#bc I got work in the morning and I haven’t been getting enough sleep with inktober going on…

[sketchthetofu]

Day 31: Landmark

AND THATS A WRAP!!! I FRICKING DID IT!!! I FINISHED THE WHOLE MONTH, NOT MISSING A SINGLE DAY, EVERY PIECE BEING DIFFERENT AND FULLY FINISHED, TAKE THAT INKTOBER PROMPTS THAT WERE OUT TO GET ME AHAHAHAHA!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

But fr, I’m so happy I was able to finish this and thx to the people always checking up every day to see what I was up to <3!!! I’ll try to keep on drawing a Dakota a day but we shall see what happens- I do know I wanna do freak week so you’ll see me trying that in a couple weeks >:D!

[puckinghischier]

Mornings

quinn hughes x fem!reader

WARNING - SMUT! minors DNI. 18+. unprotected sex, fingering, p in v, basically smut with no plot

summary - quinn wakes up with a need to go slow n steady

notes - i have officially launched into writing for quinn and there’s no turning back now. i hope this is at least decent bc when it comes to writing smut, i feel like i’m always being too repetitive and not descriptive enough, so don’t yell at me if it’s bad 🫣. anyways, i hope you enjoy, and as always, happy reading!! 🫶🏼

request - soft morning sex with quinn

[2.3k]

Quinn has always been a morning person. He loves the feeling of being up before the sun, feeling like he has the world to himself. He loves being able to sneak out for a quick run, getting back in time to cook breakfast and make your coffee before you wake up. Sometimes he even loves just sitting beside of you as you sleep, reading or going over plays that he knows they’ll be working on in practice that day.

This morning? This morning he wants none of that. This morning he woke up to the sun peeking through the curtains of your shared room, way later than he intended, with one thing on his mind.

Forget a run, forget breakfast, forget hockey. All Quinn wanted this morning was you.

Last night the two of you attended a party hosted by the team at the rink. A fundraiser for some charity he can’t even remember at the moment.

What he can remember is the way you looked in your dress last night. From the second you walked out of your large walk-in closet yesterday, he wanted nothing more than to see the dress draped across the floor, but a few too many old fashions throughout the night caused an instant crash as soon as his head hit his pillow when the two of you got home last night.

His body very obviously didn’t forget how he felt last night, though. Which is very apparent right now.

Your body is slotted perfectly into his, his arms entrapping you and holding you as close to his body as he can. Even though you’re facing away from him, he can tell you’re not awake yet, your breaths steady and even. The observation made him think about having you just like that, slow and steady.

Readjusting his position, trying give a little relief to his aching dick, he hears your sharp inhale.

“Quinn, I haven’t even opened my eyes yet and you’re already horny and ready to go,” you grumble out, still half asleep.

Quinn lets out a low chuckle. “What can I say, baby? Can’t stop thinking about how good you looked last night.”

He brings his face down to give a light kiss to the back of your neck, bringing an arm up to move your sleep tousled hair over your shoulder.

You sigh at the feeling of his warm lips on your skin as they move away from your neck and down to your newly exposed shoulder.

Involuntarily, you scoot back to press your ass into him, causing a groan to ring out around you two.

“Don’t tease me now, baby, s’not nice,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Who says I’m teasing? Maybe I saw something I liked last night too,” you turn your body around to face him, hooking a leg over his hips, bringing your core closer to his.

His eyes lock onto yours, searching for any hint that you’re teasing him.

When he sees nothing but desire in your eyes, he closes the space between your lips, capturing yours in a searing kiss.

He grinds against you, tangling his hands in your hair. When he tries to deepen the kiss, you pull back in protest.

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth, let me go at least brush them before we do this,” you try to untangle yourself from his body, but his grip on you tightens, preventing you from moving further away.

“Not important,” he tells you, bringing you back in for another kiss.

This kiss was much slower than the first, the two of you simply savoring each other.

“Wanna take m’time with you,” Quinn mumbles against your lips, removing his hand from your hair to slip the strap of your silk tank top off of your shoulder.

Your response was a content sigh, feeling his hand slip under your tank top to fondle your breast.

“Just take it off, Q” you whisper, wanting the fabric gone.

He breaks the kiss long enough to remove your clothing, pressing his bare skin against your own.

You shift your position, laying your back flat on the bed and pulling him to hover over you.

Quinn lifts his head up, admiring your body, nothing but love in his eyes.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that? Don’t know how I ever got so lucky,” he speak softly, bringing a hand up to caress your stomach.

His words still make you blush, even after all this time. You move to bring your hands up to hide your flushed face.

“Nuh uh, no hiding that pretty face. Wanna see it always. Never wanna look at anything else,” he tells you, grabbing both of your hands in his large one, bringing them up to rest above your head. “Keep them there f’me, yeah?”

He trails the same hand down your body for a second time, this time letting it travel all the way down to the waistband of your shorts.

You gasp as he slides his hand under the waistband, his long fingers making contact with your clit.

“Especially wanna see your face when I’m doing this,” he slides his fingers down further, feeling the wetness coat his fingers. “God you’re soaking, baby. Guess I’m not the only one who woke up feeling needy.”

You inhale sharply, your mouth forming an ‘o’ when he slips a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out lazily.

“Can’t help it. You looked incredible in your suit last night. Even had a dream about it,” you gasped out, itching to thread your fingers through his hair, but keeping them above your head like he asked.

Quinn lets out a groan when he feels you clench around his fingers, bringing his thumb up to rub slow circles on your clit.

He notices your hands twitching as you squirm, deciding he wants to feel your hands on him.

“You can move your hands, pretty girl. Since you’re behaving so good,” he tells you as he adds another finger.

The second the words leave his mouth your hands are in his hair, tangling and twisting the strands around your fingers.

The strokes of his fingers are slow and steady, the pace driving you wild.

“Q, I need you. Need more,” you beg him.

“Uh-uh, told you I wanted to take my time with you. Need you to come nice and slow from my fingers before I give you anything else,” he picks up the pace just slightly.

You whine in protest, wanting to feel him.

Quinn circles your clit faster, but keeps the slow pace of his fingers. The contrast of the two paces causes the familiar knot to form deep in your stomach.

You remove one of your hands from Quinn’s hair to toy with your nipple, the added stimulation inching you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“There we go, get yourself there pretty girl,” Quinn rasps out, enjoying the sight of you underneath him.

His words aid in your impending release, always loving how vocal he is during sex.

He feels you clench around his fingers again, knowing you’re close to exploding.

“C’mon, just let go for me, baby. Show me how much you enjoy my fingers,” is all Quinn has to say before you’re seeing stars.

Your orgasm doesn’t match the slow motion of his fingers, your legs shaking as he rides you through the aftershocks.

Quinn removes his fingers from you, fully sitting up on his knees and bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean. The sight makes you fear another orgasm without even being touched.

As you lay there and recover for a few seconds, all you can think about is how badly you want to feel his dick inside of you.

“Please, Q, need to feel you inside of me,” you whine out, causing him to chuckle at your desperation.

“Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl what she wants?” he responds, lowering himself down to press a light kiss to your lips, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

You bring both hands up to rest on his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss, trying to show him just how badly you want him.

He meets your kiss with just as much enthusiasm, moving his hands to remove your shorts and underwear altogether.

You kick the pieces of clothing off of your feet, removing your hands from his neck to help him remove his own.

Once you’re both completely bare, you reach a hand down between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his hard dick, giving it a few strokes.

Quinn’s hips involuntarily buck forward, driving his cock further into your closed fist.

“Slow down, pretty girl. Told you I wanted to take my time with you. Won’t last if you keep touching me like this,” he grunts out, trying to keep some form of self-control.

He removes your hand from himself, replacing it with his own. He nudges your legs apart, bringing a finger to your entrance once again, collecting the arousal still dripping from you and spreading it around the tip of his dick, closing his eyes and shuddering at the feeling of your wetness on him.

“Remember, baby, slow and steady wins the race,” Quinn tells you as he guides himself into you inch by inch.

You cry out at the feeling, still sensitive from your first orgasm only minutes ago.

“Shit, you’re so tight. Always so tight,” Quinn hisses out, teeth clenched.

“Oh my god, Q, you feel so good. Needed this, needed you,” you whine, feeling every ridge and vein as he sets the torturous pace.

He brings his arms up to rest on either side of your head, going full missionary this morning.

Quinn pulls out completely each time before pushing back in, reminding himself with every stroke that he’s supposed to be going slow and savoring you.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this. Swear I’d stay here forever. Spend every second of every day between your legs like this. With my dick, my fingers, my mouth,” he tells you, earning a moan from you when you feel him twitch inside of you.

The slow, languid pace of his thrusts allows him to feel you in a way he’s usually too impatient for. He finds the soft, spongy spot deep inside of you, earning a moan that almost causes him to lose his composure.

“God, baby, can’t be making those noises like that. Gonna make me lose it,” he tells you, bringing a hand down to toy with your clit once again.

“Can’t help it. Feels too good. Need you to move faster,” you plead, loving the slowness but aching for relief.

He lowers his head, placing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck, keeping his current rhythm.

“Can’t. Enjoying this too much,” he mumbles against your damp skin.

Despite his words, you can feel him lose himself a bit, his thrusts getting just a little faster and sloppier.

All of a sudden he pulls out of you completely, removing his body from over yours. Up until this moment your eyes had been closed, but they snap open at the loss of contact.

Quinn sees your wide eyes and can practically see the whine of protest on your tongue, but he quickly brings himself to lay beside of you, pulling your body back into his.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, just switching positions for a second,” he explains, lining himself up to your entrance once again, thrusting into you from behind as you lay on your side, opening yourself up to him with a leg slung over his own.

He keeps his same, slow strokes, but the new angle causes him to hit a place you’ve never known to exist until this moment.

“Swear I can feel you in my stomach, Q. Don’t stop. I’m so close,” you tell him, already feeling the coil tighten for the second time this morning.

The clench of your walls around his dick from this angle causes his balls to tighten, his own orgasm quickly approaching.

“Need you to let go before I can, baby. Wanna feel you make a mess all over me, think you can get there again?” he kisses the back of your neck.

Meeting his thrusts, you reach behind you to grab his hand and bring it over to stimulate your clit, needing some relief on the throbbing bundle of nerves.

Quinn presses his fingers down on your clit, hard, causing the bubble to burst inside of you, coming harder than you even had the first time.

“Oh my god, Q, I-“ you get cut off by your own moans, unable to prevent your body from shaking, his fingers still moving on your clit, intensifying the release even further.

The clench of your spent pussy nearly prevents him from pulling his dick out of you to thrust back in, causing such a pleasurable feeling it trigger his own orgasm, hitting him harder than he think he’s ever come before.

His body goes rigid, freezing inside of you with a groan. As you start to come down from your own orgasm, the feeling of his release inside of you brings a new wave of pleasure, knowing you’re the only person that gets to experience this from him.

He stays lodged inside of you long after you’ve both come down from your highs, wanting to stay as close to you as he can possibly be.

You let your fingers stroke the arm that’s slung over your frame, his large hand resting against your stomach.

After a few more minutes he finally slides himself out of you, turning your body to face him, assuming your earlier positions.

He stares at you, admiring the post sex glow on your face with the sun shining through the curtains behind you.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask him, wrapping a piece of his hair around your finger, playing with the small curls around his ears.

“How much I love mornings,” he gives you the cheesy line, causing you to laugh so hard you shake the entire bed, causing a large grin to break out on his face, looking forward to spending every morning for the rest of his life with you.

[kelthebarb]

the dark

pairings - carl grimes x fem!reader

genre - fluffy smut, slight angst in the beginning

warnings - p in v penetration, use of pet names ??(baby, mama, love, pretty girl), dirty talk, praise, carl’s a bit ooc, kissing, cussing, CARL & READER ARE 19!! (during the 6 year timeskip, if carl was still alive)

request: anon - ik you haven’t done any fanfics but can you do a carl grimes x reader? smutty ofc 😏😏 but the reader is laying in bed in the dark and carl comes through the window and then they fuck cus yk straight to the point 🤭. but he calls her “mama” bc ahhhh carl saying mama is my new hyperfixation 😁 anyways-

a/n: OOOH LORD, stop it y’all makin me act uppp 😭😭 anyway absolutely, carl calling you mama? BRO.

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y/n laid on her bed, only half asleep. she hadn’t been able to completely shut her eyes since the bridge blew up with rick on it. she had stood there, right in front of carl to stop him from running towards it. she felt terrible, she herself was crying. watching carl break down and almost beg her to let him help his dad, to go save him from the flaming pit of walkers. even if it had been a few months, and carl had seemed to get a little better, she still lied awake at night, his face and the way he clung on to her while crying later that evening haunting her.

a few taps on her window were enough to startle her out of her train of thought. she jumped up and turned her head. somewhat hiding in the bushes, she recognized the silhouette of a sheriff’s hat and long hair that fell to the man’s shoulders. she scoffed and walked over to the window, opening it and taking the hat off his head.

“carl, what’re you doing? it’s late as hell,” she asked, crouching to meet his eye.

“couldn’t sleep. can i come in? i don’t wanna look like a creep, staring at a girl through her bedroom window,” carl said.

“isn’t that what you were just doing?”

“not necessarily.”

y/n chuckled and opened her window up as far as it would go, making there enough room for carl to slip through.

“quiet! i live with people! you’re gonna wake them up, dingus!” y/n whisper-shouted at the boy, who had just almost fallen straight to the floor.

“sorry,” carl grimaced. once he was through the window, he took his hat off of y/n’s head and kissed her lips.

“you sure you couldn’t sleep? or did you just wanna see me?” she asked, resting her hands on his midsection.

he pretended to think for a second, “both.”

he leaned down a bit too kiss her again, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. the kiss became heated, y/n standing on her toes to get closer to carl. the two started stumbling to her bed, almost tripping over themselves as carl laid her down on her back. he continued to kiss her lips, then moving down her jaw to her neck. he littered it with little purple marks - they’d definitely be noticeable in the morning.

she quietly hummed at his actions, entangling her hands in his hair. carl stopped for a second, lifting his head to admire his work. he chuckled, going back up and kissing y/n’s forehead.

“i love you,” he said, resting his head on hers.

“i love you, you little tease,” y/n giggled, smacking his arm playfully.

“is that so?”

“mm-hm,” y/n hummed with a smile on her face.

“well,” carl got close to her ear, “say the word and i’ll stop teasing.”

y/n’s breath hitched. she clenched her thighs together, trying to get any kind of friction. she looked up at carl with big eyes and whispered, “please.”

carl smiled, dipping his head to kiss her again. he undid the buttons on his flannel, tossing it to the floor next to the bed. y/n slipped off her shirt as quickly as she could. carl tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, sliding them down her legs. he leaned up over her, unbuttoning his pants with his right hand and his left on the pillow right above y/n’s head for support.

his jeans were soon on the floor along with the rest of their clothes. carl could tell that y/n was getting impatient; she was rubbing her thighs together desperately.

“hey, baby, only a little longer,” he said, spreading her legs apart. “just take off your bra for me, yeah?”

y/n nodded, lifting her back a bit to unclasp it. she threw it to an unknown spot, not even caring where it went.

carl chuckled, “eager, aren’t you, mama? you want me inside you? want me to fuck you dumb?”

y/n whined in response, becoming a bit annoyed at carl’s lack of initiative at the moment. carl smirked and tilted his head to press more kisses to her neck. she moaned softly, practically begging him to stop it and just fuck her.

“didn’t you say no more teasing?” y/n asked, pouting. he kissed her lips, biting them a little so she opened her mouth with a gasp. he shoved his tongue over hers, lapping at it with desperation.

he pulled away, breathing heavily. “sorry baby, you just look so cute when you’re needy.”

he pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring out. y/n had seen it a few times before, but it never failed to surprise her.

“lift your hips for me, love?” carl asked, tapping the side of her hips as she elevated them. “there we go, that’s my girl.”

carl slid himself in, her slick making it easy to do so. he groaned loudly as she clenched around him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck to shut himself up. he panted loudly in her ear, kissing her cheek while waiting for her to adjust.

“you okay, mama? can i move now?” he asked.

“yeah, please,” she breathed. carl started off slow, going deep and drawing long moans from y/n.

“you gotta be quiet baby, we don’t wanna get caught,” carl whispered. he went a little faster, making y/n dig her nails into his back. carl lifted his head to look at her, enjoying the way her face scrunched up with each thrust.

she noticed him looking and immediately turned red, she lifted her hand to cover her face, but carl moved it.

“nuh uh pretty girl, i wanna see you,” he said, connecting his lips with hers again. he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, swallowing her noises. his cock twitched when her hands went up his back to tug on his hair. he reached his hand down and started rubbing her clit.

y/n was close, she could feel it, but carl’s mouth felt too good on hers that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence. she came without warning, surprising carl entirely.

“yeah? only made you cum once and you’re already fucked out, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. he got louder as his climax neared.

“i’m- fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he whimpered with his forehead against hers.

“inside! d-do it inside, please,” y/n gasped as he hit her sweet spot over again. she felt him spill his cum inside of her, groaning as he pulled out.

“c’mon love, let’s go shower.”

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Casanova (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s not the only person in his hotel room (and he really doesn’t want Derek to see who it is).  Request: The team finds out about bau!reader/spencer bc someone is unexpectedly at Spencer's Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Mild embarrassment, minor allusion to sexual activity Word Count: 625

MASTERLIST

The hallways of the backwater hotel were mostly quiet this early in the morning. The few occupied rooms were all shared by groggy BAU members who were, more than anything, ready to get the hell home.

Of them, Derek had been the most excited. Particularly because he had been locked out of his shared room.

Between heavy fists against the door, he waited as patiently as possible to learn the truth about what happened last night.

He wasn’t really mad as much as he was curious. When they’d returned from the bar, the faint noises of pleasure and the Do Not Disturb sign were enough for him to figure out what had happened.

Yet no one had seen Spencer flirting with anyone at the bar, nor notice when he left.

Eventually, a bed-headed Spencer answered the door. He didn’t remove the chain, however, and he almost seemed surprised when the door stopped short.

“One second,” he mumbled before closing the door.

When he opened it again, sans chain, he leaned against the wall. He’d done it both to prevent Derek from looking in and—more importantly—to stop him from entering.

“Good morning, Casanova,” Derek teased, much to the chagrin of Spencer who only nodded at the reference.

“Sorry. Good morning.”

Derek noted that all he was wearing was boxers. With the most basic deduction, and the distant sound of a running shower, he could only assume that the woman inside was even more scantily clad.

“You know, you’re real lucky that Rossi hadn’t gone to sleep by the time I got back,” he chuckled. “You better have a damn beautiful excuse for locking me out.”

Spencer hadn’t appreciated the lecture so early in the morning, but he went along with it.

After all, he was in a very good mood after a very nice night.

“Now let me in to get my stuff, then I’ll be out of your hair again,” Derek offered kindly.

Once he took a step to enter the room, however, Spencer blocked him and immediately tried to shut the door again.

“U-uh, no, actually, sorry, I uh— I think she wants her privacy. You know.” 

Derek eyed the shifty man before commenting, “It’ll only be a second. She’s in the shower, she won’t even notice.”

“Yeah, but, you know, just in case.”

As if to prove his point, the shower turned off right on cue.

“See?” Spencer motioned toward the sound of happy humming echoing in the bathroom. Then, more hurried, “Okay… bye!”

That time, it was Derek’s turn to block the door with his foot. He continued his attempts to peek past Spencer, but the boy wonder was steadfast in his attempts to stop him.

“Oh, she’s real pretty, huh?” he teased.

“Yes, she is, so get out of here!” he begged.

At that same moment, as the two bickering boys were caught in a battle of wills, Emily approached them.

Uninterested in whatever the two were discussing, she waved her phone between them.

“Have either of you heard from (y/l/n)?” she asked with utmost concern. “She told me she would catch up with us this morning, but I haven’t seen her.”

A pause. A single moment of silence as Spencer tried to will the gears in Derek’s head to slow down.

But if he hadn’t already figured it out, he would soon.

“Spencer~!” you called from the bathroom.

The jig was up.

Derek immediately burst into a fit of laughter. In a show of mercy to the poor boy, he finally removing his foot from the door now that it didn’t matter anymore.

Beside him, Emily’s lips pressed together in an attempt not to join in the joy of his downfall.

“Never mind,” she strained, “I think I found her.”

Want more? This blurb is actually an excerpt of my existing work, Late Night & Bar Lights! Read part one here! 

[ilwonuu]

saw ur posts and i really hope you're feeling okay now! if you feel like writing i wanna ask for some reqs where in the established relationship reader realized just how much jungwoo loves her bcs she's on her periode week and jw is taking care of her nicely without hesitating even adjusting his works and providing his help to accomplish reader's workload. thank you so much i really hope you're doing good and having a happy days ahead <3

thank you so much same for you:( i love this idea bc im always soft for jungwoo<3 thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy hehe,,,

honey

*๑♡՞ kim jungwoo

ᖗ pairing- established relationship, idolbf!jungwoo x fem!reader

ᖗ warnings- fluffy fluff , mentions of period pain/cramps, reader is not feeling great thru most of this, jungwoo is a sweetheart <3, he loves reader sm bye,,,,lmk if i missed something

ᖗ a/n- hi mls!!! i missed posting and i haven’t written for jungwoo in a while and i think he might be one of my biases,,,anyways i hope u guys enjoy<3 not proofread 😪

you have been rotting in your bed for hours. you asked your boyfriend to bring you some extra feminine products just incase. he was quick to respond to your text. he sent you a text saying he would be home soon with everything you need. you sighed in relief feeling so thankful for him. you cuddle up into your blankets as you wait for your boyfriend.

you watch whatever dumb dating show you had on earlier. your pain on the first day differs but this time is was painful as hell. you took some ibuprofen but it hasn’t started working yet leaving you to suffer. you hear the front door open making you smile to yourself. you see your boyfriend with a bag from the store.

“i asked you for a couple things- baby you didn’t have to get all this.” you sit up to face him as he brings the bag over to your side of the bed. “i know you did. i wanted to get your favorite snacks and some more stuff just to make sure you have it. i’m sorry you don’t feel good sweetheart.” he sits on the bed next to you. he pulls you into a gentle hug as he rubs your back.

“how was your day other than that? did you rest mostly?” he massages your back looking at you for your response. “it was good. i was missing you all day. i was just watching tv and cleaning a little but i gave up on the cleaning very fast.” you smile at him as he smiles back. “yea? i was missing you too. don’t worry about the cleaning i will take care of it all.” he rubs your cheek softly as you lay against his chest.

“how did you come home so early? i thought you had long schedules today?” the two of you move to lay down under the covers together. he pulls you close as he faces you. “yea i had meetings mostly but we got done like right before you texted me so i was quick to get you things.” his hand is resting against your hip as he gently massages your side. “you’re gonna put me to sleep baby.” you laugh as you close your eyes.

“come here.” he says pulling you to kiss him. you kiss him back quickly melting into the kiss. he holds your side gently as he kisses you softly. “i really missed you.” you pout looking at him. “i really missed you too, honey. you were all i was thinking about during my meetings.” he smiled at you again. he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you.” you sigh at the cramps you feel. “rest honey. see if you can nap? i love you more.” he looks at you with a soft expression as he helps you get comfortable. he rubs your back softly until you fall asleep next to him. he just smiles as he watches you sleep peacefully.

jungwoo woke up early that next morning to make sure you had enough food. he made you your favorite breakfast when he saw that you were slowly stirring awake. you watched him bring in your breakfast as you fully wake up. your cramps already kicking you in the ass in the first few seconds of you being awake. you sigh at the feeling but smile at your boyfriend.

“you ok sweetheart?” he sets the food down on the side table as he climbs back into bed. you kiss his lips quickly as you climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. “i’m fine! don’t you worry.” you smile back at him as you quickly use the bathroom. you come to your bedroom feeling a little bit better as you crawl next to your boyfriend. “you didn’t have to make this for me. thank you- wait what time is it don’t you have dance practice today?” you ask as you start eating the breakfast he prepared for you.

“oh yea! i do i just told them i had my girl to spend time with. we pushed it to this afternoon so i can stay with you a little longer. then i can bring home dinner for us!” he smiles at you softly. “how are you feeling though? need medicine, water, anything you need i will get it.” he smiles to himself as he feels the need to help you without thinking about it for a second.

“i’m feeling okay today- my cramps are killing already but i think i just need to finish eating this and it’ll help. thank you baby.” you smile back at him as you continue to eat. “ok. let me know if that changes. as for now i’m here to give you love.” he kisses your head as rubs your thigh softly. you finish your breakfast after a bit with a smile. you look over at your boyfriend to see him already looking at you. you start to tear up as your thoughts start to clutter your head.

“baby? what’s wrong?” his expression is a more serious one as he pulls you closer to him. “n-nothing- i just- you’re being so nice to me. i feel so shitty and here you are making me feel so much better- cooking me breakfast? jungwoo you are too much.” you start to cry as he holds you in his arms. “sweetheart i will do absolutely everything for you. you are my main priority. i don’t need anything else but you. i will always be here when you don’t feel good.” he kisses your cheek as more tears fall from your eyes.

“honey- i love you so much okay? come here.” he pulls you closer to him as he kisses your lips. you kiss him back as you feel him pull away. he kisses your tears and gently wipes them away. “my pretty girl. i love you more than you know.” he smiles at you sweetly as he rubs your hair back. “i-i love you jungwoo.” you sigh into his arms as you stop yourself from letting more tears fall. “you are the best boyfriend i could ask for.” he shakes his head.

“you’re the best girlfriend i could ask for. you deserve the best only you know that. i will never give you less than you deserve. now let’s cuddle until i have to go to practice, i don’t want to leave your side until i have to go.” you laugh at him shaking your head. “what about my online classes? i haven’t done any assignments for this week.” you groan thinking about your work. “don’t worry about it until i leave! when i come back ill help you he smiles kissing your head as you two stay tangled in each others arms for the next hours to come.

[moonlightjam]

haikyu boys when you overwork yourself

volleyball player!reader

characters included: kageyama, oikawa, suna

kageyama tobio:

i feel like as someone who works super hard at his sport he’d totally get it

but he’d still be concerned

like if you were working yourself to the point where you’re exhausted to death after training and can barely keep a convo from tiredness

so you’d be waking up at the crack of dawn before the nationals season

then you’d barely have energy to talk to him cause you’re so tired

and he notices this continues for a while

one day he walks in to your school gymnasium looking for you and sees you practicing jump serves

and there are like hundreds of balls on the other side of the court indicating how much you’ve practised

and he sees you sweaty as shit, shorts riding up, thighs literally shaking from the amount of jumping you’ve done

he finds it kinda hot though

he’s still worried about you because you actually look EXHAUSTED beyond reasonable

so he’s had enough of his gf being stressed over nationals and low on energy and with sore muscles all over but still training hardcore

as i said he’d totally get it bc he does that too but seeing it on his precious volleyball playing girl just hits different

so while you’re on your tenth serve (since he got there), he strolls over to you and calls out

“oi, stop overexerting yourself. your body’s not gonna make it to nationals if you keep pushing it too much. and i don’t like seeing you so stressed and low on energy.”

but then without waiting for you to respond, he grabs your wrist and drags you to your gym bag

helps you pack up and carries the bag for you

then holds your hand and pulls you out of the gym amidst your protests

“you’re not training anymore today. relax. have a good dinner. you haven’t done that in a while.”

then he brings you to your fav yakitori place

when you’re there, you order your favourite rice or noodle dish, and you both share a shit ton of meat

tobio lectures you over dinner over how you’re overworking yourself

but he also shows he cares a lot he’s so cute

“hey. you’re an amazing player. don’t stress and overwork yourself unnecessarily. i love you so take care of yourself.”

then he insists on paying for both of you

THEN he brings you for some absolutely banger dessert

you go home and he runs a hot bath for you, then massages your aching muscles

i feel like his skilled setter hands give good massages for some reason

anyway he literally releases all the tension in your muscles

and then cuddles you to sleep and makes sure you don’t get up at an ungodly hour to train again the next morning

overall super caring and concerned for you

oikawa tooru:

remember how i said kageyama completely empathises with you overworking yourself

yeah well oikawa gets it even more

but he definitely sees that you’re overworked and he gets concerned

i think he’d actually help you in training though

so for the fifth evening that week (it’s friday), you’re staying back till what must be eleven practicing with your teammate

said teammate is just tossing the ball for you to practise setting

oikawa gets upset when his precious sugar angel honey pie (sorry but that’s such an oikawa way of thinking) isn’t home in his arms to sleep

so he gets up and goes to your school gym to look for you

you’ve been there every day that week, he’s just had enough now that you didn’t even come home at his sleeping time

so there you are on your god knows how many-eth set and he bursts through the door

when he sees you doing some setting, he feels his setter passion and also his “she’s my gf i love her” passion and goes to help you

he corrects your form and all that

oh and he dismissed your said teammate the moment he got there lol

but after 5 minutes of helping you out he brings out the lecture

“babe, you’re working too hard. i know you’re worried for nationals but rest is necessary. you haven’t had a proper dinner at all this week, think i didn’t know?”

you respond to him, “but i have a proper lunch before training! and—“

“and nothing. you’re overworked. you’re not sleeping enough either, but you’re still training this much. 5 more minutes and we’re going home.”

when you get home he’s literally pampering you

ran you a bath and had food delivered while you were soaking in there

fed you in bed, then cuddled you

trains with you the next day (saturday) so he can regulate how much strain you put on your body and make sure you stop before it gets too intense

also because he loves you and wants so spend time with you lol

brings you for a lunch date and makes you have an afternoon nap with him

suna rintaro:

you’ve been working super hard for the tournament

there’s like a month till the season starts

your team has been having endless friendly games where you’d play like ten sets

but your team mates would actually ask for bench time when their muscles ache and throat tightens because they don’t want to over exhaust themselves

but you and your passion makes you stubbornly stay on for all ten sets

and your coach advises you against it but no way you’re gonna listen

and you’ve been overworking yourself since long before that days match btw

suna’s been missing having you as his dinner date but you’ve been insisting on staying late for practice

he keeps telling you not to overwork yourself but you keep telling him you aren’t

on a sunday, he asks you out for a cafe date, but you decline because you’ve got a practice match scheduled

despite thinking you’re wayyy too exhausted, he knows how much practice matches mean to you for your experience, so he lets you go without any protests

but halfway through the fifth set, as you’re trying to save a ball, you have an off landing

and you hear a nasty ass crack in your ankle

you convince yourself it’s just a small twist and it’ll wear off once you stand up and get moving, but you find yourself unable to get off the floor due to the pain

against all your protests, the coach orders you off the court and gets your teammate to help ice and elevate your ankle

after some examining, it’s determined that it’s a minor sprain, nothing too serious that’ll keep you from playing at the tournament

but coach still tells you to stay away from training or any exercise requiring you on your feet for the next week or so

and you’re sososososo pissed about that because what passionate girlie is okay with missing training??

so you’re sobbing angry tears as you watch your team from the sidelines

because you’re frustrated with yourself

“like, just stick the landing and don’t be on the bench right now, it’s not that hard??”

doesn’t help that you’re an ace player and not used to the bench feeling

after training, your team mates offer to walk you home to support you and your sprained and aching ankle, but you decline

cause you know who the one person who can make you feel better is

so you sit on the gym floor, dialling your fav number to dial

“rintaro?”

“sup, babe? your practice over?”

“yeah, about that…”

suna picks up on the disappointment in your tone and knows smt didn’t go right

you tell him how you sprained your ankle and can’t exactly walk properly and how you declined your team mates offers to walk you home cause you know he’s the one whose presence would make you feel better

so he’s up and going (to your gymnasium)

when he gets there, he sees you on the floor with your foot propped up

you look downcast, so he calls out to you as he walks in and squats next to you

“told ya you’re overworking yourself. ankle sprains are a stress injury, you know.”

you grunt as he goes to pick up your duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder

then, he holds his hand out to you, and you pull yourself up, standing on your good foot

he sees your struggle to stand, and sighs

then, without warning, he just picks you up so that you’re hanging over his shoulder, just like your duffel bag

“what the hell, rin.”

“you can barely walk. and we’re going to the cafe i was going to bring you to. take it as some relaxation. and a make up date for all the time you’ve been away from me. also, you better not overwork yourself and try to train through your injury.”

it kinda takes away from the loving moment since you’re hanging over his shoulder like a dead fish, but you can tell he cares

and it’s sweet, though you know he’s gonna have some kinda told you so recording soon

[starryevermore]

hide and seek ✧ steven grant & marc spector

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request: I had a writing idea for steven/Marc. I more or less live in a fanfic fantasy most of the time and I been wondering. What if the reader had been dating steven, knows about his alters but haven't met them, and one night. You're sleeping at his place and you just see moonknight himself walk in the door before changing back to Marc. And not only is that the first meeting marc but the reader is terrified bc scary masked man is actually boyfriend? And I am at a loss of what would happen in the hours and days after seeing that. I found you on wattpad and love your work - valatheapprentice 

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector

summary: you have yet to meet steven’s other half, but when you see him on accident after coming home from a mission, you realize you can’t keep this game up anymore. 

word count: 1,110

warnings?: pet name (love), not proofread

It wasn’t often that you stayed over at Steven’s flat. While Steven had learned that his sleeping disorder was actually DID and the reason he’d wake up with days completely missing was because Marc had been fronting, he was still nervous about you being there. Marc knew of you, and he knew you were dating Steven. But you had never met him. Steven worried about what might happen if you and him went to sleep together and you woke up in Marc’s arms. Would you freak out? Would he? Would it be a complete recipe for disaster? Whatever it would end up being, you and Steven decided to keep you staying over to a minimum until you and Marc were introduced and at least comfortable enough for the morning awkwardness. 

This weekend, however, had been an exception. Marc had apparently promised Steven that he wouldn’t front for the entire weekend, letting Steven have some much needed time with you. And it had been completely lovely. You and Steven went to a new restaurant that had opened up nearby. You watched cheesy romance movies. You snuggled up on the couch as Steven read. You had the most amazing sex before falling asleep in his arms. 

But now…Now it was weird.

It was one in the morning when you woke up to a half-empty bed. Steven was nowhere to be found. Shit. As you looked around, trying to find any sign of where he might of been, you realized the two of you fucked up by not making Khonshu promise to leave the two of you alone. Fuck that stupid pigeon. 

You let out a sigh, stumbling to the kitchen. Well, you weren’t going to go back to sleep so easily. You were to pissed at the pigeon to go back to sleep. Might as well make yourself a snack or something, maybe tune into some cheesy show. So, you made yourself a sandwich, sank into the couch cushions, and turned on Gilmore Girls.

Halfway into Paris’s meltdown from not getting into Harvard, the door creaked open. You were immediately on your feet, ready to take Steven into your arms, kiss him better from the stupid shit Khonshu put him through. But the man in front of you…That was not Steven. Steven wore the white suit, not the armor that looked like it had been wrapped in mummy bandages. 

“Shit.”

The mask melted away, revealing the face you were oh so familiar with but just a slight bit different. Marc’s face was tenser, like he was holding everything back. It was so strange to see the man you loved look so different, act so different. 

“Marc?”

“Love?” The armor melted away, and Marc went with it. Steven stumbled forward, taking you in his arms. “I’m so sorry. Khonshu needed us, and Marc was better for the mission, and I didn’t think you would wake up before we got back and I’m so sorry—”

“Shh, it’s okay. Let’s just go back to bed, okay?”

You didn’t see Marc again for a week. You didn’t hear from him, either. It was strange. Even though you’d never formally met the guy, Steven usually kept you updated on how Marc was doing. Now, it was like it was before, when neither you nor Steven had any idea Marc ever existed. 

When you tried to breach the topic with Steven, he would stammer and stumble over his words until he redirected the conversation to how big of a bitch Donna is or how he found this new book he was dying to read or literally any other topic of conversation that didn’t involve Marc. 

At this point, it was pissing you off. Why were they acting like this? Why was Marc avoiding you? Before, you understood. You had never really met him, and he wanted to give you time with Steven. But now, now you had seen him, spoke to him. How could he keep hiding? You didn’t have to see the guy everyday. You just wanted to have a conversation with him, clear the air and all that. And why was Steven aiding Marc in his hiding? Steven had always been gung ho about the two of you eventually meeting. Now that you kind of sort of had met, he was helping Marc run away? What the fuck was up with that? 

You decided the only course of action was to surprise them, to catch them off guard. So, you went to Steven’s flat when you figured that Marc might be fronting. And, oh, you were right. 

“Uhh—” Marc stammered when he opened the door to see you. 

“Don’t go,” you said. “I just wanna talk about what happened the other night.”

Marc swallowed hard but nodded, letting you into the flat. You went to sit on the couch, Marc taking a seat on the other end. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“I just wanted to finally talk to you. I mean, you’re part of Steven. I fully want to spend the rest of my life with Steven. But I don’t know how this is gonna work if we never meet. I don’t expect us to be more than just acquaintances. We don’t have to be friends or anything like that. I just want us to be able to get along well enough for Steven’s sake, you know? Because that man adores you, and I know it hurts him for us to keep avoiding this.”

Marc sucked in a breath. “I don’t wanna keep hurting Steven, either. I just…I didn’t know how to talk to you.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Steven, he loves you so much. He thinks you hung all the stars in the sky. And I…I was terrified that I was going to screw things up for Steven if I ever, you know, tried to talk to you. I couldn’t do that to him. Not when he loves you so much.” Marc looked away. “All I’ve wanted for him is the best, and I know you’re the best woman he ever could be with. If I was the one who ruined that for him, I’d never forgive myself.”

You scooted closer, reaching out and grabbing his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You couldn’t scare me away even if you tried.” 

“Not even showing up in the middle of the night in Khonshu’s ceremonial armor?”

“Not even then.” You gave his hand another squeeze. “Now, how about we order some pizza, put something on the TV, and just try to get to know each other, okay? No running, no hiding.”

Marc smiled ever so slightly. “That’d be great.”

[ratwife77]

well if you're ok with itt

darry and twobit getting into a physical fight (bc greasers), darry realizing he liked taking his anger out on him, and promptly feeling like the worst person alive for like a week and can't even look at twobit even tho he doesnt care and is back joking around like an hour after the fight LOL

Just letting you know my fight scenes aren’t great so it’s gonna start with the aftermath of it, also I’m sorry in advance idk how Dallas got involved here and there is a minor minor oc also this may be put on ao3, this is a sort of rough draft subject to change, I hope you enjoy

What on Earth is the matter with me, I thought, sure I was nuts. Of course I’d fought before, but it was only for pride. I didn’t just like hurting people. But when Two-Bit and I were going at it, I felt angry. Not at him, but I was taking it out on him, there was no doubt about it. Looking over at him, cackling over his own joke, I knew that he was probably just hiding feeling bad. He hid plenty under witty comments and put-on smiles. My gut twisted at that, and I couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling sick with myself as I washed the dishes. Cleaning up gave me plenty of time to think about all I’d done, and I just clenched my fists harder the more I thought about it.

When he eventually left, I was still trying to rationalize it all, but I figured I at least owed him a goodbye. “Bye, Two-Bit.”

He called one back and headed off.

It was messed up, feeling glad that he was gone, but I was. I couldn’t bear facing him. My buddy, who I enjoyed hurting. Ain’t that just awful? But I did have to go to bed and be ready for work in the morning, so I tried to sleep. My mind was racing, though, and sleep just wasn’t coming no matter how hard I tried. Deciding that I may as well be productive while I was awake, I sat at the table and paid the bills that I’d been planning on doing tomorrow. It took me an hour or two longer than usual, though, because I couldn’t focus like I wanted.

When I’d finally finished, I laid back down and shut my eyes, finally passing out, exhausted. Thank the Lord, I got up on time and got to work with no trouble. Robert, a guy from the roofing business, probably five years older than me, said, “You don’t look too good. You okay?”

I cursed myself for being so obvious. “Right as rain, thanks for asking.”

Carefully, I made myself at least look right, though I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about the mess with Two. Damn it, I thought, I’m the worst person in Tulsa.

I went on thinking like that for a good week or so, but one night, Dally came to our house, looking for a place to lay over for the night. Letting him in, I asked if he was hungry, telling him we had leftovers. He gave me a real funny look. “I’m starving.” Slowly, he looked over me, looking like he was about to say something. I grabbed a plate from the counter, then pulled out the leftovers, fixing him some. For a moment, I was distracted, focusing on helping him.

“Darry, you look like you’ve been through the mill.” Blunt as ever, he had his eyebrows scrunched together and I felt bare. Usually, I held it together, but nothing weighed me down more than worry and guilt. At least Pony hadn’t noticed, I guess. But now, I’m not sure if he just wasn’t sure about asking. Soda had asked, and he looked worried, but I brushed him off.

I hadn’t answered quick enough, accidentally giving myself away. “You haven’t looked right since we were all over last week.. Ain’t ya been eatin’ and sleepin’?”

“Sure I have, Dally.”

“What is it, then? You’re Superman, you can’t be like this over nothin’.”

Eventually, he wore me down enough to tell him. I think he thought I was being ridiculous.

But he insisted, “Shoot, it’s a good way to blow off steam. Me and Tim do it all the time.” As if he could see my hesitation, he continued, “You ought to calm down. It ain’t a big deal. Buddies fight sometimes, keeps us sane.”

I realized that I’d taken it too seriously, and I’d been too hard on myself. Slowly, it became easier to look at Two-Bit and to roughhouse.

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Also I would’ve done Tim instead of Dally but honestly it would have been wayyyy out of character so I think this is better quality

[alwaysxlarrie]

happy monday, here’s a snippet

thank you to @cyantific and @greenblueish for tagging me to do a snippet! i haven’t posted one in a few weeks bc i’ve been spending most of these past two weeks on the smut parts (yes, parts) of this chapter but my last snippet was smutty/nsfw, sooo. i didn’t wanna post another nsfw again immediately after. anyway, here’s a snippet finally bc chapter 7 goes up tonight!!!

“The point is, now that Louis is going to start sleeping over regularly, and Harry refuses to allow him to sleep on the couch, Harry needs a bed frame. So he got one. He just needs to set it up. Which is exactly what he’s currectly begging Liam to help him do.

“Liam.” Harry says for the sixth time in twenty minutes.

It’s not that Liam isn’t a good friend or doesn’t care, it’s just that he has “important plans” with Zayn this weekend. And Harry gets it, he really does, but. He also needs Liam to help him, so.

“Liam.” Harry hisses this time, ducking his head to try to catch Liam’s gaze.

“No.”

“C’mon, please?”

“Nope.”

“I will pay you $100.” Harry bargains. It’s a good deal; it was previously $50. Very appealing, he thinks.

“Hmmm,” Liam hums, dragging it out just long enough for Harry to raise his eyebrows hopefully and lean forward, “no.”

“Okay, I hear your point and I respect it, I really do, however—“ 

Harry’s next attempt at bargaining is cut off when he feels hands brush through his curls, and he immediately knows who it is. If there’s anyone who loves his curls and runs their fingers through them as often as possible, it’s Louis.

“Morning, angel. How’s your morning been?” 

“Awful, Liam won’t be a good friend and help me.” Harry whines and turns to face Louis so he can see Harry’s pout.

“Why won’t you help our poor Harold?” Louis turns toward Liam, demanding answers.

Liam whips his head toward them. “Wait what?”

“Harold needs help.” Louis furrows his eyebrows, keeps one hand tangled in Harry’s curls, not letting go, and the placing the other on his hip. “Help my boy.”

“Why can’t you help your boy?!” 

Louis turns to Harry again, with an eyebrow raised this time. “Wait. What do you need help with?”

Harry sighs, surrendering. “Putting my new bed frame up.”

“How am I expected to be the man of the house if I’m not even allowed put up a bed frame?!” Louis throws his arms in the air, exasperated.

Louis is in drama mode, full throttle, it appears. They’re just lucky no one else is in the room.”

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[wraenata]

I heard ur sick!! I really hope you get better love :( I saw a post abt u going to work too?

Ok lovely so what I do is I take a bottle of water with a whole lemon squeezed in, what it does it that it helps hoarse throat and general sinus as u go about ur day. I dunno where I got it from bc I don’t hear lots of ppl do it but it really helps me!! Maybe it can help u? The flavor funky but idk I got used to it lol

Something a really nice lady at a place I used to volunteer in recommended me once some water, honey, and a tablespoon or apple cider vinegar, and u drink it in the morning once and she said it makes the whole day easier. I haven’t tried it bc I don’t have apple cider lol, but it could help maybe(?)

And if ur throat is REALLY bad, there’s this Mexican recipe my parents always give me that’s a tiny bit of honey and lemon mixed in, tiny as in a little more than a tablespoon maybe, I think it’d be smth like equal parts honey and lemon? The idea is that it has enough consistency to stick to ur throat so the lemon does it’s job. U drink it at night WITH ONE GULP and don’t anything else for the rest of the night, avoid swallowing too. But don’t stress over it :) I find myself not being able to sleep bc I’m so concentrated on not drinking my saliva LMFAO

I hope u feel better honey 🫶🫶🫶 u r a very lovely person and I wish u and ur birds a good day <33

TAKE IT EZ!!!!

It has been so sweet all the well wishes I have received, thank you to everyone.

These are all super helpful thank you! I haven't been able to get to the store yet but when I do will definitely try these out! Thank you so much for all the remedies and taking time out of your day to send me this, I really appreciate it!

Thank you again, I hope you also have a good day! You are very sweet and I love seeing you in my notes <3

[emawinslow]

good morning ladies it is 6am and I spent the entire night awake and I’ll explain why under the cut bc I am gonna vent abt my health issues again and I’m gonna talk about vomit and all my stomach and eating issues as of late so just be aware of that. and this is all like a massive tmi but none of you are real so it’s okay

okay yeah so basically last night I had avocado toast for dinner which I’ve never had before and it was really good and that’s actually not relevant I just wanted to tell you guys. also not relevant but I was listening to tower of nero while I did that and I can’t believe how much I actually care about this series now. the lester effect I guess I’ll talk about that in a post once I finish the series

anyways I was still hungry after the toast so I ate some leftover gas station jojos from the day before and you’re probably like “carmen ofc you felt sick again last night you ate fucking gas station jojos” and yeah maybe I did and it’s not exactly the smartest decision but I also ate them two desperate times the day before so idk why this time would be any different since it hasn’t even been 2 days since I bought them. but yeah halfway though eating those (and watching my ethanimale video🫶) I started to not feel great so I was like fuck it I’ll go to bed. and I was sooooo excited to go to bed bc I was exhausted and since I’m home alone I was (tmi) gonna sleep naked bc I’ve never slept naked and it sounds fun as hell. and I’m sure it would have been if my stomach wasn’t doing backflips the whole time and despite the fact that I Just Fuckig Ate I was very noticeably hungry. I tried to fall asleep and ended up just doing that half in and out of consciousness thing that was going on last time I was sick like this. without the hallucination stress nightmares this time. except every time my stomach did a flip big enough to wake me up, I did in fact have to go to the bathroom to shit. and guys this is gross but I truly have no idea how I was able to shit so much like i took at least five full sized shits and I’m not even constipated or anything like WHERE did it all come from. every time I got up I was legit flabbergasted. anyways. I ate half a fig bar to try and get some more food in my system and finally put on some clothes and did what I know always helps when I’m sick: lay on the living room couch.

side note shoutout to my sister for insisting hat this couch was so soft and comfy that we Needed to buy it and the matching chair despite the fact that we didn’t need new living room furniture. we absolutely did and she’s the mvp of my life for that.

so yeah I was finally able to get some sleep out here on the couch and I still wasn’t feeling Great but I was able to actually sleep which is a testament to the power of this couch. and it was fine I was waking up to piss like eve Rey half hour big I’ve been driving a lot of water since it’s the only thing I can stomach and I was getting up to shit every half hour before so what does it matter. and it was all fine I could handle this until I needed to wake up for work (whether I’m going idk) but then I won’t up and I was like “yeah I’m definitely gonna throw up” so I threw up. and like here’s where it’s weird. like first of all it was a Lot of water considering how much I’ve been pissing out every 30 minutes for the whole night. second of all I threw up carrots which I haven’t had since wednesday night and god could they possibly still be in my stomach considering how much shitting I’ve done this morning. very weird.

but yeah I feel a bit better now and I tried to call my mom but she’s off the grid on a camping trip (boooooo👎) so I texted her instead and it said it went through so hopefully she gets back to me on that. I’m gonna scroll through some posts then try and get back to sleep bc despite how hungry I am right now my persistent lack of appetite is striking again and i don’t think if actually be able to eat anything right now. god bless.

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#5

Obey Me! Babes (and Luke) Correcting Transphobes When They Misgender You❤️

Originally written July 2022

(genderless trans MC)

TW/CW: demons (and angels) being violent, implication of transphobia towards MC

Lucifer💙

gives them a warning correction.

I mean if they’re really stupid enough to continue being an asshole after Lucifer — the fucking MORNING STAR, RIGHT HAND MAN OF LORD DIAVOLO — corrects them on your pronouns then they’re just asking for it

for the moment he just snaps his fingers to curse them into calling you by the correct pronouns. you don’t have to know about the punishment later💙

Mammon💛

passive aggressively interrupting them to correct them.

frowns at you bc he doesn’t wanna be demonic in front of you

gently covers your eyes before scaring them into saying the correct pronouns :3

puts them in debt💛

Leviathan🧡

“Um… um… no, that’s not MC’s pronouns”

keeps trying to get them to say the right pronouns even though he wants to curl up and die bc socializing

finally just snaps and Commander of Hell’s Navy Leviathan™️ shows himself

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

cries out of anxiety after the person is gone haha🧡

Satan💚

no warning. Just fucking decks them

he’ll find them again later. For now he’ll insist you don’t worry your little head about it💚

Asmodeus💘

fucking bloodlust Azzy time

tears into them with his words first. If they don’t listen he WILL get violent

truly, how ugly can someone be inside that they can’t be respectful to a trans person’s face!? Disgusting

of course if he decides violence is the answer he’s going to make sure you don’t see his ugly side. There’s no need for that💘

Beelzebub❤️

sad bc why are they being so mean. Maybe they were just genuinely confused

gets angry after correcting them a third time

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101 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#4

They Hate Me

Originally written May 2022

Masterlist

Genre: comfort

Ship(s): Lucifer X MC

(genderless MC)

Trigger/content warnings: alcohol, drunkenness

Headcanons/notes from the author: *slaps the top of Lucifer* this bad boy can fit up so many pent up negative emotions in it

Brief Blurb: MC catches Lucifer crying while he’s drunk.

It had been about six hours since you last saw Lucifer, and he hadn’t answered any texts. This wasn’t really unusual since he liked to work himself to death, but you didn’t want to go to bed by yourself again. You missed him snuggling you to sleep, and you swore he didn’t even come to bed last night. With a sigh, you got out of the warmth of the sheets and walked a couple rooms over towards his office. You raised your hand to knock, but froze when you heard a muffled sob.

No one else would be in Lucifer’s office this late, so you knew it had to be him… but you hadn’t really heard him cry before. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, and it made your heart break a little. You didn’t bother to knock, instead opening the door slowly enough that he would notice your presence. “Luci?”

When he didn’t answer, you opened the door fully to examine him. He was sat at his desk, face buried into his hands as sobs wracked through his body. You stepped inside and gently closed the door behind yourself, but didn’t come any closer. There was a bottle of demonus on the desk, and an empty one laying on the floor. You weren’t sure what to do, a little frightened by the situation. You’d never seen him cry before, or completely drunk like this.

You approached him cautiously, feeling a little guilty for treating him like a wild animal. When he still didn’t say anything or move away, you pulled the chair across from him to his side and sat down. “Lucifer, what’s wrong?” you asked gently, pushing some hair out of his face.

“Th-They all hate me…”

Despite knowing exactly who he was talking about, you wanted to make sure. “Who, baby…?”

“M-My brothers…” he muttered. He took a wavering, deep breath, then broke into another harsh sob. “I-I mean… Satan isn’t really my brother… he’s more like a son… but…” Lucifer didn’t dare look at you, keeping his face in his hands as he bawled. “I-I should be used to it. I know they hate me… but I just w-wish they didn’t.”

You carefully ran your fingers through his hair. “Lucifer, I’m sure that isn’t true. They may be a little bit agressive with you, but that’s how it is sometimes with guardians and who they’re caring for.” Lucifer shook his head and wiped his face. “Luci—”

“N-No, they all said they hate me today.” Lucifer sniffled and choked on a sob, attempting to push the tears off of his face. “S-Satan’s the only one who says it regularly, and even wh-when the others say it… it’s… i-it’s not all in one day. I just fucked up s-so much today. I don’t want to keep f-fucking up…” You decided words weren’t going to do much, and rubbed circles on his back instead. “I-I didn’t want to be the avatar of p-pride, or make any of them a lord of s-sin… but… b-but I didn’t know how else to keep them safe…”

Carefully, you pulled him into your arms and allowed him to cry into your chest. “I’ve got you…”

“I-I miss Lilith…” he muttered through his weeping. “I-I miss S-Simeon and Raphael… I miss giving my siblings hugs… I-I miss Satan hugging me… I m-miss… I-I miss…” he trailed off, opting to cry harder instead of speak more. You ran a hand through his hair and hummed to him, hoping it would help him calm down. After a while, he mumbled, “I-I just… I don’t understand why they fell with me… th-they could have stayed…”

“Lucifer…” you cooed, pausing to kiss his temple. “If they chose to fight and fall with you, doesn’t that mean they love you?”

He sniffled and pressed his forehead closer to your neck. “N-Not anymore…”

You hushed him softly and brushed his hair with your fingers still. It seemed to be soothing him ever so slightly. “Lucifer, would they stay in the House of Lamentation with you if they didn’t love you?”

“I-I don’t know…” he whimpered, hiding in you. “I just want them to know I love them…”

Sighing, you shushed him and kissed his hair. “I’m sure they know.”

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108 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

Mortality

Originally written May 2022

Ship(s): Mammon X MC

(genderless MC)

(not requested)

Trigger/content warnings: talking about death I guess?

Headcanons/notes from the author: no headcanons are directly used here.

Brief Blurb: Mammon wants to be with MC forever and is thinking about ways to accomplish it.

It was fairly cold in the human world, and Mammon was not at all affected as he walked you down the street. “Why do I have ta wear these warm clothes? It’s not even that cold out.” You sighed and facepalmed with your spare hand, very tired of this complaint. “I mean, look, I know some humans think it’s weird when people walk around in tank tops and shorts for cold weather, but I’m sweatin’ my ass off.” He huffed, then stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, which you quickly corrected by pulling him off to the side.

“Mammon, babe,” you told him, “firstly, don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk in the city. You should know that.”

“Oh…”

It was difficult to stay frustrated with him when he flustered and made his cute, embarrassed grin. “Secondly… it’s supposed to get really cold. I know you’re naturally a lot warmer since you’re a fallen angel, but odd looks are best avoided in the human world.”

“Ya say that like I haven’t ever been to it on my own…” he mumbled, fumbling with your hand.

Sighing, you watched him use your hand as a stim toy. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” You pulled him closer, then stood on your tip toes to kiss him. “I know you’ve been here millions of times without me. I just worry about you.”

Scoffing and biting back a smile, Mammon cupped your jaw. “Ya don’t have anything to worry about, darlin’. I’m a demon, remember?” You nodded, leaning into his touch slightly. “I… appreciate ya worryin’, though,” he admitted quietly, face flushing red.

“I just…” you sighed and closed your eyes. “I get really scared about drawing too much attention to ourselves.”

“Babe,” he chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair. “There ain’t a thing to worry about. I’m a big, scary demon. I don’t even have to go into demon form to frighten a human, y’know?”

Your face fell a little. “Yeah…”

“_____…? Why the long face?”

“Nothing,” you told him, averting your gaze a little. “Let’s get going, the store might close if we don’t hurry.”

“Shit, yeah.” Mammon pulled you back into the foot traffic, keeping you close to himself. Once you two managed to step into the store, you both pulled your face masks up. You then took his jacket off of his shoulders and draped it over an arm. “Thanks, babe…” he muttered shyly.

Despite taking the jacket off, you could tell he was still entirely too warm from the store’s heating. “I’m sorry, you’re probably miserable from the warmth.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry, _____.” He smiled, and despite only seeing it in his eyes, you felt relief wash over you. “Let’s get a cart.”

“No, we’ll buy too much if we get a cart.” You ignored his pout as you picked up a shopping basket. “This is my money, Mammon.”

“I-I know…” he mumbled, taking the basket from you before grasping your hand once more. “I’m sorry.”

“I never said you needed to be sorry,” you reassured him softly. “I’m not upset.”

You led him to the produce section, then reluctantly let go of his hand to inspect the various fruits and vegetables. “Why’re ya squeezin’ that thing?”

“To make sure it’s a good one.”

After processing what you said, he furrowed his eyebrows and stared intensely at some of the fruit in front of him. He seemed puzzled, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you not check if produce is good before you buy it, babe?”

“W-Well… Lucif—…” he stopped himself, glancing around with only his eyes before continuing. “Luci never really has me buy the groceries, and when I tag along I don’t really pay much attention to whoever is actually doing the shoppin’. I just kinda help carry stuff.”

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115 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#2

Obey Me Babes When You Paint Your Nails to Match Theirs

Originally written June 2022

Literally writing this because this is what I do. As a transmasc person who really likes to paint their nails, it makes me feel more comfortable to match the obey me babes lol. I’m sad Simeon, Solomon, and Raphael don’t have painted nails (unless it’s a like… demon culture thing??? Idk. Also Barbatos’ shade of purple is fuckin’ whack I can’t seem to find any that are almost exact like I did with Luci, Asmo, Dia, and Belphie.) I don’t think we’ve seen Mephisto’s nails so he isn’t in this. Thirteen is though!

Lucifer💙

his chest is swelled with so much pride

(It doesn’t even matter if you didn’t do it to match him. He won’t listen lmao)

Finds himself taking off his gloves more often so he can show everyone else who you chose to match nail polish with

very smug about it.

Mammon💛

“Wh—? H-Hey! Stupid human, why did you choose to use that particular nail polish?”

“To… m-match me? W-Well! Of course you’d wanna match the Great Mammon!”

Won’t stop being flustered. His face is hot every time he sees your nails.

Boasts about it when his siblings are being combative lmao

Leviathan🧡

“Wh-Why would you w-w-w-want to match with a yucky otaku like me!?”

Another grim in the “self deprecating comment” jar

It makes him happy and nervous and he doesn’t know how to properly react

Loves looking at your hands and his own while you game and feels all warm inside

Satan💚

flattered tbh

blushies

It probably takes so much restraint to not shove it in Lucifer’s face dhsodhdk

I’m sure he already liked holding your hands but it’ll probably happen more often now lol

Asmodeus💘

SQUEALS

it makes him so happy

asks if you’d want to touch them up with him next time

Hand holding hand holding hand holding hand holding hand holding hand hol

kisses your knuckles and hands more often lmao

“You’re so beautiful, _____.”

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170 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I cannot stop thinking about how much I wish they went over more different kinds of lust with Asmodeus. Lust’s definition isn’t strictly sexual, it’s just extreme desire, which Asmo goes over briefly at some point… I just dhskdhdkd bloodlust??? Lust for power? No? He’s just horny? Okay. Fine.

222 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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[spaceprincesszil]

My partner has been very supportive of anything I want to do and claims to love my body no matter what. I don’t think it’s untrue but he definitely likes the hourglassy-ness I’m developing better. He hates that my hips/ass shrunk.

In 2007 I was dating some lameass dude, fucking during a totally manic phase one summer. I was getting dressed and he looked up admiringly and told me I had a fat ass. I always have an ass, I guess, but as a white girl who hit puberty in the late 90s and grew up in the age of aughts fashion where midriff was king and your hip bones MUST show and that collar bone had to pop…it was like napalm. I had a fat ass. I was probably about 150-160 and convinced I was way too fat, my BMI at 5’7” was overweight.

Spiraled.

And that brings me to the other night. My guy says he likes thick girls, but when I look at who he looks at (since I’m queer af and have some overlap in who we find attractive, we both look at porn together) really he likes curvy hourglass girls with fat in all the right places, big tits big ass small waist thick thighs, which is not how I’m built right now or when I first moved in with him. Or fit girls. I do not see him look at girls as imperfect as me. was grabbing my hips admiringly and my ass and said something like “this is my wide load.”

I froze immediately, bc all I could think of was how that’s one of the labels Lardass in Stephen King’s The Body (or film Stand By Me) gets. I made some comment about it, and he immediately got upset, like “jfc I’m tired I didn’t mean it like that.” I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, he likes phrases like that in bed, but I certainly don’t like that one.

On top of that on the lunar eclipse he had a meltdown bc as I am heading back into a more socially acceptable weight category and be idk, approaching conventionally attractive, he’s worried I’m going to leave him. I tried to explain that anyone who couldn’t see I was worthwhile before would have trouble landing my attention now or in future. I don’t like chasers of any sort.

Being fat isn’t a personality trait for me, but neither is fitness, to be honest. I tried to be body positive but it doesn’t work for me, I hope to achieve body neutrality, and just be able to be grateful for what my body can do.

But “wide load” keeps echoing in my head.

My body has changed a lot this past year but it’s still not enough. If I was a normal amount of fat it’d be more noticeable.

Almost all my underwear and bras are too big and so are most of my pants. I can almost wear my partner’s pants comfortably, which is exciting to me bc I’d love to present more masc at times and I’d like to express that more, which is hard in a fat curvy femme body. I really want some more clothes but what’s the point if I’m still shrinking? I wish I knew how to sew.

Wide load.

Fuck man, like why? I don’t really think he meant to neg.

On top of everything I am not sleeping nearly enough, I keep waking up at 4 something and can’t fall back asleep. I haven’t been walking or moving enough and I think that’s why I can’t sleep through. I have not been great about keeping up with motion as part of my mental health practice.

So this morning while I’ve been waiting I am adding lots of workouts to some playlists, and I even did an arm workout with some little weights that I can already tell kicked my ass and will make me so sore. One exercise in particular was really difficult and made me feel weak and pathetic so just means I gotta do more. I never like my arms, it’d be nice to feel good about them.

Really love the idea of getting really toned so can present more androgyny.

I’m trying not to let a comment he made sleepily at like 4 am get to me, but it’s been echoing and bouncing around in my head multiple times a day since he said it.

That’s its own kind of weight.

All i can do is move through it and do better on my end.

[slowparts]

sometimes i forget that this is actually a blog i can write about my life on. crazy right. anyways. this will probably be the first of many bc shits getting fucking insane in the membrane.

tw medical, cancer maybe, some vast unnameable fear saturday

gabriel has multiple masses in his neck and lymph nodes that we found out about on tuesday. one is nearly two inches long. he’s been complaining about neck pain for months. he had a regular checkup last week, his doc correctly noted his enlarged lymph nodes and ordered an ultrasound, he went for that on monday. on Thursday the (marked urgent) orders for the ct scan of his major lymphatic system + biopsy of his neck finally got sent to the hospital for scheduling. they haven’t called us yet though so i’ll be ringing them in the morning.

and like. yeah. i’ve felt his neck and i can feel it in there. this sounds dumb but he’s always had a big fucking neck. he’s just built like that, with a jawline that can retreat into his neck at a moments notice. he loves making people laugh with it. and yeah under his beard it’s obviously there. and i realize i’ve been staring at it for weeks, months maybe. noting something was off but not putting together what. even if i had, he’s a round soft boy. i’d never say a fucking thing about his chins getting bigger bc i know he feels self conscious about it sometimes. like i couldn’t have known. he’s been attributing his neck pain to his incredibly long working hours lifting things and working the restaurant. he’s been in pain for months and we still don’t know anything about it. i do not want to pre-worry about hypotheticals when we don’t even know what it is. and honestly, most of the time i fully believe it. i can usually talk myself (and often him, too) through a wave of fear about the not knowing, and the waiting. right before i am trying to sleep is the hardest. i dont want to take any meds to help at this point bc i need to be up in about 4 hours and be at work an hour or two after that, but the fear is eating me alive right now. so im writing this to hopefully exorcise some of it, maybe wear my brain out just enough to crash.

it might not even be anything as bad as all that. but it could be, and that’s going to be the rock in my shoe until we know literally anything besides how big the masses are. which coupled with the months of his being in neck pain—he is fucking averse to ibuprofen so whenever he complains about aching and i offer meds he declines 75% of the time, so i always just assume it’s because. he is lifting shit all day at work and when he’s not lifting things he’s at a computer doing other work things. he’s an achy boy and i rub his shoulders and kiss him lots and love him with everything in me. anyway i just assumed it wasn’t anything major. —so the size of the masses + the amount of time he’s been in pain = I’m Really Fucking Concerned. and i can’t fucking do anything about it right now so i should just go to sleep. but when i put my phone down and close my eyes and try to sleep, im more aware of him next to me. and i love him being there. but my brain is making extremely unsolicited leaps and bounds from “oh, my partner is next to me in bed, i love sleeping next to him” to “what if he wasn’t next to me in bed and what if he never would be again because he died from this thing” which is like. literally THE most unhelpful thought to be having while you’re trying to sleep. So i’m gonna ride it out until sleep comes for me like a brick, or until my shift ends tomorrow.

i am so fucking scared. i don’t think i have ever felt fear like this before. everyone in my family who died of cancer died before i was born. i have only ever seen this play out at arms length. if i dwell on that fear, if i try to say what it is i’m afraid of (because for me, naming it is the first step to working through it), its like something primordial in my brain takes over. tangle of eels, oil spill dark and swallowing. no language for it yet.

when he had appendicitis and was in incredible amounts of pain, he described his pain on the 1-10 scale as a 3, maybe a 4. Granted that was nearly 9 years ago and he’s more aware of the fact that he as a man is allowed to be in pain and express it and treat it. so tonight he described the pain in his neck as a 7 that went down to a 5 with the ibuprofen. when he said 7 i had to stop myself from putting him in the car and taking him to the hospital right then. but it was already down to a 5. and he’s sleeping, and has been for a while now, so well at least wait until the morning.

i know he’s scared too, and i truly do not want him to have to be thinking about my fucked up brain feelings in the insomnia hours on top of everything else right now. i will not be telling him about this bc i want to self soothe. its a great time for me to practice. tomorrow night with meds. bc tonight i genuinely don’t think im sleeping. the clock just keeps…. going. and i keep being here.

and the fuck of it all is i do not know. and we wont for days to come. and i just have to live with that and keep reminding myself that it might not be that bad, and that lymphoma has a really high survival rate if it is that, and at least we know about it now. and the hospital has the orders for the next steps and he or i will call tomorrow to see if we can get the ct scan + biopsy scheduled as soon as possible. and tomorrow night, instead of dreading bedtime and spiraling the second i put my phone down for the night, i will take one of my anxiety meds preemptively. if i took it now id be zonked by the time i have to be at work and i do better sleep-deprived and winging it utterly than i do sleep-deprived with benzodiazepines in my system. but tomorrow night i can plan better. and we will get through it.

i love him so much. i know i know i know he will be okay. i don’t need to worry about all that right now.

also somehow!!!! on top of ALL OF THIS!!!!!! my brain is somehow able to sustain a positively unhinged crush on a friend, who doesn’t use tumblr thank god. few truly safe spaces remain in this world for me to have a full on mental breakdown complete with insomnia and inexplicable horniness. sorry that’s more than you needed probably. no actually im not sorry it’s my blog. this is under a readmore. if you’re here you’re in it now.

i think i started writing this post like two hours ago. at least 90 minutes have elapsed. Anyways. i love you im kissing you on the forehead and thank you for reading this and being here with me in a way. i love you.

[imayanderesimp]

Tw:dubcon Tw:past noncon tw:past abuse tw:enji being a asshole tw:somnophilia

reader is implied to be female

felt like i should clarify this bc it just hit me puppygirl!reader isn’t an actual dog or a beastars type situation she’s like a human but with puppy dog ears and a tail.

MINORS BEWARE

pls pls put your age in your bio so i can tell your not i minor because i will block you if i can’t find any proof your an adult

Just imagine endeavor with a small little puppy girl like he’s this big 6ft figure and then you’ve got a little 4ft puppy girl next to him. The public would be all over it trying to get pictures of puppy girl reader and endeavor together. Of course enji and puppy!girls relationship wasn’t always this way…

Pre redemption enji : he treated puppygirl!reader so badly. He’d yell at her and pull on her little dog ears sentence her to her cage. Honestly if enji was really being serious he just wanted to use you from breeding purposes. Sometimes puppy reader couldn’t keep up with enji half the time she would end up passing out during their sessions. But he keep going he wanted you to have a baby so bad, but it never worked. And endeavor could never figure out why, but all your puppy brain remember is getting a pill everyday from the white haired woman.

Soon enough enji forgot about you and only focused on train shoot and becoming number 1 dropping you in a little room that was kinda like a dog house. He forgot to feed you so his children and Rei would do it a lot soon enough it seemed only fuyumi and natsou would feed you and that was a rare chance.

Post redemption enji -

I’m the family dinner scene between endeavor and natsou he reminds him that he left you in a room alone for years now. And endeavor just sits they’re like “huh”because he forgot about you so natsou sitting there wants to slap his father in the face but just take ps a piece of paper and writes directions and says follow it.

Enji find the room and sees you. You look so tired like you haven’t seen the light of life in days. Enji tilts up your head and sees you look super sleepy but all you do in turn over and sleep. So he grabs you and takes you to his room you’ve been in that room for to long. In the morning enji finds it so cute when your pawing at his window at the sunlight your little tail wagging at the sight.

Enji had never seen you this happy before you just felt empty looked empty. So he decided to get a cute little dog bed for you in his office and leave you some nice food to make up for his past actions. He playing catch with you the other day of course you were catching the ball with your mouth. Wouldn’t you know in a few months you were the happiest dog alive in the household.

Now a certain time came along the enji wasn’t expecting. Fuyumi has told him you weren’t feeling well so enji went to check on you, only find that your humping the floor and all the pillows look soaked. Poor little puppy girl, just was so horny without him. You started pawing on his leg you craved him right now you needed him right now.

So now enji is here fucking your tight little cunt. You’ve gone for 3 organisms now and every time his cock gets deeper and deeper in your hole. You were drunk off his cock right now and if enji stops for a tiny break then you’ll do the job yourself.

So you continued for idk the rest of the night until you finally passed out

You can tell this is my first time going into writing smut

[liannelara-dracula]

Hello...can you make love aesthetic of Yuma ,ruki and kou

Yuma Mukami Lover Aesthetic + Hcs

"I never knew a better sound than my name on your lips"

Hi Love,

Sorry for all the wait. I will link the other ones as soon as possible below. I hope you like it and I'm sorry if the others don't come out to be as long as this one.

-> Kou's version

-> Ruki's version

-Liannelara

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He met her in the woods. This was back in the 1800s. She was a slave girl in a European village. She had been sold off by her parents to work for others, and she was beaten and bruised as a kid.

At some point, a wealthy family bought her as a servant, and they also ab*sed her. She was mistreated repeatedly, but she stayed because they provided for her.

She fell in love with the family's son, so they beat her and tossed her out into the woods by the lake, covered in dirt and bruises. Her clothes were tattered and b⸸oodstained too.

Seeing she had nowhere to go, she lived outside in the woods by the lake. The girl had to make the most of it while she was by herself. She took whatever she could find for food and clothes. Most times, she wore thin cotton dresses, and they were filthy and worn out. She used to sleep outside on the grass fields and by the trees. 

Now when Yuma met her he was out in the woods one day in the evening (he was a vamp at this point) and it was by the lake.

And since there was no other way to clean herself the girl always used the lake as a way to clean herself up. So like every other time she stripped from her clothes and swam for a bit.

Now I picture that Yuma was walking by the lake and he heard some splashing noises and so he took a look from afar. He saw a girl swimming in the lake. He eventually got closer to the lake to see but she still hadn’t noticed that someone was watching her.

It wasn’t until she came up to get air that he noticed she was topless in front of him.

Of course, here she’d scream and he'd just be annoyed, mostly cause he just doesn't care if she's n@ked.

"Damn woman, quit screaming!" He'd say, covering his ears.

Yuma saw how this girl only hid behind the boulder that was big enough to cover her n@kedness.

"Here. Put this on." He'd say handing her the dress.

Instead of listening she just watched him seeing that she wasn't sure to trust him.

"Look you can't hide in the lake the whole time. You'll catch a cold."

After changing and slipping on her dress which clung to her wet body she walked away to gather her things.

“Hey, are you lost or something?” Yuma would ask fighting the urge to help or not. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own. These woods ain’t safe at night.” He added on.

Seeing she didn't respond he got annoyed and raised his voice a bit. “Hey, I’m talking to you, the least you could do is answer me?”

She stopped knowing that if she didn’t answer he might not leave her alone. She looked down, her hair in her face a bit as she mumbled, “I’m fine. Don’t need anything.” She shivered from the cold and the possibility of this going all wrong.

It seemed like she was upset after answering him because she ended up walking away from him.

Seeing this, Yuma decided to watch her to see where she was actually going. Something about her just seemed off.

So he watched her and saw that she slept outside beside a tree and he just felt bad for her bc he knows what that is like. The next morning he waited at the lake and she ended up being there, washing some things that she had to wash. 

He startled her and told her to shut up about it.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that!”

“Ya, well you don’t really notice your surroundings that well.” 

She scoffed, “Why are you following me?” She asked, still not looking at him.

“I brought you something, I know it’s not much but you probably haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He’d say crouching down to her level to give her the apple in his hand.

She was hesitant to take it bc she was worried she’d get in trouble bc she was never allowed to actually eat better food when she was a slave to that previous family.

“Hey, it’s not poisonous. I grew it myself.” His response was honest and so she took the apple and placed it in the pocket of her dress.

“Thank you, sir.” She said, she was trying to show her gratitude by addressing him since she was used to being people’s slave.

Yuma was taken back by it and felt hella awkward. “Look, I’m not your master or anything, so don’t say things like that!”

“But then how’d you grow this? You have to be well off to own a field.”

“I like to garden.” He’d say looking down at her as her beat hands scrubbed the cloth. She nodded at this and understood.

“Do you have a name?” Yuma waited for her to answer.

“A name?”

“Yeah, you a foreigner or somethin’? Cause it sounds like you don’t understand some stuff I’m saying.”

“Ah, I just, I don’t really have a name . . . ” She practically whispered, “I don’t have a birthday either.”

She might have a spring name or something sweet like Juliette or Yulianna. But I think Yuma will give her a name (I’ll talk about it further down).

“Huh, it’s a shame  . . .  I’m Yuma.” 

“Y . . . Yuma?” She’d trail off in thought. “How do you spell that?” She looked at him in utter confusion but also curiosity.

“So you never went to school either ay?”

“I used to go to reform schools but I didn’t stay long enough. But I learned the alphabet thanks to someone I know.” She smiled to herself thinking of the boy she loved and how he helped her with reading on the days his parents weren’t around. 

“Damn, you really are dense.”

There was silence between them, even tho he technically insulted her she just decided to ignore it but Yuma couldn’t settle for less. He took a stick and started writing his name in the dirt.

“Alright, I’m only gonna show ya once. So look here.” He said cutting the silence. She had finished cleaning and put the clothes into a basket. Hearing this she walked over to him to look at what he wrote.

“. . . y-u . . . ?” The girl traced her fingers on the engraved letters, struggling to remember the next letters.

“‘m-a’. Tch, man, that person who taught you surely didn’t do a great job.” He degraded, even tho that’s not what he really wanted to say to her.

This hurt her feelings, causing her to frown. “At least, he was kind to me.”

Yuma focused more on his senses and was able to pick up the scent of b⸸ood from her. And decided to help her seeing he knew that she wasn’t healing. He assumed she had more than just bruises on her body judging by her scent. He could smell b⸸ood and that her flesh wasn’t healing. So he took matters into his own hands and brought her home wherever he and his brothers were staying at.

He was hoping Ruki could help him but he wasn’t there so he just had to put his skills to use in order to help her. Luckily he knew a thing or two and so he got her to shower and he did his best in treating her. 

Considering he needed to know where she was injured he had to have her show him but bc it was all over her body she didn’t want to. And knowing how Yuma is so shameless he just started to unbutton her dress to see where the cuts were but they had a bit of argument. But overall he did his best to help. 

Yuma made her stay because he told her she needs to rest and plus Ruki didn’t care but he did want him to keep an arm's distance because he could get attached. Although rather than getting better she started to feel worse because her wounds were infected. Yuma felt bad for her seeing how much she twitched in pain with the side effects of the healing medicine Ruki had tried to put on her in order to help.

Ruki had to tell Yuma that he had to let her go because she was too weak to live at this point.

“C’mon man there’s gotta be something.”

“Yuma, you and I both know her body is rotting. Her scent has changed since she came here.”

“I know . . . but I don’t want to tell her she’s dy!ng. She's young, man. She could have a life.” 

She’d be lying on his bed barely on the verge of being awake anymore but her persistent coughs stirred her awake constantly. When she saw Yuma come in and sit next to her, she smiled, “Thank you.”

He looked at her with his brows furrowed, “For what? It’s not like I saved you.”

“No, but you tried. That counts, even if I’m going to d!e---” She said stopping due to her having a coughing fit.

“You’re not dy!ng today.” It was the last thing he told her before having her turn.

He only managed to have this happen because he asked Karlheinz to spare her life and he said he would if he agreed to not love her.

She ended up living with Yuma and his brothers seeing she was supposed to.  When she first woke up and realized she didn’t d!e she was confused, Yuma was the first person she saw when she was awake and he tried to explain, but she didn’t accept what he told her.

He taught her how to feed which didn’t go very well seeing that she didn’t want to. Yuma gave up trying to teach her and asked Ruki for help instead seeing he had a more gentle approach it worked.

She didn’t have much of a wardrobe so he took her out so she could buy fabric and sew herself some dresses. He even paid for it bc he felt bad and he wanted to give her something to wear. 

I picture that when she was done making them she tried one on and showed it to him. He thought it looked good and was surprised she could be so handy.

Although she is in the times when girls are neglected Yuma doesn’t do that to her, he treats her as an equal in fact all of his brothers do too. Yuma’s honestly a little too tough on her but considering she was a slave she’s used to it. She doesn’t even complain about it. 

She didn’t get along with him at first bc of what he did but the more she thought about it and got to know him she wasn’t upset.

She had to help out with chores and he typically did them with her unless one of his brothers was already helping. Apart from their plantation they also took care of animals because they are wealthy and back then people used to buy land and make a living off of animals and what they grew so she’d help out with animals. 

And I think she used to feed the pigs and Yuma thought it was cute and I think that’s where he got this “little pig,” (this is not canon it’s just an idea I had).

One time Kou tried giving her all the work because he was being lazy and Yuma was so upset that he got into a fight with him. She tried to stop them and she only got hurt in the process.

He felt so guilty for bruising her, that he apologized and stuck a sugar cube in her mouth. She didn’t know what to say because she felt it was strange.

She’s also never had sugar so she was surprised about the taste.

Yuma made her work in the garden with him sometimes when he needed extra help. And honestly, he gets mad if she makes a mistake. Although she usually knows what to do. 

He likes to watch her work because she’s gentle and even nice to the small animals and doesn’t k!ll the insects.

I could see she doesn’t like to eat tomatoes so when he shoved one in her mouth she made a face before swallowing. And he was upset that she didn’t like them.

Yuma was mean to her for a good while since he’s kind of harsh and so I’m not surprised if he called her stupid/ other insensitive things a bunch of times to the point where he made her cry. It was in the kitchen when she just made a small mistake or something and his brothers saw everything.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“You know you really are stupid, you ever wondered if that’s why that family threw ya out!? You can be so dense--”

“You’re crying? You gotta be kidding me!”

“D-don’t you ever feel bad for what you say to people? . . . I have feelings t-too you know?” She said between hiccups. “But maybe you forgot what that feels like because you haven’t been human in so long but it really hurts. A-and I just d-don’t understand . . . if you h-hate me so much then why did you turn me!? Am I really that h-horrible?  . . . W-why didn’t you just let me d!e?” She sobbed in her hands uncontrollably leaving him a little shocked and for his brothers to scold him, especially Kou since he took a liking to her and felt bad for her.

Eventually, they made up and were a bit more honest with each other. It’s honestly when he started to be a little weird bc he liked her and she kinda felt strange about it seeing he was nice to her. Well, he did his best.

There was one time they were outside in town and she was cold and he put his rustic sweater on her bc he said it was too hot anyway. So she wore it and smiled secretly finding it kinda funny bc he didn’t know how to be nice.

One time she made a cherry pie and he was watching her in the kitchen until Kou pointed it out.

“You’re watching her?”

“I’m waiting till she messes up.”

“Uh-huh, you know she’s better than Ruki.”

Kou has even pushed you two together because he knows what’s up. And Yuma’s mad at him for it. I think it’s because this is like the first woman he’s ever been serious about.

And tbh she’s kinda clueless about his feelings at first since she feels like it’d be to weird to imagine.

Because fall is harvest season he becomes extra busy in his garden which meant that he wanted her to help. I honestly see that she’d mess with him too.

I think she splashed water on him and it was a never-ending water fight.

He’d chase her around the garden sometimes.

Although when things got really strange he once k!ssed her while showing her how to harvest one of the plants. (depending on how you cut your plant when you need the leaves or flowers you can potentially stop the plant growth so you gotta be careful.)

He caught her completely off guard, so much that she just panicked and turned the other way even tho he just k!ssed her again thinking it was fun to mess with her.

He’d even ask her if she was embarrassed because he sucks.

Although she got him back when they were walking around in town and she k!ssed his cheek in front of his brothers.

It was kind of her way of confirming how she felt with the k!ss he gave her before.

Oh before I forget to mention since she doesn’t have a name she goes by because people always changed it he just called her little pig or you bc he didn’t know what else to call her. However when they were a couple he actually gave her, her name.

“Hey, you ever thought of giving yourself a name? It’s getting tiring just saying ‘you’ all the time.” He’d say looking at the new plants that were sprouting.

She sat on the bench in his garden weaving a basket, “Oh yeah, hmm I was thinking maybe something like Violet?” 

“Violet? You sure, you don’t really look like a Violet?” He disagreed thinking she should find a better name.

“How about ‘Poppy’?”

“Nah.”

“Rosemary?”

“You really wanna be named after a plant, little pig?” He chuckled.

“Well, all of the people I have served always asked me for a name and a lot of the times the only words I could get out of my mouth were names of plants or flowers since I work with them a lot and plus my parents never gave me a name because they thought I was never worthy of one and I’ve been to shy to give a real one.  . . . so, I don’t really know what name a girl could have . . . Hey, Yuma, what do you think should be my name?”

“You want me to choose?” He turned to look at her as he tended to his plants, his brows furrowed at this.

She stopped her weaving, holding the straw in her hands, “Yeah, what name do you think suits me?”

He walked over to her, taking a seat next to her, “Hmm, how about piglet?”

“Yuma, I’m being serious. You didn’t like what I suggested so what should my name be? It’s better if you choose.” She insisted, hitting his shoulder playfully.

“Alright, alright . . . how about, Y/n?” He’d ask brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

(If you don’t want it to be an x reader or you don’t like your name I really see him suggesting the name Juliette or even Yulianna but I mostly see Juliette).

“I like it.” She smiled at him. 

Since she has low literacy judging by the time this is taking place I think Ruki taught her but Yuma was the one to help her practice and he was a bit of a jerk sometimes. He was kinda hard on her too but if she did really well he’d give her a sugar cube.

Or he’d give her a day of no chores and take her anywhere she’d want to go in town. So it’s like going on a date.

On one of her outings, she saw that boy she used to like and his family. They tried to bother her and Yuma got mad and she kinda ended up telling him about it.

From then on he was kinda protective of her just a little more and slightly worried. He was mad that people did that to her too.

I’m not sure when he started to like her but once he realized it he tried to ignore it.

Here are what the pics mean in their relationship:

Hands--it kinda resembles their relationship in the beginning of how close they are but not close enough.

Hair with soap -- he’d wash her hair cause he likes to pamper her in that way.

He also just wants to join her in showering, so not surprised if they’ve gone skinny dipping in a lake tbh.

Girl and Iips -- In the pic she’s kinda sweaty so this just imagery of when she’s working hard and Yuma thinks she looks attractive with sweat coming down her neck from the sun and all that. This usually happens when she’s doing chores and hard labor. Since this was back in the 1800s and they have a house with a lot of land so it requires maintenance and the animals to take care of too.

Rustic Sweater girl and boy -- It’s his sweater but he gives it to her a lot of the time to stay warm. And he likes it on her. 

At some point, she was just stealing his clothes cause they were big on her.

Girl under a tree (exposed) -- Represents the first time she met him where she was n@ked and how she’s been n@ked in front of him various times. Mostly when she’s showering or changing. Although it's just cause he walks in on her a lot.

Autumn trees -- the season of when they met and their favorite time of year.

I also picture that she loves to jump in leaf piles and he just looks at her like she’s dumb to even tho he loves her.

Hands against the wall / intertwined -- His intimacy, he’s a rough guy, need to say anymore?

Pie -- She likes to bake and he likes watching her. And I think he likes pies because of her.

White linger*e -- He likes to see her in white and cute frilly things that are kinda girly cause he likes it on her.

Apart from this I think their love was pretty peaceful but things changed after a while and it was either because she d!ed or because he left her.

I see it mostly that he left her and it's not cause he didn’t love her he just didn’t want her to be part of Karlheinz’s plans and so he struck a deal with him to let her go.

And she was honestly just upset and hurt by him deciding for her. She was no longer in his life afterward. He actually left her without a word so that hurt because she never heard from him again.

So then she just had to move on and he did too. I don’t think she ever saw him again.

She still has that rustic sweater and never forgot about it.

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