#and full on crying and letting myself cry with just. no limits. sobbing and letting it acually run its course until im too tired to continue

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[unriding]

EVIE’S NOTE! welcome to my very first event! this is an open fandom, minecraft centered event that is open to anyone 18+ (anons, strangers, non-followers & non-mutuals are more than welcome to join in!! i would love to create a little selfship / match up post for you)!

if small text is hard on your eyes, see here for this exact post in large text & auto caps. otherwise, details & how to join are written below!

UPDATE… as of nov 15, this event has closed! thank you all for joining!! i’ll be making them for a lil bit :>

INPUT (SEND THIS BLOG AN ASK)… first: your pseud / name (if anon, u can name yourself … anon A? sparkling anon? or just anon). second: if off anon, send me a picrew of yourself! any picrew is fine, but there’s one if u can’t pick. if on anon, describe yourself in detail please! for skin tones, i think i would cry if i got the wrong one, so please give me your fenty beauty foundation shade as a reference ^^; then send either your preferred fandom or your f/o’s full name!!

AVAILABLE FANDOMS : bllk, genshin, haikyuu, honkai star rail, kaiju no. 8, my hero academia, one piece, tokyo revengers, & wind breaker. you’re more than welcome to send in fandoms that aren’t listed! just know that i am unfamiliar with the char but will do my best (: so i guess any fandom goes

RECAP : send pseud / name + your description or picrew as an ask. if you have an established selfship, send name of f/o. if you would like a matchup, send your preferred fandom instead.

EXAMPLE 1 (MATCHUP) : “evie, kind of wavy black hair, light blue eyes, skin tone : fenty beauty 150 - neutral). pls match up with wind breaker! *insert info about my personality* + any characters that i definitely do not want to be paired with!!

EXAMPLE 2 (SELFSHIP) : “evie + moze, here is my picrew !! *optional: insert some cool info about my selfship that would help me set u two up on a date”

OUTPUT (WHAT I MAKE)….. here’s the link to an example!! i make a post on @z3vie, and i’ll tag you if you’re not on anon. if you’re on anon— u can either scroll or check the queue below for the link!

i’ll make you and your f/o a minecraft skin- to the best of my abilities. features will be vaguely represented. i’ll set u up on a minecraft date!! who’s fighting mobs and who’s picking flowers ? >:o we will see. there’s a limited number of date ideas, so repeats will happen. thennn finally, i’ll make you a little moodboard and blurb to go along with it.

OTHER INFO THAT MIGHT BE RELEVANT… i won’t post your ask. it’ll be deleted marked as complete in my queue! also, it’s a very chill event! you’re welcome to send me no selfship info, or pages of selfship info. don’t even stress about it ^ ^ !!! (tho u should send me selfship lore because i am nosy)

oh shoot also stunies is severely understaffed (there is only one evie here and no twice in existence to duplicate myself) so please be patient > < i will do my very best !! trust :>

ONE MORE THING MY DEAREST FRIENDS! this selfship event is in collaboration with @mlkbwunnies’s 2024 yume creators market !! meaningggg a bunch of others are hosting selfship events right now too!! free free to check out ying’s masterlist here :> HAVE AN AWESOME SELFSHIP WEEK YAYY

CURRENT QUEUE! check @z3vie for your post!! also, note — the animal group names have no relevance, they are just cute hehe

POSTED, COMPLETED, OR QUEUED FOR POSTING

deer group — ( grey / letta / kiki / yue )

polar bear group — ( min / rye / ying / nick )

cat group — ( awea / aegis / sua / gray )

hamster group — ( kendall / lauren / kruin / rara )

rabbit group — ( rae / lena / marlyn / aspen )

lion group — ( aliyah / hea / quinn / bibi )

koala group — ( sylvester / kayla / lexi / jess )

tiger group — ( venus / em / nyx / meirin )

UPDATE (NOV 19 — let me take 2 final exams wed & thursday & i will continue !!! so sorry friends🥺 (sobs in uni student))

CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS

axolotl group — ( jiae / romy / luvie / candy )

panda group — ( kai / ai / cy / aims )

fox group — ( jay / liv / amor / sam )

bumblebee group — ( bee / flora / zebra / atlas)

NEXT UP

unicorn group — ( ophelia / fuji / venus / mari )

hummingbird group — ( esther / risu / mitzi / lotus )

sea otter group — ( mochi / ryu / luna / honey )

sea horse group — ( amor / mellina / rain / cha )

bluebird group — ( whimsy / clever / steph / brynn )

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons

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A/n: I wanna emphasize further headcanons for Sylus cause he got me in a chokehold, NSFW isn’t a lot cause I couldn’t think of much. I hope you like this one! Also, when I was writing this, Rafayel was on my screen saying “Babe don’t move, I wanna see if I can see myself in the reflection of your eyes” I am so sorry baby boy. Also, I apologize for the separated posts, I, once again, reached the Tumblr limit. <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

Pairing: Sylus x AFAB Reader

Not beta read!

Warning: Toxic! Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Forced Drug Usage, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Sadistic! Sylus, Cussing, Blood, SYLUS! (He gets his own warning) If there are warnings that I didn’t notice, please let me know, thank you!

Masterlist Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Part One)

Sylus NSFW Headcanons

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SFW:

✄ He wouldn’t forget about the men you keep in your life; they’re so obsessed with you that they all got impacted by your disappearance, especially Rafayel, who was the one that got you into the situation, he knows that the guy was the reason why you almost died, twice? Was it thrice? Anyways that’s too much for someone who says that they loved you for 800 years, (He’s a full-time stalker, do you think his raven wouldn’t hear your conversation when that man got hospitalized?)

✄ For his amusement... he usually tends to give them little trinkets of your possessions where they live or lets you send a message to them once in a while. Just to mess with them, after all, they're the ones who got to have plenty of time with you, and yet here you are, in his home. He considers himself the winner right now.

✄ Out of all the male leads, the one he considers to be a big threat was Lumiere, the number of times he almost got caught with you, that man is crazy. (as if he isn’t) so whenever he lets you out, he makes sure you’re not identifiable, it’s simple really, he uses a device that changes your appearance to look vastly different from your looks.

✄ In terms of Physical affection, he would do it when you still despise him, he’d force you to kiss him, planting his lips on yours while you squirm from your chains, try to bite his lips, he’ll slap your thighs with a baton, specifically your inner thighs mind you, since it hurts so much more there. Yeah, keep trying to hurt him, he’ll make sure to give it back tenfold.

✄ Does he hug you? He does, though the type of hugs he gives aren’t comfortable, it’s where you can’t move, can’t leave or squirm your way out of his hold, he’s strong enough to hold you down.

✄ Cry for him! He likes seeing your tears, angry tears, or pained tears, he doesn’t care, he just wants to see you sob. While he loves that you’re bratty, he also prefers obedient mutts as stated in the first headcanons. If he needs to punish you for that he’s very much willing.

✄ He does drug you often. He likes watching you turn into a mush, a pliant pet for him, he doesn’t take advantage of you in this state though, he just gets tired of your constant squirming when he wants your cuddle after a long day of work, he’d come back to his home, his bodyguards and servants greeting him enthusiastically (they’re forced to) while you on the other hand, just spat insult after insult to him. He would appreciate the feisty personality you have if he has the energy for it.

✄ He’d grab your cheeks in a bruising grip before he grabs a pill box, finding the right drug to put you in a state where you reciprocate his love for you, he forces your jaw open before pouring 3 pills into your mouth.

✄ “Drink” he’d ordered, you gasped, trying to push the pills out of your throat, “spit it out, you’ll regret it” his voice harsh, while he forces cold water down your throat, making sure that you drank it, the moment he lets your cheeks go, you’d be coughing and gasping for air, he drenched your shirt too cause of what he did, but he doesn’t care, you’re acting like a feral dog, be ready to be treated like one.

✄ The moment the drugs start to circulate in your system, making you tired and obedient, he’ll carry you to the bed, where you were supposed to be, but didn’t like being on since that bed reminded you that you were trapped.

✄ In times like this, he turns vulnerable, asking you to tell him how much you love him, he likes hearing it, you never told him those words, and he could only hear it when you’re drugged out.

✄ You cuddle him, breathing ragged while he traces his fingers on your back, causing you to shiver, it was cold and hot at the same time, and the only comfort you feel is when you’re pressed against his body, he is the only solace you feel when you’re in this state, and you hated it.

✄ When he tells you he loves you, you respond so eagerly, like a proper mutt.

✄ He'd plant kisses on your face, his hand gently holding your back to adjust your position on his lap. Your skin, warm from the effects of the drugs, pressed against his. Seizing the moment, he continued kissing you, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he left bites, he’d savor your whimpers.

✄ Oh, but if you mention any of the male lead’s name except for him while you’re in a dreamlike state,  he’d be fuming with jealousy, but it’s not obvious, his subtle hints would be on his body language, the way his kisses became rougher, he bites your bottom lip, breaking skin and making you bleed, if you wince in pain, he’d have a sneer on his face.  His grip on your back would go to your waist, chubby or not, he’d have you under his mercy, his hands tugging your cuffs and placing your wrists on top of your head.

“Even if your brain’s a mush you never fail to hit a nerve pretty”

✄ After you fall asleep under his “care”, he’ll take care of you, changing your outfit before he tucks you to bed, you’ll often wake up alone, but with a letter that says that he’ll be expecting proper etiquette from you next time.

✄ Does he say “I love you” to you? If you’re still mad at him, he would out of spite, He would infuse it with such sweetness that it’s guaranteed to make you angrier. Honestly, he loves seeing you try to piss him off. Keep going, love; you're at least one step closer.

✄ On the other hand, once you develop Stockholm syndrome, he won’t say it much, you didn’t become boring, he just likes seeing you desperate to please him, to get his love so he stops his affections just for you to beg for it.

✄ Is it hard to withhold loving you? Nope, it’s easy for him, he lived without your constant affection, even during the months he kept you in his home, you didn’t give him the privilege of your love, so he doesn’t mind not touching you at all, not giving you the attention you want, or the verbal affirmation if he still loved you.

✄ Once you start crying and begging, that’s where he’d hush you, petting your head before he kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry pretty, I’m here now, don’t cry” He’d coo before you hug him as if your life depended on it.

[ms-fade]

Instructions

Kaz brekker x Jesper Fahey x Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

I had a idea and I rotted in my brain, like I can’t stop thinking about it so I’m sharing it with you.

Warnings: Spanking, domination, kaz telling Jesper what to do- I need to get better at these, kaz calling Jesper: Jes.

Kaz brekker loved his partners, more then he could express. Kaz was not one for saying how he felt but he did it by actions. His incapacity of touch was hard to work around but his lovers didn’t even hesitate. He hated not being able to touch them, because he wished more then anything to one day place his hands on their skin.

But when it came to closed doors, when the sexual tension is high and all of you are eye fucking. It’s him who gives the instructions.

Jespers hand held your jaw up as you were forced to look at kaz teary eyed from all the pleasure. He had been fucking you senseless as you watch your other lover touch himself in the corner of them room. It was always the two of them dominating you, just a little thing for them to you toss around. Though, you knew it ran farther then that because they loved you, there was no doubt.

“What do you think kaz?” Jesper asked closed to your ear, and you could get the rasp and break in his voice. “Bend her over.” You whimpered as you were pushed down onto the table in front of you. Your pussy clinging around the cock that thrusted inside of you at a rapid pace.

“P-please” you chocked out. Hands gripping on the tables edges as he pounded into you. You looked over at kaz as he stroked his cock, his legs spread out as he leaned back.

“Use your words, Jesper remind her.” He nodded and his hand came down on your ass. The sound echoes through the room along with your sob of pain. “Cum-I wanna cum.” You begged and buckled your hips back into Jespers.

Jesper moaned above you and grabbed ahold of your hips and pulled you closer into him, trying to reach as far within you as he could. You loved the way his balls would slap against your skin with each movement he made. You loved the shape of his cock, it was thick and had the perfect curve.

“Our girl wants to cum, she’s so fucking tight right now. Saints- Her pussy is just fucking leaking.” He grabbed ahold of your leg and brought it up on the table. “Fuck” you screamed and hit the table with your hand at the new feeling.

You loved when he opened you up and hit new places, when he thrusted in just a bit to the side. “Honestly, not going to make it much longer myself.” Jesper said struggling and threw his head back. You could tell by his thrusting getting sloppy and the slight pitch of his moans.

“Stuff her full, Jes.” Kaz grinned and slowed down his hand, but keeping the friction as to not lose the pleasure. “That’s the plan,” jesper chuckled but then get out a big moan when you released around him. He felt you pulse and shot your juices out, making him hit his limit. “Holy shit.”

You whined as you cam and then stuffed full of his hot cum, it filling you all the way up. You felt some of it leak out of you, mixed with his and your cum. iIt just to much much for your hole to take. You let out a cry and your body went weak and blank for a moment.

Jesper slowly pulled out of you and step back as to try and not stumble, they both watched the cum leak out of your hole and down onto your thigh. “How are you feel, sweetheart?” Jesper asked as you pushed yourself up, feeling your legs get shaky.

“Hmm, ask again in a minute.” You turned around and smiled at he two of them. Kaz looked at you and then at Jesper. “She can still talk.” Kaz titled his head with a smirk and Jesper looked over at him. You watched both of their attention come back on you and your heart fluttered.

“You know I like it when you break her.”

[glade-constellation]

Not Built For This

Sun x Reader

Summary : Sun is having a difficult time, finally cracking under the stress of his job after a run in with a rude parent. You’re there to comfort him.

Trigger Warning(s) : Mentions of abusive/neglectful parent and alcohol, accidental self harm, mention of decommissioning

Rating : T, SFW

Word Count : 2053

Extra : Just a little one-shot I wrote a while ago, sometime in January of this year. I apologize if it’s a little odd. I wrote it when I was having a bad time myself, but I really enjoy how it came out and wanted to share.

“Because I wasn’t built for this!”

Sun threw his hands into the air, bells on his wrist ringing out softly, before he fell to the floor in a ball. You knew he couldn’t cry. Fazbear was at least smart enough to not build their bots with working tear ducts and have them start sparking like a lit firework. But you swore, in that moment, Sun’s eyes glassed over with unshed tears. His shaking frame leaked of such pure anguish you wondered if he’d been built with a human soul. Even covered in stray marker lines and spots of sparkling glitter, he looked so violently drowned in his own emotional pain that you felt it yourself.

“I wasn’t built to do any of this! The ‘daycare attendant’ wasn’t even a role when the Plex was first built! Why do you think we had so many complaints over the years? Why I seem too overbearing or Moon sometimes acts far too frightening for the kids? That’s what we were built for. Performances. Short bursts of dramatic entertainment. Comedy and tragedy. We were theater performers.”

The hiccuping static coming from his voice box was too close to sounding like a cry. His frame creaked and groaned, sounding as if about to combust. Knowing how little maintenance the two of them received, the possibility was too high for your liking. “Sun, honey, I need you to listen-“

“The kids weren’t even supposed to be near us! We were supposed to be up on a stage, only interacting when engaging with the crowd.”

You took a step forward, hands rising as if to reach out to him, “Sun, please, you’re going to hurt-”

A soft crunching sound filled the air. “We’re had to learn all of this ourselves, no help from anyone. Playtime, time outs, kissing the boo-boos away, we’ve had to learn all of it by watching others. People who didn’t even like working here, didn’t like us.”

He didn’t even notice the now dented rays in his hands. “Sunny, please-”

“I try my hardest every day to be the best I can be and do the best I can do with what very limited resources I was given and no one seems to care about anything I do meaning Fazbear hates us and we’re so close to being decommissioned for something we can’t even help-”

“SUN!”

Besides the rattling of his frame, there was finally silence. You stood over his curled body, hands gently but firmly placed on the sides of his face. Even without visible pupils, you could see when his eyes finally focused with yours. With slow movements, you softly began to remove his hands from his now bent rays. “You’re hurting yourself.”

Slowly, hesitantly, he moves his hands with yours. He slides them towards you, reaching but not touching. An unasked request for comfort. As you reach to pull him forward, he grabs your hips and does the same. There’s a moment in the silence when he simply holds you to him. Then the dam finally breaks.

Sun buries his face into your stomach and sobs.

It’s not quiet or soft, full of shaky breaths and muffled whimpers. It’s not like the daycare kids who threw fits with sharp huffs and cries. Sun folds into you and he screams, static scratching through his voice box. It’s loud and aching and broken, so defeated that your own heart couldn’t help but break with him. He grips you like a lifeline as he cries, frame shivering and vibrating so roughly yours afraid he might actually begin to fall apart. A star in threat of collapsing in on itself.

You let him cry. You hold him as he screams and you try not to cry yourself. Your hand moves from his shoulder to one of his rays, gently tracing it in a way you knew calmed him down.

It’s a while before he finally calms down enough to speak coherent words, but what he says only breaks you farther. “I’m sorry,” drops from his mouth, so strained in static you almost can’t make it out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats it over and over like a mantra. You open your mouth, going to shush him, but freeze as he continues. “Please please please, don’t decommission us, don’t throw us out. I can do this, I can do this, I’m not broken, just a small mishap. Won’t happen again, I can do it, I’m sorry.”

You’re having not of that.

Pull his face away from you, you drop down to your knees. Your gaze is firm as you stare into his eyes. “Sun, you listen to me and you listen to me good. This wasn’t your fault. None of this was. You said it yourself, you weren’t built for this. Nothing about what you do in the daycare is part of a program you or Moon own.”

You stop for a moment, just long enough to cup your hands against the sides of his face. He’s still crying, but he’s listening, and that’s what matters right now. “But you want to know something? That makes what you do in here so fucking brilliant. You care for these kids almost every day, playing with them and cleaning their messes and kissing their hurts away, and you do it so much better than any of the human assistants I’ve seen sulking in here before me. You may not have been built for this but you do it so beautifully that I wouldn’t have known any better unless you or Moon told me. The fact that you had to learn how to do all of this while locked away in here with no help but your own two eyes is frankly far more astounding than Fazbears’ ability to create your AIs. How you haven’t lost it up until now is a fucking wonder.” You shake your head, chuckling.

“But maybe that’s just a testament to you two’s innate ability to love with all your being. When you two commit to loving something, you give yourself away to it. I watch you with those kids all the time and you treat them like a parent would their own children. As a parent should love their children. You spend hours upon hours keeping this daycare in working order without any help, not because you’re programmed to but because you love doing it. That kind of emotion isn’t something you can just replicate. The level of humanity I see in you and Moon far surpasses most of actual humanity that exists on this Earth today.

“If some kid’s abusive bitch of a mother wants to come in and call you a worthless machine because her kid love you far more than her, you take any word that comes out of her mouth with a fucking grain of salt. That’s her problem to work through, not yours. She doesn’t see what you do here. She obviously doesn’t see what you do for her own kid every single day she’s off getting drunk.

“What matters is what those who actually care about you think. The kids love you. Both of you. They were freaking out the day you guys went to maintenance, some actually started crying. Made all those Get Well cards for you two, remember? I highly doubt Fazbear is going to decommission one of their most beloved animatronics from one drunk lady’s comment. They’d have hell to pay.” You bring him forward, just enough to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “Hell that I would raise for you.”

Sun falls forwards slightly, head hitting your chest as he pulls you close again. He moves you to the side just slightly, throwing a leg under you so you’re no longer resting on your knees. You throw an arm over his shoulder as he begins to rock the both of you, your other hand coming up to the back of his faceplate to hold him. It's another moment before either of you speak.

You can hear Sun mumble something, but whatever was said is buried in the sound of his fans buzzing on overdrive. You hum in question as you trace patterns aimlessly on his shoulder. “Thank you,” he says again, “Moon says it too.” You feel more than see when his rays shrink slightly into his faceplate, “I’m sorry.”

You snort, “Hey, what did I just say? No more of that. It’s okay.”

“It’s really not.” He pulls back from you, eyes looking down instead of towards you. “That was really childish on my part. Parents complain all the time. That shouldn’t have affected me that much.”

You shush him, placing a hand over his mouth despite knowing that wasn’t going to do much. It still had the desired outcome of shutting him up. “Sun, did you listen to anything I just said?” He nodded, and you quickly continued before he started up again. “I didn’t explicitly say it, but everything I just explained can also be used to say that both you and Moon are extremely overworked.” You give a huff as you roll your eyes, “Give an AI sentience and then make them work until the break. Typical Fazbear right there.”

You feel the speaker behind Sun’s faceplate vibrate as he speaks up, “But we were built to work-”

There’s an audible smack as you facepalm. “Oh my god, I spill my guts out trying to calm you down and you listened to none of it,” you groan. You grab his chin to tilt his face towards yours, “Sunny, honey, it doesn’t matter that it was just one parent telling you something you’ve already heard and gotten over before. You may have been built to work tirelessly but you literally just said you weren’t built to handle this kind of work. Plus, I don’t think Fazbear takes into account that they build living beings. Straw on the camel’s back and all that. You and Moon have one too many things going on up in that pretty little head right now. It couldn’t handle the additional yelling and triggered all your pent up emotions. It’s normal. Happens to me too. Don’t apologize for simply being alive.”

You drop your hand as you finish, watching as Sun blinks at you. His rays flex in and out in no particular pattern, something you’ve realized means he’s having an internal conversation. He finally seems to come back into focus after a moment, simply staring before moving a hand to gently cup your cheek. You laugh slightly as his hand covers the right side of your head but lean into it. He looks like he wants to smile, but whatever he’s thinking is obviously weighing on him. “You. . .really see us as people.”

You can't quite tell if it was a statement or a question, but you nod all the same. A confused look crossed your face, “I mean, yeah? You may be made of metal and silicone, and held together by desperation and glitter glue since the mechanics can’t do their job for shit, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have just as much intelligence and emotion as any human. Probably more, not gonna lie. I’ve seen Moon hack into things he really shouldn’t more times than I would like to admit. You have this unbelievable talent to read a person’s body language from across the room and change the mood of the whole room to fit their needs.

“And like I mentioned earlier, you two don’t half ass anything. When you give, you do so with your whole being. Simple machines don’t have things like love and trust. You two are the definition of it.”

You could feel as Sun ran his thumb across your cheek as you spoke. As you looked back up at him, you were greeted with a soft look. Sun’s rays slowly pinwheeled around his head as he smiled at you. His hand moved from the side of your head to the back as he pulled you forward. Your breath caught suddenly, your heart beat suddenly too obvious inside you.

He seemed to second guess himself at the last second, or maybe you had simply read too much into that act. Hugging you close, Sun reciprocated your earlier forehead kiss. “Thank you,” he mumbled softly.

[sillymoonboi]

⚠️WARNING:VENT⚠️

⚠️:Whipping, insulting, and hurting

I don’t normally post things like this regarding my life or household but i needed to cry on somebody’s shoulder or talk to someone about this, and my parents aren’t really a good choice for me… let me explain, So i was in my room scrolling through the discord chats and i got called by my mom to come try a new dish she made, i politely saying im sorry but im full , and then i got called by my dad this time and i said fuck it and went to see what they wanted , my dad was pressuring me to at least try but i again declined saying i already eaten or im already full and I can’t eat no more, My dad kept and kept pressing my limits saying to just try it or he’ll get mad, and i said my answer is “NO” he didn’t really take a liking to that word, and i feel very scared to say what he did next…. Even i was scared…. So he grabbed a towel near by him and i think you guys know what happened next…twice… and i was crying in pain and i finally took a small bite out of the food, i felt sick… even my mom was there to witness it… and instead of defending me….she blamed me and my dad saying we were crazy and embarrassing herself because the neighbors could hear us… she was more focused on her getting embarrassed than me getting hit… my dad let me go to the bathroom so i can calm down and i was sitting down on the toilet when my mom came in also crying she said “why you crying? This is your fault” and I couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth .. after i came back i wanted to go to sleep but my dad said No your staying here with me until you calm down and he made he sat with for like idk how long, he kept saying i was spoiled like my cousin who thinks they can do anything they want, and i asked him so you think hitting your child is normal ? He knew it wasn’t but he said it was the only way i can teach my lesson, my mom took my phone away, and i kept telling him to let me go back into my room, and he kept denying, he saw my mom cry and said look what you did to your mother, idk if they were guilt tripping me into thinking this was my fault over a fucking dish… he kept trying to hug me afterwards while i was with my mom talking to my brother on the phone, i told him what happened and what he did, and my brother said you know how dad is, your a good kid , saying that maybe if i just tasted it and just said its bad it wouldn’t have happened…., and he also kept blaming my behavior on my phone, like what the fuck the phone have to do with any of this???? Anyways he kept trying to hug me and i kept looking away feeling uncomfortable until i finally snapped i said i was going to my room and he kept mocking me on the way , i went to my room and putting a chair to block the door, i went through the covers and started sobbing… i’ve been crying all night and haven’t managed to get any sleep, i kept getting headaches everytime i cried, and cried….. i wanted this to end, i kept wishing it to be a dream but it wasn’t…. I managed to get my phone back today and i decided to talk about this…. This really effected me and made me realize what kind of people my parents are…it effected on how i seem them.. how i see myself…. I can’t believe all of this over some fucking peppers….. I can’t even look at my male ocs the same again.

I’ve decided im gonna take a break so i can heal … so there won’t be a lot of updates here …. I appreciate a lot of you and your support throughout this blog…..but im tired and i need a mental health break….❤️

[muchelburstenstein]

Succumbing

(Content Warning: Burst, Teen Pregnancy, Rape, Trauma)

I let out a pained moan, low and guttural.

It was almost time, even with how unnatural this all was I could tell. There was so much pressure inside, my womb was so unbearably full, stretched near its limit. I hadn’t felt like this in over a decade, not since I had my daughter. I always thought that was the worst it would ever feel, squatting in a highschool bathroom stall with the accident of a boy I shouldn’t have trusted slowly crowning its way into my panties, the need to push overwhelming even though giving in only hurt more.

Another groan forced itself from me as I felt a shove from within. My back arched, seeking to relieve the pressure. I struggled to even remember how this happened. Another man, another one I foolishly thought meant what he was saying. We’d been seeing each other for a few months, taking things slow. I wouldn’t let my life be ruined again by another man’s need to put his children into me, leaving and making it all my responsibility. I’d been more careful, I reassured myself, had learned from my past, keeping him at a distance until I knew he really cared.

The storm outside raged as the monsters in me became more active, forcing tears from me as I was unable to hold back a pained cry. That storm… he asked if he could come inside. He claimed it was unsafe to drive home in this, and I couldn’t disagree, not honestly. I offered tea and a couch to crash on, told him my daughter was home so we couldn’t get up to any funny business. He’d agreed, smiling warmly, kindly. I really trusted him, truly felt close.

He grinned now, watching me. All the kindness was gone, his lower half exposed as the inhuman thing he was. I tried to tear myself free from the bed, but the adhesive he’d expelled onto my wrists and ankles was unyielding. The rapid gestation that had taken place inside me had eaten away all my strength, even my most desperate effort a weak, pathetic attempt to escape the inevitable. I was due soon, I would deliver his unwanted children, my second pregnancy, doomed not just to ruin my life but end it. Once again, all I could do was sob and stare at my rounded middle, waiting for this burden to free itself from me no matter how badly I didn’t want it.

I’d left him downstairs to sleep, believing I could trust him. I was so stupid. When my door to my bedroom opened, I was surprised. I wasn’t prepared for how he pinned my arms down. How his kisses shivered through me, my eyes going out of focus, limbs going weak, clouding my thoughts. I tried to fight, tried to run as he stripped me, but my body just wouldn’t respond. He spread my legs, and I flashed back to opening myself reluctantly, the words “You would if you loved me” ringing in my ears still, unaware I would be whimpering his burden out not far away from our secret place in nine months. I would be alone and abandoned, hating the thing torturing its way out from between my legs, secretly blaming her for existing as I helplessly gave in, bore down and delivered the most intimate gift I could give for a boy I’d never see again.

He’d let out a strange sound as he entered me. I wanted to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t open, my throat wouldn’t work. His member felt wrong, it was slimy and thick, wriggling deeper inside without him moving his hips, until I felt it attach to my cervix. He began to grunt, To spasm, and I felt a bulge traveling down his length, into my body, into my belly. As he impregnated me, violating me in a way I couldn’t have imagined, His face began to change shape, he started to drool a disgusting, sticky ooze that hardened rapidly, trapping me on the bed. I felt a similar ooze secreting from his lower body, I was trapped. Just as I was trapped when I realized my then boyfriend hadn’t put on the condom he showed me. Just as I was trapped when I was begging my parents for an abortion and they told me this was the natural consequence for me being careless.

The man I’d let into my home withdrew from me as proper sensation began to slowly return to my limbs. I saw he’d changed, his body wrong. His face cruel. It wasn’t long, as he sat and watched, hunched in a corner of the room, before my midriff began to swell. I felt movement, and I broke down, horrified, just as I had the first time I felt the little kicks of my unwanted daughter inside my womb. I hated these… things. I didn’t want to grow them, didn’t want to be responsible for them existing. I didn’t want to give what they were taking from me.

My body didn’t care what I wanted. It kept nurturing these awful creatures, helping them grow strong and safe inside me even though I despised them and everything they represented. They were taking everything from me, my life, my future, everything I’d ever wanted, just as my daughter had by taking root inside me, swelling my belly huge as my friends abandoned me and my grades plummeted, as people whispered and pointed and gossiped about how stupid I was to do this to myself. Just as my body left me screaming in agony in the bathroom, my underwear bulging around the head that refused to wait, refused to even give me the dignity of giving birth anywhere other than the most humiliating, degrading place.

The creature began to speak in a voice familiar, but different. That he’d been enjoying our time, but it must end. His people were eager for the invasion to begin, and I was nearing due with the first wave. The abominations inside me would absorb my memories, my feelings. Targeting the people I was closest to. My friends. My family. My daughter. She might not even wake up before it was too late. In hours, the girl who had stolen away my life, who had ruined my future just by being born against my will, would be sobbing, terrified, under the weight of my inhuman grandchildren, waiting for them to agonizingly hatch from her belly no matter how much she begged them to stop. Her toes curling in pain, voice crying out for me to come help. But I would be gone, used up entirely in a way even she couldn’t manage.

A powerful thrust came from inside, and I cried out in pain. It was almost time, and I was terrified. I didn’t want this, never wanted to be a mother, never wanted to bear life into the world. In spite of everything, I still wanted to protect my daughter. I didn’t want to be the reason for a plague of forced impregnation and deadly birth to begin spreading. Who knows how much of the town would be affected, how many helpless women and girls would succumb to the monstrous genetics taking root in their bellies and destroying their bodies, ending their lives? It would be all my fault, all because I couldn’t stop it, all because my body was so eager to create life, no matter how much I despised it, that it would rather be a breeding ground of abominations than pass of the chance to be fertilized.

Another powerful shove. The father of these things leaned forward, eager to watch what came next. Another… then another. They were getting stronger, closer. Pressure was radiating out, and I was grunting, groaning with every increasingly torturous thrust. It was coming. I was in labor. I was about to give birth. It didn’t matter that I didn’t want this, didn’t want or love these children, they would be born, would live, would make me nothing. These nightmarish monsters slamming against my belly until it bruises, the daughter I screamed onto the bathroom floor before I even got to begin my life for real, all of them taking everything I am and ever wanted away and leaving me stripped to only a single word. Mother. Host. Husk.

“Please!” I begged then, as a contraction took me, unable to do anything but push. “Please!” I begged now, as I felt my uterus begin to tear inside, shuddering and moaning in pain as I felt little hands pulling at the internal wound, others still thrusting as it rose into a frenzy, eager to shove out of me and into the world. “Please!” My daughter would be sobbing, hoping I would come to rescue her in a few hours once her own abominations are near due, never knowing how much I resented her for becoming my world.

“Stop!” I had sobbed, all but feeling my future dribbling out of me along with the amniotic fluid as the head came to a full crown, the pain unbearable. “Stop!” I grunt through the tears, as the air begins to fill with the sound of tearing flesh. Thrust, thrust, THRUST, ever harder, tearing me open from within as I succumb to my children’s need to exist. Another shove, the pressure too much, blood running down my sides. A harsh slam, and I feel the first one crown. He runs a finger around the head, shivering with delight, just as I had shuddered in dread as I reached down and felt the head of my little life ruiner between my legs.

Thrust.

Thrust. My back arches with the sheer force of it.

THRUST! My belly splits wide, and I hold the position for just a moment, little heads lunging out of my mortal wound. Then, as I begin to numb with shock, I collapse.

My head lolls to the side. My eyes won’t focus. Everything begin to fade, grow dark. And yet, crystal clear, I can hear my daughter begin to scream. “STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET OUT OF ME! MOM, HELP!”

My eyes close. I remember what my mom said to me, her expression full of shame and contempt when I reached out to her to save me. “It’s time to be a big girl now. You’re going to be a mommy. Congratulations.” I don’t think she heard me, as I spoke my last. Perhaps it’s for the best.

[chaosgremlinmunson]

It was late, later than he'd anticipated, and yet his phone was ringing off the hook, this had to be the 10th call in the past 20 minutes. 

Begrudgingly Eddie got out of bed and went to the phone, "Hello." He gritted, it was 2:00 am and he'd been having such a great dream cuddling up to Harrington in the big empty house, looking into those big eyes that had been with warmth and love. Whoever woke him up from his romantic paradise was about to be very, very sorry.

"Eds…" the voice croaked, sounding like it was full of tears, he knew this voice, who had made Stevie cry? This town had thought he was a murderer but let him catch who hurt this sweet self-sacrificing man, then they'd really have a reason to hunt the freak.

"Stevie? What's wrong? Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?" Eddie looked down at his boxers and beat up shirt, he'd throw on some jeans, be there in a blink of an eye, all Steve had to do was say the word.

"I'm….I'm at the hideout. I needed…I needed to forget for a moment. And then, someone was crowding me in the bathroom Eddie. His hands were on my throat and I kicked, I ran as fast as I could…I'm at a house on the outskirts of town. They…they let me use their phone and I didn't know who to call Eddie, I didn't know who would come. I didn't drive myself, I have no way to get home." He heard the hiccuping sobs, and flew over to his boots, luckily they were close enough to the phone that he could reach them. 

"Ok, Stevie, breathe for me. I'm on my way, I'm putting on my boots and bringing you home-" Eddie started

He heard a whimper.

"Ok, not home, do you want to come to mine? Stevie I'm coming to get you, I won't leave you alone. I'm on my way." He soothed keeping his voice calm and soft.

"Ok. Eddie…hurry?" Steve whispered back, but his breathing had evened out.

"Of course princess, I'll be there before you know it." He got off the phone with Steve, grabbed the first jeans he saw, threw on his boots and hauled it to the van. 

He broke the speed limit the entire way to the hideout, seeing a house just feet away and pulled up barely turning the van off before he was out the door. He raised his hand to knock and before he could it opened, someone flinging themselves into his arms.

"Shhh, baby, it's ok. I'm here, I've got you." He said running his hands up his back, he pulled back to look Steve over who had tear tracks down his face, a bruise forming over his scars on his neck. "Oh, baby, don't worry. I'm here, I'm here and no one is going to hurt you ever again."

He got Steve to the van, buckling him in and driving them home to Eddie's while Steve stared out the window.

[softestboygirlalive]

I keep a sexual fantasy journal and there is one excerpt that has been getting me off so hard every time I use it.

My partner in this fantasy is a dom. I will be using they/them for, well, them. They can be whoever you want ;) Mostly they refer to me using the masculine. You can assume that everything is consensual and has been discussed beforehand but I don’t really go over that type of thing in my journal it’s just my thoughts

Kinks: Piss, erotic piercings, erotic humiliation, crying (lots,) ear stimulation, temperature play, overstimulation

I usually grind softly on my stuffies and touch myself gently as I imagine being put in bondage, toying with my nipple piercings and pinching my clit as I imagine how it will go. I am usually tied or cuffed on a covered bed or massage table with my arms folded and bound together up over my head, my legs held in a fully folded and spread position with my toes, and a labia spreader wrapped around my thighs holding my pussy open.

I get so excited just thinking about my body spread open, helpless under the loaded gaze of my dom. In reality I reach for my suction vibrator and edge myself, but in my fantasy it is them teasing my first orgasm out of my wantonly exposed clit. When I cum, they don't stop. They torture my clit mercilessly but they know I reach my limit quickly that way, so they distract me a little by slipping a slick finger into my ass.

My desperate squirming does much of the work of opening me up. Time falls away, and the relentless stimulation continues until I can't do anything but pant and whine. They have four fingers deep inside me, and I am so aroused and open that they are drilling them around seemingly effortlessly.

Both hands slip away from me, and tears start to trickle down my cheeks as a result. Nothing happens for a while as they look their fill, stroking their cock with the hand they had inside me as they enjoy the messy picture I paint. My eyes closed, I hear a soft "fuck" drop from their lips and suddenly, I feel their mouth on my ass.

A kiss drops beside my hole gently but I almost feel like I imagined it because in the next instant, they are eating my ass like they are starving. Holding my cheeks apart, they lick and nibble all around my loose rim. They are making sounds of enjoyment and slurping loudly in concert with the gasps they are wrenching out of me because they know it makes me so, so embarrassed.

Once they are satisfied with their meal, they rise and squirt a generous dollop of intentionally cold lube straight into my loose and overheated asshole, making me squirm as I feel my pussy gush with the shock of it. They fuck into my absolutely dripping pussy just twice, only to slick themselves up. I am riding so high for those two thrusts, fresh tears springing up at how good my denied cunt feels. I sob aloud when they retract fully, and sob even louder again when they fill my ass in one strong motion.

They bottom out a few times then still, letting me feel their cock twitch and my ass clench in response. They grip my hair in one hand and my neck in the other and lean forwards so their mouth is at my left ear. Growling lowly, they speak.

"I'm going to take you apart."

Then, biting around my lobe none-too-gently, they start thrusting harshly. Growling and panting into my ear like an animal, teeth still clenched around it, they fuck me with the full, heavy length of their cock.

They treat my ear like they did my ass, mouthing it wetly and licking inside while muttering filthy things like how tight my ass is, how it belongs to them to use however they want. They tell me I am such a filthy slut for them and ask me if I'd let them do whatever they wanted. I say yes, anything, and they chuckle darkly.

"Anything?" they confirm, asking in a low, level voice tinted heavily with lust. I nod desperately, tears gathering in my eyes as I am railed hard. I have one hole achingly empty, spread and dripping, and the other is being continuously filled, causing my whole pelvic floor to clench sporadically. The contrast is so overwhelming that it is a sensation all on its own.

They groan in my left ear as a response to my affirmation, lick into it deeply then spit directly into my ear canal before shoving my head over to reveal my undefiled right ear. Holding my head in both hands possessively, they lean back in and growl,

"I'm going to cum so deep in your ass, so hard. But I'm not going to pull out. I'm going to stay inside you until I go down just enough to piss. Then I'm going to fill you the rest of the way up, just like you deserve."

At this point, I am so overwhelmed by the words and sensations traveling from my ear to my empty, aching pussy that I cum just from that and the cock in my ass. They don't stop talking or fucking me. They just let loose an "Oh, god," in response to my orgasm, and keep going with a,

"Fuck yes baby, I knew you'd like that, you're so filthy for me. After I cum in your ass I'm going to turn you over onto your knees so nothing spills as I fill you up all the way. Then I'm going to get the big plug while you keep your hole closed like a good boy, and I'm going to stop you up so that you stay nice and full for me. And do you want to know what I'm going to do to reward my baby boy for such filthy behavior?"

I whine and nod, unable to summon words of my own as my mind fills with lewd images at their bidding. They inhale and growl and lick my right ear. I can feel their cooling spit leaking out of my left ear and soaking the sheet it's pressed into. I can feel my spread pussy drooling slick down my taint and onto my rim and their cock.

"After you're plugged," they say in a soothing, babying tone, "I'm going to clean up your filthy, nasty holes. I'm going to get a needle and put a little gold ring through the hood of your clit. That way you’ll never forget how dirty you were for me, letting me do whatever I want to your greedy, slutty holes."

They intersperse their words with increasingly desperate thrusts into my asshole as they chase their pleasure, and with nips and licks and delivered directly to my ear. The words as much as the treatment cause me to moan loudly and writhe in my bonds. I know they are getting close, and I begin to tighten myself up for them in pulses that I am trying to keep rhythmic, but my body is quaking outside of my control.

Suddenly, they are following through with their threat to fill me up. They don't pull out as promised, and give us both a moment to catch our breath. My eyes are closed and my head is in the clouds, and I hear them ask for what seems the second time,

"Babydoll? color for me to fill you up with my piss next?"

I manage after a few tries to nod my head and desperately whine out a "please." They moan in anticipation and roll us over, staying inside while hitching me high onto my kneed and pushing at my shoulders to arch my back and press their semi as deep inside me as possible.

A new warmth floods inside me, at a higher pressure and greater quantity than I was prepared for. It's so overwhelmingly degrading that tears spring immediately from my eyes, and they make matters worse by reaching around and pinching and twisting my clit roughly. I can feel warmth dribbling down my leg and try to clench to stop it escaping. This makes them groan deeply, hips stuttering against me, and release even more strongly.

I'm crying fully at the humiliation, and the pain in my clit, and the rough way my body is being handled, and at the sheer intensity of how good it all is. I think I cum again but it doesn't even really matter, the tears are the better release.

They start to harden again, watching me cry as I take their piss, and the stream dwindles as they grow fully erect again. They grab my hair roughly in one hand again and my throat in the other, and say, "clench." I do and they moan. I clench as long as I can while they grind deeply into me without thrusting, sloshing the liquid around obscenely. When I release they breathe for a few seconds then say,

"Again."

This goes on for an indeterminate amount of time. Then they begin to slowly pull their cock out of me. I immediately start begging and pleading and crying more desperately for them to stay inside, don't leave, please, please, please fuck me more. They laugh, meanly, and keep pulling out, dragging out my torment. Their words betray tenderness, though, when they say,

"I'm not going anywhere, but if I fuck you the way I want then we'll just spill everything I put inside you." They finally slip out along with a dribble of piss and cum that I can feel running down the spread of my empty, swollen, throbbing pussy. I clench as tight as I can, and the sensations from that alone are almost enough to send me over the edge a second (third?) time.

I stay clenched as I sense their body heat withdraw fully, listening to the sounds of a drawer opening across the room. I know which plug they are getting,  and I know they moved it farther away on purpose so I would have to struggle with my task longer. Their hand runs up my arched spine soothingly, and I feel the cool tip of my favorite wide-based plug nudge at my rim. 

“Open,” they command, and start to push it steadily in. I loosen my muscles gradually as it eases in, finally relaxing all the way to let the widest part slip inside me. A healthy splash of liquid escapes, but it’s the last that does as the plug settles inside me. I whine at the feeling and squirm on my knees, testing the seal and humping the air.

“Disgusting.” 

I try to protest and shake my head but I know it’s true. They sound slightly in awe as they flip me over again and say, 

“That’s so fucking disgusting, I can’t believe you let me do that. You’re so good to me, the way you let me mess you up.” 

They bend and kiss me deeply, drawing a whine from my throat, then rise to a deep kneel above me, their cock level with my pussy. They begin to thrust against it, dragging their cock through the wetness of my spread labia. Pressing down on my hips with their thumbs brushing my swollen abdomen, they fuck against my pussy without giving me any penetration. I can feel my full belly, my aching cunt, the brief throbs of pleasure as their cockhead drags over my clit, and the stretched gape of my asshole. I can feel sloshing in my gut as their thrusts against my body shift me on the bed.

I fall into a haze of sensation and am lost there, only dimly aware of the steady trail of tears across my cheeks and our joined sounds of pleasure, until I feel warmth bloom across my pussy as they paint it with their cum. My eyes open and I look down to see their cock in their hand. They shudder as they milk the last of their release out onto me. 

Looking me over with a dark, satisfied expression on their face, they start to clean me up. They briefly depart to wash their hands and on their return they pull on a pair of black gloves. The sight sends a shiver down my spine in anticipation and I close my eyes as they check over their tools and ask,

“Color?” For me to give you your reward and leave my mark on your clit?” 

Without opening my eyes I say, “Green.” 

I feel gloved fingers disinfect my clit and the surrounding area, the alcohol cold and biting on my overheated flesh. It feels so degrading to be handled clinically after everything they did to me, and fresh tears spring up as they pierce me through the hood, to the right of my clit, insert the jewelry, then clean the area one last time. They lick my tears up wordlessly, take off their gloves, and set about releasing me.  

I can’t move, ragdolled as they work, and they start murmuring praises as they handle my loose limbs. About how good I did, how much they love how depraved I am willing to get for them. How good it felt. They set my plushie in my arms and pull a blanket over me, letting me lie for a bit as they clean up their tools. 

When they are done, they usher me to the bathroom, guide me to a squat in the shower and begin to work the plug loose. I’m crying again, shame at the treatment flooding my senses and reminding me that my pussy is STILL empty. It feels like it’s crying for attention but I know asking won’t get me anything, at least in that regard. 

The prodding at my other hole finally bears fruit and the plug pops out with a sound and a rush of liquid that wrenches a whine out of me. They turn the water on, directing it towards the wall until the temp is good. They soothe me with a hand running up and down my back as I sob. Their other hand delivers gentle touches to the un-pierced side of my clit and the underside of my tits that make my soft cries hitch. 

The water is warm so they begin to shower us, interspersing the task with continuous touches, so gentle that I don’t forsee them pushing me over any sort of edge. But they build on each other, never intensifying but not stopping either. I slip suddenly into a blinding climax that is over in an instant and leaves me shuddering in overstimulation as their hand doesn’t stop. They keep going until my cries shift and a “yellow” is on the tip of my tongue. Then they shut off the shower, bundle us into towels, and usher us back to the other room. They start to strip the pads off the bed and dazedly I help them. They smile at my weak efforts, but let me help, knowing I need to sometimes. 

They tuck me back in, giving me my plushie back and my water as well. I am swimming in thoughts of everything we just did, flushing with embarrassment and what would be arousal if I wasn’t so spent. I look at them and they croon like you would to a pouting puppy.

“Ohhh, my sweet thing, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling naughty after everything I put you through?”

I nod and ask, “Did you mean it when you called me disgusting?”

They crawl into the bed and wrap me in their arms, kissing my head tenderly as they say condescendingly,

“Awe, baby, of course I did.”

[unhingedwomandiaries]

I was eating a burrito on my lunch break and scrolling through the local news when reality decided to dropkick me in the chest. There, nestled between articles about zoning disputes and high school sports, was a piece about my father's 50th high school reunion. Another milestone he'd miss, courtesy of his inconvenient death.

The photo accompanying the article was like a time machine made of newsprint. There he was, young and oblivious, perched on the top bleacher with his buddies. I found myself locked in a staring contest with his pixelated eyes, a contest I was destined to lose because, well, he's dead and I'm not.

It's weird how we curate our memories. I don't keep photos of my parents around, as if limiting visual reminders might somehow dull the ache of their absence. But here was this candid shot, ambushing me with its casual cruelty, reminding me of all the reunions and milestones that death had stolen from him.

Before I knew it, I was sobbing like I was auditioning for a Greek tragedy. Not the dignified, single-tear-down-the-cheek kind of cry, but the full-on, snot-bubbling, chest-heaving variety. I bolted for the bathroom, suddenly self-conscious about my public display of emotion, as if crying were some sort of social faux pas rather than a basic human function.

I tell myself it's normal to cry, that everyone does it. It's just the body's way of saying, "Hey, things are kind of messed up right now, let's flush out some stress hormones." But sometimes I wonder if I'm operating with faulty emotional plumbing, prone to springing leaks at the slightest provocation.

His classmates will probably honor him again, like they did at the 45th reunion. They'll raise a toast, share some stories, and for a moment, he'll exist again in their collective memory. But for me, he's always there, a persistent ache, a void that refuses to be filled.

Sometimes I think this pain will never truly go away. It just becomes a part of you, like a scar or a tattoo you got on a drunken dare. You learn to live with it, to incorporate it into your personal narrative. And occasionally, when you least expect it, it reaches out and taps you on the shoulder, just to remind you it's still there.

[thebrethrenpost]

"Kasama sa pangarap ko, ang makabawi sa magulang."

For a long time, this was the only time I truly allowed myself to feel. It was late at night when I awoke in bed, and as my eyes fluttered open, a weight pressed against my chest, expanding with the force of unspoken emotions. I rose, gazing down at the floor, and saw it—water, pooling beneath me. My breaths grew heavier, and there it was—I was finally crying. Weeping, sobbing, letting go in the purest state of lamentation, if only for this fleeting moment. No noise, no distractions, not even thoughts—just feelings. These feelings surged from both body and soul, an overwhelming flood of exhaustion, melancholy, euphoria, and relief. In the end, I am still human—limited, vulnerable, fragile. And to embrace that humanity is like tasting the dew from the heavens, for which I am profoundly grateful. My heart is full.

Seeing my parents board their first flight, walking all day without suffering from the heat or the journey, only growing stronger in their determination to savour every moment of their vacation—these are the memories that fill me with gratitude. I thank Heavenly Father for granting me the perfect timing to fulfil this dream. Watching them not just witness, but experience life with vigour, has been one of the most comforting aspects of this trip. I am so thankful I was just in time.

I’ve been racing against time, aware that both of them are showing signs of decline, especially my mother. I’m beginning to understand her more, recognizing the shifts in her behaviour. I see her as she is, and I hope others can show her the grace and patience she deserves as she enters this new stage of life. I’m halfway there now—this is my testament to honouring my parents. My joy for my in-laws is just as deep, even if the dream isn’t the same, I still want them to be part of it. Especially now, as he experiences a new country for the first time.

This is also a testament to my father. I want him to see that success isn’t reserved for returned missionaries alone. I have been blessed through my mission, in both spiritual and temporal ways, and I want him to understand that. The boy who once sacrificed to serve God, following a path that seemed impractical, wasteful, and risky for the future, is the same one who now opens doors for him to step on foreign soil as he always dreamed of as a child. The same goes for my siblings—secular skills alone aren’t enough; you need something more, something divine. You need God.

As I write this, my nose is runny, and my eyes are wet. The floor is starting to have a small puddle. I’ve been crying, and it feels so good. Finally, I can feel my emotions again. I feel so alive.

My dreams for my wife and our child are even grander. But this—this was one of my biggest dreams since I was a missionary. I once vowed that I would take my parents to places without them needing to leave our country because I believed we are in the "promised land." I am grateful for this experience—every single bit of it. My heart is full. Now that this dream is fulfilled, I can turn to the next one, perhaps the final one: taking them to America. Hahaha, I know we don’t see it the same way, but for them, it remains their "favourite country," a place they’ve seen in movies and heard about from missionaries. Their curiosity runs deep, and I promise to make that happen.

I vow to work hard, to place my faith in the heavens, knowing they have my back. My intentions are pure, and I know this is what they deserve. And if it seems impossible, then I will die trying.

[transgaysex]

man...

[drakenology]

Dumb Little Housewife

husband!bakugo x housewife!reader

warnings: smut, dumbification kink, unprotected sex, degradation, daddy kink, housewifey stuff ya know?

author’s note: hii! so this is for the new year new kink event with @butterscotchbaku . i’m a little early whoops I couldn’t help myself. go follow her page and all that junk her work is pretty amazing and i’m a HUGE fan ugh her blog is so cute 🥺. and make sure to check out some of the work that participated in this event as well. Hope yall enjoy!

6:30 am, you wake up just before Bakugo to make him his breakfast. You yawn and grab your robe off the back of the bedroom door and tip toe to the kitchen, careful not to wake your sleeping husband on the way out. You hum a little tune while you scramble some eggs and fry a little bit of bacon, happy to please the one you love.

You were grateful he could offer you such a carefree lifestyle. You cook and keep the house clean while Bakugo saves the world, brings home the cash and fucks you nice and good every night. What an even trade. Even though you wouldn’t mind working Bakugo insisted that you stay home, eager and willing to support you both. As you brewed some coffee for you and Katsuki, you find him trudging to the kitchen with a loud and abrupt yawn.

His hair was a mess on top of his head, eyes half lidded and droopy. He’s really at his sexiest when he looks half dead. You smile and hand him his mug as he walked towards you, pulling you closer to him by your waist. You giggle and give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, honey!” You say cheerfully. Bakugo takes a sip of his coffee and sits down at the table.

“G’Mornin.” He said groggily, sleep coating his already deep voice. The sound is almost like sex itself, making the spot between your legs lightly quiver. “‘M workin’ from home today so I’ll be a little busy.”

You pout, almost whine when you hear that Bakugo will basically be at home all day just to ignore you. On top of that you suddenly had an itch only he could scratch since you’re too dumb to get yourself off correctly. Or at least that’s what Katsuki would say. You sigh, feeling particularly bratty this morning and lean against the table in front of him just enough for your robe to droop down and give him a full view of your ample cleavage.

“You can be a little bit late can’t you, Suki?” You mewl, handing him his plate to eat. Bakugo shook his head, staring down into your robe. He was almost persuaded by the sight of your breasts alone but work had to come first even if his hot wife wanted to get fucked right there on the dinner table.

“No I can’t. And don’t try anything while I’m working either, Y/N. You’re already on thin fuckin’ ice.” Bakugo said with his mouth full. You roll your eyes, recalling a few nights when you pushed Katsuki to his limit but he couldn’t punish you right then and there because of work or something or other.

You took full advantage since you and Bakugo hadn’t had sex in about a week since he’d been swamped with hero work. Whether it be sending him videos of you fucking yourself with shaky and clumsy fingers or pictures of you bent over with your pretty panties showing under a dress you wore; you were really pushing your luck.

You pout, grabbing his and your dishes and loaded the dishwasher, hiking your robe up a little to show off your ass in the new thong you bought as you bent over to close the door. Bakugo walks out of the kitchen, smacking your ass hard enough to make you cum right there on the spot. You were already a little wet and needy. You gasp, closing your thighs together as you’re almost brought to your knees by just a strike to the ass.

You had an idea. An idea that was sure to make Bakugo ditch work and fuck you into a stupid bumbling mess.

8:30 am, You walk into the bedroom just past the office Bakugo had set up in to start his work and throw off your robe, adjusting your bra to push your boobs up a bit more. You strut into the office in nothing but your underwear, Bakugo not even turning his head to face you. He was too busy typing up some stupid report or whatever. You grab his chin and pull his head to face you, hovering over him to bury his face between your breasts.

“Y/N so help me...” He hissed, blushing profusely as you climb into his lap. You start to grind up against his thigh, moaning softly as you feel friction for the first time all morning.

“Can’t even work in peace. If only you could see how fucking desperate you look right now.” Bakugo said, only slightly giving in by grabbing your ass with one hand, the other still trying to work.

You bit your lip and blocked his vision of the computer screen with your head and continued to grind on his leg, annoying Bakugo to no end as you completely disobeyed him for the last time. He groaned, stopping his typing to wrap his hand around your neck and pull your ear to his lips.

“You just don’t listen, huh? If it’s dick you want, I’ll make sure you get it all, ya dumb slut.” Bakugo growls into your ear, nipping at your earlobe as you feel yourself get wetter at his lewd words and insults. Bakugo stands on his feet, lifting you up with him as he plopped you onto the desk. You rub your thighs together excitedly as he took your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Since you can’t keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself.” Bakugo said, yanking your panties to the side with fervor. You gasp as the cold air of the room greet your slick pussy, the feeling quickly being replaced with Bakugo’s thick digits findind their way inside. You whimper, trying to rub your clit to help bring your orgasm closer only to be restricted by your strong husband.

“Nuh uh. Don’t you fucking move. This is what you wanted, right? Now sit and take it like a good whore.” You mewl at his words once more, loving when he talks to you like this. God you couldn’t even compare to the fullness he gave you even with his fingers. Your head was in the clouds now at this point, Bakugo taking one hand to pinch and play with one or your nipples to emphasize the pleasure as he sped up his movements.

Sloshing sounds filled the office, your sopping wet pussy now being abused by Katsuki’s fingers as your slick coated his hand and dripped down your ass onto the desk.

“You’re making such a mess, baby. You’re a sloppy little slut, aren’t you?” Bakugo remarks with a smug look on his face, knowing you’re way too dumb to even form a sentence right now. You bumble and nod, not making a lick of sense when you speak as your moans overtake your own rational thinking.

Katsuki laughs at your dumb little face, tongue lolling out as you pant and cry out for more. Your vision becomes hazy as you come so close to cumming, pleading for Katsuki to make you cum on his fingers since you were being so good only for him to laugh at you. He stops his movements as soon as he felt you were even slightly clenching around him, causing your breathe to be uneven. You let out a pathetic sob, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you come down from your almost high.

“Ooh... So close.” Bakugo mocked. “What’s the matter? I thought this is what you wanted. Don’t tell me your punishment’s too much for you.” You shake your head no, the only thing you have the strength to muster as you pant and rub your thighs together to start up your high again.

He lets your hands go and stands you up to bend you over the desk, your wobbly legs barely able to keep you stable as you stumble around. Bakugo chuckled darkly at the state of you, almost ready to ruin you completely over and over again to get you off his back for long enough to get some work done.

“You know what’s coming next, hm?” Bakugo asked lowly, sending convulsions into your pussy at the thought of what he was about to do.

“N-No daddy p-please don’t.” You beg. He was about to spank you, enough times to make up for all the punishments you’ve missed. You whimper as you feel a sharp strike against your ass, the sting fading into delicious pleasure as your slick dripped down your thighs.

“Count.” Bakugo demands, striking you again causing you to yelp and whine for him to stop. “I said count. Not beg. You get two extra for that.”

“Th-Th-Three!” You squeal as he strikes you again. At this point you’re drenched and regretting even pulling this stunt on your husband, forgetting all about all the things you’ve been doing to him to tease and piss him off.

Smack after smack almost sent you into orbit as your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each hit. You huff as you reach the last hit, your pussy clenching around nothing as you hold yourself back from cumming.

“Th-thirteen-fuck! Thirteen.” You whine, your head burried into your arms as you sob. Bakugo was laughing at you the entire beating, loving the way your body jolted with every blow he delivered to your juicy ass. He was hard as a rock at this point and really wanted to fuck you into oblivion.

“Hm.. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Whatddaya think, princess?” Bakugo asked rubbing circles into your sore ass cheeks.

“Yes! God yes please fuck me, Daddy. I need youu. I’ll be good I promise I won’t bother you anymor-“ You ramble, whining and begging until Katsuki shut you up with a nice filling. Your pussy deliciously stretched to accommodate his impressive size, sobbing into your hands as you cover your face.

You’re so happy your husband was filling you to the brim that your eyes start to tear up, the feeling of his dick kissing your cervix enough to make you clench around him bliss. You let out loud high pitched moans along with frantic thank yous and I love yous as Bakugo ruts into you like a bat outta hell.

“Ya like that? Huh, baby? I know you fuckin’ do, ya little whore.” Bakugo hissed into your ear, already knowing the answer as you babble nonsense into the desk. “That’s right baby take me. Hah, you feel so fucking good right now.” Fuck he was killing you, but it felt so good. Bakugo was fucking you so hard you could hardly keep up with his pace, holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life as he pounded your poor pussy. White lights flash behind your eyes as you come close to cumming for the second time, this time harder than the last. You try and as permission instead coming out as a bumbling mess unable to even form a coherent sentence as Bakugo fucked you into euphoria.

“I-I’m g-gonna- Hah! Ughhhn, sh-shittt- ah! D-d-d-daddyyyy!” you whine

“I can tell you’re close. My poor stupid baby can’t even tell me she’s about to cum for me.” Bakugo said, rutting into at a sudden sloppy pace as he comes close to his own release. You loved his last few thrusts before he came, cumming way before he does from the feeling of his cock throbbing profusely inside you.

You’re a screaming spectical now, your spongy walls clamping down on your husband’s big fat cock, Bakugo cooing praises into your ear as he came hot inside you right after you from the feeling of your tightness. You seemed to milk him for everything he had, Bakugo slowly pulling out after fucking his seed into you to watch his seed spill out of your used up pussy with glee. Bakugo smacks your ass one last time and pulled his pants back up, you still unable to move from the desk as he led you to the bathroom to get you to clean up.

“Ya happy now?” Bakugo said starting your bath as you sat on the edge of the tub. You nod, still hazy and drunk off Bakugo’s dick. He kissed your forehead and ran back to the office after hearing his skype going off. You giggle and wait for the bath to fill, deeply madly and truly in love with the man who just demolished you.

“Oi! Don’t let the water overflow, you idiot!”

[sideofcalimary]

Care for you [Mini Arc]

Izuku: Hold still

Deadpool: You understand how pointless this is, right?

Izuku: so? You're the one who came onto my fire escape with half your guts missing!

Deadpool: It'll grow back

Izuku: Yeah but I'll forever be scarred with the sight of you with a hole through your chest

Deadpool: You're into chests, aren't ya? Full view of the best rack you can get

Izuku jabs at part of injury making Deadpool wince and glare at him Izuku continues to wrap bandages around his torso: You lost one of your lungs, you shouldn't even be talking so much

Deadpool: Then shut me up, dweeb

Izuku sighs, frustrated and annoyed. He wished he could use his webs to shut his mouth Deadpool: Hah that's what I thought

Izuku: You're impossible

Deadpool: And you're stubborn. I told you I'll be fine-

Izuku: WELL YOU'RE NOT FINE NOW!

Izuku sniffles, unable to hide his face behind his fridge as the rest of his hair was tied back. He grips at the bandages tightly, glaring at Deadpool's covered up injury knowing full well it was slowly regenerating but still bleeding out

He wasn't there to help his hero partner

he's injured because of Spiderman

/Because I wasn't there to watch his back/ Deadpool: Oi, dork, stop that

Deadpool's voice was uncharacteristically soft as he reaches up with his ungloved hand to wipe away Izuku's crocodile tears, being careful of his glasses that started getting wet

Izuku: I-I can't... I can't just stop worrying about you, you jerk! Deadpool: Izu-

Izuku: No! I'm allowed to worry about you because you're my friend! I'm allowed to worry because believe it or not I care about you more then you care to realize! Izuku shakily fixes the bandages and cuts it off, moving Deadpool's hand away to wipe his own tears on his sleeve

Izuku: I get it, okay? You can heal from anything but there's always a limit, Deadpool! There's a limit and I don't wanna sit here wondering if you went past it. You can say you're immortal all you want but- But that won't stop me from -sniffle- from wondering if I'll be able to save you when you-

Deadpool cups his teary eyed face, gently holding it as if it was a precious thing. He takes off his glasses and puts them aside He then pulls Izuku's head to rest on his shoulder, letting him sob, noting how he kept his body away to avoid touching Deadpool's injury. But the hero couldn't care less and pulls him onto his leg, arms wrapped securely around the smaller body as if to protect him from the world Izuku sobs onto his bare shoulder and closes his eyes tight. His hands balled into fists, pressed up against Deadpool who gently rubs his nape and holds his waist close

Deadpool: Listen.. I ain't the best with this comforting shit but none of this is your fault

Izuku: It is-

Deadpool: No, the fuck, it's not. I went into that building alone and got hurt because of myself. I won the brawl and saved those people because that's what I came there to do. If getting half my guts blown out means I win and save, then it's fucking worth it. You weren't there and I'm glad you weren't. Last thing I want is for you to get involved and get hurt too

Izuku says nothing to that and presses his face against his neck, letting the silence and the wind from his window fill the air

They stay like that for a while. Neither was sure for how long of if the other was even still awake. By then Deadpool had probably half way grown back his other lung

Izuku broke the silence with a whisper. His voice small but his breath rolls across Deadpool's bare neck Deadpool: Run that by me again? lil louder this time?

Izuku lets out a wet giggle: I just said that I'm glad you came to me first

/Liar/

Deadpool: Your place was closer and I was exhausted

//Liar//

Izuku: So I was just a pit-stop? Deadpool: I don't think pit-stops are supposed to cry when the car runs out of gas

Izuku: more like lost it's interior...

Deadpool chuckles at that and ruffles his hair, loosening the ponytail making shorter strands fall out and curl Izuku giggles softly at that and relaxes into the hero's hold

Deadpool: Feeling better?

Izuku: No. You?

Deadpool: Tired

Izuku: Then can you stay for a bit longer?

Deadpool: What? So you can tuck me in and nurse me back to health?

Izuku: No, so I can make sure you don't lose your brain next time

Deadpool: If it means you'll stop being a worry wort and giving me a bath with your tears, then whatever

Izuku smiles against his neck and rests his palms flat against his bandaged chest Izuku: How considerate of you

Deadpool: I know. I'm the poster boy for kindness

Izuku: That's one shitty poster

Deadpool snorts: You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Izuku: No but I'll kiss you if you don't shut up now and take a nap dead silence

/Fuck/

//FUCK//

Neither of them said anything after that, both processing the words Izuku just blurted out. Both coming to different conclusions

Maybe it was best they both rest the night . . .

Izuku woke up in the middle of the night laying in his bed, blanket tucked in to keep him warm and no hero in sight. With a sad sigh, he curls up into himself and buries his face into his pillow.

/I'll save you too... I promise/ . . .

Katsuki couldn't sleep. He eyes his ceiling, repeating the events of the day that lead him to where he is now. His hands over his eyes trying to make sense of it all as his heart beats against his chest

/The fuck are you doing to me, Deku?/

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Katsuki: So is this just your new steak out spot?

Spiderman looks back, feet dangling off the ledge with his hood blowing in the wind: Hey, Katsuki-San. You out for fresh air again?

Katsuki: Need to clear my head

Spiderman: Something bothering you?

Katsuki: Why should I tell you that?

Spiderman: You don't have to but the offer's on the table. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets Katsuki clicks his tongue: Doubt it. Seem like the type of guy who'd spill his social security number to an orphan

Spiderman: Ye of little faith

Katsuki: Ye of careless naivety

Spiderman giggles and looks out into the street. Katsuki joins him on the ledge He sits with Spiderman for once, one leg propped up to rest his arm on while the other was left dangling. The wind carelessly blowing through his spikes.

He glances at Spiderman, observing his jaw move but no sound coming out They go back to silence. But the usual comfort wasn't there. They both seemed to have a lot on their mind but it was Spiderman who broke first

A token for an arcade flicks in front of Katsuki and he reflexively catches it, staring at the silver coin with fronded brows Spiderman: A token for your thoughts?

Katsuki snorts and flicks the coin up, catching it again: What, don't have a penny?

Spiderman: It's very convenience to carry coins when you do hero work

Katsuki smiles at that. A warmth blossoms in his chest Katsuki: Tough luck, Spiderman. My thoughts cost more then a chucky cheese token

Spiderman: well... then how about I tell you what's on my mind and you tell me what's on yours? Seems like a fair trade

Katsuki: Not if your thoughts are dumb and pointless

Spiderman: hey! I have plenty of great thoughts! This one is just a lot more feelings then actual brains

Katsuki seemed interested: Feelings huh?

Spiderman: Nah uh, I'm not telling you any more unless you promise to tell me what're on your mind too Katsuki contemplates his answer. His crimson eyes stare at the token before flicking it back to the hero. Lucky he caught it

Katsuki: Whatever. Not like you knowing would matter

Spiderman seemed to beam behind his mask and it made Katsuki's heart soar He wishes he could see his smile behind the mask

Spiderman holds the token and takes a deep breath: Okay, this is gonna sound weird but... It's about a person

Katsuki: Gonna have to be more specific

Spiderman: We never agreed on that Katsuki rolls his eyes but lets him continue

Spiderman: So this person... we don't know each other that well but we've talked a lot and we've been getting close recently. He's- they're-

Katsuki raised a brow

Spiderman: Fine. He's a really nice guy, but he doesn't think he is, you know? He's rude and vulgar. The first time we met he was so angry after I saved him

Katsuki's heart beat speeds up

Spiderman: I didn't... I didn't like him at first. He was so rude and kept yelling at me after what happened Katsuki internally cringes as he remembers cursing the hero out when he was first saved by him

Spiderman: But... I don't know, after we got to know each other and talked more he just... he just showed this softer side of him I never knew about Katsuki's ears turned pink

Spiderman: He was still rough around the edges but I could tell he was worried about me and that.. that he cares... a lot more then he realizes

Katsuki gulps: Y-yeah..? Spiderman looks at him and giggles. It was music to his ears

Spiderman: yeah. He just cares differently. He denies it a lot too, says he just doesn't wanna get blood everywhere or be to blame when I get hurt. He's funny too

Katsuki can hear his heart beating in his ear Spiderman: He's made me laugh a lot and... I don't know, I get this feeling in my stomach whenever he laughs at my jokes too

Katsuki feels his palms sweat, remembering the times Spiderman would try to make him laugh whenever he stopped by Every sounds around him felt numb as Spiderman's hand laid by his side, so close to his own as if intentional

Spiderman: He's smart, considerate, pretty sure he'd end up winning a Nobel prize if he tried.

Katsuki inches his hand closer, so close to touching his finger tips

Spiderman: I-it's embarrassing to admit but I kinda maybe.. always found his intelligence... attractive? I don't know, is that weird?

Katsuki gulps down his nerves: Why would it be? Sapiosexual is a thing

Spiderman laughs at that and rubs his own cheek as if to rub away a blush Fuck does Katsuki wish he could see that

Spiderman: Yeah I guess but sex isn't really that high up on why I may or may not like him... T-though it's hard to deny he is... physically appealing

Katsuki let's out a choked cough: Y-yeah?? Spiderman: Aaahh this is embarrassing! I've already said too much!

Spiderman moves both hands to pull his hood over his head, tryin to cover his masked face Spiderman: Basically, there's this guy that's been on my mind for a while and I may or may not be developing feelings for him ever since I got to know him better. But it's crazy a-and I don't have time for a relationship-

Katsuki: We can make it work

Spiderman: huh..? /I'm gonna throw myself off this GODDAMN BUILDING-/

Katsuki coughs and tucks his hand into his pocket: I said it's a lot of work. But if you really like this guy and  if they like you back, which is possible, you'll find a way to make it work Spiderman sighs and looks at Katsuki, staring at those burning red eyes: You really..  think it would work out between us...? Even with all the hero stuff..?

Katsuki felt like he was having a cardiac arrest: Yeah... Yeah I do...

Spiderman leans in close: Katsuki...

Katsuki felt like the world was melting around him, that nothing else was going to matter then this moment: Spiderman...

In a second, Katsuki found himself in a hug. Strong arms wrapped around his neck with a head on his shoulder In an instant, Katsuki wraps his arms around the hero's waist and felt his entire body ignite

This was it

He was falling

Spiderman: Thanks... The next time I see him, I'll find the courage to ask him out

and he crashed

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Katsuki stares at Izuku in disbelief, watching as the smaller young man fiddles with his cardigan sleeve

Izuku: Kacchan-

Katsuki: are you fucking serious right now, Deku? You of all people?

Izuku: I-I.. I knew I couldn't hide fro-from you.. you'd find out eventually an-and I'd rather it would come from me! It was my fault! I don't wanna deny it because.. because it was a conscious choice!

Katsuki: You cheated.. on purpose Izuku gulps as Katsuki got closer, a menicing aura wrapped around him

Katsuki: After everything I've fucking done for you. After all the SHIT we've been through. After everything! You CHEAT!?!

Izuku: Ka-Ka WHAAAA!

Izuku yelps as two strong arms cage him in against the wall Katsuki stares him down, a deep frown in his brow: NO! Fuck you! I've known you since we were diapers! I know you better than anyone and I know for a FACT you didn't do this because you wanted to!

Izuku: I did! I did and I'm sorry I- Katsuki: CUT THE BULLSHIT, BROCCOLI BRAIN! Who set you up!

Katsuki was getting frustrated but instead of fessing up, Izuku's lip wobbles and soon, the water works started going

Izuku: NO ONE! NO ONE SET IT UP BECAUSE I DID IT! I ASKED FOR IT! I ASKED FOR IT BECAUSE- BECAUSE

Katsuki's frown faltered as his grip on the wall loosened, staring at Izuku tries to move his glasses away to wipe his tears on his woolen sleeve

Izuku sniffles and looks away in shame: B-Because... I-I got desperate... I didn't wanna cheat but-but- Izuku covers his eyes with his sleeve, wanting the wall to eat him: I-I couldn't understand the last parts you taught me a-and I stayed up all night... I thought that m-maybe cheating on the l-last part of the test would be okay but I felt so-so guilty cause you- Izuku looks at Katsuki, unable to see him due to both his blurry vision and his tears: -I could never lie to Kacchan. And Kacchan was so nice enough to teach me the material

Katsuki stares at Izuku. Though still angry, seeing his tearful face did annoying things to his chest Katsuki: Alright alright, cut that shit out because you flood the whole room, dumbass

Izuku sniffles, still trying to wipe his tears away. Still so guilty and tired and it showed. He already looked like a mess since this morning, and now? He looked dead Izuku: I'm really sorry...

Katsuki groans in frustration and moves back, angrily taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and tossed it at Izuku's face: Whatever! Just don't do that shit again and get some goddamn sleep! Auntie ain't gonna be happy if you come home dead

Izuku takes the handkerchief and pulls it down low enough below his nose, sniffling as his big doe eyes stare at Katsuki's blurry figure, unaware of the pink shade of his ears: I'm so-

Katsuki: Apologize one more time and I'll give you another thing to cry about Izuku: ... Are you disappointed in me?

Katsuki: yeah. But I ain't gonna tattoo this onto your forehead as a constant reminder. I'm pissed but you're probably more upset at yourself then I am of you

Izuku: .. you got me there Izuku wipes the rest of his tears and cleans his glasses. His hair was an absolute disaster and looked a little pail. Katsuki was about to berate him about sleeping late again when Let It Go starts playing

Quickly, Izuku fumbles his phone out of his pocket and sniffles Izuku answers it, clutching the handkerchief a bit looser as a familiar voice comes in the line

Katsuki frowned his brow

/Pay attention to me/

He unconsciously thinks as he unapologetically listens to the one side of the conversation Izuku: Shoto-Kun.. yeah class just ended, I'm in the hall with Kacchan... What? Oh no no I-I'm fine really, just-just a cold

Izuku could feel Katsuki's glare from that lie

Izuku: .. uh yeah I'll meet you there. I just need to get cleaned up... Sure we can take your car

Izuku paused for a second, a soft breath of a giggle escapes him from something Shoto said

/Don't laugh for him/

Katsuki shakes his head at that frustrating thought and listens as Izuku says his final goodbye before hanging up

Katsuki: Where the fuck are you and Elsa going? Izuku: ah Shoto-Kun invited me over to his place for dinner. We usually eat out after an exam to blow off steam

Katsuki's eye twitches at that. He didn't like the idea of Izuku going to HalfnHalf's place alone. He didn't like that he was going there when he looked... Vulnerable Katsuki, without much of a second thought, makes a decision: Cancel with him

Izuku: I- what?

Katsuki: you going deaf too, dumbass? Cancel your plans, you're having dinner with me tonight It takes a few seconds for the words to actually dawn on them before Izuku's face turned several shades red

/Strawberry/

Izuku: W-WHAT?!? Katsuki: DON'T MAKE ME FUCKING REPEAT MYSELF A THIRD TIME, DIPSHIT! You're having dinner with me and I'm going cram so much knowledge into your nerd brain that you won't even consider pulling this shit again! Ya hear?! Or do I have to write it down on your fucking dumb face?!

Izuku squeaks and straightens up, completely thrown off guard but answered automatically: Ye-ye-YES KACCHAN!

Katsuki huffs and flicks Izuku's forehead: Good. Be there by 6:30 sharp or you're eating on the floor

With that, Katsuki walks off, walking faster then usual //what the fuck was that.. WAHT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?//

• • •

Izuku stays there by the wall, trying to process everything that just happened in the past 15 minutes before Let It Go starts playing again He answers, Shoto's voice rang confused: Izuku? You okay?

Izuku: uh.. sh-shoto-Kun, can we cancel for tonight?

Shoto: why? My sister's making katsudon

Izuku: Kacchan he uh he invited me over- well told me to come over for dinner with him instead Shoto was quiet on the other line as the cogs in his head turned

Shoto: Don't wear your Dress Shirt shirt for your date

Izuku: SHOTO-KUN!

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Katsuki: Shitty Hair, get the fuck out

Eijiro stops mid bite of his burrito: What??? What did I do? if it's about your left over curry, it was Denki! I told him not to eat it but-

Katsuki: /What/

Eijiro lowers his burrito: .. This isn't about the curry..?

Katsuki takes a deep breath, grinding his teeth and pinching between his brows: I'm gonna let this slide if you get the fuck out for tonight. I'll call you when you can come back Eijiro: Are you gonna torture someone for information again? I thought you said you wouldn't do it here anymore! The neighbors already hate us and I don't wanna bother Mrs. Nakamura

Katsuki: Shut up and DI-

Eijiro gives him a look

Katsuki growls and curses under his breath Katsuki: Kirishima, I need you out of the apartment for a private thing I don't wanna talk about. So can you... /please/... leave

silence

Eijiro: ... oh my god you're gETTING LAI-

. . . Izuku checks himself in the lobby window, adjusting his arm compression sleeves in a desperate attempt to hide the new bruises he received from last time's fight

Izuku: Can't believe I actually dressed up... What am I doing.. He mutters to himself, fiddling with the buttons of his nice dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to half his forearm. khaki's he only wears on special occasions were nicely irons.

He even tried to fix his hair! Unfortunately that required too much of the hairgel he got as a gift in high school

It didn't help that he had his big bright yellow backpack on him.

Overall, he looked like it was his first day of school and his mom dressed him up for picture day

Izuku: .. this was such a bad idea

Eijiro: What is?

The little scream Izuku maid echoed through the lobby as the shorter man covers his mouth

Eijiro chuckles: Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya again. Whatcha doing here, Toshi? //Right. Toshi//

Izuku uncovers his mouth and gives an awkward smile: I'm sorry uh I'm here to... uh study with a friend over dinner..?

Eijiro: Ooohh that would explain the getup! Nice hair gel by the way

Izuku: oh no no it's not- I-I'm not- I- Thanks? - I'm sorry! Eijiro: Whoa whoa little dude, I'm just teasing. I don't wanna hold you up either. My roommate just literally kicked me out of my apartment so I'm heading to my girlfriend's place for an impromptu date night too!

Izuku felt his entire face go red trying to be polite While also trying to convey that it WASN'T a date

Eijiro: Well I'm gonna go. Have fun on your studydate!

Izuku: T-Thanks- wait it's not-

but he was already gone

Izuku: It's not a date... I think . . .

Katsuki: What in the fuck are you wearing?

Izuku: uh...

Katsuki: Are you going to a fucking interview with Apple?

Izuku: No but- Well I don't come over often-

Katsuki: the last time you came over, you had on a Tshirt that said dress shirt on it. I didn't think you owned an actual dress shirt

Izuku pouts: I own nice clothes too!

Katsuki: The nicest clothes I've seen you wear were a pair of jeans my mom gave you in middle school Izuku: And they were really nice!

Katsuki: you paired it with the ugliest Hawaiian shirt in the goddamn planet

Izuku: Kacchaaannn can you please let me in before someone walks out and hears about my non existent fashion sense?

Katsuki: They don't need to listen to know that Izuku pouts as he walked in, putting his shoes to the side and goes to put his bag on the couch

He's been here before, enough times to be familiar with it but he's never met the other person who lived there

Izuku could smell spices from the kitchen and follows the smell Izuku: Teriyaki?

Katsuki's voice comes out from one of the rooms in the house: Good, you didn't loose your sense of smell too. Now get the fuck out my kitchen and put this on

Izuku: Put what-

Katsuki threw a large black shirt at Izuku as well as a pair of sweatpants Katsuki: Go to the bathroom and wash off that god awful hair gel! You look fucking stupid. There's spare towels under the sink you can use

He walks past izuku to continue his cooking, glaring at the other boy who held the clothes and froze in place

Katsuki: the fuck are you waitin for? Christmas? Go change or I'll fucking do it for you!

Izuku: OKAY OKAY! Geez Kacchan... Last time I try to dress up...

Katsuki scoffs as Izuku scurries to the bathroom: I'd rather you wear your shitty graphic Ts then whatever the fuck THAT is Izuku calls from the bathroom: I'm sorry my mom doesn't work in the fashion industry!

Katsuki: Auntie's right pinky has a better sense of style then you do! Now shut up or I'll feed you your own shirt!

. . . Izuku: Hey Kacchan?

Katsuki focuses on his cooking: What?

Izuku: Your clothes are too big

Katsuki: Unless they're falling off you, I don't see the fucking problem

Izuku sighs: Don't you have a smaller shirt at least?

Katsuki: That IS my smallest shirt Izuku: How?? You're not even that big!

Katsuki turns off the stove and turns towards Izuku: Ex-fucking-scuse you?

Izuku stands there, shirt going past his hips, compression sleeves still on, pants rolled up past his ankles and clearly tightened to hold up His hair was back to it's unruly mess on his head. It was still damp and slightly flattened but had so many strands sticking out as if he just woke up. His glasses were askew, and his face?

red as a strawberry Katsuki: Hah still a scrawny loser

Izuku pouts, wanting to retort but he couldn't really tell him about his new muscles: If you were just gonna make fun of me all night, I would've just gone over to Shoto-Kun's place Katsuki paused, a mental image of Izuku in Shoto's clothes flashed into his mind. It.. irritated him

Katsuki: Shut the fuck up and set the table or else you're eating off the counter

Izuku: okay okay!

Katsuki proceeds to plate their food and glances at izuku He watches him set the table, frustrated about how his damp hair keeps getting in his face again

He puts their food down and leaves to his room again, coming back to see izuku already seated and patiently waiting. His big doe eyes stare at the nicely plated Teriyaki Tofu Katsuki: Oi Nerd, catch

Izuku: What-

Izuku flinches as headband flicks onto his face, tilting his glasses as they sit on his head

Katsuki: Put it on. Don't want ya choking on your own hair

Izuku: Old habits die hard...

Katsuki takes his seat across from Izuku and glares

Katsuki: The fuck's THAT supposed to mean?

Izuku chuckles and puts the headband over his head, pushing it up to push his hair back, making it go wild behind his head: Throwing things at my head. You've always done it since we were kids but only ever to me Katsuki rolls his eyes and grabs a pair of chopsticks: Don't go thinking you're special, dipshit. You've always had horrible hand-eye-coordination. not to mention how often you space out. throwing it at your face is more effective then trying to hand it to you Izuku pouts and starts to eat: I'm not that bad! I've gotten better at focusing on my surroundings

Katsuki: Yet you can't catch for shit

Izuku: You didn't warn me!

Katsuki: I said 'catch', didn't I? Or are ya going deaf too?

izuku: so mean, Kacchan... Izuku pouts but it was clear he was struggling to stay upset as he keeps eating. It looked like he was resisting the urge to comment on the food

But Katsuki knew: If ya got somethin to say, say it Izuku huffs stubbornly: No, I'm gonna give you the satisfaction of complementing your cooking!

Katsuki: Don't need it. Your face gives it away. You'd fail a lie detector test without being hooked up to one

Izuku: I can't help it! My face has always been expressive

Katsuki: And that's why you'd suck at poker

. . . Dinner was finished, the dishes were put away, the two sit on the floor in front of the coffee table, and bickering filled the space

There was a reason why they don't study together in the library anymore... Katsuki: Are you FUCKING with me right now???

Izuku: No! I haven't been for the past half hour!

Katsuki: You got into this school from a SCHOLERSHIP but you can memorize-

Izuku: I HAVE A LOT ON MY MIND!

Katsuki: WELL FUCKING EMPTY YOUR BRAIN OR I'LL DO IT FOR YOU! Izuku: THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!

Katsuki: YOUR FACE DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!

Izuku:/YOUR/ FACE DOEN'T MAKE SENSE!

Katsuki: YOU CAN'T JUST REPEAT WHAT I SAY AND THINK YOU CAN WIN!

Izuku: YoU cAn'T JUst RerEaT- AAAHHHH It took about 10 seconds before Katsuki had Izuku pinned against him in a head lock. One of his legs over Izuku's to keep him from kicking

Katsuki: You LITTLE SHIT

Izuku yelps and tries to wiggle away, knowing he couldn't use his full strength and decided

/Plus Ultra/

The second Izuku has his hand Katsuki's side, He was immediately pinned to the ground, wrists together pinned over his head, Katsuki sitting his leg over his to keep him down.

Katsuki glares: Don't. you. fucking. dare.

Izuku stares up at him, vision blurry He didn't know when his glasses came off but hopped they weren't broken

Izuku lets out a breathy laugh: Still ticklish?

Katsuki: Shut. Up

Izuku: So that's a yes Katsuki: You tell ANYONE about this and I'll make sure everyone knows you have a thing for Iron Man

Izuku: HAD! /HAD/! I WAS 12!

Katsuki: Hah you just admitted you did

Izuku: I'll tell everyone about your self insert hero sona! Katsuki: FUCK YOU! GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT IS COOL AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT!

Izuku: HIS POWER IS EXPLOSIVE SWEAT!

Katsuki: DON'T ACT LIKE YOURS WASN'T A GARY SUE! CHOOSEN ONE MY ASS!

Izuku: I WAS 8

Katsuki: YEAH! A SHITTY 8 YEAR OLD WITH NO ORIGINALITY! Izuku: Rude! I was inspired!

Katsuki: Yours was a rip off green bunny All Might and you know it!

And they went on

and on

and on

Studying was abandoned, nostalgia filled the air, and the two lost track of time

Izuku fell asleep on the couch. Katsuki put a blanket over him and cleaned up before heading to his room

He called Auntie Inko about Izuku's overnight stay before going to bed himself . . . Ashido: Got a text from BakuBabe yet?

Eijiro checks his phone: Nope

Ashido: He's definitely getting laid

Eijiro: Yup. And YOU owe me a playstation

Ashido mourns the loss of her new vanity mirror

/Damn you Katsuki. I had hope for you and Spidey/

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Spiderman: So how's it hangin?

Deadpool: Oh hardy Har har. Since when did you develop a sense of humor?

Spiderman: You've been rubbing off on me

Deadpool: So you admit I'm hilarious?

Spiderman: I never denied it. But I wouldn't count on a comedy career

Spiderman climbs up the wall and slides past Deadpool, taking one of his daggers from his boot as he goes

Deadpool: Damn, who gave you Wonka's golden ticket today? Spiderman rolls his eyes: No one, I'm just in a good mood

he shoots a web at the ceiling, hanging himself upside down with Deadpool who was tied up Deadpool: And what happened to achieve that? At this point you scold me, I profess my love for you, you think about kissing me but reject me instead, then we proceed to kick ass Spiderman feels his face heat up behind his mask: Is it so hard to believe that maybe I'm actually happy to see you?

Deadpool: ... Excuse me what

Spiderman shakes his hand and throws the dagger up, cutting Deadpool out and quickly catches him with his web before he falls

Spiderman: I know I'm usually all serious with you but believe it or not I don't find you insufferable

Spiderman lowers him to the ground and webs the dagger back into his hand, jumping down and cutting the binds

Deadpool: Are you... openly expressing that you like me back? Spiderman was glad he has his mask on or else he would've known the truth

Spiderman: I-I'm openly expressing how much I appreciate you and that I'm proud of how far you've come

Deadpool: Oh I can come real fa-

Spiderman shoots a web at his face Spiderman: I take it back. You still have the sense of humor of a 13 year old who discovered what a boob is

Deadpool's voice was muffled as he laughs and reaches for the hero: Spideeeyy~

Spiderman starts to walk away: Nope. Ruined it.

Deadpool takes off the web from his mask Deadpool: Oh come on, BugBabe~

Spiderman: Ruined it

Deadpool: then let's rewind, I'll apologize, and maybe I can show you how far I have come

Spiderman: Oh my GOD-

Deadpool grins behind the mask and leans down: Who has the dirty mind now?

Spiderman was about to retort when they heard sirens. The police were getting faster these days. that or their bickering was getting longer

Spiderman shot his web up and grabs at Deadpool's hand to swing them up. All the while Deadpool stares at their joined hands Before he could comment, they were already in the air, swinging over the streets. Their hands held tightly

Deadpool: Hey Spidey! Does this mean we're dating?

Spiderman: Gonna have to take me on a date first

Deadpool short-circuits /Is he for real?/

Deadpool: Wait, you mean it??

Spiderman laughs and swings them onto a building's balcony, sitting on the rail while Deadpool stood, staring at the hero, waiting for his answer

Their hands still together

/Wonder what it feels like without the gloves/ Spiderman: As I was saying before you ruined the moment

Spiderman grabbed his attention and lifted up their hands. Deadpool could hear his heart in his ear

Spiderman: You're great, Deadpool. And even though we got off on the wrong foot, I'm glad I got to know you

/Holy shit/

Spiderman: I...

Deadpool leans in. Spiderman doesn't back away

Spiderman: I...

They lock lenses

Spiderman: Deadpool I-

SNAP

Both turn their heads to the sound. Towards the balcony window... and the owner of it... and her camera Ochako: Oh

Spiderman: My

Deadpool: GOD-DAMN IT

[simp4ace]

meeting Sabo again after a long time of longing and separation

A/N: So I just want to try writing something soft, but with my broken heart, I have a bad tendency to make things look worse at first. But don't worry, there's fluff and maybe a bit suggestive at the end >< Therefore I hope you guys enjoy it. And no, I'm not very good at writing romance, I'm learning, please be kind and give me any recommendation so that I can improve myself. Love you all! <3

WC: 752

warning: a bit angst, and a bit suggestive, but more kiss and fluff hehe

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You cannot sleep. It's past midnight now; the full moon is gleaming through the clouds, and the moonlight - just like silver silk - dangles from the window, settling peacefully on your bedsheet. You let out a sigh, feeling the sadness and lonesome slowly grow in your heart. Sabo has gone on a mission for a time that feels like forever, and your patience is at its limit. You understand that his job is dangerous and busy and all, but...

You just miss him...Too much.

And it's hurt not seeing him in such a long time. Four months? Five months? You don't know anymore.

What if you are being too selfish? Too pettiness? What if Sabo won't love a girl like you no more when he knows those ugly thoughts? You know very well that he, more than anyone, loves freedom and impunity. Love is not an excuse for tying him in one place.

You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, as a wave of melancholy overwhelmed all over your body. This is bad! You sob, trying hard to choke back the tears, but it's no use. Tears start streaming down and you tremble with all the tangled thoughts of yours.

'Y/n?' A small, surprised voice resounds in the dark, the voice that you have been craving for it days and nights.

You turn to the door, which is now opened. Your vision is blurry, you cannot see clearly at all, yet you still can recognize the iconic top hat of your loved ones.

'Sabo?' You let out a broken voice, disbelief. Is it for real?

Sabo puts his package down, hurry to your bed, worry in his voice when he sits down, throwing his arm around you.

'Y/n? What's happened?' He gently sweeps always the tears, so that you can see his face more clearly now. It's the same Sabo you love so much; his deep, blue ocean eyes under the scar, his neatly combed curly blonde hair. It's Sabo. It's Sabo. Those words repeat themselves in your mind continuously.

'Sabo!' You cry out, pulling him into a tight hug. You snuggle into his neck; the familiar scent makes you feel safe and sound as you hug him even tighter. In a flash, all the misery and yearning faded. You don't say no word, but Sabo seems to get it all at once. He runs his hands through your loose hair, pulling you even closer to him. His voice cracks as he whispers his apology into your ears. Your heart flutters with his words, you can feel the love and longing of him for you. And you think of how silly you were, worrying all over the trivial things. In the end, it does not matter anymore as long as both of you still think of each other.

You burst into tears again, but now in happiness. Sabo rubs your back in small circles, keeps whispering softly and now, which each word he would give you a gentle kiss. He kisses away your tears, pecks your nose, puts a kiss here and there all over your face, and caresses your lips with endless smooches.

'I miss you like crazy, y/n' Sabo sighs between two breaths, his hands now wandering down to your waist, gently squeezing it. You can almost feel the heat starts rising, slowly and tenderly, as if someone had lit a fire in your lower abdomen. Shivers run down your spine as now Sabo's kisses become deeper, hungrier, and more demanding. You bury your hands into his hair, clinging to him because somehow you have lost all your strength; your body shudders with each time your tounges meet each other, making weird yet lustful sounds. His breath becomes heavier, and you can see your ecstatic face reflected in his burning gazes.

'May I?' Sabo smiles softly at you, knowing too well that you can't say no to him.

'Just promise me one thing.' You murmur, pulling him down on the bed.

'Yes, darling?'

'Next time, please make sure to write me a letter once a week. I'm worried about not hearing anything from you. And you suck with the den den mushi!'

Sabo giggles. Love and pampering fill his eyes.

'I will write for you every day if it's alright, my lady.'

He lay a soft kiss on your cheek and pulls the blanket over two of you.

The silver moonlight shines through the window, spreading across the floor, and so the moon outside seems to shimmer more than ever.

[jaesvelvet]

scariest night — hamada asahi

warnings: grammartical errors

words: 1.8k words

pairing: husband! asahi + fem reader

notes: hi!! before you read this, i didn't study about medical so i didn't know if it make sense or not and enjoy reading!! <3

You open your eyes when your throat feels dry, you turn to your left— not surprised when Asahi is not there, beside you. He must be sleeping in the studio... Again.

You didn’t realize when you let out a sigh from your mouth, it’s been a month he didn’t come home often. Of course, you understand his work as a producer. He is completely busy in comeback season, and you wouldn’t mind if he sleeps in the studio for a day or two, not for a month. You want to talk to him about this but every time you want to speak up he is either asleep or playing with your daughter, Aimi.

It’s 2 am now, he didn’t even bother to text you or call. You get annoyed at his behavior, leaving you and your daughter alone.

Grabbing the water bottle from your nightstand, you take a sip for your dry throat. The sound of the door creaked, making your eyes look up to the door, hoping for Asahi. Your eyes soften when the person who opened the door is not Asahi but Aimi, pouting while hugging her teddy bear tightly.

“What’s wrong baby?” you asked, get out from the bed you shared with Asahi, walk towards your daughter.

“There’s a monster under my bed,” she said slowly, showing her puppy eyes to you. You smile, it’s not the first time she said there’s a monster under her bed, this is one of her tricks to sleep with you and Asahi.

“Really? Do you want to sleep with mama then?” you asked, caressing her brown silky hair.

Aimi nods her head

“And papa too!”

“Honey I’m sorry, Papa is still at work, tonight you sleep with me okay?” you said earning a pout from her.

“Why is Papa always not here?” she asked

“Well, Papa needs to raise us so he needs to work hard for money”

“I miss Papa,” she said

You kiss her forehead and carry her to bed

“I miss Papa too” you murmur, making sure the little girl didn’t hear.

+.*

You toss your phone to the couch, cursing under your breathe as Asahi didn’t pick up your call. You wander around your living room, having no idea how to reach your husband. Aimi has been coughing nonstop this week, you wouldn't bother to call Asahi if it’s just a normal cough, but when she said her chest pain whenever she cough, that made you worried sick.

Your phone rang making you flinched, you sigh when you saw your mom’s name on the screen instead of Asahi’s name. Lazily you press the green button and put your phone to your ear

“Hello, mom”

“Y/N I hope you do not forget about today’s dinner!” your mom said excitedly. Your eyes shut tightly, you did forget about today’s dinner. Your mom has planned this dinner for a month to celebrate your sister’s graduation from Seoul University.

“Of course not mom haha” you laugh awkwardly. You don’t want to come, you rather stay home with Aimi, but you hate seeing your mom’s disappointed face. She has been planning this for a month, she also said that she misses Aimi so much, how could you not come?

“That’s great! Don’t be late, I can’t wait to smooch my granddaughter” that is the last word your mom said before hanging up.

You sigh for the nth time. Like it or not, she needs to come to the dinner, she could ask her dad to send them to the hospital after dinner.

You enter Aimi’s room, her face a bit pale and shivering under her thick blanket, holding your tears, you slowly caressing her hair, waking her up from her sleep.

“Honey do you want to go to grandma’s house?” you ask

She looks at you for a second, processing your words maybe before giving you a wide smile from her chapped lips.

“Yes! I miss grandma so much” she said

You kiss her forehead and helps her to get up from her bed

“Grandma also misses you so much, but you need to shower first okay?”

“Will Papa be at grandma’s house too?” Aimi asked, her eyes full of hopes, making you scared to lie to her.

“Yes Papa will be there too,” you said with a reassuring smile.

+.*

“Grandma!” Aimi runs to hug her grandma, she laughs when your mother starts kissing her face. You thanked your sister for booking an Uber for you if she weren't here, maybe both of you didn’t come for dinner.

“Why are you so thin, did your mom's food taste bad?” she asked

Aimi laughs and shook her head, she wrapped her arms around your mother’s neck

“Mama food taste the best but can’t beat grandma’s!” she said

“Hey!” you frown, making both your mother and your daughter laugh.

You let your daughter stick around with her cousins while you waiting for Asahi to come, he texted you that he will make it to the dinner, you didn’t put your trust in his words so much as he seems to love his work more than both of you.

You feel relieved when you see his car in front of your mother’s house, you called Aimi to inform her that Asahi is here, she wastes no time and runs towards her dad. Asahi smile when he saw her daughter, he immediately wraps his hands around her small body and carries her towards you.

“I miss Papa,” she said, pouting to her dad, Asahi let out an apologetic smile to her and kiss her cheek

“I’m sorry pumpkin, Papa is very busy right now, but I promise, I will take you to the funfair if my works are done, okay!”

Aimi nods excitedly, Asahi kisses her forehead for the last time before letting her down to play with her cousins.

“Why do you never answer my call?” you asked, glaring at him.

Asahi sigh, he silks his hair back and looks at you.

“Seriously Y/N? I just came back from work, and this is your first question? No ‘how are you?’ or ‘did you eat yet?’” he asked

You scoff, crossing both of your arms on your chest

“You’re the one who should ask me that, you left us for a whole month Sahi”

“I left you for a reason, I have so much works to do, I thought you agreed with me for staying in the studio?”

“For a couple of days, not a whole month!” you nearly scream, you try your best to control yourself, not wanting to make any scene.

“You know how am I when it comes to work right? I need everything to be perfect, you should be more understanding”

“Leave, then”

“What?”

“I said leave! If you love your job more than—”

“Don’t twist my word Y/N, I never said—”

“Y/N, Asahi! Aimi faints!” your sister screams

Both of you immediately run towards Aimi, your whole body shaking when you see Aimi on the floor, her face pale, worst than before. You quickly carry her and making your way to Asahi’s car, he starts the engine and drives to the hospital.

“You still need to call an ambulance, you know how deep your mom’s house right? I’m afraid we didn’t make it to the hospital as soon as possible” he said

You nodded and dialed 911. Your mom's house is deep in the woods, it would take half an hour to get to the main road.

“What happens to her?” Asahi asks

“S-she’s been coughing this whole week, and today she said her chest pain whenever she cough and I tried to reach you, but as I said you love your works more than your own family,” you said

Asahi sigh. Talking back to you can’t make Aimi recover, he realized that he gives his attention to his works more than his family.

You are at the back seat, caressing your daughter’s pale face. You couldn’t stop praying, hoping she would be alright. Your hands that caressing her pale face, moves to her neck, your eyes getting bigger when you feel her pulse getting weak, you scream and softly tapping on Aimi’s cheek.

“Aimi, please don't leave mama yet” you cry, your hands cold as ice, your heart beats faster than usual and your tears couldn't stop from falling. Asahi cry on the spot, is this really the last moment for them?

He presses the gas pedal more, the car getting fast through the crooked road.

“Aimi, please” he prays

The loud sirens making both of you guys sigh in relief, Asahi stop the car in front of the ambulance, you quickly getting out from the car and pass your daughter to the paramedics. Asahi pulls you into a hug, your knees weak at the side of your daughter lay on the bed while the paramedics take out the defibrillator and place it on Aimi’s chest.

You bury your face on Asahi’s chest, you are reluctant to watch the scene in front of you.

“Aimi would be okay, she is strong” Asahi whispers to you, he rubs your back and kisses your forehead to calm you down. A moment later, the defibrillator success ending the dysrhythmia, Aimi’s heart begins to beat slowly. You slowly push Asahi’s body away and enter the ambulance to accompany your daughter. Asahi gets back to his car, follows the ambulance, he harshly hit the steering wheel, how could he ignore your call? If he could turn back time, he would rather spend time with you and Aimi than at the studio. For now, he could pray for nothing to happen to Aimi.

+.*

You and Asahi sit silently on the chair, watching your daughter breathe with the help of an oxygen mask. The doctor said that Aimi suffering from Pneumonia. Coughing, Pain chest, and hard breathing are symptoms of pneumonia. Luckily it is not worse yet and still can be treated, Aimi needs to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.

Asahi licks his lip, he softly rubs your hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said

You didn’t give him a reaction, you were too tired to deal with anything after your daughter almost died in your arm.

“This is all my fault, I should know my limits when working, I- if only I pick up your calls— gosh I hate myself so much” he starts sobbing, covers his face with his palm and his shoulders bounce since he breathes in and breathes out in quick succession.

“Everything is okay now” you whispers, tapping on his back

He shook his head

“Y/N, love I'm truly sorry,” he said, facing you, you could see his red and swollen face from crying earlier.

You give him a reassuring smile

“I hope you learned your lesson, please come home, babe,” you said. He nods and hugs you tightly, tonight is the scariest night for the both of you.