#also . help his hair is still so absolutely addicting to draw

[derpu-doodles]

Can't get my mind out of those memories Now time to tell them, "Don't take my dream"

basically I was listening to P4's Heaven while drawing and my brain immediately went "lmao what if we Third Semester Akechi,"

[artsyannierose]

Ee! I absolutely adore your art! <3

I have a question though, what do you think Husk and Angel Dust looked like as humans?

THIS KINDA ENDED UP BEING A MIX OF TWO DIFF DESIGNS IN MY HEAD HELPP

Ok listen…

when you say looked like as humans I read it really fast and didn’t register because personally I think if their hell forms were turned into humans, they would look very different from what they actually looked like as humans.

Take Anthony for example, he was part of the mafia and closeted so he probably didn’t accessorize as much Angel does and stayed pretty standard with his outfit. I think he had dirty blonde hair or sandy brown hair rather than platinum blonde and some sort of heterochromia, which matches up with his hell form. Still tall and lanky ofc…and I also think he’d look pretty sickly and obviously drug addicted ngl. I’m running this quickly but if I spent more time I might’ve made him look a little more unhealthy but that requires effort lolol. But he still is definitely a naturally pretty face and body

So lowkey what I drew is that except with more of Angel’s extra touches with the earrings for example, and I gave him pale hair cause it just looks off if I give him brown crying

Husk on the other hand was quite tricky because I cant place my finger what he was like in life…bro was first an overlord in hell before the tired grumpy drunkard we all love. So I assume he was a cocky swindler down in Vegas, probably on and off rich and broke, well dressed, bit of a charmer. Def still an alcoholic but I think it wouldn’t be as obvious as Anthony’s addiction.

So taking inspiration from his overlord design we got the hair, more casual of a fit tho since it’s not like he was an overlord when he was alive

also help I more or less drew Husk with Lucifer’s hair I DIDNT MEAN TO IT JUST LOOKED RIGHT-

I obviously cannot draw men

ANYWAY THIS WAS PRETTY RUSHED IM ON THE ROAD AND ITS A WEIRD MIX BETWEEN MY HEADCANON ABOUT THEIR LIFE AND THEIR CURRENT HELL FORMS OOPSIE BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT REGARDLESS THANKS ANON <3

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

hawo! i saw ur post about the xreader thing and uh… i go by she/her, im a stem girlie if that helps, i like arts and volleyball, i used to game a lot but im trying to lessen it cuz its becoming a bad habit, i like reading and music too, and i bake/cook when im not feeling lazy or am particularly stressed about something, and i guess im pretty quiet? like, i come off as intimidating to a lot of people but im literally just generally anxious 😭 i get hyperfixated on random stuff and get distracted easily + find studying very very super hard and boring but am in honors somehow. i care a lot about my family but i have trouble forming connections outside of childhood friends and stuff, thats the gist of me. i would love headcanons with kageyama or kenma! (maybe both if ure generous? or sugawara or tsukki work too idk choosing a haikyuu fave is impossible)

Kageyama & Kenma x F!reader

warnings: none!

girl u are very relatable (anxious, easily distracted, hiperfixated, arts & stem people rise up) and im also very much a kageyama kinda guy lets be friends LMFAO /hj

gif credit: kenma & kageyama ; dividers credit

Kageyama Tobio:

oh my guy is also very much someone who gets very hyperfixated on stuff, chances are once u become close enough, both of you would start rambling/infodumping onto each other and would accidentally get into whatever the other one is hyperfixated on lmfao. like one day you'd come up to him and just ramble for 15 mins about some historical event and next day he would call you at 2am and go "GIRL THATS NOT EVEN THE FULL STORY GUESS WHAT I LEARNT ABOUT THAT" and viceversa.

since both of you are on the quieter side, chances are you might not speak every single day, but whenever you do speak, you could spend hours doing nothing but that. he's a very pleasant person to have long talks with and he would always be super interested in whatever you talk to him about

he's dumb as bricks when it comes to school stuff and struggles to study as much as you– but since you get good grades, he would come to you for help. which would lead to VERY chaotic but thoroughly enjoyable studying sessions lol.

he would always be so eager to play volleyball with you, regardless of how good you are. if you're on a lower level than him, he would tease you about it but also be very patient and explain everything to you a thousand times if need be (in his own way of course, which would probably include at least a few insults each time, but it's all in good nature)

he would very much enjoy just watching you draw/paint in silence or while listening to music. he finds it fascinating & very calming

he would go ABSOLUTELY WILD if you ever paint/draw a portrait of him. im talking like "weak to the knees, teary eyes & needs at least 1-5 business days to process it" type of emotional

Kozume Kenma:

oh girl he would be TERRIBLE for your gaming addiction lmfao

however!! if you are motivated enough to get better with that, you would probably try to get him to form healthier habits too and he would resist, but ultimately try to listen to you.

you would both probably spend hours straight just enjoying each other's company, not really talking that much, just doing your own thing (him gaming & you painting/reading etc)

he would be so shy whenever he includes you in streams and people say you two look cute together

whenever he's tired but still wants to spend time with you, he would love laying down with his head on your lap while you read for him and play with his hair

his way of showing affection would be to ask you to play his new fav videogame with him, or join him in streams, or send you playlists with music he thinks you would like

he would also play songs you like on the background of his treams and get fricking demonetized all the time because of it, but he still does it

he also tries to comission you to make his pfps/headers and pics for streams (he would get so shy and happy when you say that yes, boyfriend privileges include free drawings, indeed)

[qwesty-030]

hello ASP fandom

I’ve been lingering on the ASP tag for a while bc I wanted to find ppl that like the book as much as i do. I’ve seen all the beautiful fanart and whatnot. and I wanna thank yall bc I’ve been inspired to make my own post ✨! I too shall contribute to the ASP fandom too bc tumblr is the only place i can find an active asp fandom🧍

thank you and have a nice day

—

so uhm these are my designs for Finny and Gene. I drew these back when I started reading A Separate Peace in my high-school sophomore year. They’re pretty old drawings. At the time, I only drew these just to have some faces to put a name on (to help me visualize easier idk)

Well fast forward, my class finished reading ASP and I have been an ASP addict ever since.

okay im going to word vomit now

okay erm thought process of these designs:

Finny-

i tried to make him as book accurate at possible but ngl i actually i thought he was a red head before i looked up what he actually looked like. I genuinely wouldve believed he was a red head if i didnt looked it up (yes im referring to the ppl propagating redhead finny)

i gave him very sharp features and a somewhat messy hairstyle to symbolize his wild nature but also neat enough to get him by in school.

His shirt usually untucked or hastily put on. Most times he has his coat off or unbuttoned

he has some freckles and moles too YAY

Gene-

made him the most basic looking guy with the most basic features: black hair and brown eyes (okay ik his hair looks blue and u can barely see his brown eyed but i was limiting myself on colors GSSSYSHDHHSHA )

ofc i HAD to make him the complete opposite of Finny. His features are more squarish and rounder. because he always does random 90° angles out of nowhere

his hair is more neat and put together compared to Finny’s. It’s very structured to be square shaped. i like to think he uses a little bit of gel but it’s not a tight slickback. he lets his hair go loose bc he wants to follow Finny’s footsteps and be wild and free too 🤩🤩 yet he can’t help but follow the standard of having a neat slick hair and ofc follow school dresscode 🤷‍♀️

his fit is also more put together. he always makes sure his tie is neat and his coat is buttoned up most times

i gave him a mole :)

this was a fun one to make cuz he literally never describes himself in the book💀💀 i find that really interesting tho. perhaps it was on purpose so readers can relate to Gene more by emotion and not feel distanced by physical features

(yea i obviously put in a lot more thought into Gene’s design than Finny’s)

(i still love them both tho)

FUN FACTS YES THERE’S MORE:

honestly thought Finny was a latino and/or hispanic cuz of his tan skin. (im well aware white ppl can look tan and not be a hispanic but also hispanics and latinx could also look pale white i was lowkey a little ignorant back then 💀.) idk maybe he could have some hispanic blood 🤷‍♀️

do not mind the messiness and low quality, i did this in the dead of night on a note-taking app called Notability

that last note may sound absolutely unrelated BUT WAIT! I actually have a whole stock of ASP Notability doodles! More to come!! maybe…

if i feel like it…….

we’ll see

their hairstyles and clothing are based on actual 1940s styles :D it’s my favorite thing about their design especially their hair. it was fun researching and incorporating historical trends

the chair Gene is sitting on is supposed to be the Early American chair from Finny’s house! I did not put any effort into the chair whatsoever 😀

although i gave Finny short hair, I’ve come to see how good long hair Finny is

Yup that’s all for now. Thank you all who stopped by. It’s so nice meeting u guys!!

[citadelredlightdistrict]

Drac Conquers the Elves (Part 1)

This is really long, so I'll have a break here to save you some scrolling.

To fight a god is a fool's errand, for a mortal the power of the gods is forever beyond their reach, no matter how long lived or how great the mortal may be. With this knowledge most mortals seek not to combat the gods, but rather to earn their favor, but sometimes people would be better off simply not drawing attention to themselves. In the events of Jacwyn Silverquill however, this was never an option. From the moment of his birth he'd been marked by gods and those who would be. Jacwyn was generally considered a pretty boy, with his silken hair and fair features, his thin and delicate body was just as often desired by men as it was women. His mother often muttered it was a curse meant to shame her, but many others said it was a blessing to recieve such beauty, Jacwyn tended to side with his mother's view on the subject. That was until his opinion was changed, not through a new perspective granted to him, but rather his opinion was changed for him by one who would be a god. Upon meeting the creature known as Drac he'd immediately captured the being's attention, and by no will of his own he'd simply never let it go. After months of wooing and attempting to convince the young elf to be his consort, Drac had finally had enough, if a mortal will not be persuaded, then their mind must be changed.

Jacwyn: "Ahh~! Mmm, master Drac, ahh~! So good, hee hee, I can't believe you never showed me this before~."

Jacwyn slipped her tongue along Drac's thick cock, starting at the bottom of his balls all the way to the very tip. Her tongue laid flat against it, lathering as much of the powerful rod with her saliva as she could, she simply couldn't get enough of it. It wasn't the first cock that Jacwyn had ever tasted, in her travels she'd been made to taste many, but none were nearly so addictive, nor potent, as her master's. Perhaps it was because back then, she hadn't been granted her true form by her master yet, back then she'd still been a man, now though she was a woman, made for the purpose of carrying her master Drac's seed.

Samael: "You bastard! Jacwyn is MINE! My brother, my sister, my property, my toy!"

Samael Silverquill, the youngest daughter to the Silverquill line, and Jacwyn's older sister, was also the self-proclaimed fiance and destined lover to Jacwyn. For years now she'd been grooming him, warping his view of himself to try and help him come to accept his feminine body, to understand that he was born to pleasure others, namely herself. But all that effort had been wasted thanks to this would be god's actions. Now the voluptuous silver-haired maiden could do nothing but watch as Drac claimed what should have been her birthright, the heart and devotion of her beloved Jacwyn. Drac: "Ha! Really? Just because in your madness you'd convinced yourself that he was yours, that makes it so? Well perhaps you were right, and perhaps he was yours, but she isn't. Just like the three of you, she is mine. Isn't that right my sweet pet?"

Jacwyn had been largely ignoring her sister and master's discussion, focusing her attention on something far more important, sucking her master's cock. Even with the question directed at her she simply attempted to nod her head as she continued to suck on it, bobbing her head up and down along the length. Drac had to grab her by the hair and pull her off his cock, the tip slipping out with an audible pop in order to make her break long enough to answer.

Jacwyn: "Ahhh~! Yes, mmm, y-yes master, I'm yours! I'm your pretty little pet, and I wouldn't have it any other way!"

She looked up at him with a look of absolute devotion and desire, no hint of resistance or malice within her. Samael's fury boiled, her mind immediately turning within to grasp at the well of power she knew was there, but once again found it just beyond her reach, Drac's own power restraining her from grasping at it.

Samael: "GAHHH!"

She threw herself against the chains that held her against the stone wall, falling to her knees on the carpet, the constant impact digging into her already bruised wrists. She grit her teeth as she watched her once brother return to worshiping Drac's cock. Fluttering around him being the two little pixies that had been claimed along with Jacwyn, Tink and Dew. Each of the pixies minds had broken at the slightest touch from Drac, each of them now nothing more than his plaything, seeking only to pleasure him and themselves and thinking of little else. The two girls, made entirely of magic were each barely larger than half the length of Drac's whole cock, and each of them was humping Drac's balls as they rubbed and sucked on his length, neither caring when Jacwyn's tongue slid over them as they worshipped the object of their shared desire.

Drac smirks as an idea comes to him, a way to shut up Samael, and put his little pixie sluts to proper use. He grabs Tink in his hand and shoves Jacwyn back, making the horny elf fall back on her ass as she looks up and watches her beloved master.

Drac: "That's enough pet, for now, I want to teach your whore sister over here her proper place~."

He places Tink's tiny slit at the tip of his cock, and thanks solely to her body being made of magic, manages to stretch her out, forcing his cock slowly into her until her cunt fully engulfed his cock tip. She looked almost like a fleshy condom by the end, and as he brought his pixie covered cock closer Samael scrunched up her face in disgust and outrage, struggling against her bonds to shove him away,

Samael: "Eugh! Get that disgusting thing away from me! I'm not going t- GLG!"

She was silenced by his cock complete with the fairy condom as he thrust into her throat, she could feel and taste both his cock, and the pixie covering it, she could feel the poor broken creature as she was shoved into her throat. Samael couldn't help but to gag, she didn't want to risk swallowing around Drac's cock for fear of swallowing the pixie whole, but at the same time she couldn't breath unless she did something about it. Drac however was less concerned, moaning in pleasure as he used Samael's throat like an onahole, seemingly uncaring as to whether the pixie was swallowed or not, all he cared about was how good it felt. And it felt amazing. "Ahh~! Oh fuck, ha ha! This was a great idea! Mmm~ oh Sammy, having that pixie stretched over my tip and ohhh~ your throat gagging on the rest, ha! Fuck it's better than plain pussy I'll tell you that!"

The other fairy moaned in delight as she came again on Drac's balls, uncaring that with every thrust into Samael's throat her friend was at risk of being fed to the elf woman, nor did she care that every thrust smacked her against that same elf's chin. All she cared was that her master was feeling good, and how good it felt to grind her own small pussy on his balls and cock.

Samael's eyes began to water, the pain from gagging and choking on his cock, coupled with his rough grip on her hair as he used it like a handle to force her head down as he thrust forward, it was starting to get to her. Worse of all was how good it felt, she didn't know if he'd cast a spell on her, or if she was just that depraved, but being forced like she was, being used, it was about to make her cum. It was going to make her cum, and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet, hadn't even touched her tits. All he was doing was fucking her throat, her ears even twitched as she flushed red, her whole body all but begging him to just touch one of her erogenous zones, and he refused to touch any of them.

Drac: "Ha! What's the matter cunt? You're starting to sound like you're enjoying yourself, I'm hearing more moans and desperate whines for attention than I am genuine complaints now! Are you starting to enjoy being used like the dumb slut you are?"

[littlesliceofimmortality]

typed up a bunch of milton headcanons hol up (lifts up a file cabinet and drops it on the table with a THUNK( ITS ALOT MORE AND I REALIZED SO. under the cut!

content warning for mention of overdose

• used to get sick alot as a kid. like DEADLY sick, bedridden missing chunks of school sick. got better once middle school started but is more concious about germs than most

• still kinda physically weak still. has athritis as well but can stubborn about it since he loves to write/type

• callum once joked about how (when)if milt ever changed his mind he could get a typewriter head. "arent those typically for women?" "THINK about it, baby! you could be the first gender non confirming vice president! "(chuckling) i think id rather make the history books in a different way, cal"

• HEAVILY christian. prayed before every meal and before he went to bed and stuff. had the occasional fit of all-consuming devotion and sobbing while kneeling over a bench from time to time, but hes shaken off his more intense religious fears and grew more solid in his faith. 

• cant help feeling Conviction grip him when callum will make an offhand comment about not being a god-fearing man

• men in dialtown will really just abuse substances. addicted to painkillers and hates himself for it. has tried to wean himself off of it several different times, and had a really good streak going before he overdosed actually.

• first person in his family to go to college! yipee! did genuinely enjoy it and wrote back to/called his parents alot - kept up a good relationship with them

• he would absolutely love to be with a supercomputer the size of a room i know it he'd kick his legs and grin

• ate nothing but different variations of soup for a week straight once. not because of anything serious He jusy Really liked soup for a bit

• marla lightheartedly pokes fun at him for not having any silly ties + bought him funky socks for christmas once. has startwd incorporating more patterns into his wardrobe since

• permanant hat hair....likes the pressure on his head. the more bullet points i type out the more im unconsciously making him autistic. WELL what even ever

• used to have it super short cropped but let it grow out a lil bit more as he started wearing the same hat (yakno The Hat) more consistently so he can tuck it underneath

• The Hat also has a little orange ribbon around it TRUST.ill draw the top soon

[slickfordain]

Hi hi! May I request a Linked Universe (Yandere) match-up, please?

Age/Orientation: I'm 22, a cis woman that goes by she/her, and i'm bisexual with a preference for men!

Appearance/Height: I'm pale, and I have a lot of freckles. I have dark green-dyed hair (naturally dark brown) and brown eyes. I have heterochromia, with my right eye being split down the middle between brown and hazel, and I also have glasses!

I have a lot of piercings, I'm 5'3, and about mid-size, but a bit on the skinnier side. Oh, and my hair is down to my hips!

Personality/Love Language: I'm kind of quiet and shy, and I tend to unintentionally come off as intimidating because of it (and my rbf), but when I'm comfortable with someone I'm very talkative and I like to joke around a lot. (I've been told I'm smart and funny)

I don't like touch really like at all, but in a relationship I'm super clingy and touchy. I'm really affectionate and I get jealous and insecure super easily, but I try not to overreact. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation!

Hobbies/Interests: I really like reading and creative writing, making art, playing video games, and watching anime.

Thank you! <3

Cupid Fyu matches you up with……

Wild & Twilight!

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▬▬▬ Twilight

He would ADORE you !! As someone who works with sheep for his village friend in the Ordon village, he can come off quite intimidating as well. I feel like also because he’s partially a wolf (In Linked Universe logic), I can tell he can sense whenever you become insecure or upset about something. Therefor, he tries his best to make you happy and feel comfortable with him.

The first time Twilight had met you, he was so down bad already by how cute you were— and how quiet you seemed at first. He enjoyed your company, and it’s not even helping when the two of you love the color green. And that, because of that, you two became best friends immediately from it, and Twilight— was in absolute crisis asking himself why does he feel like this.

As you’re someone who dislikes touch, in the beginning, Twilight would respect it— but get a little too needy for some touch. That’s why when you’re both in a relationship, he slumps right into your arms and immediately stays there ! Oh, no, don’t think you’re able to escape his grasp. He really loves your soft touches, and the smell of your dyed hair is absolutely refreshing. It’s not something he often comes across to, because in his timeline they don’t function as much with coloring their hair… So I could definitely see Twilight addicted to that smell ~ Fufu~

In relationships, Twilight would encourage you to draw and improve— as he is someone who finds artworks really fun to look at and ethereal. He also loves the way the brushes and paint smells like, or even simple pencils for sketch work. He would braid your hair, even, if you allowed him because of how long your hair is— he’s experienced because I headcanon that Twilight is experienced with children’s hair!~ He would even so far compliment you, and even ask if he could be in any help for coloring your hair… Err… Probably don’t allow him to, please. If it’s anyone, trust Time instead of Twilight. (He’s a bit rough with his hands)

Your eyes are mesmerizing. He could stare at it all day, and still think that it was only just a few seconds he got to see you. You’re everything he absolutely wants and needs.

However, it’s not only you who’s just jealous easily. Twilight despises it whenever you read to someone else, particularly the children. He can’t help himself, it’s an instinct that’s inside of him that just…. Yearns for you, you know? And if you were to be someone in Twilight’s past where Zant was still alive and probably made you get into the same spot with Ilia, in another village, you better bet that Twilight will absolutely go berserk and obliterate everything that comes in his way.

You think Ganon can stop him? He became a wolf to save you, he fought monsters and helped Zelda to save you, what makes you think he wouldn’t ever come across different Ganons to defeat, if it meant to have you safe and happy?

No. Twilight refuses to even let Midna acknowledge you, always brushing the topic about you aside whenever she intervenes, because he’s so jealous and petty like that. He doesn’t even acknowledge Midna as a companion or a simple partner anymore either, but more like a tool he could use and manipulate to get to you. He just misses you so much… Please come back to your homeboy.

And, speaking of jealousy, again with your jealousy if he gets too close with Ilia— oh sweetie, don’t worry! He’ll just kill off Ilia if that makes you happy! Right? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Don’t worry… By the time he comes to that village you’re hidden in, he will scoop you in his arms— and ditch his whole entire mission to go back home. Someone else can do his dirty work, he has you now.

▬▬▬ Wild

When I say he’s wild, I absolutely fucking mean he’s wild about your hair and how it works with coloring it, and your eyes— Your— Gods. Just, YOUR EYESSSS. He would immediately brag about you to the great fairies in his world, who would often giggle and tease him for ever loving you so much. Though, he’s in a bit of denial!

He would say “Oh no it’s nothing like that, I just really adore her and how she often draws me and-” and he won’t just shut up, at all. Like girl? What have you done to him?? YOU COMPLETELY BROKE HIM- Or well, rather bewitched him. There’s just something about you that has him going… Wild. (I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T SUE ME)

But then fails.

Yes he just fails. There’s no denying by how your eyes just, makes his heart pound wildly, and how your dedication for reading makes him feel like he’s lacking some IQ… Because of you, he even knows many parts about the timeline he’s in— which is heavily impressive! You knew when the attacks would happen, you knew when Ganon would strike! You even described his personal attack plans!

How can he not love you? At least you didn’t tell him it’s because you’re a gamer… You just simply told him it’s because you love reading, and love trying to guess what happens next— a simple white lie.

I would have a feeling that Wild wouldn’t even try making you jealous, because poor boy is just heavily obsessed with you. He would be too occupied to even think about helping the people, or as a matter of fact defeating Ganondorf. The only girl that would be in your way, is either Mipha or Zelda, but I don’t think you should overthink too much about it…

Zelda isn’t easily jealous, in fact, she’ll accept it happily; while Mipha drowns in jealousy and absolute envy towards you. There will be times that Mipha even tries sabotaging the relationship between you and Wild, but in the end, Mipha would lose, before Wild can take care of her. Oh don’t worry, it’s just a friendly talk he wants to give to Mipha… Sidon won’t notice it, neither would the other champions that are too busy chattering with one another. Right?

Wild refuses as well to even let you come with him in some sort of battles he encounters every now and then, because I think you already know that this man has a lot of tasks to complete— and if you ever were to encounter one of his fights, this man would legit fucking cry his heart out. Because in reality, us humans aren’t tolerant towards fighting like these— but you best as well feel lucky you can’t die because of the fact you’re a real person, immune to fictional weapons and hits.

Sidon would think this is some sort of an obsession and not really true love that Wild feels for you, he even tells you this— but you seem to be fully distracted and you didn’t really care as much. Plus, you said to Sidon— much to his horror; that you enjoy and love Wild’s company. Even so far worse is that Zelda doesn’t even seem to think of Wild’s personality as weird and possessive.

But don’t worry, the great big fairies will have fish for today.

RAAAAH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS ;u ; Super sorry if it’s not to your liking! I tried my best finding out which Link would love your style! 😭

[elliotgraysstuff]

I've decided to start blogging on here for a hobby and also to help my thought process and documenting my ongoing journey to self love and compassion.

Well facts about me;

Name; elliot - they/ them pronouns pls.

I'm 26 years old and I have had quite a difficult life but I'm quite content with how my life is now. Anyways

Im a parent and they are my whole world my life changed for the better 😌

I'm a late diagnosed autistic and adhd still finding ways to help myself without risking burn out and finding the aids to help me.

I adore music especially kappa boy and anything instrumental, it calms me down and makes me feel good.

I love anything spooky and cute - like cute teddies that are spooky, spooky socks, cute/ spooky blankets, coffee cups etc.

I consider myself alternative I have 6 facial piercings and dyed black hair which currently is a mullet. I also change my hair CONSTANTLY. Also have old traditional tattoos on my legs and arm.

I'm very attached to my plushies and I have a special one I've had since birth. His name is Godfrey and he's a little giraffe. He is my biggest comfort at times.

I adore my cat loki, he's a grey short hair breed with brown Button eyes. He's such a comfort to me and the most cuddly cat ever. Whenever I'm going to have a panic attack he'll lick my hand to bring me back to the moment. I'm actually getting a tattoo of him on my hand.

I'm non binary and go by strictly they/ them pronouns.

I find art very interesting and I love Francis bacon and other artists. I wish I could draw but I'm terrible, I'm a somewhat good at photography. I absolutely love little comics and vines made by independent artists especially anything cottage core or spooky and cute.

Nature is one of my biggest stress elevators, I could go on a long walk in the forest and just feel so at peace. My favourite trees are willow trees or oaks.

Autumn is my favourite season, the sunlight is just magnificent. The golden leafs, the sunlight beaming low in the sky ahhh.

Also pumpkin spice lattes and cosy blankets. Don't forget the autumn candle smells!!

I love playing animal crossing on my switch. I love cosy hobbies and I'm currently learning how to crochet.

Coffee is my favourite drink EVER. especially with cream and sugar 😋

I find social situations extremely hard especially as I'm constantly looking at people and masking. I feel extremely drained after so I tend to just isolate, as I don't have to mask at home. Don't really have alot of friends but the ones I do have a love them so much.

I've been through addiction, homelessness,foster care, mental health hospitals etc so I guess you can say I've got alot of life experiences. I've been sober since 2020 ❤️ got my own place, stable and healthy now.

My favourite food and what I consider my safe food is noodles 🍜 I forget to eat sometimes and I find it hard to make a meal for myself so noodles are quick and tasty.

I'm diagnosed bipolar and EUPD and ocd. It's been an ongoing battle to stay stable but I have and will continue to try and be the best version of myself.

I love the colour pink and black, they are my two favourite colours.

I'm quite spiritual and ive always believed there's something other than us out there. Maybe not a god per say but a higher power, Energies etc. I believe in self love, self compassion and holding yourself accountable for space for growth.

I find it very difficult to assert myself and my boundaries. I'm often told I'm a people's pleaser because I don't want an argument or conflict. However I'm working through that especially now I'm diagnosed with autism and adhd and I'm learning to not put myself in situations that will drain me.

I'm very much a gentle parent to my child. I grew up in a hostile, abusive household and DO NOT want to continue the generational trauma. I've read alot of books to do with child psychology and development and its SO important!!

My favourite films are my neighbour totoro and anything to do with that genre. Spirited away etc.

Anyways I'll stop rambling for now. This was fun to do and I'll be blogging every so often to get my emotions out and work through things as I struggle sometimes.

My blog will always be a safe space for people that are learning to love themselves, self compassion, ND people are safe here, anyone who is also part of the LGBTQA+ community is always welcome you are safe. Also anyone who is struggling mentally too.

Have a blessed day and be kind to yourself. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mentally-retired]

SO!!! DREAMTHEORY/SECURITYWAITER HCS

Ive said it before and I'll say it again, ness has freckles!!! theyre faint in winter but hes covered in them in the summer!!! mike just likes to stare at them and when theyre alone he likes to kiss all the freckles on his face, he just loves ness's freckles

MIKE HAS DIMPLES YOU CAN ONLY SEE WHEN HE SMILES REALLY WISE AND NESS WILL DO ANYTHING TO SEE THOSE DIMPLES!!!

i agree with the fact abby and ness get along, and ness tells her the best stories, he one time told her about the pizzaeria and she qas just like "ik" and he was so confused. she also once asked mike if ness is he brother in law now and mike spat out his coffee

when they met, mike drank black coffee and just thought he didn't like coffee but he needed it to survive, however ness has the most complicated order to man like it goes on and on with the oddest requests, he helped mike enjoy coffee

on that note, ness doesn't just have coke (the POP not the drug) addiction bro needs caffeine because he has unmedicated undiagnosed adhd and its the only way he can focus on anything. as someone who is audhd, i firmly believe mike has autism and ness has adhd

ness and susie (chicas ghost) are siblings, after his sister went missing and the police said there was nothing and william was scot free, ness still knew/thought it was william and he tried to snoop around to find his sister until he was banned from the pizzeria, ness is to this day, banned from the pizzeria. he thinks all the dead kids are kept is a secret dead children safe and mike doesn't know how to explain he met ness's sister in his dream and also her corpse is inside the animatronic

ness and mike need each other fpr certain stims: mike has pressure stim and ness has a texture stim. mike likes ness to lay on him like a weighted blanket, and ness like to rub his face against mikes scrappy facial hair

ness might be taller but mike had a gym set in his room, he can pick ness up amd the first time he did ness was just like ">:0"

ness loves to paint his nails funky colours, its just against his works dress code so he removed it before work and them reapplies after, Abby found out and loves when ness paints her nails too cus mike tried to once and is really bad it. ness taught abby how to paint her nails and now they paint ewch other nails, mike finds it absolutely adorable

picnic dates, especially under the stars, thats all

ness talks through movies, mikes sleeps through movies, after movies ness carries mike to bed and tucks him in snd just stsres at him all gay for a bit

HOPE YOU LIKE THEM

if you're gonna draw any of these hcs credit me pls :3

im the original freckle person too btw, this is like my 3rd(?) post on it DHDHDHDH 💪💪💪💪

guys would anyone be interested in all my securitywaiter/dreamtheory hcs?

[onlyseokmins]

hard thots um um ok husband cheol wedding night sex, he wants so much to take it slow and make it sweet and romantic but he sees you in your pretty white lingerie with the ring on your finger and he can’t help himself

- jackie (v normal)

we're so normal about this aren't we-

Ah ah ah, you're sooo right omg like he'd be so nervous but also experiencing so much joy the entire wedding that he frankly didn't even think much further about the night activities. So as you're undressing, he's like doing a whole little pep talk to himself that he'll be slow and gentle and heck both of you might fall asleep with how exhausting the whole day was until you call his name.

And his entire body just stiffens (😈) when his eyes fall on you. Something akin to possessiveness fills him like sure you swore your vows and all that fancy stuff already but the sparkle of the diamond on your ring finger fills his chest with such pride. And I'm just imagining like even though you have the ring, he wants to mark you up as his just in case you have to take it off for certain occasions (which he pouts a lot at).

But you'd never complain. You beckon him over and as he draws closer he can't believe how angelic you look. Your wedding dress was ethereal on you but the white lace accentuating your curves is downright divine yet sinful. He pulls you into a kiss, groaning at how you still taste like champagne only to startingly realize how drunk he is on you alone once he's in between your legs.

Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your thighs before plunging his tongue into your tight warmth, eyes fluttering back when you tug on his hair and grind against his chin. He makes you cum not only once, but twice when he adds his fingers to the mix - chuckling at the slick running down one hand and the goosebumps on your skin from the cold metal of the wedding band on his left that's gripping your hipbone.

You're panting, hair once perfectly styled now a frazzled mess although Seungcheol's fares no better thanks to your fingers running through it. All inhibitions of being slow and gentle are thrown out of Seungcheol's mind as he kisses up the length of your body, addicted to the rise and fall of your chest as you come down from the high he sent you hurtling into. By the time his lips reach yours, you're back with him though, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss and throwing a leg around his waist to grind up against his hard length.

He warns you he won't be able to control himself once he's inside. That it won't be candlelight romantic but absolutely unleashed filth. You simply smooch his nose and assure him that he would never hurt you.

Of course, the next morning the soreness is quite brutal. Bruises ache from the grip he had on your hips as he hammered up into you but it doesn't matter because Seungcheol's dedicated aftercare, doting, and puppy dog eyes begging for forgiveness make it all the better.

[sukirichi]

sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations. 

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner. 

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous. 

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous. 

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.  

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder. 

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart. 

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact. 

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. 

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes. 

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised. 

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now? 

Silly girl, you chastised yourself. 

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story. 

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses. 

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds. 

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him,  eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin. 

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead. 

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage. 

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses. 

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded. 

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down. 

You were fuming. 

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from. 

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff. 

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop. 

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!” 

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward. 

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination. 

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it. 

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then. 

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life. 

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel. 

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you. 

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him. 

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away. 

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?” 

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

[wri0thesley]

Could I get some Gojo face sitting please 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 Maybe with a chubby reader?

fool for love - gojo x reader (2.25k)

gojo asks you to try something, and you can never say no to him. 

(warnings: nsfw, afab reader, fem pronouns (pet names). explicitly chubby reader, mentions of worries about weight/body. cunnilingus/facesitting)

Sometimes you think it’s a good job that you and Satoru Gojo are a couple; you’re absolutely certain that nobody but you would put up with him. You’re totally convinced that you’re the only fool in the world who sees his arrogant smirk and the thrust of his chin and the cocky set of his shoulders, listens to him go on and on about himself and about his work and about his strength, and wants to kiss him instead of kill him.

You do kiss him, coincidentally. A lot. Partly because when he’s kissing you, he’s not running his mouth – partly because the taste of his lips on yours and the feel of his hands on your waist, pulling you in, is addictive. You can’t get enough of him – and luckily, it seems that he can’t get enough of you either.

So when Gojo had thrown out this suggestion, casually, as if he was asking you what you two were going to order for dinner that night (you’ve never seen Gojo make anything more complicated than a ramen cup), it had not taken you long to agree.

Faced with it, though – Gojo situated on the bed, arm stretched over his head, grin on his face – you begin to wonder if maybe it’s such a good idea.

“Don’t back out on me now,” he says, the cocky grin not leaving his face. “I’ve been dying to taste you for hours.”

You shift uncomfortably on the other side of the bed, suddenly horribly aware of the curves of your body. No matter how Gojo’s words send a thrill through you – you know from experience he’s good with his tongue – you can’t deny that you’re a little afraid.

It’s easy to forget the difference between the two of you when he’s got you pressed underneath him on the mattress, cock plunging in and out, mouth hungrily kissing every patch of skin he can get at. When Gojo looks at you with his hair falling in his face and his eyes like starlit galaxies, you feel beautiful – but you’re not sure if you’ll feel quite the same way straddling his face.

He sees the way you bite your lip, the anxiety beginning to show in your gaze – and Gojo softens. You see him like this rarely (he’s proud more than he’s caring), but he’s shown this side of him to you every so often, when something has made you draw in on yourself. One of his hands wraps around your bare shoulders, pulling you to face him.

“Hey, doll,” he says, pressing his nose against yours affectionately. “What’s got you pouting, huh?”

“I . . .” You swallow. You feel so embarrassed admitting it! Gojo has never said anything about your body beyond how much he loves having your hips to hold onto, how he loves your thighs wrapped around his waist, how soft and warm you are tangled up beside him in bed – but your insecurities always seem to flash back up at the most inopportune of moments. “I’m just . . .” You blink, biting your lip. Your voice comes out in a soft breath. “I’m worried I’ll be too heavy.”

Gojo’s eyebrows draw in. You must have seen him without anything shading his eyes a hundred times now, when the two of you are in the bedroom, but you are still knocked back by just how pretty he is – the constellations in his irises, the fan of his white eyelashes against perfect skin. The expression makes his mouth jut out, so kissable that it takes your breath away.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” he says, as if the very idea is laughable. “I could lift you over my head right now--”

He reaches for you as if he’s going to do it, arms locking about your waist – the tension breaks as he effortlessly pulls you back, your body landing on top his. He doesn’t so much as let out a ‘whumph’ of air at the sensation of your body hitting his.

“I’m the strongest, remember?” There’s more than a note of swagger in his voice; he is so very proud of that accomplishment. You suppose he has every right to be.

“I guess,” you breathe, and he makes a soft harrumphing sound before his fingers twist into your hair, pulling you close to him to kiss you.

“You guess?” He sounds mock offended against your lips. “I guess that means I’ll have to show you exactly what I mean, huh?”

A nip at your lower lip; his hands roaming your bare back, stroking the curve of your ass and hips. Everywhere Gojo’s long fingers touch leaves a trail of fire behind, like he’s branding you with the pressure of his fingertips. You imagine them leaving glowing trails behind the colour of his eyes – but the coil of heat that they’re helping stoke, low in your belly, is more red than anything else.

“How’re you gonna do that?” You breathe against the softness of his mouth. He tastes like sugar; he always does. You can’t get enough of him, dizzy and breathless. You would gorge yourself on him if you could.

“Take a seat on your throne, princess,” he grins, letting his head hit the pillows hard. His pale hair spreads out all around him like a halo as he moves a hand from your hip to tap his mouth with his fingers. “And find out.”

You guess it would shut him up. Gojo’s mouth can’t keep moving if he’s got you occupying it. And you also can’t deny that the thought of it – riding his face – is more than half of the reason your inner thighs are slick with your arousal. Still . . . what if you really are too heavy for him?

Gojo murmurs your name softly – you meet his eyes again, and you see softness and tenderness reflected in them, despite the fact that his mouth is still shaped into a cocky smirk. You know if you say no, he probably won’t push you. But . . . you don’t want to say no. You push yourself up from his chest.

He’s still wearing his underwear, and you wonder if he can sense how damp you are where you briefly straddle him – because you can certainly feel how stiff he is, the outline of his cock pressing against silken boxer shorts (yeah, of course he’s a silk underwear kind of man – you’ve seen them countless times, but just how Gojo that particular detail of him is never fails to make you smile).

“Okay,” you breathe. “I hope you’re comfy.”

Gojo’s face splits into a grin as you move yourself, your knees suddenly either side of his face, his cheeks pressing against the softness of your thighs.

“Babe,” he starts to say, “I’m absolutely the com—mmppf--”

His gloating is cut off by you sitting on his face. The whisper of his breath across your heated folds as he’d spoken had been too tempting, your sex feeling like it was pulsing in time with your heartbeat – and so, you’d given in. Using your hands as leverage on the headboard of the bed, you’d sunk fully onto your knees and muffled Gojo’s words.

Oh, God.

Your mind blanks out at first, as Gojo’s tongue goes at you hungrily. For his first hungry licks at your core, he’s voracious – he seems to want to drink you up like fine wine. Gojo does not drink – you know this very well – but if he could get drunk on your slick, you think he’d already be unable to stand up. One of the hands on the headboard goes to tangle in the fluffy strands of his pale hair instead, and he looks up at you for a moment, pausing with the flat of his tongue pressed against the throbbing bud of your clit.

The sight of his eyes between your thighs almost pushes you over the edge there and then – looking down at him feels like tumbling down a rabbit hole, like you’ll never be able to pull yourself out of their lovely depths. He makes a soft noise against your folds that has you practically vibrating, your toes curling – and you realise it’s a question.

Maybe he’s asking you what’s wrong, maybe he’s asking you if you want to stop, but your mind is all hazy from the feeling of his mouth on you. So all you do is tug at his hair and gasp, your hips rolling forward against him to try and coax his tongue into flickering across your clit like you’re longing for it to do.

“Satoru,” you whimper, voice all thin and reedy like a prayer, and Gojo does not need any more encouragement than that to return to his work.

Gojo’s hands rest on your hips and even you feel small for a second, the length of his fingers and size of his palm almost overwhelming. There’s so much power in the way he holds you – so much strength behind the casual clench of his fingers into your plush. He keeps you anchored there as he uses the flat swathe of his tongue to lap at you all at once, briefly teasing your entrance before he twirls his tongue around your clit like someone licking whipped cream off of a fancy dessert--

He’s caught you watching him do exactly that out of the corner of your eye many times before, and grinned at you widely with a hungry murmur that he’ll devour you in exactly the same way if you want him too.

Does he not need to breathe?

You lose track of how long you’ve been sat on his face for. You can’t think of anything else with the warm, wet muscle of Gojo’s tongue teasing you. He thrusts it in and out of your entrance, making your entire body jerk and your walls try and cling to him, constrict around him. He flicks his tongue so fast over the bud of your clit that you can’t understand how he does it, it can’t be human to move that fast--

All through it, the tension tight in your stomach is getting hotter and tighter and needier, like a instrument's string being tuned to its breaking point.

You can barely breathe. There’s nothing but Gojo’s insistent lapping at your core, the thrust of his tongue in and out of your channel (has Gojo’s tongue always been so long? It feels just as good inside of you as his fingers always do, but different--). Your hips are rocking and grinding against his face against your will, your fingers twisting into his hair. You’ve lost your senses completely in the chase of your release, hovering tantalisingly close--

Gojo gives your clit one final, soft lap, the barest hint of his teeth against the hood and you burst into bloom for him like a flower. The string snaps and heat floods your body, Gojo’s name escaping you in a wail. Fireworks burst into being behind your eyelids.

Gojo’s tongue follows through, coaxing you through the soft, gentle aftershocks of your orgasm even as your thighs are trembling and your grip on the headboard is beginning to loosen. If it weren’t for his hands on your hips, you would probably fall forward and hit your head on the wall, passing out – but Gojo’s assessment of his strength wasn’t for naught, and your spent body is being pulled down so your heated cheeks are pressed against Gojo’s firm chest. You blink up at him in your exhausted, pleasure-drunk state--

The entire lower half of his mouth is dripping wet, glinting with your arousal and his own drool from how hungrily his tongue was going at you. But his eyes are as sharp as ever, drinking you in like you’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen – as if he can’t believe that you’d ever doubt yourself.

Nobody would believe you if you told them how Gojo gets, sometimes – if you told them about the smile-softened eyes and the softer words, the way he holds you like a precious treasure that might break at any moment. He leans down and strokes some hair from your eyes, almost lazy.

“I told you I was the strongest,” he says, and even though it’s a boast, his voice and manner is so soft that you barely register it. You’re smiling up at him like a fool. Maybe it’s foolish to love him as much as you do – but if it is, you don’t want to be clever. You don’t want to be anything but his, here, in his bed, sprawled out across him, lazy and sated.

You kiss the bit of his chest directly beneath your lips lazily, needing to express your affection for this arrogant, gorgeous, irrepressible (perfect) man.

He sighs at the contact, shifting – and you’re reminded of what’s currently lying beneath his own underwear, hot and needy and thick. It’s a testament to Gojo’s willpower he hasn’t mentioned it yet.

You smile at him. One more minute of relaxing on his chest – of having your hair played with, of getting to look at him . . . and then, you’ll see to that.

Gojo’s eyes are just as gorgeous when you’re knelt between his thighs as they are when he’s trapped between yours, after all.

[dreamcatcherrs]

can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust 

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves  how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder 

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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[lebenspurpur]

if you could, slashers with an s/o who has afro type hair? please and thank you

AN: Here ya go. By the way, I decided to kind of leave out Billy and Stu in these things because I keep losing motivation to actually write for them. If you still want me to though, don't worry, just mention it in the ask :)

Warnings: mentions of NSFW, cursing , noot proofread once again god damn it

Michael Myers

Michael really doesn't care what you look like.

Like mentioned earlier, he's focused on his obsession with you, not your looks, not your personality, hell, he simply loves you because you're some kind of product of his mental health.

So yeah, he's not going to treat you any different. He just doesn't care.

Maybe, but just maybe, he'll steal you some products while he's out. Hair oil, a new comb, anything relating to hair, really.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is very obsessed with it.

Having super straight hair himself, he's really interested in your hair and more importantly, how you manage to take care of it.

He feels kind of bad when you explain how difficult it is.

Vincent will gladly help though! How about you just take a bath and let Vincent do the work, hm?

A lot of drawings, obviously. He likes to have you near him while he makes those, simply to study every strand of hair. After all, it's not the easiest thing to draw.

Hell gladly wash or brush it for you. Vincent is the type of partner that would use things like that as a sign of adoration. He struggles with words, he rather uses actions to show you how much he loves you.

Bo Sinclair

Bo thinks it looks freaky.

That hair is its own fucking creature, huh?

To be honest, he prefers an afro hairstyle over long hair. Long hair just clings to you when you sleep, it's everywhere and Bo doesn't like it.

He isn't the most considerate when it comes to taking care of it but he'll collect and buy products for you. Sometimes victims have oil, conditioner, or shampoo in their bags and since Bo usually goes through them, he puts those things aside for you.

Lester Sinclair

That looks so cool!!

He is in love with your hair.

Not only does it look good, he can also play with it.

Lester is very careful with it. He wages his hands whenever he wants to touch it, simply because his job is very dirty and he knows how much time it takes to wash your hair. He doesn't want it to smell like a dead animal obviously, and he also doesn't want you to spend so much time and care to wash it just because he dirtied it.

He's the one that goes sipping anyway, therefore he gets you every hair product you could wish for.

He's not the biggest fan of washing it, simply because he doesn't want to fuck it up but he'll gladly comb through it every now and then.

Baby Firefly

Baby is enamored.

She has a rush of creativity as soon as she sees you. So many ideas for hairstyles hit her all at once.

So yeah, Baby would love to take care of you and your hair.

The first time she washed and brushed it for you, she grew super frustrated which nearly caused a mental breakdown on the bathroom floor. It was kind of funny.

She has a lot of respect for you. How the fuck do and did you manage to endure this hairstyle for so long?

Baby is indeed very good at making you look adorable.

Otis Driftwood

Otis also very much doesn't care what you look like.

Though you know, your hairstyle is very interesting to him.

He always tries to take his fingers through it and ends up destroying every kind of structure you had. You think the messiness is a fair price for the feeling of his fingers dancing across your skin.

Washing it? Nah, Otis can't even take care of his own hair. In addition to that, he's way too impatient. Your hair would break him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is like a child.

Very astonished and very touchy.

He's just like feeling it up and down, messing with it like he'd do with play dough.

Weirdo.

He's addicted to the smell of your hair products. Sometimes Brahms sneaks up on you, just to inhale the familiar scent.

Washing it with you? Y/N No, no, n- wait does that mean he'll shower with you? Naked?

Obviously, working for Brahms means getting paid extremely well. Don't worry about not being able to afford good hair products.

Thomas Hewitt

He has never seen afro hairstyles before.

He loves it.

There's something so adorable, so cheeky about them, he really likes that.

Another slasher who likes touching them.

He just doesn't understand how hair manages to look like that. It fascinates him.

Of course, he'll help you take care of them. It must be so difficult for you! So much time and money, spent purely on hair products.

He also collects products if one of the victims has some.

Josef

Josef cares more about your personality than he'll ever do about your body.

But he has to admit, your hair is very unique. This makes him love you even more because he fucking loves unique things.

You don't even have to ask him to comb or wash it. He lives to serve you Y/N.

Josef is quite wealthy so every now and then he'll surprise you with a few gifts, a few of them hair products.

He seems like the kind of dude to buy oil spiked with glitter that makes your hair shine and sparkle, simply because he loves it. A manchild, that man.

Amanda Young

How do you manage to deal with that giant bush of hair?

She has straight hair and she already struggles to take care of that.

So yeah, there's a lot of respect on Amanda's side. Respect and astonishment.

Therefore, she'll help you style and take care of it, whenever she has time.

She grows frustrated over it too and then proceeds to grumble every swearword she knows while continuing to comb it. Your gratitude is a good reward for hours of frustration though.

Jason Vorhees

Jason has never seen that before, oh wow. It looks so cool!

Can he touch it? Because he'd really like to.

You look so... fresh? Jason can't really describe it but he absolutely adores the way you look.

He'll compliment it shyly from time to time. He just stands there, eyes averted to the ground while he fiddles with his fingers, before he slowly signs a short compliment. It's adorable.

He's really scared of hurting you but of course, he'll help you comb and wash it. Just show him how to do it.

Asa Emory

Asa has seen afro hair before but he's never really examined it closely.

Now that he has the chance to, of course, he'll do it.

Whenever you sit close to him, he's just staring at one of the strands, wondering how they can curve the way they do.

He thinks they're very unique and make you look very special so that's a plus.

You'll have the best kind of hair care ever. Asa will settle for nothing lesser than the best. Hair oil, conditioner, and shampoo, he'll have it all.

Normally he doesn't show you his victims but when he captures one with the same hairstyle he'll take you with him, just so you can show him how to deal with that certain type of hair.

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here. 

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield… 

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over. 

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes... 

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up… 

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory. 

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!! 

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus 

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub 

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night… 

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor 

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑 

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully… 

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

[kelieah]

Tom taking care of a tired and frustrated you, like him cuddling u or showering u with kisses or practically babying you n eventually u fall asleep in his lap with your head in his neck n he carries u to bed, just very fluffy fluffy!! 💙

just us (tom holland x reader)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluuffff, mentions of sex, language, tom being a div

edited: kind of a shitty ending, and kinda rushed agh, sorry 

a/n: love this ideaaa, just going to somehow tie in the reader’s birthday into this hehe

tom holland masterlist

Last year, Tom planned a big birthday party for you, inviting your friends, his friends, coworkers, and family. It was crazy. Personally, you hated being in the spotlight so although you appreciated his efforts, you didn’t enjoy yourself as much as you wanted to. So this year, you’ve been trying hard to avoid the topic of plans for your birthday. You also really hoped no one would plan a surprise birthday party.

You wake up to the sight of Tom walking into your bedroom, with a stack of pancakes and a candle in the middle. His face is painted with excitement and warmth, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Happy birthday, sleepyhead,” he whispers and sits down next to you, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You smile tiredly and look at the plate of food, tearing up at how cutely decorated it is. “Tommy,” you sniffle and pout at him.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs and places the plate aside, pulling you into his arms.

After he picked you up and brought you to the kitchen to eat breakfast, the two of you began to get ready for the day. You let out a quiet sigh as you smoothed down your dress against your body, your mind swirling with thoughts about whether or not you should be honest to Tom about the big parties and all.

“I heard that sigh,” you hear Tom come up from behind you and snake his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and glances at you in the mirror, “Are you okay?”

You nod and place your hands on top of his, swaying with him as he hugs you close. “Perfectly okay.”

“I’ve known you for how many years?” he asks rhetorically and raises an eyebrow for dramatic effect. Accepting your silence as an answer, he nods and confirms it himself, “Right, five years and you think I don’t know you well? I’m honestly offended love.”

“Shut up,” you groan and tilt your head back, looking up at him as he gazes down at you. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“I have a feeling I know what’s upsetting you,” he brings his hands down to your waist and squeezes it.

“Well, then what is it?” you huff.

“I actually didn’t know I was just bluffing to see if you’re really upset,” he admits sheepishly as you gape at him. “Now I know! Babe, what’s wrong?” he holds up his hands in defeat and lets go of you.

You grumble quietly at the loss of his touch and shrug, turning to face him. “I was joking. I’m just tired.”

“You slept for ten hours,” he points out.

You send him a glare, “Because you fucked me all day yesterday.”

“Valid point,” he nods and purses his lips, laughing as you groan loudly with frustration. He follows you as you rush off to your bedroom, “Darling, you know I’m only teasing. Come on, it’s your birthday. I want you to be able to do whatever you want to do. If you want to sleep all day, so be it.”

“Oh really?” you amuse and turn back around while plopping down onto your mattress.

“Yes, really,” he stands in front of you, holding out his hands for you to grasp.

Reluctantly, you hold his hands and look into his eyes, noticing how he is desperately trying to read you. “I’m sorry,” you bring your lips to the back of his hand. “I really am tired, but it’s no excuse to be a bitch.”

“You’re not being a bit—”

“In all honesty, I just really am not looking forward to having a big party.”

“Who said we’re doing that?” he interrupts causing you to give him a deadpanned stare.

“I know you well too. It’s not much of a surprise when I can hear you planning in the closet. You’re not that sly, Holland,” you feel a smirk grow onto your lips.

He scoffs, still trying to dismiss your accusations. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Honey, if you don’t wanna have a big party or a party at all, we don’t have to. Like I said, we can do whatever you want. Even if you just want the entire to yourself, just let me know,” he lifts you up and pulls you close to him.

You eye him suspiciously and drape your arms over his shoulders, “So, you’re basically telling me now that there’s no big surprise party being prepared this minute?”

“Nope,” he smiles at you confidently and tucks a hair behind your ear. “Your day is free.”

You feel all the weights lift off your shoulder and you let out a quiet satisfied sigh. You lean your forehead against his chest and press your lips together. “I just want to spend the day with you and you only. Well, maybe a bunch of food too, but you know. Just us.”

“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles lightly and presses a long, tender kiss on the top of your head. “That sounds perfect, how about we go for lunch or order in. Watch some movies, maybe go to the park and when the sun settles, we could cook a meal together? Then maybe take a bath together, drink some wine, have some fun, and then sleep?” he plans out the rest of the day in one sentence and you tear up at the thought.

“That sounds absolutely perfect. Thank you,” you bring your head back up to meet his face and peck his lips.

“Always, I’ll go grab the keys?” he smiles and kisses you a bit longer, cupping the side of your face.

“Mhm, lemme go grab my coat and stuff.”

And you two did exactly what he planned, all the way to have some fun that results in the both of you not sleeping, yet.

“So much for a bath,” you stifle a laugh, sitting down on the side of the tub as your legs tremble from the previous activities.

He grins and goes down on his knees, wiping you dry. “Hey, nothing wrong with having the fun a little bit earlier.”

“Mm, true. But now I’m really tired,” you slip on the pajamas he hands you.

He puts on his boxers and laughs in response, “I bet. Wanna be carried to bed?” 

You nod eagerly and hold out your arms, “Yes, please.”

He kisses your forehead and swoops you up easily, bringing you towards the bed you both share. He places you down and slides in next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close.

You shift around to get comfortable and soon drape your leg over his, your hand also resting on his bare chest. “Thank you, for today,” you murmur lazily, drawing gentle shapes into his skin. He hums quietly and caresses your skin as well, dragging his hand along your shoulders to your jaw.

“Always, just talk to me next time. Okay? Don’t want you wallowing in self-doubt and stuff,” he whispers and cups your face to kiss you all over repeatedly. 

You giggle and nod in agreement, then turning around to become the smaller spoon. He smiles and inhales your addicting scent, feeling himself becoming drowsy and tired. He eventually falls asleep and before you could, you hear his phone go off on your bedside, the light brightening up the room a bit. You sit up slightly to glance over and make sure it’s nothing important, but your jaw drops once you see the messages from Harrison.

‘How was your day mate?’

‘We were able to cancel the reservation and tell everyone who was invited about the last minute change of plans’

‘All of her gifts are at my place though.... so figure that out too lol’

‘Pretty sure your busy ;)’

‘But seriously text or call me back when you can div, the caterers just dropped off all the food that was ordered at my place’

‘It’s like a bloody mall in here’ 

You let out a quiet gasp as you read the messages and eventually slide back into Tom’s embrace, knowing damn well you were right from the very beginning.

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