#but to pay attention to me and maybe gently touch me and possibly fall in love with me

[mysicklove]

Summary: Yuuji has a bad day, and all he wants is for you to make him feel better <3

Warnings: cheesy/sappy writing!!!!!! like so cheesy. I can't help it. he makes me sick. slight dom/sub dynamics (reader being dominant), suggestiveness/talks about sex, kneeling + praise heavy, aged up! character! gn! reader

Wc: 2.0k

A/N: i saw this in my drafts and just wanted to finish it up before starting my other wips. i am lovesick with him, do not mind me. i am actually embarrassed at how sappy this is

art here! by @mpsql - super super super cute!!! <333

Yuuji was exhausted. It was just one of those days that seemed to drag out – the watch Nanami gifted to him seemed to tick as slowly as possible. Nothing was going his way, and although he never made a fuss to the people around him, he still was frustrated by all the events. 

But now he was home –  he didn’t have to worry about those things anymore. He could crawl up to you, and with the gentle caress of your fingers through his hair, he was bound to be left thoughtless. Or maybe you would touch him tonight – he has been good, so he doesn’t suppose that it was out of the question. 

He takes a deep breath, snapping out of his thoughts – getting a hard-on would not be appropriate right now. The man opens the door to your shared apartment, mumbling out a greeting and scanning the room. He calls your name, setting down his bag and walking toward the living room. You pop your head out of the office, wearing your blue light glasses. “Ah! Welcome home, love,” you call, smiling at your boyfriend, “I am doing some work right now, but dinner is in the oven. You are welcome to eat it without me. Gotta finish this!”

He doesn’t say anything, but a frown pulls at his lips. Suddenly, he feels his previous emotions resurfacing just from the sound of your voice and the familiar warmth of his home. Itadori pads over to you, ignoring the wafting smell in the kitchen until he stands directly next to you. Then, he grabs the back of your rolling chair and flips it away from the screen. You blink at him in surprise, being torn away from your work. “Yuuji?”

His lip wobbles at the concern in your voice, and the boy immediately falls to his knees in front of you without a word. He presses his head against your clothed thigh and wraps his arms around your waist. “Just….bad day.”

You frown at him and place your hand on his head, gently petting him. “Poor thing,” you coo, and his whole body shivers, but he nods into your leg. “Do you want me to do anything for you?”

He thinks back to his previous idea: sex. Something that he was opposed to, but now, in the moment, he didn’t crave it as much. He wants your touch –  he always does, loving physical affection more than anything, but maybe tonight, it didn’t need to go below the waist. He was content just being close to you.  

“No. But, can I stay here?” Itadori asks, voice soft and barely above a whisper. He was content in this position, finding that it strangely made him feel small, and your words made him feel safe. 

You cock your head to the side, slightly confused. “Kneeling? You might get uncomfortable.”

He blinks at you, shaking his head stubbornly. “No, ‘s fine. Like it down here.”

You grin at him, now using both hands to rub through his hair and gently massage his scalp just the way he likes it. “Does it have anything to do with what you are facing?”

He eyes at your crotch for a split second and then looks up at you, a small pout on his face. “‘I’m not some perv, you know.”

“Just teasing you,” you sigh, ruffling his hair slightly. “Anyways, I have to do work, Yuuji. I can’t keep petting you.”

He yawns into your leg and sighs. “It’s alright. I’ll sit and be quiet.” Then, he closes his eyes, cheeks pressed against your thigh, content. 

You face back toward the computer screen, not paying attention to the boy who seemed to be pressing himself impossibly closer to you. Ten minutes go by, and you are more than surprised to not hear Yuuji’s usual light snore. He tended to fall asleep pretty easily, so it was shocking that he was awake right now – you dont comment on it, letting him rest his eyes.

But his silence doesn’t last much longer than that. His dark eyes peer open, and he glances up at you. His voice is soft, as if afraid that you will be upset at him for distracting you. “Can you do the thing?”

“Hmm?”

“Where you uh…compliment me.” 

Your eyes flicker to him, and you notice the tips of his ears turning a shade of red. “You want me to praise you?”

He readjusts himself on the floor nervously, but nods his head. A hand returns back to his head and the boy seems to melt at the touch, eyes already fluttering shut again. “Well, I suppose it’s not hard to. I could list about fifty things I love about you without even thinking about it.”

He gulps, face now a bright shade of pink, and sighs into your pants. “Me too.”

You trace the tips of his ears with your pointer finger. “Cute,” you say, smiling at him as your computer screen darkens with its lack of use. “Hmmm. Where do I begin?” you ask yourself rhetorically, and Yuuji waits in silence, trying not to buzz with excitement. 

He readjusts himself on the floor, pressing more of his muscled frame on top of your lap. It reminded you of a great dane trying to be a lap dog, because they believed they were the size of a chihuahua. It’s cute, and you didn’t mind his extra weight. “Well, I guess I could start with how kind you are, but that sort of a no-brainer.”

 “’s not,” Yuuji mumbles into your pants.

“No? I disagree; everyone knows Yuuji Itadori is kind. It’s been like that since high school and probably before that. The boy who makes everyone feel comfortable. Who radiates warmth, light, and happiness. Y’know, you could easily compare to the sun.”

Yuuji squirms in your lap, making a small noise of complaint. “Now you are just exaggerating.”

You beam at him, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” Your fingers ghost over his lips before he tries to argue again, and he remains quiet at the gentle warning. “I think you are very pretty Yuuji.”

You use both of your hands to cup his face, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks that were warming up steadily. He wants to complain about the word choice, but he finds himself remaining silent, finding the compliment strangely endearing to him. He has been called handsome before, hot even, but pretty was not common. You preferred to call him cute most of the time, which he has grown to love even if most men didn’t. 

You lean down and press your lips to his hair. “Your hair is pretty, soft, and easy to pet.” Then you move down to his eyes, kissing at the scars beneath them and his eyelids when he instinctively shuts them. “Your eyes are pretty, a warm shade of brown, or maybe an amber color?”

He squints at you, one eye remaining shut from where your thumb pads just below it. “I just call them brown.”

You pout at him. “Aw, you're no fun! They are much more than brown, and you know it. Now, your nose.” You peck the tip of it, and he blinks at you, waiting for what you are to say next. “Hmm, I guess I don’t have too much to say about it, but it is really cute.”

“I like your nose a lot,” Yuuji interrupts, and you bark a small laugh. In return for his remark, you teasingly press your thumbs into the corner of his eyes when you catch him staring at it. He shuts his eyes with a whine, trying to pull away.

You breathe out another laugh and then move your fingers again to trace his skin, peppering it with small kisses. You go back to complimenting him. “The prettiest skin, with the cutest scar beneath your eyes.”

“Dont remind me,” Yuuji grumbles, thinking about his time with the curse. He was exorcised a while ago, and Yuuji can safely say that he enjoys being able to think for himself once again. Plus, the flirty comments about you from the king did not sit well with the boy.

He shifts on the floor again from the thought, and you frown. “Are you sure you don't want me to grab you a pillow for your knees?”

When you try to stand up, he simply presses more of his weight onto you – successfully pinning you to the chair. He looks at you with a small pout, “I said I was fine. I was comfortable in that position!”

You pinch his cheeks with a teasing smile, ignoring his small whines of protest. “So whiny. I just want to make sure you dont get bruises on your knees. Could lead to some misunderstanding, hm?”

He looks away, rolling his eyes but smiling again. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Y’know, I can’t help it when it comes to you.”

His cheeks flush again, and he groans into your pants. “Please dont tease me. You know how easy it is for me to get turned on.”

Your nails drag over his neck, and he does a full-body shiver, while he hides his face in your leg again. But you continue running your fingers over his shoulder and down his back. Then, you tilt his chin up to look at you. “Dont hide. I am not done praising you.”

“Sorry,” Yuuji mumbles, trying not to gulp at the way your thumb drags over his lips. He keeps looking away, but also leaning closer in hopes that you may kiss him. It was so easy to in this position.

“Did I compliment your whole face already?” you ask, knowing the answer. You have kissed and praised every facial feature except for his lips. 

He was waiting for you to finally kiss him for real. Your lips grazed every part of his face except his own. So, he shakes his head and blinks at you. “Uh, you haven’t said anything about my lips yet…”

You cock your head to the side, frowning at him. “No? I am sure I did.”

You were teasing him – he knew it. You knew that he wanted you to kiss him, and you were being purposefully cruel. But, Yuuji was known to getting straight to the point. “Please kiss me now.”

A laugh falls from your lips at the whiny demand, and you shake your head with a grin. But, you listen and lean forward and peck at his lips. Yuuji pouts at you, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. It wasn’t the type of kiss he wanted, and the both of you knew that. “You were so nice earlier. Why are you teasing me now?”

Your thumbs rub at his eyebrows, smoothing them out until he relaxes them. “You make it too easy.”

“Can you kiss me for real?” Your thumb continues to rub at his lip, and you stare at it, waiting. Yuujis face was flushed from embarrassment, and his tongue runs over his teeth before he says, “Please?”

And with that, you smile at him and gently press your mouth to his. This time you dont pull away and instead let Yuuji lead the pace. He, like you expected, nearly pounces on you, tilting his head up and placing his hands on the back of your hair. He makes a small moaning noise and pushes himself closer to you until his knees hover above the floor so that he can reach your mouth more easily.

You are the first to pull away, and he tries to follow you, chasing the trail of saliva connecting you two. Pants leave your mouth, and you laugh breathlessly as he obviously waits to kiss you again. You lean back in your chair, and to this, Yuuji leans forward, now resting his arms on either side of your legs.

The action makes you raise your eyebrows, and you gently squeeze his cheeks together, shaking your head. “You are quite spoiled.” 

He frowns at you, upset that you dont want to kiss some more. “Not spoiled enough,” he mumbles, and at this, you laugh while he continues to pout, even when you let go of his cheeks.

Your hand goes back to tracing the skin on his face, and Yuuji leans into the touch like he is some sort of cat. “Is there anywhere else you want me to praise, Yuuji?”

The comment was meant to be lighthearted, hoping that you could compliment something he was insecure about. But, the boy, in return, pauses for a moment and looks at you with wide puppy dog-like eyes before slowly dragging his hands down his body until his hands touch his crotch. He gulps and says, “I think, um–I think here needs some attention too…”

Your lips curl up in a grin. “Aw, I thought you said you weren’t a pervert?”

He thinks back to what you said earlier and lets out a small laugh. “Y’know, I can’t help it when it comes to you.”

Your lips are back onto his in an instant. It always ends up like this: Yuuji says that maybe he didn’t need sex tonight, but somehow, one way or another, the two of you end up in bed together. He didn’t mind it one bit.

[peacheeeliz]

031. there it is (wc: 868)

“You are just too cute when you're drunk, you know that, right?” You question, squeezing Sunghoon's cheeks with your palms. His lips form a pout, forcing a quiet laugh out of you. “I obviously need to pay more attention to you, or you just drink bottle after bottle.”

A movie plays quietly in the background, long forgotten as the two of you went through various soju bottles. Not long after arriving, Sunghoon was able to find his place right next to you on your couch, sharing his convenience store goodies with you for your last-minute dinner plans together. A moment so familiar, yet your cheeks grow a nice pink color at the closeness between you two – and it wasn't the alcohol speaking.

The man nods, staring at you with heavy-lidded eyes as he nuzzles closer into your hand. You freeze at the action, hair standing up down your arms. “Please pay attention to me alllll the time,” he mumbles, holding one of your hands with his. “All I need is your eyes on me, baby.”

“Who knew being drunk would make you so bold,” you tease, softly rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “And affectionate. Didn't think you could get even more cuddly than before.”

“Only for you, my beautiful wife,” he whispers, escaping your hold on his face and falling straight into your arms. He buries his face into your shoulder, “being with you makes me so happy.”

“Aww, hubby,” you start, hands finding their way to his back and gently stroking the fabric of his shirt. “Being with you makes me happy, too.”

He grows silent for a moment, maybe because he's content in your arms. Or maybe his mind is racing, and his heart is pounding right out of his chest, struggling to come up with even a word to say next. “Now that Third Life is coming to an end,” he pauses, never looking up to meet your eyes. “Will we still be… I don't know… married?” He questions but doesn't give you the chance to respond. “I know Newly Weds will always be popular amongst the fans, and we'll always be friends, but… I like how it is now. Being married to you.”

“You like being married to me?” You ask. It's all you can muster, as your thoughts are running wild at the man's question.

He nods, finally lifting his head up to look at you. “I love being married to you,” he answers, his eyes sparkling. “The idea of you teaming up with someone other than me makes me sick. What if people start shipping you with them instead? And forget about us?”

You smile at him sweetly, hand finding his cheek again with a soft touch. “Hoonie, no matter who I team up with or get shipped with,” you pause, struggling not to laugh at his wavering eyes. “They will never be you.”

He goes quiet again, really taking the time to process your words. He lowers his head back into your shoulder, face heating up all the way to the tip of his ears. “You can't just say shit like that, Y/Nie…” He murmurs, shaking his head. “I can't handle it.”

“Oh, poor baby,” you tease, patting the back of his head with a quiet laugh.

He lifts his head up once more, eyes bright as they stare up at you. “Your baby, right?”

“Hey, if I can't say stuff like that, neither can you,” you joke, soothing his hair back. Still, he only responds with a pout. You let out a soft sigh, “but, yes. My baby.”

A smile grows across his face, reaching his hands up to cup your cheeks. Despite initiating it, the proximity between the two of you has his mind going haywire. “God, I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be with you,” he mutters, taking a deep breath. “If only it was more than just some fake marriage from a Minecraft server.”

You're taken aback by his bold words, eyes wide at the fact that just a few drinks would have all this spilling out of him. “Who says it has to be just that?” You question, tilting your head to the side.

His stomach turns, and his heart begins pounding even hard – if it was even possible – and his head dips down again. “What did I say about saying stuff like that?” He whines even more as you laugh at his response.

“You said it first!” You say, struggling to hold back your laughter. “Come on, say it again,” you continue, urging him to look back up at you. “I wanna hear you say it again.”

“You're evil,” his pout returns, looking back at you with almost glossy eyes. When you don't say anything else, he sighs. “... I want more than this,” he pauses. “I want more than some weird Minecraft series ship… Y/N, I want you.”

“There it is,” you tease, a big smile playing on your lips. You tilt his head up by his chin, adoring the way his cheeks flush at the situation. “God, have I told you how cute you are?”

“Many times,” he answers.

“Good,” you reply, leaning in until his lips meet yours.

synopsis ⤏ popular youtubers team up on all new minecraft smp, quick to name themselves the "newly weds" after sunghoon gifts y/n a poppy. but will these romantic endeavors between the two just be "for the lore," or will feelings blossom?

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[suskz]

Felix’s tits obsession

w/c: 459

a/n: just a little thought ;) I’m just a girl

Felix loves your breasts. He loves touching them, licking them, worshiping them even for hours.

It’s not always necessarily a sexual thing. In fact, most of the time it’s mostly casual.

When he comes home after a long day of work, the only thing he wants to do is cuddle up with you on the couch and talk about this and that.

And by now, you’re not even surprised when you feel his hand slipping under your shirt to cup one of your breasts in the middle of the conversation.

It’s not that he’s not paying attention to your words, no. It’s as if his hand has a mind of its own, moving on its own while he remains perfectly focused on what you’re telling him.

Maybe he doesn’t even notice that his hand is no longer on your side but is moving somewhere else, fondling you.

And you don’t interrupt yourself, already used to his need to squeeze your breasts between his hands.

They are like a stress reliever for him at times and a pastime at others.

“They are so soft,” he had explained to you, “I love feeling them in my hands, it’s relaxing.”

And how could you deny him the touch?

—

It can happen in the middle of a movie, feeling his hand massaging you over your shirt, gently squeezing, lazily.

And it's natural for your nipples to harden after a while, but that's perfect for him because he can brush them with his fingers or squeeze them —in short, he can play with them in more ways.

Or when he feels particularly needy, he asks you to take off your shirt and immediately attaches his lips to your breasts. Just that. He can spend hours with his lips on your nipples, swirling his tongue and sucking them greedily.

Maybe deep down he hopes that something might come out of them, but he knows that's not possible and it remains just a dream for him. It's not a hidden dream though.

“Wanna drink from your tits.”

“Need mommy's milk, will you give it to me? Please?” he asks, raising those puppy eyes to look at you.

And you simply giggle at his words and play along with him.

And when you go to sleep? His hands are always there.

He says it helps him fall asleep because it relaxes him.

He asks you to lie on your back on purpose, so it’s easier for him to touch them.

The way he rests a hand on one of them, pushes it to straighten it with your body, and then lets it fall outward; the way he traces circles around it and runs his thumb right where your nipple is, rubbing it gently.

Felix just loves your tits so much.

[coffeeaddictbluebird]

Limbo - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Charles invites her to dinner, and she doesn't know how to feel about it. WC: 0.85K Warning: None. Genre: Angst + Fluff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“Next time, instead of feeding me, answer me. Tell me whether we are breaking up.”  Her words kept repeating in his head. If he was being honest, the possibility that what they were going through was a break up, had never hit him. He had thought maybe some space was what they needed. Even though he didn’t seem to want or need it.

It was not the first time they had fought, after all. But as he stared at the message on his phone, he could not shake off the profound realisation that maybe this time was different. What was he thinking? They hadn’t been on talking terms for well over two weeks. Well, that was only if you counted the non-work related talking. Professionally, they couldn't avoid each other. After all, she is his race engineer. Maybe that was why he took her for granted. He realises his mistake now. As he pays the bill, he just hopes it’s not too late.

He finds her not too far from the restaurant. It always annoys him that she walks for miles in those heels of hers without realising sometimes. But today, just for today, he is thankful for it. As he catches up to her, he does not take a second to think about the fact that their relationship has always been private. He just does what his heart tells him to do. And at that moment, the only thing it wanted, was her in his arms.

So he embraces her. His arms encircle her abdomen as he gently rests his head in the crook of her neck. It catches her off-guard for a moment, but she lets him, and he is hit with yet another realisation. It has been too long. Too fucking long. How had he ever managed to live this long without her touch, he did not know. After all, he was barely surviving these days. So he says everything that has been on his mind ever since he sat her down to eat in that restaurant.

“I will never tell you that. How can you even be so cruel as to demand that from me?” He mumbles in her neck. “All this while, not once had I thought about the possibility that this was a break up, nor do I want to.”

He can hear her sigh. He can feel it in the palms that rest on her abdomen. She is frantically looking around, trying to see whether people are paying attention to them. But the advantage of working late hours is that it’s way too late in the night, and way too dark for people to possibly care about who’s embracing who.

“I never said I wanted to break up, honey.” She doesn’t want to cry, but her tear glands betray her as a traitorous drop slips, falling on to the back of his palm. If he notices the wetness, he doesn’t say it.

“But you implied it.” If it was possible to get drunk in just her scent, he would have been drunk by now. Every perfume she applied, she somehow always managed to make it hers. Even his perfumes smelled better on her.

“No, I wasn’t trying to. I’m sorry if you felt that way.” She felt him shake his head, her collarbone starting to feel wet.

“You aren’t the one who should be apologising. I am sorry that we keep fighting. I am not going to blame it on work. If anything, you work way more than I do, and you don’t fuck up.” She could feel his grip tighten, her arms finally wrapping around him, slotting her fingers through his. A few people passed by occasionally. Some of them turned around out of curiosity, but there was no way to see his face with it almost buried in her neck. They simply moved along, unaware of who it was.

“I am sorry that I keep fucking it up. I know I haven’t helped my case these past couple weeks, but there is nothing that I wish more than ending every day in your arms. I don’t want to break up with you. Not today, not tomorrow, and not in a million years. I promise I will try to be better. Just please, come back home.” She chuckled as his sniffles due to the snot in his nose.

“I am home, honey. Right here.” She nuzzles her face in his hair. “And we both know I haven’t been the easiest to be around either. I am sorry for being so difficult.” He shakes his head, as if to convey that it wasn’t her fault.

“Can we stop apologising now?” She nods, letting go of his hand to wipe at his eyes. Turning around, she buries her head in his chest, letting her tears dry. The lights at the restaurant shut off and the man shakes his head at them, locking the front doors. They don’t know how long they stay there, in the middle of the road, letting it get quiet as the moon shines down on them.

“Je t’aime.” He whispers.

“Ti amo.” She replies.

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[discoscoob]

FRIEND ZONE | Neo Anderson x Reader

Under the warm glow of a single lamp and the flickering light of the television, that neither of you are paying any attention to, Neo sits silently on the couch in your shared apartment. Curled up beside him, with your head buried against his chest, you sob against the worn fabric of his dark hoodie.

Neo feels his heart ache with a heaviness settling in his chest and one question clawing at his insides. How could anyone hurt you like this? You’re too kind, too precious, too… perfect to be inflicted with that kind of pain. How could someone take your love for granted, when he would do anything to have you look at him the way you look at those unworthy fools who only end up hurting you?

He shifts slightly, unsure how to hold you without holding too tightly. His arms feel clumsy in moments like this. He wants to cradle you, to keep you safe and protect you, but instead he just awkwardly rests his arm on your shoulder, the lightest touch - the only touch he dares.

You sniffle, lifting your head just enough to speak, the sight of your swollen and puffy eyes, agitated by your tears, provokes a coiling ache in the pit of Neo’s stomach.

“Why do I always pick the worst guys?” you wipe your tears with your sweater paws, your voice shaky and raw as you speak. “I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong? Why is it so hard to find someone who actually cares? Someone who will love me… for me.”

Neo’s throat tightens. Every time you say something like that, it’s like you’re throwing daggers straight at his heart, unaware how much he aches to unburden himself of his hidden feelings towards you. He wants to shout, I'm right here! He wants to pull you closer and tell you that you don't have to keep searching. He wants to tell you that you’ve already found the guy who would give anything to make you smile, to protect your heart like it's the most precious thing in the world— because to him, it is.

“He was a jerk, Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong, he’s an idiot for not realising how lucky he was to have you.” Neo says softly, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your shoulder. “You deserve so much better than him. Someone who will cherish you and would do anything just to make you happy.”

“I don’t think such a guy exists, Neo.” your shaky laugh sounds bitter as you hopelessly admit your dwindling faith in love.

The words hit Neo in the chest like a hammer. His heart twists painfully, almost cruelly. It's not just what you said—it's the finality of it, the way you’re so convinced that no one would ever love you the way you deserve. No one, including him. It's like you don't see him at all. It makes him feel invisible.

I exist, his mind screams, but his mouth stays sealed.

“He does exist, Y/N. I promise, he does.” his strained voice answers around the lump in his throat that he painfully swallows. Neo hesitates, the truth on the tip of his tongue, held back by his own cowardice. The thought of losing you, your friendship, your laughter, your late-night talks — it paralyses him. He knows if he tells you the truth, everything could change. What if you pull away from him, the only person he's ever felt this connected to? What if he loses you? That scares him more than anything.

“Maybe… maybe he’s closer than you think.” Neo cautiously adds, his fragile heart anxiously teetering between the possibility that you might catch onto his subtle hint and realistically knowing that you won’t. His heart will fall either way because the possibility of you knowing will only lead to the possibility of your rejection.

“I wish more guys were like you, Neo. You’re the only one who never lets me down. I don’t know what I’d do without you… you’re like my rock.” Neo feels his chest clench uncomfortably at your words, because they’re agonisingly close to what he desperately wants to hear but almost cruelly they’re not meant in the way that he wishes. They’re never meant in the way that he wishes.

“I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. I promise I’ll never let you down.”

And he means it. Even if it means swallowing his own feelings. Even if it means watching you fall for someone else again and again. He will pick up the pieces of your broken heart and carefully put them back together with tender care. While neglecting his own broken heart. Because loving you is the easiest thing he's ever done. Telling you... that's the hardest.

[linics]

how would bllk characters comfort you?

featuring : i. rin, y. isagi, s. nagi

pt.2 coming soon ??

a/n : this is pretty much just a one shot w each of the characters !! none of this will be exactly canonical as some characters cough rin are completely emotionally unavailable. i am also new to tumblr so stick w me on this. not proofread & lowercase is intentional. also just coming out of a major writers block.

i. rin

this man would have absolutely no idea how to react. first of all, he’d probably brush you off if you weren’t close with him. so for the sake of this, we’re going to pretend that you two are very close. he’s probably opened up to you by his definition — which consists of letting you around him when he’s upset — so that’s likely what he’d do as that’s all he knows what to do.

his social awareness doesn’t end on the field, sure, he likes to rest sometimes, but it’d just come so naturally to him whenever it involves you. he can’t help it.

you’d probably have to be painfully desperate for some sort of comfort to go to the most closed off man ever, but you did so regardless. walking into his room, your eyes landed on him as he studied the previous match in places where his past-self couldn’t see. his eyes were glued to the tv.

even so, he instantly noticed your presence, his eyes not faltering as he recognized the footsteps approaching him. he stayed silent.

as much as he was expecting the footsteps to reach him, they paused in the middle of the room. this caused him to realize that something was wrong, it was a new behaviour from you, after all.

“come here,” he said reluctantly. you followed, not wanting to annoy him. and who were you to deny rin of a rare moment of him wanting you to be closer?

a few minutes passed and he hadn’t acknowledged you any further, simply studying the gameplay.

“i didn’t come here to watch you analyze a game,” you scoffed, shifting to stand up again.

“well, that’s what you’re doing. sit back down,” he retorted before you got the chance to fully stand.

you shook your head in protest, but went back to sitting, “this is boring, rin.” he just scoffed at your comment, standing up.

“eyes on the screen, tell me everything that happens.”

you looked at him curiously as he left the room. you tried paying attention to the game as much as possible, but there was no way you could dive into all the small details like he could.

about 2 minutes later, he wandered back, settling down to where he was resting before. he had a pillow in hand.

“there. if it’s so boring, then sleep.” he said simply, passing you the pillow. it was too hot for a blanket, anyways. but if you asked for one, he might’ve left to grab one.

you took it from him, placing it under yourself and laying down.

he let you fall asleep next to him. even if it seemed like he was more engrossed in the sport, he still left for a few minutes. a few valuable moments. and he never asked you about what happened in those 2 minutes.

y. isagi

he would go to you, for sure. he’d noticed that you’ve been acting off, maybe more on edge or fidgety, barely touching your food.

that being said, he wouldn’t want to embarrass you or call you out publicly. he’d wait a little until he can find you alone.

he also probably doesn’t know exactly how to comfort people. but he did grow up around a healthy family, so he knows the basics. but he’s more logical and direct.

late at night, he’d find you unable to sleep, wandering around mindlessly out of pure boredom.

“oh, what’re you doing up?” he hummed gently, not wanting to scare you, but also wanting to catch your attention.

“oh, isagi, hey,” you mumbled, your heart pounding in your chest from the shock of seeing someone up so late.

“wanna go for a walk?”

“sure.”

the two of you began mindlessly walking around, the air held some tension, like there was something missing. something he didn’t say, but wanted to.

“what’s wrong?” he said abruptly, the words falling out of his mouth in an almost demanding way. he knew as a fact something was wrong, or at least going on.

“huh?” you were simply shocked by his statement, it was unexpected.

“you know what i mean. you’ve been off for days. so spit it out,” his tone was a little softer this time.

“yeah, i know that, i just wasn’t expecting it, sorry,” you murmured hesitantly.

“it’s fine, go on,” he demanded, just wanting the truth from you.

you hesitated, thinking of the words to express the aching feeling in your chest at all times — the bad type of aching. soon enough, the words came to mind, “i guess i’ve just been really anxious recently. there’s been a lot of changes and it’s just new to me.”

he’d listen intently, analyzing your words and the tone slipping through your lips. he thought for a moment after hearing your reasoning.

“oh, i see.” he hummed, giving you time to see if you’d add on. when you didn’t, he continued, “it’ll be fine. i know new things can be scary with change, but you’ll be okay. everything will work itself out.”

he’d continue listening to the specifics of your stress and take an internal note of them. even though he couldn’t prevent all of them, he’d keep them in mind at all times and avoid putting you in overly stressful situations too quickly. but he’d also want you to adjust to them eventually, just at a controlled rate.

s. nagi

similar to rin, he likely wouldn’t go up to you first — unless it was really bad or you really worried him. don’t get me wrong, if he’s close with you, he’d hate seeing you upset like, at all. but he doesn’t want to mess up.

if it was something that involved him in any way, or it was something he could’ve prevented, he’d definitely blame himself. even if it’s subconscious.

will treat you a little nicer and be less difficult with you for a bit after you go to him, just to make your life a little easier.

this one’s gotta happen pre-bllk, so when he was in school.

you and nagi had always been close, and you relied on him pretty heavily. despite his lazy nature, he always pulled through when you needed him to. but apparently not now.

there was a test that he’d gotten notes for from the smart kid in the class, and you were coming back from a vacation the day before. meaning you still had to take the test, without any prior notes or even hints.

so, naturally, you asked nagi for them. and as much as he promised he’d give them to you on time, he fell asleep before finding the motivation to.

the next day, you were avoiding him as much as possible. you were mad at him, for good reason. when the test came around, you barely remembered half of the information, guessing for most of it.

tests came back the following day, and, as disappointing as it was, you nearly didn’t pass. retakes weren’t allowed with your stubborn teacher, either.

for the rest of the day, you were completely ignoring him, literally wandering to the rooftop for lunch, despite it raining. unbeknownst to you, nagi followed soon after.

“what’re you doing up here? such a bother, making me follow you,” he hummed, his tone bored. and again, you just ignored him. of course, he didn’t let that happen, “stop ignoring me and tell me what i did. something’s clearly up.”

you just snapped, had he seriously forgotten about the test completely? “you ruined my grade, nagi, and now i’m supposed to just go home and show my parents and almost failing mark? are you serious?”

he stayed silent, letting you finish. and when you finally finished, he spoke, “i’m sorry i fell asleep before giving it to you,” despite the sarcastic words, his tone sounded genuine, “i really am sorry.”

you just stared at him before walking back towards the stairwell, pushing past him inside. now that he understood why, he knew to give you space.

after a few days of ignoring him, you finally decided to start talking with him again. he started being nicer to you. you wanted something to drink? if it was water, you could have his. bored during lunch? he’d slide you his phone to play a few games, maybe even with him.

as much as you enjoyed this little phase, it barely lasted 2 weeks. then he was back to his stubborn-self. even so, he always followed through from then on out. at least he learns something..

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Honestly need more fics of Azriel or Eris spanking either reader or oc… for science…

For Science

Warnings - impact play, brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, toy use, filth.

A/n - did I possibly get this done faster in response to all the Eris hate going around lately? Yes. Do I regret it? No.

You had gone too far. Teasing Eris through the mating bond was one thing. Teasing Azriel, though? That was dangerous territory, and you knew that.

You had worn his favorite tight short black dress to Rita's, drank after his shadows had tapped you indicating you were to stop. He had sat, a tight grip on a glass of whiskey, watching you flirt, dance, and drink your way past the bedtime he and Eris expected you to follow. He had all but dragged you out of Rita's growling in your ear about how you've earned everything that was coming.

That's how you found yourself being forced to walk into Eris's cabin as Azriel tightly gripped your hair and threw you to Eris's feet.

The heir didn't even bother looking up from his book, patting his lap, and waiting for you to lay across it. When you didn't, he finally set the novel down, kneeling before you and gripping your chin. "And what exactly is my little princess so upset about that she felt this was how she needed to get our attention?"

You tried looking away from him, pouting because the answer was obvious.

You had not spent time with either of them in 2 weeks. They were both so busy dealing with Beron, with Briallyn , with Koschei that caring and paying attention to you had gone out the window.

So, you decided to run an experiment. It had actually started the week before. Small acts of disobedience morphing into breaking actual rules when neither were around morphing into this.

The limit on how bratty you could be was drawn at another male touching your body.

The result was unknown. But you had a feeling you would not be walking the next day.

"I swear on the Cauldron if you do not fucking answer him this will only be worse for you." You heard Azriel behind you, unbuckling his belt and ripping it from his pants. You heard the Crack as he tested it, flinching slightly and looking up at Eris with doe eyes.

"You haven't paid attention to me in 2 weeks," his face softened lightly. "2 weeks daddy."

Eris stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, "We've been busy, princess. You know this. We talked about it. You know I can't come there without Rhysand's permission or invitation."

Your response was the nail in the coffin for Azriel. It was a direct attack on him, going straight for the jugular of his ability to care for you without Eris present. "He's been there. He's been too busy with his precious Elain to even care."

The refusal to address him by his name.

To refuse to call him daddy as well.

It was the final disrespect he'd allow.

"Get her on your lap or bend her over the couch. I don't care which. She will be naked and in position when I get back, or I'll punish you too."

Eris felt his jaw twitch kissing your forehead gently as Azriel walked out of the room and into the spare bedroom. The two of them had turned it into a small dungeon. A place they could bring you beyond the brink of pleasure and submission. Fucking you until you were nothing more than a pliant drooling cock drunk sleeve made perfectly for them.

The fact that he had not told Eris to bring you into there was a clear message.

You would not receive pleasure tonight until Azriel decided.

And his punishments could last hours.

Eris forced you to stand, removing your dress as silver began to line your eyes. He stripped you, leaving only the garter belt and thigh highs you had worn beneath the dress. "Bend over the couch, princess."

"But daddy-" He held a hand up ignoring the tears that were already falling.

"You chose this. Bend over the couch, be s good girl for your daddies, and maybe he will let you suck his cock. That is probably all you will get tonight."

You nodded, moving to the couch and bending over the arm. Eris sat in the chair nearby to watch, his shirt now long gone and pants loosened. Azriel stalked into the room like a predator, and you watched Eris's gaze widen in excitement. "Hands behind your back. I'm not going to ask again."

You whimpered at the command, moving them shakily and then whined when cold metal locked them in place behind you, forcing you to have to use your abs to support yourself. "Daddy, I'm sorry."

You heard Azriel pause behind you, then him grabbing something. "Not as sorry as you are going to be, angel."

The first impact of the paddle had you screaming. Body immediately shaking and scambling to try to get away. A second and third came quickly making you cry out, the flesh already stinging from the speed and accuracy Azriel used.

He then spanked you again and again. A fourth time. A fifth time. A sixth and seventh time. You felt your legs go out, body hanging limply on the couch as heat pooled in your core, fueled by the pain. Be hit you one last time, watching as your body lurched and you cried out.

"Look at her," he spoke directly to Eris, ignoring you completely as he did. "Fucking soaked from a punishment but has the audacity to cry like she didn't earn this."

Eris hummed, eyes bored, and he picked up his book again. "Silence her then. She knows she isn't allowed to cry over when she's getting punished for her behavior."

Azriel pulled you back by your hair. "Is that what you need? Are cuffs and spanking not enough? Do I need to take your voice too?"

You shook your head. "No, daddy."

Azriel let go of your hair, forcing you to fall back on the couch. You felt him attaching the bar he and Eris liked to use to keep your legs apart to your ankles, forcing you into a wider stance and leaving your dripping cunt exposed. "I do not understand this sudden attitude," he spanked you with his hand. "You know we are both busy males," another spank. "Did you tell him what you did? Did you tell Eris why I ripped you from Rita's?"

You shook your head, "No daddy."

"Look at him," Eris sighed, placing the bookmark you had given him into the book and closed it again. "Tell him what you did."

You felt your eyes watering again as they met his amber eyes. "I let another male touch me."

Silence fell over the room. Eris stood, and Azriel took his place in the chair, leaning forward onto his knees to watch. "How did he touch you?"

"He touched my hips-"

"He touched more than that, angel, tell him where else you let him touch you."

"My stomach, my chest, my-"

"Where on your chest, princess?"

You bit your lip, eyes squeezing shut. "He grabbed my breasts."

Eris landed a smack on your core, jolting your body forward and he held there cupping your sex in his large hand. "Those are mine. Your breasts are mine. This pussy is mine. Did you forget that, princess?"

"No! I-"

"Get the fucking gag. I'm not going to listen to her excuses."

You resisted crying as Azriel gagged you, silencing any apologies you had. He sat next to you, forcing your head into his lap. Eris waited, calculating and deciding his next move. Another wet slap on your core had you moaning. He followed it with a harsh smack on the barely cooled skin Azriel had beaten red. He repeated the motion, watching as your slick built with each smack on your aching over sensitive cunt.

"I bet she'd cum from this alone. Desperate little whore," another slap had your eyes rolling, whimpering and pushing your ass towards Eris with a wiggle. "Look at her. Begging for it like a bitch in heat."

He moved away, grabbing something off the table that had Azriel's eyes sparkling. You felt something cold running along your folds, gathering slick before circling your entrance and pushing in.

That stark contrast between the heat of your skin and the cool glass toy was your undoing after weeks of neglect. You came hard and without permission. Falling over the edge and clenching that toy until you came down from the high.

You heard Azriel chuckle above you, Eris tutting behind you. "And now she cums without permission," Azriel's voice was drawn out. "It seems we need to retrain her. Two weeks is evidently too long for our little girl."

"It would appear so."

You closed your eyes as he pulled the toy out, pushing it back in with a wet squelch. He continued the motion, keeping a slow pace to torture you with as Azriel gripped the garter belt to keep you in place.

It was going to be a long night, and you could not have been happier about it.

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What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (BakuKiriMina x Black!F!Reader 18+ Short Fic)

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Ejirou x Mina Ashido x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Tags: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Pro!KiriBakuMina (Late 20s-Early 30s); Bimbo!sub!Mina x Bimbo!sub!Reader; Dom!KiriBaku; Fantasy; Comedy; Size Difference; Aphrodisiac; Dubcon/R*pe; Body/Chest Worship; Scar Appreciation; Foreplay; Messy Kissing; Spit Play; Cum Play; S*x w/ S*x Toys; Anal Play; Spanking; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Degradation/Praise; Daddy Kink; DDLG; Mild BDSM; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Slutifcation; Objectification; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Missionary, Daisy Chain, etc.); Polyamorous; Everyone Is Bi; Mutual Os; Creampies; Ownership; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: This chapter contains MAJOR SMUT AND NASTY SHIT. GO TOUCH GRASS AFTERWARDS. LOVE YOU! 🥰 -Jazz

Chapters: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. BONUS CHAPTER.

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SIX: NAUGHTY, NICE OR SLUTTY?

As the night stretches on, the cold wind blows and the snow falls outside. But you and Mina aren’t worried about any calls for a blizzard tonight.

Right now, you’re too busy burning from the intense arousal that your Daddies and adoring pro heroes are giving you as they lay you down in front of the blazing fireplace. The Christmas lights on the tree twinkle, illuminating Bakugou and Kiri’s impressive physiques in green, red, and white.

They are truly the most perfect Christmas gifts, worthy of being under your tree every year…if you’ve been good, of course. But you know that these pros aren’t looking for good girls tonight.

They want two slutty, needy, desperate little girls to play with, use, and dick down tonight…and then maybe some good girls to snuggle afterward. Lucky for them, you and Mina are on the exact same time.

Mina naughtily giggles as Kiri coaxes her into a kiss, his hand on her throat. You’re stuck with Bakugou for now, but you wouldn’t give that up for anything. Not when he’s lying you back and currently spreading your thighs apart, his vermillion eyes all aglow with lust. A bottle of cherry-flavored heating lube and a rose toy sit next to him, making you tingle with excitement.

“Just lean back for me, baby,” he orders. “And you’d better pay attention while I do it. Just ‘cause your girl looks so good doesn’t mean you get to avoid me.”

Kiri tsks, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend. “He’s such an attention whore, ain’t he?” he cackles. “But I think our baby here one-ups him at about five points.”

In a split second, he has Mina bent over in front of the fire, her perky ass up and her face down on the plush rug. You watch in fascination, awe, and arousal as the redhead spreads your girlfriend’s asscheeks apart, showing off her glistening, sobbing wet, pink pussy lips.

Then he is leaning in and sloppily eating it before sliding his tongue up to her ass. Mina gasps, her lashes fluttering as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Whimpering, she tries to push her ass back into Kiri’s mouth, but he clamps a hand on her lower back, keeping her still as he licks away.

After coating her asshole in his spit and stimulating her as much as possible, he takes one of Mina’s favorite butt plugs—the kind with a gem on the end—from next to him, sucks on it, and gently begins to rim the tight hole with it.

The moans that leave Mina’s lips are lewd and loud, fit especially for a porno. Kiri gives her a toothy grin, his cock twitching between his thighs. “That feel nice, Mina?” he cooingly asks her.

”Y-Yes, Daddy,” she moans and a sly smile stretches across her face. “But I’d know what would feel even better.”

Before you can peep more on their moment like a little pervert, you feel the rose toy vibrating against your clit while Bakugou’s hot, wet tongue caresses your slit. Your thighs clench and your hands move to grip his spiked, blonde hair as he slurps and licks away, the toy buzzing against your clit. “Ah, fuck!” you moan. “Yes, ‘Suki, that’s so good!”

Bakugou stares at you between your thighs, his stare hot and possessive. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums against your pussy. “You taste so good for me.” He uses the flat of his tongue to press against your slit while he rubs the rose against your clit, stimulating you in both places. You twitch in pleasure, trying to move away from it because it is just too much!

But Bakugou stops you, placing his scarred hand on one thigh to keep it pinned open. “Uh-uh, no moving. Don’t you dare try to run from this.” He continues to turn tricks with his tongue and soft lips, practically French kissing your pussy. You whimper at the agonizing pleasure. “B-But, Daddy—“

“Fuck, Eji, yes!” Mina yelps from beside you. You turn your head, finding Kiri’s tongue rimming her asshole, replacing the plug for a moment to tease her with his tongue. “Yeah? My little slut likes getting her ass ate, doesn’t she?” Your girlfriend nods, her whimpers and soft moans desperate and needy.

“I bet you love gettin’ it fucked too,” Kiri hums. “Let’s find out.” He pulls his lips away from her and begins to slowly push the plug into her ass.

Your pussy throbs watching the tight hole stretch around the plug, especially when Kiri begins to fuck her asshole with it, turning and twisting the bullet-shaped plug this way and that. “That’s it, take it, baby. Take it like a good girl for me.”

Mina grips the rug for dear life, winding her hips, unashamed and slutty as the pleasure Kiri gives her washes over her. “Oh, my God!” she whines. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Hey.” Bakugou slaps your pussy with his hand, making you jump. He glares at you, irked that your attention isn’t on him and only him.

“Pay attention. I’ve got my tongue in you after all.” He presses the toy harder against your clit, earning a moan from deep in your chest. “I-I’m sorry, ‘Suki,” you whimper. “I-It’s just that…”

He smirks at you, jutting a chin at your whining, whimpering, writhing girlfriend. “You like watchin’ your slutty girlfriend get that pretty asshole fucked, don’t you?” he asks. “Nasty little whore, ain’t she?”

So are you. Your pussy creams and gushes around Bakugou’s skillful tongue as he licks away at your pussy, alternating between sucking on your clit and using the rose to stimulate it.

You can’t help yourself—you begin to grind your hips into his mouth, desperate for more. “That’s it,” he coos. “That’s my girl. Fuck my tongue.”

He watches greedily as you, his good, sweet little baby girl, fucks his face and soaks his mouth in your juices. You turn into a babbling, whining mess, unable to keep your voice down or stop your moans. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!”

Mina is in the same state as you, bent over and writhing against Kiri’s tongue as he eats her out and fucks her asshole with the butt plug at the same time. The pros toss you and your girlfriend into a sea of bliss, constantly stimulating you until you have no choice in the matter of orgasming anymore.

“O-Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum!” Mina wails. “I’m so fucking close!” Kiri pulls his lips away from her pink pussy lips to give her ass a smack. “Such a nasty mouth on you. We’ll have to fix that later.”

Bakugou peers into your eyes from between your thighs, still masturbating you with the rose. “You cummin’ too, baby?” he asks. “What’s the magic word?” He turns to Mina, glaring into her glazed, lustful eyes. “Both of you. Say it to us.”

“Please!” she wails, gripping the rug underneath her.

“Please let us cum, Daddies!” you sob, feeling that knot in your core tighten like a fist. “We need it so bad!”

Bakugou must be satisfied because he dives back into your cunt and drinks it like a starving man, desperate to make you cum. Kiri lovingly strokes Mina’s ass while she frantically rubs her clit, her glossy, candy-apple red nails looking so pretty against her pussy. “Go ahead and give it to us, darlings,” he coos. “Cum for us.”

He, too, goes back to eating Mina out until the both of you are moaning so loud that you imagine the neighbors hearing among the quiet snowstorm. When your orgasm comes, it comes fast, hitting you like a freight train. Your back arches as you gush all over Bakugou’s face and the rose toy, tingles of pleasure rushing through your body.

Mina cums too, her moans mingling with yours and filling the air. Bakugou and Kiri continue to lick away until your bucks of pleasure stop and your moans die down into weak, soft whimpers and sighs.

When your orgasm high fades, your pussy twitches as Bakugou gently smooches it, having successfully cleaned all of your cum off of your pussy lips and thighs. He pulls the toy away from your clit and sucks your juices off of it, not leaving anything to waste.

“Good girls, mamas!” Kiri praises, pressing a twitching Mina on the backside. “You both listen to directions so well! How’d we get so lucky, huh?”

A lazy, satisfied smile stretches across your face. You are totally spent. “Thank you,” you sigh. You don’t have to look at Mina to see that she’s smiling. You can hear it in her soft, weak moans.

Bakugou gives you a crooked smile, wiping at his bottom lip and snakebites. “So sweet. Unlike your woman here.” He nods at Mina who has fully recovered and is now making her way over to the blonde.

She has turned into a cat, seducing Bakugou with her eyes and bimbo charm. “Can I thank you both in another way, Daddies?” she purrs. With a mischievous smile, she reaches out to grab Bakugou’s inviting, hard, throbbing cock.

The blonde grasps hold of her tiny wrist, scowling at her. “I didn’t say you could touch me. You forget your manner, Pinkie?”

Mina whimpers, her eyes big and soft. Before she can say anything at all, Bakugou forces her to bend over so she is at eye level with your glistening, wet cunt. “Open your mouth,” he growls. “You wanna be a greedy little slut and put your mouth on somethin’, do it right here.”

Within the blink of an eye, Mina pushes her face into your pussy where she uses her soft lips and magical tongue to eat you out. No matter if you’re whimpering, writhing, and squirming from the intense, almost agonizing pleasure after your first orgasm. “Oh, fuck, Mina!” you whine.

Mina hums into your cunt, sloppy sounds escaping her as she eats to her heart’s content. She has turned into a total pussy slut, needing you like she needs water. “You taste so good here, baby,” she moans. “You’re so fucking—oooooh!”

Her words are cut off when Kiri suddenly slides his cock into her pussy from behind, gripping her hips for leverage. “Now, that’s no way to talk,” he teasingly criticizes her. “Good girls don’t have dirty mouths. Does Daddy have to teach you a lesson, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He just proceeds to roll his hips into her, giving you a front-seat view of his jiggling pecs and her ass bouncing off of him as he gives her back shots. You rub your clit at the sight, gushing into Mina’s mouth.

You can only enjoy the scene for some time before Bakugou’s throbbing, hard, veiny cock is suddenly in your face. He is hovering beside you, holding his dick above your mouth.

“Open up,” he demands. “We don’t need to wake the neighbors, now do we?” A sly grin pulls at his lips. “Or would you rather them hear how you sound gettin’ that pussy ate?”

Plap, plap.

His cock bobs against your lips, staining them in his pre-cum like lipgloss. “Oooh, I bet she does,” Kiri cackles through his huffs as he fucks Mina. “Bet both of them want the whole world to hear how they sound gettin’ their brains fucked out of their heads.”

You open your mouth, wanting to taste your man, and Bakugou slides his cock into your pretty mouth. He groans, tossing his head back at the velvety, wet walls of your mouth.

“So, so cute,” he groans. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

He begins to rock his hips against your mouth, his head just kissing the threshold of your throat while Mina sucks on your clit. “C‘mon, mama, take him deeper,” Kiri coos. “You know you love suckin’ on pro hero cock. Just as much as I love fuckin’ your pretty girl.”

He bumps his hips roughly into Mina’s ass, causing her tongue to slip inside of you. You moan around Bakugou’s dick as Mina is see-sawed between you and Kiri, him pushing and pulling her back.

“Our pretty girl,” Bakugou grunts. “They’re ours now.” He looks down at you as he feeds you more of his big cock down your throat. “Aren’t you, baby? Aren’t you ours?”

Your throat flexes around him, causing you to gag as he begins to stroke the inner walls of your throat. “Mmm-hmmm!” you mumble around his cock. Saliva pools from your lips, dripping down your chin.

Kiri’s handsome face is flushed, his crimson eyes slitted as he stares at his boyfriend fucking your mouth. “Fuck her mouth harder, Kats. I wanna see those eyes roll back into that pretty head.”

Bakugou swears, pushing himself flush against your mouth. “Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do,” he growls. “If ya want me to do that, you’d better fuck that little slut harder.”

Mina whines into your pussy, still licking and lapping at your juices. Kiri grins, gripping onto her asscheeks. “She sounds like she likes the sound of that,” he chuckles. “Hang on tight, Mina, baby.”

Together, Kiri fucks Mina’s pussy off of its hinges while Bakugou fucks your face, grunting as he does. Through it all, Mina continues to eat you out, making your moans grow loud and unabashed around Bakugou’s dick. Your second orgasm begins to crest, rising to the surface.

Bakugou’s cock slips out of your mouth, allowing you to warn your girlfriend and your Daddies of your end. “I’m gonna cum!” you whine. “I c-can’t! Can’t stop!” Mina whines into your pussy, signaling that she’s close too.

Bakugou slides back into your mouth, fucking your throat like he’s trying to hit a home run. “M’cumming too, baby,” he groans. “Take it all. Don’t you dare waste a drop of me.”

“M-Me too,” Kiri stammers, his handsome face etched in pleasure from Mina’s pussy squeezing around him. “Both of you cum with us. Go ahead, babies.”

Your second orgasm slams into you so hard that all you can do is gasp around Bakugou’s cock. As you gush into Mina’s mouth, she cums around Kiri’s cock, causing him to shoot his load deep inside of her. “Oh, fuck!” he groans, throwing his head back as he releases a fat load deep inside of her pussy.

With a groan, Bakugou cums too, shooting his own creamy load of spunk into your throat. You gargle in surprise at the amount he gives you, doing your best to swallow each ounce like a good girl and not choke (thank God for your nostrils).

Finally, the blonde sits back and pants, his cock still semi-hard. It slips out of your mouth, allowing you to swallow and breathe. “Oh, wow,” you sigh

Your body is tingling, your muscles like putty from two orgasms. Mina pants, leaning against your inner thigh while Kiri leans against her, being careful to not crush her. “‘Oh, wow’ is right,” Bakugou chuckles, his eyes flaring. “But we ain’t finished with you two whores yet. And I know for a fact that you ain’t done with us yet either.”

You feel an excited shiver run through your entire body. Despite those two mind-blowing orgasms, you want more. You want to give more. Judging from the look in Mina’s eyes as Kiri wraps his big arms around her, she does too. “What’d you have in mind, Daddies?” she purrs, nuzzling her cheek into Kiri’s forearm.

The redhead gives Bakugou a deviant, wicked grin that makes your stomach flip. “Whatever else you got up in that goodie drawer.”

Unfortunately for you and Mina, your Daddies raid that damn thing and sometime later, the pros are playing with you again.

Suddenly, you find yourself on all fours with Kiri’s thick cock balls deep inside of your soaking pussy with a butt plug snuggly in your asshole. Lube drips from both of your holes, mixing with the juices that drip down your thighs, making it much easier for Kiri to sink in and out of you.

Your eyes fill with tears from the pleasure and your arch is wobbly. You can barely stand the constant stimulation. “K-Kiri,” you whine. “I feel so…s-so—“

“Full?” he finishes for you. He chuckles, gently stroking your back. “I know, sugar, but you’re doin’ sooo good for me. Just look at how pretty this ass is, Kats!” He gives your ass a smack as he strokes your walls with his dick, taking his sweet time and making you feel all of him.

Bakugou is too busy focusing on Mina who he’s got bent over, face down ass up, his finger stuffed in her pussy while he fucks her asshole with a butt plug. “I will once I show this bratty bitch down here who’s boss,” he growls. “She seemed to forget and tried to reach for my dick…without permission, mind you.”

Mina mewls into the carpet, grasping onto anything as Bakugou fucks both of her holes. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy! You just look so good!”

Spank!

Kiri gives her ass a swat, earning a loud, wanton moan from her. “Couldn’t help myself,” he snickers. “You get one too, mama.” He raises his hand, smacking your ass once more.

Spank!

You gasp, the slight sting making your pussy clench around him. You need more. You need so much more. You push back against him, fucking him yourself. “N-Need you,” you whimper pitifully. “Please, Daddy, fuck me.”

Kiri shudders, hypnotized by the way you look on his cock. He presses a kiss to your backside, totally in love with you. “Well, since my baby asked for it so nicely…”

Finally, he grabs your hips and begins to fuck you deeper, giving you as much dick as you need, no matter the inches. Mina is right in front of you, her face etched in ecstasy as Bakugou slides his fat cock inside of her finally. Your fluttering eyes and open-mouthed expressions mirror one another as each cock fills you up.

Kiri hums in enjoyment, placing a hand around your throat. “Such big girls takin’ two big cocks in those pretty pussies.” His lewd praise makes you whine, your vision blurry from the pleasure.

“Look at your girl gettin’ fucked,” he growls into your ear. “Doesn’t she look so pretty? Why don’t you give her a kiss?”

You stare at your girlfriend’s soft, glassy eyes, full of tears from the pleasure, her smudged lipgloss, and gorgeous tits bouncing as Bakugou rails her from behind and her nipples pinched pink from the nipple clamps. Pain slut. Yes, she does look pretty. The prettiest.

“B-Baby,” she whines. “You’re so beautiful.” She reaches for you at the same time you reach for her, pressing your lips together in a sloppy, messy kiss that Bakugou and Kiri definitely enjoy watching.

You moan into the kiss, your taste lingering on Mina’s tongue. But the magic is interrupted when you suddenly feel Kiri begin to fuck the butt plug in and out of your asshole, squelching sounds escaping you. Mina whines as Bakugou does the same to her, pushing her further into the throes of pleasure. “K-Katsuki, that’s s-so mean!” she stammers.

The blonde scowls at her, a blush on his cheeks at the way her body lewdly moves. “Greedy whores like you deserve it. Now shut the fuck up and keep bouncin’ on that dick.” He twines his hair in her pink locks and pulls, much to her enjoyment. You love seeing your girl go slutty and dumb on a cock.

Kiri pushes his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your fruity hair cream. “C’mon, baby, throw that ass back on me,” he groans. “Fuck me back. Show me you need this too.”

You do just as he wants, tossing your ass back into him and meeting his thrusts. Hot pants and moans reach a crescendo as you bounce back onto Kiri’s dick while your fingers toy with your clit, bringing you closer to a third orgasm. “That’s my baby,” he grunts. “That’s my good, good girl.”

He uses one hand to cup one of your juicy tits while the other massages your ass as he plows himself into you again and again, turning your pussy into wet mush. “Kiri, I’m gonna cum!” you moan. “Please do it faster! Please!”

The redhead smirks to himself, drilling his hips into you faster and faster. “Is this good enough for you, mama?” he pants. “Huh? Is this dick good enough for you?”

You can’t even describe how it feels. All you can do is babble and wine, your voice reaching heights it never has before. “Fuck yes!” you practically scream. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…!” You don’t finish your sentence, the urge to climax once more too much for you to contain.

Mina whines and moans in front of you, still taking Bakugou’s cock like it is her profession. “M-Me too!” she sobs. “Please, Daddies, make us cum! Please! I promise I’ll be a good girl!”

The blonde wickedly smiles down at her, overjoyed to turn you both into some stupid, brainless cumsluts. “We’ll see about that,” he huffs. “Go ahead and give it to me then. Cum for us, you little sluts.”

Kiri groans as he fucks into you deeper, gripping your smaller, softer body to him in an effort to keep you close. “Cum with me, baby,” he begs. “Cum with me now.”

You let out a broken sob while Mina practically sings as you both cum together, your pussies gushing all over your Daddies’ cocks. Your orgasms trigger Bakugou and Kiri and with two loud moans in unison, they finally bust inside of each of you, filling you both up with two, warm, creamy loads.

You gasp as Kiri grasps your hips hard enough to leave bruises, gripping you like you’re about to disappear. You feel his load drip out of your pussy and down your thighs, coating you.

With a sigh and a weak moan, Kiri pulls out of you, allowing you to slump to the floor in exhaustion. He nuzzles your cheek and presses a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he coos, earning a goofy smile from you. But Bakugou isn’t so touchy-feely. He pulls out of Mina and lets her slump to the floor before drilling you with a hot stare.

“Not done yet,” he growls. “‘Bout to fill you up too. Come the fuck here.” You gape at him, shocked. Again?! He just came twice! He’s like a damn machine. “And you.” Bakugou crooks a finger at Mina in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Despite her sexed-out curls and hooded eyes, she crawls towards him obediently. “How do you want me, Daddy?” she softly and oh-so seductively asks, batting her long lashes.

“Get underneath your girl and please us while I fuck her,” he demands. “You don’t get to just sit there and look pretty. I want you to work that mouth the way you know how.”

Mina is more than happy to oblige, her eyes lighting up like Christmas trees at the prospect of more messy sex. “Yes, sir,” she exhales as she lays down on her back, her gorgeous body on full display and her skin illuminated by the firelight.

Bakugou helps you climb on top and straddle her face, your limbs tired and achy. Mina grips your hips as he slides himself inside of you, filling you until his balls touch your clit. You groan at the delicious stretch and the ache in your cunt, squirming around from his stroke game as he begins to thrust.

He grips your waist tightly, refusing to let you go. “Don’t run from me,” he growls. “No, you take this shit. You wanted it and now you’ve got it.”

You can’t take it! Any of it! Not his delicious cock. Not Mina’s soft lips and tongue caressing your clit or eagerly sucking on Bakugou’s balls. Not any of it. You feel like you’re a balloon expanding with too much air. Bakugou presses his nose into your hair, his snakebites tickling your ear.

“You’ve got it, baby,” he whispers. “You’re a big girl, right? You don’t wanna disappoint Daddy, do you?”

No. Never.

"N-No!” you sob. Bakugou smirks into your hair, wrapping his hand around your throat as he drills your shit over and over again. “Fuckin’ fuck me back then.” Despite your aching thighs, you rock yourself back into him, riding Mina’s face at the same time, your eyes fluttering closed.

When you open them, Kiri has appeared in front of you, his lips parted in a silent moan as he fists his hard cock. “Damn slut,” Bakugou cackles. “He’s so pussy-whipped that he can’t keep his hands off of himself.”

The redhead grows as red as his face, his fist gripping his hard, veiny cock. “Can’t help it,” he sighs. “You’re all just so goddamn hot.”

He moves closer to you on his own, his cock swinging between his thighs. “Come here,” Bakugou growls before grabbing Kiri and pressing his lips to his. The two messily kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths as Kiri jerks himself off to the sounds and sights of you and Mina.

You can feel a mixture of your cum and Mina’s spit drip down your thighs, making the area so wet that it stimulates you even more intensely. You can feel it—that fourth orgasm. It rises to the surface like a tidal wave ready to wash you away.

Bakugou can feel your pussy clenching tight around him, signaling your final nut. “Whose are you?” he asks, squeezing your throat. “Tell me who the fuck owns you.”

He pistons his hips harder, faster, making your pussy squelch and Mina struggle to keep up with licking and sucking you. “‘You do!” you sob. “I’m yours, Daddies, I’m yours!”

“Show us then,” Bakugou demands. “Cum on that dick, baby.” Kiri kisses his boyfriend’s cheek, still stroking his cock in tandem with Bakugou’s vigorous thrusts. “You cum too,” he coos. “Fill her up for me, babe. Give her all of them babies.”

It doesn’t take long for either you or Bakugou to cum. With a shuddering groan and a growl of pleasure, he releases a warm stream of spunk into your pussy, leaving enough droplets for Mina to slurp up from underneath you, moaning as she does.

Kiri appears in front of you, his fist moving like a blur across his cock. “Where do you want it, babe?” he teasingly asks. “You better tell me now before I choose for you.”

You stare up at him as the aftershocks kick in, making you buck against Bakugou’s cock. “In my mouth,” you beggingly reply. “Do it in my mouth, Daddy.”

Kiri is more than happy to fulfill your request. After a few more strokes, he releases into your open mouth with a groan, spurting drops of spunk onto your tongue and lips. You take it all, including Bakugou’s smack and kiss mark on your ass before he pulls out of you. Exhausted, you roll off of Mina onto your back, panting heavily.

Bakugou makes Mina clean your cum off of his cock which she happily does, slurping up all that he gives her. Finally, you and your girlfriend lay side by side in the firelight, panting, sweating, and twitching. Totally fucked. Totally spent. Absolutely satisfied.

The two pros stare down at you, proud of their work. Bakugou grips both your and Mina’s chins in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together. “Now you know how it feels to be ours,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “And you’ll remember that, right?”

He stares into your eyes, silently demanding a response. “Yes, Daddies,” you reply in unison.

The two smile, flashing their gorgeous smiles at you. “Good girls,” they reply. You and Mina shiver at the praise. “Now let’s get you two cleaned up,” Kiri coos.

The rest of the night is all about aftercare. Nothing but oil massages to ease your aching muscles, a hot shower complete with bubbles and tender kissing, and mugs of tea to relax your mind. At some point, you four snuggle in front of the fireplace together, the night nearing the AM hours. You’re tucked under a blanket between Bakugou and Mina while Kiri lays beside her, nuzzling into her hair.

As the wind howls outside, you snuggle into Bakugou’s chest, earning a soft, tender kiss on the forehead. “Go to sleep,” he murmurs. “Don’t fight it.”

You don’t remember when you fall asleep, but you do remember that you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

[gracie-eilish]

ch. 2 the prophecy🌹

series masterlist

The meadow stretched for miles, a sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the golden afternoon light. Billie lay beside you, her hands resting behind her head as she gazed at the sky, but her attention wasn’t on the drifting clouds. It was on you.

You were sitting up, knees tucked to your chest, running your fingers through the delicate petals of a daisy. You looked peaceful, lost in thought, but there was something different about you today—something quiet, something thoughtful.

Billie had learned to read you like the shifting winds. She knew when you were lost in a dream and when something deeper stirred beneath the surface.

“What’s on your mind, angel?” she murmured, turning her head to watch you.

You smiled softly at the name—Billie had taken to calling you that when she thought you weren’t paying attention. “Tomorrow’s my birthday,” you said, your voice light, but there was something else beneath it. A quiet anticipation.

Billie blinked, sitting up on her elbows. “Your birthday?”

You nodded. “My eighteenth.”

She sat up fully now, eyes widening slightly. Eighteen. That meant something, didn’t it? Something big.

“My godmothers told me that when I turn eighteen, I’ll finally get to meet my parents,” you continued, your fingers plucking absently at the grass. “And maybe even go live with them.”

Billie felt her heart plummet as she sat up fully.

Go live with them.

Her chest tightened, an unfamiliar ache blooming inside her. She should have been happy for you—this was something you had waited for your whole life. But all she could hear was the unspoken truth behind your words.

If you left, where would you go? Would she ever see you again? Would she ever get to hold you the way she ached to? She hadn’t done more than brush her fingers over your cheek when tucking a flower behind your ear, or holding your hand softly when you walked across the slippery rocks in the river, or a hand to your waist when you danced to the music of the wind… She hadn’t even dared to kiss you, though she dreamed of it every night. And now… now she might never get the chance.

But then you looked at her.

Your eyes, soft and full of light, met hers, and for a moment, Billie could barely breathe.

She pushed it down. The fear. The selfishness. The ache.

Instead, she reached for you, fingers grazing yours as she whispered, “That’s amazing, angel.”

You smiled, letting yourself lean back into her. Billie let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as you settled into her lap, resting your head against her stomach, looking up at her with that same dreamy wonder that had made her fall in love with you in the first place.

For tonight, she wouldn’t think about tomorrow.

She wouldn’t think about the possibility of losing you.

She would just hold you.

Billie traced lazy patterns on your arm as the evening air cooled, her fingers trailing the soft curve of your shoulder, up to your jaw, over your cheek. You sighed, nuzzling into her touch, eyes fluttering closed.

She wanted to tell you then. Wanted to confess every stolen thought, every silent longing.

But instead, she just whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

And when you hummed sleepily in response, Billie couldn’t help but smile.

The stars blinked to life above, casting silver light over the meadow. The wind played with your hair, and Billie ran her fingers through it, watching over you as you drifted off in her arms.

She didn’t move for a long time.

And then, with a heavy heart, she carefully swept you into her arms.

She carried you through the quiet forest, her footsteps silent as she approached the small cottage tucked away between the trees. Your godmothers were inside, fast asleep, oblivious to the way their ward had been cradled in the arms of someone who adored her more than anything.

Billie nudged the door open with her foot, stepping inside and making her way to your bed. She lowered you onto the soft mattress, taking a moment to tuck the blanket around your shoulders, making sure you were warm.

The moon poured in through the window, spilling over your face, lighting you up like something otherworldly. Billie swore she had never seen anything so heartbreakingly perfect.

She reached into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out a single red rose. Carefully, she set it on your bedside table. Next to it, she placed a folded note—just a few words, simple yet filled with everything she couldn’t say aloud.

“Happy birthday, angel. I’ll always find you.”

She lingered for a moment longer, memorizing the way you looked in the moonlight. Then, with a quiet sigh, she turned and slipped out the door, disappearing into the night.

Hoping this wasn’t goodbye.

✨🌸🫧🌿✨🌸🫧🌿✨🌸🫧🌿✨🌸🫧🌿✨🌸🫧🌿

[normanssurvivalsite]

Worthy (Kenpachi Zaraki x male!husband reader)

Absolutely no warnings the whole thing is fluff🦦

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The rays of the sun were shining through the bedroom window which was on the right side of the bed. Two males were laying on the bed in the center of the room only its head board touching the wall behind it.

Kenpachi groaned softly and opened his eyes to see his husband, Y/N, laying on top of him. He took in the mans facial features, not like he had them burned into his memory due to staring at his husband a lot. But he still loved these moments.

When Y/Ns face was completely calm and unbothered, in times like this his beauty truly shone through. His plump l/c lips that were curling upwards slightly, he was probably having a pleasant dream, his nose which complimented and put his facial features together perfectly, and his eyes, It's true that when open, they could make Kenpachi stumble over his own words and loose the thoughts he was having prior but when they were closed that also gave a glow to his husbands face.

Kenpachi was lucky indeed. On how he found himself such a loving and caring husband who would never even look at others if Kenpachi is in the room, and oh that glint in his eyes when he looks at him.

Kenpachi had a hard time capturing reality. He never understood how Y/N, an actual angel, could fall for him, a brute whose life and death was battle and every breath he took was to kill someone. He often wondered why Y/N didn't find, or go look for, someone else. Someone who can treat him the way he deserves it. Even though Knepachi tries very hard to be a good husband, his anger gets the best of him sometimes and his blood lust is something that makes you constantly worried for his health.

You always tell him that there is no one you would rather be with than him, that the fact that he isn't perfect is something you love about him so much and that no one is in fact perfect.

He disagreed, kind of, he found you perfect, thats an argument you guys always had.

Even after telling him all these things he still wants for you to be with someone better than him. Of course it would break him into millions of pieces but he just knows that if you would be with someone more suited for you than--

"Pachi?" Your raspy morning voice, which he loved so much, got him out of his trance "yes?" Asked he groggily as well.

"You have been zoning out for a long time I just wanted to know if you were ok" you said while playing with his now let down hair.

He looked at you, the way the morning sunlight shone on your face made it even more handsome than it usually is. Of course you have been worried about him. Its what you do.

"Are you having those horrible thoughts again?" How foolish of him. To think for a second that you couldn't read him like a book and know exactly whats on his mind. "Look at me" you said, even though he was looking at you, you meant really at you, into your eyes, paying attention to the words you say, he knew that's what you meant.

You sat up to straddle him and held his face in you hands. "I love you more then life itself, and no matter what you thought about just now you deserve me and are the best possible partenr for me I know it, I married you because of it" you smiled putting up your hand in front of his face for him to see the ring on it.

He looked at your hand, then took it into his own, brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently, a small smile spreading on his lips, god, he loved you so much. You giggled and took a hold of his hand that was holding yours. Than leaned closer and kissed his lips instead.

"I'll repeat the words so they stay in your mind Kenpachi Zaraki, you're not just worthy of me, but you are the perfect match for me, the love of my life"

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'ELLO LOVELY BEINGS

Is Kenny to OOC???🧐

Ehh idk but I like this fic its short and syrupy sweet🫠

Maybe a bit too sweet idk anymore🦦

ANYHOW I don't know if you guys could tell but I may be a bit obsessed w Kenpachi🐥

I know you guys want more op fics, at least thats my guess cus my Usopp fic received tons of love, thank you so much for that, and worry you not I shall write more for one piece. My next fic is going to be a Sanji fic🤓 (I hope)

Well I hope you enjoy your reading, ladies, gentlemen and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[intcritus]

it's not rare for sunday to indulge in march's company, but to find himself seated next to her in a reading session is something he'll have to admit he finds quite... enjoyable. there's something about seeing her look through her magazines that has him smiling, a shared set of earbuds between the two carrying hymns of songs she had been quite insisting on showing to him. some remind him of robin's music. the typical popular brand that so many artists seek out for an odd chance of fame, yet so many fail at grasping the same way as robin does.

of course, sunday might be a little biased in that department, almost as equally biased there he book before him soon remains neglected, a wandering hand reaching over to the company next to him so fingers can direct pink locks behind march's ear. it's a gentle touching, nothing too sudden. a simple adjustment of that soft hair he has grown so fond of. not too long, not too short. just the sight length to capture march's brilliance, the very same that slowly lures the halovian over in midst of a slower song. he closes the distance between them, perhaps a little clumsily there they sit in one of the many couches throughout the express, with cold lips pressing ever so gently against soft, warm cheek.

hesitant at best, it takes sunday a small moment to lean properly into a kiss of said cheek. he doesn't wish to disturb her for too long, settling for one quick graze of this warm surface before returning to his book. hand follows, falling gently from her hair to the edge of the book he's been attempting read.

"it's a," he attempts in a small hitch of his throat, clearing his throat gently. "nice song. the one you wanted me to listen to." was this even the right time to have offered her a kiss? maybe, maybe not. "does the artist have more songs like this, or ... is it the only one?"

When Sunday caves to March’s whims, the princess can admit she feels a sense of victory. Not because he’s indulging her, but because she’s able to break him out of his shell a little. But it’s more than that. Every little moment she gets with him is like a layer of the tasty cake being assembled. She gets to see the layers of who he is. How sweet he can be, how caring and most of all, the little, genuine smiles he reserves just for her. When she can lay in his arms when the night is too quiet, when she can drag him along while shopping and tease him. She adores the way he calls her name when scandalized but also when he gains that softness to his voice when hesitating to approach her.

All of it is an accumulation of who Sunday is becoming to her, but the princess will admit, she’s a little selfish, wanting to keep these moments to herself, to immortalize it in pictures and memories that she’s experienced and can replay later with squealing into her pillows.

   Humming along with the melody coming out of the headphone, she flips through her magazine, ear marking all the things she will possibly purchase in the future, but also the latest gossip. March will admit, juicy gossip is her bread and butter and oh, she is ravenous to see what’s been going on since she last checked in. It’s even better with Sunday by her side, doing his own reading as they share music. He has a penchant for not telling her no when she asks, so if he didn’t like the music choice, he didn’t speak but she knows she would’ve caught it on his face. Maybe. He’s been pretty expressive lately.

Foot taps against floor, the shifting of her hair behind her hair hasMarch casting a quick look at the halovian with an amused quirk of her brow but otherwise she gets back to her reading. Truly, the simplest things he did made her want to squeeze him. He was simply so freaking cute. 

It's there, when she’s in the miss of something eye-catching that he’s suddenly in her space, cool lips brushing against her cheek. It’s clumsy, and sudden, the feeling of his lips lingering even after he’s pulled away, going back to the book he’d yet to pay attention to. For a moment, she’s frozen, pink scouring across her cheeks. Did he just give her a kiss? On her cheek ?

Ah.

Internally, March was screaming because how cute could he be ? LAshes dipped over her gaze, heart in her throat as lips twitched into a grin. ❝ ━ Is another song gonna make you kiss me again ? ❞ She teases, turning to look at him, eyes sparkling. But she’ll let him off the hook this time, reaching her hand over to cover his, thumb brushing over his knuckles, ❝ ━ They have so many good songs, I started us off slow because I knew you’d like a few. The more upbeat ones are super good too.❞ 

A simple affection he’s gifted her impulsively but March is going to quietly cherish it. And yet, it simply emboldens her to scoot closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder, ❝ ━ Can you read to me ? Don’t know what you’re reading but I’m sure it’s just as interesting as my magazine.❞ Okay fine, she wasn’t done teasing him. But he deserved it a little because he’d yet to move on from the front cover, so it’s only right. ❝ ━ Bet you were so focused on me that you didn’t even start your book, huh ? I’ll read it to you if ya want, I’m a good storyteller.❞

when her precious halovian is bold. | @avaere

[taleyav]

Truth or dare?

Taleya. V

Mike and Will were seated in the basement together. The rest of the party has already left leaving the two alone. This isn’t an unusual occurrence, it happens quite often actually, since Will lives so far away. Today though they just decided to have a sleepover, since Jonathan wasn’t in the mood to see his now ex girlfriend with her new current girlfriend. Will understood and was more than happy to spend the night at the Wheelers. Will now is barely paying attention to the TV in front of him. He doesn’t know why he’s so distracted today.

He just couldn’t focus, usually he can draw something to get his mind off things but at the moment he can’t. That’s when Mike grabs his attention. “Hey, truth or dare?” Will wasn’t thinking nearly as much as he should’ve and just responded with “truth.” Mike puts on a fake thinking face, with his smirk he has. Fuck. I’m in trouble now. Will thought to himself now giving Mike his full attention, while waited for him to just say whatever he’s thinking. “Do you like anyone right now?” Fuck. I’m dead. Does he- no, no way he knows right? Will is panicking internally until he finally gives a tiny nod.

“Who?” “Nope! It’s my turn. Truth or dare?” Mike rolls his eyes, not annoyed more playfully at Will. “Truth.” He responds thinking no question can touch him. “Did you actually love El?” Well, maybe that one can. El and Mike broke up right around the time Jonathan and Nancy broke up. They both just had their eyes set on different people. While El wanted to learn how to be independent for once which Mike supported. “Not in the way I was supposed to love her.” Was Mike’s final response which Will accepted. “Truth or dare?” Will pounders for a moment trying to think of the best course of action.

“Dare.” He finally lets out, Mike wasn’t expecting this answer so he actually had to think about what to dare him. “I dare you to, describe the person you like.” Shit. Well I’m dead. Will thought before he could come up with the most vague answers possible. “Alright, he has long shaggy hair. Very light freckles on his face. And dark eyes.” Will was very happy with himself then, he knew that answer was to vague to actually tell who he meant. “Your turn. Truth or dare?” “Fuck it. I’ll do dare as well.” Will knew exactly what he wanted to ask him. “Show me your newest one shot.” Mikes eyes grew wide instantly. “No.”

“Nope! Cmon, please Mike?” You see Mike would, if this one shot in particular wasn’t about him… and Will. “Fuck. You better not show anyone alright?” Will smiled brightly and nodded excitedly. Mike motioned with his head for Will to follow him, which he did all the way up to Mike’s room. Will gently closed the door behind him right before he basically jumped on Mike’s bed. Excited for what he’s about to finally see. While Mike? He’s terrified as he’s going through his notebooks trying to find it. He knows he’s technically clear if he shows Will. He didn’t come up with fake names for nothing, but still.

Once he finds it, Mike carefully slides it over to Will who has made himself very comfortable on Mike’s bed. Will almost snatch’s the notebook from Mike and reads it quickly. The story is about two boys, elves in particular. Who meet in the forest and fall in love. What Will wasn’t expecting was to find the smut page. Will vaguely remembers hearing about this one, but hearing about it and reading it are two very different things. Mike and Will have a very similar tint to their cheeks as Will continues to read it. Only occasionally asking Mike to help read a word he can’t understand because of his handwriting.

Once Will is finished, he’s lucky he isn’t sporting a boner. He carefully puts the notebook down before he’s able to find his voice. “Wow. I like it.” Mike’s head snaps up instantly at Will, surprised by his response. “You- you do?” Mike slowly joins Will on the bed as he nods. “I do. It’s sexy.” Mike’s blush turns from pink to red instantly. “Thanks.” Will nods shyly “it’s your turn.” Mike was confused for a moment, before remembering there game they were playing. “Right. Truth or dare?” “Dare.” Mike smirks for a moment, knowing exactly how he’s going to get Will back.

“Show me your last art piece.” Will’s face went pale, he knew exactly what Mike wanted to see. But he wouldn’t dare show him. “I don’t have it with me so…” Mike smirked knowing the game he’s trying to play. “Cmon Will you take pictures of everything you draw.” Will’s face scrunch’s before he admits defeat, and grabs his phone out. Will was in the exact same position Mike was. Will’s last drawing was of Mike. Shirtless. You can’t see his face in the drawing. Only the from the waist line to his neck. But, it’s very detailed ‘Mike’s’ thumbs are holding onto his Jean loops with the top button undone.

With details in his hands, chest and neck with moles scattered throughout his body. Will shyly hands his phone to Mike and his eyes widened in response. He knew it was a sexual drawing of course, but the details and moles were not what he expected. Mike wishes he knew who this was, who he spent so much time drawing so beautifully. “It’s beautiful.” Will’s blush somehow got even worse than before. “Yeah?” “Yeah. I think this is my new 2nd favorite.” Without the boys noticing, they slowly got closer and closer to each other. “Oh? What’s your favorite then?” Mike vaguely pointed up at his wall above their heads. It was off them and the party fighting a three headed dragon.

Will glanced up slightly at the wall and nodded his head. That was the project that took the longest before this one. “Truth or dare Mike?” “Truth.” Without consent both boys glanced down at each other’s lips. They didn’t move, not wanting to scare the other away. “Do you like someone right now?” “Yeah I do.” Mikes voice is getting breathless now, barely audible to anyone but Will. “Truth or dare.” Will feeling a surge of confidence says “dare.” “Kiss me.” Mike basically whispers out before Wills attacking his lips at his own. The kiss is lustful and primal. Like they’re claiming one another with their lips alone.

Mike for a minute feels like he can’t breathe, he’s finally kissing him. And holy fuck. It feels even better than he imagined it would feel. Will starts to slowly whimper and move in the kiss. Opening Mike’s lips and Mike is more than happy to start making out with Will. Will moves more so he’s straddling Mike’s hips and wrapping his hands around the back of his neck. They move in sync with each other. Until Will starts to feel himself getting hard.

He wants to pull away, in case Mikes uncomfortable but at the same time he really doesn’t want to. It takes a lot of personal energy for him to pull away, but he does. “Mike- I’m um.” Mike glances down and nods his head shrugging his shoulders. “Me too.” Will nods and moves to get off, but Mike keeps him firmly planted on his lap. “I um- I don’t really want to stop. Not unless you want to of course.” Will smiles and shakes his head before rejoining their lips together. This kiss is softer and kinder, a kiss that says all the words they couldn’t say out loud. After a few minutes of that, Mike is grabbing Will’s hips and helping him grind on him slowly.

At first Will was frozen, not in fear but surprise. But he quickly snaps out of it in favor of grinding his hips down on Mike’s dick. That he now feels on his ass when he’s grinding down. “Fuck Will.” Mike breaks the kiss to groan out. Will feels like he’s buzzing, cheeks completely aflame. His dick as a rock, while Mike’s groaning out like that? Will swears he died and went to heaven. It only gets better when Mike’s hands start creeping a little bit lower. Right next to his cock “May I?” Will nods desperately, “yes Mike please.” Mike groans even louder at that and starts putting pressure on Will’s erection. Will moans out instantly and almost stops his movements.

“No, come on baby, fuck be good and grind on me fuck.” Will whimpers out but obeys the command instantly. Soon enough the boys were biting each other’s neck’s to prevent sounds to loud. Then just like everything else they’ve ever done, they came together in sync. There panting by the end of it, until finally Mike pulls away. “So does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend then?” He asks almost uncertain until Will giggles and nods his head. “Yes Mike please.” Mike smiles one last time before he gently kisses his new boyfriend.

Authors note!

For clear reasons Mike and Will are aged up to 18! They are not minors, they are consenting adults here!

[yangkitties]

pluck at my heartstrings ✩ p.js

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader || word count: 1.3k genre: fluff || warnings: absolutely none! but as usual, tooth rotting fluff so beware of diabetes 😁 synopsis: jay's touch sends electricity racing through you, love for him overflowing. note: 1.3k oh finally a mildly long fic i winnnn !!! fun fact, this is loosely based off of real life incidents 👀 anyways, been in my jay era + this is a birthday gift for my darling ri hehe <3 hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it 💋

Hanging out with Jay was the best feeling ever. Sitting side by side, legs entangled with each other, giggling while gossiping with each other, no feeling could possibly compare. Growing up together, Jay inevitably grows to be your comfort person. 

Today was no different. Jay sat across you on his desk chair, rambling about god knows what. You could barely pay attention thanks to how good he looked today. Sporting a simple white sweater and comfortable black pants, Jay looks like a dream to you. 

‘Oh man, I really miss playing the guitar, I’ve been so busy these days…’ Jay pouts, rolling over to grab his guitar. Absent-mindedly Jay begins to strum the strings, humming a random tune. 

‘Oooh gimme gimme, I want to try!!’ You reach out for his guitar. He passes it to you, chuckling to himself, knowing full and well you don’t know shit about playing any instrument. You hold the guitar gently, the wooden frame resting comfortably on your thighs. 

Beginning to pluck at the strings, you holler out random words, causing Jay to double over in a fit of laughter. ‘Y/n you’re going to hurt yourself if you continue doing that.’ He scolds softly flicking your shoulder. 

You only shrug, continuing to live out your pretend rock star dreams. Jay places his hand over yours, ‘Y/n, do you actually want me to teach you some basics?’ 

Your eyes light up, nodding excitedly. You immediately adjust your hands, trying your best to imitate how Jay does it when he plays. 

Giggling lightly, Jay reaches over to correct your hands. Crossing over your sitting frame, his fingers slowly move yours higher on the fret board. The action caused electricity to burst through your veins, cheeks turning a warm hue of red. Heart stuttering in your chest, your breathing turns shallow as Jay comes face to face with you. 

Eyes blown, you look into Jay’s warm brown eyes. He sits back down, a serious look crossing his face. ‘Okay I’m going to teach you a simple C chord okay?’ He instructs you clearly and firmly, taking the role of a teacher quite seriously. 

After making sure your fingers are placed correctly, he gives you the signal to play the chord. You push your thumb against the string, a wobbly note playing out. You huff, trying again. It’s stronger this time, but still weak. 

Fixing your fingers over and over again, you try and master the simple note. Engrossed in the task, you fail to notice a pair of endearing eyes on you. 

Jay looks at you as if you hung all the stars in sky, as if you’re the reason the sunshines and the earth turns. He looks at you with enough love to fill the oceans ten times over, enough love to end world hunger and achieve world peace. 

Jay doesn’t know when it began, but he knows that he started to fall for you. And he wasn’t scared because it was easy. It was like coming home or falling asleep or breathing. Something so effortless and easy, because it is a necessity in life. 

When Jay looks at you, he hears a song in his heart, a tune of love. But all he could hear now were your terrible attempts at a C note. He lets out another chuckle before halting your attempt, hands finding yours on the strings. 

‘Jayyyy I’m not getting it. How come you do it so easily?’ You pout, hands going slacks over the guitar. ‘Well, that’s because I’ve been playing for almost as long as I’ve known you. C’mon, let’s try another chord, maybe that’ll be easier.’ Ever persistent, Jay once again reaches over you to reposition your fingers. 

His gentle touch and soft breath on your hand causes your brain to short circuit, body stiffening at the contact. A weird gargling noise escapes your mouth, an automatic response to trying to push down your frustrations. 

Tilting his head to the side, Jay silently questions it. Your brain to mouth filter broken, a soft ‘This is why I like you,’ slips past your lips. Jay straightens himself back up, nerves evident in the way he awkwardly forced a laugh. 

‘Well I sure hope so, we’ve been friends since practically birth.’ He pulls the collar off his sweater, a nervous habit of his. He tries to play off your comment by taking a deep breath, preparing to instruct you on how to play the next chord. 

But before he could begin, you place the guitar aside, replacing it with his hands. The frustration of not being able to master the chord pours out as your frustration towards being in love with your best friend increases. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you fail to see the flustered look on Jay’s face. 

Although Jay didn’t know what was happening, he could sense your frustration rolling off of you in waves. He tries his best to calm you down, thumbs slowly brushing against your knuckles. 

This. This is why you liked him. 

‘Jay, I’ve known you since literally forever. I’m not sure when my platonic love for you turned romantic, but it has. I love you, Jay. I love the way you talk, the way you get angry, and how you have no filter when it comes to the things you love. I adore your sense of fashion and your caring nature and silly meme-able face. I love your cooking and your brain, how sweet you are even though you don’t want to show it. I love you, Jay. And I don’t think I can ever express it fully, because my love for you consumes me. It’s like a fire in my stomach, burning away inside me, growing each day, just as we have. And I know this is all so sudden, and it’s totally okay if you don’t love me like that.’ 

You open your eyes now, needing to know how he reacts to your next words. ‘I don’t care really, if you don’t love me back, but please. Never leave me.’ You finally finish, nerves wracking through you. 

Jay sits before you, mouth agape, hands slipping away from you. You cringe internally, praying you haven’t ruined an everything. 

‘I. You. I’m. Love. Y/n I.’ Tongue tied, Jay sits there wracking his brain for words. The truth is, he’s never been happier. Hearing you say those 3 words, those 8 letter, Jay can’t help but feel like he’s in heaven. 

Jay leaps forward to hug you, not knowing how else to convey his feelings. ‘I love you too. I love you like the sun loves the moon, like the stars love the sky, and the sea loves the sand. I’ve loved you for a while now, and I’m sorry I could never tell you. But I love you. I love you. I do I really do, I love you.’ 

Jay continues to whisper it over and over again, pressing himself into you. He pulls himself away, only to attach his lips to your forehead, pressing a kiss onto it. He continues to smother your faces in kisses, big hands engulfing your face. He punctuates the kisses with more affirmations of love, trying to soak his affection into your skin. 

He presses his own forehead against yours, lips ghosting over each other. ‘I love you,’ Jay whispers one last time before kissing you fully, pressing himself against you once more. His hands find your waist as yours snake behind his neck, lips moving in harmony. 

Jay could hear it again. Not the warbling of the guitar, but the love in his heart. The longer he held you, the louder the singing grows in his heart. And he knows, he’ll love you for a long time. Even when the singing stops and slows to a humming, Jay knows, he’ll love you. 

And when you look into his eyes, noses brushing against each others, you know your heart is his, and so is all your love. 

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[idolish7imagines]

hi! is it okay if i request nagi x reader scenario where they're cuddling for warmth? or maybe just nagi with a s/o who gets cold easily?

Rokuya Nagi x Reader :: Warmth

A\n: i hope this is what you wanted anon!

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You never were good with cold weather. From childhood all the way up until now.

Even being out in the chilly, windy weather of winter or fall for just a few seconds would leave your teeth chattering and scrambling to get to the next indoor area with heat.

This doesn't do you any favors when you're waiting for your boyfriend to finish a shoot in an area with snow. He'd already notified you of this and in an attempt to be prepared, you put on your heaviest coat, paired with a sweater, scarf, mittens and hat (most of which were actually presents from him)

For a second you swore you could still see your breath even with your face mostly hidden beneath the scarf around your neck.

Trying not to get in the way of the filming crew, you stayed in the back for now, sitting on an outside bench trying to warm up. They give you a few strange, but quickly fleeting looks as they pass by hauling equipment with them.

You were praying they would wrap up soon or else you'd surely be an icicle by the time your boyfriend would get the chance to look at you again.

Eventually, like a shining light to save you, you can see Nagi and the other i7 members coming back from the site they were filming at a little ways away from where you and the remaining crew were.

Nagi's lips form into a small 'o' shape before immediately coming over to you and gently placing his gloved hands on your arms, standing in front of you. The distance between your bodies are closed as he pulls your torsos together into something resembling a hug.

"Sorry for making you wait so long, my love." His vivid blue eyes peer down at yours.

"Its okay.." You smile, even though it isn't visible under your scarf.

Somehow it seems like he can still tell you are though, probably through the slight change in your eyes, and gives a soft smile back.

"Tsumugi will be here soon to pick us up, I will keep you warm until then. You don't mind being this close to me, do you?" There's a slight playfulness to his tone as he leans his face close to you, noses almost touching. You can see his breath too.

"Never." Your smile widens.

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Nagi wishes there were some sort of fireplace the two of you could sit in front of with hot cocoa, but realistically a fireplace being in a dorm as chaotic as the i7 group could get would probably cause more harm than good.

So for now you'd have to settle for just cuddling on the living room couch with cocoa.

You were probably a little too wrapped up in several covers and blankets, that added with still wearing the scarf you had on earlier. Nagi had piled them all onto you in order for you to warm up as fast as possible, but if you don't start peeling off layers soon the good kind of heat might turn into the bad, stuffy kind.

The heater was also on for all of their sakes after filming in such cold weather. Fortunately most of the other members were in their rooms or planning to head back out soon...except for Sogo on the couch across from the two of you but he's quiet enough to be able to pretend its just you and your boyfriend.

Magical Cocona was playing on the TV but it was at a low volume so you were only half paying attention to it.

You could tell Nagi was fighting sleep trying to watch it, but his head kept lulling against yours.

"Tired?" You ask in a small voice, looking up at him. It wasn't hard to believe since he'd been working the majority of the day.

"No..I have to fight it.." He whines, sounding like he's talking more to himself than you.

A chuckle escapes you, leaning more against him and sharing your cover.

"Are you alright now, darling?" He lifts his sleepy eyelids to look at you. Somehow even when sleepy he still looked beautiful, his blonde locks a little unkempt than usual, strands falling over his eyes.

"Mhm. Now that i'm here and comfortable with you."

"Don't say such heart stopping things while I'm on the brink of collapse.." He mutters, earning another laugh from you. "I'm glad. I am still sorry you had to wait in the cold."

"Its not your fault." You slowly lean upwards to press a kiss to his temple.

"I fear you would die if I brought you to Northmeir.."

This time you stare with half-lidded eyes. You can't tell if he's more dramatic when he's tired or normal.

"I won't deny it would be rough. But I still want to go..maybe not in winter though."

"You would brave the cold weather for me? I just told you not to say romantic things when I can't respond properly.." He has a small smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

"Get some rest then so you can." You pat his cheek, before yawning. "I'm going to sleep too.."

"Alright. Sweet dreams, my (Y/N)." Your boyfriend's voice is close to a whisper, and you can tell he's going to be asleep in less than 10 seconds.

"Sweet dreams, Nagi."

[kairoseas]

( 2 / 2 )

"We've never... had a normal life to begin with." Megumi admits in retrospect, fully aware of his own life having been defined by the ten shadows since the early age of four. Yuuji, who's been defined a million different ways up until this point: Kenjaku's Inheritor, Vessel for Sukuna... his life hasn't been his own in months, perhaps years. Megumi could empathize. "If I survived... I wouldn't know what to do with myself, Umi." Yuuji admits quietly, looking down and away from Megumi's intense gaze, finding a suitably empty spot to place his eyes. Even so, he doesn't escape for long, as Megumi moves and catches his attention all over again. (He always did that.) "I have a suggestion for what you could do." "...?"

"Live with me." Megumi offers the foreign suggestion gently, uncertain and unstable as he poses the answer to a question that has Yuuji's life hanging on it. He even take the time to hold Yuuji's face, to make sure he's paying attention, taking in what he's saying, brushing Yuuji's cheek with a thumb, making physical contact with the other boy's skin. As he does, Yuuji leans into the touch, looking at Megumi like he's quite possibly the only good thing still left in the world. Truthfully, Yuuji's always been thinking of seconds into the future, never days, or god forbid he entertained the idea of living past his twentieth birthday. It's been a fight for survival for so long that his body and mind didn't know how to operate without the pressure, the pressing intensity. The idea of living without the constant threat of death, of maybe getting away from this life... unthinkable. "Maybe life a normal life after all of this is over? We don't have to be sorcerers." "...No? What would we be...?" "Whatever we want." Yuuji's eyes rest down on his white outfit, the burial kimono still very much tied in a dead man's design, indicative of his execution and his wishes to go through with it. As he stares, he entertains all of Megumi's words. It's true, he's scared to die. He's been scared to die since he faced the fingerbearer, since Sukuna saw and made fun of him for breaking down, he doesn't want to die. If Megumi's ideal world was possible... then he wanted to take the chance. If he could have those things, if they could settle, have a life together, then ... he had to take that chance with both hands. Noting the neckline's burial position, Megumi takes both his hands and lifts the collar, wrapping it again in a proper design, one that designated Yuuji's position as a living, breathing person not on the edge of death. "... I like it better like this anyway." Yuuji watches him rearrange the neckline, fully declaring him a member of the world of the living rather than a newly deceased member of hell. (Surely, that's where someone like him would be going, right?) There's a breath finally released, a kind of tilted smile, mixed between a sigh of exasperation and one of amusement. Yuuji's eyes draw up again, falling on Megumi's with a newly rekindled hope in them. Distant, perhaps, mere kindling to what had once been a blaze, but it was there. "... I guess I'll just... follow you." Yuuji's always followed Megumi. Followed him when he first ran into the school, when he was first introduced to curses, ran to find him plenty of times, but now ... he had a hold on Megumi. A firm one, one he wouldn't let go of at all. Not for anything. Not now.

[whistlewritesforfun]

I had been (sorta) (kinda) (maybeeeeee) running a cult out of my ranch for years now. It was going pretty well I’d say! It was small but that made it inconspicuous. It was generating plenty of money for me and nobody cared enough about the run down ranch a few miles outside of town that the stranger individuals would visit frequently.

We had just finished up the usual “sacrifice” of a rat, a stringy thing I decided to put out of its misery after seeing it in a pathetic little tank in the store, when a blinding light emerged from its carcass. It was this odd grayish green color. Reminiscent of a rather painful turd or some especially stinky vomit.

Of course every religion needs a figurehead. I’d found some random God in an old history textbook from my mythology class. I’d just so happened to choose one that had a rodent schtick.

You could imagine my surprise when the little rat I’d just speared through exploded with that ugly green light, then warped and twisted. Convulsing about as it changed shape into what could best be described as a star made out of flesh, bone, and rat fur. It was hands down, the GROSSEST thing I’d ever seen.

And THEN the thing had the audacity to start speaking. Every utterance from its tongue caused another convulsion in the warped rat, a faint glow of that green emitting from the eyes. Which were much too far apart by this point. It really was horrible to look it, there were little bones sticking out and puncturing the flesh everywhere. Eugh. I should’ve picked a less gross god, maybe then I would’ve be in this horrendous predicament.

The warped rat body spoke to the congregation for about 30 minutes. For 25 of that I wasn’t paying attention because I didn’t want to barf all over my supposed deity. (There were little droplets of that disgusting rat blood on my ceremonial carpet. That particularly irked me.) For the last 5, I do not think I shall soon forget it.

“This my dear congregation!” (The rat… thingy… hovered a little bit closer to me.) “is a true servant! A true leader! And a true follower. He has blessed you with the gift of my existence. He has shepherded you along the way and through adversity to create my return! This man! He is now my high priest, henceforth until his death!”

“I’m what?” I couldn’t stop the blunt words from falling out of my mouth.

“You’re my high priest!”

“… riiiiiiiiiiiiight.”

“Do you… have doubts?” The rat-jumble asked, its scratchy voice reminded me of someone who was talking right after waking up, but very deep and highly unsettling.

“Am I really quite… priestly enough?” I asked, cringing slightly. It was evident I had made a very very grave mistake by this point.

“You’ve been preaching g for months. You brought me back from my slumber. I was sure I’d never be worshipped again. You are most certainly my high priest.” He… it… the rat thingy assured. I just nodded. I had entirely screwed myself. I was gonna be stuck with this cult the rest of my life…

“To go with your title high-priest, I will bestow on you a gift of my choosing.” Oh goody. Please don’t be dead rats. Please don’t be dead rats.

The rat sphere drifted nearer, the dripping of blood still grating on my nerves. Keeping the abject terror off my face was difficult beyond imagination. The orb then rotated so wherever the tail went in the warped carcass could tap me gently. As it did, I felt the most exhilarating burst of what I can only describe as rat magic.

“You shall be able to heal even the most sick and miserable. With your words, your touch, your compassion. The spread of sound and healthfulness shant be stopped but by your own limitation.”

I wasn’t sure what was appropriate at that moment so I kneeled. A particularly bad idea, as it now bug me in the rat-blood splash zone. I mean SERIOUSLY! This is the grossest vessel that he could’ve possibly picked! My carpet is entirely ruined!

With that final statement however, the pen fell to the ground with the most hideous mush noise, a few crackles, and what can best be written as a “Skrrrrrrsht.”

Now what on earth was I to do with this information… or ability. I certainly couldn’t heal my mind from what I’d just witnessed transpire. Believe me, I was trying. The divine are disgusting. So I wordlessly lead my congregation out of the doors of my makeshift chapel, and to the Waffle House half a mile away.

As is usual for Saturdays, we all ate at the Waffle House in our congregation robes. Today though. The viscous syrup warming my throat brought to mind the mental imagery of the rat blood. I shoved it aside and decided maybe to forgo the waffles… just for today.

You started a scam religion for a quick buck. You begin to panic when your fake god was actually a real forgotten one awakened from new worshippers, declared you it's high priest, and granted you the power of healing.