#Yes i am laying in bed being hungry and not eating food

[holiciouspursuitofenvy]

I am having the most anxiety of days in a good while so time to think of things I'm proud of, controversial or not.

[3vergr3en]

Heartbeat

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Summary: Evening naps in Jasper’s bed is a usual thing that happens daily, but the vampire isn’t complaining. Instead he loves it, Y/N’s heartbeat is Jasper’s haven.

Additional Info: (Fem!Human!Reader x Vampire!Jasper Hale.) Some sensual kisses being shared. Overall fluff. This is my first one-shot of Jasper Hale! Please ask for more requests!

Mentions of the Cullen Family, specifically Esme and Emmet.

TW: Slightly suggestive.

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Rain droplets can be heard splattering outside onto the windows of Jasper’s room, but no sound can disrupt the deep slumber of Y/N. You were sprawled out on Jasper’s bed (that was installed shortly after your visits became more frequent). You were laying on your stomach, your left knee raised up to your side and your arms buried under the ivory colored silk pillow. Your breathing heavy but quiet. The aroma of Timber & Patchouli filled the interior, being lit by the vampire shortly after the mortal fell asleep.

Jasper laid beside the human, his back pressed against the wooden headboard of his bed while his hand played with a strand of Y/N’s H/C hair, This was a usual event that happens, and he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of hearing the gentle, repetitive beats of her heart. It was calming for the immortal.

Whenever he felt stressed or overwhelmed, he’d stand behind the latter and wrap his arms around her waist. He then would hide his face in the crook of Y/N’s neck, breathing in the female’s pleasant fragrance, drowning out his thoughts with her heartbeat.

“Jasper..?” Y/N calls out groggily. You slowly, but eventually push yourself up with your arms so that you’re now sitting up. Your arms extending outwards while a yawn left your lips. “Yes, darlin’?” Jasper quietly chuckles, finding the tired mortal to be cute. “I’m right behind you, love.” His voice soothing.

“Mm.. How long was I asleep for?” You ask, turning around to face Jasper with half-lidded eyes. “Just a little over an hour.” The male hums, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. You shiver at the sudden chilliness of his skin in contact with yours, but you soon grow used to it. “What are you looking at? Is there drool on my chin?” You question after noticing the male staring up at you. You turned your face away from the latter, trying to wipe away any saliva from the corner of your lips. “There’s nothing there, hon’. I’m just appreciating the beauty that’s in front of me.” Jasper whispers the last sentence into your ear, pecking your cheek afterwards. You quickly turned your head back to look at Jasper with slightly widened eyes. You gently hit his chest before covering your face with your hands, “Jasper!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “..thank you, love.” You smiled, leaning in closer to fill the gap between the two of you, his lips feeling so soft against yours.

A small, faint gasp left your lips once you felt Jasper’s hands firmly grip at your waist, his thumbs caressing your skin. He smiled into the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. You hum against his lips, pressing your chest up against his broad chest. Your hands riding up his soft, golden locks. “Jasper..” You pulled away momentarily to softly whisper before leaning back in. His lips detaches from yours, leaving a trail of kisses down to your jawline. “Are you hungry, my love?” He asks, pulling back to look at you in your eyes. You smile and nodded, “Starving actually.“

“Esme insisted on cooking tonight because she couldn’t the last time you came over. She felt very guilty for having you leave on an empty stomach, so beware for a feast.” Jasper chuckles as he intertwines both of your guy’s hands together, bringing them up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. “Oh god, how am I going to finish all of it? You and the cullen’s don’t eat food.” You pout as you make your way off of Jasper’s lap, worrying about how you’re going to finish all of the food. “It’s okay, just sleep over tonight and have the rest for breakfast tomorrow mornin’.” Jasper says as he shifts over to the edge of his bed, shortly standing up afterwards. “I suppose that’s fine. My parents are away for the weekend.” You shrugged, standing up from Jasper’s bed, laughing at Jasper’s enlightened face. “C’mere, give me a kiss.” You ordered, shuffling over to Jasper to wrap your arms around his neck, tipi-toeing to take the male’s lips into yours once again.

But the door slams open abruptly, revealing the tall, built brown-haired vampire. “Y/N! Dinner’s ready!” Emmet announces, immediately regretting his enthusiastic entrance when he’s met with Jasper’s glare. “Dude, seriously?”

“Thank you, Emmet!” You thank, equally as energetic as the brown-haired vampire. You looked over to Jasper with a grin, patting his chest in attempt to calm the latter.

“Oh shit— sorry. My bad.” He laughs, “I’ll just..” He trails off, speedily running down the hall to the stairway.

“Now.. where were we?” Jasper hums with a smirk, leaning in.

“Nuh-uh. C’mon cowboy. I’m hungry.” You laugh, quickly running away from the immortal before he has a chance to pull you back into a kiss.

“Hey-! Wait! That’s not fair!” Jasper calls out, using his vampire speed to easily catch up to the young woman.

[astridthevalkyrie]

inspired by rafayel's when light falls memory.

cw: fluff, bratty raf, temporary blindness

When he stumbles into the room, you're on your feet immediately, staring furiously.

"Rafayel."

"Hey, no, you can't be mad." He points in the direction of your voice, and he's slightly off, which only makes you angrier. "If you think about it, this is your fault."

"Rafayel!"

"You sound so pretty when you say my name like that. Say it again?"

It had been on the tip of your tongue, but at his words you swallow the third utterance, merely glaring with a look that would make him shudder if he could see it.

If he didn't, y'know, blind himself again.

"Hmm, does the opposite effect work on you? Let's see. Don't kiss me. Don't get me food because I'm not hungry. Don't take me to bed and lay me down and push my shirt up and ogle me, I'd hate that."

"You're not funny," you snap at him, walking up and snatching his palm. Despite your obvious anger, Rafayel lets out a soft breath of relief at your touch, and doesn't protest a bit as you guide him to sit on the couch. When he'd told you he'd meet you here, you didn't suspect anything. When he said Thomas would be dropping him off, a bead of nervousness had build up inside you. And when Thomas texted you a simple apology text, you'd feared the worst.

He always does this. This is the third time it's happened since you've known him. Each time he cheerily tells you that the doctor has warned him it could be permanent if he keeps being so reckless. And each time, Rafayel ignores that advice completely and stays up another forty-eight hours to paint.

When he's seated, he sighs happily, tugging you close and tucking himself into your chest. "You smell good."

"Shut up. Do you even register how dangerous this is?"

"Mmhm." You see his lips curve into a smile. "Maybe this'll be the time it sticks."

Placing your fingers against his forehead, you push him back and he whines, slouching with a pout on his face. You don't dignify his hypothetical with an answer, stomping away—loud enough that he can hear your displeasure—to take a wrapped sandwich from the picnic basket you'd brought over.

Rafayel's brows furrow when you drop it in his hands, and he has to fiddle a bit before he can take the foil off. Cautiously, he takes a bite, knowing better than to ask you before eating if you're trying to poison him or not (your answer will always be a deadpan yes), and moans a little when the flavor hits.

"This is so good. Did you make this?"

You sit down a foot away from him, crossing one leg over the other and staring stoically at the wall in front of you. "I did. For a date."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his eyes widen, as though he's finally realizing how much trouble he's in. Abandoning the sandwich on the couch, he extends his hand out for you, finding your face first before he wraps his hand around your arm.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You put all this effort in and I—"

"Completely ruined our plans by showing up without your eyesight? Yes. You did."

"I'm sorry," he says again, pulling at you a little. You acquiesce, if only because the sight of him reaching for you makes you feel slightly bad. He pulls you into his chest this time, hiding his face in your hair as he murmur out apologies.

That's the thing with Rafayel. He can tease and poke and prod all he wants, but the second he actually feels something, he makes it blatantly clear. The guilt is practically dripping off him in waves.

"I'm not mad." You hold both his hands in yours, kissing his knuckles like they're precious—because to you, they are. "At least, not about the date. I am mad that you keep doing this to yourself even though it's bad for you."

His hands squeeze yours, and his blank eyes fill with an emotion you're not even sure he realizes he's expressing. "I told you, s'your fault. I was up three nights in a row working on something you inspired."

"Right." Shifting so that you can kiss the top of his head, you mumble, "So what I'm hearing is I should break up with you and then you'll be absolutely fine."

For a few seconds, Rafayel doesn't say anything, and you become concerned he thinks you're serious. But then he presses into you more, lips grazing against your collarbone.

"That'd be even worse."

"Oh, really?" You run a hand through his hair. "How so?"

"Heartbreak is amazing for creativity. I wouldn't sleep for weeks. Even after my eyesight was gone, I'd just keep paining...and painting...and painting..."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Kicking your feet out, you lay down, pulling him down on top of you. Rafayel sighs, one arm sliding around you as he tucks his face into your neck.

"You really do smell good."

"Please stop doing this to yourself. I'm genuinely asking you, Raf, I'm begging you to just let the inspiration stew—call me if you can't settle and I'll help. But stop it with these all nighters."

His fingers find yours, and he holds your hand against his chest tightly. "Okay," he whispers, "okay."

You don't push it further. If he's agreed, then he'll stick to his word, you know that. You'd feel guilty, at how much he bends to your every request despite the complaints, but it's not like you're trying to get him to buy you a diamond ring (and Rafayel would, should you so much as glance at one). You're making him promise for his own benefit.

"Even if I did lose my eyesight, I'd still remember how you look, y'know." He brushes his lips against a nearly faded hickey on your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. It's incredibly impressive that even without seeing, he knows exactly where his marks on you are. "Wouldn't stop calling you beautiful—promise."

A gentle hum escapes you. "I know. Believe it or not, my ego isn't what I'm worried about."

He laughs quietly, reaching down to kiss your chest before pressing closer to you, listening to your heartbeat with his eyes closed. "Yeah, you're worried about me. That's so embarrassing, you have a crush on me?"

"I'm in love with you," you respond, and predictably, his ears turn scarlet at your open words and he groans, fingers clutching your shirt as he wallows. "Don't dish out what you can't take, honey."

"You're so mean," Rafayel whispers, "stay with me?"

What a pain in the ass. But he's your pain in the ass, and you wouldn't have it any other way. "M'not going anywhere."

[hetfieldsdaddy]

Step brother James x Reader where they’re having sex late at night and he has a CRAZY praise kink and has to hold her mouth shut so no body hears them :3

BABE WAKE UP HETFIELDSDADDY POSTED!!! also yes i am getting to everyones requests theres alot 😞👍 but they are coming metallica nation. enjoy this one for now 💪

I hated my step-brother. I hated the mischievous looks he’d give me from the other side of the dinner table whilst we sat beside our parents. I hate how he stole all my things. I hated that every time I laid eyes on him, I had to push down the arousal and need I felt towards him. It had all started when he moved back in with us, after his stupid band project backfired and he needed somewhere to stay; he was stupid, jobless, and broke.

Obviously, my Dad and Step-mom sympathised with him. I just found it annoying. He was a few years older, yet acted like a little kid, always treating me with playful meanness like I was his biological sister. If that was the case, I’d probably kill myself immediately.

Our whole family sat at the dinner table, silently eating whatever burnt meal Dad had prepared for us, James only just walking down the stairs after being called umpteen times. I played with my food, eyes fixed on James as he sat down next to me.

He looked beside him, taking in my appearance before resting the side of his face on his palm. I took a small bite of my food, trying to atleast pretend I was enjoying the crime against humanity on my plate. I nearly choked on my food as I felt a hand run up my thigh, my face flushed as my eyes darted around the room, gaze then fixing on James. He gave a small smirk in return, parents too busy talking about.. whatever it is they constantly ran their mouths about.

I cleared my throat, “I.. uh— May I be excused?” I said, legs tensing up. “What? You’ve hardly touched your food.” Dad says, a small frown on his face, “I’ll eat it later, I’m just- not hungry right now.” I quickly rose from my seat, brushing James’ hand off of my thigh as I did so. I sped upstairs, closing my bedroom door behind me tightly and pressing my back against it, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore what he did to me. I clambered into bed, laying my head on the pillow and just making an attempt to sleep off the confusion.

I only managed to get about an hours worth of sleep, when I was suddenly awoken by fingers brushing along my shoulder. I jolted up, the room pitch black. “Shh.” A familiar voice shushed me, putting his hand over my mouth.

“James??” I spoke, speech muffled by the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away, pulling the sheets off of me and leaning over, hands rested at both sides of my head. “James, I don’t—“ I could hardly believe what was happening. Was this even real? Was I even awake? James’ breath hitched, a hint of regret in his expression.

He took his hands away, moving to get off of me, but I quickly stopped him and held him in place. “Stop it. I want.. this.” My tone of voice was flustered. It felt strange to be admitting that, but it felt good to know he felt the same way about me. “I think Dad’s still awake..” He whispered, gaze shifting to my bedroom door. I reached up and turned his head back to look at me, “Then we’ll just have to be quiet..” I mumble, pulling him down slightly to press my lips against his. He deepened the kiss, rubbing my waist and groaning into my lips.

He pulled away, “Fuck.. I need you.” He muttered, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m right here..- Please.” I gripped onto his shoulders tightly, stomach dropping when he rolled down my shorts and underwear, admiring my body beneath him. I quickly reached down, undoing the clothes on his bottom half and desperately pulling them off. He laughed quietly, “Someone’s eager..” James mumbled, voice hardly above a whisper.

He lifted me upwards and onto his lap, holding me in place by my waist and littering my neck with bites and kisses, before lining himself up with my pussy, sliding himself inside suddenly and without warning. I cried out loudly, only to have a quick hand cover my face. He slides it further in, my moans of pleasure muffled against the palm of his hand. Once he had allowed me to adjust, he moved his hand away.

I slumped over him, body leant against his chest and hear rested in the nape of his neck. “That’s— so good.. you feel so good inside me..” He jolted and let out a grunt upon hearing what I had said. Clearly, he enjoyed the praise. He thrusted up into me, arms wrapped around my waist to hold my body close to him. “James, you’re doing so good..” I cooed into his neck, one of his arms pulling off my body so he could press his palm to my mouth again. “Fuck.. be quiet..”

He whispered, speeding up his pace slightly; he was clearly unable to hold back. I whined against his hand, moving my hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. I shivered as he twitched inside of me, pulling my head away from his hand and leaning into his ear, “Please do it inside me.. don’t pull out.” I said firmly, his grip on me tightening when he fucked me faster. It felt strangely good. I had sex before, but it never felt like this, it was strange that my step-brother managed to be the one to please me, of all people. “I’m gonna cum..” He mumbled into my ear, voice trembling and tainted with desperation.

I cried out as he took ahold of my waist, pushing me down onto it and filling me up to the brim. I tried my best to stay quiet, but it was hard, quiet moans escaping my lips. He pulled out, laying me down on the bed and pulling his boxers up before laying down next to me. “That was— good..” I whispered. “They definitely heard us, though.” He replied.

[kvgs]

summary: megumi x chubby fem! reader, this is fully self indulgent b/c as a chubby girl i’ve been feeling like shit about myself, megumi just being the gentleman he is

warnings: bad self image, kinda talk of ed and bad family life, suggestive….stuff

you were never good at feelings, neither is megumi. that’s what happens when you come from shitty home lives. but you knew one thing—megumi fushiguro is your best friend and you have feelings for him. feelings you cannot express without wanting to throw up or run away or curse at your parents for never showing you proper love.

plus, you’re not built like everyone else in your friend group. you’re painfully aware of this, so, megumi has to be as well.

he always says he doesn’t have a type, just an unshakable personality—nothing else matters to him. you refuse to believe that. giving yourself another excuse to hide your growing feelings for the brooding boy.

“y/n,” maki says, nudging you from your self deprecating daydream. “hm?” you hum, tugging the hem of your uniform’s skirt further down. “i asked if you wanna get food with nobara and i. get your head out of your ass,” maki lightly smacks you upside the head. a hiss falls from your mouth at the dramatic pain, your face twisting in annoyance. “megumi and yuuji are coming too. but more importantly,” maki leans in with a teasing smirk, “megumi is. the fact that you like that nimrod—“

“maki—no,” you cut her off quickly. she and nobara are the only people you’ve told directly that you like megumi. you can only assume that the others know because it’s not like you’re going at hiding it. blushing at every small thing he does for you. every small he gives you and not the others makes your heart sore. the way he remembers everything about you and has to ask maki, his own family member, when her birthday is. all basic things but things you never got as a kid.

the trio makes their way across the field and towards you guys. your hands clam up. you last saw megumi at breakfast where he insisted you eat more cereal, that there’d be a lot of training done today and you’d need the nutrients. he wasn’t wrong but you still felt guilty. “where’s panda and inumaki?” you ask, leaning to the side as you two stand up. maki smirks, “training, i assume. there the slowpokes are!” she announces as they get closer. “hey! i’m not a slowpoke!” yuuji groans as they approach.

“i am. i’m too tired. ugh,” nobara says, resting a dramatic hand against her forehead. megumi’s focus stays on you. his blue eyes are lit up unbeknownst to the both of you in a way that only light up when you’re in his sights. there’s a bit a sweat sheen across your forehead from training so hard and from the japan heat radiating off your skin. “you okay, y/n?” megumi asks with only a softness you receive. you raise an eyebrow, “yes, i’m a-okay.”

nobara huffs, “that’s great. i’m hungry. let’s go!”

you should’ve known this was gonna happen. you should’ve known when you woke up and saw what you didn’t like in the mirror. you ate near to nothing at lunch and here you are—forced into megumi’s dorm because your best friend knows when something is wrong with you. he knows when your world is about to combust and take you with it.

he’s currently on the corner of his bed, you on the other, refusing to meet his concerned blue hued eyes.

“y/n……something is up. and don’t say there’s not because we both know—“

“—that you know when something is wrong. yeah, yeah,” you huff, finally meeting his eyes. his face softens at your annoyance. you just wanna lay down and cover yourself until some bout of confidence comes over you and you can wear clothes without wanting to throw up. megumi inhales sharply, eyes shifting away from yours as he takes the chance and scoots closer to you.

“bad day?” megumi asks so low that if his room wasn’t so peaceful you wouldn’t be able to hear it. your gaze focuses on the carpet. “in what sense?” you question. megumi blinks, moving closer and closer until his thigh knocks into yours. shamelessly, his gaze wraps around you. the way your thighs sit on his bed, staring at the way your thigh high socks have your skin spilling from them. it’s sexy. you’re sexy. megumi hates me crude, he does but how you don’t find yourself sexy will always baffle him. of course he’s been attracted to other people but you—you are just everything he wants and needs.

“your brain,” he answers, forcing himself to lock onto your face again. he doesn’t regret it though. but—his heart sinks at the tears brimming your eyes. the ones that dare to stain your beautiful, chubby cheeks he’d love to lay kisses on. you snort sarcastically, “how’d you guess that one?” you sniffle. he furrows his brow, leaning back on his elbows. you turn to face him and for once you notice the way his eyes trail down your frame. you freak out. he sees it too. he finally sees it and you know it. how disgusting you are. how you’ll never be a good sorcerer because of the body you were burdened with. just like your parents said.

you wish in that moment your technique let you become as small as an ant so you could slip out of this room and never come back.

your feet hit the ground, “i’m gonna go—“

“y/n—“

“meg, i don’t wanna hear this. whatever bullshit, okay? i just—i wanna cry and be not—me,” you admit with a choked sob. megumi shoots up from his spot on the bed, hand’s subconsciously reaching out for you. your body winces, expecting something—anything except the soft touch that he holds your wrists with. “don’t wanna hear what, y/n? i just wanna help you. i’m not—i’m not the best with it and i’m sorry but i care about you,” he gulps, “a lot.” megumi shudders as he becomes vulnerable in front of his best friend. the same best friend he imagines kissing till neither one of them can breath, the same best friend he imagines losing it all to in her bed or his. the same best friend he wants to spend the rest of his life with, no matter how short or long.

“you can’t—help me, meg. no matter what i do i’ll be stuck here, in this mindset—me and you both know i’m gross—“

“what the hell are you on about?” megumi remarks offendedly, “gross? what are you saying?” you pout, the words of self deprecation circle your head but your mouth falls into an ‘o’, none of them able to fall from your mouth. it clicks for him. you think your body is gross. that’s never a way he’s heard you describe yourself. it strikes him with such a force that he might be more offended than you have ever been. he releases your wrist and you brace for impact. the agreement of your insult.

the face he adores so much refuses to look at him, only at the floor of his dorm. “y/n,” he says your name as if it might harm him. not that you’ll ever hurt him, but that the solemn look across your face might and once you look up—it strikes him in the heart like a bomb.

you’ve been silently crying while you stared at the floor. your brain feels like static and you’re surprised you even heard the call of your name with the war in your head. it’s shouting horrible things, your own brain is trying to kill you and sometimes it might be easier to let it but megumi won’t let you. no. for the first time in a while megumi has more than two people he cares about. people he feels responsible for. people he just wants to see happy and god, is your smile the one he always wants to see lit up, eyes crinkled in the corner from how ecstatic you are.

eyeliner from your makeup has fallen down your cheeks. mascara is basically gone along with the slight shine from your usual lip gloss. the things you put on everyday in hopes it’ll make you feel better about yourself. some days it does, some days it really does but other days you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror without feeling like a pig with lipstick on.

megumi exhales sharply, swallowing at the sight of your tear stained, puffy lipped face. his hands are still around your wrist but one let’s go, carefully reaching out for your face, giving you ample time to rush away from him. but—you don’t. his large hand cups your right cheek and you lean into the touch. the silence rips apart. your sobs fill his dorm room, body weak as you feel yourself give up. megumi, who isn’t good with feelings, knows he has to hold you. so, he encases you in his frame, a hand holding your head to his chest. he tries to remember what his mother or sister would do the rare times he got upset like this.

“i’m tired of it, megumi,” you cry into the dark cloth of his t-shirt. it’s your favorite shirt on him and you’re ruining it. you ruin things. just like if you tell your best friend your harboring feelings. his hand rubs your back and you wince as if he has hurt you when it ghosts past a roll that you despise. “tired of what, hon—,” he cuts the pet name off, settling for a bite of his tongue instead. only you would let such a sappy thing fall from his mouth.

you don’t hear it over how quiet it was with your sobs. you force yourself to leave his hold, already feeling cold and you wipe your tears, staring at the makeup that now coats your fingers.

“feeling like i’ll never belong. i’ll never be—girl enough because of how i look. never pretty—“

“you’re gorgeous,” megumi says so quickly that he himself doesn’t expect the confession. the worlds fall down his throat with a gulp, echoing through his head as he watches your eyes widen. your fists clench and unclench, the cycle repeats until it feels like you’re back on earth and not dreaming that those words just fell from his mouth. he takes a step closer, “y/n?”

“yeah?” you say, tearful eyes flashing down his frame. your cheeks are hot as a blush works it’s way up from your throat to them. megumi scratches the back of his neck, for once wishing he listened to nobara or yuuji’s more than likely horrible love advice. it’s better than the blank brain he has right now. no, he can’t be that desperate.

your bit of confidence dies down when he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a loss for words. “megumi, you don’t have to say anything to make me feel—better. i’m just expressing my—feelings. something we’re both not good at,” you comment with a nervous chuckle and another wipe of the tears that don’t seem to stop. the gears are turning internally, splitting megumi open as all the things he’s been wanting to say for months pile up in his tongue.

it physically hurts him and he curses his father wherever he is at for leaving him, causing his feelings to pain him physically.

“you’re—pretty, y/n,” megumi admits once again with a hiccup to his throat. flustered, you look anywhere but the dark haired boy. at his polaroids attached to the wall, at his books stacked on his desk. even the teddy bear you got him at one of the local fairs a couple months ago. it sits perfectly up right on his desk, right next to all his study material. something to remind him of you as he gets his school work done. your heart swells at the thought while the other half fights to beat you down again.

in a split second, his hands have dipped your face again. he’s admiring you. all the things you hate, he’ll love ten times harder. you’re gravitated to look into his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a solid two beats. it’s a look you’ve never seen in him before. or maybe never noticed.

love. lust. admiration. just a simple twinkle you’ve never seen in anyone else before.

your eyes match his, making his stomach twists as butterflies flutter from their cocoons. he can feel your skin heat up under his pale hands and he finally learns of the affect he has on you.

the tension is—intense. you’ve never been here. neither of you know what to do next. but, your lips are twitching as your gaze lands on his lips. so, you follow your heart.

your lips lock onto megumi fushiguro’s and with no hesitation, he’s pulling you in deeper. his hands find your neck, yours tug at his hair until somehow, someway you get turned around and your calves hit his bed. you whimper, pulling away breathlessly. you’re both panting but smiling. big smiles that radiate love and need. you both finally got the thing you’ve been yearning for since you’ve seen the other.

the break doesn’t last long because megumi can’t take the separation. his lips attach to yours more feverishly this time. carefully, he rests you against the bed. you disconnect for a moment, only to crawl up to his headboard with him hovering above you. his black shirt falls a bit, letting you peek under it to see his toned body. you ball the collar in your hand with a new found confidence. moans and whimpers fill the room from two inexperienced and needy people.

after what feels like a blissful forever, you pull away. his lips are swollen, coated in your mixed saliva. his hair is messy with a goofy look across your face. “fuck,” you say between pants. his elbows land on either side of your body, caging you against his bed. he’s bright pink. “you believe me now?” megumi asks, sight falling to your neck and then your pushed up breasts because anywhere is better than your eyes right now.

but—the gentleman side of him wins and he shifts from your rapid moving chest to your face. “believe what?” you question and for a second he thinks you’re joking. his face falls for a second, head nearly falling with it to the comfort of your stomach. he chuckles, “that you’re pretty, idiot,” megumi sheepishly says.

you swallow and megumi can feel your nervous breaths beneath him. “i—uh, might need a few more to just—prove it,” you tease, hands sliding around his neck once more. megumi smirks, clicking his tongue, “yeah? i think i can do that.”

“good,” you say lowly, leaning closer to him, full thighs wrapping around his torso. megumi licks his lips, “good,” he matches you tone, falling forward to land another never ending kiss on your lips.

[emswritingsstuff]

reader being on some heavy pain meds from being treated for an injury. just flirting w carol w no hesitation. carol just laughing and being like ur high but reader being like “yes i am,” giggling “but i mean it” and getting all touchy on her hands and the side of her face hhh

if carol has 0 fans im dead y'all

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From the Start (Carol Peletier x Fem! Reader)

WC: 809

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Getting your thigh impaled with an arrow was definitely not your brightest moment. Granted you had acted pretty stupid to end up in that situation, falling off a small ledge and onto your quiver. Luckily you were with the right people, and they got you out of trouble quickly. The whole ride back to the prison you knew you were going to hear it from Rick, how irresponsible you acted, how you can’t be doing all that, the spiel he gave everyone after an injury. 

Hershel and Glenn were working on the wound, Hershel thanking God they got you back to him in time and that the arrow didn’t do any serious damage. All could you do was agree, laying down on the bed trying not to think about the pain. 

Once clean, Hershel bandaged your wound and sent Glenn out to grab antibiotics and painkillers to help the healing process. You were no doubt going to be bed bound for a few days, which was already making you stir crazy. They both soon left after debriefing you on what you need to do to keep yourself from an infection. You listened and they were soon gone, leaving you to rest.

You had tried so hard to go without the pain meds, but the pain in your leg was excruciating. Every time you even slightly moved the pain shot through your entire body. You finally bit the bullet and took some meds, only taking one because they had seemed to be on the stronger side. 

It took awhile for them to kick in, but they worked. All the pain you felt melted away and you felt at ease. You relaxed into your pillow, just laying there. You had fallen asleep at some point getting some of the best sleep you’ve had in your life. A slight thud had awoken you from your slumber and you slowly opened up your eyes to see Carol picking up a small box she knocked over. She cursed under her breath and went to leave as soon as the box was off the ground. 

You didn’t know what had really gotten into you but you really wanted her to stay. “Hey Carol..” what you said was really drawn out, obvious you were still under the influence of the pain meds. She whipped her head around, “Sorry hun, did I wake you? I just wanted to drop off some dinner.” She had gestured to the bowl on your bedside table with a small glass of water. You wasted no time in propping yourself up slowly and preparing to eat, as hungry as ever. 

Carol watched you, giggling to herself at your mannerisms. It was entertaining. 

As she kept watching you, your hand stretched out and patted the open space next to you, “Sit with me.” What you said was somewhat mumbled as you still had some food in your mouth. Carol obliged and sat down, making sure to do it slowly so she wouldn’t move your injured leg. 

Once you finished your food, you immediately started talking Carol's ear off. Talking about everything you could think of. It was cute, Carol enjoyed listening to you speak. Even if she had no idea what you were even talking about half the time. “Next time we’re on a run, remind me to look for a quiver that goes on my back, not a belt one. The belt ones failed me today.” It was all mindless blabber. Funny thing is though, you knew what you were saying. You just couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. 

In the corner of her eyes, Carol saw your hand move. She was confused at first until your hand met with her face. You carefully caressed her face with your thumb, mumbling things like “so pretty” and “beautiful” making Carol get all flustered. 

“Hun, what are you doing?” she inquired, wanting things to be less awkward for her sake. 

“Lookin’ at you. I love looking at you,” Carol lightly scoffed playfully. Trying not to get all flustered in front of you. You’d both had a good relationship, nothing flirtatious up until now. But she was certain the pain meds you were on had something to do with it. 

“I think you should lay back down hun, you’re pretty high” Carol giggled, removing your hand from her face and gently pushing on you to lay back. Softly retaliating, you stood strong pointing a playful finger in her face. “Yes, I totally am. But I do mean what I said.” 

She just smiled fondly at you, knowing that was true. “Okay, we’ll talk about this again once you're not in the clouds. Now get some more rest.” Carol took your hand and placed a soft kiss on it before leaving. 

“Goodnight, Carol. I love you,” you said, getting your last word in. 

“Love you too.” 

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the injury is lightly based off my irrational fear of impaling myself with one of my arrows (even though i have never seen it happen or done it myself in my over a decade of experience with archery.)

[own-tt]

"Say Yes."

Yandere Lawliet x Reader NSFW

Summary: L had always wanted true successors. Ones that are tied by blood. Maybe you could help him with that fantasy

Warnings: breeding kink, mentions of blood, biting, L being a pervert, drugging , L ooc?, L doesnt like his successors much, masterbastion, L drugging sweets, Yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping,

Word count: 1234

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L just always liked the idea of blood successors. Raising them just right, to perfection. And now that he has you, that fantasy can become reality.

He slowly creeps to your door and knock on it carefully. No answer so he goes inside. And there you were, laying in your bed, in a slim nightgown. You looked perfect like that.

When he opened the door your eyes snapped towards him. You rolled your eyes away from him and grabbed a book from the nearby nightstand, Probably to ignore him. He doesnt mind as he crawls next to your legs.

“Dearest?” He asks in a low voice. You don't reply with anything. Just continuing to read your book, continuing to ignore his gaze. “Y/nn.” He sings. “Leave me alone.”

He pretends that he didnt hear that. “I was wondering something.” Now you were honestly curious. You never heard him ask for something from you. He always just took it. Your things, your clothes. Anything to gain your attention. But now hes actually asking for something? So you respond with an angry hum.

“You remember my successors, right?” You did. He talked about them quite often, saying they were good kids. And they were the best successors he's ever had. You hummed again. “Well. I've been thinking.”

“I think we need more then two.” You were confused. So you asked “what do you mean.” His head was now laying on your thighs, his hair tickling you. “Well. Personally. They could be better, if I had someone to teach instead of the orphanage. I would be able to have even better successors.”

“I dont understand.”

“I want blood successor, ones that are tied by blood.” He says, you finally understand, and your eyes widened. You tried to crawl away from him. Screaming insults in the process.

“NO WAY AM I CARRYING YOUR CHILD EVER! YOU PERVERT GET AWAY FROM ME.”

He tried to calm you down, but all he could do is pull you back underneath him. He shushed you, putting his hand over your mouth to keep you silent.

“I want you to consider it. Just think. If I personally raise them, they'll be better than me even. And we will finally have some company, some small company running around the house.”

You didnt want to think of that, small baby L’s and yours running around the house, clingy to both of you.

An L copy, maybe more. You didnt even know how many he wanted. “NO! I DONT WANT TO! YOU CANT MAKE ME!”

“Not at the moment I cant. I'll give you some time to think about it. You tell me your opinion later.” He said before ducking down and kissing your forehead.

He then got up and left your room. Leaving you dazed and confused on what just happened. You could feel small tear droplets running down your cheek as you stared blankly at the wall.

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L held the small bottle in his hand, he carefuly read the label, “Spice up your sex life with the new Aphrodisiac. Only a spoon full.” He carefully filled the spoon up with the liquid. It was a nice hot pink, which was odd but he didnt complain as he dumped it in the batter.

He knew you were hungry, hungry enough for food that he made, he told you that he had to go somewhere for a bit, so he was leaving you here. There was no way you could escape. But he knew you were hungry enough to eat the cake he was making. The one that had a small special ingredient.

But he didnt realized that when he came back he was greeted with a whimpering you, on the couch. Trying your best to create some friction with your fingers.

“This is all your fault isnt it.” You panted, not even caring about the vulnerable state you were in. “I dont know what your talking about dearest.” He said with a low smug smile. He was extremely content with the view he had. But he wouldn't mind a little more, “do you need any help?”

“Fuck you.” You gasped.

“If you dont need my help, I guess I'll go get something to eat.“

“Wait! Please!” You screamed. Trying to stop him from leaving. He smiled and back up next to you again. “Yes darling?”

“Please. I need your help. Please, please!”you begged. Your fingers were getting tired and crampy. You couldn't do this forever, you needed someone else, you were too desperate to ignore his help.

“Have you thought about what you wanted?” He said while crawling in between your legs. “Huh?” You sighed. “Dont you remember? I thought you would, it was such an important topic, I cant belive you would forget.” He mocked you, he sat in your legs. Holding them right above his hips.

“Wha- I. I cant remember.” Your mind was so full of that drug, that all you could think about was the relief he was going to give you.

“Then let me ask you again.” he whispered in your ear.

“Will you give me my future successors?” He said in that low voice that made you weak. “But. I dont wanna get pregnant, it's scary.” You whimpered. “Dont worry.” He cooed.”I'll be with you a the way. But I do need an answer from you dear.”

You didnt want to get pregnant, but the need growing in between your legs was starting to hurt. And you had a feeling he wasnt going to start unless you agreed. So you nodded.

“That's what I want to see.” He buried his face in your neck as he started to grind his dick against you. Making you groan.

“I c-ant.” you stutter. You cant process anything when he makes you feel like this. “Its okay, just let me do everything.” He mutters into your ear.

As he grinds he leans over and bites your neck hard, hard enough to draw a thin stream of blood. You hiss, you could feel his mouth form into a smile.

Suddenly he gets up and pulled his pants and boxes down. “I'm sorry, Love. But I cant hold it in anymore.” He chuckles. He didnt hesitate before showving himself inside you. Making you gasp for breath.

It was like he knocked out all the air from your lungs, You could feel him soothing the burn in between your legs.

His thrusts were harsh. Like he was trying to find something, deep inside you. “F-fuck. “ he cried. “Imagine. Us, a little. Kid!” He tries to get his sentence out before he moaned. You cant even respond over him pounding into you.

It isnt long until the both of you come undone. “Cum with me, please.” He says into your ear. you comply, Now you were left with a mess underneath you, and a stalker above you, completely out of breath. At least the affects of that drug is a lot more numb.

“Now.” He pants

“I'll finally live a fantasy. And have a blood successor.” He says while slowly rubbing your belly. Already imagining the way your belly will swell with his child.

You fell asleep, trying to ignore every word that's coming out of his mouth.

But you couldnt lie, it did feel quite good.

[wandafiction]

I Can't Be Here - Just Us Chapter 56

Warnings: Fluff With Some Angst Thrown in For Fun

Word Count: 4574

Series List | Chapter 55 | Chapter 57

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I wake up to the feeling of kisses being planted all over my face, smiling as the kisses move to my lips. I feel Wanda smile against my lips before she presses her head into the crook of my neck, her hand moves to draw patterns on my bare chest as she takes a deep breath in. Her whole body is on top of mine, both of us enjoying the skin on skin contact as we are both still very naked from our adventures last night. I move my left hand up to her hair and start scratching at her scalp, as her face pushes further into my neck where she starts leaving small pecks. When I feel her take in another deep breath, I turn my head to look down at her as she tilts hers to look up at me.

"Do I smell nice?" I giggle as Wanda hums out a yes. "Are you hungry princess?" 

"Mhmm. I could eat a whole elephant." She giggles against my neck, and I smile at the sound.

"Well I don't have an elephant but we do have pancake mix and your favourite berries to go with it. How does that sound?" 

"Sounds lovely. But in like 5 minutes I'm comfortable, and you're warm." I peck her forehead, making her smile against my neck.

"Okay princess, 5 more minutes." I close my eyes as I feel Wanda's body relax against mine, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin on mine. 

When I feel Wanda’s breathing even out, letting me know she has fallen back asleep, I carefully remove her body from on top of mine so I can get out of bed and make a start on breakfast for us: well lunch since it’s 2pm. I manage to make it out of bed, throwing a clean top and underwear on, before sneaking out of her room to head to the kitchen. I am so glad the boy’s are not here this weekend, so we can just lounge around and not have to worry about cooking or entertaining them. 

It doesn’t take me too long to make the pancakes and coffee, which are all now loaded onto a tray as I head back to Wanda’s room using my elbow to push the handle down so I can get in. As the door opens my eyes look at Wanda who is surprisingly awake and already looking at me, a tired smile on her face as she raises her arms above her head stretching. Her arms shake slightly, an odd noise leaves her mouth as she stretches, her hands join together and push upwards more and I hear a few of her fingers click. Now that is what you call a good stretch.

“Good morning princess. Glad to see you're awake, again.” Her arms flop down next to her outside of the duvet, pushing her body up so she is sat against the headboard. 

“Good morning dorogoy. They smell good.” I place the tray on Wanda’s lap as she crosses her legs and I make my way back into the bed. Once I am settled I take the tray back that makes Wanda pout at me but I give her a few quick kisses that seem to make it disappear.

“I don’t want you spilling food on yourself while you’re still naked, even though the view is completely worth it. So grab a shirt or something just in case.” She hums as she gets up, and I lean to playfully smack her butt which makes her squeal and shoot me a glare. 

“What do you want to do today baby?” Wanda asks with her bare back still facing me as she searches her draws for a shirt. 

“How about we go on a nice walk around central park? Or because it's a bit colder we can head to the History Museum in Manhattan?” Wanda turns around with her shirt in hand, my eyes drop to her bare chest but quickly flick back to her face where I see her smirking at me. 

“The museum sounds like a good idea, and then we can head to one of the small cafes in the area.”

“Whatever you want to do.”

Wanda puts her top on, moving back to the bed and lifting the covers so she can get herself comfortable under them. I sit up a bit more creating a little space between us where I can lay the tray, so it doesn’t have to rest in one of our laps; moving the cups of coffee to the bedside table so they don’t spill on the bed. Seeing this, Wanda straightens out her legs, laying them over mine and we both shiver at the skin on skin contact that we both crave from one another. I cut up a couple pieces of pancake, using a fork to stab a piece that I give to Wanda as I use my fingers of my other hand to feed myself a piece. Multitasking.

Me and Wanda manage to finish the pancakes rather quickly as we hadn’t eaten anything since before the party, and - well - sex works up an apittite. Now we are just drinking our coffee in bed talking about random things that range from what our work schedules look like to when we should go out to dinner next. Wanda's phone gets a text alert and she moves to check it, her brows furrow slightly as she replies a few times.

"It's Vision he wants to talk to us." I put my now empty cup on the bedside table and turn to Wanda.

"What about?"

"The trip to Canada." She moves to place her cup on the bedside table.

"He says he needs to meet you first before his boys go gallivanting around the Canadian wilderness with a stranger." I hum in acknowledgement, pulling Wanda closer to me now there is no food tray on the bed.

"When would he like me to meet him?" I see Wanda fiddling with her hands in her lap, her head resting on my shoulder as her eyes wander around the room.

"Well he said he and the family are going out for a small dinner today. He sort of invited us along. I said I would ask you first."

"So would it be him, his wife and the boys?" I feel her nod against me.

"I think maybe his step-daughter too, but I'm not sure. Apparently she hasn't really been around much, because she went travelling or some shit. I think the boys have met her once or twice, I've never seen her. I don't even know her name." Wanda releases a harsh breath. "What do you think baby?" 

"I'm happy to meet him today. I've got some spare jeans and shirts here, so we don't have to go anywhere else. We can go to the museum any other day. What time are they meeting?" 

"What's it's like 2.30 now, so we have to be ready to go for 5 as the table is booked for 6. I want to make sure we get ahead the traffic and that." I turn to plant a kiss on Wanda's forehead.

"Sounds like a plan to me, princess. I think we need a nice long shower before anything else, we stink." Wanda laughs into my neck as she moves closer to me, her face now stuffed into the crook of my neck and her hands move to hold mine; playing with my fingers.

"Shower together?" She asks in a cute baby voice. 

"Of course, but nothing other than washing. My body is spent." 

"Mine too, I feel like I've run a fucking marathon. Not that I'm complaining." 

"Kind of sounds like you're complaining." I joke, nudging my shoulder against her. "It's fine we will just go nice and easy next time. No handcuffs or blindfolds."

"No baby." I smile at the small whine that leaves her lips. "I like it rough."

"And kinky." She lightly hits me but we both giggle together.

"Yes and kinky, but I guess it's maybe because I've never really done anything like it before. I don't know." She shrugs her shoulders. "I guess I'm just up for trying different things."

"There is nothing wrong with trying different things Wanda, I was only joking I promise. Is it weird if I ask, if Vision wanted to try different things with you?" 

"I don't know, it feels a little odd but the answer is no. We never did anything apart from missionary, actually I think maybe we had me on top once but nothing else."

"Well I will be your sex toy, if you need me to be." Wanda laughs at me, and when I go down to kiss her she playfully pushes my face away making me gasp.

"Nope, we need a shower." I roll my eyes getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom, and smile when I hear Wanda's footsteps following behind me. 

I turn the water on, allowing it to heat up as I start getting undressed, as Wanda edges her way into the bathroom already pulling her shirt off. She stands on her tiptoes giving me a small kiss before getting into the shower, a small sigh leaving her lips as the hot water hits her body. It doesn't take me too long to join her spinning her around to face me, her fuzzy smile on her face as she looks up at me. I wash her hair for her, as she enjoys the hot water relaxing her muscles, and when it comes to body wash I make sure to massage it in. Her body slumps against mine when I start massaging her legs, a satisfied moan leaving her mouth which makes me smirk. I take my time massaging her body, making sure it helps her relax as much as possible and that she would be less sore than what she could have been. 

When I nudge her back under the water, I watch as she allows the water to wash the soap off her body. She has one hand against the wall, her back facing me, and her head is bowed down tiredly. I grab the shampoo again ready to wash my hair, but Wanda turns around snatching it from my hand and squeezes some into her palm. She stands on her tiptoes, her arms stretching up to reach my head, so instead of seeing her struggle I turn around so my back is facing her and tilt my head backwards. Her hands scratch at my scalp as she starts to weave her hands through my hair, she moves it to the side slightly and she pepper's my right shoulder with kisses. 

"I love you baby." Her voice cracks slightly as she whispers into the shower. 

"I love you too cuddle bug." She kisses my shoulder once more, her hands drop to my waist as she pulls me under the hot water allowing me to wash out the shampoo. Wanda passes me the bottle of conditioner, while holding onto the body wash. I raise my eyebrows in question as I shake the bottle in my hand side to side.

"We don't have much time. You do your hair while I wash your body." I let out a small 'oh' as I empty some conditioner into my hand and start weaving it through my hair.

Wanda squeezes out some body wash and starts to lather it across my shoulders and down to my chest. She allows her hands to brush over my breasts gently squeezing them as she giggles at my raised eyebrow as I give her a 'stop it' look. She raises her hands up in surrender before bringing them to my shoulders, turning me around and starts moving her hands up and down my back, taking her time over my spine as her hands dance up and down my scars. She moves her hands down to my legs, massaging mine like I did hers and my heart skips a beat at how careful and caring she is being. Wanda lightly taps my butt to let me know she is done, as she steps out of the way so I can stand right under the water. 

"I like that your ensuite has a walk in shower." She leans against the tiled wall of the shower has her eyes watching me.

"But all your rooms at the penthouse have an ensuite and they all have walk-in showers." I roll my eyes, I mean she isn't wrong.

"Well your water pressure is definitely better. Might need that key to get in and shower whenever I want." I see Wanda's eyes light up as she softly bites her lip.

"Guess we are getting you that key then." 

"Mmm, I guess we are." I lean over giving her a sweet kiss. "Now let's get out of the shower so we can get changed and go meet your ex-husband."

"And his wife, and step-daughter."

"His wife that was his side piece. What's that like for you." I turn the shower off, opening up the door so I can step out and grab me and Wanda some towels. 

She follows closely behind, grabbing the towel from my hand to wrap around her body and then moves to wrap my towel around me. Once we both have towels on our body we move back into her room, I make my way to my bag while Wanda starts searching her draws. She turns to look at me as I place my clothes on the bed, as I start drying myself.

"You asked what it's like?" I hum out a yes. "I mean, I am more angry at him than her because she didn't really know I existed. And when she found out he had a wife and 2 kids, well lets just say I got a message from her. Of course I had some distain for her, well she was fucking my husband so it's allowed, but when she told me Vision wanted to continue what they had I definitely had a breakdown that night." She pauses for a moment to think about what to say next.

In the moment of silence, I drop my towel to the floor and pull my black blouse over my head. I then wrap the towel around my hair, as Wanda does the same. She may be in the room but I can see her mind is far away, so I continue to let her think over what she has just said. As I am putting my underwear and pants on she turns to me, with a half smile.

"I told her he wasn't mine anymore and that she didn't have to ask permission to be with him. I told her to be careful though, I didn't want the same thing to happen to her with what happened to me. The first time she met the boys she had phoned me and asked what their favourite food, drinks and movie were. So I told her. She does more than Vision to be fair, me and her co-parent the boys really. Vision is just in the picture as he is the dad, the ex-husband and the current husband " she smiles as she looks at me. "So we like the wife, ex side piece. Her name is Karen, but she isn't really a 'karen'. I did hear her daughter was a bit of a trouble maker but she has never really been around the boys. It didn't worry me too much." 

"Okay so I can't chew out the woman?" Wanda laughs as she shakes her head.

"No, no you can't. But Vision you can if you want. Actually don't do that till after we take the boys to Canada, otherwise he might not be too happy that we are going to be taking them." 

"So fake my kindness towards him, and then have a go at him." Wanda frowns slightly at my words. "I'm joking Wanda, I don't want to do anything that causes any issues. I need him to preferably like me so I can continue hanging out with the boys, we'll at least so he is happy that the boys can be left with me if needed." 

"You don't need to try anything, just be you. Okay one thing you need to try. Just try and hold back on the sarcasm he doesn't quite understand when someone is and isn't being sarcastic."

"Got you, so no innuendos?" I wiggle my eyebrows playfully as Wanda laughs out and I feel a smile grow on my face as I watch her shake her head and hand at me.

"No, definitely not. God no, the boys will be there. So will Karen and her daughter. I think she is your age but no, no innuendos Y/n. Just small talk and getting to know one another."

"So a double date but the children decided to tag along." Wanda throws her towel in my face, both of us laughing. As I struggle to get it on my face I hear her walk up up me. Her hands touch mine as she helps me pull the towel off my face, which I now realise was also stuck on the towel around my hair. 

"Hi." I smile down at her as her soft voice meets my ears. 

"Hi." She leans up to kiss my lips.

"We don't have long so let's do our hair and make-up and then we need to leave."

"Yes ma'am." She gives me a pointed look.

"I love you cuddle bug."

"I love you too baby. Let's get this show on the road." Wanda turns around, making her way out of the room, to grab the hairdryer from the main bathroom and I poke my head out her bedroom door to shout down at her.

"Me! Am I the show? Are you showing me off?!" 

"Shut it Y/n otherwise you're going with wet messy hair and that will be their first impression of you." I gasp as she starts walking back to her room.

"You wouldn't dare?" I squint my eyes at her and she raises her eyebrows at me.

"No I wouldn't baby. But if you don't get your ass in gear it's happening whether you like it or not." I roll my eyes but make my way back into my room. "Now sit down so I can dry your hair." 

"Yes ma'am."

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Me and Wanda are walking towards the restaurant that Vision has booked for tonight, both of us wrapped in our hats and scarfs as it is getting colder as the days go on. There's a small queue outside of the restaurant, which I'm sort of glad about because it will allow me a second to calm my nerves. I feel Wanda squeeze my hand tugging my arm slightly to pull my attention away from all the strangers that are walking by. 

"You okay baby?" 

"Yeah, just a little nervous. I'm meeting your son's dad, I need to make a good impression and there are so many things he could bring up and I...I just don't want to cause any issues, I don't want to give him a reason not to like me. What if he doesn't like the fact I'm only 22, what about if he doesn't want someone like me around your boys." My rambling is broken when I feel Wanda's cold hands on my face, her gloves under her armpit so I can feel her skin.

"Breathe for me baby." I nod as I let out a shaky breath." That's it. Now listen to me, if he says anything against you or who you are, who we are to one another you are allowed to defend yourself. If you feel like you can't then I will because he has no right to say anything about you when you have done nothing but make me and the boys extremely happy. But he has no right to try and make a dig at you after what he did to me and those boys. You understand." 

"I understand. I just want him to get along with me." 

"I know you do, baby. Now give me a kiss, my lips are cold." I smile as I lean down to connect our lips in a short sweet kiss. 

It only lasts a few seconds and when we pull away our hot breath is visible in the cold air, as they mix together in front of us. My eyes flick to the people in front of us in the queue who are now being shown to their seats. Okay breathe Y/n, relax. It's going to be okay. A waiter comes out with a winning smile and 2 menus in his hand, we give him Vision's name and he starts to show us inside. He leads us around the maze of tables and I smile when my eyes meet with the boys who are facing me, two spare seats next to them. I look at the three people who are facing the boys, and it's pretty easy to guess who they are. 

Vision turns around first when he sees the boys wave us over, a tight lipped smile on his face as he starts to stand ready to greet us. The brunette next to him turns around and I assume she is Karen, her more friendly smile on her face as she looks between me and Wanda. I think I see a hint of pride in her eyes as she looks between the two of us, and she joins Vision in getting ready to stand up. The other young woman next to Karen looks really familiar even though I'm still staring at the back of her black dyed hair. 

I see the boys point to us and the other woman turns around and my body freezes on the spot, the color draining from my face. It can't be. My hand tightens in Wanda's and it's enough to draw her attention away from the table just a few feet ahead of us. She turns to look at me, confusion written all over her face but it soon turns to worry as she sees how pale I've become. My eyes don't leave the young woman, who is just smirking at me, so I flinch when Wanda places her hand on my face. She immediately retracts her hand when she sees me flinch. My eyes slowly move away from looking at the younger woman to Wanda, her eyes never having left my face and I feel my eyes start to fill with tears. I try to speak but the words get trapped in my throat. I look back to the young woman at the table who just continues to smirk at me, everyone else's eyes now darting between me and her.

"Baby what's wrong?" Wanda squeezes my hand instead of moving her hands anywhere and I go back to look at her.

"I...I…I can't…."

"You can't, what baby?" I see Wanda's eyes searching my face for a clue and when my eyes dart back to the other woman's, her eyes follow mine and mine drop to look at the floor.. "Baby what is it?"

"I can't be here. She….she...she can't be here." Before Wanda can say anything the other woman stands from her chair taking a step forward and I immediately take two steps back. 

"Wanda what's going on?" Vision's voice is deep and I turn to face him, then Wanda and I see from the corner of my eye the woman who takes another step. I take two steps back. She stops and just smiles. 

"It's good to see you again Y/n." Her voice sends a shiver down my spine, not the good kind, it makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry. I haven't heard that voice in months, I was never meant to hear that voice again. 

"You know each other?" Karen's voice is different to her daughters and it calms me down a bit as she has nothing but a softness to her voice.

"We do yeah." Her voice is full of malice, and I flinch slightly at the tone and I catch the worried look from Wanda. She takes another step forward and I take two back.

"Don't." My voice is emotionless and dark. 

"Oh come on Y/n, for old times sake I just want a hug." She goes to take a step forward and I hold out my hand pointing at her, my hand shaking: still not able to look at her.

"Don't." I'm on the edge of crying. I can feel it, but she can't see me cry so I take in a sharp breath, closing my eyes and shaking my head to stop the tears from falling. 

"What? I'm not allowed to hug an old friend?" She acts coy pretending like she doesn't know a thing. 

"Y/n who is she to you?" Wanda's voice is small, trying to get me to look at her. But I can't look up because if I look up I will see her.

"Oh Y/n that hurts to know she doesn't know who I am." She turns to Wanda with a wide fake smile on her lips. 

"You can't be here." I clear my throat and her head whips to me, her smile fading to a frown. 

"Well I got here first so you're going to be the one who leaves." 

"What is going on?" Karen's voice is demanding and we all fall silent, I still can't look up. 

"Well mom, I think that Y/n should be the one to tell everyone who exactly I am to her." She takes a step back towards her mom but I don't move. "Y/n I said you should be the one to tell everyone." 

I flinch at her words, but finally look up avoiding her gaze. I look at Wanda, who has nothing but worry and confusion written all over her face. Then I look at the boys, who are trying their best to not get involved, both of them just staying quiet looking at their phones. Then I look at Vision who has a stern look on his face, like he is trying to tell me to sort it out already. I then look to Karen whose eyes are flicking from to the woman next to her. I try to look at her but I can't and my head drops as I look back at the floor.

"I can't do this." 

"Oh come on Y/n, I thought I taught you better than to be a coward." Her voice is harsh, and I flinch again.

"Oi, don't talk to her like that, who the hell do you think you are?" Wanda's hand squeezes mine as she raises her voice at the other woman. 

"Fine. Hi Wanda, lovely to meet you." She holds out her hand for Wanda to take, but she doesn't and it makes me smile a little to myself.

"I asked who you were." The young woman huffs but drops her hands, but remains quiet. " You know my name so I should at least know yours, especially since you're their stepsister." Wanda tries again and the woman I haven't looked at once grumbles out a fine.

"Stephanie, or steph for short."

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[aiysan2]

Buddha - Suguru Geto x Reader

Suguru Geto who was once in love with his underclassman, now harbours very different feelings about her since realising one of her parents has no cursed energy. What happens when his feeling spring back at an inconveniencing time?

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You hadn't seen him in so long, however that was the usual. It was usually a couple of days to weeks between each time you'd speak to him, but now that you thought about it you hadn't seen him in months. He was usually attached to his friend Saturo Gojo but they hadn't been attached in a while. 

You were beginning to get worried, your upperclassman was absent in your life and it took something out of you having to constantly keep your eyes peeled for the long-haired jujutsu sorcerer.

On your own you decided to go to his dorm, you had to see him, if you didn't everything would go to shit. You couldn't stand not seeing your eye candy at least once a week.

You knocked on the door gently, not even sure if he cared about you as much as you cared for him. You hoped he wouldn't be too upset about you showing up unannounced but you didn't have his number and were too scared to ask Nanami for it.

You heard shuffling behind the door before the taller boy opened it just a small crack. You looked at him and it seemed like he hadn't slept in ages, his usual shiny hair was dull and he had lost quite a bit of weight.

He tilted his head at you, staring at you like you were a nuisance interrupting his day. He wasn't in the mood to speak with anyone at all, even if it was that one underclassman that always caught his eye.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting but I just wanted to see if you were ok, I haven't seen you around school lately." You smiled hoping he would stop looking at you with such dismissal, you stuttered slightly holding up the carrier bag with some food inside, "I bought you something to eat just in case you were hungry."

He took it from your hands but you didn't budge or walk away from where you stood, he scrunched up his eyes blinking a few times before sighing. 

"Do you wanna come in?"

"Yes please!" You smiled, suddenly ecstatic that you'd spend time with your crush. You made yourself comfortable, sitting on his bed while he sat a little distance away from you.

"You should eat it now while it's hot ." You told him gesturing the bag and trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

"I'll eat it later I'm not really hungry right now." He mumbled, he looked at you, you seemed giddy and energetic the complete opposite of how he was feeling and as much as one side of him told him he wanted to be alone, the other was grateful that you even remembered he was there.

The two of you sat in silence while you observed every inch of him, he obviously had something going on, something that had taken up his headspace and made him unable to communicate with anyone.

You didn't want to beat around the bush, you had to know what was wrong with him and cure him.

"What's the matter you aren't looking like yourself."

"You don't see me enough to know what myself looks like." He fired back groaning and leaning backwards so he was laying on his bed. You followed wanting to maintain eye contact leaning over his body.

"Yes I do." You muttered "You look sleepy and your eyes look like a panda's." You compared.

His body was reacting to your closeness a bit too much for his liking. His heart racing at 100 miles per hour, his face was flushing and worst of all he was getting turned on. He hated that, he had no idea why but he was starting to hate you, maybe it was the fact that you came from a non-sorcerer or the fact you were being too pushy for his liking either way he didn't like the fact his mind was giving him many ways to take you right now just cause you flashed him a smile.

"I am sleepy I had a late night yesterday. " Was all he said before going back to sitting up.

"That's not very good." You mumbled trying to think of what to say next. "I haven't seen you in school a lot recently-"

"Missions." He interrupted, standing up to face in front of you, " Is there a reason you're here because I'm not in the mood for pointless conversation." He snapped. You panicked, you didn't think he didn't like you, you had such amazing conversations before ones that would have you awake at night smiling wondering if you could be more than friends.

"I didn't mean to upset you," You rushed not wanting to leave his room, "I just missed you and thought something had happened, trust me I'd do anything to make you feel better." 

Suguru thought for a second, you were almost useless in every aspect what could you offer him to make him feel better, you weren't much but a pretty face that always trailed behind Naanmi like a lost puppy, there wasn't much you could do for him.

Though he remembered how his heart jumped whenever you would touch him and his cock would always strain in his pants, begging for you to touch him just a little bit to satisfy his imagination. He'd imagine your pouty lips on his cock or pussy begging for his length to brand you and fit himself for only you. But his fascination with you was purely sexual because he couldn't imagine himself being with a girl with such weak cursed energy.

"how far does anything go?"

"I mean as long as it isn't harming someone I'm ok with it." You smiled

"I wouldn't make you hurt someone." He reassured, even though there was a hint of amusement in your tone. 

"So you admit you have been feeling down." You asked pointing an accusing finger at him.

"It's not that, it's more like I'm in deep thought." 

"About what?"

"What I'm meant to do with myself ."

You tried to figure out what he meant, did he mean today? Well, he could start with combing his hair and sleeping. If he meant his life he had tonnes of time to figure that out, he's just 17.

" You don't need to worry about that right now do you?" You asked leaning a hand out for him to take and pulling him so he sat beside you again. "We have so long to figure it out, for example, once I graduate I want to explore the world and you can do whatever you want."

Suguru wouldn't lie to himself and say he was listening to what you were saying, he was too fascinated by the way your lips moved when you spoke to pay attention. If he wasn't such a pussy he would've kissed you right now and temporarily cure his depression. But he is a pussy, so he's going to sit down and nod his head while trying to figure out how to make you interested in him.

What would Satorou do?

"What about you how are you doing?" He asked, watching you twiddle your fingers, you were always honest about your feelings, you used to say to him that a problem shared is a problem solved.

"I'm still a little shocked about what happened to Yu." You mumbled, sighing he liked you, Kento had told you and you really missed him. Something in you continuously told you that he'd appear out of nowhere to say hello but you knew that wasn't true.

"I'm sorry." He told you remembering the last conversation they had Haibara mentioned the fact that he had a crush on you. He wondered how many people would need to die before it was time to put a rest on sorcery.

You hummed, the mood changed with the reminder of your dead friend. 

"I'm not here to talk about me I'm here for you. I haven't had a proper conversation with you for almost a year and you aren't nearly as cheerful as before."

"Yeh sorry, like I said I'm deep in thought."

"No it's something else I can tell." You mumbled shuffling closer to him so your legs were touching, you took his hand in yours, "Geto I want you to trust me, not just as a schoolmate but as a friend, even if it's bad i'll listen, you genuinely can't do wrong in my eyes."

"I love you."

Both you and Suguru gasped simultaneously, he hadn't expected that to pass his lips, it didn't even pass through his head.

"Oh," You answered, you knew you had a crush on him but you certainly didn't love him.

"I didn't mean to say that, it kinda just slipped out." He admitted.

"It's ok, it's nice to hear."

"Right."

Before either of you could think your mouths were on each other, pulling yourselves into a deep kiss. No matter how desperate your lips moved or your tongues tangled together, you couldn't satisfy the need that the two of you shared. 

Your souls had to be connected, the strong carnal lust pulling the two of you together causing the two of you to pull your clothes off each other in a big heated mess. There was no coordination within your movements, they were sloppy almost slurred, supported only by want. Your long kiss was stopped when logic entered your mind, you suddenly realised you were both in your underwear and you had no recollection of undressing.

"Geto," You whispered, suddenly straddling his lap with your hands on his shoulders, his arm around your soft waist squeezing himself tightly against you as if your skin would become his. He couldn't stop, his mouth going for your neck suckling the skin to mark you as his own ignoring your questioning as his body took over his mind.

He should be disgusted by this, he knew very well from his chat with Yuki he was disgusted by you, so where did this sudden flurry of emotions come from, the ones that made his thoughts slowly drag back to you whenever he held negative thoughts about non-sorcerers. Always reminding him that he had met your parents and they were amazing, that you were spectacular despite your weak cursed spirit. The same feeling controlling his body and telling him to take you for himself.

"I like it when you call me Suguru." He panted, taking a short break from nipping your skin to look at your face, his large hands cupping your breasts and squeezing under your bra. You hummed in response. You hadn't been touched like this before, not because you were saving yourself but because the opportunity never presented itself. But now it had, and it was being presented by your handsome upperclassman who seemed to love you. 

You were so overwhelmed your face heating up and chest rising and falling, your head was dizzy trying to catch up with his rushed movements, you had to let him know so then at least he'll be gentler and he'd be softer with the way he was groping your tits. It was too much and had you squirming in his lap.

"S-suguru I haven't done anything like this before." You admitted, his hands left your breasts almost immediately, hooking under your legs to flip the two of you over. You laid on your back him between your legs looming over you and examining your body.

Your face was flushed, pouty lips parted as you panted, and he could see a darkened spot on your panties where your arousal grew. 

"No one's touched you here right?" He asked, thinking out loud as he seemed to be engrossed in his own overbearing thoughts. His thumb made contact with your puffy lips pressing between them and spreading your arousal between your panties.

He had you gasping and squirming beneath him, squeezing the sheets beneath your back trying to still yourself as his fingers rubbed your clit, further dampening your underwear. 

When he was satisfied he moved the wet fabric aside exposing your cunt to the air, he looked at you in awe, you were so wet, so aroused by his touch it was so lewd, and the way he was staring at it with a hunger that you had never seen displayed on a mans face made you feel so vulgar. 

Your legs shut, hiding yourself away from him. He raised his brow almost annoyed by your defiance. It was almost like you weren't aware that you were weaker than him and had to feed into his needs, you had to serve him the way he wanted.

"Who are you to hide such a pretty pussy from me?" He asked spreading your legs once again and kneeling on the floor, his shoulders opening you up while he stared at your cunt again. "So stupid for trying to hide from me."

He opened you up with his fingers, his middle and index pushing into you, curling them to find the spot in you that will have you keening and begging for him to stay and protect you at all times, for him to be the only one for you.

"It's so greedy." He teased, noticing the fact that you had covered your have with one of his pillows, muffling your noises. Your pussy was sucking him in tight around his thick fingers begging to be filled with something a bit longer.

"You're so mean." You whined, stuttering when his fingers pressed into your spot, your face pushed further into the pillow, mouth going agape and back arching off the bad as he continuously pressed into your spot. His thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles bringing you closer to the high you craved and your pussy was begging to be given.

Perhaps it was the virgin in you that had you so reactive, had him drawing an orgasm out of you within a few minutes of his fingers in your pussy. You were embarrassed that you didn't last long and that your lashes were now wet with tears from your pinnacle.

"I think you're ready to take me now."

And he did take you that night, and he held you like he loved you and praised you like no one had ever done before. Moulding your pussy for his cock so you wouldn't be able to have another man again and convincing you that you may love him as well.

He was already gone by the time you woke up, another one of those missions that seemed to take him away for days at a time, instead of your Grade 3 missions that would have you gone for a few hours.

He hadn't left a note or anything, but it was ok, you hadn't expected much from him, he was one of the strongest after all, he couldn't actually believe that he loved you. You lay facing the ceiling while in deep thought, you were trying to figure the boy out, trying to understand what was boggling his mind so much, but that was something else.

You had given him your virginity, yet you were so accepting of the fact he had gone before you woke up. When you looked around his room there was nothing there, it was bare aside from you and your clothes that he kindly folded for you in a corner.

The door creaked open, and you promptly covered your body with the thick blanket and hid yourself from the intruder. 

"Oh, Y/n?" Gojo cheered when you walked through the door, his voice bubbly as always and ignoring the fact that there was a naked girl in his friend's bed.

"Hello, Gojo." You smiled.

"Where's Suguru?"

"He had a mission and had to leave early, he's gone to some village that's all I know. I've got a mission later today so when he gets back can you give him my number you can ask Nanami for it ok." You asked, the two of you ignoring the situation, your personalities a little similar.

"Yeah defo, I'll take it too so I can always ask about my cutest underclassman."

"Aww, say it again." You giggled, waving him away so you could get dressed. 

You couldn't wait to see him after your mission.

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Your brows furrowed, when you received the news from Nanami, completely shocked. You rolled your eyes like it was some joke.

"You expect me to believe he did that to his parents as well?" You cocked your head, squinting your brows at the taller boy like he was saying something sick. 

"There's evidence and-"

You vomited, your head felt woozy and sick and everything negative came crashing down on your body. You weren't even gone for long, it was only a few hours, a night, and when you got back this is what you hear. 

A village and his parents, what did he need to kill his parents for, from what you know his parents were never cruel to him, what did he gain from killing innocent people?

"Y/n are you ok?" Nanami bent down as you hunched over and shuddered. You were touched by a murderer, you let his blood-soaked hands feel you in intimate places and let him see your vulnerability. You gave yourself away to a murderer.

"I feel sick that's all."

"I'll help you to your room ok?" He offered, taking you away from the vomit-covered grass and patting your back to relieve any tension you were having. You were shaking, you were scared and you couldn't understand why he would murder innocents. Would he come and kill you too, had he gone insane and decided to end anyone he had allowed himself to get close to, you couldn't allow it.

"Kento?" You called for him feeling yourself get emotional, 

"Yes,"

"It's just us left we can't leave each other and I don't think I want to be a sorcerer when I leave jujutsu high,"

"It looks like we have that in common."

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You sat in your usual park, eating your lunch while feeding bread to ducks, your mind at ease and distracted by the serenity, the familiarity of the park gave you. You could finally allow yourself to calm down, you were rarely sent on missions however Nanami was and you, who would usually be scared since what happened with Yu, felt so at peace or perhaps you were trying to find ways to detach yourself from the situation.

You shut your eyes leaning back on the bench and your mind began to panic about Nanami, you were sure they wouldn't make the same mistake twice and send him out for a curse that was above his grade, he would be fine and you would be fine. you were safe and hardly a threat there was no bounty on your head and Suguru Geto was not out to kill you.

"Y/n." 

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head, your breath became quicker and your hands became clammy, you couldn't find it in you to stay put. You were scared of him. You couldn't understand the logic behind murder at all, you wanted an explanation, you wanted to understand, but you also wanted to be left alone.

Your lashes became wet, scared he was going to kill you along with his parents, then he'd go for jujutsu high. You couldn't beat him in a fight and you weren't ready to die.

You looked him up and down, he looked a lot healthier than he had done the last time you saw him. Maybe he was just a psychopath and the reason he wasn't doing well was because he was trying to figure out whether or not he was capable of murder, your mind was making thousands of possibilities.

"I can tell you're scared, but just listen to me," He stepped closer to you, which had you scrambling off the bench to try to get away from him, stopping just before you could fall into the pond. 

"Just stay away from me, I don't want you to touch me!" You claimed, your eyes darted around trying to find a way to escape. He was freaking you out, that was all that was on your mind. "You murdered, you are a murderer stay away from me, please!" You begged walking onto the water after finally taking a deep breath and concentrating on using your cursed technique. 

Though you were sure Geto could do a lot more than walking on water.

"ok I'm sorry, just listen to me," His voice was gentle as if cooing a child pulling your attention with his calming voice. "I have good reasons for what I did, those scum were torturing children, just because they have cursed energy can you believe that?!" He summarized realising that you weren't going to listen for long, your mind running wild.

"And what about your parents?" 

"Monkey scum had to get rid of them, it made me feel dirty to come from such people."

You scrunched up your brows, in disbelief that he would describe his parents so negatively.

"What do you mean scum, I don't understand you anymore Geto you're speaking nonsense."

"oh, they can't use cursed technique, they had no reason to be alive anymore, I did the world a favour."

You stilled for a second forgetting about your cursed technique as you fell into the pond your lower body getting soaked as you thought long and hard. Did he want to kill all non-sorcerers, like that village and his parents, would he come for your father next or your friends from high school, your heart was pounding too scared to even understand where he was coming from.

"Please do not talk to me again with these sick ideals." You mumbled, standing up and climbing out of the pond, feeling tears pool at your eyes with how stupid you were to give yourself away to this lunatic.

"You should come with me, we can do it together it won't be so crazy then," He took your hand in his, he was so fast you thought, appearing on the other side of the pond in record time.

"You want me to go around slaughtering innocent people and loved ones you're fucking sick Geto, do not touch me!" 

This is not how it was meant to go, you weren't meant to insult him and walk away, he loved you even if he thought you liked that Nanami guy with the stupid haircut. You gave away something you refused to give to any other guy at least he had some leverage there. He thought you'd follow him, as you do with Nanami you'd accept and believe what he was saying was possible, if it had to go downhill from there then so be it.

"You don't understand Y/n I love you."

"I think you were just horny."

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"I think I'm going to leave school, I just don't want to be here anymore, I'm tired. I wanna stay with my parents maybe travel the world you know."

"Oh," Was all you got from Nanami.

"I know we promised to stay together but I don't think I can. I'm so sorry Kento."

"I understand, I'm sure we'll see each other soon."

"Yeh of course."

Wonder if you guys can tell when I got bored of writing smut

also this is most likely gonna be multipart

[annebelle93]

Oi meus horrores! I’m sorry for the one year absence, life’s been hectic in 2022 Brazil. But I thought I might brake the fast with a little fun headcannon as I go through the requests and write then! Thank you so much for the mutuals that came to my private messages to check on me in the long year, you guys are AMAZING! Without further ado

Things my family said with top “The Brothers energy”: Spouse edition!

• Lucifer

Text with a silly selfie while spouse at work: “guess who’ll be half naked eating pizza in bed now” Reply: “For the love of God, please let join you” “Love of god? I thought you were against God” Reply: “listen very carefully because I’ll only say this once, if it means being with half naked you, I am willing to swallow my pride and ask assistance from a vengeful inhuman entity of my dislike.”

• Mammon

Spouse, who is a computer engineer, playing on on-line cassino for fun, after lecturing me not to do it because it is made to make you lose money. “Didn’t you say this Is made to F you up?” Spouse roll eyes and smile confidently. “Maybe you, I’m build different” Loses ridiculously small amount of money. “Welp” throws phone away “time for onlyfans, I guess” “Oh, so you lose money gambling and now I have to sell feet pics?” Looks at me really confused. “What? No, why’d I be sharing your glory with the world? No, I’m doing onlyfans, you’re taking the pictures”

• Levi

Me distracted going through the phone waiting for the pump to fill the gas. “Amor, have you decided yet the song you’ll use in the wedding?” Spouse begins to fidget, look slightly insecure. “I kind of thought of one, but I’m not sure you’ll approve it” remains silent “Go on” “Before you say no, keep an open mind, please! It is a very important song for me, from my childhood, and if you’re willing to pay attention to the lyrics, you’ll see it’s very pretty too!” Plays ‘Dragon Ball Z’ opening song on radio, apprehensive. (The Brazilian version is indeed very well translated and is, overall, a really nice song). “Make sure to write it down, so I won’t forget when talking to the musician” goes back to the phone. “Is that ok with you? You won’t say no?” “Wouldn’t I be a hypocrite if I did? I want to use ‘Howl’s moving castle’, which is a movie, but technically an anime too” Proceeds to hold both my hands with a teary look. “I’m literally building a shrine for you in my closed when I get home”

• Satan

Spouse laying on the floor playing with my cats, trying to lure the calico one (who is very apprehensive of humans) out. “Here, Fionna! Come play with daddy!” “Excuse me, ‘daddy��? These cats are mine, you’re step dad AT MOST” “Babe, love, light of my life” gets up, holding my hands with a fake smile “the moment you said ‘yes’ to me, you are sharing half of your life with me, that includes the cats” “No, but…” “That includes the cats” looks deep into the eyes, with a determined expression “and make no mistake, I am willing to battle you in court for them. I wouldn’t like to, but I am willing to.” Looks at spouse silently “it would be a bloodbath and you know”

• Asmo

Me in front of mirror trying to close a pair of jeans after returning home from carnaval (for those not familiar with Carnaval, it means that I basically spent a whole week walking all over Rio feeding exclusively of fast food and alcohol from 7am to 9 pm, EXCLUSIVELY). “Amor, do you think I’ve put on weight?” “Hell yeah you did!” “Why do you sound so excited?” Replies without missing a single bit, “more ass for me to grab”

• Beel

“Let me just say how happy I am you decided to work out, amor!” Spouse says at lunch “Me too, I’m sleeping better and it’s definitely helping with the anxiety!” “Sure, that too” “Is it because I’m hotter?” “You’ve always been hot” serving a second plate “it because now you’re hungry all of the time and let me be the first one to tell you, your cooking is exquisite when you’re hungry! Also I’m very happy that you’re eating like a human being and not like a little bird”

• Belphie

4 am, me cleaning the bathroom in the middle of a insomnia crisis. Spouse gets up and looks very confused. “What are you doing?” “I don’t know, I’ve been feeling really hyper lately and sleeping kind of feels like a waste of time when I’m hyper.” “No!” Proceeds to grab my hand and drag me to the bed, with an angry expression “in this house we don’t say such heresies”

For those who haven’t seen it, I have a nephews edition right here! I hope you enjoy it!

[mirisss]

1.46 AM

Wordcount ≈ 1.1k

Warnings: Food/Snacks, I think that’s it

Pairing: Lee Chan (Dino) x gn reader

Prompt: “Hey, are you still awake?” - “I missed being with you like this”

Texts marked with ** are text messages

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Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 

(Y/n)’s POV

It was late at night and I was laying in my bed staring at the sealing. No matter what I did I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. I missed Chan too much, I hadn’t seen him for about 2 weeks, and we had barely been able to text each other because of our busy schedules. While I was deep inside my head thinking of my boyfriend a ding was heard from my phone on the bedside table. I turned around and looked at it, only to find a text from the very person I had just been thinking about. *Hey, are you still awake?* I opened my phone and responded with a yes. *Are you hungry?*, *Not really but I could eat something, what about you Chan?*, *Great, I’ll be outside of your apartment in 5 minutes,* *Chan, it’s 1.41 am. Won’t your company be angry that you’re out so late?*, *Nah, it’s okay. We have two days off now and if you let me, I intend to spend them with you. Starting now,* *Okay, let me just get dressed, I’ll meet you outside in a minute,* *Perfect! Love you*. I chuckled a little before rushing to get dressed in some sweatpants, one of Chan’s hoodies, and put on my sneakers before running out the door. “(Y/n)! Baby,” Chan ran up to me and gave me a hug the second I stepped outside the door. “I’ve missed you too Channie,” “I love you,” He leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss to which I responded with just as much passion. “Come on, let’s go!” “You’re way too eager for someone who’s awake at 1.46 am, where are we even going?” “I’m just happy because I get to see my wonderful (Y/n), and we’re going to buy a bunch of snacks and then go back to your place and watch movies!” “Is this just an excuse to get away from your hyungs?” “Nope, that’s just a bonus!” We both chuckled as we walked side by side with our hands interlocked, just happy to be together once again. It isn’t easy dating an idol, there are many times when we won’t see each other for a very long time, and it’s hard but we’ve made it this far so I think we’ll be fine. For others, something so mundane as this, going to a convenience store might not be special but to us, these are magical moments that allow us to just be (Y/n) and Chan, not Dino of Seventeen and his partner. 

“Oh, we need these chips! Oh, and cup noodles, and-” “Chan, you’re buying too much,” He gave me a pout in return. “But (Y/n), if we buy everything now, then we won’t have to leave the apartment tomorrow and we can just be alone the entire day,” I walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Alright, I love you, you know that right?” “Yeah, I know. I love you too. But um, you missed, my lips are here, not here” He pointed to his lips and then to his cheek as he gave me a little smirk. I gave him a quick peck on the lips before I kept walking down the different aisles looking for snacks and things I wanted to buy. “Hey, wait for me,” Once we had filled our cart and Chan seemed satisfied with the amount of things we had chosen we walked over to check out. That night it was an older man who was working, he smiled at us as we walked up. “You two look happy, I miss that young love, it’s beautiful,” “Thank you, sir, yeah we’re very happy together,” Chan looked at me with glimmering eyes as he smiled shyly from the man’s compliment. “Take care now you two, have a good night. Be careful, it’s very late,” “Thank you, sir, we will, same to you, have a nice night,” And then we walked out, both of us caring 2 heavy bags each, Chan tried to take all four but I stole two of them to help him out. A few minutes later we were back outside my apartment, I unlocked the door and we walked in. After unloading everything, we took a few snacks with us and went into my bedroom. 

“By the way, is that my hoodie that I asked if you had a couple of days ago to which you said no?” “Uh, no?” I just smiled innocently at him as I had been found out. I loved this particular hoodie of his, it’s so soft and warm, and mostly, I didn’t want to give it back because it still smelled like him. “It’s okay, I know why you wanted to keep it. I’ve missed you so much and if it makes you feel better then I have no problem with you stealing my clothes. Why don’t I leave the hoodie I’m wearing now here and take this one with me and next time I see you we switch them again, that way you will have a hoodie of mine that still smells like me,” “That sounds like a perfect plan,” “Okay, let’s lay down now and choose a movie,” We got comfortable in bed and cuddled up to each other as we picked out a movie. For a while we just lay there in each other’s arms, watching the movie and wishing for the clock to stop so that this moment would last forever. “I missed being with you like this. Just the two of us, doing nothing at all except enjoying the other’s presence,” “I missed this too. Hey, Chan, you remember the job I applied for a while ago?” “Mm, yeah?” “I got it, I found out yesterday and I was gonna call you today to tell you,” “This means we won’t have to be away from each other as much, you really got it?” “Yeah, from Monday, I’m officially working with the Seventeen,” “I love you so so so much,” Chan gave me yet another passionate kiss, we might have our hardships but that’s fine because we only need each other, the mundane things are as I said before, magical to us. For example, laying in bed at 2.43 am and watching a movie while cuddling is way better than going to some high-end restaurant.  

Please reblog! Requests are open! 

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Okay I tried to do a quick scroll before I went back to work, I already walked 8mi today and it took a lot out of me but I need to do flats so it was literally just a uber fast ‘what might be important’.

I see a lot of y’all getting sick and I’ma put on my big sib hat for a moment (I’m the oldest of 9 okay I did earn that title), and also these are just good reminders in general (read: Tagg fucking take your own advice ffs). It might get a smidge lengthy so under read more.

Getting sick isn’t a moral failing, it’s literally bugs’ job to fuck with us but to help you dodge this shit since I myself have a crappy immune system and cannot fucking afford being sick (and apart from that fucky business a few months ago have mostly dodged contagious stuff in the last few years)….continue reading.

Stay hydrated. I’m fucking terrible at this with plain water in the winter because who the fuck wants to drink water that MUST be cold when you’re already struggling to stay warm right now? Not me. So add some lemon (yay vitamin C). I can’t buy fresh lemons. I forget them and they go bad. BUT the bottled stuff while it does not taste as good imo, still has the good shit. So flavor and vit c. Or add it to herbal tea! Something that isn’t monster or dark soda or coffee (yes I’m aware those are part of the major food groups I don’t care you dehydrated walking plant). Broth soups also count- chicken soup is the cure all for a reason- veggies and hydration in one!!!

Eat. Something. You can’t run on nothing. Fed is better than not, period. Eating what you can afford is doing yourself better than going hungry for the sake of those two nights of ‘healthy food’.

If you stopped masking, go back to it. No seriously don’t stop. Buy one with a print you like with the slot for a filter and wear that shit. I’m sure most of my dodging illness during the height of lockdown while being not able to isolate in high trafficked places was the masking. That and the hand washing and hand sanitizers.

Speaking of- the one brand I used to buy is a boycott but there are lotion hand sanitizers out there if you’re like me, and you can just look at hand sanitizer and your hands crack. Highly recommend. 13/10. Not going back.

Indoor clothes/outside clothes- keep your ‘been everywhere all day’ cooties off the bed and your furniture. Will also reduce allergens embedding in the places where you’re laying down. Even if you didn’t shower, you’re doing yourself a favor changing the clothes. Yes I know this is more laundry, so there’s also clothing/fabric sanitizer. It’s like 8$ for a can but that’s an option if extra laundry is a Herculean task of which I understand the trials and tribulations.

If you can afford it- get some elderberry supplement. It’s not as difficult to find as it was in 2020. Ideally you take it just regularly, in a pinch, start taking it as soon as you feel ick to lessen it.

Lots of garlic, pepper, and ginger in your food. That is all. Season your food. Good food, better immune system, no notes needed.

Here is where you’re going to laugh at me and tell me to fuck off- SLEEP. Look, I am well aware okay, I know. But even if you have insomnia like me, your body will get more rest just by laying down and closing your eyes than it will by not doing so even if you didn’t even hit light sleep let alone REM.

Okay that’s it. That’s the post. I am not going to call it no brainer stuff because all of these things I had to learn and some were definitely as an adult, so just in case nobody told you, it’s for you. If you’re adhd and forgot, this one’s also for you. I’m not claiming to be a health expert, I ain’t a doc, just an expert at trying to dodge urgent care while living in a dystopia with no health insurance and I don’t like seeing people down and feeling crappy. :D

[mary-luce]

TL Fun - Date Night

Rhage: I am looking for that someone that can take care of me.

Mary: *Looks around ...* Oh? Is that so? Has that /someone/ come forward yet?

Rhage: *Looks you up and down with a sly smile.* Oh, My Mary yes, you have.

Mary: *Points to myself.* Me??? Ohhhh, I thought you were looking for /someone/ ELSE.

Rhage: You are my other someone. *Wraps my arm around you.*

Mary: *Smiles* Oh I see. I thought maybe I wasn't enough for you and you were looking for someone "new".

Rhage: Oh, no sweetheart. You are my everything. *Leans over and takes a long whiff of your gorgeous hair.” I’ve missed you.

Mary: I've missed you too. You have been on rotation too long. *I move in closer and rest my head against your chest.*

Rhage: *Wraps my arms around you and holds your head against my chest. Kisses you on top of your head.* I’m ready for some well-deserved time off. And some time to take care of My Mary so I can treat you right.

Mary: Oh? What do you have in mind, my Beast?

Rhage: Some dinner. Maybe a movie and mint choc chip ice cream. To top it off a little Die Hard

Mary: *Giggles* Dinner, of course. That's a given. Mint chocolate chip ice cream is also a given and of course, Die Hard. Sure, honey. Whatever you want.

Rhage: What would you like to do? *Looking down at my beautiful Mary.*

Mary: Let's do your idea. I don't mind. I just want to be with you and hang out.

Rhage” *Pulls you close and holds you.* You are the best shellen around. A great female of worth. I love you.

Mary: *Blushes* Love you too. Let's get something to eat. I'm actually quite hungry.

Rhage: Ok, I made the plans. *Grins* You choose the place.

Mary: *Ponders for a moment.* Perhaps we can get #Fritz to make some burgers and fries for us and then, in addition for you, ... steak, tacos, spaghetti and meatballs. He can bring it to our room ... I'm not feeling being out in the world right now.

Rhage: *Nuzzles your neck.* It’s like you can read my mind shellen. *Kisses your neck.* Maybe after I have a Mary appetizer then work on some other food. Then ice cream and a movie. While I hold you more.

Mary: *My body starts to warm under your touch and I shiver slightly forgetting the food all together.* Mary appetizer, huh? Mmmmm ... yes please ...

Rhage: *Plop on the couch in the den of the mase and bring you down with me.* Unless you want to start here. *I take your face in my hands and rub your nose with mine.* What do you think?

Mary: *My mind goes blank for a moment as I feel my hellren's body underneath me, feeling his nose against mine.* Hmmmm ... uh ...

Rhage: *Kisses you tenderly.* What do you think Mary? *Kisses your neck breathing you in.* Breathe My Mary.

Mary: *The sensitivity in my neck strikes nerves that are connected all the way down my body to my lower regions as I feel myself getting wetter.* Huh? *My mind finally hears his command and I take a deep breath of air.*

Rhage: Do you want to start here or go to our room and wait for #Fritz to bring dinner? After I have my Mary appetizer. *I grin and I feel the warmth of the beast start to stir as I start to smell the wet aroma of my shellen. My eyes start glow.* We have missed you Mary.

Mary: *I can barely breathe much less think and decipher the words my hellren is saying. I try to clear my head but my body just continues to rub up and down his hard abs gaining friction where I need it most.* Hmmm ... mmm ... *Then a glow makes my eyes open.* Oh ... hello ...

Rhage: We need you to decide Mary. *I shake my head, letting myself get carried way.* I got a little carried away, I’ll make the choice for us then I will carry you to our room, I call #Fritz dinner please upstairs in one hour. *I kiss your forehead and scoop you up.*

Mary: Uh ... huh ... *I say breathlessly as his body heat warms me from the inside out as I continuously grind against him searching for relief. It's been so long ...*

Rhage: Breathe my Mary. *I take the stairs two at a time and straight to our suite. I lay you on the bed and take my daggers off as they make a thump on the floor and unload my guns and pull my shirt off. Layover you and start on my Mary appetizer.* Don’t forget to breathe.

Mary: *My mind clears as my body registers cold air and my back against the mattress in our room. I look up and see my beautiful male above me. I reach for his t-shirt to take off and remember to breath.* Uh huh ... ok. Take this off baby ...

Rhage: *As you help me take off my shirt I lean over and kiss on your neck I unbutton your shirt and open it up and unclasp your bra, and start to work my way around. I slide up your skirt. Then I work on unfastening my leathers and drop them down to the floor. Climb back on.* You good?

Mary: *My nipples go hard at the cold air of the room as I feel my skirt bunch up on my stomach. I watch with heavy eyes and nod as his leathers hit the floor w/ a fascinating thud and as always my Rhage has gone commando, his phearsom cock springs up and still amazes me every time.*

Rhage: *Looking over my beautiful Mary, my eyes glowing again.* Our Mary, are you ok? *I take my hands and spread your shirt wide open looking at the beautiful body that lays in front of me.* Mary, we ache for you we both have missed you so much. *I lean back over and start at her ear.*

Mary: *The room glows from his eyes and I know I'm with his beastly dragon. We are well acquainted ... this is going to be so good. I feel his warm tongue lick my ear and down my neck ... all the nerves are electrified going straight down making me more and more wet.* Mmmmm ... yes.

Rhage: *I lay over top and working my way down, I lick down to her navel and make my way between her legs, taking her all in as I taste her I feel a jolt of energy and move back up I slide in and completely fill her my first thought … HOME.* Oh Mary, our Mary.

Mary: *My back arches from the bed as he reaches my apex and with a brief taste and then quickly he easily slides through my wetness and my body tightens around his member.* Oh, sooo good. Please ... *I beg for him to move. I'm already so close.*

Rhage: *Kissing your neck as I move in and out feeling your body tight around me bringing me to the brink.* There you go my beautiful Mary come for us. *I can feel her start to shake.* Take what you need. *I feel her hands on my back and my dragon stirs as he feels her too.*

Mary: *My body starts to spin and shudder as he moves and fills me to the brim. He is so big that I feel every ridge of his cock rub the inside of me and brings me closer to cumming. My nails dig into his skin and I can feel his dragon on his back moving as well.* So close ... *I pant.*

Rhage: *I work on the spot right behind her ear as I move in and out my breathing harder feeling her nails dig in, my eyes so bright I am pushed over the edge. I couldn’t believe I came hard. I look down and Mary and make sure she’s ok.* Oh my Mary are you ok? *I feel my dragon calm down.*

Mary: *When Rhage nibbles behind my sensitive ear, I cum violently as he fills me with his essence. As I come down from my high I hear his concern.* Mmmm hmmm ... *I start to tilt my pelvis up and down as I rub our fluids together between us where we are connected.*

Rhage: *I kiss her on the top of her nose.* I say you must have enjoyed that. *I feel her move and surprisily I’m still hard.* I will love you till I go to the fade. *I take her in my arms and hold her till I hear a knock on the door.* He does have perfect timing.

Mary: *Moans and I complain.* Tell him to come back in a bit ... *I lean up and bite his neck where I've seen the other couples kiss their mates hoping for more from my male. I lick up his neck and bite him again.*

Rhage: *I chuckle.* No ma’am I need to feed my female. *I stand pull my leathers on and smack her on the ass. I open the door looking at the best butler ever.* Ah, thanks man, you’re the best. *I take the cart with the buffet on it of just about anything anyone can want.* Dinner honey.

Mary: *I quickly cover my body with the duvet as Rhage opens the door to bring in the food. I could smell the food and my tummy does start to rumble.* Yay.

[drabsyo]

Hey drabs,

Firstly, I'm so sorry for my whack English for it's my second language. And I know this is an ask box, but this is the only way I know to send you message anonymously in case this message sounded cringier than what's in my head. lol.

I wanted to say that I hope everything is going well for you because I know that looking for a job these days feels like looking for diamond in a gold mine, which basically almost impossible and I myself is also looking for a job.

And also, I wanted to share a few things in case you get ghosted by the company after weeks of the interview.

1. Have you ever tried Glints or LinkedIn? I don't know what your line of work but perhaps you want to try to apply through those two apps maybe?

2. If the point above still doesn't work, perhaps you should try internship first. I got my first job right after graduating high school because my mentor saw my works are good enough and he recommend me to his boss. But then again, these kinda things are also based on luck, and not to mention that most companies don't pay their intern, so hopefully we don't have to use this tips.

I also wanted to share somethings that helped me to stay sane and during times like that.

1. Don't forget to eat and stay hydrated. As long as you stay hydrated and not hungry, you'll be more focused on the questions the interviewer asked.

2. Don't stay up late. Same goes like the point above, you'll be more focus and have more energy if you sleep enough. And If you're a night owl like me, well... don't forget to drink coffee after you woke up. lol.

3. After all the interviews done for the day, don't forget to reward yourself. Regardless of what happened or whether or not you're accepted, don't forget to reward yourself. It doesn't have to be something grand, something small can do. For me, I usually eat my comfort food that is those korean instant ramen or have a little gaming session.

I know these stuff are basically generic, but I just wanted you to know that no matter what, you are awesome. Sending you all my support and hugs, good luck Drabs ❤

Hey anon! Oh my goshhh first of all, thank you so much for this. It's been a rough few months, exhausting really. I received your message right after I finished my interview, and I know it sounds lame, but it almost made me cry! To know that you care enough about me to leave me this message is so heart warming. So. Thank you. ❤

Your English is wonderful, please don't ever apologize for that and this message is not cringe at all, FAR from it. I'm saving this ask!

I haven't tried Glints or LinkedIn yet. It's also the first time I've heard of Glints, so I might give it a shot. Thank you for the tip! I'll go check it out. My usual method has been applying for jobs on JobStreet.

Glad to hear your mentor was really impressed by your works!!! ❤ I did have an internship before, but the company where I had my internship in ran out of budget for our department so they weren't hiring. Plus, my supervisor from there also resigned. And I was also the unpaid intern!

I keep forgetting to stay hydrated. Yesterday, the interviewer made us wait for an hour and twenty minutes before the interview started and no one would tell us what was happening. I was so thirsty, it was embarrassing. Not to mention I had a fever, yikes. Hope you're staying hydrated on your job hunt too ❤

Ughhgghh I am a night owl too and I absolutely hate it, anon. I love it, but I also hate it? You know what I mean. I am looking into night shift options though. My friends who work the graveyard shift tell me it's disorienting. Maybe we should consider it, what with us being night owls and all? Hm.

Yes!! A quick gaming session does wonders for my anxiety after an interview. That, or I play some music really loud to tune out my thoughts for the day. Or I just lay in bed. Pet my cat. Read fanfiction. Go on tumblr. And now, I have this ask to go back to too ❤ It's the small wins, for sure. I'm happy to hear you give yourself these small rewards too ❤

Anon, this means a lot to me. Grinned like an idiot reading your tips. And please, take your own advice too. Stay hydrated, do things that make you happy, try to get 8 hours of sleep, and take care of yourself. I sincerely hope you're doing great, staying healthy, and are loved. World's tough. Really tough. You've got me in your corner, anon! Sending you hugs!!!! And all my love ❤❤❤

[tavyliasin]

Short Fic - The Shrew Who Tamed The Incubus

This was a drabble request that ran a little long, and I'm glad it did. It was a nice little soft moment, not particularly my usual flavour but you know sometimes even the little Haarlep in my head needs to lay their head somewhere soft and take a rest from being a relentless muse~ Full piece below the cut! Not really spicy at all, but there's still sexual references, so I wouldn't call it SFW either. So have some sweet soft moments for a nice rest, loves, and I shall be back upon the morrow~

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Haarlep looked towards the shimmering doorway of the boudoir, an unexpected guest stood just beyond the barrier, nervously shifting his feet as his hands fussed at his outfit. Simple, plain, but comfortable, and his hair was neatly combed. The incubus could’ve been mistaken for thinking this young man was waiting for a first date, anxious about getting their parents’ approval to take them out. The sight amused them, so they waved away the barrier. “Come, there is little point in standing at my doorway, Little Shrew.” They beckoned towards the bed where they lay, wings spread and tail swishing lazily against the sheets. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” The man followed the command, stepping inside and walking across the room with soft footsteps. “Well, you see…the thing is…” “Is there any need to be so shy? I know why you are here, you wish to lay with me, and it would be my *pleasure* to feast~” They smirked, licking their lips at the prospect. “Actually, no.” He found his voice a bit more now, even beneath the powerful gaze of the incubus. “Or rather, yes, I do want to lay with you, just not like that.” “What other way is there? You are a meal walking up to the plate, and now you say I am not to even have a taste?” Haarlep’s brow furrowed, a darker edge creeping in to their voice. “You’re not hungry though, are you?” Shrew stated more than asked, staring them down, not even waiting for an answer. “You’ve fed, yet there you are waiting to give more of yourself again. When was the last time you felt touch that wasn’t all about lust?” “What’s the point in that?” The incubus seemed to only be able to answer with more and more questions, their look changing to one that was more perplexed than angry now. “You need more than just food, you deserve more than that. You could feed on anyone, drain them to a husk with only a thought for your own pleasure, but you don’t. You care - in your own way, I wouldn’t insult you by suggesting anything more - and…well, I care. About you. In my way.” He stepped a little closer, reaching out to the incubus, laying a soft hand on their face, stroking his thumb along their cheekbone. “Let me, just for a while. If you really want me to leave, I will.” Haarlep seemed completely lost for words for once. Not only had this timid creature approached them without desire behind his steps, he had asked for something nobody else ever had. Clients would request their kinks, to hear Raphael’s voice in their ear, or to feel the softer curves of the Archduchess, but never had one asked to simply be close without sex. It made no sense…but then perhaps the idea had some appeal after all, if nothing else the curiosity was beginning to eat at the back of their mind. “Fine,” they relented, shuffling back a little and gesturing to the space, “you may proceed.” Shrew quickly removed his boots, leaving them neatly stood by the bedside, folding some of his clothing next to them, only keeping a little clothing on his lower body. This wasn’t the time to be fully undressed, but he still wanted to feel the warmth of the incubus’ skin against him. He climbed up on to the high bed, kneeling at first to shuffle closer to the fiend. “I know this body isn’t really yours , but all the parts that are more you than him …they’re beautiful.” Shrew smiled and kissed the demon on his cheek as they seemed ever more lost for words. 

The incubus was caught between the need to be in control and the confusion at how this mere mortal had seen right through them. They were not Raphael, much as they looked like his younger form, there were just a couple of areas they changed. Not in ways that they thought anyone would notice, so to feel this…to have those parts praised softly… It made no sense. They lay still, allowing Shrew to continue. He snuggled in against Haarlep’s chest, carefully lifting their arm and draping it over his back like a blanket, wrapping his own arm around the fiend’s waist after. “You’re so…warm.” “Of course I am, Little Shrew, have you forgotten where you are? Who you are with?” “No,” he replied quietly, tracing soft lines along the slight ridges that ran from Haarlep’s back and along the edge of their hip. “I’m exactly where I want to be, with who I want to be. So…rest. Let me be your comfort, or the prey caught in your claws if that makes you feel more comfortable. And if you wake in the morning feeling hungry…well, we shall see.” “You are a strange creature.” Haarlep sighed, resting their chin atop the man’s head now, bringing their large wing across them and curling their legs up closer to seek more contact. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He was soft, delicate in a way, and the light feeling of his touch was pleasant in a way they hadn’t anticipated. A light warmth danced across their skin wherever his fingers roamed, until eventually his hand stilled and his breath grew slower, deeper. “Dream well, Little Shrew. Perhaps I shall join you there after all.” The incubus whispered almost silently against the top of his head, their eyes closing at last as they nuzzled in closer with an instinct they would never understand.

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[thatonebirdwrites]

Wait a second, NaNoWriMo is allowing AI Writing? What the flying feck. And to give that as the excuse for it?

I very much agree with the content creator who talked about their traumatic brain injury and how they write their stuff without AI. Good on her to share her journey, and I thank her for sharing it and how she doesn't use AI.

P.S. Edited in to add, assuming that disabled people and poor people need LLM/Generative AI to write is abliest and classicist. What we need is support systems, human support systems.

My Story:

Hi, I'm another person whose brain struggles a lot. I deal with LongCovid, an autoimmune illness (GI focused), PTSD, DID, ADHD, and possible autism. There are quite a few days where my brain just refuses to work. The brain fog eats up thoughts, I lay there in physical pain, get trapped in the haze of dissociation, the migraines, the nausea, the endless bathroom shits, the not being present at all and thus unable to write because of it.

Guess what?

I STILL MANAGE TO WRITE AND I REFUSE TO USE AI. I am able to do this because i have a community of PEOPLE helping me by providing me with beta reading or i'll share a snippet to see if it makes sense, and they'll let me know if it does. or if i need someone to do a grammar check. communities of people is what disabled folks like me need, and it's super abliest to assume I cannot write without use of LLMs/generative AIs simply because my brain doesn't work like mos people's.

So how dare they try to use people like me as an excuse.

I write so I can share my thoughts, life experiences, imagination, and hope with others. I write to do it with my own words the best I can, in hopes its coherent for others.

I write because I want the piece to be in my voice and to fit my personal vision.

I write so that others can find hope in my writings, and courage to share their own stories.

Generative AI steals that from people. It's not okay.

I have been writing since first grade. I have a tub of journals by my bed full of stuff dating back to first grade. I love to craft words and splice them together to form a coherent story.

However, due to being undiagnosed for so long, I struggled with homelessness, pain, abuse, and other shitty stuff, so my dream of being a published author of science fiction novels has yet to happen. I don't know if it ever will because I'm too ill to market myself or promote or find an agent.

Despite all that, I still wrote my words by myself without the aid of any generative AI nonsense. Sometimes I wrote by hand, and sometimes I typed it up on my laptop.

Since I got LongCovid and some of my other diagnoses, I write Korrasami and Supercorp fanfiction as a way to cope with being ill all the time. With being unable to leave the house. With being isolated by a society intent on throwing people like me away.

I write those words by doing them in thirty minute splits, where I write for thirty minutes then rest for an hour, and write for thirty minutes, and rest, etc...

I can't really leave my bed due to LongCovid and the other autoimmune illness, and I often have bouts of dissociation. In those bouts, I'll be lying in a haze, often barely able to function or do anything at all. (Side note: you can read about this in the Shattered fic in fact, because the way I describe Lena and her struggle to function before her diagnosis, is how I was at times, and how on bad-brain-days, I end up unable to function and do basic tasks. Unlike Lena, I'm poor as fuck so rely on county/state/federal programs who fail a lot of the time, so I can't pay for services. I struggle to even afford my housing and utilities and food. There's times I can't afford those either, so I sometimes go hungry.)

It's not easy to write when ill, but I do it because it's my coping mechanism. It's how I avoid falling into despair. It's how I keep myself alive, keep myself going. It's how I fight to keep hope burning bright.

I write and labor over each word. I'll sit there and think, and yes my thoughts will take a bit longer than the average person. Yes, I'll struggle to make it through a whole thirty minute writing session before I must rest. Yes, there's times where my brain won't supply a word at all and I just have to put a filler word with an asterisk so I can come back to it later.

Disrupting the writing flow messes with my brain, so I often will write the rough draft of the scene/chapter to get it all out as soon as possible. If I can't do it in thirty minutes, I leave a note and the song I was listening to so I can get back into that same mood/thought to finish it after I rest.

Then I go back and edit and rewrite to refine it into its end result. I write in chapter chunks, where I outline the project using Scrivener's binder feature. Where each scene gets it's own text, and I arrange those in chapter folders and label them all. Sometimes as I progress in the story I have to cut scenes, rearrange them, or write in new ones, but the skeleton is there already. A skeleton I built myself.

That's not easy to do. It takes time and energy.

The million words I wrote the past two or so years? I overdid it. I almost burnt myself out, and I made one illness worse. I learned my lesson.

Now I balance my writing, rest, health, and basic tasks better. It means I am building a healthier life in the long run.

And again, I did all this with my own sweat, tears, blood (sometimes literally thanks to my illnesses). It's worth writing with my own fingers, with my own battered mind, to share the story as I envision it.

This next piece is to those who are tempted to use Generative AI or currently use i:

So folks coming in with this whole "AI" writing it for them? What the hell are you doing? Why are you letting a machine take away your creativity and your voice?

AI steals from people. The tech bros making "AI" rip off entire stories/novels/etc. from all of us and feeds it (without our consent) into the generative AI. You are using stolen words to write a story that isn't in your own voice. Why do this?

Why not share your own words? Words you chose yourself in your own voice?

This is your story.

Generative AI will never give you the story you imagine; it'll never give you a factual essay. It can't. It fabricates things because it is semi-randomly shoving words onto a reductionist skeleton that relies on the cultural biases of those that built it.

Be brave and write your own stories. Be courageous and choose your own words. Don't let generative AI steal your voice and your vision.

More of my take on the NaNoWriMo AI bs. This author was reading more in-depth on NaNoWriMo’s excuses for this, and my type of disability was brought up.