#I hate drawing clothes so much I’m so bad at it lol

[corvitine]

My Tav, Dahlia, has been living rent free in my head for weeks now so I decided to draw her as a mind flayer. I like in-game Tavflayer but I still wanted to make my own design for Dahlia. Next I want to draw her in her Tiefling form. I love my girl so much ❤️

[waywardcrow]

Dress.

Summary: After a mission where they crossed a line, Bucky decides to talk about what happened that night with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader.

WC: Almost 1600.

TW: Avengers kind of things, talk about weapons, sad reader and sad Bucky, misunderstendings, agents talking shit because of jealousy, SMUT (do not interact if you're not +18) some kissing, dancing and boners lol, semi public make out, oral (f recieving) fingering, hint of other things but not so much because I'm so bad a t this, sorry, let me know if I missed something.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

You hated everything that night, the happy people who were eager to get drunk and forget about the ending year, the music too loud that didn’t let you think, the beautiful dress you bought for that very occasion specifically because you wanted to impress a certain super soldier in the New Year's Eve party but that was before last mission, before you messed it all up.

If you closed your eyes, you could see everything playing perfectly in your mind, how unprofessional you were, how much space Bucky put between you two in the quinjet, the tension that followed you the last days and the words of the agents who probably knew about what happen from him. It was a disaster and you wouldn’t escape from it, Tony would never let you go without an explanation if you requested a transfer to another area.

Distracted, drinking your problems you didn’t noticed Bucky’s gaze tearing apart the pretty gold dress you were wearing as if he could feel your skin against his like that night.

It was a simple mission, find the target, watch it until Valkyrie and Wanda could secured the evidence –an arsenal of Asgardian weapons- and then arrested everyone but your cover was necessary and thanks to your powers, the ability to manipulate brain’s perception to make your audience see what you want- make you perfect to blend with him in that shady club pretending to be just a couple looking for a good time.

Easier to say than done, Bucky fought his boner all night with you dancing too close to him, whispering things in his ear, sitting in his lap… sure you could feel how much he wanted to fuck you there in front of everybody, he indulged in his little fantasy when he feel your own arousal, he told himself it was for the mission when he took you to a semi empty corridor to kiss you dumb.

You tasted better than he imagined, like honey and salvation, Bucky was sure that if he kept kissing you he would find heaven.

“Are you ok, terminator? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm” Sam pulled him out of his mind just in time before he got in trouble righ there in the middle of the party.

“I’m fine” he wasn’t and Sam let out a chuckle.

“Just go and talk to her, you can’t keep avoiding each other forever.”

You were avoiding him, Bucky just gave you space after you walked away from him when the mission was over, like he didn’t almost cum from having you exactly where he wanted you, with your perfect legs around him with just a thin layer of clothes between you.

“I said I’m fine” he said again, not looking at Sam when you made your way to the elevators, going after you.

It was better for you to leave early, too many drinks and you could end up crying or doing something you’ll regret, like talking to Bucky, who jumped in the elevator you called before the doors closed.

“Going to bed already?” he asked and you stared at him like an idiot, how could he look that good all the damn time? A black suit and white shirt shouldn’t make someone that hot, it was cheating “are you alright, honey?”

How have you missed his voice! A simple taste of him and you wanted more, you wanted him to touch you like that night, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like if time was against you both and every second he wasn’t making you feel all of him was a sacrilege.

“Why are you here, Bucky?”

Cornered, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, drawing his attention to your breasts, the memory of his lips pulling softly at your nipple made you want to close your legs to get some sort of friction, trying to calm the need for him.

Like he could read your mind, he licked his lips, wanting to pull your dress and bury himself in your chest but Bucky needed to have a conversation with you first.

“Are you going to avoid me forever, hon?” the super soldier lifted your chin to make you see him when you set your eyes in your heels “I can take a rejection, sweetheart but not you shutting me out completely.”

Bucky had made lots of friends with time but you were his first one, he didn’t want to lose you; you, in the other hand, were more confused than ever.

“What rejection? If anything, you’re the one who is not interested!” boldness coming from the alcohol made you talk before thinking about stopping “and don’t give me that look James Buchanan Barnes, you know perfectly what I’m talking about.”

The elevators door opened and you stormed out, going to you room, the audacity of that man!

“Can you explain to me what are you talking about?” Bucky took your hand and made you face him when you reached your door, all his cocky attitude was replaced by confusion.

“Please don’t pretend you didn’t tell Carla and Ashley what happen that night, I heard them talking the morning after in the gym” Above all the embarrassment there was hurt, you thought he could be trusted but Bucky proved you were an idiot “they were talking how you hated being assigned with me and to pretend to make out with me.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest, what the hell were you talking about? He didn’t say anything, at all but you looked so sure he couldn’t speak.

“You made it very clear putting distance between us in the ride home but you didn’t have to tell them” your voice trembled, still you refused to cry, if that was the kind of man Bucky was, he didn’t deserve your tears.

“I swear I didn’t say anything, honey, I swear” he promised, making himself small to look at your eyes “I don’t know how they know, please believe me.”

You shake your head; you wanted to believe him but…

“I told no one, I really thought you were mad at me for taking advantage of the situation, that I misread it” he mumbled, desperate to prove you he was telling the truth, taking your face in his hands “I should have been more professional, more of a gentleman, ask you properly on a date, not acting like that, no matter how much I wanted it. That’s why I put space between us; Wanda and Val were looking at me like they would spray me with cold water if I breathed near you.”

Bucky wished you could read his mind to see he was honest but you still could, sensing his desperation matching yours.

“Do you really mean that?”

His heart broke at how unsure you sounded, he would spend every day of his life proving to you how much he meant it.

“I do, honey, you’re not only a friend to me, why do you think I requested to be with you in that mission?” with his arms around your waist, you put your hands in his chest to feel his heartbeat “I can’t be apart from you, I needed you close while I was gathering courage to confess my feelings but then I couldn’t hide it and…”

You interrupted him to kiss him, not giving a damn about anything but Bucky’s lips in yours. He opened the door and you took him with you to your room, tossing his jacket to the floor and taking your heels off.

“You should keep them on” he said between kisses, guiding you to your bed.

“Maybe next time” you promised, opening his dress shirt, he gave you a smirk while he took it off, like he couldn’t wait.

“This dress has to go, even if I love it.”

“I only bought it for you to take it off” you confessed, mesmerized by his hands undressing you before he placed you softly in your bed, earning a grin from him.

“Really? Well, you deserve a reward for thinking about me, honey”

Before you could ask, he was with his knees on the floor, ripping your panties to eat you out like he needed it to keep breathing.

It barely gave you time to let out a lewd moan that only encourage him more, putting your legs in his broad shoulders, nipping at your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

It was real? It was the alcohol? You could think so if it wasn’t very improbable, your imagination couldn’t make this up, not something this good at least.

“Please” you begged and he shove one finger in you, then almost immediately another while licking you and going back to your clit, moaning at the taste of you, humping the mattress to get some relief, especially when you pulled at his short locks, making him groan.

“Bucky! Pleaseplease…” were the only words you could form but then he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue and you were gone, the orgasm hit you like a thousand waves and you could swear you fainted for a second, only coming back to yourself when you tasted your own arousal in his kiss.

Surprised to being this responsive with him, you kissed him back and he looked at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Come back to me, honey, we are just getting started” he promised against your lips and dear God, he was a man of his word. Hors later, the fireworks were loud enough outside but you both couldn’t care less, you finally have what you wanted: each other.

So this is my first time writing smut and I wanted to do it for New year's Eve, it was fun! Tell me what you think and happy new year!

Love, Lily.

[twost3ps]

*Trojan war au?* Adam as Helen of Sparta

Lucifer as Paris

and (maybe) Michael as Menaleaus?

I find this funny because I was just bingeing sarcastic products videos and just watched the video on her lol but I’m so down for that

But im down for all of that

I think the most confusing part is the colors cuz Troy is seen as blue and Spart as red when Mike is Blue and Lucifer is red so,,,, LMAO

Anyway I tried to quickly whip up some art for them/ this week has been very busy so sorry it took a while :’)

They are not up to scale lol Mike and Lucy are supposed to be around chest height (Also I did change my michaels design a bit to fit what I thought menalaeus would look like)

Also small note tho I might also draw this out Adam’s garments are purple but that shade of purple changes throughout the story

Are these clothes highly inaccurate? Yeah but I can’t bring myself to gaf I hate designing stuff. They're not what I wanted or what I wanted to look like but they're here so you get the idea

Anyways the purple starts as a bluish purple to show that Adam is Michael’s. However it’s still purple meaning there is a bit of red in there foreshadowing Lucifer soon to come in Adam’s life

When Adam becomes Adam of Troy the purple becomes reddish purple symbolizing that Adam is now Lucifer’s. However again, still he’s still purple and not red, showing that Adam still has emotional ties to Michael and is still in love which him despite marring Lucifer.

When Adam is taken back to Sparta, the purple turns into true purple as Adam’s heart is equally in love with both Michael and Lucifer. While he is now Adam of Sparta and with Michael once more, Adam still loves Lucifer just as much as he loves Michael. However Lucifer is dead now so yeah.

Ik people think menalaeus as the bad guy but that's like a modern iteration of him to justify Helen and Paris' affair 🧍‍♂️ headass felt bad for him

I think the plot would go as this…? If you wanna see it anyways it’s very abridged and very quick lol

So we have Adam, son of Sera, who is to be betrothed as to settle the crowd of suitors who want him

Adam chooses Michael as the one he wants, and the two get happily married

On the other side we have Lucifer who is dealing with Eve and Lilith on who the most beautiful sorceress is so that they are able to snatch Roo's apple and have the title as most beautiful

Eve promises Lucifer greater power over his nation and to rule the world

Lilith promises Lucifer the heart of the most beautiful mortal which he accepts

As the tale goes on roughly as it does in the tale

Lucy goes to Sparta

Lucy meet Michael and Adam

Adam gets hit with the spell for the succubus that was sent by Lilith. I do think it would be interesting, though, if Lucy also got hit by the succubus to ensure that they fall in love and Lucifer wouldn't back down once he realizes Adam is already married.

Michael leaves Sparta for idk reason, leaving Adam and Lucifer alone.

They steal stuff from heaven and sail off.

Michael returns. The news gets to him, and the start of the war begins.

While the love starts as artificial, fueled by the lust sent on by the succubus, a very real part of Adam does genuinely start falling in love with Lucifer. Lucifer is genuinely very charming. He's a lot of things michael is not but at the same time very familiar.

The succubus influence sort of wanes and they become more conscious of the weight of their affair.

Even under the influence, Adam had begun to regret running away with Lucifer as the war raged on. Not only did he betray his first husband, but he also betrayed Sparta. The was was going on because of him. That spell waned Adam gets very conflicted.

He lives lucifer and is married to him, but he also yearns for michael again.

Adam stays because he does love Lucifer to an extent- he is an excellent lover both romantically and in bed- but also because it's safe. How could michael truly take him back when the war is caused by him and has gone on for so long?

If we follow lucifer getting hit by the succubus as well, he also feels regret as he just stole someone's lover. But also really lives Adam as well and to say the least, followinb paris.. he is a a selfish guy. So um... there's that.

As the tale goes, Lucifer does die- shot from a poisoned arrow from Uriel I guess???

So war goes on Yada yada

Sparta is winning

Trojan horse happens

Sparta wins and Michael goes to find Adam

Michael wishes to shed Adam’s blood with the rage he has from war, but when he sees Adam again, he can’t due to how much he still loves him and takes him back as Adam of Sparta.

Also alternative end cuz I love a good threesome when Michael demands Adam back Lucifer almsot refuses till adam butts in. He can sense a good threesome and Lucifer and Michael meet and agreement to just share lolol happy end :')

[confusedasever]

I love your human designs!! Did something inspire them? Especially Logans and Virgils

How I made the human au designs!

All my designs are based off common fandom headcanons I’ve seen and enjoyed. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious lol. I loved taking inspiration from the other amazing human fander artists out there. It’s like a group project also isn’t it cute how the “light” sides hair goes one way and the “dark” sides hair goes the other? That was accidental.

(Fun fact a former dear friend helped with the designs of Patton and Virgil. So props to them. Thanks star!)

The designs:

🌩️Virgil: short, black hair, purple streak to look cool, (the eyes were my friends idea) really good fashion. He’s part of the freckle club. Plus he has pointy elf ears! Often wears earrings and is haunted by the ghosts of his past. My friend did the heavy lifting so if you like Virgil’s design thank them.

🪐Logan: tbh it’s just character designs I like + normal Logan, dark eyes, eye bags, freckles, ties, glasses, why change perfection any more than you have to right? I just draw him like first try every time too it’s scary lol he just appears

🍰Patton: (Another design I got help with) rounder body type, fluffy curly blonde hair, round glasses freckle club member. Manages to look like the worlds cutest man. He’s the only one with a fully rendered drawing. Logan steals his clothes.

🥇🥈Roman & Remus: these identical twins look like Alex and Alex’s evil twin from stardew valley ngl but they’re designs are inspired by Roman typically being coloured tanner than the others. Remus dresses like he wants attention, Roman dresses like he’s a cartoon character. They’re ahoge’s are crowns cause why not?

🐍Janus: first Janus appearance. Pale, angular and blonde. The scales are now a scar that covers most of his body. (Blind and dead on that side) Still managing to slay. Even if he dresses very oddly. Tries to look rich looks lame instead. Kinda a bad person. Sorry Janus at least you still have a hat. I hate drawing hats.

☕️🍬Remy&Emile both have designs but tbh they’re pretty much entirely just ocs me and my friend made very loosely based on sander sides so idk if I’ll ever share them.

[moodymuu]

Not y’all noticing the way I draw Sig XD

Well I guys it’s obvious, plus my style hasn’t changed that much lol

Pentagon shaped face, baggy clothes, purple eyes, one antenna :3

Yes I used to be Weeping lol and moved to a different account.

But why you may ask? Imma just copy paste what I said to a person I dmed.

Main reason was because I was getting too addicted to fame and was causing me to dislike me art/low self esteem. Yes, I could have just taken a longer break, but I hated looking my account. It didn’t reflect what I liked anymore. So I have this one, where it’s main focus is my mental health, my friends, and what I personally like. Hope this is reasonable/makes sense. I’m bad at explaining my thoughts/feelings.

To sum it all, I was going down a mental spiral. Yay! I’m not completely better or might not ever be, but Im trying. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(I probably shouldn’t have internet all… but I’m stubborn so it’s my own fault :’3)

[puppyypaws]

ghost!

cg! clockwork / feminine! regressor! reader

AN: this is for ageretober day 3! i’m doing it out of order i suppose :B also, clockwork does live in slendermansion, but she’s not necessarily a proxy because she hates slenderman. i dunno, don’t think too much about it lol! i hope you enjoy reading! sfw interactions only please!

CW: a tad angsty, but it’s more hurt/comfort! use of the f word. unfortunately, i don’t know how well the creeps would be able to control their cursing lol

pitch black darkness filled your room, only a sliver of moonlight peeking through your large window. clutching your comforter, you had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

it was silly. you lived in a mansion full of less-than-friendly-looking people and you were scared of this.

earlier that night you had stood in the kitchen, making some tea before bed. you were feeling perfectly fine and perfectly big. that was until you heard a large thump come from the laundry room.

fear instantly feared your veins. usually you wouldn’t be so scared, just chalking it up to someone in the mansion being loud. however, you knew for a fact everyone was in their rooms. you were the only one down here.

fearing it may be an intruder, you grabbed the closest thing you could find to defend yourself with, your teacup. creeping into the laundry room with trepidation, you swung open the door.

no one was in there.

the shelf which held various laundry detergents was now on the ground, somehow broken off from the wall. you looked around and absolutely no one was in here.

it had to have been a ghost!

your fear instantly made your mind go fuzzy, sending you deep into your headspace. you bolted to your room, slamming the door shut and burying yourself under the covers. the ghost couldn’t see you if you couldn’t see it.

for the whole night, you couldn’t sleep. you desperately wanted your mama, knowing she would protect you from anything. however, her room was across the hall. the ghost could easily snatch you up in a second.

you whimpered, fat tears rolling down your face. you know you had to be brave. nats room was just a few seconds away, and if you brought your stuffie with you, they would protect you.

screwing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, you threw the covers off. cold air instantly met your skin, causing chill bumps to litter your legs. the grating sound of squeaky hinges made you flinch. you clutched onto your stuffie. you were fine. you could be brave.

as soon as you opened your door, nats room came into view. it was just across the hall, but it felt like it was miles away.

you made a run for it, little feet pitter pattering across the creaky wood. when you finally reached her door, your gently pushed it open. nat left her door unlocked at night in case you needed anything. you felt a little bad about disturbing her sleep but this was an emergency!

one you safely made it into her room, shutting the door behind you, you let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. you were safe now.

nats room was slightly messy, but it brought a warm comfort to you. her desk was filled with pens and colorful pencils. sketchbooks sat piled atop it, and drawings you had made her were pinned on the wall.

clothes littered her floor, even though she was very strict about your room staying clean. in the middle of the room was her bed. sheets and blankets alike were messily strewn across the mattress, and you could faintly make out a natalie shaped lump in the middle of it.

nat was a light sleeper. almost everyone in the mansion was. you tiptoed closer to her sleeping form.

“mama?” you shakily called, poking her arm ever so gently.

natalie shifted a little before opening her eyes groggily. you could tell she was a little disoriented, and then her eyes turned to you. bushy brows knitted together with concern at your weary demeanor. it wasn’t often you woke her up in the middle of the night.

“ma minouchette?” she asked, raspy voice sounded confused. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

the sound of your mamas warm, comforting voice immediately made the floodgates burst open. you had been so scared all night, and you were so small. you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep because of the supposed ghost. too many big emotions swirled in your belly, and it was too much for you.

“m scared mama,” you weakly sobbed, moving to climb into her bed. you quickly settled in her strong arms, finding your molded place on her lap.

“angel, what happened? did someone hurt you?” she asked with a dangerous tone lacing through her words.

“t-the ghost did!”

“what?” natalie asked in amusement, running her fingers through your hair.

you explained to her the story of the supposed ghost. how you were in the kitchen when you heard a loud sound come from the laundry room, but when you went to investigate nothing was there. you told her it immediately caused you to be small, and that you were so scared of the ghost you ran straight to your room.

by the time you finished explaining, natalie was biting her lip in order to hold back a smile. she didn’t want to laugh at you and embarrass you. however, sometimes you were just too cute.

“my silly girl, there’s no ghost.”

you looked up to her with wide eyes, conviction written across your face.

“mama, no one was there! the ghost made the loud sound,” you nestled deeper into her chest as you explained.

natalie hummed, pulling you closer. “it was probably one of the boys. most likely ran after they fucked up. it’s okay, angel.”

you whined, wanting to believe her but convinced it was a ghost.

“and even if it was a ghost,” she continued. “you have nothing to worry about, mon amour. you know mama will always keep you safe.”

you nodded your head, letting the wave of comfort wash over you. here, you felt safe in your mamas arms, and you knew she would let absolutely nothing get to you.

“have you slept at all tonight?” she asked gently, to which you shook your head in response.

she cooed, gently laying the both of you down. you remained cuddled up next to her. her scarred arms rubbing your back in comforting circles.

you felt your eyes grow heavy. the tic, tic, tic of her eye gently lulling you to sleep. now, you had completely forgotten about the ghost and the fear that came with it. you knew you were safe.

chapped lips were pressed against your forehead in a tender kiss. “goodnight, mon bébé.”

-

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the next morning during breakfast, ben and natalie both walked in together. the blonde sporting a black eye, and natalie looking at him with a smug look.

later on that day, ben holed up in the laundry room to begrudgingly fix the shelf he broke. he silently cursed clockwork for ratting him out.

translation from french:

ma minouchette - my little girl

mon amour - my love

mon bèbè - my baby

@cupidspup i hope it’s okay to tag you! i know you said you wanted to be tagged if i wrote anything else :B

[thought-bubble-doodly-doo]

Clown Month 2023 Day 1 (Clownsona)

I immediately lost all ability to draw well as soon as I tried to draw today, so please take this recycled asset and a few doodles as my first entry. ;;; 

Don’t you just hate when that happens?  You wanna draw so bad, but as soon as you have the time you suddenly lose all your ideas and talent.  :’( 

But I’ve had this Clownsona for a while now, so if you wanna learn more I have info about how I went creating her under the cut.  UwU.  :3c   

Clown Month is a 30 Day Drawing Challenge.  For more info or to draw along please see @clownartmonth​

Clownsona Fun Facts! 

1. Her name is Comedi-anne, because I love a good pun. 

2. I based her off the Pierrot!  The Pierrot is a sad clown archetype with its roots dating all the way back to the Commedia Del’arte!  Traditionally, it’s an all black and white clown with oversized clothes and a conical hat.  But I added a few more colors, because I thought all black and white would be boring.  At the same time, if I tried to do a more vibrant white-face clown I know I would’ve gone overboard and had no color cohesion throughout the piece.  I tried to limit myself a little with just primary color accents.  :3c  

3. Although Pierrot was her base, I did do a little pattern mixing with the diamonds and stripes.  The diamonds were inspired by the classic Harlequin look and the stripes were inspired from the pattern mixing traditionally found in the Auguste!  

4. I added the star motif before I learned that Pierrots became to be associated with the moon (cuz melancholy and emotions and whatnot).  But I like it too much to change it.  

5. The stitched heart was a hold-over from a previous persona I had.  Something pretentious I came up with about how I use art to work through wounds that never full healed or something.  Lol 

6. Originally, she wore a mask (hence the no mouth.)  Which is odd, because unlike most other Commedia Del’arte characters, the Pierrot didn’t use a mask, just whitening his face with make-up.  But I also had this pretentious idea about how art should “speak for itself,” so I made her silent.  But now I think it’s not a mask and her jaw just unhinges to show a goopy blackness like the Slenderman.  :3c  

7. July is my birthday month, so I think it’s really cool that I’m getting into clowns just in time for Clown Month.  It feels like a well-timed birthday present from God.  UwU

[azures-bazar]

Peculiar Scents

Let's be honest, almost everyone agrees that 1899!John rarely takes baths and is somewhat dirty all day long ! lol

And here is another very weird one-shot my brain managed to work with ! I wrote this between 2 coffees while on a break, please don't mind my awful mistakes ! :')

The gif can be explained later in this one-shot ! This is not a ship.

John Marston x GenderNeutral!reader

Word count : 2k

Short summary : You can’t stand it anymore. This smell is terrible ! John didn’t wash in three weeks... and you can't let him keep going.  

A/note : This is NOT A SHIP ! The reader is having a very friendly/sibling-like relationship with John Marston. I’m too much into John x Abigail (or even John x Javier), sorry :’)

Tags : cute, John is terrified of water, ancient rubber duck, flowers, bath, good and bad scents, John is always dirty, chapter 3, siblings

"No !"

John’s voice sounded across camp. You and Sean had been chasing him for over an hour to convince him to wash himself. You had first attempted to be very nice to him, gently asking him to just rub a piece of wet cloth over his body, which did not seem to work much. Sean was more brutal, carrying ropes to lasso him while John kept walking around camp to get away from the two of you. However, despite giving your best effort to convince him to clean himself a little, John was not ready to accept your request. Abigail had begged you while Arthur had given up, you kindly obliged. 

"Pa’ always stinks !" you heard Jack say almost twice a day

"I can’t walk by his tent no more." the girls had told you

"Sometimes I feel like there’s a rotting corpse in his tent !" Pearson often complained 

"I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s peeing by his bed every morning to mark his territory…" Bill usually sighed when passing by John’s tent

In fact, you were one of the first victims of his terrible smell. Your tent was right next to his, and his horrible scent of sweat could only make you feel nauseous as soon as you would wake up and while he would open his tent flaps, unleashing his body odours for at least five minutes. The two of you were always paired to go on guard duty at the same time, so it meant that you were sharing the same schedule when it came to rest in your respective tents. Dutch had firmly refused to move your quarters away from John’s, believing it would certainly enrage Ms. Grimshaw and disturb her overall organisation. He also thought it would lead other members to actively start asking the girls and Arthur to move their tents depending on their moods… and Sean would have been the first to ask for his tent to be moved closer to Lenny’s. 

As far as you could recall, John had always hated baths, and it was painfully hard to convince him otherwise. When you got inducted into the gang by Dutch, just five or six years after John, you could easily remember his smell and how bad you felt when he was too close to you, feeling nauseous most of the time. You adored him, he was the closest to a brother to you, you were always paired with him and hanged with him quite often, but his overall body odour could not make you stay near him for more than a hour without leading you to get some serious migraines. He would wash every once in a while, probably three times a month, which was a miracle considering his hatred for water in general. 

Quite often, Arthur had to hogtie him and drop him into the nearest lake or river, or even go to the closest saloon to give him a proper bath. And, indeed, John hated that. He hated being hogtied and forced into water and would never miss the opportunity to complain whenever someone would do that to him. 

"Get back here, Marston !" Sean shouted from behind you 

"I said no !" 

"Oi, ya ain’t gonna go far, we can track ya with yer bloody scent !" 

Arthur watched you pass before him with a smirk, proceeding to draw a scene of you and Sean chasing Arthur in his journal. He could feel empathy for the two of you, despite this sight was probably the most delightful comedy he had ever watched so far. He had been at your place for years, and seeing someone else have to catch Marston to give him a bath was a very nice comedy to watch ! 

"John, please !" you shouted 

"Leave me be !" 

You kept walking around camp for a while as Sean was preparing his lasso. John’s quick walk was also quite comical to watch, the way he moved his hips and arms made him look like a real clown. A dirty clown. You grumbled as John started running away from camp, quickly getting on your horse as Sean followed you, climbing on Ennis. He was ready to lasso John, who was trying his best to get away from Clemens Point by running as fast as he could. What a surprising thing to watch, just a few weeks ago, he could barely walk due to his recent scars ! 

"C’mon Marston !" Sean laughed. "Some water ain’t gonna kill ya !" 

"Leave me and my dirt alone !" Marston shouted 

"Ain’t got a chance !" you laughed 

John was not going to let anyone take him to take a bath. He hated water, he always had. Bessie had been the only one who had successfully convinced him to bathe, he would do it as soon as she would ask. However, since her passing, it had been overwhelmingly difficult to get Marston to take a bath. He was deadly scared of water, for some reason. Arthur did try his best to teach him to swim, but Marston never succeeded, nearly drowning more than once. It always took a few gang members to drag him into water by now, and you were often among these poor fellers that would be chosen to give him a bath. 

After a very short time, Sean successfully lassoed John, you went down your horse, you tied his hands in his back. He started swearing, begging you to let go, wriggling as much as he could to set himself free. You had to pinch your nose, what a terrible smell ! Even Sean, who’s overall body odour was mix between whiskey and cigarettes, smelled better than John ! 

"Yer goin’ to take a bath, Marston !" MacGuire happily said, dragging John to Ennis 

"Leave me alone !" he responded, wriggling his arms to get the rope away from his wrists 

"I can’t stand your smell anymore, John." you grumbled. "I seriously can’t. So you’re going to take a bath or…-" 

"Or what ?! I ain’t a kid no more, Y/N ! You can’t just scold me like a child ! I ain’t a…-" 

"Next time, I’ll take our boat right here and throw you into the lake so you won’t ever reach the edge of Clemens Point." 

John gasped and grumbled, nodding in shame as Sean dragged him on Ennis. You led the way to Rhodes, heading to the saloon in which MacGuire paid for John’s bath, but refused to come with you. You were going to deal with him alone, while Sean would certainly drink at the counter and probably pass out. All the work was on shoulders, but you agreed with that. You led John to the bathroom, quickly pulling his pants down. Indeed, you were going to have to get him naked, which would certainly be the hardest thing you would ever have to do. 

"H-hey !" he blushed 

"Wanna get wet clothes ?" you asked 

"No, but do you really need to undress me ?" 

"Unless you do it yourself." 

John rolled eyes. You headed to the door and locked yourself in with him, he rose his hands for you to untie them. You obliged and turned around, giving him enough privacy to undress, grumbling a little while sliding into the bathtub. The water was foamy enough for you to avoid seeing his body parts, making you feel much more comfortable. Indeed, you did not want to see John bare body, so you would not dig your hands in the warm water. You turned back, John was keeping his knees close to his chest, giving you a death stare as you approached. 

"You ain’t gonna drown here, John." you said. "Relax."

"I hate you, Y/N. I hate you and Sean." 

"No need remind me, I already know that and love you too." 

"I said I ha…-"

"Me too."  

You walked around the bathtub, looking around the shelves, picking a very peculiar yellowish form into your hands. A rubber duck, you had seen many of these on the shelves of a variety of shops, they were relatively new in stores. John could not relax, you quickly threw the rubber duck in the tub, making him gasp as water got splashed over his grumpy face. 

"What the hell is that ?!" he asked, rubbing his eyes 

"It’s a rubber duck." you answered. "I think they got these to keep children entertained." 

"Do I look like a child ?!"

You nodded with a large smile, causing John to turn shades darker. You had been aware about him being constantly belittled by Arthur, frequently being told he was a child… you even heard Hosea mention that even little Jack was far much docile !

"When you refuse to take a bath, I swear I feel like I’m having Jack right here. It’s funny, though." you laughed

"Damn." 

"It ain't my fault if you can't behave better than your four-year-old boy."

"You can't be serious right now."

You laughed and shrugged, causing Marston to sigh. You watched John looking at this strange realistic looking rubber duck while washing his hair, calmly rubbing his scalp. He quickly became obsessed with this rather strange duck you have him, not even realising anything about his current situation. It gave you more space to wash him without a single complaint. You still allowed him to do clean the bottom parts of his body, not wanting to go any further than his chest. John sighed, still keeping the duck under his arm as MacGuire knocked at the door. 

"Dead-Eye MacGuire here !" he shouted. "Open the door ! "

"Don’t let him in." John grumbled. "Please, don’t."

"If I make him stay outside, you can be sure this place will be on fire in a few minutes."

"Christ sake..." 

Marston sighed and turned his down. You went to the door and opened, making Sean break into the room. While quickly looking at him, you noticed him carrying a broom in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. 

"It’s cleaning time, Johnny !" MacGuire happily shouted 

"Wait, what ?!" 

"Let’s get this dirt out of your body, fella !" 

"Get away from me you damn creep !"

"Sean, wait…-" you gasped 

Sean happy sipped some whiskey and dropped an empty bottle on the nearby chair, allowing you to close the door behind him. John curled up into a ball as Sean started rubbing the broom on his soap-covered back. Marston groaned, painfully holding the rubber duck against him while his fists clenched on the sides of the bath. You watched Sean scrubbing John’s upper body until it was red, preparing a new set of clothes while John was screaming how much he hated you. Both of you. 

"I want you to rot in hell !!" 

Thankfully enough, Sean quickly stopped scrubbing John’s body, allowing him to leave the bath to get dressed while you were not watching. John refused to mount on Sean’s horse and decided to get on yours instead, grumbling all the way back to camp while holding your onto waist. Arthur came to greet you with a warm smile, John pushed him aside and quickly got into his tent, closing its flaps. 

"Damn, he smells much better !" Arthur said, gently patting your shoulder. "How d'you do this ?" 

"Well, we had to convince him in a rather kin…-" 

"We had to use violence, English." Sean stopped you. "Bad business. Very bad business."

Sean walked away as Arthur looked at you with wide eyes. Violence ? What kind of violence did you use ? You gently shook your head, quickly explaining that the treatment you gave to John was not as violent as Sean depicted it to be.

"Violence ?" Arthur smiled. "You really used violence ?"

"Sort of." you shrugged

When the night came, you could finally rest. No more bad smell, you could breathe without feeling like a cow had just covered John’s tent with shit ! However, as the smell was gone, you could hear John groan, and Hosea’s voice sounding inside his tent. You had seen Matthews preparing a mixture to help John’s back to heal after being scrubbed so violently by Sean, and thinking about him applying his balm on Marston made you chuckle to yourself. You could hear how painful it was for him, he kept whining each time Hosea would touch his back. 

"At least, you smell better !" Hosea said with a smile 

Yes. At least, he did. 

[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna X Reader

Part 13 Confrontation ♡♡♡ Part 14 Three Brats series m. list

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A/N: Hey guys~ sorry that I haven’t posted in the last 2 weeks! Something came up and it was really hard for me to update anything, so to make up for it, I combined 2 chapters into 1, so it’s a little longer than usual. Please remember that this is a work of fiction and that all actions done by any characters are based on realistic human emotion. With that said, enjoy!

Sukuna’s eyelids flick and flinch which causes him to wake up. The reason as to why is simply because the bed felt too warm, and that’s when he remembered all the events from last night. His heavy eyelids blink a few times when he realizes you’re also in his arms. A tiny smile pulls onto the corners of his lips as he stares down at you, and you just look so beautiful with the early blue hue of 7am shining down on your skin. His heart pounds slightly harder when he leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and if anyone were to ask him what he thinks of you, well, he’d hate to admit it but his ears would burn red while his dimples would appear. The man might not be in love yet, but he’s surely to fall, if a god would let him.

“Mmm…”

You stir in your sleep, unconsciously snuggling closer to his chest. He wonders if you’re aware of how cute you are.

“Hey,” he starts to shake you gently, “wake up.”

This time you wake up and look up at him with wide eyes. The moment you see his smiling face, yours turns hot and you quickly break free from his hold and turn your back towards him. Shit! There’s a lot of embarrassment going through your mind and you can’t believe what happened last night. Your arms come up to cover your clothed breasts while you curse at yourself silently.

Sukuna thinks it’s cute that you’re feeling shy. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you like this, but he’ll have to savor this moment another time. For now, he plans to try and confirm loose ends with you. He reaches over and draws a long line up your spine with one finger, “you’re gonna hide from me now? Don’t tell me you plan to hide forever.”

“Ugh,” you groan but a smile still crawls onto your face. With no other choice, you slowly turn back around to face him, but right as you do, he leans over and begins to attack you with soft kisses.

“Stop,” you whisper.

A string of laughter blends together and it lightens the mood drastically. Still, you back away from him and plug your nose as a joke, “I said, stop. We haven’t brushed our teeth.”

Sukuna’s mouth falls agape, but he lunges at you again, however, instead of kissing you, he snatches your hands away from your face and blows his breath into your face.

“Gross!”

You screech and grimace, though you haven’t actually smelt it. When you can no longer avoid him, you finally breathe in and smell what he’s blowing at you. Now, you’re not a weirdo, okay?! You aren’t! But… It’s actually not bad at all. His breath doesn’t smell bad, in fact, it doesn’t really smell like much.

“Oh,” you let out. You sniff even harder while there’s a disappointed look on your face. You playfully shove your nose into Sukuna’s mouth, “it doesn’t smell bad at all.”

He backs up from you and nods cockily, “maybe you’re just attracted to me. I think your pheromones say ‘yes’ to me, don’t you think?”

You immediately furrow your eyebrows at him, “uh, I don’t think that’s how it works… maybe it’s just brain chemistry?”

You choose to lay flat on your back as you stare at the ceiling and ponder. When you’re done thinking, you lol your head to the side and pout, “so, are you telling me that when I smell your natural scent and like it, I’m also releasing oxytocin or?”

Sukuna shrugs at you, “crap, I don’t know about all that shit. I didn’t exactly pay attention in school.” He lays back down and sighs, “all I can say is that I feel the same way. Your skin smells intoxicating and I like everything about you. You’re comforting.”

Your heart is doing somersaults and there’s a stupid grin on your face again, but you’re not sure if it’s appropriate for you to feel this way. You and Sukuna aren’t together, yet you’ve slept with each other. It’s natural to have some doubts, is it not? What if that whole thing was a spur of the moment due to you guys just exploding at each other? The both of you could be blind by lust and sexual attraction, but who is to say there’s more?

You may not realize it, but Sukuna can see your face visibly drop. He decides it’s best if he reassures you now, even if this stupid shit is new to him too. His big hand comes to grab yours and then he nibbles on your fingertips, “I like you. I hope you believe me.”

It’s really hard to say it back to him, because there’s still uncertainty in you, but you manage to smile just a little. Sukuna’s throat bobs up and down when you don’t respond, so you sit up in bed and avoid looking at him, “I think…” your voice trails off but you continue to speak, “I should talk to Kaede before anything goes further.”

“That’s fine with me.”

Sukuna follows your action by sitting up as well but the cool air makes his nipples perk, so you laugh at him, “you cold?”

He deadpans, “obviously. Got a shirt I can borrow?”

“None that’ll fit you,” you say as you get off the bed. You go towards the door and open it slowly to peek outside. Since no one else is awake yet, you turn back at him and offer another small smile, “I'll sneak one of my dad’s shirts for you. Is that good enough for you?”

He blinks a couple of times but then hums, “sure.”

Once you close the door behind you, you walk up the stairs with light steps. But uh… the scene is one you wish you never witnessed because their clothes are scattered on the ground… I know, it’s gross to imagine! But it’s no wonder they didn’t hear you! Your mom was getting it in as well! Ew! Seriously?! At their big age?! Ugh… You take a deep breath and hold it as you creep inside on your toes. You reach their walk-in closet with success and go in to swiftly take a shirt before running out.

By the time you make it towards the stairs, you’re back to breathing normally and you walk down with ease. “Here,” you toss the shirt at him and watch as he holds it up. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed as he checks the sizing of the shirt. After staring for a few seconds, he huffs and then puts it on. The shirt is a bit tight on him, but it compliments his muscles! You try to walk past him, but Sukuna manages to grab at your waist and pulls you towards him.

“Yes?”

You’re looking down at him with confusion but all Sukuna does is rest his chin on your abdomen while staring up at you with doe eyes. Your initial instinct is to cradle his head, but the stubborn in you fights back and you quickly step away from him to break contact.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “I got flustered.”

Sukuna just grins to himself before standing up, “it’s okay if you wanna play hard to get. I’m good at playing along, remember?”

“I wasn’t–”

You cut yourself off, since it’ll be useless to argue back. You puff up your cheeks before walking towards the window, “you should probably go before they wake up.”

Sukuna won’t let his disappointment show. He puts on a proud smile and partially sticks his lower half out the window. He turns back at you with puckered lips, “could I get a kiss, at least?”

Yeah, it seriously feels like everything is moving at the speed of light, and you understand that you’re partly to blame for that, but it’s all moving too fast. Not too long ago, you and Kazuya stopped seeing each other, just yesterday you and Sukuna talked it out, fucked and now he’s acting like everything is all sunshines and rainbows when it’s not. You’ve still got to talk to Kaede about this first and see how she feels before you continue or start anything with him. Yes, it’s hypocritical of you of all people to feel this way since you practically begged Sukuna to fuck you, but still! Now that you’re in your right mind, you want to slow things down and figure this shit out.

Regardless of these thoughts flying past your mind, you pucker your lips and lay a soft kiss against his. It’s a sweet kiss, and it makes your heart flutter like crazy, but it still feels wrong. Sukuna pulls away first and grumbles something you can’t understand before he speaks to you again, “should I tell Kaede instead?”

“No.” Your head snaps up in an instant, “no, I’ll talk to her. She’s my friend.”

Sukuna pulls at one of your cheeks, “you sure? She’s my friend too.”

“I’d like it if you refrained from saying anything. You can still meet up with Kaede, but don’t speak of this yet. I want to tell her myself, but I’m not sure when I want to do it. I want to mentally prep myself first, ya know?”

Sukuna tilts his head a bit, releases your cheek and then gives you a gentle slap. When you glare at him with seriousness, he lets out a soft laugh, “you’re cute.” His hands surrender in the air and he leans back, “alright, I won’t say a thing until you tell her.”

He gives you another quick kiss and hops out the window. As you watch him climb over the gate, it amuses you how a man like him can act so cute at times. There’s a possibility that Sukuna could be a really great actor, so…

♡ ♡ ♡

You’ve been stalling. You’ve been stalling really bad! It’s been four days and you haven’t spoken to Kaede yet. Oh, you’ve also avoided meeting Sukuna in person. One of the reasons why you’re ignoring Sukuna is because you’re just straight up embarrassed. He’s messaged you to hang out, but you keep telling him to wait. Whenever Kaede texts you, you tell her you’re busy. From your knowledge, they both hung out and ate lunch together, but Sukuna left early.

You’re actually on your way to meet up with Kaede, but you continue to pace back and forth. She wanted to meet at the mall so you could do some shopping, so you finally agreed. You see her in the distance, which makes your guilty little heartbeat quicken. She’s dressed up and looks beautiful like always while you’re dressed down. If she knew what you were going to tell her, would she still have dressed up?

You hate to say it but is this really worth losing a friendship over? Is Sukuna worth losing a friend? There’s a possibility that Kaede might not even care but the better half of you already knows the outcome. All there’s left to do is accept the pain and hurt that you’ll receive in the long run because going back to Sukuna means opening a bandaged wound. Even if you yourself think it’s ridiculous to choose love over friendship, your mind becomes hazy with the memory of Sukuna’s rare loving red hues, which makes the selfish side of you want to tune out all of your morals.

“Y/n!”

Kaede strops brushing her fingers through her hair and quickly waves you down while she steps towards you, “good, you’re here! I’ve been trying to get a one-on-one with you for forever now.”

She eagerly loops her arm through yours and tries to drag you forward with her but your feet stay planted to the ground, making it hard for her. Her lips form into a small frown at your resistance and right as she’s about to question you, you speak up.

“Kaede, before we do anything, I have something to say.” You shut your eyes, since you can already feel the impending doom that’s to come. “You might not want to see me after I tell you this, though…”

She changes her stance but still has her arm looped through yours. When she stares at you a little longer, her smile falters, “why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Guilty.” The curiosity in her voice settles into something more stern, “did something happen?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Based on your seriousness and the gloomy aura emitting from you, Kaede figures she should be a bit more serious. She slips her phone into her back pocket and decides to focus on you, “oh no, did you and Kazuya break up?”

Shit, she still hasn’t gotten the hint. You stand taller, “we never started, but that’s a part of it.”

“Don’t let Sukuna know.” She exhales dramatically with wide eyes, “he’ll go berserk.”

Your voice wavers with anticipation, but you speak anyway.

“That’s the thing, Kaede. Sukuna knows.”

Kaede’s body immediately stiffens, and she finally unloops her arm from you. She takes a couple of steps back as her eyebrows pull down, “what? Why am I the last to find out?”

“Kaede,” you clear your throat and avoid her eyes, choosing to look down, “this is about Sukuna.”

“What about him?” There’s a horrible feeling that’s brewing in the pit of Kaede’s stomach based on your body language, but she decides to turn a blind eye to her intuition. She forces on a smile, “I noticed that you two weren’t getting along well. Don’t tell me you guys stopped being friends. I really like him.” She makes sure that the end of her statement sounds firm, almost like a warning.

Boom. There’s the first pang in your chest. You lift your head to look at her, “you really like him?”

“Yes, I do.” Kaede confirms everything with a sweet stone look on her face. “I like him a lot, so I’m really hoping that you two are still on good terms.”

Shit. What the fuck are you supposed to do now? This would’ve been solved if you weren’t so stupid all the time, but you can’t help who you are. While you’re searching for the most appropriate words, Kaede’s eyes narrow on you.

“Why are you so quiet?”

“You’re making it really hard for me to say this,” you admit in a cowardly tone.

Kaede waits for the bunch of people walking by to get past you guys before continuing the conversation. When there aren’t a bunch of strangers to listen in, she opens her mouth.

“Say what? Just spit it out.” Her smile towards you is becoming more and more artificial, “you’re making me nervous.”

Due to nervousness, you begin to fiddle with your phone, “I like Sukuna, too. I didn’t realize it until–”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She cuts you off before you can finish and scoffs, “you like him?”

Her usual friendly eyes are now staring daggers at you and you swallow your pride, choosing to stand tall. You speak with a clear voice, “please don’t look at me like that.”

“How could I not? I’ve asked you time and time again if you liked him and all you ever did was deny. Now you’re telling me that you like him?” Another scoff comes from her mouth, but this time it’s more sarcastic, “this better be some kind of joke.”

“It’s not a joke, Kaede. I’m serious.”

She waves her arms in the air out of frustration, “how did this happen?”

“I started realizing my feelings a little after we kissed.”

Her head snaps towards you instantly, “you two kissed?!” She points her finger at herself, “behind my back?”

You already knew how this would play out, so why does it still hurt? You step towards her, maybe as a way to feel closer to her again, “it wasn’t my intention to kiss him that night. I– I asked him to take me to a party so I could meet someone.”

When you see her judgmental eyes, you speak quicker, “I wasn’t sure about Kazuya, so I wanted to test something out. After a few drinks, we were both drunk and ended up kissing.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneak,” Kaede laughs at you while fanning herself, “doing this behind both mine and Kazuya’s back. Tell me, why wasn’t I invited?”

“I–”

“You planned this all along, that’s why I wasn’t aware.”

The way she speaks about you to your face hurts like hell. You understand why she’s hurt, but how could she speak to you like this? It was never your intention.

“You act like I meant to do it!” You snap, now glaring at her as well. “I felt horrible the next day because I knew that you liked Sukuna, and I thought he liked you back, so I asked him to keep quiet about it. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Kaede. I really didn’t think I’d like someone like him.”

By now there are tears welling in Kaede’s eyes. She sniffles softly, “no, you were trying to save face. I never thought you’d be this kind of person, y/n.”

“I’m not!”

“But you are!”

Kaede steps up to you and continues to glare with all her might, even if the tears are falling down her face. And gosh, you look like the worst kind of person right now because there are no tears coming from you. She must be questioning whether you were ever really her friend. Another tear falls, “what else happened, huh?”

Oh shit. How long have you been holding your breath for? You only realized now because you finally let out a breath to breathe, “why are you so upset? Did you two do anything?”

The way she’s reacting has you doubting everything Sukuna’s ever told you. Why else would she be so upset?

Kaede shoves you back weakly, “no, but you knew I liked him! What else happened between you two?” She quickly glances around to make sure there are no prying eyes and then resumes, “he liked me, I was sure of it.”

There you go again, not knowing what to say. The truth is you’re a bad person for sleeping with him when you knew it wasn’t right.

She releases you, “stop getting quiet on me. You seduced him, didn’t you? You seduced him!”

Fine, you’ll just suck it up. This time you swallow down the lump in your throat and look right into her eyes, “I didn’t do anything. He came to me, Kaede. All those times when he and I almost parted, he always came back to me.”

She begins to wipe her eyes with her slender fingers and finally backs away from you, “you two had sex, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me.”

Kaede sees how your jaw tightens at her accusation and it’s enough to confirm everything. You turn away because you can’t bear to see her reaction.

“Yes, we did…”

Her breathing hitches, “and was he satisfied? Did he say he was?”

Why would she bother asking these kinds of questions? It’s only going to add fuel to the fire. There’s such a heavy weight in your chest that it feels almost impossible to breathe. How the hell are you supposed to answer her? As if possessed, you speak without thinking.

“He didn’t need to, Kaede.”

Like a ticking time bomb finally exploding, her face turns red and she shouts.

“You’re a whore! I hate you! How could you, y/n? How could you do this to me?”

You reach out for her hands, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Just leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.” She snatches her hand back from you, “if you thought I’d give you my blessing, you thought wrong. I hope your relationship is fickle and shallow.”

“Kaede.”

“Fuck off.”

She storms past you, not giving you a chance at saying any more. Fortunately, she asked to meet up at a time when there aren’t a lot of people, so no one saw or heard your argument just now, but it still made you feel like shit. As soon as she’s gone, the waterworks decide to start and now you’re full on crying. Because you’re still in public, you’re trying your hardest to hide your face, but it doesn’t stop the fact that you’re crying. Kaede was one of your longest friendships and now it’s all gone because of what. Did you seriously just let a man ruin your friendship? Should you crawl back and beg for forgiveness? But something about Sukuna keeps you captivated… You’re really just a dumbass that’s blinded, aren’t you?

The ride back home isn’t a pleasant one. Your mind is clouded with thoughts and concerns of what to do and what’s to come afterwards. You haven’t replied back to Sukuna either. The only thing you told him was that you were meeting with Kaede and that’s all.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna clicks the power button on his phone for the nth time and groans when he doesn’t see any text notifications. Just how long are you going to sulk over having to fess up? He’s 100% sure you’ll back out today and will just end up shopping with Kaede. Sukuna glances over at Satoru and clicks his tongue, “quit checking for scratches on your bike.”

They’re both sitting outside in the front yard of his place with the gate left open. Satoru’s motorcycle is parked on the stone ground while the white bag filled with a variety of snacks and drinks lay on the freshly cut grass.

Satoru whines softly and circles his motorcycle once more, “you don’t understand, man. Once you get a bike, you’ll be just as paranoid as me.”

“That’s your seventh time checking though.” Sukuna kneels down and his fingers graze over the smoothness of the motorcycle’s paint, “why did you come to my place anyway?”

“I don’t know. I was bored.” He gently pokes at Sukuna’s cheek, “how are you and y/n?”

Sukuna smacks Satoru’s hand away from his face and shrugs, “we’re alright, so stop asking.”

Satoru shuts up and studies Sukuna’s expression. He looks at his body language and then his eyes go wide; so wide that his eyeballs might roll out. His mouth falls open while an exaggerated sound comes out and then he slaps his hand over his own mouth.

Sukuna sneers at him, “what?”

“You guys fucked.”

When Sukuna looks away, Satoru lets out an excited squeal and playfully rolls his eyes, “how long have you both had this kind of relationship, hm?” He continues to poke fun at Sukuna, “why are you quiet? Oh! Don’t tell me… since that night?! That party, the one she got wasted at.”

“No,” Sukuna grumpily answers back. He groans to himself and pulls out a cigarette, “we kissed that night, but she felt bad about it, so it caused us to drift apart.”

Satoru nods his head along like this is the first he’s hearing of it. I mean, he already knew. He’s a genius at reading people and he knows how to read a room. If anything, he’s always known, because he isn’t stupid. It’s just more fun to pretend like you’re clueless, so he plays along and hums softly, acting like all of this is shocking news.

“Wow, I had no idea at all,” he lies.

“Yeah well, I went to return her necklace a few days ago and we just exploded at each other. After getting everything out, we kind of just… fell into each other.”

Satoru snickers, “so, you fucked.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great! I was wondering when you’d make a move.” Satoru draws out a sigh and decides it’ll be fun to keep playing around, so he taunts Sukuna a little more, “if the both of you were gonna keep ignoring one another, I was just gonna say ‘fuck it’ and make a move on her first, since you weren’t.”

Sukuna’s red orbs stab into Satoru while his fingers flick the ash off his cigarette, “the fuck did you just say? You like y/n or what?”

Satoru’s grin grows more sinister as Sukuna continuously falls into his trap, “not at all. Y/n isn’t my type, but I was willing to make an exception.”

Sukuna’s hand raises and he holds his cigarette towards Satoru’s neck, a silent little threat, “don’t get any funny ideas.”

The taller man sighs at his grumpy friend because he’s truly a dummy. The guys in love and he doesn’t even see it. He doesn’t even have to bet anything to know that Sukuna most likely thinks he only has a crush on you. It’s just so fucking obvious. Regardless, he won’t press any further.

“I’m just kidding, jeez! You’re always so serious!” Satoru sticks out his tongue and stands straight from squatting. His long arms stretch out and flex, “can you go inside and ask your chef to make me something yummy?”

His nose scrunches in annoyance, “just eat the junk you brought over.”

“But I want real food right now,” he sulks.

“Then go ask her yourself, dumbass. I ain’t your fucking slave.”

“Gosh, you’re so mean to me.” Satoru sticks his nose up high and turns his head away from Sukuna, “I’ll be right back.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to watch Satoru go inside. Instead, he pulls his phone back out and checks for any texts again. Still nothing, damn. His eyes flick onto the motorcycle and he begins to touch the motorcycle with a blank face. He’s always wanted one, but he thought it’d be no use to him. The reason is because he likes traveling on foot, by train, bus etc. It helps him feel connected to the world because that way, he’s still surrounded by people.

Out of nowhere, a hand slaps down onto his shoulder and it makes him flinch. Sukuna’s hand quickly retracts from the bike and he looks up at the intruder with viscous eyes. They soften the moment he recognizes who it is.

“Oh shit, you scared me.”

Kaede chuckles sweetly at him and pulls her hand back, “that’s a first.”

He watches her dust off her skirt before squatting down to sit beside him. Sukuna raises a concerned brow at her, “did you need something? You should’ve called me beforehand.”

“Sukuna–”

Ah, that’s when he remembers. He cocks his head a bit, “weren’t you supposed to be with y/n?”

The mention of your name leaves a bitter taste in Kaede’s mouth. It makes her feel gray inside and her hands clench into a small first, “would you let me talk?”

“My bad, go on.”

She wastes no time on getting to the point, “did y/n seduce you?”

Sukuna rubs the tip of his cigarette into the ground, “would you be more specific?”

“I like you, Sukuna.” Kaede’s smile drops and scoots closer to Sukuna with a look of sadness, “I thought our feelings were mutual, with all those moments that we flirted. We’ve gone to places and eaten together on multiple occasions all without y/n, Sukuna. We’ve held hands at times and…” her voice breaks down as she loses the last of her confidence, “don’t you like me?”

Sukuna removes his gaze from her and turns back to look at his house. When it’s clear that Satoru won’t be back for a while, he nods, “as a friend, yes.”

She shakes her head at him, “couldn’t it be possible that you’re mistaking your feelings towards y/n for lust?” Kaede notes how Sukuna’s expression changes and she scoffs softly, “you both had sex, right?”

So, she knows. You fessed up. That’s great, actually.

Sukuna smiles in a not so obvious way, “we did.” Gosh, it feels so fucking good to finally get it out. His head bobs up and down like he’s confirming it still, “I like her, Kaede. I’ve always liked her.”

Fat, thick tears roll down her pale cheeks, “so why did you string me along? Did I wrong you in any way?”

“Not at all.” Sukuna wipes her fallen tears with one of his thumbs, “at the time, y/n told me that she was into Kazuya, and she didn’t want to hurt you, so she told me to give you a chance. I tried, Kaede, but I couldn’t forget about her.”

“You never gave me a chance.”

Sukuna’s sparing tone becomes more stern, “Kaede.”

She chooses to ignore him and grabs his hand, “give me a fair chance. Forget about y/n today and give me all of your attention.”

Sukuna uses his other hand to grab Kaede’s and he gently pulls her off of him, “Kaede, I think you should leave before you do something stupid. You’re better than this, come on.”

Kaede’s lips continue to tremble as she tries to calm herself, “why are you doing this to me? You know that I like you.”

Disappointment runs through Sukuna’s veins through and through. He knows where this is headed, he’s not dumb. It sucks because he does think Kaede is a great friend, she’s a different kind of fun, but he knows he’ll lose her as a friend after today. His head falls forward because a part of him does feel bad, even with his shallow little heart, but he has to do what’s needed. After letting a couple of seconds pass, he grabs her by the side of her upper arms and pulls her up with him to stand on her feet.

“Respect yourself and don’t stoop so low,” Sukuna says carefully. He doesn’t like to see pretty girls cry, it doesn’t make him feel all that great, but he wishes she could respect herself a little more because she’s a great person that’s just a little blinded by love, that’s all. Kaede begins to hiccup as she cries and he gently rubs her head to help sooth her, “I’m a trash guy, Kaede. You’ll find someone better.”

Kaede sniffles her nose and looks up at him again with new tears, “but I don’t care about that stuff. That fact is that I like you.”

“I think you should go, sweetheart. If that’s all you came here for, then you should leave.”

He stays firm with himself and it completely shatters Kaede’s heart. She knows the pet name he used is just to cushion the rejection, but it hurts like hell. And honestly, she has every right to be upset and heartbroken, because for months he strung her along. Sukuna played with her feelings and then crushed her heart right in front of her, so of course she’d feel this way.

Kaede stumbles back a few steps and glares at him with pure hatred, “you’re jerks. All of you.”

Sukuna’s lips twitch to say something but she aggressively wipes her tears and spins around to stomp through the gates. His vision stays on her figure until she completely disappears. “Fucking hell,” Sukuna silently mutters to himself. What a headache.

“That was quite the confrontation.”

Satoru’s voice sings out from behind and he’s carrying a plate of fresh food with him. Sukuna’s previous expression morphs into confusion while his stomach growls from the savory smell, “how did she make nikujaga so quick?”

Satoru grins like a child, “when I went inside, she was already preparing lunch so I guess I got lucky.” He gently glares at Sukuna and holds the plate closer to his chest, “I’m not getting you a plate, so go get one yourself.”

“Can’t I just pick off your plate?”

“No!”

A subtle breeze blows past the two as they sit on the bench outside and feast. One of his employees had followed them to the yard so he could collect the dishes when they were done, but Sukuna waved him off and told them to leave for the day after cleaning. Since it’s usually just Sukuna home, he’d usually just send them back home after they did some chores and then he’d go and venture outside carelessly.

Satoru pats his bloated stomach and burps out loud, “that was delish!” He shimmies his shoulders to express his happiness and then pouts, “anyway, back to Kaede. How dare she say we’re all jerks!” His head violently whips towards Sukuna, “what did I do to her?!”

Sukuna plops his plate down on top of Satoru’s, “you’re just a bystander caught up in the drama, I guess.” He lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh at Satoru’s offended expression and hooks his arm around his neck and pulls him closer, “what’s it matter to ya anyway, hmm?”

Satoru’s feelings are not hurt by any means. He’s just a little bummed that he now has one less person to bother, so he uses his forearm to shove Sukuna off of him and copies what you always do. He holds his nose up high and mighty with an over-the-top snobby frown, “you’ve taken away another one of my joys. I’ll have to come bother you more often since you chased Kaede away.”

“I’m sure she’ll come around once she gets over this.”

“Doubt that.”

“Damn, you think so?”

Satoru raises his eyebrows, “oh my god, you’re helpless…”

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s already dark now. He sent Satoru home a long time ago yet there’s still no response from you. He only sent you two messages all day but you haven’t read them. It’s really making him worry, even when he knows you’ll be fine, so he puts on his shoes and gets in the car that’s waiting for him.

When he pulls up in front of your house, he waves his chauffeur off and then jumps up to climb over the gate after making sure the coast is clear. He sees that your bedroom lights are off, so he’s a bit concerned if you’re even home. If you aren’t, then he’ll just wait for you in your room. With impatient fingers, he checks to see if your window is unlocked. Fortunately it is.

He shuts the window behind him and examines everything in your room all while listening for your parents. It’s faint, but he can hear them watching tv in the living room. At first he thinks you might be with them, but then he sees the lump that is you under the blanket.

“Y/n?” he quietly calls out. “I’m here. I hope you don’t mind that I’m here.”

You’re unresponsive, just like your texts. Despite the serious and gloomy situation, he finds you cute. His lips twitch into a soft grin and he crosses his arms over his chest, “that’s you under the sheets, right? Are you just not going to answer me?”

Still no answer.

“Fine, be that way.”

With that said, Sukuna removes his shoes, grabs the blanket and jumps right under with you. He pulls the blanket over both of your heads and lets his eyes adjust to the darkness.

You frown at the sight of him, “why did you crawl under?”

“To see you.”

His tone of voice is way too cute for this kind of setting. In fact, he doesn’t sound fazed at all.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “for what?”

Sukuna shuffles closer towards you and flutters his eyes, even though you can’t really see it well, “because I missed you and wanted to see your pretty face.” His hands come up to cup your face but he’s taken back when your cheeks are damp. His smile drops slightly, “are you crying?”

You don’t mean to laugh but it comes out softly anyway because he’s so stupid, “no, my eyes are sweating.”

“That’s funny.” His thumbs continue to wipe at your cheeks, “never heard that excuse before.”

You turn your face slightly to avoid his touch, “why are you wiping them?”

“I always do.” Sukuna’s voice is even gentler as he speaks to you. “I’ll always wipe your tears away, y/n, so cry all you want.”

While the wounds in your chest ache, those shameless butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter at his corny words. Despite wanting to cry more, another reluctant fit of giggles came out, “you’re so unoriginal. Now no tears are coming out.”

Sukuna nods, “good, I hoped that would happen. I’ll always be here to stop your tears, too. When you’re ready to come out and face me in the light, let me know. I’ll come out with you.”

“You don’t have to stay under.”

His smile drops, but he’s still in a playful mood, “I want to, stupid.” He gently knocks the top of your head with his knuckles.

“Okay,” you whisper.

You have to admit that it feels nice having him by your side. There’s just something so comforting about Sukuna, even with all the red alarms that go off around him. You don’t fully understand what it is about him that has you so wrapped around his fingers, but it’s making you cherish all the wrong things; and even when you know that, you can’t seem to care about anything other than him as of lately. Of course, there’s still that guilty feeling that looms over you, but a part of you just wants to be selfish. You want to be with him all alone. You want him all to yourself. Does that make you bad or are you just human?

As you lay there and drown in your thoughts, your mind runs through every scenario that you and Sukuna could’ve been. If you had just been honest with yourself from the beginning then you’d probably have happier moments than now. A good fifteen-twenty minutes pass before you finally tap his arm. When you do, Sukuna lifts the blanket off of both your heads and desperately breathes the fresh air.

“Finally. It was getting stuffy under there.”

You feign annoyance and scowl at him, “you didn’t have to, asshole.”

“I wanted to, for you.” When he’s done breathing in all the air he needs, he tilts his head back towards you, “Kaede came to talk to me.”

You’re not in the mood to talk about it much, but it’s better to face things head on so it’s over faster. You flip onto your back and look up at the ceiling, “I figured.”

“She was very upset. Was it hard for you?”

Is he seriously asking you this? You blow raspberries at no one in general, “well, it didn’t feel good to crush her feelings. It sucks losing a friend.”

Sukuna snuggles into your bed and gets comfortable while asking, “want to throw me away instead and get her back?”

“No…” you say without much thought. When you realize your answer, you quickly try to back yourself up, “even if I dumped you and went crawling back to her, she’d never take me back.”

You recall your previous text messages to your other friends today and your heart stings all over again. You messaged them hours ago and the reason why was because you wanted to get in touch with Kaede after she stormed off on you, but no one has responded. It’s obvious that they’ve read your messages though. Your chin trembles with your lips, “none of my other friends have responded to me, so I assume she told them that I snatched you away from her.”

He wants to be serious about this, he really does but… his priority is cheering you up. Sukuna holds his chin and acts like he’s in thought, “she isn’t exactly wrong…”

A loud scoff comes from you after hearing him and you can’t believe your ears. You already know that you’re in the wrong, does he have to rub it in?

“Way to make me feel like shit.” You smack his arm, “get out, I don’t want to see your face.”

Once you begin to push him away, he firmly grabs your wrists with a smug grin, “I’m kidding, y/n.” With one swift move, he pulls you on top of him and then releases you. With one hand, he pushes your hair out of your face and smiles up at you with crescent eyes, “you’re cute when you’re sulking. I’ll hold you until you feel better.”

He pinches one of your cheeks and then you scoot down lower to lay your head on his chest, “it really sucks. I understand why she’s hurt, but it’s not like I intended for this to happen.” You clench a fist and lightly but violently pound down onto his shoulder, “you’re such a curse, Sukuna.”

Your statement makes him laugh out loud and you really enjoy the sound of it. You love how you can feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest.

Sukuna places his left hand over the back of your head and pretends like he’s holding his heart, “ouch, I’m wounded by your words.” When you’re finally laughing with him, he pats your head affectionately, “you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You lift your head up from his chest and stare at him, “you think I’ll be slandered online?”

Sukuna shakes his head at you, “nah, she’s not that kind of person. We know her, halfie. I think she’s just hurt, but she’ll get over it. She and I never did anything, so I don’t understand why she’s so hurt about it.”

“You strung her along,” you say in a dead tone.

“Because you wanted me to,” he replies in the same way.

You cannot help the fact that you roll your eyes at Sukuna for his smart answers. “Fuck,” you groan, “everything is because of me. I’m a horrible person. Look at me, I’m laying here with you while she’s out there crying her heart out.”

His warm hands come up to hold your face once more and he gently boops your nose, “you’re my horrible person.”

Ugh, he’s so fucking cringy. You scowl at him for the nth time and lay back down on his chest, “can you shut the fuck up and just hold me?”

“Anything you want, doll.”

Without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his heart. Initially, he wanted to come here to check on you and confirm what you were and where you both stood, but he thinks he can wait until you feel better. Until you’re ready, because he can tell that you’re not ready to speak about it. Sukuna’s patience will always be lenient with you and only you.

His long fingers run through your hair at a set rhythm as a way to continue soothing you while his right arm stays wrapped around your waist. His way of soothing you is probably working because you’ve been so quiet. If anything, he thinks you might’ve fallen asleep. To test the theory, he halts all movement and waits for you to say something or complain. Oh, nothing.

Sukuna gently shakes you and speaks in a hushed tone, “Y/n? You fall asleep on me or something?”

Wow, you just hate responding to him today, don’t you? It’s obvious that you fell asleep, so he carefully lifts you off of him and lays you down on your side. Sukuna slowly lifts the blanket from him and goes towards your door with light footsteps. He locks the door to ensure he won’t be found out about just in case your parents ever decide to try and come in and then moves to lock your window.

He gives your head a soft caress, “sweet dreams, doll.”

Sukuna crawls under the blanket again and gives your cheek a quick kiss before he holds you again.

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s really tough when you lose all contact with your friends. Everyone is either making excuses to not hang out with you or they’re just straight up ignoring you whenever you text them. It’s clearly obvious that Kaede spilled the beans about you to them, so you’re being shunned. Yes, you knew this was coming the second you kissed Sukuna that night, but you just can’t stop. The only one by your side is Sukuna, but you’re not dating. You’re too nervous to make things official with him so he hasn’t pestered you about it. You’re still kissing… still fucking. Yeah, yeah, you know! It’s another bad way to start something but you’re still ashamed of what you did to Kaede, so getting into a relationship with him right away is like you bragging while stomping all over her. It’s practically you dangling him in front of her face, even though she’s blocked you on everything. The friends that no longer hang out with you still follow you on all of your socials, so word would still get around. That’s another reason why you haven’t updated or posted anything. You’ve just been rolling around with Sukuna and you hope he’s not hurt that you don’t want to be in an official relationship yet.

Today is another one of those days. He’s been sneaking over and spending the night more frequently, even when you tell him he can’t. Well, it’s not like you’re really trying to kick him out either, so you can’t complain. Anyway, you’re trying to enjoy your sleep but it’s kind of hard with Sukuna breathing down your neck. From the way he’s breathing, you know he’s awake.

Sukuna shoves his head into the crook of your neck and takes another whiff. He woke up earlier but he wasn’t sure if he should wake you or not. He has a morning issue right now but it feels a bit wrong to touch you in your sleep, so he’ll just have to deal with blue balls. His eyes close again so he can focus on falling back to sleep, but he just can’t. He loves the way your skin smells, so he nuzzles his nose into your neck and inhales slowly.

“That tickles.” You finally give up the act and turn to face him, “just how long are you going to sniff me for? I can’t possibly smell that good.”

“Oh, but you do.” A low chuckle rumbles from Sukuna, “I tell you this all the time, doll.”

“Whatever,” you move your hand and go to graze his hardened dick, “I woke up because something hard was pressing up against me. Can’t you learn how to control your hormones?”

Sukuna’s face leans closer to yours while a sinister smile curves onto his lips, “how could I, when you’re right in front of me?”

Your mouth gapes at him, “Sukuna, it’s like five in the morning.”

“All the better. They’re still asleep.”

Anyone in their right minds would know not to do these kinds of things while other people are in the house. You shouldn’t even be going this far with Sukuna because you’re not together; also because it’s too early in general to do this with him. You should still be mourning over your lost friendship, but the greed in you has taken over. Yes, you do feel bad for Kaede, but for some reason that you can’t help, all that matters to you in this world right now are you and Sukuna.

Sukuna’s lips collide against yours and you instantly melt into the kiss like a fool. You fall for his kisses every time and they always feel so good, even when you say they don’t. You enjoy the thrill of the rush, the excitement and the way your heart pounds so fast. You want to bask in it all.

He pulls you on top of him and groans when you automatically straddle him. He can feel the warmth of your cunt resting on his crotch and he thinks you’re such a fucking bitch. You were wet this whole time, fucking minx. You’re still fighting for dominance in the kiss while trying to keep quiet, but the blood is rushing to your brain. You can’t really think straight, if you’re being honest.

“Don’t break my heart,” you whisper against his mouth.

“It’s my heart we should be worrying about,” Sukuna rasps. “I think I’m going into cardiac arrest, doll.”

You click your tongue and give his chest a gentle slap, “you’re always so dramatic,” you murmur fondly.

He shakes his head and holds your gaze, “I mean it.”

Reluctantly, you place your hand over Sukuna’s chest and gasp. “Holy shit.”

The way his heart beats so fast would have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. You retract your hand from him and try to fall over to the side but his arms hold you in place. He shows you a crooked grin, “where ya’ going?”

“Don’t want you dying on me,” you say with a playful attitude.

Sukuna visibly frowns at you but he’s not about to beg you for some sex, so he just sighs for a loss and shrugs, “alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can touch yourself if you want.”

He titters to himself at that, “nah, I just might pounce on you if I do.” Sukuna sticks his tongue out at you as you turn your back towards him. Once he’s made sure that you’ve fallen back asleep, he searches for his phone and scrolls through social media. At first he’s on youtube watching god knows what, then he ends up on tiktok. Since he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, he makes sure that the volume is barely on but sometimes he can’t contain his cackling. Each time he laughs a bit too loud, he peeks over at you to make sure you’re still asleep. He’s already starting to feel sleepy again when his phone suddenly dings.

Kaede: Hey, Sukuna. I know you probably don’t want to see me right now and that it’s been a while, but I was wondering if we could talk. -6:42am

Shit. Sukuna pushes himself off the bed with his forearms and leans over to check if you’re really still asleep. Based on the way you’re breathing so lightly and the subtle snores, he knows you’re in a deep slumber. What time is it? He checks the time and it’s almost seven.

Sukuna: It’s early. Couldn’t we talk at a later time? It’s cold right now and nothing is open. -6:44am

Kaede: I don’t have time later today. Just meet me at my house, if you will. -6:44am

Sukuna: Can’t promise we can talk for long, then. You cool with that? -6:45am

Kaede: That’s fine. -6:47am

Sukuna carefully lifts the blanket off of himself and lazily slips his shoes on. After he’s done, he shuffles around the bed and places an innocent kiss on your temple, “sweet dreams, doll.”

He doubts you’ll even notice he’s gone but whatever. He’s trying to be as quiet as ever when lifting your window, and he’s holding his breath the whole time he’s doing it. The second he makes it out of your house, he exhales and slides the window down, making sure it’s not closed all the way so he can sneak back in later. The way he’s acting makes him feel like a criminal, which is kind of funny, but that’s also whatever.

The walk to Kaede’s house is a long one, so he whips out his phone and calls Yuuma and tells him where to meet up. Gosh, why the hell are mornings so fucking cold for? Sukuna swears his balls have shriveled up by now. He rubs his hands together for warmth but the moment he sees Yuuma’s car, he speed walks towards it and gets in.

“Good morning, Sukuna.” Yuuma’s speech is broken and awkward as it’s wrong for him to call on Sukuna informally, but the man has ordered him to do so, so what else can he do. “Will I be taking you home?”

Sukuna yawns for like, the hundredth time, and shakes his head firmly, “no, you remember where Yamamoto Kaede resides, correct?”

“Yes, sir– Sukuna…”

The older man is tripping over his tongue at the mistake he’s made but it earns him the low rumble of laughter from Sukuna, which eases his mind. He laughs along with Sukuna as he begins to drive to said destination.

“Will I be taking you home as well? If so, I can wait outside until your affairs are done.”

Hmm… Sukuna has no clue what else Kaede might want to talk about, so he’s unsure of how long it’ll actually take. While it’d be useful for Yuuma to wait outside her house, he’d feel bad for the older man if he had to wait a while. Usually, Sukuna wouldn’t give a flying shit, but deep inside, he’s got a soft spot for Yuuma, so… He shakes his head yet again, “no, it’s fine, thank you. If I need a ride, I’ll call for someone else.”

Yuuma’s groggy eyes widen with surprise and he takes his eyes off the road for a split second, “are you sure? I don’t mind waiting.”

“Eyes on the road,” Sukuna says sternly. “I know your wife is waiting for you at home. She’s almost due, is she not?”

“Uh, yes… about that–”

“I’m not an idiot, Yuuma. I understand that you’ll need time off when the baby is born, so I shall grant you that. It’s not something that concerns me much, that’s why I haven’t called for you as often. If that was your concern, then rest easy.”

Lowkey, it eases Sukuna’s mind that his most tense employee’s shoulders finally relax when he’s told that he can. It makes him feel like less of a villain. Yeah, they’ve come a long way. Feels like yesterday he was beating on Yuuma, demanding him to buy cigarettes and liquor while he was still underage… But after Yuuma would buy it, Sukuna would patch him right back up! So it’s kind of okay, right? Right???

♡ ♡ ♡

Knock knock knock…

Sukuna’s knuckles tap the cold glass and he waits a couple of seconds before he eventually sees the curtains slide open. The bedroom lights are off, but the outside has lightened up a lot from when he first came out, so he can see her clearly. She’s barefaced, as expected, and she’s got a vintage themed nightgown on. There’s not a smile on her face and she doesn’t greet him with friendly eyes like she used to. Completely understandable.

Kaede slowly reaches her hands out and she presses the pads of her fingers against the glass to slowly lift the window up. She steps aside so Sukuna can crawl in and then shuts it again.

Fucking shit… it’s awkward as hell. That’s how she feels. For all she knows, Sukuna probably doesn’t sense anything at all. He might not even feel weirded out about the whole thing, since he didn’t mind meeting up.

“You can sit on the bed if you want.”

Kaede’s head follows him as he makes his way to the bed. While she chooses to stand, he sits on the edge comfortably but still hasn’t said anything. She chews on her bottom lip as she contemplates what to say.

“You called me here, so talk.”

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you the way I did.”

Why is she apologizing to him? One of Sukuna’s eyes twitched, “you have nothing to be sorry for, Kaede.”

Part of her wants to ask about you because she’s genuinely curious, but seeing Sukuna in the flesh again makes her mind go blurry. She grips the fabric of her nightgown with a tight fist and decides to give up all of her pride. Every little thing about Sukuna drives her over the edge and she just can’t seem to stop liking him, even after he so coldly rejected her heart. She tried to delete all of the photos and videos they’ve taken together but her fingers just kept hovering above the delete button. It was too hard to erase such joyful memories… if anything, she’s the true victim of it all. You both played her like she was a fool, but she only has herself to blame for wearing her heart on her sleeves.

It’s been a while since she’s looked at them, so Kaede holds her phone and stares at the gallery again whilst Sukuna sits quietly by himself. There are lots without you, since you were so busy stringing Kazuya along all those months ago. An unstable smile is all she can give as she scrolls higher and higher.

Kaede’s personal favorite photo is this one. She can’t remember why you weren’t there, but she and Sukuna went back to the amusement park. The same one they first met at. They spent all day waiting in long lines and eating either overly sweet or savory foods, and not once were you mentioned. It must’ve been around the time you started distancing yourself, then. Back to the photo… It’s one that she took on her own phone while they sat in the cramped photobooth, so her phone is also reflected in the picture screen. She cherishes this photo so much because he seems so relaxed. It’s candid photos of him, but they’re still cute regardless. They’re sitting shoulder to shoulder while her phone is positioned next to her face. She’s smiling and making cute faces in each of the photos while he’s smiling from ear to ear as he messes with the provided filters. Like always, Sukuna’s hair is loosely gelled back in a messy manner but that’s what makes him so sexy, along with his charisma.

It’s different today. Soft, fluffy and down; a rare sight indeed. It’s not like she’s never seen this side of him, but his duality is also his allure. It keeps you on your toes; makes you wonder what else there is to discover about him.

Kaede lays her phone down and stares at him again. Her voice is low, almost inaudible. “My parents aren’t here.”

Sukuna lifts his head slowly and raises an eyebrow at her, “what?”

He heard her, he has good ears. Just, what? The hell would she say that for? Sukuna scowls, “if they weren’t here, then you should have said I could use the front door.”

She ignores him. Instead, she grabs the fabric of her dress and tightens her fists while she swallows another large lump. Kaede pushes herself off the wall and strides towards Sukuna with a look of determination. When his head is fully lifted to look at her properly, she pulls the dress up and off over her head, revealing her own full nudity.

The moment Sukuna sees her, he turns his head away, though it’s too late. He’s seen it all. The rejection causes another painful sting to Kaede’s heart, but she continues her action by coming closer. He’s still seated on the bed, so she stands taller than him. Her delicate fingers grab hold of his cheeks and she turns his head so he can see her.

The fact that his eyes only stay locked on hers bugs her. It makes her feel like she’s not worth it. Like she isn’t beautiful. Why can’t he look? Why won’t he look? Hot tears begin to well in her eyes as her heart crumbles and falls.

“Why won’t you give me a chance, Sukuna? Please, give me a chance.”

Sukuna automatically frowns. He doesn’t understand why Kaede likes him so much. He hasn’t done much, only the bare minimum. Of course, there were moments when he genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, but that’s because she felt like a good friend. Perhaps if you weren’t in the picture then the outcome would be different; but even if that were the case, like he said before, he and Kaede wouldn’t match well in the long run. They’d clash. Either way, the tears he caused leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He sighs at her, “why are you going to such lengths?”

“You make my heart beat faster every time. Just thinking about you makes me feel giddy, Sukuna.” Kaede whimpers softly as her shoulders begin to shake, “you’re a great person to me Sukuna. You protect me when I get catcalled, you make sure I’m never cold and that I’m full.”

She gently wipes away her own tears, “you keep saying that you’re bad, but I’ve yet to see a single bad thing about you, Sukuna.”

Sukuna finally removes his eyes from hers and lets his eyes trail down her naked body. He looks her up and down, getting a good look before meeting her eyes again. With a cold voice he says, “you don’t know the first thing about me.”

She sniffles at him, “then let me in and tell me everything from the start. I don’t care who you are or what you do.”

He stands up from sitting and looms over her smaller frame, a permanent scowl on his face, “I told you to respect yourself, Kaede. You’re beautiful all around, so it’s a waste that you’d stoop this low.” Sukuna walks past her a few steps and bends down to pick up her nightgown. After doing so, he walks back in front of her and grabs hold of her arms, placing them into the loose sleeves. After he successfully does so, he properly puts the dress back on her.

“I hate that the most, Kaede. I hate when women make advances on me, even when they know I don’t want it.”

His words grate harshly against her ears and all she can do is cry silently at her own humiliation. Sukuna wipes her tears away but she slaps his hand away from her face.

“I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you…” she mutters in a raspy voice.

All Sukuna can do at this point is sigh. He holds his hand out at her, “if you don’t have the guts to erase me, then I’ll do it for you.”

Kaede’s head snaps up at him with wide shot eyes, “what?”

He stares back at her with a blank and bored expression. She’s never seen this kind of face on him before… she’s never felt this kind of intimidating aura from him. It’s like she’s staring at a stranger. How dare he look at her with such strange and uninterested eyes.

Sukuna smirks down at her, “you heard me.”

“I’ll do it myself, asshole…”

Her heart stutters when she hears him suddenly laughing. He’s laughing? No, this isn’t just any laugh… she can’t explain it, but it makes her feel smaller than she already is. He’s being cruel. Is this the real Ryomen Sukuna? Has he been putting up a facade this whole time? No way… she can’t tell.

Sukuna shows her a cheeky smirk and taps her shoulder, “good.”

Just like that, he walks away, without pausing to look back at her who had gone very still. In less than a few seconds, he’s already out of her room and all she can do is fall to the ground and sob. It’s stupid that even after he’s been so cruel, she can’t seem to let go. Her left hand pounds at her chest while she wails softly at her own embarrassment. It took everything in her to do this. To message him… to show herself bare. Sukuna always tells her that she’s beautiful, so why doesn’t she feel like it? He made her feel so cheap with the way he looked her up and down, but what made it worse was how he went to the extent of dressing her.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Phew,” Sukuna groans when he’s finally in front of your bedroom window again. He walked the whole way back to really clear out his mind yet he still has a bitter taste in his mouth with the way things went earlier. He’s never really had many friends in his life, so if he were to be true to himself, it is a shame that Kaede couldn’t give up. However, he doesn’t have time to linger on such useless matters, so he throws her out of his head and lifts the window to crawl back in.

Thank the lords! He’s been gone for about an hour or something and you’re still asleep, so that means he can squeeze right back in. As soon as he spoons you he can feel himself loosen up. Yes, this is it. This is what he wants. He wants to lay down with you every night and wake up with you in his arms every morning. He wants to have every one of his meals with you by his side and he’d love it if you felt the same way too.

Knock knock knock!

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up.”

Holy shit! You shoot up in bed at the sound of your mom’s voice and turn to look at Sukuna. He’s clearly unbothered since he’s still asleep but right now you kind of need to wake him. You begin to shake him back and forth, but he won’t budge.

“Y/n? Are you still asleep? It’s almost ten in the morning.” She begins to knock and shake the knob, “Y/n?”

“I’m awake.”

You glare at Sukuna and jump off the bed. Since he won’t hide, you’ll just have to pull the blanket over him and hope for the best. You unlock your door and poke your head out, “did something happen?”

“Yes, actually.” She’s busy texting on her phone, but continues, “Ayumi and Asa need you to look over Haru and Ren. Your father and I will be away for the rest of the day due to business, so we can’t do it.”

You take a good look at her with big eyes, “I have to watch them today?”

She glances up from her phone and cocks her head to the side, “yes, so if you have plans, cancel them.”

“Well what about Hotaru? He won’t be here?”

“No, something happened so they said they’re going to take him to the hospital to get checked out. She’ll let you know when she’s here, so get ready for the day.”

Jeez, why do you feel like today is going to be a hectic one? A seven year old and five year old… that’s gonna be one hell of a ride. It was easy with Hotaru because he wasn’t as mobile, but these two boys are energetic and run around a lot. Are you ready to watch over such naughty kids? Oh! Right! Sukuna too! That’s a whole other problem, and he needs to leave asap. You cannot risk the possibility of these kids blabbering their mouths about some weird man with pink hair being here, so he needs to go as soon as your parents leave.

Taglist: @luckyrocks86 @mykyoon @hxlalokidottir @wo-ming-bai @adoraspace @yourusernames @raviolixxx @blackjanexx

[localsamalicer]

The “how do you draw” person is back. I meant like how did you develop your style and do you have any recommendations for beginner artists. THANK YOU

Ahh I see! I’m sorry I’m not a good teacher, I don’t know how I did most of it lol!

Consume a lot of art and artistic and inspirational media, even if you don’t draw a lot look at other people’s drawings (I have always been a fast artist who drew literally every day sometimes multiple times, but I know that’s not realistic and you can still improve without having to draw every day n don’t feel ashamed for not doing so)

Early on do your best to study big body types as well and small ones, learning both at the same time will help, and in my personal opinion I feel like learning how fat distribution works on fat bodies will make understanding flesh anatomy easier all around and then you can mentally ‘take away’ rather then try and learn how to ‘add on’ bigger fat deposits later down the line. Like all bodies doing figure drawings of bigger people will help with how people move so you may do less stiff posing

Disconnect from your art, don’t fuss over making it perfect is what everyone says, and I feel like that isn’t enough for most from what iv seen. Your art isn’t as much a reflection of you as you think in the ways you are trying to be a perfectionist over it most of the time. Your art isn’t a reflection of you in the sense of your anatomy feeling off or your eyes being different sizes. However, I don’t mean don’t feel a connection or pride or strong feelings for your art, that is the whole point of being a creative! To make art because you want to and are drawn to. Just it’s okay to turn off the critical eye to your slightly shakey lineart of all that’s going to do is make you hate a piece.

Draw to draw for yourself first and only (even for commissions, but there is an aspect of your client’s input being important) post it only if you really want to, don’t make art may to post, make bad art! Make art you don’t like! Make art you only like certain aspects about. Dont post ever piece apologizing for something about it being not up to your standard. There is an understanding and or sentiment that you should just suffer and let yourself hate it and yeah that’s okay but I think you should disconnect yourself further, not just “oh suck it up if you make bad art and hate it” even if you like it, I think there’s a healthy amount of disconnect you can have with all art you make

I can direct you to some people better explaining then me and teaching ^^ everyone’s learning differently but Duchess Celestia on YouTube is one of the first people I can think of who has a trove of videos about specific and broad aspects of art and learning, she’s great. Some others I watch are Pikat, Bluebiscuts, qrbits, Jackie Dorujiko, Ethan Becker, and other scattered videos about anatomy I can’t seem to find currently bc I watched them years ago 😅 generally just watch and look at as many artists you like as you can, everyone’s taste is diff so everyone will gravitate to diff artists and therefore be surrounded by different style inspo.

Other artists I watch mostly to put YouTube videos on on the bg while I’m draw for inspiration and company are Emma Artful, GinjaNinja0w0, OwONekko, ABD Illustrates, LavanderTowne, and Prickly Alpaca.

I don’t have many book recommendations other then Morph’s Fat and Skin Folds, there is a free compete digital scan on Archive.com that’s where I looked at it if you can’t buy a physical copy :)

I’m not a good teacher, I don’t have a clear path to look back on as I mostly just spent years unconsciously improving. Like yeah I was drawing all the time and I wanted to get better and I was looking at some guidance but I just drew for me 90% of the time. I still draw for me most of the time I don’t do as many studies as I should, just luckily for me I happen to really like drawing clothes and unclothed figures and hands so figure drawing, one of the most pushed improvement exercises, is just something I do haha.

I wish I could help more! 😞 I am honored you think I’m at a point where I can give good guidance, I do honestly wish I could do more. Bottom line draw for yourself, which I know that and a lot of advice I gave is already given around a lot but it is at least a little true for everyone’s journeys.

[kittyyycakes]

🎀 Agere Story Game! 🎀

Original by lilstorygames on IG! (I think anyways; their page is private so if I’m wrong let me know and I’ll update the credit!) (Blank at bottom of post)

*This is a long one so bear with me lol

Key (in case you have a hard time seeing the image):

🩷 - Yes!

🧡 - Sometimes/maybe!

🩵 - Want to!

❤️ - No thanks!

🩷 Use pacifiers: For sure! I know real 5-8 year olds don’t typically use pacis, but they’re comforting & help me get into little space (plus they’re super cute)!

🩷 Color/draw: I love drawing both in and out of little space so this is a must for me! Coloring also reminds me of my childhood <3 (Fun fact: my favorite Crayola color is Robin’s Egg Blue!)

🧡 Use a sippy cup: Kinda?? I tried a baby bottle once before and I didn’t like how hard I had to work to drink out of the nipple :0 Might just stick with straw cups

❤️ Wear a bib: I can be a bit of a messy eater sometimes (not just in little space haha), but I don’t really feel the need to wear one

🩵 Wear a onesie: I have a few bodysuits in my closet I could try & would definitely be open to trying a onesie with a cute pattern if I could find my size!

🩷 Cuddle with your stuffies: Of course! Having a soft friend to snuggle with is always nice, especially at bedtime (I also love to snuggle with my kitty cat when he sleeps with me <3)!!

🩵 Wear oversized clothes: I would looove to get some cute oversized shirts to wear! It’s a little tricky to find oversized clothing as a fat person though, especially ones with cutesy patterns

*I don’t consider fat a bad word btw!! I self ID as fat/chubby a lot & consider it a neutral descriptor. I really hate that it’s thought of as such a negative term, but you’re still valid if you’re not comfy using it!! I will probably use it here and there in my posts when talking about myself, so keep that in mind if you follow me & if it’s too triggering for you feel free to unfollow/block if you need <3

🩵 Play dress up: 100 percent! I haven’t tried dressing up in little space yet but I love trying on & imagining cute outfit combos so this would probably be fun! The only possible downside is that sometimes when I’m little (esp if I’m feeling anxious) it makes me uncomfortable to see my grown-up body in the mirror. Anyone else experience this?

🩷 Chew on teething toys: Yeah! I don’t have any actual baby/toddler teething toys but I love my chew necklace!

🩵 Play make believe: Haven’t tried it! I don’t know that I’d do much talking (so far I’ve been a pretty quiet little- some of this is because I live with other people) but I think it could be fun to pretend to be a chef or make potions or something like that! Might be more fun with another little though…

🩵 Play with toys: Another one I haven’t tried! When I was a kid I played with toys a lot though (Littlest Pet Shop, Zoobles, My Little Pony G3, early Monster High, etc. [I wish I had kept my MLP dolls 😭]) and it could be really fulfilling to play again! (Once again this might be more fun with another little)

🩵 Cuddle with your S/O: I’m not in a relationship right now but when I am I’m hugeeeee on cuddling (Perhaps even cuddling’s #1 fan hehe)!!

🩷 Watch cartoons/movies: Absolutely! I’ve always really loved cartoons & watching lighthearted shows/movies (esp from my childhood) are sooo comforting :3 (I watched Bluey for the first time yesterday and really liked it!)

❤️ Wear a diaper: I don’t think wearing one would be physically comfortable for me- I’d rather just use the restroom (If you use diapers you’re valid though!! You’re not dirty or f*tishizing children for needing/wanting them, just remember to practice good hygiene afterward or ask your CG for help if they’re comfortable with it!)

🩷 Go on Tumblr: Yes! I definitely wanna make sure my little space experience isn’t reliant on the Internet (esp since it can be a scary/triggering place for littles) but I love looking at all the fun mood & stimboards and reading about other little’s experiences!

🩵 Have tea parties with stuffies: Never tried it! I think it might feel a little awkward or embarrassing at first since I’m not used to it (same with toys and playing pretend) but it’d be worth a shot!

🩷 Nom baby foods/snacks: Definitely! I haven’t tried baby snacks before but I love to put together little snack plates (It’s extra fun when I use kid plates- I have a bunch of fun plates from my childhood! [My fave is my pink bug plate])! I feel like it’s also encouraged me to eat more fruits and veggies since stuff like carrot sticks and strawberries work so well as finger foods :3

🩷 Have nap time/sleepy time: Yep! I think being little/having a kid-like bedtime routine has helped me fall asleep faster & relieve nighttime anxiety!

❤️ Suck your thumb: Personally I prefer my paci or chew necklace. I imagine it wouldn’t taste very good + you’ll have to deal with a wet wrinkly thumb afterwards >.< (Once again, you’re valid if you do!! Just make sure to wash your hands really good first so you don’t get sick <3)

🩵 Have a caregiver: I would really like to try and find a CG! In practice I could see myself being too embarrassed to fully lean into little space around someone (at least at first). I don’t think I would be super comfortable having an online only CG so I would have to meet someone irl (it sounds scary to be that open about agere/agedre tho!!). I also think I would have to be dating my CG for me to be fully comfortable (mostly because I don’t like to cuddle in platonic-only relationships)!

🩵 Take bubble baths: I haven’t taken a bubble bath in little space yet but I love taking them as big me! Usually I’ll light a candle, drop in some epsom salts and a bath bomb and listen to music! I also have some bubble bath mix to try out soon & may try and find a few bath friends to join me (this is another activity where seeing/being in my adult body might be a little uncomfortable though)

What are your favorites from this list?

Thanks for reading & I hope you have a great day!!

- Clover ☘️

^Robin’s Egg Blue my beloved

^Blank template! Once again credit to lilstorygames on IG

[jvngkook97]

Fic about scrunchies and namjoon? What do you say?

Lavender Haze

synopsis; in which your love life is defined by events of the use of scrunchies — or rather, a specific one.

pairing; boyfriend!namjoon x girlfriend!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, slice of life, s2l

warnings; cursing, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of throwing up, implied smut but nothing explicit, YALL this one got me in my feels cause they love each other so much 🥹😮‍💨

rating; 18+

w/c; 2,307

a/n; who would’ve thought scrunchies and Namjoon would be so FREAKING ADORABLE. thank you anon for the exemplary suggestion of this scenario and allowing me to bring it into existence. you a real one ☝🏻 lol ok enjoy <3333

You could feel the bass of the music reverberate through your knees that were planted on the linoleum flooring in the bathroom. Your hands were secured around the rim of some random guys toilet, and you were puking your brains out.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone else was–“

You were so worried about making it to the toilet on time, you forgot to lock the door, thus incurring this embarrassing scenario. Least you knew the dude, considering he was in more than a few of your college classes — Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon hesitates to leave you by yourself, even moreso when you can’t even bother to acknowledge him due to all the sickness you’re still letting out. He grimaces, not out of disgust, but out of empathy. He hates throwing up in his own house, he can’t imagine what it’s like at someone else’s.

Before you can register what’s happening, his hands are combing through your hair, making sure that he gets every strand out of your face and out of the way of your stream of vomit. He notices a lavender colored scrunchie sitting on the counter, one he recognizes as belonging to the host of the party’s sister who was wearing it earlier in the night. Without much thought, he easily grabs it and kneels down next to your shaky form, holding your hair back and utilizing the scrunchie to tie it loosely.

Once you’re finally done emptying the contents of your stomach, he tears off a few pieces of toilet paper to gently wipe off the sick from your mouth before throwing it in the toilet. You smile over your shoulder at him in quiet thanks, and he swears for a moment the world stopped. Helping you sit up, he flushes the toilet and sits back against the bathtub, parting his long legs to allow you to easily slot between them and lean back against him for a moment of rest that you sink into gratefully.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” Your voice is raspy, barely a whisper, throat thoroughly fucked up from the amount of acid that just went through it in a short amount of time.

Your eyes fight to stay open, his fingers lightly drawing circles on your arm that he does unknowingly, to distract himself – but the action only causes you to drift into slumberland. Something, he only notices, when he begins to hear the subtle snores coming from you.

He chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head and letting his head fall back to stare up at the white ceiling of the bathroom. You curl up into him sideways and he can’t help the smile that cracks on the edge of his lips as he stares at your now peaceful face.

You were going to be a handful, and he didn’t mind one bit.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” He whispers into your hair, moments later, laying his head sideways on top of yours.

That was the beginning of your relationship.

…

“I thought you said the weather was supposed to be nice and cool, Joon!” You whined childishly, trying and failing to break away from his arms as he pulled you back into his sweaty chest, once again.

You fake gag at him, and he pouts at you cutely, bottom lip jutting out to add to his unnerving ability to make you somehow swoon no matter what he does — or how bad he sweats.

Your long hair sticks to your now semi-bare back, thankful that you always try to wear a basic camisole underneath your clothes just incase something like this happens. You clump your hair up with one hand and hold it to the side in an attempt to fan your back, though the humidity of the day doesn’t help you at all.

“I didn’t put into consideration that the humidity would make you gain a cold sweat so easily. I’m sorry, baby.”

Namjoon shares the same sentiment when it comes to fashion, being sure to wear a white tank top underneath his clothes, joining you in the bearing of skin that wasn’t planned.

The only difference being that unlike you, he didn’t mind it, especially when it gives him a better view of your flawless figure that he usually only sees at home at night, or during the summertime.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You continue walking ahead, oblivious to both the words that just slipped out of your mouth for the first time, and unaware of the effect it had on your boyfriend of 10 months who immediately stopped in his tracks when the words hit his ears.

After a few seconds of rambling to yourself, you stop and finally realize that you’ve been talking to yourself, angling your body towards him with one hand on your jutted out hip and the other still holding your hair up, a look of pure confusion on your face as you see the guffawed look on Joon’s.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His eyes narrow, searching your doe eyes for something that you’re not sure of and he wonders if you truly have no idea exactly what you just said to him. His heart is still beating fast as he nervously asks you a question.

“What did you just say?”

“What do you mean?”

He steps towards you, a few steps immediately planting himself back in front of you due to his long legs. His hands fidget anxiously, and you can’t tell if the sweat on his forehead is from the weather or his nerves. Your brows pinch in worry.

“Joonie, you’re freaking me out. What did I say?”

Instead of answering, he digs into the fanny pack he’s wearing and walks behind you. Swatting your hand away from your hair, he replaces it with his. Scrunchie in mouth, the same lavender one he’s kept on him since that night, the tip of his teeth keeping it from falling onto the ground, he once again combs his fingers through your hair, tying it up for you with ease.

You have to hum in approval when you take a look at how your hair looks through the camera on your phone. With both of his hands now on your shoulders, you see him towering over your short stature. Still looking at him through the camera he taps your chin lightly with his fingertip, a silent way of him telling you to look up at him so he can kiss you.

Standing on your tip toes, you lean up to meet him halfway as he bends down. As he does, he makes sure to adjust you in a way that he can reach your phone and switch it to video, pressing the big, red button before he’s looking back down at your closed eyes, and he smiles, thinking back to the night he first met you.

He whispers the three words on your lips before capturing your gasp of shock both with his lips and through the video that’s now forever saved on your phone.

“I love you too.”

…

The smell of your favorite breakfast wakes you up, along with the soft kiss that you feel on your forehead.

“Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey!”

You chuckle groggily, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sit up in your shared bed. Once the sleep leaves them enough, you’re able to see the full buffet he so graciously slaved over for you.

Eggs. Bacon. Avocado toast. Tea.

A true breakfast of champions.

You reach for the fork, then pause. You cast Namjoon a side glance, now that he’s sitting beside you on the bed.

“What?”

“What day is it?”

“Monday?”

“Shit! The kids—,”

Namjoon grabs your arm, gently pulling you back down onto the bed. He gives a feigned look of disappointment, in which you just stare hard at.

“Your lack of faith in me is disturbing, baby. The kids are at school, I took them myself.”

Slowly, you let your body relax back into the bed. Hesitantly, you grab your avocado toast and gingerly take a bite, ears straining to here any semblance of yours kids actually being home and not at school like he said.

He sees you wary, and rolls his eyes, digging his phone out of his pocket to bring up the ‘find my iPhone’ app that shows your kids location.

What? You’re a protective mama bear.

You grab his phone from his hand and bring it closer to your face for further inspection and clarification.

“You wound me, y/n!”

His mouth opens to further dig the metaphorical knife into your already guilty heart, when you decide to shove the rest of your toast into his mouth in retaliation, kissing his scruffy cheek for good measure.

He chews loudly, swallowing the delicious toast before his eyes widen when he sees your hair beginning to cascade over your shoulders and into your freshly brewed cup of tea.

“Baby, wait!”

“What?!”

You freeze, hands up in the air in defense.

He reaches behind him to scurry through his side table drawer, pushing away unmentionables to find exactly what he was looking for — the scrunchie.

Your face softens considerably when you see him showing you it in triumph, then scoots himself as best as he can behind you to comb his fingers through your hair once, twice, three times.

“Joonie, as much as I love you playing with my hair, you’re going to make me fall asleep again.”

He chuckles warmly, placing your hair into a messy bun, your new hairdo of choice now that you’ve become a mom of two.

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Well—,” you start, tone mischievous, eyes innocent, as you carefully take the tray of food off your bed and set it on the floor next to the bed. Next, you crawl over to him, swinging your leg across his lap and sitting down, wrapping your arms around his neck. His brow raises in question, but the smirk on his face let’s you know he knows what you wanna do.

Or rather, who.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” You lean your forehead against his, staring into his eyes lovingly.

He shrugs indifferently.

“Not nearly as much as I tell you.”

You place a hand over your heart, imitating being wounded. He just laughs at your theatrics, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips that sends goosebumps on your skin, and a shiver down your spine at the anticipation of them being elsewhere on your body.

Your lips graze over his lightly, fingers trailing down his bare chest ever so slowly until they reach the waistband of his loungers. His breath gets caught in his throat, a low groan rumbling in his chest as your fingers dig underneath to cup his gradually hardening member with expert hand.

The whimper that slips past his lips, to only get captured by yours sends shockwaves through your body, causing you to press your lips together fully that he reciprocates in earnest. Then, just when the pleasure is on the verge of becoming to much—

You stop.

He throws his head back against the headboard in mild annoyance, watching you get up off the bed only to stand in front of it. The sashay of your hips let’s him know you’re not done with him yet, especially when you grab the lavender scrunchie to let loose your hair, it coming down to lay over your now bare chest as you motion at him with a ‘come hither’.

You don’t have to tell him twice.

Squealing, you run into the bathroom, him shedding his clothes and running after you as you cackle loudly (and cutely if you ask him).

With the shower session now being over, you to bask in the afterglow of your shared bathroom that now feels like a sauna. Sitting in the same position on the floor against the bathtub like when he first met you all those years ago on that one faithful night at a random college house party.

Your eyes crack open when his chest rises and falls, causing your head to bob at his actions. You playfully smack his chest for ruining the moment, but it just makes him laugh harder.

“What’s so funny, love?”

He kisses you on the nose with a grin, eyes sparkling with nothing but love and warmth that you never get tired of seeing. You’re positive that your eyes reflect the same back.

“Did you know—,” he starts off, fingers lightly threading through your hair as he speaks, voice light and wispy, as he flashes back in time. “I knew I was going to love you that night?”

You snort in bewilderment.

“Was it my exceedingly good poise of throwing up in a toilet that did it?”

“No, it was this.”

He reaches up with his arm to grab the one constant since the beginning of your relationship.

The lavender scrunchie.

You tilt your head back against his chest, looking up at him in confusion.

“Baby, that wasn’t even mine to begin with. It was Heather’s.”

“I know, silly. It’s not so much the scrunchie, but all the memories behind it. You know? We had all of our firsts with you wearing it, if you remember.”

“Oh, I remember.” You kiss his fingers as you take the scrunchie into your own hand, letting it dangle on your own fingers as you both reminisce. He carefully takes it back, and you lean forward already knowing what he’s about to do.

Swiftly, expertly, routinely, he combs his fingers through your hair to then tie it up. Your baby hairs stick out at all angles as you look over your shoulder at him and give him a dazzling smile, just like all those years ago.

And he swears, he falls in love with you all over again.

[missbeautyandherbeast]

Hello! How are you doing? I just wanted to ask, are you still active and able to do Match-Ups? If so, here’s everything about me! 

My name is Aylin (It means moon halo! 🌙) I’m 19 years old. (Yet, I have the mind of a thirteen year old.) My zodiac sign is Capricorn but I’m also a cusp of Capricorn and Aquarius according to Google. I’m not a Harry Potter fan but my house would probably be RavenClaw or Slytherin or possibly even both. I’m straight and polyamorous. I’m an Ambivert! My favorite movie genres are Action and Comedy. Bonus if the movie/show includes both lol. My favorite music genres are 2000’s Pop, 2000’s Electric Pop, Rock, and jazz!! My aesthetics are Y2K and Girly Girl!

Personality: 

So, um, I’m pretty stubborn lol. I’m also very crazy and chaotic. I’m VERY creative. (I’ve written hella crazy stories on Wattpad. My friends are now questioning whether or not I actually need a therapist from how unhinged I am or not because what I write is considered “Iconic” to them XD.) My friends say that I’m funny and to be honest, I sometimes even laugh at my own jokes and/or stories.

I’m a hopeless romantic. (I’m lonely and just need the bf of my dreams. 😭🙏) I’m an absolute crybaby when I’m feeling very stressed out and overwhelmed. I just snap. (In fact, when I was a kid, I would get yelled at and grounded for it. Thank you so much, dad!! 😃)

I also LOVEE animals!!!!! 😍💕💗✨ I would literally die protecting an animal, that’s how much I love them. They give me hope, they make me happy, I basically consider them my siblings. (I’m an only child :’).)

I can be pretty mean sometimes, but it’s not my fault that some people can be just TOTALLY unbearable. 🙄🤦‍♀️ I’m also pretty bratty at times, either because I feel like it or that person just really pisses me off. I’m really, REALLY sassy. My middle school friends could confirm that. I’m also brutally honest, at least that’s what my friends said back in middle school.

I’m VERY caring and overprotective and loyal to those that I REALLY care about and love. Seriously, I would DIE protecting them.

I KINDA have trust issues, there’s just a lot of toxic and bad people in the world, it’s almost impossible to let your guard down. Being naive got me nowhere but just sad days of crying my heart out. 

Likes:

I used to like drawing but I barley have any motivation at all now. I don’t know if I’ll ever go back at it. It’s just a lot of hard work and it gets pretty frustrating at times when you make a small or big mistake. 

As I mentioned about my crazy stories on Wattpad, I LOVEE writing!! When I was a kid, my parents used to say that I would make a really good writer because of my creativity in English assignments lol. 

I love shopping! Especially with my friends, it just makes it a lot more fun and exciting. I really enjoy hanging out with my friends and talking to them instead of through a screen.

I really enjoy listening to music! 2000’s Pop music just makes me feel really good and happy. Music nowadays is just kinda…- No. 

For some reason, I just really love waking up early and taking a walk outside. I just really admire how beautiful and stunning the early mornings look like. 

Like the turtles, I LOVEE pizza! It just tastes so good!! It’s my most favorite food ever!

Mint ice cream is UNDERRATED. I don’t care about what people say about it tasting like toothpaste, they’re being over dramatic, it tastes SOO good!!

Dislikes:

I just HATE it when people wear clothes that don’t even match at all!! Like, what confidence of yours made you wear THAT bizarre mess in public?!?! It just annoys me so much. Not only get a new brain but get a new and better fashion style. 

I absolutely hate and cringe at rap music. The only rapper that I make an exception of is Eminem. But other than that, it’s just- NO, NO, NO. I swear, all they ever say in those cringey songs is the N word and then they start talking about butts and stupid stuff like that. Maybe, you lowlife’s can actually learn to start making some REAL music instead. 

Another thing that I dislike is when people blame me for something that I DIDN’T DO or I DIDN’T START. Do they not know that there are always two sides to a story? I remember back in Kindergarten when these two little roach girls used to bully me and mock me, following me wherever I go in the playground. They were SO ANNOYING. So, I started attacking one of them because of how sick and tired I was of them and guess what? I GOT DRAGGED BY MY WRIST BY MY TEACHER TO THE STUPID PRINCIPALS OFFICE. That memory still angers me ‘till this day.

As I mentioned about me loving animals with my life, I HATE, HATE, HATE animal @buse or any type of @buse for that matter really. @buse in general is just disgusting and unnecessary. People seriously have sick and twisted minds to think that @buse is “Okay”. ITS NOT!!! It seriously needs to stop.

My father. 🤓

I really dislike pickles, ketchup, mustard, papaya, steak/beef, bacon, any cheese other than mozzarella, poptarts (They tastes SOOO fake, I’m really sorry, Donnie.😭✋) and many other things that I can’t seem to remember lol. They just gross me out SOO much, I don’t understand how people like them. 

My Body (If you don’t feel comfortable doing this section, just ignore it.):

I have VERY dark brown hair that can look black depending on the lighting and dark brown eyes (They look better and prettier when the sun hits them. 😩) I think I have a heart-shaped facial structure. I have the almond eye-type. I have a cupids bow lip. (I was actually kinda insecure about my lip when I was a teen, but now knowing that only 5% of people have my lip type made that insecurity go away!) I have fair skin as my skin color. I have “strong” nails that break, making them look ugly and unpleasant. Always annoys me so much. I do pretty simple makeup, multi-color eyeshadow makes me look ugly for some reason and I absolutely hate it.

I’m an hourglass (Yet, I hate my body with a passion.) I have stretch marks on my hips and thighs that I’m really insecure about. I also have cellulite but basically everyone has that since it’s just how your skin looks like when you squeeze it. (At least that’s what I think lol.) I also have a butterfly tattoo on the hip of my lower back.

Anyways, that’s all about me! Thank you so much for taking the time of your day to read this and give me my match-up!! (If you did.) I hope everyone reading this has an amazing and wonderful day!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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*stumbles in late*

*uncovers laptop from moving boxes*

*sets up and takes a breath*

Apparently I am still doing match-ups because here we are. BUT BEFORE THAT REALLY QUICK IT'S BEEN A WHILE HI GUYS

so... I moved across the country... from Florida to a place where NYC is at my fingertips... so that REALLY hyped my hyperfixation for my boys. Lemme tell you when I started this blog I NEVER thought I'd be this close to the city.

Anyway, hey babes that was a TON of information but kudos to writing it all down bc I could never

But Honestly, I'm gonna go with you and Mikey here!

Hear me all the way out:

Pick any version of Mikey and you guys would vibe

You've both got a creative streak and a general overall tender heart that I think would work really well together

You know this dude has seen the end of Wattpad trying to find his favorite ships (and maybe even a few about him and his true love, hoping one day it might come true)

I really think he would be someone who could understand your trust issues, and even help you through it (and while I'm on the subject on a real note: there's a difference from naive and kind. you can still be kind and open, but know there are boundaries that you should have to keep yourself safe and in a place mentally and emotionally and away from toxic people bc girl TRUST ME I'VE BEEN THERE)

Okay, so Mikey is one of those guys who would try gross foods because it's there, so you'd never have to worry about not liking something because he would eat it without a second thought

(I think it would be SO FUNNY if the one thing he didn't like was mint chocolate chip ice cream and that's the ONE thing you two can't agree on)

("I've seen you eat ten day old pizza from the floor" "And I'd do it again if I never had to eat that monstrosity of cold toothpaste")

Of course he's protective of you and your heart and doesn't want to break it, and he has some of the highest emotional maturity of the brothers and I think it would really help you guys as a couple, but also just help over all with growing up as a young adult (BECAUSE IT'S ROUGH OUT HERE SHAWTY)

You guys would do so well together

[blupengu]

All righty I’ve finished science brofist’s route and that means more rambling! (Seriously though everyone sees his name as that right?? How the hell else am I supposed to pronounce Scien Brofiise??? It sure as hell ain’t how they say it in Japanese! 😂) spoilers under the cut as usual

Hmm… overall while I liked it, I think I’ve been so thoroughly emotionally and mentally broken by Mathis and Lucas that Scien’s route seemed pretty… tame in comparison LOLOL 💀 or maybe I’m still on residual WTFs from Lucas and should’ve waited another day to let it settle oops

The pain meter from these first three to me is Lucas > Mathis > Scien

The ending was definitely still a big oof and a little yikes though 😬. But with how dubious the “science” is in this game, part of me was wondering why Scien couldn’t just make a clone from Ceres’s body and then stick the memories he had into her after? Like people save memory backups of themselves prior to dying so why couldn’t he have saved her memories on whatever constitutes a USB stick in this world lmao

The science in this game in general honestly I just… can’t think about too deeply or it all falls apart LOL, being in like the medieval ages where you still gotta hand wash clothes but then suddenly having shit like electric cars, headset phones, touch-holograms, and perfect cloning with memories but not emotions is such whiplash 😂

The final CG was super pretty though, oof the expression on his face, my poor babygirl 😩 but… why are all the kiss CGs… not super great LOL, is the artist bad at drawing kisses? Because so far they’ve all looked a little uhhhh in each route? 😬😂

I very much appreciate the fact though that Scien’s best CGs are hands down the ones where he’s posing like a lil slut lmaooo, the jigsaw puzzle one?? Bitch he’s practically twirling his hair!! 😂

And his interactions with Ceres were very cute, especially the whole sandwich thing! But when she was like yay I’m so happy I’ve been promoted from maid to a sandwich dispenser! I was like girl… are you okay…?? Well clearly not but still 😂 like dang, never been happier getting told by a man to make me a sandwich lmaooo

Anyways! Back to the route in general - the whole thing of him being an oh no evil science man was so… meh to me? Maybe because I work in the sciences so I have a different view but like, I was perfectly fine with him experimenting on criminals? That’s pretty much what clinical trials are in the real world?? Of course you need to test shit on a few people before giving stuff out to the the general populace??? Why are people upset at this????

It was nice learning a bit more about Salome (though tbh I thought her backstory and relationship to scien would be… more significant LOL). And kinda weird that they left her mumbling when they were in hiding as “…” instead of maybe just quickly forcing the text to go through, because my limited amount of Japanese from anime let me understand the gist of what she was saying and oh. Gives a bit of a different vibe knowing what she said vs it having to be explained

Also, my face when they just decapitated Adolphe but then Ceres TOOK HIS HEAD WITH HER? HONEY NO, GIRL PUT IT BACK HE’S DRIPPING

FUCK THE ROYAL FAMILY, ALL MY HOMIES HATE THE ROYAL FAMILY 🔫🔫 The reservoirs or repertoires or whatever the hell they’re called can eat my ass and die 😂

The way I hollered when Lucas went in and shanked their asses, MY MAN!! … every other time he showed up though was a big aw shit Lucas we’re not in your route anymore go away please!! You’re causing the despair end nooo!!! 😂 very conflicting emotions when I see him now lmao

Same with when I see Jean… like you’re still so pretty and I love you but uhhh, hey Mathis maybe come over this way instead 😬

Side note, kinda sad we didn’t get to see Ankou in the second half of the route…

And finally - I love you Dahut, I was so worried you’d be evil but oh, thank god we have someone that’s just like a good friendly person (I think), you are so pure I love you please show up in every route to ease my fears (Hugo doesn’t count because I’ve still got my eye on him LOL)

Aight I think that’s it! In summary, Scien is this meme:

Literally just look at him

I wish I looked this sexy doing a jigsaw puzzle 😂

[hearteyesdiaz]

coming to your askbox to be totally normal about it but you're the only one with a similar opinion

why do tiny bad tattoos have Oliver in such a chokehold lol the artist for his latest is here posting healed pics after three weeks and the tattoos already look scratchy, these are going to be amorphous blobs within the year. I love the man but I hate how trendy these tattoos are

Hi anon, thanks for stopping by!

Obviously I don't know him, but I feel like Oliver (and many others) like this style for a few reasons:

As you said, it's trendy! The internet's facilitation of the increase in knowledge of and popularity of tattoos/artists/styles over the last ~15 years is really quite something, ain't it! Even as I was graduating from high school, when I spent a LOT of time consuming tattoo-related content online (but before instagram was a thing LOL), it was really common for someone who wanted to get a tattoo to just, walk into the closest tattoo studio near them and explain to the guy behind the counter what they want and hope for the best lol.

Now people can look at and share hundreds or even thousands of pictures of tattoos online via social media. And just like with makeup, clothes, etc., certain styles of tattoos have always been popular for its time amongst the tattooed crowd: Americana style with military personnel starting in the 30s, the movement away from pre-drawn designs to cater instead towards drawing customized tattoos for a client in the 70s and 80s, the increase in pop culture subject matter like Looney Toons and Disney cartoons in the 90s, and of course that thick black "tribal" style EVERYONE had in the late 90s/early 00s are just what immediately come to my mind. “Fine line/micro” tattoos have just been the hot new thing so far in this newfangled age of social media.

I'm gonna take a kind of educated guess and say this style originates from artists showing off online their ability to create such small images in the tattoo medium, because as the occupation has evolved over time so too has the tattoo equipment and techniques involved. Now it’s possible for artists to hone in and tout their skills on social media in tattooing with tiny individual needles to create these dainty smol fine line tattoos in a more democratized system of engagement and feedback.

Smaller sized tattoos can be more discreet, which a lot of people like for a lot of reasons! I think a big reason why a lot of people in Hollywood get small tattoos is to be able to hide them for work. Fandom jokes about how the make up department must hate covering them all but its actually not too big of a deal when they’re all small like his are. Much easier to cover up and blend in a dozen tattoos the size of a postage stamp than say, Ryan Guzman’s entire forearm lol

Looking back at some other posts detailing all of the tattoos that Oliver has (I’m sure you know what post I’m talking ab but I don’t necessarily want to link to their blog bc they obviously love Oli’s tattoos and I’m not trying to swerve into their lane lol), it seems like he potentially did not have the best experience with the first couple of tattoos he got. He apparently thinks his forearm tattoo is too big (I’d argue it’s too small to be properly legible but lol) and dislikes it because of that, and I can see how that could also effect what size he thinks his tattoos should be.

((AND LISTEN!!!! To anyone who might be reading this rn and getting upset with me, I am NOT saying small tattoos can’t look good!! But rule of thumb: the smaller the tattoo, the simpler the design needs to be for legibility and longevity’s sake!))

I’ve already made a post explaining some of my issues with this (comparatively) new style so I won’t repeat myself here, but I will piggy back off a point you made: “posting healed pics after three weeks” because those tattoos may be healed but they are not settled into the skin. I would encourage anyone wanting to get this style of tattoo to really, really, really look  (you may find it difficult to find healed photos from some of these artists. huh! weird!!!) for healed photos from an artist you are considering getting work from. I’m talking at least a full year (which even still is nothing relatively speaking but it IS a newer style so) because I see SOOOO MANY fine line tattoos that did not have enough ink deposited into the skin during application and they just fall out so so quickly as a result.

Also LOLing over this apprentice already working on skin when they apparently can’t control their machine correctly enough to draw straight even-thickness lines ALL WHILE CHARGING CLIENTS $400+?? please be serious the mediocrity here is truly astounding

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

Really lazy sketches and character designs featuring a shitpost 😏

THE TWO characters at the top are Iconoclasm and Victoriam Republica and though they deadass have the same color schemes and both look sorta knighty they are NOT RELATED IN ANY MEANS idk HOW they both came out like that maybe I’m just a creatively bankrupt LOSER

Clothes hanger knees over there on the left is a big solemn dude who likes to work and write poems THOUGH he will never tell anyone he writes poems that’s HIS business PRIVATE BUSINESS!!!! But currently he’s on a MISSION to destroy all Autobot records and art and history bcuz he sees it as super wrong and pretty much like blasphemy so he uses his dope ass fire abilities to like burn information and citadels and clerks who have the information or whatever …

Not much is rlly known about him though but there are rumors that he’s destroying so many things not entirel becuz he just thinks Autobot stuff sucks Major butt but because he’s trying to erase his OWN history!!! Iconoclasm only such a different attitude, fighting style, education, and general aura about him that a lot of people think he’s ex-Autobot, though he will never confirm nor deny that and is entiiiiiirely loyal to the Decepticon cause, so what does it matter??

But still. Wonder who his family is 😏

Unicorn looking headass on the right doesn’t have much lore written for him because I designed him in like one night spur of the moment because I wanted to make another knight character (I have like. Three.) but I know he’s good gone bad. Maybe he was like an Autobot knight that got brainwashed or whatever idk all I know is he has amnesia and he’s SAD all the time bcuz he misses his husband :(

He kinda looks like a gundham or something though idk how that happendx😭

and the shitpost is just whiz abt to be assassinated by marshall Marshall really hates that stupid little arcade cabinet stipid stupid stupid stupid STUPID!!! I was drawing a bunch of shitposrs for an animatic bcuz I was gonna do the chainsaw man opening to a bunch of characters but like the Microsoft paint version because those memes are hilarious but then I like ran out of energy after making like 9 of them so now I just have a bunch of shitposts in a video file and I don’t think I’ll be able to finish it LOLLL

Anyway HAPPY NEW YEAR I made new year art and was gonna post it but then I looked at it again and it was UGGGLYYYYY so I’m not LOL I really hope EVERYONE HERE has an AMAZING NEW Year 2019 to 2022 has been very cruel to us so let’s hope 2023 is WAY better and super awesome coming have a great YEAR