#and usually end up only looking at one or two once i get them on a computer screen

[ganondoodle]

Hi! I absolutely love your art! I saw a post saying how demons are able to have kids by themselves. How does the whole process & the birthing process work exactly?

hello! thank you so much for this ask!!!

(i made some sketches and wrote down some notes on this but i will explain in more detail below that ... its pretty long again .. sorry qwq)

demons (in my OC story and world) are .. essentially "built" around the idea of what a natural guardian of an ecosystem could look like that is as indestructible as possible while still being very much a living being

their biology is somewhat simplified (if you want to call it that), meaning they dont have nearly as many organs as we have and it works rather 'simplistic' (like they recover their energy passively through the particles of it in the air- which is a reason why they need to breathe (other being to get the blood to the right places) and usually only eat if they had a loss of energy/blood, like a bad injury they needed to heal quickly or spending too much on magic use- and its literally just converted into magic/blood)

(truth be told i havent thought out or designed each and every organ, forgive me :V) but the main things are, four lungs, a demonic heart (the most important thing that keeps everything running), a second red blood heart (like humans have, but very small and a rather useless remnant of their evolution, sorta like the leg bones some whales still have), the reproductive organ (usually somewhat between the lungs, directly below the heart, but it depends on each demon) and a stomach which is also the dead end of their system (they are supposed to be able to digest everything that goes in there, if theres somethign they cant it has to be vomitted)

-having offspring is generally extremely rare, demons dont die of age and are (or are supposed to be) very hard to kill so its purely a deeply personal choice for them to have one- each demon can have them given the organ isnt damaged and they decide to kickstart the process (you cant really force a demon to carry a child)

-their genes work a little differently, a child from one parent isnt really a clone and inbreeding is technically nigh impossible with them in the sense that offspring wouldnt show any negative defects (culturally it would be a death sentence, as a romantic relationship that is, demons being single parents throughout generations isnt considered inbreeding) -if two or more demons are partners and want a child of them both they can exchange genetical information via heartblood (the highly concentrated blood in their hearts, which is the only thing that openly carries genes) deliberately through .. well cutting and transferring blood (alot about demons is really about their blood) which influences how much a child may resemble them for example but also mixes up the gene pool of both the parents as well as the offspring

-(important add on- this sort of blood exchange would need to happen right before kickstarting the process otherwise it would just mix with the general gene pool- a theory to explain, at least in part, why brutal fights are such a common thing in demon culture is to indirectly raise the chances of heartblood mixing in the act of fighting instead, since romantic relationships are so rare among them and most are single parents)

-once the process is started it can only be slowed down but not stopped (unless getting it out prematurely), and at reaching ca. 5% of development a demon is unable to change into humanoid/their smaller form since the fetus cant change form with them, trying it anyway is extremely dangerous

-offspring are considered to be 'full term' when they are born and can produce their own energy/digest food to gain more, though they can be born at about 50% of development without dying, then however need to cling to another demon to feed on their blood in order to reach that dev. stage

-its largely not visible when a demon is carrying a child, though it also depends on the demons 'built' and general condition (for example, Shargon is very slim and has little energy storage, depending on how long he lets it develop it might cause visible changes on top of typical behavioral ones, if Eadrya would do it they could without anything being noticable except the required refusal of changing forms really)

-a demon carrying an offspring will refuse to change form, likely refuses to engage in fights, generally retreat depending on their social status and might show shortness of breath (it puts pressure on the lungs and heart especially in the later stages and with slimmer or smaller demons), rest more and forage for things that are highly convertable to energy/blood if they cannot recover it passively evenly as it is used (a somewhat stable energy/blood/magic -sorry i still dont know what to call it so its not confusing- level is beneficial to the offspring, a lack of it can put both at risk)

-birth is generally initiated by the parent or when it has reached full term, and since its done so via the mouth it has to pass by the lungs and heart, compressing them both immensely for a short time, not being able to breathe and possibly causing the heart to stop temporarily depending on how far along the offspring is/big compared to its parent- Shargon cant carry fully to term since even an appropiately sized one has to pass through his slim body (Jyothi was born at around 90%, Tyura at roughly 56%) and it causes great stress on his system since hes chronically lacking energy in part from being hunted down alot (Tyuras early birth happened bc Shargon was critically injured by Eadrya and hunted by them during the earlier stages as well)

-it IS possible to allow it to grow to full term even when it cant pass by the lungs and heart though it involves bending or breaking bones (if he carried Jyothi the remaining percentage he would have had to do that) or in extreme cases to cut themselves open, given their healing capabilities that might sound not too bad but it is extremely painful, risks dangerous injury to both and permanent damage to the reproductive organ (also their healing is often more of an active thing rather than a passive one, especially with bigger and more dangerous wounds that need quick healing, meaning they have to actively "do" it, which is hard when you are literally dying)

-the offspring is within an translucent egg like bubble (though squishy) of ideally highly charged demonic blood, the outer layer can withstand quite a bit; ones born before reaching full term (in which case it would dissolve right away) either remain within it (if sufficiently charged with energy) or it dissolves/is cut open during or after birth and the child has to cling to another demon to feed on their blood this way

-uniquely, before reaching full term a young demon can convert any elemental type of blood to their own, losing that ability afterwards

-offspring can be of any elemental type from any parent though the likelyhood is slightly higher for ones with the same type, even moreso when it is a single parent (Shargon is thunder, his firstborn is wind, his second also thunder)

I hope this isnt too long and uuh answers that!! <3

[midnight-mourning]

Hook, Line, & Sinker

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 1🐟🐟

SORRY TO START OUT MERMAY SO LATE IM IN HELL WEEK (FINALS) AND COMMENCEMENT IS TOMORROW PLEASE ENJOY THIS FIRST STORY

Prompt:

I've got one :3

One of the boys accidentally got a hook in their tail (I think sun would be best, he'd probably freak out harder) and Reader's gotta calm him down and help remove it

Word Count: 1949

Story will be posted to ao3 soon!

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The sound of the waves floats in through your open window, becoming clearer as you start to wake up. You sit up, turning to see your thin curtains blowing in the breeze. Another beautiful sunny day. And hopefully, said sunny day will include the brightest, sunniest one of all. 

You hop to your feet, going through the motions of your usual morning routine. Humming in thought about whether you'll see—one of—the mers you've called friend over the course of the past six months or more. Moon, the darker of the pair with his blue and white coloring, hadn't given you any indication of his counterpart's whereabouts. Therefore you could only make assumptions, and even then they didn't add up. 

There were plenty of fish around for this time of year, the warm waters encouraging all kinds of species to migrate through the area, so it wasn't like he'd be pressed for a meal. Adding to that, the only competition around was Moon and they were civil enough with each other. You'd argue friends even, though they'd deny it vehemently if asked. 

Definitely not hibernation either, he would've tried to drag you to join him based on previous experiences. Which left... some not so lovely options to choose from. But, that would be jumping to conclusions. It's only been a few days, surely he's fine. Surely...

You do a quick cleaning of your house, sweeping away any sand that'd been dragged in, wiping off surfaces to remove any potential salt. Really you're just trying to pass the time as an excuse to not go looking for them at this hour of the morning. You'll admit you've become a bit attached over the time you've met both mers.

Moon's teasing remarks and actions, trying to pull you in the water or making—in your opinion—poor taste jokes about having you as a snack if he got hungry enough. Though that was back when you'd first met. He’d gotten a bit better since then. More light-hearted at least. 

Sun's enthusiastic rambles and the likes, constantly needing to go, go, go and show you all sorts of things that he found whenever the two of you were apart. He found your world fascinating as well, insistent you tell him anything and everything about it. You'd really bonded in that way, over your shared pursuit of knowledge. And of course, your genuine connection as friends. 

Ergo, you felt it was justified then to harbor some level of worry regarding his whereabouts. You'd do the same for Moon too. You realize your cheeks are suddenly burning and shake your head. Yes, you'd be concerned for your friends, always. 

Once you've finished your cleaning and have had breakfast, you decide you're not going to stall any longer. You slip on sandals, your sunhat, and head outside to the shore. With any luck, they'll both be around your dock area and all your worry will dissipate in an instant. 

If Sun is not however...

You'll wait to be concerned when it gets to that point. 

The sun's still warming up the sand as you step outside. The semi-cool feeling as your toes sink into it wakes you up fully finally. You squint and look out past where the waves break, to the end of the dock. It's hard to make out, but you think you spy a bobbing head near the rocks there. Just the one, however. 

Sure enough, you find Moon lounging back in the water, eyes closed as he floats semi-in place. The water's clear enough you can see the rest of his body and tail down, down, down, under the water which laps against him. 

In the sparkling reflections you see dark, yet shiny scales which blend with pure white, creating patterns and splotches throughout. Eyes that are currently closed that are a deep ruby red, mesmerizing, you could get lost in them even. He really was quite the mer, they both were. 

When your foot hits the last plank of the dock is when he peeks an eye open at you, smile languid as he shifts to float upright. 

"You're up early, Star. Shouldn't you still be asleep, curled up in your nest?" He yawns, resting his arms on the end of the dock. 

You sit down in front of him, careful to keep yourself out of snatching distance, knowing full well you'd end up in the water for a 'mid-morning swim'. "It's called a bed, Moon, and it's not... that early."

"You're worried about something."

You flinch at the accuracy. "It's Sun, it's been what, three days now? I can't help but be concerned about whether he's okay or not."

"We're not fragile by any means, you know." Moon chuckles, head resting on his webbed hands. "Three days could mean anything."

You groan, laying back against the weathered planks of the dock. "Exactly! He could be hurt, or, or maybe he's off somewhere and forgot to say something, or maybe he just doesn't want to see me, or—" You stop yourself, sighing.

Moon doesn't respond for a moment, then you hear him sigh as well. 

"If you're that concerned then I suppose I have no choice but to inform you of his whereabouts. Lest you wither away in your sorrows." He drawls, teasing lithe at the end of his words. 

You sit upright, looking down at him. "You mean you've known this entire time?"

"Pearl, we share a cove." The bluntness of the statement is followed by a snicker. 

Your face heats up, you attempt to defend yourself. "I didn't know! I've never been there so how would I?"

"Calm down, I'm merely trying to ruffle your scales. I can take you to see for yourself if you'd like. Though it won't be a very dry journey."

You're already taking your hat off and slipping off your sandals. "Kind of you to offer a warning this time, but I'll be fine."

"If you say so—" He offers his hand to you and you take it, only for him to suddenly yank you down into the water. As you remerge, spitting water out of your mouth, he continues. "—Then I'll happily lead the way."

You glare at the mer, but comply as he cues you to hold on to him, and to hold your breath. 

The journey is fast-paced and slightly terrifying. You can hardly see, having to close your eyes to avoid the sting of the salty sea. The noise of rushing water is deafening, if Moon is saying anything or trying to, you can't make it out. 

Luckily, it's over soon after it's begun. You find yourself dazed as Moon slows his pace, drifting along as you arrive in the cove. Though scanning briefly, you see no sign of the other supposed resident. 

Moon points to a rock that's obscuring a section further inside. "You'll find him there. I think you can swim the rest of the way yourself, considering I did all the strenuous work."

"W-where are you going to go?" You ask, baffled as he removes you from his shoulders.

He grins. "It's lunch time. Best of luck, Star."

With a whip of his tail—and a splash directly to your face—he disappears beneath the water. 

"It's not even 10 am yet!" You call, knowing full well he can't hear you. 

With a sigh, you swim over to the rock and then look around it. Sure enough, sitting in a sulking heap in a tide pool, is Sun. 

He perks up upon initially seeing you, frown twisting up into a smile, then seems to realize something and his face sours once more. 

He twists himself further and looks away from you, visibly huffing. 

"Go away, Sunshine,” he calls out to you. 

You scoff, and make the final stretch of swimming to end up beside him, feet landing on the sandy bottom of the tide pool giving you a bit of rest. It's deep enough that you're still in up to your waist in water, but it's a bit of relief at least. Though it certainly can't be for Sun, considering he's mostly out of the water where he's laying. 

When he turns even further away from you is when you get irritated. "Sun, that can't be comfortable. You can't even look at me? After I tried so hard to get here and find you?"

"I would rather not." Blunt. Then, "I'm sorry."

You pause, then huff. "Could you at least tell me what's wrong, please? I-I've been worried for days!"

"Really?" Sun asks, turning to look at you.

You see the surprise on his face and your anger softens. "Of course." You wade closer, and with how shallow it is are able to sit in the water now beside him. "You're my... friend, Sun. If something happened to you I'd feel awful."

"I—" He shakes his head, then shifts, sitting upright beside you. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hid from you. I guess I was just... embarrassed." He avoids your gaze, the fins around his head twitching. 

You feel a bit of relief, chuckling. "Embarrassed of what?"

Sun stares at you a moment, then sighs, incredibly dramatically you'll add. Then, he twists and raises his tail in your general direction. 

In it, right on the edge, is a hook. A small one, relative to his size, as big as your palm but not your entire hand. 

You blink once, then twice. He speaks for you. 

"It's horrible isn't it!? It's been there for days and I'm at a complete loss as to what to do." He's practically wailing out his dismay, hand to his forehead and all. 

You frown a tinge. "I– you're serious?"

"Of course I am! This is a serious situation, Starshine!"

You shake your head. "I, Sun, this isn't-why didn't you just remove it?!"

"Think of the effort that would take, Pearl." Sun groans. "Ugh and the sensation,"—He shivers, even going so far to stick his tongue out—"Absolutely not." 

You just stare at him, he stares back. 

"Would you like me to get it for you?"

A strained smile. "Please."

What happens next is an uphill battle of just even trying to grip his tail. Not only is it slimy and thus difficult to get a good grip, but it didn't help he was thrashing about every which way anytime you got close. 

"Hold still, hold still!"

Still thrashing, protesting. "I'm trying but you need to be delicate, Star. Delicate!"

"I can't be anything if you don't settle down!" Finally you snatch it and hold it tight. Thankfully it's not too thin or you'd be afraid of harming him. "Now, sit there, behave, and maybe you'll be rewarded for it. Understood?"

You glance up, and he nods. Slowly. "Mhm." 

You look back down to the hook and take a deep breath. With your free hand, you grip it... 

And it slides out with a small tug. 

"Oh."

Before you can even make a protest, you're suddenly in the air, then landing in his lap. 

"Well, now that that's taken care of, what was that about a reward?" Sun grins, holding you by your hips in his lap. 

You sputter. "You… are you actually— after all that?!"

"A promise is a promise, Love." He plucks the hook from your fingers and flicks it away onto the shore, are you kidding—"You wouldn't want to disappoint, would you?"

You feel your face heat up, but still relent. "I said maybe!"

"That's close enough." Sun grins. 

You swallow, noticing just how much he's leaned in now, practically a breath apart. Though, you're not opposed to that. 

Close enough indeed.

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Thank you @dangerva for the prompt! Starting us off strong with this silly little one, very much enjoyed despite the horrors it took to get here (work is awful rn but classes are over so we thrive)

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[confused-since-birth]

Razor's Grip - part one

Hi there! This is an idea I had for a while, it's still very vague, but i hope you enjoy it. The title is not that much related to the card, I just thought it fits the story. It isn't really proofread. Enjoy!

✨Reader x Sylus Qin, non-mc!reader, mc, the twins, Philip, and other minor characters

✨word count: 1252

✨warnings: abduction, blood, fighting, stalking, curse words

A rusty taste played on your tongue, shivers down the spine in the now cold air. The sweat of struggling against your restraints proved to be an enemy in itself as skin burned where the ropes eat at your wrists, and you were trembling.

A hand grabbed your arm tugging forward. You would've fought, but there was not a drop of energy left. So you just followed silently.

The sound of a door opening reached your ears before warmth hugged you form. Without any preparations the sack over your head is pulled off, yanking a few strands of hair and blinding light surrounds you.

How you got in this situation? No clue.

The day started just like any other.

Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm.

‘Oh god, I'm gonna be so fucking late’, mumbled under your breath as you jumped around trying to put on some pants and shoving a piece of bread in your mouth.

Rushing on the street to catch the last bus that could take you in time to college. Miraculously ending up being just in time, entering the first course of the day.

The first weird occurrence was a bird - a crow, more specifically sitting on a branch when you were eating lunch. Not moving, not making any sound - just looking at you. Not hungry anymore, sipping coffee, you decided to throw some crumbs. Usually crows jump to get them. This one? Looked at them almost confused.

Weird, but ok.

Then the last course was cancelled. It wasn't unheard of, although the professor teaching that class was painfully serious about what he was teaching. You took over the years in Linkon University many courses with him, never did he cancel or show up late.

Everyone has a bad day, right?

You were running low on dish soap and… like everything in your fridge.

Walking down the street, something was off. At first you thought that lack of sleep made you paranoid. After all, projects over projects, sleepless nights must leave their mark at some point. So, you just tried to ignore the ringing alarm of danger in the back of your mind.

A glimpse of something familiar made you stop dead in your tracks - a crow. Specifically, the same crow from lunch. On a balcony, preening its feathers. The red shining of its eyes felt like an omen. For what? You didn't really know.

You just walked faster to the seven eleven on your block. Best is to get it over with, get home, eat, then maybe sleep.

The store was empty besides the middle aged lady staring bored in her phone.

The bell at the door rang once, then twice. Silence.

Wandering around the aisles you could hear footsteps around you, but whenever you looked around no-one was there. You got your keys in your hand and continued placing things in your cart.

Weird.

Getting to the soaps aisle you feel the happiness of a college student with not much left in your pocket until the end of the month - promotion. One last bottle of dish soap, that could last you three months, that had a promotion. You go to grab it only to see on the other side a silhouette.

A man in black clothes right in front of you. Just staying there.

Spooked was an understatement.

You have never checked out so fast, only to hurry to your apartment hoping whatever this was, it was going to be done once you were safe inside.

Oh, well, you were wrong.

Staying in front of your door were two men in black attire, with weird masks on their faces.

‘Hi there! We don't want to scare you-’, said one of them while the other continued his sentence.

‘what the fuck’

‘But we want you to come with us!’

The keys in your hands felt easier than ever, your body was buzzing in adrenaline, ready to pounce if they came any closer.

‘What do you want?’

‘We don't want to hurt you, but we need you to come with us’

‘Peacefully’, added the other.

‘Yeah, sure’, you said, throwing your groceries at them just to run down the stairs for your life. Jumping down two stairs at once, felt too slow when their steps could be heard closer and closer, but breaking your leg wasn't going to get you any safety.

Getting at the front door of your complex you hit it full force, opening it, only to fall down the front stairs.

Flashing pain went through your hand and knee, but tried to get up.

Useless, as two pairs of hands grabbed you then pulled you to a black van.

‘Did she hit her knee badly? Boss said to bring her back in good shape…’

‘It doesn't look bad, just a scratch. If she would've listened, it wouldn't have happened-’

‘GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!’, you yelled trying to break free, but it was futile. They didn't look buff, but surely they were more powerful than you. Struggling when they were trying to tie your amkles got you the opportunity to kick one with your foot. You tried to get up and ended up head butting the other which didn't win you anything besides a headache and something warm slowly flowing on your face.

‘Luke, just- Goddamnit! She just busted her forehead!’

‘Boss will NOT be pleased’

‘We tried ok?! Now tie her ankles, I tie her hands!’

‘LET ME GO!’

‘Lady please stop struggling, you will hurt yourself more than us, we really mean no evil’

‘Yeah, we are just doing our job.’

Being tied up left you no other option but to yell your lungs out hoping that, maybe, someone at a red light will hear your screams. It was short lived as the sack on your head made it hard to breathe.

After an hour of yelling and cursing and crying and struggling against your restraints, you just settled on laying down.

Now, in the well lit room two new people looked at you.

One was an old guy who was looking confused and quite concerned at you. He was wearing clothes that resembled those of a mechanic. The tablet in his hands had multiple diagrams on it that you almost could read if you wanted, but you didn't. You were pissed.

Then, there was a second one sitting in a chair and playing with a knife. Leather jacket, leather pants, gray - no, white hair and blood colored eyes. Eyes analyzing your forehead where there was a small open wound where your head hit one of the guy's mask, the blood and tears leaking down your face, your disheveled state. His attention moved to your abductors, the glint in his eyes changing into something sharper.

‘I thought I mentioned that she should be brought here in a well state’, his deep voice stated.

‘She did it herself!’

‘Are you implying that you found her like this?’, he said calmly while raising a brow.

Silence fell over the room as another burst of anger bloomed in your chest like a fire.

The white haired man was surely beautiful. He was tall and had a muscular body, but in your anger you really couldn't care less.

‘What do y’all want?’, you hear your hoarse voice and it sounds nothing like you.

The old man looks even more concerned hearing your voice. He stays in one place as if he was frozen, while the other says:

‘I want you to work for me.’

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✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [byun euijoo x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 1k w. curse words! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

euijoo never believed in love at first sight.

he remembered all those times when his mom would tell him and his older sister stories; how the girl fawned and dreamed about the day when her eyes would find someone in the crowd and everything would just click.

he, of course, thought it was stupid.

euijoo was a firm believer and defender of the fact that love had to be grown and worked on to be real. not in the sense of having to earn it in any way, but the idea of falling for someone slowly as timed passed always made more sense to him.

the yearly spring festival had arrived at his college, and he and his friends had signed up to perform one of their songs for the talent show that had been incredibly hyped up by every single staff and celebration committee member since the very beginning of the festival preparations.

that was when euijoo had first seen you.

your hair was carefully styled as you walked through campus, handing out flyers for the spring activities with a huge smile adorning your beautiful lips. the moment he saw you, his world stopped. his words got caught in his throat as his eyes widened adorably, cheeks growing red as alarms blared through his brain.

he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he was sure that if it did exist, this was as close as he’d ever get to it.

the second time he saw you, he had worked hard in convincing himself and his friends that the initial stunt you had caused in him was nothing but being caught off guard. and even so, he still couldn’t get you out of his head. your pretty smile, soft looking hair and big eyes were perfectly tattooed in his brain forever.

still, the image didn’t even come close to what it was to see you again.

this time, he heard your voice. it was sweet and smooth, almost making him sense the taste of honey on his tongue. you were so nice, too; welcoming them so cheerfully and expressing your utmost interest when they signed up their names on the talent show list. 

“...yuma, nicholas, euijoo. okay, thank you guys, i can’t wait to see you play!”

the sound of his name slipping past your lips was something he could have never been prepared for, clouding his judgement and impeding him from asking your own name.

even with his new found infatuation, the boy could not catch a break.

not only was he mothering all his friends as per usual, but he was also looking for you in every corner of the world, trying to get a glimpse that he didn’t get until almost a whole two months later. 

he wished it had been earlier, when he could actually try and gather the courage to speak to you, even just catch your name. but of course it had to be when he was up on stage, in the middle of a song and dangerously near his part.

differently than ever before, your hair was messy as you almost ran towards the area where the show was being held up. your chest heaved with heavy breaths and the bag on your shoulder was about to fall off, but then your eyes found his and your body went stiff.

much like the first time, euijoo’s world stopped spinning entirely. there was something different about that instance. maybe it was the change from your perfect appearance, or the way you had looked directly into his eyes once you got there.

he really, really, wanted to believe that it was intentional.

but hope was always dangerous, and his took it’s vengeance when he missed his cue to sing. it was only a fraction of a second until nicholas bumped his shoulder and he stuttered out the lyrics, but it was enough to get a smile out of you.

oh, that had to be the prettiest sight he had ever seen.

he really tried to keep his composure for the rest of the song, but it was increasingly high as your attention never faltered from his figure, making him wonder if he wanted the moment to continue forever or the earth to swallow him whole.

the song came to an end faster than he would’ve wanted and at the same time not fast enough. he was relishing on your attention, but his body ached to go find you and be able to see you more up close.

the brown haired boy rushed off the stage once their turn was over, trying to find you again in the sea of people. he didn’t really know what he was doing, nor what he wanted to say once you were in front of him, but it didn’t really matter.

all that mattered was to find you.

even after all those dramatics, he almost turned right back around when his eyes found yours. it was like you were waiting for him, judging by the way your lips quirked up and your attention was once again focused solely on him.

“hi,” he said, almost breathlessly as he got to stand in front of you in the sea of college students.

“hi,” you mirrored, an amused smile on your lips as you watched him.

he was tall, much taller than you, but he still felt so small under your gaze, like you had completely disarmed him into nothing but a blushy mess.

“i’m euijoo,” he introduced himself, his hand going to shake yours.

who the fuck shook hands in this day and age? “i know,” you giggled and shook his hand, and he thought he really was going to explode at the sound. “yn.”

yn.

that had to be the most beautiful thing he has heard in his life.

he was entranced, far too mesmerized by you to even realize when the words slipped from his lips. “would you like to come with me to the ferris wheel?”

he expected rejection, some type of mockery even. instead, he was met with an enthusiastic nod. “i was gonna ask you the same thing.”

as euijoo looked at your face while you told him a story at the very top of the ferris wheel, he doubted his beliefs in love at first sight again.

ultimately, he came to the conclusion that he was right all along. 

he was infatuated since the moment he saw you, but there was no thought more exciting to him than to learn about you and all that you were, falling further in love with every piece as your time together went on.

and god, he really, really, wished he would be given the chance

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Capri Persson (F1) — First Day

🏎 SUMMARY: What if the best driver of recent years isn't actually him? What if the best driver is actually hiding something else? Would he still be the best? Or just a simple fraud? 📓 GENRE: secret identity / rivals to lovers / he felt first, she felt harder / soulmates / slow burn 📬 PARTS: book one (two parts) / CP9, book two (one part) 🏆 CAPRIPERSSON.MASTERLIST

this section is an official excerpt from the book "F1, Stories and Anecdotes" by the renowned Jeremy Clarke, who has kindly offered his perspective and narrative

Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya, Spain. February, 2020

There were quite a lot of people, as usual during pre-season testing. The garages were once again full, and people were back in action. There was always a warm atmosphere at the track around that time of year. It felt like going back to school when everyone was in primary.

Charles was the first to approach Pierre when he saw him alone in a corner of the garage while everyone else was busy with their tasks and teammates.

"Beautiful day to race, isn't it?" he smiled at the Frenchman, placing a hand on his shoulder. Gasly stood up immediately.

"It's good to see you again, brother."

"Same here. How was the break?" Leclerc asked, and soon they struck up a lively conversation, which Carlos, Daniel, Lando, George, and Alex joined. They all chatted about their winter break until Carlos asked the question that had been on everyone's mind since Alpha Tauri's big announcement. The one nobody had dared to ask Pierre via text.

"So? How did it go with Persson?" Sainz Jr. threw out the question, and Gasly scoffed, rolling his eyes, making everyone laugh. Pierre had likely had such a rough week getting used to Alpha Tauri's new car that he could easily rank it as the worst of his career.

"Have you met him? Have you seen his face?" Daniel insisted, crossing his arms.

"I swear I have a suspicion he's a ghost," Pierre confessed. "We haven't spoken since I met him. Not a word, nothing. It's really weird."

"I saw he communicates using sign language. Is he deaf?" Lando frowned.

"No. How do you think he communicates over the radio, then?" Carlos shot back, and the younger driver just shrugged.

"When we did the tests, he didn't say a single word. I didn't see his face, his hands, his ankles, or his neck. Nothing."

"Well, take it for granted. He's a ghost," Russell commented.

"When he came into the garage, he was already suited up with his helmet on. We fist-bumped as a greeting, and that was it. Honestly, I'm a little terrified about how this might affect things on track," Pierre admitted to his teammates. If anyone would understand, it was them—though even they were puzzled. Capri Persson's arrival in F1 was intriguing, but even more so were his methods of avoiding any kind of interaction with the world around him. "According to Franz, he does it to avoid the circus. The guy shows up, analyzes, races, wins, and leaves. That's it."

"You have a long season ahead," Alex lamented, voicing what the rest of the group didn't want to admit. It would not only be a long season but one of the loneliest and most uncomfortable for the driver.

"I'm willing to keep the secret as long as it doesn't turn into a terrible year."

"You'll see, it'll all work out, and you'll end up talking somehow. It'll be fun, I promise," Charles tried to cheer him up, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Easy for you to say, your teammate is Vettel," Gasly laughed before a photographer called them to the track. It was time for the season photo, and the 19 drivers started gathering—except for one.

All the teams stood with their teammates, looking comfortable with each other, even the rookies just starting out or the veterans with years of experience. Everyone chatted as Gasly walked across the track, helmet in hand, suit on, glancing around. The photographer counted them again with a frown, and the issue resolved itself when Capri Persson finally emerged from the Alpha Tauri garage, helmet on, with a tall woman with short, wavy dark hair following closely behind, seemingly giving him instructions. Definitely not deaf.

"Alright, gentlemen. Your positions are marked on the ground. They're labeled—find yours and stand with your teammate," they were instructed, with numerous cameras aimed at them. Netflix was capturing every move for the third season of Drive to Survive, and Pierre could only hope his discomfort didn't show.

Capri approached the group as cautiously as a spy, but being the only one missing, everyone noticed him instantly, unable to look away. Daniel nudged Pierre, who stood in front of him, as Persson joined them. His teammate looked at him, swearing he saw his eyes through the visor. Capri simply nodded slightly as a greeting and gave a thumbs-up.

No one could take their eyes off Persson. Every movement, every breath, every second mattered. Everyone was searching for the slightest sign that there was truly a person behind that helmet and not just a machine built to dominate every competitor.

For some, Capri Persson's image demanded respect, curiosity, and mystery. For others, he was just another idiot who thought he could win something just because he had a bit of luck in F2. And that group was already set—those with the most experience in the sport.

When the man with the megaphone began explaining the camera movements and how the drivers should pose, they exchanged glances, sharing amused, knowing looks. Gasly wanted to do the same, but when he turned to his teammate, he barely seemed present in that moment.

"Excuse me, the driver with the helmet—could you take it off? It disrupts the shot's consistency," the man with the megaphone announced, and the entire place fell silent.

Jean looked up, and Capri looked only at her. Jean understood.

"He's not serious, is he?" Capri signed. Jean understood him perfectly.

"I don't think that's possible," his advisor stepped forward. "He won't take it off," she stated, and another crew member approached the director to inform him about the issue.

"Alright, whatever. Are you all ready? Action!" the director shouted, and the camera in front of the drivers, arranged in a V-formation, started rolling. After that shot, there were more, and if it wasn't already clear how unusual Capri Persson's addition to Formula 1 was, the upcoming test race would make it undeniable.

Surprisingly, Persson remained in the top five during the first stage and in the top three during the second. And while it didn't mean much yet, Capri Persson's first pre-season in Formula 1 foreshadowed what would be a remarkable year for the unconventional rookie. The world was witnessing a driver with immense talent—but who was the driver facing?

«PREVIOUS: I'm Capri Persson

»NEXT: The Ghost

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Slash Short Fic: The Couch

Tw: Smut exhibitionism, and voyeurism I suppose, I think that's it. Also it is a female reader but no pronouns used so can be read as trans as well.

Note: this is my first time writing smut (and only my third fic) hence why it's short, any tips on how to improve are appreciated

You had gone with Slash to the band's rehearsal cause you didn't have anything else to do with the day and enjoyed spending time with the guys. It had been about 2 hours you thought, since you got there and as per usual the guys had been drinking, you had joined of course, not wanting to be left out. You were sitting on a couch against the back wall with a bottle of vodka that you had poured your coke into watching the guys mess around. You could see Slash glancing at you every once in awhile with a look that felt more than friendly. Sure you flirted with him and the rest of them sometimes to be honest but it never went past that.

10 minutes later they decided to take a break, Slash set his guitar down and came straight to you. Well as straight as he could. He stopped in front of you with a needy look on his face.

"You need something?" You ask with a soft but amused smile

"need you, please"

"me?" He nods. You're mildly confused by his request, you didn't think he'd ever shown genuine interest towards you in that way. Despite that you weren't going to pass up the opportunity, he was afterall a very pretty boy. "Okay" Okay? How lame could you be, well at least you didn't stumble over it. You expected him to pull you away from the guys or sit beside you at the very least. He did neither, instead he got himself between your legs and sat down so that your legs were overtop of his, your back still pressed to the couch and his facing the rest of the band. You put your arms around his neck as he leaned in to capture your lips in a needy kiss, you reciprocated the kiss happily. He brought his hands up to cup your face and then moved one down to the side of your neck. You could feel him start to grind against you, the friction providing much needed relief. You couldn't help but whine into his mouth. He pulled away from the kiss and put his down on your shoulder as he moved his hands down to try and get your pants undone.

"Slash!"

"hm what?" He asks very clearly preoccupied

"the guys are still in here" you make a point of looking around at them. They were all looking at you, Izzy was on the other end of the couch and he had turned to face you, Axl was sat on a stool he looked annoyed but you could see a bulge forming in his pants, both Duff and Steven were watching you two without shame, Duff going as far as palming himself through his jeans.

"let them watch"

Let them watch? Was he really going to fuck you in front of them? He had gotten open your pants and was now leaning back and pushing your legs up to get them off so apparently he was. He didn't care, he was desperate for you. He threw them to the ground after a minor struggle and immediately pushed himself closer to you, bringing one hand up to your cheek and using the other to get his jeans open to pull himself out.

"please baby, need you so bad"

"yeah okay" you responded almost out of breath from all that had happened, you were excited and a little nervous, you had never done anything like this in front of other people. You let him position you again, your legs up over his with your back pressed against the couch still. His back was still facing the room, he was whining into your neck as he rutted against you, not entering you but just rubbing against. You let out soft moans and whines and the feeling of his cock rubbing against your wet pussy.

"god please Slash"

"really? Can I sweetheart?"

"yes, please" You glanced up from him to look around the room once more, you could see Izzy still watching with rapt attention, when you looked over at Duff you saw that he had pulled out his cock and was slowly jerking off to the sight of you and Slash, he saw you looking at him and gave you an encouraging and lustful smile. Steven was less graceful about his... Enthusiasm but he could tell he was thoroughly enjoying the sight, even Axl had caved and started to touch himself.

Turning your attention back to Slash you felt him line himself up and start to push his cock in inch by inch. Now he wasn't huge by any means 5-6 inches but he was girthy and it stretched you out so nicely. His groans and whines sounded so beautiful and you couldn't help but let out a few lewd gasps and moans at the feeling of him finally inside you. He bottomed out and just sat pressed against you, breathing on your neck, pressing small kisses to the side of it.

"god you feel so nice around me baby, so good for me"

"yeah?"

"mhmm, can I move please? I'll be so gentle pretty baby"

"mhm yeah, please"

*He slowly started to thrust into you, more or less just rutting against you but the movements felt so good. You could feel his cock dragging against your walls and the pressure against your clit when he pushed against you felt so good. He whispered praises and pleas into your ear, so desperate to feel good and make sure you knew how much he enjoyed being inside of you. He couldn't manage to do more than shallowly thrust into while whining about how good it felt, when he said he needed you he'd been telling the truth and not it wasn't long till you felt that familiar wave of pleasure building in your lower stomach.

"fuck, please Slash m'gonna cum"

"come for me baby, show how much of a slut you are for me"

He picked up the pace a bit to help you along, he was getting close as well but was waiting for you to cum first.

"look at them as you cum, I don't care who, just look at them for me baby... my pretty little slut"

You look up, locking eyes with Axl. He gives a mock pity look, taking joy in watching you come apart. A few more thrusts is all it takes until your cumming around Slash, squeezing his cock with your tight pussy which triggers his orgasm as well.

"fuck so good for me" He gives one last thrust bury his cock as deep as possible and settling there to catch his breath.

"You did so good for me"

"mhmm" You didn't want to speak, tired after what had transpired.

"Oh did he fuck you dumb? Poor baby" Axl chimes in from across the room, it's the first time any of them spoke since it started. You look over at him with a smile on your face, he had indeed. Slash speaks up, having caught his breath but not moving from his spot quite yet

"gotta give them a turn baby, they waited so patiently for you"

You knew then it was going to be a long night but you were going to enjoy every second of it

[ohagiyoo]

“Racing to your heart”

bouquet contains. . .  angst, fluff, hurt no comfort, no happy ending, miscommunication, one sided enemies to friends to lovers to exs, reader has superiority issues near the end, implied smart reader, implied reader having bad hair, reader has a short temper, implied clumsy & messy reader, reader is a hater, dramatic reader, overachiever reader, readers parents care about grade too much (mentioned a few times), ooc(?) chigiri, many references , jumps from past → present → past to present again (past in italics), profanities', NOT proof read !

flowers. . . alstromeria, lisianthus, cypress, pink camellias and bells of ireland !

flower description. . . You and Chigiri are rivals, enemies, nemeses— or so you claim, really it's all one sided since he doesn't even know you exist. But, his lack of knowledge of you became so much more apparent the moment you two were paired up for a project.

flower quantity. . . 4.8k !

recipient. . . hyoma chigiri !

designated to be picked up by. . . no one?

florists notes. . . hey guys 😝😝😝, its ya girl, back after *checks notes* 24 days?!?! good gods ive taken a long ass time 😭 hope this makes up for it. also, i made some references here and i'd like to know if anyone catches them!

When you first met Chigiri, you thought he was the most annoying person ever because of how superior he saw himself as. Who the hell thinks they're the chosen one JUST because they were born with naturally strong muscles? Gimme a break!

Being the best at track in your school isn’t THAT big of a deal! that's what you thought anyways, and who has that much time for all that hair? Well, it's not like you can comment on that with how bad your bed hair is.. but that's besides the point!

Your hatred was kinda one sided since he doesn’t even know you exist but it's the thought that counts and him alone not knowing of your existence was kinda getting on your nerves because how dare he not know about his no.1 hater? He really is narcissistic if he only acknowledges his fans, or at least you think. Honestly you just want to find reasons to hate him

One day your science teacher was speaking or something, you weren't really listening— Too focused on trying to telepathically force Chigiri to move his hair while staring intently at the back of his head like he committed some unspeakable sin. Your seatmate was concerned but not enough to say anything. (Probably fearing what you might do to him if he said anything.)

Only once did Chigiri turn around to look at you, did you finally break your intense glare at his hair as if it was the most putrid thing to have ever existed. Your gaze flickered up to his eyes. 

"You’re the smartest one here, right? Let's do this." He said, like the decision has already been made, he was even worse than you thought! As cliche as it sounds, you could almost feel a vein popping.

Not wanting to make a scene, you decided to shut up and suck it in, you didn’t have to pair up with him after all, your desk mate was always open since they usually had no one to pair up with and they were kinda nice so maybe you could pair up with them again!

"Actually, I have someone I want to—" You began, ready to point at your deskmate with your thumb— hand raised and everything— only to look over next to you and be met with an empty seat. damn bastard, they just left like that? ".. pair up with....?" You trailed off upon seeing the horrific sight of an empty seat next to you.

"What.The.Fuck." You muttered under your breath in both devastation & frustration. Chigiris gaze followed yours, now he too witnessed the sight so horrifying to you. He looked back & tilted his head slightly as if he found it amusing that your deskmate just abandoned you like that.

Not only was your hand still raised like an idiot to point at your non-existent desk mate, but after you frantically looked around the room for someone else to pair up with only to be met with the haunting realization that everyone— including your traitor of a deskmate— had already paired up. your status as a (self-proclaimed) nonchalant (in spirit(?)) dreadhead is OVER after this and you blame it all on Chigiri.

You sighed and dramatically slumped onto your desk, fully embracing your new puddle-like state before you realized that Chigiri’s hair once laid on your poor desk and immediately straightened because no way were you going to indirectly touch his hair— never in your robloxian life will that ever happen. 

Maybe you shouldn't have broken that lucky cat earlier, if you knew it’d end like this you’d have tried paying the owner back but it seems that lady luck isn’t on your side considering you’re broke AND clumsy, what a duo! truly, a match made in heaven.

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"Im gonna stab you. how difficult can it get?!" You repeated for what might be the umpteenth time now while rubbing your temples. It wasn't even that hard! In your opinion, at least, though considering how good you are at physics, your opinion isn't helpful, and neither is the way you explain things.

"Well sorry you’re shit at explaining!" He seemed to be just as annoyed as you, considering how you two were sitting here trying to write a whole essay about some chemistry shit, which, in Chigiri’s defense, was quite difficult.

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You used to think that Chigiri is just a pretty face with an insufferable personality— and to some extent, you were right. But pairing up with him really opened your eyes since now you actually kinda see him as a little less.. annoying? Insufferable? You don’t know but you figured out that you don’t dislike him as much as you used to, making it less hard to deal with him.

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"I don’t want to hear it." You said immediately after catching Chigiri giving a brief glance your way before doing a double take and staring at whatever the hell your hair currently is. You were already a bit irritated at having to be late for school, only able to get there like 4 minutes before class starts but now that your hair is looking more like a failed blanket fort. It could only get better from here on out! at least you hope.

"Who the fuck did your hair?" Chigiri asked bluntly with an eyebrow raise, his eyes flickering from your hair to your eyes and then back to the abomination of a hair-do you’re currently wearing.

"do you ever shut up?" You retorted in annoyance, sitting down with a huff & exaggeratingly slumping forward on your desk, folding your arms and resting your head on it. If only a hole could magically appear and swallow you whole, that’d be so much better than showing up to school like.. this.

"Braid your hair or tie it up, barely would do anything but at least if you do you won’t look like…" He paused, now fully turned around in his seat to look at you. vaguely gesturing to your hair he spoke "That."

A dramatic gasp escaped you, springing up in your seat to look at him like he just betrayed you & stabbed you in the back with the most painful blade ever.

"Are you seriously calling me ugly?" "..No? I meant—" "WOWWW, so you want me dead, huh?"

"That’s not what I.." "Insulting me while im at my lowest? You’re such a bastard, Chichi.." You dramatically complained in an exaggerated hurt manner while you had a hand over your heart. 

You pulled an exaggerated hurt expression while looking away as if the mere notion of looking in his direction would kill you. Chigiri wasn’t having it with how dead-pan his face looked. You could barely stifle your laughter at his face but you were committed to selling the act.

"Chichi? Seriously?"

"What? You don’t like it? It’s cute!" "Cute? Do you have a hearing problem?"

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Chigiri actually isn’t that bad— you, although begrudgingly found out— since he once gave you a tip or two on how to take care of your hair when you came into class looking like you got attacked by a pigeon on the way that attempted to build a nest on your head and succeeded in its attempt. Miraculously so, considering he was, in your own words; "Blessed by everything good in this universe" to have hair as good as his. You were convinced he did some sort of ritual to always wake up with a good hair day, his denial only made your conspiracy theory stronger.

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"I’m so gonna die." You immediately stated once you came up to Chigiri.

"What’s it now?" Chigiri asked as it became routine for you to simply act like this whenever a minor inconvenience occurred.

"I lost my hair tie, AGAIN" You complained in your usual exaggerated fashion, shutting your locker with an extra oomph to show how truly despicable your situation is.

You felt the way Chigiri rolled his eyes, too used to his habits and totally not because you’ve been paying more attention to him lately. That’d be crazy, you’re not some fool in love or anything! You’re just.. very… very observant… yeah! Must be it.

" Here, you can borrow some of mine. I have a lot at home anyways." He tried to play it off nonchalantly but you could catch the faintest blush on his cheeks before he turned away from you.

"Are you seriously blushing?" you asked, all too eager for his taste. He doesn’t even dignify your comment with a confirmation or denial and just huffs.

"Just take the damn hair tie." He mumbled as if that’d cover up the fact he just blushed in broad daylight, and in front of you, no less, which is more of like a death sentence than it is a blessing.

"This is definitely out of character for him." You thought, all too happy to capitalise on the situation.

"Aww is little Chichi blushing because he’s giving me a hair tie?" You mocked in a baby voice, which only seemed to irritate him since he quickly retracted the black hair tie away and stuffed it inside his pocket, mumbled something about how he’ll "never do this again" or something along those lines, you were too busy laughing at him to hear whatever it was he said.

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Maybe all the time you hung around Chigiri was starting to get to you because why were you actually starting to see him in a different light? and not in the "I hope he dies" or "I hope he chokes on his hair" type of way, no, you were starting to admire him, and as much as it disgusts you, you’re starting to… wish… gulp .. this is a really horrible thing for you to admit but you were actually starting to wish something good for him? What the fuck? You? The one who wishes the worst on anyone who annoys you? That you?

BUTTT!!

You weren't here to focus on that, just here to get through school, focus on grades & not flunk everything, Of course, you still had to help Chigiri with the project but said project had already been submitted so why were you still hanging out with him? Well, whatever it was, you weren't ready to confront it yet.

So to ignore those weird feelings, you busied yourself with assignments, studying, studying.. and more studying. When were you going to stop? It gets to a point of just wanting to get good grades and being obsessed with them but oh well! Who was anyone to tell you how to live your life? Your parents were already there to do that.

While you did your thing, Chigiri was playing soccer & getting better at sprinting and what not— you don’t really ask, you just show up to his practice and study there while he does his thing. It started as a half assed hangout system of yours whenever one got too busy. Soon enough it became routine and devolved into something you now do daily or whenever you can.

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This was honestly the worst assignment your teacher could have ever assigned you. Who the hell just assigns 6 worksheets all due tomorrow? You were so shit talking that teacher with Chigiri later.

You squinted your eyes at the worksheet like it was something from the ancient past only cavemen could comprehend, the sound of yelling in the background continued to stretch on, probably just some idiots yelling for a pass or something— no matter how many times you’ve heard it, it never gets any less distracting.

That's what you thought until you realized the yelling stopped and felt this dreadful feeling in your stomach, like it was genuinely going to make you sick and vomit your lunch that day.

When you looked up, your suspicions were confirmed because you saw Chigiri writhing in pain on the ground and clutching his right leg.

You furrowed your eyebrows, initially believing Chigiri was just being his average princess self. Then you saw how people began to surround him like he was some sort of messiah and only then did it click for you that this just might be a bit more serious than you initially thought.

Welp! There goes your peace and not so quiet-quiet!

Before you could even comprehend what happened, you find yourself in the hospital with Chigiris mom, Neneko, and his older sister, Koyouki, waiting for the evaluation the doctor has made on Chigiri’s injury.

After getting the confirmation that if Chigiri injured his right leg again he might never be able to play football you saw how truly heartbreaking this was for him and felt a tiny bit of sympathy, of which you decided to ignore.

After Chigiri tore his ACL, you unknowingly decided to take care of him (and fiercely defend him from the Wanima brothers) at school, his family thanked you lots for it and you quite possibly secured yourself a place in the Chigiri household.

"Dude stop doing that, you’ll crush me with your fatass." You groaned in annoyance when Chigiri all too casually & carelessly threw his legs over your lap WITH the cast, which in its own right is way too heavy to be ANYWHERE on your precious skin (or so you claim.)

The bastard doesn't even say anything and grabs the remote to flip through the channels, grinning deviously throughout because he knows damn well you wont move him since you haven't made any effort to be rough with him after his incident. He’s definitely going to capitalise off this as much as he can.

When you got no response, you groaned even louder as if that’ll get him to stop using your lap as a leg rest, but as aforementioned, you didn’t make any effort to move him off you and only sulked in defeat. 

Your sulking didn’t last for long though when he puts on a channel you religiously watch and refuse to miss even a rerun of. Suddenly you became all smiles and have completely forgotten about him using you as a leg rest.

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During Chigiris recovery period, you found that you got a lot closer to each other, like weirdly close. Sure, you used to be close to him before his ACL tear but now that you’re having to take care of him & stay over at his house for tutoring & basically act as his bodyguard at school, you find that maybe those feelings you refused to address prior to his injury were actually something and not ones that’d come and go. Who could’ve known?

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"I think you’re stupid." Chigiri one day started out of nowhere while you two were watching the cherry blossoms fall, the spring breeze making the branches rustle— a scene too romantic for people who were supposedly just friends but you chose to ignore that & the warm sensations in your stomach.

"What the fuck?" you blinked, unsure if he was going to continue or just leave it at that. You didn’t know whether to be confused or offended that he just insulted your intelligence out of nowhere after he took you here to supposedly hang out after his leg fully recovered.

"Anyways, I like you." Chigiri once again managed to render you speechless because what the fuck. Your head snapped to him and you looked at him with an expression that could only be described as flabbergasted & confused.

No matter how faint your blush might be in that moment, it’s clear Chigiri noticed it too with how he’s clearly been holding back a laugh. But you figured that him laughing at you is less humiliating than you blushing.

"You can’t just call me stupid and THEN confess??"

"Yeah, well I did."

"Girl, fuck you." You’ve already turned away, not wanting to dignify him with you looking at him any longer. And it was good you did so because you heard him laughing.

"You wish." "HUH!??!"

And then you turned as red as his hair, how great!

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After that interaction (and sudden confession), you both got together as strange as it might be but hey, you’re not complaining! (or maybe you are, no idea.) Who would be complaining after getting with their crush? That’s like, the most pathetic thing someone can do if they have a crush on someone. Thankfully, you aren’t as pathetic as some might think you are and are quite happy that you ended up with your crush.

Even though you two are now dating, nothing seemed to change all that much, maybe a little more romantic affection but you two stayed fairly the same as you were prior to being a couple. Some even forgot you two were even together and kept asking when you’d confess.

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The sun was up with barely any clouds in the sky so it was all blue when you’d look up, leaves & bushes rustled in the background from the warm summer wind. Today was a nice day, sunny and just the right temperature for ice-cream! That’s what you thought, at least up until now.

While Chigiri was getting the Vogue treatment from the wind, you were fighting for your life to get your hair out of the way long enough to have a bite out of your beautiful, delicious, possibly melting ice cream while Chigiri watched in too much amusement for your taste.

You looked at Chigiri, and he looked at you, and after noticing how perfect the wind makes him look you immediately got pissed. Like how dare it make him look like.. that while shitting on you relentlessly with the way it made your hair go everywhere? You’d make a remark about how the wind is discriminatory or something for laughs but this is no laughing matter. Your (supposed) reputation of being the most beautiful person on school grounds is bound to be tarnished if someone from your school saw you like this.

Scowling at Chigiri, you cocked your head to the side & raised an eyebrow like him staring at you in such a state was truly the biggest offense he’s ever committed towards you.

“The fuck you lookin’ at, ugly? Be a useful boyfriend for once and get my hair out of my face.” You demanded with all too much sass in your voice for the position you’re in right now.

Chigiri snickered and you would’ve probably said something insulting to him had he not complied with your demand and pushed your hair out of your face. At least he was useful this once & didn’t try and tease you for whatever reason.

With Chigiris hands holding your once free hair & keeping it from ruining your ice-cream— you finally were able to take a bite from your ice-cream. Not lick, but bite like the damn sociopath you are. 

After witnessing such a crime Chigiri debated whether to let loose your hair so you could quit committing such heinous act in front of him but he decided against it after he realized you’d most likely cause a scene and end up embarrassing the both of you.

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Safe to say, from that interaction alone, it was clear people wonder how you two are a couple and still manage to REMAIN in love with each other with the shit you do, like the amount of times your friends saw you attempt to gaslight Chigiri to believe in something totally untrue (like the fact his sandwich evaporated into thin air when in reality you just ate it.) or mess with his hair products so he could have a harder time figuring out which is which so you could step in like some knight in shining armor is insane.

The same goes for Chigiri though, he doesn't let you get away with your little pranks and comes back for vengeance— like that one time he stole your sandwich and fed it to the rats because you ate his sandwich or the one time he hid your hair ties from you so he could get back at you messing with his hair products’ and what not.

Despite the bizarre nature of your relationship, your friends suppose that freaks do go well together so maybe his princess attitude outweighs your superiority complex and vice versa because there is NO way you two should even work together in the slightest.

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Today you decided that you would prank Chigiri. No reason as to why — simply for the fun of it because you’d like to think you’re full of whimsy, happiness and rainbow vomit.

This line of thinking is what brought you in the situation you were in — squeaks heard throughout his room courtesy of the abundance of balloons you set up as a way to get revenge for him eating the leftovers his mom so graciously offered you.

Chigiri narrowed his eyes as he looked at the piles and piles of balloons that filled up his room, he would’ve gotten a pin to pop them but then you notified him they were all filled with water so he has to painfully take them out one by one if he didn’t want his whole room drenched in water.

You stared at Chigiri for a moment or two in suspicion, usually he’d get a bit pissed off and then go on some monologue or something before telling you that he also set something up for you but nothing came out of him.

He looked way too upset for something as harmless as this — so you, being the confrontational person you are— decided to be upfront and ask him about it.

“What’re you so angry about?” You asked, putting aside a balloon you were previously going to fill aside so you could stand up and make your way to him since you didn’t want to be talking all the from across the room.

Chigiri seemed to be a bit.. conflicted? Unsure? No idea what was going through that head of his but it didn’t seem like anything good, your best guess was that he was just being antsy about how much longer it’ll take for him to clean his room.

“Wait — lemme guess! ” You interrupted before he could even think of what to say, raising a hand to stop him before you dramatically closed your eyes and thought real hard about what would make him this upset.

Chigiri rolled his eyes in annoyance, huffing even at your antics and inability to read the room.

“You got your period after you turned into a girl!” You exclaimed, opening your eyes as if what you said held any weight. Chigiri blinked at you and furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief that this would be your first thought.

Upon seeing his confusion, you decided to elaborate for some reason as if anything you would say after that was in any way going to redeem your past statement.

“Y’know, you pretty much look the part so maybe you’d turn into one!” Chigiri couldn’t decide what was worse, your confidence or the fact you said it like a statement.

Before he could interject and tell you how stupid that theory of yours is, you already let out a gasp and covered your mouth with your hands as if you discovered the true reason for him being upset and Chigiri had a feeling it wasn’t going to be any better than your past assumptions.

“DID I MANIFEST IT?!” You looked way too excited when you said that for Chigiri’s taste.

“What? No — what are you even talking about? ”

“Oh.. bummer.” You mumbled, excitement dying down as if you were genuinely disappointed Chigiri hadn’t turned into a girl.

“Sorry?”

“Anyways! If that isn’t it, then what got you so upset?” You asked with a tilt of your head slightly to the side while you awaited his response, assuming he’d start semi-affectionately monologuing right about now about how annoying you and your pranks are.

Chigiri stalled for a few seconds with his gaze averted like he was working up the courage to tell you what got him in that type of mood before he finally opened his mouth to say those horrible 4 words; “We.. We should break up.”

Your whole body stiffened. That was the last thing you expected to hear from him, why now? Why not earlier? Was this just some sick prank to play on you after the one you just did now? That’d be really cruel but at least it wouldn’t mean the end of your relationship.

The whole world around you blurred along with Chigiri, maybe it was your tears or maybe you’re just starting to get dizzy or maybe it’s something in the air that’s making you like this — it doesn’t really matter, does it? You’re still losing your best friend, and your love, too.

“...Huh?” You mumbled after swallowing the lump in your throat, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

Chigiri’s eyes widened ever so slightly once looked back and saw you prior to recomposing himself, he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck in awkwardness. It looked like the sight of you so affected by his words seemed to have taken a toll on him. Should you be happy that he still seemed to be affected by you or is it pathetic?

“I got invited to this school and apparently it’s for making the best striker in the world, we won’t be having any outside contact so it’ll be pretty hard to talk with you so I — ” He started, probably in an attempt to try and salvage whatever it is you two had left.

Listening to him ramble about how this is “for the better” was seriously pissing you off. How dare he go on a tangent about how it’d be so much “better” for you two when he’s clearly the only one benefiting from this? How dare he try to spin it around and pretend like it’d be the best thing for the both of you?

Your hands formed into fists and you gripped the fabric of your pants as some stupid outlet for all the emotions you’re experiencing with your gaze far away from him.

“Spare me your excuses.” You said through gritted teeth, cutting him off.

Does he think he’s just way better than you to the point he had to make lame ass excuses so he doesn’t hurt your feelings? You’ve worked harder than him and done more than him, so damn him if he thinks he’s in any way better than you.

“Don’t think you’re better than me just because you got invited to some elite school.” You mumbled while passing by Chigiri on your way to his rooms door.

Chigiri almost reached out to you, almost tried to stop you from leaving. Just almost before the more rational part of him stopped him mid-way with his hand reaching out to touch the place your arm would’ve been before you left.

He reminded himself it’s for the better, neither of you would be able to maintain a long-distance relationship with no contact. That’d it be better if he just broke it off instead of having you wait for someone who’ll barely be there.

He stands there for a few moments, simply mulling over what just occurred and if he could’ve chosen a better time or place or way to break the news to you. Maybe he should’ve told you when you weren’t having such a mellow moment, or maybe it was better that it was in a light hearted mood.

When you rushed downstairs to leave and pass by the kitchen, you hear Chigiris mom, Neneko, call you to the kitchen for help with dinner and you ignore it.

When you passed by the living room and hear Chigiris sister, Koyouki, call you over to play a board game you ignore her, too.

After that, you ran home and isolated yourself in your room for a few hours.

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Should it hurt that much?

Why is it now that once you get someone who loves you unconditionally that fate pulls you two apart?

Were you just.. not meant to be? Like were you two just destined to fail? Was the relationship you two had anything more than stupid teenage love? Or was it something more?

You can’t seem to bring yourself to answer any of the questions and doubt swirling in your mind after what you had just experienced back at his house.

Your mom knocks on the door and comes in without waiting for a response, you assume she’s here to ask you about your homework but once she sees how you lie there on your back with tears streaming down your face and your eyes deadset on the ceiling— she leaves and closes the door behind her.

You think she saw how probably pathetic you look as of now and decided to save her lecture or whatever it is she was going to do for later. Probably for when you come out for dinner or something.

florists (extra) notes :: no one asked for like the 4k words of fluff but im the gift that keeps on giving so u take it or u leave it. this is my first time writing long fics so erm enjoy !! if the last part is written poorly, that's because i wrote it rlly late and i was sleepy

lowkey guys i rlly dislike chigiri 😓😓😓 but i was planning to write for him anyways so we ball

also i had no idea how i was gonna make this both angst & friends to lovers so i hope this sufficed!! plus idk chigiris character all that well so u had me studying for this hoe smh../hj

im gonna be so real and say that i actually really enjoyed writing for this request, maybe my hatred towards chigiri is just misdirected.. or i like writing dramatic reader or wtv this genre of reader is. either way it was fun!!

very important but does anyone want to be added to some sort of taglist for this event? like ill tag you in each post of it or smth

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[robo-dino-puppy]

ducks in the forbidden west

bird experts correct me, but I think this is a cinnamon teal duck? i'd never heard about them until i was trying to figure out what duck i was looking at for this post - they're quite beautiful!

[screampied]

#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.

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at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.

“oh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.

with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, “who are you even supposed to be.”

“uh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”

“don’t call me that.”

“just did.”

oh, brother.

the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he’d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.

“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”

with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten even more handsome.

satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.

he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.

again, there wasn’t a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.

the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.

satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.

he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.

“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”

“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”

“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.

a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”

shit.

he had a point.

after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.

you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.

you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”

satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.

you remember the exact brand too, and it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.

there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.

there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.

you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.

satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,

“make me.”

so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.

not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.

and that’s when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.

glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.

“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.

satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.

as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.

his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.

“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.

you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.

perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.

his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.

curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.

it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”

“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.

satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.

he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.

a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.

satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.

“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”

cute.

you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.

“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.

he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.

you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.

satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.

wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.

with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.

all six eyes were fixated between your legs—

satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.

he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.

he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.

“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”

“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.

fuck, he had such long fingers.

you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding . .

“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.

again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.

you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.

already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.

satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.

you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.

it’s carnal, you’re stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!

“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated themselves over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.

satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.

satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.

you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.

only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.

“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”

“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.

like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.

he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.

this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.

he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.

“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.

coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.

just . . one . . more,

right?

well, that’s what you told yourself.

but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.

two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.

his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.

it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.

and it does - it definitely does.

“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.

satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.

starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”

“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.

he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.

“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”

“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.

satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”

“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.

pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.

satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.

satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.

god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.

“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.

from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.

your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.

the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”

“are you gonna fuck me or n—”

“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.

inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.

satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.

his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.

satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.

your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.

it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”

and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.

the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .

you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.

satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.

it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.

satoru’s got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.

you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.

heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckin’ kind..

his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.

with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”

“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.

you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.

he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.

you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.

and his stamina . . oh,

it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.

“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.

satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.

he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”

you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”

“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.

you still couldn’t get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.

the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.

with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.

you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.

your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.

as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’

“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.

he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”

satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.

his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.

“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.

you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”

“how about you stop talking-”

“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”

radio silence.

you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.

“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.

his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.

the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”

“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.

satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not an answer, silly.”

“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.

you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.

“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”

with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”

“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.

as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.

within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—

it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.

the woman he always knew - his wife.

“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”

“pretty please what, sweetheart?”

he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.

with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, “pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”

“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.

satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.

you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”

white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.

when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.

pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.

he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.

bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.

gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.

satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips start to get even sloppier.

he was a mess, and you’ve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.

a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldn’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.

you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.

he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.

“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.

slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. “mmh.”

“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.

with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”

“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.

he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.

it’s intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.

satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.

you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.

it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..

satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.

“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”

like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.

as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.

fuck it.

fuck him - literally.

“lie back,” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.

like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.

“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.

it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”

you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”

“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.

he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.

“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.

as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.

“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”

[luna-azzurra]

How to Write a Character

↠ Start with the basics, because obviously. Name. Age. Gender. Maybe even a birthday if you’re feeling fancy. This is step one because, well, your character needs to exist before they can be interesting. But nobody cares if they’re 27 or 37 unless it actually matters to the story.

↠ Looks aren’t everything… but also, describe them. Yes, we know their soul is more important than their hair color, but readers still need something to visualize. Do they have the kind of face that makes babies cry? Do they always look like they just rolled out of bed? Give us details, not just “tall with brown hair.

↠ Personality isn’t just “kind but tough.” For the love of storytelling, give them more than two adjectives. Are they kind, or do they just pretend to be because they hate confrontation? Are they actually tough, or are they just too emotionally repressed to cry in public? Dig deeper.

↠ Backstory = Trauma (usually). Something shaped them. Maybe it was a messy divorce, maybe they were the middle child and never got enough attention, or maybe they once got humiliated in a spelling bee and never recovered. Whatever it is, make it matter to who they are today.

↠ Give them a goal. Preferably a messy one. If your character’s only motivation is to “be happy” or “do their best,” they’re boring. They need a real goal, one that conflicts with who they are, what they believe in, or what they think they deserve. Bonus points if it wrecks them emotionally.

↠ Make them suffer. Yes, I said it. A smooth, easy journey is not a story. Give them obstacles. Rip things away from them. Make them work for what they want. Nobody wants to read about a character who just gets everything handed to them (unless it’s satire, then carry on).

↠ Relationships = Depth. Nobody exists in a vacuum. Who do they love? Who annoys the hell out of them? Who do they have that messy, can’t-live-with-you-can’t-live-without-you tension with? People shape us. So, shape your character through the people in their life.

↠ Give them a voice that actually sounds like them. If all your characters talk the same, you’ve got a problem. Some people ramble, some overthink, some are blunt to the point of being offensive. Let their voice show who they are. You should be able to tell who’s talking without dialogue tags.

↠ If they don’t grow, what’s the point? People change. They learn things, make mistakes, get their hearts broken, and (hopefully) become a little wiser. If your character starts and ends the story as the same exact person, you just wasted everyone’s time.

↠ Flaws. Give. Them. Flaws. Nobody likes a perfect character. Give them something to struggle with, maybe they’re selfish, maybe they push people away, maybe they’re addicted to the thrill of self-destruction (fun!). Make them real. Make them human.

↠ Relatability is key. Your character doesn’t have to be likable, but they do have to be understandable. Readers need to get them, even if they don’t agree with them. If your character never struggles, never doubts, and never screws up, I have bad news: they’re not a character, they’re a mannequin.

↠ You’re never actually done. Characters evolve, not just in the story, but as you write them. If something feels off, fix it. If they feel flat, dig deeper. Keep refining, rewriting, and letting them surprise you. That’s how you create someone who feels real.

Now go forth and write characters that actually make people feel something. And if you need a reminder, just ask yourself: Would I care if this person existed in real life? If the answer is meh, start over.

[unluckiestmember]

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

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Knock You Down a Peg or Two

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Established relationship, violent threats (not against the reader), protective vibes, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I'm in a mood, lovelies. We can consider this in the same universe as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and Handsome and Beautiful. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was no longer the Winter Soldier. He told himself every day he wasn't a cold killer anymore. He did his best to make amends and worked hard to clear his name. From time to time though, people pushed his buttons and got under his skin. You helped him brush it off. Their opinions didn't matter at the end of the day, only yours.

You mattered to him more than anything else. So, if someone bothers him, yeah, he could let it go. Someone upsetting you? He wouldn't stand for it.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he spotted the little weasel sitting at the table in the break room alone. A few hours ago, you called him to vent about how this guy repeatedly tried to make you look bad in front of your superior during a meeting. It wasn’t the first time either. Your tears of frustration were obvious by your tone on the other end, though you tried to hide them. You worked hard, harder than anyone else he knew, and you took your job seriously.

He saw red when he heard you sniffle and it was the only color he had seen since then.

“Give me his name.”

“Bucky, no,” you had argued. “The guy’s a prick and I just needed to vent, so you don’t-”

“Please, baby,” he whispered, knowing full well you could handle yourself, but you were his wife and someone took joy out of your day. Not just that, they made you cry. He took this personally and he wanted to defend you. “Just give me his name so I can take care of it.”

You softly gave him the name, and he made it a priority to find the asshole. It didn’t take him long. No one even questioned why he was asking. It must’ve been his “murder strut” and glare. You once said it could break even the strongest of people.

He headed toward the empty chair beside the agent, careful not to make a sound. His stealth assisted with that. Once he reached the chair though, he made it a point to scrap the chair across the floor to get the prick's attention. The annoyance in his eyes quickly shifted to fear when he realized who he was looking at.

Good. He hoped he pissed his pants.

He made a show of slipping off his leather jacket before taking a seat, making sure the agent got a good look at his metal arm. He also made a show of getting one of his knives out, one you gifted him. “I think we can skip the introductions since you know who I am and I really don't give a shit who you are,” he began, his voice low as he twirled the knife between his fingers. “But I understand you know my wife and, well, she’s the reason I’m here.”

The guy blinked when Bucky made eye contact, the blade still expertly weaving in his hand. “S-Sure. Everyone knows your wife.”

Bucky smiled softly, taking a second to glance at his wedding band. “I’m usually not one to brag, but I can’t help it when it comes to her. She works hard and deserves all the praise she gets, but she’s still humble. Appreciative. Loyal,” he boasted, still smiling before he glared again. “She’d never throw anyone under the bus, especially in front of a superior.”

The little weasel cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. He seemed to notice for the first time that they were the only two people there. “Look, I don’t know what your wife said, but-”

Bucky pointed the blade at him. “I would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next,” he snarled, his eyes as cold as ice.

There was a beat of silence as the guy squirmed in his seat and averted his gaze. Bucky wished you were there to see it. And Steve and Sam. “I may have run my mouth a bit. I just wanted to knock her down a peg or two, you know? She keeps getting promoted and…” he swallowed when Bucky’s eyes narrowed to slits. If this fucker even thought about implying that you slept your way to get where you were today, he may actually cut his throat. “Please, don't kill me.”

The silence after that statement may have been uncomfortable for some, but Bucky didn’t break a sweat. No, he was just thinking of all the different ways he could put him in the hospital for even thinking he had a right to put you down. Putting the knife away, he slowly got to his feet. “Get up,” he said quietly, flexing his hands in intimidation.

“Fuck.” The man nearly knocked his chair over as he stood. “Listen, I’m sorry,” he blurted out, putting his hands out in front of him. “I’ll apologize to her first thing tomorrow, I swear.”

“You think that makes up for it? And are you sorry for trying to make her look bad or are you sorry that you’re under my radar now?” Bucky’s stare remained steady as he knocked his chair out of the way, the piece of furniture nearly splintering when it hit the wall. “Everyone knows what I'm capable of, but do you know what happens to people who upset. My. Wife?”

Bucky refused to say that you cried. The asshole might take that as a sign of victory and he wouldn’t give him any sort of win. He didn’t deserve it. He didn't deserve to be in the same space as you.

The guy’s mouth parted as he took a few steps back on shaky legs. “I-It won’t happen again! I swear!”

“No, it won't, but how about I cut your tongue out so you can’t run your mouth again? Maybe pull out your teeth, too?” Bucky knocked the table away next as he advanced. “Or how about your eyes so you won’t look at her either. Hell, I’ll settle for taking your arm. We’ll match.”

The man let out what sounded like a whimper, his teeth nearly chattering from his fear. Scaring people had given him nightmares, haunted him, but it fueled his fire when he terrified anyone in your honor. “I won’t bother her ever again! I’ll tell my boss she deserves another promotion! I'll transfer! You have my word! I’m sorry!”

Bucky laughed after a moment, a bitter, chilling sound before he held up a hand. “I’m just fucking with you.”

His eyes were still wide with fear. “W… What?”

“I was just trying to scare you a little. You should see the look on your face,” Bucky chuckled again, lightly smacking the guy’s cheek. “Listen, you don’t have to transfer and I’m not going to torture you. Just apologize to my girl and we’re good, okay?”

“Okay.” He let out a breath and chuckled, too. “You really won’t torture me?”

“No, I won’t,” he grinned, grabbing his shoulders. “But I will knock you down a peg or two.”

The prick didn’t see the headbutt coming, but he felt it before he hit the ground. Bucky knew he’d feel it in the morning, too. He got off lucky.

“You know, after you apologize to my wife, I hope you do stay so you can see her continue to thrive,” Bucky toed the guy’s body with his boot. “And speaking of, I need to go buy her some flowers, chocolate, and wine. She deserves it.”

Grabbing his jacket from the broken chair across the room and brushing it off, he whistled as he left the room. He waited until he was a good distance away to call. You picked up on the second ring.

“Hey.” You sounded much better than you did earlier. “So, what’s the damage?”

“Hey, baby,” he smiled. “I headbutted the prick. And before you ask, my head feels great.”

The former assassin may get suspended for that and damaging the table and chair, but he doubted the asshole would have the balls to speak up about what happened.

“Bucky…” you sighed. You were probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“You’re gonna let me eat you for dessert when I get home,” he smirked. Not that he needed an excuse to dive between your legs, but he'd take any chance he had. “Figure I'll give you at least two orgasms before dinner.”

“Is that right, Mr. Barnes?”

“That is right, Mrs. Barnes.”

The sound of your giggle spread warmth through his chest. Your happiness was his happiness. “Better not keep me waiting,” you teased, pausing for a beat. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he said. You always stuck up for him without question.

“Love you.”

His heart swelled more. “Love you, too.”

He’d have some more explaining to do once he got home and would probably have to pay for the damage he caused. He was also sure that you were plotting the demise of the man’s career and would tell him that he didn’t need to do anything, but he wanted to. He was no longer the Winter Soldier.

But he was your husband and he’d defend you with his life, no matter what.

Violence isn't the answer, but this is fanfiction and we all deserve a loving Bucky. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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How the LaDS men react to you leaving a note in their lunch

pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x F!Reader(separate)

content: corny puns(i’m sorry), tiny bit suggestive, mostly fluff, mentions of meals being skipped in caleb’s

a/n: caleb’s and sylus’s a teensy bit longer bc i got carried away at end oopsies

Xavier

You and Xavier usually ate lunch together, be it after a mission or after training. Perks of being partners at work.

Today, however, was different.

Xavier had to join the analytics department for a debrief after a special solo mission.

He originally planned on flaking and leaving with you as soon as you had wrapped up your work.

But once you had persuaded him a bit with promises of spending the whole day together tomorrow and a long cuddle session tonight, he caved.

You patted his head as he was pouting at you and pressed a small box to his chest, before turning around and waving goodbye.

He barely registered the tupperware he was holding, as he longingly stared at your retrieving back.

Once you were out of sight, he looked at what exactly you had given him.

Taking in the silver box, he smiled to himself.

The corners of his lips turned upwards and he went to sit down on the nearest chair.

You expected him to eat it during a short break during the meeting, but he couldn’t wait that long, knowing you prepared something for him.

He was contemplating taking out his phone and telling you to come back and join him right now, eat the food you had made for him, together.

He stopped that train of thought, thinking to himself that he didn’t want to drag you back here.

With a slight shake of his head and sigh escaping his lips, he went to open the box.

The first thing he noticed was the amazing smell of whatever you had packed him, the second wasn’t the food but a little yellow note stuck to the roof of the lid.

“Hang in there, Xavie.

I’ll make it worth your while tonight ;)”

The tips of his ears turned red, he stared at the note before breathing out a chuckle.

You really knew how to motivate him, didn’t you?

Before he could linger on the note for too long, he heard a chipper voice behind him.

“Oh, hey Xavier! Mind if we join you?”

He saw Tara and Simone put their bags on the table he was sitting at.

He gave them a small nod of acknowledgement, immediately tuning them back out again after.

He hid the note in his pocket, thinking about how to repay you later.

Zayne

Zayne was used to you preparing his lunch for him, he considered you bringing him his lunch during his breaks as part of his work routine.

He loved getting to see you amid his packed schedule, finding a way to sneak in some extra time for you two to spend together.

Unfortunately, today you couldn’t drop by and bring it to him in person, since you had to go on a mission outside of town.

Instead, you had handed him his lunchbox this morning, kissing him on the cheek before heading out.

He usually looked forward to his break because he knew he’d be able to see you.

Today, that perk fell away, so once his break time rolled around, he kept on working on some reports.

Until he heard the notification sound he put specifically for you,

“Don’t forget to eat, Dr. Zayne!”

“I miss uuuu, can’t wait to see u later”

A small smile graced his lips, an expression you easily brought out of him.

“Take care of yourself. I’ll be alright, as long as you’ll return in one piece later.”

Once he saw you were offline again, he put his phone away, finally taking out the lunchbox you had prepared for him this morning.

He placed it on his desk, taking the lid off.

He immediately noticed the small sticky note you had left.

“I’m “nuts” about you ;D enjoy your break, my love.”

Zayne silently quirked a brow as he read the message you wrote for him.

He shook his head as a quiet laugh escaped him.

His face went back to its usual deadpan expression.

If anyone were to walk in, he’d appear the same as he usually did. You’re the only one who would’ve been able to make out his hidden amusement.

Before he went to eating, he quickly pressed the sticky note to the frame of the picture he had of you two on his desk.

He was looking forward to welcoming you home tonight.

Rafayel

Rafayel had been whining all morning.

He was being forced to meet up with some art brokers outside of Linkon.

He had come up with 10 different excuses and 7 different plans on how to get out of this, yet all of his attempts were shut down. By you.

Talk about betrayal.

You had spent the entire morning talking him into going, saying how it would benefit him and how he should just make Thomas’s job easier for once.

Why couldn’t you understand that he just wanted to spend as much time with you as he could!!!

The next best idea in his mind was coaxing you into coming along.

Too bad for him, you already had plans for the day.

“Just get going already, you big baby.”

You had said to him.

“The sooner you get there, the sooner you can come back. Probably.”

You paid no mind to his heart clenching pout(self proclaimed) and just pinched his cheeks.

Before he could attempt anything else, like tripping over a brush and pretending to have broken his back, or blowing up his car(who knew what lengths he was willing go to, just to get out of work? You certainly didn’t want to find out.) you pressed a chaste but sweet kiss to his lips.

“Have a good day, Rafayel. And be nice to Thomas!”

And before he knew it, you were out of the door.

A groan left his lips, as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He was willing to go along with anything you had planned today, he just wanted to be with you a bit more.

Finally, wrapping up his sulking once he realised you weren’t coming back and he really did have to get going.

He grabbed his bag and left out the door you had disappeared out of, minutes before.

Fast forward a few hours later, he’d been sitting in some stuffy office, barely paying attention to what Thomas and the man sitting across from him were saying.

“Alright, let’s take five.”

At that, Rafayel perked up.

Immediately getting out of his chair and walking towards the door.

“Always nice doing business.”

Thomas gave him a pointed look,

“Rafayel, we aren’t done here yet. You better not take too long.”

The purple haired man hummed without looking back and left the building as quickly as he could.

While he knew Thomas was probably gonna think he left, as soon as he couldn’t find him inside, he didn’t care.

He got in his car and rested his head against the steering wheel.

He stretched and went to reach into his bag to grab his phone to text you, when he suddenly saw something he hadn’t noticed before.

There was a silver box sitting in his bag.

You sweet, cunning little thing.

He immediately pulled the lunchbox out, a look of intrigue in his eyes.

Of course, you wouldn’t just cruelly send him into hours of boring work, without rewarding him!

He took the lid off, being met with another sweet, sweet surprise.

Your handwriting immediately caught his attention.

“You’re doing amazing, baby!”

A chibi you doing a thumbs up next to the message,

and on the bottom you drew two stick figures holding hands, surrounded by hearts.

He chuckled quietly and if anyone told you about the lovesick look on his face as he stared at the tiny note, he would’ve sworn they were lying.

He reached back into his bag to grab his phone, snapping a picture of the note,

“seems like ur down bad for me lol”

You didn’t have to know about the goofy grin on his face as he ate whatever you had prepared.

Sylus

Whenever he could, Sylus would make sure you and him shared at least one meal together.

He knew, that due to your conflicting schedules, that wasn’t always possible.

By the time you’d wake up, Sylus’s day was slowly drawing to a close,

by the time you’d have lunch, Sylus would be fast asleep,

and by the time he’d wake up, you were finishing up the last of your work.

Yet he’d make an effort regardless.

Whether it be having breakfast, while you were eating your last meal of the day or keeping you company while he brought you breakfast, simultaneously getting ready to wind down after a night of work.

Obviously, that didn’t always work.

Sometimes you two would barely be able to see each other, missing one another due to your complicated relay race of a sleep schedule.

Today was one of those days.

Yesterday was your day off, but you had to get up early today to get to the Hunters Association on time, so you decided to catch up on some sleep and hit the hay early last night.

As Sylus had to get ready to leave, you had finished up your dinner.

Just as you got into the bedroom to call it a day, Sylus was heading out to tie up some loose ends.

With murmured declarations of love, you bid each other farewell. A quick kiss on the cheek, a soft peck on the lips and out the door he was and you were settling into bed.

Morning came rolling around, Sylus was taking longer than usual.

Before you knew it, you had to head out of the door, taking one of Sylus’s many cars to drive back to Linkon City,

not before sending him a quick text, though;

“I’ll get going now. Rest well, Sy!”

By the time he had gotten back to the base, you had long been gone.

He rubbed his eyes as he read your text.

Feeling groggy, he decided to skip his last meal and texted you back a good night message.

Once he had woken back up, he was half expecting you to be back, laying next to him but to his disappointment, you were no where in sight.

He headed to the kitchen as he checked the time.

5 pm. Surely you’d be coming back soon.

Sylus found Luke and Kieran lounging around the fridge and he quirked an eyebrow at them,

“You two usually don’t show your faces here, unless it’s time to eat.”

The twins looked at him, Luke scratching his neck and Kieran going back to looking around the kitchen,

“Well, boss…”

“Your bad luck struck again.”

“Very unfortunate, indeed.”

“Mhm, mhm!”

Sylus looked at them unimpressed, waiting for them to elaborate.

Luke and Kieran looked each other, silently trying to get the other to break the news to him.

“You see,”

“You might’ve just missed…”

“Miss hunter, boss-man.”

“Mhm, you totally missed her, boss.”

“She just left actually.”

Sylus could feel a headache forming, squinting his eyes at his henchmen.

“She was here? Why would she leave so soon, then?”

The twins shrugged in unison. Mumbling something about how unpredictable hunters were.

“She actually got here a few hours ago,”

“Said she didn’t wanna wake you.”

“Something about you needing the sleep.”

He heard one of them snicker, he couldn’t care enough to glare at the one who did.

Sylus ran a hand through his hair and a pointed look was enough to send the twins scurrying off.

He made a mental note to subtly complain to you about this later.

His mood souring after finding out he just missed you by a hair, he decided to have someone bring his breakfast up to his office, as he turned on his heel.

He spent the day in his office, working through a pile of reports and modifying Mephisto.

He sent you a few texts in between but gathered that you were busy, considering the lack of responses.

He was starting to think he shouldn’t have worked on Mephisto today, curious to see what you were up to, that was so much more important than answering his texts.

At around midnight, a knock resounded on his door.

“Come in.”

His hopes that it might just be you crushed, as he saw one of the twins walk in.

“Yo, boss-man, we were told to make sure you take a break. Instructions from the boss of all bosses.”

He placed a lunchbox on Sylus’s desk and disappeared as quickly as he had shown up.

Mephisto started cawing, reminiscing a laugh.

Sylus shut him up with a flicker of his gaze.

He reached for the black box and opened it.

His lips curled upwards into a half smirk as his eyes landed on the post-it note.

“The anticipation of seeing you later is driving me crazy.

Now, eat up!”

He could read you like an open book, even when you weren’t with him, yet having you be so open about your feelings made something inside of his chest bloom.

Even when you were busy, you still made sure to leave your mark on his day one way or another.

The soft look in his eyes was only ever reserved for you and he couldn’t wait to show it to you.

Don’t think he’ll forget about how you didn’t answer his texts, though.

Caleb

Growing up, Caleb always packed your school lunch.

He would cook for you whenever you were home.

And even when he wasn’t home, he’d make sure you were fed one way or another.

That habit never stopped as you two got older.

He loved cooking for you, it’s the reason he learned how to make all of your favourite dishes.

You always wanted to return the favour but a good moment never presented itself.

From starting college and becoming a pilot to becoming the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, his discipline only increased and so did his love for you.

Just when on earth could you find the time to make food for a man who got up at the ass crack of dawn to work out and make you a nutritious breakfast.

Well, once you found out that this same disciplined man skipped his own meals in favour of getting his work done, you decided to step your game up.

You had it all planned out, you’d take a few days off without telling him, meal prepping for him and getting to his apartment in Skyhaven without telling him.

As you arrived at his place and unlocked the door, stepping inside, your phone vibrated.

“Whatcha up to, pips? ;)”

You squinted around the room trying to see if he had any cameras inside.

Arriving at the conclusion that he probably(hopefully) just got a notification from his door being unlocked, you texted him back.

“Got the day off, gonna wait here until you come back.”

You felt your phone vibrate a few more times after you tucked it back into your pocket, you made your way to his fridge.

Wishing he could see your face of absolute disbelief at the sight of his pathetic fridge.

Empty. Entirely empty, aside from a few apples.

Who lives like this?

Does this man live off of apples?!

You placed all the tupperware you had prepared ingredients in, in his fridge.

Some rice, boiled veggies and proteins.

You’d have to give him a good talking to about this later.

A weird feeling settled in your chest, realising he only really takes good care of himself when you’re around, which is also just a by-product of him taking care of you.

With a sigh you closed his fridge, one more lunchbox remaining at the bottom of your bag.

Still ignoring the messages he had sent you, you left his apartment again.

Caleb was lounging in his office, he still had some time before he had to attend another meeting with the other Colonels and their subordinates.

He was wondering why you weren’t answering him, he was about to check the cameras around his apartment, when a knock resounded in his office.

He put his phone away, knowing he was about to get busy again.

-

His authoritative steps echoing through the emptying hallway.

The nurses and soldiers hurrying off after seeing his annoyed expression.

He paid them no mind, as he unlocked the door to his office.

As soon as he stepped inside, he took his hat off, running a hand through his hair.

Caleb couldn’t care less what the other people working there thought of him.

He gets his work done and he gets it done well.

Nothing else mattered, yet he couldn’t help but feel annoyed at these stuck up old men who dared to doubt his capabilities, be it out of sheer jealous or fear.

They got another thing coming, if they think they could mess with him.

He doesn’t take lightly to his duties, and he doesn’t take lightly to protecting you.

You. That’s who all this was about.

He would put up with about anything, as long as it meant you’d be safe.

Because you were everything to him, his sweet pipsq-

He lost his train of thought as he spotted the silly lunchbox sitting on his desk.

A pattern of red and green apples on it, decorated with stickers that had started to wear off.

It’s your old lunchbox.

He looked around his office, a grin finding its way onto his lips.

You’ve always been a sly one.

He sat down in his chair, inspecting the childish box.

As he took a look inside he was hit by the smell of braised chicken wings.

But he immediately lost interest in the food as soon as he saw the note you had snuck inside of the box.

“Learned from the best.

Eat well and rest well, Caleb.

Or you’ll have to face my fury >:(“

He chuckled to himself, you managed to get into his office undetected, just to drop off some lunch for him?

Caleb loved taking care of you.

It’s what he lived for, but he couldn’t lie.

He liked the feeling of you looking out for him as well.

You always manage to make all his doubts and worries disappear.

He’ll have to get creative with thanking you later.

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rafe with a weird and clingy girl pt. 2 y’all i have a lot of these you don’t even know how weird of a gf i can be.

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it’s not just cute aggression. although that is a main factor. you need to be touching him at aalllll times. like all the time.

you’re both in bed, the night a cold one for the outer banks. he’s on his side of the bed reading a lame book that you can’t care for. and despite being under the same blanket as him, he feels warmer.

you place your cold hands on his abs and he lets out a tiny yelp and shoves you away. “god, why are you so cold?”

“as my boyfriend it’s your job to warm me up!”

“no way, then i quit”

you put your hands back on him and despite how he tenses from the cold, he doesn’t push you away again. this gives you to the idea to trail your hand down and put them in his shorts.

“what the hell are you doing?”

“that’s the warmest part of you”

“what?”

“it’s like when i put my hands in my bra cause it’s really warm”

“you put your hands in your bra?”

“shut up, you put your hands in my bra all the time”

“to cop a feel not to get warm”

“don’t move my hands!” because he’s trying to get your hands out of his shorts

“baby, you cant grip on me because you want to warm up”

“okay then pretend im coping a feel!”

“get off of me weirdo!” he laughs, attention now on you as you practically wrestle

you like to slap his ass. it’s hard not to. he’s so tantalizing. even when he isn’t trying. you go to the gym with him once and he’s lifting weights as you drool behind him. up and down. up and down. You let out a wolf whistle as you watch him and he tries and hold back his smile.

“just like that” you coo

“you sound like a pervert”

“im a pervert for you”

“that’s not as romantic as you think it is”

“what would you do if i squished a cheek right now?”

this alarms him and he drops the weights, giving you a scolding look. “you can’t squish a guys cheek while he’s lifting”

“im not going to.” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. you were definitely going to.

he gives you a careful side eye, making sure you’re on your best behavior. a few minutes later and he’s back at his task. you sit, bored, still just watching him. you sigh loudly as you get up off the machine you were sitting on. “you’re boring. im leaving”

“wait for me, angel, im almost—“

you giggle and run away as you send a smack to his ass, “sorry! i had to!”

“jesus, you’re an animal!” he calls out after you.

you don’t even stop at family events. cameron events are usually stuffy. you hate them. but you do what you can for rafe. it’s the end of the awkward dinner and you two are washing dishes. “surprised you didn’t make the help do this”

“we gave him the day off”

“spoiled brat” you tease him as he rinses a dish under the water. you finish drying off the plate and put it in the cabinet, eyes trailing over him. his ass looks good in his dress pants.

with a hop to your step, you stand behind him and wrap your arms around his waist. “what are you up to?”

you scoff, “can’t a girl hug her man?”

“you’re hugging me like a broke boyfriend. you only do that when you’re up to something”

“would it surprise you if i said im trying to cop a feel?”

“nothing about you surprises me anymore”

“so you won’t be mad?”

“i’ll be pissed.”

“too late” you bring your hands behind him and give his ass a squeeze. he tenses at this, pushing himself forward to get away from you.

“you’re perverted!”

“you have cake! i can’t help it!”

“cake? god, you gross me out”

“stop running away!”

he’s threatening you with a wet hand towel but you dodge him as you keep chasing after him. dinners at this house are always the worst but not as the two of you run around the kitchen, laughter filling the air.

“uh, what’s happening?” wheezie’s voice cuts the two of you off.

rafe’s got you draped on his shoulder, your hands on his ass from the upside down angle you’re in. you both pause. “we’re touching butts.”

“jesus, baby, don’t tell my sister that”

[punkshort]

Them or Us

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Let's rewrite Joel's story together, shall we?

Warnings: language, graphic violence, character death (not Joel or Ellie), blood, guns, knives, angst, guilt, reader is a badass

A/N: if you are an Abby fan, I suggest skipping this one.

"Ellie! This way!" you shout over the howling wind. She twists around in her saddle and yanks on the reins, steering Shimmer towards you through the blistering snow.

You point towards the ground — horse tracks, two sets — that head up the mountain.

"Maybe they found shelter there!" she yells, pointing towards an abandoned ski lodge. Years ago you remember clearing it of infected but it isn't part of your usual patrol routes. You nod and dig your heels into the sides of your horse, urging the poor thing through the blizzard and up the treacherous terrain.

You ride the rest of the way in silence. Not that you could hear her anyway, but you both seem to have the same heavy pit in your stomach. You haven't checked out this place in a long time. Anything or anybody could be in there. But Joel and Dina might be in trouble. You had to go.

When you approach the lodge, you bring your horses inside. It's quiet when you slide down from your horse. You exchange glances with Ellie and jut your chin upwards.

"They'd go up high," you say softly. "So they could get a good look at the land."

She nods in agreement before equipping herself with her rifle. You each check that your guns are loaded — long range and side arms — and double check your knives are still hidden in your boots and belts before advancing towards the massive staircase.

Foolishly, you allow yourself to think everything is fine. That they just came in to warm themselves up and wait out the storm. But as you approach the double doors, you hear voices. Ones you don't recognize.

You look at Ellie once again and she shoulders her rifle. You press a finger against your lips and she nods as you creep quietly over the ancient floorboards. Holding your ear up to the door, you listen.

"Because it doesn't matter if you have a code like me, or you're a lawless piece of shit like you," you hear a woman's voice say. You swallow nervously and grip your revolver tighter in your hand.

"There are just some things everyone agrees are just fucking wrong."

You hear footsteps slowly cross the room. It sounds like they are heading in your direction, towards the doors. Your heart slams loudly against your ribs but you are laser focused. The adrenaline in your body sharpens your senses and it's like you can practically see through the doors. You can imagine whoever this is stopping near something by the wall, just feet away from the door where you stand ready on the other side.

You give Ellie one more nod, confirming you're both ready to do what it takes to save the ones you love, and you take a deep breath.

Ellie is first. She kicks the door in and almost immediately gets knocked down by some man standing guard, but somehow you know it's fine. She's not hurt, she just got the wind knocked out of her.

You don't even see Joel or Dina yet. You only see the girl in a grey henley shirt, tucked into her oversized khaki pants, standing in front of a set of golf clubs.

She swivels around in surprise and you lock eyes for one devastating moment. She seems to understand her fate before you. Maybe she sees the pure rage and anger written on your face, one that she herself harbored for five years. Maybe she always knew it would end this way, same as her father.

You raise your revolver and slide one eye shut. It feels like it takes an eternity but it's really only a split second. The girl in front of you no older than Ellie holds her breath. You see fear and helplessness flicker across her eyes before your finger curls around the trigger and a loud bang echos through the vast, open ski lodge.

Blood sprays everywhere and her body drops to the floor with a thud. It seems to have shocked the other four members of the group because there's a moment of hesitation. A small hole burns right between her eyes and thick, sticky blood begins to pool underneath her braid. Her eyes remain open, staring lifelessly at the ceiling.

Ellie is still on the floor, but the man who knocked her down isn't paying attention. You shoot him in the knee and step into the room. Behind you, the man shouts and drops to the floor. You hear the sickening sound of Ellie's switchblade sink wetly into his ear, then the yelling stops.

It feels like you're on autopilot. Like you are barely aware of what you're doing. You feel shockingly calm. Looking back on it, you chalk it up to some primal, baser instinct. You've always heard people are capable of doing impossible things when they are under extreme duress.

This was one of those times.

Ellie clambers to her feet behind you. You can hear her fumbling with her gun, but you pay it no mind.

Three people left.

There's a woman with no hair reaching for a gun leaning against the fireplace. You exhale steadily and take aim — another loud blast, dark red blood sprays the light stone wall, and another heavy body hits the floor.

The last remaining man and woman begin to scream.

The girl with the black hair and bangs charges you with a knife. You turn, expression blank, and raise your gun, but Ellie gets there first.

A bullet lodges itself into the side of her head. You see her face go slack and her eyes roll back before she crumples to the ground. Warm mist sprays you, covers your face and neck, but you don't care.

You swivel on your heel when you hear footsteps running towards the door. The last man. He kind of looked like Tommy, you notice idly. You roll your shoulder, loosening it up, and raise your gun.

You feel completely at peace when you pull the trigger and your bullet sails through the final man's cheek. He yelps and falls to the ground. He stays alive for about thirty seconds, howling in pain, until finally his body stills and silence fills the room.

It was done. Not what you expected to do today, but it's what you trained for — the unexpected. To do what it takes to save your own.

"Oh, shit," Ellie says, holstering her gun and rushing across the room. You turn, heart rate spiking when you snap out of your haze. Ellie is crouching over Joel on the floor. She is hovering over his leg and it's only then when you notice blood pooling underneath him.

"Joel!" you cry out, dropping your gun to rush to his side. With an indescribable amount of relief, you notice aside from the fucking shotgun that blew a hole in his knee, he's otherwise untouched.

"They— they wrapped it up," he stammers. You look and see the belt wrapped tightly around his leg for the first time. You frown, confused, but shake it off.

"Okay," you breathe, "can you walk?"

He nods but his face is prickled with sweat and he looks pale.

"We got the horses downstairs. We- you can ride back with me. We'll be alright," you assure him with a small smile. Next to you, Ellie jumps up. She rushes over to Dina and begins to shake her shoulders, yelling her name.

"She's gonna be out for a bit," Joel grits. You lean down and offer him your shoulder. He wraps an arm around you and you hook your own arms under his to pull him up with a loud groan. He makes a pained sound but he finally is able to stand, leaning against you with his wounded leg hovering in the air.

"They sedated her," Joel explained when Ellie shot him a panicked look. Dina looked pale too, but she was breathing.

"Why?" Ellie asked. Joel shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Can we talk 'bout this later?"

"Ellie, help me get him down to the horses," you say. She begrudgingly stands and gives Dina one more look. "We'll get him on mine and then come back for Dina," you assure her. She nods and ducks underneath Joel's other arm, supporting his weight as all three of you slowly make your way down the stairs to the horses.

It takes a while, but when you have both of them ready, you finally are ready to leave behind the nightmare you almost walked into.

"Jackson," Joel says weakly behind you. You're leading your horse down the mountain, towards the town currently engulfed in flames. You swallow and square your shoulders.

"Tommy's there," you say confidently, "he knows what to do. I'm— I'm sure it's fine."

Half a mile passes in the worst blizzard you've seen in years before Joel speaks again.

"You saved me."

You stiffen but otherwise remain silent, focused on the trail ahead. So he speaks again.

"She was gonna kill me," he continues. Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head.

"But she didn't."

His grip around your middle tightens.

"I killed her father," he adds solemnly. You shrug.

"We've all killed people."

A beat passes between you.

"Her father was— was the doctor."

It takes you a moment, but you connect the dots. You remember what Joel told you about that day in Salt Lake City. What he did to save Ellie. What he swore he would do again, if given the chance. A decision you agreed with and still do.

"Well," you sigh, "it was either them or us."

"I deserved it," he says firmly. You nearly turn around a deck him, but you stop yourself.

"Shut the fuck up, Joel."

"It's true," he urges.

"I don't give a shit," you seethe over your shoulder. "We all do bad shit to save the ones we love. It's the world we live in now. Anyone in your position would have done the same thing."

Joel goes quiet again and you glance to the side. Ellie is nearby but the wind is too loud. She can't hear you. Besides, she's too worried about Dina to care.

"Would you have done it?"

"What?" you scoff, "kill whoever stood in my way to protect the one I love?"

You feel him nod against your back.

"Isn't that what I just did?"

You steer your horse through the trees. You're about halfway to Jackson now. The fires have almost been put out. Whatever happened is coming to an end. The next few months will require a lot of work, a lot of rebuilding. Your lives are all once again forever changed, but you've been through worse.

Everything will be fine.

"C'mon," you say to Joel, "let's get you home."

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”