#I adore them I need more content ples

[crumschipp]

The Favourite Jester

[angelic--kitty]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗����𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗!𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, fem!reader x transfem!drider arlecchino, dark content, stalking, breeding, oviposition, fingering, you're her human pet ♡, collars, arachnophobia, size kink, tummy bulge, nipple play, arle uses her webs to tie you up

a/n: kinksgiving yippee lmao

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗

she watches you curiously, tied up so prettily in her webs while you squirm around in a futile fashion. your eyes are so wide, desperate, frightened as you struggle, oblivious to the creature watching you.

she creeps forward through the shadows, easily maneuvering through her own webs as she steps just hard enough for you to feel the vibrations and freeze up.

she'd been watching you for quite some time in that little cottage you lived in at the edge of her woods. she planned this perfectly, setting out bait of berries and herbs she knew would draw you in, only to trap you in her sticky web.

it was almost adorable how easily you fell for it. clearly you needed her to keep you safe. little more than a sweet pet, too curious for your own good.

as she revealed herself to you, your eyes almost brightened, and she wondered if you knew she was watching you. perhaps you actually had been hoping she would snatch you up. from how your breath turned shaky, your struggling ceased, she realized you were intrigued.

how... sweet. yet so foolish.

she helped you out of the silky strands, instead cradling your smaller frame to her body, carrying you back to her den. you were so pliant, she already knew you'd make a wonderful mate, and, perhaps, an excellent mother.

you had such a pretty body, such a sweet little look in your eyes when you'd kneel for her, dressed in nothing more than a collar she made for you.

clothes? you didn't need those anymore, right? she kept you warm, ensuring you stuck close to her side, enjoying her body heat while she enjoyed your soft form pressed against her.

and, oh, you were just as soft on the inside as you were on the outside. even better were the sounds you produced when her fingers slid into your sweet little cunt. she learned your anatomy rather quickly, easing the prettiest sounds from your lips as she crooked her fingers into your sweet spot.

"there, there," she hummed, pulling yet another orgasm from you as you shook against her body, feeling her limbs wrapping around you.

"c-can't-" you whine for her, despite your hips still humping against her hand. "too much-"

"hush, human." she merely mumbles, holding you tighter, rubbing her palm into your clit as you squirm. "i must have you ready for me."

your head was fuzzy, but you had enough sense to listen. "ready for...what?"

she pushed her body up against you, letting you feel the hardness pressed up against your back.

oh.

the squeak she received had her twitching, fingers pumping in and out faster. "it's my mating season, pet. we've talked about this previously, yes?"

you dumbly nod, remembering how she'd given you a long lecture on taking and laying her eggs. though, at the time, you zoned out, merely picturing her inside of you.

"good." she praises you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as she slowly pulls her fingers out, savoring the slick you leaked onto them. she picks you up easily, moving you to face her, your pussy hovering over her cock.

it was pretty, but thick, making you whimper when the tip brushed your hole. you squeezed around nothing and she sighs, rubbing herself across your slick entrance. "you must relax, human."

"you're... too big." you admit softly, your voice both nervous and needy. and it has its intended effect, softening the seldom sweet woman as she leans in, pressing her chin atop your head.

"you can take it, i can assure you of that." she pushes the tip into you, hearing you softly moan, grabbing onto her biceps the further she slides in.

she's thick, stretching you out but filling you with a pleasant warmth that makes you feel even fuzzier as you pant, head falling forward and onto her shoulder. "ah-" you squeak, back arched as she pauses, letting you grow accustomed to half her length. "full..."

she nearly purrs, breasts brushing your own as she feels your perked nipples. "there is still more to take." she tells you, but she pauses at your soft noise of confusion. "i...suppose that can wait if you're not ready. there is always next time, hm?"

you nod eagerly, hips shifting on the half of her fitted inside you, already feeling a little bulge in your lower tummy. one of her limbs slides to tease your clit and press on the bulge, earning a cute little yelp from you.

she eases you up and down her cock, little more than a toy for her as she eases just a bit more of her length into you with every thrust. she grunts, feeling you squeezing around her, your slick dripping down her cock and giving the dark flesh the prettiest creamy ring.

just looking at it has her twitching in you, needing to cum inside of you to watch it drip out all the same.

she begins to give you the same lecture on her eggs, though from the way your eyes have gone glassy and the way you begin to beg for her cum, she figures it's lost on you.

her thumb slides to your clit, rubbing little circles until you cum around her like the good pet you are, giving her the perfect opportunity to fuck you deeper, pushing her eggs into you as your face scrunched up, hands gripping onto her while your nails leave indents into her skin.

she groans, clearly pent up from how thick her cum is inside of you, already dripping out of you as your back arches up, nipples at the perfect height for her tongue to flick out and tease them until they're swollen.

she keeps you on her cock, plugging you up and admiring the image of her eggs in your stomach. her hand brushes over them, picturing the perfect family you'll both have so soon... and how she can't wait to do it over and over again just to see you completely fucked out.

her beautiful little pet.

she kisses your forehead, climbing back into her web, keeping you snuggled against her body, plugged up nicely while you fall asleep, pleased and comfortable together.

[leyleythecannibal]

Part 5: Fight [a TCOAAL fanfic]

Contents: Incest, Kissing, Cuddling, Sleeping, Fighting, Stabbing, Knife, Wound treating

*On a sunday evening, Andrew is watching TV as Ashley is painting her nails with black polish on the other side of the living room*

Andrew: Hey Ashley, could you pass me the remote?

Ashley: Just grab it yourself.

Andrew: Come on, you're closer than I am.

Ashley: What are you gonna do if I don't~?

Andrew: You don't wanna know~ Just give me the fucking remote!

Ashley: Oh you're so threatening! I'm so scared!

*Andrew gets up and walks towards his sister that's lying on the couch*

Andrew: You're scared huh? Well you better be you brat.

Ashley: Aww you're so adorable when you're ma--

*Andrew punches Ashley in the eye and grabs her throat with both hands as Ashley looks at him in shock*

Andrew: Aww, do you not remember what happened the last time you got cocky~? It seems to me that you need a reminder~

Ashley: A-Andy!?

*Andrew looks at his sister's eyes and starts choking her*

Andrew: Oh how I missed the view as you struggle to get away from my grip~

Ashley: A..Andy s-stop... Ple...ase...

Andrew: That's right my sweet little sister. Beg me to stop! But this time won't be like the last~

*Ashley moves her hand up and down the couch and finds a key. She takes it in between her fingers and quickly punches Andrew in his side with all her strength, stabbing the key in her brother. He screams in pain and lets her go. Ashley runs to the other side of the room and grabs a knife from the table as Andrew pulls the key out and starts slowly walking towards her*

Andrew: Oh... You're not as weak as I remember, huh? Let's see what you can do then~

Andrew: A-Andy please, stop it. I...I don't want anyone to get hurt. Please...

*Andrew runs towards her, holds her hands and presses them against the wall Ashley struggles for some time and finally knees her brother's crotch and frees her hands. He gets down on his knees, screaming in pain. Ashley points the knife to the side and puts her other hand on his shoulder to ask if he's okay. But as soon as she does, Andrew hits her hand and she drops the knife. He pulls her leg to make her fall to the ground, sits on her stomach and starts choking her*

Ashley: A...ndrew...p-pl....ease I...c-can't...bre...athe...

*Just as she's about to pass out Andrew lets go and she starts quickly gasping and coughing*

Ashley: A-Andrew..?

Andrew: ...

Ashley: Why did you--

*Andrew starts silently crying while looking in her frightened eyes, gets up from her stomach and offers her a hand. She looks at his hand, and in his eyes and grabs his hand to get up. When she does, Andrew pushes her head against his chest and hugs her. After a few minutes, he lets go of her and looks her in the eye but ashley jumps back into his grip, hugs him and bursts into tears. Andrew caresses her hair while she cries and shushes her to comfort her. When she finally stops crying, she sits him down to check his wound*

Ashley: It's still bleeding.

Andrew: Makes sense, it happened pretty recently.

Ashley: I'm sorry... I'll see what I can do, wait.

Andrew: No, I'm sorry Ashley. It's my fault... I don't know what came over me...

Ashley: It's okay, I'm not hurt. This'll hurt a little, stay still.

*Ashley dresses his wound and stands up in front of him with a warm smile. Andrew looks at her face and throat and sees the marks he left. Looking at his sister he values so much, he tears up again and hugs her again*

Ashley: Wha--

Andrew: I'm so sorry Ashley. It won't happen again I swear.

Ashley: Oh, Andy... You're such a baby. Good thing you are my baby~ Don't worry about it, I don't even feel it anymore, I promise. More importantly, how are you? I'm sorry I stabbed you, and kicked your...uh...

Andrew: *chuckles* It doesn't hurt, don't feel bad. I caused it to myself, anyway. You have no reason to feel bad, I know you were scared and trying to save yourself...

*Ashley hugs him back and sits on his lap, trying not to hurt him. They touch their noses together and silently look at each other*

Andrew: ...So uhh...

Ashley: I'm not mad, I promise. I could never stay mad at my dear Andy~

Andrew: Well, will you hand me the remote then~?

Ashley: Haha, how about something better~

*They both chuckle and touch their lips. They kiss and speak their love for each other before cuddling on the couch and slowly falling asleep in each other's warmth...*

[jiinjiinjarra]

BTS // Japan // Japan Official Fanclub Magazine (JPFC) // Vol. 8 // 2020 // Pt. 5

Photo Cr. Comma // Scan Cr. b2smilebhappy // Translation Cr. BtsJapanese & iIlejeons // Full Interview - Source: 1, 2 & 3

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Q: BTS are close just like a family. What kind of existence are the members in your life (1st pic question)??

🐰: When I was a child I lived with my parents but I feel I have spent more time with the members. So they aren't different from a real family. They are the people whom I adore from the bottom of my heart, the people I work with. I was able to come this far because the members were with me.

🐹: Literally a family. Or otherwise Oxygen? It's obvious to have them around that they are a natural existence besides me so even if we meet each other after a long absence we say to one another "It's really been a while but it feels like I just saw you yesterday". *laughs*

All Members Special Interview (4th pic questions):

Q1: When do you feel like the BTS family is special?

🐰: When we're distributing parts, we make sure the person that fits the part the best naturally gets it. 

🐹: We have different ranges/ type of voices, so the line distribution is chosen to naturally match the song's style.

🐰: Even if there is something that concerns any of us personally, we will talk it out together. That's why things are resolved immediately, and I think that's how we deepen our bond more.

Q2: If BTS were a real family, what kind of family do you think they'd be?

🐹: I think we probably would stay at home all the time 

🐰: While peeling tangerines together (laughs)

🐹: It will always feel like New Year's with them.

Q3: If you're an ARMY?

🐰: I'd probably be the same one as SUGA hyung. I want to go to all the concerts. I want to scream "WAHHHH" and enjoy the show.

🐹: I'd be the type of ARMY that does everything to support from home. Like leaving comments on weverse, collecting photos of the members...

Q4: Starting with BangBangCon and other online events, there are many ways to experience BTS from anywhere in the world. Do you have any memorable reaction from ARMY that enjoying the content? 

🐹: As I watch our old videos, I thought that we really worked hard. It becomes my motivation and I thought I need to work hard in the future as well.

Q5: BTS and ARMY have been walking for 7 years together. Can you imagine 7 years in the future?

🐰: It's already been 7 years before we knew it 

🐹: BTS and ARMY being together has become normal so it's very natural.

Q6: What kind of relationship do you think BTS and ARMY will have 7 years in the future?

🐹: I think nothing will change even 7 years in the future. Just like how our relationship with ARMY hasn't changed over the past 7 years. Everyone thinks the same thing, so I think things will be the same in 7 years.

🐰: I think simply being happy is enough for me. Both BTS and ARMY.

Q7: Give some words for ARMY that always send you many love.

🐹: Recently, I've been working hard to fill myself with happiness. I hope ARMYS reading this magazine would feel the happiness and be as happy as I am.

🐰: I hope that ARMYs will gain strength from this magazine, even if it's just a little. We're working hard to practice and preparing a lot of presents to give you. Please look forward to them. Please take care of yourself, be healthy, and always stay full of energy!

Jungkook's Answers (2nd pic questions):

Q1: What advice would you give to ARMYs facing a hard time to stay positive?

🐰: If you have a dream and there's something you really like to do, you don't need to listen to others' opinion. Of course, if it's a bad thing, you're not supposed to do that. But don't ever give up on your dream because you're worried about peo- ple's opinion. It's important for you to think about what you genuinely want, what makes you really become who you are.

Q2: Do you have an episode of the members cheering you up?

🐰: When I'm having a hard time, the members would come to me one by one. They comforted and cried with me. I feel so grateful back then. They gave me the strength to move forward. It's a memory that feels like gold to me, I sometimes still think about it now.

Q3: Do you an episode where you feel like ARMYS helped you?

🐰: I always get helped by ARMY. There are people that give me advice, people who talk to me seri- ously, and people who are supporting me. All of that becomes my strength. It means they really care for me, and I'm happy for that. I'm working hard on producing songs so that I can play it for ARMY

Q4: Jungkook, who sang "I feel like I've become a grown-up faster than anyone else". Do you feel like you're an adult at heart?

🐰: I'm an adult by age, but I don't think I'm an adult yet, mentally. I still don't have anything that makes me able to say "I've matured". It might be a self-satisfaction, but I think you can say you've become an adult when you feel proud of how you matured. It's too early for me to say I've reached the "realm of one's coolness" but I do want to be one someday.

Q5: This year, ARMY and BTS has the precious number, "7". What would you eat if you could only eat only one food for seven days straight?

🐰: I would go for Kimbap. Kimbap contains all the carbohydrates, meat, and vegetables. I really love it. The other option would be chicken salad with sweet potatoes. Eating only one kind of food is bad since it has unbalanced nutritions, so if it's for a whole week, i'd go with those two

Jin's Answers (3rd pic questions):

Q1: What is the reason you started doing surpris- es for ARMY?

🐹: It all started when I saw a hanger before I went up to the stage, it stood our me, so I brought it up (to the stage) thinking "Should I try to do some- thing with this?". But recently the staffs ask if they can film me preparing the surprises.. (so) I'm working on various ideas.

Q2: Jin, who is the eldest member in BTS. What kind of existence do you want to be for BTS?

🐹: I haven't thought that much about it, but I do keep a close eyes on my cute dongsaengs, and I think I have grasped an understanding of each personalities. Each of them has different way of playing around and things that makes them happy (laughs). I don't know what my dongsaengs think of me, but I would like to stay as a kind hyung (for them).

Q3: If you're about to cook something for J-AR- MYs, what kind of dish would you cook?

🐹: There's a dish called Jajangmyeon (black bean sauce noodles) in Korea, and it's really delicious! I'll work hard to learn many tasty recipes so that I'm able to show the deliciousness of jajangmyeon to a lot of ARMYS someday!

Q4: What do you do during your day off? What are you into recently?

🐹: Even it's a "day off", I usually clean the house, do the laundry, also do the dishes. I make my own meals and eat it, play games, and sleep when I get sleepy.. kind of like that (laughs).

Q5: This year, ARMY and BTS has the precious number, "7". What is the habit that all seven members have?

🐹: We check our schedule and think about how we can manage it so that we could do things in the most efficient way, and work hard to finish them on time. Of course, we don't spare an effort. During those kind of times, everyone shows an incredible amount of concentration.

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[erodasfishtacos]

Take a Hike

Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.

word count: 2.2 k

contains: language, sexual content

Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.

You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.

While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.

It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.

Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.

It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 

However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.

She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.

Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.

Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 

**

You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.

Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.

Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.

The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.

Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.

You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 

Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.

You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.

You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 

You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.

“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”

“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”

“Snap a video, Emilia!”

Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.

The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.

“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.

You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.

As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.

Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.

It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.

The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.

The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.

“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.

Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.

He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.

“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.

You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”

You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”

Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.

He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 

“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.

Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.

“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”

They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.

“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.

With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”

He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.

—- 

The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.

Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.

Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.

“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.

“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”

Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.

“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”

“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”

“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”

You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 

“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.

“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.

“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.

“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.

It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.

“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”

His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.

“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.

“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.

“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 

“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.

“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.

“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 

With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.

“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.

“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.

Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.

He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 

He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 

“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.

“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”

You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.

It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.

It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.

“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 

It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.

—-

It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.

Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty

You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 

Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 

Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.

It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 

The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.

It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.

“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”

Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.

“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”

“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”

The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”

I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.

Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.

“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”

[bluecookies02]

Hawks x F!Reader-PegHawks2020

masterlist

summary: reader stumbles upon her very distressed boyfriend who's begging for her to make him feel good.

//Yagami Yato is to be held responsible for this lil fantasy of mine

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warning: mature content

pegging, eating out (female and male), mommy kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum play.

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As soon as you entered the warmth of your house, you let out a sigh of relief.

Kicking your shoes off and placing your jacket on the hanger, you quietly made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared.

Taking quiet steps up the stairs, knowing that Keigo recently came back from work too, you tried to keep it down in case he was asleep.

Your hand was about to twist the knob until a groan reached your ears.

Your heart sank as the worst-case scenario played in your mind. You could also hear the sound of skin slapping, hurried and sloppy thrusts becoming loader and loader as you focused on them.

"Y/N, please m-moore,c'mon make me cu-uhm, please, p-please-"

Your mouth hung agape, your thighs involuntarily clenching together at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

You finally twisted the knob, the sudden movement making Hawks vince in fear.

Once he caught sight of you in the doorway, his hands quickly reached for the blanket, struggling to cover himself, a string of curses spilling from his mouth, the toy still buried deep inside of his ass.

"Having fun there babe?" you grinned, quickly discarding your clothes on your way to your shared bed. You hovered over your boyfriend, pulling the blanket from his face.

"I-I, I was just...kinda...I hope you aren't disgusted by me, but from the look on your face, I presume you're not, uhm and you took off your clothes too so I guess that's a good sign, b-but still I-" you reached your finger up to shush him.

You raised his legs back up, making the toy slip out of his ass, followed by a hiss from your boyfriend.

The belts connected do the dildo made you smirk, working the belts around your thighs and hips, tightening the material between your folds too.

"How long were you hiding this birdie?" you questioned, your hand gliding over the toy now tightly strapped on you.

"Weeks...months...I don't know. I just...didn't know if you would be into it"

Eventually gaining some of his courage back, Hawks pulled you by your arm, making you fall against his chest, his hands finding your cheeks as he smashed your lips together.

Your fingers trailed his hips, scratching your nails over the surface of his soft skin, making him gasp in your mouth.

You broke the kiss, your tongue lulling out of your mouth as you gasped for air.

Keigo grabbed a hold of your chin, placing the pad of his thumb over your tongue, gliding over the slimy surface.

Your wondering hands ghosted over his hole, the grip on your jaw tightening once your fingers dipped into him.

Saliva trailed down your lips and onto his chest, his thumb still keeping you from closing your mouth.

His cock was now painfully hard, throbbing against his navel and twitching slightly each time you slammed knuckles deep into his ass.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the grip on your face rough and painful.

His hand was about to get a hold of his aching member, only to be slapped away by your hand, your fingers leaving his ass as you raised to your knees.

"Hey birdie, you're not being really fair here, aren't you?" you complained, gliding your index finger over the tip of his swollen cock.

The strap of your dildo was now drenched in your slick, your pussy swallowing up the material of the belt.

"Sit on my face, p-please" Hawks pleaded, his eyes glistening once you trapped his head between your thighs, your pussy directly over his face, his mouth watering at the sight of your cunt clenching the material of the strap hungrily.

He pushed your ass down, almost suffocating himself as he latched onto your cunt.

His legs were still wide open for you, his hips shuddering each time you heard him swallow around you.

You leaned down over him, his cock grinding over your tits as you slid down to his ass.

You dipped your head between his tighs, your tongue burying deep inside of his hole.

The hum from his mouth sent vibrations through your cunt, Keigo's nails digging into your flesh as he made you ride his face.

The friction of your tits rubbing against his cock made Keigo push his hips up into you, your tongue trying to follow his thrusts.

"Hmph, I...c-hummin' "

His hand gripped the belt between your legs, his tongue fiercely pushing into your cunt, the friction of the belt, the spurts of his hot cum coating your tits causing your cunt to clench around him, the knot in your belly snapping loose as you came on his face.

You struggled to go catch your breath, raising your head up, collecting some of the mess from your tits.

You sat on your heels next to Hawks, his eyes bearly open, a blissed-out expression on his face.

"Look at this filthy mess, you made mommy all dirty..."

His mouth dried up, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The look on your face was dark and focused, trailing your cum coated fingers to your boyfriend's ass.

"Will you take it? Will you let mommy fuck your cum into you? Hmm?"

Hawks bit his lip, trying his hardest to speak up, his lungs still struggling to regain the much-needed air.

He nodded his head, slowly rising on his hands and knees for you.

You positioned between his legs, covering the rubber toy in thick cum, your hips angling up as you rubbed it over his hole.

The toy sank in with ease, a groan escaping your boy's lips.

You smothered your hands over his back, stopping at his shoulders as you squeezed them, snapping your hips forward, your hold on him stopping him from tumbling forwards.

"Fuck, f-fuhk, fuck, mommy yes, hghm, please, Y/N" you set an unforgiving pace, plowing in and out of his ass, pulling him against your chest, his hands grasping the belts on your hips for support.

"Good birdie" you mumble against his neck, nibbling below his ear, Your fingers wrapping around his neck, making him feel dizzy and fucked out.

"Slow down, ple-eahs, I don't, I don't wanna cum yet, nonono...too fa-ah~, fuck" your free hand reached for his cock, grasping it in your hand.

"Shhh, you look so pretty when you cum birdie, let mommy see again? Can you do that for me? Can you cum in my hand like a good little slut?"

Your thrusts never faltered, your pussy throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend blabbering half coherent words, his eyes rolling back into his head and his cock fucking into your hand.

Your thrusts became sloppy when his hips shuddered desperately, your boy going feral, burring his cock in your fist and trying to push himself deeper onto the soaked toy at the same time.

"Th-here, Y/N, gonna cum, gonna...right there" you moved the hand from his neck to his hair, tugging his head back so you could push your tongue in his mouth.

A strangled whine ripped through his throat, with one final flick of your wrist, his cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating as waves of cum leaked down your fist.

You pulled out, the mix of his first release and your spit gushing out of his ass.

You pushed your boyfriend down onto his back, unbuckling your strap and throwing it next to you.

Keigo's eyes snapped wide open once you slid your cunt over his spent cock.

"You made your mommy so wet birdie, don't tell me you can't take her pussy now..." you scolded, wiping away the tears from your overwhelmed boyfriend's face.

"I can, I can, I can make mommy feel good, I can I promise! God, thank you, thank you" you felt him place his cock at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

You slammed yourself down, his cock balls deep in your cunt, he wrapped his arms around you, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

He buried his face in your tits, his hips angling up to fuck in and out of you.

"It hurts mommy, I-I, no, I have to make mommy feel good, I gotta, I-" He felt like the head of his sensitive member burned each time your pussy convulsed around him.

"You're doing so well birdie, you're gonna make mommy cum so good, you're so hot like this, you're gonna make me cream all over you" your hand slid down to your clit, rubbing vigorously over the sensitive nub.

You met his thrusts each time, pushing him deeper and deeper into you, his cock painfully stretching you out. It was like it was made for you and your pussy only, the ridges of it rubbing against the soft patch of flesh inside of you.

"Cum, please cum, please, Y-Y/N"

Soon enough you clamped around him, your cunt spasming as you rode him, his arms tightening around you as you threw your head back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, almost water-like cum spilling out of your hole.

"No more, please, no more, I c-can't, please" you hummed to yourself, rising to your feet, a look of adoration plastered on your face as your boyfriend fell back onto the mattress.

"I'll clean you up honey, you can doze off" you mumbled, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

You strolled to the bathroom, soaking a towel in warm water, cleaning yourself first before going back to your bedroom.

You watched your boyfriend's chest rise and fall, quiet snores coming from his mouth.

You cleaned him off gently, careful to not disrupt his sleep. You tossed the towel into the laundry basket, coming back to the bed and laying down next to him.

You had no idea you had it in you.

You snuggled up against him, kissing his cheek before pulling the covers over the both of you. He draped his arm over you, putting all of your weight on him, placing his lips at the top of your head.

You'll do it again. For sure.

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[kiame-sama]

🥀Beauty and The Beast (Yandere!Uvogin x Reader)(Lemon)🥀

Feast, my Lovies~! Feast! @ramwrites @luesi @prettycutebunny @cherry-witcher

Warnings; Lemon ahead, dirty talk, yandere behavior, yandere tendencies, yandere relationship, Uvogin is hung like a horse, cute moments, animalistic behavior, Oral, pillow theft, and the agreed upon comfiest position to be fucked.

You lay in your quiet room on the large bed you often shared with your lover. He was absent at the moment, meaning you had the whole bed to yourself. Of course, that also meant you didn't have your large heater and comfortable bear hug either.

Even with the giant bed all to yourself, it felt more empty than usual as you found yourself cuddling into your lover's pillow. His masculine and overwhelming scent covered his side of the bed and it soothed you to have that bit of familiarity. Wrapping your arms and legs around the pillow that you held firmly in your grasp, you were content to sleep.

A sudden flash of light drew you from your deep slumber, making you sleepily respond in a whine of confusion. Blearily blinking open your eyes, you yelped with a sudden shot of fear as you saw the looming shape standing over you. The deep and familiar chuckle gave you pause as you focused on the dark visage more intensely, seeing the familiar grin of your lover.

"Uvo, don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry, Princess. You were way too cute and innocent to not take a picture for later."

A red blush enflamed your face as he turned the screen of his phone to show you the photo he had taken. You were clinging to the pillow much like a koala would, cheek pressed firmly against the soft bedding. Your face was peaceful and it looked like he had been holding the blanket up to get a good shot of your whole body.

"You're cute as hell when you sleep, you know that? So adorable and soft squished up on the pillow."

The large man was still grinning as you pouted, knowing he was going to tease you relentlessly about it. Taking the pillow with you, you slid over to your side of the bed so Uvogin could sit down and join you. After a moment of hearing clothes shuffling and dropping, you felt the large man lay on the bed next to you.

"That's my pillow, you thief."

"Mine now."

"Oh, really? What would it take to get it back, Princess?"

"Hmm... A back rub?"

You didn't miss the gleam of mischief in his eyes in response to your suggestion. Usually, it didn't take long for you and Uvogin to wind up messing around when he got back from his 'business trips' far away from home. The man was near impossible to resist and the problem was that he knew it too.

You always enjoyed his return even if it usually leaves you bed-bound due to the intense nature of the reconnecting session of love-making. He said it was business trips he was going on every time he disappeared, but you knew him better than that. Uvogin was not the kind of man to settle for some pencil-pushing job or a completely domestic lifestyle.

As far as you figured, it was likely something to do with a gang or crime organization given just how often Uvo returned with new marks om his sun-kissed skin. You knew better than to ask, so you just left it at that, content to be in the dark regarding what it was exactly that Uvo did. Any benefit that may come from knowing the truth was completely overshadowed by the risk.

When you turned over to lay in a more comfortable position, Uvogin was already on top of you. His large hands pressed in the best spots with just enough force that you almost moaned in delight. His hands were rough to the touch but he was still wonderfully gentle on your sore flesh.

You couldn't stop the desperate mewl that left your lips when he pressed on a particularly stubborn knot. The whining moan made Uvogin chuckle, knowing you were aching for attention after a few days given how much he usually gave you.

"Already? You gonna cum just from my hands, Princess?"

His low voice was a husky rumble in his throat against your body, feeling something large and warm slowly sliding up and down your back. He gripped your shoulder, moving you onto your back underneath him. He only gained more confidence than he already had now that he could see your burning blush and pleasured expression.

No doubt, it was intimidating being underneath the large man, especially given the heavy cock laying between your breasts. His large hands came up to cup your breasts and press them together around his straining length. It was clear he was starting to get lost in his own haze of pleasure, licking his lips.

"I know you can't take all of me into that little throat of yours just yet, but you can take the tip just fine."

He watched you hungrily as you leaned your head towards the bulbous tip, taking the head of his large cock into your mouth. The moan that ripped through his lips was only made more pronounce by the sharp buck of his hips, forcing more of his length into your mouth. The combination of the friction from your soft breasts with the wetness of your warm mouth was enough to make precum start leaking from the hot cock in your mouth.

"Mmm... Fuck. Just keep looking up at me, (y/n). I'm gonna show you who you belong to..!"

You could only whine and hum around the head of that large cock as he thrust his hips against your soft breasts. He let out loud unabashed moans, gritting his teeth as he stared down into your lightly watering eyes. A grin pulled at his lips when your hands came to rest on his hips, your nails biting down into his flesh but barely noticeable to him as he pounded away.

"Ngh..! Gonna cum in your throat-! Fuck..! Have you ride my face so I can eat as much of you as I want..! Fucking starving..."

You rubbed your legs together for some kind of friction as you tried to breathe between each rough thrust. You were more than a bit hot and bothered given the appeal of the large man riding your chest. It almost seemed like you could feel his heartbeat through the shaft of his cock deep in your chest, leaving you breathless.

You knew he was close to cumming when you felt his thighs tense, putting pressure against your ribs. His pace slightly faltered as he let out a deep moan, thrusting as far forward as he could and shooting his hot seed into your throat. He was only slightly panting at that point, already mostly recovered from his orgasm and ready for another.

You gasped deeply as he pulled away from your chest and out of your mouth, giving you a moment to rest. Uvogin let out a pleased hum of satisfaction, as if he had been pent up and waiting for that moment of release to be able to relax.

"Come on, Princess, I know you have more than that in you. Up. I want my dinner."

You yelped when he lifted you up and set you so you were kneeling on the bed, clearly not wanting to wait any longer for you. You shivered slightly from the sudden cold on your back instead of warm blankets, but even that didn't matter once Uvogin lay back with his head between your thighs. That's the thing about Uvogin; if he says he's starving, he's gonna eat like he's starving.

"A-ah, Uvo~!"

You yelped and squeaked with pleasure, as each tongue stroke was stronger than the last. A wet noise met your ears, paired with the slurps and moans of bliss from the large man beneath you. There was no question to if Uvogin was enjoying himself, his desperate grip on your thighs and the way he pulled you down to smother him was enough. His deep moans only made sinfully delicious vibrations hum through your body, feeling every time he sucked your clit into his mouth.

You had reached the point of gasping and panting breathlessly, your voice already up several octaves. The constant pleasure shooting through your body quickly began to feel like it was too much, frying your already abused nerves. No matter how you tried to pull away for a moment of rest, those large and heavy hands held you securely in place.

You felt your entire body tense up as the electrifying pleasure suddenly broke loose, scrambling your nerves. You reached a much higher pitch as you cried out in bliss, needing something to channel your energy into. After you nearly screamed your voice out, Uvogin let you pull your overstimulated and pulsing pussy away so you could have a moment to recover.

"Mmm~ Best damn meal I've had in days..."

You were still shivering and gasping lightly as the large man grinned, licking his lips much like a predator would after a feast. He sat up slowly, clearly getting hard again when he saw your blushing and flustered form, curled up by the pillows.

He moved up the bed slowly, gripping your soft hips and pulling you towards him with that grin that meant trouble. You were about to let out a breathless complaint before you found yourself on your knees, chest resting comfortably against the bed with your hips raised up. Probably Uvogin's favorite way to take you, and likely one of the most comfortable ways to take him.

He had stamina that far outclassed your own and it took some time to fully satisfy the beast of a man. Being able to lay on the bed and just let him go wild on you was always good, and the fact he could fully get himself inside of you due to the angle was an added bonus. It also made it easier and safer for you to just bliss out as he jackhammered into you for hours on end.

"Ready for more, Princess?"

"Ple-please, Uvo..."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want."

"Just fuck me senseless, Uvogin! I need you in me right now!"

"So demanding."

Despite his teasing, he positioned himself behind you, slightly raising your hips given how tall he was. You gripped tightly at the sheets, feeling his large length slide into you inch by inch. As desperate as you were for him to just fuck your brains out, you appreciated the slow way he eased into you.

He was NOT a small man and his cock was just like him; big, thick, and intimidating.

Once he was fully seated inside of you, you mewled pathetically, wanting him to start moving. He let out a low hum of amusement as he watched you squirm, trying to move your hips enough to get some of that delicious friction. With a relaxed pace, he slowly pulled out of you until he nearly completely left you before slamming back in.

"You're so damn spoiled. You know that?"

"Ah~ Yes, Uvo~!"

"Good girl."

His pace remained that torturous slow rhythm for longer than you wanted, a long whine escaping your lips. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he had that wide grin of his. Each slow drag of his large cock inside of you making you jerk with pleasure.

Just as you opened your mouth to whimper at him to go faster, he suddenly increased his tempo and he began to pound into you. You felt your legs give an involuntary jerk with every increasingly paced thrust, his large cock rubbing up against every sweet spot you had. He knew your body like his own, and you fit beautifully around him.

"(Y/n)..! So good! Your little pussy is so damn good! All mine... No one else gets to fuck your tight cunt, only me."

"Only you!"

"My spoiled little Princess..."

Each of his heavy thrusts into you made you moan out in pleasure, relaxing in his grip and allowing him to move your hips as he pleased. It was just as well, you felt boneless already in his grasp so you truly doubted you could do much other than lay back. Like a winding pressure in your body, you felt your orgasm creeping up with alarming speed.

The increased tightening around his cock made it clear to Uvogin just how close you were. He adjusted his grip to press his hand against your lower stomach, feeling the moving bulge of his cock inside of you. The pressure his warm hand put on your body made his constant thrusting feel even more intense to your heightened senses. You were gasping for each breath now as your eyes involuntarily rolled back.

You managed to get enough of a breath in before the growing pleasure snaps, washing over you in waves of bliss as you cry your little heart out in ecstasy. Every following movement making your entire body jerk as you rode out your orgasm with Uvogin pounding relentlessly into you. You got your only reprieve when he tensed up, growling out a long and baritone moan as each pulse of his cum painted your soft insides.

Just as he had before, he quickly recovered from his orgasm while you were still floundering in pleasure. His grin was downright feral as he gave little bucks of his hips, watching your cute reactions.

"Try and save that sweet voice of yours, you're in for a long night."

As he began to move with full strokes once more, you were content to lose yourself to the bliss that returned in full force. Some part of you felt badly for your neighbors, but you honestly couldn't find it in you to care. Uvogin's deep moans and grunts of pleasure mixed rather wonderfully with your own lighter and breathier mewls, knowing he would make damn good on his words.

Well, looks like you won't be walking any time soon.

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #11-20

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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11) Lee Kaminari, Ler Todoroki

“Get away from me,” Denki murmured into the pillow, shifting away from Todoroki. “You’re making me cold.”

Todoroki wrapped his left arm around the electric teen and pulled him back, pressing his face into his shoulder. “Come back, you’re leaving me cold.”

“Just use your other half to warm yourself up. Actually, warm us both up. You’re freezing.”

With a chuckle, Todoroki found the hem of Denki’s shirt and slid his hand under it, pressing his warm fingertips against his chest. “Better?”

“Mhm.” Denki sighed contentedly, then giggled. “Stop it, that tickles.”

“What? I’m just kissing you.” Todoroki pressed his lips to the back of Denki’s neck again, smirking. “You just can’t handle my love today.”

Denki giggled even louder, trying to squirm away but held firmly in place by Todoroki’s arm around his torso. “Stohohop…Todoroki…”

“You’re so ticklish.” This time, Todoroki used the hand that was already under Denki’s shirt to scribble along his ribs, chuckling when the blonde squeaked and squirmed even more. “Nuh-uh. You’re not getting away.”

“Nohohohoho!” Denki giggled frantically, beginning to kick his legs. “Lemme go! Todorokihihiehehehehe!”

“Mmm…but you’re so cozy,” Todoroki hummed, nuzzling into his shoulder and scribbling even more. “I don’t want to let you go.”

Denki whined, giggling and writhing, helpless to save himself. “Plehehehease, no mohohohore! Todoroki, please!”

“All right.” Todoroki stopped, resting his hand comfortably on Denki’s chest once more, getting settled as the big spoon behind him. “Just relax. I’ll keep you warm.”

*

12) Switches Kirishima and Todoroki

“You’ve never had a proper tickle fight?!” Kirishima exclaimed, staring at Todoroki, who lay curled up in a ball on the floor below him, still grinning widely from his brief tickle attack at Kiri’s hands.

Todoroki shook his head. “Tickling was never a thing we did in my family growing up. I didn’t even know I was ticklish until recently. So…no, I’ve never had a tickle fight.”

“But…but…” Kiri was incredulous. “Your siblings?”

“I never really hung out with them.”

Kiri shook his head. “This has got to change.” He slid onto the floor beside his friend. “Come on. Tickle me back. Let’s do this.”

“W-What…now?”

“Yes, now. There are wrongs that must be righted!”

“B-But…”

“Tickle me,” Kiri insisted, but when Todoroki didn’t move, he plunged his fingers into the boy’s ribs again. “Tickle me, or I’ll tickle you forever!”

“Aiehehehehehehehe!” Todoroki cackled, smiling wide and squirming on the floor. “Kiri!” Finally, he managed to reach up and scribble lightly along the redhead’s side. It didn’t really tickle, but for the sake of their play, Kiri pretended that it had by jerking back.

That was all the encouragement Todoroki needed. He lunged forward, latching his fingers into his sides and stomach, digging in deep and making Kirishima giggle brightly. “Thehehehehere! See? Thahahahahahat wasn’t so hahahahahahard!”

“How is this a tickle fight?” Todoroki asked, only to be sent into a fit of giggles himself when Kiri grabbed his hip.

“Because I’m going to keep tickling you back,” the redhead replied, pushing him onto the floor, “and you’re going to keep tickling me back, until one of us gives up. Hope you’re ready, Todoroki – I don’t go down without a good, long battle!”

*

13) Lee Sero, Ler Kaminari

“Wanna see a magic trick?”

Sero looked up from his book, blinking in surprise at Denki, who stood grinning at him. “Uh…sure.” He bookmarked his spot and set the volume aside. “Hit me.”

“Can I borrow some of your tape for this?”

“Sure…” Sero curled his elbow inward and started ejecting tape until Denki waved his hands, signaling that was enough. Then he was told to close his eyes. “How am I supposed to see the trick if my eyes are closed?”

“Just trust me,” Denki replied.

Sero closed his eyes. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, he was shoved backward against the chair, his own tape being wrapped harshly around him, pinning his arms at his sides so he couldn’t go anywhere. He snapped his eyes open, staring at Denki’s smirking face. “Dude! What was that for?” He struggled, but his tape was nothing if not strong. “What are you doing?”

Denki hunkered down by his feet and peeled both socks off, wiggling his fingers teasingly. “Heh…always wanted to see if you were ticklish.”

Sero’s eyes widened. “Wait! Wahahahahahahait!” He tossed his head back with crazed giggles, wiggling helplessly in the chair. “Nohohohohoho! Dehehehehenki!”

“You are ticklish! I knew it!” Denki only grew more enthused at the discovery, peeling his toes back and raking his nails up and down the sole of his bare foot, sending Sero into cackling fits of laughter. “Bakugou owes me a soda.”

“Stahahahahahahap it! Denki! Plehehehehehehease!” Sero cried, giggling and squirming but going nowhere fast. “Why ahahahahahre you dohohohoing this?!”

“Because I want to, duh,” Denki answered, laughing as well, dragging a nail down his arch slowly, torturously. “Plus, your smile is the brightest thing in the room right now, and I want to make sure it stays that way!”

*

14) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“I bet I can break you with just one finger.” The words sent a shiver up Bakugou’s spine as Kirishima settled himself on his hips, smirking confidently. “Better get comfortable. We may be here a while.”

Bakugou’s heart began pounding in his chest. Kiri’s weight on top of him was making his insides do flips and cartwheels. He swallowed. “Ei, you’re being stupid.”

“I think you’re just afraid that I’ll make you giggle when you really, really don’t want to, grumpy pants.” Kiri held up a finger, wiggling it twice. “Tickle, tickle.” The redhead giggled himself when he saw how red his boyfriend got at the teasing words. “Aw, look at that blush~”

“Shut up.” Bakugou turned his face away, but that was a mistake, because the instant his guard was down, Kiri jabbed that wiggling finger into his underarm and dug in, forcing the blonde to let out a startled squawk and bite his lip to stifle his mirth. “Kiri! D-Don’t-!”

“Don’t what? Tickle you? But I’m determined to make you smile, grumpy. So I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to deal with it.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too.” Kirishima leaned back comfortably, smirking, still wiggling that finger in Bakugou’s armpit, watching him squirm and smile and try not to break so easily. Eventually, however, the blonde had no choice but to let out some of his pent-up ticklish frustration by chuckling slightly, twisting his face into the pillow to try and hide it. “Uh-oh~ Was that a giggle?”

“No, idiot.”

“I think it was.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Too bad.” Kirishima ditched his pretense and vibrated his fingertips into his boyfriend’s belly and ribs, grinning when laughter finally burst out of his angry blonde. “Guess I’ll have to take it up a notch.”

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15) Lee Deku, Ler Todoroki

“Wow, you’ve got such an infectious giggle!”

Deku whimpered, arching his back against Todoroki’s chest as he dragged his fingers up and down his sides and ribs. The teasing words made him feel ten times more flustered. He even let out a little snort as he giggled.

“Was that a snort?” Todoroki asked, chuckling, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer. He pressed his lips to Deku’s neck. “You’re so adorable it’s killing me, Izuku.”

“Dohohon’t say that,” Deku whined, but it was clear to his boyfriend that he was loving all of this attention.

“But it’s true.” Todoroki kept pressing little kisses to Deku’s neck, making the poor boy giggle and squirm, being driven insane from the light, tickly touches while also never wanting them to end.

Deku let out a small, contented sigh in the midst of his gentle laughs, and Todoroki wanted to just squeeze him so hard for how adorable he was being.

“God, Izuku, you’re killing me,” Todoroki murmured, teasingly pinching his hip and making him jerk in surprise.

“Todoroki,” Deku whined, “not there.”

“I can’t help it. I want to hear you laugh. I want to feel you move.”

“T-There are other ways…!”

Todoroki paid him no mind, gently pinching his hip again, smiling against his neck at the loud yelp Deku let fly. “Not tonight, there aren’t.”

*

16) Lee Todoroki, Ler Deku

“Aw, does this kiss tickle?”

Todoroki giggled hysterically. “No!”

“Then why are you laughing so much?” Deku chuckled, pressing another kiss to the spot right below Todoroki’s ear, grinning when the half-and-half hero gasped sharply before letting out another breathy snicker.

“F-Feheheheheels…” Todoroki tried to explain without using the word ‘ticklish’ but simply couldn’t do it. He squeaked when Deku nuzzled his other ear in the same spot. “Fuhuhuhuhunny…”

“Funny, hmm?” Deku smiled, pressing a kiss to Todoroki’s lips this time. “Don’t you mean ticklish?”

“It d-doesn’t…tickle…”

“You sure?”

Todoroki averted his gaze, lips twitching in an effort not to smile.

Deku hummed, dragging his thumbs down to draw tiny, precise circles in his boyfriend’s underarms. Todoroki let out a strangled noise and shot his arms down, throwing his head back against the pillow. “N-No, dohohon’t do thahahat!”

“Why not?” Deku started kissing his now exposed neck in tandem with the little circles. “Does it tickle?”

“Yehehehehehes!”

“Aww, well, why didn’t you just admit it from the beginning?” Deku smirked, biting his ear playfully. “Now I’ll have to show you what really tickles.”

*

17) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

“You asked for it!”

“I know! But I – I don’t think I can – WAIT, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Kirishima screeched with laughter, desperately wishing he could squirm or flail but unable to do either.

Bakugou nibbled mercilessly on his ribs, holding his arms above his head by the elbows and lying on top of him so he couldn’t move at all. He smirked at the sounds he was producing. “Aw, what’s wrong, Kiri? A little too ticklish for this?”

“I AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!! I AM – PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Kiri gasped in grateful breaths of air when Bakugou stopped and propped his head on his boyfriend’s stomach, grinning up at him. “Please, I can’t…I can’t take it, Katsuki…”

“You literally asked me to do this.”

“I know!”

“You can’t take it back now.”

“But it tickles too much! I can’t – NO NOT AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIN!!”

Bakugou laughed between nibbles. “Dang, spiky hair, you can’t stand it!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Instead, the blonde took a big breath and started blowing raspberries along his boyfriend’s ribs.

Kiri screamed with laughter. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO THAT’S WOHOHOHOHOHRSE!! KATSUKIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“No way,” Bakugou teased. “You asked for this.”

“BUT I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T--!!”

“And if you really wanted me to stop, you’d be saying ‘strawberry.’ So sorry, Ei, but you’d better get comfortable. I’m just getting started~”

*

18) Lee Kaminari, Ler Kirishima

“This is a form of training! C’mon, just take it!”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!! THIS ISN’T TRAHAHAHAHAHAINING!!” Kaminari squealed, laughing hard into the grass, pulling at his own hair to try and ground himself somehow. Kirishima was sitting on his calves, scribbling over the backs of his knees, and Denki was pretty sure he was going to lose his mind if the redhead didn’t stop soon. “KIRI THIHIHIHIHIHIS IS TORTUHUHUHUHRE!!”

“You can do it, man,” Kiri teased, smirking up at Mina, who sat beside them with a huge grin on her face from the cute scene. “How much time does he have left?”

“Forty-five seconds,” she replied.

It had only been a minute and fifteen seconds since Kiri started?! Denki wailed, wishing he could roll over or clutch his stomach or something, but he wasn’t going anywhere. “PLEASE I CAHAHAN’T LAHAHAHAHAHAST THAT LONG!! KIRIHIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

Mina giggled at him. “You said you could take it, Denki. Come on, you’re so close! Just thirty more seconds!”

“I TAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” Denki pounded the ground with his fists, crying with laughter. “I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT STROHOHOHOHONG ENOUGH!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!!”

Kirishima glanced at Mina’s phone, saw he had twenty seconds remaining. “You are strong enough, Kaminari. You’re proving it right now! Just fifteen more seconds!”

Denki squealed and thrashed and laughed and begged and everything in between, feeling like he was dying all the while, amazed he hadn’t blown a fuse yet. When everything finally came to a stop and Kiri climbed off of him, he giggled tiredly into the grass, groaning, gasping for breath. “D-Don’t…dohohoho that agahahahain…”

Kiri and Mina exchanged amused glances. “Then don’t make bets you can’t follow through on, buddy.”

*

19) Lee Sero, Ler Kaminari

“It’s just a back massage,” Denki said with a smirk, knowing full well what he was doing. “Why’re you laughing so much?”

“Gohohohohohod dahahahang it, Denki,” Sero giggled, gripping his shoulders with everything he had. “It tickles, thahahahahahat’s why!”

Sero was lying on his stomach with his arms folded in front of him, chin resting on them. Denki was sitting next to him, gently massaging his fingers into his friend’s back, focusing on the knots of tension the tape hero had formed over the last couple of days of intense training. At first everything had been going just fine, but then Denki decided to try electrostimulation therapy and, well…

“Stohohohohohohop,” Sero pleaded, burying his face in his arms but still refusing to bring them down. “It tihihihihihihickles!”

“But is it helping?” Denki asked, grinning at how stubborn his friend was being about not moving, not even squirming. “Do you feel better?”

“Thahahahahat’s not the pohohohohoint!”

“I don’t hear you denying it.”

“Denki, plehehehehehease!” Sero gasped sharply, gripping his shoulders so hard his fingernails left imprints when the blonde reached his lower back. “Dohohohohon’t – nohohohohot there!”

“You know, you’re protesting an awful lot for someone who seems to be enjoying this,” Denki teased, switching from his light electric shocks to wild scribbling, enjoying the fresh round of giggles he produced.

Sero whined into his arms, snickering uncontrollably. “Shuhuhuhuhut up…”

*

20) Lee Shigaraki, Ler Dabi

“Stay still, boss!”

Shigaraki growled, clenching his free hand into a fist while he struggled to keep from touching Dabi with all five fingers with his captured hand. “Did you have to draw the map on me?” he snapped, pounding his fist into his knee to make up for having to keep his palm still.

Dabi smirked, dragging the marker up and down Shigaraki’s open palm, drawing a pretty darn good map, if he did say so himself. “Don’t have any paper around, do we, boss? I’m being resourceful. You’re welcome.”

Shigaraki glared at him. “Just hurry up.”

“You can’t rush me,” Dabi protested, focusing his marker on a particular spot right in the center of Shigaraki’s open palm that made him twitch, making the line as black as humanly possible.

“Ugh, knock it off,” Shigaraki demanded, gripping his knee with his free hand now, clenching his teeth to keep his mirth at bay. He hated that he was so ticklish here. He hated that he was ticklish at all. “Dabi, what are you—HEY!!”

Suddenly Dabi abandoned the marker entirely and gripped his wrist firmly, drilling his fingers into his open side. Shigaraki jerked and twisted, but Dabi’s firm grip made sure he stayed in place.

“Stop! What are you--?!”

“Ticklish, boss?”

Shigaraki blanched. “N-No! Get – get off of me--!” Then Dabi grabbed his thigh, pressing his thumb into the spot where it met his hips, and Shigaraki couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that escaped him. “Nohohohoho! Dabi! I demahahahahand that you stohohohop!”

“Not pushing me away, though, are you?”

“Do you wahahahahant to dihihihie?!” Shigaraki shoved at him with the heel of his free palm, careful not to touch him completely. “Ohohohohoff! Off! Stahahahahap!”

Dabi finally let up and let him go, sitting back with a lazy smirk. “Gotcha.”

[ailuro-mania]

Always

Hey! I wrote another thing. This is a lot shorter than intended. I'm very bad at focusing on writing. But I really liked this whole idea, and my girlfriend really did too. So I had to write it, naturally. Can also read here  --- It was a bad day. Or at least, under Inuyasha’s opinion it was. Kagome was leaving the village with Sango together, alone, with next to know protection aside from their sass. Never mind Sango being a badass demon slayer, or Kagome’s ability to purify evil within seconds, she was leaving him behind. Him and Moroha. Their daughter who was barely pushing 6 months.  

“You can’t leave,” he simply stated, eyeing his wife though his face did not turn to meet hers.  

“I most certainly can,” the miko commented right back. She was folding some clothes she’d recently unclipped from their drying line directly into a wicker basket they acquired last season. Kagome actually seemed to enjoy doing such mundane tasks Inuyasha couldn’t even fathom about.  

He scoffed, tucking his arms into each sleeve. A sneer settled across his lips when he finally turned to look at her with all the confidence in the world. Oh, this will win the argument. “And what about Moroha?” he didn’t even bother trying to hide the smirk.  

Kagome tiled her head, a strand of her tresses swishing into her face, “What about Moroha? You’ll be watching her.”  

Inuyasha’s eyes widened, “Wh- what? Me? Watching Moroha?”

“Yes, you.” Kagome leaned down to heave the basket up onto her hip before a blur of red approached her side and took the basket into his own clawed hands. She faltered a solid second, a smile playing at her lips though she hid it within seconds, not daring to give him the satisfaction during a debate. “You’ll be fine. And aside from that, you haven’t so much as spent an hour alone with our daughter.”  

Inuyasha’s upper lip twitched a tad, “How am I supposed to spend an hour alone with her when you’re dying to hold her at every moment? Besides, can’t Kaede watch her and I go with you? You haven’t left once since Moroha was born. And I’m not... I don’t like the idea of you leaving. Not yet.”  

The miko smiled, tucking the hair that played in the wind behind her ears. Her Inuyasha, only in these moments is she blessed with such honesty. It was delectable.  

“It’s only the next village over. I should be back before the sun even sets,” she felt his tension even before the words filtered out. “I will be back before the sun sets.”  

Inuyasha pressed his lips together and set the basket down at the front entry of their hut, an ear turned to listen inside, the other focused on her. Their little one was fast asleep. Moroha always seemed to sleep an hour into sunrise, and the young parents were not ones to change that. She was up all night, Kagome and Inuyasha finding their alone time well within the meek hours of the morning. They loved every moment with their girl, but it was so much easier to just be alone at times.  

“You’ll be fine. Sango will be with me for extra protection though she honestly isn’t even terribly needed,” She gingerly reached up to cup his cheek within the palm of her hand.  

Inuyasha subconsciously leaned into her touch, golden eyes gazing directly into chocolate brown. His hair engulfed her wrist in a bracelet of silver whilst the breeze continued to dance through every strand. “I still don’t like it.”  

“I know,” she leaned up on her toes to press her lips against his in a passionate pursuit only to be moments away to hear their daughter, on cue, wailing.  

Though the interruption, the miko couldn’t help but smile. She leaned that smile into a quick peck on her husband's lips before turning on her heel and headed straight into their hut.  

“Well, hello little one,” she chirped, heading directly toward the bundle of attention seeking that was their daughter. She scooped Moroha up into her arms in one swift movement. The little girl let out a loud squeal of delight as she always did seeing her mother. Little hands turned into fists as the young one reached out toward Kagome’s cheeks. Kagome complied by putting her face directly into the path of her daughters, letting her pat her down.  

Inuyasha all but watched, his heart full of emotion for the most important people in his life. He watched as his wife smoothed out their daughter's bed head and smothered their happy girl in kisses, he watched as she wiped the bit of drool at the corner of Moroha’s lips. He wished he could watch every moment of this, possibly even freeze it. As selfish as it sounded, he didn’t want things to change. And he most certainly did not want his wife leaving the area where he couldn’t watch her, not with their pup this young.  

He made a grunting noise, catching both his girl's attention. Moroha offered an extremely gummy grin toward her father and reached her arms out in his direction next. It was his turn to get mauled by the beast. Kagome sauntered over, arms stretched out, Moroha at hand. He made a face at the miko as he gently took her into his arms next.  

Kagome stood up on her tippy toes once again to kiss their daughter's cheek and playfully ruffle Inuyasha’s hair, much to his distaste. The next move she made was toward her bow and arrows she’d been practicing with fairly frequently since the birth of Moroha.  

“What if she gets hungry?” He continued, holding their pup against his right side. The little one had taken to playing with his hair, strands of the silver already covered in drool. “She needs you if she gets hungry.”  

A soft laugh escaped through Kagome’s lips as she shook her head, “No, she’s already started to wean. We’re balancing, and today can be a day in which she stays off me. As much as I adore her, she can be... well...” the miko just shook her head, sparing her husband that bit of information he’d probably never shake. “You can take her down to Miroku’s for lunch.”  

He raised a brow, “Breakfast?”

“Already mashed some solid foods this morning. You watched me do it,” Kagome slung the bow around her shoulder, her quiver stead strong on the other side.  

“Kagome, really. I don’t know about this. I really don’t thin-”  

“You don’t know about what, Inuyasha? Watching our child?” Her hands were at her hips. Fuck. He’d treaded into a battlefield.  

“No! I- well-”  

“I carried her for nine solid months,” she took two steps forward, Inuyasha taking one back. “In my own body. I carried her daily afterward and have been with her for another 6 months after. Inuyasha, I just ask of you, just this once, ple-”

“Alright, woman!” His brows pulled together, straightening back up. “I’ll watch her today. I’ll watch her any day so long as you promise to keep safe, to come back.”  

Yet another smile grew across such soft pink lips. “Always.”

A familiar voice carried over to their hut. Sango, calling for Kagome. Inuyasha glanced toward the door. The moment Kagome started forward he’d gently caught her wrist with one hand, pulling her back into his available arm, Moroha still balanced in the other content with his hair. He placed a lasting kiss against Kagome’s lips, a small noise of relish slipping from her. They lasted for another few seconds before both their mutual friend knocked at the side of their door, eyebrows quirked.  

“You sure you want to go still?” Sango asked, a teasing smile displayed.  

Kagome rolled her eyes, “I’m coming.” She turned to kiss her daughter once more, squeezing Inuyasha’s hand. “Always,” she repeated one last time, a bit of emphasis laced through the word.  

He pursed his lip once her back was turned. “You watch out for her, Sango.”  

It was Sango’s turn to roll her eyes, “We’re mothers, Inuyasha. If anything, we’re the most threatening things on this side of the region.”  

He’d watch as they walked away, ignoring every instinct telling him to follow after. Sango was right. Their group protected one another. They’d kill for each other, or each other's family. Kagome was in good hands and he knew it well, he knew she could easily take care of herself. Though he faintly missed his clutzy crush, she’d turn into a graceful, powerful miko, and a mother. A mother of his child, something he’d never even dreamed of becoming a possibility in his cruel reality.  

And just as he begun to feel himself sink into such deep emotions; his daughter immediately pulled him out with a fit of wailing. “Fuck.”  

-------

The silver haired half-demon found himself at the monk's house fairly quickly. Moroha gave him an impossible try for food the moment Kagome’s scent was out of reach for both of them. She was entirely different without her mother as he begun to realize. She pushed every attempt of food away and kicked. His patience was thin to begin with, but with his daughter it stretched further than the horizon. He needed to be able to do this. So, he found himself here, surrounded by 3 human children and an extremely enthusiastic and well-sought monk.  

“So,” Miroku smirked, “came to me for child advice after all?”  

Inuyasha scoffed and gave him one of his famous glares, “I think your children could give better advice than you could. Sango does most of the childcare and we both know it.”  

“Touche.” Miroku and him both sat at a table within their larger hut. After Kagome’s disappearance, Sango and Miroku’s life went on. Not that Inuyasha could be upset about such a thing. He was happy to see them happy, to see their wishes coming true. Though he’d sulk, he still enjoyed watching as Miroku changed from less of a lecher to more of a father. He still had his moments though; moments Sango still seeks revenge on.  

Their hut was larger, but only because they planned such a large family that they may have overcompensated. But who knew, they still had many years to go, perhaps more were well within the near future.  

The children ran about the front of the hut, weaving between the door and front yard. A gate was spread across the face of their house which gated the young ones in. The twins were pushing four, Hisui almost two. Hisui was placed at the feet of the monk playing with some sort of rattle that rung in the half-demons' ears. Moroha was pressed well against his chest, leaking from her nose from an earlier sob.  

As soon as he’d walked up the twins were at his feet, clinging on for dear life as their favourite uncle carried them with ease. Miroku didn’t even so much as bother to tell them to stop, he knew Inuyasha secretly loved his daughter's trust. Moroha went from crying to fascination so fast it nearly gave Inuyasha whip-lash. Kin’u and Gyokuto both bouncing about, their heads hardly tall enough to reach up to his knee.   “Ooo, Moroha!” Kin’u called out. She’d made a silly attempt at pressing each palm of her hand against either side of her face directing the expression toward Moroha. The little girl within Inuyasha’s arms letting out a laugh that rung through his ears, but mostly shook his heart.   “Can we play with her, pleeeease?” Gyokuto begged, dragging the word out until her little lungs were airless.   Inuyasha pressed his lips together in silent contemplation. Had Kagome let them play with their girl? Surely, she had... Moroha seemed thrilled about it.   “Alright. But only inside the hut, where I can see.”   Both the twins hooted, reaching up for his treasured daughter. The half-demon complied, prying his daughter far too easily from his chest to the twin's enthusiastic arms. The little snake, of course she’d abandoned him for two loudmouth girls.   He watched silently as they each took a hand of his daughters and teetered Moroha up on her feet, walking her over toward their play corner surrounded by childrens toys.   Miroku let out a whistle, Inuyasha’s head jerking toward it, “What?” “Kagome’s never let them play with her,” he said, smug. “She hardly lets Moroha out of her arms when you’re all here.” Inuyasha’s eyes widened slightly.   “What? You hadn’t noticed?” The purple in his eye glinted. Surprisingly, Inuyasha never wanted to punch anyone more than his best friend. Even Naraku was less-punchable. He snorted and put his nose up in the air, “Of course I noticed.” Emphasis on ‘noticed’. “I can just watch out for them better with my keen senses. Besides, Kagome left me in charge. We’re doing things differently.”   “Uhhuh...” Miroku nodded, eyebrows raised. “Well, in that case. What are we having for lunch O Great Leader?” He’d made it a dramatic to put his hands out in front of himself, arms pushed in Inuyasha’s direction for exaggeration.   “You’re the one who's supposed to be in charge of that, lecher.”   “Harsh,” Miroku pulled his hands back in to cover his heart, “I was. Up until recent development. I’d love to see you take charge during the high sun over four children and your favourite friend.” The smirk planted on the monk's lips worsened the half-demons want, no, need to punch him. “Also, your kid is shoving a toy up her nose.” He nodded his head toward the three children in the corner while snagging his son off the ground.   Inuyasha immediately stood up and walked over to the three girls, the twins trying to pry Moroha’s hands away from her nose. The youngest girls grip being far too strong for two humans, even if she’d only developed half of her father's half-blood. “Moroha!”  

------

A few hours later Inuyasha found himself alone with his daughter in the confines of their hut. Moroha had been set down at the top of the hut’s layout, far from the ledge in which he’d tried to baby proof since her crawling development that started only within a few months of her birth. The girl felt as though she was aging rapidly, something that worried the parents but neither seemed to want to address. She looked her age, but the mentality and ability were maturing at an alarming rate. There was much to learn about this girl they’d created together.   He’d gotten up to start building a fire. Though fall had just started to show itself, he knew his wife got chilled almost any night of any season. It was inevitable, her cold feet would constantly press against his warm calves during the darkest hours in search of warmth. He complained, but secretly it was his on his list of Top Things Kagome Did. Right next to plucking his ears before leaving for her daily duties.   Nightfall was still an hour or so away. Inuyasha’s patience warring thinner. No sign of his wife’s scent had entered the permitter, and he’d sniffed the air several times. Much like what his daughter had started to do right that second. He begun to sniff just as fast, finding nothing but the scent of left-over stew balanced above the firepit.   He cocked a brow and walked toward his kid, “Hungry?”   The little one stopped sniffing the air momentarily, big brown eyes rimmed with stunning lashes turned and focused on him. Something akin to a growl rumbled at the base of her throat and up.   Inuyasha blinked a few times, taken back. “Did you... Did you just growl at me?”   Moroha repeated her adorable threat, taking a small bundled up fist move toward her father. Inuyasha sat on his arse a few feet away, still stunned by his daughter's animalistic nature. Sure, sniffing the air was one thing, but to growl?   Moroha was fast, trudging directly for Inuyasha’s lap. Once she reached him she put both hands on the foot that prodded out from under him. Inuyasha leaned forward so his face was directly in front of hers, letting out a growl far more ferocious than his daughter's cute attempt.   To his surprise, she giggled! She let out a loud, stomach deep laugh that made Inuyasha’s lips tug upward in the most genuine smile. The laugh stopped abruptly and she growled again. Inuyasha growling right back. And the laugh returning even louder.   But then she started to push herself up using his foot. His daughter stood up in front of him at a mere 6 months old, her chin held high and her tiny clawed hands caught in his not so tiny clawed hands.   “Hey, kid. Don’t you be doing that. Not yet. Your mother will kill me if you walk when she's not around.” He plucked the girl up from off her feet, folding his legs in front of himself so his knees touched in the air and placed Moroha in his lap, her back and head rested well against his thighs. She smiled all the while, bright brown eyes staring up at her hero.   “You think this is a joke? She really will kill me. You have no idea how scary she is. But you will, eventually. You have my blood, you’re gon’ be a lotta work.”   Moroha’s tiny fist wrapped around her father’s fingers, staring up at him in awe as he spoke.   “You’re gonna learn a lot of things. And I’m sorry for most of them. You’re gonna learn how this world... is harsh. How you and I are different from the rest, and even your mother. How our group is needed, yet so judged outside of this village. You’re gonna learn how to use these claws,” He’d lifted one index finger up, studying his daughters' hand, “how they can really hurt someone if you’re not careful. But I know you will be. I know you’re gonna be a damn good girl. You may have obtained some of my traits, but your mother's blood runs within those veins of yours too. And she's the best human to walk this dammed earth.”   He watched as his daughter's eyes fluttered shut. She was tired, probably exhausted from the twins earlier. He leaned forward to kiss his daughter's forehead, ears turned forward to listen intently to the small but even breathing.   Inuyasha waited a few minutes more before deciding she was out enough to move. He gently lifted her within his arms and walked her over toward her dedicated matt that had a few inches more around the surrounding area to keep her from rolling out. Though with this new standing thing she’d shown off, they may have to come up with a new plan.   After settling her into bed, he’d turned his head toward the doormat. The sun was just nearing itself from hiding away and his wife was just now approaching. Soft thuds planting into the ground that normal human ears would not pick up. He’d wait by the threshold but refused to meet her out there no matter the excitement. He was still petty, of course.   Kagome came trudging in, bow and quiver held over one shoulder, her sandals in the other. She’d ran barefoot. “I’m ba-” Inuyasha’s hand went right over her mouth before she could finish her shout, pointing toward their sleeping daughter. Kagome smiled sheepishly, prying his hand away, “I’m back,” she whispered.   Inuyasha rolled his eyes, “I see that, idiot.”   Kagome pretended to be hurt, smacking his shoulder with no real threat held in the hit. He smirked and leaned forward, taking her into an awaited kiss. Kagome smiled into it, dropping both her items to the ground so she could wrap her arms around his neck, her entire being pressed and hanging off of him. Inuyasha’s arms instinctively wrapped around his miko’s waist to hold her nearby. She pulled away with the same smile, “miss me?”   Inuyasha’s eyebrows knitted, “Not at all.”   The miko’s eyes narrowed, still extremely close to his face. “Oh yeah?” her arms went from draped around his shoulders, down toward the base of his shoulders.   He couldn’t help but let out a quiet snicker, “Yeah.”   “Hm...” His wife made a soft noise at the back of her throat, one corner of her lip tugged up. She pulled her arms in all the way and begun to try and escape his grasp, to which he responded by lifting her up entirely, Kagome letting out a hardly suppressed yet joyous laugh, “Inuyasha!”   He smirked again, still holding her well up in the air, “What are you gonna do about it, woman?”   Kagome continued to laugh as she hardly put in any effort to move, “Put me down, I’m gonna pee,” she laughed out.   Inuyasha scoffed and set her down, “Ew.”   Kagome rolled her eyes and leaned up again to peck him on the lips, “Hey. You wanted to marry this ‘ew’.”   Inuyasha shrugged, “It has its perks.” A soft coo came from behind him, “I knew it was too good to be true. She’d never sleep through your arrival.”   “Unlike you, some people like me,” Kagome smiled playfully and shouldered past him toward their fully awake daughter. “Hello, my girl!” The miko bent down to scoop her up and pull her into her chest. And Inuyasha watched yet another moment he wished he could freeze. This was it. This was his always. He’d protect them at any cost. His girls.  

[tarithenurse]

To the point - 3

Pairing: au!Satoru Gojō x fem!reader Content: All the smut. Add a pinch of dom/sub, a drizzle of bondage, sweeten with pain, let it simmer for a moment. No proofing. A/N: Third and final chapter...and longer than expected.

3. Point taken

I should not have done that. Walking towards your last appointment, you’re not worrying about the floofy, pastel coloured dress you’re wearing (although it’s not your usual go-to style) but what’s underneath it. No one can see it: hidden beneath the almost knee-long, flowy skirt and the silken panties hides the result of a great deal of work that you never had expected to get done. I should. Not. Have done that. But you can’t undo it.

Face glowing hot, you try to ignore the reflection in the glass door as you enter the tattoo parlour. There’s no one around at the front. No sign of other customers in any of the two small rooms...at least it doesn’t seem so judging by the lack of sounds.

“Mind locking and turning the sign?” Gojō’s voice calls from behind the curtain at the left cubicle.

A muted, little croak is the only answer you can offer aside from doing as asked. Get yourself together! The mirrored motion of straightening up, pushing the shoulders back, catches your eye once more. Not bad, if you do say so yourself. Almost...innocent looking. That, of course, would be a lie and knowing that emboldens you enough to keep your head high as you pass the curtain.

“Well, hell-ooo,” Gojō purrs at the sight, eyes travelling over your form appreciatively.

It should have been you saying something to showcase the amazement you feel: everywhere are candles and flowers, in a corner is a beautifully painted box (closed and absolutely curiosity inducing), and music is flowing from Satoru’s docked phone.

He can see enough without the electric lights on? That’s when it hits you that he isn’t wearing the usual sunglasses. Perhaps he’s sensitive to the light. Why’ve I never asked?

“Hop up, princess.”

Technically, he partially lifts you up, large hands wrapping around your waist only to slide down slowly along your thighs before guiding your legs apart and into place. His fingers are hot against your flesh, as he rests your left leg in the cradle. Crystalline gaze tracking the shift of the skirt as it falls towards your hip, baring the work in progress.

“Perhaps -” he pecks a kiss to the inside of your knee -”we should take some precautions this time?”

There’s barely enough air in your lungs to answer. “Such as?”

Gojō grins wickedly. “Getting rid of these.” He curls the fingertips up under the dress, hooking onto the edge of the panties. “Would be a shame to ruin them.”

And then you remember and you catch his hands in yours. “I...I...don’t know if...ermm...”

“So shy, princess. Well...I guess it’s only fair that you aren’t the only one on display.”

And true to his words, he pulls off the t-shirt to grant you with a delicious view – there really is no better word to describe the lithe, muscular build. He isn’t bulky, but each muscle is clearly defined and makes your imagination’s creativity pale. You’re too distracted to notice where he drops the shirt. But you do see his hands go for the button and fly of his jeans and your pussy does respond to the view as he reveals himself fully for the first time, confirming the suspicion from the night you danced with him.

“Better, sweetie?” He saunters back between your legs, each movement enthralling and full of confidence.

Nothing stops you, as you sit up to reach out. Fingertips softly trace the lines of his body and turning him around. There’s a fairly big tattoo on his back and it takes a moment before your can extricate your focus from the individual strokes (symbols) of the pattern to see that the whole makes out wings that move with his shoulders and shoulder blades. It could have been tacky. It is ethereal.

“Like what you see?” He flexes cheekily, a goofy grin banishing the rest of the awkwardness you had accumulated over the last days.

“Oh yes.”

A large hands splays over your pussy, thumb rubbing your inner thigh and sending sparks to your abdomen, your chest. Then it’s gone, and the next touch is that of the needles jabbing into your skin.

Sweet pain mingles with fiery caresses as Gojō carries your through for an hour or more on the verge of ecstasy without once passing the silken barrier and by the time he takes a break to focus completely on you, you’re a whimpering mess, begging for more.

There’s no reason to oppose him as Satoru lifts the dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie (which, for once, matches).

“Sweet princess,” he croons against your belly, hands scooting under you to grope your ass, “you want more?”

“Y-yes yees...”

Your own hands are clamped on to the edge of the seat, hips automatically tilting towards him until he pulls away. Through a haze, you see him go and open the box, pulling out something small enough that he can hide it in his hand. Wait...two somethings.

“Can you be a good girl for me?” Of course you can, you will be anything for him. “Put this into your sweet cunt.”

He hands you one of the things: a silicone bullet, smooth and slightly warmed from his touch. There’s no hesitation as you slip your hands beneath the panties, gathering the slick on the toy. It’s not what you had expected, not quite what you need, but it makes you moan to push it past your entrance and feel it almost plop into place. It’s not on purpose when your fingers linger to stroke your folds.

A strong hand clamps around your wrist. “Did I tell you to play with yourself?”

“No-o,” you gasp.

Brilliant eyes have grown icy. “Then why did you?”

“I just...I need m- I need you please.”

He can’t hide the shrewd smile completely. “Only if you’re a good girl. Are you gonna be good from now on?”

“Yesyesyes! I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you.”

Returning your hand to the edge of the seat, he leans in over you, hips pushing against your inner thighs and his cock twitching against your pussy. Gojō’s chest is hard and warm against yours. His lips soft along your jaw.

“Good,” he whispers, “otherwise I’d have to tie you u-” interrupted by an involuntary roll of your hips, his eyes search your features before he continues, “...oh. I see. Are you sure?”

If I’m not allowed to touch and he doesn’t do it? You nod, but it’s probably a new roll of your hips that convinces him to find two leather straps in the box, one for each wrist. He’s gentle as he ties you to the seat, whispering sweet promises and explaining how to navigate this new territory safely. When done, Gojō kisses you agonizingly slow and deep and your brain can’t help but imagine how it would feel if he was using his tongue like that but on your pussy instead. Tense and hot, clenching around nothing...and he smiles as he retracts because he knows and his cock is damp from having pressed against your soaked panties.

“Mmm, perfect,” the words are mumbled against your cleavage and then repeated as he kisses his way down your body in a straight line.

Almost. Almost there. But of course he skips where you need him the most and you have to bite back a whine as he sets to work on the artwork again.

Kisses. Fingers massaging and rubbing. Soft bites. Each sends new jolts through your body, keeping you close to the edge with no risk of toppling over. Want more. As if on cue, a rumble rocks through your cunt, making it clench around the toy you had forgotten all about in your frustration. Maybe it’s a gasp (it could be a moan) and Satoru understands the sentiment perfectly and lets the vibrations continue as your breathing speeds up and you teeter on the verge of the first orgasm -

“Noooo...”

Everything has stopped and Gojō watches your body regain its balance instead of succumbing to pleasure. The bastard had turned off the bullet and no matter how hard your pussy squeezes around the thing, it’s not enough. Straining against the leather of the cuffs, you try to reach down. Your fingers know the motions. Your clit is throbbing. Inner walls weeping. And Satoru looks at you with hooded eyed while running a hand lazily along his length.

...

The base colours are filled in and the millions of jabs with the needles has caused your thigh to ache wonderfully. It’s not enough to distract you from the much deeper burning in your core: a desperation, a longing so profound that words such as grace or dignity have lost their meaning completely. Tears are filling your eyes and dripping down your cheeks as you babble. Begging. Pleading. Sobbing for Gojō to take pity on the wreck of a girl strapped down before him.

“I love the way you sound, princess,” he mumbles against your hip, “adore the way you stutter through my name.” Adept fingers have left the most sensible parts of your body momentarily to wrap up the tattoo. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

It’s impossible to fit together a string of words. Your brain has been reduced to mush and you’re trembling with need as his lean body presses against your flesh, his raging boner pushing at the soaked fabric of your panties. And he purrs, damn it, the man enjoys the sensation of the vibration he’s subjecting you too as they travel outwards.

“Pl-ple-ease!”

“Yeah? No more playing?” Somehow, the blue of his eyes manages to pierce through the haze of tears.

You’re not entirely sure when he frees you wrists. And the surprised growl as he finally pulls your panties off could just as easily have come from miles away. Two licks is all the aching folds are granted before he maps a path up your body, marking each detour with kisses and bites that makes you whimper at the delicious sting. There’s almost no power left in you to sit up like he wants you to...but somehow you manage for long enough to wrap your arms around him so he can unfasten your bra.

“It’s okay, darling,” he nibbles at your earlobe, guiding you onto your back once more, “hang on a bit longer, mm?”

“M-mm,” you nod, happy for the reprieve as the bullet stops.

Next second, the calm is disturbed as Gojō pulls out the toy slowly, leaving you more hollow than ever. A slobbery sound piques your curiosity, fighting against the reduced vision until you see him lick every trace of you off the silicone.

“I can never get enough of your taste,” he groans, winking at you. “

“You...how do...”

No, words are too difficult. It’s not as you really need them anyways, your brain tries to remind you before losing all sense of reality except the one fact that you’re finally feeling a cock head slipping up and down between your folds. Not just any cock, of course.

“Yeah...plea-OH!”

Shock waves of hot pleasure courses through every cell in your body at the sensation of Gojō bottoming out. Without warning, your body is wrecked, taken apart and put together in a heartbeat that lasts forever as your insides spasm and the only thing you can scream in your ecstasy is his name. And he doesn’t even move, just waits for you to come down and catch your breath.

“Hmmm, we need more space, princess.” His voice is strained.

Somehow, the man manages to lift you, still impaled by his erection, and carry you through a backdoor and up to the next floor – to be fair, you’re not thinking too much about it because all you can do is hold on as each step he takes sends aftershocks through your core.

You are aware of the soft feel of a mattress against your knees, realizing that he’s laid down in bed with you straddling him. Please, yes. It’s impossible to say where it comes from – probably the desperate craving that hasn’t been satisfied enough – but new energy tugs at your limbs until your sitting upright and your hips begin to roll. Every time he says your name,  you reward him by pulling nearly all the way off and then sinking back down.

“Why’d I wait so long?” Satoru groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Feel so...amazing.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me be good to you?”

Gojō seems to be the one struggling for words now as he thrusts up into you with each roll, trying to speed up despite your effort to keep it slow. It’s not long before he lifts you up and down by the waist, praising the bounce of your breasts and asking you to play with them. Of course you comply.

“Fuck!” He pulls you off, scrambling to get behind you and pushing you forward on knees and elbows. “Ready, babe?”

“Gimme, please.”

You're aching for him inside, a deep longing for the balancing act between the pain and satisfaction he can grant you. Breath reduced to superficial whimpers. Hands clenching the sheets. All the anticipation building up to the point that you're shaking as you feel him align himself. Deep...hard, the inner voice keens.

It's neither. Frustratingly slow, Satoru fills you again, underlining the discovery of the bumps and quivers against his length with wonderfully delicious moans.

"Wanted to do this at the club," he growls strained, "slide into heaven. Feel your tight cunt around me as we danced." Finally bottoming out, Gojō's hips stutter and his fingers hold tight enough to bruise your hips in his efforts to still you both. "Fuck, princess! You're so damn perfect, I wouldn't have been able to hold back."

"You wouldn't have had to," you whine, core fluttering at his words.

Slowly, he begins to thrust into you and for a moment the only sounds are from two sets of panting breaths and an obscene squelching. One hand trails up your side only to return via the spine, nails scoring to set your nerves ablaze.

"I think it was worth it," he purrs, "this view? Beautiful. And no loud music to cover your sounds." As if to prove the point, he rams in deep to make you cry out again and again.

You're right at the verge, the dizzying precipice begging for that last stroke to push you over the edge and fly on the updrafts – and the second before it happens, Gojō's strong arms pull you up flush against his chest and he growls into your ear to scream his name. The change of angle, the command, or maybe the feeling his teeth digging into your earlobe as he pulls you down hard on his cock has you cumming with him.

Rather than an explosion or waves, the bliss concentrates heavy and hot and spreads its blinding rays outwards until there is nothing but deeply saturated satisfaction.

You come to you senses sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped tight around you for support for both. Satoru's chest is heaving against your back, but he's still capable of peppering your skin with kisses.

"I know we got work to do still on your thigh but..." his tongue catches your earlobe, making you hum with delight, "be mine, princess?"

It takes a second before you can talk. "Is there any doubt that I am already?"

"Nope...but I like the way you presented your heart to me," you hear him smile.

[catboyithaqua]

Character Ask Meme!!! Ramu or Gentaro~! Whoever! <3

OH BOTH MY BELOVED LITTLE MEOW MEOWS I LOVE THEM SM

Ramuda Amemura

What I love about them: FUCK MAN theres so much i love about him i love this little chaotic gremlin and his aesthetic and his personality and his lore and--

What I hate about them: please talk to tdd please please i fucking beg you please talk to them ple a s e (not really a complaint im just in pain)

Favorite Moment/Quote:

No matter what

No matter what

I've started to notice now

A something more important than that thing I need

I'm at peace (yeah, yeah)

What I would like to see more focus on: honestly i really love the focus we get on ramuda as a character but i love seeing his interactions, i wanna see his relationsuip w jakurai and his relationship w fling posse and REI DIDNT HE CREATE HIM WHATS.... WHATS GOIN ON THERE

What I would like to see less focus on: i will NEVER complain abt ramu content whatever we get i will accept with open arms i LOVE ramu content idc what it is

Favorite pairing with: FLING POLY ALSO JAKURAMU its not too late they can still fix it,,,, thEY CAN FIX IT I SWEAR i have other ships but these two...... big faves

Favorite friendship: i will die on the hifuramu brotp train i love them as friends so much theyd be so insufferable itd be amazing,, i also adore fling posse too JSSJDNSNFN i love their interation in any context

NOTP: aside from the obviously fucked up ones i dont think i have any?? I can see ramu w basically anyone weirdly enough.

Favorite headcanon: transgender also has autism and bpd i will DIE on this hill

Gentaro Yumeno:

What I love about them: i love his personality bc of how quick he can just 180 from being just a Fun Teasing Little Man to like, incredibly serious within a matter of seconds

What I hate about them: honestly how little we know about his backstory and especially his brother

Favorite Moment/Quote:

As the festival draws to its close, why do I feel somewhat lonely?

Should the outcome be the same if we were to take it from the beginning?

If I were to meet you in a dream, would my feelings be unresolved still?

What I would like to see more focus on: HIS HOME LIFE PLEASE KR GIVE THIS MAN SOME FUCKING LORE I BEG YOU

What I would like to see less focus on: again if u think im going to complain about gentaro content ur very wrong

Favorite pairing with: GENDICE GENDICE GENDICE also fling poly SJSJSNDND

Favorite friendship: i actually really like the idea of gentaro being friends with rosho!!!

NOTP: uhhh again as long as it isnt gross anything goes!!!! I can see gentaro w a lot of people too

Favorite headcanon: hhhhhh nb gentaro,,,, i love nb gentaro

Thank u sm

[violexides]

Do Nagito. You know you want to. *wink wonk*

Why I like them

i know i bitch and moan about complexity in all of these but seriously. komaeda is such an interesting example of a person who is inherently nuanced because of their black and white (and nuance lacking) world view. he has such a conclusive set of morals and a chaotic method of approaching them, is an interesting case study in “the ends don’t justify the means”, and falls into the space between a well-meaning character and a morally-grey one that instantly earns my adoration. 

he has this entirely earnest enthusiasm to him, a clumsy kind of generosity, that coexists, to his own detriment, with a darker idolatry and twisted world perspective built up by years of trauma. he’s a relatable character to me and also a muse, because seeing him react in certain situations is so fascinating. there’s so many facets of his character and i can never run out of it.

he’s a character i can’t get sick of, no matter what interpretation or AU i put him in, and i deeply appreciate him for it.

Why I don’t

admittedly i was annoyed at his sort of stuck-up nature, especially in chapter 4. i mean it’s entirely sensical for his character and i have no problems there, just a personal irk. a little “u are a bitch man” moment.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

the OVA is really dope but chapter 5 also. and the one dr3 scene where he tries to shoot junko and is gay instead? that one too.

Favorite line

"I shouldn't have made fun of Hajime. Deep down, I always wanted to become a protagonist myself..." (chapter 5)

"Then...will I be able to see her again? Will I be able to see the person I hate with every fiber of my being again? And this time... Will I be able to kill her time? The person I hate so much?" (chapter 0)

Favorite outfit

servant’s outfit... pleading_face

OTP

komahina. kamukoma close second.

Brotp

komaeda kuzuryuu and soda content please please please ple

Head Canon

after SDR2, he becomes fairly distant from everyone else. he struggles to reconcile with the concept that he may heal, and cannot find it in himself to both forgive himself and understand what he needs to be forgiven for. this takes him naturally away from everyone, where he hopes he can fall to his own self sabotage, and he spends months (often chased down by hinata) hiding in various places on jabberwock, trying to conceptualize the course of his life, figure out the steps to healing, and learn how to interact with the others again.

he hasn’t forgotten despair era. he hasn’t grasped what he’s done fully, yet. he’s seen the consequences and he doesn’t know how to handle them. he doesn’t know how to face the scope of his life when he is not in active, present threat of dying.

it terrifies him. so he runs away.

Unpopular opinion

komaeda is neither a complete abusive prick or a really nurturing kind person. he’s somewhere in the complex middle. he lacks empathy, but he does have deep investment in people and issues, even if this translates to something more akin to obsession. he doesn’t go out of his way to hurt people unless he has a distinctive purpose for it. he wants the people around him to heal but wants there to be a despair to challenge it. he’s not a good person, deep down, but he isn’t stagnant in his growth.

A wish

that he gets his illnesses cured, though the damage it has already done can’t be taken back.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

not sure if it would fit here but this man would not work for the future foundation tbh.

5 words to best describe them

iridescent wretched cataclysmic seraphic descent

My nickname for them

ko, kin match, love of my life part two

[taehyungiestummy]

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           “This brings back such amazing memories,” Emily smiles as our boys begin their performance. “New York was an okay city for you, right?”

           “Even if it wasn’t, I have moved passed my meltdown and all the sadness that befell me last year,” I twist around so I’m upside down on the couch. “This is about being close to the best boys in the world, and having a great time traveling.”

           “Look at you, stronger than I have ever seen you. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

           “Yes, yes, I know. I’m no longer a scared little girl,” I focus my gaze on the TV that is playing the performance. “I am sad you have to leave in a few days.”

           “Don’t worry about that now,” she shakes her head, patting my knee. “You’ll be fine anyways. Seven boys will be right with you the whole time.”

           “Yeah, and I am madly in love with one of them.”

           “It was fun to explore the city yesterday. Better than last year.”

           “I actually had fun shopping,” I smile at how much fun the boys are having on stage.

           “Oh, did you? What did you even get?”

           “Books and some video games. Tae picked out some shirts he thought I would look adorable in. I helped Yoongi and Jimin get some albums.”

           “You are such a nerd,” she chuckles.

           “Geek, “I tap her with my sock-clad foot. “That’s the word.”

           “Ah, my apologies then.”

           “What did you get while shopping?” I giggle as Taehyung pulls a silly face.

           “Mainly clothes,” Emily walks over to get a water from a container of ice. “Namjoon has amazing fashion sense. He helped me pick out some great outfits. Hoseok and Jin were fun to talk to as we walked around the mall.”

           “It’s always nice to have lunch together,” I smile as Emily places an energy bar on my stomach. “So many great places to eat in the city. Made me happy that we decided on a sandwich place.”

           “It was quite yummy,” she plops down next to me. “Are you excited for your dinner with Yoongi?”

           “Of course,” I grab my energy bar, flipping around so I’m sitting up right. “I don’t know what he wants to talk about, but I love hanging out with my brother.”

           “I’m sure some people will spread the rumor that you two are dating. Like they did very briefly last year.”

           I roll my eyes, “People will say any stupid thing to try and break apart relationships. I’ve posted multiple pictures of Taehyung and me clearly showing we are dating. Then sibling-esque pictures of Yoongi and I.”

           “Your Instagram is such a lovely account,” Emily leans into me.

           “Thank you. I spent a long time making it look professional. Lots of nice comments. Hate deleted in an instant.”

           “That’s good. Hate is just from scared people who are insecure. They want to take others happiness for no real reason.”

           “I know. The boys get it too. It makes me so angry and sad. Tae sees it directed at me, and he can’t stand it. He loves me so much, and wants everyone who calls themselves ARMY to do the same.”

           “They don’t have to love you, but if they are true supporters of the boys, they will accept their relationships. Just how it goes.”

           “I understand their reasons for it. Not saying it’s oaky, but I can get why they would feel hurt. Some of them really loved Taehyung. They wanted to get with him, but I stopped that from ever happening. I don’t feel bad that I took him from any of them. I just get why they feel hurt and the need to be hurtful. It doesn’t hurt any less, but it helps to know how they are feeling.”

           “I’m glad that I don’t have to deal with that. Even after the meet and greet, I am still hidden from most of the ARMY.”

           “I’d say lucky, but I love having my relationship public. Tae and I can go on dates without worry, and hold hands in public without rumors spreading. We can kiss in public and see the pictures later, which is actually so cool and interesting to see. It was an accident that it happened, but I am so glad it did.”

           We spend the rest of the concert in silence, watching our boys do what they love so much. Taking advantage of the drinks and snacks throughout the room.

           “That was so awesome,” I jump out of my seat as the TV goes black.

           “You’ll get sick of it eventually,” Emily chuckles. “You will see it so many times.”

           “Everyone is different though, and watching them have so much fun on stage, that will never get old.”

           “I guess I can agree with that.”            “Now come on,” I grab her wrist, pulling her towards the door. “We have some boys to go greet.”

********

           “How can you boys not be tired?” I giggle as I walk out of the hotel bathroom, looking around at Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung messing around.

           “Don’t worry, we will be out soon,” Jungkook flops onto the bed he has to share with Jimin.

           “Sure,” I chuckle. “I’m beat. I don’t know how you guys do it.”

           “No, jagi,” Taehyung rushes over to me, placing his hands on the back of my thighs. “We were talking, and we want you to dance what you know for ‘Fire.’ I know you can do it,” he gives me thighs a squeeze.

           “Tae,” I whine, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Always so touchy.”

           Taehyung gives me a quick kiss before heading over to settle into our shared bed. “Do you need us to sing?”

           I laugh, moving to an open area in the room. “I can do it.”

           “Singing and dancing, are you sure?” Jimin smirks.

           I roll my eyes, getting into my starting position.

           Rooming with the maknae line has been lots of fun. It’s hard not to smile with all the little games they want to play, and all the love they show for me. This is only the second night with them, but I never want us to not be traveling roommates.

           “Five, six, seven, eight,” I count off for myself, diving into the song.

           The dance moves are not too complicated, and everything flows perfectly. It’s an upbeat song, putting a smile on my face. Even if it is just me singing. My dance routine comes to an end, giving the boys their chance to clap and give compliments.

           “Your singing voice has improved so much,” Jungkook speaks up first. “And, you sung in Korean. Very adorable.”

           “You are too nice,” I fix the oversized sweatshirt of Taehyung’s that he is forcing me to wear. “I’ve ben practicing,” I nervously smile, feeling my shoulders rise to try to hide my burning cheeks. “Glad I don’t sound like a dork.”

           “Kookie is sucking up,” Jimin shoves the youngest boy.

           “Is my singing bad?” My shoulders fall, and I stick my lip out in a pout.

           “What? No!” Jimin flails his arms in a dismissive manner. “Your singing is quite lovely. Deeper than most girls, but that doesn’t make it bad.”

           I chuckle, “I was just teasing, Chim-Chim. It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

           He gives a sly smile, “You little shit. You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were going to cry.”

           I giggle, “Sorry. That was not the intent.”

           “You are lucky you are so cute,” he winks. “Whit those legs peaking out of the bottom of that sweatshirt. You look so cuddly.”

           “Thank you,” I shuffle around on my feet for a few seconds. “I’ve learned to love my legs, so thanks for liking them as well.”

           “Jagi, your dancing is better than mine. You’ll have to give me private lessons,” Taehyung smirks, suggestively raising his eyebrows, sending a wink my way. His tongue teasingly running over his lips a few times.

           “What?” I skip over to my boyfriend, cupping his face in my hands. “No, you’re way better than me. I’m the one who needs more lessons. Maybe, tomorrow?” I place a kiss to his nose. “God, I love your nose.”

           “I love you,” Taehyung grabs me by my hips, throwing me into the middle of the bed.

           “Tae!” I squeal, laughter pealing out of my throat.

           “My princess!” He exclaims and then begins to attack me with his fingers.

           “Tae…Tae…babe…Tae…hyung,” I manage to breath out through the laughs that wreck my body. “Ple…please, stop.”

           His fingers stop, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “How can you be so beautiful?” His boxy smile is what I am drawn to.

           I’m panting as I come down from the high of being tickled. Happy tears stuck to my eyelashes and cheeks. My cheeks flushed because of the quick exertion, and from the blush creeping slowly due to my position. Taehyung has my hands pinned near my head, making my only movement the wiggling of my butt. My sweatshirt has ridden up to expose my tummy, lucking not any higher as I have no bra on. The shorts I have on have fallen to low on my hips.

           “How, jagi, are you so beautiful?” Taehyung asks again, pressing his lips against mine.

           I lazily smile, knowing that my hair is a mess around my head, and the acne clear to everyone’s eyes. “I am beautiful because you say I am.”

           “It’s true,” he releases my hands.

           “Good thing Amber took her glasses off already,” Jimin speaks up. “Because they would be broken.”

           I sit up, running my hands through my tangles to fix the mess. “That’s just what we need, a fuzzy vision Amber.”

           “It’s just far away, right?” Jungkook asks.

           I nod, “Correct. Now, my turn to ask a question,” I look right at Taehyung. “Why didn’t you tell me about your glasses?”

           “Always little secrets kept between you two,” Jimin shuffles under the covers.

           “I didn’t tell you because I don’t think I look good in them,” Taehyung is resting back on his elbows. “Just like you wouldn’t show me your glasses.”

           “You look so handsome with your glasses, Tae,” I ruffle his hair. “Very smart looking too.”

           “ARMY won’t know they’re real until you tell them,” Jungkook is now under the covers.

           “I’ll help you build confidence,” I fix my clothes before climbing under the covers.

           Taehyung smiles, following my lead to get under the covers. “You are an angel.”

           “Jungkookie, can you please turn off the light?” I hum as Taehyung wraps his strong arms around my middle, pulling me back to have my back flush on his chest.

           “Sure thing,” Jungkook quickly plunges the room into darkness.

           My eyes flutter close, feeling at peace.

           “I love you, princess,” Taehyung whispers right into my ear. “I should buy you a tiara.”

           I place my hands on top of his. “I love you, Tae. Don’t get me a tiara.”

           “That’s not up for you to decide,” he kisses the top of my ear. “I’m going to spoil you so much. Don’t you worry about that.”

           “Please, don’t go overboard. I’m content with just being with you.”

           “Excuse me, couple in love,” Jimin’s voice slices through the quiet. “Can you please stop whispering so we can get to sleep?”

           I chuckle, “Sorry Jimin-oppa. We will stop talking.”

           “Good,” his smirk is clear in his tone. “Night, cutie.”

           “Goodnight everyone!” I giggle as Taehyung places open mouth kisses on my neck. “Sweet dreams.”

********

           “This was a great idea,” I smile, sipping on my milkshake. “No crazy boys, nice music playing, and a pizza coming soon.”

           Yoongi grins, “It is very nice. Calming, to say the least. No yelling, and I get to spend a few hours with my favorite girl.”

           Yoongi and I decided on a small pizzeria on the outskirts of New York City. The ratings were high, and it looked to have a nice interior from the pictures. We are seated in a back booth; the lights are turned down for the evening crowd. Music is softly playing, and it’s actually good.

           “Am I really your favorite?” I feel my cheeks heat up.

           “Of course,” he sips his water. “Have I never told you?”

           “You probably have,” I shrug. “I’m just surprised there isn’t another girl in your life.”

           “I am too deep in my work to have a girlfriend to worry about. Besides, it’s enough work worrying about you.”

           “Shut up,” I giggle. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

           “I will. For now.”

           “Even with Tae being glued to my side and dating over me.”

           “Of course. I’m your brother, so I have other things to worry about than he does. Mainly, him.”

           I pat Yoongi’s hand that is resting on the table. “He’s been good so far. He is a gentleman, Yoongi, when with me at least.”

           “I know. Still, I worry. Tae is a loyal puppy, but can get distracted. I don’t mean with other women. He seems to focus on you when together, though. Very protective.”

           “He is, and I love it. When he gets jealous though, that’s when it can get kind of annoying and out of control when it goes too far.”

           “I thought you like hot jealous Tae?” Yoongi teasingly smirks.

           “Why would you think that?” I drink my milkshake to cool my face.

           “Taehyung blurts stuff out sometimes,” he shrugs.

           “Okay y’all,” our waitress, Ashley, bounds up to our table. “Here is your extra pepperoni pizza, and garlic knots,” she set sets the food down in the middle of our table.

           “Thank you so much,” I smile, speaking to the girl in the language, she can understand.

           “Oh, you are so welcome,” Ashley gushes. “Was the milkshake as good as I said?” The southern girl is sincere, and not just faking kindness for her job.

           “It is so good,” I tap my glass with my index finger. “I’m glad you talked me into it.”

           “Well, I’ll leave you two to enjoy your dinner. Such a cute couple.”

           Yoongi perks up at the girl’s statement, but says nothing.

           “Oh, oh no,” I look between Yoongi and Ashley, stopping on Ashley after a few seconds. “We aren’t a couple.”

           “Oh,” Ashley is genuinely shocked. “So, are you friends on an experiment date?”

           “No,” I shake my head. “It’s not like that at all.”

           Yoongi tears a piece off a garlic know, but continues to stay silent.

           “Then what is it?” Ashley curiously asks.

           “Yoongi, he’s, he is my brother,” I tell the stranger something only my close friends know. My heart beat speeds up, and I feel butterflies swarm in my stomach. It makes me so happy to tell someone outside of the ones closest to mee who already know.

           “Really?” Ashley breaks me out of my thoughts. “Like, blood related? I never would have guessed.”

           “Step,” I answer, like I’ve explained it a thousand times before. “My mom married his dad some years ago. We didn’t grow up together, really, but I’ve always seen him as a brother.”

           “That’s even sweeter than you being a couple,” Ashley places a hand over her heart. “I’ll leave y’all to eat then,” she smiles before rushing off.

           “What was that all about?” Yoongi asks, snapping me back into Korean.

           “What was what?” I innocently ask, taking a slice of pizza and placing it on my plate.

           “What you just told our waitress. It’s like you’ve thought about it before. Just for that kind of situation.”

           “Maybe I have, or it just came to me. I just didn’t want her to have the wrong idea. I never want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

           “Like that one girl at the fan meet. I understand. It was cute.”

           “It made me feel good, telling someone that you are my brother,” I take a big bite of my pizza.

           “Did it?” Yoongi shoves more garlic knot into his mouth.

           It takes me a few moments before I can speak again. “Yes. Like when I tell people that I am dating Tae. I love him, and I love you so much. It’s a different love, thought. With Tae, I want to kiss him, snuggle up to him as I fall asleep, live with him, build a family, and more. So much more. With you, I want to hug you, sip coffee or hot chocolate, and talk about mental health. I want to help you with music endeavors, read you my poems, read books with chilling in your studio, and do sibling things.”

           “I’ll make sure we will,” Yoongi grabs my milkshake, take a sip.

           “Why’d you do that?” I shove more pizza into my mouth.

           “Isn’t it what siblings do?” He smirks, setting the milkshake back in front of me.

           I smugly smile, “Look at you, being a big brother.”

           “Don’t tease me.”

           “Min Yoongi loves his little sister,” I giggle.

           “Little one, you are so testy right now. I will ground you or something like that.”

           Both of us laugh at how dorky we are sounding.

           “Really, Yoongi, you are the best,” I nervously push my glasses up my nose. “You have been a blessing.”

           “I try,” he leans over to shove some garlic knot in my mouth. “I think I will teach you to play the piano.”

           “Oh, will you now,” I say through chewing the garlic knot.

           “Swallow, then talk,” Yoongi gives me a disgusted look.

           “Sorry,” I wash the food down with some milkshake.

           “You’re forgiven.”

           “So piano then?”

           “Yes, it’s a love of mine, and I want to share it.”

           “I look forward to it.”

           “How has rooming with the maknae boys been?”

           “Good, good,” I think back to the craziness of yesterday. “Tae and I danced while the others were out. Private lessons at one another. Then when Jimin and Jungkook came back, video games for hours.”

           Yoongi chuckles, “That sounds fun. I just slept and wrote music.”

           “And worried about me?” I stuff pizza into my mouth.

           “Yes, and worried about you,” he slightly shakes his head. “Just shut up and eat, you little dork.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! A bit shorted but a slightly big think is happening next, and I want it to start a chapter. :)

[irmacornelia]

30 Days of WITCHversary - 14-18

This week was hectic so Im dumping the last few days all at once.

Ahhh the shit-talking ones, I adore WITCH, but boy do I have some salt.

14- Something that irked you

I have to say the biggest thing is the fact that there simply wasn’t enough dragons, especially past the 2nd arc. Their power origin is dragons(until the late-series retcon nonsense), the motif is ‘you are something more than human now’, and then???? nothing? They forsook the ‘you are not fairies, you are not witches, you are something more ancient, strange, and lovely’ stuff and went sparkle fairy. Oof ouch the retcons.

Dragons all over the four dragons issue, dragons on the restaurant, Nerissa’s panel here? dragon.

This isnt something that the comic is guilty of only either, the show is guilty of it too, and they had no excuse, the comic was already out pretty far, and they wanted a show that appealed to boys, so why didn’t they go all in???

There were dragons on Taranee’s laptop when they talked about quintessence, there were dragons in the origins episode, there was dragons in the Phobos fight, in the one where Nerissa tries to take Earths Heart the first time, and there was the mention in the last episode, but did we see anymore dragons? Especially as their Zenith forms which I’ve complained about before was the PERFECT opportunity to tie in the motif? No.

There should have been way more dragon flavor.

Some dragon-shaped auras, the zenith deus ex transformation should have been dragons, Id have even taken totally western dragons, just,,, pls. More dragons emblazoned on coats and people referring to them as dragons. Maybe have part of Phobo’s goal be becoming a dragon. IDK just toss more in there!

And why did they strip the dragons out in the later arcs? My answer is Marketing. Things needed to be pink and sparkly or they are seen as encroaching on different demographis, and not sellable, as CEOs love the minmaxing. Dragons aren’t considered cute, for some reason, and so they had to go. That cash cow was primed to be power-milked until it died. And well. It did.

Im not saying that the shift in priorities from juicy dragon-flavored undertone creeping horror of being uninformed newly minted child soldiers against their will to sparkily faerie idols who do magic sometimes and smooch a lot of boys totally killed it but... Well... 

You know.

You can tell im salty about this, and have been salty about this for over a decade, can’t you.

15- Something that needs a quick fix

In the beginning issues, some of the wording implies the only worlds are Meridian, which is just basically hell, Kandrakar, which is basically heaven, and Earth, and no other worlds. Which is all well and dandy, except.... 2 arcs later that stops being the case.

Change that, because it goes off the rails from that view so fast its not even funny. The simplistic, ‘Meridian evil lizards, Kandrakar good glowing green immortal gods or whatever’ can stay, I guess, because its part of the deconstruction of the ‘evil’ world and ‘good’ world, with Earth as the purgatory thing that media does but just. Right from the start say ‘multiverse’ ‘many worlds’ ‘many dimensions’ one or any of those. It would be just the tiniest, but most wonderful continuity fix.

Just a couple word changes, no panels need to be changed at all.

Something that needs an overhaul

The retcons and plotholes in general. Ive spat quite a bit of salt about the retcons and plotholes already but. WITCH has an undeniable plothole and retcon problem. I love WITCH more than anything, but oh man. It has that one glaring, unfixable flaw.

There are regular adaption plotholes in the cartoon (Biggest one- Why did Yan Lin not give them lessons on how to fight, negotiate, what powers they have and can grow to have, the species that live on Earth and Meridian, a primer into the history of Kandrakar and the other worlds when she was ALIVE to give them?? They didn’t have them and didn’t know anything in the comic, because she DIED and Kandrakar wasn’t gonna go shit for WITCH! They were ALONE!) but oh no, im talking about the comic more than anything.

Everything contradicts itself just. So Much.

It would be fine if it were an american-style comic where each run is its own canon, but its trying to be serial and im dying squirtle.

Decide whether their wings are stylized feathers or butterfly wings or what (in ONE chapter book they changed the canon 3 times!!). 

Decide whether dragons are their powers or not, how their powers even work, what time of year and how old they are judging from the canonical minimum of days that have passed, how serious their job of defending the universe is. Pick a set of truths and stick with them!!!! Twists are ok and you can change the focus and tone over time but you cant just. Kick out established truths and replace them with shit that makes previous nonsense invalid. The overhaul needs to chose their truths BEFORE they start and then stick with it the whole way through!

And their truths they say and then never talk about why they came about need to be de-plotholed. Kandrakar has a noninterference policy? Why? What the fuck does that mean and how come they can send the guardians then? Kandrakar commands the dragons, yeah? Ok, why do they leave them alone all first arc. Matt was part of Kandrakar? Yeah, why didnt he train them into the dirt and not tell them anything whatsoever? Why did he base his relationship with Will on a den of lies that totally shit on his character before that arc????

What it needs to get this overhaul is just a total reboot that takes all these truths and plots, and makes them one cohesive thing.

Only problem. I dont want this fandom getting The V0ltr0n Treatment. I couldnt bear it, to have it get really popular and be filled with people who think its ok to threaten VAs and suicide bait and viciously bully people for daring to have redemption arcs in their fics. I don’t want this place to become a place of fear, I dont want to have the cozy atmosphere be transformed into a hectic high-traffic disk horse zone, even if it gets us an official Perfect WITCH Cartoon.

So no matter how much I want WITCH to have this flawless unfucking of the plotholes... I think I’ll be content with it the way it is.

17 - Something that needs to be revisited 

CHYKN

P… ple ase,,, give me flashback arc.

Previous guardians can give us padding arcs until the writers figure out how to plot the main stuff, previous guardians can give us worldbuilding, previous guardians can give us backstory for characters we have met, and can give us villains that feel connected to the current plot.

How neat would it be if we had an issue following Kadma and halinor setting up their magic Illuminati? 

How neat would it be if we had Luba and Yan Lin working together while Yan Lin was still active?

How neat would it be if we got a more in-depth Nerissa origins story, complete with what she plans to do after she stamps all over Kandrakar for the inhumane 40+ years of solitary confinement?

How wonderful, storywise, it would be to have villains and allies who knew past guardians, howevermany cycles back, to see and hear of guardians before, and how they failed, but this time, WITCH wont?

Day 18 - Something that needs more love from the fandom

Hi Yes Have You Heard The Good News Of The Four Dragons And Xin Jing?

Dragons,,,,, good. Please let us make more dragon content.

I am a biased dragon who wants more dragon things, yes. I am aware.

But oh, I cant be one of like 3 people writing dragon AUs. I mean, considering the fandom size, thats like a whole 3% but You Know.

‘What fan content do you want to see more of?’ Dragons. Always dragons no matter the fandom or appropriateness of giant flying lizards.

Everything is improved with dragons.

[piahautea]

Monthly Favorites: June

Hello, beautiful pea-ple! (Excuse my attempts at being punny 😏) It’s been a while since I shared with you something that I liked/loved/relished to the core so I decided to do a wrap-up of my favorites all taken from the belly of the past month, June. The food category is jam-packed! I definitely had a chance to pig out a lot!

beauty

Well, well it’s your girl getting herself just a ‘lil dab of makeup when she gets a hold of them. 

BYS Brow Definition Kit. I knew I had to get one after watching a series of makeup tutorials my school mates had up on their Youtube channels. And this was definitely a good find! I didn’t know what to get because—hello, me! I don't even know what to buy and not to buy *nervous chuckles*. I love how my eyebrows are now much more defined than they were when I was contented with my pencils.

BYS Brow Tint. Now all I wanted was a spoolie and I was running out of time. Then I asked the saleslady and she came up with this. She put some on my brows and I kinda liked the effect so instead of just a spoolie, I got it in a bottle dipped in caramel-y liquid which offers more than just to brush up my brows but to also give it a softened and more retaining look!

book/s

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon. I’ve always wanted to have this book the first time I stumbled upon it on Goodreads. And now that it’s been adapted to a movie already, it made me want to pick it up and start getting lost with it already! I started this book last month and just TODAY I finished it in one sitting where I’d left off. I was at p. 20 when I abandoned it for a while and when the electricity was bitching this morning, I decided to continue my progress. ALL I CAN SAY (non-spoiler) IS THAT I MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE. I didn’t waste any time. It was so beautiful. 14 out of 10 heart eyes for this one (now I’m being unrealistic, no?). Here’s a synopsis.

clothing

Coffee-colored turtleneck. A hand-me-down from my mom’s closet! I got so stoked when my mom passed it onto me. 

Dark blue loose blouse w/ low neckline. My mother asked a tailor to make a blouse for me from scratch with her spare yard of cloth and I’m practically in love with it. *awkward peach emoji says hi*

apps / games

Chocolatier 2. This was one of my favorite childhood games. I reminisced a little and out of surreal boredom and desperation to make chocolates again, I decided to give it another shot! Still gets me by. 

Chocolatier 3. I hated this before. Although I loved the flashback intro, I hated the gameplay. But I don’t know why I found myself downloading this and trying to tiptoe around the gameplay like I used to. Surprisingly, I fell for the make-your-own recipe feature when you visit the concoctions lab! *whispers* I even named one of my chocolates Matty Healy and the City Lights because it was dark chocolate (Matty's dark soul). And neon pink/electic purple for the currants. 

Choices. GDI THIS GAME IS JUST THE MOST WONDERFUL APP OUT THERE??? *clears throat* Sorry. BUT SERIOUSLY. I legit wanted to cry happy tears when I learned this from @chasingroanne (thanks to her screenshots on Twitter!). You have no idea how much I missed playing interactive games since I stopped playing Episode because it was such a waste of time (poor graphics, cringeworthy storylines; need I say more?). This is like a descendant of those interactive apps Electronic Arts used to have on the App Store called Surviving High School and Cause of Death. All I can tell you now is: go get you a good story, name your character and choose the right person to get all those butterflies in your belly from.

food

As I’ve said earlier, I did PIG OUT a little too much this month. This summer just doubles my size all the more (hehe). But, food is a necessity am I right? *wink wink*

The Manila Polo Club’s food is the. bomb. dot. com. And the service was spot-on, too! Everything was just so good. Ugh. I went there at the time of my niece’s christening and it was a great experience overall. 

Zark’s Burgers. Y’all have probably heard of this one before! Ugh my stomach was fully loaded after I munched on those nachos, bacon & cheese fries and their best-selling cream cheese burger with jalapenos! Love love loooove.

Wada’s Pizzeria. So this one’s a little pizzeria nearby and my sister and I LOVE spontaneously booping out of nowhere there when we hanker for pizza. The funny story is when we booped off to their store that afternoon, they didn’t have any boxes for the pizzas so instead, they lent to us their ceramic plates and a pan with the pizza Cling wrapped on top. Even though they have their quirks, their thin crust is still one of the best things I’ve ever had.

Calbee fruit granola. My dad brought this home from Japan and it instantly became my favorite breakfast food ever! Just getting a whiff of it makes me insanely happy.  

Milkis. I could get drunk just by slurping on this yogurt soda all day, really (lol exaggerated lvl 10000). Also, I love both flavors equally!

tv series

Trial & Error. I haven’t finished watching the rest of season 1 yet but I can already tell how I’d laugh a ton more because of ep 1! It’s basically about a lawyer name Josh Segal who gets sent out of the urban jungle by his boss to represent the case of a man accused of being the perpetrator in his wife’s murder. I know that sounds pretty serious business right there. But the characters are hilarious (the people in the small town Josh moved into are crazy. Well, a little too crazy.) You’ll love it too. Find out everything else here.

We Bare Bears. Well I’m not really much of a cartoon-watcher anymore since the absence of Nickelodeon when we moved out of our old home. But ever since I found that video of the three bears walking their Korean friend home and Ice Bear greeting the mom annyeong-haseyo, I just thought that it was too adorable to miss out. As much as I can this past month, I try to catch this show every morning right after I’d woken up.

Masterchef US (S8). Been a fan of Gordon Ramsay for life! I’m definitely plunging into this new season because of the drama (yep) and of course the new challenges and the FOOD (always). As of the moment, my favorite home cook is Brien O’brien. You go watch with me, too. I always wait for newer episodes every week. I’ve never been so impatient haha

music

Porcelain Skin by Captain Dipper and the Strawberry Girl. This one just sets the bar higher for anyone looking for calm, relaxing—and probably at the same time tells a story of love—songs. You won’t regret listening to this, I’m telling you. Fall in love with it the way that I did here. Or here if you’re more of a Spotify person.

Daddy Issues by The NBHD. This is the type of song that sets the abandoned stack of logs in the woods on fire despite the perfect winter weather. I mean it. And maybe I am being lvl 10000 exaggerated again but *puppy eyes* if you haven’t heard of this song yet, head onto bed, keep the temperature real nice and cozy for you, play this song and you’ll see. Also, I love Jesse Rutherford’s voice here a little too much. You don’t have to thank me. All yours. Here on my boi YT. Or on milady Spots.

film/s

Girl Interrupted (dir. James Mangold). Now I don’t see a lot of films unraveling the truth about mental illnesses. How it affects the people around you, the things you’ve gotten accustomed to in your life and you firsthand. It’s a tragically appropriate representation of what it’s like: having those feelings, those thoughts, those reflexes that somehow mistakenly brands us definitions we place on plaque cards on our foreheads. This was a terribly moving film and you should watch it.

Congratulations on reaching the end of this post. I hope it was a good read! Love and light to you, beautiful reader. 

♡ Pea

[datingadviceonreddit]

Hello everybody, first time posting in this thread and am only doing so because I don't know who else I can turn to for advice - so please, be gentle; no hurtful or negative emotions or comments here please.I really need some help here guys & girls, I don't want to lose this girl because she means the world to me.Backstory:My girlfriend and I started dating a few months before the end of grade 12 in High School. Lets call her Rachel. Before we started dating, she had been dating a friend of mine who lived interstate and whom I used to race bicycles with. Lets call him Charles. Charles is 3-4 years older than me.For the better part of the last 2 years of my time at high school, I had developed an insanely huge crush on Rachel. I drove to a party down the coast one evening early in the year with my cousin and surprise surprise, Rachel was there. We started talking that night and I was flirting a lot with her (because I thought she was single), when all of a sudden the topic of Charles came up and she told me they were dating (they met as a result of a funny tinder prank, can you believe it). Initially, this didn't phase me too much. I was still good friends with Charles and I was glad Rachel was with somebody who I knew was kind and caring.Anyway, so after a bit more talking that night, I politely excused myself from Rachel's company and sought out some of my other friends. Whilst just sitting, drinking and talking with a heap of my guy friends, this one bloke whom I went to school with bursted into the middle of our group and bragged about how he had just hooked up with Rachel. This was true, and I felt both hurt and ashamed of Rachel for she was still Dating Charles at the time and had seemed like a sensible, loyal sort of girl. How wrong I had been.I slept that night at the party with a stomach of jealousy and guilt for knowing what Rachel had done that night. I was deeply in love with Rachel, however she had cheated on her current boyfriend with somebody else she used to go to school with, and in my books that is a big no no. So I let my feelings subside, for a while.Fast forward to halfway through year 12 and Rachel and I have become great friends at school. We enjoyed each others company, studied together, meet up for coffee after school and just relish the chance to be with one another. On some level, I guess we were flirting our deep emotions for one another.Rachel invites me to her 18th birthday party in town one evening, I felt extremely lucky and proud to be invited because only 5 or 6 people got to go, including her boyfriend, Charles.Some point along the line before her 18th Birthday, Rachel told Charles about her cheating on him at that party down the coast earlier in the year, and you could tell he knew about it by the look on his face the entire night, he was being super obsessive about her and not wanting her to have any fun with anybody whilst she was out. A couple of times throughout the night, Rachel asked me for advice on what she should do; should she stay with Charles, should she break up, what should she do? I gave her polite advice like anybody would (not swaying her one way or another) and left town to go home and sleep not long after.A couple of weeks later, Rachel sends me a message telling me that her and Charles broke up. I'm not sure why she chose to tell me about this, my only thought being that she had feelings for me at the time and wanted me to be there for her. And I was.We started hanging out even more, enjoying and growing on each other more and more everyday... leading up to one night. Rachel and I both went to an end of school party the day after we graduated, and she kept insisting I had to meet her there and hang out. As soon as I finished pre-drinks with my friends, I raced with them to the venue and took Rachel by the hand and led her outside, confessed how I felt about her, and said that she didn't have to say anything in return - I just wanted her to finally know how I had felt about her all these years. She told me she felt the same, we kissed, practically spent the rest of the night together partying, then I told her I was going home. She told me she wanted to stay with me because she was still a bit upset, and so I brought her home. I said to her on the way, "you can share my bed. I promise I won't try and make a move on you, Im here for you as a friend though". She said yes yes, and we got home and hopped into bed. Next thing I know, we were hooking up and slept in each others arms all night.After this night Rachel and I started dating. Obsessed over each other, out honeymoon phase of the relationship was blissful and amazing. I thought it would never end.Current day:Rachel and I have been dating now for roughly one and a half years, I'm good friends with all of her family members and absolutely adore her parents, and I've been on a family holiday with them all overseas for 2 weeks. Rachel recently moved back home to take a new job in her hometown, which is roughly an hour drive from where I live in the city. The night before she moved back home we were laying in bed at her sister's house in the city, and she was crying and telling me she hated that we met so early in life, because there are so many goals she wants to accomplish and so many things she wants to experience around the world such as travel and festivals, but that she can't imagine her life without me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. I didn't know what to make of this conversation (although I think deep down I knew where it was headed eventually), so I tried to comfort her and hold her, and we fell asleep spooning each other content and happy (or so I thought).Ever since moving back home, she has been quite, teary, only ever briefly responding to my texts and calls, asking me what I think about our relationship... everything I dreaded I would one day hear her say. Recently she has started house sitting for an old lady in the city and spending more and more time around there with her because its 'peaceful'. I got back home 2 days ago from a sports tournament and she said that had got really high by herself the other night because she wanted to relax. I'm not into drugs or anything like that (although I'm not shy of a drink), so this was hard to hear.She asked me to meet her in the park near my house so we could lay in the sun. During this time she talked non stop about how she was so confused, needed some time for herself and all the while crying non stop. I was shocked into silence, so I came across as a bit of an emotionless bastard.She suggested a break, and all I could do was say "yes, if thats what you want". I was angry. We parted ways and I got home, went up to my room and cried like I've never cried before. She is my world, she is the most amazing thing to happen to me and I cannot bear to see her losing interest in me like this - and the worst thing is that I don't know WHY! I call her and ask her to stop by my house before she heads back home, and she says she will.She doesn't. I rehearse from my heart what I have to say to her, how much she means to me and that I want us to continue down the same path in life, and decide to go and see her that night to deliver my heartfelt message.So I drive to her house (one hour away) to tell her, but as I am leaving town see her car parked at the old lady's house she has been at so often recently. I sum up the courage in me, wipe my eyes of tears and walk into the car port of the old lady's house.Rachel, the old lady, and a random man with a dog who I don't know nor could get a good look at, are all sitting outside at a table smoking and talking. The dog barks and alerts them to my presence, and I say "its only me" to which Rachel comes out and takes me outside so we can talk.I pour my heart into my words, confess my undying love for her and everything else I could think of - but it was as if I was speaking to a different person. The old Rachel, who said she never wanted to be with anybody else, wanted to spend the rest other life with me, wanted to experience the world with me, was gone. Instead, she stood glassy eyed and kicked the tire of her car as I rambled on and on about my love for her. I don't think she really heard a thing I had to say.As I finished, she pulled me into a hug and said "its not you, its me" "I want to be able to embrace my wild side, to be able to be free and not have to answer to anybody" "I love you as a person" all those things said to try and let somebody down easy... She wants to travel at the end of this year, and go to university next year. And she said she thinks we should have a 2 week break in which we don't speak, text or call one another to see how we both feel after that. She said we can talk again after this time.I would do anything to stay with her, I'll darn travel the world and save up enough to do so if it means being with her again.For the past 2 days I haven't been able to sleep, exercise or eat. My stomach feels like its been punched a million times and the pain won't go away. I feel literally sick. And the worst part about it is that I'm not sure she is feeling the same pain as I am. My worst fear is that we will meet to catch up after the two weeks to chat about things, and she will say "I have enjoyed being myself these past two weeks and not having to hang out with you - lets end it here". How can I stop this? How can I prepare something so special so that she HAS to take me back and realise what we had together is rare and worth a lifetime of sacrifice?Please, please - help me. I know this girl is so special, she is amazing and I do not want to lose her. I don't want any negative comments about how I deserve better and there are plenty more fish in the sea - I want you guys to understand the dark place from where I'm currently sitting in, and try to help me create the fairytale ending in which I somehow pull of a miracle and win her back when we meet again after these two weeks. The possibility of potentially winning her back after these 2 weeks is all that is keeping me from total collapse at the moment. Otherwise I think I might buckle. I've never been suicidal, but nothing seems to be out of the question the way I'm feeling right now. Its a pain like no other.She is interstate this weekend with her mum at a music concert, and I am on good terms with her dad, so I thought when she is gone I might be able to discreetly visit him and talk some things over with him to see if there is anything else I could possibly do to save the relationship? I would make him promise not to tell Rachel of course.Thank you friends.Tl;Dr: My girlfriend is quickly losing interest in me and wanting to experience her 'wild side' and follow her dreams/passions in life, but she means the world to me and I will do anything I can to keep her in my life. We are on a 2 week break and I need to think of something I can do to win her back when we meet again to talk after those 2 weeks. Any thoughtful advice is appreciated. via /r/dating_advice