#and when I tried to use it it hurt really badly :D

[neon-angels-system]

now I'm curious about the health of the meowtuals. like obviously medical history is personal information that nobody needs to share. but I wonder what allergies / intolerances you guys have :O

personally, I'm mildly allergic to cats (even though I love them), and I have sensitive skin due to eczema! sensitive skin means that if I use the wrong product, my skin hurts/gets itchy, n I break out in a rash. generally irritants are added colours/scents (includes essential oils and other "natural" products :/), which is rlly annoying, cause it means I can't use any pretty looking or smelling soaps ;;

[jarofstyles]

Leather & Lace

Hello my angels and welcome to Leather and Lace!!! We’ve got a very cute 3 parter (I’ve finished writing it) coming in for you guys. We love a good grumpy x sunshine and couldn’t help ourselves writing another one. Please leave us feedback! We love to hear from you

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Warnings- oral sex, praise kink, soft Dom h, opposites attract, cum play/swapping

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“How can you be this happy in the morning?” Harry grunted, hoodie pulled over his head as he sat down next to a bubbly Y/N. Her couch was comfortable but it didn’t make up for the fact that he was at her flat at 8 in the morning. 

“It’s not that early, lazy bones.” She hummed, tucking her legs under her as she sat down on the other side. “Thank you for coming to help today, by the way. I know you don’t like getting up early.”

He really didn’t, was the thing. He hated it. Harry only had so many days off and after working a long shift bartending last night, the very last thing he wanted to do was help someone unpack in their new flat. He’d rather claw at concrete than be awake right now, rather eat a raw egg, rather go through tattoo removal. If it was anyone but Y/N he would have laughed in their face at the mere ask. 

But it was her. It was twinkly eyed, pouty lipped, warm hearted Y/N who had asked him a week in advance and promised him a bagel with cream cheese and an iced coffee for brekkie, whatever he wanted for lunch, and ‘whatever he wanted in general!’. Little did she know he was going to say yes anyway, considering he knew he couldn’t say no to her sweet little ask with her smaller hand on his tattooed arm and wide eyes peering up at him. He wasn’t someone who liked to do things for many people without there being some sort of monetary gain, but this was different. 

Y/N had somehow latched herself onto one of the grumpiest bastards in the area while she herself was one of the sweetest girls he’d ever seen. Rarely spoke a mean word of anyone (except when they hurt someone close to her), went out of her way to help anyone who needed it and always wanted to be a shoulder to cry on. He’d seen her take money from her own wallet to cover someone’s bill when they were short, even seen her rush to help an elderly man across the street. It got her into trouble sometimes which was why he was glad that he’d been the hip she’d chosen to attach to. 

Their first interaction had been him sitting in the courtyard of their uni, listening to music under the tree. He’d had his sketchbook in hand, doodling in between classes when he looked up to see a girl with a pretty yellow bow in her hair offering him a cupcake because he looked ‘sad.’. He had been sad, actually, but that was pretty much his normal resting face. He’d tried to blow her off but she’d taken a seat next to him, introducing herself and telling him about her own day to ‘distract him’. He hated to admit that it worked. 

From then on, she popped up everywhere. At first he’d been a bit worried that she was following him but it truly was a coincidence. Y/N had found her way under his skin, wriggled her way into that cold heart of his and made it warm up just a little each time she came around. At some point she’d become a daily fixture in his life, her texts lighting up his phone with emojis and telling him to meet her at the cafe or the library- and for some reason, he followed.

“Mmm. Know y’wanted me here to see me get all sweaty. If y’wanted to see my tats and muscles so badly, you coulda just said so, Sweets.” He smirked, watching her eyes widen. So easy to fluster. 

“No! Stop teasing me, s’not nice.” She grumbled, poking his knee with her socked foot. She’d chosen lavender striped ones today. “I don’t have a lot of strong friends, you know that. Niall’s comin’ by after work to help you put the bedframe together and move the books from the car. Besides, I’ll let you sleepover and everything after we’re all done. I know you loveeeee my bed.”

He did. But more than anything he liked laying in said bed with her. Harry had a hard time admitting he had begun to gain feelings for the girl but deep down he knew he did. He liked that she insisted on cuddles, curling her leg around his and nuzzling her face into his chest, or even better yet the crook of his neck. Loved when she’d sleepily ask him questions about his life and tell him facts about her own. She resembled a tiny kitten while sleepy, insistent on getting all of the pets and attention. 

Harry had decided he wasn’t the relationship type after his last girlfriend had cheated on him with his old best mate- but meeting Y/N had reminded him of the die hard romantic that laid underneath the surface. All the hard work he’d had piling up bricks on top of his red, bleeding heart had seemed to be consistently excavated by the pastel wearing girl who still enjoyed the fairy lights he used to see online in those aesthetic bedroom photos. It scared him a bit at first. Even now, he was nervous about the idea of getting closer to her than they were now because her heart was a tender and precious thing and he didn’t necessarily trust himself not to hurt her- but then again, he knew he’d do miles better than anyone else could. He’d spent the time learning about her as the months went by, listening to her drawl on about the pinterest boards she made, her dream finds she always looked for at the thrift stores, her least favorite reality TV contestants, which pastries she found to be too dry at the cafe and which had the best level of moisture, what blankets she liked, every little tidbit he had stored away in his brain to use at a later date. 

No one would be as protective of her as he would be, which was why lately he’d been entertaining the thought of perhaps moving past the point of no return and trying to see if maybe, possibly, perhaps.. They could be more. 

It had come with a lot of deliberating but he’d come to understand that if he failed, Y/N wouldn’t caste him to the side. She’d never in a million years abandon him like he feared, which only gave him more motivation to go for it though… He was still biding his time. He had to let her get settled here before he shook up her life a bit more. 

They were opposites, the sweet girl and him. Harry was quite literally the bad boy cliche of everyone’s after school special’s dreams. His hair was long and curled, brushing his jaw. He went for darker clothing, usually his ripped black skinny jeans and a band tee but sometimes more eccentric with some silk and leaving his tits out when they went on a night out. His nose had a simple black hoop, his nails painted and chipped though this week they were a bubblegum pink, a la Y/N’s expertise. His body was hard from the gym he liked to frequent and inked, only getting more every month. He wore the occasional eyeliner when he felt spicy. That was only the physical things. 

Sometimes he wondered why she felt drawn to him, as she said. He was dark and moody with a darker sense of humor. Somewhat of a pessimist, he expected the worst from people and tended to stay away from them the best he could. The opposite of a social butterfly, he only usually went out in the past for a drink or to get his cock wet, never for the pleasure of interacting with people. Even then it was rare considering he did quite well in the hookup area being a bartender himself. 

Harry often wondered how and why she felt the pull to be around him and why she felt so at ease in his presence but he figured it had to be that he’d knocked the lights out of a bloke in her philosophy class who’d been riding her ass. He’d made the wrong decision of cornering Y/N at a party Harry had been dragged to, touching her a bit too much and not listening when her smile became thin and she backed away from him after giving a rejection much too polite than the man deserved. There had been no hesitation in laying him out, tugging Y/N into his side and demanding she stay with him for the rest of the party after she insisted she didn’t need to go home. 

Funnily enough she’d been a hit with his own small group of friends, everyone also feeling the same sort of kindred protection over her. Not many people were genuinely warm and fuzzy in the way she was. 

Y/N was… She was the sun, she was a cinnamon roll fresh baked on a sunday morning, she was a kitten sprawled in a sunbeam. All the good things, he could find a way to relate them to her. That probably should have been the indicator he had feelings for her far sooner than he’d ever let himself admit, but she had taken the time to crack him open. 

It was hard to stop thinking about what made her both his opposite and so special. Harry dwelled on how soft her clothing always was, both in color and texture. She liked those pastel colors and fuzzy cardigans, hair bows and those signature mary janes with the tiny heels. Lip oil as opposed to lip gloss because it was ‘too sticky’ but still dragged all his attention to her lips and made him wonder if it really tasted like tangerine like it smelled. 

Her touch was gentle and tender, cautious at first but as soon as she got the go ahead, she showered you in attention. At least, she did to him. Brushing stray hairs out of faces and wiping crumbs off cheeks, she had little sense of personal space once granted permission. She’d been mindful of his distaste for touch at the beginning but once he’d leaned into it, the girl had no qualms about straightening his shirt or leaning into his form, hell- there had been a few times she’d helped herself to his lap when there was no other seating option. Usually that was when she was tipsy considering she would most likely be a little shy sober, but that was something he enjoyed. 

The light to his dark, he doubted anyone else could make him feel the way she could. Hence why he was up after only getting 4 hours of sleep, sipping the coffee she’d gotten him. There was little he wouldn’t do for a hint of her smile. 

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“Babe, you’ve got t’make a decision.” Harry said gently, placing the large mirror down and leaning it against the wall. 

“I know, I know but… It’s bad luck to have your mirror facing your bed.” She wrung her fingers together. “I’m sorry, H. I know I’ve been a bit of a pain in the rear today. I promise m’not trying to, but It’s my first place and I just want it to be perfect.” Her head looked down, making his heart squeeze. 

God damn it. Leave it to her to make him feel like he’d kicked a puppy. Sighing, he tugged the bandana on his head back into place and approached her, placing his hand on her shoulder. “M’not upset with you. Promise. I just think you’re overthinking it a bit.” Her superstitions did tend to make her feel a little squirrely sometimes and he knew it.  “We’re gonna make it look perfect. Incredible, even. Reckon the magazines will be calling you up to feature you, but we can’t just have a freestanding mirror slab.” He’d picked it up for her off of craigslist just a bit ago. Even if it wasn’t a dodgy listing, he wouldn’t let her go on her own. That’s how people got kidnapped. 

“Ugh, I know.” She groaned, flopping into his chest. Never mind it being sweaty, she rubbed her nose between his tits and let out a tired groan, her hair smacking his chin. It’d been tossed up in a very messy bun that was a bit lopsided but made her look doubly as cute, though he didn’t tell her that. “Why don’t we mount it to the back of your door then? Not facing your bed, or another mirror.” 

He could almost hear her brain going as she mulled it over before he felt the nod against his chest. “That will be good, I think. I love that idea.” Y/N had been going back and forth over design choices with him all day as if he had a clue about interior decor, but he had appreciated her caring about his opinion nonetheless. “That can be the last thing we do. Niall’s fucked off somewhere futzing with the books so we can eat after that’s done.” 

The thud of his heart against her ear was steady as he gently ran a hand over her shoulderblade. “What’s on the menu?” 

“Think we’re ordering pizza because I know m’too tired to cook which means you lot have to be too.” She chuckled, finally prying herself out of his chest and blinking up at him.”Then we can go to bed.”  He was thankful her ear was away from his heart so she couldn’t hear the way it stuttered. You’d think after sleeping in her bed a multitude of times that he’d get used to the sound of that sentence but it still did him in every time. 

“Okay. I can run and pick it up after I mount this to the door if you call it in.” He knew she wouldn’t want to go. It was visible on her face how tired she was and it melted him internally. He knew that she’d be a little snuggly menace tonight and fuck if he wasn’t looking forward to it. “Gonna run into the pharmacy t’grab some body wash for here, if thats okay?”

“Course it is.” She beamed at the suggestion, making him happy that he’d even brought it up. Y/N used to suggest he sleep heer a lot before and he’d refuse, thinking she was just trying to be polite- but she really did enjoy him staying with her. “I liked the pomegranate one you used last time, just sayin’.” Patting his chest she moved from his grip, heading to grab her phone. “Normal for you?”

“Yeah, love. Same as usual.” He rubbed over the achy spot in his chest that she’d left by pulling away, looking forward to sleeping tonight so he could feel it fill back up.

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Harry had grabbed the pomegranate bath stuff. He’d grabbed the whole line, actually, the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and some sort of ‘skin buff.’ Whatever that was. 

Y/N had squeaked as he showed her, along with a pack of the makeup wipes she usually used and he’d steal. He’d figured it was about time to be the one to buy the replacements. “Ah! And you got the face mask I like.” Her eyes were wide and bright as she bounced on her toes, smacking a kiss to his stubbly cheek before looking back down at the holographic packaging. He’d hoped he had gotten the right one when he’d seen a sale on them when on his way to the check out counter. It was worth the little bit of money to feel her lips for a moment. “Thank you, H. You’re the best, as usual.” 

“The hell am I?” Niall scoffed, wiping his hands dry after washing them. 

“You’re great too, but he got me the face masks I like and they usually sell out. So he’s a bit higher up in points today.” She placated him, brushing past him to put them in the bathroom. “Harry, plate up the pizza, pretty please!”

As soon as she had disappeared, Niall shot him a look. “When are you two gonna make it official?” He whispered. “The heat eyes bouncin’ off the both of you is sickening at this point. She’s turned you soft.” 

Harry settled with a glare, placing two slices on the paper plate and sliding it over to him. “Eventually. Her whole life is shifting. Can’t do shit right now without rattling her.” It was the first time he admitted or even hinted at having feelings for her besides point blank telling anyone who came around that she wasn’t available. Y/N didn’t know he did that though. 

“Thank fuck you don’t still have your head up your arse. I was worried you’d never admit you’re gone for her.” He faked wiping sweat off his head making the other man roll his eyes. “She’ll be happy, H. You don’t have to worry about her rejecting you. Just go on and do it. She talks about you like you hang the moon every night at this point even when you aren’t around.” 

A weakness he’d spotted, Harry stood a bit straighter before leaning in. “She does? What does she say?” Oh, he hated how desperate he sounded to hear the answer but the fluttering in his stomach made him insisting on finding out. 

“Oh, how thoughtful and kind and generous you are and how you’re the best person she knows, all of that. She stares at her phone and waits for texts from you when she comes out and you’re working, gets these huge smiles or giggles when you do. or tries to get everyone to move the party to your bar.” 

That last part, he’d hoped for. He liked the idea of her wanting to be physically close to him and suggesting everyone come and see him, but knowing she did the same thing he did when waiting for messages from him soothed a piece of him. He wasn’t alone in it. It was hard sometimes for him to decipher her behavior considering she was genuinely so friendly with everyone and he didn’t want to flatter himself and think it he was special… but apparently he was. 

He didn’t have a chance to answer when Y/N glided from the bathroom, finding her spot on the kitchen barstools. “What did I miss?” 

“Nothin’, Babe. Just chatting shit.” He murmured, sliding her a plate with her pizza of choice on it. “Figured we’d go to the grocery tomorrow, yeah? It’s a bit sparse in here with the food.” He had the next day off and intended on spending it with her. They’d made lots of progress today and had 80% of the place unpacked, but he knew she liked those restocking videos online. “Think they’ve got those organizers back in stock.” 

“Oh!” She gasped.”Yes, you genius. I’ll need your help though, strong man. I like the one trip wonder.” It was a tease considering she knew Harry hated making multiple trips up with bags. 

“Lucky for you, you’ve got a lift now and I’ve got that collapsible wagon.” Reaching out he gently flicked her nose for being a brat. “So we won’t have t’worry about that.” 

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Y/N was either very oblivious or a tease. Harry could never fully figure out which one. 

He sat on her bed, messing with her telly when she emerged from the shower in her little cotton shorts and one of his shirts. It was one he’d just been looking for last week, actually, an old Iron Maiden one with a few holes in the collar area. Unmistakably his. The faded gray complimented her skin, looking extra cozy on her as her powder blue plush bunny slippers flopped against the ground and she made her way to her skincare desk. 

“You little thief.” He grumbled from the bed, leaning against her headboard. “I was searching everywhere for that last week.” Though he had narrowed eyes she would know he was only teasing. 

“You left it with me, remember? I ended up packing it so I wouldn’t forget it but… It’s super comfy.” She smiled guiltily at him, spinning in her chair. “Is it okay if I wear it? It still smells like your cologne and it helps me sleep sometimes…”

Ah, a shot to the heart. 

Y/N didn’t know what it did to him to know he was an aid in good sleep. That it both made his heart stutter and his cock throb at the sight of her wrapped up in his clothing like she had all the rights to it. Like he was her boyfriend and she liked to wear it to remember him. Her scent had a similar effect on him, leaving it in his sheets when she stayed over,  “Totally okay, lovely.” He smiled gently. “M’just teasing you. Though it does wonders for my ego to know you like my cologne that much.” 

He knew he was making her a little flustered considering she didn’t look right at him, but he thrived off of that. Knowing he made an impact on her like that made him feel just a bit more confident that she felt similarly to him. There was no answer from her, but he wasn’t done with her quite yet. Standing up with a groan, he made his way over to her little makeup and skincare set up, placing his hands on the back of her chair. “What are you putting on your face?” He asked curiously, looking over her head to the products she had neatly organized.

“Well, first I wipe with one of these toning pads.” She opened the little tub, using a tiny pair of clear tongs to grab one. “You don’t want to be sticking your fingers in there and potentially making them all dirty so it came with this little thing. You give it a few passes over your t zone.” She showed him as she did it, Harry watching diligently in the mirror. 

“Mmm. Then what? You’re always doin’ all of this fancy stuff to your face. Figure that's why your skin is so pretty.” He let his fingers fiddle with a few strands of hair. 

“Thank you.” She said sheepishly, picking up a smaller tube. “Um, I use this undereye cream to help with puffiness and brightening. Its soothing. I apply it with the smallest finger though, because while I’m not afraid of wrinkles it’s the weakest fingers and the skin under your eyes is more delicate.” 

Huh. “Didn’t know what.” He was actually learning something from this. 

“Mhm. Why do you think I tell you to go gentle when you use the makeup remover?” A smile tilted up one side of her lips a bit further, eyes focused on the mirror in front of her. She pretended not to notice the slight shiver he gave her when he leaned down, letting his face get more level with hers- but he did. He noticed anything he could. “A-And then I use some vitamin C stuff for brightening, a serum and a cream. I use the little fan to make it dry faster so it isn’t sticky.” She pointed to the mini pink fan he’d always noticed. He’d just assumed it was for when she got hot. “Do you… Would you like me to use some of it on you when I’m done?” 

She sounded hesitant to ask which he understood. Not a lot of the guys in their friend circle would want that, but he wasn’t that insecure about himself that he’d say no to someone pampering him. Especially not when it meant Y/N getting close to him. “Sure, sweets. I’d love that. Reckon my skin needs it.” 

“What do you usually do with it?” She asked curiously, meeting his eye in the mirror. 

“Makeup remover, wash my face, that cream you left at my place if I remember.” 

“It’s not fair you have the skin you do.” She huffed, shaking her head. “Cruel, actually.” It kind of was. He got long lashes too, which she always complained about. “Go and wash your face first, heathen.”

Harry let out a small laugh before going off to do that. Returning with a fresh face, he stood in his prior position, watching her finish up the routine before holding the fan closer to her face to finish it off. It was an interesting process he hadn’t paid much mind to before, but then again, she didn’t bring every single thing to his place either. 

After putting her hair up in a claw clip, she stood up from the plushy chair and motioned for him to sit down. He did as asked, feeling her residual warmth as she lined up the products for them. “Okay, so we start with the toner pad.” She gently pushed him to lean back in the chair, her face coming closer to his as she delicately swiped it over his cheeks and nose. He was getting an up close look at her, noticing the scar near her eyebrow and a few spots on her face. It made him warm up a bit, being able to see her so close when she was awake. Usually this level of observation was reserved for when she was asleep. “Oi, keep your head up.” 

“Sorry.” He laughed, avoiding the impulse to move the chair back and forth. He liked to swing on it at times. 

“Wait- how about this.” Without giving it much thought, she gripped the chair and swung it over to turn his body to the side, helping herself to straddle his lap. “This seems a little easier, no?” Fingers gently tipped his chin up, eyes focused on her motions. 

Harry’s breath had disappeared. No longer available, he felt her sitting on top of his thighs, innocent as ever as she went through the motions. Tender with her movements and pressure, she was treating him like porcelain while giving him a little makeover. He should be focused on how nice the products felt on his skin, but his mind was elsewhere. 

She smelled amazing, as usual, but having it this close up was a little hard for him. Yes, she sat on his lap before- but not in his shirt, with her thighs on display and tiny little shorts. She didn’t straddle him before either, didn’t let his mind wander to places it shouldn’t. All his energy was focused on trying to ensure she didn’t feel the stiffy that was quickly growing in his pants. 

“I can’t believe how good you’re being for me, H.” She whispered. “No whining or anything.” Her smile was soft as she wiped the serum over his face. “You’re so pretty.”

Fuck. He swallowed thickly, trying desperately to not let his cock construe those words into the filthy praise kink he had, but it appeared to be a bit too late for that. She had no idea what she was doing to him and he didn’t want to be a perv, but god damn. If the girl continued, there would be no denying that he’d cream his damn pants. Being pet on, feeling her brush his hair off his forehead while she stroked his face and adjusted his position to where she wanted… He was only so strong. “Thanks.” He murmured, trying to keep his composure. 

“Of course.” She beamed, seeming pleased. “I’m surprised you’re letting me do this, but you’re full of surprises.” It seemed like she didn’t know the battle he was facing internally, which was his goal, but that was soon to be ruined. “Hold on a second.” Shifting slightly on his lap, she stood up momentarily before sliding further up. “Sorry, I was falling down a bit-” 

Harry hadn’t meant to, he really fucking didn’t. But she sat right on top of him, squirming a bit. Giving his dick a bit of friction, making his hands grip her hips and sit her down hard to stop the movement. He couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t face her as he heard the hitch in her breath. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Sorry, I didn’t- I promise m’not being a creep or anything.” He winced. “Just been a while and uh-” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Her voice rang out, fingers brushing through his hair. “H, look at me. I’m not mad.” Of course, her words were sweet and syrupy, going right to his dick yet again. Y/N had no fucking idea how much she effected him, how many times he’d thought about her in this positon and how guilty he felt that he’d turned a sweet moment into something like this. “C’mon. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” 

He took a moment before opening his eyes, looking at her face. Studying it, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. Her hand cupped the side of his face, a slight pout on her pretty lips. Y/N didn’t seem upset about it, seeing as she sat still and could most definitely feel his cock under her. He could feel her cunt over him, hot through the fabric and he was doing everything in his power to be fucking normal. 

“There you are.” The tables had finally turned. Harry was the shy one in this moment and Y/N was the one seemingly not freaked out. “It’s a natural body function, H. I know you’re not some kind of perv. I sat on your lap, remember?” She soothed his nerves. “Besides, I’m flattered. Was beginning to think you thought I was some kind of troll or something.” The smile kicked up on her face, but his frown deepened.

“The fuck? Why would you think that?” Brows furrowed, he didn’t like that she thought he didn’t find her attractive. He called her pretty quite a bit. 

“Well, I’m not your type. You go for all those tattooed girls with the bad ass attitudes, which is cool cause I think they’re hot too but… I’m all soft and squishy, y’know? I like the soft things, kinda the opposite of you so I just thought I wasn’t someone you’d be attracted to. M’nothing like what you go for.” She didn’t seem offended by this, rather stating it matter of fact- but Harry couldn’t believe how wrong she was. He had to wonder how long she thought this. 

While he was secretly pining after her, she was thinking he was going off to get blowies by the girls that flirted with him which, sometimes he did. At the beginning of their friendship, he tried to stave off those feelings for her by getting someone else underneath him, fucking away the frustration but he learned fairly quickly that none of it did much when his mind was on someone else. It’d been months at this point. Sure, he liked a bit of flirting to boost his ego, but that was only when Y/N was preoccupied. 

“Well, you’re wrong.” He said sternly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Dunno where the troll idea came in when m’always staring at you.” He scoffed. “No more of that bullshit. Wouldn’t be hard if I didn’t think you were stunning. Trust me.” In fact, she was the only thing that got him hard these days. Thinking of her mouth, her thighs, her tits, her ass, anything. Even her hands, for fucks sake. “Don’t ever doubt how beautiful you are t’me. Pisses me off.”

“Sorry.” She bleated, pouting back at him. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just.. You call me pretty but I never would have thought you meant it like that. I like that you let me cuddle you and stuff so obviously I know you aren’t repulsed by me but, I dunno.” She swallowed, looking down at his bare chest. “I’m sorry for getting you… if you’re uncomfortable.” 

God, he was mucking this up wasn’t he? He shook his head, letting his thumbs rub over her hips as he softened his face. “No, sweets. Don’t apologize. S’not a big deal, I’m not mad at you. Just don’t like the idea of you thinking poorly of yourself. You’re fucking stunning.” So stunning that his cock was still hard under her. “I’ll go take care of it when we’re done, but no more squirming. Okay?” Squeezing her, he tried to rectify the situation. “No more fussing.” 

“But…” Y/N’s lips twisted slightly, sliding her hands down to his shoulders. “That’s not fair.” 

Harry blinked a few times, looking her over hesitantly. “What d’you mean? I’m okay, pet.” 

“Well, It’s my fault that you’re like this.” She protested. “I can fix it, if you want. Haven’t given too many blowies before, but I can take instruction pretty well.”

Harry truly thought he was dreaming for a moment, his face hot as she gave him an innocent look. Like she meant it, though it slightly embarrassed her for not having a lot of experience. But feeling her shift on him clued him back into reality. This was real. “You- You don’t have to do anything for me, Y/N.” He was holding on by a string. “You didn’t mean to do it. It’s not your responsibility to get me off just because my cock’s got a mind of his own.”

Y/N huffed again, shaking her head. “I want to. Can I?” Her face shifted slightly. “You’re not making me do anything. It would make me feel better If i could take care of you.” Her eyes met his. “I mean it. Promise.” 

And god, if Harry was a stronger man he’d lift her off his lap and insist on taking care of it himself. He’d explain that it could make lines blurry and he liked her a bit more than a friend and they’d have that talk. But he wasn’t a stronger man, and she rolled her hips on him again with a hum, making his head fall back when she repeated the action. “Fuck.” He whispered under his breath. “As long as.. As long you’re sure. I don’t want you to regret it or anything.” 

“I won’t.” She peeped. “I like making you feel good, Harry.” Her face seemed brighter as she watched him nod.

“Go on then, sweetheart.” He sighed. “I’ll show you what I like.” 

Never in a million years had he expected her to be visibly excited, slipping off his lap and on to her knees in front of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eyes looked up at him with curiosity, hands running over his thighs as she waited for direction. He’d dreamt of this so many times, stroked off in the bathroom to this very mental image to get his load out quicker. His cock pulsed inside his sweats. This was really happening. “M’not wearing briefs under these.” He warned, pushing the waistband down as he slowly tugged himself out of the pants. His hand was slightly shaky ass he gave himself a squeeze at the base, a soft hiss leaving his teeth when her hand covered his own. 

“I’ve only done it a few times but…” Her eyes widened. “Yours is the prettiest I’ve seen.”

And fuck if that didn’t get him going. Harry took pride in his dick, as a lot of men did, but to get that compliment was better than anything else. His hair was normally trimmed shorter, but it had been a while. It was groomed a bit at the base, his happy trail leading up his stomach. “Thank you.” He mumbled, removing his hand and letting hers take over. Y/N was eager and that much was obvious, feeling her give him a few strokes as she shuffled closer in between his spread thighs. “I- I probably won’t last long. I wasn’t lying, it’s been a while.” And he’d imagined her in this position so many times that he was programmed to get off to it quickly. 

“That’s okay. You’re quite big so it’ll be better for my jaw.” She giggled. Fucking giggled while her thumb rubbed over the slit, making him shudder. He’d always imagined she’d be much more shy in this situation, but again he was proven wrong. “What do you like?” 

Honestly? He could cum just like this. Her stroking him slow, looking up at him with that pretty little face. Splatter her pretty face with pearly strings leaking from the slit of his cock, let it drip down her cheeks and chin. But she wouldn’t like that answer. “I’m okay with anything you give me, but I… I like to hear you.” He swallowed, a shaky exhale leaving his nose. “And uh, a bit wet. If that’s something you’d like.” 

Y/N looked like she was taking note, nodding at his words. “I want to know what you like, m’okay with anything.” She smiled. “I knew you had to be big cause.. Y’know you’ve got the energy. And I’ve felt it a few times when we cuddle, before you wake up. It’s just different to see it.” Y/N leaned her head on his thigh, continuing to jerk him off. “I’ll probably choke a little bit, cause you’re the biggest I’ve taken. It’s okay though, I’ll be fine. I’ll pinch your tummy or somthin’ if I need a second to breathe.” 

Who the fuck was she? Y/N had never, ever shown or hinted at being filthy in her life, but here she was. Talking about choking on his cock. He throbbed in her hand, making her eyebrows raise. “You liked that. Noted.” Leaning forward, she kept eye contact with him as she dragged her pink tongue from the base up to the tip, letting it sit there for a moment before she pulled away, giving him a few more strokes. “You can show me what you like too. Don’t be shy about it, H. I want you to feel good.” 

Harry nearly lost it as he watched those gorgeous lips purse, spitting right over the tip. It slipped down his length before her hand caught it, stroking and spreading it over his cock. Filthy, filthy things filled his tongue immediately, but he tried to pace himself. “Fuck me…” He whispered, gently gathering her hair in his hand. “I didn’t know you had this in you, gorgeous.” It nearly bowled him over. “Can you.. Take it in your mouth. Suck the tip for me. I want to see that.” 

Normally, he had no problem being a cocky, arrogant man. He was dominant most of the time with his hook ups- but Y/N wasn’t just a hook up to him. She was special. He didn’t want to do a single thing to potentially fuck this up. He wanted her to like this, to see how much he liked it too. She had no problems following instructions, the man watching as her lips stretched around the tip and dipped down a bit as she suckled on it. A soft hum left her mouth and vibrated over him as he curled the hair around his fist, making him groan. “Yeah, jus’ like that, angel. Fuck.” He kept his eyes on her as she bobbed shallowly, taking moments to rub her tongue over his leaking slit. “You’re so good, so sweet t’me. Can’t believe you’re doin’ this.” 

Y/N pulled off the tip, lips wet as she peered up at him. “I’ve thought about it before.” She whispered, lapping over the side of his length. “Wanted to see your cock. I knew it’d be pretty.” 

What the fuck? Harry’s brian felt fried, completely caught off guard by this information. Sure, he had thought maybe once or twice she was teasing him but it wasn’t often. Y/N was just so sugary sweet and kind, a slight air of innocence, and… Now she was telling him she’d thought about sucking him off before. “You have?” 

“Mhm.” She stroked him a bit firmer, the slick sound of her hand around his wet cock getting louder. “I heard.. Heard rumors and felt left out. You like me the best but you never asked me to do anything.” Rubbing the tip over her pouted lips, Harry was shocked yet again. 

“Cause y’mean more to me than any of the other people.” He swallowed. “Too fuckin’ sweet. I like you the best, you’re right but.. You’re my sweet girl. Didn’t want t’use you for anything like that. Would break my heart if I hurt you and you’d not want to see me again.” 

“What if I wanted you to use me?” She asked, peering up at him with those eyes. They drove him absolutely mad. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me unless I asked, H. You’re so good to me… I just want to be good for you too.” Taking the tip back into her mouth, she pushed herself down further and he felt his stomach clench. It took him off guard, feeling the hot mouth take him down and bob herself against him, a soft hum vibrating over him. 

“Oh- Fuck.” He let out a broken groan, leaning further back into the chair. “You are, baby, you fucking are. Hot little mouth… shit.” She whimpered around his cock at his words, sucking a little harder as her hand stroked the rest of him. She liked that. “What is it, hm? Like when I call you baby? When I tell you how perfect you are?” His words got a bit darker. He was slipping into another headspace and Y/N seemed to be coaxing it on. 

She did a half ass nod, not pulling off his length as she continued. Harry wouldn’t have guessed in a million years that she’d be a greedy girl like this, but he was incredibly thankful that she was. “You are. Such a good girl, so gorgeous with your mouth stretched around my cock. Didn’t know you were gagging for it, baby. Should’ve told me.” He chuckled darkly. “Wouldn’t have wasted my loads in the shower before comin’ t’bed with you. Could’ve pushed into your needy mouth and let you swallow it down.” 

Y/N moaned around his prick, eyes watering slightly as she looked at him. He’d never seen a better sight. “You’re so beautiful, angel. So pretty. Didn’t know such a filthy thing could have you lookin’ even more beautiful.” His throat felt thick as his cock throbbed in her mouth. “Fuck, you don’t even know how many times I’ve thought about it.”

Y/N pulled off, panting slightly as webs of saliva connected her mouth to his cock. “How much?” Her voice was a little hoarse, but he could hear that she was desperate to know. “You- You could have. I don’t want you to waste it anymore.” There was the tiny bit of shyness coming back in. “If umm, if you think  I’m good enough at this. I’ll do it.” 

“Fuck me, baby.” His thumb wiped over her spit soaked lips, breaking the threads of spit as he caressed her cheek. “All the fucking time. S’the only thing that gets me off.” Confessions he hadn’t thought he’d be saying so soon, let alone before he’d ever kissed her, spilled from him. “You’re doing amazing. More than good enough, too fucking good for me.” He couldn’t believe she was offering. “You sure you want t’be the one to take care of it?”

“Yes, I want it. I don’t want anyone else to do it.” She pleaded. “I’ll be the best for you. Just- you can tell me and I’ll suck you or, or anything you want.” Harry tested it, gently pushing her head back towards his prick- which she immediately took back in her mouth. The perfect, wet heat bringing him back to that filthy place in his head. 

How could she think he could ever say no? She’d been his weakness since she brought him over that damn cupcake. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Anything?” He cooed. “Dangerous thing to promise me. Don’t want anyone else to do it either.” His breathing was getting harder, trying not to thrust his hips up into her mouth and make her take it all. Sure, she’d probably do it, but he still felt the need to be delicate with her. “Take a little more for me, baby. Just like- there, there you go.” He praised, mouth falling open as she did exactly what he wanted. “Gonna make me cum.” 

This felt a million times better than rubbing one out in her bathroom. His legs were near vibrating, the wet sound of her mouth taking him down and the clicks of her hand stroking his spit soaked cock filling her bedroom. This was the last thing he’d expected was her on her knees for him tonight and part of him wasn’t convinced it wasn’t a wet dream, but he was thanking whatever higher power that was up there that his sweet girl had a dirty side to her. One he wanted to be the only one privileged enough to see. 

“In my mouth.” She gasped, pulling up for a moment. “Want to taste you. Please?” 

How could he ever tell her no? 

Pushing her back down on his cock, he let his hips rise up and shallowly thrust into her mouth as she moaned around him, drooling down her chin and letting him use her the way he needed to get off. The best part was knowing she was enjoying it so much. It was a miracle he’d lasted this long already, but he attributed that to shock. She was dirty, his sweet girl, choking slightly on his cock as the tip hit her throat, but she made no move to want to stop. 

His last straw, though, was feeling her hand over his balls, whining around him as he let out his deepest groan yet. It was sloppy and messy and so fucking good that he felt lightheaded, tummy hot and legs weak as he felt himself approach his end. “Fuck, jus’ like that, your fucking mouth is perfect… fuck, fuck, fuck, baby- M’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna-” His voice failed as his head fell back, lifting his hips as his cum began to pour into her mouth. Ribbon after ribbon coating her throat, pulling back a bit to get it on her tongue while she worked him through it. 

He didn’t realize he had so much in him, but perhaps it was just Y/N that made him cum this much. This hard. His ears rung a bit, curses leaving his mouth as he watched her mouth open and hand stroke him to see the pearly mess on her tongue. At the last little bit,he used his grip on her hair to tug her up to his face. 

“C’mere, sweet girl. Share with me, don’t be greedy.” holding her face while the other had her hair, he pulled back into his lap and her mouth to his and groaned as she licked over his tongue, sharing the remnants of his load with him. It was something a bit nasty and deprived, he knew, but Y/N merely moaned back, her clean hand curling around the back of his neck. 

The kisses slowed from frantic and hot, to softer, slow and sweet. Pecking her lips over and over again, her whimpers melted into giggled as he untangled from her hair, sliding his hand under the shirt she had on to get some bare skin on his fingertips. “Sweetest thing, most beautiful girl.” He murmured between kisses. “Thank you. Best I’ve ever had.” 

“You’re jus’ saying that.” She whispered, though the smile was difficult to wipe off her face. Obviously she liked praise just as much as him. 

“Nope. Mean every word.” He confirmed, rubbing his nose over her cheek. “Thank you, baby. Felt so damn good, can’t feel my legs now.” Harry’d never felt like this after a blowie, both in his legs and the fondness he felt for the girl. If there had been any doubts about his feelings for her whatsoever, they were shattered. He was so far gone for her, it was pathetic. 

“Good.” She smiled, feeling the kiss to his cheek. “I need to finish your skincare, though. So tuck yourself back in, cause m’gonna do that and then brush my teeth again. Though.. I can tell you’ve got a good diet. Tasted nice.” 

Though Harry knew cum never really tasted good, he was chuffed that she hadn’t minded. Even more, that she hadn’t minded indulging in sharing with him. “M’not selfish, I need to help you too.” He reminded, though she merely shook her head. 

“I’ll take a raincheck. M’so tired now, and I want to enjoy it fully.” Pecking his cheek in return, she picked up the moisturizer. “Think you need a lip mask too. Thankfully, you’re in the right hands.” 

Harry was sometimes a selfish lover with hookups and he could admit that, but with Y/N he never wanted to be that way. He wanted to make her feel good, but he could wait. It only made him anticipate it more- there would be a next time. 

“Okay, sweets.” He chuckled. “Do whatever you’d like.”

[onelonelysaiyan]

-----NSFW Under cut!

-Loves to receive oral, but he’s in heaven when he’s between your legs, man eats good 

-Will use one arm to hold your hips in place while his other drapes across your stomach or reaches to play with your tits (if you have them) 

-Could spend literally all day between your legs, it’s almost therapeutic for him.  Coming home to you after a long day, getting to throw you on the bed and bury his head between your legs makes all the stress disappear in an instant 

-SIZE KINK!! I’ve said it before, this man is huge, and he’s certainly proportional too.  Not so big that it hurts a lot but god is it a stretch.  Adores watching you try to take him too quickly, struggling but determined to make him fit.  Loves to loom over you and make you feel small and helpless 

-LOVES when you initiate things.  Despite his bad boy dominant persona, he thinks you taking charge is hot as hell, gets him going in an instant 

-Mess with his wings, he’ll melt.  Play with the feathers at the base of his wings and he’ll be a whining mess in seconds, fuck, he loves it so much 

-Tell him what you want him to do to you, guide his hands where you want them.  Loves to hear you say exactly what you want from him, how badly you need him 

-Praise him, he NEEDS it.  It’s like a drug to him, he’ll do anything just to hear you call him your Good Boy.  Tell him how perfect he is, how handsome and strong he is.  Tell him how well he fills you up, how no one could fuck you the way he does, how you belong to him and only him 

-R I D E  H I M  Do it, push him down on his back and TAKE CONTROL, he will lose it I promise.  Even if he tries to say he’s the dominant one in the relationship, shut him up with a searing kiss he will behave after that 

-Please let him collar you, even if it’s just on occasion.  He loves the power trip it gives him, and he adores that you trust and love him enough to let him, especially if you wear it out in public. He makes sure to get you one that’s really ornate and has a charm on it of his stylized A to match his robes 

-More Sub! Adam!  Call him your handsome boy when you top him, tell him he’s behaving so well for you and that he’s making you feel sooo good~ He’ll whine like a bitch in heat, hands grabbing your hips as he pathetically thrusts up into you 

-I know I said it already but I mean it, praise him. All kinds of praise, it goes straight to his dick. He’s desperate for your approval, and while he’s certain he’s amazing in bed, hearing you say it leaves him in a puddle 

-Call him your sweet boy, your handsome baby boy. He’ll whine about it afterward, but in the moment he lives for it. Tell him that mommy/daddy’s got him, you’ll take good care of him, make him feel so good~ He’ll lose it in the best way possible. Seeing him melt like that is such an experience, it’s sooo worth it I promise! 

-Dom! Adam is rough, but always makes sure you feel loved and cared for 

-Likes to wrap a hand around your throat during missionary, the other holding your leg over his shoulder as he hits that spot deep inside you over and over again.  Pays close attention so he doesn’t hurt you though, you’re his Angel after all! <3  

-Loves doggy style a lot too.  If you’ve got wings or a tail you bet your sweet ass he’s screwing with them, squeezing and tugging, anything to make you whine for him.   

-Is a hair puller, simple as that.  Loves the control it gives him 

-BREEDING KINK!!!!  Mating press is very common for him, loves how deep he can reach and seeing you bent in half like that does things to him.  Makes him wanna fuck a baby into you whether you can have kids or not, he’s honestly so smitten with you <3 

-Wants to hear you scream his name, turn you into a blubbering mess, all whiny and dumb on his cock, unable to think of anything but him 

-Will tell you how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look, all fucked out on his dick. His sweet baby, you can take one more orgasm, right sweetheart~? He promises to fill you up good and full if you do! Just a little bit more~ 

Will write some scenarios eventually, both SFW and NSFW, I love this man so much <3 

[alexlikesairconditioninh]

Geo, maybe Sol and Hyugo x a reader who's...uh...strange. Say they get bullied, like, badly, but they just do not care. Just being apathetic to it, they feel pain, they simply are just not bothered to deal with it. Like at all.

I can’t help but think of nick from rotten dinner, anyways

Not proofread, uhm kinda short D:

Hes PISSED, he already has friends who get bulied, (Britney, and deryl, not so sure about deryl). But you as well?— its like their asking to get their asses beat.

He cares about his loved ones to death, even if he’s bad at showing it, after all if he didn’t care about you guys he wouldn’t hang around.

He would clean and patch you up after you get bulied. Every scab, cut and bruse you get just pushes him more over the edge. he would confront and threaten them and with his reputation and stature, they likley leave you alone.

But some people just wanna act tough, and if they wanna act tough then so will he. He'd beat their asses to a pulp.

As for you hes honestly annoyed?- angry? At the fact that you dont care. He loves you no doubt but the way you just go about your day, like its nothing.

Somthing inside him BOILS, because thats just not normal, there just has to be a reason why. The fact your used to getting bullied, used to getting treated like subhuman trash, it just makes him feel horrible and angry.

Even though it doesn't bother you, he tells you to tell him if it does.

He love you and tries to make you know that. Exept he sucks, but thats just how geo is you know?

Hyugo angry, annoyed, people nowadays are just so rude.

But you take it like a champ and he’s honestly proud, even though he hates every time you get a new bruise or scar, how it makes him feel angry and bitter, your strong, and he’s in awe

Who gets up and acts as if it’s nothing after getting their ass beat? You!!! his awesome lover of course!— but seriously tell him next time they pick on you.

He wouldn’t kill them, he has morals and hates injustice. Those people are somones kid, sibling or lover. They make somone happy and to kill them over personal matters would make too much of a scene. he only has so much time left; Killing somone would make the clock tick faster.

Of course somtimes they are actually horrible people, he'd snoop around, finding out details about them. He hates injustice more than anything, so in the case they are actually horrible criminals who’ve committed the unforgivable, bet your ass that they would be dead come morning.

On the other case, if they were just some bully he would blackmail them, anonymously of course— he can't afford to draw attention to himself. Hes trying to be civil, while he could just kill them, he knows he has limits and cant just kill whenever he pleases.

Theres blood on his hands. No mercy, not a second thought. He murders them in the dead of night. They won’t hurt you anymore, he made sure of it.

He’s angry, disgusted that people like them were stupid enough to put their hands on you.

He’s so worried and concerned for you, he’s shaking and trembling asking if your okay, pampering you and giving you the royal treatment but when you assure him it’s fine, that you don’t really care he’s confused, then mad you don’t care, but not at you— no never, he’s mad at them.

Why doesn’t it bother you? Are you used to it?— tell him everyone and anyone who ever put their hands on you.

He’s ballistic and ravenous while ending their lives, slowly and as painfully as possible, he doesn’t care how stupid and irresponsible he’s being, he doesn’t care that hyugos gonna scold him for making such a mess. Anyone who touches his soulmate will end down 6ft in the ground.

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

≡ Them finding out that you ended up hurting yourself because of the way they treat you...

𖥻 H e a d c a n o n s !!

⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Ran & Rindou Haitani

tw: sh

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Although it doesn't seem like it, Ran usually pays a lot of attention to your behavior and especially your mood changes, that morning, you had an argument and as much as he tried to ignore it, deep down, Ran was sincerely worried about you and your absence was directly affecting him.

As soon as he went to talk to you, he noticed how sad you were, and also, even though it is an extremely hot and sunny day, you were wearing a long-sleeved blouse, but in a small oversight on your part, you ended up leaving those still unhealed wounds exposed.

"Let me see your arm, right now." Ran spoke in a few words, in a serious tone almost never used by him, as soon as you finished showing it, Ran looked at you a little shaken, but still, without showing any feelings.

"Who did this to you? Shit... You were the one who did this, weren't you?" He questioned, but soon realized what had really happened, Ran hugged you at the same moment, taking care of your injuries. "I'm sorry about that."

Still hugging you, Ran felt extremely bad knowing that he had caused you so much sadness. "...Don't do that again, I don't want you to get hurt because of me, or for any reason, just, don't do that again." After what happened, Ran began to be more careful with his behavior, also paying more attention to you, Ran double his attention and care so that you don't hurt yourself again.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Lately, Rindou had been so absent to the point that you barely saw him, and he often ended up taking out some of his frustrations on you.

That night, Rindou was sincerely willing to apologize to you, so he hurried to talk to you, but he ended up realizing how sad you were, making him feel guilty, this guilt intensified even more when he noticed the injuries in your pulses.

"What happened? What are those marks on your arms?" Holding your arm carefully, Rindou questioned you, even though he already knew the answer, he definitely felt like the worst person in the world at that moment.

"I'm so sorry." At that moment, he just hugged you, remaining silent for a brief moment.

"Promise me you'll never cut yourself again, I don't want to see you hurt and also, I will never treat you badly again, never again..." Rindou couldn't hide how uncomfortable that situation became, for that reason, he just made his apology.

"I'll take better care of you." Gently pulling away from the hug and taking care of your wounds, Rindou said in a low tone, he would really take better care of you.

[obeymefictionwriting]

Wehehehe >:^D angst if u don’t mind

Uuhhhhhhh situation: MC and a brother/dateable (if u wanna) broke up (kinda messy so they ended on ehhhh terms) and they still kinda have feelings for MC

Can u do the brother’s/dateable’s reaction/thoughts to MC basically courting their opposite (example Lucifer’s opposite would probably be Levi, Mammons opposite would be Belphie, ect ect)

Even if u don’t wanna, I hope ya have a great day 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I love a bit of angst so let's go!

UPDATE: guys, it's really angsty lol i'm so sorry

Lucifer:

As an Avatar of Pride, he didn't admit his mistakes and he didn't admit that he was way too controlling, arrogant, and insensitive to your feelings.

As he now watches you hang out with Levi, he feels blind rage swelling in his chest. He can't believe he let you go and you know tend to someone so...bland and shut-in.

When he hears you giggle in Levi's room or see you two reading the same manga, he feels bitter as the two of you never seemed to spend time together like that.

He tried talking to you once. Well, he basically grabbed your wrist and forced you to stay where you were standing while he started spitting out his thoughts and emotions.

You just walked away, without even looking back. He heard you crying in Levi's room later.

"Weak and useless", he mutters whenever Levi is in his sight. His hands clench in fists as he is absolutely helpless about the situation and it drives him insane.

Mammon:

Okay, maybe he told you all these things but you cry easily anyway and at first, he didn't even feel guilty

He was sure you'd miss going out with him and he spent countless nights fantasizing how he will reluctantly take you back

Now he sees you spending all your time at home, with Belphie.

Just fucking HoL, sitting on the damn couch like two elderly people in a nursing home.

He passed you once or twice, in his best outfit, wearing expensive perfume and purposefully talking on the phone with a pretty witch

You never lifted your eyes on him

You never lifted your eyes from Belhie as he lied on your knees, telling you some bullshit made-up stories

He hates you for being able to move on to something more stable, something that he was never capable of giving

Leviathan:

He barely watched his words during this last argument and that was the end

With you, his life had some sort of meaning. Now, it turned into a pitch-black tunnel again

Watching you with Lucifer hurts him so badly he could never imagine

Lucifer is the epitome of everything you wanted him to be and he never even tried

At nights, he howl alone in his room, softening his screams with a pillow, wishing you heard him and come back

When he lifts his head from the pillow, he sometimes hears you being in the Lucifer's room - all the sounds so well known to him.

With every little moan and every little sigh that he hears from you being in Lucifer's arms, his heart shatters again and again until there is nothing left of it

Satan:

He never meant to say all these words and he never meant to scare you so much

His possesiveness played a cruel joke on him and you are gone forever now, dating calm and cheerful Beelzebub instead

The worst thing is that despite being older, he feels weak compared to Beel and he hates himself for that

He once caught you in the hall and pinned you to the wall, trying to force a kiss

Beel slammed him down while you stared in horror at the blood dripping on the floor

He never spoke to you or Beel again

Sometimes he hits the wall till his knuckles bleed, imagining it's Beel

Sometimes he cries, pressing your scarf to his chest, inhaling its scent and imagining it's you

Asmodeus:

He didn't talk to you till that damn day when he saw you out with Barbatos

Barbatos? Really? A fucking butler?

He was very proud of the speech he gave you when he approached you and made fun of your downgrade

After that, he locked himself in the room

He broke all his mirrors because in every mirror he saw the ghost of your smile when you used to hug him from behind and laugh happily

He once got down to breakfast without a hint of makeup and with messy hair

He looks exactly how he feels: crumbling into pieces

Beelzebub:

The only thing that hurts more than your scratchmarks on his back were your words about leaving him

He never thought you needed more...passion. Though he would call it uncontrollable wrath, considering you left for Satan

When he sees you with hickeys and other marks on your beautiful skin, he clenches his fists so tight it hurts

He can't really explain to himself when it all went wrong but one day, you were just gone

He know thinks he is just a big stupid jock if he was never able to see your fiesty and wild side

He made you cupcakes to try and apologise but you smashed them on the wall

When your eyes meet in the dining room, he feels sick to the stomach and can't finish his plate

Belphegor:

Mammon, really? Like he cares

He now sleeps almost 24/7 and doesn't sometimes respond to Beel trying to wake him up

At least in his dreams he can apologize for what he did

In reality, he knows you hate him and he feels it growing on his skin, like an icy shell

He hates how confidently Mammon looks and talks

He observes how you now glow, being able to finally go out and enjoy all the wonderful life outside, the one he was keeping so fiercely away from you

Sometimes in his dreams, you tell him you forgive him

Then he wakes up though he sometimes wishes he didn't

[fuxuannie]

↳ pairing : miles morales x g-neutral reader

↳ synopsis : (first part of) sfw alphabet with miles !!

↳ authors note : could contain astv spoilers ?? i think i'll do another alphabet w a spiderverse character soon when i finish this!! ive been working on a hobie fic but his british is killing me PLZ save me im SOBBING its being delayed just cause hes british thats crazy

— ❥ Affection - is he the affectionate type?

☆☆ I think Miles is really affectionate with his partner, holding hands and all of that. Tries to be a romantic (and fails sometimes cause hes far too silly for that) but he's doing his best!! Affection is definitely very important to him so :)

— ❥ BEGINNER - is he new 2 relationships?

☆☆ Definitely, you'd be his first love and so he tries his best with you. He'll make sure to take you out on good dates, meet your parents, make like thousands drawings of you in his sketchbook and just generally try to hide the nerves of being in a relationship. Of course, Miles isn't perfect, but you understand that and just accept him nevertheless.

— ❥ CUDDLING - does he like 2 cuddle ?? how does he like 2 cuddle :)) ??

☆☆ Cuddling is a need, it is a requirement. He will demand cuddling at least once every day just so he feels something in his cold and empty soul. (he's being sarcastic, please cuddle him hes so sad when you don't)

— ❥ Domestic - does he wanna settle some day ?? how good is he at household chores ??

☆☆ Miles is a teenager, that kind of thing has yet to cross his mind or atleast think of it super seriously. But he would love to move in with you at some point, make you breakfast in bed and stuff like that. He definitely used to help his mom when he was younger, just gives off the vibe :))

— ❥ Ending - how n why would he end things with you ??

☆☆ The only thing that would push Miles that far is for your own safety. When he dates someone, he doesn't wanna do it just because you two like each other, he dates to stay together and not for a fleeting feeling that'll come to pass. But it hurts him more to leave someone he still loves, but knows its for your safety <\3

— ❥ Fiance(e) - marriage? commitment?

☆☆ I mean, same reason with the letter D, he's a teenager so that thing doesn't really cross his mind. He does like to joke around that he'll propose to you with a bagel or something.. (uh oh)

— ❥ Gentle - is he gentle physically and emotionally ??

☆☆ He tries his best to be. He understands how a lot of things can be overwhelming and hard to understand, so whether you need his emotional or physical help he's always willing to give it. He'll give you words of affirmation or hold you till you feel better. :)

— ❥ Hugs - does he like em ?? does he hate em??

☆☆ Miles LOVES it when you hug him, especially when you initiate it first. He'll sometimes pick you up and do a little spin because it makes him that happy T_T♡ Please hug him, he needs it badly after everything

— ❥ I love you - how long did it take for him to say it ?? does he say it often ??

☆☆ Miles took his time when it came to finally saying 'I love you'. He wanted to make sure that he'd mean it, and will continue to mean it while you guys are together. When it comes to saying I love you, he wants it to be in appropriate times and places but he usually says it when hes sleepy and just has no filter at all.

— ❥ Jealousy - does he get jealous often ??

☆☆ Yes and Miles makes it very obvious. You find it amusing every time he'll pull you by your waist towards him so he can hold you by his side. He'll urge you to continue your conversation, but the person you're speaking to can tell he is one minor inconvenience away to picking you up and just running off. (he'll only ever act like this if the person has clear intentions that were NOT approved of by him)

— ❥ Kissing - does he like kissing ?? how does he like 2 kiss ??

☆☆ He does the upside down kiss at like any given moment while he's on patrol. HE LOVES DOING IT he thinks its the most silly thing ever and the way the first time he tried it, his web snapped and he fell before he could kiss is ENGRAVED in your memory. Of course, he'll enjoy smaller kisses like on the nose or on his forehead cause it makes him feel soso soft.

— ❥ Little Ones - is he good with kidz ?!

☆☆ HES AWFUL. have you seen the scene with him and Mayday?! He has never held a child a day in his life, he will call an infant baby 'bro' or something and try to take it skateboarding. He will try if you have younger siblings, it's like training to get into the family; if you can handle the little menaces you are welcomed <3.

[little-emerald-snake]

Non-Con - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: non-con, manipulation, bondage, stolen virginity, unprotected p-in-v, forced orgasm, multiple orgasm, blood, cum swallowing, aftercare, guilty aftermath, dark seb vibes

1.7k words

Sebastian had her right where he wanted, he’d lured her into his room knowing they’d be alone for a while. He’d warded the room to be completely soundproof so nobody would hear them. He crossed the room to stand in front of her easily in three long strides.

He roughly gripped her shoulder and threw her on his bed. His eyes were dark and stormy as they raked over her shivering form. “Come on, pretty girl. Just do what I ask and I won't have to hurt you.”

He got onto the bed, grabbing her struggling limbs as she tried to get up. He held her in place, flipping her onto her stomach and casting a charm to hold her in place.

Strong branches of darkness wrapped around her, putting her on her hands and knees with her back arched to perfection. The branches weren’t rough but instead made of magic that wouldn’t hurt her. She wriggled, panic flaring a massive red warning inside of her.

A chill crawled up her spine as Sebastian appeared behind her on the bed, pulling her skirt and panties down in a swift tug. She tried her best to struggle but the bonds held her tightly in place. “S-Sebastian! What the hell are you d-doing?”

He unceremoniously shoved two fingers into her cunt, causing her to surge forward, slight pain burned between her legs from the new intrusion. “I know, love. You’ll get used to it I promise. Just relax and it can feel good for you.”

She continued to struggle against him, thrashing herself about wildly even though she was held solidly in place. He pulled his fingers from her and slapped her pussy a few times, causing her to yelp in surprise and jump away from the impact.

He growls in frustration, shoving his fingers back into her. “Come on, pretty girl. Just be still so I don’t have to hurt you.”

Tears rolled down her face now. She was ashamed that wetness began to lubricate his fingers, her pussy made obscene sounds as it clenched down on his fingers. He brushed them right against her g spot, causing her to fight a moan through her tears.

He hummed in satisfaction as she finally hung limp in her binds. They loosened around her ever so slightly. Her hair was a mess around her face, snot and tears dripped down her face, her shirt had slid off one shoulder exposing the top of her bra.

She’d never looked prettier to him than now. He was so incredibly hard looking at her that it hurt. He knew he had to prepare her or it would hurt her too badly since she’s a virgin. But he’s impatient and wants to feel her wetness wrapping around his cock.

He pulled his fingers out, wiping a smear of blood and other fluids on the sheets. He positioned himself behind her, pulling his erection free from his trousers and plunging into her.

A guttural cry fell from her lips and a dark moan from his. She sounded pitiful below him and it caused him to twitch inside of her. He pulls out, looking between them to admire her bright blood covering his cock. “Fuck, look at that. You really were a virgin. So fucking hot.”

He thrusts into her causing more cries to fall from her lips. She was too tight around him and it didn’t feel right. He growled in irritation, bending down over her and reaching between her legs to roll his fingers over her clit.

She sobbed underneath him as he used the blood from her pussy as lubrication to slide his fingers delicately over her clit. Between sobs she let out involuntary gasps of breath, cunt twitching around him in ways he knows make her sick.

Her sobs quiet when she accidentally lets a desperate moan slip. She bit into her lip so hard she’s afraid that will bleed too. Instead of fighting him she fights the sounds that want to fall from her as his fingers massage her clit and his hips slam into hers.

She hates that it feels good, hates that he moans above her while he uses her weak, pliant body. He uses his one free hand to wrap her hair around his fist and tip her head to look at him. “That’s okay baby, you can be quiet. I can feel your little pussy spasming around my cock. Tells me just how much you like it.”

She choked on a sob, her body starting to spasm around him and she can’t hold back, crying out as she cums around him. She holds her eyes tightly shut till she sees stars as the slickness between her legs increases.

Sebastian is thrusting faster now, groaning at her unwanted orgasm. “Fuuuck yes. You feel so good cumming around my cock, pretty girl. Come on, just accept that this feels so fucking good to you right now. Just give in and I’ll fuck you so dumb.”

Between the orgasm loosening her up and his promises of making her feel good she can’t help but hang limply in the magical bonds. She lets her body spasm around him and slowly lets more and more of her moans slip free.

Soon she is approaching another orgasm and it had her moaning softly for it. Sebastian’s hips angled till she was fluttering around him, gasping and whimpering with every thrust and roll of his fingers on her clit. “That’s right, cum for me again. Let me make you feel so good. You know you’ve wanted me to take you just like this, there is no denying it with how easy you cum for me. You’re doing so so fucking well, pretty girl.”

She hated how much his words hit home at that moment. She had thought about having sex with him and even through the pain which she knew would happen one day, sex with him does feel incredible. She didn’t even have to do anything and he seemed to be enjoying it as sweat gathered on his brow while he fucked into her, groaning when she tightened.

He was tearing her apart. Piece by precious piece she’s getting tired from the orgasms but he doesn’t seem any closer to stopping. She has no idea how he hasn’t cum yet since he’s constantly twitching inside of her and groaning.

He fucks her to another mind numbing orgasm. All she can do is hang limply in the wizards magic hold and moan for him tiredly while her body slickens and tightens around him once again. “Fuck you feel so good. I-I can’t fight this anymore, pretty girl. I-I’ll give you a choice…do you wanna taste my cum? Or so you want me to cum on your ass?”

She thinks about it, wondering if maybe he’d let her go after they finally finish. Will they ever be the same after this? She mumbled almost numbly that she wanted to taste him and he groaned.

The magic released almost immediately and she fell the short distance to the bed with a small oof. He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed, stepping back a bit. He started stroking himself in his hand. “Get on your knees in front of me. Hurry.”

Her limbs felt like jello but she obediently crawled off the bed and got to her knees in front of him. Almost immediately his face twisted in pleasure and his milky essence shot from his tip. She opened her mouth, trying to catch some to taste.

Most of it ends up on her cheek and some on her lips. Another shot lands directly in her mouth and she prematurely closes her mouth to taste the heady mixture. It's salty and thick in her mouth. One final spurt landed right across her closed lips and he groaned at the sight.

Only when he lets go of his cock does she realize how much blood of hers he’s covered in. His hand that he stroked himself, the other hand from rubbing her, his entire length. The bed where she was. There’s also blood smeared between her legs. she closes them with embarrassment.

Sebastian shakes his head and kneels down in front of her, wiping his cum off her cheek and sliding it into her mouth with his thumb. This taste is tinged with the metallic of blood and she frowns. “No need to be shy, pretty thing. You did so good for me. Gonna take you to the bath and get you cleaned up, okay?”

He wiped her face clean, scourgifys his hands and the sheets before helping her back into her clothes. Once dressed her leads her to the Slytherin bathrooms, pushing her into the guys bathroom and locking the door with an anti alohamora spell.

He undressed her and helped her into the bath, following her after undressing himself. He pulled her into his lap and used his hands to wash her body carefully. “You're so beautiful, look so pretty, you know that? You’re practically glowing now. Are you sore? I have a potion for you that’s gonna help if you want.”

She was a bit sore when she thought about it, all she does is nod still not entirely sure why he’s being so nice after everything. Maybe he really does care about her. But like other things, goes about showing it the wrong way.

He washed her hair and her body with the best smelling soaps she’d ever smelled before drying her off, and putting her in an extra big t shirt and pajama pants she assumed were his. He snuck her back into the boys dorms and into his bed.

Thankfully Ominis doesn’t seem to realize she entered with Sebastian. She wouldn’t know what to even say if he asked. She doesn’t even really know herself. That is until he pulls her into his arms and whispers how much he loves her and begs her for forgiveness, hoping she still likes him enough to be his girlfriend.

She quietly agrees, deciding to go with the idea that he really does care about her and he just went about it all the wrong way. She does care about him too after all.

[starcursedluvrs]

Part II of “TALK”:

“REFINED”

I suguru x pregnant!reader

“So I’ll try to talk

Refined

for fear that you’d find out…”

summary: read part I here! a continuation of the first part of Talk! this installment focuses more on the development of suguru and reader’s relationship, as well as some cute little plot complications that are thrown in their way (sorry not sorry for the angst) <3

A/N: heyyy!! guys i’m so sorry for how delayed this is. i just started a new job and life has been ✨hectic✨ to say the least. there will be a part III and IV, and at least part III will (hopefully) be ready by the time i have to move back to uni. regardless, i’m still very excited to share this and i hope y’all enjoy. (again, likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated <3). 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 

warnings!: SPOILERS FOR GOJO’S PAST ARC. THIS IS A PREGNANCY FIC! 18+. nsfw. f!reader. suguru and reader are over the age of 18. explicit sexual content. unprotected sex/oral (f!receiving). breeding kink. fingering. creampie. pregnancy. unplanned pregnancy. lactation kink. lots of angst (and comfort). there’s some more blood in this. gore (it isn’t too in depth). mentions of child abuse. the twins make a few appearances. cute domestic fluff hehe. 

wc: 12k

tag list: @username23345 @chilichopsticks @pjofics @tazuduck @sakui1

“Now, cup your hands and support his head,” cooed your mother,” Yes, just like that.” 

You were 11, and it was your first time holding a baby. You were afraid to hold something so small and so fragile in your hands. But, what you didn’t expect was the intense, overwhelming feeling of love that engulfed you. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and caught a whiff of that precious newborn scent. It smelled like heaven.

From then on, you were basically Norotoshi’s second mother. You loved that kid - he made your dark world brighter. 

You loved to play with him, kiss his boo boos better. It was your job as the older sibling; you had to protect him. So, you gave him the love and adoration of which you wish you had as a child. 

Sure, your mother was attentive, but the moment it was found that you possessed Blood Manipulation, your time with her was restricted. She was seen as a distraction, which is why you greatly appreciated the arrival of your baby brother. 

One of your favorite memories of him was when you tried to teach him to play hide and seek. As a 2 year old, he didn’t really understand the concept, so every time finished counting and pretended like you couldn’t see his chubby little legs peeking out from behind a curtain, he would run out from the window and tackle you in the tiniest, but strongest, bear hug. 

He's the reason you wanted children so badly. Surely, if they’re all like your sweet Norotoshi, they can’t be that bad for the world. 

… 

January, 2008 (30 weeks) 

Norotoshi stood in the doorway of you and Suguru’s shared suite, drenched in a scarlet substance. Suguru immediately excused himself to make sure there’d was no other lurking threat in the house. 

“Norotoshi, sweetheart, are you okay? Are you hurt? Is this your blood? Where’s Kaachan? Why are you here al-” 

“NEE-CHAN,” your little brother cut you off and ran to your leg, blood dripping all over the floor as he went. 

The emotions of the moment overwhelmed you, and tears began to flow down your face. You slowly sunk to the ground to reach his level. You and your brother sobbed into each other's arms for a moment. 

As you did when he was a baby, you pressed kisses into his forehead, not caring whether or not you got blood on your lips. Even if you did, you would be able to use your technique to wipe it away.

“Toshi, look at me for a second, are you hurt?” You asked as you finally collected yourself. 

“Deep breaths, it’s okay, you’re safe now.” 

“T-they said you,” Norotoshi took a deep sniffle, snot starting to drip down his nose, “They said you were bad. And I said no my nee-chan isn’t bad. But they told me something bad would happen if I didn’t talk to you.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” You asked, a little more panicked. “What exactly did they tell you?” 

“The clan leader. And Oto-San. They told me about a deal, and if you say yes, you can come back home.”

It had been years since you had been home, before your time at Jujutsu Tech. You didn’t even consider that place your home. It’s just the shell that houses you and Norotoshi, the person you actually thought of as home. However, your home was with Suguru now. 

“They also said you can see Kaachan again. She can move back home if you come!” Norotoshi looked quite hopeful. 

It had also been years since you had seen your mother. Four to be exact. She was sent away on Norotoshi’s third birthday - something about getting in the way of training. 

Norotoshi was a very intelligent boy. As soon as he was born, you knew he was going to be the next heir and clan leader. After all, your father’s actual wife hadn’t produced any children with the family technique. Your mother was a concubine, there to preoccupy your father and fulfill his need for an heir. Sure, you and Norotoshi had other half-siblings, but they despised you, as you and your brother were the only ones born with the blood manipulation technique.  

When you were four, you found yourself with a deep cut on your knees following an unsuccessful attempt to climb a tree. When you went to the infirmary on the campus of the Kamo estate, you willed your leg to stop the bleeding. And it did. The blood on your knee cap hardened, and it was declared that you possessed blood manipulation.

That was the first interaction with your father that you could remember. But, you knew you would never be allowed to be a clan head, regardless of the power you posessed. You were female. Deep down, you knew they would never let a woman run the clan. Besides, you were already a disgrace to your family. 

What did they want now?

“Norotoshi, what did they say?” you pressed.

“You’re having a baby right?” Norotoshi asked, pointing to your belly.

“Sweetheart, first of all, I taught you that it’s rude to point. Second, yes, me and Suguru are having a baby,” you said with a soft smile, taking Norotoshi’s tiny hand and placing it on your belly.

“Oto-san told me to tell you that if you come home, you and Sugu will be protected by the clan. All of the charges will be dropped against you two, and you can live in peace,” 

Suspicious. You knew it was bogus that the charges would be dropped against you. Your clan was powerful, but not that powerful. 

“Oto-san also said that if you come home, we can see Kaachan again! She can move back and help you with the baby. The only thing is…” Norotoshi got quiet again and his cheeks went a little red, and not from the blood staining his cheeks.

“What’s the only thing?” 

“Oto-san wants to be the baby’s dad and adopt it. And the baby’s family name will be Kamo, so that if it gets Sugu’s technique…”

“… it will become a hereditary Kamo technique,” you finished, realization dawning upon you. 

“Yeah.”

“Wow. 

You knew your father was a power-drunk misogynistic scumbag who thinks all you were good for was passing Blood Manipulation down to offspring, but you never thought he would actually go this far. He wanted to take your child from you. He was probably planning on killing Suguru the moment you stepped foot on the estate, and kept you prisoner somewhere until the baby was born. Then, he would turn you over and get the reward money. 

However, more questions arose.

How did he know you were pregnant? 

How did he know where you lived? 

Did he come here alone?” 

He knew the risk of sending his heir into the vipers den with a special grade. 

“DOLL, IT'S A TRAP,” Suguru screamed from somewhere down the hall.

“I’m sorry, nee-chan. They threatened to out right kill you if I didn’t do it,” Norotoshi started crying again. You didn’t know what to do, so you just wrapped him in your arms again. 

“Shhh, Toshi, I know. It’s okay, that must have been so scary, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left.” 

“Toshi, I have your nee-chan, it’s going to be okay. They won’t try anything while you’re in here, you’re too precious to them,” Suguru sounded exhausted as his frame appeared in the doorway, blood soaking through his socks and zori. “I need you to do something if you want to save your sister. Can you go to the bathroom for me and freshen up? There’s some hair products and face wash if you want to take a shower, okay?” Suguru continued, his smooth tone not at all matching his appearance. 

Nototoshi shook in your arms before slowly nodding as you led him to the bathroom, telling him everything was going to be okay. Once you put him in the bathroom and showed him where all of the fancy bath salts were, you whispered, “I love you,” into his ear and wrapped him into a final bear hug before closing the door softly. 

“We need to move,” Suguru whispered, “I found the sorcerer who put up a veil,” One of my followers undercover. That's how they knew. We have to move fast.”

“Where are the girls?” 

“Larue left with them already, they’re at one of the safe houses. I sent them out as soon as I killed the barricade of sorcerers outside. And my ex-follower. It’s only a matter of time before they realize what happened.”

Suguru then summoned that pink curse again, the very one you used the last time you had to make a quick getaway. Suguru helped you on, leading your arm as you sat down and immediately took off, leaving one of your homes behind.

Guilt gnawed through your brain as you remembered that you had two homes; one with Suguru, and your old one, with Norotoshi. The same Norotoshi who you practically raised. The same Norotoshi who was so innocent and sweet, now tainted with the poison that is clan politics. It’s your fault he was going to become clan leader. It’s your fault he had to go through all of this. If only you had taken him with you that night. 

Because you only had two people in your life to call home, the loss of one felt like someone was pressing on your chest, squeezing the air out of you. You sobbed so hard, nothing came out. Your shallow breaths filled the night sky, Suguru whispering apologies into your ear, wrapping his warm, safe arms around you. 

… 

By the time you got to the new safe house, a villa in Okinawa, you had cried yourself to sleep against Suguru. Suguru gently lifted you off of the pink alien-looking curse and carried you into the tiny safe house. 

It was a cute two bedroom house, secluded behind a canopy of trees, fog from the sea, and the far off mountains of Okinawa. It was modern in style, but luxurious nonetheless. 

Suguru opened the western-style carved wooden door to the cozy house and carried you inside, bridal style. His soft steps echoed up the sleek white stairs as he brought you upstairs to your new shared room. 

Suguru turned left down the small hallway and opened the door to your room. 

“Hey doll, we’re home. Can I help you get changed? You’ll feel better in the morning if we get you cleaned up right now.”

You slowly stirred from your slumber, the baby grounding you back to reality by giving your stomach a strong kick. 

“Gimme a sec, your baby is trying to bruise my ribs it seems.” You took Suguru’s hand and placed it over your dirty robes where the baby was moving. 

A tired smile crossed his face as little kicks pressed into his large, heavy hands. It was truly amazing how such a strong, powerful, and dangerous man was reduced to nothing but a dopey, wonder-filled expression from such a tiny, unborn human. 

“Wait, love. Mimi, Nana, we have to check on them, they don’t like sleeping in new place-”

“My love, they’re safe and okay. They’re sleeping soundly at the other end of the hall. There’s a veil around us, so only us four are allowed in the house. We can go check on them after we get the both of us clean, okay?”

“Okay.”

He helped you up, which was becoming increasingly more difficult with your growing belly. After pressing a kiss to the top of your hand, he led you into the cramped, but cozy bathroom. 

Suguru had you sit on the toilet cover as he turned the faucet on and pressed his fingers into the stream of liquid to check the temperature. He started humming a soft, melodic tune as he went about his business. He seemed to be deep in thought about something else. 

You almost fell asleep, until you felt his strong, warm hands going to unzip your coat and get you out of your blood-stained clothes. He did the same for himself, and helped you into the tub. His mind still seemed to be elsewhere. 

The water felt like a warm embrace against your back and aching hips. You let out a sigh as Suguru entered the tub behind you, causing the water to splash and ripple around you. The bathroom already seemed to be fully stocked with all of your favorite products. Suguru picked up a pink loofah, squeezed some body soap onto it, and began to rub small circles at your back. The only sound in the room was the water dripping down from the loofah into the water below. 

“Doll?” Suguru spoke after a while. You knew that face; he needed a question answered. 

“Yes, love?” You responded.

“Do you remember that western myth Yaga taught us as second years? Eurydice and Orpheus?”

Yes. You remembered very well. Yaga was attempting to teach a lesson in death and humility; how sometimes, you have to let your partners go no matter how painful it was. That was just the life of a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You always had to prepare yourself for death. 

After Yaga taught that lesson, You, Suguru, and Satoru got into an argument over whether or not Orpheus was stupid for turning around to see if Eurydice was really there. You did not think he was an idiot. Satoru and Suguru did. 

“Yes, why? That’s such a random memory to bring up now,” you half-heartedly chuckled. 

“Well, today scared me a lot. I’ve been having a lot of anxiety and fear about if something happened to you. Or the girls. I don’t care about anyone else; you’re my world. I just want to keep you safe.”

More silence followed as you took in his words. Suguru continued on to cleaning your arms. 

“I’m sorry about today, Sugu. I-,” 

“Why are you apologizing? That’s not what I wanted out of telling you that.”

“Then what did you want?” 

“Do you remember the argument me, you, and Satoru had after?” He continued.

“Of course.” 

“If anything ever happened to you, or baby, I think I would become that dumbass Orpheus,” Suguru stated. He sounded so distraught. 

“Love, what do you mean?” You turned your body as best you could and smiled at him, shaking you head. 

“If I ever lost you or baby, I don’t know if I would be able to pull myself together. I would turn around. I would crawl into a hole like the night we defected. Except, that night, I only stopped after killing a few people. Bad people, who deserved to die. There was reason, and logic, and a point to that too. But still, if something happened I would probably claw my way darker into a hole where I wouldn’t be able to see the light anymore. I’m scared I would hurt myself and other people. Without reason. That’s what I mean by turning around.” 

It took a moment but you turned your body around awkwardly in the tub to face him. It was the first time you really got a clear look at his face in the light that day. Suguru seemed to be on the verge of tears. His eye bags were back, and he looked pale. 

You took one of your hands to cup his face, and he snuggled into it. 

“Love, as long as you’re protecting me and I still have my technique, we’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry today scared you, it scared me too.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, forehead, and then rested the top of your head against his. 

“But I don’t believe you would go that far. There is good in you Suguru, even if you don’t believe in it. I believe it. Sure, we both do questionable things sometimes, but you have a good heart.” 

“Thank you for listening, doll. I’m sorry if this got dark.” 

“No, stop apologiz-“

“I thought I told you to stop apologizing first.” 

You playfully splashed Suguru with some of the water and kissed him.

“How about for a change, you let me take care of you, and I will make the four of us a crepe feast tomorrow morning. How does that sound?” 

“That sounds delicious,” he responded, in between sweet kisses. 

You sat like that for a while; intertwined in each other's arms, kissing, soaking in what little moments of normalcy your new life had to offer. 

…

February 3rd, 2008 (32 weeks) 

“Suguru, she’s not late yet.”

You were standing in the kitchen, helping Suguru to clean up the nice brunch you had for Suguru’s 20th birthday. Suguru was scrubbing dishes, while you were drying them and putting them away. Mimiko and Nanako were in the living room, painting with a new water color set Suguru had bought for them.

“But this is her birthday present to me, don’t you think she should be on time? You know what, maybe I shouldn’t have given her the exact location. What if she sold us out?” Suguru handed you a plate.  

“Love, I don’t think Shoko would tell anyone. She’s my best friend, we’re safe. I don’t trust anyone else to deliver the baby right now.” You punctuated your point by setting the plate down in its correct cabinet. 

“Maybe an actual doctor?” Suguru said under his breath. If looks could kill, Suguru would be a dead man. You shot that idea down immediately with your sour expression. 

“Yes, sure, let me just have my magical child in a place that’s known to be a madhouse for attracting cursed spirits, not to mention, Jujutsu Sorcerers along with it.” You grabbed another plate from his hand, and set it down as gently as you could, given your heightened emotions. This was a constant subject of bickering in your household. You understood where Suguru was coming from, but after what happened with Norotoshi at the Monastery, you were scared of someone coming to hurt your family. 

You had told Shoko the location of the new safe house and asked her to come and check on the baby, as you were too afraid to ask anyone else. You still had the portable ultrasound machine that she had given you in Shinjuku, but you wanted someone that knew more about this than you. Besides, if anything was wrong, Shoko could just heal it with her reverse curse technique. 

“Are you sure you altered the veil to let Shoko inside?” 

“I think so, but I can check quickly,” Suguru replied, handing you the last dish and heading toward the entrance of your home.

Suguru opened the impeccably crafted door to see Shoko, standing where the veil met the rest of the world. Even from 50 feet away, you could see she was pissed. When Suguru recast the spell to allow Shoko inside, she ran full force at Suguru, knocking him over, and began hitting him with her purse. 

“YOU. PROMISED. TO. TAKE. CARE. OF. HER. YOU. BIRTHDAY. BITCH. AND. THIS. IS. WHAT. HAPPENS,” Shoko screamed as she punctuated every word with a flick of her brown handbag.  “SUGURU, THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT THERE.”

“KOKO STOP, ITS OKAY, I’M OKAY,” you yelled back at her, waddling down the steps as best you could. 

Shoko quickly healed the marks on Suguru’s face and ran to embrace you in a hug. 

“Ha, I know, I just wanted to mess with him. I am a little mad though. What happened with Noritoshi shouldn’t have happened. I missed you.” And she wrapped you in a tight bear hug. 

“Hey, doll, can we maybe find a doctor that doesn’t punch the father-to-be to death?” Suguru retorted, rubbing his neck as he walked up to the both of you.

“It was totally in my right to beat you up like that. I never got to punch you before for getting her pregnant. That payment was overdue, with accumulated interest. But, hi, I guess. And happy birthday too.” 

The two didn’t hug. In fact, Shoko kept her distance from Suguru, and they shared a curious head nod. Something was up. You’d bother her about it later.

“Ok, I don’t have a ton of time, I got permission to leave campus for a few hours, but I have to be back by tonight. Let’s get inside.” 

With that, Suguru helped you up the stairs to the door and led Shoko into the house. You entered the living room, and immediately the girls had questions. You hadn’t let anyone into your house in a few weeks, so Shoko was a rare treat for them. 

“Mama Geto, who’s that lady?” Nanako said a little too loudly. 

“What- did- did you have 2 more babies in the 4 or so months I haven’t seen you?” Shoko whispered into your ear. 

“I’ll explain later, just play along. Me and Sugu are fostering them.” 

Shoko rolled her eyes a little and shook her head, laughing in disbelief. 

“Mimiko, Nanako. This is Auntie Shoko. She’s one of my best friends, and she’s just here to check up on the baby,” You told them.  

“Woah, can I watch?” Mimiko asked.

“Can I watch too?” Nanako spoke over her sister. 

“Yes, girls, but you have to give Mama and Auntie Shoko some space, okay? Remember when we talked about the importance of personal space?” Suguru cut in. 

“Okay,” Nanako responded. She looked a little sad as she said it. 

The five of you all sat in the small living room, you on the couch, and Shoko on the coffee table. There was one other chair in the room, which was set to the left of the coffee table, next to the couch, which the twins shared. Suguru positioned himself next to you, holding your thigh for comfort. 

Shoko produced another portable ultrasound out of her bag, complete with a bulky screen. Next, she took out some of the cold, clear gel.

“Can you lift your shirt so I can put the gel on?” Shoko asked.

You did so wordlessly as Shoko spread the cool substance over your protruding belly. 

Suguru’s hold on your thigh grew tighter, his breaths less frequent.

Anxiety pooled in your gut alongside your unborn, somersaulting child, who thought it was a spectacular time to showcase their gymnastic feats. 

You took a deep breath and braced for the scanning instrument to make contact with your taut skin, placing your hand atop of Suguru’s in reassurance. 

“You drank water before, right?” Shoko questioned.

“Suguru made me chug at least 3 cups before you showed up,” you giggled.

“Well, at least he’s good for something,” Shoko joked right back, easing some of the thick tension in the room. 

“Ok, I’m gonna go ahead and scan you now,” Shoko confirmed. The doctor-in-training gently pressed the instrument to the cold gel, and a loud thumping sound began to play back on the screen. 

An image also appeared. Cloudy, gray, and black at first, but it slowly shifted into a picture of your baby. 

Holy shit. 

These past few weeks haven’t felt real; your clan using your sweet brother against you, moving to a new place away from the life you knew.

 But this. 

This small, pulsing little thing on the camera screen made it all worth it. Tears welled up in your eyes. 

Shoko hummed and scanned around your stomach for a few minutes, and the tension resumed its build. 

All was quiet until Shoko cracked one of her rare smiles and asked, “Do you want to know the sex?”

“You can tell?” Nanako piped up.

“Yes,” Shoko had to fight back a giggle of excitement. 

“Do you want to find out?” Suguru whispered softly. 

“Well, it’s your birthday,” you responded, your voice barely coming out of your throat. 

“Then, yes, please.” You’d never seen your fiancé look so timid. 

“Well…you have a healthy baby girl!”

“You were right, Sugu,” you smiled brightly as tears trickled down your face.

“I usually am,” he joked, a smoldering grin plastered across his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes and kissed him, deeply.

“Ewwww,” Nanako made a disgusted face.

“The kids’ right, get a room,” Shoko snorted. 

“Can we dress her up?” Mimiko got right to asking the important questions.

“Oooh Mama Geto, you have makeup, right?” Her blonde twin added, jumping up from the chair in excitement. 

“Hey, I want in too. As Auntie, it’s my duty to teach her to chug a beer, or light a cig-“

“OKAYyyyy that’s enough Auntie Shoko,” you said as you fake smiled through your teeth. 

“Hahaha the Auntie lady said doo-ty” Nanako toppled over in a fit of laughter.

“Nanako, that’s not even funny. What’s a beer Mama?” Mimiko asked without skipping a beat. 

You sighed. “It’s a grown-up drink, Mimi.” 

“Girls, I have an idea. Why don’t you start gathering all the ingredients for the birthday cake, and we can all bake together! Just give me, Mama, and Auntie Shoko a few minutes, okay?” Suguru was born to be a parent. He was so good at making every little task for the girls into a game - a happy, go lucky childhood that you desperately wished for your child. And Suguru was there to deliver. 

The girls ventured off to the kitchen, leaving the three of you alone to talk. 

“So, it’s a healthy girl,” Shoko spoke, breaking the silence.  

“But I’m a little worried about you, Y/N.” 

“Why?”

“What’s wrong with her?” Suguru’s face was grave. 

“Nothing’s wrong right now, per say. But your blood pressure is a little high for my taste. I’m going to give you some labetalol to help with that. But, you need to take it easy. Nothing exciting for the next few weeks. I’ll come back and check on you again soon. Right now, we should make a plan for when the baby comes,” Shoko explained.

“Shoko’s right, doll. We need a birth plan,” Suguru chimed in.

“And we should figure out who should come and stand guard outside. I suggest Mei Mei, she won’t care as long as you pa-“

“Stop. Talking. Everyone. Please.” You took a deep breath. “This is just… a lot.” 

You were so overstimulated. 

“Please, can we talk about this later? I just want to bake the cake and celebrate Suguru’s birthday. This isn’t helping to lower my blood pressure at all,” you exhaled. 

Lip trembling, you felt yourself on the verge of tears. 

“Oh, no sweetie, I’m sorry,” Shoko cooed 

“Doll, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you-“ 

“I know you didn’t mean to, but it’s still a lot. My life is just so different than it was seven, eight months ago. Sometimes I just wish we were back at school. It was just so… simple. I- I try to be strong for you, Sugu, and the girls, but I- just- I-“ you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. 

Norotoshi. That first night with the girls. You and Suguru laying in the soft grass by Jujutsu High. 

You felt like you were watching your life through a screen. For a moment, you looked outside the window. It was a little hard to tell with the veil, but it appeared as if it was pouring rain, making mud out of the earthy ground below. 

“Hey, Suguru, can you give us a minute? I think the girls will burn down the house if they don’t have adult supervision soon,” Shoko half joked. 

Suguru looked a bit pained at the suggestion. He wanted to be with you, especially in a stressful moment like this. Shoko pulled Suguru aside, closer towards the shoji door separating the living room from the kitchen. 

Shoko didn’t get emotional very often, she was rather accomplished at hiding what she was feeling behind a mask of sarcasm and attitude. But, for a moment, Suguru could read her. She was upset. More than upset. She was angry.

“Look, I haven’t had a conversation with her that wasn’t about the baby since before you took her away,” Shoko snapped. 

Suguru’s eyes got wide in offense to Shoko’s comment. 

“She came with me of her own will, Shoko. No one made her do anything, or took her anywhere-” 

“No, you did. You did. Your selfish, dumbass didn’t use protection. Do you think she would actually still be attached to you if she wasn’t carrying your child?” 

“Aren’t you sick of being used as a tool by the Jujutsu elders?”

“Save your bullshit for your cultish followers. We’re not friends anymore, Geto. I’m not friends with murderers. I’m here for her and that is all.” 

“Yet, you’re still friends with Satoru. How many people has he murdered?” 

Shoko swallowed, pondering Suguru’s comment. 

“He has done it for the greater good.” 

“Oh, really? What’s the greater good? I just got word that there’s a child who was born with a powerful curse technique. However, he has a heavenly restriction that paralyzes him from the neck down. He is allergic to sunlight, even moonlight can burn his skin. Yet, the elders keep him alive and have him suffer because his technique is ‘too valuable to lose.’ Is that the greater good that Satoru kills for? The greater good that I kill for is one where my children do not have to live in fear of being controlled or used as a weapon. People have already tried to come for Y/N and our child because they see her as a weapon. She’s not even born yet. And all they see is a weapon. I will not allow any of my daughters to be used like we were.” A vein was sticking out Suguru’s forehead

Shoko took a deep breath as she collected her thoughts. 

“We were the strongest. You, me, Y/N, and Satoru. No one hates the elders more than me and Satoru. But you’re going about it the wrong way. This isn’t the answer, and I hope both of you see that.” 

Shoko turned on her heel to walk out through the kitchen. You and Suguru both followed her to the door. Suguru walked with the intention of escorting her out; you with the intention of keeping her close to you.

“Shoko, please don’t leave yet, we- we have cake…” you begged. 

Shoko faced you once more, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m not leaving you; it’s your house I’m leaving. I’ll send you a secure location to meet in the next few weeks. I’ll bring Mei Mei for muscle, just in case. Tell Geto he is not allowed. Goodbye, Y/N,” she said, stepping out under the veil surrounding the building. 

As soon as she reached the edge of the veil, she was drenched by the thick droplets that fell from the sky. 

Shoko was just thankful that you wouldn’t be able to make out the tears falling down her face alone with the rain. 

…

Beginning of March, 2008 (35 weeks)

35 weeks had come and gone, and you felt absolutely disgusting. You heard a rumor that pregnancy was supposed to have you glowing, but you think whoever said that was just trying to come up with some wild propaganda to help the aging population of Japan. 

Nothing fit you anymore, not even the nice robes Suguru bought for you. You sat on the floor of your closet, inspecting yourself in front of the mirror in nothing but a clean pair of underwear. Stretch marks decorated the sides of your tummy and breasts, the little tiger stripes making a pattern down your body. Your hips had them as well, and you couldn’t even see past your belly anymore. It had been a week since you and Suguru had found some time for sex and intimacy; you were both so exhausted. 

So, you just cried, pushing your head into your hands, mourning for your changing body. Muffled footsteps started up the stairs, alerting you that your boyfriend was home. 

“Doll, I ended the meeting early today, I was thinking we could do something just the two of us. Maybe dinner? A movie? You name it.” 

You could feel Suguru searching for your through your shared room. He was going to find you here pathetically crying to yourself eventually, so, you cleaned yourself up as best you could, but you were unsuccessful in hiding your sniffles. Suguru opened the door to your closet to you, crying, wearing nothing but your panties. 

“My love, what are you doing down there?”

You don’t know what came over you, but that made you sob even harder.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart. What’s up, do you just need to cry?” 

You nodded your head as you attempted to cover your body in embarrassment. Taking note of your body language, Suguru took a step back from you. However, his eyes were on you as he realized you were wearing nothing but your underwear. 

He thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever set his eyes on. Sure you were absolutely gorgeous before he got you pregnant, but now, gods, he didn’t have words to describe your beauty. Suguru Geto was rarely speechless, and your beauty rendered him as such. 

He loved how your body had grown and changed to accommodate your child, physical proof of your love. He didn’t think it was possible, but he was even more attracted to you than ever before. The last week had been hard on him, and no sex had been even harder. Nothing offered him the same emotional release than when you were sobbing on his cock, telling you how much he loved you and would always protect you. 

After a few minutes of you sobbing, and Suguru staring, you finally opened up.

“I feel disgusting,” 

“Doll, no, you’re so beau-“

“-You’re just saying that because you have to,” you looked up and away from him in an attempt to keep more tears from spilling. “I’m so huge, none of my clothes fit. My skin is ruined. And you haven’t touched me in a week. Is that what it’s attributed to?” You squeaked out, your voice hardly above a whisper.

“Doll, look at me,” Suguru crouched down to your level and took your face in his hands, holding on to your chin.

“Even if you were 100 years old and your face was lined with wrinkles, I would think you were the most beautiful woman I had ever set my eyes on. You know why?”

“No.” You just wanted him to make you feel better already. 

“Because these lines and marks are all reminders that you are alive and safe, and what is more beautiful than that? Aging is a privilege; having this child with you is a privilege, as is getting to watch you two grow. And, honestly, I’ve never been more sexually attracted to you than I am right now. Your skin isn’t ruined; it’s fine art to me. Like someone took a magical brush and painted proof of our love for each other on your body. I haven’t touched you in a week because you seemed exhausted and I didn’t want to stress you or baby.“

Suguru began to kiss your tears away, making his way to your mouth. 

He captured your lips in a sweet, salty kiss.

“And I love your belly. It means the baby is healthy,” he whispered, continuing down to your breasts. “It also means you’re full of me. Everyone knows we belong to each other because I fucked my baby into you.” 

You knew he wasn’t lying; you could see the very obvious tent in his pants. You could also feel yourself dampening your panties. Gods, you needed this so badly. 

Suguru took one of your full, heavy tits into his hand, and brushed against your nipple, making you whine. He moved in back of you so you could see the two of you in the mirror. 

“Look at these. So sensitive. So pretty.” Suguru latched himself to your neck, leaving a little love bite, and smoothing it over with his tongue when he was done. “Can’t wait till these start dripping milk,” he admitted, moving to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. You were absolutely drenched at this point. 

“Let’s move to the bed, I don’t want to ruin the carpet-“ you panicked. 

“-So? If it gets ruined, it gets ruined. I’ll buy a new one. Right now, I need to show you how much I love and adore you. The only thing you need to worry about is the number of times you’re gonna fall apart on my mouth, fingers, and cock tonight.”

You let a whimper escape your throat as his hands moved to the inside of your thighs, rubbing tantalizingly close to your core.

“Also, I forgot one thing, doll,” Suguru continued.

“Whaaa,” you half asked, half moaned.

“If you don’t follow my instructions exactly, you don’t get to cum. Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” His fingers ghosted over your clit and swiveled over your dripping entrance instead, making you shiver. 

You nodded your head in response.

“Need a verbal answer, doll,” Suguru cooed, a sly grin forming on his lips. 

“Yes, I ca-AHHH-“ as soon as the word “yes,” left your mouth, Suguru sunk one of his thick fingers into your waiting cunt, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit. The stimulation was so intense, you had to close your eyes.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me. I need you to see how absolutely breathtaking you look right now, spread open on my fingers, taking me so well.” 

You complied and opened your eyes, taking in the state of you. Your legs were thrown to either side of you and placed over Suguru’s thighs to allow him easier access. Your pussy was so wet that your arousal started to drip on the carpet beneath you. Your hair was disheveled, your pupils blown with lust. Your cheeks had the softest touch of pink added to them. The image in front of you looked so lewd, as were the accompanying squelches coming from your core. You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Just as you tilted your head down in shame, Suguru took the hand that was not currently buried inside your cunt and grabbed your chin to tilt upwards. 

“None of that, or you won’t get to cum. Look how beautiful you come apart f’me,” you opened your eyes again and noticed that his breathing started getting more shallow. “Now, I know your fingers aren’t as long as mine, so I’ll keep them where they are. I need you to start rubbing here,” he took the hand on your chin to cup your breast and tweak your nipple. You gasped at the contact. 

You did as he said, and began to rub small, soft circles into your nipples. You thought you were going to cum right then and there. “Good Girl. Wish I could keep you all stuffed and round like that forever.” 

“Sugu- I’m gonna- please,”

“How could I say no to that? Let go, doll,” and with that, you reached your high for the first time that night, juices leaking everywhere. 

Suguru helped you through your orgasm, then slipped his fingers out and sucked them clean. 

“Look at your little hole, clenching around nothing. Tell me, did you try to get yourself off at all this week when I wasn’t there? Be honest.” Suguru said in a condescending tone. 

“I. I…tried too, but my fingers aren’t big enough. And I get so tired so easily,” you replied breathlessly, still recuperating from your climax. 

“What a dirty girl,” Suguru smirked into your shoulder. “I had no time to, but the past few hours, all I could think about was your body wrapped around mine, sucking me dry-“ 

“I can’t believe how pent up we both are after just one week,” You cut in.

“I can. Like I said, I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now. Now, on your hands and knees, my love. I’m gonna fill you right up. That's it, what a good girl. My girl.” 

You struggled a bit, but eventually got yourself on all fours. You looked a mess. Stray baby hairs were sticking to your face from the sweat. You watched in the mirror as Suguru stripped his crew neck and sweats as fast as he possibly could.

No matter how many times you had seen it and had it inside of you, his thick cock both impressed and intimidated you. Suguru put on a little show, and gave his dick a few pumps before disappearing behind you to line up with your pussy. When he sunk in, you both gritted your teeth and gasped at the contact.

“I’m- I’m gonna scoop you up and put you on my lap, okay? I’ll swing your legs over mine once we get settled to make it easier for you.” Suguru was already breathless, and he had barely done anything. 

“Ahhh- Sugu-“ 

“Shhh, I got you. You don’t have to do anything, just let me do the work for right now, and you watch yourself in the mirror.” 

He pulled you up and back on to his lap, allowing him to bottom out in one fell swoop. 

“Sugu-“ 

“Hold on, don't move, I-I might cum if you do.” 

You felt delirious. So full. You missed him so much. 

“You feel how hard I am inside of you? This is all you, love,” Suguru moaned, cupping your lower belly gently. He parted your legs more, so that they went over his muscular thighs. The new position pushed him even deeper. Suguru kept his hands at the apex of your thighs, both to restrain and tease you some more. 

“Suguru ple- please move or I wuhhh-“

Suguru’s hands tensed where they were, effectively keeping you in place. Then, Suguru lost control and bucked up into your warmth, hitting your sweet spot with precision, as if he had memorized it. You started circling your hips, allowing his dick to continue to kiss that area that brought you immense pleasure. 

“That’s it baby, use me for your own pleasure. Doing so- uh- so good,” he grunted. “My girl,” Suguru said, moving one of his hands on your thigh to your throat. 

“Eyes up here,” he commanded. “Look so good with this necklace, huh? You’re all mine, love. All mine, and everyone knows because I fucked my baby into you.” 

You whined, drool starting to slip out of the corner of your mouth. You looked ruined, body covered in a mix of sweat, spit, and cum. “Whenever you’re ready, give it to me,” Suguru purred, dizzy with his own pleasure. 

“Clit-“ you choked out. Suguru brought down the other large hand that was on your thigh to play with the swollen nub. “Gonna cum, Sugu, Gon-“ you chanted like a prayer as you came for the second time. Suguru kept rubbing through your high, occasionally bucking up into you. 

“Shhh, I got you. My girl. My beautiful, lovely girl. I love you so much.” Your orgasm hit you hard. It was glorious, exhilarating even, but exhausting all in one. 

When you came to, you realized that Suguru still hadn’t cum. 

“My love, use me to cum,” you pleaded to the inky haired man in back of you. 

“I can take care of myself if you’re too tir-“ 

“Suguru. Get. Inside me. Now,” 

“Are you sure?”

“Suguru. Geto.” 

“Fine. You asked for it.” 

Suguru went back into the main bedroom quickly and returned with pillows in hand. 

“For your arms and knees, love. I wanna go slow and deep.” 

You climbed on top of the soft pillows, placing them beneath you like a makeshift mattress. Suguru gave himself a few pumps again and rubbed at the fat of your ass. 

“Look at you. So beautiful.”

You peaked in the mirror at the state of yourself once again, as if to see if Suguru was bluffing. Yet, Suguru looked at you as if you were the only person in the world.  

One of his hands moved to rub the underside of your stomach. The other lined his cock up to your hold and entered with no resistance. Suguru released a pitiful whimper. You were so immersed in the pleasure, a soundless moan was ripped from your body. 

“I told you this cute tummy would be full of my babies one day,” he purred, voice straining as he began to plunge deep inside of you. 

Each thrust of his hips was calculated, yet frantic. Your walls felt heavenly around his thick length, fluttering and threatening to swallow him whole. He was going to cum soon. 

“You’re mine. Say you’re mine, Y/N,” he spat, guiding his hand to lightly wrap your throat. 

“Y-Yours. All yours. I love you.” As if you were standing with your back to the ocean and the ferocious waves that flowed through them, your orgasm snuck up on you and pulled you under the riptide that was your climax. Your pussy milked Suguru for all he was worth, coaxing him to finish as well. 

“And I’m all yours. Yours,” he chanted a few times before bucking up deep inside of you and finding his release. The familiar warm feeling spread throughout your insides, allowing you to feel light, calm even. Suguru caught you before your legs gave out and hit the floor, manhandling you to lean back on him as he pressed kisses into your collarbone.

You stayed like that on the floor of the closet for a while, taking in the presence of one another. Feeling possessive, Suguru held you in his arms, as if to protect you from the self destructive and self loathing thoughts that attacked you from your own mind. 

After a few moments, Suguru peered deep into your eyes, appearing puzzled. 

“What’s wrong, love?” you questioned.

“I never officially asked the question, did I?”

“No, you didn’t.” You smile sweetly. 

“Okay…

Marry me?” 

“I’ll think about it,” you said, teasing him. Suddenly, you felt very uncomfortable. The wet, cold fluids that covered your body did not make for a very pleasant afterglow experience.

“Maybe if you draw me a bath with that lavender salt, I’ll be persuaded,” you added.

“Anything for you, Mrs. Geto,”  he smirked, slowly moving his body off of the floor. 

“I’m so lucky to have you, Suguru.” 

“And I, you.” 

He arose and turned to the closet door, looking back at you as he held himself against the door frame. 

“Doll, if you ever have those thoughts again, please tell me so I can fuck them out of you,” he bent down, placed a quick kiss on your cheek and ran away before you could move your swollen body to turn and protest.

A tired, blissful smile creeped over your lips. 

And then you remembered his promise.

“I’d end the world for you.”

…

February, 2008 (36 and a half weeks)

Suguru tried to spend as much time with you and the girls, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hold on to his followers without his dangerous presence to encourage cooperation. 

So, more often than not, you found yourself alone with the girls. 

It was an overcast, gloomy, and overall, miserable February day. 

This also happened to be the best time to venture out to the beaches, as there weren’t many people about.

You fed the girls breakfast, dressed them in matching blue and yellow long sleeve swimsuits, and left the safety of your home in lieu of not going completely stir crazy. You adorned yourself in a simple navy sundress with gold buttons. It reminded you of your old life, all of those months ago at school. Before leaving the house, you recast a veil to assure no one would be able to find your safe haven. In case your fiancé came home early, you left a note explaining your whereabouts on the kitchen counter. Mimiko stood on your left, and Nanako to your right. You took their adorable 6 year old hands and led them out into the fresh air.

The girls were ecstatic to leave the house, as this was a rare treat for them. Suguru probably wouldn’t condone you having an outing, but you felt yourself starting to lose your sanity after 4 continuous weeks inside. You needed this just as much as the girls.

Besides, your blood was literally poison to others. If anything happened to you, you had your technique to keep you safe. 

The three of you made your way through the mile of thick trees, frequently stopping for you to rest. The twins collected sticks, made mud potions, and discovered little ant kingdoms. They were having the time of their lives, just as normal children should. You couldn’t wait to give your unborn daughter a childhood too, something you or Suguru never really got the chance to experience. Giggles and singing filled the air as you walked, leaving your heart lighter than when you had awoken that morning. 

Eventually, you reached the small main road that led to the beachfront. The street featured a small strip of shops and restaurants, one of these establishments being a convenience store. 

“Mama, do you remember when we first met you and you tooked us to 7/11?” Nanako asked, bright eyes looking up at you.

“Nanako, it’s took. Tooked isn’t a word.” Mimiko snorted at her sister.

“How do you know? You’re also 6.” Nanako retorted. 

“Yeah but I’m older by a minute, so I know mor-“

“Mimiko.” You gave her a knowing glance. Mimiko intended to push every button of her sister until she broke. 

“Sorry, Nanako.” Mimiko grumbled. 

“Nanako, what were you saying about the 7/11?” 

“Remember when you took us there and you got us snacks and ice cream?” Nanako asked sweetly. 

“Yes, I’ll buy you two ice cream,” you chuckled. 

“REALLY?!” the twins shouted in delight.

“Of course, it’s a special day. We rarely get to go outside,” you beamed at the girls. 

“Can the baby have ice cream too?” Mimiko asked. 

“I guess the baby could have some ice cream,” you laughed. You loved those girls like they were your own. You couldn’t wait for your daughter to join them. 

You led the two of them into the small convenience store. Actually, it was more like the twins led you inside and made a b-line for the ice cream section. 

Once their treats were chosen, you allowed them to pick out a few snacks for the beach as well.

You approached the cashier with the goodies as the girls trailed happily behind. 

“Are you three having a picnic? It’s honestly an awesome day to have one, not many people out on the beach today,” the cashier smiled at the three of you. 

“No, we’re having a princess tea party, actually,” Nanako explained to the friendly man. 

The kind man at the counter couldn’t have been much older than yourself. He probably had a normal life. Went to university, had a stable group of friends. Didn’t become a fugitive at the ripe age of 19…

Mimiko’s insistent tugging on your purse is what dragged your mind away from such thoughts. 

“Mama, you have to pay,” Mimiko reminded you, her tugging only stopping when you responded.

“Oh, sorry, let me grab my card.” You reached into your wallet, grabbing for the hefty black card hidden inside. 

You handed the cashier the card with two hands, nodding your head in apology for the wait. 

He simply smiled at you, and took the card from your hands. 

“Would you like a bag?” He glanced down at your protruding belly and reconsidered his offer. “Actually, I can help you ladies carry the snacks to the beach if you would like. It’s not far, and I go on break in a minute,” the cashier offered.

��That would be so wonderful and helpful! Thank you,” You bowed your head in appreciation.

“It’s the least I could do,” the man responded. 

So, you took the girls by the hands again and led them out of the store, the man trailing behind you with your snacks. 

After walking through a small clearing of trees, the four of you made it to the beachfront. You settled down in front of a tree, so that you would have the support of the bark against you tired, aching back. The cashier then set the bag of food down next to you. 

“Thank you so much again, sir. What is your name by the way? I never asked, I apologize.”

“You can call me Heibara,” he responded. 

Like Haibara, you thought. 

Haibara was such a sweet boy, much like the cashier helping you out. You hadn’t thought about him in a good minute. 

“Thank you, Haibara-san. My name is Geto-san, and these two are my daughters,” you beamed at the girls, who had started building a sand castle and were immediately arguing over who was going to be the princess. 

“Daughters? I thought they were your little sisters!” He joked. You let out a small laugh, feeling at ease talking to someone so, normal. 

“Well, enjoy your beach day with your girls,” Heibara responded. 

“You enjoy your day too! Your kindness has made my week. Thank you, Heibara-san.” 

You bowed again as he left. 

You sat in the lukewarm sand as the girls continued to play and laugh, relishing in the small bit of freedom you afforded yourself. 

You felt like a normal mother with her normal daughters. You absentmindedly rubbed your bump, letting out a peaceful sigh. This was how you wanted to live your life and raise your family. 

About an hour or so of this heavenly normalcy passed before Heibara returned. 

“Hey!” He yelled from the thick canopy of trees. “You forgot your credit card! I totally forgot to give it t-“

Your peace was short lived as a curse shot out from behind the poor cashier, decapitating him in an instant. 

Your first instinct was to gather the girls and run, but something stopped you from this fight or flight response.

Your fiancé’s gojo-kesa flowed in the back of where the decapitated man once stood. 

Suguru ran towards you, relief flashing over his face. He pulled you in for a hug as he spoke. You didn’t hug him back. 

“Doll, thank goodness, I thought I was going to lose you agai-“ 

“Suguru. What the actual fuck.” 

The last time you had seen someone killed, point-blank in front of you, you were 16 years old. And you were standing in front of Reiko Amanai. 

You clutched your stomach protectively, backing up from Suguru. 

You knew what he did to put food on your table and a roof over your head. You knew what he did to his followers if they disobeyed. You didn’t need to see his actions to believe that it was happening.

Yet, you didn’t put two and two together until that moment. 

Suguru was a murderer. But he didn’t just kill Heibara. He had brutally ended the lives of hundreds of people at this point. 

Whether it was deserved or not, Suguru had still taken those lives away.  

“What?” Suguru looked so genuinely confused. 

The girls ran from their sandcastle, excited to see their father figure.

“Papa!!!” Nanako shouted. 

“Hi girls!! Did you have fun with Mama today?” 

“Yes, so much!” Mimiko answered. 

“I think it’s time to go home. Don’t you Suguru? Girls, please go pick up your toys, maybe there will be some extra ice cream after dinner tonight,” you put on the fakest smile you could muster. 

“Whoever picks up more stuff doesn't have to do chores tonight,” Suguru added.

“Out of my way Mimi,” Nanako ran to the spot they were playing at.

You turned to your fiancé, face grim and full of anger.

“You have 2 minutes to explain what the fuck just happened, Suguru.” 

“What happened with me, darling? You are 36 and a half weeks pregnant. You can barely walk down the stairs without help. What do you think you were doing, bringing the girls out here by yourself?”

“You just killed an innocent man. For no reason. In front of your children.” 

“They didn’t even see. Besides, I had a curse devour the remnants,” he responded, as if it would make the situation any better. 

“I don’t want to talk about this in front of the girls. Take us home. We’ll talk there,” you finished as the twins came rushing up to you, their hands full of toys.

“MAMA I PICKED UP MORE TOYS THAN NANA,” Mimiko squealed with delight. 

“Since you girls picked up so many toys, I don’t think either of you need to help with dishes tonight! Great job!” Suguru beamed at the girls. 

“Yeah! We’re gonna go home and eat dinner now.” You added, still out of it. 

The four of you boarded that same pink curse you used for transportation. If you were a typical family, in another life, perhaps that curse would have been traded for a minivan. 

“Don’t think we’re done talking,” you whispered in Suguru’s ear. 

Once you got home, you ushered the girls upstairs into your room to let them watch a movie while you and Suguru made dinner. 

You breaded the chicken, as Suguru set up the rice cooker and started to wash the white grains. 

Silently, you popped the chicken in the oven to cook just as Suguru finished with the rice.

The tension between you two was so thick, you weren’t even sure a cursed tool would cut through it. 

Finally, Suguru broke the silence. 

“Y/N.” Suguru spoke sternly. He hadn’t ever taken this tone with you before. 

“Wh-What if something had happened? What if that man was a non-sorcerer combatant? You know about Toji Zen’in. You know about Q and the Star Religious Group. How could you be so careless?” 

“But what if he wasn’t Suguru. You had NO proof and NO right. You had no right to take his life. He was kind to me and the girls. He helped me carry things because I’m pregnan-“ 

“Or because you’re vulnerab-“

“Let me finish my thought. What if he had a family? I think I left my card at the store. Does no good deed go unpunished? I understand that you kill when there is a point, but WHAT was the point of that?” 

“The point, darling, was that he was a non-sorcerer monkey who got too close to you. He could have been a real threat. What if I had come there and found the three of you dead like Amanai.” 

“YOU ARE OUT OF LINE,”

“AND YOU ARE NOT USING LOGIC. Did you forget that your own brother turned on you? You can’t trust anyone.” 

“Suguru. He’s seven. He had NO choice.” 

Your eyes met his. The normal soft, lilac of his eyes was nowhere to be seen. At first glance, they were a more sinister purple. But you knew him better than that. 

He was afraid. 

“I don’t even know who you are anymore, Suguru. I turn a blind eye to what you do with your followers because you say it has a point. And I trusted you to keep us safe. But this fear has driven you mad.” 

“What fear?” 

“Your fear of losing me like you lost Amanai, and Haibara, and even Shoko and Gojo’s friendship.” 

Silence. 

“How many people did you kill in that village Suguru?” You never actually asked him. You had just assumed he had killed the man and woman holding the twins hostage in that horrible house. 

“I- how is that relevant right now?” 

“You know exactly why it is relevant, Geto Suguru. Or is that even who you are anymore?” 

“Y/N. This is the only way I can keep you safe. A world free of non-sorcerers. So our daughter can grow up in a world better than the one we did.”

“But how exactly will the world be better if you killed people to get there?” 

“Please, love. I just need to keep you safe. I can’t. I can’t lose you too. I can’t. I feel like I’m losing you here. My Eurydice. I’ve become Orpheus, following you. Help me. Please.” 

Your usually unshakable, charming fiancé was reduced to a puddle, weeping into your arms. He stood and cried into your shoulder for a good five minutes before calming down enough to explain more.

“I killed 112 people. I started with the ones that hurt Mimiko and Nanako the most. Then I moved to the bystanders, which just happened to be the rest of the village. I remember every single one of their names. How could you knowingly let a child, much less two, suffer the way they did?” 

You took a deep breath as tears filled your eyes.

The scary thing was that you still loved him so very much. 

“Please say something, love,” Suguru pleaded.

“I honestly don’t even know what to say.” 

“Anything. Yell at me again, or tell me to fuck off. Something.”

“I would never use those words towards you, Suguru. You are the love of my life. I’m sorry I raised my voice. This is just…”

A lot, you thought. 

More silence.

“I love you so much, Suguru. I don’t think any part of me can ever stop loving you. But, I’m scared. I don’t know if I’m scared for or of you,” you explained, not meeting his violet eyes. 

“I would never, ever intentionally hurt or lay a finger on you, love. But I also understand why you would be scared of a monster like me.”

For a moment, all you saw was that scared shitless, 16-year-old boy who was used for nothing more than his abilities. Who tried so hard to be a friend to others. The strongest, who protected the weak. Suguru who always put on a confident, charming face to the outside world, but you knew him better than that. Your run in with Toji Zen’in really messed with both of your minds.

“I’ve become the monsters I consume.” 

“You had no other choice. So many of the things in our lives we did not get to choose. We didn’t choose to become weapons for a power-hungry conglomerate. We didn’t choose to watch the pointless cycle of suffering that is the Jujutsu world. We did what we had to do to survive. For both of us, for our future. The one choice I have made that I will always stick by is you. I will always stand by you. I will always love you. And I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you’re just someone who cares so deeply for his family. Does saving two little girls from an abusive situation and then raising and loving them like your own sound like something a monster would do? No. No it does not. The world is not and does not have to be black and white, Suguru.” 

You pressed your forehead to his as you took a few deep breaths together. 

Eventually, Suguru pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

You stayed like that for a moment, locked in each other's embrace. It felt warm. It felt like home. 

A small fluttering feeling sparked to life in your stomach, and you immediately grabbed Suguru’s hand and placed it there.

You stared into each other’s eyes and smiled. Suguru’s eyes lingered in yours longer than the baby’s kicks lasted. 

“Suguru, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. You’re just so… wise. And intelligent. And kind. And beautiful,” he stated, matter-of-factly. 

“It’s only because I’m so in love with you,” you teased, a smirk on your face. 

“No,” he chuckled, “It’s only because I’m so in love with you,” he joked back. 

“So,” you began, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Your love for me has blinded you?” 

“That’s not exactly what I meant,” responded Suguru, smiling and playfully rolling his eyes. 

“But it’s probably true,” you giggled as Suguru began to slowly kiss down your neck.“Then what do you mean?” Suguru lifted you up and placed you on the counter, as if you were as delicate as a butterfly wing. 

“Let me show you. Let me show you how much I love you” 

“Suguru, we can’t - the girls-“

He shushed you with a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“The girls are watching a movie. In all honesty, they’re probably passed out from today.”

“I’ll be fast…” he continued, his hands beginning to slide up your thighs. 

Gods, he’s so persistent. 

“Suguru, be so honest with yourself right now. Your insatiable sexual appetite cannot be sated by one mere quickie.”

“It’s not my sexual appetite I’m concerned with. I��ll get just as much pleasure from eating you out as I would being inside of you. I just wanna make you feel good, doll.”

His fingers ventured further, ghosting over your now drenched pussy. 

His face was less than an inch away from yours, sweet, hot breath fanning your face. 

The hands you were using to hold yourself upright on the counter, suddenly wrapping themselves in inky hair, pulling Suguru closer to you. 

When he kissed you, it was messy, but full of passion. 

“Please, baby,” he whispered as both of your breaths picked up in pace.  

Your core burned with need. It was borderline painful. 

“You’ve left me with such a problem now, Suguru. You better take care of it,” you slurred. 

“Yes, love.” 

Suguru obediently complied with your demand, bunching up the long skirt of your dress to your hips, revealing your large bump and comfy panties. Your underwear was one you frequently used to wear when you were on your period. They were cotton hipsters, decorated with cherries and a little bow on top. 

“Sorry I dressed for comfort, not you eating me out,” you joked, making fun of yourself before Suguru had the chance to. 

“Why are you embarrassed about that? I think they’re adorable.”

He kissed you again, slowly making his way from your mouth, to your jaw, to your tummy. 

“I love this sweet belly,” Suguru smiled into your stomach before inching lower, towards your cherry covered panties. 

He mouthed over your warmth, pressing open mouthed kisses to the wet patch that had dispersed throughout the material.

You let out a soft moan, unashamed of how sensitive your pussy had become. 

Then, Suguru bit on the top of the underwear, right where the little bow was. He slowly pulled your panties down with his teeth, nose skimming over your clit as he continued downward. You jumped in pleasure, covering your mouth with one of your hands as not to frighten the girls. 

“Good boy, Sugu,” you’d never taken charge like that before, using more dominant language.

Apparently, you needed to do it more often, because Suguru let a deep moan escape from the depths of his chest, resulting in a vibrating sensation around your mound. He licked a long stripe from your core to your clit, circling around the numb a few times before diving into the area around your folds. 

“Ah- Sugu- So good,” you moaned, giving into the pleasure. 

Lewd sucks and squelches were left in Suguru’s wake, his face quickly becoming covered in your essence. 

Slowly, a finger entered your weeping hole. You clenched greedily around it, glad to be fed something to help satisfy the hunger of your desire. 

He slowly started rocking his finger back and forth, pistoning in and out of your pussy. You felt every callous, every knotty joint and muscle as he filled you. Soon, one finger became two, and he started scissoring you open, all while his mouth stayed glued to your clit. 

The pleasure was immense. Suguru’s pleasure seemed to be immense as well. The man was so full of want and desire that he started rocking his hips into the cabinets just to get some friction. 

“Feel so- so good baby. Just like that, I got you,” Suguru moaned after a particularly hard thrust into the cabinet. “Love, you look so good like this. All spread out above me,” he slurred through half lidded eyes. His legs were tense, body visibly shaking. All the tell-tale signs that an orgasam was approaching. That, and the fact that there was a dark stain accompanying the erection in his pants. 

You reached down to his hair again, pulling on it so that he would be forced to look into your eyes. 

“Suguru, are you going to cum?” 

“Yes, doll,” he bit his lip and whined.

“You don’t get to c-cum until I do,” you stated, feeling your own climax approaching. 

His fingers dove into your pussy again, this time landing on the little spongy spot inside that had you seeing stars. Suguru also continued to swirl his tongue and mouth around your clit as if your life depended on it. 

“Cu-“ you didn’t even get the entire word out as your release coarsed through your body. You felt like you were flying, all of that tension and built up stress leaving your body as you came down from your high. 

Suguru followed not very long after, cumming in his pants. He then shakily stood up and half collapsed in your arms, half against the cabinet again. He gently placed his head on your swollen belly. 

You kissed his forehead, wiping away the sweat with your sleeve. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

As a response, you pulled him into a sweet kiss. You could still taste yourself on his tongue. 

 “I love you more, Suguru.” 

“I love you most. I’d end the world for you.” 

You stared at each other for a moment, just basking in each other’s presence, and the afterglow of sex. 

Then, your tummy started to complain with growling noises.

“Dinner should be ready in 5. Why don’t you go get the girls? I’ll freshen up,” Suguru suggested, matter of fact. 

“Okay. I love you,” and with that, you placed a kiss on his still moist cheek before carefully walking up the stairs, cupping your belly as you walked. Suguru stood there like an idiot, as if he were dumbstruck by the fact that you actually existed. 

The sound of his cell phone ringing pulled Suguru out of his trance. 

He flipped open the phone. No caller ID. Weird. 

He didn’t recognize the number on the tiny, pixelated screen. 

Slowly, he pulled it up to his ear to answer. 

“Hello,” he said. 

“Suguru?” A voice called from the other line. 

A voice he would know anywhere. 

“Satoru?” 

… 

end of part II 

dividers by @bunnysrph

[yourmomni]

A/n: Hey yall🤠so I finished the request the writers block and sesamal depression had me in a choke hold but I'm back. I only did the hyung line so bear with me love you

Sitting On Their Lap

Heeseung

Heesung immediately feels offended at how you basically call him weak

Well you only said no to sitting on his lap but it's the same thing

" do you not love me anymore is that what it is"

Hes pouty for the rest of the day until he finally gets a chance to grabbed you buy surprise and put.you on his lap

" HEESEUNG STOP IM GOING TO HURT YOU"

Goes in one ear and out the other

He's so proud of himself that he finally got his beautiful girl to sit on his lap

And when you finally stop thrashing around d he tells you how much he loves you and wishes you wouldn't feel Insecure about things such as your weigh

" I'll love you no matter what, we're in this together baby"

But you did scold him for giving you a heart attack which he apologized for in neck kisses

NOW your always getting pulled onto his lap

Doesn't matter when or where

While he's on the phone LAP

watching TV LAP

eating dinner LAP

He's addicted to your body and he'll always try to find a way to be close to you

JAY

Similar to hessueng Jay has been trying for weeks to get you to sit on his lap but nothing has worked

He's even has going as far as sliding to wherever your going to sit so you can land on his thigh but your always fast at catching yourself

He's over it

" Babe come on just one time "

You shake you head no repeating what you always say when he ask

" I'm not light enough for us to be able to do that"

It was pissing him off

But he thought of a plan

Jake was having a cookout at his house and you 2 were sitting outside well Jay was you were standing beside him.

" babe come sit down it's hot and you've been standing for almost an hour

Jay was smirking to himself looking around d at all of the lawn chairs being occupied by guest

You groaned " theirs no more seats."

Of Course Jay knew that

" Well their is one more seat actually"

He smiles at you glancing at his thighs

You bit the inside of your cheek

You were really tired of standing, you knew what he was doing

But you took the bait anyway

"Fine but don't say I didn't warn you earlier."

He smiled brightly as you sat down on his lap

He rubbed your side thanking you for finally trusting him

Jay was silent the whole time you were sitting down and you began to get nervous.

" Am i hurting you? I'll move if I am."

Jay shook his head quickly

" No your not hurting me baby I can stay like this forever" He kissed your cheek

Sunghoon

Sunghoon is more understanding when it comes to you not wanting to sit on his lap

He doesn't bug you or force you but that being said it doesn't mean he doesn't want you to sit oh his lap

He's dreamed about it since you guys started dating

You being so close and him holding you tight gently rubbing your thigh

But he's too scared to ask

He know how your super sensitive when it comes to your image about your body but sung hoon could care less on what you look like

He's playing with the hole in his jeans as he's watching you talk to your friends. He so badly wants to call you over just so he can be around you but doesn't want to seem needy or interrupt you

His heart basically jumps out of his chest when he sees you wave by and speed walk to him. He smiles brightly at you asking if you were okay and you nod, placing yourself on his lap. Sungoon goes stiff and doesn't know how to react but quickly regroups and pulls you close. He doesn't know you did it because your “friend” was talking about how handsome he was. But hey atlesst he got what he wanted in the end.

Jake

Now jake loves physical contact

He loves the kiss and the hugs

And lets not forget how much he loves it when you hold hands

You both enjoy it

So why the fuck will you not sit on his lap

Hes tried on multiple occasion but nada

You either run away from him or ignore when he ask

Jake has to figure out what's going on

You walked into your house to see your boyfriend sitting in a chair facing the door with his legs spread and his hands touching each other. “ when did you get here.” you giggle at his stance but Jake is stone faced. “ don't worry about that, where have you been.” you sit the grocery bags down and walk over to him” i went to the store is that a crime detective sim” you turn the lamp off he has shining on you and kiss his cheek. “ i was thinking of making dinner and calling you over but it seems like you're already here.” you remove your coat laying it on the back of the couch. Jake stood up “ why won't you sit on my lap.” you jumped at the question catching you off guard. “ w-what.” you were now facing him. “ I noticed you always ignore me when I ask you or you just brush it off so what is it? Do you not feel comfortable enough with me to do that?” you bit the inside of your cheek trying to figure out what you were going to say. “ Its not you jake?” he sighed “ oh thank god “ he fell back into the chair. “ its me.” he raised his eyebrow. “What about you? '' you rolled your eyes. “ jake come on look at me, im not the lightest person in the world.” it took jake a minute to understand what you meant by that. “ Baby I don't care about that you know I don't care.” You crossed your arms “ but I do and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” Jake rolled his eyes pulling you on his lap causing you to yelp. You tried to get up but he wouldn't budge.

After that you started to become more compatible to sit on his lap

And jake made you sit on his lap everywhere

Hanging out with the boys

While your watching a movie on the couch

Even during dinner sometimes

[trashytoastboi]

Seven Days of Sin Event

~Angst Alphabet Shorts part 2~

> Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Diavolo

E: Emotion: What emotions do they tend to push away the most?

👑 He hides most of his honest emotions. If he’s angry his face is unchanging, if he’s upset, his face is unchanging, if he’s hurting, his face is unchanged. Diavolo has to bury a lot of his feelings and it’s gotten to a point where he sometimes forgets how to feel things properly. He’d feel discontent, something uncomfortable and gnawing inside him and he would ignore it. It’s not a necessary emotion, he’d push it aside. He’s confessed that he’s lost touch with himself and can’t identify his own emotions anymore. 

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

👑 No one would know. It would be a closely guarded secret and even if he felt like he was about to keel over from the pain. He’d have to grit and bear it. Pretending everything is fine, and normal. If you found out, he’d tell you to act like nothing is wrong. Wouldn’t even let you help him. Accepting your help is accepting that he can’t handle it alone.  

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge

👑 Diavolo would want to. He truly would, if something drove him to that point. But his actions sway the Devildom even if they’re personal. He couldn’t allow a personal grudge to dictate his actions and turn him into a tyrant who abuses his station. He would punish them according to the law. Hoping for some justice because that's all he can do. For a role that has so much power it came with so many restrictions that kept him bound. 

Barbatos

A: Accident: Would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?

🫖 Barb wouldn’t blame himself- because he knows he can do something to go back and prevent it. He refuses to let something happen to you. For something so meaningless to take your life. He won’t accept it. Barbatos would be too busy getting you back, preventing it. He wouldn’t tell you why, or the reality of what happened. He’d just make sure to keep you close, away from the accident until it’s come to pass. 

U: Urge: How badly do they get the urge to see you after separating?

🫖 Barbatos would feel the tugging in his heart strings but would ignore it. Claiming that he has his responsibilities here, and shouldn’t be distracted by other things. Not even an overwhelming urge to see you. He’d make small slip ups, things that not many people would notice unless they really knew Barb. His thoughts keep pushing you to the forefront and he’d take a moment to send you a very heartfelt message from his D.D.D

X: X-Ray: What makes them transparent? How obvious could they get around something they hate? 

🫖 If you’ve seen Barbatos around Solomon. You’d know it’s obvious when he’s around things he hates, rats for example. When it comes to things he has a very strong dislike for it’s not something he can hide easily and it’s easily noticeable in his face and disposition what his stance on something is. 

Solomon

D: Death: How do they deal with any death?

🔮 He’s friendly with grief. They’re close acquaintances at this point. It’s become something so familiar Solomon isn’t so swayed by it. He’s said goodbye to so many people, those who met the ends of their natural life spans while Solomon was besides them. It hurts, although so familiar that it doesn’t drive him to tears like it used to. He’s even a slight bit envy towards those who've passed while he stays in his state of permanence. 

H: H-Humiliation, How could they be humiliated?

🔮 People who bring up his past transgressions. Forever is a long time, and wisdom is a lifelong journey. In the height of his folly and ambition Solomon did make mistakes, mistakes that he has owned up to and sought redemption for. He’s tried to make things right and some have forgiven him, others have not and swear they never will. He’s tried to make his peace and he knows that, but for people who bring up the worst parts of him in the worst times…Especially to you, it’s humiliating. Because he never wanted you to know him that way. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🔮 He’s gotten to the point of accepting defeat and the fact that he can’t alter things that have happened. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Solomon has so many things he wishes he could take back. One of the darker wishes is becoming immortal. He regards it as his greatest mistake at times.  

Simeon

H: Humiliation, How could they be humiliated?

🖋️ His failure to protect those who were close to him. It’s humiliating to have his failure thrown in his face and laid bare for everyone to see and judge him. Simeon knows, he’s the one most aware of that failure. Having others highlight it makes it sting painfully or when they chastise him for it. Raphael with his sharp tongue has an uncanny way of going for the throat and his words can make Simeon feel deeply shamed and humiliated with mentions of Simeon in the past. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🖋️ He regretted for the longest time not being able to persuade the brothers, not to convince them to stop. He sometimes thinks his silence and idleness contributed to the celestial war. It’s a big and heavy thing to blame himself for. He wishes he could go back and wish for a different outcome. One that didn’t result in such a split. 

P: Pressure: What stresses them to the breaking point?

🖋️ His inability to ask for help and take on too many tasks. Simeon takes on too many things at a single time, he’s always more than happy to help but the result is that he’s taking on tasks from everyone and spreading himself thin amongst all those tasks. Simeon won’t tell them it’s overwhelming or ask for any help and it gets to the point when he feels like he’s going to break down because he can’t keep up. 

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[acourtofmarvels]

Surprise - Cassian

Warnings: none really, cute fluff. mentions of sex n stuff lol

Word count: 694

"Does it hurt?" I asked sheepishly. I felt so guilty. And a little bit proud of myself, but don't tell Cassian that.

He groaned in response. I could tell he was trying not to blow up on me. I hit him pretty hard.

"I'm sorry, baby." I sat beside him on the bed. I took the ice from his hand and held it onto his head myself. "At least you don't have a concussion."

"At least we know training is working. You got me good." He tried to smile at me but only winced in the process.

"You startled me! I wasn't expecting anyone to be at the house." And I smashed a bottle of wine over his head. It wasn't a small bottle either.

Rhys told me they were gonna be gone all day and most likely wouldn't get back tomorrow. Rhys always informs me when they are on their way home, then I can expect Cassian to come and see me.

"I expect a blowjob after this." Even in pain he's horny and inappropriate. I honestly shouldn't be surprised he said that.

Cassian was... unexpected for me. This thing between us happened one night and never stopped. At some point it was just a fling, then we said we were exclusive. Next thing I know we're all in and dating. 

Our relationship never should have happened. We had a one night stand on a drunken holiday. And the next morning we slept with each other again. Cassian never did relationships. He was a go with the flow kind of guy and always said he never had the time for it.

I was just wanting sex. No strings and the kind that made your legs weak afterwards. Cassian exceeded expectations. We've been friends for so long now and I've heard from other girls I know whom he's slept with, that he's great in bed. Don't tell him this cause it will just boost his massive ego, but he's the best I've ever had.

"I feel like I should get an award for my marvelously teaching. I think I taught you too well." He groaned and layed back on the bed, taking the ice with him. "Cauldron boil me, I can't believe you got the drop on me like that. You're lucky I love you, babe. If any other person had done this to me-"

"You love me?" I blurt out, my eyes wide.

Cassian halts mid-sentence. He looked genuinely confused as if he had no clue what I just questioned. But he said it. I heard it loud and clear. I think my heart nearly stopped beating when he said it. He said he loved me.

"You just said it." I was fighting the urge to smile. Cause what if he didn't mean it? What if the hit had really messed him up. Oh shit did I rattle his brain with that wine bottle?

"I..." He cleared his throat, slowly bringing the ice down from his head to look at me. "Well, damn. I guess I did."

My heart is racing. He didn't deny it, yet. 

"D-did you mean it?" I had to ask. I would give him the way out if he needed it. This was serious for us. I mean, we didn't even want to be in a relationship at first, let alone fall in love.

A small smile crept up on his face. When he nods I feel immediately relieved. I moved over beside him, running my fingers through his hair like I always did. "Say it again." The words nearly came out as a beg.

He moaned and ran a hand down his face. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make me say it again. It's bad enough that I said it first. That's never happened before." His arrogant tone deserved a slap on the arm from me. But then I couldn't help but climb onto his lap and attack his face with kisses. His body shakes under mine from laughing. 

"On a scale from one to ten how badly does your head really hurt? Because I don't know if you know this about me but, emotional intimacy really turns me on. And you just told me you loved me, and I sure as hell am completely head over heels in love with you. And I think we should have sex right now."

His gaze on me darkens, his hands grip my hips firmly. "Suddenly I feel a whole lot better." 

inspired by The Score by Elle Kennedy

Acotar Masterlist

[lolahaurisfw]

: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Fluff Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He loves that you accept him for who he is. You respect his work, his social boundaries, and you don't try to change him or force him out of his comfort zone.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Hips and waist! Thick or thin, he just loves holding onto yours hips, or putting his arms around your waist. 

Hugs from behind >>>

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Big spooning you, he loves to hold you like a teddy bear :)

Also loves it when you lay your head on his chest and hold him, or just fully lay on top of him. The pressure is calming.

The best cuddles are when it’s raining. He may love going out in the rain, but he loves cuddling in bed and listening to it hit the window more.

So he’d beg you to take the day off and be lazy with him, probably trying to persuade you with a cup of coco and your favorite sitcom.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Dancing in the rain with you… omg

Imagine meeting him in the Cindersap forest on a stormy morning.

He pulls you under a patch of trees, distant enough that the rain is still hitting you, but close enough that you aren't getting completely soaked.

He looks (down/up) at you, locking eyes and smiling, his cheeks getting a little pink.

He wraps an arm around your waist and brings your hand into an embrace with his free one. Lacing your fingers together at shoulder level, doing a classic ballroom dance.

You both spend some time just spinning around in the soaked grass, laughing and kissing each other like nothing in the world has ever existed besides the two of you. <3

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Very pessimistic and emotionally reserved at first. He'd let you know if he was upset and why, but he wouldn't really bother trying to talk it out or find a solution.

But the more serious your relationship became, he was willing to open up to you more, see things on the bright side sometimes, let you help him and be his shoulder to cry on.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I don't think he would, he'd rather focus on you.

And some occasional traveling.

Kids are stressful and cause a lot of anxiety, not something he'd ever find appealing.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Not his strong suit, or preferred love language, but he’s fine with it.

He’s a minimalist decorator, so for receiving gifts, i think he’d prefer food or items that don’t take a lot of space/have a good use.

Like clothes, video games, nail polish, eyeliner, decorations for his frog vivarium, etc...

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Holding your hand under the pillow while he big-spoons you! >>

He's more of a full on cuddler than just a hand-holder. But yeah, he loves to lace your fingers together while lying in bed.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Inside he's freaking out BAD and already feeling sick.

But on the outside, he tries to stay normal and calm so he doesn't worry you.

If you're really badly injured, he'll pick you up right away and bring you to Harvey.

Sits by the hospital bed the entire time and holds your hand. <3

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Def not a prankster, I feel like Abi and Sam are the prankster types, so he's grown to be very annoyed with it lol.

He has a more sarcastic, quick wit sense of humor.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Neck kisses!! He thinks they're really hot, and likes seeing you get flustered by them.

Cheek and lip kisses tie for second. Cute n sweet.

Bunny kisses!!! omg!

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Quality time and acts of service.

Quality time may not sound right because he always talks about how he likes a lot of alone time. But that's exactly why I think it is one of his major love languages.

You two have a deep, special, unique connection. And that translates to him actually wanting to spend lots of time with you, unlike his friends and family.

And acts of service just because it feels like the opposite of words of affirmation (showing vs telling).

And since he's def not much of a talker, he likes to tell you he loves you with actions.

Like: feeding the pets, cleaning up around the house & farm while your gone, grocery shopping or cooking when you're too busy, etc...

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The night you met him on the dock while it was raining.

It's an uneventful memory, but it was the day his feelings for you were solidified.

He loves looking back on how intimate the moment was, just talking and joking and getting to know each other more.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Waking up to divorce papers on the table...

I think it would (obviously) completely destroy him, make him lose any hope on love, leaving the valley, moving from his family...

The last thing he'd ever want to do is to go back to being a depressed introvert who lives in his mothers basement.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

His frog obsession, ofc. 

Totally rambles about frogs and general amphibian facts.

Super cute though.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Babe, baby, beautiful, ducky, bunny. 

Tadpole (tell me i’m wrong).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Sitting in his lap while he works! >>

Being lazy around the house and just cuddling n talking to each other.

He LOVES listening to you talk.

His favorite thing though: rides out of town on his motorcycle. Maybe having a picnic on the cliff once you get there!

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Молчат Дома - Клетка

Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse 

Cage The Elephant - Come A Little Closer

Galaxie 500 - Strange

Heavy on Молчат Дома tho. If he were 18-25 in the 2020's, he'd soo be a Russian doomer music enjoyer.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Completely open, I don't think he'd really have any secrets anyway?

He trusts you completely.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

That completely depends on you. He would genuinely be too nervous to ever tell you if he had a crush on you.

He’d drop hints, and you could probably easily tell by his body language and attitude change when you’re around, but he’d never be too bold or say it outright just incase you didn’t like him. 

Kinda unrelated but your dynamic would def be “you fell first, he fell harder.”

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

A little awkward at first, but he tries his best. He gets better at knowing how to comfort you the longer you’re together. 

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

His programming talents! He loves telling you about it.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He's a little nervous about you going in the mines and fighting, but he trusts that you know what you're doing.

He probably wouldn't fight with you though. (unless it was to save you ofc)

He just doesn't have it in him to kill something.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Actually very well.

Since he's more a listener and observer, he's obviously picked up quickly on how to read you.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Absolutely takes you to the cliff where you shared your first kiss.

Takes you completely by surprise too, drops exactly 0 hints beforehand that he was about to propose.

Definitely cries when you say yes ahhhh!!

Picks you up and spins you around while kissing you all over.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Night walks, watching his frogs in their vivarium, running errands in the morning, a cigarette after a stressful day, Friday nights at the saloon with Sam & Abi, listening to the radio while he works, sitting alone at the end of the dock, motorcycle rides, daydreaming before bed, morning showers with you, cuddling while a record or tv show plays in the background.

[electrikworm]

Aches and Pains

Relationships: Echo & Wrecker

Content Warnings: beside some self-deprecation, this doesn't really need warnings.

Summary:

Wrecker wakes up to his chronic pain flaring up badly. Echo, who's taking a day off on Pabu, forces Wrecker to do the same.

Written for @augustofwhump Day 5: Ache

I only noticed halfway through writing this that Echo wouldn't be on Pabu at the time, so lets all just pretend it makes sense for him to be there, taking a day off.

Word count: 1,627

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Over the years, Wrecker's learnt to tell what kind of day it's going to be just by waking up. When he opens his eyes and is hit with the realization that he can barely sit up, he knows it's bad, that his body isn't going to play along today. Wrecker has to roll onto his side to get up, relying on his arms to carry his weight. He still doesn't manage to do so without sending a sharp spike of pain down his spine. Wrecker just sits there a moment, not wanting to stand up. His hips ache just as bad as his back. They thankfully haven't got a job planned, but Wrecker had hoped to help out with Pabu's rebuilding. He can't imaging being much help, though he might be able to force some useful work out of his body. White-knuckled grip on the rack above the one he was on, Wrecker gets himself upright. One hand rubbing at his lower back, the other pinching his hip, Wrecker looks for his vode. None of them are still asleep, so Wrecker's up late. Guilt settles heavily in his stomach.

Wrecker rubs a hand across his face. Maybe once he's got some caffeine in himself he'll be able to function better. He fills himself a mug of caff from the pot his brothers must have made.

They almost never have fresh milk, but usually, they stock the dehydrated kind. They ran out a while ago and still haven't come around to buying more. It's not that Wrecker minds black caff, he's just never in the mood for it when he already feels bad. Shep might have milk, dehydrated or fresh, but Wrecker isn't walking that many flights of stairs for it.

Instead, he just puts far too much sugar in his cup. If Crosshair were here, he'd make a stupid joke about it. But he isn't. That thought makes Wrecker frown, so he drops another spoonful of sugar in his caff. If the caffeine doesn't lift his mood, maybe the sugar will.

Descending the steps out of the Marauder wreaks havoc on Wrecker's knees, additionally sending shock waves of pain up his spine. Wrecker feels miserable, weak. He hasn't had a day this bad in ages, not without putting strain on his body to land it in such a state.

Across the plaza, Wrecker spots Echo sitting by the central tree. Echo waves, so Wrecker changes course to join him. Wrecker tries to speed up his pace, not wanting to show off exactly how worn he feels.

Taking longer than Wrecker would have liked, he sits down next to his older brother. It hurts his knees to do so and Wrecker isn't sure if he'll be able to get back up, but sitting is a whole lot better than standing.

“Morning.” Wrecker mumbles, taking a sip of his too sweet caff. Echo nods. He has a mug in his hand too. “Sleep alright?”

Echo shrugs. “Could have been better.” He cracks his neck, stretching his limbs. “You?”

“I'm fine.” Wrecker musters a smile. He isn't going to bother Echo with his problems, though he's done so before. Certain similarities can be drawn between them, both bearing large scars, having hearing issues and reoccurring aches and pains.

But Wrecker always feels guilty for comparing himself to Echo, for complaining about his own issues to the ARC. Echo's been through hell and back, been a prisoner of war, tortured and used by the Techno Union. And despite all that, Echo still manages to keep going. If anyone's earned the right to complain, it's Echo.

Wrecker shouldn't be complaining to him. Wrecker hasn't lost limbs, or been held captive by the enemy for months. Wrecker has it easy, but still manages to be useless time and time again.

Not today though, Wrecker's not going to let anyone down.

“You sure?” Echo ask, placing his cup down to put his hand on Wrecker's shoulder. “You look a little rough.”

Wrecker stops himself from glaring at his brother. It's not Echo's fault he's in an awful mood and even worse at hiding it. Wrecker's teeth grind against each other as he clenches his jaw.

“I'm fine.”

Wrecker can feel Echo giving him a suspicious side eye without having to look at him. “If you say so.”

Taking a big sip from his caff, Wrecker gets a mouthful of undissolved sugar. He thought he stirred it well enough, but he'd failed even that.

“What're you drinking?” Omega's voice makes Wrecker jump. He hadn't even noticed her walking over.

“Caff, want some?” He holds the cup out to her, managing a rather convincing grin. He can tell Echo's about to tell him off for offering Omega a caffeinated beverage, but the blond clone shakes her head before Echo can speak. Wrecker wouldn't have offered if he didn't know Omega would refuse. Tech told them something about caffeine stunting growth.

“Will you come to the docks with me?” Omega beams.

“Sorry Omega, I slept badly. Maybe later.” Echo smiles.

At Echo's answer, Omega's eyes turn to Wrecker, waiting for his answer next.

“I...” Wrecker should just push himself and go with her. He wants to go with her. But trying to stand sends a sharp pain through his knees, making them give out. “I can't. Don't feel too good.”

It hurts to admit that out loud, especially since he's letting Omega down. Wrecker can't make himself look at her, not wanting to see disappointment on her face.

“Okay.” She says, voice neutral. “Are you in pain? Do you need me to get you something?” She leans down so Wrecker has to look at her. Her eyes are wide, eyebrows knitted together, but she doesn't look hurt by Wrecker letting her down.

“It's not that bad, 'mega.” Wrecker ruffles her hair, smiling weakly. It baffles him that she's not upset by Wrecker not putting even a minimal amount of effort into at least trying to go to the docks with her.

“You sure? I can get the medkit from the Marauder!” The way she's eagerly swaying on the spot and swinging her arms, Wrecker wouldn't be surprised if she'd already had caff.

“Don't worry about me. Go have fun!” Wrecker laughs.

Omega hesitates, than hugs both of them and sprints off.

Echo shakes his head, laughing, before turning to Wrecker. “So you won't be honest about your health to me, but you'll tell a child?”

Wrecker groans in annoyance. “It has nothing to do with honesty! And besides, it's not like I wanted to tell her.” His voice tapers off as he talks, looking at his hands intently.

“I know. You told her because you couldn't get up.” This time, Wrecker does glare at Echo. The ARC raises his scomp defensively, trying not to laugh. “I meant no offence.”

Wrecker knows that, but that does nothing to make the truth hurt less. He draws his aching knees to his chest, making his back feel so much worse. Staring into the bottom of his now almost empty cup, filled with grainy, sugary sludge, Wrecker takes a shaky breath.

He'd almost forgotten how much his worst pain days make him hate himself and his faulty body.

“The truth's already out, so you might as well take it easy.” Echo puts his hand on Wrecker's back carefully. Wrecker shakes his head. His ori'vod sighs.

“I can't.” Wrecker mumbles into his forearm.

“And why not?” Echo asks. “You're no longer part of an army, there's no mission to be completed right now. The repairs will keep going with or without you. No one will begrudge you a day off.”

“I can't be useless, Echo.” Wrecker places his cup on the floor so he can wrap his arms around himself.

“We're not living under threat of decommissioning any more, vod'ika.”

“Doesn't feel like it.” Wrecker sighs. “Every time I make a mistake or slow down or fail at what I was made for, it feels like someone's watching me. Like I'm being evaluated.”

Echo breaths deeply. “I won't waste both our time trying to convince you you're doing enough, nor do I know how to shake the fear of failure they drilled into us growing up, but I'm not taking no for an answer on you taking a break.”

“Didn't you say we should be doing more?” Wrecker huffs, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

“Not every day of you life, Wrecker. I want to fight for our brothers, but I'm human, so I need to rest sometimes.” Wrecker doubts Captain Rex is following that motto. “We can afford actual down time now.”

Wrecker opens his mouth to protest, but Echo cuts him off.

“Don't you dare say some osik like you don't deserve to rest.”

Wrecker doesn't try again, Echo having guessed his thoughts exactly.

“Just lay down, will you?” Echo says as he does exactly that, stretching himself out in the grass beneath the tree.

Not in the mood to argue, Wrecker complies. The sun shines through the tree's leaves, light blocked enough to be comfortable to look at directly. It's nice. The grass is oddly comfortable, and the temperature is pleasant. Wrecker's body is still killing him, but he feels a little less like he might cry any minute.

“Don't think your brothers are going to get off the hook either.” Echo warns. “They need to take a break too, even if their bodies haven't forced them to do so yet.”

Wrecker laughs. “They won't like that.”

“They'll just have to deal with it.” Echo counters. “We'll ask them to bring you some painkillers when they join us.”

“That's a good idea.” Wrecker says, closing his eyes and at least trying to enjoy the good weather whilst they wait.

[darkbluekies]

Okay but a darling who has a blood phobia? It comes often with the fear of needles/syringes so after reading your Dr. Kry OneShot of reader being scared of needles I thought about the phobia.

And here are my thoughts :D Hope you don't mind 💕🙈 i tried my best to make it as authentic as possible with all the yanderes!

Tw: mentions of blood, murder, maybe gaslighting/manipulation, phobia

Edmund would be the WORST and most likey cause the phobia rather it being a thing before meeting him lol. But I am not sure if the phobia alone would be enough for him to consider not to kill in front of his queen anymore. Maybe the ball massacre would be enough and only time, but since his nature is unpredictable, there is no guarantee. Although he grows worried when his queen gets her periods everytime...

Dr. Kry would even have a much. harder. time. when it comes to blood tests and the first appointment might be where he finds out about his darling's phobia. At this point would put darling to sleep whenever he needs to take a test

Or oh boy, when darling gets her period in the first month they spend at the hospital? He would come into the room to find a passed out darling on the bathroom floor. At first he is shocked until he saw that they had bled through, a pad under their hand, and quickly understands the situation. He would be even frustrated that from all the 3-4% of the population fearing blood, darling happens to be one of them. Before darling wakes up in bed, he already had sorted out everything.

After that he would absolutely keep track on their cyclus and warn them just in time. He might be even persistent to change the menstruation pads/tampons and even washing the clothes if they got dirty, so darling doesnt have to see it at all. Maybe he would consider doing a therapy if it's really bad, so darling would feel better and won't faint every time they could get badly hurt y'know. But if they feel too anxious and dizzy, they can call him anytime :)

I think it's obvious that he's my favourite *^*

Silas would notice that darling doesn't look at him at all when he comes back. They could smell the irony scent and are imagining the worst so they avoid looking at him at all costs. Only once, when Silas forces darling to look at him, they faint as soon as the speckels of blood appear in their vision and then he understands what's the matter after panicking for good 10 seconds

He would probably care enough afterwards to change his clothes and shower everytime before entering the bedroom after a bloody mission. The dirty clothes would be in the washing machine and out of it before darling comes with their laundry next. Better be safe than sorry again.

Hedwig would feel so bad and sooo worried man, haha /_\

I haven't read everything yet but I think she would find out about the phobia after cutting herself on paper by accident and asking for a band aid. Darling instantly sprints to the aid box and bring it to her. being all anxious but trying to remain calm which they fail to hide (Hedwig hasnt grasp of the matter yet and thinks they are worried about her and finds it even cute... at first👀) Only when darling turns around and sees the blood, instantly dropping on the floor and hell breaks loose lmfao.

Or, on a sleepover at her house where she kills an intruder/stalking classmate/whoever. Darling comes down bc they want to drink water, only too see a scene of their yandere girlfrind with a bloody knife. Instantly dropping on the ground. When waking up a hysterical Hedwig is all over them, questioning if what they saw was real and why on earth she was holding a bloody knife at 3am. Hedwig might have the luck that darling isn't sure of the body, which was lying on the ground, was real too and would gaslight darling in order to keep her facade up.

Jerry was the hardest to imagine imo. So I apologise beforehand.

I can imagine her being worried and trying not to expose their darling to blood as best as possible but I can also imagine her using it to her advantage to "play" with darling or forgetting sometimes that they can't see blood, coming home with some cuts and bruises and darling passing out. And Jerry be like: "Ah sh*t. I forgot."

Ahhh I hope you like what I had in mind! You absolutely made me go brainrot with your stories, they are all soo good \*~*/ i almost read everything by now heh~

If you like asks like this let us know. I would to love share more but I dont want to post them randomly in my feed ._.

They're your OCs afterall ❤ love each of them!

Have a wonderful day my dear! ♡♡♡

Aww I loved this so much!!! It is nice to be the reader for a change🥹🥹

I'm impressed that your visions fit with mine! The only thing I'd add is that I think that Jerry would try to get you over your phobia by ... uh ... exposure therapy :)

I really liked this, thank you so much♡♡

[ast4tarion]

Mike Schmidt - NSFW Alphabet

i Hope you simps like it :)

A - Aftercare

very much into affectionate aftercare, he praises how good of a job you did or thank yous for helping him get his stress out. he’s the first to get up and grab the two of you some water and a snack and changes the sheets for you (he often forgets about his stuff own aftercare and you remind him to lay down and let himself rest too)

B - Body Part

he’s a thighs man all the way. when you’re not having sex he loves to lay in your lap and use them as a pillow but oh boy when you are doing it he’s grabbing hard enough to leave bruises his hands roam but they’ll always come back to grabbing your thighs

C - Cum

very heavy cummer and embarrassed about it. he spurts very thick loads and leaks so much precum that you rarely need lube. he apologizes for how wet he gets your sheets or how much cum he coats you in but honestly? you can’t get enough of licking it off of him. god forbid he cums inside you because you will be leaking for hours

D - Dirty Secret

He’s not been with many people so he has trouble expressing his fantasies because he’s naturally a quiet guy but he wants to get behind you on the kitchen counter so badly. The walls are echo-y and Abby is often around so he hasn’t gotten the chance but the idea of you being pinned to the counter so close that all he can do is get deeper and deeper with each thrust makes him leak through his boxers

E - Experience

very inexperienced and nervous the first couple times. He’s stuck to himself for a long time so his partners can all be counted on one hand but he always observes and tries to learn quickly what works well when you get together

F - Favourite Position

reverse cowgirl because it puts him in the perfect position to grab your thighs hard and pull them apart, using the leverage he gets with easy access to your thighs/waist to pull you down onto his cock harder

G - Goofiness

he’s not necessarily cracking jokes but he lets his sarcasm and smiles slip through sometimes. he’ll try and hide his occasional giggle into your shoulder or the sheets but you always tease him and ask him what’s so funny which makes him smile more. you love his smile, and you like that you can make him smile during sex because it lets him be happy and physically/emotionally vulnerable

H - Hair

His body hair is fairly thick on his arms and chest and trails down into his pants too. he keeps it a bit trimmed, but it’s never bothered him to be a bit hairier down there

J - Jack Off

A little embarrassed about the topic at first because he dosent want to admit that he’s been jacking it thinking of you, but if you’re schedules have been conflicting and you haven’t been able to catch any alone time he’ll slide his hand into his pants and think about you grinding down on him every once in a while

L - Location

He likes the intimacy that the bedroom provides and unfortunately your options can be a bit limited unless Abby is at school but sometimes when he can’t help himself he needs you so badly he’ll pick you up from your place and drive about 5 minutes to the outskirts of town where it’s quiet and theirs really only the beginnings of roads and natural trails and you’ll touch each other up in the drivers seat

M - Motivation

he has a medium sex drive. it’s not constant and sometimes the two of you will go a couple weeks because the mood dosent particularly strike either of you but when he is horny? you’re definitely not getting any work or tasks done. it may not be often but when he is he can’t keep his hands off your waist or his mouth off your shoulders

N - No

his hard “no’s” are anything that would directly risk your safety or sensory deprivation. he won’t hit, scratch, or hurt you in any way past biting a bit when he gets carried away. he also dislikes anything to do with taking away his senses, he wants to be able to touch and see the whole of you

O - Oral

he’s more confidant in his fingers but knows how to work his tongue on you when needed. His favourite thing to do is spell your name with his tongue while he looks up at you the entire time and your eyes are locked. lots of tongue stamina, he’ll keep sucking and licking past your orgasm making you leak so much slick his mouth is absolutely covered when you’re done. on the receiving end oral makes him finish quick, the feeling of your hot tongue makes his hips buck hard and on occasion he’s apologized repeatedly for loosing control and bucking his cock down your throat on accident

P - Pace

he’s good with any pace though going slow kills him. if you take you’re sweet time licking base to tip he’ll be whimpering in seconds, asking you nicely to please take it in your mouth. even fucking you slow makes him a total mess because all he can think about is going fast and and hearing the filthy sounds your slick makes being pushed into you

Q - Quickies

While he dosent always have the self control to fuck you slow he does like taking his time with you. He likes to make sure he can kiss every part of you and get you really worked up before you do anything and unfortunately quickies don’t let him do that

R - Risk

he dosent like the feeling of being watched so not very into risky public sex. he’d also probably get arrested if he got one more misdemeanor. jails a bit of a turn off </3

T - Toy

he’s never personally used any toys on himself when you use a vibrator on his sensitive tip he’s gushing in seconds absolutely wrecked at the sensation of your fist stroking him at the same time as the buzzing and is fairly unfamiliar with the types but is open to trying some if that’s what you like

U - Unfair

way too much of an affectionate guy to tease you too much. if you’re particularly responsive to something he’ll grunt a “mm, looks like you like that, huh baby?” but he gets way more off to seeing you desperate for his praise

V - Volume

this is the one I’ve been the most excited to write—he’s an absolute whimperer. he’s such a quiet guy that it definitely translates into bed and at first he’s determined to be as quiet as possible but get him worked up enough and this man devolves into absolute breathy desperate whimpers. he’s at his loudest when he’s getting head, every suck or lick has him sucking in his breath and letting out the most filthy moans laced with your name. you love to do your worst when you both have to be quiet because Abby is in the next room over but he just can’t help the loud whimpers and the occasional beg for you his baby his sweetheart and you have to have him cover his mouth because he’s practically drooling when he tips his head back and moans

W - Wild Card

your especially proud of the time you made him cum untouched. in the drivers seat of his car and you were sitting in his lap facing him grinding on the length that was straining desperately against his jeans and you just kept grinding and whispering in his ear sucking on his jaw and neck and you decided to try something new and whisper “who’s my good boy?” into his ear and he immediately stopped kissing you; you stopped too to ask him if he was okay and when you looked down you saw the patch on the front of his pants that he was trying to cover with his hand you laughed and he got sooooo embarrassed and you promised him good head so he could properly cum next time

X - X-Ray

you definitely noticed the way that bulge sat in his jeans 👀 when he’d wear sweatpants youd catch a glimpse but the first time you saw it you were impressed. He’s a good seven inches with a pretty pink tip that matches the blush on his face

Y - Yearning

he’s very polite with how he asks if you want to have sex and he always asks. He definitely throws in a little tease here and there by touching your chest or sucking on your neck but he always asks something along the lines of “are you up for sex?” before taking it any further

Z - Sleepy

he has a hard time falling asleep in general so you’re usually the first one to go to bed after, but he definitely gets sleepy when he plays with your hair and his kisses get sloppier as the tiredness really sets into his bones