#I don't mean to be but forgiveness will be a while in coming

[sweetcalebb]

How Puppy!Caleb apologizes ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

a/n: sorry, i'm horny for whiny pathetic caleb. yes, that could've been done without the whole puppy aspect. DON'T COME AT ME!! (i promise i'll tag u all in the next post)

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He ruined your night—and he knows it.

That's why he's standing off in the corner, ears flattened and tail drooping as you wipe off the makeup you'd painstakingly done.

What a waste.

"Don't be mad at me." His voice cracks on the last word.

But you don't look at him. Just sit at the edge of your bed as you try to take out your earrings. You hear him though, shuffling closer and closer until he's right in front of you.

But you still refuse to look at him.

A staggered breath leaves him when you won't meet his eyes. He misses you.

"Please look at me, Pips," he whines, the sound low as he suddenly sinks to his knees in front of you.

You scoff, slowly easing your hands away from your ears and propping them up behind you. You don't say anything, but you're looking at him now. Finally.

You have every right to be mad at him though.

He got too possessive. Again.

Made a big deal about you going out and what other men would do, and forced you to stay home.

So, of course, he ends up at your feet—eyes soft, tail tucked, and begging for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his fingers gliding up your leg. Careful. Slow, like he already knows you'll give in if he's reverent enough.

"I didn't mean to upset you.." He blinks up at you, brows furrowed and lips pursed in the saddest little frown you've ever seen on him. "I just don't trust other men."

Silence.

You press your lips into a hard line and just stare.

You're still not breaking and the fact that you're not breaks him.

A pathetic whine slips past his lips as he dips his head to press a soft kiss to your knee.

"I hate when you look at me like that."

"Then don't give me a reason to look at you like this," you snap, your tone making his ears flatten even more.

"I'm sorry, baby," Caleb breathes, sliding one hand up your calf while he trails the other higher up your leg, fingers curling under the hem of your dress. "Let me show you how sorry I am."

He blinks up at you, every soft breath against your skin weakening your resolve.

"Are you kidding me?"

Caleb exhales, gently nudging your legs open. Just slightly, enough to press a kiss to your inner knee. "Please.. I'll be good. Please.. Let me say sorry."

You shouldn't let him go further. But you do. You sit there, completely still as he carefully slips his thumbs under your dress and begins to tug it up enough to expose your panties.

Then he slowly parts your legs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs.

He can't help the little wag of his tail when he sees you. Smells you.

"I'm so sorry, Pips," Caleb whispers, kissing and sucking your plush flesh between his lips. "Promise.. Promise I'm sorry.."

You swallow hard when his nose brushes against your clothed cunt.

Caleb shudders, tail thumping wildly against the floor now.

Then, slowly, he presses a kiss to the dampening fabric.

You fight every urge to roll your hips against his mouth. "What?" you huff, your fingers curling in the bedsheets behind you. "You think you can just kiss it better?"

Caleb doesn't say anything. He just pulls you closer to the edge and mouths you more eagerly. "Forgive me... Please. Say you'll forgive me."

Your chest tightens.

He always sounds so pretty like this. So sweet and pathetic.

"Love you," he murmurs into your panties, the vibration making your lips part on a silent breath. "Love you. I'm sorry."

He’s licking at you now, soaking through the fabric.

A quiet sigh spills past your lips, one hand slowly uncurling around the bedsheets to tangle in his hair. "You don't deserve this," you say, your voice low and breathy.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry."

He inhales you, the sound sharp and desperate, like your cunt is the best thing he's ever smelt. "Let me... Let me please. I'll make it up to you."

"I shouldn't..." you breathe, and Caleb whimpers out a pathetic little sound. "But I always do, don't I?"

Caleb nods eagerly.

A beat. The finally—

"Fine.."

Caleb doesn't waste a single second. He nudges your dress higher and peels your panties down your thighs.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Then his mouth is on you again. Eager, sloppy, and devoted.

You sigh, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips against him. "Don't... don't think this means I for–forgive you."

Your breath catches in your throat when he wraps his lips around your achy clit and sucks. He always knows just the right ways to make you crack.

"God, Caleb.." you moan, tipping your head back and grinding against his mouth. "Why do you always... have to ruin things.."

Caleb whimpers against your cunt, his tongue faltering for just a second. Then he grips your hips harder and buries his face deeper.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." Then he's back on you, eating you out like he has something to prove. "I'll be good, I swear—please don't hate me."

You moan, holding him between your legs. "I could never hate you..—fuck, Caleb!"

"Promise?" Caleb whimpers, the sound muffled against your slick heat. "Even when.. when I don't let you go out? Even when I want you to myself?"

You barely hear his words over the sound of your cunt. You can only make out breathless pants against your skin, but you make out some of it.

You know what he wants you to say, but you can't. Not when his tongue is doing filthy things to you.

But the second Caleb doesn't hear a response, he becomes a babbling mess between your legs. "Please. Need it. Say it."

His desperate cries against your cunt is what tips you over the edge. You come with a ragged cry, your hips jerking against his face.

Caleb laps up every drop, only pulling off when he's sure you'd be completely satisfied.

You let out a shaky breath, finally looking at him again. Your hand rakes through his hair, gently rubbing his fluffy ears between your fingers.

"I promise," you finally say, tilting his head up. His face is glistening in your mess, and his lashes are wet with tears.

The sight makes your chest squeeze.

"I could never hate you, Caleb."

Caleb's ears perk up, his tail thumping even louder against the floor.

"Do you forgive me?"

"I forgive you."

Caleb smiles, instantly crawling up your body and peppering your face with kisses. You can smell yourself on him. Musky, but not unpleasant.

"Thank you."

You give a defeated sigh as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You always forgive him.

Always.

And this time was no different.

You just could never stay mad at your sweet little puppy for too long.

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to everyone waiting for me to finish ur requests, i promise i'll get to them! i have 30 atm so be patient!

[kafkaisnotdead]

Hector character analysis

I'm tired of Hector's mischaracterization (it's eather "he's an innocent cutie" or "he's a creepy stalker") so I decided to write a list of his traits first. Feel free to add your own opinions!

1. He is shy and deeply insecure (obviously).

2. However, he does not hate himself entirely. He takes pride in his role as the HVAC system. It is the way he looks that makes him self-conscious. I also feel like this confidence helps him to fight his fears so quickly, stand up for himself in the Hate Route, or even indirectly confront Keyes' arrogance.

3. He's a yearner and deeply devoted person. I feel like his intense devotion can come across as obsession to some people.

4. He lives a life of enforced solitude. His deep-rooted loneliness fuels both his devotion and his yearning. In the player, he finds the sole focus for his profound need for connection.

5. He's kind of melodramatic (he said so himself). This could be a self-defense mechanism for him - over-exaggerating his feelings to make potential rejection feel less painful.

6. He's more sensual than sexual. I'm basing this opinion on his teasing at the end of day 2 and on his fanfic.

7. But that doesn't mean he lacks a freaky side (teeth getting involved at the end of his fanfic reading… or the fact that the fanfic exists at all 😅). If you decide to spend the night with him after his Realization, you can see for yourself that he's not all talk.

8. Deep inside, he kind of feels entitled to the player's attention and affection, seeing it as a natural response to his care and devotion. This comes through more clearly in the Hate route. I feel like this entitlement is the reason he would even threaten to freeze the player to death if they were being extra mean. Although he never actually acts on his threats, using the excuse that he takes too much pride in his work.

This is probably partly his melodramatic tendencies coming through, a signal of the hurt feelings of a devoted servant. Therefore, his sense of entitlement is fundamentally different from that of the stereotypical "nice guy" who's been rejected by a girl he felt entitled to.

9. He's playful and mischievous, but this is deeply buried under his shyness. He does tease you on several occasions, and even chuckles if player get flustered by his fanfic.

I feel like him creating carnival masks in his ending really suits this trait.

10. He seeks considerable control in his life. While he enjoys the player's ability to tell him what to do, in some aspects he's adamant about doing things his way (you can see this if you pester him in the attic for 3 days in a row at the start of his route). He also easily accepts it if the player states that they don't want to control him. Perhaps his submissiveness in the relationship with the player is also a conscious choice rather than his inherent trait; that's why he freaks out when things don't go according to his plan - such as if the player approaches his grate again after he has invited them to the attic.

11. He is also kind, cares for those around him, and is ready to forgive the player's missteps (but not cruelty, not without candy, at least).

12. But most importantly, he isn't afraid to be vulnerable. He acknowledges his feelings (albeit melodramatically), his devotion, and his need. This requires profound courage, especially from someone so inherently shy.

I think that's all. Thoughts? Prayers, perchance? 😅

[hazedmilk]

BABY FEVER ! - g. satoru

pairings - g. satoru x fem! reader

synopsis - ❝he's the strongest sorcerer, and according to him, he doesn't have a weakness, so you hit him with the worst weapon of all—babies.❞

words - 3.9k

a/n - wrote this ages ago

"Whatcha doin'?"

You jumped like you'd just been tased, spinning around with your heart in your throat. "Shit!" you hissed, pressing a hand to your chest. "Satoru, stop teleporting behind me like that! One day I'm gonna clock you."

He didn't flinch. Just smiled—that smile, lazy and smug—as if catching you off-guard was the highlight of his day. His arm snaked casually around your waist, fingers splaying over your hip like he owned the place. "Can't a husband come check on his wife during work hours?" he asked, voice dripping with mock innocence.

You turned your head, frowning. "During work hours? Wait... you're still on your mission, aren't you?"

He gave an exaggerated shrug, as if that detail barely registered. "Yeah, but like—it's mostly just cleanup at this point. No big deal."

You stared at him. "Satoru. Are you seriously telling me you ditched your special grade mission to come flirt?"

His eyes twinkled like you'd just complimented him. "You say 'flirt' like it's not the most important part of my job."

You started to protest, the words already on your tongue—Do you even care about protocol? Someone could get hurt! What if the curse reemerges?—but you didn't get the chance. He silenced you with a kiss, one of those deep, focused ones that made it impossible to remember what you were mad about in the first place.

His hand curled at the back of your neck, the other still firm on your waist as his mouth claimed yours with a softness that was entirely unfair. It was dizzying. Warm. Frustrating.

By the time he pulled away, you were breathless, dazed, and dangerously close to forgiving him.

He leaned back just slightly, lips still ghosting yours. "Ah," he whispered, smug and utterly pleased with himself. "Much better."

You blinked, trying to remember how to form sentences. "You—ugh—that's not the point! You left someone alone with a special grade! What if it regenerates?! What if it mutates?! What if—"

"Nanami's there," he said, completely unfazed. "He'll handle it. Besides, I missed you."

You narrowed your eyes. "You missed me enough to risk someone's life?"

"Relax," he said, spinning you lazily in his arms. "You act like I haven't done this before. I left detailed instructions."

You gave him a skeptical look. "What kind of instructions?"

His grin widened. "Step one: stall until I get back. Step two: don't die."

You stared at him, unimpressed.

"I mean, technically that covers everything," he added, nuzzling your cheek.

You groaned. "You're impossible."

"Mm," he murmured, trailing kisses along your jaw, "and yet, here you are. Married to me. Who's the real menace here?"

You huffed, trying to stay mad, but his arms were warm, his presence familiar, and—dammit—he smelled good. You sagged against him in reluctant defeat.

"You didn't answer my question."

You stirred the pan without looking at him, the quiet hiss of butter and noodles filling the space between you. "Doing my job."

He cocked his head to the side, arms crossed like he was preparing to argue. "I told you, working isn't worth it while you're with me. I can take care of everything."

You rolled your eyes. "It's not some corporate job, Satoru. I'm just babysitting. Chill out."

"Babysitting?" he echoed, straightening. "Where'd we get a baby?"

You exhaled sharply through your nose and nudged him aside with your hip, reaching for a bowl. "We didn't get a baby. My sister dropped hers off this morning."

He blinked. "You have a sister?"

"Yes," you said dryly, tipping the noodles into the bowl. "She exists. Lives two cities over. Has a husband, two kids, mild wine addiction. Very normal stuff."

Satoru looked offended, like this information personally betrayed him. "Since when?"

You shot him a look. "Since always. You just don't listen when I talk about my family."

"I listen," he said, lips twitching. "I just have a filter for boring things, like taxes and siblings."

You shoved the bowl into his hands. "Then filter this: I'm watching her kid for the next few hours, and if you scare him with your teleporting or weird sunglasses tricks, I swear to god—"

"Wait, wait—he's here?"

You blinked. "No, I left him in the astral plane. Yes, he's here."

He stared at the bowl like it was suddenly radioactive. "You fed this to a child?"

"That's your dinner." You said, tone flat. "I'm feeding him the same though."

"Oh. Carry on."

You walked past him toward the living room, already hearing the faint sound of cartoons. He followed close behind, peering over your shoulder like an overgrown puppy.

"How old is he?" he asked.

"Four."

"Does he cry?"

"Only when he meets grown men who ask dumb questions."

He grinned. "So I'm his first traumatic memory. Nice."

You sighed and dropped onto the couch. "Don't make this weird, Satoru. It's two hours. You'll survive."

But he didn't answer right away. Just looked toward the hallway where the kid was playing quietly. Then back at you.

And under all that smugness, there was something else—something softer. Curious. Dangerous.

"When r'you getting back to your mission?"

You didn't even look at him when you asked it, but your tone said enough—dry, unimpressed, and just barely tolerant of the man currently lounging on your couch like he paid rent.

Satoru sighed dramatically, throwing himself further back into the cushions like the world's most powerful teenager. One leg swung up onto the coffee table, ignoring the coaster you'd placed there just an hour ago.

"When I feel like it."

You rolled your eyes so hard it might've caused a minor shift in the earth's rotation. "Uh-huh. Tell that to Nanami when you crawl back in three hours late with powdered sugar on your collar."

"That was one time," he muttered.

"Was it?"

Before he could answer, you turned away and focused on the real task at hand. "Levi," you called softly, setting the bowl down on the low table with practiced care.

The kid looked up from where he sat on the floor, blinking up at you with big, curious eyes. There was mashed fruit on his cheek and a plastic toy clenched in one fist.

"Food," you said gently, tapping the edge of the bowl and handing him the spoon.

Levi made a delighted little sound—more of a babble than a word—and promptly reached for the utensil with both hands. He managed to get it into the bowl, then promptly made a mess of trying to shovel the noodles into his mouth. Half ended up on his chin, the rest drooled back into the bowl, but he seemed thrilled with himself.

Satoru watched the whole thing with a look you didn't catch often—quiet, unguarded, a little too soft around the edges.

"...He's messy," he finally said, as if stating a discovery.

"He's a toddler," you replied, not even turning your head. "You're messier."

He didn't argue. Just leaned back, staring at the kid like he was trying to solve a puzzle he hadn't known existed until today.

"You're kinda good at that," he murmured.

"At what?"

He gestured vaguely toward Levi, who was now humming to himself while making a swamp out of noodles. "That. The whole... kid thing."

You glanced over your shoulder. "It's called basic human decency. You should try it sometime."

He smiled, but there was a note of quiet in it now. Like something had settled. Something new. Or old, and just never acknowledged.

You moved to sit beside him, brushing your hand against his leg on the way down. "You still not going back?"

Satoru didn't answer immediately. His gaze lingered on Levi, the mess, the soft chaos of it all.

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He finished his meal surprisingly fast, little hands sticky and face smeared with noodle broth. You didn't bother with a napkin—you just scooped him up in your arms like you'd done it a thousand times before, hip tilted, his tiny fingers clinging to your shirt as you carried him toward the sink.

"Satoru!" you called over your shoulder, wrangling the squirming toddler with one arm as you reached for the tap. "Grab me the bag by the couch!"

He groaned dramatically, as expected, tossing his legs off the coffee table with all the flair of a man being deeply inconvenienced. "Bossy," he muttered, waving a finger. His Blue technique activated with a flick of his hand, pulling the diaper bag toward him with supernatural precision. It hovered for a second before he caught it, slinging it lazily over one shoulder as he moved to stand.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it—"

But he stopped.

Right in the doorway.

Just—froze.

Because there you were.

The late afternoon light from the window stretched across your face, soft and golden. The boy was perched on your hip, one arm looped lazily around your neck, still babbling nonsense under his breath. You held a damp washcloth in one hand, gently wiping the mess from his cheeks, patient and unhurried. And you were smiling—absently, the kind of quiet, genuine smile that people didn't fake.

The kind of smile Satoru didn't see very often anymore.

And it hit him—harder than it should've. You looked like a mom. A good one.

His breath caught in his throat, just for a second. His usual smirk faltered. He'd faced down curses the size of buildings, fought through blood and fire and the end of the goddamn world—but this?

You. With a kid on your hip. Barefoot in the kitchen. Smiling like peace wasn't something you had to earn.

That wrecked him.

"Hey," you said, glancing over. "You get it?"

He blinked, like he'd forgotten where he was. "Y-Yeah," he said, a beat too late, voice lower than usual. "I got it."

You turned back to Levi, who was now trying to chew on the edge of the washcloth. "Thanks," you muttered, gently prying it from the baby's grip and tossing it in the sink.

Satoru stepped in slowly, setting the bag down on the counter beside you, eyes still on the boy. Or maybe on you. He wasn't sure which anymore.

You didn't look up at him when you asked, casually, "You good?"

He swallowed once. Nodded. "Yeah. Just... didn't know I could get jump-scared by domestic bliss."

You gave him a tired look. "It's a baby and a sink, not a nuclear reactor."

"Same level of danger in my world."

You snorted, brushing your thumb gently across Levi's cheek one last time. The kid yawned and curled tighter into your side.

And Satoru, still standing beside you, hands in his pockets, just... stared.

Quiet.

Still.

Like something was shifting beneath the surface—and maybe it had been for a while.

—

Levi had wobbled to his feet, his tiny legs pat-pat-patting across the hardwood with all the coordination of a wind-up toy. Satoru barely registered the movement until the thumps got close—too close—and he instinctively lifted his blindfold to get a better look.

The kid was coming straight for him.

Satoru's brow furrowed, and he glanced at you in disbelief. Levi, completely unbothered by the towering man in front of him, walked right up and latched onto Satoru's leg like a baby koala. He looked up, eyes wide, babbling incoherent syllables like he was giving an important mission briefing.

"He probably wants you to hold him," you said, casually folding a small towel.

"Me?" Satoru pointed to himself like he'd just been accused of high treason. "Aren't I, y'know, terrifying? To children?"

You raised a brow. "Obviously not. He wouldn't be hanging off your leg like it's a safety bar if he was."

He looked down again. Levi was still chattering, now bouncing on the balls of his feet, clearly waiting for something. You watched Satoru freeze, hesitation painting his features in real time.

"Pick him up," you said gently.

Satoru didn't move at first. He just stared—like the concept was entirely foreign, like Levi might explode if touched incorrectly. Then, slowly, he crouched down. His hands hovered around the toddler's waist for a moment, unsure, before he finally wrapped his fingers around the small body and—somewhat awkwardly—lifted him into the air.

Levi squealed in delight, arms flailing, eyes wide with wonder. He kicked his feet and let out a delighted string of baby gibberish, clearly overjoyed to be flying.

Satoru's breath caught.

He wasn't expecting that. The weight, the warmth, the ridiculous joy radiating off this small, squishy human in his hands. The baby looked at him like he was a miracle, not a weapon. Like he was magic in the good way.

"...Why is this thing so damn cute?" Satoru murmured, almost to himself.

You smirked. "Hormones. Evolution. You know, basic biology."

He didn't laugh. Just kept staring.

Levi wiggled again, and Satoru shifted his grip instinctively, pulling the toddler closer, tucking him against his chest. Levi settled there immediately—head against his shoulder, thumb in his mouth, tiny hand curling into the fabric of Satoru's shirt like it belonged there.

And for a long second, Satoru just stood still. Quiet. Soft around the edges.

"He likes you," you said, voice quieter now.

"I noticed," he replied, eyes still locked on the bundle in his arms.

You watched him, watched his shoulders shift, the way his hands no longer shook. He'd gone still, thoughtful in a way you rarely saw. Like something old and hollow had stirred awake, stretching in the sunlight for the first time in years.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall. "You ever held a kid before?"

"...No," he said, and it wasn't cocky. It was honest. Bare.

He looked down at Levi again. The kid was drifting now, eyes fluttering, thumb bobbing lazily in his mouth.

Satoru smiled faintly.

And you realized—he was doomed.

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The strongest sorcerer had fallen.

Not to a curse. Not to Sukuna (though give it time). No, it was something far worse. Something small. Something with impossibly sticky fingers and a seemingly endless supply of superhero stickers.

A child.

Satoru Gojo—six eyes, immeasurable cursed energy, god complex fully intact—had been reduced to a living doodle board.

He sat motionless on the couch, legs crossed, a toddler in his lap and a constellation of colorful stickers plastered across his face. Hulk flexed on his cheekbone. Iron Man hovered just beneath his chin. A Captain America shield was stuck—poorly—over the crest of his blindfold, slightly off-center, like an art project done under duress.

Even his uniform hadn't been spared. Levi had gotten creative, peppering his chest and shoulders with the rest of the Avengers, a few Looney Tunes characters, and—because chaos knew no limits—a single Minion for good measure.

And Gojo? Gojo just let it happen.

He didn't move. Didn't resist. He just sat there with the solemn patience of a man in deep meditation while Levi babbled on in a string of nonsense so enthusiastic it could probably be mistaken for a TED Talk.

To your surprise, Satoru was actually talking back.

"Yeah, I know, Levi," he said seriously, as if they'd been discussing the fate of the universe. "Superman is a cool hero. But he's from DC, not Marvel. We gotta stay brand loyal."

Levi responded with a confident nod, then stuck a giant Superman sticker directly in the center of Satoru's forehead.

You couldn't help it. You laughed—hard.

The sound made Gojo glance up at you, expression almost smug despite the fact that he now looked like a middle schooler's notebook. "You think this is funny?"

"You look like a walking comic con," you said, hand over your mouth. "And not in a good way."

Satoru raised an eyebrow. The sticker on his forehead wrinkled with the movement. "I'll have you know I'm the most popular exhibit here."

Levi cooed in agreement, now slapping a Batman sticker onto Satoru's knee with the grace of a tiny, chaotic god.

You shook your head, still smiling as you leaned against the wall, arms folded. "You realize this is blackmail material, right?"

"Oh, definitely," he said, grinning. "You'll never be able to threaten me with emotional intimacy again. I've officially been broken by a toddler."

And yet—he didn't sound broken. He sounded... lighter. Happier, even.

You watched as he gently fixed a sticker that had fallen sideways on Levi's shirt. His fingers were careful. Like he'd done this before. Like maybe he wanted to do this again.

"You're good with him," you said, quietly now.

Satoru didn't look up. "He's easy to talk to. Doesn't ask about my mission stats or my trauma."

You blinked. "That's dark."

He finally looked at you, his smile crooked. "Yeah. But real."

You nodded. "Fair enough."

Levi had now moved on to Satoru's hair, trying to wedge a tiny Thor sticker somewhere near his temple. Satoru didn't even flinch.

And just like that, the strongest sorcerer sat there, covered in stickers, listening to a baby babble about god-knows-what—and for once, he looked like he belonged there. Like maybe strength wasn't just what he could destroy, but what he could hold.

Carefully. Gently. With sticker-covered hands.

—

Once Levi had been picked up—bundled into his mother's arms, still half-asleep, little fingers twitching like he didn't want to leave—Satoru just stood there in the entryway. Dumbfounded.

The stickers were still intact. Superman clung proudly to his forehead. Hulk flexed beside his temple. Iron Man looked like he was ready to launch off the bridge of his nose. His uniform was still a battlefield of Minions and Marvel characters, creased from toddler hands, and for once, Satoru hadn't tried to brush a single one off.

You turned to glance at him. He hadn't blinked.

"Bye bye, Levi," you murmured softly, more to yourself than anything. You bent slightly, brushing the last bit of hair from the boy's forehead before his mother cradled him to her chest. "See you again."

The door clicked shut behind them. The hallway fell quiet.

And still... he didn't move.

The echo of your voice lingered. Sweet. Gentle. Unknowingly full of something heavier.

And then there was Satoru—six foot plus and emotionally stunted—just frozen like someone had unplugged him mid-thought.

You stepped toward him slowly, arms crossing over your chest. "You good?"

He blinked once. Then again. "...He left."

"Yeah, that's usually how babysitting works."

He looked down at his sleeve like he was only now realizing it had a Bluey sticker on it. He didn't touch it. Just stared.

"...I want one."

You barely looked up from the floor where you were collecting Levi's abandoned army of plastic dinosaurs. "A what?"

"A baby," Satoru said, straight-faced, like it was the most reasonable mid-evening request in the world. "Like that one."

You turned around slowly, cradling a tiny green T-Rex in one hand like it might protect you from the sheer audacity of this man. "You know I'm not a baby-making machine, Satoru. I can't just shoot them out like a bottle rocket whenever you're feeling sentimental."

"Sure you can!" he beamed, motioning toward the couch with all the seriousness of a man inviting someone to a business meeting. "Get over here and I'll stick a load in you, no problem. We'll get the ball rolling. It'll be fun. Productive."

You blinked once. Twice. "We haven't had sex in weeks. And that's the line you open with?"

"I'm being honest!" he said, hands raised. "We've been slacking. Emotionally, physically, reproductively..."

You sighed, turning back around to toss another stray rattle into the toy bin. "Not when you're that straightforward. Jesus, ease into it like a normal person."

Satoru followed behind you, barefoot and trailing sticker glue like a toddler's shadow. "What's not normal about wanting to start a family with the love of my life?"

You whipped around with a plastic giraffe in hand. "You literally just said 'stick a load in you'. That's how you propose starting a family?"

"It's efficient," he offered with a shrug. "No frills. Action-oriented."

You gave him a flat look. "Do you even know how pregnancy works?"

"Sure," he said confidently, sitting on the armrest of the couch like some kind of smug fertility god. "You let me hit it once, I knock you up, boom—baby in nine months. Simple."

You snorted. "You think I'll get pregnant instantly from one round?"

He pointed at himself with a serious face. "I'm Gojo Satoru. I don't miss."

You laughed despite yourself, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. "You are so full of yourself."

"Full of you, if you'd let me be," he teased with a grin, then ducked when you threw a soft plush at his head. "Kidding! Sort of."

You bent down to grab another toy, shaking your head. "You realize that raising a baby is more than just, like... impulse breeding, right? They don't just smile and giggle at you all day."

"I know," he said, a little more quietly.

You glanced over. His expression had softened—eyes distant, hands still resting in his lap, a red Power Ranger sticker stuck to his forearm.

"I know they cry. I know they keep you up. I know it's not all sunshine and sticker books." He looked up at you again, more serious now. "But when I saw you with him earlier—cleaning him off, talking to him like he was yours—I dunno. Something just... clicked. I think I want that. With you."

You stared at him for a second, the weight of his words a sudden shift in the air. Not just joking now. Not just teasing.

Real.

You swallowed. "You want a baby."

"I want our baby."

He stood then, brushing his palms together, like he'd just made peace with some lifelong goal he hadn't realized he had until an hour ago. "You. Me. A house with actual furniture. Maybe one of those swings out front. A fridge full of juice boxes."

You raised a brow. "Juice boxes?"

He grinned. "I'll drink half of them."

You rolled your eyes, stepping toward him. "You're skipping the part where I carry another human for nine months and then push it out while you cry in a hospital chair."

"I'll hold your hand and cry supportively," he said, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. "We can start practicing tonight. Right neow."

You groaned into his chest. "Stop neowing at me like a pervert."

"It's part of my charm."

You paused, feeling his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

Then softly: "Satoru?"

"Yeah?"

"You still have a sticker on your ass."

He gasped. "Levi, you little menace."

You snorted. "This’ll happen all the time when we have our own son."

He froze. Then pulled back to look at you. "Wait. Are you saying—?"

You pressed a kiss to his jaw and walked away. "I'm saying take the stickers off. Then we'll talk."

Behind you, you could hear him quietly celebrating like he'd just won the lottery. And maybe, for once, he actually had.

"Daddy Gojo has a nice ring to it..."

[devisrina]

Sydcarmy and Benlicity

Special thanks to @emrambling for also making this connection between these two ships, you're fire chef.

Okay, so for those who don't know, Felicity was a show created in 1998 by JJ Abrams & Matt Reeves.

Felicity is a show about a girl named Felicity Porter as she tries to find herself after rejecting an offer at Stanford university to follow her crush, Ben Covington, to New York after he writes in her yearbook. Through the process of this, she realises Ben isn't all she's made up in her head, but still decides to stick it out in New York as a way to learn more about life and herself without relying on her parents.

Rings a bell yet???

As @emrambling mentioned, Sydney essentially also follows Carmy to New York through wanting to try the hamachi dish, and she felt connected to Carmy through the dish. And how that dish made her want to work alongside him at the beef.

Similar to this, Felicity used to follow Ben's track and swim team meets because she felt like it looked like such an amazing feeling, and she felt connected to how fast he ran because she wanted to run away from the expectations of her parents forcing her to become a doctor (Which she does end up pursuing but I will write another meta on this for).

When Felicity got to meet and talk to Ben, she kind of started to realise how imperfect he was. His homelife wasn't great; his dad was a raging alcoholic, and he felt like his mum was stuck in the middle of it because she would either forgive his dad or she'd feel distraught over how much Ben and his dad used to argue and fight. He thought that moving to New York and having his own life would benefit his mum in a similar way that Carmy going to New York would help Mikey, since he didn't want him working at the restaurant. We also know that Carmy doesn't remember much of his dad, so that's another similarity.

When Sydney met Carmy, she also started to realise how imperfect his life was despite working to the level of being the best chef in America. But like Felicity, even if Carmy isn't what she made him out to be, Sydney decided to stick with him because she WANTS to get to know him. I also think Carmy and Ben's facial expressions to Sydney and Felicity when they have conversations are always very similar. Ben has this level of compassion and softness that he shows to Felicity that I feel he finds difficult to express with others, and Carmy does the same thing with Sydney a lot. While Carmy does struggle with asking Nat and the others how they're feeling, he has no problem asking Sydney how she's feeling.

Ben also doesn't think he deserves good in his life because he has deep-seated trauma from his dad that made him feel like he didn't deserve Felicity. Felicity always believes that he is good enough and is trying to continue to be better as a person. It's the way that Sydney empathises with Carmy's upbringing and understands that while he can be difficult, he is a well-meaning person.

There is a specific episode (Spooked season 1 episode 5) where Ben and Felicity deal with an armed robbery, and Ben is very visibly emotionally rattled by the situation. He kind of leans on Felicity for solace. Ben and Felicity have late-night talks to help Ben sleep after the trauma of that incident, kind of like Carmy and Sydney creating the thoughtful chaos menu and the later s2 episode 9 table scene.

But then, following that, at a Halloween party, Ben ditches the idea of going as Frankenstein. They talked about going as a 'couple costume' with Felicity going as Frankenstein's bride before. But instead, Ben "rejects" Felicity by going as Peter Lawford. Which reminds me of the time Carmy asked Sydney to go on the food tour and then ditched her for Claire. Ben also ends up kissing a random girl at the party, which is like how Carmy kisses Claire. But towards the end of that episode, realising how upset he made Felicity, Ben comes to terms with how shitty he has been to Felicity and gifts her a necklace in place of what she told him during their late-night chats about how her grandmother's necklace got stolen during the armed robbery. Which is like how Carmy gifted Sydney the Chef's coat upon seeing his custom one.

Ben ends up dating Felicity's friend Julie. Julie has also liked Ben since the episode Felicity introduced them. Julie ends up not trying to date Ben for a while because she knows Felicity likes him romantically. But then, when Felicity has something with Noel (There is a major love triangle between Felicity, Ben, and Noel), Julie decides to give it a go with Ben since Ben reciprocates interest in Julie. What I find interesting with the Ben/Julie relationship is the fact that Ben is emotionally immature at this point in season 1, so he ends up pushing Julie away, and he never talks to her about serious stuff. But you know who he continuously talks serious stuff to??? Felicity. And that reminds me of Carmy and Claire's dynamic. No matter how much time Carmy and Claire spend together, Carmy will always try to talk to Sydney and open up about real stuff (like when he asked her what her relationship with her mum was like or when he kept asking her about her dad, and everything in the table scene lol).

Ben and Felicity also become coworkers at Dean & Deluca, like Carmy and Sydney are. And I feel like their dynamic is a lot like how Carmy and Sydney's is. Because even if the interactions they have in their place of work aren't romantic, they clearly place them with the intention that you're supposed to pick up on what kind of dynamic they have. Like they'll naturally be close and talk to each other and have their own things going on, which makes it nice that Ben has his own life outside of being a love interest, and Felicity isn't always pining after Ben, and their conversations are very natural, and you can feel them growing closer.

Whenever Felicity reminds Ben of an accomplishment he made in high school, he always smiles to himself in a very genuine way, like he's very touched by what she says about him. It's like how Carmy struggles to really step into enjoying his craft, but he was genuinely touched when Sydney told him he was the most excellent Chef in the United States of America. It's really cute.

Also, whenever Ben gets jealous, it's more subtle and involves visual cues. Because when Felicity officially starts dating the other guy in the love triangle, Noel, and she makes out with him in the bathroom, Ben sees.

He doesn't mention it to Felicity to embarrass her near the others afterwards, since it was Felicity's business to deal with, and they had a Thanksgiving dinner to attend. It's like when Sydney got Shapiro's offer and Carmy knew about it during s4 episode 6 'Sophie' but withheld telling her since she was going through her dad having a heart attack. Ben only decided to mention it to Felicity in the following episode because it was to show us, as the audience, that he is naturally curious about the fate of Felicity's decision about what she and Noel are. It was to also show how much Ben cares about Felicity more and more like Carmy does for Sydney.

Also, Ben's dynamic with his Landlord, Sean, is like Carmy's dynamic with Richie. Sean is older than Ben, like Richie is older than Carmy. Richie has a lot of theatre references in his dialogue, which is like @thoughtfulchaos773's theory that Richie is the director of the show. Sean is the director of a documentary he created about Ben and his college friends' lives, and he made a documentary about Felicity and Noel (when Noel is confused when his ex gf reenters the picture, Felicity loses her virginity to an artist named Eli. This causes a strain in their relationship). Sean decides to ask Ben if he's bothered by what is happening, and Ben asks why, and Sean's like "Because it's always been Ben or Noel, Ben or Noel, now it's Noel or Eli." And Ben responds, "So what?" and Sean's like "You're not jealous?" and Ben responds in a very unconvincing way of "No, I'm not jealous," then he pauses before saying again, "I'm not." And this is while Ben is still with Julie. So Sean is bringing into question Ben's feelings for Felicity in the same fashion that Richie did in the restaurant scene when Carmy brought in Claire. Richie was like, "You nervous?" alluding to the fact that Sydney was also in the room. I feel like neither Sean nor Richie does anything in a way that pushes Ben or Carmy into making a decision to come to terms with their feelings, but rather, it's a genuine point of thought that they're questioning with Ben and Carmy. Because we know Felicity liked(s) Ben, but up until this point, we didn't know what Ben thought about Felicity in a romantic sense.

Okay, I don't want this post to be too long, I'll make another, so this will be the last thing to mention. Remember when Carmy kept asking Sydney to go to the Ever dinner with him? In the Season 1 finale of Felicity, Ben wanted Felicity to go cross-country with him and to go home to Palo Alto (They both are from Palo Alto, like how Sydcarmy are both from Chicago), while Noel wanted to go to Berlin with her. Firstly, Felicity repetitively denies wanting to go cross-country with Ben because he had just broken up with Julie, and she KNOWS it will not be platonic if they go together. I feel like Sydney not wanting to go to the Ever dinner with Carmy is like this because she KNOWS this might cross some lines between professionally working together and getting closer. IT IS BEN AND CARMY who don't actually mind if they cross those lines. Ben WANTS to be with Felicity. Carmy WANTS to be closer to Sydney, whether it starts with being friends and becoming closer, to being even more than that. Ben asks countless times, and even asks to the very LAST MINUTE before he leaves to drive cross country if Felicity will go with him, and Carmy doesn't let Sydney refuse till he gets a confirmed answer that Sydney wants to go to the Ever dinner with him.

With Noel wanting Felicity to go to Berlin with him, Felicity thinks about how glamorous it would be. It's like the two sleepovers Sydney mentions. Like how she described with Shapiro, that she could have all the possible resources of a restaurant handed to her. For Felicity, it would be travelling to Berlin and having that amazing experience to see the atmosphere.

But it wouldn't make Sydney or Felicity happy.

Why, you may ask?

It would be with the wrong person.

Felicity and Sydney both knew it. Felicity would rather go Cross Country WITH Ben, and Sydney would rather stay in the "Musty House" Because she wants to work at the Bear and she WANTS Carmy.

And Felicity chooses Ben, and Sydney chooses Carmy.

Special thanks to everyone who read this long ass post. I hope y'all get something out of this.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

you said

I'll admit, these days I'm a bit disconnected from the fandom and don't keep up with jikook and/or BTS as much as I used to,

pardon my impertinence but what happened? me myself i don't feel safe in the fandom anymore but i still stay for jikook. what made you disconnected from bts and the fandom when you used to be one of the most prolific army writers here? i know your work got busy but is that the only thing? forgive my impertinence again but you don't even look excited about jikook some times. i've sent you many asks about ays and jikook that you haven't answered. you don't have to answer but i miss your perspectives and if there's a reason you don't feel connected to army or bts or jikook anymore i hope you can share it with us.

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Ask 2:

I miss you around here BPP. My asks about BTS and jikook have gone unanswered for what feels like months and while I know your work has gotten very busy I still selfishly want you back here with us being active.

I hope you're well and haven't forgotten about us your tumblr fam 😭

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I'm still here guys. But I'll take this ask to rant and ramble and hopefully answer all related questions about the future of BPP.

(Anon in ask 2, I'm sorry to you and everyone who still frequents this blog because, well...)

Idk what to say except that I can't fake it. I can't fake enthusiasm when I feel none. Is this so shocking? I mean, y'all have to be a bit fatigued as well, no?

I've been in the fandom for something like 10 years, and lately nothing here has changed except for the worse - the predictable kind - the sort I've been talking about since I opened this blog five years ago.

Just this past week, I logged onto Twitter and saw --

Discourse about how Yoongi limping meant he has liver disease.

People talking about how a mentally ill (untreated but employed) diet solo wrote a fan fiction book about Jungkook and is selling it for US$25 + tax.

Discourse about Jungkook's painted nails - some people reaching past Timbuktu to explain why his nail colours couldn't possibly have anything to do with jikook, while another part of the fandom talking about nothing else except that his nail colours are proof jikook are a couple.

Taekookers claiming a 'k-source' has proof taekook fucked 69 in a hot tub in Gangnam as soon as they completed military service and left the BigHit building last month.

Chartmys already drawing up goals for the PTD live album and pegging it against solo album achievements.

Taesoothe and her crew of shooters oscillating between dragging other groups/fandoms and defending Bang Sihyuk as more allegations come out.

Excessive levels of fangirling bordering on outright obsessive worship of any of the members...

Among the myriad of solo filth, conspiracies, discourse, and overall braindead chatter that's normal for k-pop fandoms. And not just in the usual insane pockets of ARMY twitter, but in (previously) somewhat 'normal' ARMY spaces as well...

The discourse is tired and so predictable you can set your watch to it. By this point, we know all the players, the teams, and the tactics. None of this 'discourse' is new and I've written my fair share of posts getting into the weeds with everyone else. I'm not saying this to claim I'm better than anyone else, just that before I didn't mind digging into this discourse because a lot of people were new to k-pop/BTS/jikook and genuinely didn't really understand how things work here.

Also, BTS was releasing good music, actually good music, and that made spending time in this madhouse tolerable to tell you the truth. The last time I liked anything released by BTS was Mona Lisa, which wasn't too long ago tbf, but the last time I loved anything released was RPWP. Over a year ago. That's the fuel that's kept me coming here, kept me logging into Tumblr, Twitter, and k-forums... and I'm overdue for a refueling.

When I say the main reason I stanned BTS and remain involved with all this is the music, I really do mean it. The members are good people, I care for jikook, Joon, Hobi, Jin, Tae, and Yoongi, but the main reason I give them my money, attention, and invest in the fandom and in their company is the music they make. If that starts going to shit, nobody could pay me enough to continue giving a fuck. I'll likely liquidate my investment in HYBE and cash out.

Respectfully.

All this to say, I'm still here... not jumping ship yet.

I see your asks and I try to answer a few (lately I've been trying to be more consistent out of respect for the followers that still somehow come to this cobwebbed patch of the internet), but I also don't feel interested (or fueled) enough to actively engage the way I used to. Not even the most explicit jikookery in AYS2 will change how I feel if there's no decent music on the back of it. I guess this settles the question on if I'm really a jikooker after all lmao.

Anyway, I'm here still kinda answering asks and patiently holding out until the guys release new music, maybe later this year and definitely next year. Cautiously watching and hoping that Scooter's fingerprint is on as few songs as possible because at this point, I've seen what he can deliver and want none of it.

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In the meantime, to answer the asks about AYS2 the fact is I'm not all that excited and this should be unsurprising for older followers of my blog given what I've said before about BTS auxiliary content like SOOP or, more recently, AYS. I like jikook so I'll probably still watch it and might even love it, but until it comes out I have nothing to say about it. I have no hopes or expectations or wishlists for AYS because it's not the sort of content that appeals to me anyway. I'd feel a bit differently if it was a GCF, but editorially and functionally, it's not. So there's that.

[evilducks]

this amv always ends up annoying me because the point of catradora To Me is NOT that they were 'destined for each other' or 'meant to be together' like that's just not it!! their relationship is something that THEY get to choose, something that THEY get to define. after a lifetime of having other people try to take their decisions away from them, being able to choose what you are to each other is amazing! it's such an important part of their story! if we say that they were meant to be together, then it.... kinda takes away that element. which is fine i am glad that people are enjoying themselves and it's cool that different people have different feelings about canon. but. but. :(

.......IT'S ABOUT FREEDOOOOOMMMMM LISTEN TO ME LISTEN TO ME IT'S ABOUT FREEDOM

[uramakimochi]

Batboys scenario:

YOU LOOSE CONTROL OF YOUR POWERS WHILE SLEEPING.

WARNINGS: Just fluff, no use of Y/N. Inspired by this thought of mine. R can fly but it's not explicitly said whether they're a Super/Kent or an alien. This should be gender neutral enough for everyone^^

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

BRUCE

Bruce entered the room with a yawn that he tried to cover with his hand, while slowly rotating his neck and chest to make his bones crack loudly.

The only thing he wanted to do was get into bed with you, hold you close and sleep forever. But he knew that all the love and devotion he felt for you would never be enough to free him from his duties as a vigilante, so the only thing he could do was enjoy to the fullest those moments that life allowed him to spend with you. One of which was a good rest together.

Bruce loved sleeping with you. There was no better feeling for him than coming home late after a patrol and hiding under the covers, wrapping his mighty arms around you and pulling you against his sturdy body, falling asleep lulled by your body heat.

But before he could already imagine how he would spend a beautiful night next to you, he had to stop on the threshold of the door when his eyes fell on the double bed. Or rather, who was above of it.

Because yes, you were there, exactly where he expected to find you, but you were not on the bed. You were literally floating above it, like a bee on a flower.

Bruce smiled amusedly, because honestly that was nothing new. That was something that often happened when you were asleep: entering the world of dreams was as if your powers merged with them and not being able to control them of your own will, sometimes you happened to rise into the air in the middle of the night. Sometimes you slipped away from Bruce's arms, but other times you even took him up with you.

But Bruce didn't care, he was used to it. And he would never blame you because that was just who you were. And he would always love you, for every virtue and every flaw.

So he approached you silently until he was at your side. Meanwhile, you continued to float above his head as if nothing had happened, clutching the pillow under one arm and your eyelids fluttering every now and then, surely because of the dream you were living in your mind.

"Sweetheart" he murmured softly, reaching up to gently pull the blanket that covered your body and that was floating with you. "Wake up my love"

After a few seconds you squinted and then finally opened your eyes in the darkness.

"Mhh" you moaned and your eyes landed on your husband's face. "Bruce... Hi, what is it?"

Bruce smiled comfortingly, moving his hand to your arm.

"Forgive me, i didn't mean to disturb you" he replied, running his warm palm back and forth along your arm. "You're floating again"

It was at that moment that despite your tiredness you realized how low his face was compared to yours and you pressed your lips together. "Oh..."

Your body slowly returned down to rest on the soft mattress and you adjusted your position to cover yourself, finally looking at your husband from below, as it was supposed to be.

"Thank you" you gave him an embarrassed smile. "Sorry"

He leaned down to kiss your forehead and then walked around the bed to his side, sitting on the edge to take off his shoes and lie down under the covers.

"You have nothing to apologize for, i always tell you that" he reassured you as he lay down and you wasted no time in snuggling into his side. "You know i don't really care if you sleep mid air. I'd just prefer to fall sleep with you in my arms sometimes"

"I know, but i hate when it happens" you replied with a small pout.

You felt his strong arm wrap around your shoulders to hold you close and you closed your eyes, resting your head on his bicep, ready to go back to sleep. "Because i like falling asleep in your arms too"

Bruce smiled again, tilting his head to kiss your forehead one more time and watched you fall asleep again within minutes, lulled by his warmth and his sweet caresses that you had missed that night.

"I know my love"

DICK

Dick was the most affectionate of the boys and this meant that at every opportunity he would stick to you like a mussel and he wasn't afraid to show it. Whether it was for a simple nap together, when you were cooking or cleaning the house, while he was watching tv with you, in the shower, when you went out... You name it. He was always glued to you. And during the night he was no exception.

Even when the temperatures were the highest he would close his arms around your body and hold you to his chest as if you were a stuffed animal that comforted him from his nightmares. And you, somehow, always managed to fall asleep, no matter how glued he was to you.

But Dick was like that and there were just a few times that you told him to let go because that was just the way he showed his affection and you appreciated him for it.

And the fact that your boyfriend was clingy meant that whatever happened to you... Well, he was there to suffer it too.

Specifically, i'm talking about when your superpowers got out of control and while that almost never happened when you were awake, the same couldn't be said for when you were asleep. Because when you were dreaming it was like your body and mind were letting go and often it happened that without realizing it you found yourself floating in the middle of the night.

Now, Dick was used to your powers and all, but the first time he witnessed your 'sleepwalking flight' he felt a little taken aback. But he remembers it like it was yesterday.

Imagine the scene.

You and Dick were fast asleep (he was even snoring and almost drooling on your head) and of course his strong arms were around your body from behind you, holding you to his chest in a firm warm and affectionate hug even in your sleep.

At a certain point however, he had to open his eyes, awakened by that horrible feeling of a dry throat that screamed at him to get a fresh glass of water to quench his thirst. So Dick rubbed a hand over his eyes to wake up and reluctantly let go of your body to turn on the other side and get out of bed. But when he stretched his legs towards the floor...

Dick's eyes widened and he felt like his breath was taken away for a fraction of a second when he realized he wasn't lying on his soft bed but floating right above it, blanket included.

"Oh fuc- Woahh!"

And before he could react, he fell down with a cry. Luckily his fall was softened by the bed itself, but that didn't stop him from rolling onto the floor with a heavy thud. That and his scream were enough to wake you up too and after you woke up with a start, abruptly interrupting your dream, you fell too but your trajectory allowed you to land on the matress unlike your boyfriend.

Dick still sitting on the floor, groaned in pain and then he sharply turned to you.

"Baby!" he exclaimed in surprise. "What was that??"

The lamp on your nightstand turned on and then he heard you get off the bed and walk quickly to his side and then he saw you crouch down in front of him.

"Oh my god Dickie i'm so sorry!" you looked at him worriedly, placing one hand on his cheek and the other on his head, making him tilt it to see if there were any bruises. "Are you hurt??"

Dick waved a hand with a small, pained smile. "Nah, i'm fine. I've been through worse. Just... What just happened?"

You let out a small sigh and let yourself fall backwards, sitting on the floor. "My powers. It happens to me sometimes when i'm sleeping, especially when i'm having particularly weird dreams or nightmares. My parents told me i've been doing it since i was little"

He nodded in understanding. "Oh. I see"

You looked down, feeling sorry and embarrassed by what had happened.

"Forgive me, i forgot to tell you. I didn't mean for you to get hurt, honey. Are you sure you're really okay?"

Dick nodded again, forgetting the pain to give you his classic dazzling smile. "It's okay, sweetheart, really. These are things i have to get used to if i want to be with someone with superpowers"

And you giggled fondly, leaning forward to give him a couple of affectionate kisses on the temple.

"I guess that's the price you have to pay for clinging to me all the time, huh?" you murmured against his skin and he placed his hands on your waist to keep you close to him.

"I guess it is"

JASON

Jason was big and bulky but he was a light sleeper and since he was also very protective of you, he was always alert in case something happened during the night.

In fact, the slow movement of his arm that was rising against his will was enough to disturb him from his sleep. Jason opened his eyes but did not worry about being possessed by some strange demon. He sighed when he saw what was happening next to him. Or rather, above him.

"Babyyy" he moaned with a heavy yawn, but he received no response from you who were still sound asleep.

Immediately the hand of his arm that was rising and sliding from its position around your back, reached out to grab your wrist before you could rise too high for him to reach while still lying down. When you felt his warm palm touch you, you woke up too and when you opened your eyes you saw Jason dragging you down towards him, making you return to his side in the same place where you had fallen asleep a few hours ago.

"Where did you think you were going mh?" your boyfriend asked, his voice still thick with sleep, wrapping his muscular arm around your back (again) and pulling you close.

"Sorry" you muttered slightly embarrassed in the darkness of the room, snuggling against his shoulder.

It wasn't that you were new to floating during the night, but it wasn't something you were always proud of in his presence.

"'S okay" he replied, tilting his head to nuzzle yours and plant a kiss on it, while he closed his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. "But if you want to go for a fly, at least let's do it together"

And you smiled, closing your eyes as well while your hand automatically went to rest on his chest.

"Sure"

TIM

Tim wasn't known for being a big sleeper. And you hated more than anything to be the one ruining the few hours of sleep he could afford, disturbing him with your powers when you started floating in the middle of the night without your control.

But Tim was a sweet soul and he always reassured you by telling you that it was not a bother for him if he slept in the air rather than on the bed. He would sleep anywhere, even on the floor and even for just five minutes, just to be with you.

"Are you really sure it's not a problem for you?" you asked again, looking at your boyfriend with uncertain eyes.

Tim lifted his head from your chest, returning your gaze with a sleepy one, already half asleep mostly thanks to the effect of your hand caressing his hair, while the other was resting on his back.

His arms dangled in the air falling on both sides of your body, while his legs remained comfortably resting on yours. Luckily Tim, even though he was well trained, didn't have a body as large as Jason or Bruce, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

"Babe" he replied and his exasperated look gave way to a slight smile. "For the umpteenth time, yes. It's not a problem"

"But what if you move and fall to the floor? Or what if I move and make you fall to the floor?"

"We're not that high up" Tim sighed, glancing at the bed below you and then looking back at you. "You're talking to Red Robin, if i fall i can handle it"

"But-"

Tim shushed you by leaning in to give you a small kiss on the lips and of course you returned it, letting yourself go and forgetting your worries for a few seconds, while your hand in his hair slid down to his cheek.

"No more 'buts'. I promise you nothing will happen" he continued when he pulled away. "And you know i don't sleep much anyway, so if i were to fall i'd notice"

"Hmm" you muttered still uncertain. "Okay... If you're sure"

Tim gave you a smile and settled more comfortably, resting his head back on your chest and closing his eyes. One of your hands caressed his back with your fingertips and you rested your chin on his hair.

"But please, wake me up if something happens" you added and you felt him nod slowly against you.

"Mh, will do. 'Night babe"

"Goodnight Timmy"

DAMIAN

You and Damian were sleeping peacefully in your bed, him in front of you with an arm on your shoulders pulling you against his body and your arms tightly wrapped around his slim waist, while one of your legs was trapped between his.

Damian had fallen asleep lulled by your breaths against his collarbone, but like Jason he was always alert during sleep, no matter what time it was. In fact, when he suddenly felt your bodies start to rise in the air he slowly opened his eyes but he didn't panic or get scared, knowing perfectly well what was happening. And above all who was making it happen.

Damian laid his eyes on you with a loving gaze, admiring you despite the darkness. He found it funny that despite your intertwined bodies were literally floating a couple of meters away from the bed, you continued to sleep deeply as if nothing had happened. He even saw your lips curve upwards and he also smiled tenderly in turn, wondering who knows what you were dreaming of to smile like that.

Damian then noticed that you and him were getting closer and closer to the ceiling as you floated upwards. But before your head or his could hit it, he raised an arm to rest his hand against the ceiling, stopping the movement in mid-air. The other hand that was on your shoulders instead, slid up until it reached your head, covering it with his palm in a protective way.

Oh if you had been awake to see it your heart would have fluttered with joy and Damian knew that too. He cared for you in every way, both with the little things and the more heroic ones, as he had learned in his life as Robin.

Due to the impact of his palm against the ceiling it was as if your body bounced like a balloon and went back down, continuing to drag Damian with you until you finally stopped in mid-air. He reached out to your face to stroke your forehead with his thumb.

"Beloved" he murmured.

Just hearing him call your name once, accompanied by the lovely feeling of his finger rubbing against your skin, woke you up. You squeezed your eyes and then opened them, looking at your boyfriend with the typical expression of a child just disturbed from his nap.

"Mmh, what is it Dami?"

Damian gave you a smile while continuing to caress you, while you felt your eyelids still drooping from tiredness.

"You're doing it again" he simply said.

There was silence for a few seconds. And then without saying anything both of your bodies began to descend, until you gently rested on the bed again. Damian felt you wiggle in his arms while you tried to get comfortable against him and even closer if possible, looking for his body heat.

"Sorry" you muttered, pressing your face into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "I promise i won't do it again... 'Swear..."

And a few seconds later your breathing against his skin became heavier. You had fallen asleep again, without any difficulty.

Damian's emerald eyes looked at you amused while his hand found its favorite place on the back of your head, his fingers caressing you affectionately. Because that wasn't the first time you told him you wouldn't do it again and he knew it wouldn't be the last either.

"I count on it beloved"

DUKE (i added him too because i felt bad leaving him out😔)

The alarm clock on his nightstand went off and he reached out to turn it off. When Duke opened his eyes and turned to you with a sleepy smile, he thought he would find your angelic still sleeping face to greet him. But his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he noticed that you were not on your side of the bed.

"Uh... Weird" he thought.

Because he was usually the first one of you to wake up and it always took him a good few minutes to get you out of bed. Could that be the first time you had gotten up before him and had already made breakfast? Was it perhaps a special day?

Duke smiled amusedly, but then he noticed another detail. Your pillow was in its right place, but the large blanket you shared was gone.

"That's why i was cold last night..." the man muttered, after realizing that he had spent the rest of the night without a blanket. But why?

A familiar yawn from above his head caught his attention and Duke looked up. And when he saw your body floating above the bed, his heart skipped a beat.

You stirred, awakened by your boyfriend's alarm clock and the famous missing large blanket slipped from your body, falling onto the bed beneath you. You then turned to look down at him with a sweet, innocent smile.

"Good morning"

Duke let out a small, scared cry and jumped up from the bed. "L-Love! What are you doing up there!?"

You looked at him in confusion and lowered your head, finally noticing the distance from your side of the bed. "Oh... Oh crap!"

With his heart still pounding, Duke watched you calmly slide down until you were back on the ground. You then gave him an embarrassed smile.

"Um, surprise?"

Duke walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay??" he asked still scared, looking you up and down. "I thought you were... Possessed or something!"

You chuckled, waving a hand. "What are you talking about, Duke? It was just my powers"

He seemed to relax. He knew about your powers, but he never expected to see something like that.

"Oh..." then he sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. It was unexpected, you almost gave me a heart attack"

You gave him a sorry smile, taking his hand to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. I completely forgot to tell you that sometimes while i sleep i lose control of my powers and start flying. It's been happening to me since i was little. Imagine what would happen if i slept in the open air"

He also finally laughed and he hugged you and you felt his body relax under your palms.

"How about i make breakfast to make up for it, mh?" you then asked and he nodded with a big smile.

"I'd really like that"

[kyri45]

And when the day kisses the night you know that, even after the dark, the light will shine on a new sunrise.

AT LONG LAST.

AT LONG.

LAST.

THE BITCHES. FINALLY. KISSED!!!!!!!

SHADOWPEACH IS OFFICIALLY CANON!!1!1!1 (in the au)

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV/ FIRST / NEXT )

Next part is coming on February 8th, 1PM ET

You can bet your ass they kept making out on the way to heaven.

More rambling and Horizontal and vertical versions of the kiss under the cut!

Well, what can I say. It's been a long journey, but the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU can finally be officially a "Shadowpeach-canon" AU ahah. Hopefully the slow-burn wasn't too painful. I put my heart on my sleeve when I say that I swore to myself that as soon as the two bitches completely, fully forgive each other, then, and only then, they could have their moment.

Then, something something-having your true form while doing an act/saying something means showing the honesty of what you are saying/doing-something something

I laughed my ass off so many times while drawing panel 7 bc like- Mac is just "omg this idiot is so stupid, he's my idiot, I love him so much"

lastly, finally, FINALLY, I don't have to hold back anymore! Prepare yourself, Im gonna go full blast with these bitches. If you thought whatever they were doing before was gay, BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. this story might as well turn intp a FWP (plot? what plot? fluff without plot)

hehe mac in panel 17 is like "oh NO U DON'T! PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE IT BELONGS

Maybe this is not as epic or as a boom as the spicynoodle kiss. But that's kind of the point. They are the doomned toxic yaoi who healed in the past 6 months. They have always been together kind of. A kiss is just one of the hundreds other actions and words they shared during all the other parts of the story. They loved each other well before this chapter. So a kiss is just a natural course of them re-discovering each other and their intimacy. They sleep together (literally sleeping together, not sex yet) they comfort each other at their lowest, they saw each other inner selfs, they call each other nicknames, they call each other beautiful. I mean this was less of a "Slow Burn" and more a "put it in the microwave cause it got cold so that it slowly get warm again, but the food was already cooked"

[xavierfan]

more bre3ding/cr3amp1e p-links pls 🫣

warnings: sexual content below! p-links and sexually explicit descriptions are in this post

i genuinely don't know what to say anymore but this is sylus. on everyone's soul, THIS IS SYLUS

this one too

this too

sylus likes to fuck his seed back into you himself, he does so quite softly. it's an extremely intimate act when he does it, he's gentle and slow, and it's really not about possession to him. he just likes it— the warmth, the slickness, the sound, and the lewdness of it all.

> heavy breeding kink with no hints of possessiveness, he straight up just wants you to have his kid idfk. he would definitely say stuff like, "you're going to make a wonderful mother to our kids." / "kitten, one day you're going to get pregnant and i'm going to be so lucky." / "fuck, kitten, you want me to fuck my cum back into you, right? you want me to get you pregnant, right?"

idk why but this one gives me a caleb vibes

this one is also him

this one too

this too 😭😭😭

i keep adding caleb links im tweaking

caleb really enjoys watching his cum leak out of you. he would tease you, "pipsqueak, you're wasting it", as he just watches you squirm. to him, this is something akin to 'marking' you, walking up behind you later while out talking about, "think you're still leaky, pip."

> he's also probably got a crazy breeding kink mixed with a little —or a lot— bit of crazy obsession idfk, shit like "when your belly gets big, everyone's going to know who you belong to" / "one day i'm gonna get you pregnant" / "you'd look so good carrying my child, pips" / "if you let it all out, you'll hurt my feelings pips."

i think rafayel kind of goes feral once you let him cum in you... like he just keeps going idk

teasing him

rafayel is less breeding kink more crazy about you. loves anything to do with you, sex is not an exception, and he puts you on a pedestal a little differently to the rest of the boys. a bit like a mutt, you let him cum in you and suddenly he can't stop rutting into you, trying to chase another high.

> less breeding kink, more pathetic subby male who is so fucking excited to be fucking you. "fuck. fuck. fuck. 'm gonna cum again, please? please let me keep going?" / "princess, you feel soo good, please." / "princess, i'm sorry, let's keep going..." / "i'll be so good for you, princess, let me keep going."

sorry i know you specifically asked for breeding and i know this isn't but it still has cum ...

this is also zayne idk

zayne....

zayne rarely ever finishes inside of you, citing that it's not good for you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to. idk how to explain it, he doesn't let himself finish inside of you because he's worried he'll lose self control.

> heavily likes the idea of breeding, like it probably takes everything in his body to not ram into you as he feels his balls squeeze, probably in your ear talking about "you'd look so beautiful pregnant." / "want to start a family with you." / "one day i'm going to get you pregnant, no need to worry." / "if you keep asking me to cum in you, i just might one day..."

i think xavier would like you fucking yourself with his cum... like shoving anything that comes out back inside

this one too

anotha one

xavier just wants to watch your fingers plug your hole up to prevent any more spillage. it brings a smile to his face to see how desperate you are to keep all of his seed inside of you, it probably gets him hard all over again prompting him to say something like, "don't worry, there's more where that came from."

> no specific breeding kink per say but likes the possessive element of pregnancy like caleb, "they'll know what we get up to at night." / "maybe when you're pregnant he'll stop coming up to you" / "want everyone to know how good you make me feel every night"

notes : i couldnt find that many links 😭😭😭 i've been searching all day so i'm sorry anon... pls forgive me... i hope the little blurbs makeup for the lack of links :(

[meadowfics]

nsfw alphabet

namgyu x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI! smut. vulgar dialogue. switch!namgyu, powerbottom!namgyu.

there is only one season three spoiler

aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

honestly, namgyu didn't even know 'aftercare' was a thing until he started dating you.

"fuck do you mean, 'aftercare'.. isn't sex caring itself?"

however, this mf is a simp and became the king of aftercare after a year into the relationship.

it was a new learning experience.

he mainly gives back and feet massages.

a blunt and a bottle of water from him helps too.

body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

namgyu's favorite body part, on himself, is his hands.

those fingers are so long.

he knows how to use those fingers as well.

namgyu's favorite body part of yours is your boobs.

he is a boob guy 100%

whenever you're laying down together, one of his hands are inside of your shirt.

he appreciates you walking around your home with only a lace bra on as well.

"my eyes are up here, namgyu."

"well your boobs are down there, y/n."

whenever you're riding his dick, he goes crazy when your boobs are bouncing in his face.

its a game to him whenever he chases your nipples with his tongue.

cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he is a cum eaterrrr

sorry.

namgyu is obsessed with the sweet taste of your pussy.

in the morning, he will drive out three orgasms from you on his tongue.

"well that was my breakfast"

namgyu will tease.

dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

during the fourth game, the maze game, namgyu wanted to bend you over and fuck you right in one of those rooms.

the mix of homicide and drugs put him in the most horny mood possible.

"just the tip, I promise, please y/n?"

he moans into your ear, fondling your boobs through your red vest as he attempts to pull your pants down.

"what if somebody walks in--"

"then they'll know that you're getting your insides rearranged by me, and will stay away from you."

experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

namgyu is experienced with kissing and giving head.

when it came to actual 'p in v' sex, he never did it much before you since it was only hookups.

he had 3 bodies (max.) before he met you.

he knows your body more than you know yourself.

namgyu makes it a priority to know what you enjoy.

favorite position (this goes without saying)

if he is the dominant one, he puts you on all fours.

this gives him the control that he craves so much.

however, when he is in a submissive mood, he loves when you ride him.

goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

when he is on drugs, he is the goofiest mf alive.

he will not stop laughing while groaning, talking about how good you're doing for him while assuming everything is a game.

for example, he will count how many times you bounce on his cock from the time he enters you until you cum.

the last time, you only bounced on his cock 18 times before cumming.

hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

there are moments where namgyu doesn't give a fuck about grooming.

he goes at least a month without trimming at times.

the carpet color matches to drapes.

intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

namgyu is so romantic when it comes to 'make-up' sex.

he always begs for your forgiveness, giving you the sweetest compliments as he slowly fucks into the sweet spots over and over again.

he is the king of compliments.

however, don't expect rose petals on the bed and stuff like that.

jack off (masturbation headcanon)

namgyu hasn't jacked off much since he met you.

why jack off when he has your good and wet pussy for him to have?

kink (one or more of their kinks)

temperature play. come on, he would LOVE using an ice cube to overstimulate you.

imagine he's eating your pussy while using the ice cube in his mouth to heighten the nerves in your body.

exhibitionism.

namgyu loves the idea of fucking you while being seen.

he wants everyone to know that he is the only person who knows your body.

orgasm control and edging.

he loves when you edge him, not giving him what he wants until he earns it.

namgyu loves delaying your orgasms too, punishing you if you cum without his permission.

location (favorite places to do the do)

namgyu loves the hallway outside of your apartment.

it is so close to privacy, yet so far.

one time, he bent you over the door outside of your apartment since the both of you were so impatient.

motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you being fully naked.

mf can't even shower with you without wanting to have sex with you.

he has control, don't worry.

however, that rock-hard penis through his pants tells another tale.

no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no food and sex together

like none of that whip cream & fruit roll up on his dick type of stuff.

he just doesn't see the hype about it.

namgyu's closest definition of 'food' he will bring into the bedroom is an ice cube.

oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

60% giving, 40% receiving

he prefers when you ride his face.

namgyu loves pushing orgasms out of you with his tongue.

pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow, and rough.

he needs you to memorize all of him down to the vein.

quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

namgyu loves them.

he doesn't have much of an opinion on them.

the only thing he hates about quickies is the lack of foreplay.

risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

off the drugs, absolutely not.

on drugs, he can't see the consequences in risks.

stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

namgyu's stamina is peak when he is on drugs.

five rounds at the most.

off the drugs, he will go to three rounds before tapping out.

toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

namgyu loves that 'rose thing' you use on yourself.

(a rose toy lol)

he begged to let him use it on you when you first bought it.

it was the first time you might have squirted with him... maybe... if you wanted that to happen of course!

unfair (how much they like to tease)

namgyu is king at being unfair.

until it happens to him.

volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

namgyu WHIMPERS

nobody can't convince me otherwise.

he makes all the noises possible.

moans, groan, whimpers, whines.

once he cried when you were playing with his balls.

it felt that good to him.

wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

you and namgyu love hooking up somewhere where you shouldn't be.

for example, club pentagon.

it is a struggle to stay quiet even though loud music is blasting.

especially when people are so close by.

the thrill of getting caught gets namgyu so excited, he bites back his whimpers.

x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

skinny boys got them long (according to science.)

six inches on hard.

he is a grower.

namgyu's body is slim, but he is stronger than he looks.

the bathroom fight scene in season two is proof.

yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

too high

especially on drugs.

sometimes he expects you to call off work just to have sex with him all day.

you did, but nobody's judging you!

zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

that mf is knocked out.

pussy put his ass to sleep!

masterlist

lol

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi lashing out on his pregnant wife only to beg her for forgiveness later

Pairing: Sanemi x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3,1k

Synopsis: Like every week, you find yourself on your way back from Shinobu's estate and your pregnancy check-up. Little did you know what horror awaits you at your own home with your husband almost killing two kids...

Warnings: Sanemi is mean in this one and I mean it, extreme hurt but also comfort in the end so don't worry, full Shinazugawa package regarding language and violence lol, not proofread because I have to leave now

Thank you sooo much for that cool request @itsmscoco and I'm sorry it took a while. I really hope you like what I came up with 🤍

You rub your minor belly. For a woman, a pregnancy should feel like a trip to heaven. After all, you are blessed with developing a child that is half you and half your husband. Oh, your beloved and surprisingly gentle husband who always makes sure that you get enough sleep, that you nutrition yourself properly. But even the wind hashira can’t do a single thing against your constant sickness and pain.

“Please try this out, (y/n). Don’t hesitate to come here again if you need something else. You really have an unfortunate pregnancy when it comes to nausea”, Shinobu comments gently while giving your belly a little massage.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited about the honor of caring for a child in my own body. But honestly, I’m so glad when this pregnancy is over”, you huff while taking a deep breath in.

Please, don’t vomit all over the insect pillar who’s just trying to help. You’ve been here what feels like everyday since finding out you’re pregnant. Well, to be exact, Shinobu is the one who suggested that you might expect a child.

Because of your never-ending sickness.

“Oh, there’s nothing to get wrong at all! After all, your pregnancy is a rather difficult one. But I’m sure Shinazugawa is taking good care of you!”

“He definitely does. My husband is an angel”, you reply in an instant.

You can’t wait to go back home. Even though your sleep-drunken eyes won’t be able to stay open longer than maybe a few hours, even though you weren’t able to catch a proper glimpse at Sanemi’s part in the on-going hashira training until now, you can’t wait to go back home. Back into your estate, back into the arms of your beloved husband.

“Not quite the codename I’d use for him, but that’s just what love does, right? I will send a kakushi along with you. Otherwise, Shinazugawa might show up and threaten me”, Shinobu jokes while helping you to get up.

“Thank you for your help. Again.”

You pull the insect hashira into a deep hug. How lucky you should consider yourself for the opportunity to call Shinobu your friend, that Sanemi laid his eyes on you. Out of all the countless women around, the ones with faces like porcelain and bodies so well-formed you can’t hold a candle against every single one of them. But still, he chose you.

“Come on, (y/n). Why are you crying?”, Shinobo whispers into your ear while rubbing small circles onto your back.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed from everything I guess”, you mumble against her comforting shoulder.

Just a few months ago, you would have laughed at anyone who told you that your life would turn out like this. Of course, you’ve lost countless good friends and family members on the way and living with a suborn husband like Sanemi isn’t always easy. But somehow, the two of you always make it work.

Right?

-at the wind hashira estate-

“We are almost there. Are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a little tired from walking, that’s all!”

Truth is, your feet hurt like hell. Shinobu reported about women who don’t even feel their baby until the second trimester. Why are your feet already swollen, your belly bloated, your guts constantly turning? And there’s still so much ahead.

“Looks like Shinazugawa-sama received a new bunch of trainees after the other corps members all landed in Kocho-sama’s hospital wing”, the kakushi next to you comments dryly.

“Was it really that bad?”

Of course you heard about the rather brutal training methods of your husband. After all, even the walls of his estate aren’t thick enough to stop every single scream from reaching your ears. But still…

“It was pretty bad. Some of the-“

Glass cracking. Screams from afar. Out of instinct, you pick up your pace until you dash towards your home, sweat now dripping from every pore. What happened? Is Sanemi alright? He wouldn’t leash out on one of his students like that. Something must have happened. A demon? No, it’s still daytime. But what is it?

“He’s back! He’s back! That cold-blooded man! Lie down and pretend that you’ve fainted!”, a blonde-haired boy screams while almost collapsing onto the floor.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on here?”, you press out.

Your lungs threaten to fail you, breath already tasting like pure iron.

Until your eyes find Genya.

Your guts twist and turn in every direction, almost force you to vomit all over the place. Genya shouldn’t be here. Out of all people, it shouldn’t be him. And who’s the boy next to him. That familiar scar, you’ve seen that boy before. Is it possible that…

“Kamado Tanjiro”, you breathe out.

Maybe that is even worse.

Your eyes dart around the area without an aim. Where’s Sanemi? Did he find them already? They need to leave before he finds out that they’re here, carry on with another hashira training.

“Please stop now!”, Tanjiro suddenly shouts while stretching out his arm in defence.

An uneasy feeling crawls up your spine, the dark claws of sickening foreshadowing. All you can do is standing death still right where you are and watch in sheer horror as your husband stomps out of your estate motion.

Is that your husband you love and adore, though? You know how untamed he can get especially when getting confronted with his painful past. It was never easy for him to see Genya join the demon slayer corps or realize that his mother could have been saved like Tanjiro’s sister.

But never in your entire life have you seen him like this. The empty shell of your husband, muscles tensed to the maximum and his empty orbs directed towards the two boys in front of him.

In this very moment, you’d trust him to actually kill them.

“What are you going to do? Are you planning to kill Genya?”, Tanjiro continues passionately.

Your glossy orbs are set on your husband. Would he really do something like that? What if you witness the father of your unborn child taking the life of two other human beings? Your heart can’t take it, knees threaten to fail you.

“Hell no, I’m not going to kill him. It would be easy enough to kill him, but since it’s against the rules and all…I’m going to ruin him beyond recovery!”

Until your blurry head finally makes a decision and allows your feet to run.

Straight towards the two boys.

Straight into the firing line.

Straight into the sight of your now maniac husband.

“You won’t do any of these things, you hear me?”, you jeer at him with your new-found courage.

“(y/n)”, Genya breathes behind you.

“How dare you to talk to innocent children like that, Sanemi?”

The man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, hands clenched into tight fists while taking a step towards you.

“Get lost. Right now”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

You swallow hard, all nerves now tingling in sheer horror. This is the first and last warning, without any doubt. The look on his stone-cold face tells you more than urgently that Sanemi isn’t playing, that he doesn’t want you here.

Maybe it’s best if you go back inside and pretend that nothing happened. He himself said that he won’t kill them, after all…

“I’m not leaving”, you bite back.

But that would mean leaving Genya alone. That would mean giving up all of your principles.

“Will you act out like this towards our child as well?”, you continue while growing bigger and bigger in front of the two boys.

He might be your husband, the love of your life. That doesn’t mean you’ll always have to do what he tells you, tough. Instinctively, you clench your hands into tight fists with your glossy eyes almost piercing through him. Enough is enough.

“If our child acts as dumb as you do, I sure as hell will!”

Oh.

Your heart drops to the floor when a nauseous wave of agony hits you with full force. Sanemi is and has always been a hot-headed man who never thought twice about the things he said. But never, not even once in your entire relationship he insulted you.

Until now.

“Is this really how you feel about me? We should support each other, you should listen to me as well as-“

“Spare me with that bullshit, (y/n)”, Sanemi spits at you.

“Get.out.of.the.way. Can’t you hear me?”

It’s like you stop living for a moment. All this time, you did your best to understand him and his grief. Everything Sanemi does comes with a logical reason behind it, even though it’s hard to see from time to time. But lashing out at you like that?

“Stop being so disrespectful to me right now. I am your wife-“

“Right now, you’re my problem”, he jeers back.

“And now get off my sight and let me finish this real quick-“

You don’t know what made you act the way you just did. Was it his cruel behaviour, the way his words cut through your heart like a thousand knives? Before your husband is even able to finish his sentence, your palm races towards his cheek with full force.

The world around you goes silent, frightful gazes glued onto you while you can’t stop your tears from falling anymore.

“Is this how you’re acting around your pregnant wife by now, how you’ll treat innocent children? If that’s the live you chose, I’m not a part of it anymore”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the urge to get as far away from him as possible becomes unbearable. Your feet start sprinting towards the estate on your own, carry you into your now so empty-feeling bedroom.

And finally, you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Is this really the man you love, that you’d give your life for? Your shaky fingers caress your belly mindlessly.

You can’t stay here. Not when Sanemi showed you a completely different face today. Not when this place doesn’t feel like home anymore.

-a few hours later-

“Fuck!”, Sanemi cries out on top of his lungs while dashing towards Obanai over and over.

Why can’t he get your stupid words out of his mind? The way you stood there with tears in your eyes, how he was literally able to hear your heart crack when those damned words left his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, to drag you into the fuckery with his little brother and that Kamado boy.

But why did he say all those dumb things, then?

“You seem off, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly, hitting the wind hashira with full force again.

“I guess I fucked up”, Sanemi mumbles.

What if you won’t forgive him for today? Your last words haunt him since the moment you left him standing in the rain.

“I bet you can talk your way out of it-“

“Hell nah. I don’t think she wants to see me tonight.”

“Did you ask her, though?”

“Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You’re the one to talk, not able to confess your feelings to Mitsuri”, Sanemi barks at the man next to him.

“But yeah, maybe I should get going…”

Coming home never fuelled him with so much fright. What if you’re still angry at him, if you refuse to even talk to him? Or even worse, what if you’ll really leave him?

Sanemi’s guts turn in an instant, feet now picking up their pace with every step. He can’t lose you. Not you, the light of his life. Not when you are the only ray of sunshine in this rotting hell. What the hell did he do? The fact that he even raised his voice at you is unforgivable.

Finally, his fingers grab the door that leads to your shared bedroom, finally he’s able to make up for his mistakes of today-

His eyes widen in sheer horror.

You’re gone.

Right there where your head should rest, there’s absolutely nothing.

Panic starts rising up his chest, forces his heart down his throat.

Did you leave?

He yanks out of your shared room, eyes roaming around each and every corner of your estate. But you aren’t there. You aren’t here.

“My lady is at the love hashira’s estate.”

Sanemi darts up immediately, greeted by the oh so familiar voice of your personal crow.

“Is she fine, why did she-“

“With all due respect, I suggest you to control yourself before making any more insensitive comments to my lady-“

“Who the hell do you even think you are you-“

“Your earlier spoken words really troubled her and my lady certainly does not deserve that.”

Without another word, your crow disappears into the darkness of night again.

Sanemi swallows hard. Fuck, did he really hurt you that badly? He never wanted you to feel bad, never wanted to hurt you. Damn, he only wanted to show Genya and that Kamado boy their places. It shouldn’t have hit you. Out of all people, why did he have to hurt you?

“I need to tell her”, he mumbles under his breath before dashing towards the love hashira estate.

-at Mitsuri’s-

“I can’t believe Shinazugawa said something like this to you, (y/n)! You are super far away from being dumb, after all! Here, eat another pancake and stay as long as you want.”, Mitsuri babbles while handing you another plate.

Your dry eyes are barely able to stay open any longer. All the grief, explaining, fighting and crying did apparently really wear you out. Good for you Mitsuri’s estate is near by and you just know she’ll always open her arms for you.

“Thank you so much for taking me in, Kanroji. I really don’t deserve your kindness”, you sniffle.

“You have to be joking, (y/n)! It’s my duty as your friend to be there for you anytime you need me! And also, I-”

Three violent knocks on Mitsuri’s wooden door almost send you over the edge. It’s past after midnight, the time closer to the morning than evening. Who would knock on Mitsuri’s door this late at night?

“Do you think that’s a demon?”, you mutter in horror, both pairs of eyes set on the door.

“I don’t think so. Let’s see!”

Before you’re able to stop Mitsuri, she rips open the door.

And reveals no other than your husband.

“Sanemi”, you breathe out.

Tears start swelling up your eyes in an instant when a flood of memories crushes you all over again. Just a few hours ago, your husband made very clear that he doesn’t want to see you again anytime soon. How did he find out that you’re here?

“(y/n), can we…have a talk?”, he mumbles with icy voice.

“Do you want to leave me?”, you blurt out.

“What?”

Is that really how you feel, what you think of him? That he’ll turn his back on you after a fight? He did say all those nasty things to you, though.

“I think I’m going out and…cook!”, Mitsuri announces while sprinting out of the door, leaving you alone in the room with all that tension and him.

Him, the man you love more than anything else in this world. And also him, who broke your heart like he never did before.

“You have to be kidding me”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

You turn away before you lose your composure completely.

“Why are you here, Sanemi?”

“Do you really think I’m here to dump you!? You, my pregnant wife!? You can’t be fucking serious about that!”

In the matter of seconds, you find yourself surrounded by his usual so comforting arms that now hurt like daggers against your skin.

“Please, let me go, I can’t do this ri-“

“(y/n), please.”

His suffocated voice forces your eyes to dart upwards.

Instantly, your heart drops to the floor.

Is this really your husband, crying against your shoulder while pressing your body against his?

“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve said, I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I’d never leave you, not when I’m even lucky for calling you mine. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just…I just can’t stand them…”

“Sanemi…”

“And I get that I don’t deserve you and that I’m a jerk for hurting you. I know you could’ve had every man you wanted-“

“Sanemi!”, you snap at him, holding onto his face tightly.

“But you’re the one I want”, you finally cry out.

“But your words hurt me. Is this really how you feel about me? Do you really think I’m a burden?”

“I was out of my fucking mind for saying that to you! You’re my blessing, my everything, the sunshine in this rotting hell. You’re…You’re my wife, right?”

That innocent look on his now tear-soaked face runs shivers down your spine, reminds you that even though he acted out today, this man is still the Sanemi Shinazugawa you fell in love with years ago.

“I am your wife”, you press out before a new wave of tears haunts you down.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). So so sorry”, he mutters again and again while kissing every tear away that escapes your eyes.

“And I’ll never talk to you like that again, I promise.”

“Will you promise to not treat Tanjiro and Genya like that ever again too?”

Sanemi shifts his weight underneath you, his orbs growing hard again. Was this too much to ask for? No. Even though you love Sanemi’s rough side as well, he simply can’t do something like this again. Not when you’re his wife, not when you are expecting his first very own child.

“I will. But only if these jerks leave me alone”, he grumbles before giving you a passionate kiss.

“That might be manageable. I want to go home now…”

“No problem, I’ll carry you-“

“You really don’t have to carry me-“

“Oh, but I sure as hell will.”

“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU TWO! AND DON’T ACT LIKE A JERK AGAIN, SHINAZUGAWA!”

“Did you have to tell her everything?”

“She’s my friend, Sanemi. Of course I had to.”

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[motomamita]

mean!bf!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, sex tapes, dumbification, könig being a idiot!

mean!bf!könig who is so insecure that he makes hurtful comments about you to his loser friends, even with you present.

"she doesn't know how lucky she is to have me, right guys?"

he jokes with his friends, who enjoy the way you smile awkwardly and look down to check the time on your phone. könig simply strokes your head with his big hand, as if you were a stupid puppy at his complete mercy.

"she's calm now, but when we get home she's going to be unbearable. she won't leave me alone for a moment! so annoying!"

his idiot friends laugh, not having to imagine the scene much since könig loves secretly recording you while he fucks you. videos and photos of you in little clothes were the most common thing he posted to his friends' chats. all with the intention of bragging about how beautiful you were.

könig loved putting you in awkward situations, just like now. lying to you about where the two of you were going to dinner, insisting you dress sexy and provocative, then dragging you out to the bar with his stupid friends.

"i told her not to wear that slutty dress, but she didn't seem to listen. right, pup?"

but when you got home, everything changed. könig became the most submissive and pathetic person in the world.

"please don't be mad at me!"

könig knelt before you, grabbing your hips and moving you slightly so that you would give him some of your attention.

"i have to say all those things so none of them show interest in you! i'm afraid you'll meet someone else and leave me! please, don't ever leave me!"

and right there the tears began. könig sobbed on your bare legs while stammering how much he loved you.

"let me fix it, please. come on, i'm going to eat that delicious pussy of yours so you'll forgive me! what do you say, pup?"

[moonstruckme]

love of my life, queen of all things smut and marauders..........I have a request if you don't mind 😈 I was thinking of this with Sirius, but it could truly be whoever you think fits. But what do you think of a fic where reader x Sirius have sex for the first time (FWB, relationship, whatever fits the vibe), and Sirius finishes and moves his attention to reader who goes "oh it's alright, I've never been successful at that part of sex before...." & then it becomes this fun challenge for Sirius who spends the rest of the evening finding out what works for her until he finally gets her off 😃 xoxoxoxooxoxoxo

Thanks for the request and for weathering the long wait gorgeous Elle <3

cw: smut mdni, reader is afab and has trouble with orgasming

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Fuck.” Sirius’ forehead crashes into yours, his breath hot on your lips. “Are you close?” 

“You should come.” Your voice is tight, strained, though not nearly so much as his. 

“Not before you.” 

“Please, Sirius.” You both moan as he thrusts deeper inside you, your legs squeezing tight around his middle. “Please, I want you to.” 

“I don’t—shit.” 

His brow tenses along with the rest of him as he spills into you. You feel the condom fill up with a heady satisfaction. You run your hands up his back soothingly, until he relaxes into you. 

“Fuck, gorgeous.” Sirius tilts his face to kiss at the slope of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would…you just feel too good, have you gotten that complaint before?”

You laugh. “It’s not usually a complaint.” 

“No, but in this case…” He tuts, picking his head up to look at you. You expect to be self-conscious—it’s your first time seeing each other like this, and part of you is still fighting the urge to cover up and preserve your modesty—but the heavy drag of his gaze only makes you feel admired. “Well, anyways, sorry. How close are you?” 

“Oh, it’s okay.” You smile at him. Your finger traces the line of a tattoo on his bicep. “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.” 

Sirius blinks, and then his brows come down. “Hold on, that’s not fair. I want to get you off.” 

“Sirius, it’s really fine. I’m not…” You hesitate. You and Sirius have been friends for a while; it’s not as though you haven’t shared secrets before. And given what you’ve just shared with each other, you shouldn’t probably be embarrassed, but… “I haven’t exactly been…successful at that part of sex before.” 

Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as though he doesn’t quite understand what you mean. 

“I haven’t come,” you clarify. 

His eyes widen, lips parting. It’s horrendously attractive, worse with him still inside you. “You haven’t?” 

You shake your head. 

“Not ever?” 

You shake your head again. 

“Not even by yourself?” 

“Let’s just assume the answer to all of these questions is going to be no.” He shifts in you slightly, and you squirm. “Can you…?” 

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Sirius pulls out of you, looking somewhat awed. “So, forgive me, but what exactly are you getting out of this if you don’t expect to come?” 

You give him a droll look. “I guess I’m just a giver.” 

It’s more true than you let on. You enjoyed yourself more than you expected just now, watching Sirius come, knowing it was the sight of you and the feel of your flesh under his hands that did it. You hope he lets you do it again.

“I don’t have to come to have good sex,” you say in a more genuine tone. “It’s still fun for me.” 

“Right. Right, yeah, but—” 

“Listen, I’m only telling you so you don’t take it personally. It’s not a you thing, it’s just…” You gesture helplessly. “I’m not sure I can.” 

Sirius looks indignant. “I’m sure you can.” 

“I haven’t found any proof.” 

“Well, it’s—there’s a first time for everybody, doll. Can I try?” 

You sit up, drawing your legs closer and forcing him to sit back. “I told you, it’s not you.” 

“It could be me, though.” He grins roguishly. 

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “Don’t make this a pride thing.” 

“I’m not. I’m not, babe.” Sirius scoots towards you. He looks at you, sincere. “But it could be any number of factors, you know? Maybe you just haven’t tried the right thing, or there’s a lubrication issue, or something. It would be fun to try.” 

You rub your lips together. “It’d probably be a waste of time. And I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.” 

“I won’t be,” he promises. He crawls toward you on the bed, taking your ankle in hand to tug you closer. Your heart riots at the sight. “Let’s waste some time, gorgeous. I’ve got nothing else to do tonight. And you said you have fun even if you don’t finish, right?” 

“Right,” you admit. 

Sirius grins, flashing canines. “Lay back, then. Let me play with you a while.” 

It doesn’t take long to figure out that lubrication is not the issue. Between Sirius’ hands and his mouth, you’re spilled like warm honey across his sheets in minutes. He bites marks into your thighs, goes from gentle to masochistic to gentle again with his hands on your breasts, curls his fingers inside you so that you make sounds you don’t recognize. All the while, he calls you sweet names rolled up in taunts, making your cheeks burn and your body seem to give up any will of its own. It begins to feel cruel; the combination of who Sirius is and what he can do to you.

But it’s when he uses his tongue that you start to tremble. 

Your hand clamps blindly down on his shoulder, caught between keeping him close and pushing him away. Sirius’ hum, heavy with smugness and intrigue, is a vibration like you’ve never felt before. He takes your clit into his mouth. 

It’s altogether too much and not enough. You shift your hips, gasping, but after a while your breaths even into a steadier pant. You start to adjust to this new pleasure. Just when you think you’ve got it under control, you’re safe, Sirius slips his wicked fingers into your entrance again. 

“There you are.” His voice thrums with satisfaction as he kisses your clit. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. So patient.” 

“Sirius, I—”

“What?” 

“I feel—” 

“What, pretty girl?” 

“Sirius.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” He nibbles ever so gently at your clit, making you jolt away from him. Your walls clench around his fingers. “You’re just so much fun when you’re worked up like this, I can’t help myself.” 

He curls his fingers into that torturous spot along your inner wall, and what you want isn’t more sensation, but you can no longer find the words to tell him so. You dig your nails into Sirius’ shoulders and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling on the precipice of something great and terrible. Some kind of wreckage. 

“You’re okay, doll,” Sirius soothes. “You’re just fine. You like this, don’t you? Don’t you want to come?” 

With his low, sweet question, you do. You wreck like a ship against the shoreline. Splintering, screaming, crashing and drowning. Sirius laughs like the enemy vessel as you do.

It’s some time later when the stars clear from behind your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.” 

“Mhm. That’s usually how it goes.” Sirius is all tenderness now. He kisses up your sweaty, overworked abdomen until he reaches your collarbone, where he nibbles rewardingly. “Good job, sweetness. And good job me, if I do say so myself.” 

You open your eyes to peek at him through your lashes. “Aren’t I supposed to say so?” 

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chin. “Fairly sure you just did. I wouldn’t have guessed you had sounds like that in you.” 

“Me neither,” you admit. 

“Well, now I’ve got something new to work towards, I suppose.” 

“Sirius,” you sigh. “That was the first time I’ve ever come, and it took nearly an hour. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that again.” 

“Oh, such a defeatist.” Sirius cups your face in his hands, thumbs moving sweetly down your cheeks as he presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I meant getting those sounds out of you again. But don’t worry, gorgeous, we’ll manage both.”

[serxa]

TELEMACHUS HEADCANONS — NSFW and SFW

General Headcanons

Sfw first, if you don't want to read any NSFW, there will be a divider indicating it's the NSFW part

Honestly, this is the first NSFW work I've posted, I have more hidden in the chamber if you'd like.

SFW

DATING

- He's mostly shy when you compliment him, when you say "You're so handsome" he'll immediately blush like a school girl, and waving his hands saying "pfft- I may be but you're more handsome-!"

- Telemachus is always the type to do anything you want when you tell him to.

- He wouldn't soften up and practically melt when you hold his face and praise him.

- His first gift to you was a whole bouquet of different flowers from the palace's garden. Penelope wasn't so happy when she saw the bushes looked like it was demolished.

- He's best at comforting you when you had a bad day

- This boy loves his cuddles. Especially after a long day of training with Athena or having to put up with the bullshit the suitors had, he always felt everything was amazing after being in your arms.

- He is a begger, when he wants something or accidentally makes you mad, he's practically go on his knees begging for forgiveness.

- "My love" "Flower" and "Teddy bear" was his go to pet names for you.

- He loved calling you flower because he said you smelled nice like a flower.

- Call's you teddy bear during your cuddle sessions.

- Telemachus loves it when you join him with his training. You're the only person he told you about Athena, and he trains even better in front of you just to impress you.

- Loves to skeem through the jewelry with you, and once he see's your eyes sparkle on one of the jewelries, he immediately tries to buy it for you.

- Buys you flowers every week or two, and he loves seeing that you display them in vases in your room when he visited one time.

ORIGIN AND CONFESSIONS

- When Telemachus and you met near the palace, he was really jumpy because he finally talked to a girl his age.

- Telemachus and you always met up at the front of the palace or near the bush of roses in the nearby forest next to the palace.

- When he realized he like you, he tried his best to stay put and not come off as being pussy when he's giving subtle signs.

- He'd invite you to watch the sunset on the sea side, play in the water with you, let you lay your hand on his lap whenever you two were at the forest, so when you call him just your best friend one time, he went home and bawled his eyes out.

- He confessed to you with a gold bracelet that his mother gave him to give you. Yet he had the audacity to say, "Sorry if its not much-"

NSFW

- Loud whines

- He can't control his noises if his life depends on it, every single kiss you plant or move you make, makes him whine like a bitch.

- His spanks hurt though, him being trained to fight, he sometimes doesn't think if it hurts too much or not. But immediately regrets it when you cry in pain instead of pleasure.

- He can be a switch, and absolutely destroys you if he's pissed or had a bad day to relieve some stress. One day, he'd be begging you to have mercy, next day, he's plunging himself inside of you with such ecstasy. It's really just based on his emotions.

- Mostly he's a bottom, practically praising you with every movement you do.

- He just stares at you with hooded heart eyes while he bites his lip, staring as his dick disappeared inside of you.

- Tit's guy, but he's always tuso polite with them, scared he might hurt you.

- "Am I squeezing too hard?" He always whispered whenever he squeezes your breasts.

- His fingers are a work of art inside of you, he can make you squirt in just 30 seconds with his fingering you aggressively. Mostly fingers you when he doesn't have a chance to fuck you.

- The Best With Aftercare.

- Like I mean best, every single need and want you request, he immediately does it. Would give you baths and clean you up, even changes the sheets of his bed so he can lay you down comfortably.

- MUNCHER.

- He's devours your pussy like it's the last meal on earth when you let him eat you out. And eat you out he does, since he loves how your orgasm tastes.

- He's sometimes get a bit too excited that he hold your thighs wide open till his pushed a bit too much that it hurts to stretch open. Again, he doesn't think that he might be hurting you too much unless it shows.

- There was one time his mother was gone, and one of the suitors started to flirt with you. And as revenge, Telemachus fucked you so hard you were moaning his name around the castle for the suitors to hear.

- Doesn't degrade you, but will do if you asked. Yet he still feels guilty for calling you those names.

- He loves when you use a leather leash on him, just brings a bit more arousal for him.

- "Please, a bit more.." He begs when you stop mid way, his eyes hooded as he waits for you to continue.

-He's definitely long, but not as thick. But it's long to the point his dick is halfway through, you could easily cum.

[mariuspompom]

I'm reading the lord of the rings and I'm once again amazed at how... good most characters are. Like, they are genuinely good people. They are a bunch of kindhearted, gracious, caring people, coming together under adverse circumstances and trying to figure things out and find a solution and support each other through it all. Like Frodo and Sam meet Faramir and Faramir is a bit suspicious at first and kind of implies Frodo may be a spy, and then when he hears his story and he's like Frodo, I pressed you so hard at first. Forgive me! It was unwise in such an hour and place. And this blows.my.mind. He wasn't even particularly mean or threatening to him in the beginning, he's just such a kind, considerate man, recognizing the kindness and honesty of another man. And they're all like that. Even Gollum starts slowly changing (for a short while) when he encounters Frodo because that's the thing about kindness and humility and grace, they are contagious. They transform people, even a creature like Gollum cannot be immune to that. Like, you may consider all this simple and basic and I get it but, hear me out. It is quite rare to see that in modern media and it is also pretty difficult to pull off in a way that is not corny and simplistic. It is mind blowing that you actually don't have to present the entire palette of human cruelty and vice in order to tell a compelling story, contrary to popular belief. Lotr does the exact opposite, and it is just beautiful and it warms my heart. Especially taking into consideration tolkien's pretty grim growing-up experience, him being a double orphan without a home, raised between an orphanage and a priest and having no family apart from his brother and then the war and then he almost dies and then he's poor as hell and then a second war and it all makes sense somehow. He writes to his wife who is also an orphan two days before the marriage "the next few years will bring us joy and content and love and sweetness such as could not be if we hadn't first been two homeless children and had found one another after long waiting" and, yes, yes! The love and sweetness just radiate from his work, the entire lotr series is a little radiant bubble of hope and love and grace that he imagined in his head to deal with a dismal reality and then he just gave that to the world, and isn't that what imagination and art is all about after all?

[powderpuff-divines]

pick a pile: what makes people's hearts flutter around you

thank you so much for the love on the previous reading!! i was so happy to see that so many of you enjoyed it. i hope that this one resonates too. once again, it is a general reading. only take what applies, leave the rest and please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors xx

pile 1 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(judgement, ace of pentacles, queen of pentacles, page of pentacles, page of wands)

there's just something intimidating about you pile one (you may or may not have a resting b-face) but there's also something about you that makes people want to impress you. whatever way you express your dissatisfaction- whether it's the way you curl your lips in distaste or scrunch your eyebrows- it sets people on edge. it makes them nervous but also very eager to please you.

you could come from a well to do family, like a long line or surgeons, etc. (if not, that's the vibes you give) or even if it's not wealth, it feels like you come from a very reputed family.

but regardless of your family, you have built have a very good reputation for yourself amongst your peers. your work ethic is also very good- you put your head down and get to work, and even that makes people's hearts flutter sometimes. you elicit awe and admiration quite easily.

capable. that's the energy i'm getting from this pile. someone capable who wants to work hard, who wants money, who wants status, who wants recognition. majority of the people from this pile are the go-getters, the type to want to work in student body councils or win a lot of trophies (i'm getting more academic/corporate achievement than sporty though).

there's also another section of people who picked this pile who wouldn't necessarily call themselves hard-working, they'd prefer to call themselves lazy even but regardless of how you label yourself, you just breeze through your work anyway. in the eyes of others, it looks effortless. the people around you take one look at you and just know you're going to achieve great things with your career

regardless of all this admiration, i don't think you're friends with many people. there may only be a few in your inner circle. there's something about other people wanting to be a part of your personal life so bad. i'm seeing this image someone who randomly posts a Instagram story of them surfing and the people viewing it are so shocked ("pile two surfs? i never knew that about them. that's so cool!") they're intrigued by you and want to know you better but you don't let people that close easily. you might just have really strict work-life boundaries and are very particular about who in your life gets to see how much about you.

and because of who you are, what you've accomplished and how you carry yourself, your approval means something to the people around you, especially if it's something you don't dole out to just anyone.

your approval; that's what gets their heart fluttering-- a nod from you when they show you what they've done, a pat on the back, a smile on your lips as you give praise, even if it's off-handed, it gives them something to feel good about for the rest of the day.

pile 2 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(chariot, 8 of pentacles , ace of cups, seven of swords, ten of pentacles) (oh my god 😭 who are you peopleeee. i would not be surprised if multiple people were crushing on this pile.)

pile 2, you're popular and you definitely know it to some extent too. this pile is a bit similar to pile 1 in some ways but still vastly different you could have lot of admirers and people who want to get close to you and i do see you engaging with these people, because you do enjoy the attention (nothing wrong with that), but i also get the feeling you're very controlling and picky over your image and how you come off to people. even while trying to channel the messages for this pile, the energy feels a bit reserved and doesn't want to give me too much.

there's one particular thing you could be known for, some sort of craft you've worked hard at or you're really talented at. this could be something like dance or music but that's where most of your popularity comes from. you have a good network of friends and people who you can pass time with.

i'm ngl, lowkey getting some player energy from this pile but not necessarily in the bad way. it's just some of you are aware of effect you have, and you have fun teasing people, toying with them, making them blush. oh, pile 2 you like making people's hearts flutter, you do it on purpose. you like knowing that you have the power to make people flustered.

what makes people's heart flutter is the rush they get when your eyes meet, the flirtatious lilt in your voice, maybe a smirk on your lips as you tease them in a very nonchalant manner, when you say something and playfully tell them that it's a secret only the two of you will know, when you make them feel like they are the sole focus of your attention. heart are fluttering left and right because of you.

i don't know if this pile will resonate with a lot of people or if the things mentioned here are too specific, but bottom line is that there's a very flirtatious and seductive vibe to your energy. you guys might be bored the majority of the time but man, when you're interested in someone, you tease and play with them until you get a reaction. even if you're not like this currently, you have great potential at charming people my pile twos.

pile 3 ˚ . ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

( 6 of cups, the empress, nine of pentacles, eight of pentacles, temperance rev)

pile 3, are you really uncomfortable with being perceived by any chance? i had the most difficult time channeling the energy of the people who chose this pile out of all three piles. i think you keep to yourself for most of the time but there's also this adorable energy around you, like that of a cat that just puts its head down and sleeps whenever it gets the chance to.

you could not like attention and maybe most of your days, you put your head down and focus on getting through. that's not to say you have a sad life. maybe you're not where you want to be yet, but you do have hobbies, things you enjoy and to pass the time with.

there's something casually cool about you. i cannot say what it is exactly since it's different for each of the people who pick this pile, but something about the way someone gets their drink from the vending machine? for someone, it's the way they hop over a gate. you have these tiny particular habits and methods of doing things that catch some people's attention without even knowing it.

i think it's your affection that makes people's hearts flutter.

this is giving me the energy of that one type of male lead/character (i'm just talking about the vibe, this could apply to you regardless of your gender) in anime that slacks off all the time but will randomly say something observant or serious that will have your heart skipping a beat. it's very endearing, i feel like you're very laid-back but still very straightforward and blunt with your affection. you'll say something simple but it'll be so earnest and the most romantic thing ever in the moment; it would exactly the thing the other person would happen to need to hear.

and it's not even intentional for most of you, it just comes naturally.

AHHH pile 3s, i get the feeling most of you don't think very highly about your work or aren't very comfortable with yourself but you should know that you're inherently a very chill and cool person. you aren't nearly as embarrassing as you think you are. be proud of your existence please!! and take up more space!!!

what makes people's hearts flutter around you aren't big gestures or big speeches, but it's just simply you in the rawest form possible. maybe it's you holding a cold soda can to someone's cheek and murmuring something that was just on your mind; a silly joke, a comment about a look on their face. it's your nonchalant affection that arrives so silently yet reassuringly steady every time. it's the way you unknowingly make the weight of the world lighter for others, even if just for a second.

this pile gives me maomao vibes? i haven't seen ad yet, just clips and edits but the way she just puts her head down and dgaf about anything except posion/her own thing and she's just inherently endearing and people adore her??? that's your vibe pile 3!!! also this is the second time anime has been referenced, so maybe that's a sign for some of yall

i love how much you can customise your tumblr post but the gradient text is just too stressful for me to do more than twice in one post lol. do let me know which pile you picked and on how it resonated!! in all honesty, i'm a bit nervous about it since i feel like i went too specific so i hope it still resonates with people.