#but here’s hoping they fully go away too

[seongieluvr]

your sunghoon anal scenario 🧍🏻‍♀️ I’m thinking

okay I got a lil carried away but I hope you enjoy <3

— cw ; anal, oral (f rec), sunghoon is kinda mean but not really, slight ass eating, spit, degradation, praise, pet names, I think that's it

walk with me here for a bit...sunghoon looooves fucking you, like he's convinced there is no better feeling in the world than your cunt wrapped around his cock. and it pacifies him and his high sex drive, but you need more. and so you suggest anal to him.

and at first, he shuts down the idea. he doesn't think it'll feel good for either of you, plus he's super scared of accidentally hurting you and he would never be able to come back from that, knowing he hurt the only thing he's ever really loved.

but after enough coaxing, he is willing to try it, if it means it'll make his baby happy.

and that's how his new obsession starts. the first time he fucks your ass, it's awkward and uncomfortable, but once you both get used to the feeling...he hates that he denied him and you of this for so long.

he almost always wants to fuck your ass, he would never tell you, but he thinks he almost prefers it over fucking your pussy.

he loses his fucking mind when your face is squished into the pillows and your ass is the air, cunt dripping from your first orgasm and his spit from him eating you out just moments before.

"you look so fucking pathetic like this," he growls. he grabs one of your asscheeks and gawks at your tight hole. "literally begging for me to fuck your ass like a fucking whore." he collects a wad of spit before letting it slip for his mouth and onto your hole before rubbing the head of his cock between your folds, collecting your arousal.

he presses his tip to the tight ring and you whine, moving your hips back to gain any kind of friction to your neglected hole. "ah, ah, not so fast, doll." he coos. "are you really this needy? I haven't even properly fucked you yet, yeah?"

you look up at your boyfriend through teary lashes, unable to form any coherent sentence or words. all you knew was sunghoon, and you were going insane that you were being deprived of the one thing you needed most.

"p-please, hoon..." you cry, drool dribbling down your chin and onto the pillows.

"please what, angel? you gotta use your big girl words to get what you want, you know this." he replies, sliding his cock between your cheeks, making a mess of spit and cum.

"fuck me...please. please, fuck my ass...I promise to be good." you whine, tears forming on your waterline.

sunghoon smirks devilishly, a tiny fang poking between his lips. "aren't you just so precious..." he takes his free hand and smoothes your hair from your face. "and who am I to deny such an obedient little anal whore?"

he presses his tip into your hole and hisses, his bottom lip going between his teeth. "fuck, doll...how are you still so fucking tight?"

you moan into the pillows as he stuffs your ass full of his thick cock, feeling every single inch going deeper and deeper until he is fully sheathed inside you.

sunghoon groans when he bottoms out in you and doesn't give you much time to adjust to him before he's pulling out to the tip just to slam back into you.

"such a sweet little angel, aren't ya? lettin' me use your ass like this...letting me mold you to the shape of my cock, knowing no one will ever fuck you the way I do." he spits as he thrusts in and out of you, his heavy balls slapping against your cunt.

your mind is blank and your pussy clenches on nothing. all you want is to cum and for sunghoon to cum in you. "h-hoonie..." you murmur. "p-please fill my ass..."

sunghoon laughs lowly at your plea. "already planned on it, doll."

it didn't take many more thrusts from sunghoon for you to feel the coil in your stomach on the verge of breaking. "'m close, hoon."

"fuck, me too, baby." he grunts as he slips back into your hole. "god, you take me so well...such a good little doll for me..."

the coil breaks and your coming around nothing, feeling it drip out of your cunt and onto your thighs, whining sunghoon's name over and over like a mantra, like it's the only word you know. and right now, it is.

"gonna cum in this tight little ass, fill you up and watch it spill out..." sunghoon pants, and with another thrust, you feel thick ropes paint your walls. he stills inside you, making sure not a single drop spills out before he wants.

he pulls his softening cock out and watches as his cum dribbles out and onto your cunt. he smiles proudly to himself before leaning down and licking a fat stripe up your cunt and to your spent hole, humming at the tastes of you and himself.

you sigh blissfully as sunghoon laps at your cunt and ass, letting him do as he pleases.

"you're so perfect, you know that? my pretty little whore."

[knnichs]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

you get injured while playing on court, kinich just happened to be watching.

c. basketball captain! kinich & volleyball player reader

t. character(s) are in a relationship with the reader, gn!reader, fluff, no use of y/n, not proofread, highschool/uni au, wc 1.1k

m. @lowkeyren @hanniejji author notes at the end!!

It was obvious your team was winning when it came down to the basics of fundamentals—the defense was thankfully taken care of by Sethos, who had just replaced Xiangling as a libero since she, unfortunately, had decided to opt out playing in the tournament. Sethos was great, though. Being an all rounder, he is quite talented with his ball control.

But when it came to the offense, you were certainly the star when it came to your team's attacks.

You call for the set, and steadily go a few steps to the back of the attacking line. Aether gives the ball smoothly, you step forward — right, left, right — then jumping, quickly swinging your arm towards the ball as you hit the line perfectly. The referee calls the whistle before you land, and the line judge points the flag down as they face the right end of your opponent's court. A seamless play.

You got distracted looking at the scoreboard, 23-22, it was a close match and all your team needed was to win this set before you already won. As you landed from your jump, you lost balance. Eventually rolling over your left ankle, and falling to the ground.

Your teammates checked up on you, surrounding you and helping you sit up before the medic came. The match got paused as they helped you ease the pain with an ice pack, and you were brought to the benches. There, several of the other players did their best to reassure you after your unlucky landing. You don’t feel too beat up about it, you already saw this coming when you checked the scoreboard before ensuring your safety when landing. 

You had only hoped Kinich didn’t see that.

He turns the tv on and gives you the remote, two plates of stir fry noodles on the coffee table and a glass of cold water. Kinich sat right in front of you, trying to set up a comfortable place you can rest in as you recover.

“Sigewinne said it was nothing serious, I’m fine.” You repeated for… maybe the 6th time this evening. All that gave you was a displeased look from your boyfriend, and he raised the ice pack away.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be paying extra attention to you then?” 

“Wait—I was kidding. That was a joke,” 

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it was.”

Kinich knew what it felt like having an injury, one during the season at that. It’s devastating—that might be too dramatic. It was just sad knowing you wouldn’t be able to compete until you fully heal. Knowing your coach, Wriothesley, and Beidou, they certainly wouldn’t allow you to play until you got the go sign from your doctor. A very much so sure, go sign.

So, until you got to go on court again, his job was to take care of you.

“Wait one moment. Stay here,” he said before disappearing into the bedroom. He comes back with a few pillows and the world's comfiest comforter (it was his blanket.)

He knew you felt the least bit sad because of this. No matter how minor the injury was, this was the first time you were competing in a mixed tournament, and the first time the boys and girls team from different schools competed for a regional game. It was true you got to play with them multiple times already — your team captains had easily gotten close with each other, so naturally, tune up games or practices with them were common.

Wriothesley cared for his team, so did Beidou, and so did your coach. It was difficult trying to convince everyone you were fine when you already struggled walking to the benches. That’s not including the exhaustion you felt mentally after you sat down—immediately curling up and letting a few tears go was not a good image for you. But your teammates were supportive, they also cared.

Maybe it was a little selfish demanding your coach to bring you back in court, but you were swayed by the overwhelming sense of guilt. That you couldn't play properly for the team, that your opponent ended up getting the point, and that you injured yourself because you got distracted.

“I mean, in the end, you tried your best.” He put the ice bag back on the table once he had noticed it might be getting too cold for you. “That’s what matters most, right?” 

Kinich hands you the glass of water. “And you shouldn’t feel that beat up about it. They all said you need to rest so you could recover faster, just do as they say.”

You paused for a moment, he took the glass from you as you finished drinking, and handed you the plate full of food. Then, the boy went to sit next to you as you laid on the couch. He shuffled around trying to find a proper position, and your legs ended up on top of his lap. 

“This might just be one of the most disappointing games I’ve ever done.”

He brings a hand to your knee, trying to reassure you by drawing figures across your skin. 

“You’ve done worse,” and you throw a part of the blanket towards him.

You take a fork full of the noodles—savory and sweet, exactly what you needed after the game. Kinich knew you always had a craving for something sweet, especially after training, when you’re tired. You two end up in a convenience store buying froyo at some point while you eat in the back of the car, just talking about what had happened.

“They all care about you. I care about you.” He whispers.

Kinich stretched a little to reach you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a kiss. One hand holding yours as you place the plate on the table again. Thankfully this couch fits the both of you, otherwise you wouldn’t be basking in the feeling of his arms slowly snaking up your sides, enveloping you in a warm hug.

“I’ll clean up your injuries for you, I’ll come to your games, I’ll sit here in silence until god knows when—I’ll do anything for you, because I love you. And I will continue to.” 

He holds your hand again, your left this time, and you notice a familiar shine through your fingers. The promise ring he gave you way back when the two of you had your first anniversary with your relationship just two years ago with your favorite color as the gem.

“So please, rest.”

lowkey based on what happened to me during training last… last last week?? please do not play while having a fever!!! ANYWAY this is my first work for this au im doing cough there will be a masterlist for that soon. i fear. after this ill be working on other volleyball stuff esp with scara & sethos i AM STUDYING SETHOS’ CHARACTER RIGHT NOW. hes so fun & silly i love him

anyway, do expect more of these kinds of fics (volleyball au & highschool au) because ive been having intense brainrot for them recently. and i think i did well capturing kinichs character here bc ,,, hes a silly man . who (in my perspective) teases people who hes close with while still being respectful. I ALSO DONT KNOW IF PROMISE RINGS ARE A THING IN OTHER COUNTRIES pardon me if its not … i thought it was cute 😝 okay thats enough yapping SEE YOU

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

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─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, slowburn, fluff, light angst, cheesiness, friends that act like lovers, friends to lovers, mutual pining, attempt at humour, social media au.

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I will be taking a step away from my on-screen role(s) at Smosh since it is not fair to you, the fans or to anyone working at Smosh to work around my schedule. I will try and make guest appearances if I can and I'm sorry if I ever got your hopes up for things to go back to where they started but I hope that at least some of you will come out to support my new projects and I understand fully if you cannot.

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Struggle

[Arcane] Jinx x Female Reader

Summary: "You're like my rock, and I want to be that for you, too, even if I don't exactly know how to do it."

Word Count: 3.05k

Content + Warnings: Modern Jinx (Jinx and Reader are in their mid-to-late 20s), insecurities, crying, language (?)

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[A/N]: This is my 100th post on here, and considering my very first story on here (over two years ago) was Jinx, I figured I could sort of celebrate the post count by writing for her again. I'll be posting for all of my current requests after this until they've all been completed, but I just wanted to say thank you all for the support over the past two years. I'm glad you all enjoy my work, especially to the point where you send in requests, and I hope you'll all like the stories I have planned for the future. :)

Enjoy!

Softly, in the corner of the room, a small record player echoed out peaceful melodies, filling the room and replacing the already comfortable silence. You sat in bed, eyes scanning over the pages of a random book you found a few days prior that you were almost finished reading. Wanting Jinx to be relaxed as well, you kept your legs propped up for her to lean against, resting between your feet and resting herself against your legs, letting her head lie snugly on your knees. She kept her arms wrapped around your thighs to ensure you stayed close to her and didn’t disturb the peace.

Her eyes had been closed for a while. Anyone would assume she was asleep. You, however, knew better. It was easy to hear her soft, quick breaths, a total opposite to the deep, even breathing you could often hear from her when she was genuinely resting. Alongside what you could hear, you were able to feel her fingers occasionally tracing random patterns against your skin. It was clear she was trying to be subtle so she wouldn’t ruin your focus on your newfound book, although it wasn’t working.

There wasn’t a disturbance either way since you were already used to her using the tips of her nails to sketch shapes and words on you, though it was still endearing to know she was always actively trying to avoid inconveniencing you. Often, you had to remind her that you didn’t mind how chatty and peppy she could be, and lately you had been encouraging her to just be herself regardless of what was going on. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone so full of life after constantly being surrounded by constant negativity when you had to go to work.

Plus, you knew she was an incredibly kind person at heart. Even when things didn’t go her way, you knew she almost always had good intentions – specifically when it revolves around you. She wasn’t necessarily the best at comforting others, considering she never truly received support herself for so long, but she tried, and that was really all you could ask for.

The very few nights where you’d fall vulnerable to the cruel tricks your mind played on you, she was always there. Always ready to lend an ear, shoulder, words of advice, whatever you needed. During those times, she knew it wasn’t okay to try to crack a joke or make light of the situation until you were calm and stable again, which was something that you couldn’t appreciate more.

Now, while bundled up in bed with Jinx as you read your book, you couldn’t help the smile that brought the corners of your lips up with ease. Your eyes remained on the sepia-toned pages that rested in your hands, though your attention was quickly pulled away when you felt eyes on you. Meeting Jinx’s gaze, her warm smile widened and she lifted her head a bit to look at you properly. “Why’re you staring at me?” You asked, chuckling and tilting your head.

“‘Cause I like looking at you. You’re pretty.”

Nervously, you laughed again, shaking your head and looking back down. “I’m not, but thanks,” you muttered back, fighting back a wince when you felt her shift her body to fully face you. “What? Of course you’re pretty.” She leaned forward, her chest now resting on top of your knees as she slipped her hands upward to cup your face between them. “Did someone tell you you’re not? ‘Cause I’ll kick their ass if they did. Who was it?” A small shake of your head had her increasingly rapid rambling settle down, allowing you to properly respond. “No one told me that, Jinx, you don’t need to kick anyone’s ass,” you replied with another laugh, hoping to ease the growing tension.

“Then… Why'd you say you’re not pretty? Is it because you don’t have makeup on or something? Because you’re beautiful without makeup anyway, so it’s not like you need it or anything. ‘Course, there’s nothing wrong with wearing it, but I’m just saying you don’t need to wear it to look good, y’know?” Before she could start back up on her scattered speech, you leaned to the side and set the book gently down on the nightstand, then lifted your hands and shook them dismissively.

“Jinx, please. It’s so sweet that you think that, really, it is, but I just don’t feel the same way. I never have, if I’m being honest, but I’ve learned to live with it.” Internally, you could already feel the tears beginning to form behind your eyes, prompting you to curse silently to yourself. Why were these types of conversations always so difficult? You’d never been able to accept or believe the compliments people would give you, so why did they keep coming your way? You weren’t entirely sure why you couldn't accept them, though you didn’t want to try to think back on things to find out. Memories were painful, so you tried to avoid them as much as you could.

She seemed entirely baffled at your words, disbelief contorting her features as she let her hands fall to take hold of your own. “C’mon, toots, I’m supposed to be the crazy one, not you.” You raised a brow. “What exactly is making me crazy here?” “Thinking that you’re not good looking. That’s insane to me! You’re one of the best-looking people I’ve ever met.” Again, you shook your head, your smile now feigned as you fought back tears. “You don’t have to lie to me, I’m fine. Like I said, I’ve already gotten used to how I look. I know I don’t look good.”

“Trinket, you know I don’t have the capacity to lie to you. Even if it were life or death, I wouldn’t be able to lie about how incredible you are. You’re pretty, even if you don’t believe it, and even though you might not think I’m telling the truth, I know for a fact that you’re beautiful to me. Inside and out.” Now entirely dismissive, you shook your head again and hugged your arms tightly. “No, I’m not. You can say all you want – tell me everything you supposedly love about me – but I’m not going to believe it. It’s nothing against you, I just know that people aren’t being genuine when they compliment me.”

Without hesitation, Jinx pushed your legs apart and let herself fall down on top of you, her arms snaking their way underneath you and pulling you closer to her. “Well, then I’m just going to have to keep telling you how amazing you are until it gets through that pretty little head of yours,” she murmured, lips pressing themselves quickly against your cheek before her head fell to rest on your shoulder.

“Please don’t do that. It’s only going to make me feel worse,” you replied, and instantly her head shot up to look at you as if you were crazy again. “Worse?” You nodded. “It would just feel like you’re constantly lying to me. I’d only feel more and more guilty every time you said something to compliment me.” Sighing, Jinx shuffled around a bit until she was able to lie beside you and pull you into her chest. “You wouldn’t have any reason to feel guilty for that, though. I’d be saying it myself. It’s not like you’d be forcing me to say stuff like that – I’d be saying it because it’s true.”

Grunting in the process of wriggling your way out of her grasp, you shuffled away from her and crossed your arms over your chest, head drooping and turning away to avoid seeing how hurt she was by your reluctance. “It’s not true, though,” you muttered under your breath. Following your example, Jinx slid her way over to sit beside you again, her hand coming up and gently cradling the side of your face as she turned your head to look at her again. “But it is.”

Already you were growing irritated with the argument – the same one you’ve had with so many people over the past several years. You knew she wasn’t going to give in, even if you managed to give a solid argument, but you also didn’t want her to start causing grief unintentionally, even if she meant well by it. You had never thought you were pretty, or beautiful, or even just slightly good-looking. You’d convinced yourself over the years that you were average at best, and that was just on a good day where your mind wasn’t being cruel to you.

Seeing her gaze at you so lovingly and earnestly, however, was allowing you to bite your tongue and stop yourself from growing overly defensive like you always did about the subject. You didn’t want to upset her. You knew, just like always, that she had good intentions at heart with what she was saying. You weren’t open about this often, so it wasn’t as if she had much to go off of in terms of how you’d react to her trying to comfort you and change your mind about how you saw yourself.

Huffing out a small sigh, you pulled your head away from her hand, letting your focus fall back to the ground. “Look, I know you’re probably being honest about what you’re saying, but-” “No, I’m not “probably” being honest, I am being honest.”

Again, you let a sigh slip past your lips and your shoulder drooped down in defeat. You weren’t going to win against her, though you didn’t want to admit to what you believed was a lie. “Well, either way, my mind isn’t going to change regardless. You could tell me everything you love about me a thousand times a day, and I still wouldn’t believe you.”

“But I don’t understand why you can’t just trust that I know what I’m talking about here.”

“I don’t know either, okay? People tell me randomly that I look good, or that I’m pretty or whatever, but it just never feels true. It feels like they’re lying straight to my face, and I can never believe them, even for a second. I don’t even know why I can't just believe them, but I can’t. I’ve never been able to.”

At first, you hadn’t even realized you had started crying. Not until you felt something dripping against your arms. Looking down, you finally took notice of your blurred vision, as well as the salty drops that trailed down your skin until they dripped and fell to the mattress beneath you. “Oh, trinket,” Jinx started softly from beside you, hand taking yours.

“Please don’t cry. It’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just want to make sure you know what I think about you. I’m sorry.” As she spoke, she carefully pulled you back into her arms, wanting to make sure she wasn’t making things worse by tugging you against her again. Once you were securely settled leaning on her chest, her free hand made its way up to the back of your head, tilting it down to allow her to comfortably press a small kiss to the top of it. “Please don’t cry,” she repeated just as quietly as before.

It felt like your heart was beginning to break at the sound of her voice shaking and the feeling of her hands trembling against you. She was trying to comfort you, yet you were still somehow upsetting her instead. A sob wracked through your body, and you didn’t have to think twice before you buried your face into her shoulder, partially trying to hide your face as you began to weep in her arms.

No matter how hard you tried, you never seemed to understand her. She was always mentioning how bad she is at comforting, yet you always immediately found yourself wandering to her whenever you were seeking said comfort. Being in her arms alone made you feel incredibly safe, and it was never hard to let the tears flow until you felt better.

Even if your tears stained one of her favorite shirts, she would never get angry. Wouldn’t even get annoyed. She’d simply make a joke about it to let you know she didn’t care, reminding you that she could always change into another shirt. She just wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with her. She wanted you to trust her.

And honestly, with how kindly she always treated you, even when you didn’t deserve it, it wasn’t hard to feel protected and seen when you were with her. You wondered often if you brought her the same kind of unconditional love and trust. Why did she love you so much? She gave and gave constantly, and it seemed like you only ever wanted to take more. How could she not despise you for needing her so badly for the simplest of things?

You shuddered, hiccuping between sobs and trying desperately to pull her as close to you as humanly possible.

“I don’t understand,” you choked out, gaining her attention again and prompting her to lean back far enough to look you in the eye. “Why are you always so kind and patient with me? All I do is upset you and bring everything down, even when you’re trying to help me.”

Upon seeing her bottom lip tremble, brows furrow, and tears grow glossy at your words, your stomach twisted with guilt, already regretting your tone. “Are you kidding me?” She asked with a broken laugh. “You’ve done nothing but bring me joy and laughter since I met you. Sure, there are moments like these where everything’s sort of… glum, I guess, but that’s just a part of life. Before I met you, I felt like it didn’t matter what I did with my life because I didn’t have anyone to share my future with.

“And then I met you, and everything felt so important all of a sudden. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gone to college or gotten a decent job. I probably wouldn’t have even finished high school, honestly, but I did because of you. You’re everything to me, trinket. You make me want to be a better person, even if I’m not the greatest at doing that.

“Besides, you’re always there for me when I need it, especially when I’m feeling down and need someone to lean on. You’re like my rock, and I want to be that for you, too, even if I don’t exactly know how to do it. I know I might not always know what to say, and sometimes I end up making things worse than they already are, but you’ve never once hated me for that. Even when I fuck things up, you’re still here, telling me how much you love me and how you still want a future with me, and I can never tell you how incredible of a feeling that leaves me with.

That’s why I find you so beautiful. And I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. Whether we’re talking about inside or out, you’re beautiful, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. I love every single part of you.”

For a long moment, you were only able to stare up at her, tears flowing freely down your face as you slowly soaked in her words. “You do?” She smiled, nodding. “Of course I do. I could never love anyone the way I love you.”

Wordlessly, your head landed back against her shoulder. You felt your eyes shut as exhaustion began to take over from the crying. Combined with the growing fatigue, the feeling of Jinx’s nails returning to scratch soothingly at the nape of your neck brought a sense of solace that only she could ever bring. It was one of her ways of telling you she was there without having to say anything out loud. “I love you, too,” you finally whispered, sniffling and quickly wiping away your tears before they could continue their journey down Jinx’s back.

If she truly meant everything she had said, then you were doing well to provide her with the same amount of consolation she gave you endlessly. She had done everything for you that she claimed you did for her:

Until you met her, it felt like your life had no real purpose. Meeting her and growing close to her helped you find something to look forward to every single day, even if it was something as simple as waking up to see her asleep beside you. Because of her, you had the courage to finish college and chase after your dream job, all with her nonstop support. You could still remember the way she screamed and cheered for you during your high school and college graduations.

You constantly wanted to be a better person for her and ultimately for yourself, meaning you were always finding new ways to improve how you treated yourself and others, especially her. No matter what mistake you ended up making, she was always there with open arms, welcoming you into her embrace and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as she helped you figure things out.

God, you loved her so much.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her.

There wasn’t a single future you could see for yourself where she wasn’t in it, and that couldn’t make you happier.

A yawn slipped past your lips, followed by another sigh as your body finally relaxed into hers. “Y’know, I don’t believe it when people say I’m beautiful. I haven’t for a really long time, but somehow you make me want to believe it.”

She leaned back again, gently cupping your face in her hand. “Well, you should believe it because, like I said, it’s true.”

Humming, you offered her a tired smile before leaning forward and pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to her lips. You could feel her smile against your own before you pulled away, briefly looking her in the eye again before returning your head to its original spot on her shoulder.

“Well, I don’t believe it right now, but knowing you, I’m sure that someday I will.”

Thanks for the support by the way! One follower for every day of the year, friends. :)

Started on: October 30th, 2024 Finished on: October 31st, 2024

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insecurities , — Nagi Seishiro ! anon request :3

sypnosis whereas reader is feeling insecure about her body weight.

warnings . mentions of slight trauma, vulgar words, fluff, angst, nsfw, not proof read yet , all characters used are aged up. note ⧽ some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't our first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes. (๑°⌓°๑) authors note . the ending was kinda rushed, and sorry this was late. But hey, please enjoy reading !

You nervously stood on the scale, watching the numbers go up as your manager stood ahead of you. Your eyes widening slightly as the numbers went up from the usual limit. 

" Ms. [ last name ] , we've talked about this. Have you not been doing the... diet that we've told you to do? " She then said, stopping in the midst of the sentence to look at the scale, then to you.  

"I- " You stuttered to defend yourself , voice almost visibly breaking. You were embarrassed. Yes, you were nervous about checking your weight, yes you had doubts about your body; but there was a small glint that wanted you to atleast hope that you weren't doing anything wrong. 

" I think not. " Your manager said, raising a brow. " You will not be walking on the runway, and Miss Mikage will be taking your place " 

"But I worked hard for that position! I spent nights prac-" 

" You are dismissed. " Said your manager, cutting you off. 

You walk away in defeat, sadness washing all over you. You worked hard to be in this position, you've gotten rejected multiple times, cried over this multiple times, and the year you finally have gotten chosen to show the talent you've been working hard for— this is what you get? 

"She finally got woken up to reality." , 

"She thinks she's all better than us when the reason she got in here was because of her connections." , 

"I heard the only reason the company accepted her because she's the wife of a famous football player."

The people surrounding you murmured in a secretive tone, despite you hearing them loud and clear. 

Instead of lashing out your anger, you wouldn't want to risk your job even further. So you chose to be the 'bigger person' and walk away. 

You reached your house, opening the door as you found a pair of mens shoes placed hastily on the floor. You sigh, fixing them up as you took yours off and placed it beside neatly. 

You went to the sofa, not bothering to greet your now husband– Nagi since you were too stressed with all the things going on. 

I mean, you couldn't understand. Sure, you were the wife of a famous football player. But you worked hard for this position, you went through those interviews, questions, and so what if you were only accepted because of your 'connections' ? 

Is it so wrong that you eat like a normal human being? 

You DONT understand. Is this what you've been dreaming of? Is this the dream that you wanted so badly, is this the feeling of achieving the dream that you've worked your ass off? 

You started to overthink, you started to wonder— am I not enough? Is this what everyone thinks of me? Do I even deserve this life? Do I even deserve Na- 

"Baby?" A familiar voice questioned, his tone more of a hum. 

You know, Nagi really cares about his games. He'd choose to slump all day if he could. Actually, if you were to describe him– hell he'd probably care about nothing at all. 

But the moment he hears the front door creek, the sound of your shoes tapping as you place it  on the floor— even though your usual 'Nagi, I'm home' wasn't heard, he was sure it was you. 

His eyes perk up ever so slightly, still, he focused on his game; but this time, with the thought of you coming to greet him in his mind. He waited, and waited, but to no avail. And once he fully takes his headphones off, he hears– muffled sobs? 

Ah, that's it. It was your voice. But, why does it make him feel so.. so hurt? Getting up is a nuisance, greeting you is a nuisance, but what's this? The moment he opened the bedroom door to see your crying state, it was automatic. 

He walked towards you, sitting down the couch as he sees your heartbreaking state. "[Name] ? .." he asked, pausing– it was his first time seeing you like this. "Huh? What happened?" He said, reaching out his hand

As much as you wanted to bawl out crying into his arms, you couldn't shake the worry that echoed through your brain. "Go away." You retorted, voice almost breaking. 

'huh?' 

Was what Nagi thought at the moment. What'd he do wrong? Why are you being like this? Why are you acting like this? Why why why why? 

"I don't deserve you." You muttered out. 

"Huh? t're you talking about?" He said, in actual confusion — head tilting slightly to the side.

"I don't deserve you. Let's end this." You said, getting up.

Then a hand pulling you back down. 

"What are you—" 

Your eyes soften as he cuts you off with a kiss. 

You wish you could've resisted, but your body just reacted. The way his tongue slowly slid in your mouth, kissing you in that same lazy pattern. How could someone resist such thing?

"Ah, what a hassle." Nagi says, pulling away. 

" You don't have to console me if I'm such a hassle " You retort , looking away.  

"Mmm, you being sad is a hassle. I don't like it." He says, head snuggling to your chest. He stays silent for a quick second, thinking of a a way to have you feel better. "You can tell me what happened if you want, I don't think of it as a hassle when it comes to listening to you." 

Unknowingly once again, tears welled up your eyes from hearing his words. Do you really deserve someone like him? And when your tears stream, so did your feelings. You unconsciously let your mouth run about how shitty your boss was and your surroundings, how you felt, and everything else that bothered you. 

And there was Nagi. 

Nagi who would've fallen asleep if it were someone else speaking

Nagi who would've chosen to play his games and put on his headphones rather than to listen to some girl crying 

You know, ultimately — Nagi never thought he would be the type of person to really care. But when he saw you crying, talking about the things that bothered you; it bothered him too. 

Just as you thought he fell asleep listening your rants as you muttered 'what'd I expect' , you see him suddenly look up. "I'll tell reo to transfer you to a different company tomorrow.. but first, I need to remind you something, 'kay?"

He leans in once more, his lips lazily moving against yours as he almost effortlessly changed your positions, his slim hands holding your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He suddenly stood up, a slight gasp leaving your lips as you felt him move. Nagi interrupts your attempt to speak once again with a following kiss as he made ilis way to your joint bedroom, carefully placing you down on the bed. 

He pulls away, finding you already unbottoning your blouse as he removes his shirt. And when you do take off your clothes, he stares at your body for a while— the thoughts of insecurity in your mind growing as you see his lips move to speak. 

" s' pretty.." He said, hands giving a quick run on your waist down your thighs as he spreads them. "Mm, I think you shouldn't listen to what they say. They haven't seen how pretty you are." 

Nagi added, his fingers slipping down your underwear as he puts two digits inside of you. You let out a strained moan, hand quickly covering your mouth as he  curled up his fingers, pushing them in and out swiftly. 

He takes your hand off your mouth, snuggling his face onto it slightly. " wanna hear you moan out my name " 

He says, removing his fingers as he pushes his tip against your entrance— then almost slamming it all in, causing you to jolt. "Sei—" You moan out, followed by another as he went on to steady his pace. 

"Need to remind you how perfect you are" He mumbled, lips on your neck as he leaves a mark, his free hand spreading your other thigh slightly further to angle his hips up to that spot. 

"Fuck. Y' feel so good." Nagi added, ramming into you continuously, his grip on your thigh. "Sei, 'm close!" You whimper out in response your head moving back as you gripped on the sheets. 

After a few final thrusts, you both reached your high as you lie restless. 

"I love you." You mumble out as Nagi basically collapses on you.

"Again."

"I love you."

"Again" 

"I love you."

And the cycle repeats until he falls asleep.

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An analysis of Mastermind (the Song)

Now this is gonna focus primarily on Stolas's perspective throughout this whole song. Not that I think Blitzø or Satan's parts are less interesting they're just more straightforward than the rest of it and I don't think I can expound on them that much.

So first we have Stolas using societies already baked in prejudices against imps to immediately square away the idea that Blitzø could be to blame for the whole thing. And you'll notice that when he's doing this he's putting on the same persona that he used in Circus when he got Blitzø out of trouble with his security guards. The act of a haughty Prince that is taking responsibility for an imp. It's a bit of a go to for him.

Then he starts building up the idea of a Mastermind whose actually behind it all that just using Blitzø for nefarious purposes. I also want to point out the look on Ozzie's face here because it is expressing exactly what I was thinking when I first watched this which was " what the fuck are you going on about Stolas?"

But if you notice something that I'll talk about a bit more later he's not saying he's the Mastermind at this point. He's just talking about a vague Boogeyman esque mastermind here.

Then he goes on to detail what killing Blitzø like this would mean in Hell. First he's doubling down on how lowly he is, meaning he couldn't possibly have done it and that he is clearly just a scapegoat. Basically telling them that doing so won't solve anything. But then next he says that it would "light a fire in the hearts of his race" which as we see afterwards, it did. This whole song stoked massive support for Blitzø and if we remember resulted in the first time in history where an imp sentenced with death got away and survived.

Fuck it! I am the Mastermind. There is the briefest moment here where Stolas closes his eyes and thinks. Right before he says Fuck It. I don't think Stolas had fully cemented on the idea of taking the blame himself until this point. I think this is the point where he realized he can't back down from this, he can't just make up a Mastermind he has to be the Mastermind. I think he has this sort of as the plan the whole time but that he was also giving himself a bit of an out before by being vague. He could have said he was the Mastermind the entire song but this was the moment he started taking full ownership of the title.

I have no regrets/ I have regrets. Publically Stolas is saying that he has no regrets about the whole scheme that he used Blitzø for. But then we immediately go into private mode where Stolas is having some regrets and second thoughts about doing this. He says " why am I throwing my life away for this idiot?" He doesn't like doing this but he's going to anyway.

And he decides to do it because the alternative is Blitzø dying. And that is too horrible of a fate for him to bear. Stolas probably also feels actual responsibility for the whole situation because he made the deal to let Blitzø use the book knowing it was illegal. So if he can do anything to let Blitzø live, this is it and he's gotta do it. So then we get to

I am the Mastermind, the master of my faith. No looking back, we're doubling down. Full on. So much of Stolas arc as a character is culminating in this moment. For so long he has just been a puppet in other peoples plans. He has never been in charge of his own life but now he is the master behind his own decisions and steering his own fate. Even if it's at his own detriment. He sings about how much he loves Blitzø and death itself is the only thing that can break them. He is resolved to this fate and he's taking it head on.

There are so many fucking layers to this episode, it's a gift that keeps on giving. It's my favorite episode containing my favorite Helluva Boss song. I hope you enjoyed this attempt at a breakdown I did.

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Cute

Curses should not have been all fun and games, and yet the cat curse afflicting Sylus was more delightful than she wanted to admit out loud. So delightful that she couldn't help taking as many pictures as she could to remember it, capturing snapshots of all of his cutest moments. Until he catches her.

Pairing: Sylus x MC Tags: Fluff, established relationship, yes cat caretaker event Notes: Who would have thought my first ever Sylus fic would be related to the most recent event! In my defence his ears look soft and I'm only a woman

“What did you just do?”

She scurried backwards as a furry tail whipped towards her, nearly knocking her phone from her hand as the flash flared.

“Hey! You just ruined my picture.” Stars flickered at the corners of her vision as she tucked her phone against her heart, away from the snap of Sylus’ tail.

She pouted, scowling at him. It was an effort to keep up the expression, his soft ears twitching as he tried staring her down, his tail swaying like it might launch another attack. “You ruined my picture! It’s going to be all blurry now.”

Ever since he’d been cursed, Sylus had been acting different. He was still himself, without question, but there were tiny shifts that she never would have noticed if she hadn’t already known him. He was sleeping more, tucking himself into odd corners and spaces where he would usually sprawl out. He still roused at night, but often not until the sun had fully set and a chill clung to the air.

She would be shivering, wishing for a warm blanket and her mind already half-asleep, and he would be up, his vermillion eyes bright like starlight shimmering through rubies. She would be trying to lie down, to rest for just a little, and he would be rousing her. She would close her eyes for less than a few minutes, and he would be up, grumbling until she gave up on any hope of sleep.

She was pretty sure he had started making biscuits, too, although the look he had given her when she’d first seen it had been half-plea and half-warning not to pry. His tail flicking dangerously, his ears drooping just the tiniest bit. It was enough to make her heart ache, and so she had hurried away.

He’d become clingier too, which wasn’t something she’d thought was possible. There was almost always a text from him waiting on her phone, or he was calling her to ask about dinner plans, or he was at her door with her favourite takeout in one hand, the other waiting for her to take it, and let him steal her away into the night.

But now it was like he wanted to crawl into her skin, like he had become her second shadow. If he wasn’t asleep he was close at hand, toying with the ends of her hair or poking at her plate when she was eating or nestling up against her when he decided it was time for another nap.

She often found she was suppressing her giggles, delighted by these strange new quirks of his. She wanted to capture the memories of it all before the curse was lifted and he went back to pretending he didn’t like having his head rubbed.

Her phone’s camera was filled with photos of him staring out the window at birds flitting by. Curling up into tight balls in the corner of the couch while he napped. Eyes closed in rapture as she scratched his ears.

But it was not five minutes earlier that she’d been caught in the act, trying to sneak up behind him while he batted at the tassels hanging from the curtains in her living room. It had happened in less than a second. One minute she was lifting her phone, finger on the button. Then an ear twitch, a tilt of his head that had his eyes catching hers.

And now they were here, her photo ruined, his tail lashing out to catch her and drag her close. She barely had a moment to retreat further, hiding behind the couch. He wouldn’t be able to reach her unless he climbed over it, so she was safe.

For now.

Sylus frowned, arms crossed over his broad chest as he levelled a glare at her. “What did you just take a photo of, kitten?”

That was another thing. He had become much grouchier since waking up with cat ears and a tail. Scowling, almost on the verge of pouting some days, getting irritated when he didn’t get his way. She noticed it most when they went out together, and he had a scowl levelled at anyone who got too close to her. Or when she came back from work, and he glowered while dragging her into his arms, nose wrinkling until he was satisfied she only smelled like him.

“I didn’t take a photo of anything,” she grumbled, levelling a glare right back at him. “You interrupted me before I could!”

He cocked his head to the side, a predator sizing up its prey. It would have been unnerving if not for the twitch of his ears and tail, so soft and fluffy she wanted to reach out and run her fingers over them.

“And what were you trying to take a picture of, kitten?”

His query reeled her from her thoughts. She smirked, holding her phone a little tighter. “Shouldn’t you be the kitty now? You’re the one with the ears and tail.”

He hummed, his tail swaying. “I’m not the one who gets up to all kinds of mischief when someone’s back is turned, sweetie.”

Said the man who’d knocked over her lego flowers when she’d stopped rubbing his ears for five seconds.

“And you didn’t answer my question.” His brow arched, tail flicking faster from side-to-side. “What were you trying to take a picture of?”

“I was trying to take a picture of you,” she grumbled, giving him a pout. “You looked so cute.”

His brow arched higher. “And how many of those have you taken?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she huffed. She took another step back without thinking, her knuckles white from the grip on her phone. “You were cute and I want to remember it.”

“Why? Are you planning to leave me when the curse is finally lifted?”

“What?” She blinked. “No, not at all.”

His ears twitched. “Then delete the photos. You don’t need to remember me when I’m with you every day. I don’t intend on running off like a common house-cat would.”

“Weren’t you the one that said you’d betray me at any time?” Running away seemed like a type of betrayal.

He sighed, tilting his head back to peer at her with half-lidded eyes. “Maybe you’ve domesticated me.”

“Clearly not enough.”

A line formed between his brows as he closed his eyes. “Delete the photos.”

She took a step back, shaking her head. “No! I want to remember all your cute moments while you’re still a kitty.”

When his eyes opened she realized how much trouble she was in. The corners of his eyes narrowed, his lips slowly curling up into a feline grin. She tried to take another step away, her back colliding with the wall.

When had she backed up so far? And why was he so close?

As she had tried to retreat, Sylus had been following closely. He’d already rounded the couch, his ruby eyes glimmering with a devilish sheen that promised trouble.

“Delete the pictures, kitten.”

“But I don’t want to.” She used her final weapon in her arsenal, pushing out her bottom lip into the most spectacular pout she could muster. “Won’t you be a good kitty and let me keep them?”

“I think we both know I’m not a good cat.” Another step, the distance between them closing. “And if you don’t delete them, I’ll have to hunt you down like the bad cat that I am.”

Oh absolutely not. She was going to print these and put them in a scrapbook.

She turned to run, the hallway that led to the front door barely a few steps away. And then she made it all of three steps before strong arms were wrapping around her middle, yanking her backwards and crushing her against the solidness of his chest.

“Nice try.” His voice rumbled in his chest, the reverberations sending goosebumps racing across her skin. “I guess a cat like me is quicker than a little kitten.”

“Only when they’re being mischievous,” she groused. He’d caught her so easily, she was a little disappointed; he could have at least let her get partway down the hall before snatching her up.

“Mischievous?” His voice was a warm sigh, sparks flaring along her nerves and down her spine.

“Yes! Mischievous. You grabbed me just like a bird flying by, all so you can steal my phone.”

Sylus hummed, the sound vibrating in the hollows of her bones. It reminded her of a purr, a warm rumbling that spread to the tips of her fingers and toes. “I think I’ve been much more gentle than I was with that bird.”

“Have you?” Her voice wobbled. “You’re holding me pretty tight. I think you bruised my sides for sure.” 

He snorted, not loosening his hold in the least. “I’m making sure my house-cat doesn’t run away.”

The heat of his breath fanned over the back of her neck before she had a chance to respond, making her go quiet. He was still humming, but the rumble in his chest felt stronger, a tenor harmony that carried the tuneless melody in his voice.

She felt the tip of his nose, gently at first, running over the top of her head, his breath tangling in the strands of her hair. Down to the nape of her neck, ghosting over her skin until she shivered again. Her pulse stuttered, like the stumbling of feet in a dance she was still only learning.

Her breath stuttered out of her, each inhale making her mind more clouded, each exhale making her a little more breathless.

“House-cat?” She did her best to dredge up any ire, any petulance. “So now I’m a housecat?”

She ignored how he had emphasised ‘my,’ knowing full well it would make her lose her senses entirely. Already there was a riot of wings racing through her chest and belly, her heart’s beat no longer a steady rhythm she could rely on.

“You’re certainly not a wild one.” His breath tickled her ear as he ran his nose over the side of her head. “Although you’re not very obedient.”

“Cats rarely are.”

Her eyes fell closed as she felt his lips brush against the shell of her ear, his voice reverberating deep into the hollows of her bones. “Does that mean you really will run away?”

“No.” He chuckled at her answer; she hadn’t meant to emphasise it so hard. But the question had jabbed her like a needle, and she felt defensive.

“Unless you want me to,” she added, lowering her head.

His response was instantaneous, a tightening of his arms that held her so close she could feel each beat of his heart.

“Does anything I’m doing suggest I want you to run away?” He was smiling against her ear, pressing kisses to her flushed skin.

“You only grabbed me because you wanted to delete the pictures.”

Another chuckle, the reverberations twinning with the pleasant rumble coming from his chest. He slid his nose down further, heated lips dragging over her skin as he drawled: “thaaat’s right. The pictures.”

When he reached her throat he nuzzled his face against her skin, against where her pulse thrummed. Her breath caught, lungs constricting in surprise as a shiver raced through her like lightning strikes. If he had not been holding her up she would have fallen over, her legs betraying her with how weak they became.

He rubbed his face against where her pulse thrummed, his hair and ears tickling her with their softness. She closed her eyes again, content with his closeness and warmth, even knowing that he was very much still teasing her. It was how he was holding her, how he sighed so softly in between rumbling purrs that made her heart ache. If he asked her to delete the photos now she didn’t think she would put up much of a fight.

“You’re going to make it up to me if you want to keep those pictures, kitten.”

He didn’t sound particularly menacing, his words soft as feather down, his voice warm as a summer night.

She leaned back into his arms, nestled so comfortably she could have stayed there for ages. “Careful. You’re being cute again. You might make me think you really are my kitty cat.”

She felt his inhale, his nose pressed against her throat. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but ‘cute’ has never been one of them.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything.”

The rumble of his laughter tickled her skin, a flurry of goosebumps flaring across her skin in response. His nose bumped against her throat, his arms tightening as he nuzzled his face against her skin. His hair tickled too, soft edges like feathers as they brushed against her jaw. One of his ears smacked against her cheek, and she couldn’t help wondering if it had been intentional.

“Is that all you want me for? Being cute?”

Again she felt that instinct to act defensively; no she did not only want him for being cute. It’s not like he had been cute when they’d met.

“No,” again spoken with too much emphasis. But this time she didn’t care, even as she felt his widening smile against her neck. “Why do you keep saying things like that, Sylus?”

“Maybe I just like to see how you’ll react,” he said. She shivered again as he continued rubbing his face into her neck.

“Well, was my reaction good enough for you?” 

He chuckled. “It was very good, sweetie. It told me everything I need to know.”

Heat crawled across her face, and she glared at the far wall as the heat of his breath washed over her skin, her nerves fizzing like sparklers in the night. Gossamer wings fluttered in her chest, her stupid heart betraying her.

“Good enough to let me keep those cute photos?”

Again he laughed, cold air swooping in like a bird of prey as he drew back. She shivered from the cold, wishing in the back of her mind that he would press his face against her.

“It’s not like you’ve left me with much of a choice, kitten.” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear, and she allowed herself a small smile as his warmth leached into her skin. “You can keep the photos.”

She grinned wider, utterly shameless. In the euphoria of her victory she managed to spin around in his arms, phone camera pointed up at him as she sang “smile!”

And Sylus did smile. A devious grin that promised nothing but trouble. But he smiled, letting her capture as many photos as she wanted while she giggled, her delight making her silly and carefree.

“Are you happy?” He asked, amusement lacing his tone as he tracked her movements with keen eyes.

“Very.” She couldn’t help herself, reaching up to give his cheek a pinch. “Now I’ll have lots of photos to remember when you were a cute kitty.”

Sylus sighed, but did not push her hand away. “I still don’t think being cute suits me.”

“I do!” She chirped. She gave his cheek another pinch, then patted it gently as he smirked. “You’re many things, Sylus. And cute is absolutely one of them.”

He chuckled, catching her hand before she could pull it away. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” She smiled wider, bubbling gold in her veins. What else did she call the crinkle at the corners of his eyes when he was happy? Of the roguish curve of his lips as he smiled? Or the way he held her hand close to his lips, thumb rubbing circles against the back of her hand?

Sighing again, he brushed a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re so spoiled, kitten.” He lowered his head, his tail swaying slowly, the ruby of his eyes bright with mirth. “Only you can see this side of me, and get away with calling me cute, my lady.”

She could have sworn she felt a rumble in his chest, a quiet reverberation she could feel in her heart.

“I guess I’ll need to work on being cuter,” he continued. His words should have sounded chagrined, and yet he only sounded amused, his eyes dancing. “So you’ll give me all your attention, instead of those photos.”

She smiled, his rumbling purrs as warm as his words. “I look forward to it.”

[chaithetics]

maybe you could do one around toms bachelor party where stewy has to leave bc his gf is having a panic attack? you could make that super fluffy

An Addams Kind of Love

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x fem reader (reader has anxiety). Word count: 1.6K Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, there are no physical descriptions of reader- it's you bestie! Reader is just called Stewy's girlfriend so you can read her however you like :) Fluff/comfort fic! A/N: Thank you for this request! I'm so sorry how late this is! I hope you all enjoy this Succession Sunday treat, we are so back! This is the first fic for my Sickcember event! You can read more Stewy fics here and more. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! I'd love to hear from you!

It didn’t take much, it never really did and you hated it. Sometimes you were completely fine, you could be having the time of your life with friends and then a thought would enter your head like a dark cloud and ruin it. Or you’d feel anxious critters nestle into your brain as you laid in bed, after you’d finally caught some sleep you’d wake up and the day would start with anxiety haunting you from the get go. 

You’d spent the whole evening at the Rhomboid party with a superficial smile plastered onto your face and a feeling of dread festering in your stomach. The anxiety had made you feel too nauseous to try and distract yourself with any of the perfectly arranged nibbles. But you did have a drink you’d been able to occasionally sip on, your fingers were clutching onto the glass so tightly it was a miracle it hadn’t shattered yet.

The sounds in the underground venue just echoed louder in your head, the conversations, music, even the sound of your shoes was just overwhelming you and your anxiety more. The fabric around your chest and torso was feeling too tight and you couldn’t breath, all you were inhaling was shallow. Your body started to pace away from everyone, desperate to lock yourself in some room and try to calm down before all the perverts claimed them. 

Your eyes were wide and darting around as you tried to quietly excuse yourself, Alex tried to check in with you but you just felt hyper-aware of your dysregulated breathing and knew that your forehead and pits were starting to get damp. Words didn’t feel so easy right now. 

“Panic attack?” He asked, familiar with your anxiety. You nodded and walked off, finding one of the small empty rooms to sit in and try to ground yourself. Alex waited to see which room you went into before getting Stewy. 

Alex walked over to Stewy and whispered in his ear while he talked to Sandy and Kendall, they were too invested in the corporate bomb that had been dropped to notice Stewy’s attention conveniently evaporating. 

“So apparently my girlfriend’s having a panic attack. I’m going to let you two just catch up now. Cool?” He says as he puts a hand on Kendall’s shoulder in an effort to be friendly and reassuring. He looks at Kendall before walking off, well aware of the shit he’s being in this situation to his oldest friend. 

But money talks, even when you’re with your oldest chum, money and winning gets to speak first if you’re like Stewy. Ken would do the same though, Stewy knew he wasn’t anywhere near the point of being self aware to clock it though, he was still wrapped up in despair like the damaging blanket it was. 

You were also a bigger priority, Stewy would still think that way, even if your anxiety didn’t give him a convenient exit to uncomfortable conversations, he adored you and just being in your presence made him fully understand what Gomez Addams was high on. 

Stewy walks off through the maze of people and conversations ranging from pleasure to business as you sit in a room with your fingers digging into your legs, if only they were a little longer you’re sure they’d draw blood, struggling to breathe. 

He steps into the dark room softly opening and closing the door, he thinks it feels too cold for a party as sleazily vibrant as the one on the other side of the door. But he recognises that the slightly cooler temperature is for the best. Stewy steps closer to you, his big brown doe eyes taking in your huddled up, anxious form and the way that he can see tears glistening on your perfect cheeks as you look up at him. 

“Hey… Hey, baby… What’s going on, huh?” He asks as he steps closer and puts a hand out to gently rub your shoulder, he touches you in a soft circular pattern as his eyes move across your face analysing you for any tells. Any signs of what’s wrong or what he can do to make it better. 

You felt awful. It had started with feeling like your thoughts were getting louder, too loud and that there were too many of them fighting and bouncing around your head and then the lights and music felt like too much. Everything was too fucking loud and too much. Before you knew it, you couldn’t breathe, you kept trying to inhale but your body was refusing to suck in the air and no matter how many deep breaths you tried it felt like the oxygen was stuck, that it couldn’t properly reach your lungs. And you definitely couldn’t feel it in your stomach like one of those guided meditations would tell you to do right now.

You try to suppress a cry and speak but it comes out as a choked sob and you just wave your hand and then start rubbing your eye and you blink your eyes shut tightly. You can’t describe it. You don’t know where to start. Stewy quickly sits down and wraps his arms around you, gently pulling you closer to him with your back to his chest. 

He keeps his arms around you just like the security blanket that he’s become and lifts a hand slightly up, encouraging you to hold it. You look at his golden hands, they’re warm but not clammy like yours are right now. 

Your eyes follow each of the small lines you can on his palm, visually tracing them as you run your fingers over his hand before holding it and squeezing it. He doesn’t complain, he never would in a moment like this. And his complaints were always arrogant, never over things like this. 

“I’m not judging… You’re safe here.” He whispers slowly as he continues to rub your arm. “It’s going to pass soon, I promise.” 

He’s so tender as you feel him against you, your breathing is still shallow and too quick but you try to focus on the feeling of his warm hand against yours, how it’s soft and tender. It’s soothing. 

“Just breathe and we’ll sit through this, I’m here.” Stewy speaks softly and you tilt your head, closing your eyes as you feel him rubbing your arms and every muscle he can reach with his free hand while holding you. You can feel him press his lips against your neck and the back of your head, they’re gentle and light. 

And slowly, very slowly it starts to become a bit easier. 

You keep your eyes closed and focus on the soft feeling of the pads of his fingers rubbing a comforting circle on your arm and the anxiety slowly starts to ebb out. Like he said, it eventually passes and your breathing becomes a bit more stable and doesn’t feel so difficult. 

The tight feeling in your chest stops and you take a shaky but deep breath and tilt your head. You blink back and move a hand to rub your eyes gently. 

“Feeling a bit better, babe?” He asks softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Y-yeah.” You reply and nod. 

You lean back into him. 

You lean back into Stewy and take an easier deep breath and relax into his touch, he’s a comfortable constant. He wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head as you stay cuddled into him and in his lap. He loves holding you and wrapping his arms around you, he’d spend his life always with at least one hand on you if he could. He’ll have to think about the logistics for that now, he can do that later though. Now he’s just enjoying you. 

After a moment Stewy starts to  nibble on your ear, you take in a quivering breath and tilt your head away before letting out a shaky laugh. Stewy lets out a small chuckle and rubs your hip, his smile growing at that sound and how your body shakes with a small laugh and not a tremor of worry. 

He goes to nibble your earlobe again and you laugh more. “You’re a weirdo.” You whisper and rub your eyes with your arm, your forearm picks up the teary residue from your cheeks. 

“And you’re my anxious weirdo. A hot one though.” He bites your ear again and wraps his arms around you more. He buries his head into the side of your neck. “Like a really hot one.” 

You sigh and close your eyes, you can feel his warm breath against your skin and it’s what you try to focus on in the moment. 

“So, you feel like leaving now? We can go before a Roy comes and tries to bite my fucking head off.” Stewy says before pressing a couple more kisses to your neck, you chuckle and nod. Spending the night out of there sounds pretty great and you can cuddle Stewy with a weighted blanket at home. 

“Yeah, that’s- that sounds good.” You nod. Stewy smiles and affectionately but playfully gives you kisses from your neck to along your shoulder. He continues with his kisses before he finally pulls himself away from you long enough for you both to get up and leave so he can spend the rest of the night showering you in affection and care.

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[satureja13]

When Ji Ho woke up, the creature was ogling him - demandingly. Probably it was - hungry? And Vlad wasn't here. Probably he slept somewhere else... Ach, he shouldn't have moved Vlad's bed out without asking him first.

Somewhere in the ship music was playing. Probably from Skully's recordplayer in the 'meadow': 'Strange shapes light up the night I've never seen 'em though I hope I might Don't ask if they are real The men in black, their lips are sealed'

Ji Ho: "Nothing against you... eh - cat creature. I actually wanted someone else in my bed ^^' But it's my own fault. I acted too rashly. We're kind of together for two years but not really, you know? And there are all those feelings I'm barely able to keep inside now that I've finally found them. How does he do it? How can he be so in control all the time?" The creature just blinked at Ji Ho.

Ah, it was good to talk to someone. They're so busy all the time, there are not many occasions to have a deep conversation with someone. Just - the creature can't answer. And it kept looking at him. Ji Ho: "Right. You're hungry, hm? And I keep on rambling. I'll just get dressed and we're finding us something to eat. What do you think?" *Blink*

As if on command, Ji Ho's phone pinged. Ji Ho: "Oh. From Jack. The one who repaired your friend, remember? He says there's breakfast in the crew mess for us... Hm? How does he know you're with me?"

The music was still playing. 'Fantasy fills my mind To leave this place before my time Release myself from earthly care My dream may be your nightmare'

Ji Ho laughed: "Just when I thought this was one of the less creepier songs he plays! I'll be right back."

Ji Ho got dressed and carried the creature over to the crew mess. Which was as redundant as carrying owls to Athens. The creature knows this ship better than you, Ji Ho ^^' They passed the 'meadow'. Ji Ho: "Nice song, Skully." Skully: "Glad you like it. It's Take me away from The Blue Oyster Cult."

'I turn my hopes up to the sky I'd like to know before I die Memories will slowly fade I lift my eyes and say Come on take me away Come on take me away'

They don't get rewarded with such a stunning view often since Great A'Tuin mostly floats through subspace and then they just see a black-grayish nothing. But Jeb and Jack must have stopped the engines for the repairs, so Ji Ho and the creature have a great sight during breakfast. Ji Ho was so amazed, he almost forgot to eat. (The 'view' from Vlad and Ji Ho's bedroom is fake. The quarters don't have real windows ^^') The creature must be used to it, though. Or food is just more interesting to him, he just has eyes for his dish ^^'

'Come here girl close to me A thousand stars your eyes can see First one we see tonight I wish I may I wish I might'

Ji Ho sighed. Before he's going to attend to his next shift on the bridge, he'll bring Vlad's bed back to their quarters. Vlad's message was clear.

But before that, the creature urged Ji Ho to follow him. To the storage room where he'd scared the stuff out of Ji Ho a few days ago ö.Ö' Poor little one. He even has a sad little place of his own back here... He really must have been more afraid of them - the intruders - than they of him - the alien creature in the ventilation shafts.

Ji Ho wonders what his story might be...

The creature soon fell asleep and Ji Ho filled the his bowl - then he reluctantly left to retrieve Vlad's bed. Even though all the obstacles that kept them apart for over two years are out of their way now, it's still so hard for them to be together and happy. Too much has happened and it's hard to get it over with. And when he just entered the corridor that lead to the quarters where they stored Vlad's single bed, Ji Ho found a message from Jack - and a photo. Oh! It shows Ji Ho and Vlad sleeping in their bed! Together! The message says: "Don't tell him. He still hasn't fully digested the t-shirt story yet ^^' Have patience with him. Love Jack." So Vlad had shared the bed with him last night!

'I need love, love to ease my mind I need to find, find someone to call mine But mama said you can't hurry love No you just have to wait She said love don't come easy It's a game of give and take You can't hurry love No, you just have to wait You gotta trust, give it time No matter how long it takes But how many heartaches must I stand Before I find a love to let me live again Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on When I feel my strength, yeah, it's almost gone I remember mama said

No love, love don't come easy But I keep on waiting, anticipating for that Soft voice to talk to me at night For some tender arms to hold me tight I keep waiting, I keep on waiting (give and take) But it ain't easy, it ain't easy when mama said'

The Supremes - You can't hurry Love Link above leads to an amazing clip from The Supremes at The Ed Sullivan Show in 1966!

Outtakes

Ji Ho was dreaming of Jeb!

And the alien creature tells Ji Ho to not give up on love :3

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[fashionteahouse]

Could u do door pt2 there has to be more

i sure can ;) i’m glad u like it hope you enjoy :)

door - paul x reader

AN: part 1 here

You munched on the treat that was inside of the glass dish and you had to look at it and comment, “Oh my god.”

It was really that good.

That night, you washed it out and dried it. You also made a small posted note to give to the boy across the street.

The next morning before leaving for work, the note was placed onto the dish and you walked over to his home as you keys jingled with each step.

The sun not fully up, you figure it was too early to knock on someone’s door. You just set it at his front door, and walk away before venturing off to work.

Paul walked through the woods tired. The sun was coming up and he wanted nothing more than to take a shower and fall right to sleep.

His nostrils smelled the sweet aroma from his imprint. She was at his front door.

He picked up the glass dish and read the note that was left for him.

“Thank you, Paul for the delicious snack. Your friend’s baking is amazing !”

He kept the note.

When he woke up and was more refreshed, he gave the glass dish back to Emily.

“Did your neighbor like it?”

“Yeah. She says your baking is amazing.” Paul answers. Emily smiles at this.

“Do you like her?” Emily asks with a knowing tone but she wanted him to say it from his mouth.

“Yeah. I think I like her a lot.” he answers.

“Did you…?” she asks quietly as she puts the dish back into her cabinet.

Paul nods his head.

“Aw, I’m so proud of you Paul.” she says sincerely and Paul couldn’t help but bring a small grin to his face.

He went home, the sky was set to dusk, he didn’t walk in the direction of his own home.

He knocked.

You paused your cooking by setting the heat to a low burn.

You open the door is surprised to see Paul looking back at you. You couldn’t help the smile that was on your face, you felt what he did was thoughtful.

“Hi.” you greet him warmly.

“Hey. I got your note.” Paul says.

“Oh, good. I really appreciate it. That was so nice of you.” you say.

“You could’ve knocked. I’d much rather seen you in person than through a note.”

You looked down, your breath hitched and you had to remind yourself that you weren’t a little school girl who was shy in front of her crush.

“It was early. I didn’t want to bother you, ya know.” you say as you gesture it with your hands.

“You? Bother me? I don’t think so.” he says and you softly huff a laugh and he sniffs, “Are you cooking?”

You suddenly remembered the food. You sniff and felt relieved that no scent of food burning was in the air.

“Yeah.” You say and tell him what you’re cooking and point behind you with a thumb, “Are you..Hungry?” you ask shyly.

“Yeah,” he licks his lips quickly, “I’m hungry.”

You felt his presence behind you as you lead him into your home.

You placed the trivets onto the table and set the hot food on top. Handing him his plate, you felt the tickles of his fingers as it shocked you like electricity.

“Thank you.” he says in a euphonious tone.

You nod because you didn’t know why you suddenly lost the ability to speak. He has a seat and so do you.

You were going to wait for him to finish using the serving spoon, you were shocked when he scooped food onto your plate for you.

“Oh! Thank you.” you say.

“Is that enough?” he asks, ready to put more on for you.

“Yes, that’s enough. Thank you.” you say.

You watched him aa you picked up your fork, as he scooped his food onto his plate.

He took a bite with his fork and the soft moan he emitted made you feel a pit deep in your stomach.

He goes back in for another bite.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly.

“Mhm.” he says not opening his mouth while chewing and looks at you to show that he means it. This made your stomach do backflips.

“Get a load of yourself.” you think in your head.

You felt jittery and nervous and you think about how you haven’t felt like this since you were inexperienced with guys. You felt small under his intense gaze.

It was different. This moment was like night and day. You were dominating at your workplace, only to feel a tad overpowered by this person who was eating at your dinner table. Worst of all, he was younger than you.

You expected him to leave after dinner had wrapped up but you found yourself telling him that you had the dishes, it was no big deal to clean the kitchen yourself.

He bullied his way into still being the one to run the warm water and rinse the dishes that were clean from the suds.

He makes small conversation and asks about you.

“Where are you from originally?” he asks.

You tell him. You tell him that you moved here since Washington offered better pay. You tell him that it will get some getting used to, hence the weather. You tell him you missed the sunny beach in your hometown.

“I can take you to our beach. Once the weather clears up.” he offers as he dries his wet hands,

“I’m so busy these days. I doubt I would have the time.” you mused.

“I’m patient.” he says while quickly shrugging his shoulders.

This makes you pause to take a good look at him. He looks right back at you without missing a beat. You softly chuckle as you look away to the side. A thought popped in your mind.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, I just…Thought of something.” you say.

“Was it good or bad?” he asks.

“I don’t know. That’s the funny part about it.” you say.

“Was it about me?” he asks.

You then look to him and know that you couldn’t bring yourself to lie.

“Yeah.” you say.

He steps forward, “Just tell me.” he says simply.

“You are…just…something else.” you say bringing a slow smile to your face.

“What do you mean by that?” he asks.

“I…” you squint your eyes a bit as you bring your words together into coherent conversation, “It’s just something about you.” you pause to shake your head, “You have a debonair demeanor about yourself.” you say.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he asks you and you didn’t notice how close he had gotten until he tilts his head to look you straight in the eye.

“Come to think of it, I think it’s influential.” you say lowering the volume of your voice.

That’s when the grin stretched across his face, etching into his already perfect features and you felt your mind just melt into mush.

His eyes darted around your face, taking in every detail of your features.

You watch as he moves closer and closer but, you liked breathing in the same air as him. You were almost anticipating his next move. He moved so slow, it was almost killing you.

The timing was perfect, you were pressed to him as he planted the thought of him being a good kisser, in your head. You forgot about the world around you as your eyes were shut, just breathing all of him in.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, you walked with wobbly and shaky legs as he turned around in the doorway.

“Promise me you will see me again.” he says.

There was just no way you would be able to pretend like none of this had happened. To be honest, you didn’t even want to try.

Nodding a bit and looking him with squared shoulder you tell him, “I promise.”

[neveraftcr]

" playing innocent? " she questioned. briar may not know exactly what he was talking about, but she could guess, and she could argue that he wasn't completely innocent in all of this either. he'd obviously done something, in such a way, that the idea of letting him push her away was unacceptable to her and just as she thought all was over, he came and pulled her right back in again. deeper than ever before, more determined to hold onto him, to not lose him to everything and everyone that would see them pulled apart. " i'm just as innocent as you are. " she could have grown lost in him, she still might if they stay like this any longer, too aware of the risk and danger of what they were doing now to ever want to let do and leave this place.

kiss was over, but she still held onto him, hand still on his face and the other holding onto his wrist, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. " oh, is that what that was? " she asked, small laugh passing her lips. " you just playing hard to get? " there was a part of her that wished that was all it really was - playing hard to get. briar knew it ran much deeper than that, deeper than she could really understand at his point. she could only hope that he'd allow her to wrap her head around it all, to not fully close himself off to her. " you can run, but i'll find you... and the more you run around here, the sooner i'll actually learn my way around. then i won't get lost as often. " playful grin shone up at him, hoping he didn't take it as an invitation to dart back into the maze. she wasn't done, she wanted more and she knew the moment they left, their small bubble shielding them from the rest of the world would pop. her eyes softened and while she knew it wouldn't be as easy as this for them, she spoke, " just don't let me... don't let me go. "

"oh, you do. are you just playing innocent?" almost, he'd laugh. if he wasn't so distraught with this internal vow he's broken with himself. not so primarily internally– there's his father who has taught him from day one to be exactly like him and here he is, breaking his rule in the worst form he could possibly do so. grow smitten with an opponents daughter, so much as even favor the opposite party to befriend her let alone hide out in a secret spot exchanging kisses. why does he feel tremendous guilt that he doesn't even care which party she's apart of? he's supposed to, programmed to– it's in his bloodline. and then there's the paranoia plaguing him. secret service are not snitches, not even allowed to be for that matter–– they're just here to secure them both. but still, how's he to really trust each of them to keep a secret as scandalous as this one?

after their lips move rhythmically and the intensity of it takes his breath away, lungs burning for oxygen, he's thankful she's the first to pull away; otherwise he may just choose to die like this. the blond left starry eyed by the smaller brunette. feeling embarrassment, remorseful for betraying his father. yet somehow more frightened he's just betrayed himself by feeling how much more he's just gotten attached to her once his eyes find hers. "you never know. i may take off through that maze, make you chase me again. i like to play hard to get, sweetbriar-rose." playfully taunting her, small smirk curling his lips as hands wander over her angelic face, brushing beautiful dark hair back, thumbs gently touching her cheeks. memorizing each mesmerizing feature of hers until something more solemn fills his eyes, almost turning them glassy. that lump in his throat coming back. the warm wind blowing against their faces, a few more seconds passing before he stresses his thoughts out loud, "i just don't know how to keep you."

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the never stop blowing up vhs is where cute twinks go to get harmed

[timetohealit]

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[girlivealwaysbean]

it would feel so nice to work towards a career that has meaningful impact and makes millions of people happy

[wildegeist-old]

After wrestling with composer's block for months and not being able to do much, I revisited a track I'd been working on before and now it sounds WAY different than what it was earlier. Definitely happy with the direction it's going in though, feel like I had some breakthroughs. So here's a lil piece of it that I was especially having fun with.

It's Sableheart related, with some very modified motifs from Arctos's theme and some similar sounds and ideas at play.

[fuwaprince]

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