less than five steps out of the kitchen when your dad said, “You could call me. Next time, you could call me.”

Maybe. Maybe you could if he would look at you.

[aritsukemo]

Heyyy! I hope the requests are open and im not putting too much work on your shoulders...

Anyways, this is my first ever time requesting... ANYTHING at all so i hope this is a not-so-hard or something that i shouldn't request (if not or you just don't feel like doing this request do NOT respond/do this request. I don't want to cause you burnouts or anything...)

Okay.. so...

May i request OMORI main gang x reader (all separate ofc) how long did it take for them to get comfortable around their s/o fully and how do they act in the developed relationship?

Thank you for your time! ^^

How long would it take the Omori Gang to become comfortable with their s/o? Well..

( @weed-stoner )

Warnings: Spoilers ahead! ( Implied in others and blatantly stated in Aubrey's part )

A/N: I AM SOOOOO INCREDIBLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I started this shortly after you requested it but then things happened and I had a little dry spout with Omori and forgot about it completely. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this! ( And again, I am SOOO sorry, love! 😅)

I'd say, based on their level of openness, the ranking of how quickly they'd become comfortable with their significant other would look something like this..

Kel

Mari

Hero

Aubrey

Sunny

Basil

And here's why..

Kel is the type of person who can vibe with anyone as long as they aren't a horrible person. ( Or act like Mikhael. Even then there's a chance. )

I'd say give it maybe a couple weeks? He's never been in any kind of relationship like this one so he may act a little different than usual for a while. Once that's over though, he's pretty much the same eager ball of sunshine! He'll always want to nag them to come out and enjoy the world with him and will do everything in his power to be around them! After all, it's way more fun hanging with them than being at home..

Now this can be up for debate, but I think Mari wouldn't take long at all to grow comfortable with her significant other. In her opinion, communication and trust are key parts to any lasting relationship so she doesn't mind coming to you when she's a little bothered by things. ( Which happens more times than one may think )

I see her taking maybe around a few months ( like three to four ) before completely letting the person in. It's nothing personal, she just wants to gauge their personality and see whether or not this relationship will be able to last.

Now, Mari doesn't act much different when she's comfortable with people. Subtle things do change though. For example, her smile seems more relaxed and she gets less upset when making mistakes around that person. Their presence soothes her and as a result, she's less uptight around them.

For Hero, it really depends on when he got into the relationship. If it was before his relationship with Mari, which is not likely, he's not that much different to Kel. He'll spend a lot time with the person and pretty much tell them anything and everything. If it's after his relationship with Mari, which is more likely, it'll be much different.

You see, Hero has experienced heartbreak in one of the worst possible ways and it'll take time for him to heal. That being said, I really don't see him dating anyone until that happens, but let's say that he does. Realistically, it take quite some time which can vary from a few months to a year to way longer than that.

Now, Hero is still Hero so he'll treat whoever he dates with the kindness and respect that they deserve and will do everything he can to make sure they're happy and healthy, ( both physically and mentally ) however when it comes to verbalizing his own emotions, that's where we hit a nail. Whoever he dates would have to be very patient with him otherwise it may cause him to put even more walls up.

When he's finally comfortable around them, it'll show. He'll start telling them things he wouldn't before and'll even rant to them about his problems occasionally. He'll be way more open with his partner and'll be just a tad bit ( a lot ) more clingy than he used to.

Aubrey is a rather tough cookie. Ever since Mari died and everyone distanced themselves, forcing her to cope with everything alone, she has never truly let her walls down in front of others. And, if someone attempted to break down those walls, she'll grow defensive and even violent towards that person.

How long it would take Aubrey to even be comfortable enough to date someone really depends on the personality. Like, I see her letting her guard down quicker if the person is more kind and patient with her like Mari rather than someone's who's short-tempered or rough around the edges like her.

When Aubrey is comfortable around her significant other, she'll be less afraid to tell them how she feels. She'll vent to them, but because of that, she'll be more shy towards them. Aubrey'll also hold that person in higher regard than others and'll hold them close to her heart. When they scold her, she actually listens and tries to do better. If they're upset, she'll be the first to notice and'll be there to listen to them rant/help them out in any possible way. And, she'll always try to make sure that her little fights and other violent affairs never mesh and disturb the person's daily life. In a way, she sees this relationship as a way to pay them back for putting up with her for so long so she'd pretty much do anything for that person.

Sunny's next and oh boy..

I honestly don't see him indulging in any kind of romance with anyone unless him and that person were like childhood friends—I'm talkin' never leaving each other's side, seen everywhere together type of close childhood friend with someone—and even then, it's hard to imagine post-traumatized him feeling comfortable around anyone besides his former friends, let alone a relationship. But for the sake of this, let's say he does..

I can't put a time limit on how long it'll take him simply because I see it depending on which ending we're talking about. Obviously if we're talking about any of the bad endings, he's pretty much a lost dead cause. He's not going to make any attempt to open up to them and no matter how much they may try, there will always be distance between them. Now, if we're talking about good ending Sunny, the person actually has a chance.

There will be a lot of trial and error simply because Sunny's used to keeping things bottled up. He's not used to being upfront and truthful and he's only used to running away and not facing his problems. That being said, I see the process quickening a bit if the person he's dating is super gentle and patient with him. If they just gave him time, and a tiny push here and there, he'll come around. And when he does, he'd be stuck to them like glue.

I feel like he'd make it known with his body when he's truly comfortable around his partner. Whether his shoulders noticeably slump in their presence or maybe he lets his guard down enough to hold you or lean on you. Just something that'll let the person know that he feels truly safe around them! I see him being sorta touch-hungry and expressing it once he's comfortable with that person by giving them a bunch of hugs and cuddles and such.

And hey, maybe he'll even talk! ( Nah I'm playing BAHAHA- )

Finally, we have our sweet boy Basil. The gardening genius that carries a ginormous bouquet of trauma wherever he goes..

It's easy to say that whether the person was his friend prior to the incident or not, it'll take forever for Basil to truly feel comfortable around them.

If they were his friend prior to the incident, well, it all really depends. Was he close ( closer than he was with the others ) with them before the incident occurred? Did they distance themself from the group like everyone else? Did they stick to him and never let him go? Depending on what the person does all depends on how long it'll take. To me, I definitely feel like Basil would spill everything eventually if the person decided to stick with him when everyone grew apart and, as a result, would become sort of this unhealthy lifeline to Basil. Since they'd be the one he confides in about everything, it would grow to the point that they'd be the one thing keeping him together. He'd be at their mercy, and in a way, they'd be at his and nothing would really change until probably after the truth comes out ( if it were to come out ) and Basil got the proper help he needs.

If they weren't his friend before the incident, good luck. They'd be lucky enough to even get a full conversation from him, much less get him to be their friend and harbor any kind of romantic feelings for them. But let's say that is the case. Let's say that through some stroke of luck they managed to befriend Basil and eventually end up in a relationship with him. The person is going to have to put up with a lot. Basil is a very sensitive person and all it takes is one bad interaction for him to completely shut them out. They'd have to tread very lightly ( but not too lightly; if they don't try enough, the relationship's not getting anywhere ) or else they'll end up back at square one. I see this taking years ( specifically four or more ) and really, I only see him completely growing comfortable with the person after some extensive therapy.

When he's finally, fully comfortable with them, he'll be way more verbal and open. The fear of being rejected/judged would've been less apparent and slowly pushed to the back of his mind. Being with them for so long, ( and having gotten at least some bit of therapy since I literally don't see this happening otherwise ) he's grown to trust them to some extent. He's also grown to love rambling to them about whatever's on his mind. Whether that be about flowers or things much darker. I see him craving their touch and he wouldn't mind asking. ( But not too many times, he's still Basil after all ) I see those two spending so much time together that Polly would see them as an extension of the household. ( She'd fix them dinner every evening and would grow concerned if they didn't show up to get it and say hey to Basil. That's how much they'd be together. )

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[rosesradio]

re: tags about Jason Grace being a bad top: what if he's trying to top Percy but he's not doing it well so Percy stops, flips them over, and says smthn like "let me show you how it's done" (idc if its ooc, someone's gotta show him that his place is face down, ass up, waiting for someone to fill him up)

((im both very sorry and absolutely unapologetic))

im on one t‍oday lmao

girl don't pretend like you're not on one every day, you never have to apologize to me for that lmaoo

but ugh yess, ofc all the usual nuances of jason's leadership priming, but also he wants to take care of percy & allow him to unwind. & he would try to lean into the roughness of taking percy, but he would also want to be so gentle. he would flatten his palms against his skin, exploring and allowing the touch to linger against the side of his neck as he kisses him there. along his inner thighs before squeezing his ass.

& he'd ask percy "you like that?", some feeble attempt at teasing but it comes off as so sweet, a bit shy, and fucking yearning. & percy can see it in his eyes that, even if jason might not know it, the boy wants to bottom like he wants to fucking breathe.

so, percy grabs one of his forearms, the other coming up to his thigh. he flips them over, voice warm in his ear as he murmurs, "alright, sweetheart, let me show you how it's done". (is it a bit ooc? sure, but if anyone's gonna be the quote-on-quote "sex god" between the two, it's sure as hell not gonna be jason lmaoo).

& jason would think for a split second that he was such a wet cat loser in bed that percy's power bottoming (which...👀). but no, that's not the case. percy does everything jason was doing, but...it's just better. every touch, every kiss brimming with confidence & possesion. he mirrors jason's moves, even asking "you like that?", only his voice is husky & leaves jason woozy in the best way—he was sure he could become pregnant from his voice alone.

the thing is, though, jason's so embarassed. he's so embarassed at how easily percy could take him apart, and percy is so eager to have & use jason how he pleases, leaving him feeling full. so, in the middle of percy prepping him in missionary, jason pauses to turn around. he's face down against the sheets, arms uselessly in front, legs folded underneath himself to give the perfect view & positon. & gods, it just feels so innate—like why was he even trying to do anything else when this was where he belonged?

& when percy finally fills him up, hands squeezing & rubbing his ass, nails digging into his hips, he tells him just that. he could even delve into a bit of a feminization kink, telling jason things like "this is just where you belong, takin' my cock, isn't it princess?" & "bet you could see it pokin at your stomach, i'm in so deep. wanna check for me, baby girl?". & gods, his words are fucking filthy, but they make jason's stomach writhe in the best way. he can't do anything but pant & whine & push back on him desperately.

(jason does check) (it is that deep)

jason wouldn't have it any other way.

[cryvelv3t]

what about Agent Smith from the matrix. like he wants the reader dead but he knows nobody can fuck him like the reader can. ofc he's salty about his need cuz ew humans. + reader gives some praise despite the hate and agent Smith reluctantly enjoys that but won't say it.

Oh fuck yeah, let’s fucking go but I don't know how to start it so we're just getting right into it. Also sorry if it feels rushed I wrote this all in one night, I was running on fumes

Agent Smith x Top!Dom! Male Reader

Warnings: Ass eating, Smith is a bitch, Blowjobs, Praise, Bitchy Smith, no aftercare

"So, are we doing this or not?" You asked the agent with a smirk, he looked angrier than usual. "I'm not going to fuck you if you don't blow me first." "I should kill you where you stand." You brought your hand to his jaw "You should, but we both know you won't." You smiled down at him. He sighed knowing you were right, he couldn't kill you, you were way too good at this. His hands found their way to your zipper, he took a deep breath in at the sight of your cock. He's seen it a million times but still it shocks him every time. Hesitantly he wraps his mouth around your tip "There we go, good boy." He groaned slightly at the praise feeling his hole clench around nothing. "You like that?" Your smug smile ticks him off, he shoots you a mean glare. You groan lowly at the warmth enveloping your cock, "fuck" you groaned out as he started bobbing his head. Your hand found purchase on the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly as you began thrusting into his mouth. Loud gags and quiet groans filled the room, your balls slapping against his chin made him feel sick. He's never wanted to kill you more than right now, the way you held so much power over him as a mere human. He pulled off of your cock with a wet pop "You okay baby?" "Fuck you, don't-don't call me that." You smiled "Will you be a good boy and strip for me?" You leaned down, his glare never falters but he obeys anyways. His body was fit, toned from chasing the rebels "Damn." you whispered, he just gets hotter and hotter. Sometimes you wish he was just another human; someone you could keep on your dick forever. You smiled to yourself as you stripped off your shirt "Bend over, baby." He shot another glare but again did it anyway. He's so cute, he acts so angry but still does everything you say "Smith, look at me." He turns his head to look at you "You sure about this?" "Just hurry up and-" He was cut off by his own gasp when you spit on his hole "F-uck!" His voice broke slightly at your tongue pushing into his hole "You dirty fucking human." He grunted out as your tongue thrusted deeply into his ass. Smith groans loudly as you suck with a loud debauched slurp, you can feel him breaking. Soon enough he'll be crying on your dick, reduced from the smart agent that everyone fears into a whore falling apart on a cock. "Ohh, please, fuck!" he moaned out, "Use your finger, please." You pulled away your fingers circling his rim "Say it." "What?" "That you're my good boy." He bit his lip, forehead meeting his arm "No-" "No?" He could hear you fiddling with your zipper "Fine, I'm your good boy." He refused to make eye contact. You leaned over, chest pressing against his back "Louder Smith." He takes a deep breath in before saying a teensy bit louder "I'm your good boy, now hurry up, make me come." You smiled at that "That's it baby." You slowly push in your middle and ring finger relishing in the low groans that fall from his mouth.

You continued your assault on his ass until you felt he was stretched enough for your cock. "Ready baby." He nodded while arching his back ever so slightly "Damn." You groaned as you push in, his walls gripping you tightly. Once bottoming out you give him a few moments to adjust "Move." You hum like in a stern manner "Please." He whispers out "That's my good boy." He groans in protest but his ass clenches around your cock. "You lie that don't you? Being called a good boy." You said while leaning down to be next to his ear "You're a disgusting human, you don't call me tha-" You thrusted into him harshly "So someone else does?" You smiled at the sounds being punched out by your brutal thrusts. "F-uck! Noo." He groaned out "Nobody does." He continued, his voice warbling from the force of your thrusts. Smith couldn't think, with every thrust your cock drags against his prostate. It makes him feel lightheaded, he's not able to breath because of his own nonstop moans and groans.

Everything about this makes him feel so dirty but so fucking good. He should kill you, give you up to the other agents but he can't. He just can't. "That's it, baby, you gonna come?" He nodded "Yes." He replied, "You going to beg like a good boy?" His head raised from his arms "What?" His eyes widened as he turned to look at you "Beg for it, or you're not coming." you were playing a dangerous game, but you knew he's not going to do anything. He's desperate, he's going to do anything you demand. "Disgusting." He whispered before groaning out "Please, please let me cum. I'll do anything, please." You smiled "Go ahead baby." He let out a loud groan as ropes of cum spurted from his dick. You kept thrusting "Where do you want it?" "Nowhere near me." He rasped out "Alright." You chuckled as you pulled out, your cum spraying on his back. "I said nowhere near me." "Sorry baby couldn't help myself." You stood up to zip up your pants and look for your shirt. "See you around Smith." You said before walking out, leaving him to clean himself up.

[helloiamadrawer]

Goku/Reader Fluff and Comfort Hc's

Big sweet saiyan loves to cuddle after a hard day of training (ofc he's going to wash up first before he hops into bed with you) and he's like a big warm teddy bear to hug and snuggle with eeee 💕

Finds it cute/funny when you try to be the big spoon, you're just so smol compared to him its adorable

Coming in frustrated from a complicated day at work? Goku will sit you down and let you vent about it to him or if you want to let out some anger maybe some sparring or needed training to boost your power level, it reminds him of another friend he has who always tries to surpass him and has a big attitude (cough cough Vegeta)

If baking is your outlet for stress or if you just like doing it as a side hobby, Goku makes it a bit more fun, I mean trying to maneuver his big, muscly body around yall's small kitchen, bumping into everything, taking caution to not knocking anything over cause it might make you mad is really comedy gold!

"Oh crap! I broke one of the plates again, sorry baby 🥺" "It's fine Goku, that one was just one someone gave to me when we moved in, I didn't like it anyway." 🤣

9/10 for help though, although you had to tell him the difference between a baking spatula and a spatula tho but that's about it. He'll go fetch some ingredients for you if you don't have any or ran out. You two did make the most awesome peach cobbler though uwu

The biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he gives you when he asks you if he can lick the spoon 🥺

Gives gooood shoulder massages 💯 if you're really tense/tired after your daily life activities, he'll even offer to give massages after training and you're here thinking: how does this man have the energy?? we just sparred for a good hour '

One time you asked your sweet bf if you could touch his hair, it went something like this:

"You want to touch my hair?" Goku=cutely confused "yea..I understand if you don't want me to, I was just wondering cause it looks so soft." Goku:"Well, you can go ahead :) I don't mind."

Your hand rises up to the top of his head (he has to bend down halfway to meet your height level cause he's almost 6 foot 😂) as you pet his jet black hair, and to your surprise it was really soft, just like you had hoped for.

"What kind of shampoo do you use babe?"you asked curiously. "Umm..it was actually one of Bulma's new conditioners, I accidentally used it instead of my usual hair hair soap." he chuckles, "What is my hair like super soft now--huh?"before he could finish his sentence, your whole face was in his hair lmaoo, you couldn't help it, it was like you were in a cloud, a fluffy cloud that gave off the scent of linen and waterfalls.

Speaking of waterfalls, he flew you to the most beautiful nature trail, you never even knew that this universe had one until Goku mentioned to you that there was a Namekian who literally knew the whole status of the universe along with the supreme kai. But wow, was it amazing to behold with your own eyes, vibrant flowers were scattered across the land, along with the mingling sounds of birds and let's not forget the waterfall..

You two trudged upon a hill and there it was, you could not believe your eyes, it had to be the most biggest one in the whole multiverse. "Isn't it awesome?" Goku asked, "I was thinking I could take you here since you like nature a whole lot.". The Saiyan sure does think about you a whole lot which is sweet. You hum in agreement and sit down to watch the endless display of nature's art, your boyfriend follows suit and swings his arm around you pulling you close to him. "We should do this more often" You sigh in content leaning in to the Saiyan's touch. Goku gives you a peck on the head as you two sit back and enjoy the sounds and each other's company.

enjoy! thank you for reading!

[jazeswhbhaven]

The Encounter of Two Flames | React | Spoilers

I think this one will be short because honestly not much really took place for these parts? BUT I'll make it fun anyways!~

So we left off with Sitri wanting to speak to Levi about something....hmmm wonder what that is

Lol so Sitri has asked him nearly 100 times to go home and that's he's ready and this man still ain't said yes. I swear Leviathan is the most stubborn devil in Hell

He even calls him a child because Sitri is asking to go back to Gehenna and graduate. LEVI PLS

97th time ya'll

Levi is just telling him he's not ready to take another class over again and comes to find out that Sitri wrote a paper on tactics and it's being used in the cadet's manual for Hades LIKE

Sitri is literally like "damn just let me go home" in the nicest way possible. The fact that Levi is still arguing with him over it instead of straight up ignoring him or hanging him means something.

"I did everything for you" looking ass. Like Leviathan would be that toxic bf that tells you that you have no right to be upset because he's been paying your bills and taking care of you.

And Sitri has asked up to 99 times now and well, Leviathan has had it

Now see this right here had me be like ah, so he can admit why he's being stubborn. He wants Sitri to stay because he sees potential in him, he's loyal, calm and doesn't show arrogance. Qualities Leviathan likes in a subordinate is what I'm guessing here.

Now Foras, babes....jealousy is hot on you lol but I kinda also feel a certain way about how Levi took Sitri in and wants him so badly and yet Foras is right there. It's kinda like the "I'll always pine for him but he'll never notice me" trope and well damn Foras no wonder you decided to throw those feelings on MC instead.

Oh. Sitri's booty again. Lmaooooo makes me think of feral Sitri out there all caked up too and how no one could get close enough to notice.

But the devils of Gehenna have to have strong butts. Satan packs a powerful kick.

I imagine the necks of Hades devils are thick for similar reasons, their King uh...lol yeah

But anyways Sitri explains that it's not that he isn't grateful, nor is he that much of hater of Hades, he's just always been excited to return to Satan. Here in Hades he learned alot including how to speak and write. He has history in Hades and always will but...

And well 100 times does the charm ya'll because Leviathan finally let him go. Sitri was so happy he started crying and that surprised everyone.

damn is like no one emotional in Hades other than Barbatos with his sunshine happiness? Lol

AND with that the flashback of how they met is over. We are back in the present where Satan has dragged Sitri back to the pond where they met and it was no longer full of blood. He brought him back to help with the memories and extinguish the fire.

Whelp he done stabbed himself again.

But there's a purpose for it. And it seems to have worked once again by taking Sitri out of his 'feral' state and bringing him back to his calm and regulated self again.

It's so touching honestly that he's back to himself and is crying and remembering what happened. I feel sorry for Sitri getting so lost in himself that he was reduced to this state. All over a mistake and bearing the weight of it.

He's very stressed and needs more rest.

Leraye is such a good guy because like the entire time during this event he was very worried about Sitri's well being and even tried to help during the initial start of the fire. And now he's rushing up to him again to reassure someone he admires and I like that.

Also, Paimon is so sweet too. Giving Sitri encouragement as well!

AWH the Gehenna bois are coming to comfort Sitri and this is just amazing. Love our bois <3

And Ooop. Seems like Sitri has some fans in Gehenna from the devils as well. Like He's so loved it's very cute to me.

So while Sitri is getting his love and support, Satan ofc is passing out from blood loss and tells Ppyong to call a healer since he can't heal himself and well-

Luci??????!!!!

RIN AND LUCI?????????

So Lucifer was like "we are quite fond of Satan" and Ppyong was confused until Rin made his little debut here in the event. That's cute!!! So PB decided to throw him in here in his humanoid form.

Interesting. I wonder if he visits Gehenna with Luci in that form often and that's why no one really knows about him just yet.

Oh no Ppyong, he heard you...he's just very shy and could possibly piss himself if he were to introduce himself as your cousin. He was probably very thrilled to see Ppyong but again just didn't want to over exert himself.

He did say he wanted to go to Gehenna at first anyways during the Lucifer event. Part of his family is there!!!

And also, we get to see Lucifer's miracle healing powers in action! Which I'm glad because I was wondering how his healing powers work. It appears they are quite instant.

Sitri's body that was exhausted and growing cold warmed up and went back to normal state, Satan is fine just passed out. Ppyong tries to say that Lucifer's connection with Satan must be deep because of how they met buttttt not quite my little red lump friend.

There you have it folks. Lucifer being as straight-forward as always lol

But we also see here that he's observing Sitri and Satan sleeping like babies/children and he's contemplating why he finds them lovely. I'm guessing he always has these kind of thoughts because ya know getting used to being in Hell and not being an angel anymore has got to be a huge adjustment.

But it's okay Luci, you find them lovely because you just do I would like to think ^^ but ofc you being you....

o v e r t h i n k i n g

Just like your brothers do....lmao

And that's done and done for these two parts! We're down to the last two parts of the story ya'll and that's it for this event!

See you at the final post :P