#but a cold shower absolutely does the trick also

[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

My friends: wow that water is freezing cold

Me, adhd, short on dopamine, and already halfway across the lake: come on in guys the waters fine

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König Rarely Gets Sick, But When He Does...

Inspired by this ask that I was given earlier.

Okay so let's be clear, König grew up in a great home, as mentioned before in this post. He also hated school. So König grew up to absolutely master the art of pretending to be sick. He did the whole 'making fake vomit with oatmeal and orange juice' trick at 5am just to place it around his bed for his mother to find when she woke him up the next morning. I just want to point this out, as one kid with anxiety to another, if you could get out of school as a kid you did (or at least I did because I was a wuss). So, if König just didn't feel up to school on that particular day, he'd pretend to be sick and spend the day being doted upon by his sweet, oblivious and ever-loving mother. He was such a little shit as a kid.

But when König is actually sick, it's a mess. Oh my lord is it ever a mess. He's disgusting. He's a snot and/or vomit factory (almost always both). He refuses to shower or bathe so he gets sweaty and gross and he'll lay in one spot all day, and when you peel him out of it, he leaves a damp patch behind as an unpleasant reminder of his sickness. He's genuinely terrible.

But he's your terrible mess and you need to care for him.

Read below the cut for a more detailed explanation of what König is like when sick.

The worst part of dealing with König is that he can't pretend he's not sick. He used to pretend to be sick, now he tries to pretend he's not and it fails miserably. When König actually gets sick there's no hiding it.

See, König doesn't get the common cold. What he gets are fevers. Bad fevers. There's been a few times that he's had to go to hospital to get his temperatures in check. He's gotten dangerously close to getting seizures because he was so determined to not take care of himself. Thankfully, this only happens at most once a year (two or three if you have kids in preschool) but other than that, he's healthy as a horse.

The thing is, while he's being gross and smelly and awful, he's a big suck for you. He's no longer a man when he gets a fever, he becomes little more than a big wet cat. Absolutely, genuinely terrible. He will flop all over the place like a wet fish and moan terribly. He gets grumpy and angry over nothing, but instead of being in his right mind and having the sense to properly communicate himself, he'll just make bitter comments and curse under his breath as though he never left the barracks. Not at you, mostly at himself. He gets incredibly upset about falling ill and needing the support of others. You'll have to work to keep up his self esteem when he gets sick.

He's a belligerent little bug all the way through. He'll avoid moving like the plague because he knows if he tries to stand that the room will start spinning. He also knows that he can't ask you for everything, so he'll sulk miserably for hours before asking for your help to get up. He is absolutely horrible about asking for your help. At this rate, you'll need to frequently check in on him or else he'll be writhing under the covers when you next check on him. He really doesn't want to overwhelm you, but he takes this to an extreme. He just wants to make things easier for you. He hates being a burden, or at the very least, he hates being weak.

He appreciates the frequent check-ins because he always has something he wants. Maybe a glass of water, maybe a new bucket, maybe even a new book to read. He's a needy man sometimes. Out in the field he has to do everything himself, so having someone there to look after him means the world to him. He'll never be able to thank you enough for what you do for him.

He's a big fan of Vick's Vaporub and slathers himself in Tiger Balm like he's trying to slide through a straw (and yes it's that disgustingly awful). He will often ask for you to apply these balms to him if you can. He also will often put a bit of vaporub under his nose to help keep his nose from chaffing. He absolutely hates how he needs so many tissues. You'll find him sniveling in the middle of the night, covered by a mountain of crumpled tissues piled over empty boxes.

König often ends up making a nest wherever he plops down. If he needs to go somewhere, he's draped in a blanket, carrying his sick bucket, hauling a box of tissues under one arm along with a book, his phone, and anything else he thinks he might possibly need. He leaves a bit of a snail trail of discarded tissues and dropped items wherever he goes. He is a little bit of a pig, really. But you can't be mad at him. If he bends over, the vertigo might make him fall over. He does try to stay neat, but when he's this sick it's hard to be clean.

In the end, the main thing that helps König is you being there. If you're there to keep him clean, change his sheets, feed him broth soups and light meals, he'll be happy. Dote on him with kisses on his forehead and tuck him in when he sleeps. If he's really sick, maybe you can read that history book he's reading for him. If you can do his chores for a few days, he'll pay you back when he can. He cannot possibly express how much he appreciates all you do for him.

He'll give you space if you want it. If you get disgusted by being around sick people, he won't force you to care for him or do something you can't manage, but if you're willing to hold him he'll be elated. He loves being close to you. He loves being pampered by you, and he'll remember these moments fondly. The last time someone treated him so well was when he was sick as a little boy. Having you here and caring for him makes him feel safe in a way he hasn't felt in decades.

[bloodycyrano]

Here's what Team Tadpole would do for you for valentine's day!

Karlach: She would get you the absolute BIGGEST plushie she could find, and chocolates. Post-upgrades, she would cuddle the plushie for a few nights beforehand so it smells like her. She'd probably bring you to a carnival- One that *isn't* infested with shapeshifters this time -and try to take turns winning each other prizes.

Wyll: Wyll Ravengard spares no romantic gesture. He brought you your favorite flowers and decided to take you out dancing! He wanted to finish off the night with a romantic walk on the beach, but Mizora crashed your date, and now the three of you are playing board games because she wouldn't leave- Which Wyll isn't exactly happy about, but he's content as long as he gets to spend time with you.

Gale: Gale would probably make you a home-cooked meal in his tower back at home and absolutely shower you with affection and little magic tricks to dazzle the eyes. He's constantly seeking that approval, so you'd better believe he's going all out.

Halsin: Halsin would take you on a picnic in the prettiest part of the woods he could find, and surprise you with a special wild garden bed of your favorite flowers. He'd also have a whittled duck for you.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart would bring you a single night-blooming flower and a bottle of wine. She'd probably take you somewhere dark and secluded where you could simply spend the night enjoying each other's company, away from the rest of the world.

Astarion: Astarion is happy to do almost anything as long as he's with you. You stopped by his grave to leave flowers- A cute gesture he's likely become accustomed to. Perhaps he takes you out to dinner, or to a play he knows you've been wanting to see, but the real treat is when he takes you back home to cuddle and read together. Horror novels and shocking favorites only.- You wouldn't expect it, but he does voices for the characters if you get him to read out loud. His faked accents are awful, but it's cute.

Ascended Astarion: Awe, you didn't think I'd leave you guys out, did you? So. He's likely to do something flashier. A wine tasting, or maybe take you to get a new outfit tailored to fit you perfectly. It doesn't match anything you'd actually choose to wear, but it paints the perfect picture of the vampire consort trophy spouse he's decided that you are. He keeps setting up little things that you feel are supposed to make you happy, but it's filled with a harsh coldness and an empty stare. You've all but given up hope that the Astarion you know and love is still in there until the night comes to a close, and he brings you home. He's being strangely affectionate and sweet. Cuddly. At first, you take this as a sign of better days - until he won't stop biting you, no matter what you say or do. Eventually, he's taken so much blood that you pass out; and you wake up in your locked chambers alone with a pretty, expensive necklace and roses. No note. It doesn't even matter if roses are your favorite flower or not. He doesn't care.

Lae'zel: She didn't know Valentine's Day was a thing. She can't pronounce it and literally had no idea why everyone was making a big deal about the holiday, etc. She was, however, very surprised when you brought her a gift. She tried to seem uninterested in the whole "mushy, romantic stuff," but you could practically see her heart melt when you made a romantic gesture. You spent the rest of the day together - She probably tried to bring you out hunting or sparring.

Durge: Durge would either give you a mortal heart in a jar or a vial of their own blood, and disturbing poetry they wrote for you. They might try to get you to get matching tattoos with them, but they won't push you if you'd rather not. Aside from that, they might take you to a cemetery or a long lost ruin to bask in the macabre beauty of the space. They'd also bring brownies they made themself.- They were going to pack a picnic, but they didn't want to smother you; and they're really better at baking than they are at cooking.

[alicerosejensen]

In short, I thought about it most of the night and made some notes on my phone.

I'm still translating part 3, but while I'm on vacation and have enough free time, I want to write headcannons.

specifically the jealous Leon. He is almost forty and his girlfriend is just over twenty. Don't get me wrong. I share moderate jealousy and excessive jealousy. For me, these are different things, so "WARNING! if you don't like reading this, just skip this post.

You have an absolutely healthy relationship (as far as possible with Leon's psyche). You don't give him any reason to doubt your loyalty to him.

He considers himself too "old" for all these hangouts, preferring to spend time in peace and stability after a long mission, but you are a young girl who wants to have fun with friends from time to time (among which there are guys).

Leon has nothing against your entertainment and does not interfere with communication with others. Although, some selfish part of him wants you to spend more time with him, but he won't talk about it out loud.

Of course, he understands that others may like you too. You see, Leon still doesn't understand what you saw in him when you could date someone of your peers. It all started as a silly joke, and then you both wanted more from communicating with each other. And it's not just about sex.

You took care of Leon when you stayed at his place overnight, and in the morning you made breakfast with coffee, asking if you brewed it too hard. And while Leon is having breakfast, you always kiss him on the back of the head. Something that Ada or anyone else has never done.

After that, the cute attentions from you mean too much to Leon. He is a bit old-fashioned and will probably ask for official consent if you want to be in a relationship with him, despite his frequent absence and age difference.

“Do I need to sign some kind of agreement? Like, yes, I agree on all points to become your girlfriend? Signature and today's date?“ - You laugh with Leon, adjusting the shirt you stole from him in the morning when he says that he does not have such a paper and an oral agreement will be enough.

Leon will in no way publicly cover his personal life because of his work. Putting you in potential danger is not what he wants at all. Yes, he is happy to spend time with you, but if someone asks him about your relationship, he will say that there is nothing serious about it. Just a girl who agreed to spend the night with him. And only the closest (and there are almost no such people at all, so the circle narrows down to Claire, Helena and, perhaps, then Hannigan) will know about his real attitude towards you.

He also likes to take care of you. In general, he will gladly take a shower with you, soaping his head with shampoo after which he makes funny hairstyles so that he can laugh with you about it later.

He takes care of you if you have a painful period / you have a cold / just not in the mood. To show reciprocal care for a partner is a joy to him.

He won't show any signs of jealousy until you tell him that the main character of the movie/series is too gorgeous and you wouldn't mind marrying him.

Of course it's a joke. He understands it himself, but it hurt him unpleasantly.

It will never go to the point of absurdity. It's just that Leon doesn't quite like it when he accidentally sees you in correspondence with a friend discussing some cute actor/model/singer or other public personality admiring his beauty and charisma.

"Come on, he's not that good!" - in the end, he can't stand it when he's already in bed with you.

“Who?" - You ask innocently, stupidly blinking your eyes and looking straight at Leon.

“That guy from the movie. You can't do this trick in real life, it's a fucking special effect. And anyway, you don't like him, but the one he plays. I doubt he's ever held a real gun in his life.”

After that, Leon will lie down on the other side, leaving you completely perplexed.

It's stupid to be jealous of the handsome guy from the movie, he knows it himself. He just thinks that his age can still become an obstacle to your relationship, especially when he is often not at home and he is so much attached to you.

However, if some brat decides to start flirting with you thinking that "a lonely young girl needs company" Leon will immediately appear out of nowhere grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him.

At the same time, he will send a scathing look to the man.

Sometimes Leon can be very sarcastic towards you, but then he himself will feel guilty for it.

I think the longer he is in a stable relationship, the stronger his love for his partner becomes, and he doesn't care how much younger you are!

He loves you, and the thought that you might leave him for someone else bothers him. Therefore, sometimes Leon takes flirting with guys with hostility.

He is not one of those who will make a scandal out of the blue, but most likely will hold an explanatory conversation with you at home.

He just wants to make sure that your relationship with him is not a fun game for you.

Maybe he just took a friendly conversation like that, but you don't consider a conversation with a friend to be flirting.

It will be done professionally and unnoticeably (until morning), but Leon will leave you noticeable marks. How were you supposed to know that a sweet kiss on your neck would turn into a hickey?

Pretty hard to hide if it's summer or spring outside.

But Leon doesn't regret judging by his smug grin.

You're his woman. Of course you have complete freedom of action, but that asshole will know that you have someone and there is nothing to bother with an invitation to a date.

[ghostherlig]

i am very slow with writing atm with being sick and also my wrists are starting to hurt more now that it's getting colder- but here's some silly goofy random headcanons while im recovering!! (for johnny, kenshi, raiden, and kung lao) under the cut bc this really ran away from me- (collected over the course of this entire day as things popped into my brain, i apologize for the mass of words you're about to read :'))

johnny can play piano!! he has a grand piano that he really loves and he plays anything from classical to ost's to his own little tunes whenever he thinks them up- he has a recorder attached to it so he can remember them or maybe post his own song one day

(based off the previous hc) if/when kenshi is over/moves in he'll play at night and let kenshi listen in- but randomly johnny will transition what he's playing into the jaws or michael meyers theme and that's kenshi's cue to start running- because now the house is in hide and seek mode, and as soon as johnny stops playing, he'll be searching

kenshi used to play the violin growing up, but he dropped it once he was old enough and competent enough to commit himself to the yakuza- he can still remember some of the songs he used to love to play. he hums them from time to time and has been caught doing the motions of playing the violin before

kenshi loves animals but has an extra soft spot for cats and bunnies especially- he's a cat magnet in places where strays are common, they always flock to him (he for sure keeps catnip in his pocket when he can)

johnny loves his action and hero films but kenshi enjoys romcoms and horror- romcoms for the stories and drama, and horror films because the sound design usually slaps- he also can tell you what fruit or vegetable was absolutely destroyed based on the sounds alone

lao and raiden are way too good at Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes- raiden is on the manual while lao is on the bomb and they can crack the normal mode in like 45 minutes (they're a little slower when they swap places but they can still do it impressively fast (fastest speedrun time is sub 30mins)

johnny knows how to play mahjong after taking a role and having to play on-screen for five minutes- he wanted it to look authentic and thought "there's no better way than to actually play"- raiden and lao found out and now they're all trying to teach kenshi with specially made tiles with braille in the corners

kenshi is ridiculously good at poker- he brought a deck of cards with braille stamped on them and him and johnny played strip poker for a night- needless to say kenshi was smirking to himself as he switched his button up for johnny's

johnny can do pitch and diction perfect impressions of people he's heard talk for long periods of time- you can bet that a lot of his free time at wu shi was spent scaring his fellow champions by talking to them in liu kang's voice from behind a wall-

(based off the last hc) johnny only does it around people he knows well or as a party trick with different characters from pop culture- most often his power is used for evil though

raiden isn't a morning person and actually is super groggy in the mornings- the first thing he does on early days is take a cold shower to wake himself up

(based off the last hc) lao is a morning person and is usually the one to wake up raiden by ripping his blankets off of him- he's lucky he has survived this long, but he tells everyone that if looks could kill, raiden would have killed him long before he made it to wu shi

we all know kung lao eats for a family of five, but that man also naps like a divorced dad after an all you can eat buffet- he is OUT after he's done absolutely fucking up like five full plates of food

raiden really likes boba!! kenshi took him to get some after an errand run and he fell in love with the taro flavor- he also really enjoys winter melon and the regular thai tea

johnny always gets his boba with coffee- he doesnt really like tea flavors and no matter how many sips of kenshi's tea he has, he will always prefer his coffee

kenshi bought johnny a really nice espresso machine that he uses every morning- johnny didnt buy himself one before that bc he never thought he would enjoy making coffee at home and it was easier to just stop by the local cafe since they always had his order ready early- but he finds it really calming and really nice to slow his mornings down and make a latte before leaving for work

johnny, to return the gesture, bought kenshi a really nice kitchen knife since he knows the man really likes to cook- it sees a lot of use as it's a santoku that he basically uses like a chef's knife (it's his sharpest and most well treated kitchen tool, right next to his 8 inch cast iron)

kung lao owns maybe three articles of clothing with sleeves- all of them are coats for when it rains- oh and one hoodie that he stole from raiden that somehow survived when he went into his wardrobe and cut and hemmed all of the sleeves

when kenshi visits, johnny makes him coffee in the morning too but since kenshi doesnt always like the bitter coffee flavor he'll add some fun home made syrups- he has plain vanilla, but also has seasonal flavors like pumpkin spice, snickerdoodle, sugar cookie, white mocha, peppermint, etc.

kenshi LOVES mint chocolate flavored things- he especially loves the kitkat flavor and the pocky flavor, as well as ice cream- johnny CANNOT stand it, he's never liked mint outside of gum and even then he prefers cinnamon or clove gum (the first time kenshi kissed him he was confused bc he tasted like spices)

johnny keeps a jar of butterscotch candies on his desk for when he needs to brainstorm ideas- he finds he thinks better when his mouth is occupied (oral fixation haver)

(based off the previous hc) kenshi bought him some violet (the flower) flavored candy after he found out johnny always kept a stash- he also will refill the giant glass jar with butterscotch candies when he knows johnny is busy and will forget

(also based off the candy hc) lao and raiden also buy him hard candies- they get him ginger and lemon ones that johnny falls in love with immediately- he has two jars on his desk now, one for butterscotch and one for ginger

raiden really likes sketching and coloring- lao bought him one of those adult coloring books with mandalas and really intricate shapes and raiden finished all of it in like two weeks- he used to sketch in his free time and has an entire sketchbook dedicated to drawings of lao and his features (a lot of his arms, hands, eyes, and smile) it's hidden under his mattress

kung lao shaves his own undercut when it gets too long- normally cant let it grow out for longer than two or three weeks. sometimes, raiden will offer to do it for him so they can spend a bit of time together and just talk and be close <3

johnny definitely really enjoys washing kenshi's hair- johnny has a bit of a curl to some of his hair but he never uses the products he's supposed to or the methods he's supposed to when it dries- so it's pretty straight, but kenshi's is pin straight and doesnt tangle the way his does sometimes, so he really loves running his hands through it and has even convinced kenshi a few times to sit so johnny could put coconut oil in it for him

johnny loves coconut flavored things and purposefully buys ice cream bars that have coconut cream based ice cream- kenshi was unaware of this and was offered one and said yes thinking that it was vanilla- kenshi does not like coconut, so it was a very sudden and unpleasant surprise

kenshi cuts fruits as his way of showing love very often- he washes and cuts fruits for himself when he's stressed but preps it for others out of love and will often take apple slices, peeled oranges, cut melon (of any kind), or strawberries and grapes up to johnny's in-home office while he's working

johnny buys kenshi small gifts year round and goes crazy for the holidays and his birthday- he asked kenshi how he would feel if johnny bought him (technically them) a house back in japan- kenshi drew his line in the sand and capped johnny's gift prices at $2k per holiday/birthday (which he had broken before)

raiden keeps taxidermy bugs!! he always loved butterflies as a kid and his first framed butterfly was a gift from lao

please excuse any typos, it's later in the day now and my eyes are a little strained- i hope this was comprehensible, lol

[susis1223]

HELLO! I am back from the dead again but I won't be here for long- anygays I WANT TO SHARE MY HEAD CANONS FOR THE COVEN HEAD bc why not? (I also miss them so much)

Osran; He is very quiet but knows many, MANY, things, also lots of secrets- He trips on his robe sometimes but acts like nothing happened And he knows that library guy malphas (or whatever his name is) pretty well

Mason: Sometimes he shows the other coven heads little tricks on how to fix stuff He's a great father figure Accidentally falls asleep during long coven head meetings but he is never caught.

Adrian: Whenever he gets nervous he scratches his tail hard enough to leave a mark. Since he's like half cat or whatever his nails grow really fast but he never let's them grow and he cuts them alot He can drink coffee at night and still manage to fall asleep

Raine: They say swears sometimes when they're really upset. They can draw really good and they can make beautiful paintings They kept the little things Eda gave them along time ago like rings or dried up flowers (they have a whole book full of dried up flowers)

Eberwolf: They get Irritated by strong perfumes because they have a strong nose. They will literally catch any little buy just to piss off Darius or the others They are very clean surprisingly (kind of like a cat)

Vitimir: He loves the cold and he loves to eat ice He doesn't get along with Terra alot but he loves when she does his hair He always says "A shower only takes 15 minutes"

Terra: She barely talks to her parents because she hates them She spends most of her time in her garden She hates boiling rain but she would absolutely love rain in the human realm

Hettie: She smells like a hospital sometimes She hates her scar on her face that's why she wears that hood She was angry for three weeks when she found out Alador took Odalia's last name

That's all of them! I'm going to go cry now-

[pollenallergie]

Hello!! Can I request for a Billy Knight smut please? One where he has struggled to show affection and now that he's getting better he wants to touch you all the time. You'd let him, and one day when you're out of the shower and watching TV he randomly says that he wants to explore every part of you and you happily oblige because you love him. Please and thank you

of course!! thank you so much for this request!! sorry it's taken me so long to reply to it, but, well... i may have gone a lil overboard with my response. oopsies. also, i took quite a few creative liberties with this one, but i hope you still like it!!! <3

thank you so, so much to @hahahafucku and @punk-in-docs for beta-reading this!!! you're the best!!! <3

CW: pretty much just fluffy smut and some swearing, female ejaculation (squirting), billy gives the reader a massage (idk if anyone would find that triggering, but i'll include it just in case), the reader's gender is not specified but they do have stereotypically-female anatomy (boobs and a vagina…. dw i don’t call them that in the fic).

Word Count: about 8.8k

18+ only!!

side note: this is my first time writing smut in a longggg time, so pls be gentle lol

The evening starts like any other. You’re huddled up on the sofa, still in your work clothes, watching a nature documentary, images of seal pups adorably paddling about in the arctic waters flashing on the telly. At the same time, your boyfriend, Billy, is in the other room, changing into comfy clothes, having just gotten out of the shower mere moments ago. You figure you should probably have a shower as well now that he’s done, but you find it hard to leave your cosy spot on the sofa. It’s one of those nights where departing from the warm, cushiony furniture seems to be the most challenging feat known to man. 

Just as you’ve begun to summon the motivation to leave your comfy seat and fascinating documentary behind, your partner suddenly emerges from your shared bedroom wearing his favourite jumper and a pair of joggers. Billy wastes no time joining you on the sofa, immediately plopping down next to you and snuggling close. He curls his limbs round you like a vine as he clings to you and nuzzles his head into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. The feeling of his cold, wettish hair against your otherwise warm skin sends a shiver up your spine. Still, you can’t find it in yourself to complain, not when he’s so openly showering you with affection, something he struggled to do early on in your relationship.

“Hey, Kill Bill,” you say, fondly giggling at his antics. Billy snorts at the eccentric moniker. 

“Hi, lovey,” he greets you in return. 

“You alright?” You ask, amusement evident in your tone, as he clings onto you tightly and nuzzles into you, clearly needing to be impossibly closer to you.

“Missed you today,” he whines petulantly, pouting as if you haven’t been home for hours now. He even goes so far as to briefly remove his face from its hiding spot to flash you an adorable pout. 

“I missed you too, handsome,” You admit, your tone tinted with amusement as you rake a hand through his soft, damp hair. The feeling of your fingers toying with his strands causes him to purr as he leans down to rest his head on your chest. 

“How was work?” Billy asks as he idly toys with the buttons on your blouse, always needing something to do with his hands. 

You heave out a massive, dramatic sigh, your chest deflating with the force of it, as you fix him with a pout of your own and pitifully reply, “Was absolutely exhausting, bub.”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking up at you with his big, brown doe eyes. Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you after such a long day, but you think you can spot a little hopeful gleam in his gaze. 

“Yeah, my neck and shoulders are killing me from being hunched over at my desk all day,” you complain, shamelessly fishing for your boyfriend’s sympathetic affection. 

He offers a mere hum of acknowledgment as he nudges the collar of your blouse to the side so that he can place a warm, chaste kiss on the spot where your neck slopes down into your shoulder. “Think I know what could help with that,” Billy confesses softly, his tone hushed but, surprisingly, not the least bit bashful. 

“Yeah?” You ask, your breath catching in your throat as he trails kisses up towards your jaw, each kiss sloppier than the last. “What might that be?”

“Y’could let me touch you,” he huskily replies whilst continuing to smatter kisses across your flesh, “let me take care of you,” he adds finally, whispering the words into your ear before nuzzling his face back into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

As incredibly enticing as that sounds, you’re a bit insecure about letting him pamper you in this state; still slightly sweaty from your walk home and completely knackered from a long day at work. You sigh and reluctantly tell him, “I can’t, babe, not right now. I’ve gotta shower.” 

Billy, however, seems entirely undeterred, continuing to lavish your neck with passionate kisses as he hoarsely replies, “Y’smell alright to me,” he then loudly, and a bit dramatically, sniffs you, as if proving his point, which causes you to let out an amused huff. 

Billy then pulls away to face you, fixing you with the softest, sweetest smile and the most adoring gaze you’ve ever seen. He places a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose and murmurs, “I’ll help you shower when we’re done. Please, let me make you feel good, baby. Want to touch every part of my pretty petal.” 

The way he says that, with more than a hint of yearning, makes it seem like he intends to explore you, and the way his hands begin to roam your body seems to confirm your assumption. And, just like that, he’s won you over completely. You find yourself easily, willingly giving into your mutual desires once again. Though, you never really stood much of a chance at actually refusing him; you love and trust him too much to do anything but spoil him, especially since he has a habit of spoiling you too. 

You rake your hands through his damp hair again, gently scratching his scalp in a way that never fails to make him melt, inadvertently encouraging his amorous, wandering touches whilst you blissfully sigh, “Promise?”

Billy pulls away from your neck and meets your gaze, smiling softly, and nods his head in confirmation. He then stands abruptly, catching you off guard, before holding his hands out and smiling warmly at you, “C’mon, petal. Let me take care of you.” 

You look up at him with a playful pout and sigh, “I have to get up?” 

He nods, his soft smile widening into an amused grin, before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whisper into your ear, “I’ll make it worth your while.” You feel a shiver up your spine at that honest promise and, not trusting your own voice, you opt for simply reaching out to gently grasp his outstretched hands with your own in response.

Mere moments later, you find yourself sprawled out on your bed, lying on your back, completely naked, with your head resting in your boyfriend’s lap. Whether it was out of solidarity or simply to tease you, Billy has stripped off his clothes as well, enabling you to feel his stiffening cock pressing against the back of your head. Though, he makes no move to relieve himself, simply content with massaging your scalp as he looks down at you lovingly. 

“Close your eyes, darling,” he requests softly, as he moves his hands down to gently rub your temples, relieving the dull ache that’s formed there as a result of you unintentionally clenching your jaw throughout the workday. You sigh blissfully as you oblige, your eyes effortlessly fluttering shut. You feel your weight sink further into the plush mattress as Billy begins to massage your sore masseter muscles, relaxing you even further. 

“Feels good, love?” He asks, his tone soft and sweet. You opt for simply nodding wordlessly, too blissed out to respond verbally, making him chuckle breathily. 

Once your overworked cheek muscles have gone pliant and relaxed, Billy reaches for the massage oil, applying some to his hands. The massage oil took you by surprise when he first pulled it out of the top drawer in his nightstand, as you were previously unaware that he’d purchased it. The unbroken seal told you it was likely a recent purchase. The emboldened text reading ‘100% edible’ on the label revealed that his thoughts might not have been all that innocent when he bought it. Upon seeing the suggestive text, your mind began to conjure up lewd images of him licking the thin oil off various parts of your body, sending a rush of slick desire between your folds. That wetness now smears along the inside of your thighs as you clench them together, desperate for some relief. 

The massage oil smells vaguely earthy in a way that only enhances your relaxation as he moves his hands down to gently work the muscles in your neck and shoulders, eliciting another sigh from you, this one bordering on a moan and making his cock twitch beneath you. It’s oddly comforting to know that your suffering is mutual, that he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him. 

Although, he seems relatively content to prolong your shared suffering as he moves on from your loosened neck and shoulder muscles, reaching down to gently grasp your dominant hand in both of his as he begins massaging the strained muscles there. You sigh in a way that betrays your mounting frustration, causing him to emit another breathy chuckle. 

“Be patient, petal,” he chides you gently, his tone a perfect mixture of amusement and fondness. 

“You said you wanted to touch me,” you huff. 

“I am touching you,” he softly replies whilst releasing one hand to massage the other. His response has you opening your eyes briefly to fix him with a half-hearted glare. 

“Let me take my time with you, please,” he pleads, as if he’s not the one in control here. 

“Alright,” you readily concede as he releases your other hand. 

Billy then begins to massage your arms, with his nimble hands working the muscles in each of them, starting at your wrists and gradually working up to your shoulders. You sigh contentedly as he effortlessly moves his oil-slick hands down to your chest; however, your tone soon gains a slightly exasperated edge when he pauses to sweetly ask, “May I touch you here, love?”

You usually appreciate that Billy always takes the time to ask you for your permission, that he constantly checks in with you to make sure you’re alright. However, right now, your impatient and incessant yearning makes it hard not to get annoyed with his constant pausing. 

“Billy, please,” you whine desperately, “you can touch me anywhere, everywhere; just please touch me.” 

Billy gulps around the lump forming in his throat due to your beautiful begging and swiftly succumbs to your pleading, gently grasping and kneading your breasts, finally offering you some relief. You moan softly when he briefly pauses his ministrations to toy with the stiff peaks of your nipples. As if they have a mind of their own, your thighs relax and fall apart as your hips buck upwards, desperately seeking friction. The cool air hitting your slick-covered folds makes you shiver. The subtle movement only makes the sight before Billy more enticing for him. He can’t help but let out a guttural groan at the sight of you all spread out and desperate for him, your hips bucking up needily, exposing more of yourself to him. Your eyes flutter open once more at the sweet sound, and you look up to find him staring at your sex, transfixed by the way your wetness glimmers in the dim light of the lamps on your nightstands. 

“Billy,” you call out softly. He looks down at you with wide eyes, his pupils blown out by lust, almost entirely overtaking his rich, chocolate-coloured irises. “Kiss me,” you plead, and, with urgency, he shifts slightly to a more comfortable position before leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss starts simple and sweet but soon devolves into something much more sloppy and desperate, with you both moaning into it softly. Despite getting readily swept up in the passion of the kiss, Billy doesn’t let it distract from his ultimate goal of making you feel good, continuing to knead the pliant fat of your tits all the while. 

“Please,” you whisper in between kisses. 

Although it’s only a single word, Billy knows precisely what you’re asking for and finds himself unable to deny you any further, not that he was ever really trying to in the first place. His hands slowly slip down your abdomen toward where you need his touch most. You shiver with delight as he rubs his hands down the length of your pussy before slowly dragging them back up, kneading the puffy lips that surround your folds and gently pushing them together, putting subtle, indirect pressure on your clit as he glides his hands upwards to your mound whilst maintaining his kneading strokes. 

The whine you let out in response is purely sinful, and the sound of it has him yearning to completely give in to you. Billy can only content himself to massage your sex for so long before he becomes powerless to stop himself from giving you what you desire most. You both blissfully sigh as he runs the tips of his right hand’s two middle fingers up your slit, collecting the wetness there. Billy then spreads your slick around your clit as he uses those same fingertips to rub tight circles on your tumescent bud, finally providing you with the stimulation you’ve been craving ever since he began trailing kisses on your neck whilst the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa. The swirling pressure on your clit has your hips jerking as you briefly break the kiss to let out a wanton moan. 

“Fuck, Billy,” you whimper needily as you roll your hips, grinding up into his gentle but firm touch. 

“You’re so good to me, love,” he whines breathlessly. The statement itself is sort of paradoxical, given that he’s the one pleasuring you; however, in your current blissed-out state, you fail to note the irony. 

As you roll and swivel your hips slowly, increasing the pressure on your clit, your pleasure suddenly increases tenfold when Billy begins using his free hand to lavish your tits with attention, alternating between kneading the fat and toying with the nipples of each one. 

“Love you, Billy,” you moan softly as you shift your gaze to look up at him in awe, finding him already gazing down at you with a look of profound adoration, the perfect mixture of reverence and affection. In Billy’s eyes, you are — and always have been — as close to a deity as a person can get, your grace rivaling that of even the most revered saints, prophets, and shamans, the compassion you show him outweighing that of anyone he’s ever known, even on your worst days. However, at this moment, with the way you’re calling out to him and baring yourself so vulnerably, your divinity becomes even more evident than before. And, if the sparkle in your eyes is any indication, Billy suspects that his adoration is amply reciprocated; the mere idea of that has a rosy blush spreading across the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks. 

“I love you too, baby, so much,” he softly replies whilst smoothing the hand that was previously teasing your breasts — his left hand — back down your torso, using the pads of his fingers to tease your folds once his hand reaches its desired destination. Meanwhile, the two middle fingers of his right hand pick up their pace, their pads swirling round your clit more swiftly than before. However, the pressure they’re applying to the engorged bud never wanes. 

Your moans grow louder and higher in pitch, conveying your neediness. Billy knows you need more, and he’s more than happy to give it to you. He teases your entrance with the tips of his left hand’s fingers before easing the middle one inside, causing you to mewl wantonly as your hips lift off the bed, forcing his thick finger deeper inside your wet heat. You reach up and grip his thighs, sure to leave behind the indents of your nails as you desperately cling to him, though Billy doesn’t really mind. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his pale skin provides him with a much stronger sensation than the pressure of your head still resting gently on his stiffening cock, allowing him to focus on that more intense sensation rather than the heavenly one in his lap. Billy then eases his ring finger in as well, curling both fingers just slightly so he can reach that magical place inside you — that special spot that never fails to make you cry out in pleasure — whilst he begins to thrust his fingers. At first, Billy sets a slow pace, wanting to ease you into your release, but his carnal desire to see you completely unravel soon takes over, leading him to work up to a pace that matches how he rubs your clit; fast and hard. 

Feeling the tips of his fingers stimulating your two most sensitive points, the internal and the external, has the coil in the pit of your belly wound tight, nearly ready to snap, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. You opt to show your appreciation by turning your head to the side to press warm, wet kisses to the inside of one of Billy’s thighs, making his breath hitch in turn. 

“Love you so much, Billy. ‘M so close,” you babble mindlessly in between kisses. 

“I know, baby. Can feel you squeezing me,” he moans softly, the sound bordering on a whine, as he leans forward to press sweet kisses to your forehead and cheeks, “doing so good, love. Just need you to let go, baby. Please? Need you to cum f’me, yeah?”

You can only manage to nod in response, no longer able to get the words out as your pleasure mounts to impossible heights. Your whole body thrums with pleasure, muscles spasming and legs shaking as your climax nears. The sounds you’re making are truly divine, so melodic and alluring that they have poor Billy nearing his own release. He’s moments away from cumming in your pretty hair just from the sounds you’re making and the gentle pressure of your head resting on his crotch. Wanting to make you cum before he does, he begins to fuck his fingers into you with increased fervour, all whilst trying desperately to refrain from grinding his stubborn, needy cock against the back of your head. 

“Let go, petal. Cum for me,” Billy says, attempting to encourage you, though his voice can barely be heard over your loud, lewd moaning. His encouragement seems to work, nevertheless, as your back arches off the bed and the coil in your belly finally succumbs to the pressure and snaps, a rush of slick oozing out of your weeping hole when you cum. Billy works you through your orgasm deftly, prolonging your pleasure until you finally go limp, whimpering from overstimulation. 

As you descend from what seem to be clouds, from how high you felt, Billy continues to pamper and take care of you. He eases out from under you, gently placing a pillow under your head to compensate for the absence of his lap before moving down to slot himself between your legs. Billy applies some more massage oil to his hands before carefully grabbing one of your legs — still shaking and twitching from your forceful release — and lifting it to rest on his shoulder. He then begins to skillfully massage the overworked muscles of your calf, still sore from your walk home hours ago. The sensation of him gently kneading the knots out of your muscles has you moaning softly, and Billy melts at the sound. He deftly eases his slick hands up to your thigh, massaging the muscles there until they go lax under his touch, then moving down to rub the achy sole of your foot. The moan you let out at the feeling of his thumbs gently but firmly digging into the arch of your foot is nothing short of sinful. It has Billy’s stubborn cock throbbing, yearning for friction, for release. However, he refuses to succumb to temptation, too determined to see this through, to completely and properly care for his overworked, fatigued darling. If you were in your right mind, you might admire Billy’s surprisingly strong willpower, but you’re too far gone to notice anything other than the feeling of his hands on your skin and the loving look in his eyes. 

Gently, Billy returns your leg to its resting position, swapping it out for the other one so he can also knead the strained muscles there. Once again, he begins at your calf, easing the aches, before moving on to your quivering thigh muscles. Finally, he massages the sole of your other foot, firmly working out the knots there. Once your muscles have relaxed completely, he presses a chaste, warm kiss to both the arch of your foot and the spot underneath your ankle bone before gently setting your leg back down onto the mattress. 

“You alright, love?” He asks softly as he leans forward to smatter kisses across your chest, occasionally pausing to lap at your oil-slicked breasts. 

“Mhm,” you hum, “Yeah, ’m alright,” you reassure him with a blissful sigh whilst you reach down to toy with his slightly damp locks. 

“Was that good?” He questions somewhat bashfully. 

You hum your confirmation before responding verbally, “Was wonderful. You did so well, angel, made me feel so good.”

“Think you can roll over for me so I can get your back?” Billy inquires whilst pausing his ministrations to look up at you adoringly. 

“Billy, you don’t have to,” you trail off, feeling slightly guilty about how much he’s doting on you. 

“I know,” he replies simply as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, “Just want to.” 

“You’re far too good to me, baby,” you sigh dreamily. 

“Nah, ’m not. You deserve the whole world, dove. ‘M just giving you what I can,” he says sweetly whilst flashing you a kind smile that spreads a delightful warmth throughout your chest.

“Now quit stalling and roll over,” he says teasingly as he peers down at you with a faux annoyed glare. 

You huff, feigning exasperation. As you heed his request, the swell of your bum inadvertently brushes against Billy’s stiff cock, causing him to reflexively buck his hips, chasing the heavenly friction. He groans out hoarsely as he wills his hips to still. 

“That’s not fair,” he grumbles out gruffly as he shifts to straddle your hips, giving him ample access to the expanse of your back. You giggle at his pouty remark as you settle into your new position, your arms interlocked atop your pillow as you rest your head on them. Once you both have fully settled, Billy applies just a bit more massage oil to ensure his hands will easily glide along your skin. Then, he gets to work on massaging the sore muscles of your back. He starts with your neck and shoulders, alternating between kneading out the knots with the pads of his thumbs and his knuckles, depending on their severity. Billy then glides his hands down to your upper back, just past your shoulders, and begins to work out the kinks in the muscles there. If it weren’t for the feeling of his stubborn hard-on resting warmly on your bum and the way he subtly ruts into you occasionally, the experience would likely be purely wholesome. However, even with his attentive doting, his neediness bleeds through as much as your own, once again tainting the otherwise innocent endeavour with a hint of sensuality. 

By the time he reaches the lowest point of your back, you’ve both begun to emit soft moans and blissful sighs, the sweet, melodic sounds serving as relaxing background music. Once he’s finally finished kneading your back muscles into submission, you’re confident that Billy will finally give in to temptation and fuck you. When he nudges your legs apart and shifts downward to slot between them, you’re sure your partner is right where you want him, unable to resist you any longer. However, Billy surprises you when, rather than lining his cock up with your entrance, he simply lays down between your legs, propping himself up on his elbows as he begins to massage the backs of your thighs. You look back at him over your shoulder quizzically, making him giggle and smile impishly. 

“Told you I wanted to take my time with you, love,” he murmurs teasingly before leaning forward to trail kisses along the inside of your left thigh. Meanwhile, he glides his hands up to the plump fat of your arse. He starts kneading the flesh there, alternating between coasting his hands up, in an outward motion — spreading your round cheeks and exposing the most intimate parts of you to himself — and rubbing in a downwards motion, inadvertently pushing the globes of your arse back together as he squeezes the plush fat and sore muscles there. Billy would be entirely content to just lay there, watching in awe as the smooth skin of your rear, now shiny from the oil on his hands, submits to his firm touch. He’s always found it hard to pick his favourite part of you, given how wonderful every single part of you is. Still, if he was forced to choose, he’s sure his first instinct would be to choose your bum simply because of how voluptuous and lovely it is. It’s certainly not the plumpest he’s ever seen; the man did spend years looking at porn daily just to have something to do. Still, it’s his favourite, not just because it’s yours, though that certainly does sweeten the deal. It’s his favourite because of how beautiful it is, with its various dimples and stretch marks. He especially loves the lone freckle that resides on one of the plump globes, constantly calling out to him to place a kiss atop it. Once again, he finds himself powerless to refuse its call, leaning over with pursed lips to cover it in a warm smooch, making you giggle. Not to mention, the first time he had the pleasure of fucking you, he’d had to take you from behind due to the inconvenient location; a small guest bathroom in a mutual friend’s modest London flat. As a result, your arse has gained this sort of sentimental value in his eyes because whenever he sees it, it reminds him of the first time you’d met, the first time you’d had sex together, and, subsequently, the first time in all the twenty-six years of his life that his cock had felt the warm embrace of something other than his own hand. 

You’re well aware of his quirky fondness for your behind. Honestly, it has you worried that perhaps he might neglect to give either of you any lasting relief tonight, instead opting to lavish your bum with an inordinate amount of attention. It sounds silly, sure, but you wouldn’t put it past him to do precisely that. Of course, he wouldn’t do it out of malicious intent; instead, Billy would simply get so caught up with the absolute treasure that is your bum that he’d completely forget anything and everything else he was doing. 

Fortunately for you, however, Billy notices your anguish, fully aware of how your hips have begun to rut into the mattress, seeking relief in the form of friction, and decides to end your torment. So, he leans forward to lick a long strip across your slit, starting at your mound and ending at the tiny expanse of skin that separates your two holes, parting your folds with his tongue as he does so. The caress of his wet muscle has you reeling whilst you grip the pillow beneath you tightly and moan a wordless plea, begging for more. Ever the people pleaser, Billy happily obliges as he uses his hands to spread the globes of your arse apart, indirectly pulling your folds apart as well, diving in to lap eagerly at your sopping wet cunt. He starts off slow, lapping up your wetness gingerly, moaning as the heady flavour he loves so much dances across his taste buds. 

“Taste so good, love,” he moans wantonly, the sound muffled by your flesh, “so warm and wet and sweet. Pussy’s so sweet f’me, baby.” 

Billy’s babbling; he knows he is. Still, he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed, not when your scent and taste overwhelm his senses, making him dizzy with lust. Yearning for more of your flavour, he eases his tongue inside your entrance, thrusting it in deeply as he curls it to lap at your walls, his wet muscle fighting against the strength of your clenching hole. He lets out the most sinfully saccharine moan you’ve ever heard whilst he devours you. 

“’S good, baby? Am I making you feel good?” Billy asks; he’s yearning for your approval, for your praise. 

“God- fuck- Billy, you’re so good. Making me feel so good,” you mewl as you ride his tongue, your hips bucking of their own accord. Your salacious praise has him whimpering into your snatch; the knowledge that he is the one making you feel like this, that he’s the one pleasing you, causes a prideful heat to bloom in his chest, rise through his throat, and spread all across his head, dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears in a rosy pink colour.

He removes his tongue, easing it out of your hole and swiftly replacing it with one of his thick fingers before you can even begin to complain about your newfound emptiness. With his tongue now freed, he murmurs, “Want you to cum again, love. Need to make you cum like this before I fuck you,” before latching onto your clit and fervently suckling at the engorged nub, bringing you more pleasure than any one of those fancy, rose-shaped clitoral stimulators ever could. Billy’s bold words have you mewling and whining pathetically, but, much like him, you can’t find it in you to be embarrassed. 

He adds another thick finger to your greedy hole, curling them both just slightly, just as you taught him to, and thrusting them deep. Unbeknownst to you, Billy’s become determined to make you unravel in a rare, special way; he wants you to soak him. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about your boyfriend over these past several months, it’s that he can be surprisingly tenacious when given the proper motivation. It just so happens that your ability to squirt, when given ample stimulation, is his new favourite motivator. 

With his free hand, he grasps your hip, encouraging you to continue rutting against his face. “That’s it, petal, there you go,” he praises you between the flicks and strokes of his tongue on your clit, “grind on my face ’til you cum.” 

His newfound confidence, along with the combined sensations of him lapping at your clit and fingering your cunt, has the coil in your belly again winding tight. Though, this time, it feels different in a way you can’t quite describe with words. Simply put, it feels more, more intense, more captivating, and undoubtedly more significant. You don’t often feel this all-consuming sensation, so it doesn’t take long to identify what it alludes to. Once you realise what’s happening, your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops to let out a moan so loud and lascivious that it nearly makes Billy cum all on its own. Luckily, he manages to stave off his premature release by rising to his knees, sitting on his haunches with his face still buried in your cunt as he lifts his hips off the mattress, robbing his needy cock of any friction. 

“Billy, fuck, fuck,” you gasp and pant breathlessly whilst your legs shake, the meat of your thighs jiggling with the motion, providing Billy with a stunning view in his peripherals. 

“Christ, Billy, please,” you whine as you look back at him over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his in a lustful gaze. “Can’t- gonna make a mess,” you whimper pathetically.

He groans lowly at your words and the implication behind them. You meant them more as a warning, urging your lover to ease up before you soil the sheets with your release. However, Billy takes them as more of a promise, an incentive to keep going. 

“Make a mess of me, petal. Need you to soak me,” he encourages you, though his lilting tone makes it sound more like begging. Once again, you find yourself compelled to give in to Billy. How could you possibly deny the man you love something he desires so ardently? 

You moan wantonly whilst clutching your pillow so tightly that the skin of your knuckles goes three shades lighter than usual. “So close, baby,” you promise him, “gonna cum for you. Just need more.” 

You don’t specify what you need more of, yet Billy gets the point anyways. He latches onto your clit once more, swirling his tongue round it in tight circles as he sucks on it. Occasionally, his teeth scrape against your nub so gently that it only heightens your pleasure. However, the actual source of your unraveling comes in the form of him finally giving in to his innermost desires and gently nipping at your sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure, with a deliciously minimal hint of pain, coursing through you. 

The profound sensation has a rush of fluid squirting out of your cunt, soaking the sheets beneath you as you practically scream out of pleasure. Meanwhile, Billy watches in awe whilst he works you through your powerful release. This is only the second time he’s made you squirt in the entire history of your relationship. The sight of it has a mixture of pride and wonderment swelling in his chest, especially since he didn’t need the aid of a toy to make it happen this time. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop ravishing your spasming sex, until you finally reach down and gently push him away, the constant stimulation becoming too much for you to bear. 

You both pant feverishly, finally able to catch your breath in the stillness afforded by your brief refractory period. Billy massages the backs of your thighs, easing the tension there as he sits back on his haunches and looks down in awe at the mess he’s made of you and, consequently, of your bed. 

“I love you,” He murmurs whilst leaning forward to trail warm kisses up your back, following the barely pronounced ridges of your spine. 

“Love you too, Billygoat,” you slur out dopily, drunk on the pleasure he’s given you. Billy giggles, truly giggles, both at your silly nickname for him and at the blissed-out tone in which you utter it. 

“D’you want to be done for the night? Or d’you think you can handle some more?” He asks you, sweetly checking in with you like he always does. 

You look at him like he’s grown a second head and reply, “Are you joking? ‘Course, I want more.” Your bewildered tone has him giggling all over again. You can’t help but marvel at the way the slight pudge of his tummy adorably quivers as he laughs. There was a time when that little bit of chub didn’t exist, back when he wasn’t eating well, back when you’d first met him, and though you’d loved him all the same without it, you can’t help but prefer this new, fuller form of his. He looks healthy like this — well fed and cared for — and, in the most perverted-yet-still-somewhat-wholesome way possible, it drives you mad. 

“Billy,” you softly call out to him, causing his giggles to wane. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna try something I read about,” you confess somewhat shyly. 

He leans over to kiss your cheek before nuzzling into the space between your shoulder blades. “What’s that, lovey?” He murmurs.

“Put a pillow under my pelvis? Please?” You ask in an adorably polite tone. 

Billy grins impishly, knowing precisely what you’re after, having seen that trick in some of the pornos he used to watch. He wordlessly heeds your request, grabbing one of the plush pillows from his side of the bed, gently lifting your hips, and surprising you with such a casual display of strength as he slots the pillow under your pelvis, causing your hips to angle upwards just slightly. 

Billy breathes a dreamy sigh at the sight of you, all spread out and waiting for him. In times like this, he can hardly believe you’re real, that you’re actually here with him, that you actually want him. However, the way you’re gazing at him right now, peering at him over your shoulder with a look of tender adoration, quickly assuages his doubts. You’re real, you truly are here with Billy, you love him just as much as he loves you, and you want this just as much as he does; all he has to do is take it, take you. 

Billy smooths his palms along the soft flesh of your hips as he softly asks, “condom or no condom?” 

It’s a reasonable question to ask. The two of you have only made love without a condom a couple of times before, once on his birthday, once on yours. Of course, both of you would like to forgo condoms indefinitely. However, you’ve been known to forget to take your pill occasionally. So, since neither of you really wants a kid right now, you two continue to use them regularly, just to be safe. But you’ve been exceedingly good lately, not forgetting to take your pill at all these last two months, and you can’t help but think you deserve a reward for all your effort. 

“No condom. Wanna feel you, Billy,” you reply in a whiny, pleading tone that has Billy’s eyes rolling back. Who is he to refuse such a good, pretty little thing like yourself? 

He gently rubs his tip along your slit, briefly bumping into your hypersensitive clit, causing you to mewl and squirm needily. Billy’s quick to oblige your wordless pleas, gently easing the head of his cock inside your entrance; it slides in almost effortlessly, thanks to your previous orgasms. The sigh Billy lets out as he slowly slides into you, feeling your warm, wet walls welcome him in, is shaky and breathless. He smooths an oil-slicked hand up the length of your spine as he gradually bottoms out, leisurely giving you inch-by-inch of his shaft as if he’s simply content to continue taking his precious time with you.

Really, though, Billy’s fighting the urge to fill you up all at once with one quick snap of his hips; to take what he needs from you. The muscles of hips and thighs twitch as he restrains himself, using every ounce of willpower to keep himself from fucking you brutishly, pile-driving you into the mattress. He wants to take things slow, needs to take things slow, or else this will all be over far too soon, and all that build-up will amount to minimal payoff. Billy can’t have that; he refuses to give you anything less than his best. This is his opportunity to take care of you, to provide you with what you need, and he won’t take it for granted, not after all you’ve done to care for him. 

When Billy finally bottoms out inside your slick, still-spasming cunt, the two of you let out synchronous moans, both so high-pitched and needy that they could almost be considered whimpers. The feeling of your pulsing, silky walls gripping him so tightly is nearly enough to send him over the edge. So, to make this last, Billy has to hold himself back once again; he has to give himself time to acclimate to the overwhelming feeling. He leans forward, his chest presses against your back, whilst he presses warm, sloppy kisses to every part of you that lies within his reach: your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, all of it. Meanwhile, he murmurs soft, sweet praises to you. 

“Feels good, love. You always feel so good.”

“God, I can - fuck - I can feel you, feel your pussy fluttering round my cock.”

“You look so beautiful, baby. My pretty petal always looks so lovely f’me.”

Each one has you whimpering softly, has butterflies fluttering in your tummy, and has your walls clenching around him greedily. Billy’s only digging his own grave, making you grip him like that. It’s nearly enough to make him cum, but, fuck, he can’t stop; you deserve to know how good you are and to be worshipped like this. 

“Billy, please,” you mewl desperately, rocking your hips slightly to encourage him to move. 

“I know, baby,” he coos reassuringly, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek whilst he rests his forehead gently against your temple. “I’ve got you, love,” Billy promises as he slowly begins to roll his hips, thrusting his cock inside your wet heat, “‘M gonna make it so good for you, petal, I promise.” 

“’S already good, angel, ’s already so good,” you mewl, equal parts desire and reassurance. 

The feeling of his shaft dragging along your walls with each thrust, of his tip hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl, of his heavy balls colliding with your tumescent, tingling clit, is enough to send you into overdrive. Yet it’s still, somehow, not enough; you need more. 

“Billy,” you whine pathetically whilst looking back at him with an adorable pout, the kind that you know he can’t resist. As always, the petulant expression has him caving instantly as he leans forward, capturing your lips with his own in a passionate kiss; however, it’s a bit sloppy due to the awkward angle. 

“What d’you need from me, love?” Billy murmurs against your lips, his soft, low tone making you melt. 

“Need you to fuck me harder, Billy,” you plead pitifully.

Whatever Billy was expecting you to say, it certainly wasn’t that. Your boldness catches him off guard, has him throwing his head back with a loud, lewd moan. As much as he wants to take things slow, to memorize the feeling of your walls gripping him whilst he makes love to you, he’s powerless to deny you. You’ve bewitched him, beguiled him to the point where he’ll give you anything, do anything for you; all you need to do is ask. You have Billy wrapped around your finger; he’s utterly devoted to you and irrevocably yours. He even tells you as much as he pulls away, sitting up on his knees and firmly grasping your hips, pulling you back on his cock as he begins to pound into you just the way you want him to. 

“Love you so much. God- fuck- I love you so much, petal,” he rasps. 

The force of his thrusts swiftly turns those melodic, lilting moans you love so much into the deep, somewhat raspy grunts that never fail to drive you mad. The sound of skin slapping against skin as his pelvis repeatedly collides with the globes of your arse fills the room, along with the wet, smacking noises made by his cock driving into your slick heat and the dull thump of your headboard hitting the wall. It’s a chorus of sweet, blissful depravity that only increases Billy’s newfound fervour. 

“Fuck, baby,” Billy groans deeply whilst reaching round one of your hips to play with your sensitive little bud, swirling the tips of his fingers on it in tight, fast circles, “Wanna live inside this pretty little pussy. ’S always so warm ‘n wet for me.” 

You simply mewl in response, too far gone, too fucked out to form any coherent response. Billy’s usually vocal in bed, unable to stifle his loud moans and whines, but he’s rarely so brazenly talkative. He’s usually more unsure, constantly checking in and making sure he’s doing a good job. So, it’s always a treat when he gets like this; confident, daring, and maybe even a little cocky. 

When you look back at him over your shoulder, you spot his tongue curled up against his upper lip, a telltale sign of the effort he’s putting into fucking you hard. Were it anyone else, you might giggle at the way their tongue can’t seem to stay in their mouth, but with him, coupled with the sweaty glaze he’s coated in and the way his muscles flex as he drives his cock into you, it seems to only add to the appeal. Billy’s brutish grunts fill the room as he fucks you, and you find that you love the uncharacteristically deep, raspy sounds emitting from him just as much as his dulcet moans.

“God, Billy,” you mewl pitifully. 

“’S good? You like it when I fuck you hard, petal?” Billy asks as he leans forward to press a sloppy kiss to your shoulder. 

Your mouth falls open with a loud, lascivious moan as you nod meekly. At the same time, your legs begin to shake as the coil in your stomach winds tightly for the last time tonight; your climax approaching swiftly. Billy can tell, can feel how close you are in the way your tight heat clenches around him, like your walls are trying to milk his cock. Your pussy has his thick cock locked in a vice grip, one that he has to fight against the force of as he continues to pump into you, and the feeling of it sends him hurtling toward his own peak. 

“‘M so close, dove,” Billy warns you, his grunts morphing back into his desperate, lilting moans as his pleasure mounts.

He leans forward to lavish your neck with kisses, moaning wantonly in your ear whilst continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it; like the only thing he needs in this world is to feel your greedy sex pulsing around his cock. 

“You gonna cum with me, baby? Need you to cum with me, love,” Billy pleads, fucking into you fervently as he groans lowly. 

You whimper as you look back at him and nod. He offers you a soft, encouraging smile that doesn’t quite match the lechery of this moment but warms your heart all the same. The warmth blooming in your chest seems to grow more prominent when Billy presses a tender kiss to your shoulder and another to the crown of your head. 

“Doing so good f’me, love. Taking my cock so well. ’S like it was made f’you, made to fill your- fuck- your sweet pussy,” Billy praises you in between his wanton moaning. 

“It was,” you whimper pathetically, “it’s mine. ’S just for me.” 

Your possessiveness never fails to make Billy melt. However, it is a bit unnecessary; Billy’s been yours, solely yours, ever since you first spoke to him. You’d found him cowering in a corner at a mutual friend’s party, the same one he’d fucked you at later on in the night, and made it your mission to get him to open up to you, to get him to have some fun. If the nearly ten months you’ve been together are anything to show for it, your unspoken mission was obviously a smashing success. 

“That's right, baby. ’S just for you, only for you,” he cuts himself off with a needy groan, “It’s yours, love. I’m yours.” 

“I love you, Billy,” you moan weakly. It’s the only warning you give before you cum, the coil in your belly finally snapping as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you, making your muscles twitch whilst a loud, lewd wail of pleasure tumble past your parted lips. The incessant clenching of your walls has the fluids of your release gushing forcefully out of your sex, coating you and Billy’s thighs in a warm, glossy sheen. That same clenching of your sex is also what leads to his own unraveling. 

Billy’s head rests between your shoulder blades whilst he lets out a series of wet moans and pornographic whimpers, his orgasm hitting him abruptly and intensely. His hips stutter as he pumps his throbbing cock inside you, shooting rope after rope of cum into your fluttering cunt; however, they finally still when the sensation becomes too much for him. Billy collapses on top of you, careful not to put too much weight on you, as he lets your spasming walls milk him dry, painting them with the last of his release as he fills you to the brim. 

The two of you remain like that, still tangled up in each other and unmoving, whilst coming down from your mutual highs, both of you fighting to catch your breaths. It isn’t until Billy begins smattering needy kisses along your neck and shoulders that you start to stir, wanting to roll over so you can kiss his handsome face. He takes the hint, removing the pillow from under your pelvis and easing his softening cock out of your cunt. The sudden movement makes you both hiss, each far too sensitive for such stimulation, but it’s over soon. Of course, even with your hypersensitivity, you whine at the loss of Billy’s cock, missing the feeling of fullness that only he can provide. Your petulance makes Billy chuckle whilst he helps you roll over, knowing you’re too worn out to manage that feat on your own. 

You sigh blissfully once you’re face-to-face with Billy again. His beautiful brown eyes, not unlike those of a young calf, gaze down at you adoringly, making you beam up at him happily. 

“Hi, handsome,” you greet him softly as you reach up to run your fingers through his light brown hair, still tinted with strawberry blonde highlights from the summer sun, though it’s been months since anyone around here saw that flighty sun. 

Billy giggles at your hazy silliness whilst he replies, “Hi, petal.” 

“Kiss me?” You ask simply, your tone soft and sugary sweet. 

“I’d be honoured,” he murmurs teasingly before leaning down to capture your lips in a languid embrace. The kiss is so tender and saccharine that you both moan softly into it. You part your lips for Billy, letting him deepen the kiss as you wrap your arms and legs round him, encouraging him to fully rest his weight on you. He’s like your own personal weighted blanket. Interestingly, you’d previously never really understood the appeal of weighted blankets, believing them to be suffocating and restrictive, at least not until you cuddled with Billy for the first time and realized how delightful it can be to have such a warm, soft weight pressing against you, holding you down and keeping you safe from the outside world. 

Unfortunately, the feeling of the soaked sheets clinging to your skin soon pulls you out of your blissful state. You groan as you reluctantly break away from Billy’s kiss. 

“We gotta get up and change these sheets, Billygoat; feels icky,” you inform him with your face pulled into a tight grimace, clearly conveying your discomfort. 

“Yeah,” Billy groans in agreement as he pulls away from you, rising up to sit back on his haunches as he peers down at you with a wry smile. 

“We’ve gotta get you in the shower, too,” he reminds you whilst he climbs out of bed, coming to stand on his slightly unsteady legs. He then turns to face the bed again, looking down at you. 

“I lied to you earlier,” Billy says, continuing his previous line of thought, “You reek, babe.”

The gasp you let out in response to his remark is wholly indignant, aptly conveying your faux offense as you launch a stray pillow at him. It thwacks Billy in the chest, making him drop his deadpan façade as he bursts into giggles. 

You climb out of bed on your own shaky legs as you playfully threaten, “You’re gonna be so sorry for that, Billy Knight!” 

“Dove, I was kidding!” Billy shrieks giddily whilst making a break for it, running out of the room with you not far behind him, still giggling as he attempts to evade whatever playful punishment you have in store for him. He manages to put some distance between the two of you when he wisely fakes you out, making it look like he’s going to turn into the bathroom before running off in the opposite direction, towards the kitchen. 

“You’re lucky I love you, Billiam!” You huff out, doing your best to stifle your own giggles. Billy’s laughing increases tenfold at the sound of the odd little nickname you’ve given him. 

Billy’s giggles subside as he suddenly pokes his head round the corner and into the hall, fixing you with a genuinely fond smile, catching you off guard. 

You halt in place as Billy softly says, “I love you too, petal.” 

God, he is unreasonably adorable. 

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putting symbols at the end so hopefully tumblr won't cut off the last paragraph!!

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[emocl0wnpp]

Okay so because i just have too much shit to share

BAM

Little infopost about my main ship :D

How they met:

In short, Claws stumbled into Jack's circus while running away from the police and campers(in her story Jack's circus is in a forest), and Jack decided to play a few jokes and tricks with her...though once he realized she meant no actual harm he let her stay until she was safe.

After that they just sort of...stuck together as partners in crime(later on Jill joined too but she ain't important here((sorry Jill ily)) ) and slowly but surely became friends..and then they realized that they liked eachother,though it took them quite a few months to,first of all accept it (with Jack not wanting to be abandoned again, and Claws being having commitment and trust issues after what her ex did),and second of all,to actually confess to eachother.

But after a lot of pushing from friends on both ends, Jack ended up confessing first and they lived happily after :D

Fun fact time!!

Like in the picture, Jack is the big spoon and Claws is the little spoon...even if she's much taller

Claws always sleeps on his chest,ALWAYS

She drools,leaving huge puddles on his chest,and on top of that she snores...LOUD

Jack LOVES that she's a plush doll..she's soft as hell,though her skin is cold,which balances out Jack's warm af body temp.

Jack finds it hilarious that Claws is absolutely obsessed with Pennywise while dating him(and fought for her attention with her plushes a few times)

Claws often scoops him up in her arms and refuses to let him go(not like he'd want to leave anyway)

Black cat and racoon duo!!

The olive theory. (Claws loves olives while Jack hates them)

She wrote poems about him and drew him in secret before they started dating...she still does it but it's no secret anymore lmao

They're married and have 2 kids

Since Claws is a cannibal, Jack always makes sure to stack up on guts(her favourite food besides like...human food-)

FOREHEAD KISSES!!

She always cooks and refuses to let Jack in the kitchen(he set it on fire by accident)

Claws,having hungarian blood in her non exsistent veins, made him taste many hungarian dishes

And Jack surprisingly likes them

Jack makes candy specifically for her all the time and hides it in her work bag

Claws often calls him "szerelmem"(it means my love in hungarian....if you couldn't tell i'm also hungarian and im totally not projecting)

And Jack calls her candy and sweets related nicknames (muffin,gumdrop,muffincake you get it)

After Claws got comfortable with physical touch again she never let him go,always kisses him. Probably more clingy than he is

With that said, he ALWAYS wraps his arms around her waist....since he can't really reach anything else

Jack got her name tattooed impulsively as a surprise,so just in case something bad would happen Claws got his name tattooed as well(don't ask how they tattooed a plus doll)

Killing spree dates<3

Jack always snuggles up to her whenever he can,doesn't matter if she's cooking,reading,showering,in the middle of gutting someone, he must hug her

Matching "im with stupid"(Claws' half) and "im stupid"(Jack's half) shirts

Jack always tries to cheer her up with magic tricks and jokes. Surprisingly they work nearly everytime

Claws always takes care of his wounds,and Jack always stitches her when needed

Jack takes photos of her in secret

And watches her sleep whenever he can't

A playlist for my goobers

And the two kids in question,Liam and Lau :D

(Small fun fact abt them: even if Liam looks more like his dad he acts a lot like his mom,and Lau looks more like her mom but acts like her dad and even more like Jill-)

[plaindangan]

When Himiko learned that Kokichi does NNN she was surprised with how much he normally fucks, breeds and cums. It was especially frustrating to Himiko who tried to tease him the whole month into fucking her as he acted as her magic assistant but to no avail. When December 1st came along she expected him to get his revenge on her but nothing happened, nor on the 2nd. Himiko wondered if Kokichi had really done the NNN challenge after all and was just teasing her by denying to fuck her.

Then her birthday on December 3rd came and after the birthday party was over she realized Kokichi hadn't even given her a gift. Pouting she entered her room after the long day only to find a certain supreme leader waiting in her room, a massive twitching cock raised high and equally massive swollen pulsating balls. Turns out Kokichi had remembered to get her a gift, a month of pent up libido and cum with every intention to leave Himiko bred multiple times over. Oh, also a pair of engagement rings, in case her soon to be swollen belly didn't make it clear who was claiming her.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

(Image by telosynth)

"Nishishishi!!! Did you really think I'd forget the birthday of my little magician?~"

"N-nyeeeeeeeehhhh, i-it's m-m-maaaaaaaaaaagggeeeeee!!!! AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~"

"Of course~ Now, why don't you get get back to enjoying this 'mana'?~"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP PLAP! PLAP! PLAP PLAP! PLAP! PLAP PLAP! PLAP! PLAP

"K-kooooooookiiiiiiiiiiiiiichiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~"

This had been a long-term plan in the making by Kokichi and it wasn't easy to pull off.

After all, this gremlin of a twink was known throughout his class, mostly for being such a little shit, but also for being a HORNY little shit. One who loved to tease those he likes, while roughly fucking them to get it all out of their systems afterwards~

This especially went for Himiko - who Kokichi found himself just, oddly, smitten with. Perhaps, it was the mage's insistence on being true to herself, in spite of people getting annoyed with her? Perhaps, it was her own fascination with tricks that had a fellow trickster engaged? Or maybe it's because he found her reactions to his teasing so goddamned cute?~

Whatever the case maybe, Kokchi loved Himiko and they became quite the couple...especially when it came to both pulling lewd pranks on each other (can't forget Himiko making Kokichi's clothes disappear on stage or Kokichi manage to get her into an elaborate bondage trick - during that same performance as well~)

But, that seemed to be where it ended...

Up until NNN came about and Kokichi when uncharacteristically cold turkey. Himiko tried everything. Walking out of the shower dripping wet? Sending pervy shots of her ass while she was out shopping for groceries? Kissing 'wands'/dildos right in front of Kokichi? Cosplaying as Zatana, complete with fishnets that hugged her pillowy thighs?

Yeah, no, Kokichi did absolutely nothing all NNN and it had Himiko both impressed, yet disappointed she couldn't break him (especially since she lost during the second week of NNN - losing her streak to the 7-inch dildo Kokichi gifted her the week before).

But that didn't disappoint didn't nearly hit as hard when she realized that, in spite of having a genuinely good birthday party, Kokichi just...didn't give her anything. Was this his idea of a joke?

You can imagine her relief, and immediate arousal, when she say the dictator in her bed - with a towering erection to boot~

Yeah, she was all over Kokichi in an instant, frantically fucking his domineering cock with as much energy as she could muster after that long day - being incentivized with the thought of being filled to the brim with his virile month-hoarded gunk~ It didn't matter if they were shifting from her dripping wet pussy to her 'mana-stuffed' ass: she wasn't letting go of Kokichi for hours until she was sure she had gotten everything out from him!!!!

Of course, as you already known, Kokichi had more to give than just a bun in the oven. After an intense breed, which had Himiko curling up to Kokichi satisfied, he finally played his last card. The final blindside to Himiko - a pair of engagement rings that he had spent the last few months saving to acquire for them!

Could he have just done this during the party? True.....

But, where was the fun in that cliche?~

The others can get the memo tomorrow - tonight, he wanted it to be between just the two of them!! And, judging, from her tears of joy and how much she was kissing him...

Chances are it'll be the two of them, now and forever~

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave- chapter 36

Gale, Jenevelle, and I finally head home after catching up with Rolan, and Karlach will be meeting us there shortly. We hold hands as we stroll calmly on the brick road through the quiet city of Waterdeep, and Gale is studying my face but trying not to be too obvious about it, though I’m very observant.

“Baby–”

“I know you’re wondering if anything is wrong, and there is. Listen, I saw Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric. Remember at the cookout after I had Jenevelle, and even my baby shower, when I blacked out and heard voices talking about the Absolute? It was them the whole time. This was different though, I saw them.” He stops walking for a moment, gently grabbing my shoulder to catch my attention as he tries to reflect on the word vomit that spewed out of me.

“Hold on, what do you mean you saw them?”

“While we were eating breakfast with Rolan, I blacked out again like I did over two years ago and they showed up. It’s not exactly clear what they wanted from me, but Gortash guilt-tripped me for not dominating the brain.” Gale remains calm and continues to hold my hand despite my outburst. Man, I really don’t feel myself.

“They’re dead, my love. They can’t force you into some preposterous gimmicks, I promise you that. Whatever message they’re trying to convey to you, it’s to get your blood boiling. Why would they wait such a stretch of time to pursue you again?” He has a point. There’s something that isn’t quite adding up. Why in the Hells would they come after me now, after all the time that’s passed? What could they possibly want from me? Well, other than their vengeance and having my cold blood all over their hands. It’s been four years since I’ve killed all three of those evil bastards. “I love you. My love, my goddess. It will be alright,” he adds.

We make it back home and I decide to get some gardening done to help ease my mind from the chaos that just never wants to end. It’s so relaxing and puts my mind at a temporary rest, feeling the sunshine on my face as I inhale the scent of fresh herbs and pluck vegetables from the ground. The tranquil song of the ocean waves calms my brain and gives me relief.

Gale comes outside to join me for a moment while he holds Jenevelle in his arms.

“Oh, hello you!” My voice is full of cheer as I observe him approaching me. He smiles, watching me pluck some strawberries and placing them in the woven basket next to me.

“How are you holding up, my love?”

“Much better,” I reply enthusiastically as I stand up, wiping droplets of sweat off my forehead. “Maybe I needed some sunshine or to just partake in my love for gardening.” I gently take the baby from his arms so I may nurse her before Wyll and Karlach arrive.

“That’s…well, that’s great to hear honestly… I was truly worried about you.” I hesitate for a moment, raising an eyebrow as I study his facial expression. I’m under the impression he thought I was making it up or something related to that matter.

“Wait, you do believe me, don’t you? You believed me when I said I saw the Chosen Three?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I’m just genuinely curious as to why they would come back after all this time. My inquiring mind is also curious how they’re able to even communicate with you if they’re deceased, especially for so long. It’d be different if you were trying to communicate with them considering there’s a spell for that, but the dead reaching out to you?” Now that he says it out loud, it does sound ridiculous and my mind could possibly be playing tricks on me, but what I saw was very much real.

“Everything you’ve asked were all questions I’ve asked myself,” I mutter, followed by a sigh of defeat. What would explain the unsettling presence within our bedroom, then?

I hear Karlach and Wyll approach the gate to our backyard, but what gave it away was Karlach shouting, “Aye! Are you guys home?!”

“Come on in, you two,” I say, unlocking the gate. They both enter our yard and we all sit down at the little round mahogany table on the porch. This table was passed down generations by Gale’s family, given to us by his own mother. I place Jenevelle in her little rocker so she may get some sunlight and possibly fall asleep.

“So, what’s going on? Are you two doing alright?” Wyll asks, his voice hinting at concernment. I sigh, hoping Gale actually believes me and they will as well. Yes, we’ve been through some rather traumatic situations with the Chosen Three, but they have not crossed my mind in ages. What I saw was real.

“Do you all remember at my baby shower when I fainted and I heard those haunting voices screaming at me about the Absolute? Well, at breakfast today, I blacked out and saw them. Y’know… Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric. Gortash was going on about some nonsense, how I should have dominated the brain, and… Well, after that, he said we’d talk again soon.” Wyll and Karlach’s eyes widen as they drink in this wild information that could possibly convince them I’m crazy.

“Whoa, how on earth is that even possible? Are they doing this to anyone else?”

“I’m not sure, Wyll. From my understanding, it’s just me. Who else would they target?” Gale, Wyll, and Karlach all simultaneously exchange worried glances, and I can tell they aren’t believing me. Or rather, they think I’m dealing with the after effects of severe trauma. “Wow. None of you believe me, huh?”

“Well, it just doesn’t–”

“Trust me, Karlach. I know. Out of everything that’s happened on our adventures, you all believe this is what’s nonsense?” My heart feels enraged, and I’m trying to control it. This isn’t me; what’s happening right now?

“My love, breathe. Please. We believe you. It’s just an unusual predicament.” I give Gale a light smile and take his hand within mine, closing my eyes as I feel the calmness of nature overwhelm me. I take a deep breath, then exhale the tension that was built up inside me. Whatever is happening, it’s causing me not to act myself and I have to fight it.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I was just really hoping I’d never see their horrible faces ever again.”

“So, what exactly did they want from you, Emmy?” Karlach asks. “I’m still in total shock over this whole ordeal.”

“Gortash’s message was so vague, but I suppose I’ll know more details later. Right now, it’s just a waiting game.” Gale places his hand on my back, rubbing it gently with reassurance. He’s worried about me and it shows, but I smile back at him to assure him I’m okay. I’m immortal after all, they can’t touch Jenevelle, Gale, or myself.

“Well, count us in if you need any assistance at all,” Wyll comments. “You know we’re always down to help and kick some bloody arse. For what Gortash did to my father, I can’t fathom having that cruel man come back from the grave. We can’t let him cause any more harm.”

I’m so glad our friends have my back, and that they see I’m telling the truth. Now to only find out what secret is hiding away from me that could potentially be a danger to the whole world, or maybe just myself. Either way, I’m eager to find out so we can stop it.

[leffee]

More headcannons on your son?

My Vinnie son!! :D

his absolute least favourite season is winter, he hates it with a passion, it's not up to discussion. It has good sides, he can admit it, but the cons outweight the pros greatly in his opinion. With that vague "colder body temperature" disease I gave him, it's way too cold for him most of the time, while normally he gets sick rarely, during winter he gets sick bad approximately every other week and not for 2 days either; it's slippery outside which with his clumsiness is a terrible combinations, not to mention that all of that saps all the energy out of him. He wants to go out, especially with his friends, but honestly he'd much rather wait the winter out at home

besides his hair, his body part he looks after the most are his feet. However, while he cares about his hair completely willingly, he was forced to do the same with his feet. The story is this: he dances a lot, right? He might not be good at it but he does like it. And while dancing you work a lot on your feet and strain them. At one point, he realized that his feet were in a pretty bad state, but being himself he didn't want to do anything about it at first. Eventually though, it came to the point when they really started hurting him, felt tired and had blisters. Not willing to endure it anymore he bought some stuff and ever since then he's been taking good care of them. Damn, that's a lot of talk about Vinnie feet. Damn

it's not normally visible, but somewhere in his hair he has 6 bobby pins, and yes, they are supposed to represent his friends so he can "take" them anywhere. Each one he got from each of them. From some of them he already had had one before getting this idea that he borrowed and didn't give back because they didn't really care about getting it back cause it's just a bobby pin. From those he didn't have one when he came out with this, he simply asked if they could give him a bobby pin. And so they did, until he got one from each of them and started wearing them

he's hyper aware whenever going up or down the stairs because he fell down on them so many times he expects it to happen every time. He's not afraid of falling or getting hurt in general, but it simply happened so much that his consciousness "generously" granted him the habit of focusing only on stairs when on them. Don't talk to him when doing that, he's not going to register that anyway

he can turn both his feet almost 180 degrees so they face backwards (ok, it's actually more like 160 or so, but 180 sounds better and appeals more to the imagination). He can't walk like that but it's a cool party trick. Well, to some it's cool, others think it's gross but perhaps impressive most of the time. It's hard to find anything about this on internet so idk if it's due to lack of some joints or maybe some doubled cartilages but he has whatever that is

this might one of my more random headcanons, but he writes in cursive. Also while we're at it, have I ever said he's left-handed? I might have but I don't remember now. He is

remember when I said he likes Zoe's taste in music? He also likes her own songs a lot, and will, sometimes unconciously, hum or sing them to himself, especially when alone and doing something he doesn't need to focus on too much. The sort of taking a shower or brushing his hair, and he will sing "Not every star is in the sky" or "The Fire Hydrant Song" to himself absent-mindedly

him and Pepper give each other stupid gifts on Valentine's day, acting like they are madly in love with each other, but in such mocking and overdramatic way it's obvious they're just acting. For example, Pepper will kneel on one knee before Vinnie with a McDonald's box, open it, and there will be heart-shaped chicken nuggets inside, then say "I-it's not like I like you, baka! X( But I got you this gift uwu". Next, Vinnie will gasp dramatically and way louder than needed, clutch his shirt near his heart, and pretend to wipe tears "P-Pepper-chan, this is the best gift I ever got!".

whenever he wants to hang out with Sunil but for some reason Sunil can't but is still in his house, in a world where they live right next to each other (because I'm not too sure if I like them living right next to each other or not) Vinnie simply opens his window wide and will bend over it "miserably" and hang like that, and yes, Sunil can see that from one window in his house. Vinnie can stand like that for hours, it's genuinely not an attempt to make Sunil invite him over out of pity or anything, he gets that he might be busy, but that's just him showing his sadness over this. A bit overdramatic maybe. The first time Sunil saw that he just simply smiled sympathetically at first, but then got busy and once he finished 3 hours later, he walked next to the window overlooking Vinnie's house, not even thinking that Vinnie would be still there so he wasn't looking. However, from the corner of his eye he caught Vinnie doing just that and had to double-check to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was. At first he thought that maybe Vinnie took a break and at some point came back but nope, he was there the entire time

he's like the opposite of Minka in this one way at least, because while Minka's scared of small spaces, he personally really likes them, there's something comforting about being squeezed and/or surrounded from every side. Basically, he liked being squeezed, it's nicer when it's hugs and all, but tight spaces are really great too. Fun fact it that there was a period of time when I actually gave him claustrophobia, just way less severe than Minka's but nah, I'm over this headcanon, now he likes it. It's true in some other universe

Idk how to end it, so have a picrew image I made of my beloved

He looks absolutely silly

[oraclekleo]

Kim Min Gyu (Seventeen) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kim Min Gyu

Stage Name: Mingyu

Group: Seventeen

Masterpost: Seventeen

Kim Min Gyu

Mingyu (Seventeen)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - IV The Emperor

Mingyu can’t really go any more dom than this. He’s likely a caring dom, though. While he likes to be respected (called ‘sir’ or ‘master’ or whatever dom pet name he’s currently into) he’s not likely to manipulate or trick his lover. He’s openly assertive and powerful and will be the driving force of the relationship.

Libido - VI The Lovers

While he’s a dom, he’s not a sadist or anything near that. Mingyu is a romantic kind of guy and will enjoy love making fully and without restrictions on his side. He’s likely to truly enjoy kissing immensely and he’s absolutely incomparable when it comes to this skill. He’s passionate, sensual, his kisses are deep, hot and reaching the very soul of his partner. He’s also likely to become handsy. He likes physical contact, likes to feel his lover’s skin against his. Mingyu is actually more likely to enjoy making out than sex but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want it. He does want it and he wants it a lot. The making out sessions nearly always escalate into nights of passion.

Turn On - VIII Strength

Mingyu is a dom but he has his mischievous and bratty side to him. He likes to play and become the teaser once in a while. And he looks for a lover who could easily tame him at times like these and handle his bratty side. He’s not looking for another dom, more like a person with wisdom, courage and gentle way of disciplining him. He’s looking for someone smart enough to grasp when he wants to play games and join him in this endeavour but won’t try to boss him when the game is over and Mingyu takes the dominance back.

Kink - 5 of Cups

Mingyu might have a thing for water. He’s likely to enjoy showering together with his lover (pressing them against wet tiles and taking their breath away from them in a steamy shower), or taking a bath together (being ridden while water splashes around) or even swimming naked at night together, getting frisky in the water, waves being the background noise for moans and sighs. Oof! I should stop before I need a cold shower myself here. You get the idea.

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Wands

Mingyu is likely to truly enjoy love making outside in nature. We have already mentioned naked swimming at night but Mingyu will like any kind of dirty ride when surrounded by nature. Picnics are never dull with this guy as he’s pretty inventive with strawberries and whipped cream. He’s likely to enjoy the thrill of being caught as well. Imagine this: Mingyu and his significant other attending some family or friends event, at one point they sneak out and find the thickest tree in the garden just for Mingyu to first inspect his lover’s tonsils thoroughly with his tongue and then start undoing his pants and ask his lover to drop on their knees with a cheeky wink. Okay… the cold shower seems like a good idea now.

*Cough, cough!* You're not helping, man... 🥵

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[emmyrosee]

Black Opium

Honestly don’t read this PFFFF (extreme angst tw)

osamu miya x reader

WARNINGS (good god where do I start): excessive angst, implications of miscarriage, implications of cheating, fighting, swearing, brief mentions of drinking, not proofread and will probably delete it, no smut but absolutely not intended for any persons under 18, or without the stability to read such content. Please, keep yourself safe, friends.

This was written in a time of my lack of self control, and with varying forms of insecurities littered throughout. I am okay. This is out of my system. And I’m okay; but I ask that you please keep negativity away as I was extremely vulnerable in this, or at least message me in private as I don’t think I even wrote it for tumblr. But, I write it, and sometimes, I think it’s important to remind ourselves that it’s okay to not be okay. Trauma can breed beauty, as it can also breed despair. You need to face the demons sometimes to make them feel unwelcome.

Cheers ❤️

The bed slowly dips under the sudden weight of a body next to her. She hadn’t been asleep, she hasn’t been able to for nights on end. And who could blame her? It wasn’t like Osamu was there to console her, it wasn’t like she had someone to tell her it wasn’t her fault and she still held the love of her husband.

It wasn’t like she went to seek the comfort of some cheap whore who wore Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium to mask whatever filth they got up to when a “guest” came in.

No. She wasn’t like Osamu.

A heavy arm wraps around her waist, as if on cue, and a nose buries itself in her neck with a long, deep inhale of her own scent; even though her senses are only filled with the other woman’s perfume and not Osamu’s familiar aroma.

“I love you.”

“You smell like her again,” she deadpans.

“You want me to shower?”

“No.”

It wasn’t like he was denying it at all.

And for a moment, it’s like they’re newly married again; Osamu is there, he’s warm, broad and comforting to cuddle into, and the way he’s curled behind her perfectly and encasing her in his brawny arms is addictive, his large paw resting on her belly.

For a moment, she can pretend that she’s the only woman in his life, and he’s fresh out of school and they’ve just thrown their entire savings into his restaurant, which slowly builds excitement as customers trickle in to ask the couple about what will be opening.

For just one moment, she can pretend that she hasn’t seen the velvet box at the bottom of his sock drawer, and it makes her giddy to try and pretend she doesn’t know he’ll propose, and as if written by the gods watching over them, when Osamu does leave the diamond encrusted ring on a stack of pancakes he made her for breakfast, it was the same day she decided to leave a small onesie and the positive pregnancy test for him to find folded on his uniform before he left for work.

For a sliver of a short lived second, she could trick her brain to be happy again.

But then, she gets a whiff of Black Opium.

Shoving Osamu’s arm off of her and causing him to grumble and glare, she crosses her own arms over her chest and scowls, “changed my mind. Go fucking shower.”

“Babe, it’s late-“

“And you just got home. What’s the issue here?” She spits, disregarding the pet name he groaned out. “You asked if I wanted you to shower, and now I do.”

“Can’t I just sleep on the couch?”

“No!” She yells, and this time, Osamu jumps back, his grey eyes flying open at her venom. “You promised me that no matter what, we would sleep in the same bed! You promised!”

Osamu sighs as he sits up, his large, calloused hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We also promised we’d never go to bed angry, didn’t we?”

“This is not my fault, Miya.”

“Oh, it never is, is it?” He snaps back, shuffling over to his bureau. Her blood turns cold as a thick lump in her throat bubbles up, daring her to release the sob that claws viciously at her vocal chords, demanding to let itself be known.

Her bottom lip trembles, “you’re drunk.”

“When am I not?”

“You blame me when you’re drunk.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

She sniffles, “you used to not blame me-“

“Yeah, well I used to almost have a daughter, too,” he says, and the sob finally forces itself past her lips as a plea for him to stop. As if she doesn’t already blame herself, as if her own demons don’t already grab her brain and shake her thoughts around in the most nauseating way.

At the sound of her sob, Osamu’s face softens slightly, and fuck, he fucking hates it when she cries. He’s only ever brought her joy, and in the moments of tears, he’s aware that there’s something else at play with her heart, something he can’t control, and all he wants to do is take her pain away and give it to himself.

But her sob makes him sober up and realize that he’s the cause for it, you jackass.

“I didn’t mean that-“

“Leave me alone,” she pleads, slipping out of the bed and padding her bare feet over the floor of their bedroom. Her shoulders heave as she desperately tries to keep her noises at bay, but they both know she was never good at that. Her wails echo from the kitchen to lull him to her, even though he’s almost positive he’s the last person she wants to be forced to look at.

Osamu slowly follows her into the kitchen, where she’s already taken the liberty of sliding on the rubber dish gloves and turning the water on, a chore she asked him to do, but he didn’t. “Baby, it’s late, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Since when do you want to play ‘good husband?’” She mumbles, her voice unsteady. The dish she grabs in her hand trembles with her unstable grip. There’s not even any soap on the sponge, it’s almost as if she’s doing this just to keep herself from having to face him.

Which he deserves, he knows that.

“I’m not a good husband,” he admits, slowly taking steps closer to her quivering form. “I haven’t been, for months-“

“So why start now?”

He clenches his jaw and lets out an exhausted breath. “Because I worry about you.”

And she laughs, she honest to God, laughs at his words for the disgustingly honest and sweet way they tumble from his strangely sober lips. Tears gather at her chin before falling into the cold water that’s been sitting in the sink for the past week and a half, and with each cackle that manages to rip through her lungs, more of them gather in her eyes. Small hands slam the plate back into the sink, shattering it into pieces to float aimlessly, and Osamu has never been more jealous of a plate in his life. She still trembles as she shakes her head and Osamu doesn’t even need her to look at him to know that she’s pondering his words, especially after everything he’s already said.

“There’s no way you actually said that to me,” she sighs out, wiping her eye with the rubber glove and shaking her head. “There’s no way.”

“I’m serious,” he says softly, boldly stepping closer to her. A timid hand rests on her shoulder, and he almost doesn’t believe it’s real when she doesn’t shrug him off. His thumb slowly traces over her warm night shirt, and he smiles softly to himself as she relaxes slightly under his gentle caress. “When was the last time you ate? Or showered? Hell, even drank water?”

“What’s the point?” She says, her tired eyes closing and her head dropping. “‘M not doing those things for two anymore… why fork the energy to doing it for one?”

“Don’t even start with that,” he says firmly, the hand on her shoulder wrapping around her waist and his free and tipping her chin to force her to look at him. “You know you deserve to take care of yourself. You’re still you, you’re still gonna be my wife, and I’ll be damned if I lose you, too.”

Her crying stops momentarily, and besides her still trembling lip, she’s completely still, her eyes dance over Osamu’s face, trying to find a crack in his facade to prove that he’s just saying this to say it, but fuck, there isn’t one, and she hates how fucking safe she wants to feel under his grey gaze.

Slowly, hazily, and silently, Osamu leans forward to nudge her nose with his, and when she doesn’t protest and her eyes gently dip under the warmth of his face, he kisses her tenderly, lips slotting perfectly, familiarly with hers, and it’s a way of saying that they’ll make it, they’ll be okay, he loves her still and he wakes up now just to feel her presence.

Black Opium fills her senses once again.

“NO!” She screams, shoving him off of her, hard. Osamu stumbles back as he’s snapped back to reality of everything that went on before he dared to lay his lips on her.

“I-I-I’m so sorry-“

“You don’t get to fucking tell me you feel like I killed our baby, then kiss me when I let my goddamned guard down like nothing happened! No!”

She’s crying again. Except this time, she’s not hurt, she’s mad- mad at the universe for stealing her baby, mad at Osamu for touching her, mad at herself for letting him, she’s just so mad, she’s so exhausted and emotionally tired from being so mad while he gets to fuck his problems out with some trashy whore, then come to her while she stays mad.

“You need to wash that fucking perfume off of you before I lose my mind, ‘Samu,” she snarls in one tight breath.

“I don’t want to leave you alone-“

“When has that ever stopped you before!” She shrieks, ripping off the gloves and slamming them against the countertop. “When-when-when has me being alone ever stopped you from abandoning me, for the past months! When!”

“Stop thinking I’m proud of leaving you, I’m just-“

“God, and you go to her!” She continues, small fingers fisting her messy locks of hair. “And you have the nerve to come home and tell me you love me?”

“I had no other choice!” He yells back, his own hand pushing his dyed hair back. “You-you wouldn’t even look at me, I needed comfort and you were so deep in your own head I knew it wasn’t fair of me to ask you!”

“My. Fucking. Hero,” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “How kind of you to leave your wife to her own thoughts while you go fuck some woman who barely knows a man from a parking meter. Rather than heal together, or course.”

“I screwed up!”

“And I lost my baby too!”

The room falls silent, save for heavy breathing from both of you. Her cloudy eyes refuse to leave his, while he pants like a feral beast, chests as tight as the air as they plead for the tension to break.

Finally, Osamu sighs and rubs his face, covering his nose and mouth in an attempt to regulate his breathing. If it were any other scenario, she’d try to get him to breathe before he gets lightheaded, cooing him to be gentle to himself and to relax in her arms.

But she can’t. Not when he smells like that.

He blinks his large grey eyes, and tears slowly drip from his swelling waterline.

“What… do you want me to do?” He manages, his voice pinched in his throat. “I can leave… stay with my mom, I can call ‘Tsumu to pick up your things, I can-“

“I want you to tell me you don’t blame me,” she interrupts, blurting her answer as if it was queued specifically for that question. Her voice is as steady as ever, and she’s not even convinced if it’s truly what she needs, but at this point, she’s so goddamned tired of beating herself up that she needs him to say it. She wants him, no, needs him to look her dead between her dimly lit eyes and promise her, with all the love left in his heart that he doesn’t blame her.

“Tell me that you don’t blame me, that you still love me and the sight of my body doesn’t just-completely disgust you.”

Osamu cocks his head and offers her a confused shake, “baby,” god she wants to fucking punch him in the throat for saying that goddamned pet name.

“I don’t blame you…”

“You just told me you did,” she manages, motioning back to their room. “Literally like, 10 minutes ago.”

“Because I’m a fucking. Asshole,” he forces, standing up straight before smoothing her hair back down. “But deep down, no matter what I say… I don’t blame you for any of it. You’re still going to be my wife, and I’d move the fuckin’ mountains if it made you feel better.”

“‘Drunk words are sober thoughts,’” she cockily reminds him of his own words.

“But my shitty ways of saying shit has nothing to do with the fact that I’m still painfully in love with you even if I don’t deserve even a fraction of your forgiveness… that will never change, my love…”

Small hands shove his chest again, not as firm as the first time but still hard enough to get the message that he needs to step back. She, however, steps forwards with his backwards, and she follows with another sharp shove.

“That’s enough-“

Ignoring him, she does it once again, her face pinching to try hide the tears from falling out of her exhausted eyes, hitting him once again, harder, firmer, then again, harder, firmer, then again until Osamu wraps his arms around her frame and pulls her into a bone cracking hug.

She struggles in his hold, but fuck, it snaps all the broken pieces back together, and when he plants a tender kiss to the top of her head, small tears pattering against her hair that she loses all composure; her knees buckle and she wails wetly into his large chest, knowing he’ll keep her standing while she breaks down against him.

“I know,” he sniffles, burying his face in her hair. “I know, baby…”

“I’m sorry, ‘Samu,” she wheezes. He shakes his head, “don’t ever apologize again… fuck baby, I’m fucking sorry, I should’ve been there and I just… fuck I fucking-“

“Hey,” she mumbles, hand coming up to cup his cheek, and she melts as he nudges into her touch. “We… we need to start over…”

“I still love you,” he whispers. She nods with an understanding, “I know you do.”

“Where do we… where do we go from here?”

She looks at the bobbing Adam’s apple in his throat, her thumb caressing the high points of his cheek lovingly. “I want to go to bed. I want to start to heal with my man, please.”

“I can do that,” Osamu promises, nodding eagerly. “Fuck, I can do that, I’m so glad you’re not sending me away… I love you.”

Wordlessly, she burrows back against his chest, wiping her nose on the fabric of his shirt and letting her fingertips draw circles in the warm skin on his waist, and for the first time that night, Osamu smells like himself, the Black Opium fading to the back of her foggy mind as she lets herself fall back into him.

“I love you,” he repeats.

All she can do is nod and deeply inhale his familiar scent.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I’m not sure if anyone requested this yet, but can you write some sweet headcanons where Malleus, Vil, Riddle, Azul and f!s/o bond with their child? Like they've all graduated from NRC and they're adults and parents now. Thanks Raven!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

As the ruling family of the Valley of Thorns, you are often busy with political and economic affairs. One day, your child will become the next monarch, so they follow you around to important meetings (when they’re not with their royal tutors) and sit in to watch you and father work. This way, they are able to learn while also spending time with their parents.

A beloved family past time is taking a stroll in the palace gardens, hand in hand--your child holding one of yours, and one of dad’s. Malleus knows just what their favorite flower is, and sometimes does little magic tricks to get them to giggle--a shower of petals, or perhaps making all of their favorite flowers bloom in unison.

Sometimes Malleus joins his child for their lessons! It can be boring studying history books or practicing the violin alone, so he might read aloud to them, or take up a string instrument himself to show them the ropes!

Malleus also joins his child for the occasional spar. Of course, he never really goes all-out, but he does try to push them to think quick on their feet. Each battle tends to end with Malleus lying on the floor and pretending he has been “slain”--and when his child cautiously approaches to check on him, Malleus strikes back by tickling them until they’re squealing with laughter.

He knows it can be hard to get a grasp on magic, so when the first sparks start to appear in his child, he makes the time to help them control it. Malleus keeps mint candies in his robes to help cool fiery belches, and he kindly guides his child through shifting from humanoid to dragon and back.

There’s always ice-cream--the king’s favorite treat--on hand! He loves to share it with his child (especially if they’ve expelled a fiery burp earlier). Malleus constructs large and elaborate sundae boats to surprise them after a long day of their studies.

Malleus’s imposing height actually makes him the perfect playground for his child! They love to cling to his back or ride his shoulders, all while reaching up for the sky--which they hope to one day soar through with their father.

His status as an A-list celebrity tends to keep Vil away from home for extended periods of time, but he keeps in touch with his beloved family! That means lots of video calls with you and his child--and it makes all the moments you do spend together all the more meaningful. (Your child has a habit of pointing at magazine covers and the TV screen whenever they see their father on.)

Whenever Vil returns from work, he typically has a gift in hand for his child. It could be merchandise from whatever brand he has partnered with at the moment, a souvenir from abroad, or a plushie, flowers, or candy from his fans. It always brings a smile to his kid’s face--because their dad is thinking of them, even when they aren’t together.

Vil’s his child’s greatest supporter. He believes they can do anything they set their mind to, and he actively encourages them to work hard toward those goals. No matter how busy he is, Vil will show up to every sports game, every dance recital, every awards show his child is in.

He takes his child on lots of outings! The movies, restaurants, parks, spas, stores... anywhere, really! He thinks it is important for his child to see and experience as much of the world as they can--and besides, he loves doing anything and everything with them.

Vil allows his child to dig into his vanity and wardrobe for things to use for playing dress-up! He’ll sit at the kitchen counter and pretend to be a commentator as his child struts out in various outfits and looks they’ve thrown together.

Occasionally, Vil will sit down and let his kid make him “absolutely beautiful” with his own cosmetics. There’s a whole photo album in your phone of your husband in crooked lipstick and liner, or wildly messy eyeshadow, courtesy of your child.

If they have trouble sleeping,  Vil will read a fairy tale to them--and he’ll crack a little smile when his child tells him he’s like the prince in the story. Other times, he’ll sing lullabies to soothe them. When they’ve, at last, settled into sleep, Vil will brush their hair aside and kiss them on the forehead, wishing them sweet dreams.

Riddle is stern, but not emotionally closed off. He has sworn to never be like the tyrant his mother was to him in his youth. Though he may be upset when his child does an oopsie, he takes a deep breath, brings himself down to eye level with them, and calmly explains why it is he feels the way he does. Together, they’ll talk out their feelings and find a compromise that works for both of them.

He plays tea party with his child, even going out of his way to properly address each of their stuffed animals by their full name and title. Riddle sits down in a small plastic chair and pretends to sip his “tea” (cola heavily diluted with water) and eat his “scones and sandwiches” (colored clay cut into lopsided triangles).

They look after the family pets--a pair of hedgehogs--together. Riddle shows hid child where the hedgehogs like to be scratched, and how to properly hold them and bathe them. They love to give the hedgehogs their food, the lie on their bellies and proper their faces up to watch the pets eat.

He sits down with them to help with their homework. If there’s something they don’t understand, Riddle can talk them through it--though he won’t just spout out the answer. He wants his child to be able to think critically for themselves--he’s there to provide a little nudge, if needed.

Riddle and his child often experiment in the kitchen. He’s sure to pick simple, kid-friendly and easy recipes, and makes sure that his kid follows proper safety precautions. They serve you up the dishes they make, from fruit sandwiches to pasta salads to no-bake cheesecakes.

Whenever he’s eating something with strawberries on it, he offers the fruit to his child, since he knows they also enjoy them. They typically banter back and forth a bit before agreeing to split the strawberries in half so both of them can enjoy~

He often takes his child out on strolls through the neighborhood so they can see what life is like outside of the house. If some neighborhood kids want to play with them, Riddle lets his child run freely--he’ll just keep a careful eye on them from a distance.

Like their father, your child is ambitious and intelligent for their age. You can often find them trying to negotiate with their father for various things: later bed times, more allowance for the week, cake for dessert instead of fruit tonight... Azul usually still wins in the end, but he’s a good sport about it and allows the conversations to drag on a little to encourage his kid to put together a coherent argument.

Speaking of allowance, Azul is sure to make sure his child earns that money through various small acts, like doing the dishes or taking out the trash. That’s part of how he shows his love: by instilling values of fairness and working hard into his kid. He also does his part to teach them about the benefits healthy eating and exercise, so his kid can live a long and healthy life!

His child sometimes surprises him at his workplace. Whenever that happens, Azul grants them their own special table in the corner and serves them himself. There’s plenty of free finger foods and endless refills for them, but he’ll gently scold them if they run the risk of overeating or indulging in too many unhealthy foods.

Azul takes his child to the pool or to the beach to swim! He’s notably less enthusiastic about it if he has to do so in his true form, but he’ll do it if his child begs enough. They’re fascinated by his many arms--and to be honest, they come in handy when Azul needs to make a quick rescue or prevent them from drifting too far out on their own. When they’re old enough, Azul holds their hand, and they dive deep to explore the depths.

When the winter comes, Azul personally secures his child in a scarf and several other warm layers before sending them out into the cold. The Coral Sea can get to frigid temperatures during these times of the year, and he tends to worry for his child’s wellbeing and health because of it.

Azul doesn’t give his child gifts often (he wants them to be appreciative for what they already have), but when he does, they are generous ones--a big kitchen playset, a cash register with tons of play money, a lightning-magic powered car they can actually ride in...

Family board game night! Azul has a cabinet full of tabletop card games and board games specifically for these occasions. Monopoly in particular is especially... stiff competition. There’s betrayal and drama around every corner, but you still have tons of fun regardless.

[slasherholic]

ive developed asa brainrot

asa emory x sick!victim!reader hcs

synopsis: you’re the collector’s favorite. you get a fever and he cares for you in his own questionable ways.

contains: gender neutral reader, drugging, mentions of throwing up

• You try very hard to hide the fact that you’re sick from him, but when the fever sets in, he catches on.

• Asa can feel the difference in your temperature right away when he takes you out of your trunk. Peeling off one of his gloves, he presses his hand to your forehead for a temperature check.

• Definitely a fever. You’re burning up.

• The second you know he knows you’re apologizing to him. You weren’t trying to hide it, you don’t know how it happened, you weren’t anywhere you weren't supposed to be, you’re sorry…

• His obedient little butterfly is apologizing for being sick. Cute. You really are terrified to your core of him and he loves it. Stroking your cheek with the back of his gloved hand, he lets you keep going until your apology dribbles away to soft, pitiful whimpers.

• He comes back with a thermometer and pats your face gently. Open up.

• 103. You’re not just a little sick, you’re dangerously sick. And you were still trying to hide it from him. Tisk tisk.

• You have the privilege of being Asa’s favorite (living) specimen in his collection, and he doesn’t want you to expire while he’s away from the hotel, but as a precaution he doesn’t mix his hobbies with his personal life. So taking you home for treatment is out of the question.

• He also doesn’t want to catch whatever the hell you have. He hates being sick. It doesn’t mix well with his active lifestyle. No thank you, keep your germs to yourself.

• Luckily he has a “recovery” room for this sort of thing. It’s where he sticks you to treat your wounds when he plays too rough.

• The room is small and so is the bed, a meager spring mattress and single uncased pillow. The bed is outfitted with soft hospital restraint straps. He straps your ankles snuggly in, but lets you keep your upper body free. He doesn’t want you choking on your own vomit if you start to puke.

• Pops some Tylenol in your mouth and presses a cup of cold water to your lips, not letting you stop until you’ve drunk it all.

• Spoon feeds you chicken broth :)

• He’s very pleased with the way you eyeball the bowl in his hands warily, like it’s drugged or poisoned or fucking bleach instead of soup, but you don’t hesitate to gulp down the spoonfuls anyway as soon as he lifts them to your lips.

• It’s just soup from his pantry, butterfly. He bought it at Costco. No drugs, no tricks. But he’s alright with keeping you in the dark about that.

• He can’t really be overly cruel to you in this state if he doesn’t want you to croak, but a little psychological torture never killed anyone.

• He leaves you alone to rest for a while and by the time he comes back, you've vomited all over yourself and on the tile. Great.

• You have tears in your eyes and a pleading little expression on your face, clearly terrified you’re going to be punished for it. “I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up.”

• Usually he would make you clean it up yourself. But you’re so delicate right now, so sick. He’ll take care of it just this once. Not that you had much in your stomach to expel, anyway.

• Asa lets you shower off whenever he notices you’re starting to stink. He usually doesn’t involve himself in the affair, just tosses you a washcloth and a bar of soap, and a little tube of shampoo, and lets you do your thing for a few minutes.

• Baths are a different story. Baths are hands-on. Baths mean Asa is going to scrub your body down himself.

• He comes and retrieves you when the water is drawn and sets you gently down in the tub. You whimper when your toes touch the water like you’re expecting it to be boiling. It’s not. The temperature is pleasant.

• He takes his time wiping you down, holding your wrist as he scrubs the warm soapy cloth along your arm and clavicle area, washing away the vomit. You’ve got it in your hair too so he shampoos you, working the soap into your scalp with his fingers, rubbing up a good lather. You’re totally limp while he does it, letting him have his way.

• When you don’t reek like puke anymore, he takes you back to the treatment room. Back go your ankle straps. Not that he thinks you can get away from him in this condition, he’s just an asshole and won’t ever pass up a chance to restrain you and violate your autonomy. It really gets him off.

• He leaves the room one more time. He comes back holding another cup of water and… a hypodermic needle. You’re pretty sure it isn’t fever medicine in that syringe.

• It’s absolutely not lol

• He has shit to do, so he’s gonna drug you out of your mind so you can take a good, long sleep.

• Down goes the second cup of water without a fuss. You’re being very good for him.

• In goes the needle. You whine as he slips it into the tender flesh of your inner arm, watching him slowly press down on the plunger and empty the fluid into your bloodstream.

• Your eyes begin to grow heavy and sag within the minute. He gives your cheek a few light pats with his gloved hand when he sees your pupils dilating, the drug taking its quick effect.

• Then he rises from your bedside, switches off the light, locks the door behind him, and leaves you to slip into forced unconsciousness all alone in the dark.

• Get well soon, butterfly. He has so much more in store for you.

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What If He Hates Me (Ted Lasso x Reader)

@jolovesfandoms

"Maybe Ted x Reader. Maybe the reader who also has anxiety has a panic attack and Ted does his best to calm her down"

Ted was usually awake long before Y/N was, but seeing as she didn’t sleep at all that night, Y/N lay wide awake listening to the sound of Ted gently snoring. She turned and smiled as she watched him sleep. She loved him more than she ever thought possible. Which made the events of the day even more terrifying.

Looking over at the clock she knew he would wake up shortly, so she carefully leaned over kissing him gently on the cheek. He smiled as he slowly opened his eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said as he leaned in to kiss her. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” Y/N lied as she quickly wrapped her arms around him snuggling into him. “What if we just stayed in bed all day?”

“Darling I wish we could, but we do have a pretty big day ahead of us, Henry and Michelle get here in a few hours.” And with that he gave her another kiss before springing to his feet. “I’ll go make us some pancakes.” He then left heading towards the kitchen

“Henry and Michelle,” Y/N sighed as she ran her hands over her face, she could feel her chest start to tighten up as her ears started ringing.

“Allison Brie, Jennifer Aniston, Jason Bateman.” Y/N whispered under her breath. It was a trick she had learned to calm down her panic attacks, if she could focus on naming actors instead of the negative thoughts in her head, the panic attack went away. When she had calmed down she quickly made her way downstairs where she found Ted making pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes, his specialty.

“I am so excited for you to meet Henry, Michelle said they are planning on meeting us at the field, so we can show them around, and then go get some dinner together…” Ted started going off on everything he wanted to do while Henry was in town, but Y/N could already feel her chest tightening up again.

“That sounds really fun Ted,” Y/N said trying to sound as convincing as possible. “I’m just going to take a shower before breakfast.”

“Alright, but make it a quick one, no one likes cold pancakes,” Ted smiled as he continued cooking.

Y/N quickly rushed back to the bedroom she shared with Ted. The two had been seeing each other for a few months now, and the relationship had moved a lot faster then she had expected. She met him a month or so after he had moved to England to become the new coach for AFC Richmond, and she had developed a crush on him right away. But he was married, even if they were for the time being separated Ted still loved his wife. Once everything went down with his divorce, he and Y/N had grown closer. Until finally after the lose to man city and the demotion, he kissed her. Ever since then they had been almost inseparable. She loved every minute of it, but when he told her that his ex wife and son were coming for a visit her anxiety was through the roof.

She knew that Ted loved his family more than anything in the world, and his son especially. So she had to make a good impression and she was terrified.

It was a quick shower but it gave her enough time to calm herself down again before heading back out to Ted.

After hopping out of the shower she quickly threw on Ted’s blue bathrobe, before heading out, as she opened the door she found a tray of breakfast sitting on the bed and Ted sitting next to it with a giant smile on his face.

“Have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you look when you are wearing my robe.” He smiled as he walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in for a long kiss.

Y/N laughed. “You say that with every outfit I wear.”

“Well it must just mean you are so gosh darn beautiful.” He kissed her again. “Henry is going to love you.”

Y/N pushed Ted away again slightly. “Well he won’t if I don’t get the chance to meet him, let’s eat breakfast and then I need to get dressed.”

Ted groaned as he leaned his head into her neck kissing it.

“Ted,” Y/N sighed as she closed her eyes. “Their plane lands in less than 2 hours, I need to get ready.”

“That’s two hours of time that we still have.”

“I thought you said no one likes cold pancakes,” By this point Ted had begun to walk the two back towards the bed.

“I have a microwave.” He replied as he quickly moved the tray from the bed onto the floor.

“You are a scoundrel Ted Lasso do you realize that.” Y/N laughed as he gently pushed her back onto the bed.

“I think we both know that you started this.” He replied as he climbed on top kissing her.

“Me! What did I do?”

“Why Y/N/N you know what it does to me when you wear my robe.” He leaned in, kissing her again this time more seriously.

*******

By the time the two of them had gotten dressed and eaten their very cold breakfast, it was already time to head down to the field. The minute they started walking Y/N could feel her anxiety rising. In her head she was already picturing ways that this could go terribly wrong.

The whole walk to Nelson Road Ted was telling Y/N stories about Henry and the adventures him and Michelle had gone on together. Y/N knew that he was just excited and when Ted got excited he tended to ramble. But her anxiety was telling her otherwise.

He’s got a whole other life that doesn’t include you

Michelle and Ted will always have a connection

Henry is always going to see you as the woman who is not his mother

Y/N knew she couldn’t tell Ted any of her worries, he was so excited, and she loved seeing him happy. Plus she feared that if he knew about her anxiety towards meeting his son he would resent her for it.

When they reached the field they were surprised to find a few of the team members out.

“What are we up to fellas?” Ted called as he walked in holding Y/N’s hand.

“A couple of us were working out together today figure we might mess around maybe place a quick game together. You wanna join coach?” Jaime asked.

“Oh why thank you for the offer boys, but I actually have some very special guests coming in today, so I am going to have to pass.” Just a he said that he watched as Michelle and Henry walked in.

“Dad!” Henry screamed as he took off running.

“Kiddo!” Ted yelled as he dropped Y/N’s hand to meet Henry halfway. The minute Ted’s hand left hers, it felt as if the weight of the world crashed into her and she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t even hear anything as the ringing got so bad.

“How was the flight?” Ted asked as he scooped Henry up into his arms.

“It was great they showed us movies, on the airplane!” Henry said excitedly.

“Oh my goodness that is just amazing. Which ones did you watch?”

“Angry Birds, we watched it 4 times.” Michelle smiled.

“A classic of course.” Ted laughed. “And how was your flight.”

“Minus the birds movie it wasn’t that bad, it is much easier once you have done it before.” She responded. “Now where is Y/N? I have been dying to meet her.”

“Oh, shoot yes, alright guys I would like you to meet…” Ted started but as he turned around he found that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. “Uh, give me one minute. Fellas?”

All the players stopped looking towards Ted.

“Did you see where Y/N went?”

“Yeah, it looked like she went to the locker room. She didn’t look too good coach, she looked, um, sad.” Sam said.

“Thank you Sam, um guys can you entertain my kid I will be right back. Henry why don’t you let these guys show you how to play football.” And Ted was off quickly running towards the locker room.

“Y/N!” He called as he made his way into the locker room. The minute he entered the room he heard an angry scream come from the showers, and he bolted. When he entered the showers he found Y/N in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest. “Hey, hey darling what is wrong.”

As he approached her she looked up at him eyes wide. And he watched as she kept trying to breathe but no air was coming in, instead, she was just making a wheezing sound.

“Darling, breathe, come on baby, I need you to breath for me,” Ted said as he quickly grabbed her face in his hands.

Y/n shook her head as she dug her fingers deeper into her skin.

“No, now come on Y/N, look at me.” Ted said grabbing one of her hands with his. She looked up at him and their eyes locked. “Listen to my voice ok, I want you to breathe ok, in and out, follow me ok.” He then began to take deep breaths and Y/N began to copy. “There you go, keep going.”

“Seth Meyers,” She whispered under her breath.

“What?”

“I name actors, it, it helps me calm down from an attack.”

“Oh, ok um… Tom Cruise.” Ted said grabbing both of her hands.

“Tom Cruise,” She repeated, her chest loosening up slightly.

“Meg Ryan.”

“Meg Ryan.”

“Kirsten Dunst.”

“Kirsten Dunst.”

“Bill Hader.”

“Bill Hader.” Y/N gasped finally feeling like she could breath. Slowly she leaned her head forward so her forehead was against Ted’s.

“There we go, just breathe darling.” Ted said as he began to rub her back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She cried as she buried her head into his shoulder.

“There is nothing to be sorry for.” Ted said as he sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap.

“I can’t go out there Ted I can’t go meet…” Y/N sobbed harder.

“Darling, what are you talking about?”

“Henry and Michelle I can’t, I can’t do it.”

Ted looked at her confused as she studied her face trying to figure out what was going on inside her head.

“I’m afraid.” She continued.

“Afraid of what.” Ted smiled sadly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“What if he hates me Ted?”

And suddenly everything clicked, he knew that Y/N had been acting a little strange whenever Henry was brought up in conversation, she had talked to him a little bit whenever he and Ted zoomed, but she would never talk for long. And when he had told Y/N that Henry and Michelle were coming to visit, she became a little distant.

“Y/N, Henry is not going to hate you.”

“You don’t know that Ted!” Y/N exclaimed as she pushed herself away from Ted standing up. “What if he thinks I’m the woman who is standing in the way of his parents getting back together.”

“Y/N.” Ted sighed standing up trying to walk towards her but every step she took he just took another one back.

“And I’m terrified that if he hates me, that you will leave. I know how important Henry is to you and rightfully so. I couldn’t stand it if I caused some problems between you and your son.”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down, you haven’t even met him yet and all of a sudden you have imagined a fight between us. Darling. I love you. So much. More than I ever thought possible after everything that happened with Michelle. And I know this is scary, hell I’m terrified to, but I’m going to be standing there right beside you the whole time.” Ted said as she finally stopped backing away. “You got to give Henry a chance, he is a smart kid, he will realize just how absolutely amazing you are. Just like I did.” He quickly reached out and took her hand, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand.

Y/N snuggled into Ted as he kissed the side of her head. He held her for a moment before he grabbed her face in his hands kissing her. As they broke apart Ted wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“I love you Y/N.” Ted said.

Y/N wrapped her hands around Ted’s wrists as she leaned her forehead onto his. “I love you too Ted so much.”

They stayed like that for another moment before Ted lowered his hand intertwining his fingers with hers.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yeah I guess.” Y/N sighed, her anxiety tried to fight its way through, but with Ted beside her she could feel it being held back.

“You will do great,” He kissed the side of her head once more as they walked back out onto the field.

As they made their way out to the field they could see Henry playing around with the players, and it caused Ted to smile. He watched as Jaime purposely dove for the fall falling short so that Henry could make a goal.

“Way to go Henry!” Michelle yelled as they walked up to her.

“Michelle, I would like to introduce you to Y/N Y/L/N.” Ted said.

“Oh my god, it is so nice to meet you!” Michelle exclaimed as she held out her hand. Y/N reached out to shake it. “What am I doing. Can I hug you?”

Y/N laughed. “Yes,” And Michelle pulled her in for a hug.

“Henry, hey I have someone who wants to meet you.” Ted called and Y/N turned to watch the young boy running towards them. “Henry this is my friend Y/N. You’ve seen her a couple of times over zoom” Ted said and Y/N crouched down so she was eye level with Henry.

“It’s very nice to meet you in person Henry.” Y/N said.

“Dad she is not your friend.” Henry said and Y/N’s heart stopped. “She’s your girlfriend.”

Everyone laughed as Ted set his hand on the boys shoulder. “You’re right buddy, you are absolutely right.”

“Why don’t we head and get some food.” Michelle suggested smiling.

As Y/N stood up Henry grabbed her hand as they began to walk towards Mae’s pub. Y/N looked over her shoulder with a giant smile on her face.

“I told you.” Ted mouthed smiling as he came on the other side of her grabbing her other hand pulling it up to his mouth kissing it.