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[holyfreaks]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

I've got a simple one this week. If you're like me, there's that one wincest AU in your head that you think about all the time, and you know you probably should write someday, but you also probably never will. I wanna hear about it. And I mean, if you have multiple, lay as many on me as you want.

(I'll accept all possible definitions of AU, for the record. From as simple as genderswap to completely different settings and timelines)

- @schizosamwincester

ohhhh my absolute favorite AU idea is serial killer winchesters AU. as in, there's no supernatural universe but they were raised the same way but to hunt humans. like full on incest serial killer filthy motel rooms nomadic lifestyle creepy and offputting AU. it's soooo good to me

idk if i would write it one day, I might if I figure out an actual plot and not just have Vibes of what I want to write lol

[dinoandguitar]

Hello Kat!! it’s me again lol just wanted to thank u for the mingyu ver. of the new born story 😭😭 loved it sm he the man of my dreams FRRRRR.

Can i request something of how did him and his s/o found out they were pregnant? I think it would be so cute 😭😭😭 tysm in advance!! love ur writing, you’re so good at this <3333

"Do you want pancakes...?"

Husband!KimMingyu x Afab!Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, Nausea, and other pregnancy symptoms. Mentions of food. Mentions of boobs.

A/N : Hiii Thank you so much for your kind words. Means so much to me. I'm so glad you like my work. Hope you like this one as well! Thank you so much, again. Lots of love x

Masterlist

It all started off with a forgotten coffee…

Mingyu had made it for you, just the way you liked it. But when he brought it to you, you barely glanced at it. “You okay?” he asked gently, setting the glass beside you on the table.

“Yeah,” you said, blinking tiredly at the open laptop in front of you. “Just not really in the mood.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You? Not in the mood for coffee?? Are you possessed?”

You laughed, tossing a pillow at him, but he filed the moment away. Then came being repulsive when it came to food. You pushed away your favourite meals after only a single bite. Then your energy dipped. You were always tired, napping through movies, curling into Mingyu like a sleepy cat.

“You’ve been sleeping so much lately,” he murmured one night, brushing his thumb over your cheek as you lay on his chest.

“Mmm. Can’t help it. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“A cute truck.”

You snorted. “What even is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know. But if something’s off, you should-”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled. “I’m probably just run-down.”

He nodded, though a small furrow stayed between his brows.

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A few mornings later, everything came crashing down…over eggs.

No like, Literally.

You and Mingyu were makinh breakfast, and the moment he cracked the egg into the pan, the smell hit you. It hit you bad.. You gagged and rushed to the sink, nearly knocking over the orange juice on the way. Mingyu dropped everything, following after you with wide eyes. “Woah..Babe?? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, wiping your mouth with a towel. “That smell just hit me out of nowhere. That’s never happened before.” He blinked. “Okay… okay. Hold on.” He took your shoulders in his hands, locking eyes. “Have you been feeling sick in the mornings?”

“…Sometimes.”

He blinked again, mouth slightly open. “Are your boobs sore?”

“Wait-what? Mingyu!”

“Just answer.”

“…yes?”

His grip tightened just a little. “When was your last period?”

Your brain stuttered. “Uhh… I think… your birthday weekend?”

“That was six weeks ago.”

You froze. He bolted. Like literally ran to the bathroom.

“Mingyu! Where are you going!?” you called after him.

“Emergency kit under the sink! I knew we still had one!”

You stood there, stunned, still holding a dish towel.

A few minutes later, he returned with the test like it was made of glass. “Wanna do it together?” he asked, voice soft.

You nodded, still in shock, and disappeared into the bathroom. Mingyu paced the entire hallway while you waited for the result, counting ceiling tiles and muttering, “It’s okay, it’s okay, whatever it says, we’ll be okay-oh my God what if it says yes? What if-?”

“Gyu.”

Your voice.

He turned, heart thudding, and you stood in the doorway, holding the stick with trembling fingers. You didn’t have to say anything. Mingyu took one look at the two pink lines and went completely still. And then, slowly, the biggest, most awestruck smile bloomed on his face.

“Wait… you’re pregnant?”

You nodded.

“You’r-you’re pregnant? Like… like with a baby? Like a tiny human?!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you. “Yes! I think so!”

“Oh my God,” he said, grabbing your face and kissing you, “Oh my God. We made a baby. We’re—oh God, are you okay? Are you feeling okay? Should we sit down? Do you want fruit? Or pickles? Or—wait, is that a thing yet?!”

You laughed harder, tears stinging your eyes. “Gyu! Breathe!”

He sat you down on the couch, ran to get you water, then snacks, then his hoodie, then a stuffed bear from your shelf.

“We need to…no-wait, later… Uh.. Do you want pancakes?”

“Do you want pancakes?” you teased.

“I want a whole bakery now! I want- OH MY GOD! Our kid's gonna be thw cutest baby ever!”

You stared at him. He looked like a golden retriever on energy drinks. His eyes sparkled like Christmas.

You covered your face, laughing and crying all at once. He kissed your temple, then your hand, then your belly…treating it like a sacred space.

“We’re gonna be a family,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I get to be a dad. With you as the mom. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You cupped his cheek, whispering, “You’re gonna be the best Appa, Gyu.”

He choked back a tear and kissed you again, softer this time. “Okay. Let’s go to the doctor tomorrow. And after that… baby name brainstorming and shopping begins.”

“Already?”

“Obviously. We’ve got nine months, and I need to make sure everything is perfect. ‘Cause you are perfect… and so is our baby.”

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A/N : Hoping you all liked it! My requests are open :)

[weneeya]

hi!hi!!! this is the same person who requested tht office romance w/ kuroo last time hehe. i love your writing style so much bc its easy for someone like me (who has a deteriorating brain functioning system from all of the brainrot ive been influenced by the internet) to understand and imagine in my silly deluional head XDDD anyways !! id like to request dad! headcanons for the black jackals (specifically, hinata, sakusa, atsumu and bokuto^^) omg maybe a scenario where they find out that reader is pregnant then proceed with the headcanon with how they act with the kid/s i just needed to request this bc my baby fever has been progressively getting worst and i just cant stop thinking abt kids :']] GOODLUCK AND I WISH U WELLLL !!! <3333

baby fever m.list | rules

pairing. msby x reader

characters. hinata, atsumu, sakusa, bokuto

note. omg thank you sm I'm so happy you loved the one with Kuroo because i loved writing it sm!! and i probably the idea even more because omg the boys as dads?? it's genius idk why i've never did it before! i hope you'll love it just as much <3

Hinata

You had been trying to have a baby with Shoyo for a few weeks already, but it was like fate was against the two of you because you seemed to not be able to end up pregnant. You were slowly starting to lose hope ; thank God Hinata was way too positive and optimistic to even think about the worst. It was helping you, in a way. 

He was at the gym to train for their next matches when you learned the good news. You didn’t hesitate twice before almost rushing to join him. He was talking with his team, most specifically Bokuto, when you arrived like a fury. Shoyo looked at you with a big smile and you waved at him. He came to you in no time. 

“You seemed happy. What’s the news?” He asked with his usual smile, and you almost felt the tears in your eyes. You took his hands between yours, trying not to talk too loudly. “We did it Shoyo! I’m pregnant!” And your words didn’t get the time to fall in the silence. 

Hinata held you tightly between his arms, carrying you off the ground and spinning around with you in his arms. Right after your feet finally met the floor again, he cupped your face with his hands to kiss you. “I told you, we needed to be patient!” And you were sure that the rest of the team was going to learn the news sooner than later. 

good with children ; he has a little sister after all 

always so patient no matter what 

not the type to ever yell, so when he get to angry mod, the kid stop immediately 

will talk a lot about highschool and his friends ; so proud 

take pictures all the time, videos too ; a lot of memories of your baby boy 

ready to take a break from volleyball so he could give all his time to you and the baby

Atsumu

Saying that Atsumu was scared of having children was an euphemism. The man was absolutely terrified by the idea. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have a child with you, of course not ; it was just the responsibilities which were so stressful for him. He kept acting cool at first but after some time you’ve been able to understand what was going on inside of his mind. 

Until you’ve been confronted with reality. You were alone in the bathroom, and Atsumu was waiting for you right outside of the room. Things were a bit weird with your body lately and you both noticed it. So it wasn’t so surprising that you took a test just to be sure. 

You got out of the bathroom, and your gaze met Atsumu’s eyes. You slowly showed him the test, and he could quickly read the answer he was waiting for. You were pregnant. He looked back at you, and he saw that you were about to say something he didn’t want to hear from you. 

“Don’t ever say you're sorry,” he started, slowly caressing your cheek with his thumb. “It’s the best news you could have told me. Because we’re going to have the most beautiful baby ever, and I’m going to love you two until the end of my days.” This time, you couldn’t really help the tears which felt down your cheeks. You closed your eyes, and he left a kiss against your forehead. 

“I love you,” you told him in a whisper, and he couldn’t help but to smile slowly. “I love you too,” was his answer before he held you tight between his arms. He was scared, of course ; but he couldn’t be happier at the same time because God knew how much he loved you. 

the man is an overprotective mother ; almost like he was the one who bear the baby 

careful about absolutely everything 

acts cool but stressed when something doesn’t go as planned 

girl’s dad at 100% 

loves to be considered as a princess ; will wear a dress and a tiara 

bringing gifts all the time, especially when away because of volleyball

Sakusa

You already talked about having children with Sakusa, but the conversation was never ending well. In fact, it always ended up in an argument. Your partner was completely closed at the discussion and you couldn’t understand why. 

So when you learned that you were actually pregnant, fear ran over you. You cried a lot, for a long time. How were you supposed to say this to him? Was he going to leave you? You were so scared, and it was messing with your poor mind. 

Sakusa came home after practice, and he found you in your bed, curled up in the blanket to hide yourself. A sigh left his lips before he took place right beside you after being ready to do so. “What are you hiding from me? Don’t say nothing, I know you too well. There’s something wrong.” 

You looked at him and he frowned immediately when he saw the redness of your eyes. You had been crying for quite a while, so he knew he was right ; even if he hoped to be wrong. He slowly caressed your cheek, waiting for you to find the strength to tell him. 

“Kiyoomi… I’m pregnant…” You told him in a little voice, and his eyes widened almost right now. He blinked a few times, and you looked away, feeling the tears coming back. “I know, we talked about it, but I…” 

Sakusa grabbed your chin with all the softness in the world, making you look back at him. He left a small kiss against your lips. “I couldn’t be happier, my love, I swear.” It was your turn to stay silent, all blinking. This is how you learned that the only reason behind Kiyoomi’s anger towards pregnancy was actually fear because of all the complications. 

But if it was for you, he was ready to take the risk. Because having a baby with you was all he could dream of. You just needed to be careful. 

biggest girl’s dad ever 

will do anything for his baby girl ; even if it meant going out with ribbon in his hair 

discreet about his private life but when he sees you two during his matches? can’t hide much longer 

completely devoted but still know how to be a little strict 

wants his child to have the best education so he’s careful about everything 

get scared every time the baby is just a little sick 

overly protective ; especially when it comes to boy close to his girl

Bokuto

He was made to be a father, you were sure about it. He loved children so much, there was no way he wouldn’t be happy to learn that you were pregnant. But it was still pretty stressful for you, because you were never sure of anything with Bokuto. 

Today was the day, because he was finally coming back home after being away with his teams for a few weeks. You couldn’t announce this to him on the phone so you had to wait for him to come back. When he entered your shared apartment, he had a huge smile on his lips. Being able to finally reunite with you was all he could ask for. 

You were sitting on the couch, and he almost immediately jumped on you. As the yapper he was, he started to talk about his trip and everything that happened. But you seemed lost in your thoughts, and he noticed it quickly. 

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You met his gaze and a sigh left your lips. “I have something to tell you,” you started, and Bokuto slowly frowned his eyebrows. Something was weird, and he didn’t like it at all. He stayed strangely silent while you were trying to find the right words to tell him the news. 

Another long sigh left your lips before you finally decided to say it out loud. “I’m pregnant, Kou.” And the silence after that was long. Too long for you, and you started to worry. Until a huge smile appeared on his lips. He grabbed your hands, eyes wide. “We’re expecting a baby? Really?” 

It was like all your worries fled away at this exact moment, and you slowly nodded with a smile on your own lips. “Yes, we’re expecting a baby.” Nothing could go wrong if it was with Bokuto after all. 

neither a girl’s dad or a boy’s dad ; just devoted and obsessed with his children 

had probably cry more than you when he saw your baby for the first time 

it’s like the accomplishment of his entire life 

not really the strict parent ; doing half of the stupidities with your boy 

will obviously teach him volleyball at the youngest age 

always playing with your son when he can ; doing his best to be as present as possible 

will show him to the camera during his interviews after a match 

always talking about you or the baby to everyone ; really the proudest 

a kid himself so obviously he know what to do to make the baby boy laugh 

thank you for reading!

[miguelhugger2099]

Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry

[creative-crybaby]

Knots

PAIRING: masseur!Geto Suguru x fem!reader

GENRE: no curses!au | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, semi-public sex/exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), brief masturbation (m), size kink, praise kink, cum eating, light mentions of/brief marking

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

SUMMARY: With so much stress piling up on you, Geto was kind enough to offer you a massage. Unfortunately, no amount of relaxation can distract you from the sexual tension between you and your friend.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: MAPPA can't draw jjk characters like that and expect me not to write smut about em 🙄also: HAPPY NEW YEARS, LOVELIES <3333

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“Are you sure this is okay?” It’s too late to ask him that, but you couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips. “I’d hate for you to get in trouble.”

Your face burns as silence follows; you can only thank whatever gods above for him not being able to see your expression.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” he chuckles, and you copy the sound nervously, unsure if he is serious. After a pregnant pause, he adds, “I’m kidding. You have nothing to worry about.” Your peripheral vision catches him moving around you to get to the cabinet. “Consider it a favour from a friend.”

You hear the cabinet door open and shut, and you shift from your spot face down on the table.

“At least let me pay you back somehow,” you press, pouting. 

“That defeats the point of a favour, doesn’t it?” Geto’s footsteps get louder until you catch sight of his shoes from the corner of your eye. There’s another pause, this one longer than the previous one. “Are you comfortable with me unclapsing your bra?” Before you can answer, he quickly continues, “It can stay on like you wanted, I just need the straps out of the way.”

If you aren’t hyping yourself up to take every opportunity to get closer to the masseur, you’re second-guessing your decision to take his offer. Should he follow through with the action, it would only be the beginning of something far more intimate. And you know this. You knew this. Even when Geto first suggested the idea after you opened up about your piling stress and even when you foolishly thought asking Gojo for advice on the offer was a good idea. 

But you’re here now, aren’t you?

“Go for it,” you try to mask whatever uneasiness you can. Gentle fingers tug at the clips at the end of your bra, disconnecting them and allowing the straps to drop. Even with your chest still covered, you feel bare, the cool air tickling the newly exposed area. You have to force yourself from shivering.

“You still like the scent of lavender?” Geto's question catches you off-guard, raising your head from the cushion, not realizing that he recalled such a minor detail. Your silence makes the ravenette turn to you again, offering his easy-going smile. “Or have your tastes changed?”

You nod mindlessly, blinking up at him. “Lavender’s good.”

Geto hums before searching through his cabinet, taking several seconds to find the bottle he was looking for. You rest your head back on the cushion before he can catch you staring.

“I’ll be starting now.” The sound of a bottle cap opening follows your friend’s words. “If you’re ever uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let me know. Otherwise, just lay back and relax.”

Despite his gentle voice, following his order becomes easier said than done once his large hands come in contact with your back, the oil adding to his skin’s warmth. You bit your lip, the serene scent of lavender reaching your olfactory as the masseur works his magic on your stress. 

You don’t realize how exhausted your body has felt until Geto applies pressure for the first time, and you cringe. 

“Easy, easy,” he soothes, pausing his ministrations once you try to relax your body. “Wow, you are stressed.”

You allow your body to sink further into the table’s mattress when his soft laughter reaches your ears, and you give him the go-ahead to continue. Fingerpads return to your skin, rubbing heavy yet sturdy circles onto your back, untying any and every knot trapping your muscles. You can feel your body fall limp, drowning heavily while at the same time floating into the heavens as every evidence of exhaustion disappears from you. 

Still, even as you try to keep your mind blank and enjoy the moment, you can’t help but notice how much space Geto’s hand takes up on your back. It doesn’t help that they creep up to your neck, more than ready to push the problems away from that area. 

“So,” you trail off, feeling the need to fill the silence rather than embrace it, “You give these massages to Ieiri or Satoru?” 

The ravenette chuckles. “If you’d call the occasional shoulder rub a proper massage, then sure.”

A memory of the four of you at a local diner pops into your head, Shoko telling Geto a shoulder massage was the least she deserved after all the all-nighters she’s suffered through. You giggled, watching the medical student melt under the masseur’s magic touch, ignoring the twinge of jealousy that prodded your mind. 

You quip. “Not even a full-body one? Ieiri’s the one who deserves it the most out of us.”

“Guess she just never has the time for one,” he hums. 

“And Satoru?”

Geto snickers, pausing his actions. You join in on the laughter, a small swell of pride blooming in your chest. 

Your joy is cut short when he resumes the massage, adding pressure to a specific area below the nape of your neck that forces a whimper out of you. You freeze, hoping the masseur didn’t hear it. But with how his hold on you paused, even for just a moment, you couldn’t deceive yourself into believing you were in the clear. 

“Sorry,” you squeak, the warmth from your face expanding to the rest of your body. Could he feel it?

You can hear the smile in his voice. “So tense, aren’t you?”

You don’t miss the octave drop in his voice, biting your tongue. Geto returns to work, his fingers digging into your skin and untying whatever knots your muscles carried for who knows how long. You allow yourself to sigh at the sensation, your brows knitting together from the pressure without the discomfort. 

His hands travel lower, returning to previous areas with added strength until he reaches the small of your back. You try not to tense upon feeling his fingers graze the towel covering your bottom, but you can’t prevent the shaky moan from escaping your lips once his hold shifts to your hips. 

Another pause from him: another apology from you. 

“Nothing for you to be sorry about.” Your friend assures you, though you barely miss the light strain in his tone. “I’ll be working on your legs next, okay?”

You hum lightly, shifting from your spot as he passes what the towel covers. Your thoughts wander before you can put them on a leash, the pang of disappointment from the neglect of that area allowing your imagination to drift. 

Would a massage there even feel good? Geto would undoubtedly find a way, his large hands practically blanketing each cheek. And his fingers—God, they were the stars of the show, finding the spots that needed the most attention and pushing every bit of tension out of your worn-out body. You’re confident his digits would be just as adventurous in other places.

You feel yourself clench around nothing and fear the handsome man above you possibly noticing. Shaking your head, you hope those thoughts fly out like fleas. 

Geto stops. “Too much?”

“Hm?” You snap out of your daze. “Oh, no. I’m fine.”

The masseur’s hands glide up to your upper thighs, and you freeze, his hold remaining in place as he leans closer to your head.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t like it,” he says, his voice calm. “I can return the favour some other way.”

Your body moves before your brain can command it to. Or rather, stop it from doing so. Hastily, you raise your head from the cushion, your upper torso following suit as it twists to face your friend.

“I can take it.” 

Silence. Too much of it for your liking. It has your stomach churning and your heart ramming against your ribs. Maybe it’s the heaviness in your body that follows you getting up too quickly, or your word choice. It could also be how Geto stares at you with parted lips, his eyes on you but not meeting your gaze.

Instead of further embarrassing yourself by speaking, you follow his focus, only to wish you hadn’t. 

Your bra, long forgotten by you, barely hangs onto your body by its straps by your elbows, exposing your back as well as most of your chest. The lavender scent is no longer soothing, the heat on your face is dizzying, and you’d want nothing more than to run out the door if only your legs weren’t practically limp from your friend’s treatment. It doesn’t help that his hold on the back of your upper thighs hasn’t budged. If anything, it’s tightened, his grip making your clit jump.

You suppose you spoke too soon once the warmth of Geto’s touch disappeared from your legs, the masseur having moved to reach for your bra straps to pull them back up to your shoulders before you could process his actions. You blink, eyes trailing up to his face now adorning a rosy hue and soft lips pressed into a thin line. He’s so much closer, his breath barely fanning the top of your head. And if you aren’t forcing your gaze to meet his, you’re impulsively glancing back at his mouth. 

With so much focus on the beautiful man, you don’t catch him slowly but surely leaning in.

The last discernable thing you catch is Geto’s lidded eyes darkening before he presses his lips against yours.

You don’t breathe. You forget to, just like how you leave your mouth slightly agape and your eyes wide open. 

The ravenette pulls away quicker than he’d leaned in, and the corners of your lips twitch downwards. His brows furrow as he looks at you with a brighter flush on his handsome face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

No. You won’t let him regret his actions, not for your sake. 

The sudden shift in perspective is alarming when, only moments ago, you feared ruining your relationship with your friend. Now, you’re shifting to sit on the massage table, grabbing Geto by his shirt collar, tugging him forward and slamming his lips onto yours. You groan at the impact, relaxing only a second later once he returns the kiss with just as much hunger. 

But he’s still not close enough. His hold remains on your bra straps, making it harder for you to wrap your arms around his neck. It’s the only reason you pull back, locking eyes with him as you place your hands on his. 

“Suguru,” you pant, chest heaving for air as your lids droop. Your following words stay trapped in your throat, the masseur having slid his hold higher up your shoulders to bring you back to the kiss. You squeak, the fervour behind his actions far more evident as his tongue teases your lower lip. He groans into your mouth, his thumbs caressing your skin as you invite him in, eager to have him even closer. 

Your hands are still on top of Geto’s, you remember, and you slide his down your arms while he’s distracted by the kiss. (With how he’s swirling his tongue around yours, you aren’t sure you can call it a “kiss” anymore.)

You pull back hastily, not missing the string of saliva connecting your bottom lips before motioning for him to look down. His sharp eyes do so, blinking out of his haze as he sees how the cups of your bra no longer cover your breasts. You don’t recall when you stopped caring about your face burning like it was on fire, the pride in your chest and lust in your lower belly now the dominant sensations as he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature on the planet. 

“Please,” he gulps, an unmissable strain in his voice. “Let me taste you.”

Even after the lewd makeout session, his words left your mouth cotton-dry. You can only kiss him again, guiding his hands to cup your breasts, your bra sliding off your arms. 

When Geto pulls back, his lips reattach to your skin, trailing down your neck to the valley of your mounds. He lightly pushes you to lie down on the table, making yourself comfortable before plopping one of your nipples into his mouth, the other one between his fingers. Your own hands loosen his hair from its bun, the strands falling gracefully onto his broad back. They’re as soft as they look, your fingers streaming through the midnight locks like water past the pebbles in the river. 

The masseur switches his treatment, the other nipple now teased by the grazing of his teeth while his large hand keeps the second breast from neglect. Your body feels hot, and the warmth of his mouth does little to soothe the issue. But with how much you’ve been rubbing your thighs together, you’d hardly consider this a problem now. 

Your hands remain in his hair as Geto continues kissing down your body, stopping just at the apex of your thigh to peer at you with those dark pools for irises. One of his hands removes the towel from your lap, revealing your thin shorts underneath. He tugs at the waistband, silently asking for your permission. Your response consists of your hips rising from the table, and he’s quick to shimmy your remaining clothes off your body, stealing another passionate kiss from you in the process. 

“I want nothing more than to hear every sound I get out of you,” your friend (can you still call him that?) pants, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards and his face flushed as he watches your reaction through hooded lids. You lean in, chasing his lips for another kiss. He stops you with a finger, and you hold back the whine squeaking from your throat. He chuckles. “But I’m going to need you to keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”

You almost forgot that you’re in a public setting, even with the privacy of a closed door. Geto warmly smiles when you nod, and he lowers himself to face your crotch, helping you shift to let your legs dangle off the table. You find his eyes widening upon catching sight of your bare cunt already drooling your essence. The ravenette exhales shakily before planting a kiss on your clit, making you twitch. Your reaction makes him chuckle, and he licks long strips against your slit, moaning through his languid movements. 

“What was that about being quiet?” You giggle breathily, leaning your weight on your hands. Geto pauses. 

“Sorry, beautiful,” he whispers with a smile, tightening his hold on your thighs. “You taste like a dream.”

You throw your head back as your eyes flutter shut, his words and continued ministrations between your legs setting your body ablaze and your mind blank. It doesn’t help that he’s practically encouraging you to cage him tightly between your thighs, squeezing his head in place as he makes out with your cunt. Your hips grind into his touch, moving in tandem with his soft lips and warm tongue. 

Even with his sensual movements, you can tell he’s holding back, if his tight hold on the fat of your thighs is any indication. Your hips grind into his touch, allowing him permission to feast on you how he’d like, gripping a fistful of his locks for further encouragement. And the masseur seems to have gotten the message, his tongue digging inside you while his nose nudges at your pearl. 

Holding back your sounds of pleasure is already a challenge—warning the handsome male beneath you of your oncoming release doesn’t even seem possible, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as the sensation in your lower belly grows stronger. 

And maybe Geto doesn’t need you to tell him. Or maybe, he’s just so lost in the taste of your essence that he’s decided to wrap his soft lips around your puffy clit and suck, the tip of his tongue flicking at the nub at the same time. Whatever the case, his actions do the trick, your hold on his head tightening as your legs shake while your jaw falls slack. The ravenette doesn’t falter, pushing himself closer to your cunt, his mouth working its magic and creating sounds that would embarrass you if it weren’t for the ringing in your ears.

Coming down from the high, plus the massage, has you losing your hold on yourself. Luckily for you, Geto quickly rises from his spot, catching you by the waist and pulling you into another kiss with a soft groan. Your taste on your tongue and the need for air make you dizzy, but you bring him closer regardless. 

“‘M sorry,” he pants after ending the kiss, his chin shining with your slick. “Just had to show you how good you taste.”

You can only whimper in response, feathering kisses on his lips as you play with his hair. Geto happily lets you, his large hands mapping your torso and thighs as if burning every curve into his memory. 

“Didn’t know this came with the free massage,” you mumble against his mouth, holding back a smile. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he purrs, moving you back down on your stomach like you weigh nothing. You hear the rustling of clothing, and before you can ask him what he’s doing, you feel a weight hovering over your figure. Familiar, large hands splay open on either side of your head while muscular thighs cage your legs in place. “Do you trust me?”

Something pokes your lower back, and you almost forget to answer with the masseur’s hot breath against your ear. You lift your hips to grind against his crotch with a whimper, hoping that’ll be more than enough for him. 

Your actions make Geto laugh, and he teasingly nibbles at your earlobe. “Use your words, darling.”

It doesn’t help that he’s taken his tip to glide across your slit, collecting your juices as a lubricant. You twist your head to face him, one of your hands gripping on the cushion above you as a distraction.

“I’ve been waiting a lot longer for this moment than you know,” you confess meekly, watching as the ravenette’s eyes widen and lips part from your words. “And I don’t think I can keep it up any longer.”

You worry you’ve revealed too much too soon when you’re met with silence. But when that familiar smile and soft gaze grace Geto’s features, the nerves fluttering in your stomach evaporate. 

The handsome male presses a kiss against your temple. “That makes two of us, then.”

With only a few seconds to register his confession, your heart does a doubletake before you feel Geto lead his cock into your heat, his hand gripping yours as reassurance. The subtly painful stretch that follows suit makes you grateful for the gesture, your insides splitting in half as he just keeps going in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling every vein graze against you. 

The masseur notices, it seems, and he whispers encouraging words in your ear, giving you the occasional kiss on your shoulder.

“There you go,” he drawls quietly, his crotch meeting your ass. “Nice and full, aren’t you?”

You exhale shakily, feeling his strong chest pressed against your back. On rare occasions, when Geto wears tight-fitting shirts, you’re blessed with the sight of his chiselled physique, especially his back, since he can’t catch you ogling. The chance to leave your mark there, like an artist’s signature on a painted canvas, is one you’ve longed for. However, with the knot in your belly ready to snap without having him even move makes you grateful for the current position. Maybe next time you’ll get to see all of him. 

Next time. 

“Can I move, darling?” Geto's breath tickles your skin. “I’m afraid I won’t last too long with how you’re squeezing me.”

The almost boyish giggle he breathes out has your heart rocketing in your ribs. Your affirmation comes out weak, but the masseur hears it loud and clear. He reels his hips back, but it’s when he buries his shaft back into you that you feel your eyes roll back once more. Your jaw falls open, a moan slipping out as he sets a languid yet deep pace. 

“We need to keep quiet, remember?” Geto shushes, his face buried in your neck. “My massages are good, but even outsiders might grow suspicious if you’re too loud.”

His soft laughter mixes with your pleading whine. “You’re not making it easy for me.”

The ravenette halts his movements, much to your dismay. Even with you wiggling your hips, he doesn't budge, and you’re about to ask him about the holdup before he beats you to it. 

“You think it’s easy for me?” The soothing lilt of his voice is long gone, replaced with a low timbre that has you clenching around his girth. “I’ve got you milking me for all I’m worth, and we barely started. What do you think that does to me?”

You feel his teeth graze your skin, making you shiver as you try to regain friction between your legs. Geto's stronger than you, much stronger, and your movements don’t make him budge. 

With a quivering sigh, you prop yourself on your forearms, and he retracts from his hiding spot in your neck. You face him, lids hanging low on your eyes and face warmer than it should be. 

“Show me.”

With a smirk, Geto pulls himself out until only his tip remains before slamming back into you. You choke on a gasp, his pace and strength relentless as his hips slap against your ass, the sounds bouncing off the walls. You can’t even call him out on his hypocrisy as you bury your face into the table, hoping it’ll help mask your cries. 

It doesn’t, of course. But Geto Suguru, ever the gentleman, carefully lifts your head by your neck and, while hovering over you, slams his lips against yours. The position isn’t the most comfortable, but you don’t find yourself complaining as he rams into you, filling you up and moulding your insides into the shape of his cock.

Your eyes don’t know what to do, from squeezing shut to crossing. At one point, you catch the door in your peripheral vision, and the thought of potentially getting caught has you clenching, your hand reaching for the masseur’s bicep and digging your nails into his pale skin. 

Geto grunts. “You trying to make me cum, beautiful?”

His playful tone makes you whine, his pace never faltering as he sneaks one of his hands under you to grope one of your breasts. The toying of your nipple, along with the male’s relentless thrusts, fuels the coil in your belly, and what does the trick is him leaving his mark on your neck. 

With a drawn-out gasp, your body stills, toes curling and tongue lolling out as your pussy convulses. You hardly notice Geto’s strokes growing sloppy, his whispered cursing going in one ear and out the other. Having him lead you to heaven is plenty for you. 

Once you calm down, though, you feel like he’s pulled out too soon. You groan, your ears catching the light sounds of him shuffling from his spot above you, followed by a rapid squelching noise that has you peeking over your shoulder. 

There, in all his naked glory, is Geto stroking his cock, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and eyes zeroed in on your figure. 

“Shit, shit—” he cuts himself off with a gasp, ropes of cum shooting from his slit and landing on the back of your thighs. The sight alone has you clenching, the need for him inside you arising once more. “Oh, fuck—”

Anyone would grow angry at a mess thrown at them. You’re no different, just worse (the one time Gojo accidentally made you ruin your eyeliner is more than enough proof—the poor fool).

 And yet, having painted your thighs white by Geto, his seed clinging to your oily (and now sweaty) skin, you somehow find yourself falling for him more. 

“Suguru,” you slur, your eyelids fluttering as you allow your body to slump back onto the table. You feel his weight disappear before hearing footsteps grow louder. Through tired eyes, you’re face-to-face with his crotch, causing you to squeak as your upper body jolts up again. 

“Sorry, sorry,” the masseur chuckles, crouching to meet you at eye level. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The atmosphere returns to the comforting one his work ought to bring, though a part of you finds yourself fidgety. The ravenette wipes away the evidence with a wet towel, and it’s enough to keep you in place and relaxed as he continues to take care of you. 

Once done, he helps you sit up, keeping you steady as your legs dangle off the table.

“I think you fucked the bones out of me,” you croak, and Geto pauses midway from sliding your underwear back up your legs. He laughs a soft, boyish laugh, the melody bringing a smile to your lips and a warmth of embarrassment to your cheeks. “Is this what you had in mind by doing me a favour?”

He pecks your nose before resuming dressing you. “No, but I’m not complaining with the results.”

You hum, and the silence returns as he aids you with the rest of your clothes. 

It isn’t until he’s slipping his boxers back on that you speak again. “You don’t give this kind of special treatment to the others?”

A witless, little joke on your part, though your tone didn’t match. Maybe it was the exhaustion that took charge or a sliver of self-consciousness that needed assurance that you had him all to yourself. Still, you press your lips into a thin line, awaiting his answer. 

“To our friends or my clients?” he inquires, putting on the remainder of his clothes. “Either way, the answer’s no.” When you don’t say anything else, he approaches you, nudging his nose against yours. “Did you want me to?”

Your head snaps up to meet his amused gaze. “No!”

Geto's joking smile eases into a sincere one, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and embracing you. 

“Perfect,” he breathes, pressing his lips to your temple. “Guess that means you’re the only one who gets my special treatment.” A pause, followed by a sheepish giggle. “As long as we do it outside of my job. I’d like to keep it, you know.”

From your position, you peer over his shoulder to where the door stands a few meters away, shut and locked but keeping you in suspense. With heat bubbling in your face, you hide in the crook of his neck. 

“You technically never finished my massage,” you mumble against his skin, your hands tracing any muscle it can reach on his back. Geto pulls back from the hug, jutting his bottom lip as if pondering.

“I suppose you’re right,” he hums before another smile breaks onto his features. “Shall we continue back at my place, then?”

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[rizzyu]

▵▿— Flickering Candle Lights

— Dazai Osamu x gn!reader

Category: Yummy scrummy fluff, susggestive

Synopsis: You help Dazai let loose after the most tiring two weeks on his special day with a nice little bath :)

CW: Nudity, making out ayo 🤨

A/N: Happy birthday Dazaaaaiiii <3333

Click.

The front door to Dazai's dorm room creaked open and the man sluggishly strode into his mess of an abode. His hair was messy and there were bags under his tired eyes. He hasn’t been sleeping for almost two weeks now, and as much as he hate to admit, he's tired of everything. For now he just wished to slump himself onto his worn out futon beside the empty bottles of cheap sake and cans littered all around the floor.

Though, looking around, the empty bottles and cans were no longer scattered on the floor. In fact, the floor was for once actually clean. If not for his completely not-functioning brain, Dazai would've figured everything out long before he entered his room. But the answer to his curiosity came flying to him the moment you jumped out from around the corner. “HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY” You yelled out as you leaped forward, not even caring whether people from the other dorms could hear or not. You embraced him into a tight hug and snuggled yourself into his chest.

The man was overjoyed to see you after so long but couldn’t help but be slightly confused. “Huh?” He tilted his head to the side as his gaze lingered on you. “It’s your birthday, have you forgotten?” You looked up upon hearing his noise of confusion. Dazai sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Noo…? Of course not.” You stared at him with a deadpanned look on your face.

“Alright fine, I forgot. I was so busy lately though… You can’t blame me, right bella? Besides, it’s not that important anyway.”

You dramatically gasped at his remark, feeling absolutely flabbergasted. “What?? Don’t say that! I promise I’ll make you cherish your birthday and look forward to the next one!” Dazai found himself softly smiling at your words as you pulled away slightly and grasped his hand in yours. “Have you seen the bathroom yet?” You watched as Dazai slightly shook his head before dragging him to the bathroom.

Dazai’s eyes widened at the sight. You really have overdone yourself this time, haven’t you? The bathtub was filled with steaming water with fresh crimson rose pedals floating on it, creating perfect ripples. Meanwhile, lit candles are placed all over the side of the tub. Refreshing scents filled the warm steamy room while the flickering candle lights set a comfortable atmosphere. The corners of Dazai’s lips curled up into a soft smile before he leaned down to press a quick and fleeting kiss on your cheek.

“You did all this for me? Heheh thank you my bella”

He cradled your face in his palms ever so tenderly, his thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones, as he leaned forward to press another kiss to your forehead. “Shall we get in bella?” You nodded and began helping Dazai shred of his layers, gently pushing his coat, his waistcoat and his shirt down his shoulders. You press a kiss to his bandaged neck before helping him unwrap the ribbons of bandages off his scarred body. You let Dazai help you unbutton your shirt and slip your slacks off before letting you guide him into the bathtub.

A pleasant sigh escaped Dazai’s lips as he felt the warm water envelop his body. You hands trailed up his torso and found refuge on the smooth surface of his shoulders, kneading gently down onto his tense muscles to release the built-up stress. Dazai’s hands held onto your hips as you let your hands trail down again and your lips pressed soft kisses on his neck and shoulders. Trails of soft whimpers escaped his pretty lips at the sensation he hadn’t felt for so long.

Unable to hold back, he cupped your cheeks and brought your face to his, clashing his lips to yours. You gasped softly when he pulled you into that passionate kiss. His tongue dragged along your bottom lip, asking for access before slipping in when you gave him permission. Your tongues danced together before you pulled away, gasping desperately for air. You pressed another chaste kiss to his lips and buried my face into the crook of his neck. The candles on the side illuminating your bodies embraced together in a warm yellow light, as you whispered:

“Happy birthday ‘Samu.”

19/6/2024

[sapphicrot]

…

This stuffs FACKING MESSED UP.

so, I read your rot AU stuff-

it’s… yeah- it’s messed up (rotten, if you will- eyyyy)

In all honesty, I’m here for it

AWH YEAH WE LOVE TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, OBSESSION AND MANIPULATION!!!

no seriously- the whole suns being obsessed thing had me SHOCKED. HOOKED. AND- if you will, ENTHRALLED. I LOVE IT!

LLLLLOVES IT!

<3333

(also, that one specific moment when Sigs realizes “holy Fack I think we messed up-“ GOD. HIS EXPRESSION??? PURE INSANITY! I LOVE IT RAFFCGGCGCGGXFXFDX)

[ooc: WAUUUUGH THANK YOU??? i’m sorry i’m answering this late i REALLY wanted to draw smth for it…and then it kinda got out of hand LOLZ and also work is so annoying why can’t i just be paid to draw my unhinged little freak all day…ANYWAYS HEHE this ask gave me brain rot (ahaha) for this au again and now it’s just spinning in my fucking noggin. kinda wanna make a comic for another part of it but it’s part of wind and sig’s arc and i literally feel like this image:

hopefully i can keep the motivation i have to draw an entire comic again…ALSO LISTEN TO “HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH” BY POPPY CUZ IT IS SUUUUUUUUUUCH A ROT AU HURRICANE SONG GRRGRGRRGGGHHHH

also transcript below the cut cuz my handwriting is ✨shiiiit✨]

“D’aww, thank you!”

“You’re so sweet! I’d almost consider giving you my little solution…but I doubt you’d get much use out of it! You seem rather…”

“…yknow. Organic.”

“…Actually, would you be willing to let me take a teensy lil’ tissue sample? I don’t recognize you species! The procedure super quick and totally pain-free, I promise!”

[ooc: i would recommend saying no.]

[fluentmoviequoter]

hey! i loved your imagine with dalton, so i was wondering if you could write another one with possesed Dalton x reader! Please<3333

Thank you much!!!

What I Said in the Dark

A/N: I may or may not have done a little happy dance when I saw you sent another request; thank you so much!! This was requested several times and I enjoyed writing it, although I'm not sure how I feel about the final product.. please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy :)

Update: Part 2 has been posted! What We Do in the Dark

Warnings: canon typical violence/threats, I used Dalton's possession scenes from Insidious (2010) and The Red Door (2023) as inspiration, lots of 'closing the door' symbolism, angst. 1.1k+ words

Dalton’s voicemail message plays for the fifth time in as many minutes while you look at Chris and huff. “He’s still not answering.”

“He’s fine; probably just painting,” Chris reasons. “Or has company. You don’t have to babysit him, you know?”

“I’m just worried. The power was out longer than before and you know how he is about the dark.”

“I know that he is a big boy who can take care of himself, and I know that we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”

Debating how much time you have, you bite your lip and look at the small drawing Dalton had given you sitting on the nightstand.

Chris sighs and moves toward the door. “I also know that you won’t be able to enjoy yourself until you know he’s ok. Go check on him, invite him, whatever, and I’ll see you later.”

Responding with a farewell, you gather your things and walk through the halls to Dalton’s dorm. Since becoming friends with both him and Chris, you find yourself here often and find pride in the fact you’re close enough to Dalton that you don’t have to knock. You open the door as you say Dalton’s name. Closing the door behind you, you notice all the lights are out, and Dalton is standing in the corner, out of fear of the dark, you presume.

“Dalton? Do you need me to plug your lights back in? The power came back on but you might need to reset the power strip.”

Dalton slowly turns to face you, exposing the black substance covering his face. In the darkness, you can’t tell if it is paint, lipstick, or - an idea pulled straight from your nightmares - blood. You freeze, willing your body to do or say something, but everything seems stuck in time.

“I know what you are,” a deep voice calls.

Your eyes snap to Dalton’s lips, which remain closed as the voice speaks again.

“I only kept you around because I felt bad, but I’m over it. Now, I’ll rip your innards out.”

“Dalton, whatever this is, you are stronger than it,” you say shakily, stepping back as he cocks his head to the side.

He smiles, which causes the black substance to leak from his mouth. You swallow and attempt to reset your calm facade as you swing your hand behind your back in a fruitless aim for the doorknob.

“Going somewhere?” The voice asks, causing you to flinch backward and run into the door.

Dalton opens his mouth, causing what you now believe to be black blood to pour onto the floor and splash against his clothes as he rushes toward you. With your back to the door, you have no escape as he grips your arms and leans in. As he gets closer, the blood stops appearing, and his face shifts into a different nightmarish creature. No longer sure if Dalton is even in this new face, you choke on a scream as it licks your cheek with its long tongue, tightening its grip on your arms as you try to reach the doorknob again.

“Dalton, please!” you yell, losing the battle against your tears.

The creature pulls away from you, putting you face-to-face with what looks like Dalton.

“Are you back?” You whisper.

The answer is his hands raising to your neck, crushing your windpipe as he pushes you further into the door, using all of his weight against you. You swing your arms and kick, but he doesn’t feel anything. As your vision blurs, you pull your hand away from Dalton and move it toward the light switch. You hit it, hearing the satisfying ��click’ as it raises. A short-lived victory, however, as you realize the light was never off, but the power is out again. Out of ideas and nearly out of oxygen, you say Dalton’s name once more. He leans in further, putting his ear to your mouth as if he wants to hear you die. As your eyes close, you feel like you’re falling… and Dalton won’t try to catch you.

“Hey? Hello? Wake up, sleepyhead,” someone says as they poke you repeatedly.

You force your eyes open to see Chris leaning over you, her facial expression flitting between amusement and concern.

“Why are we sleeping on the floor tonight?” She asks. “You and Dalton hang out without me?”

You sit up, rubbing your neck as the memories from last night hit you harder than falling to the floor.

“Where is Dalton?” You ask, taking Chris’ offered hand and standing.

“I dunno. I just got here.”

The door opens as she finishes her sentence, and you both look up to see Dalton closing the door behind him - his clothes are somehow free of blood, as are yours. He smiles when he sees you both.

“What’s up?” He asks as he grabs his art bag.

“Chris, can you give us a minute?” You ask.

She looks at you questioningly, then winks at Dalton before leaving.

“Do you remember what happened last night?” Your hands rise to your neck on their own accord.

“No. I was painting, then I woke up down the hall. Guess nothing terrible happened or I would have remembered it.”

“Can I ask one more question?” You walk to the door and open it as you talk, feeling claustrophobic now that you’re alone.

“Of course.”

“Are you only my friend because you feel sorry for me? I know it’s a weird question but please be honest with me, I’m sick of lies.”

“Lies?” Dalton walks closer to you, then stops in front of you and leans down to look into your eyes, almost identical to the position you found yourself in last night.

“I just - it feels like you’re keeping something from me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do you want me to leave? Get out of your life?”

“Why are you asking?”

“You said something last night.”

“Whatever I said probably wasn’t true. It’s usually not me talking once it’s dark, if you get what I’m saying?”

“You said you only kept me around because you felt sorry for me and someday you’d rip my innards out. Even if that wasn't you, how am I supposed to say ‘Oh, that wasn’t really Dalton, it’s probably fine?’” Dalton quickly licks his lips as he stands to his full height.

“That first part was true. I wish you’d walk out right now. I wouldn’t notice a difference if you weren’t in my life; other than improvement.”

You nod numbly and put your hand on the doorknob, still looking at Dalton as you try to keep him from seeing your heartbreak.

“Good luck, Dalton. You’re gonna need it. Don't underestimate whatever is in the darkness; I'm not sure you know how dangerous it is.”

“Thanks,” he says as he turns to gather his stuff. “Bye.” You finally turn and close the door on Dalton.

As the door clicks shut, the blood begins to flow once again.

[suzzukiiii]

hello! :33

i wanted to request something for simon “ghost” riley x fem!Reader and there’s an age gap between them where reader is 19 and simon is in his late 30s and he moves in next door to her and her family and she starts getting a little crush on him then simon finds out about it and starts teasing her about it you can choose if there is smut :3 i would love to see what you do with this!

have an amazing day/night! <3333

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ☆

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆

a young female notices that someone finally moves in next door, she decides to talk to him. ☆☆☆

pairing; female!reader x ghost. !! a/n; there will be a part 2 of course, i just wanted to post something lol. !! genre & disclaimer; fluff i think ?? contains age gap

it was a sunny afternoon, and y/n was sitting on their porch, enjoying the weather, when she noticed that someone was moving into the house next door. it was a tall man, probably in his late 30's, carrying a bunch of boxes. strangely, he was wearing a mask? he then walked outside the house again to grab more boxes, when he noticed someone staring at him. he turned his head to the young female. he asked in a deep, cold tone that suggested he might be a little irritated, "can i help you?". the sound of his british accent was quite noticeable. y/n's eyes widened, realizing that she had been caught staring at him. a nervous stutter was heard from her as she replied. "uh, no. sorry, i was just...looking around." the guy looked away and continued transporting the boxes.

never ever had y/n seen someone like that. wearing a mask, randomly like that, and who knows why? she somehow found it attractive though, as-well as his muscular build, deep voice, and him surely being way older... this guy was totally her type.

the day went on and y/n just couldn't stop thinking about his voice, his line just went over and over through her mind. "do i try to talk to him tomorrow? like give him some sort of welcome gift..?" she thought to herself. "he seems a bit scary though.."

and then she fell asleep.

day after,

y/n woke up. it was a saturday, which meant no school. she thought of maybe baking something to the new neighbour. she instantly went on her phone to find a few recipes, and with that, about an hour later, the house was filled up with aroma of the choclate cake y/n just had made, feeling proud of herself. she went to her room to go and grab a cute outift, letting her hair out and left the house with the choclate cake in her hands. she then knocked on the door of his and suddenly felt her heart beating faster, she started to feel nervous.. "this isn't too much, is it? but this might be the chance where i could ask about the mask he's wearing...." she began to think. not so long after, the door opened, only to reveal the tall and muscular man.

"hello! me and my family live next door, i thought i would bake something for you as a welcome.." y/n stated, pretty quickly, but was good at hiding her nervousity.

the neighbour looked down at her, he had to be around 6'4 or something as tall as he looked. "you didn't have to do that, but thank you" he stated and took the cake, he placed the cake on a table and walked to the front door. he didn't really say anything after that, as if the conversation was over but y/n quickly came up with something.

"...your name?" she slowly questioned, waiting for him to answer. "name's simon ghost riley. you can call me simon" he responded. "and yours is?"

"my name is y/n! nice to meet you." she exclaimed, stretching out her hand, waiting for him to shake her hand. he looked down at the empty hand and then shook it. his hands were big, firm, yet soft. she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. "nice to meet you" he replied. he then let go of her and was about to walk inside his home. "well, i'll see you around" he implied before closing the door. y/n was just completely frozen about what had just happened while her hair swinged with the wind. her heart was beating fast and a thousand emotions came across her body.

part 2 coming up tomorrow !!

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

happy one year!!!!

can i get something with peter where he says something that hurts your feelings and you pull away and be kinda spirals for a bit cause he doesn’t know what he did wrong and how to fix

just hurt/comfort with happy ending <3333

Thank you!! Love me some good hurt/comfort <3

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Peter hadn't meant to avoid your calls — he'd just been busy all day. Being a TA, taking classes, being Spider-Man all left him exhausted by the time he collapsed into his apartment.

And as he scrambled in the window, ripping off his suit and hurriedly changing for the dinner with Aunt May he was late to, his phone buzzed once again. Despite hopping on one foot to undress, he was unable to ignore your name popping up on the screen. Part of him worried whether you were in any danger.

"Hello?" he grunted into the phone, dragging his pants down and searching for a pair of jeans.

"Peter! Hi, oh– are you okay?" you asked, hearing the heavy breaths coming from his side.

Wrestling on the jeans, he said, "Yeah, yeah. I'm good." He didn't stop to think about whether that was a lie. "What's up? You okay?" He put you on speaker as he pulled on a shirt and searched for his shoes here... somewhere.

"Yeah! Well, better than okay. You'll never believe what finally happened. So you know how I was trying for months to get this job at–"

Peter clenched his jaw tight, realizing you weren't in danger at all. With his shoes on, he ran out his front door as he said, "Look, that's great, but I'm running late. Whatever it is, tell me later, okay?"

He knew his words felt short, maybe even annoyed, while weaving through the crowded sidewalk to Aunt May's place. But he had a million things going through his head, all trying to get his attention.

He barely heard you respond. "Oh, yeah. Good luck."

The call ended before you let out the last word, his hand shoving his phone into his pocket.

But you sat there on your bed, holding your phone between loose fingers. Staring at the call ended screen, a breath that felt like a gut punch left your mouth. Next to you was a small cupcake you'd gotten yourself for landing the job you'd wanted — one that went uneaten as you laid in bed.

His words repeated in your mind over and over again, the way you could practically see him rolling his eyes. It twisted your stomach, making you sure to not annoy him again.

After that, Peter hadn't heard from you for a few weeks. Calls often went to voicemail. Though you answered his texts, it took hours for you to respond — and with few words. He wasn't the fastest texter either, but this felt unusual for you. And any time he asked what was wrong, you said you were fine, but the feeling at away at him.

It sat in his chest, even when he was supposed to be teaching a class or stopping crimes. Your face flashed behind his eyes when trying to fall asleep. Was he losing you?

He was the guy that's supposed to save everyone, but you seemed to be slipping between his fingers right in front of him. It wasn't as easy as webbing up the bad guy... especially if that was him.

Late one night, when Peter couldn't take it anymore, he showed up at your door. His fingers shook with each knock, his weight shifting side to side with each passing second. Time felt a million times slower than his racing heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Any little bit of hope he still had sunk to his stomach when you opened the door, your smile falling at seeing him. "Oh," you said, "Peter, what's up?"

You looked tired, your shoulders sagging. He silently begged your eyes to light up the way they did when you two were together, but they stayed dull. You just silently took the flowers he offered to you, silence falling between you two.

Shaking his head, he pushed past you into your apartment. "What's up? Where have you been?" he asked, unable to keep his voice from sounding strained, thin. I miss you, is what he didn't say.

You sighed, crossing your arms as you shut the door and looked at him. "I've been here. Where have you been?"

His mouth tightened into a straight line, a good enough explanation dying in his throat. He reached a hand toward you, but his chest caved in when you pulled away.

"I got the job, Peter. You know, the one I'd been looking at for months? I got it."

And he hadn't been there to celebrate — to even hear you tell him the news. The look on your face, biting onto your lip to keep from tearing up, made his heart ache.

"Congratulations," he offered, but the word fell flat. "And I'm so sorry."

You couldn't stop yourself from plowing on, the feelings falling out of you. "It feels like you never have the time anymore. And that's okay, for the most part. But... just tell me. Blowing me off like that hurts. Again and again."

This time, with watery eyes, you let him approach. Let his arms wrap around you and hold you tight. His hand felt like a comfortable weight rubbing up and down your back. "You're right. I was– am, a dick. And you deserve every right to be angry at me."

"You got that right," you sniffled against him, bringing out a small laugh from both of you.

Peter pulled back, looking at you and thinking of only you. "I'm here now. I'll grab some snacks and you tell me all about it, okay?"

Slowly, you nodded, giving him a soft smile. He kissed the top of your head before going to the kitchen. He had nowhere else to be — nowhere else he wanted to be than with you.

[anna-scribbles]

hey hey anna zo @zodoods back again after reading thirteen i am dumping my thoughts at you because wow idk where else to put them

if i had to describe thirteen as a feeling it would be like a pit in your stomach of nerves and grief and man the sick feeling i had while i read every one of adrien's interactions with emilie and gabriel...you are such a remarkable author truly

scenes that will rotate in my mind forever and ever:

adrien waiting till his mum is in a good mood to ask if he can go to school, immediately pulling back when he senses that he's displeasing her...i think this "people pleaser" behaviour is just so adrien agreste (as a child) that theres this real stark contrast to the 'present' bits where he's talking to marinette and he's not as afraid to displease her in the same sense??

gabriel pushing his son into modelling..the way he was so uncomfortable at the way he was being portrayed,,it really broke my heart like the lengths adrien goes through to please his parents

plagg putting sticky notes on things (being adrien's shoulder to lean on . as he should)

i need to sit on this chapter a bit like i need to let it rise in the oven that is my mind i need to open it like im opening a dusty box in the attic and brush away the dust its just it made me feel a lot and i think thats just a testament to this fic as a whole!!! cant wait for the next chapter <3

HIIIIII ZO IM ANSWERING THIS SO LATE BUT IVE BEEN THINKING AND SMILING ABOUT IT EVER SINCE YOU SENT IT<3333

oh that comparison between how young adrien's interactions with emilie are so fear-based still even though he loves her vs now-adrien isn't afraid of marinette oh im gonna cry so hard!!! yes you get it!!!!!

AUGH yyeah honestly while prepping to write this fic I did some digging into stories of child actors/stars and things they felt like they had to do and how it impacted them and I really wanted to get that discomfort and loss of autonomy across there

thank you SO much i love plagg and his sticky notes he's a menace and also my best friend<3

thank you thank you for reading and for such a sweet ask!!! ahh im gonna treasure it in my heart forever!

[murdleandmarot]

Uhm 7, 2 and 3!!

hi hello again!!! <3333

It’s super late but I promised myself that I’d answer this ask tonight and also I wanna. Not think about that stupid poll. so ask time!!!!!

2. A headcanon you weren’t sure about at first, but have come to like:

Tugger and Skimble’s friendship!! At first I was like. Are you guys sure? They didn’t hang out at all :(

But!!! Thanks to everyone’s propaganda, I saw the light. Skimble and Tugger have such bestie potential, they’re so funny together. The master of order vs the agent of chaos. They’re friends <3

3. A character that fandom had helped you appreciate:

Again, Skimbleshanks. I was neutral on him, (still loved him lots, just not that passionate).

This is mostly because all I knew is that he was silly and he did rly well in the 2019 movie, (and my dad’s infamous skimble hatred. Truly what is his problem). But!!! Thanks mostly in part to @mysticalcats’s propaganda (ily lots bestie) I grew to truly appreciate our favorite train cat. He truly is the cat of the railway train.

7. Your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

I have a ton!!!! For reading, I really appreciate the ✨dramatics✨. Huge fan of Macavity and Misto fics, a lot of really interesting concepts there that I love a lot. Also seeing the backstory of some of the kittens (Skimble finding Misto and Vicci fic ILYYYY 🫶).

Writing is tough because it’s kind of an on and off thing. Writing Jemima’s perspective is really fun, and so is writing dialogue and humor for the cats. I especially liked writing a scene that included Bombalurina and Demeter together, they’re so sweet.

None of it’s really that good, but it’s self indulgent in a rly specific way and it’s nice to play around with.

DRAWING IS THE BEST EVER 🫶🫶🫶 I like doing pintrest poses with different cats, cat oc art is my favorite in the world, I loved that one era where I just. Collected random OCs and painted them.

One of my favorite works is the Bluebelle and Bluebeard painting I did, I love angst art SO fucking much, and I wish I did/saw more of it 💔

(PSA to cats OC artists. Make more art forever. For me 💕)

[drinkpisser]

HOW IT CAME TO BE, CHAPTER 6 !! 🛸👽⭐️

so,, hi!! :3 I know I went on a whoooole tangent last time about how I was gonna take a break but for some reason every time I do that I end up becoming even more motivated to post/write and this chapter was basically made in almost record time ( ・д・) aaaaneewayz,, I've figured maybe the way to go is to write slightly smaller chapters so I don't burn out so quick 🙏 BUT YEAH!!!! ENJOY AND THANK YOU FOR READING IF U DO !!! <3333 :D🫶

READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER !! 🪐

begin reading chap.6 under the cut ‼️

CHAPTER 6: WE'RE NOT JUST DREAMERS

Gerard, Ray, Jamia and Frank had decided to meet up on a brittle Autumn's day. Tragically, they soon came to learn that Gerard being the oldest meant he was the only one able to drive without legal measures obstructing their stride.

What did this cause, you ask?

Well.

"Gee, pick us the fuck up! We're freezing out here!" Frank yells down his cellphone, wind muffling his voice.

Gerard, already exceeding the speed limit, hits the pedal with his foot twice as agressively than before.

"I just got offa' my shift, dude, wait!" He screams back with a struggle.

Thrusting towards the sidewalk with a "skrrrt!" of the car's wheels, Gerard manages to find Frank and J (a nickname acquired for Jamia) waiting outside the local burger joint, munching away with cold hands from holding their XL shakes. Almost instantly after they pile into the back, the car shoots off. J shrieks, a good half of her burger flopping onto her jacket, now glued together with artificial cheese.

Mikey, hiding under his hair, clears his throat as though he is intimidated. Pushing up his cracked glasses and sniffling, he shuffles around in the car seat.

"You okay, lil' brother?" Gee asks, noticing his timid mannerisms.

Mikey nods, "I still don't know these guys very well is all," he sheepishly turns to them.

Frank and J are now kissing passionately in the back of Gee's shitty Golf GTI. Frank briefly sideyes his poor witness, pulling away from J considerately.

"Yo," Frank grunts. J smiles. Mikey waves.

Gerard hits a sudden and sharp stop, turning to the rest of his companions- Mikey nearly flies out of the window, thank god for seatbelts.

"Where's Ray?" Gerard wonders.

"Not at a fucking gas station." Frank stares directly at the camera. What? There's an imaginary camera representing the audience?

"I swear I haven't seen him, since, like, last week. When we went to the skate park." J adds.

"Well, I walked him home and stuff after that but he hasn't said anything about cancellin' on us today," Gerard observes, "I think I'll drive to his house cause he ain't here." He points to the outside of the café where Ray had supposedly arranged to meet about half an hour ago. Gee zooms off once again.

Zoom!

Ray's house can only be described as modern- like your average, run of the mill family home. He hadn't moved out yet, unlike Gerard, so chances are if something is wrong, then his parents will answer the door; Ray always rushes to the door when he knows Gerard is behind it.

Gerard shuffles along, hauling his ass out of the car in a slight panic. Gee knocks three times.

"Coming!" A voice chirps from behind the door. Thank goodness, It's Ray. Opening the door, he whistles unknowingly.

"I totally forgot about meeting up, sorry I'm late! Uh-" Ray stumbles on his words.

"What's goin' on?" Gerard quizzically stares, tilting his head slightly.

"You see, erm," Ray gently grabs Gee by the collar, ushering him inside like its some secret operation that they're gonna go out and get cookies after this.

Gerard wide-eyedly blinks, going along with it.

"Yknow, everyone's in the car." Gerard suggests passively.

Ray opens his bedroom door, kicking away some clothes blocking their entry.

There sat two extraterrestrial beings on his unmade bed. One angelic, however animalistic, and the other slightly grotesque- similar to a guard Gerard had seen on the mothership. Somehow, Ray didn't see the resemblance and just let them right in to his home.

"I made some friends today!" Ray exclaims with joy, clasping his hands together.

Gerard stands gulping in petrification.

"Th-th-the the-" Gee shakily points a finger, as though he is about to detonate.

"What? They're just people, Gee! They asked about you, actually. Rico and Sly ring a bell to ya'?"

"Sly's one word for it," Gerard squints in speculation, "but it don't ring no bells to me." His fear shifting to anger, he stares deadpan at the two aliens who's gazes increase in sincerity.

"Rico" appears to be analysing Gerard's every move, from the way his mouth awkwardly jerks to the left as he speaks to the delayed seconds between each blink of his eye. They've met before. That blinding, white aura radiating off of her skin screams familliar to Gerard like a kettle on a stove. The absence of light makes it easier for Gerard to distinguish her features, just plain old missable stuff- like her blank third eye resting on her forehead, or the scales running down her body. Despite the intimidating presence she gives off, she could easily be percieved as attractive, unconventionally.

All at once, he remembers.

This is a face only he'd see again when his time was due to leave planet Earth.

But why? Why today? What about his friends? His little brother waiting in the car?

"They said something about you needing to go with them? I dunno, family-friend emergency?" Ray informs.

Gerard, his lips beginning to tremble, shakes his head repetitively.

"I can't go yet." He persists through suppressed tears.

"I just can't. Why don't we-"

"There's no need, Gee. Just go." Ray had suddenly begun to act odd, or had Gerard just suddenly noticed?

The more he thought, the more that dawned on him.

Ray isn't this gullible, right? Letting total strangers in, (in our case, aliens) and believing them when they want to whisk Gerard away somewhere unknown? Ray couldn't ever endanger his best friend like that.

"You need to go with them." He adds.

The doorknob behind Gerard had started to insistently creak, before opening with a hustle. Behind said door, entered a paradoxical sight. Another Ray, wearing Gee's striped scarf that he had lended to him, cozied up in his winter coat and his hair tied back under his wooly hat. Behind him, stood Frank, J, and Mikey, who had come along in pure bewilderment.

"I was INSIDE the cafe, dumbasses! It's freezing out there!" Ray exclaims.

"What the fuck... Am I seeing double?" Gerard questions, double taking back and forth between the two Toros, beginning to feel lightheaded and faint.

The three quickly notice the absurdity of this situation, gasping and shrieking at the cloned Toro. Cunning as they are, the aliens always have an instant, emergency resort to being caught. Dissapearing, making Gerard out to be some fool.

The Ray that had lured him into the house begins to disintegrate, it's skin reducing itself to nothing but sands of atomical matter. All that remained of it was an anatomical skeleton hanging on the wall.

Likewise, Gee also begins to dissapear, losing consciousness upon the uncanny sight of his best friend's face melting off, and he flops face-first onto the carpet.

Momentarily, his surroundings cannot decide where they are. Shifting, like a cracked chromatic abberation. Perhaps it's the underlying fear of waking up on that damned ship, lying next to the guilt of unfinished interactions and sayings of goodbyes. Of course, this didn't happen. He just remained. On Ray Toro's carpet.

Without allowing himself a minute of recuperation, he sits up with haste.

"You all saw that, right?!" he pleads.

The three had sat around Gee in a huddle, as though they were whispering away their conflicted thoughts.

"Hello?" he sneers with slight annoyance.

"I told you all that he wasn't lying. I believed him since the beginning!" Ray defends, rushing over to his drawer of handmade tinfoil hats and conspiracy magazines and waving them around enthusiastically.

"Yeah, well, I dearly apologise for not wanting to be involved in some body-snatching shit!" Frank snaps.

"Maybe we should be more concerned as to where he went," Jamia intervenes.

Huh?

Gerard rubs his eyes, soon finding that he was watching from a screen. He struggles to grasp hold of any materialised items, before ripping a virtual headset off of his eyes. The room, if it is one, is dark. Darker than the nights at summer camp, especially without the radiance of the moon keeping him company. Registering the slight malice of the unusual spying eye machine, he tosses it against the solid void, hearing the crash which allowed Gee to confirm the precise proximity of this ambiguous area.

Something taps him from behind, holding a flashlight, visualising the essence of a metal door blocking Gee from uncertain freedom. He hastily turns around in apprehension, before momentarily losing his tension.

"Oh, Lola, it's you," Gerard fails to hold back a slight smile, "You've grown quite a bit."

Lola, who now is less pint-sized and more adult sized, stands up from their sat position, towering over Gerard. Of course, it isn't intimidating at all- moreso, it feels protective and almost reassuring.

"But-" he pauses, growing in upset.

"That means they didn't keep to their fucking side of the deal!"

Lola shakes their head, as though they themself had realised something was wrong with the establishment they'd grown up in. Unsure of any other method of interacting, they open their arms for a comforting embrace.

Gee, disoriented, slowly lies into Lola's thick, fuzzy fur, clinging. Lola truly is the alien-critter depiction of a teddy bear, if there isn't already one. Residing within the two laid an innately strong sense of trust, and by the lonestanding fact that they'd been imprisoned together, it was made clear that their bond was about to strengthen even further.

Tears well up in Gerard's eyes semi-automatically, grateful for Lola's presence but resentful towards the cliffhanger he'd been pushed off from, not being granted a chance to leave the way he had anticipated or had been promised. All he wanted was to say goodbye, leave things in tact. Now, to him, it's all destroyed. Pointless; every friendship that he'd lived around had hit an iceberg eroded by exasperation- and he couldn't even do his usual, futile act of overexplaining the strange phenomena revolving around it.

"Goddamnit," he sniffles, eyes puffy and words slurring, "why can't it just be okay for once?" Gerard weeps into Lola's shoulder.

With their soft paws, they stroke Gee's fluffy ginger head of hair and hold him tighter. They sit together for a little while, not speculating or discussing a plan of escape, but adjusting to eachother's company. Close, but wary. Friendly, but not quite friends yet.

Lost in thought, but on their guard. Perchance they'll escape, or maybe they won't. For now, it's a waiting game. Nonetheless, Gee can't help but wonder from here on out:

How is it going to be?

[nathanbatemanfucker]

ALEX HIIIII!!!!!!!! i saw ‘aaron hotchner x reader’ in your tags and i RAN here 🤭🤭🤭💞

okay so what about #10-“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.” 😩🦋🦋 with aaron <3333

thank you ilysm!!!!!!!!!!

Instead

prompt: #10 “let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

contents: implied sexual content, angst, exes in love, hope for the future

wc: 1.1k (listen it got out of hand)

an: i hope you enjoy this my sweet fay, despite it being angst i had a really fun time writing it. perhaps im slowly returning to this man 🤭 love youuuu bb <33

summer blurbs prompts + masterlist | cm masterlist

You’ve always reminded yourself there was the possibility of seeing him when you come back home. You’ve prepared; there is nothing to say, nothing to change. Going your separate ways once the two of you had graduated from undergrad just made sense. Living states upon states from each other, working insane hours— the two of you were never going to fit together the way you did those few years. And while it hurt, neither of you wanted to hold the other back.

Your relationship was based in choice and fire and tenderness. How the bicker of back and forth turned into something soft, something sweet and erotic. You’d never been able to find the flame that sparked when you were with him with anyone else, so you’d given up.

It takes 10 years. You’d gone almost 10 years without seeing him— you come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas respectively, sometimes even the 4th of July. Aaron Hotchner never comes home. Until he does.

He says words that you never expected— words some part of you buried deep down has always wanted to hear.

“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

You shouldn’t even be here. He shouldn’t even be here. You’ve avoided this for so long and all it took was once for you to end up here. For you to say yes to him. Over and over you’d said yes, because what else could you say?

He’s always been your weakness. You’d agreed to coffee when you saw him in the grocery store. Said yes to dinner at coffee despite the awkward tension between you. Said yes again to coming back to his hotel room despite the tan line from his removed wedding band.

When those words— let me call you mine, just for tonight— spill from his mouth as you two stand in his hotel room, you can acknowledge that this is the perfect time to say no.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead you say, “We’ve done this before, Aaron. Why hurt ourselves?”

The words have hardly left your mouth before he’s answering. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”

“I didn’t leave, we came to an agreement,” You grit out, arms crossed against your chest defensively. “We wanted different things, coasts apart.”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I’m not blaming you.”

“That’s what it feels like. And you never fought for me— I posed the idea and you just went with it.”

His mouth presses into a thin line, brow furrowing in confusion, “Was I supposed to know that I was meant to fight? I always respected you and your autonomy.”

You know that he’s right. Choice and fire and tenderness.

Your shoulders drop as all the stubbornness in you disappears. You can’t look at him. “I don’t want to fight, Aaron, please. I don’t have the heart for it.

He steps forward— that’s all that’s left between the two of you after this little tiff, a single step. His hands, warm and calloused, rise to cup your face, lifting your gaze to his own.

“I know, you never have, have you, honey?” He asks gently, not a single drop of malice or condescension. “We get worked up just to fizzle out. I’m sorry, I am. But, I don’t know if I can let you walk out the door like this.”

You have to close your eyes before you drown in him. In his deep brown eyes, in his strong pine cologne that surrounds you. It’s too late, you’re sure of that when he angles your jaw further and you feel the ghost of his breath on your lips. And while it took so much strength to look away, it takes none to press your lips to his.

For a while that’s all either of you do— kiss and explore the way you’ve changed. His mouth feels the same, his tongue deep and searching but his skin is different, his beard is gone, his shoulders are firmer. He feels how you’ve become softer, how your mouth might taste even sweeter.

You pull away once your lungs burn and not a moment sooner. It could end here, you could keep all those promises you’ve made to yourself and walk away from him. Nothing and everything has changed. Once again you think that you should do the right thing to save you both. But instead, you sit on the couch and pat the spot beside you.

You and Aaron truly talk for the first time since seeing each other in that grocery store. You tell him about your loneliness. He tells you about his, about the horror and gore that accompanies it. You bring him close and kiss him until he’s dizzy, until you’re in a vacuum where none of that exists. Just the two of you.

Eventually, he guides you to the bed with respectful eyes, eyes that say this is your call. You make it, pulling him in for another kiss by the collar of his polo.

In the quiet darkness of the night, he touches you like you never left him. He kisses every inch of your skin, and reintroduces you to a level of pleasure that left with him.

And when you wake in the morning, you’re warm— almost too warm. But, you aren’t quite ready to move and accept the reality that dawn brings. You’re losing him all over again. There’s a familiar stiffness in your bones, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that takes you back to that cool May morning.

Rising out of bed, slowly and carefully, is one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Not because you haven’t snuck out of bed before, leaving a one night stand or two wondering about what they did wrong. But, because Aaron’s always been it for you. Because you’re leaving the warmest bed you’ve ever known.

Dressing quietly, you press a parting kiss to his forehead, so light that you feel like a ghost. Maybe that’s what you are, a ghost in Aaron’s life the way he’s one in yours.

When Aaron wakes, he feels the chill left in your absence. He knew what he was getting himself into; he’d only asked for a night, hadn’t he?

That chill stays with him as he gets ready. But, when he reaches for his wallet, a small bit of paper falls out. He bends to pick it up, and smiles— written on the paper are familiar digits. Ones he’d deleted from his phone long ago, ones he’s been trying to forget until now.

He thinks for a moment that he should throw it away, spare you both the back and forth for something that might crumble all over again. Instead, he opens his phone, saving your number once more. His chest thaws a bit at the potential of more.

[midnightsun-if]

Here it is 💜

I'M LATE AH

but thank you very much for tracking it down 😭 have a great day!!!<3333

Of course! I try to get a list of links for the asks I think will/might be asked again.

I hope you enjoy the answers you find! 💜

[ssseriema]

hi hello hi, i just wanna say I really really love your art, like everything about it, the sketches, the lineart and how you Color and shade and render and your art style and just everything about it, you inspire me so much and I hope one day I’ll be at your level!!! Also a question that you don’t have to answer but I was just wondering how you shade/render? (I think that’s what it’s called) It looks so good and I can’t quite figure out how you do it and I really wanna know BUT you don’t have to divulge your secrets if you don’t want to, I was just curious, anyway I’ll just say again your art is so so awesomes and so cool and amazing ^>^

OH MY GOD,,, THANK YOU OUFGEHMRGGHMM.. this was such a joy to get in my inbox you have no idea TwT tysm for the nice words. if you dont mind me asking which art youre thinking about when talking about shading :0? ive been a lil all over the place lately so if you can point me to one or more pieces thatd be great so i can go back to it and check how i did things :3333