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you are the first person ive encountered in my whole life who has actually attempted to really answer some of the more aggravating questions surrounding children and sex and just reading some of your recent posts has already enlightened me to my childhood situation a lot better. i will try to keep this brief bc my intent is not to air my whole childhood to the masses but to like. present a sort of spiders georg situation to help people understand why these things are important. here we go: (it is relevent to point out that i am extremely autistic and started presenting symptoms from two years of age onward.) i believe that i started being sexually active around four or five years old. i was extremely curious about sex to such a degree that it got me in trouble at school multiple times. it disturbed my mom greatly how often i brought up sexual topics. i discovered porn at the age of eight due to very poor parental supervision and a high level of internet access and i was immediately obsessed. i can confidently say that i watched more porn than any other kind of media as a child. by the time i was 10 id already had dozens of sexual encounters with kids my age and older, mostly initiated by me. i agree now that children cannot consent to sex with adults, but it took me a long time to come to that conclusion. for a very long time i wished more than anything for an adult who knew the ins and outs of sex to have a sexual relationship with me, bc i saw it as the only way i could be satisfied. children do not make good sexual partners when you are essentially ahead of the sexual curve i guess. i received absolutely no sex education until i reached middle school. my parents didnt talk to me about it whatsoever, deflecting everything i said about the subject. the sex education i did receive was piss poor, and i knew it. it was an "abstinence only" model of sex ed. no one took it seriously. my lack of understanding came back to bite me severely in high school. nowadays i understand concepts like consent and boundaries very well, and i think about these subjects deeply and am careful to consider them when interacting with other people. this was not the case in high school. my unusual sexual obsessions in childhood made me very uncautious about it with other people, and my level of autonomy and power was high enough that abuse was extremely possible. i am not proud to say that i did in fact commit sexual abuse in high school. i knew it was wrong. but to me, the wrongness was on the level of severity of stealing a pack of gum from the store. as soon as i had done it, i started to understand the true level of severity of what id done, and that still haunts me. i had up to that point believed that everyone must on some level have an interest in and desire for sex. i would have been ok with someone doing what i did to me, so it would surely be fine if i did it to someone else. i had no real conception of sexual violence and sexual coercion being real things that affected people deeply, both due to my physical and social isolation and extremely skewed perspective from watching porn for years. nowadays, i have very little sex, both because of lack of percieved opportunity, lack of motivation, and fear of committing the same transgressions i did in the past. nevertheless i remain extremely interested in and obsessed with sex, and wish i could spend all day having it. so i guess as someone who was sexually precocious: your kids need to know about sex. they need to be educated about it. a sufficiently determined child will find out about it regardless, and you need to give them the tools necessary to navigate it without hurting themselves and others. and additionally i think it would be a lot better for trans girls if our first exposure to transfemininity wasnt porn the majority of the time.
đŻ thank you anon â„ïž
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HAHHAHAH I HAVE A COMIC THEORY!
(Spoilers for Gemini AU)
So in Gemini AU, Donnie says âplan Bâ. Apparently from what weâve found out, Donatello gained a Spinal cord injury in a recent battle and Leo wonât let him fight.
Big mama says that Donatello needs to reason with his brother rather than her, so he does attempt so.
Leo denies and leaves, causing Donatello to get irritated. Typically, in such a stage of annoyance, people make irrational thoughts, right?
So, what I am thinking is that Donatello is going to attempt to go into the arena against Leo to prove himself. But, Donatello is injured already, so there is no way that would go smoothly!
I mean- was I close? Spot on? WAYYYYYYYYY OFF?
~Hot Soup đ€ Anon.
6/27/23
GASP.
A theory? For MY silly lil comic? ; w ; youâve dedicated your brain waves to my lil comic and thought about what happens next?!?! Ah
I am unspeakably flattered this makes me happy thank you ; w ;
BUT I COULDNT POSSIBLY JUST TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENS NEXT :3c Iâm sure youâre aware I canât confirm or deny~
But I will say that Plan B is indeed at least a LITTLE bit irrational. đ
#though it should be noted that Donnie has had his SCI for a while now#itâs recent but not THAT recent#he got it maybe a little less than a year or so ago?#though ofc no one knows abt it besides him leo big mama and a select few doctors and healers#I will also say#what donnie said about them fighting with injuries a million times before is absolutely true#itâs practically standard practice for them#though Donnieâs injuries are a bit worse than their usual in this case#but neither of them have EVER fought in the nexus without the other before#asks#gemini au asks#anon#hehehe this is my first ask of this nature and I love it#I love it when you guys try to GUESS things
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running your fingers through their hair
you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!
Ⳡitoshi rin, michael kaiser, reo mikage (separate) + cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love
notes: omg hi guys! i'm freaking ALIVE!!! i know i've been terribly inactive but life as a recently graduated lawyer has been INSANE and i barely have time to breathe, let alone write. regardless, i was able to finish this after some struggle, and i really hope you guys like it! cafunĂ© is a brazilian word and it's something i love very much, so thank you anon, @kyukiss and @etoiile for the request and sorry it took so long â„
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Itoshi Rin
âyou remind me of a dog, you know?â
rinâs eyes shoot open with your unexpected words, and you receive the harshest glare youâve ever witnessed on his face when it came to you.Â
âexcuse me?â
his tone is supposed to be threatening, but his voice is slightly laced with sleep, so it sounds a lot more like a whine. you snort a little bit, pausing your ministrations on his head, where your fingers run through his hair.Â
ânot in a bad way, baby. i just mean youâre like a puppy when you want my attention,â you giggled a little, and if rin didnât love the sound so much, he would have berated you.Â
âthatâs absolutely not true.â
âit is, though. you came back from practice all tired and grumpy, and the first thing you did was put your head on my lap because you wanted me to run my fingers through your hair. you didnât even showered, rin.â
âi did shower! on the locker rooms!â
you smile mischievously. âoh, i thought the dampness was from sweat. i was about to call you out for being stinky.â
rinâs grimace worsened, and a pout formed on his lips. you couldnât resist the urge to squish his cute cheeks together. god, he was so adorable it tugged on your heartstrings. how was that even possible?
you lowered your head to give him a quick kiss, and although rin tried to deepen it, you pulled away fast, grinning once again. he knew what was coming even before you said it. âyouâre also like a puppy when you trail after me around the house. a lost puppy.â
his groan reverberated through the whole apartment, and rin shoved your hands away from his face, scowling. âi fucking hate you.â
âno, you donât.â
âi hate you. iâm serious.â
you giggled again. âso why didnât you leave my lap then?â
his eyes met yours, and you kind of relished in the furrow of his brows. it made his pout even cuter. ââŠwhat.â
smugness radiated off of you, because you knew rin â your rin â like the back of your hand. and if there was an universal truth in the world, it would be that the younger itoshi was down bad for you. enough for him to stay despite your shenanigans that always got on his nerves.
âi said, if you hate me, then why didnât you leave my lap?â
his mouth opened, but no retort came out. he gaped like a fish for a few seconds before groaning again, turning his body so that he could hide his face on your stomach. you laughed at his childish behavior, knowing it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. not many people were able to see this vulnerable side of him, and you were glad to be one of them.Â
âshut up.â
âyeah, yeah. you big baby.â
comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, and rin remained hidden on your stomach as you picked up the book you were previously reading, wanting to continue the story. though your left hand was suddenly tugged to lay on your boyfriendâs head.
âkeep going,â he murmured, ââŠplease?â
a gentle smile took over your features, and you were quick to run your fingers through his dark, silky strands. rin sighed softly, content with the affection you gave him â as if your angelic hands could take away every doubt swirling on his mind and wipe off the tiredness from his sore body.
âof course,â you said. and your mind completed silently: iâd keep going forever if it made you happy.
perhaps you were down bad, too.
Michael Kaiser
contrary to popular belief, michael kaiser was not a bad boyfriend.Â
despite his huge ego, his narcissistic tendencies and his extravagant yet somehow rude personality, he wasnât the type of guy to treat his partner poorly. in fact, he was a very attentive boyfriend, always doing his best to make sure you were happy and healthy.
or maybe it was just you. who knows.
whatever his reasons were, you relished the fact he took such good care of you, even if he wasnât physically present because of away games â because michael was very good at making people notice him. whether it was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers delivered to your job, a nice breakfast cooked before you woke or even a small note of love professions.Â
however, nothing really compared to having him there, with you, flesh and bone.Â
especially on those days you just felt so miserable you wanted to disappear.Â
âliebling? you okay?â
it was one of kaiserâs rare day offs, and all you wished for was to spend some much needed quality time with your boyfriend. though, this wasnât possible due to your job, one you liked having despite michael saying he could support the both of you financially.
but the day at work just sucked. like, a lot. it was that kind of day where things go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and when you swear it canât get shittier, it does.
you were exhausted and emotionally drained. the whole drive back to your shared apartment you were holding back tears, and the dam broke the second you heard kaiser asking you that.
âwhoa!â the blonde exclaimed when your bodies collided on a tight hug. âwhat is it, engel? what happened? did someone hurt you?â
his worried tone just made you sob harder, and kaiser rubbed his hands on your back, trying to give you some comfort. he started to sway your bodies together while humming, doing everything to calm you down.
eventually, your sobs died down, and your boyfriend carefully brought you to the couch, making you lay on top of him; head on his chest. he started to gently scratch your scalp, running his long fingers through your hair.
âyou feeling any better?â he asked in a low tone.
âyeah. thank you, mikka.â
the blond only hummed. âdo you⊠want to talk about it?â
you had to stifle a giggle. god, he was so cute. even when he sucked at talking about feelings, he always made an effort for you.Â
you slowly shook your head. âjusâ had a really bad day. but itâs okay now.â
his eyes softened impossibly, and you nearly swooned at the sight. âyeah?âÂ
michael kissed your forehead, and kept threading his fingers among your locks in a gentle caress. you smiled, because it was all you really needed to be comforted.
âyeah.â
Mikage Reo
reoâs body collapsed on top of yours, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs. you should have been used to it by now, really, since heâd always do that after you finished your smexy times, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.
âreo, youâre heavy,â you groaned, teasing him. âget off me!â
âgive a guy a break, will you?â he whined. âiâm tired.â
your giggle reverberated through his body, and reo repositioned himself to lay his head on your chest, hugging your waist tightly as if to never let you go. heâd rather lose all his fortune before he let that happen.Â
âis mr. athlete getting out of shape? i didnât know this light exercise could make you soâŠâ
your boyfriend interrupted you with a groan. âbabe!â
you raised your hands in mock surrender, giggling again, and reo thought maybe he didnât really care about your teasing if it meant seeing you this happy. he loved you in all your versions, but carefree was his favorite one.Â
âsorry, baby. iâll make it up to you, yeah?â
before he could make a suggestive joke, his breath hitched in his throat when your soft hands started caressing his hair, gentle fingers threading through his purple locks making him sigh. it was so unfair, he thought, how you managed to disarm him with just a small touch, reduce him to putty in your palms with a little gesture of affection. some of his friends said he was a fool in love, and reo couldnât agree more.Â
your love made him silly, but he didnât hate it. he could never hate anything about you. all mikage reo was able to feel was love, love, love, an emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed all of his senses, making him forget about all his worries and responsibilities â heck, even the whole world. and he didnât mind if the world burned as long as he could keep you safe and away from the flames.
âwhat are you thinking about?â the whisper of your voice echoed the walls of your shared bedroom.Â
âwhat makes you think iâm thinking about something?â
though reo couldnât see you, he knew you rolled your eyes.Â
âitâs usually how the human mind works, honey,â you answered, your wit making him stifle a laugh. âbesides, youâre always so chatty, talking my ear offââ
âhey!â
ââso it always concerns me when you get quiet.â
the heir sighed, letting the silence linger a little longer to recollect his thoughts. reo usually didnât have a hard time expressing himself with words, but sometimes his heart swelled so much it made it hard to think. so, pretty much every time he was with you.
âitâs just⊠iâm thinking about how i never really believed in past lives and reincarnation. i never really believed in soulmates, either,â he said, and you paid attention to every word. mesmerized by the wonder in his voice and even more by the sparkle in his purple eyes when he averted his gaze to yours.Â
âbut when i think about you, love⊠when i see you in my arms or when i rest in yours, iâm sure you are my soulmate, and that we were together in every lifetime. itâs always been you. it will always be.â
your chest swelled with love for the man laying in your embrace, and you tried to hold back the tears from falling. god, he was everything. you didnât even know what you did to deserve a lover like mikage reo, but you were far from complaining.Â
you gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, trying to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration you held for him, and looked back to caress his face. then, smiling with the world in your eyes, you answered:
âitâs always been you, too.â
© 2024 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.
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heyyy! absolutely loved your 100 followers special fic like it was so insanely good!!!
please can i request a bsf!beomgyu fic where he discovers through porn that women can squirt and during your next hangout he asks you about it and when you tell him you can he gets all excited and asks you to show him. this then ends in him fucking you till you squirt on his dick multiple times. can you make both beomgyu and the reader a switch if you donât mind and only if youâre comfortable tho :) the beomgyu brain rot is getting to me đ
âą IS IT TRUE?
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BG 001 .F23 2024
wc 3.6k
pairings bestfriend!Beomgyu x fem!reader
warnings switch reader x switch Gyu, mutual pining, porn watching, caught self relieving, oral sex (m. receiving), slight flood play, kissing, marking, unprotected sex, pull out method, squirting, mentions of hair pulling and scratching if you squint (+ anything I've missed)
faye's note I tried my best to make a great plot, I really did! I hope it worked. To the anon who requested this one, I'm sorry it took me so long, I was procrastinating, LMAO. SORRY đ
"Beomgyu-" The nasty moans and lewd sounds coming from the computer were abruptly stopped when Beomgyu slammed his laptop shut.Â
"What the fuck were you watching?" Yeonjun's brows creased as he stared at the younger awkwardly sitting on the bed, a pillow on his lap and a blanket covering his lower half.
"W-what?" Beomgyu stammered.Â
Yeonjun's grin grew wider as his eyes scanned the room. A laptop that was forced shut, a box of tissues, a sweaty body in this air-conditioned roomâwhat else was a guy to do, if not pleasure himself when alone?
"Damn, it looks like I've caught you at a bad time!" Yeonjun exclaimed, a faint chuckle rumbling within his chest. His teasing voice and giggles made Beomgyu blush.
"Okay, okay, I'll just talk to you later, take care of yourself first," Yeonjun said, throwing a knowing look and a teasing smile.
"H-hyung, hyung wait!" Beomgyu tried to stop Yeonjun, but the door was already shut. Besides, he can't just get up naked, can he?
He throws his head back against the pillow, groaning in embarrassment as he runs his palm against his face, muttering a frustrated "fuck" under his breath.
"So..." you started. "Why are you here again?"
"Can't a friend visit you? God, you're not as welcoming as before," Beomgyu barked, rolling his eyes as he threw the plastic bag full of snacks on the table and plopped down on your couch. And when he removes the hood of his jacket, he reveals the mess that was his hair underneath.
"I mean, you can, yeah. But... Do you know what time it is?" you replied, pulling your jacket against your body.
"3 o'clock," he answered.
"3 o'clock in what?"
"3 o'clock in the morning! But whatever!" he grunts, throwing a temper tantrum on the couch.
"Why are you here then?" you asked, sitting beside him.
"Just wanna see you. It's been a while," he muttered under his breath.
"You know you can't just drop by anytime, right?"
"I know, I know. I've just had trouble sleeping at night these past few days again," he sighed, leaning his head back on the couch.
"Am I your sleeping pill or something?" your brows raised and your voice teasing.
"What if I say that you're my medicine?" Beomgyu looked you straight in the eye. And there you are, embraced by his warm gaze, trapped inside the pretty door to his soul.
You leaned closer to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, running your fingers through his hair.
"Stay the nightâor whatever you call the time now, I hope you have a good rest even if it's just for today."Â
Beomgyu has been your friend since you were in your teenage yearsâtypical. He shuts other girls off, as he only gives his attention to you. He doesn't want to be involved in any relationship of sortâthat includes you, though. He may be your best friend, your best partner, but neither of you two admitted anything. Just two young hearts showing care and love towards each other.Â
Some say you should date each other, which the two of you would only answer with a sheepish smile. Sometimes, he would drop by at your place, hang out with you, and enjoy the rest of his free time. You've been to his place a few times, but you insisted on him going to your place instead, since he's living with his friends.Â
Often times, you'll share a kiss or two with himâanything but a kiss on the lips. He loves it when you sit on his lap while he plays at your computer, giving your shoulder a few bites and planting soft kisses. He loves cuddling you to sleep, draping his arm over your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, his warm breath fanning across your nape.Â
Beomgyu could walk around your house half naked without you giving a fuck. He does anything as if it were his own home, and you don't mind at all. You're used to it, nothing new.Â
Everything about this is pretty normal between the two of you. The kisses, the skinship, the hugs, the cuddlesâanything that a 'just friends' friend won't normally do. Well, in your case, it was.Â
"Can you come closer? I need to feel your warmth," Beomgyu pleaded, unzipping his jacket.
"Gyu, how much closer do you need me to be? Should I just sew my skin onto yours?" you chuckled as you shifted on the bed, scooting closer to him.
"I missed you. I missed holding you in my arms." he mumbles as he hugs you tight.Â
"You're such a baby, Gyu. Do you know that?" you complained, burying your face in his chest, hugging him closer.
A few minutes had passed, yet Beomgyu was still awake. Busying himself with combing his fingers through your hair as he watches you peacefully sleep.Â
His fingers traced the outline of your face. "I love you. I hope you know that," he whispered, planting a kiss to the top of your head before he shuts his eyes.
You woke up with heavy limbs draped upon your body. Beomgyu may have mistaken you for a pillow.
"Gyu... Gyu, you're so heavy, move over." Your voice cracked as you gasped for air.
"Gyu, what the hell, scoot over," you grunt again, trying to push him, but his body is far too big for you to push on your own.
"Choi Beomgyu!" You shouted.
Beomgyu squirmed. And instead of getting himself off of you, he pulled you even closer.
"What's your deal?" You frowned, trying to push him away.
Beomgyu grunts as he hides in your neck, rolling over, causing the two of you to crash down onto the floor.Â
But instead of getting angry at him, your frown turned into a fit of laughter as you saw him wince and massage the back of his head and his buttocks.
"Did you have a good sleep?" you asked, stirring a cup of coffee.
"Mhm, I did, thank you. I'll get going now, the boys might already be looking for me," Beomgyu said as he pulled you in for a hug.
"You're not gonna eat breakfast here?"
His tall figure towers over you as he pinches your cheeks, "I'll do it next time. Let's have breakfast together next time, okay? Eat the snacks I brought earlier and take care of yourself." You watched him step out, closing the door behind him.Â
It hadn't even been a whole 24 hours when he came back to your place.
"I wanna watch a movie; the guys are boring to be with!" he frowns, feigning frustration--- He actually never asked them to do so. Just a reason for him to drop by your place again.
"Bring the ice cream from the freezer, then," you said as you prepared the couch, bringing some soft pillows and a fuzzy blanket.Â
You actually have no idea what the movie was all about. You even missed the title because you went to the restroom last minute. The only thing you know is that it's a 18+ rated movie. Well, it's not your first time watching something like this with Beomgyu, you've watched multiple movies that aren't child friendly.Â
Plus, the fact that the two of you could even talk about anything sexual as if you're just talking about food and any other light topics makes this normal. Although sexually wise, neither one of you has experience. Considering that you both shut people away as if your world only revolves around each other.
And although this isn't the first time you're watching something like this with Beomgyu, it is the first time you saw him shove a pillow over his lap. It is the first time he's trying his best to avoid any skin contact with you.Â
"Is everything okay? You're so distant," you commented, licking a spoonful of ice cream.
"Actually... There's.. there's something I want to ask," he started, turning his body to face you.
"That is?"
"That.. I.. Uhm, I just watched this from... You know..."
"Porn?" you bluntly answered.
"Y-yeah. And uh, is it true?"
"What's true? Geez, say it straight, Gyu," you rolled your eyes as you dug another spoonful of ice cream.
"Let me finish my sentence!" he pouts, making you chuckle. Beomgyu wasn't normally nervous around you, this is the first time.
"Is is true.. that.. girls can.. uhm.. the liquid... Like.." he continued stammering.
You looked at him straight in the eye and said, "That girls squirt?" Beomgyu nodded frantically as he tried to avert his gaze.
"It's more common than you think, Gyu," you answered as you returned your gaze to the movie. However, you're shocked about what's already happening on the TV. It was a fucking sex scene! Obscene sounds are coming from the speakers resonating in your living room. You gulped and shifted nervously.
"S-so you mean, you can do it?" Beomgyu dug his fingers into the pillow, his face painted with embarrassment and anticipation at the same time.
"Well..."
"Can you show it to me?" he said, cutting you off.
"W-what?" You looked at him in surprise. Why would a friend ask something like that?
"I.. I mean. I mean... Like..." he tried finding an appropriate approach.
"Are you initiating something, Choi Beomgyu?" You turned your whole body towards him. He bit his lower lip, his adams apple bobbed up and down as he gulped, swallowing the same embarrassment and sexual frustration.
"If... If you want to... I... I wanna see it.. I wanna see you," he whispered, his lips already red and swollen from how hard he was biting them.Â
You weighed the pros and cons in your mind first. But, yeah, who cares? You're attracted to him anyway! It's a win-win situation, right?
"I swear, if you tell a single soul about this," you warned before straddling him, grabbing his shirt, and crashing your lips on his.
He forcefully pulled the pillow from his lap away, causing you to stumble a little, desperate to feel you even in the tiniest bit. His hands landed on your waist, trying to push you down on his lap.
You pulled away, "Stop. Hands off."
He stared at you with big puppy eyes and a pout, "Y/n," he whines.Â
"Keep your hands off me if you want to know if it's true." Beomgyu placed his hand on his side. Trying his best not to touch you, gripping the fuzzy blanket instead, veins popping on his neck as he threw his head back. What a good day to wear sweats, he could fully feel you, and you could fully feel him hardening each second.Â
Beomgyu used to order you around. He's a bit bitchy and bossy. Yet he's being pliant today. So you were enjoying this, watching him crumble under you, doing anything you were saying.
You moved your hips again, making him emit a desperate moan. Calling your name like the sex-deprived man he is, "P-please... Please it hurts..." he whines again, tears threatening to spill, nails almost tearing your blanket apart. Yet you grind again, teasing him some more. "If you cum too early, you'll end up not knowing whether it's true," you taunt. So he bucks his hips up, along with loud moans and whimpers, drowning the long forgotten movie in the background, too desperate and stimulated.
"M-more..." he whispered under his breath, almost unheard if you didn't pay attention, not wanting to get ahead of himself.Â
You stopped your movement, making him groan and gasp. But blush crept up his pretty face when you moved down between his legs, spreading them open, kissing the tent on his sweats. He drapes his arm on his face as he throws his head back. He didn't know this would happen. He only asked if you could show him how you squirt, but he didn't expect for you to give him more.
"Y/n," he muttered, his hand muffling his mouth, "I-if you don't f-feel like it, you d-don't have to do this...."
"You don't want this, Gyu?" He looked down at you, only to throw his head back again when he saw you pouting with big round eyes.Â
"Fuck..." He sighed, "Can I at least hold your head?"
And you let him. You let him tangle his fingers on your hair, but he's not allowed to push you down. You let him grip on your hair, but he's not allowed to pull you back.
As you pulled his sweats down, he tried his best to look at you. But he would end up closing his eyes because he can't look at you straight in the eye.Â
"I won't give you a head if you don't look at me," you giggled, making him whine for the nth time.
And so he tried his best to maintain eye contact. Even when he's struggling to keep his eyes open because it feels too good. Even when he could only gasp because you're doing your best to take him whole in your mouth. He heard you gag over and over, yet he can only tangle his fingers in your hair gripping it. He wants to push you down, to fuck your pretty little mouth, to cum already, but he's waiting for your signal. He wants to be a good boy for you. He wants to be good. He wants you to praise him. He wants you to shower him with kisses later on because he was obliging to your commands.
And an idea came to your mind. You scooped out some of the melted ice cream and let it drip on his fully erect and wet cock. Beomgyu whimpers at the cold sensation.
"T-that's... Ahhh..." His voice was too shaky as he tried to form a sentence. Which he wasn't very successful in doing.
You carefully licked the melted ice cream, pushing your tongue on his slit.
"Y/n, c-can I cum? It.. ahh.. it hurts s-so much, p-please," he pleaded, drool rolling down from the corner of his lips, crying.
"Since you're too pretty, sure," you smiled sweetly, full of innocence. He lets go of your hair, placing them down on the couch, clutching on the blanket again. With one thrust in your mouth, he came undone, shooting spurts of sticky white cum inside your mouth.Â
Beomgyu tried catching his breath as he looked down at you. He reached for your face, pressing on each side to make you open it. He watched your tongue swirl around the pool of his cum. Beomgyu pressed his thumb on your tongue, playing with his cum. "Swallow."
With a single command, you quickly obliged, swallowing the mix of sweet and salty taste from his cum and the ice cream. This time you felt so little under him as you sat on the floor between his legs. You opened your mouth for him to check. "Good girl," he smiled as he pulled you up, making you straddle him again.
"Did you enjoy your time ordering me around, baby?" He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him, nodding with a wide grin.
His hand ran lower to your chest, touching your breast, causing you to bite your lower lip.Â
"Tell me, why aren't you wearing a bra, hm?" He stared at you straight in the eye, raising his eyebrow, looking for a proper answer.
"I didn't know you were gonna drop by again," you pout.
"I see," he said, pinching your nipple.
"G-gyu..." you whimpered.
"Hm?" You looked away, clutching at the hem of your shirt.Â
Beomgyu rolls your nipples against his finger again, making you quiver.
"G-gyu!" You moaned, holding his wrist.Â
"What is it? Are you lost?" he chuckled, pulling your nipple.
"Ahh! Shit! Mhhmp!" you collapsed above him, hiding in his neck, whimpering and whining over and over again. You heard him let out a hearty chuckle again before wrapping his arms around your waist.Â
"Too much?" he asked, and you nodded as an answer. "Okay, okay, I won't do it again, remove your pajama," he whispered.
You get off of him to discard your silk pajama, before repositioning yourself on top of him again. He kissed your forehead and played a little with the band of your panties.
Aligning his tip on your clothed pussy, he tried thrusting, teasing you, and smirking at how you squirm and pout at the stimulation.
Yet when he pushed your panties to the side, he saw the sticky wetness on the cloth from your hole. "So you're ordering me around while you're being wet like this, am I right?" he grinned.
He started teasing your pussy, pushing his red tip and letting it slide away. "Aww, too bad, I think it won't fit," he pouts, still teasing you. You whined back, wanting to feel him bare.
He teased you more and more. Until you couldn't take it anymore as you rose to your knees and aligned him against your hole, forcing your way down. You ended up collapsing in his arms again. Not prepared at all as you felt a burning pain from the stretch of his fat cock.
"God fucking damn it, don't do that again, you'll end up hurting yourself," Beomgyu winces as he tries to soothe you by combing your hair and kissing your face.
"No matter how desperate you want to feel me, don't do that again, okay? I haven't even properly stretched you out yet," he whispered, rubbing your back.
"Come here," he pulled your face to give you a kiss. A kiss that washed the pain away. Tongues fighting, teeth clashing, saliva mixing. It was nasty, lewd, and filthy. Yet you love it, moaning at the feeling. Especially when Beomgyu started to thrust his hips up, slowly training you with his size.Â
His lips traveled down to your neck, leaving splotchy red marks and wet open-mouthed kisses in his wake. His hand fully grasped your breasts, slowly massaging them, occasionally rolling your nipples beneath his fingers, enjoying the way you moan his name in his ear as you catch your breath.Â
Then he pulled away, holding your waist as he started his precise and delicious thrusts.Â
"Deep?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with a grin. You nodded, both of your hands on his chest to keep your balance.
"How deep?" he smirked.
"H-here," you managed, pulling his hand and letting him press on your abdomen. You whimpered when he pressed harder, making you feel every curve and vein of his cock.
"Will you show me how you squirt? How did you find out you can?" he bombed you with questions, still maintaining his pace in thrusting inside your gummy walls.
"W-will show you G-gyu, will do... I ..ahh.. f-found out... One time when I t-touched myself," you started. "W-when you c-called me.. mmmph! W-with your morning voi....voice."
"You're touching yourself to my voice? Fuck, how desperate are you?" he scoffed, thrusting harder.
"W-wait! Ahh! Too m-much! Gyu!" You hid on his neck again, feeling so little and inferior.Â
"I-it was only one time! I.. I never did it again!" You managed to squeak out, voice muffled on his neck.
"Then let's make you squirt again, yeah?" he sneered, pulling you back by your hair as you groan at the pleasuring pain spreading through your scalp.
He lifted you up for a bit, and he started fucking your hole with a faster and rougher pace. "Squirt on my cock, squirt on my cock." He kept on repeating it over gritted teeth, adding force to every thrust.
"G-gyu, w-wait, I'm gonna cum--" Clear liquid came out gushing from your hole, pushing his cock out along with your creamy cum, soiling your couch.
"Fuck.. do it again!" His grin grew wider as he lifted you up again and thrusted even harder with greater force.
"Gyu! Gyu! Beomgyu!" You chanted his name over and over again, your toes curled and your stomach twisted at the overstimulation. Yet he kept on fucking into you.
And again, you let out a gush of clear liquid. Whole body spasming above Beomgyu. His cock twitches as he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek.Â
"T-this is dirty G-gyu," you muttered below your breath, body spent as you found support from his shoulder.
"No. I like it. This is fucking hot. Makes me wanna fuck you more," he laughs.
You eyes flicker across the room. The couch, the blanket, and the pillows were wet. The chocolate-flavored ice cream smeared on his pants.
Beomgyu slowly slides himself inside you again, thrusting more precisely, wanting to cum inside you this time. He buried his face in your neck as he pushed your hips down.Â
"F-fuck! Wanna fill you up!"Â
"P-pull out, Gyu! Please!" you pleaded, clawing his back.
Beomgyu pulls out. Hissing through his teeth, he pumped his cock a few times and ended up cumming on your tummy.Â
"Fuck," he pants, leaning back on the couch and pulling you to his chest.Â
You heard how his heart thumped so hard and how his breathing was so ragged. You buried your face in his neck, allowing your heart to calm down. And realization settled in. You just had sex with your best friend.
"If you won't still ask me to date you after today, I'll ask Kai out, I know he likes me." You muttered, feigning nonchalance.
"What the fuck? Do you want me to tell them how good I made you feel?" he taunts, tangling his fingers in your hair as he gives it a little pull, making you moan.
"See? Only I am allowed to see you like this, to make you so spent like this, understood?" he frowns.
"Only if you date me," you said as you latched your lips on his neck, leaving a mark of ownership.
"Fuck," he scoffed, touching the part where you left a mark when you pulled away.Â
@binniesbooks 2024
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Enhaâs reaction when the HYBE leaked documents talk about kicking fem!8th member out⊠hurt/comfort, 1k words, mentions of iland (that deserves a tw) and haters⊠requested by đ©” anon
Heeseung
His heart absolutely breaks đ
Even in Iland he'd spent countless hours encouraging you, telling you just how talented you were and how much you deserved to debut
When you'd first debuted and gotten hate for being 'out of place' in the boy group, he was in protection mode at every single schedule
Always distracting you from antis and keeping you close on stage
He reminds you just how talented you are, and probably calls Bang Sihyuk himself
"If you ever remove Yn from this group you will need to find a replacement for me as well."
He does NOT play
If you're out, so is he
You're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself for the next few weeks
"Hee I'm just going to the convenience store."
"Yeah? And I'm coming too."
If you get recognized or heckled boy will he have something to say
He's scary
Jay
He's the only one that can get you out of your room
You locked yourself away as soon as you saw the article, but he sits outside your closed door talking into the wood for twenty minutes
When you finally open it up, he's caging you in his arms
"Remember what we promised as trainees?" He asks once the two of you are laid down in your bed
You mumble and he rolls his eyes.
"What was that?"
"You said you'd always take care of me."
"Exactly. And you said you'd let me."
You bury yourself further into his chest, and he strokes a hand through your hair
"We'd never let that happen."
He sticks to his word, taking care of you extra attentively for the next few weeks
He lets you cry and rant about it as many times as you need, insisting that you aren't annoying and you're allowed to be as upset as you want
Jake
Another hugger
Swears up and down he'd kick down every door in the building if they ever tried to take you from him
"Jakey, you couldn't even break a board during our karate episode."
"Because the board wasn't trying to take my baby from me! My love for you would make me strong!"
Okay Hulk đ
He makes a post on Weverse that night that includes an old picture of you two together with the caption 'What would I do without you?'
He's perfectly content to stay stowed away in your room doing nothing for the next few days
And when you do have a meeting at the building, he's stuck to your side the whole time
Gives nasty looks to the CEO himself
He acts like they're going to literally rip you away from him, he's holding on to you for dear life every time you have practice
Sunghoon
He's actually shocked because you keep complaining that they made comments about how he looked
No way you're more upset about them calling him ugly than you are about them discussing possibly removing you from the group
"You need to fix your priorities, love."
"My priorities are fine, thank you very much! Sales probably would be better if I was gone, I know that's true. But calling the prettiest boy ever ugly? That's a crime."
He shuts that down REAL FAST
"Sales would not be better, because we'd be miserable without you. Our careers would suffer the minute you left this building. Don't act like you don't matter in this."
You can't even respond
This might be the most fired up he's ever been, and he's staring straight into your soul eyes and you can't help but tear up
"C'mere," he pulls you tighter against him
"It's okay to be upset. They're crazy for thinking we'd survive without you. I wouldn't make it an hour."
Sunoo
He lets you process however you need, but he refuses to listen to you say lies about his favorite person
"I don't want to drag the group down."
He stares at you like you're crazy
"Drag us down?? Sweetheart, you embarrassed us every single week on Iland."
You roll your eyes, but he's insistent
"I know you probably trauma blocked most of it out, but I remember how hard they were on you for being a girl, and yet every week you made them eat their words. You couldn't drag us down if you tried."
He runs his fingers through your hair and starts a loose braid in it, adoring the way you melt into him as he does so
There's a scream from somewhere in the dorm, followed shortly after by a crashing sound that you pay zero attention to
"Besides, I'd probably have killed one of these idiots without you."
This gets a laugh out of you, a real one, and he smiles proudly
"We're always gonna need you."
Jungwon
He's by your side the SECOND the news comes out
He doesn't make a single comment about the ugly crying you're currently doing
He just kneels on the carpet next to your bed and holds your hands with so much softness
He dips his head until you can see him, wanting to have eye contact so you can see his sincerity
"We wouldn't be enhypen without you. Youâre part of us.â
He uses his thumb to wipe the tears off of your cheeks and lets you tug him closer
"Besides, what kind of leader would I be if I let them take our girl? The boys can barely survive without you when you go to shower.â
He counts it as an accomplishment when you let out an airy laugh, and he places a kiss on your forehead
âIâm not gonna let you go, thatâs a promise.â
Riki
When I tell you they had to hold this boy down
Oh heâs ANGRY
Literally glaring holes into his phone when he reads it the first time
Jay wrestles him down before he can go knocking on their CEOâs door
He makes better use of his time by trapping you with his entire body the moment he sees you
âYou are never allowed out of my sight. I will keep you here forever.â
You sigh, thatâs the dream
âNo one else gets my girl if they arenât gonna appreciate her like they should.â
Thereâs no humor in his voice, and it makes your heart stutter
âYou deserve to be loved so much better.â
Praises you in every single show or content you film afterward
Will straight up tell people to shut up if they say anything negative about you, media training is for the weak
#enhypen scenarios#enhypen x reader#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#heeseung scenarios#enhypen jay scenarios#enhypen jake scenarios#sunoo scenarios#jungwon scenarios#riki scenarios#heeseung x reader#enhypen jay x reader#jay x reader#enhypen jake x reader#jake x reader#sunoo x reader#enhypen sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#enhypen jungwon x reader#enhypen niki x reader#riki x reader
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Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: request from anon, in which you don't know French and a stranger helps you find your way back home Warning: 18+, SMUT, mean charles, degradation, some French (badly translated please correct me if needed), smut, smut, smut.... Word Count: 1808 Author's Note: I can't stop writing smut??? I think I hit every area the anon wanted!!! xo hope you like it lmaoooo also I wrote this so fast so it might not be my best work but I couldnât sleep so I decided to write to pass the time. UPDATE: Also I just want to give a major shoutout to @dannyramirezwife for checking the translations for me!! It seriously means the world to meeee PART 2
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
DESPITE MONACO'S REPUTATION as one of the smallest countries in the world, you found yourself defying expectations by getting lost. The common assumption that such a compact place would be easy to navigate proved to be a misconception, as Monacoâs intricate streets and unique layout presented a challenge, turning what seemed impossible into a reality. Your reality.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The murmur of students passing by echoed, their conversations blending into a linguistic symphony of French, a language foreign to your ears. The decision to pursue the International University of Monaco, a place where the native tongue was French, felt like a bold and ambitious choice at first. The picturesque landscapes, the allure of the Mediterranean, and the prestigious academic reputation had drawn you in.Â
However, as you stood outside the building, the reality of linguistic barriers hit you with full force. It seemed like every conversation, every announcement, and every piece of information was enveloped in a language you struggled to comprehend. Although, most knew English, it wasnât the standard, and you were not yet adjusted to it.Â
Panic surged through you as you hurriedly navigated the winding sidewalks, desperately trying to locate the building housing your apartment. Your focus was solely on scanning the towering buildings, hoping to spot a familiar one. The urgency of the situation compelled you to dart forward, not paying mind to those surrounding you. It was a recipe disaster, leading you to collide right into the body of another person.
âMon dieu,â My God. The man said with a slight annoyance in his tone. âRegarde oĂč tu marches!â Watch where youâre walking!
As the words were proclaimed, your eyes locked with a manâs gaze. He was the most stunning individual your eyes have ever beheld. His physique was tan, sculpted and taut, with biceps stretching the seams of his t-shirt. A pair of black sunglasses perched confidently on the bridge of his nose, adding an extra layer of allure to his presence.
You had absolutely no idea what he was saying. Although by the look of his furrowed eyebrows and tightened jaw, it was evident he was far from pleased. He removed his sunglasses, unveiling a pair of narrowed eyes.
Embarrassment tinged your cheeks as you stammered, âIâm so sorry!â
Under his scrutinizing gaze, you couldnât help but feel a sense of smallness. His eyes, which you presumed to be green, were veiled in fury, making it difficult to discern their true color, yet undeniable captivating in their intensity.Â
âTu parles Français?â Do you speak French? A sly grin stretched across his lips slowly, reveling in your bewilderment. âStupide, stupide fille,â Stupid, stupid girl. he added, savoring the moment.
Gazing downward, you focused on your feet, idly brushing your hands across the bottom of your white sundress. The garment was short, adorned with a little tied bow between your breasts and flower details.
âIâm a bit lost.â You muttered. âWould you be able to help me find my place?â
âI ne sais pas,â I donât know. He persisted in speaking French, despite knowing you couldnât understand. It felt as if he aimed to humiliate you, to provoke a sense of frustration or anger deliberately.
âĂvidemment, je peux. Fille stupide.â Of course, I can. Stupid girl. He was mocking you and you didnât even know it.
You let out an exasperated groan and sidestepped to make way for him, muttering a small ânevermind.â However, as you moved, he followed suit, intentionally blocking your path and halting your movement.
âYou shouldnât be wearing dresses so short,â his fingers gently toyed with the thin strap of your dress. âItâs a bit windy for them.â
You felt the goosebumps rise on your skin from his touch alone. You frowned, âSo, you do speak English?â
âOui, la plupart des gens le font.â Yes, most people do. You couldnât help but roll your eyes as he continued speaking in French. While you acknowledged the need to learn the language, it felt like he was intentionally being cruel rather than helpful. âAre you in University?â
You nodded briskly, eager not to waste any time, especially since he finally seemed willing to be helpful.
âMost of the students live this way,â he mentioned, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he began to walk, essentially pulling you along with him. The touch of his skin against yours stirred butterflies in your stomach. Despite the fact he was insanely hot, you struggled to concentrate, almost forgetting the fact that he was behaving like a total asshole.Â
He muttered French phrases to himself throughout the entire walk, small laughs escaping his lips while you remained clueless about what he was saying.
âJe veux te manger.â I want to eat you out.
âTu tâhabilles comme une salope.â You dress like a slut.
âJe vais te dĂ©truire.â Iâm going to wreck you.
You werenât sure what it was. Whether it was delusion from exhaustion or simply the undeniable sex appeal of the guy, the words, even though you didnât understand them, strangely aroused you.Â
Guiding you through the streets, he steered you into a lobby of a building that finally seemed familiar. âWhat number are you?â he inquired, referring to your apartment number.Â
âWhy would I give a stranger my apartment number?â
He scoffed, âIâm Charles. Not a stranger anymore. Whatâs the number?â
You didnât give him the information because he convinced you that easily. It was more because he knew the area better than you.Â
â0217? I think.â You replied, not entirely certain. The rush of your first day at university had left you with little time to settle in and memorize details. He didnât seem to have much patience as he led you quickly up the stairwell and in front of a door with the numbers 0217 on it. You pulled out your key and unlocked the door, smiling as you finally pushed it open with success.
âCome in and have some water before you go,â You offered. It was the least you could do to express gratitude for his assistance. Your apartment was sparsely furnished, with only a mattress on the floor and several boxes scattered about.
âSorry for the mess,â you bent over to pick up two water bottles from the case of water, your lace underwear with tiny hearts all over them peeking out for Charles view. He groaned loudly and unashamed.
Fatigue weighed heavily behind your eyes, but a persistent ache tugged at your stomach, insisting on the need to fulfill it.
âMon dieu, jâai besoin de tâavoir.â My god, I need to have you.
You rolled your eyes at the man as he said yet another sentence in French, handing him the water bottle. Rather than taking the water bottle from your hand, he grasped tightly onto your forearm and pulled you into him, the shock of his grasp causing you to drop the water bottle.
You felt your stomach tightening with need as his hands were on you once again. It was sick really. How this big of an asshole could turn you on so much.
âRule number one, you can only roll your eyes when my cock is stretching your tight little pussy.â The scent of his cologne made your knees week. It was embarrassing. How quickly he was able to affect you.Â
A soft gasp escaped your lips at his words, and your heart raced rapidly in response. He towered over your small frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at your flushed skin. A dead giveaway to how badly you were aching for him.
His hand swiftly pulled the strings of the dress, giving him full access to your breasts. He slipped his hand into it, pinching your nipple between his middle finger and thumb.
âOn the bed.â His tone was demanding and authoritative, treating you like you were the dirt on the bottom of his shoe. Treating you like the slut that you were. âOn your hands and knees.â
You rushed over to the bed, falling to your hands and knees, turning your head to look up at Charles behind you. Once he makes his way over, he grabs your hair and pulls you so your back is flushed to his chest, pulling your mouth to his. His tongue slips its way into your mouth, devouring you. The process is not entirely sexy. Itâs urgent. Frantic. As if neither of you could have enough of one another.
He pulled away and spoke gruffly, as if he was angry with you. âDoesnât even know a lick of French, stupide fille.â Stupid girl. He remarked, switching off between French and English.
Your dress was so short that he didn't even need to move it to see your panties. The dainty little hearts had him foaming at the mouth. So fucking cute.
âFucking salope.â Slut. He pushes you back down, letting you fall back onto your hands as he pulled his pants down, freeing his cock.
You felt your mouth water at the sight. Just like him, his cock was beautiful. Perfectly smooth and dripping with pre-cum. You moaned as he pressed the head of his cock to your lace covered pussy, teasing you with it. You felt yourself growing needier, trying to push yourself onto his cock for more friction.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet,â He groaned, pulling your underwear to the side, and spitting directly onto your pussy. He did it as if he was spitting on the sidewalk, with no care and no respect, shoving two fingers into your heated center. He wasnât gentle in the slightest. He was greedy, taking whatever he wanted from you. âPathĂ©tique,â Pathetic. He sighs, shaking his head, "Such a cock slut."
Loud moans left your mouth as he stroked where you ached with his fingers before removing them and replacing them with his cock.Â
âSo fucking tight,â he hisses, his fingers grabbing onto the skin of your ass to add leverage as his continues to push deeper. To push harder. Your pussy squeezes him harder as he utters the words. âTu aimes ça?â You like that? He muses on, âYou like hearing what a tight pussy you have?â
âDirty fucking slut.â
His hand reaches out and forces your head down onto the mattress, limiting your breathing. Heâs completely unhinged. His hips relentlessly pounding into you. Fucking you like heâs mad at you. Fucking you like he hates you. With every thrust, a loud moan escapes your lips, echoing off the empty apartment walls.
âCome on my cock,â he demands. âSqueezing me like youâre going to come.â He states. You can hear the smirk in his voice.Â
You feel yourself choking on your moans as it hits you. Youâre now leaping over the edge of your orgasm. âThatâs it,â he soothes, talking you through as you release all over his cock, but he doesnât slow the roll of his hips into you. He pulls your face up from the mattress, his hand holding you up by the back of your neck. Youâre completely limp, practically nothing but a toy for him to use.Â
âCharles,â youâre yelling his name repeatedly.
At the sound of your voice yelling his name, he quickly pulls out and comes undone, releasing all over your backside. He collapses beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. You both lie there, unmoving, just staring at each other.
âYou should really learn French.â He laughs, a smug smile forming on his lips. You canât help but laugh in response.Â
âMaybe you can teach me?âÂ
âPeut ĂȘtre.â Maybe.
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Pls hear me out bcs this has been in my mind since FOREVER.
I have this idea of SAHSR with artist!reader đđ
Reader is a very talented artist that draws the characters and I like to imagine there's a whole museum filled with their arts of said characters
I like to think the paintings just spawn out of nowhere on the wall every few weeks lol
Maybe one day artist!reader has art block and no new paintings have been displayed, which makes everyone worry and confused until they started drawing their favorite character or something
"Artist note: Thank you for curing my art block, Sunday, I love you" and then 5 back to back portraits of him start appearing on the walls day by day LMAO
(If they see my drawings I'm burying myself in a graveđ§đ»ââïž)
I'm lowkey new to your account, so I wanna be known as the đ€Ą anon from now on if that's okay đ (Can't guarantee I'll drop by often)
NO BECAUSE THIS CONCEPT IS ACTUALLY SO PERFECT.
A self-aware HSR world where your art physically manifests into reality??? And not just that, but a whole ass museum dedicated to your work, where paintings of the characters just appear mysteriously on the walls every few weeks??? The way that would completely change how they view you is insane. đđ
A grand, ethereal museum exists somewhere, where your artwork materializes on its own.
No one knows how or why it happensâonly that every few weeks, new paintings appear, as if bestowed by fate itself.
The subjects of the paintings? The characters themselves. Their greatest moments. Their worst defeats. Their hidden smiles.
To the people of this world (aka the HSR verse), itâs a sacred place. A place that holds the true essence of their existence, captured by your divine hand.
Bronya, Gepard, and Argenti see it as a monument of unparalleled beauty. Your art is eternal proof of their existence.
Aventurine and Sampo act all casual about it ("Of course the great me would be featured!"), but internally, they memorize every single brushstroke youâve painted of them.
Blade and Dan Heng? No thoughts, just âšemotional damageâš. How do you capture their past so well? How do you see them so clearly?
Sunday and Black Swan analyze every single painting. Your art isnât just artâitâs a glimpse into your thoughts, your emotions, your desires. And that knowledge is dangerous.
One day, the paintings stop appearing. No new portraits. No landscapes. Nothing. At first, they think itâs a test of patience. That you are simply waiting, watching. But then weeks pass. And the museum remains unchanged. Panic sets in. Did something happen? Did they offend you? Have you abandoned them? Some try to pray to you. Others try to seek out the museumâs secrets, searching for any clue as to why the paintings have stopped. Then, finally, after agonizing uncertainty, a new painting appears.
"Thank you for curing my art block, Sunday. I love you."
And with that, FIVE consecutive, highly detailed portraits of Sunday materialize on the walls, each one more extravagant than the last.
Sundayâs Reaction:
He doesnât shut up about it for WEEKS.
Walks into the museum like itâs his own personal shrine now.
"Ah, yes. The Celestial Painter adores me. As expected."
He starts flexing it in front of the others. "Oh? No new paintings of you? Tragic. Canât relate." (I love Sunday lmaoo)
Oh boy... If they ever find your sketchbook... I mean imagine!
The moment they find your personal sketchbook?
Yeah. No. Youâre not living that one down.
Jing Yuan, Kafka, and Black Swan would be the first to pick apart every little detail in your sketches.
Himeko and Welt would be flattered but also deeply humbled. They know what it means to be immortalized in art.
March 7th would immediately take pictures and show them to everyone. "LOOK AT THIS CUTE ONE OF ME!!"
Blade and Dan Heng would absolutely implode. Seeing a soft, lovingly drawn version of themselves would wreck them emotionally.
Sunday? You already know. He frames your sketches of him. Personally.
You: "If they see my drawings, Iâm burying myself in a grave."
Yeah, I'm gonna hold your hand for this one... You wonât need to. They are already worshipping you.
They revere your art because it is proof of their existence. They fear your silence because it means theyâve fallen from your favor. And when you return? They desperately seek your attention, your approval, your divine brushstrokes upon their forms.
You are not just an artist.
You are their creator, their storyteller, their muse.
And they will do anything to remain upon your canvas.
Sorry, this sounded a bit yandere now AHAHAHA...haha...ha...um... Yeah, BUG OUT!đââïžđš
Also, yes you can refer to that and don't worry!! đ«¶
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I'm coming in with another thought about Matsukawa cus he lives in a penthouse in my brain and bro is not moving out any time soon
he did not truely grasp how big his meat was until he lost his virginity
sure he's not dumb he knew it was definitely something but not until he got a girl in bed did he realize his shtick was built different
and lemme say that did more than just inflate his ego, he was a changed man
And doesn't just slang it all willy nilly and expect his size to do all the work, he learned the motion of the ocean and was a certified sex god from that point forwardâŒ
Not just cocky for cockys sake, he promises a good time and sure as hell lays it tf down toođŒ
On a similar note can I ask how you think all the seijoh 4 first times went? when? how? what do you think?
oh i definitely fuck with this thought, anon. he's not cocky just because he can be cocky, but it's because he knows he can be cocky. matsukawa isn't like those annoying mfs that are cocky because they think they're the shit. he is the shit. after that encounter where he lost his virginity, he became a god and nobody could stop him no more.
now, here is how i think seijoh 4z first time went ( with reader ) â
oikawa had his first time at a party. since he's very popular, he gets invited to parties often. i feel like he def had no idea as to what the fuck to do, but i mean, you're not bound to knows when it's your first time, right? he was really excited about it, though, and spoiler: he came really fast! we understand, king. hormones are everywhere, there's a rush that's hard to ignore, its a first time sensation, how could he hold back? he had a round two after that because he reached his own high, but reader didn't even get to enjoy theirs, and let me tell you. his second orgasm hit him ten times harder. i know this messed up with his ego so he's been participating in every no nut november like a loser because he says it will help him last longer (it really doesn't).
mattsun had a pretty decent first time with a date, and it went absolutely amazing for both of them. the amount of stamina this guy has is insane. they met on a dating app, both of their profiles specifying that they didn't want anything serious, much rather looking for a quick hook-up. it was then when matsukawa realized his cock was in fact not your average dick. the fact that his huge buddy could make someone cry in pain fascinated him. my guy has morals so he held back so reader could adjust but god was his ego over the roof. ever since then, mattsun proudly carries a weapon between his legs.
makki had his first time in a damn club HANDS DOWN. unlike oikawa, who had the commodity of a (strangers) bed, hanamaki went at it in a bathroom. oh yeah. ngl i feel like he's a sucker for head, so they went with that first! he loved it, btw. lasted quite long but not too long, iykwim. then he proceeded to fuck reader on the sink. some clubs tend to have full body mirrors and my gut is telling this mf had a second round but this time full view on said mirror. the ones above the sink weren't it for him. out of the 4, i personally think makki is the most experienced. he knew what he was doing the moment they walked into that bathroom. if you're wondering, they waited for it to empty out and locked the doors and didn't let anyone in for a good two hours, teehee.
this one may be a little too biased because i love iwaizumi a little too much, and in my eyes, he's a gentleman. unlike the other 3, iwa had his first time with someone he was in a stablished relationship with at the time. it was actually quite romantic and beautiful and SIKE. hajime had his first time in the lockers. stressed from dealing with oikawa and his annoying fangirls, mattsun and makki holding him back from beating the shit out of his best friend, and just built up stress from other things. he was over it. the stablished relationship part is true. he asked reader to meet in the lockers a little earlier than the time practice usually ends because he heard from others (mattsun) that sex was a good stress reliever. by the way, iwaizumi was the last to lose his virginity. the gentleman part was also true because despite being someone who doesn't speak his mind outloud, my man still had the courage to confidently ask reader if they could do the deed right there and then. tbh i feel like he likes his privacy, and i mean, anyone could walk in any second, so they both went with the showers. great experience if you ask him, but he would NOT do it in an open space like that ever again.
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Oh GOD, breeding kink with Ghost but he's actually determined to get his darling pregnant because after everything they've been through together, how much he loves her and vice versa? I could go on but it's just something to think about. I also strongly believe he'd be that kind of girl dad heheh
Couldn't Love You More (Ghost x F!Reader)
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Tags/warnings: Tooth-rotting FLUFF. Mild, soft smut đ, crying (from joy), breeding kink (obv), comfort no hurt. All the softness and love.
A/N: Excuse me, more soft!Ghost coming through! I hope you like this take anon đ
"I'm tired of using those things."
Simon rarely whispers, hardly ever murmurs, and never coos. But this time, his voice is deliberately soft.Â
You sigh and put the condom package down on the table. This evening had been a nice change, a pampering for your poor, stressed-out nerves. He had done his best to take your mind off work ever since he got home: he took you out for a 3-course dinner â which reminded you of the early days of your dating â and it was all supposed to end in a good stress relief of a fuck.
You'd sent him suggestive texts all morning, knowing he was coming home today. Those messages were extra naughty because you happened to be ovulating, and juicy, and horny as hell.
And you know he has waited for this moment as well. Which is why you can't get your head around why he wants to raise the subject of using other methods of contraception right before you're about to have sex.Â
Why would he suddenly start complaining when both of you are already naked â practically seconds before you're about to roll down the condom for him?
"You know I've tried, Simon," you sigh again â you don't even bother to disguise the annoyance in your voice. After all, you've tried basically everything to make it more pleasurable for you to make love without the risk of getting knocked up. You hate the rubber between the two of you just as much as he does, if not more. Apparently you need to remind him how the last attempt with the pill went.
"I become a bloated monster," you say, realizing you're pouting only when he laughs.
You absolutely love it when he does: it's a rare thing, even with you. Even after all these years of love and dedication, the warm, husky chuckle at the back of his throat makes your heart flutter and your head feel dizzy.
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean�"
The man has a tiny twinkle in his eyes, and the flutter in your heart turns into something heavier, more serious. He looks you up and down as if to weigh whether you're ready to take in what he's about to say.
"How about we just ditch the bloody things?"
Your heart is truly getting it today: it skips a beat or two from what he says. From what he implies.
"But youâŠâ you whisper, still unsure if you're truly discussing the same thing here. âYou said that kids are a bad idea."Â
"They are."Â
The twinkle in those eyes turns into an amused gleam, the corner of his mouth lifts up a bit from seeing you so shocked.Â
And Simon never said he didn't want children.
It's just that he has avoided the subject like it's a seasonal flu he doesn't want to catch.Â
He would make the perfect father: you just know it. Sad to say, but it was one of the main reasons you fell for this man. It's stupid, but it's true: women look for these things. They can tell if a guy would be a good choice for a father. They notice safety, security, the willingness to support and provide.
Biology and instincts be damned, you simply can't deny that Simon is the first man who made you think about what it would be like to have children. And of course the perfect candidate for a father thought that kids were a bad ideaâŠ
It seemed like a cruel joke, the way he brushed you off when you first approached him with your shy request. You pussyfooted around the subject, were as delicate as one can be, knowing it might make him uncomfortable.Â
And it did. It more than just did.
He freaked the fuck out, went to work, and worked himself nearly to death â literally almost got himself killed, and you understood that this was serious. His childhood, his past, the dangers of his work â of course he thought himself unfit for the role.
Infuriatingly, it only made you more convinced that he was the perfect choice. The man was just so fricking responsible.
You barred your mouth shut after that. Instinct told you Simon might just leave if you continued the talk about having kids. Not because he couldn't take it, but because he would want to give you a chance to find someone to raise a family with before it was too late.Â
It was his view of unconditional love: he was ready to let you go if need be. He would set you free if he suspected it would make you happy.
But then you saw him look at tiny kids â usually the ones that had just learned to walk â with a fleeting longing in his stare. It always turned into a withdrawn sulk, the gaze of a man who has accepted his fate.
He seemed to have the softest spot for little girls, especially when they were laughing and giggling or being unruly rascals, and sometimes flinched when a baby started to cry in the store. He looked a bit distressed for a second, and not because of the noise â but because he couldn't locate the immediate source and go and calm the baby.Â
That's when you realized he actually wanted kids. The biological clock on this man was ticking just as furiously as yours.Â
Years passed, and you silently buried your dreams of raising a little family together. He was enough for you, more than enough: you would not break up because of this. No man could ever replace Simon.Â
But it still hurt. It was like a wound that never healed.
Until this nightâŠ
This night, it seemed he would not only cure it but heal it so well it wouldnât even leave a scar.Â
You suddenly find yourself under him â his moves are so quick that it's almost like you're teleported there. He sometimes does that: lets you play with him for a while, have your fun on top before reminding you who is in control here.
And this time, he won't even let you play.
"Simon, what are you doing," you sigh with barely concealed exhilaration.Â
As if you didn't know exactly what he is about to do.Â
He looks at you with that possessive look he sometimes has when you two have been apart for far too long. And there's something more behind that stare. It tells you that this is serious; this means business. The package you placed on the nightstand remains unopened and, apparently, will be the witness to his mission tonight.Â
Serves the damn thing rightâŠ
You take in the absolute beef of this man: the bulk of pecs above you, the wide, solid middle that nearly swallows you every time you're under him.
You almost disappear between him and the mattress when you two are doing missionary, and it's one of the best feelings in the world. You've wanted to sink your teeth in to those huge, solid shoulders for god knows how many times. Once or twice, you actually did give him a little bite, only a nib, really, during a good pounding â and giggled at the breathless grunt of "Hey" that followed.
The trail of hair, darker in tone compared to the hair on his head, spreads over his abs which rest under a thin layer of fat. The happy trail, as you call it, runs down until it meets the heavy cock that always makes your mouth water like it's your favorite meal.
His hand is weighty, adoring when it comes to rest on your waist â the callous of his palms feels just the right kind of rough as he gives you the softest squeeze and a caress.
And he must know from the wanton looks you gave him all evening that he can just walk right in. Probably knew from those texts already that you've been wet all day long.
You try to spread your legs wider than they can go as he grabs himself to be positioned to your entrance. The fat tip of him feels heavy on your folds as he lazily slides himself up and down your slit, teasing the opening but not going in. It feels heavenly to sense him, all of him, with nothing there between you. There's no lifeless rubber: just his thick velvet meeting your wetness and silk.
The darned man won't even answer your question⊠Probably knows it's not really a question, just an astonished sigh of love.
"It'sïżœïżœnot safe," your head falls back as he pushes the first few inches in â teasing you still by not giving you the full length and thick of him.
"Tired of safe, too," he rumbles softly above you, feeds more of himself in, and you tighten around his cock: receive him with fierce love and yearning. He groans at the sensation â it must feel divine for him, too. It must feel like it's meant to be this way. Now and forever.
You sigh as he starts to move, slow and intense, just the way he knows you like it when there's been too much stress and life has been a bitch. He always makes you feel better, always makes you melt in his arms when you run to him from the unfair, fucked up world.Â
He's got some bad days too, and thatâs when you ruffle his hair, scrub his back in the shower, give him a sloppy little blowjob, or make him his favorite dish, anything to make the tension in those mountains of shoulders disappear.Â
You two worship each other; thereâs no question about that.Â
"Simonâah⊠Truly, are you seriousâŠ?"Â
"Hell yeah."
The idea of him cumming inside you is thrilling enough, but it's not just about that.Â
You're ovulating, and he's a man in his absolute prime. He reminds you of mountain lions and snow leopards, living their life in harsh conditions and in wandering solitude until⊠Until the perfect companion comes along. He's simply the most virile male there is; broad, wide, and heavy, always ready when you are.
A man like Simon just cannot be infertile.
His eyes are half-lidded already, and those pale eyelashes make you bite your lip and grab his butt like it would be a life or death situation if he chose to withdraw.
And you know he loves it when you grope his ass and try to assist him with the thrusts.Â
His little helper, indeedâŠ
"Bloody fucking hell, you feel goodâŠ"
His head rolls back, exposing the tendons on his neck, thick, like the rest of him. Everything in this man is thick and broad and good â and fuck â he glides in and out like a dream. Somehow the extra layer of rubber has taken the brunt of his thickness away, but you feel it now, all of it, and it's something you could die for.
He grunts and thrusts, then halts for a while, chuckles all breathlessâŠ
"It's gonna be one hell of a show, sweetheart."
He's talking about what comes after. How it will be when there's a new addition and not a crew of two anymore. It brings tears to your eyes to see how he's already thinking about the future â and how he does it with a smile and a pleased chuckle.
"I'm used to sleepless nights," he reminds you softly. "You're not."
Ugh â he's thinking about your well-being when it would only make you the happiest woman on earth to take care of his children. Your children.
"I'll manage," you whisper.
"I know you will."
The tears are so close now; heâs simply the one and only person in this world for whom your love is boundless. Itâs endless, overflowing.
He pulls back a little, raises your legs to rest on his shoulders, then crawls forward â heâs about to go deep, and the indecent but insanely sweet position makes you quail from him at first. Itâs just too much all of a sudden.
"Waitâ"
"The boys said this'll do the trick," he explains, waits until you adjust under and around him.
"Theâthe boys?"
He had been discussing this with his workmatesâŠ?Â
Discussing which position is the best to help conceive?
"Yeah. Wanna do this properly."
This man might actually be serious⊠He just might be serious about this, and you still have difficulty grasping it.
"I can't believe you want this," you whisper, still trying to catch your breath on what's happening.
"Believe it or not, it's gonna happen now."
The smallest tear escapes, and you purse your lips, shut them tight to prevent a tiny little bawl from erupting.Â
"I've always wanted you, Simon," you breathe into the air between you as he starts to make love to you, fill you with intent. "Just you, all these yearsâŠ"
He rarely whispers, but this time, his voice is the softest hush.
"Right back at ya, darling."
"IâI want to give you⊠want your kids," you whimper, tears coating your voice as he continues the torture while the sweet, tight love surrounds you both.
"I want a family, Simon," you pant weakly, almost distressed. So urgent, desperate, like the wound is yet to be healed. You've never said those words to him before because you were afraid he might leave.Â
"Love⊠fuckin' hell."
He has to stop to catch his breath, to catch the truth. Of course he has known it all along without you telling him, because he simply has those instincts of a wild animal.Â
But words are powerful⊠They are magic. And this magic wants itself spelled out.
"I'll give them to you," he promises. "All of it. I swear."
Your eyes drift closed from the full wave of his vow. This mission is a crucial one, then, one of his most important ones. The man loves challenges; he loves when you up the stakes. Perhaps that's what this is about: he doesn't want to be a coward about the thing you both want.Â
The skulls, the brass and death that always surround him can't take away the fact that he's a lifegiver. No matter what anyone says, men can give life, too. He has already given you so much, and now he's going to give you children.
A few more tears push through, and it's one of the sweetest things in your life: to get fucked by him so good while you're crying from joy.
"Luv. You trust me?"
You open your eyes again, and the sight of him is crystallized through tears. It's the most beautiful thing.Â
"I trust you," you answer with a shaky breath.
Your trust is even more drugging to him than the tightness of your cunt, it seems. The corner of his eye twitches once, his brows knit together, and a pained look passes in his stare: but it's the sweet kind of pain, just like yours is.
"Feels so good," you whisper, looking up at him with devout love. "So, so goodâŠ"
"You're damn right," he sighs, panting with strained, short breaths. "Never felt this good."
He rocks you like you're under the sea, at the bottom of the ocean where the waves are mellow and the seabed is made of the softest sand. You're squeezed between his arms, tightly; he pins you to the bed with his body. The flutter of those pale lashes with every thrust is illegally sweet.
Your lips are bolted shut from the raw sensation, the swelling waves, but when a noise finally erupts, it does so with force.Â
You know it makes him wild whenever you cry and plead under him. You know it sends him straight to the edge, too: when you moan and tighten around his cock, spread yourself for him to plunder while you're clawing at his back. You were so embarrassed the first time you noticed the red marks on his skin after your little sessions, but he was only pleased and said you should never apologize for that. His body is full of past pain and torture, and still, still, he allows, even wants you to destroy it even more.
"Faster, Simon, pleaseâŠ"Â
"Yeah, that's it. Beg... Beg for me, love⊠"
And damn right, he's eating up your wrecked state like it's time for Christmas dinner, and the table is brimming with his favorite food. You're close, so close it would be torture, devastation if he stopped.Â
"Ya want me to give it to you?" His voice is more rough, more commanding. God, he's close too.
"Yesâgive it to me, pleaseâ"
Just don't stop, whatever you do, don't stopâŠ
You beg some more, but it's incoherent. Just the way he likes.Â
SimonâfuckâŠ
There's no reason to it, just ah's and fuck's and love's, all knit together in a sweet, heady mess as you comeâÂ
Fuckâ!
âŠthe orgasm is so intense it points your toes, makes you wrap around his middle with what little strength you have in your arms and fingers and those tiny little claws. Your nails sink in, somewhere between his shoulder blades: he's so wide you can't quite reach to hug him, but you latch onto him like a drowning person nonetheless.
"Ohâoh fucking godâŠ!"Â
He comes, right after, buries himself so deep that it stings a little, but you would never, ever complain. He pumps you full, doesn't even move, only arches his back to go even deeper, although he's already buried there to the hilt.
And never has he in all your years together sounded so vulnerable. He usually just grunts and huffs when he comes, but now you get a whole string of words and a fragile, broken pitch. He sounds as if he's near the point of breaking into tears.Â
It must feel divine to cum inside you instead of a condom, and what's even more, with the intent to fulfill a mission with that shot. Give life.
If you don't get pregnant from this, well⊠you doubt you ever will.
He's lying on top of you in a heavy, panting heap, sounding like he's just done ten deadlift PRs in a row. You can't help but laugh, breathless, too, and caress him as he comes down from his sex high.
"You can let me go now," you ghost your fingertips up and down his back when he still doesn't move. It's not that you want him to release you, but he's simply too heavy to be lying all over you like this for long periods of time.
"Nah not yet. Gotta make sure..."
He thinks you want him to pull out, and you giggle some more.
"You're crushing me," you laugh. "And we can do this all weekend, silly. If you want to make sure."
His middle contracts with a silent laugh, too.
"Got a fair point there, love."
Finally, he lets you out of the spread. He pulls out, too â that's not necessarily what you wanted, but when he takes you in his arms, you don't complain.
"That was⊠so nice," you say, suddenly shy. As if this was the first time he wrapped himself around you in a post-coital embrace.
"That was the best."
He's so warm, and the arm around you is heavy, even when lax. Especially when lax. You feel soft and sweet in his hold made of pure strength.
"I'd be surprised if not. You were very determined."
"You think that did it..?"
He's suddenly shy, too. You could swear he has never asked such a fragile question during or after a mission.
"No half-assing with my sweetheart."
One could say he really used his whole ass on this. You know it, because you're the one who spurred him on with weak but eager hands.
"...but I think it would be best to try again tomorrow. Just in case," he suggests, and you can hear the smile. God, that you love him.
"I wouldn't say no to that."
You imagine him waking up to your baby's cry with a sigh and a jaw-dislocating yawn, hushing you back to sleep by telling you it's his turn to go. He would finally locate the source of crying and make it his mission to cradle the little breadcrumb back to sleep, too. You just know Simon would sometimes fall asleep on the sofa while the baby is still in his arms, sound asleep just like their dad.
And you also know the child would make him laugh more. He would have the greatest time hearing all the silly (not to talk about the clever!) things the kid comes up with once it started talking. Simon would listen with a straight face, at first â out of respect â but then he would come to you with an unrestrained smile and a comment: "Did'ya hear what that little thing just said? Unbelievable..."
Whenever the kid had a tricky question, you would send them to Simon. It's decided already. You imagine him explaining things to the child with his steady and calm briefing voice while you're trying to keep your giggle in.
And when the little one was big enough to run around and poke things off the shelves, Simon would embrace you from behind while you're pouring some morning tea and say: "Should we make another one, hmm?"
After all, your little troublemaker would also need a friend to play with...
There's a gigantic, peaceful smile on your face, and Simon should be snoring by now⊠But he's still awake, and the arm around you draws you closer. He even tucks his hand partly between your body and the mattress. It's the sweetest prison from which you never want to escape.
"What if⊠What if I get grumpy when I'm pregnant?" You start to chit-chat nonsense while he holds you against a solid chest. You know he will fall asleep soon, and you wish to voice some fragile concerns before he does.
"I'll bring you ice cream to keep you nice and calm," he mutters in the back of your neck, sounding drowsy already.
"What if ice cream won't help?"
"I'll bring you chocolate."
You smile at him having a solution to every problem, no matter how minor.Â
"You're really not afraid�"
"Of you being grumpy? Nah I don't think so."
"No," you laugh at him joking around. "Of⊠changes."
"After all that we've been through? No." He brushes his lips over your neck, and you turn a little to look at him.
"Simon... What made you change your mind?"
He thinks on the answer for a good ten seconds. You know that inward look, which is both a gaze to the past and a shaky, hopeful glimpse to the future.
"Don't wanna die without knowing how our kid would look like. What they would be like."
You swallow past sorrow â it's such a beautiful thing to say that you have to catch your breath for a moment. Then you put your hand over his arm, the one keeping you close to him.
"Guess I got tired of living in fear," he sums up the change of heart, and you have to blink back more tears.
"I'm tired of living in fear, too," you whisper, and he entwines your fingers together. The kiss that follows is like a seal to your change of plans. It's pure hope.
"Could you... Could you say that we'll be fine?" You speak on his lips as softly as you can. You sometimes worry that he's annoyed by your constant need for reassurance, but he sounds as solid as a soldier can be.
"We'll be fine like always. Promise you that."
He doesn't seem to mind: if anything, you could swear that giving you encouragement only makes his chest puff up a little. The man gets satisfaction from you needing him in your life like this.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of us."
You ease fully into his embrace. He has said he'll take care of you many times before, but now your world is changing. It has changed already; you just know it. There's no more you and him, a team of two.Â
There will be a tiny little breadcrumb too.
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LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER
the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team
an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though đ€š , 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens
kenny
he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? đ€š" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH đ§" "im here."
you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck đ"
the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"
after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing
thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip
kyle
okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle
"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what đ
to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.
the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??
he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr đ€đ€
he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"
you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though đ€
stan
stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF
"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT đ§"
he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.
he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG âŒïž
he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute đ€đ€
when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"
cartman
"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."
he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"
picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman đ" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is
now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a đ look until the end of the video
the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake đ.
he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.
butters
butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? đŁ" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"
he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. đŽ
even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??
you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)
everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT đ§
clyde
when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"
he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there đ€š
he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more
when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"
well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.
tolkien
most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO đ"
"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything âșïž" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"
he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you twođđ€đ€
when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that
"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr
craig
"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."
idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo
he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.
when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.
people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you đđ€
tweek
"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK đ€Żđ€Ż" "TWEEK"
okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"
he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you areâșïžâșïžâșïž
his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too
recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks
when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious đđâ€ïž" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this đ€" and some were just "tip colour when?? đ"
#south park#south park x y/n#south park x you#kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader#south park x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle broflovski x reader#stan marsh x reader#stan marsh#eric cartman x reader#eric cartman#butters stotch#butters stotch x reader#clyde donovan x reader#clyde donovan#craig tucker x reader#craig tucker#tolkien black#tolkien x reader#tweek tweak#tweek x reader
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If it's alright with you, can I request threesome with Trey and Rook? Rough sex but has a really sweet end to it. Thank you!
Hehehehehe Iâm so excited to do this ask anon I absolutely love the âgentle seeming guy (Trey in this case) is actually into rough sexâ trope (hope you donât mind that Trey is a bottom in this!)
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In the quietest parts of the night, when most students were fast asleep dreaming of many things, you got to live out some of your own dreams.
You were staying in Rookâs room for the evening with your other boyfriend Trey, the three of you being polyamorous. And when a certain someone had to place a pillow over his lap as he saw his boyfriendâs changing into their pajamas, one thing led to another to end up with you three in the current situation.
âLook at you, drooling like a dog over some cock~â your words were said in such a soft manner that it almost didnât register in the poor green haired boyâs mind that it was meant to be degrading. But it was true, drool rolled down his chin as you thrust yourself in and out of his mouth.Â
Behind him, Rook was moving at the same pace in and out of his hole, whispering such perverted words that all the boy could do is whine in response. His dick was hard yet locked in a chastity cage, both you and Rook had decided he would not get to cum until you two allowed it.
âMon Amour, you look delicious all laid out for us~ I wonder what Rois de Roses would think seeing you like this~ his precious vice housewarden a complete cockdrunk whore~â with each word, Rook grew rougher with his thrusts, making Trey moan louder and desperately grip onto your thighs to ground himself, whining and trying to grind against the pillow propping his hips up.
âAh ah ah~ bad boy~ you donât get to move at all, remember~? Need me to tie you up~?â The smirk you added at the end made Treyâs eyes widen as he shook his head (or at least attempted to with your dick down his throat). Another smirk from you and the feeling of your hand gripping his hair made his mind melt even more.Â
âWhat do you think Mon amour, think our dear Chevalier des Roses deserves some relief~?â Rook had a mischievous look in his eyes, one that made you grin as well. With a small nod, Rook undid and took off the chastity cage from around Trey, causing the green haired boy to sigh in relief while continuing to suck on your dick. What he wasnât expecting was to have both his boyfriends suddenly pick up speed and intensity, thrusting into him so hard that all his brain could think of was the never ending pleasure and the desperate need to cum. His eyes rolled back and back arched as his hard cock twitched in need. He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, begging silently for permission.
âAwwww is the little whore close~? Well, I think youâve waited long enough, go on then~â he didnât need to be told twice by you, cum spurting from his cock only moments later as he moaned loudly around yours, causing you to cum as well and watch as some dribbled down his chin. Soon after, Rookâs hips stilled as the hot ropes of cum painted Treyâs insides white.
All three of you, now panting and spent, were coming down from your highs as you and Rook pulled out and lay beside Trey. Rook was the first to recover enough energy to get up, not surprising due to his level of stamina from hunting. He went and grabbed a warm, damp towel and began gently wiping up the mess on Trey.
âMon amour, you did wonderfully for us, we are very proud of youâ Treyâs cheeks turned red at the comment but an exhausted smile crept onto his face as you chimed in as well,
âYouâre such a good boy for us every time, youâre always so good at taking what we give you darling. Now how about you get some rest, we donât want Riddle seeing how exhausted you are and asking any questionsâ his cheeks flushed more at that before he started to laugh a bit at the image of that, making both you and Rook laugh as well.Â
Once fully cleaned up, and with fresh sheets on the bed, the three of you cuddled up under the blankets with you sandwiched between the two other boys and all fell into a deep sleep, feeling loved and safe by each others side.
#disney twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland smut#twisted wonderland x male reader#twst smut#trey clover#rook hunt
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Dancing with the Devil and His Wife in the Pale Moonlight
Yandere! Lucifer Morningstar X Reader X Yandere! Lilith Morningstar
Hey, guys! Welcome to another Lucifer story, this time with his wife Lilith! An Anon had asked for a longer fanfiction, so I did my best to do that ask justice. I'm thinking of making a part 2 but let me know what you think. As always enjoy and have a great day/night!
Words: 5612
Warnings: Kidnapping, Non-Con Kissing, Swearing, Slight gore near the end, Slight Possessive Tendencies, Slight drug use at the end
I hummed as I stretched my legs on the bar in the dance studio. Today our class was rehearsing for the ballet Three Virgins and a Devil which was going to be performing at our local theater. We had been practicing for months now but today was special. Today some of our patrons who financially support our ballet company were coming to watch us. It was quite a surprise as nobody really knew who the mysterious couple was, so gossip amongst my fellow ballerinas was high. The talk continued even as we prepared our bodies for our demonstration. âI heard that our patrons are very wealthy and looking for somebody they can throw their money to.âÂ
âYou mean they are looking for a third?â
âPossibly!â
âWell if they are looking for a third thereâs no way any of you would get it,â Jessica the prima ballerina stated.
âGirls, please,â our director, Maria, clapped her hands, âletâs get to work.â
We formed our line and started to do some warm up exercises. After about ten minutes of warm up, we ran a couple of our numbers. Suddenly the door to the studio swung open to reveal a man and a woman. The man was on the shorter side and had paleish skin, blonde hair, red tinted cheeks and red eyes. The woman was tall and had long blonde hair, purple eyes and a paleish complexion. We all stopped to stare. Their skin tone and eyes really threw us off but maybe they wore contacts to intimidate people. Our director let a big grin form on her face as she ushered the couple in. âAh, Mr and Mrs Morningstar! Welcome! Please come in.â
The couple stopped in the middle of the room and surveyed us. I bowed my head and fiddled with my shirt hem. Their gazes felt fiery and made me feel quite uncomfortable. âThis is our Corps de Ballet. We were just practicing for our upcoming production when you both walked in. Iâm sure you would be interested in seeing some material.â
âAbsolutely! My wife and I would like to see what our money buys after all.â
âOf course, Mr Morningstar. Girls.â
We all got into our places and Maria pressed play on the CD player. We performed an ensemble piece and one with the three leads: Jessica, Savannah and Tessa. Our patrons just watched us with curious eyes and applauded when we were all done. âThat was quite the show you ladies put on. I think my husband and I can agree our money is being well spent. However, we'd like to talk to you, Miss Maria, if we could.â
âOf course. We can go to my office. Girls, keep rehearsing. Iâll be back as soon as I can.â
We all watched as the three of them left and as soon as the door shut gossip was at an all time high. âOh my gosh, did you see the way they looked at Jessica? If they are looking for a third Iâll bet theyâll choose her!â
âNo way! They were totally staring at me!â
âGirl, thatâs not possible. If anything they were staring at your fumbled footwork at beat five.â
âShut up! Thatâs not true!â
âWhat do you think, Y/n? Who were they staring at?â
All of the girls in my circle turned to me. I let out a huff. âI wasnât paying attention. I was too focused on my steps.â
âAt least one of us was,â Jessica stated.
We all turned to stare at her. âLike I said before, Iâd be their first choice for a third.â
The smirk that played on her lips made me quite angry. Because she was the prima ballerina she always thought everyone was interested in her. While it may be true, her pride was too boastful. âOh please. Stop lying to yourself. I saw where their gaze was during your performance. It was at the back.â
âYeah right! All eyes are always on me.â
I rolled my eyes. God she was so annoying.Â
âLadies, you heard what Maria said. We need to practice. This discussion can continue later.â
âAlright, party pooper.â
We fell into our positions and began another ensemble routine. Jessica called out counts as we danced and about twenty minutes later Maria returned. âGood job today, girls. You deserve a break for the rest of the day. Jessica, Y/n, please stay behind. Iâd like to talk to both of you.â
I looked at my friends in confusion. Why was I needed?
As my fellow dancers passed to get changed, Lily grabbed my shoulder. âItâll be okay, Y/n.â
She quickly walked off with the others. I sighed and walked to the mirrors where Maria stood. Jessica side eyed me and then focused back on our instructor. âGood job today, both of you. The Morningstars were very taken aback by your performances. In fact, theyâd like to get to know you both on a more personal level.â
I felt myself stop breathing and my eyes widen. They what?
âTheyâd like to take you both to dinner tomorrow night. A car will come and pick up both of you so no need to worry about rides.â
âMiss Maria, are you sure Y/n was an interested party? After all sheâs just an ensemble member-â
âYes, Jessica. They were quite. Interested. They said their car should be there around 6 pm to pick up our prima ballerina and 7 pm to pick up Y/n. Please dress nice, you are representing Carmilla Carmineâs Ballet Academy after all.â
âYes, maâam.â
âYes, mistress.â
âYouâre both excused.â
The two of us took our leave and as soon as the door closed behind us Jessica snarled at me. âListen here and listen well. If you were a team player youâd refuse to come to this dinner tomorrow.â
âIâm just not showing up. You heard Miss Maria! The Morningstars were interested in both of us. How do you think thatâll reflect on our Academy if I just donât show up?â
âJust donât embarrass me tomorrow!â
She huffed and stormed off. I sighed and went into the locker room. I sat on one of the benches and traded out my pointe shoes for my regular tennis shoes. Throwing on my hoodie, I grabbed my backpack and headed out of the studio. The rest of my day went fairly well. My friends from work texted me asking if I was alright. I told them what had happened and they blew up my phone. They couldnât believe an opportunity like this was being given to a backup dancer. I chuckled at their antics in my text messages and responded to them throughout the night.
The next day I had gotten up fairly early and ran some errands. When I got back to my apartment later I did some cleaning. I noticed it was getting closer to the time my date was so I finished and ran into my bedroom. I chose a nice long, flowy, favorite color dress and a pair of black flats. In my bathroom I added some light makeup to my face and attached a silver necklace to my body. After I was done I looked at my phone to see it was 7 pm. Grabbing my keys and a small purse, I locked my door and took the stairs to the lobby. I walked out to the street and saw a short man getting out of a black Mercedes-Benz. âMiss L/n?â
âYep, thatâs me.â
âFollow me please.â
He walked to the back of the car and opened the door. âThanks.â
I slid in and he shut the door. He returned to the driverâs side and got in. Starting the car, we headed out. I looked around as the man drove. I had never been in such a fancy car before so this was truly a new experience. The interior was all black leather and the windows were tinted. Jessica sat next to me texting on her phone. I watched as the nightlife of my city passed by in amazement. It felt like a different ride. The car suddenly came to a halt and the driver got out. He opened the door for Jessica first and then he opened my side. I stared at the restaurant and nearly collapsed. We were parked in front of Melbourneâs, a very fancy and well known place. Rumor had it that the wait list was three months before somebody could get in. âAh, Jessica, Y/n! So glad you could make it!â
I looked over to see the Morningstars approach us, each of them giving us a kiss on the cheek. The Misses wore a long, sparkly, purple dress while the Mr wore a white outfit with red accents. âYou both look lovely. Come, our table is waiting for us.â
Mr Morningstar wrapped an arm around Jessica while Mrs Morningstar wrapped an arm around me. They led us inside to a table that was hidden by a wall and some red velvet curtains in the back of the restaurant. We all sat down and I gazed over the menu. My heart nearly stopped. The prices were way out of my range. Jesus.Â
A waiter came over and introduced himself as Jeff before asking for the tableâs drink choice. The three other occupants said some fancy wine or a fancy cocktail. When it got to me I just muttered, âWater, please.â
Jessica snorted and Mrs Morningstar looked at me. âAre you sure, Y/n? You can have anything youâd like.â
âIâm sorry I donât drink. I honestly don't know where to begin.â
âI see. How about we start you off simple. Sheâll take a brandy old fashioned.â
âAll good choices. Iâll be back with those in a short bit.â
Jeff left and I felt extremely awkward. I mean I was trying my first alcoholic drink in front of practically strangers. What if I didnât like it? I didnât want to offend the Misses.
I picked up the menu to try and avoid small talk. Jessica and the Morningstars were discussing something and I was just trying to decide what least expensive item to get. â-ou, Y/n?â
I set the menu down and looked up. âWhat? Sorry.â
Mr Morningstar just smiled across the table at me. âItâs quite alright, dear. I asked what got you into ballet.â
âOh, um, I donât know. I guess I just find it relaxing and something to occupy my time with. I had started off as a child and just loved it ever since, Mr Morningstar.â
âOh no need for formalities! Weâre out of the studio. Please call us Luci and Lilith.â
The two smiled at us. While I felt out of place, their smiles sort of comforted me. It was almost like a parent soothing their child. âSo why donât you tell us about yourselves? Weâre very interested to hear,â Lilith said.
I was about to say something when Jessica started. I just leaned back in my chair and watched other customers. There were many couples in the restaurant with a few groups scattered here and there. It was odd to see everybody dressed to the nines with their fanciest garb, but I suppose you have to live up to the dress code. âAnd what about you, Y/n? Anything youâd like to share,â Luci said.Â
The entire table turned to look at me and I could feel my skin crawling with heat. I wasnât used to this much attention on me. Even when I was younger my siblings had always gotten the most of momâs time. âWell, Iâm uh 25 and the oldest of three. Like I said before I love ballet and I moved out here to try and make a career of it.â
âAnything else? Do you have any hobbies,â Lilith asked this time.
âI guess I like the arts in general. I participate in some art classes here and there. I read when I get the chance. Walks in the park or just around town are nice too.â
âThat sounds lovely. You seem like a very creative girl.â
I gave a small smile. Just then Jeff returned with a tray and set all of our drinks down in front of each of us and asked us for our dinner choice. I just went with a simple pasta dish. I looked down at my drink and swirled it with the small black straw it came with. I was entranced by how the mushed cherry swirled with the ice in the orange drink as Jessica chatted. Lifting the rocks glass, I took a sip and hummed. It was quite good, especially for my first alcoholic drink. Setting the glass down, I observed the people at my table. Lilith was engaged in a conversation with Jessica, however Luciâs eyes were set on me. I gulped and averted my gaze to my lap. I could hear him chuckle. The table went silent for a moment, so I took the opportunity to ask something. âSo do you guys have any family around here?â
âWe have a daughter. Her name is Charlie. Sheâs a bit older than the two of you, but sheâs quite the spirited girl. She doesnât live here, more down under,â Lilith replied.
âI see. So she lives in Australia then?â
The couple glanced at each other and smiled. âYou could say that.â
âShe actually runs a hotel, funny enough. Itâs to rehabilitate people.â
âOh wow. That sounds like a lot to take on. You must be very proud of her.â
Luci stepped in. âOh yes. Sheâs our little duckling!â
I could feel a rigidness coming from my fellow dancer. Maybe she didnât like kids?
The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. I admit I was nervous but that dissipated the more the night went on. We all shared stories and laughs between us and the food was really good. I had offered to pay my half but the Morningstars were quick to shut the idea down. âItâs our treat. After all, we wanted to get to know you,â Luci had said.
After the bill was paid, they led us out to the car. The couple leaned in and gave me a kiss on both cheeks and did the same for Jessica. As they pulled away, Lilith spoke. âThank you for a lovely night, ladies. We hope you have a great rest of your night.â
âThank you for inviting us. We really appreciate it,â I replied.
The driver opened the door for us and Jessica and I got in. As he started to drive away the Morningstars waved at us until we were out of view. âI think that went well.â
âNo duh. They were all over us, especially me. You think I can take more money out of them?â
âIs that the only reason you went? Their company was a nice treat. Besides, donât you have other people wrapped around your finger you can take advantage of?â
âOf course. Those are some of the perks of being the prima ballerina. Iâm surprised you even had a good time with all that attention on you. You should just stick to the back.â
I frowned. I was not about to let her ruin the night. âWhatever. I had a good time regardless of how much attention was on me.â
I turned away from her and focused on the passing cityscape. Eventually we reached my apartment and when we did the driver opened the door. I got out hastily and thanked him. I walked into the lobby and went up the stairs to the third floor. Getting out my keys, I unlocked the door and slipped my shoes off. I shut the door and went into my bathroom. I rinsed off my makeup and took my necklace off before going into my bedroom. I got out of my dress and put on my pjâs, throwing the flowy garment into the laundry hamper. I sat on my bed and went through my notifications on my phone. I grunted in annoyance when I saw my ex-loverâs name pop up. I clicked open their text and rolled my eyes. Once again it was them proclaiming they made a mistake for leaving me and they wanted me back. I didnât reply, just backed out of it to the hub. I texted my friends from work about the night and they all congratulated me. We talked for a few minutes before I decided to log off. Putting my phone on the charger on the nightstand, I got under the covers and attempted to fall asleep.
The next day I rose at around 8 am. We had rehearsal today at 9 am so I quickly got dressed in a gray tank top and black leggings. I slipped a navy hoodie over top, slipped on my tennis shoes, grabbed my backpack and was out the door. It took me about twenty minutes to walk the several blocks to the studio, but when I made it I greeted the receptionist. âGood morning, Ricardo!â
âGood morning, Y/n! How are you today?â
âAverage, I guess. And you?â
âFabulous. Iâve got my coffee so today should go smoothly.â
I chuckled. He always liked his caffeine.Â
âI better head on up. Iâll see you later. Have a great day!â
âYou too!â
I walked upstairs to the locker room where I placed my backpack and shoes in my locker. I slipped off my hoodie and then sat on one of the benches to put my pointe shoes on. When they were secure, I walked into the studio. I saw the girls hounding Jessica for information so I just went to my corner and stretched. As I was doing so, Maria came into the room. She looked around and when she noticed me, she came over. âGood morning, Y/n. I hope your dinner was enjoyable last night.â
âIt was actually. The Morningstars are very nice people.â
âIâm glad. Was Jessica nice to you?â
âWith them, yes. In the car, not so much.â
âI see. Iâm sorry that happened.â
âItâs no big deal. Iâm used to it.â
She smiled and patted me on the shoulder. âWell Iâd better get to teaching. Shall we?â
âWe shall.â
Maria clapped her hands and we fell into our rows. We did a few warm up exercises and as we were doing this, Ricardo came into the room holding a bouquet twice the size of my head and the phone. We stopped to ooh and ah. âYes?â
âThese just came for Y/n.â
âWhat,â I muttered.
Ricardo came over and handed me the plastic wrapped flowers. Upon closer inspection I saw my favorite flower mixed with roses. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks as I found a card amongst the petals. Pulling it out, the heat burned brighter. âWhat does it say, Y/n?â
âTo our dearest Y/n, thank you for a wonderful night. Call us anytime. From the Morningstars. And then thereâs a phone number.â
All my friends squealed in delight and Jessica stepped forward rudely. âWas there anything for me, Ricardo?â
âIâm afraid not. Iâll keep checking. Oh also thereâs someone on hold for you, Y/n.â
He handed me the phone and I looked at Maria. She gestured for me to answer it. âHello?â
âGood morning, Y/n!â
âWho is this?â
âAh, how rude of me! Itâs Luci.â
âMr Morningstar?â
At the mention of the name, Jessica glared at me. I gulped.
âWhat have I told you about formalities, darling?â
âSorry, bad habit. What can I do for you?â
âThe wife and I were wondering if youâd like to go dancing tonight.â
âT-tonight? But we just saw each other-â âLilith and I have taken quite a liking to you, my dear. Youâre such a sweetheart and weâd like to be with you again. You just radiate a beautiful energy. What do you say?â
âOh, um, uhâŠI guess. Sure.â
âGreat! Weâll pick you up at 7 o clock! See you then, dear!â
âSee you then.â
I pulled the phone away and ended the call. Lily spoke first. âWell?â
âI guess I have another date tonight with the Morningstars.â
The girls erupted into screams of joy and surrounded me in a hug except for the prima ballerina. She gave me a heated glare, stomped her foot and stormed off. I gave the bouquet and phone back to Ricardo. âCould you put them in my locker please?â
âOf course!â
âThanks, Ricardo.â
âDonât mention it.â
He left the room and Maria tried to calm everybody down. âGirls. Girls! GIRLS!â
They stopped and stared at our instructor. âLetâs get to work. We donât have much time.â
âYes, maâam,â we all responded.
The rest of the morning and afternoon was spent practicing. Around 3 pm, Maria let us go. When I went into the locker room, I stopped abruptly. All over the floor near my locker were flower petals and the destroyed bouquet. My hoodie lay on the bench as well as my backpack. I went over and picked both up only for my things to fall from the bag and my sweatshirt to have tears in the material. I looked at the bottom of my bag to see a large hole had been cut. Both were beyond repair. I sighed and threw both items in the trash. I had a feeling it was Jessica. I just couldnât believe she was that angry at me when it wasnât my fault the Morningstars called on me. Grabbing my stuff, I put it on a bench and then went to grab the broom and dustpan. Retrieving both from the supply closet, I returned to the locker room and cleaned up the flower petals and tore up card from the carpeted floor. I threw that and the plastic wrapped stems in the trash before returning the cleaning supplies to the closet. I walked back to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and made my way home.
When I got home I had taken a small nap and then got ready for the night. I chose a dark blue floral blouse, black pants, black boots and a denim jacket. Grabbing my keys, phone and purse, I headed down to the main street. The same Mercedes-Benz sat in front of my building and out stepped Luci from the car. âOver here, Y/n!â
I walked over and slid in, only to realize when he got in that I squished between the husband and wife. Oh boy.
âDerek, you may go.â
The car drove off. It was silent for a minute and I bit my lip when both Luci and Lilthâs hands came to rest on either one of my legs. âSo my darling, did you enjoy our flowers? Lilith and I combined our efforts to come up with it.â
âUh, I did. Before they got destroyed.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI had them put in my locker and when I got back from practice my hoodie, backpack and flowers were lying on the ground ruined.â
My eyes widened when I thought I saw horns come out of Luciâs head and his eyes go from red to white. I blinked and they were back to normal. âAnd who do you think did it?â
âWellâŠI canât say.â
Lilith put a finger under my chin and made me face her. She brought her head so close our lips almost touched. âLove, you can tell us anything. Weâre here for you. Was it that pesky Jessica? I knew we should have sent flowers so she didnât feel left out but Luci was very determined not to.â
âShe was soooo boring! All she did was talk about herself. At least our little apple was nice and polite.â
I felt him trace a pattern on my thigh but I couldnât see as I was stuck staring at Lilith. âLuciâŠâ
âItâs true! You canât deny that, honey.â
âAlright, yes. She was a bore. But maybe our lovelyâs bouquet would still be intact.â
âOkay, Iâll give you that one.â
âAnyway, was it Jessica?â
I could feel their eyes bore into me and I felt compelled to nod. They glanced at each other and then back to me. âDonât worry love, weâll get you as many flowers as youâd like.â
âYes, but letâs focus on tonight. Weâre going to dance the night away!â
My body tensed slightly when Luci put his head on my shoulder and I could feel his breath on my neck. âI-is hot in here or is it just me?â
They both chuckled rather loudly. âOh dear. I think our little apple is heating up, Lilith.â
âYes I think so, Luci. Perhaps we should aid her?â
âYes. Yes we should.â
I gasped when I felt Mr Morningstar start to suck on my neck. I tried to pull away but Mrs Morningstar brought me into a kiss. My eyes widened and I attempted to hit either of them, but each of them had grabbed one hand and held it. I squirmed as they took their sweet time kissing me and just as I brought my legs up to kick them the car stopped. They pulled away with giant grins on their faces. The door opened and I clawed my way over top of Luci to get out. I figured he left a hickey so I did my best to raise my jacket collar to hide it. Just as I finished, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and the other around my shoulders. âShall we go in, my love?â
I nodded and the two scooted me inside the club. It was very loud when we entered, the music making the walls and floor shake. The three of us sat in a private booth and Lilith went to go get us some drinks. I tried to put past how they had both kissed me, but I just couldnât for the life of me. I wasnât sure if I was supposed to like it or not. Sure they were nice people but something about them unsettled me. âWhatcha thinking about, my dear?â
I looked up at Luci, his brow furrowed. âHuh? Oh nothing.â
âI donât think itâs nothing. Youâre very quiet.â
âI guessâŠnevermind.â
âCome on, you can tell me. You can tell us anything.â
His hand reached across the table and it laid on my knee. It reminded me too much of their kiss so I slid it off. He seemed very surprised by my retaliation. I looked at the hardwood floor as I spoke. âI guess I wasnât expecting you guys to kiss me. I thought we werenât quite there yet.â
âOh, is that whatâs got you bothered? Iâm sorry. My wife and I are very forward when it comes to love.â
âLove?â
âYes, you heard me.â
âWhat are you two talking about?â
Lilith had returned with three drinks. She set them on the table and sat by her husband. âY/n doesnât think we love her.â
âItâs not that, I just think itâs too early. I mean we met yesterday for crying out loud.â
âAw, but youâre so fascinating, my love! How could we not fall in love with you!â
âLook, Iâm not ready to take it to the next step-â
âYou will in due time, little apple. Itâll just take some getting used to.â
I felt like I wasnât being heard and I just needed a minute to breathe. âI, I need to go to the bathroom.â
I abruptly stood and speed walked to the nearest restroom. Just as I was about to enter, I bumped into somebody. âOh, Iâm so sorry!â
âNo please, it was me-Y/n?â
I looked up and felt my heart stop. Oh great, my ex. Just what I needed. âHey.â
âHeyâŠhow have you been?â
âUm, good I guess. Look, I was just heading to the bathroom-â
âWell now that I got you here we might as well talk.â
âIâm not in the mood.â
âY/n, I know we got off on the wrong foot-â
âYou left because you found someone else. Thatâs that. Now if youâll excuse me-â
They grabbed me by the shoulders and I stiffened. âYou always do this when I try to talk to you. You shut me down. I just want you to fucking listen.â
Their grip tightened and I wished I was more at the table with the Morningstars then here. âLet go!â
I shoved my ex away and ran out the front door. I took a sharp turn and leaned against the alley wall. I leaned my head against the brick and let out a sigh. I heard rushing footsteps and I internally groaned when I saw Ex-Partnerâs Name round the corner. âThere you are! What part of I want to talk to you do you not fucking understand?!â
âThe message is clear, but I just donât want to talk. When you left me, that finished the matter.â
âBut I want you back! I made a mistake alright, but I realize that now! Come on, what do you say?â
âIâve said no and Iâll say it again. NO!â
They growled and I saw a glint in the moonlight. My eyes widened when I realized it was a switchblade. They rushed at me and I quickly closed my eyes and curled inwards, waiting for pain. It never came. I opened my eyes to see Luci with completely red eyes and long red horns sticking out of his forehead. A floating apple and a golden snake wrapped around the top of his horns and a fireball hovered above his head. Lilith was beside him, her eyes completely white and reddish purple curled horns stuck out of her head. He grabbed my ex by the wrist, twisting the knife out of their hand. They screamed in pain and I gasped seeing the bone stick out. Oh my GodâŠ
I stepped back as Luci twisted harder and more bone came poking out of the skin. âDonât even think about going near her! YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH!â
I watched in horror as the knife levitated towards Lilith and she stabbed my ex in the shoulder. They howled and she brought the knife up and stabbed again. Their nails grew into claws and they started to dig into my assailantâs skin, blood rushing down from their wounds. I backed away and then sprinted out of there. My exâs screams rang in my head as I continued to run. What the fuck? What the fuck?!
I suddenly slammed into a chest and shrieked when arms wrapped around me. I realized it was Luci, his eyes now white with a red background. Six red and white wings stuck out of his back and they slightly curled around us as I beat on his chest. âLet me go! LET ME GO!â
He nuzzled into my hair and I kept flailing around. Lilith magically appeared beside him, my exâs body dragging on the ground behind her. âShh. Youâre safe now, little apple. Weâve got you.â
âGet the fuck away from me! Get! Away!â
âLucifer, donât hold her too tight now. We donât want bruises on her precious skin.â
In my struggle I slowed. Lucifer Morningstar. Lilith Morningstar. Horns. Wings. Wait a minuteâŠ
âAre you the Devil and his wife,â I asked timidly.
The two looked at each and sighed. âI guess the duck is out of the bag, Lilith.â
They turned to look at me and I shrunk in his tight hold. âYes, weâre the Devil and his wife.â
It all made sense now. The red and purple eyes. The pale complexion. The reason they were such mysterious patrons. Their daughter being down under.
I shoved Lucifer and he let go for a second before his bloody claws grasped hard on my arms. His talons dug into my skin as I struggled. âLet me go, please! I, I wonât tell anyone what happened here! We can just go about our lives! Just, just let me go!â
By now tears had started escaping my eyes and I quickly kicked Lucifer in the balls. His claws slid down and caused four gashes to appear on my forearm. He let out a groan and I turned to flee, only for him to fly in front of me. âY/n! Stop!â
They cornered me to the wall and the brick dug harshly at my back. âEverythingâs alright, my love. Youâre alright.â
Lilith brought her hand up and I slapped it away. My chest was heaving to try and gain air into the lungs, but I couldnât get any in. I mean how are you supposed to react when you find out that the patrons of your ballet academy who are in love with you are the Devil and his wife?
âY/n, dear, breathe. Breathe.â
âI, I canât! I c-canât!â
I just broke down. I slid down the brick and wrapped my arms around my knees. I began to hyperventilate as tears rushed down my cheeks. I heard Lucifer and Lilith say something to each other but I couldnât make it out. As I cried I felt something gently hit my head and arms. I looked up to see golden dust raining down upon me. I looked up even further to see it coming from Luciâs fingertips, a gentle smile on both his and Lilithâs faces. Suddenly I felt very tired and calm, too calm. I could feel my muscles go slack and my body limp as Lucifer picked me up bridal style. âJust close your eyes, lovely. Weâll be home before you know it.â
âH-home? W-whose home?â
They both looked at me and smiled brightly. My eyes closed and my breathing steadied.
âOurs.â
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good evening reddit users, welcome to the website. not seen one of these that tells you how to make this website bearable so here goes
starting off with dashboard settings you want to turn off endless scrolling (it slows down the website after a while of scrolling), turn off shorten long posts because one of the main things about this website is the total lack of a character limit (as an alternative to this setting, you can press j to skip to the next post on the dashboard if the current one is kind of long). turning on timestamps is convenient because it allows you to check when a post was made (don't get me wrong: this website absolutely LOVES reblogging old posts, but there are times when it's worth checking if a post has very old news in it)
turn off best stuff first right away. one of the main reasons cited for joining tumblr is because "there is no algorithm". this is not entirely true, we have one but we routinely turn off anything algorithmic that staff adds. turning off best stuff first means your dashboard will be reverse chronological no matter what, and turning off based on your likes and stuff in your orbit will get rid of the rest of the algorithmically-recommended content that appears on your dashboard
following tags is nice because you will occasionally see posts with tags you follow sprinkled into your dashboard. this is considered good because it's almost always recent, I personally recommend turning on include followed tag posts and just following a bunch of random tags that you think could be interesting (characters, media, topics, whatever)
this one's a more personal thing but I would absolutely turn off any community labels because tumblr staff has recently been just putting a bunch of random posts under this despite being entirely sfw. if you ACTUALLY want to filter content, then go to filtered tags:
unlike the community labels which are put arbitrarily by staff, tags are put on by the actual users and so you can MUCH more reliably filter out content you don't want to see by putting filtered tags. this also works for any kind of content unlike the community labels, meaning you can just filter out stuff that you don't want to see (a particular character, a particular piece of media, a certain topic, anything you want really)
turn on custom theme immediately. the standard view of tumblr.com/url will give people who are not logged in a forced login wall, meanwhile url.tumblr.com will not. by doing this you also get access to your post archive at url.tumblr.com/archive, which lets you look through your posts more easily (the search function is awful). the main benefit of this, however, is that you get to have a custom look to your blog: going to edit theme brings up a menu that allows you to customize your css, add pages to your tumblr blog, etc. all very useful stuff
it's also worth taking the time to consider whether or not you leave your liked posts and list of blogs you follow public (most people have likes turned off, following is also commonly turned off but I personally don't care about others seeing who I follow)
turn off the let people blaze your posts. blaze basically allows you to pay money to show a post to a random group of people by paying money, suffices to say that allowing others to blaze your posts without your consent will inevitably lead to one of your personal posts getting blazed by some prick and now hundreds of people have seen it
asks are one of the main ways of interacting with blogs so absolutely turn them on. whether you allow anons is your choice, anonymity allows people to say nice things without feeling embarrassed about how everyone knows who said that, but it also allows people to send hateful stuff with no consequence.
submissions are like whatever. I personally leave them on but in my 5 years of having this blog I've been submitted to twice.
to close off this post I'll leave my personal thoughts on reblog etiquette:
reblogging is great. reblog the fuck out of anything. does the post amuse you slightly? reblog it. go wild
that being said please don't put anything in your reblogs unless it's like a really important comment. your comment will be immortalized forever if someone reblogs the post from you and on popular posts I have to constantly go back a couple years to get rid of an annoying comment like "LOL THIS IS SO FUNNY" because that person didn't realize that their addition was wholly unnecessary
if you DO want to add something to say your thoughts on the post in a quiet voice that doesn't get permanently added onto the original, consider talking in the tags of your reblog. this is considered nicer since when the post is reblogged from you your tags are not going to stick around. there is also this process known as "peer review" in which if your tags are sufficiently funny one of your followers (or sometimes a random person browsing the notes of the post) will screenshot/copy and paste your tags into a reblog, which is a much more natural way of having your comment added into the post
tags are also nice to use or organizational purposes. clicking on a post with a certain tag on your blog will show you every post with that tag on your blog allowing you to find posts later, alternatively you can go to url.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/[insert tag here] to a similar effect.
that's all I have to say on this subject. have fun on our glorious website
edit: oh yeah also unfollow staff. it will make you look normal đ
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If itâs not too much, could I ask for the Love and Deepspace boys who accidentally hurt the (if you could gn) readerâs feelings? (They argued and they were wrong but lashed out either way sorta thing?) if not, completely understandable! Tysm!
The Hurts
Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.
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Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.
You had given him so many chances, and what you got in return was being hurt over and over again.
Like sitting on a never-ending roller coaster, that's the feeling when you were with him.
He made you happy, he made you sad. He gave you surprises and he also shattered many of your dreams.
Then, you had enough.
You trudged back home with heavy steps after a difficult mission. Blood drenched your uniform. The blood of Wanderers, and the blood of your comrades. The mission was a complete failure. There were a lot of people injured, and it was completely your fault.
Because you trusted someone who shouldn't have been trusted.
Rafayel was standing on an empty street corner, waiting for you. He knew you would always take the same route home. You were too predictable, that was why he played with you like a toy.
You grit your teeth. You and Rafayel each held one end of the rubber band. But he was always the first to let go.
It hurt, the feeling of being betrayed hurt so much. But you still kept walking. You did not want him to see you miserable like that. You would not give him the opportunity to trample on your feelings and trust anymore.
Rafayel's dark eyes gazed at you. You saw scales sprouting out from his face and neck. That was the day when Lemurians were at their weakest.
Nevertheless, he made the decision to stand here and wait for you to come home. As soon as he had heard the news from his spies, he immediately ran to find you even though he was in his weakest state. You stopped moving when you were just close enough away from him, to look straight into his eyes with full of indignation.
âI will explain everything.â Rafayel spoke up. And he should, but you were sick of it by now.
âThat's enough, Rafayel.â You cut him off before he could say anything else. âYou've said enough.â
You trusted his intelligence, only to lead your comrades into a trap. He always took advantage of your absolute trust to hurt you and the people you cared about. Especially when there was something related to the Lemurians, he suddenly became a different person. Someone you did not know.
âYour secretsâŠâ You said, âJust keep them to yourself⊠I think I've had enough of your lies.â
"I did not lie." Rafayel reached out towards you but you backed away. âEverything I told you about that operation was true. I simplyâŠâ
âYou simply didn't tell me the whole truth.â You said bitterly.
Rafayel withdrew his hand. He appeared so frail that he may pass out at any time at the side of the road. This time, you would not care as much. You would just leave him be.
âYou showed concern for me, then you left me alone. You helped me, then pushed me into a trap... What is real, Rafayel? What is the truth that ever comes out of your mouth?â
Rafayel was silent, staring at you with pain. What an excellent performance. You almost believed him, one more time.
âWhat are you going to do, then? You could kill me with just one blow right now.â
âDon't challenge me.â You threatened with a glare. You hurried past Rafayel, wanting nothing more than to get home and clean off all the blood on your body and calm yourself down. Yet, despite his extreme weakness, he still has the ability to draw you in. Your eyes met his sadness. In an instant, it seemed as though you had descended to the ocean's lowest point.
âYou asked me what was true.â He said, his voice shaking. âYou may not believe anything else I say⊠But this, this alone is the truth⊠I will never, ever let anyone hurt you⊠I will never lose you againâŠâ
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You stood in front of Xavier's house waiting impatiently. As soon as the door opened, you immediately rushed inside without even saying hello.
âIs there anything wrong?â Xavier asked gently, but his innocent look made you even more angry.
âYou crossed me out of that mission, didnât you?â You replied in anger. There were several rolled-up reports in your palm, ready to be torn apart. You aimed it in his direction. âThis was originally the mission assigned to me! Why did you request to do it on your own?â
Xavier saw the problem as soon as he glanced at those papers. He tried to explain:
âThat mission is too dangerous. I can't let you do it by yourself.â
âThen would it be better if you went alone?â
You gave Xavier a glance. He was trying to calm you down, but every step he took closer you moved further away. You were upset because he decided to enter a risky area without you, maybe endangering his life, and you were unaware of it until everything had been taken care of. Even with you by his side, he carried the weight of everything by himself. You did not want that, because you felt compelled to share everything with him.
"I'm sorry." Xavier was honest with you. âI should have asked you first. I decided on my own because I thought it was the best thing for you.â
âWhat's best for me?â You retorted. âDo you even know what is good for me? To participate in my own mission, to decide to do things as I wish, or to fight by your side!â
Only silence covered the room. You collapsed into his couch, burrowing your face into your hands. You hated this feeling of helplessness. He took away your right to make decisions, your right to accompany him on this dangerous mission. The thought that he did not need you was so painful.
âYou don't believe in meâŠâ You spoke up after a long while. When you looked up, you saw that Xavier was still standing there, looking regretful and helpless because he was unable to touch you at the time. âI thought we were a team. If we're a team, we won't hide missions from each other, we won't sneak around alone behind the other person's back..."
âI'm really sorry. That mission is much more dangerous than area N109. I can't let you risk it.â
âThat means if you had to choose again, you would still do the same and hide it from me, right?â
Xavier remained silent, but you already knew the answer.
You did not know what hurt more; Xavier hiding that mission from you, or he not trusting you could complete it?
You got to your feet, looked at Xavier, and proceeded to the door.
"I truly put in a lot of training to be in a team with you. But maybe that's not enough. If you think you can do it all by yourself then so be it, I don't see the need to stay here anymore.â
"Don't." Xavier seized your hand fast to hold you there. âDon't say such thingsâŠâ
You drew away from him fiercely. Xavier let out a cry and embraced his left chest at that very time.
It appeared like he was hurt. You scowled and extended a hand to touch him.
âAre you injured?â
Xavier tried to smile, but his face gradually turned pale. He took that opportunity to pull you back and wrap an arm around your waist to keep you in place.
âIt's only a little cut.â
âHow can it be small when you look so painful?â
Xavier struggled to breathe. He replied:
"I'm sorry. Maybe it's true that I couldn't do that task alone. You were right. We are a team, I need you.â
You feel pleased, but still very angry with Xavier. It was because he chose to go alone that he got injured like that.
âFrom now on, I will definitely not hide anything from you anymore. So⊠don't leave me alone, okay?â
You were silent for a while, but wrapped your arms around Xavier to hug him. âI have to check your wound first.â
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The more you care for someone else, the deeper the wound they cause you.
It had been a month since you could contact him. Just like that, he disappeared, again.
You were frightened. Just like when you were a child, suddenly one day, the friend who used to make snow seals for you disappeared without a trace. No one could hear about him. He had also covertly assigned your monthly health check to another physician without you knowing until you got to the hospital. The last time you had heard about him was when Dr. Greyson told you he were rushing off to the Arctic on urgent business.
How funny it was to learn that from someone other than him. No farewells, no assurances not to worry. And for an entire month, he was absent. Although you didn't have the authority to make him tell you his schedules, at least you wanted to know how long he was going to be gone and whether or not the mission was risky.
You grew more afraid and then angered as you considered him going missing once more. How could he do this to you, after everything you had been through together? Yet he dared to show his face to your house on a rainy night.
When he saw that you were covering yourself from the rain with your jacket, he moved forward to shield you. But you dashed over to the porch. You just looked at him from a distance, but near enough to see that he was alright. After that, you entered and slammed the door in his face.
Not a word was said to each other. He did not even call your name or send a text message. He stood in the pouring rain for a long, long time. You couldn't care less. That night you went to sleep fitfully, and when you woke up the next morning, your auntie neighbor told you that he had just departed a short while after your room's light went out.
You did not try to contact him again. This cold war was initiated by him, so let it be. It was now a week after his return, and you had to go to the hospital for a check-up before an important mission. When you saw the name of the physician assigned to you was Zayne, you requested for another.
Dr. Greyson found you in the waiting area. He asked about your refusal to let Zayne examine your health. Honestly, you could not find any reason to answer that wasn't too personal. So you just sat in silence.
âThe first thing Zayne did when he got back was to read your files. He wanted to make sure you were fine while he was gone.â
Dr. Greyson said. You lowered your head and looked down at your clasped hands, experiencing a range of conflicting feelings.
âI don't know what happened between you two, and maybe it's none of my business, but Zayne is a friend, and I need to butt in just this onceâŠâ
You looked up at Dr. Greyson.
âZayne went to the Arctic to seek assistance from his teacher. Things got worse as it became more and more difficult for him to control his Evol. I caught him injuring himself with his Evol. He made the decision to suffer alone until things got in control in order to protect others.â
You were shocked. Zayne had been suffering because of his Evol for the past month without you knowing, while you were blaming him for leaving you.
"Perhaps he refrained from telling you out of concern that you would worry and accompany him there."
The rest of the conversation drifted away. Then you stood up, tried to hold back your tears as you walked to Zayne's office. He sat behind the computer screen, looking up at you with mixed emotions in his eyes, although his face still remained calm.
You entered slowly, noted the scars on his hands. There were fresh cuts that were not yet healed. He must have been very hurt and lonely. What must you do to make him open up to you? What must you do so that you can share the burden with him?
âYou⊠What's wrong?â
As soon as Zayne spoke, you hid your tears by walking towards him in a haste and pulled him into your embrace.
âPlease don't go without a word... I won't be able to bear it if you disappear again..."
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Okay so i wanna see some more headcanons of the farmer ready to kick someone's ass so how about this:
Someone who is jealous of the farmer or like someone on like the enemy side, decided to kidnap their spouse to try and either ransom them or lure the farmer out, thinking it will be an easy win.
Then suddenly the next moment, the farmer already arrived before they could send a message to them (either the farmer got help from Mr.Qi or they track them down themselves), absolutely filled with rage and is now seconds away from beating the kidnapper.
How would the SDV/SVE bachelors and bachelorettes react to that?
I probably got the fastest rush of inspiration because holy cow, this is such a funny and cool scenario. Thank you so much, dear anon, for your ask! Enjoy! đ
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The bachelors/ettes reaction to their kidnapping for revenge/ransom, where their spouse Farmer, furious, comes to rescue them
SDV bachelors/ettes:
"You're demanding... 500 gold bars for me? I'm worth twice that, you know, even more! That's just insulting..." The kidnappers had already regretted their scheme before Farmer arrived to rescue Elliott, because the writer's outrage is already giving them a headache. Even with a gag in his mouth he's still talking! And just when they think the day can't get any worse, Farmer arrived quickly and kicked their asses. "Can you believe it, they only asked for 500 bars for me! I'm worth more than that, right dear?" Elliott was indignant to the core. Farmer grinned as they freed Elliott from the ropes, confirming that he was worth much more than that.
Sebastian did not think that in such a situation he would feel so... annoyed. Sure, being stolen by strangers had instilled fear at first, but when the leader of the gang started telling a self-pity story about how "I deserved everything, not Farmer, now I've stolen their lover and they're gonna pay!", Sebby thought the leader was some kind of cartoon villain. How absurd. Farmer who came in a couple of hours later also looks annoyed when the leader started telling their "villain arc". But before they can start, they get a fist in the face from Farmer, going straight to the realm of dreams. This was where Sebastian chuckled, at least something here was funny.
Shane's kidnapper was confident and said with a snide smile that either Farmer paid 500,000 gold for Shane or Farmer would "get their spouse in pieces". "800,000 gold and I'll ask Farmer not to kill you specifically." The kidnapper was a little taken aback by those words and the fact that the chicken man was completely calm. It was as if he didn't care. When the leader heard the noise and shouts of his minions, whose voices were quickly silenced, he turned to Shane in a panic and pleaded: " I only have 100,000 gold! Please, mercy!" "Alright, deal." Enough for the coop upgrade that Shane and his spouse have wanted for a long time.
"Heyyy, chill bro. Let's just talk, ok?" Unfortunately, Sam's smooth speech was met with only a rude "shut up, worthless musician!" in his direction. "I'm actually pretty good on guitar... So rude.." he muttered. When Farmer, angry as an ox, entered the room where their husband and the leader of the kidnapping "party" were, the kidnapper tried to soften the situation for themself. "They called me a worthless musician." The kidnapper turned around in horror at a smirking Sam. "And they also hit me." It wasn't true, but the kidnapper was already pale as ghost when Farmer turned red with rage after Sam's last words.
"Let me go now, or I'll kick your asses!" Though the ropes around Alex were tight, the athlete was unwilling to give up without a fight and continued to break free. "Shut up! You're going to pay for what your stupid Farmer-" "Don't you dare say that about my spouse!" The bravery was commendable, but the kidnapper was losing patience by now and wanted to send him into a knockout. But ended up knocking out themself as they didn't notice Farmer behind them. "What an asshole. I would have punched them!" Farmer reassured their really angry husband, as if it was Alex who was saving Farmer from bandits, not the other way around.
"Oh, Yoba..." Harvey would never have thought he would be kidnapped by anyone, but here he is - tied to a pole, surrounded by the six thugs. "Now we have to send a letter to that Farmer, and wait for the ransom, hehe. Easy money!" Harvey had been here for half an hour and was starting to get a little worried, but then he saw something in the distance that helped him gain confidence. "I hope, my friends, you stole my first aid kit too." "Need a sedative, doctor?" The leader didn't even have time to laugh at their own joke before they felt a chill run down their spine and turned around to see Farmer, sword in hand and an angry look in their eyes. "Not for me. For you."
Neither the gag nor the ropes helped - Abigail, irritated and angry, kicked, bit, punched and screamed as hard as she could, not giving her captors a moment's peace. Even with her sword taken away, the fighting girl put on quite a show, which made the bandits decide that the idea of ransoming Farmer wasn't such a great idea anymore. They were just thinking of letting Abby go free when Farmer came in, just as angry as their purple-haired wife. Abigail took back her sword and stood beside her spouse. The kidnappers made a note that they (if they survive) vow to themselves not to steal any more adventurers.
"So much negative energy around you... My friend, you can't live like that!" No matter how much the kidnapper tried to say that Emily wasn't their friend, but enemy's wife, the blue-haired girl insisted on helping her captor. Yes, she realises she's been kidnapped, but the lair she wasn't kept in was so dark and stuffy that of course this poor person is only thinking evil thoughts! Farmer who had made a huge hole in the wall with a furious punch had at least brought in some light. To the villain lying unconscious, Emily would leave a note with "get well soon!", diet tips and exercises for mind and body.
The criminals who had kidnapped Haley decided that if they were going to get any money for the already-not-so-easy job, they were going to spend half of it on hearing care. Because Haley was screaming so loudly that it looked like the kidnappers' eardrums had already burst. Plus the girl didn't spare her manicure and scratched the gangsters' hands, and someone's face. The leader was already tired, but Farmer literally breaking through the wall of their lair made it clear that it wasn't the worst yet. And Haley, freed from the ropes, ran to hug Farmer. Of course she wasn't afraid, for she knew her spouse would rescue her!
Penny sat as quietly as a mouse, afraid to anger the two thugs guarding her cage. She still can't understand how she was just walking from the farmhouse in Pelican Town to get groceries and a minute later she was kidnapped and ransomed from Farmer for 100,000 gold. Yoba, she's so scared, where is her spouse...? The answer to her question was not long in coming: Farmer kicked open the cell door, knocked out the guards, and took Penny in their arms as they both left the room. The girl was still scared and confused, which made Farmer want to kick the kidnappers' arse again. But their beloved wife came first, everything else - later.
To Leah's credit, before the gang of kidnappers could tie her hands, the artist managed to knock out two of them and throw a sculpture hammer at the head of the gang leader. Even being kidnapped, the girl did not lose her courage, giggling a little at the leader, who, already with a bump on their head, goes back and forth and promises that she and her spouse will pay for all the "humiliations they have suffered in the past". What those "humiliations" were Leah didn't have time to ask (and didn't really want to know) before Farmer broke into the room, knocked out the rest of the bandits and put another bump on the leader's head. All this to Leah's cheers. She wasn't scared at all.
Maru kept calm and thought of an escape plan. "Okay, no big deal. I memorised the path when they dragged me here. Now I need to break the ropes on my arms, sneak past the guards, turn left and-" Maru couldn't think of her plan any further as her spouse, furious at their wife's kidnapping, kicked the wall completely and started punching all the bandits left and right. "Oh, alright then." Considering she had only been kidnapped for less than half an hour, Maru didn't even have time to be frightened before she was already free, making her way around the kidnappers who were lying on the ground unconscious.
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To be completely honest, Lance wasn't even that angry at his captors so much as he was slightly ashamed that he, the second in command of The First Slash Clan, had allowed himself to be captured by the amateurs, even if they had used magic for this. He made a note to himself to resume certain training. The pink-haired man already wanted to burn his ropes with magical fire, but his beloved spouse Farmer, agitated and angry as a swarm of wasps, kicked all the bandits' asses with sword and magic. Lance broke his ropes and joined the fight as well, though at first, the adventurer wanted not to rush his release, but to watch Farmer in battle with admiration and love.
"Again?" No need for Magnus' kidnapper to be so surprised - he is already old wizard, so he's seen a lot of things in his life and has been kidnapped before. Once even by mages from Gotoro, but that's a story for later. And while the kidnapper was able to take the wizard by surprise and strip him of his magic, it wouldn't work that way with his dear spouse. To which the villain shouted "I'll take away the Farmer's magic too!" Maybe, but Farmer would just start beating them with their bare hands. Which is exactly what happened half an hour ago. The enraged Farmer didn't leave a wet spot on the poor fella, so Magnus even cast a healing spell.
"Scared, white collar? Will you call your mommy for help? Or your spouse? Ha!" In any other situation, Victor would really be shaking with fear and not understanding whether the kidnappers would really hurt him if Farmer didn't pay for his ransom. But his spouse was Farmer, a man who just yesterday had slaughtered a hundred serpents at Skull Cavern as if it were a routine outing. "I'm afraid you're the one who's going to need help." And immediately after those words, Farmer burst into the room, angry and covered in blood (not their own). The kidnappers were pale, and Victor hurriedly closed his eyes, because he'd never seen Farmer so angry before. Which meant the bandits would get hurt. A lot.
"This is outrageous! How dare you take me against my will and steal my jewellery! Dragging me here, in this damp and filthy place where rats run around! Disgusting!" If the kidnappers were expecting cries for help, tears and pleas for mercy from Olivia, they will be quickly disappointed. She's a combative woman, and even huge bullies can't intimidate the ex-Joja accountant. She's dealt with worse, believe her. Well, the thugs think they'll at least get their money's worth, Olivia's dressed rich. Yeah, right... they'll just get a hit from an angry Farmer who turned up as soon as they found out where the bastards had taken their wife.
"They will pay... For all my creatures of darkness that they destroyed in Badlands, for all their exploits that made me unable to take over the Valley. Farmer will pay. And you're going to help me do it! When they come for you, I'll- Hey, are you even listening to me?!" Please forgive Claire, but the poor girl was so tired (work + family) that she slept through both her kidnapping and the gang leader's speech. The cashier woke up already when she felt someone carrying her in the arms. Her spouse looked at Claire with a smile, saying that she should immediately take a vacation and rest. Lying on the ground criminals, unconscious? Um, that was... part of a dream, yes. Just a strange dream.
"I advise you to let go, because when the Farmer comes here, you'll be sorry." At Scarlett's attempts to reason with her captors, the gang only mocked the girl. "We're waiting for Farmer, dumbass, it's an ambush!" Scarlett just sighed tiredly and waited - she had no choice. The bandits had already set traps everywhere, but Farmer was not only good at fighting, but also smart, and made an ambush on the ambush. Then caught the kidnappers off guard and kicked everyone's ass. "Warned ya," Scarlett even felt a little sorry for the bandits - they wouldn't be walking normally for a while.
Not knowing what was happening, trembling at the predatory grins of the strangers, Sophia cried quietly, trying not to make too much noise so as not to anger her captors. The villains haven't had time to get the ransom yet, and already they're arguing over who gets more gold. Farmer broke through the wall, shocking everyone. The tears on their pink-haired wife's cheeks were enough for Farmer to see red, and all the kidnapper-losers were knocked out. Before Sophia could even realise what had happened, she was already, freed, clinging to he's spouse's neck as Farmer carried her in bridal style. "Just like a fairy tale.... đ"
#stardew valley#sdv#stardew valley expanded#sve#sdv shane#sdv elliott#sdv harvey#sdv sam#sdv alex#sdv sebastian#sve lance#sve magnus#sdv wizard#sve victor#sdv abigail#sdv haley#sdv emily#sdv leah#sdv maru#sdv penny#sve olivia#sve sophia#sve claire#sve scarlett#sdv headcanons#sve headcanons#thanks for the ask!#I like to think that pretty much everyone won't be afraid of kidnappers because Farmer chews up dangerous monsters for breakfast#and there are some loser kidnappers out there#âOh no I've been kidnapped! Call an ambulance... but not for me!â ahh scenario
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Can we please get some hcs of Sukuna and reader in the fairytale AU đ„čđ„č
Absolutely amazing writing I loved every single thing of it!đđ
Cottage Life
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âș Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, Fem!Reader Â
âș Word Count: 2.5k
âș Genre: Fluff, Mentions of Smut Â
âș Content: MDNI, Established Relationship, True Form!Sukuna, Princess!Reader, Swearing, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Smut
âș A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for the kind words and the request, Iâd love to do this. Iâm so glad that people enjoyed my Sukuna Fairy Tale AU so Iâm 100% going to explore the idea more. On another note, this is also my first ever requestđ„č Iâm giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of people enjoying my writing enough to want to request specific things for me to create so I just want to take the time to say if you have an idea for me to write anything specific please do not hesitate to ask! Thank you all very very much. :)
âș Synopsis: Small glimpses into your daily life with Sukuna in the deep woods. While not fully necessary to understand these little snippets, reading the beginning of your story with Sukuna would certainly enhance the experience. <3Â
êš Pre-Relationship: Secret Meetings êš
⌠When you first began meeting with him regularly he was pretty mean to you and ignored you most of the time when you tried to talk to him. Despite this, he always kept you by his side anyways and didnât deter you from meeting him.
⌠One time you straight up asked him why and he said it was because you brought food to him. While you accepted that answer, you knew inside that wasnât really the case because he would still keep you around even after you both ate.Â
⌠After warming up to you one of the things that you two bonded over was the nature in the forest. Sukuna would explain the wildlife to you since you were unfamiliar for a long time and he was to your surprise, a really good teacher.Â
⌠He was able to answer any questions you had and went over every detail that he knew about the woods and was able to keep things interesting.
⌠When you both spent that night under the stars he was serious when he tried flirting with you but quickly realized what he did so he tried to play it off as a joke (he couldnât be caught being too soft, after all).Â
⌠Since heâs so much stronger and bigger than you (and literally everyone lol) he makes sure to be extra cautious and gentle around you because despite what he seems like, he doesnât want to genuinely scare people, especially you.
⌠Speaking of, he has no idea why you arenât scared of him and doesnât understand why you act like the way he looks is no big deal. He doesnât complain though and never mentions it to you.Â
⌠One of the reasons youâre not scared of him is because he has saved your life more times than you could count, and why would you be scared of someone who continually keeps you alive, most of the time at his own expense?Â
⌠âNo, don't eat those berries, theyâre poisonousâŠwha-what do you mean you already had five?!â
⌠He had to do some poison control that day⊠and it wasnât very fun.Â
⌠Every time he saves your life he always tells you that heâll just leave you next time but you know thatâs not true at all.
⌠You would also always get injured for stupid reasons so heâd take care of your wounds like he did when you both first officially met (heâd laugh first though)
⌠One of the days you visited you realized you had a talent for making flower crowns so you would spend a lot of time with him doing it while you both talked and walked around the woods.
⌠You mostly gave yours to him as a giftÂ
⌠He would grumble and act like he hated it but he would keep them on anyway and he kept all of them. After a while it grew into a small collection that he secretly cherishes.Â
⌠Sukuna secretly (though, it wasnât a secret to you) loved these meetings, and your visits were the highlight of his day every time.
êš Early Relationship: Locked Away êš
⌠Sukuna was confused at first when you stopped visiting him after sleeping with him.Â
⌠He thought he did something wrong and you didnât have a good time, or that he hurt you in some way.Â
⌠He tried to put on the tough guy act at first and tried to convince himself that he didnât like you all that much anyways.Â
⌠Obviously, it wasnât true and heâs a big softy on the inside so he gave into his temptations to see you.Â
⌠When he saw the guards by your bedroom window, he realized what happened, and remembered that you always had to sneak out to see him.Â
⌠Once he realized what actually happened he chastised himself for being so pouty and feeling sorry for himself instead of going to see you sooner.Â
⌠To make up for this he goes to look at you every day as you stand by your window.
⌠Eventually, you noticed him and you both would spend the whole day just sitting with each other from afar.Â
⌠Sometimes he would see you cry when he visited and his heart would break because he couldnât wipe your tears away.Â
⌠He has resisted the urge to attempt to fight the guards by your window more than he can count.
⌠Only reason he didnât was his fear of making things worse for you if he did.
⌠On the day of your wedding, he noticed that you werenât by your window like usual.Â
⌠He learned his lesson about giving up on you too soon, so he decided instead of leaving you be, that he would go around the castle and look for you to see if you were okay.Â
⌠Too invested in finding you, he didnât realize that he stood a tad too close to some of the guards of your castle, leading to him getting caught by them.Â
⌠That turned out to be a happy accident however, as they led him directly to you and gave you both the chance to run away together.Â
⌠He was secretly proud of you stabbing someone so easily, but heâll never tell you that directly.
êš Long-Term Relationship: Cottage Life êš
⌠When you both first found the cottage in the woods, it was in very rough shape.Â
⌠It was dirty, barely had a roof, and there were broken windows everywhere. It was obvious that no one had lived there for some time.Â
⌠Well⊠one manâs trash is another oneâs treasure, and you both worked day and night to fix the cottage after first finding it.Â
⌠You werenât used to any physical discomfort at all, so it took a while for you to get used to these types of conditions. However, Sukuna always made sure to help you feel better.
⌠For example, one time it rained and you two got super wet inside your home due to the roof not being 100% secure.Â
⌠It was tough for you. Not only were the two of you wet, but the inside of the home you both spent tons of time fixing up was flooded now as well.Â
⌠Thankfully, Sukuna always found a way to turn unfortunate situations upside down.Â
⌠âCome on, letâs go play in the mud, you didnât eat enough dirt as a kidâ
⌠You both immediately felt better once you played in the rain together⊠especially when Sukuna would be ever the romantic and lift you up to kiss you as water droplets fell on both of you.
⌠After months of sweat and tears, the cottage was finally fixed and cleaned.Â
⌠It quickly became the love of your life, second only to Sukuna, and you both quickly settled into your humble abode. Â
⌠You would always wake up first which would give you a few moments where you could stare at Sukunaâs sleeping face
⌠This was your favorite thing to do every morning, because you loved his calm expression more than anything.
⌠Sometimes he catches you and as he opens his eyes he would sarcastically go âDonât stare. Itâs weirdâ and laugh at your blushing face.Â
⌠When this happens you would just lightly hit his chest and jokingly tell him to fuck off.Â
⌠You would always give him a nice long kiss first thing every morning though.
⌠Despite you no longer being a Princess, he always makes sure to pamper you like one anyways.
⌠For example, whenever you have a craving for something that canât be found in the wild he would make sure to get it at any costs.Â
⌠This includes traveling hours to the closest villages and sneaking in to take their stuff.Â
⌠You always get mad at him for doing this because it could put him in serious danger, but he laughs and tells you itâs fine and that in all his time living near humans he was only caught once and it was because of you.Â
⌠To this, you roll your eyes but you thank him anyways for caring so much about you that heâd work so hard to satisfy such a small craving.Â
⌠Whenever youâre busy doing something, he makes it a point to catch you off guard and hug you from behind with his four arms.Â
⌠Youâre never actually caught off guard and can sense him from miles away (he has very loud footsteps), but you pretend anyway to get him to keep doing it.Â
⌠Most days you both spend your time walking around and exploring the nature around you both. However, on particularly lazy days, you two spend most of the day just cuddling together.
⌠One thing that stays the same is that every night both of you look at the stars like the first night you two spent together.Â
⌠Unlike that first night though, Sukuna would always make it a point to go down on you while outside.Â
⌠Also unlike that first night, there was no pressure to rush home so you two would fall asleep outside under the stars.
⌠One time though, you woke up screaming when you found a giant bug crawling on you. Sukuna took the bug away but would always make fun of you for it whenever you both decided to sleep outside.Â
⌠Sukuna would tell you he loved you in the most random of times: Walking around, eating dinner, anywhere really. He would just look you in the eyes and quietly say âI love youâ.
⌠This is always paired with small kisses all over your face that make you giggle because of how ticklish they are.Â
⌠Sometimes when you two are cuddling in bed he would randomly lick your back with his stomach mouth to make you jump.Â
⌠âWhat the hell Ryomen!?âÂ
⌠âHehe, sorryâÂ
⌠You both discovered your hidden talents while living together, and Sukuna realized his talent happened to be dress making. He realized this after he made a little makeshift dress out of your wedding attire when he carelessly ripped it away.Â
⌠He was able to make you some pretty good dresses with the most random of cloth that he found around the woods. They werenât the most formal, but they were certainly the best dresses youâve ever had, being handmade by someone you loved.
⌠You once again tell him he doesnât have to do all this but he makes you stuff anyway.Â
⌠âWho said it was about you? This shit is fun as hell!â which made you laugh.
⌠He now has to pay extra mind to not completely rip your clothes off during bed because you two no longer had an infinite void of clothing choices.Â
⌠In fact, he actually swung a little too far in the opposite directionâŠ
⌠âWait. Take it off carefully, I worked hard on this one. I SAID BE CAREFUL IDIOTââ
⌠Despite this, accidents still happen and sometimes he would rip them off in the heat of the moment anyways.
⌠Living together, you had to learn to do a lot of things related to maintaining a home like cleaning since you werenât used to doing this stuff yourself.
⌠Sukuna told you that itâs fine and that heâd do it but you insisted that you should learn how to do things on your own now that youâre independent.Â
⌠Being the good teacher that he is, Sukuna would go on to teach you basic chores.Â
⌠He would still tease you sometimes while teaching you though. Such as one time when you accidentally burned yourself by the fire trying to make dinner and he laughed when you kept flailing your hand everywhere.Â
⌠He didnât bully you for too long though, he was still worried of course. So, he made sure to heal the burns and help kiss them better.Â
⌠Youâre still able to make those flower crowns like before, so you guys would make flower crowns for each other all the time, and this time Sukuna didnât hide how proud he was of them.Â
⌠Everytime he gave you yours heâd give you a small kiss on the forehead before placing the crown on your head.
⌠You would try to do the same and would go on your tippy toes trying to reach him, but heâs hella tall so it doesnât work.Â
⌠âJesus, you are 9 ft tallâÂ
⌠âIs that what they tell people? Thatâs not true at allâ He would smile, crossing his arms as you attempted to jump up to place the crown on him.Â
⌠âWell whatever you are I canât fucking reach youâ
⌠He eventually lifts you up by your hips and lets you place the crown on him and give him his little forehead kiss.Â
⌠Whenever you two are together, he always has his hands on you (he has four of course, and he needs to put them to good use). Whether itâs placing your hand on his, or having an arm around your waist, one hand always had to be on you.Â
⌠You both have every meal together, from breakfast to dinner. Theyâre mostly quiet and you both just take the time to bask in each otherâs presence.Â
⌠From this, you learned just how much Sukuna LOVES to eat.
⌠You noticed this already before of course, since your relationship started with you bringing him food, but you really notice it once you begin eating togetherÂ
⌠Sometimes when heâs eating his food too quickly you tell him to take it easy in order to not upset his stomachÂ
⌠In response, heâd point to his smiling stomach mouth and go âDoes he look upset to you?âÂ
⌠Youâd just laugh at this point lol and leave him be with one last comment about how he seriously shouldnât eat so fastÂ
⌠He listens for a bit and takes smaller bites, but he goes right back into it after a few minutes.
⌠You werenât great at cooking at first, but Sukuna didnât really care and ate your food anyways
⌠âDonât worry I eat anything, this is trash thoughâ heâd say with food in his mouth, only half joking.
⌠Once you got better at the skill, he always insisted for you to cook or for the two of you to cook together since it tasted better when you did it (when you knew what you were doing, of course).Â
⌠Speaking of together⊠At first, you two tried to take baths together at the nearby river.
⌠Emphasis on tried, because Sukuna always got too excited seeing your naked body and you two werenât able to get clean at all.Â
⌠Due to this, you decided it was best to bathe separately, to Sukunaâs dismay.Â
⌠Occasionally you still allowed him to join you, of course.Â
⌠Sukuna made love with you every time like it would be the last time.Â
⌠In the back of his head, he always remembers the time you were taken away from him right after you both spent a night together.
⌠With this in mind, he always makes sure to make each session one youâd never forget, and he always delivered on this promise, of course.Â
⌠He would always take care of you after of course, and always made sure you were okay.Â
⌠You were fine, but you passed out 99% of the time so he would wipe you down and make sure to cuddle you.Â
⌠Heâs always worried about you being in danger again, but whenever he sees you asleep next to him he canât help but think of anything but what he ever did to deserve youÂ
⌠Of course, from the moment you wake up to see his sleeping face, you canât help but think the same thing about him. Â
⌠Your life is a lot different now. Not only do you no longer have the title of Princess, but youâve traded in your castle for a tiny cottage, and a crown for dirt-covered feet. Yet, you wouldnât change it for the world⊠because for every painful burn and disgusting bug on you, is his smile, and that smile is worth more than any title.
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A/N: Enjoyed seeing Fairy Tale!Sukuna? Just a reminder that if you havenât read it yet, please feel free to read the story that these headcanons are based on!
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