#comments were filled with ‘i would try to pet this and die’

[tysonfurybattlepass]

cats of all types and sizes are god’s perfect killing machines and i can only hope and dream to achieve the raw athletic potential and destructive force that felids are capable of. all while looking like :3

[yourlittlebunnyy]

kitty cat azriel x f!reader

main masterlist - azriel masterlist

summary: meow meow meow

warnings: fluffiest fluff🥹

w/c: 1.6k

enjoy! 🐈

"i kinda want to adopt a kitty." you say out of nowhere. cassian, who was blatantly talking about some new illyrian techniques, immediately shuts up.

"woah, why? you know im allergic to those things." he says brushing off his shoulders some invisible hair, always with his theatrical behavior. you roll your eyes, faking annoyance. "dont talk like this!"

"like what?" he asks confused. your little shopping walk near to an end as you take the street that will lead you to your house.

"you're talking about kitties as they were things. like, bad things." you explain, pointing an accusatory finger at him. he shrugs his shoulders.

"look at you," he chuckles, some dimples appear on his cheeks, visible through his beard. "acting like my opinion would change yours."

you smirk, an idea popping into your mind like a blinding light that you cant ignore. "you know what? you're so right."

"told ya." he winks. "so, what now? are we going to buy a cat?" he stops walking, waiting for your answer. you dont even think twice.

minutes later, you're in front of a pet shelter. "stupid me. i would have thought id die in a battle as a warrior. turns out im gonna die because of some stupid beasts." you ignore him, deeply offended by his little comment. instead, you look at him with a glare. "what? im stating the truth!" he shrugs his shoulders once again.

the little place is cosy and filled with cute pets. as soon as you open the door, a little bell informs the owner of your presence. cassian decided to stay outside, fearing an imminent death. you find it incredibly ironic, the general of the Night Court forces, an Illyrian warrior, scared of some cute little pets.

it doesnt take you long. with the help of the sweet owner, who turns out to be a old lady, you immediately find what you were looking for. as soon as you saw her, a lovely little cat sleeping in her kennel, you knew you had to give her a home.

"found it?" cassian is on your side the moment you step out of the shelter. a smile brightens your features. "yeppy!" you exclaim, excited and incredibly proud of your choice. the little cat rests on your arms umbothered, occasionally purring when you give her some soft caresses under her neck. "isnt she just so adorable?" you squeal.

cassian looks at you, then at the animal between your arms, then at you again, a look of disgust on his face. "whatever." he says. you roll your eyes at him, this time not faking annoyance. "you're so boring." you protest. "i dont wanna see you for at least a week."

"goodbye to you too, y/n." he laughs, waving with his hand as you enter your home. "and good luck with Az."

telling your mate you adopted a cat will be a funny mission. you know he wouldnt actually be mad, but you like to play with him too much. and he, unfortunately, likes when you play with him too much.

"azzie, how mad would you be?" you're laying together on the bed, the morning sun enters the room, kissing with warmth your skin.

"depends, love. what have you done this time?" he murmurs against the skin of your neck, his face hidden in your collarbone.

"wait, why do you always assume i did something?" you complain, putting some space to look at your mate straight into his pretty hazel eyes, a dramatic look on your face.

he smirks, a relaxed yet sleepy expression painting his face into the most beautiful shade of happiness. you can only believe you reflect the same emotions on your skin. "hmm, well, then tell me what would make me mad."

he shifts, trying to reposition himself closer just like moments ago. "let's suppose i feel alone when you work." you start.

maybe the choice of words wasnt the best one, since the look on your mate's face when you said that was pure horror. "i dont mean that!"

"dont ever do that again, please, love." he whispers, pressing a kiss on your naked shoulder. you always loved moments like this, slow and full of love and softness. its a shame, really, that you have to admit this little thing to azriel. "okay, azzie." you say, placing a sweet peck on his lips.

"go ahead, then." he encourages you. you smile trying to hide the fact that you're nervous, but of course azriel can feel it. "love, are we still supposing?"

you look at him in the eyes, biting your lip. "no, i guess you were right. i did something."

"its okay." he reassures. a scarred hand gently caresses your face. "just tell me. wont be mad, i promise." his words are muffled by your own skin.

"i was feeling alone, as i said." he nods and the gesture gives you time to take a deep breath. "i know its always been you and i..."

you can literally feel his heart skip a bit, and you almost laugh. "y/n... you said-"

you force yourself to fake guilt. its true, you did something, not as horrendous as bringing a third to your lovely relationship, but this doesnt mean you cant play a little with your mate. "i know, im sorry."

this time its his turn to put some space between you two, the pure look of betrayal makes your heart clench. it doesnt last long, tho. his face quickly changes in something more raw, rage fills his eyes.

"azzie..." you try to explain.

"how can you lay on this bed?" his voice is deep, cold. you know what he's trying to do - shutting down all the emotions, playing the spymaster role. "how can you-"

"azriel." you try again. he shakes his head, moving until your bodies no longer touch. it leaves you cold, and guilt fills you head.

"i... i need a moment." he explain, even tho he doesnt owe you anything. your hearts clenches in your chest.

"let me explain." he looks at you while he gets up to find some clothes. you dont let your gaze wonder on his perfect sculpted body, instead, you hold the eye contact. "its not what you think."

"its not what i think? and what should i think?" his words are red with rage, filled with venom. "you were feeling alone, and-" at this point, you cant hold a little giggle. "oh, you're laughing, now?"

"my love, you completely misunderstood!" his forehead wrinkles with confusion. he opens his mouth, ready to speak and probably ask for a further explanation, but you dont let him.

you get up, uncaring of the state you are, naked and vulnerable, and quickly disappear behind the door of your room. you appear seconds later, a nightie covering your body and your hands hidden behind your back. "little friend." its all you say.

"y/n, you better-" you show him what you're hiding, and he stops in the middle of the sentence. you can see how quickly his expression changes, you can feel every emotion he's feeling.

the first look is surprise, then confusion, then an adorable smile adorns his pretty face, lightening his eyes with joy. "love, i thought-" a laugh interrupts him, contagious to the point you let out a little giggle too.

"surprise!" you smile, bringing the little animal to your chest, cuddling it with little caresses between its ears.

his eyes soften, watching the scene with adoration. he walks until he stands right in front of you. "a cat?" he asks, he raises his hand tentatively and let him cuddle the little pet too.

you look at him through your lashes, putting on the sweetest and most innocent expression ever. "i was feeling alone..." he rolls his eyes jokingly.

"i hate you." he teases. you tease him back, a smile adorning both your faces. "nuh-uh. i know you love me, azzie." he chuckles, placing a naive kiss on your lips.

you carefully pass the cat to him. "so you're not mad?" he shakes his head. you watch as he caresses the cat's fur with his fingertips, the touch so soft its barely there. you swear you fall in love with this man more and more every day.

"do you already have a name?" he asks, but his eyes are still concentrated on the little creature he is holding. its so small that one of his hands is enough to cover it all. "no. all i know is that its a she. but isnt she so cute?" you squeal, hugging the both of them, careful not to squeeze the kitty.

"shes purring!" azriel realizes, he looks at you like a little kid that just got the present he wanted for so long. gods, you really love this man.

"she already loves you, azzie. look, she is also sleeping."

"and?" he asks. you answer as its the most obvious thing in the whole Prythian. "means she trusts you!" you press a kiss on his cheek, then a little kiss on the top of her little head, feeling the vibrations of the purr on your lips.

you stay silent for a bit, just enjoying the little moment and the new member of your family. its azriel who breaks the silence first. "kitty."

"what?" you ask confused.

"we could name her kitty. 'cause she's a kitty, you know." you giggle.

you repeat the name, tasting the sound on your lips. "kitty cat." you say almost like a proud mother. "i like it."

hope you enjoyed♡

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ First chapter!! I straight up need lessons on how people flirt because I fought and I still think the flirting is VERY TERRIBLE so be warned. Enjoy!!

Word Count ➳ 2.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Talks of having children/marriage, pregnancy, alcohol use (Not drunk), TERRIBLE FLIRTING, public bathroom sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), pet names (darlin’) swearing, nearly getting caught, mentions of violence…

JUDAS MASTERLIST

THE CLOCK HAD STRUCK ELEVEN IN THE MORNING.

Your hands come under the hot water for a second before yanking them back in pain, a wince had left your lips and sighed. You turned the handle on the sink to the right, waiting a couple of seconds before you put your hand under the water again.

This time, the water became warm. You picked up the soapy and water logged sponge to continue cleaning the white plates that were covered in syrup from this morning, just two hours ago.

Shane was the first to come to your apartment, like usual. He helped you with setting up the table, cooking the sausages and eggs while you handled the pancakes and hashbrowns.

Rick, Lori, and Carl came next. Carl ran past you before you could even acknowledge it was them, he happily shouted for the pancakes and was a little disappointed. But as soon as he was picked up by Shane and put on his shoulders, his laughter filled your small apartment.

“The hashbrowns just need a couple more minutes.”

You remembered saying, letting them in and helping Lori as she was obviously pregnant. Around thirty four weeks.

“Just a couple more weeks.” She let out a groan as she was able to take off her shoes. “Then we’ll have this little sucker out of me.”

Lori and Rick agreed to keep the gender a secret, not even they know since they had already agreed on names as well.

Isabella for a girl and Liam for a boy.

You took her sweater and hung it on the coat rack. Rick had begun to pour juice into the glass cups, making sure Carl didn’t knock them over when he threw himself at the chair.

“Carefully buddy.”

“Pancakes!”

“Pancakes are comin’ in!” You hurriedly walked in with the hot pan in one hand and a stack of pancakes in the other, Shane was right behind you with the plates of scrambled eggs and cooked sausages.

That was just two hours ago.

Now, Carl was by your side, standing on a step stood with a damp rag in hand. He took each plate that you handed to him, wiping them down and carefully putting them in the dish rack.

Shane walked back to the table where Rick and Lori were still sitting, he watched as Lori tried to stifle her giggle, covering her mouth as her giggling became louder as Shane came into her view.

Shane, gathering the last few cups, asked with a grin. “What are you two scheming now?”

“Oh you know, the pregnancy, the hospital plan, and us-” Lori leaned in closer, whispering. “-Deciding when you’re going to ask (Y/n) out?”

He took a glance back at you, still focused on the dishes. “One day Lori. One day.”

“It’s been five years, I’m tired of your whinin’.” Rick retorted, leaning back in the chair and throwing an arm back.

“Where are the cups Shane?” You called out to him. “And what are y’all whisperin’ about?”

Shane went to tell Lori to hush but she spoke first, speaking over him. “That you guys make the perfect couple!” She slowly stood from her chair and made her way over to you. “A perfect marriage with kids running around, y’know?” Lori teased you.

You exchanged a quick looked with Carl who just looked back at you with curiosity. He couldn’t feel your discomfort.

“Well… I-I don’t know.” You hesitated, trying to avoid the question and find the right words.

“They do seem perfect for each other.” Rick commented.

“Can’t you imagine it?” Lori added. “A cozy home, kids playin’ in the yard with our kids. Sounds like a dream.”

You forced a smile when everyone turned to you, hiding your uncertainty. Sure, Shane was attractive, anyone would die to be with a man like him.

But settling down, marriage and having kids just didn’t sit right with you. You preferred excitement in your life, just like your high school life. Not knowing what was going to happen next, the unpredictability in your life made it even better.

Shane noticed your silence, he placed the cups in the sink and nudged you. “You alright?” He murmured to you, ignoring Rick and Lori’s conversation.

You took a couple of seconds before nodding. “Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’ about high school.”

“Feelin’ nostalgic?”

“I am.”

But Shane could sense the discomfort in your voice, something he didn’t want, you being uncomfortable around him.

“Don’t listen to ‘em. They’re jus’ jokin’.” He flashed a smile.

You poured soap on the sponge and gave it a squeeze, starting on the outside of the glass before going inside of the cup.

“Maybe Lori and Rick are right. You and me, might be somethin’ special.” He said, a playful tone clear in his voice.

You kept the same smile on as before. “You know how they are. Tryin’ to play matchmaker.”

“They could be onto somethin’. We’d make pretty good parents.”

“Look Shane, I’m not really sure about all that. Can’t we talk about it some other time?”

He adjusted his stance, now crossing his arms. “Alright, alright.”

“Did he really say that?” Andrea questioned you, wide eyed as she handed you a glass of wine that Amy poured you.

“I still can’t get it out of my head.”

“What did you say?”

You brought the wine to your lips, giving it a swirl before taking a sip of it. “I said if we can talk about it some other time.”

Amy clicked her tongue a couple of times. “Should’ve made it clear from the start.”

The three of you sat on your couch, a movie played in the background, something about an assassin in retirement but it was long forgotten when Amy noticed you couldn’t focus on the movie.

You bit your lip, setting your glass down next to you. “I know, I know. But it felt like I couldn’t.”

Andrea stood up abruptly, stopping Amy from replying. “You can’t be drinkin’ all night. We’re goin’ out.” She stated proudly, hands on her hips as a wide smile spread across her lips. “Get dressed (Y/n), we’re hittin’ Atlanta!”

You opened your mouth but Andrea put her hand in your face. “No arguments.” She marched into your room, with you and Amy following, Andrea was rummaging through your clothes. “Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you need this.”

Amy joined in with Andrea, looking through your drawers. “A night of fun and-” Pulling out a pair of matching bra and underwear. “Pleasure~”

Once you were all dressed up, Andrea drove you all to the club that Amy once went to, commenting on the amount of men who rode motorcycles.

And she was right, motorcycle upon motorcycle lined up in the front of the club. You all excited the car in laughter and nervousness.

“How’s my makeup?” Amy asked, looking at herself in the car’s mirror. “Shit, I think my eyeliner is uneven.”

Andrea pulled her by her arm, “Who cares? We’re here to have fun!”

You all entered the club with ease, you all were immediately crowded. After all it was a saturday night, drinks were flowing and music blasted loudly that you could barely hear yourself.

But you all remained together as you drank, except Andrea as she was the driver. But that didn’t stop her from having fun with you.

She practically forced you onto the dance floor after a couple of drinks as she thought it would help and it surely did.

Blinded by the flash on Amy’s phone, she recorded you all dancing and screaming your lungs out on the song that played.

You definitely needed to listen to the sisters more cause this was a night you needed, it wasn’t like morning brunch with the four of them.

You felt that familiar excitement in your veins, and your body dancing on its own… You didn’t consume many drinks, maybe because you wanted to remember this night, not by videos and photos, but by your own memory.

You laughed as Andrea helped you move to the calmer side of the club as she recognized your tiredness.

“Never knew you could pull those moves!” She shouted over the music, leaning close to you.

“Neither did I!” You threw your head back, snickering. “Can you order me some water?!”

“What?!”

“Water!”

“Okay!” She turned her back to you and faced the bartender.

You panted, trying to catch your breath. You felt your phone vibrating and pulled it out, seeing a call from Shane.

It was like the music went silent, everything around you froze as you stared at his name… You watched it ring, his name on big on the screen.

You looked up from your phone to call for Amy or Andrea but you spotted someone else.

A man with a black leather jacket. ‘JUDAS’ was printed on his back in white lettering with white dots circling the name and the skull and bones.

He sat alone, a drink in his gloved hand. Black sunglasses rested next to his arm and a black and white bandana was wrapped around his neck.

“Water!” Andrea’s booming voice knocked you out of your stare, taking the water, Andrea noticed you’re staring and immediately found who you were looking at.

“Think he’s in a band?” Amy laid her head on your shoulder.

“No way, looks too gloomy to be in a band.” Andrea retorted. “Nice clothes though.”

You dismissed both of them. “Leave him alone.”

“Alone? Girl, he looks like your type! Go for it!” Amy scoffed and pushed you.

You shoved your phone back into your purse and walked towards him, glass of water in hand. If the drinks gave you confidence to dance, surely it will help now.

You took the empty seat across from his and crossed your legs, one over the other. “Cool jacket.” You complimented. “Where’d you get it from?”

He eyed you for a moment before he looked away. “Ain’t yer business.”

That caught you off your guard… “Must be a tale worth tellin’ or you just like scarin’ people.”

“A very long and winded tale. And scarin’ folks… There’s more than one way to scare somebody than usin’ a jacket.”

“I ain’t easily scared. Makes it more fun.”

“What’s so fun ‘bout some jacket?”

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s the challenge of findin’ out who you are.”

He clicked his tongue, setting down his drink. “Ain’t gonna be easy darlin’.”

You leaned in closer. “Good thing I like challenges.”

(May I have some tips on flirting, please. I’m very desperate…)

“Fuck!”

You and Daryl didn’t waste time when he brought you to the bathroom of the club. He hiked up your dress and ripped your underwear off you, not without commenting on the choice first.

You threw your head back, your legs tightened around Daryl’s waist.

He had you pushed up against the wall, his face shoved into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses.

He desperately thrusted into you, breathing heavily. He fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

Both of his hands held your ass, leaving you to cling onto him.

You were left stuttering over your words. “Like that.” You said, over and over again. “Just like that! God, just like that!”

For a second, your breathing stopped and you froze, your eyes immediately shut as you came around his cock.

Yet you didn’t complain when he still continued fucking you. You felt a smile form as he fucked you past your orgasm.

“Ya gotta keep quiet.” Daryl panted in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your back. The music was still loud, even in the bathroom.

You tried but his cock kept slamming into your g-spot. You were unable to contain your gasps and moans.

“Shut up dammit.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry ain’t good enough.”

You shoved your face into his shoulder, feeling the leather of his jacket, smelling his cologne and cigarettes.

He didn’t stop nor slow down, thrusting into you like his life depended on it, using you as a stress relief.

You felt the same coil once again, feeling it throb, pooling in your abdomen.

“Imma-!”

“(Y/n)?!”

You were dragged out of your daze and pulled away from him, nearly falling in the process. “The hell?” Daryl luckily caught you.

But you hushed him, slipping your flimsy underwear back on.

It was Amy. “(Y/n)? Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here.” You heard her footsteps coming closer to the stall you were in.

“Stay here.” You mumbled to him, soothing your dress and coming out of the stall before she could reach it.

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought you were dead when Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here with the guy.” She looked over your shoulder. “Where is he?”

“Um, we talked and I… I got his number.” You lied, still trying to reel back.

“Really?! Oh my god! You gotta tell us!” She grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the bathroom. “We’re headin’ home!”

“What? Why?”

“Andrea, punched a guy.”

“Is she okay?!”

“Oh yeah!” Amy smiled and pointed to Andrea who was waiting by the exit. “Let’s go home!”

You closed the door behind you, Andrea dropped you off since she had to get Amy home quickly, she had a feeling she was going to vomit.

You kicked off your heels, sighing and your feet felt the relief of no longer wearing those heels.

You began to take off your earrings and walked to your bedroom when you heard knocking.

You carefully came to the door and slowly opened it, having a clear confused look on your face. Even more when Daryl stood there.

You looked around first before coming back to him. “...How did you find where I live?”

Daryl held up a bag, your bag. “Left it in the bathroom. Ran out ‘fore I could say anythin’.”

You took the bag, still wary. “Well, thanks. But how did you know where to go?”

Daryl shrugged, a relaxed expression on his face. “Saw yer ID. Figured it ain’t far.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker tendencies, Daryl?”

“Just lookin’ out for a damsel in distress.”

You giggled. “I’m sure losing my bag ain’t bein’ in distress, but points for effort.”

“I’ll be in town for a couple months, see ya ‘round?”

“You wanna come in for a bit? I gotta thank you for gettin’ my bag.”

“Ya gonna run off again?”

“Maybe.”

Daryl stepped closer. “Maybe?” He grinned again.

You grabbed his hand and led him into your apartment and shut the door before. You didn’t have a second to react before he was already on you.

This was definitely a night you did not fucking regret.

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[heartfeltcherie]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do a Alastor x paralysis demon fem! reader (basically reader is like Freddy Krueger and can haunts peoples dreams and kill them. If the person they kill in their dream dies, they also die in real life.) The reader can always be tired since when the reader themselves fall asleep they’re transferred to someone else’s dreams so they don’t get sleep. Like none. So it’s just some fluffy stuff with Alastor and very sleepy reader! Extra points if you include reader having a demonic sheep pet with them. (Like how when people sleep they count sheep 🌝)

— my first piece of alastor literature! i’m very nervous that this isn’t accurate but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

☾. °.   ࿐  ` , •

oatmilk flavoured coffee, the type of beverage that comforted you and filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort. a yawn escaped you as the bags under your eyes were becoming more prominent with every night that ended up sleepless.

it was yet another tiring night of drifting off to someone else’s dreams and adding pure nightmare fuel to the peace and quiet of an innocent victim, only to off them and add them to your kill count — you didn’t mind. it was entertaining to watch them try and escape and think that they’ve won, only for you to be the last thing they see before everything goes black.

but oh boy, was it exhausting.

you were sat on one of the sofas in the main entrance of the hazbin hotel, your legs resting to the side of you on the plush cushions as you rested against the arm rest, warm mug in hand, sipping peacefully.

you really wanted sleep. even a simple nap would do. but that was never going to happen, and you knew it.

“heavens, my dear, you look exhausted!” you look up from your outer-space-daze on the floor to see alastor. he’s got that usual smile on his face; you’re happy to see it. you give a meek grin in response. “you know me, always tired”

your feet are on the floor now as you give alastor a place to sit beside you. something about his presence beside you makes you feel warm; just like the coffee your drinking. that’s almost cold by now, but it’s fine.

“oh trust me, my dear, i’m well aware of how exhausted you’ve been as of late,” you take small glances at alastor as he cleans his monocle with his red coat sleeve, the way his oh-so fluffy hair flops with grace atop his head. perhaps it’s the exhaustion taking over your body as you begin to feel fuzzy on the inside.

yeah, definitely exhaustion.

“these hotel walls are missing your lively personality, sweetheart”

“…you’ve noticed?”

he doesn’t wanna admit it, bites his tongue as to not speak of such a thing. he wants to use the excuse of ‘his shadows see everything’ — which wasn’t half a lie in this particular scenario. but he has been noticing your tiresome self a lot more. he rolls his eyes “i’m the steadfast hotelier, i have to take notice in some things, don’t i? otherwise this establishment would be an absolute mess!”

“damn, too bad you didn’t take notice sooner, maybe i wouldn’t be an absolute mess right now” you take a sip of your drink, hiding your now blushing face behind your coffee mug.

oh, you really shouldn’t’ve said that.

“hmm, are you saying that you wanted me to take notice of you?” he takes up another space closer to you. of-fucking-course he’d do that. teasing bastard.

“i’m tired, al. i have no idea what i’m saying. what did i just say?”

you hear alastor chuckle as he stands up from his spot beside you, his presence now cold air beside you.

“perhaps try counting sheep tonight, darling. at least it would put that… pet you have to good use” you stop mid slurp, looking up behind your mug at the radio demon in front of you with scrunched eyebrows. cute.

“you leave lambie out of this”

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[juniperss]

Little Sister Curtis Headcanons

these were inspired by this request and co-created with my pal @a-libra-writes!!

Libra and I came up with the name “Sunshine” because 1) it’s adorable and 2) you can’t tell me that’s not a name that Mom and Papa Curtis wouldn’t have had written down on the baby name list. Her brothers usually call her by her first name, but Sunny also works just fine.

Only about a year gap between Sunny and Ponyboy which places her at around 13 if we’re going based off the book’s events (while ignoring certain plot elements that make me sad, thank you)

Sunny is a bit more like Darry after their parents die; she tries to keep the house clean and take over her mom’s responsibilities. Because if Darry is gonna earn the money, maybe she can help this way. Her brothers worry that she’s growing up too fast and try to get her to take it easy (pots meet kettle!!!). 

Darry tries to take her out to the movies when she gets stressed out even if he falls asleep 10 minutes in. She doesn’t really mind that he dozes off, she’s used to it. It's the thought that counts. 

Soda has her come to work with him sometimes and help out on the cars. “Learn something!” as if she doesn’t learn enough at school. Comes home dirtied and tired of Soda and Steve, complains a bit but she's smiling.

Tags along with Ponyboy to anywhere he wants. They usually go for walks and talk about school and the gang. 

If Johnny is the “pet brother” for the Gang, Sunny is the pet sister and has an interesting relationship with the rest of the boys.

Two Bit is viewed as a “decent” brother figure and he at least knows how to act around a younger sister. Probably the most likely out of the group (next to her actual brothers) to look after Sunny like his own kid sister. There’s no antics you can get up to that surprise him anymore than he’s already used to. 

Steve is a pest to her and gets in the way of spending time with Soda. They have a small rivalry but it’s less tense then Steve and Pony’s relationship for sure. Sunny doesn’t tag along nearly as much so it kinda evens things out. 

Dally and Sunny…..are what I’d describe as a Tom and Jerry dynamic but who's Tom and who's Jerry is always changing. Mutual chaos and the source of that chaos switches depending on the day. Dally is on Sunny’s shit list because he made a comment about her cooking once. Which, to be fair to Dallas, the potatoes in the soup WERE NOT cooked through so he was right, but she still holds a little grudge. It doesn’t matter if he was the only person to actually eat all of it. She scolds Dally for putting his feet on the coffee table, he calls her a brat, she aims the football for the back of his head, he pulls on her hair and purposefully calls her by the wrong name. Laughs like a fiend when she yells “Dallas Winston im gonna knock your head right off!". But she also knows that Dallas would be the first person to knock someone’s teeth out if she needed him to. 

Johnny is her pal and she enjoys his company the most of the Gang. He’s a good escape from the rowdy bunch and he doesn’t cause nearly as much damage in the house as the rest, he helps with the dishes and he laughs at her jokes. She likes him and he likes her and they’ve got each other’s backs.

The Brothers are worried about raising a sister. I mean they know fundamentally that she needs what they do and that for the last 13 years they’ve been doing a good job of looking out for her, but all 3 of them are concerned that they’re not enough for Sunshine. Not only did she lose her parents, she lost her Mom and she doesn’t have anyone who can fill that spot. Mrs. Matthews helps when she can and she’s a lifesaver to Darry when he has questions, but he can’t shake the feeling that Sunshine was robbed of better and stuck with them. 

Darry goes a bit easier on Sunshine than he does with Ponyboy. Part of that is because Sunshine and him are more alike than the other two siblings, so they understand each other better. The other part is that Darry thinks Sunshine is already taking on too much responsibility by trying to replace their mom. 

Darry taught her how to fight when she was like 9 and she’s gotten into good scraps with the Gang, but Darry and the rest are adamant that she stay out of fights because she’s too little. Sunshine is all too ready to toss out that she’s only a year younger than Ponyboy! To which the rest of the boys say, “He’s a kid, you’re a baby”. This in fact does not stop her from fighting when she needs to but she does try her best to stay out of trouble for Darry, especially after their parent’s deaths. 

She loved so much. Darry doesn’t say it nearly as much as he knows he should (and that applies to all his siblings) but he goes out of his way to make sure Sunshine has something special just for herself once in a while. Soda routinely suggests getting her a haircut when he notices her messing with it or hears her one off comment about not feeling pretty or looking nice. Ponyboy tries his best to help her out around the house or with her homework. She knows they love her and she loves them. 

[noctuababy]

sweet & silly

🌷 a kaeluc threadfic written for the "Kaeluckae Gotcha for Gaza"

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“Diluc… I think I might die if I don’t kiss her right now.”

Diluc sighed upon hearing those words. 

The ‘her’ in question: a kitten freshly rescued from the back alleys of Angel’s Share. 

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t share Kaeya’s sentiment, but it was the third cat Barbatos dropped on their lap, so he was a little… taken aback.

Damn you Venti.

The kitten had been meowing for help, alone and shivering, before they noticed her while closing the tavern – Diluc was doing the closing; Kaeya was too busy whining about wanting kisses to be helpful. 

She was small, probably weaned too early – though not by that much, since she was still agile enough to climb Diluc’s pants in search of warmth. His body tended to run hot, something that made him a choice place of rest for cats, puppies, and the Knights of Favonius’ Cavalry Captain. 

Seeing as the lost baby was adamant on staying with them, Diluc had assumed she needed shelter, but before taking her, they’d still combed the city to look for her mother or a litter she could belong to. The safest place a kitten could be was with their mother, after all.

The search being unsuccessful, they had taken her to Barbara to make sure she wasn’t hurt – and get rid of fleas and other pests if need be. They already had two cats – one being another rescued stray, and the other a kitten from the litter that had convinced Jean to neuter her cat – and he didn’t want them to get sick. 

And so, here was their new recruit: a grey cat with one blue eye, and one gold. 

“Well, go right ahead,” Diluc said, handing the kitten to Kaeya. “She seems to enjoy physical contact.”

Kaeya did not need to be told twice. He covered the kitten with kisses on her little head, which she answered with pleased meows and purrs. Luna and Nilah, their two other cats, were not as affectionate as this little one – unless they were using Diluc as a substitute bed – so it had to be a nice change of pace for Kaeya. 

A smile brushed Diluc’s lips. Though a new cat meant more to worry about – acclimation with her new environment, the reactions of their other cats, more training for his falcon so she didn’t confuse her for food, medical procedures, yet another gremlin who would either try to eat his vision or sleep on it – it was always a joyful moment to welcome a pet. He’d always loved animals, after all. And if the way she requested his arms was anything to go by, animals loved him too.

Kaeya feigned to be miffed, but he still gave her to Diluc. “Treacherous baby,” he commented with a grin as she nuzzled against Diluc’s neck. “Not that I blame her. It is quite a dreamy place to be.”

“Shush. You’re embarrassing me.”

With a chuckle, Kaeya kissed his cheek – lingering just enough to leave another, then another, before he let go. His scent – snowflowers and green tea – was so soothing, Diluc couldn’t help but lean into him, searching for the comfort of his embrace. The night had been long between impatient patrons, spilled drinks, and shouts that fused at the lamest recycled jokes. Charles’ wife had just given birth so Diluc had given him two months off, but it did mean he’d had to fill in more often – the new hire was still learning the ropes, and he didn’t like leaving her alone late at night either way.

Needless to say, he was exhausted. If the new addition to their family kept purring against him like that, he might fall asleep on the spot. Kaeya’s caresses on his back weren’t helping either.

“Hmm, she clearly loves you,” Kaeya mused. “I can relate.”

“You’re in a romantic mood.”

“I’m always romantic, unlike a certain someone. You just never catch on.”

“Should I remind you that I’m the one who proposed?”

Kaeya hummed, extending his arm to stare at his ring. “Do remind me. For example, by proposing again.”

Diluc gave him a long look. “Why don’t you get to work instead, for once?”

“Says the pillow princess.”

He gasped in outrage. “I’m not… Alright, fine, I am. But it doesn’t prove anything.”

Without further argument, Kaeya bit Diluc’s cheek, laughing like the rascal he was. While he did so, the cat pawed at his jaw, squeaking on and on. “Aww, you want hugs?” he asked in a baby voice, delicately prying her from Diluc’s arms. “There you go. Ugh, I want to eat her whole.”

In response, she rubbed her face against his chest, kneading it – and he winced as her little claws pricked his skin. “The things you do for love,” Diluc teased, because of course Kaeya wasn’t stopping her. “She might be hungry. Barbara gave us kitten formula, hold on.”

While Diluc prepared the milk, Kaeya kept the kitten busy by talking to her and agitating the ribbon of his shirt to amuse her. He told her everything she should know about Dawn Winery and the staff, about Mondstadt, about their friends. Mostly, he rambled about Diluc – who pretended he didn’t hear the obscenely sweet things Kaeya said behind his back. Something about how he was such a warm person to be around, brimming with light and kindness and whatnot. 

Diluc would be lying if he said he hated it. 

He returned a little while later with the milk and a wet towel to clean her up. To facilitate the feeding, Kaeya swaddled her in his arm, on her stomach, and held her head to keep her stable. She moved her paws as if wanting to knead something, but before she could grow frustrated, Diluc slid the bottle teat in her mouth, inverting the container so the milk could flow down. 

She gobbled it up. Eyes closed, paws still searching to latch onto something, she emptied the bottle so fast they had to pause midway to make sure she wouldn’t throw up. 

Once she was done, Diluc placed her against his shoulder, gently rubbing her back until she burped. “There, you can take her back. We should name her, since it’s unlikely we’ll find her mother.” Inwardly, he hoped she was safe, wherever she was. “I’ll look again tomorrow – and if we find her… Well, what’s one more cat after all that anyway? Or three.”

Kaeya chortled. “You’d be willing to adopt the litter and their mom just to keep this one? Must be love at first meow.”

Diluc gently stroked the kitten’s head, a smile tugging at his lips as she squeaked. He was about to melt. “Might as well be.” He nodded at her. “So, do you have any suggestions for a name?” Immediately, Kaeya beamed at him. “Not Nyaluc.”

At that, he deflated. “Just say you hate me.”

Diluc rolled his eyes. “Please, you’d be cursing her if you named her after me.”

“Cursing her with what? Unbridled strength? Beauty?” As Diluc blushed, he continued: “The inability to stay in the sun without burning?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so a lack of sense of humor it is.”

“Will you quit being childish and give her a proper name?” Diluc chastised. “Also, my sense of humor is just fine.”

Kaeya made a face that said otherwise, but he didn’t insist – surely sensing that he had won anyway. Then, his lips curled the way they did when he was about to tease Diluc. “How about Lucy, then? It’s neither of those. Fits all your criteria, doesn’t it?”

“A name that is totally not similar to mine.”

“It’s that or Nyaluc.”

“When did these become our only two options?” 

“Do you have a better suggestion?” Kaeya challenged.

Curling up into the couch, Diluc glanced at the little bundle of energy playing in Kaeya’s arms. She seemed keen on exploring – tried to climb his arms and shoulders while Kaeya’s hands followed her movements, always ready to catch her if she fell. 

Then, Diluc opened his mouth.

“Not Elysium,” Kaeya interjected. “Not Umbrae. And definitely not Echo.”

“What? How did you–”

“You tried to name our last two cats Elysium. I already said no back then.”

“But why!” Diluc whined, and he didn’t realize he was pouting until Kaeya leaned in to kiss his puckered lips. He tasted sweet. He always did. “Those are perfectly respectable names.”

“That’s exactly the issue,” Kaeya returned, shaking his head. “Cats are supposed to be named silly things like Socks or Cupcake – something that makes people laugh but in an endearing way.”

Diluc scoffed. “You want her name to be a joke.”

“Not a joke – just something cute and funny, like your face right now.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It would if you opened your mind to my genius ideas.”

“Like naming our cat Nyaluc?”

“Exactly!”

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’m serious.”

“That’s exactly why you’re messing with me.”

Kaeya grinned. "Look," he beckoned, lifting the cat so her face lined up with his. "She has my eyes, so I get dibs on naming her."

“As long as you don’t name her Tax Evasion or whatever flavor of humor you’ve subscribed to this month,” he mumbled. “Please don’t tell me you’re considering it.”

Kaeya chortled. “I’m not! I’m deadset on Nyaluc or Lucy. Who names their princess Tax Evasion? Come on. Besides, you named the last two. Can’t I name this one after the person I love the most?”

As if in agreement, the kitten meowed, purring for all to hear while Kaeya scratched her back. 

Diluc couldn’t help a smile. “You love me too much.”

“You deserve it. I only wish I knew how to express it,” Kaeya replied. Then, he grinned. “Like, for example, by naming our cat Lucy.”

This time, Diluc laughed, his entire being alight with affection. 

He had to admit it wasn’t too bad to be loved this fervently.

“Alright. Lucy it is.”

[tricks-tickles]

Wild Lines

got inspired by dannys comment on some art i did so uh here

(tiny disclaimer: also there are some slighty suggestive implications here BUT i didn’t mean for them to be sexual at all! i imagine the boys are 13/14 here so its just teenagers being teenagers but if that makes u uncomfortable pls feel free to skip)

word count: 1264

pairing: Ler!Craig/Lee!Tweek

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“-and I just- ERK- feel bad for him? Like if I had to g-guard the stick and I LOST it? I would- GEUHH- probably die!” 

Tweek and Craig stood in the latter’s bedroom. It was a pale morning, the sun was weakly streaming through Craig’s space-patterned curtains as he stifled a yawn, adjusting his cape. Tweek had slept at his the night before, and they were now getting ready to join the rest of their friends in playing the Stick of Truth. Tweek twitched, worrying over the day before where Clyde had let the stick be taken by the Elves, and was thus banished by the Wizard Cartman from time and space. His lack of a morning coffee was only exacerbating these nerves.

“Yeah, but there's nothing you can do, honey,” Craig responded, neither noticing the nickname as he half-heartedly searched for his hat. 

“Still feel bad,” Tweek muttered. “ARG!! I can’t do this stu-stupid paint!” 

Tweek had been attempting to draw the Barbarian markings on his arms for almost 10 minutes now, but each time his hands had shaken so violently he’d ended up with wildly spiky lines and a dozen ruined attempts. 

“How did I do this yesterday...” He said, gripping his hair in frustration. Craig found his hat next to Tweek, securing it to his head, and hummed in response.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” He said, not registering his own words until Tweek’s eyes snapped up to his, paintbrush still hovering over his arm. 

“Would you?!” Tweek replied, rocking forward to peer at Craig, who felt his face heat up a little at how close they were. He wasn’t sure where they stood, relationship-wise. They were ‘pretending’ to be together for the good of South Park, but lately, they’d been getting a little closer behind closed doors. Craig had given up limiting his pet names to the public only, and they’d just became like nicknames to the boys. Still, Craig would feel butterflies erupt in his stomach whenever Tweek got a little too close to be strictly platonic.

“Uh,” He said, trying to act like he hadn’t lost his train of thought, “Sure?” 

Tweek handed Craig the paintbrush and held out his arm. Gently holding his wrist (and ignoring how his insides squirmed at the touch), Craig swirled the brush around the pot of dark paint on the dresser and slid it over the jagged edges of Tweek’s attempt, smoothing them out. 

It was almost therapeutic. After he got over the initial wave of embarrassment at their proximity, drawing the markings became incredibly relaxing. That was until he reached Tweek’s torso. He started on his ribs, remembering how the stripe had cut across them yesterday, and drew a smooth line up. Or he would have, had Tweek not gasped and stumbled backward, cutting him off.

“Tweek?” He said, concerned.

“GAH- I-I’m okay! You just- EURGH- startled me! That’s all.” He squeaked suspiciously.

“Sure…” Craig muttered, placing the brush back on his chest and noting the full-body shiver that ran through him.

He tried to paint the line, but Tweek’s twitching made him grind his teeth in frustration as he started messing up the lines too. Tweek had been fine when it was his arm, why was he so nervous about his chest? 

Maybe it’s me, Craig thought. Maybe I’m making him uncomfortable, and he doesn’t know how to tell me? He sighed and started filling in the wider section at Tweek’s side, hoping that he wasn’t making him feel too awkward when Tweek suddenly gripped Craig’s cape tightly and made a strained noise. He looked up and panicked when he saw that Tweek’s face was bright red and screwed up. 

“...Tweek?” He said, again. 

“I’m fine!” Tweek shouted, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Just keep g-gOING!”

If I’m making you that uncomfortable-, he thought before shaking his head and resolving to finish quicker. He started again with the short light strokes on Tweek’s side, then unbeknownst to him, the dam broke.

“Craig!” Tweek squealed, “It- ACK- tihihicklehes!” He shook his head as the giggles finally spilled out of him.

Craig stopped dead. Tickles? This whole time I’ve been thinking I’m making him uncomfortable and that he hates how close I am and he was too stressed to say anything- and I was just tickling him? He balked at Tweek, who covered his face in embarrassment. 

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” He deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Tweek said, still covering his face. 

Craig hummed, then eyed the vulnerable position Tweek was putting himself in. He wasn’t exactly mad at Tweek, but the idea of revenge did sound nice. He set the paintbrush down on the dresser, then lifted his hands, hovering them above Tweek’s sides before diving in. 

Tweek jumped, squirming from the surprise attack.

“Crahaihihihg!” He giggled. 

“Yes, babe?” He said innocently, pinching along Tweek’s sides.

Tweek squeaked, curling in on himself while his hands gripped Craig’s cape and tugged on it.

"Nohoho!"

Craig shifted, moving his hands to wiggle softly over Tweek’s stomach. He stumbled backwards, still holding Craig’s cape and bringing him down with him as Tweek fell onto Craig’s bed.

He paused for a second, letting Tweek catch his breath as he considered their position. Tweek lay on his back, his legs sprawled around Craig, who was kneeling in between his thighs. He felt his face heat up and distracted himself by grabbing Tweek’s hips, which were exposed due to his costume's lack of a shirt. He squeezed, wiggling his thumbs into the divots of the bones.

Tweek squealed, tipping his head back in laughter.

“CRAHAHAIHIHIG!” He cried, gently hitting Craig’s shoulders as he kicked his legs uselessly.

“What?” He teased, “Can the Barbarian not handle the tickles?” 

Tweek’s face flushed red, one hand shooting up to cover his face, smearing the already smudged paint. 

“IHIHI’LL- URGH- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHUHUHU!” He laughed, grabbing Craig’s forearms. 

Tweek was stronger than Craig, objectively, but he made no move to stop his hands from reaching up to skitter along his sides and gently scratching at the base of his ribs. 

Tweek started to hiccup in his laughter, squeezing Craig’s arms. He leaned forwards, glancing up at Tweek’s face for a moment. His eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks a rosy red, and his face split wide in a toothy smile that made Craig’s heart skip a beat. Cute… he thought, then shook his head and pressed his lips to Tweek’s stomach, blowing a raspberry.

That was the wrong move as Tweek suddenly regained his strength and launched forwards, knocking the two of them off the bed and onto the (thankfully carpeted) floor. 

Shit.

Craig’s heart pounded, Tweek loomed over him, his fingers twitching as he searched for where to start his revenge. But their position… Tweek straddling Craig’s waist, crouching over him, his warm hands crawling under Craig’s shirt… His face burned, and in a moment of panic he cried,

“Wait!”

Tweek paused, and in his eyes, Craig truly saw the Barbarian Tweek was playing, that wild stare- and his insides turned to mush.

“If- if you tick- uh, get revenge on me I won’t do your paint.” He said in a rush.

Tweek hummed and twitched a little. After a moment’s deliberation, he sat back, letting Craig up.

“Fine.” He said.

Craig sighed in relief and picked up the paintbrush, ready to correct what had been smudged in their antics when Tweek added, “I’ll just- ACK- get you back when you l-least expect, babe.”

Shit. It was going to be a long day.

[positivelybeastly]

💖Mr Sinister ;)

This is being filled out for this stinker.

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No (So, Dark Beast is canonically afraid of Sinister in a way that he isn't afraid of anyone else, but Sinister consistently pulls him out of the fire - he literally saves him from the brink of death, TWICE. I feel as though Essex drops it on Henry and he just stares like he's waiting for the scalpel to come out.)

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No (Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.)

Cheat on them? Yes | No (And he will flaunt it, too. I think he'd enjoy making Nathaniel annoyed.)

Be the jealous type? Yes | No (Let's be real here, there's always another clone.)

Plan the dates? Yes | No (If by dates, you mean shared dissections and villainous plans!)

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No (Essex reads as less interested in sex than Henry does, honestly, despite also reading as fruitier than an orchard, so Henry goes in for it first.)

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No (Yeah, no, this is not that kind of relationship.)

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

(They are the worst together. Also hilariously awful together. Everyone should be extremely worried.)

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

(Not in front of the experiments.)

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other

(This is a dance they're doomed to repeat over and over and over again, I feel.)

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

If it were anyone else, Henry would be tempted to pull out the 'daddy' just to mess with Essex, but his quasi-parental relationship with his world's Sinister means it would freak him out more than anything else. There's something very Oedipal about this.

They both lovingly call each other their bitch, their bastard, their evil little science spoon. I feel like they're fucking weird and no-one wants to be around them when they're not trying to kill each other.

[oh-s-a-m-u]

rant about its just a burning memory

i just listened to its just a burning memory and i wondered how it came to be because it sounds so.. depressing? i couldnt even explain it. the feeling it brought to me was unexplainable, yet melancholic enough for me to want to find out more. It was scary, yet sad, but at the same time i just couldnt pin-point the feeling. Then, i found the album. i cant remember the exact name, all i know is that its something along the lines of "everything at the end of time" or "its jsut a burning memory", i cant remember. And that was what was so horrifying about it. i started listening to it, and as i did i read through the comments on this 6 hour long video, of so many different songs. So many comments said they listened to it all and it changed their view on life, or how 15 minutes in thye were crying. I thought they were just being dramatic, so while i listened in my dark little room, i read through the comments of this horrifying album. Most of the comments talked about their family members sufering from dementia, the way it just kept getting worse and its just so *sad* to read. I read, my eyes filling with horror at the stories i heard. And yet, now i cant even remember them. Which would be normal, of course, until you remember the album is about *dementia.* it makes me anxious, thinking how could i, a young fella, forget about something that made me cry so easily, filing it away somewhere in my mind where i couldnt reach.

The song was split into a lot of chapters, A1 being its jsut a burning memory, the next one being A2, then A3, A4, A5, A6, and then B1. All the songs were about 3-5 minutes long, and they were all named after dementia/alzheimers. A1 is the start of dementia, where you just have this bad feeling, gnawing at you, but its probably nothing, Just a burning memory. A2, mostly the same, but the feeling has faded a bit, so its calmer. But you still dont know whats happening. After a bit, i have personally listened until B6, so i dont know if its true, but at the later stages, close to the end, the music is so horrific but its just too *real.* I had listened to B6, and had started crying while reading, just the idea of dementia giving me goosebumps, making me shiver. It probably didnt help that i was alone, in my house, lights turned off completely, phone at 14%, slowly going down until it inevitably would turn off. I didnt have a charger available, (i did but in the dark and sobbing hysterically i couldnt see it-) so it just reminded me even more of dementia, of how the people who are close to the patient have to see the way their body remains fine, but their mind is decaying. Watching, listening, interacting, knowing that theyre gonna forget them inevitably. Are going to die. A slow, painful death, not even aware of it because they *wont even remember their name.*

My eyes are tearing up as i write this, but its just so agonizing i cant help it. The way music could give such drastic changes to peoples's *lives* had gotten me laughing, giggling, thinking thats impossible, until i listened to the album. Even after i turned off my phone, turned off the comments, sat there and tried to stop thinking about it, i couldnt. Because suddenly, all the little things i couldnt always remember were screaming at my mind, making me try to remember. 'What was my friends' dogs name?' 'I don't know.' 'I can't remember.' '*I CAN'T REMEMBER.*' 'Okay- okay, what about ah- shit, i dont know- the grandmothers name?' 'my mums name?!' 'her maiden name?' 'ANYTHING?!' I just tried so hard, but i still couldnt remember and it drove me insane. The fact that people with dementia had to suffer through this, but worse and unable to remember their way home, their closest friends name, their parents, children, *family, pets, work, even their life-* it just makes me sick.

And all this, after i listened to 15 minutes of a 6 hour album.

God save those who's friends, family, anyone they know is suffering from dementia. It's so horrific to think about, yet people live their everyday lives, complaining about an exam they didnt study for, being late to work, such small things.. when they could be forgetting their entire lives, their friends and family, pets and children- I sound like a broken record, repeating similar things so much, but its true, its real, and its horrifying.

Bless you.

[thenexusofsouls]

When Strange said she had a good heart, Mantis looked nothing short of unconvinced. She wanted to shake her head and correct him and say that no, she didn’t. She didn’t. People with good hearts didn’t just hide and cover their ears as their siblings were slaughtered by their father, did they? She wasn’t as good as others thought she was. But… she wanted to do good. She watched him for a moment before looking away, wrapping her arms around herself. She was too polite to ignore the comment. “It seems so… It… it is an opinion you’re allowed to have.”

As Brumbin appeared to prepare to sneeze, Mantis ran to hide behind Strange. She knew the creature would cover his face like she asked him to, but she didn’t want to be near when he momentarily lost control of his rather large body. She giggled after he was done, clapping her hands. “You got it, Brumbin!” She then blinked when Strange asked how Brumbin could understand her. “I… I don’t know.” Mantis frowned. She didn’t know. All beings across the galaxy had been affected by her powers, regardless of the language they spoke. “Now that you mention it, everyone seems to understand me… somehow.”

Maybe it was the way her father had been a god; a nearly omnipotent being. Of course Ego spoke all languages, but he never bothered to teach her. He had seen and done so many things, but he never shared his knowledge with Mantis. Why would he? In his eyes, she had been more like a pet rather than a daughter… which wasn’t entirely a bad thing considering what he did to his offspring. Mantis was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts as the cloak returned to Strange, and she moved away from behind him to let it settle on his shoulders. Watching it float around always made her smile.

When Strange said ‘universal crossover’ however, her eyes widened. What? Anxiety grabbed her by the chest and filled her with horror at the mere thought of Ego being alive in other universes. She did not inherit the Celestial genes Ego needed to complete the Expansion… but Quill did. They were supposed to believe he lost his powers after Ego’s death, but telling the truth wasn’t in Ego’s nature. He had killed all of Mantis’ siblings before she could get attached to any of them, but not Quill. Quill lived, and Mantis was able to get to know him. Quill, who asked Drax to carry Mantis to safety when she was unconscious, even after knowing that she had lied to the Guardians. Quill, who decided to stay behind and hold Ego back, knowing he would die as well if he did so. Quill, who liked music and dancing and had doomed half of the universe because he loved Gamora, because he loved deeply and couldn’t take yet another loss. And if some version of Ego reached this universe, he would want to take Quill.

Mantis clung to Brumbin’s arm, nearly losing her balance at the thought. No… not my brother. Not him. Her eyes welled up with tears that she fought back. Strange seemed as unnerved about the possible consequences as she was. With a good amount of effort, she pushed her fears aside. “Stephen…” If she wasn’t mistaken, that was the first time she called him by his name. From what Quill said at some point, it sounded like a great name for horror authors. Mantis offered a smile; a tense smile, however. “Everything is going to be okay. And if it’s not, then we will try to make it okay.”

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Mantis reaction to his compliment was... unexpected. She looked almost pained, maybe a little pissed off, he couldn’t tell. Had he inadvertently said something offensive? Maybe it was a cultural difference between them, because he really didn’t understand why she’d react so to being told she had a good heart. And then when she said he was allowed to have that opinion... that hit home for him. How many times had he said... well maybe not that exact phrase, but something essentially the same in meaning? You can think what you want. Or... Whatever makes you happy. It all meat the same thing: Go ahead and think that, but I don’t agree. Stephen didn’t comment further on it, or even call out the fact that her reaction had been less than appreciative. He may not have understood why that comment in particular had bothered her, but he did understand very well the feeling of not wanting to take a compliment.

Was it possible that Mantis was a whole lot deeper than he ever considered? Of course it was. He was an arrogant asshole sometimes, and believing even for one second that others weren’t as deep as he was had been a prime example of that.

He smirked a little as Mantis took cover behind him. “I guess we’re pretty close now, if our friendship has progressed to the degree that you trust me enough to shield you from the imminent spray of an interdimensional traveler’s snot,” he said to her as calmly as if he was discussing the local traffic report. Once Brumbin had completed him explosive bodily function, Stephen nodded once. “Happy to help.” Neurosurgeon... Masters of the Mystic Arts... Sorcerer Supreme... Keeper of the Time Stone... and now... the most prestigious title of all... Human Tissue.

“Maybe you have abilities with regard to universal language translation. You speak one language, and those listening to you automatically translate in their heads. If you combine a form of auditory magic with mental manipulation, it can be done, but... usually... not... without realizing it. Then again, what you do, if it is actually magic, is not the kind I’m familiar with, so.” He shrugged. “If you ever want to study here to try to expand or learn more about your abilities, the invitation is always there, by the way.” Mantis was always welcome. She knew that. Right?

But then she seemed to be faltering again, and Stephen silently cursed his inability to speak to people without putting them off in some way. His parents were always frustrated, Christine was always angry... and also frustrated, Tony was always irritated, Peter was always confused, and Mantis... He was quickly getting a track record of generally upsetting her every time he opened his mouth. “Are you alright? I’m... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Well then don’t flap your lip at people who aren’t equipped to emotionally deal with the gravity of your situation! Not everyone can cope with multiversal disrupting, time-unraveling, universal crossovers! Keep it to yourself! “It will be okay, yes. It has to be. There is absolutely no room for failure. That... could not have helped very much. “But I will handle it. I- We... here... will handle it. Okay? We’re working around the clock to make sure everything goes smoothly. Don’t fret.”

Which brings him back to their current situation. “Speaking of which. Brumbin, my man, we need to get you home... somehow...” He walked some distance away, gesturing as a sparking, swirling, glowing ring appeared and a portal was created. With that done, he reached into the portal and drew out a book. He was much too lazy to walk upstairs to the library. “Okay...” he sighed, letting the book float in the air before him as he gestured fluidly for the pages to turn.

Brumbin was fascinated by all of this. He excitedly pointed to the portal and started walking toward it.

While never taking his eyes from the book, Stephen merely moved one of his hands, his fist turning and closing. The portal diminished and disappeared just before Brumbin reached it. “Sorry, that’s not for you,” he said as the portal closed.

Brumbin made a disappointed noise and sat down heavily onto his ample, furry backside.

“If I can just determine where he comes from... or what he is... we can I focus on getting him back where he belongs. The sooner we do that, the less chance of...” He glanced up at Brumbin and Mantis. “...unfortunate consequences.”

[mrspellcaster]

THE BEE AND HER HONEY

- Steve Harrington x Nancy’s childhood best-friend F!Reader

summary: reader is nancy’s childhood bestfriend that is returning to hawkins after a few years. hawkins is slightly more handsome than she remembers word count: 3.3k

warnings : alcohol (safe drinking), pet name honey, fluff af, me!! pushing!! my!! ronance!! agenda!!!, (basically a Nancy x Robin subplot) Steve being introspective/reflecting, did i say cute cute fluff, happpy ending, betting

a/n: last part of this series!! i’ve really enjoyed writing it and and seeing all your comments and tags it’s the best feeling so thank you and thank you so much for reading i hope you enjoy!

1/3 2/3 3/3!!

The third time Steve Harrington saw you he made plans to see you a fourth time. At his house, where he lives.

He was not sure what came over him, what part of you offset his boyish charm, his ability to think, to speak, to breathe.

You made him nervous.

You made him want to be around you all the time. You made him want to make dumb jokes every second just so you would smile at him.

And he’d dated girls, he knew the ropes, tied them himself. Knew what lines made girls blush or prompted praise or were too clever not to get him a date.

But you scared him, just a little bit. After he got his heart broken by Nancy, he thought he’d learned how to protect himself, so he’d never feel hurt like that again. Steve didn’t know if he could handle that.

Even so, there was a bigger part of Steve that was made brave by you. The part that would do anything to make you laugh or added you to the list of people he would die trying to protect.

There was something he couldn’t name, an affection, something in his chest saying,”this could be right, i think this could be right for me.” and it filled him with something warm and bright and overflowing; which also incited him to rent the tape for Weird Science in preparation of your movie night.

—————-

You haven’t stopped pacing for the past 20 minutes. Not since Steve invited you to watch a movie he likes at his house, where he lives.

Somehow, you ended up in Nancy’s bedroom. The entirety of the past hour was a jumbled blur and you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up there at all; had you driven? No, no you’d taken Mikes bike back, of course, the bike you hadn’t exactly asked to take.

There was one something or rather someone that remained clear in your head. You remembered Steve, him warm and dangerously beautiful, you couldn’t recall anything you said to him but you were sure it was something embarrassing, that was the only way you could to justify the butterflies that lingered in your belly.

Maybe it was a bad idea to go, maybe he’d see you and think no, whatever light I saw inside her is fleeting, she left and returned and she will leave again.

Or maybe he was in fact too good to be true. He was painfully gorgeous, possibly an undead creature of some sort, a vampire or siren? Maybe you were falling straight into his unhinged jaw, straight into his coffin, his awaiting green arms.

You’d told all this to Nancy of course; the soundly blue bird on your shoulder, your rock, your gravity, anchor, etcetera.

However, right now she was nothing short of ill-disposed.

“I don’t understand why your freaking out Bee, he asked you to come see him at work and you did. Now he’s asking you to come over and watch a movie so your going to do that, what’s the big deal?”

“No, I just- Steve, he-,” You throw your arms around wildly like your trying to catch the words you need out of the air, “He’s like a mirage, it’s like, I get to Hawkins, and I’m in the desert right, and I’ve been walking forever and it’s super hot, And I look and I see an oasis, and it’s amazing and there’s water and plants and it’s great. and I try to drink the water, but i’m really just eating handfuls of sand Nance, don’t you see, sand. And then I die of dehydration from the salt concentration IN the sand and- god what am I gonna do.”

Nancy is still sitting on her bed watching you like your something funny, she wonders when you started talking with your hands.

“So- you’re saying Steve is the salt?” She says slowly.

“No! No- i’m saying he’s the illusion Nance, he’s like the pretty oasis that’s really just more sand.”

She makes a face.”Steve is not sand Bee, he’s my friend and I think he likes you and I think you like him and you know if I didn’t trust him he’d be well and gone from my life let alone be anyone in yours, you’re going.”

You stop pacing to face her, your lips spreading slowly in an unconvincing grin, you were afraid she’d say that. “Actually, we’re going..”

Nancy stares at you and your stupid jazz hands with wide eyes. You start talking before she can express her dismay, “Before you say anything Robin was there when me and Steve were talking so just maybe I said that you would come too and just maybe Robin jumped on the idea and was really excited that you were gonna be there because you are going- we’re going to Steve’s house to watch some stupid movie tonight okay. And if you refuse then there’s no way I’m going without you.”

Nancy stops chewing on her lip to open her mouth, close it, then open it again.

“Okay.” She says it slowly, drawing out the syllables like she’s giving herself one last chance to chicken out, but she doesn’t. And she’s made the choice to be brave, you both have.

Twin smiles grow slowly on both your faces, until your both giving into that urge and she’s yelling out her excitement and you can’t help jumping up and down.

You’re both too excited to notice Mike swing the door open, begin to say something, then shut his mouth; watching you both for a moment before closing the door shaking his head muttering,”girls.”

——————

Steve has been staring at his drive way for the past 15 minutes.

It took Robin 16 to throw a crumpled popcorn wrapper at his head.

“Stop worrying Steve.” Her voice is half teasing but not unkind. “They’re coming.”

“But what if they aren’t?” He hasn’t stop frowning out the window.

Steve feels her come to stand next to him and place an uncharacteristically gentle hand on his shoulder, “You told her to come at 7, it’s 6:53.” His eyebrows remain pinched. “Didn’t you say she got lost on her way to Family Video? She’s probably on her way right now lost in the maze that is your secluded neighborhood.”

“She doesn’t have a car, she’d come with Nancy, who always comes early and knows exactly where I live.” Robin stiffens behind him and he turns his head to look at her. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous too.”

“Steeve,” She groans and drops her head,”You know how much I like her. She’s so pretty and smart and perfect, and I’m so-.” She waves her hands around huffing.

They both frown at each other, two rain clouds hovering above an unsuspecting town.

Steve is dubious crossing his arms,”Robin, don’t knock yourself, you’re a super cool person, I know Nance sees that too.”

Her frown wanes slowly until she’s smiling and jabs him with her elbow,”I think Bee has made you soft.”

He rolls his eyes fondly, “Real nice Robin. Thanks for ruining our sweet moment.”

She bumps his shoulder with hers,”Hey dingus you know I love you.” Steve shakes his head but not his smile.”I’ll tell you what, 20 bucks if they’re not here in 5 minutes.”

As she speaks Steve watches a yellow light slowly color her face and he glares at her, “You’re evil you know that.” She holds her hand out and he brushes past her. “I did not agree to that bet!”

He comes to stand behind his door, taking one, two big breaths.

“I got this, I’m Steve Harrington, I’m king.”

“Nice pep talk dumbass.”

“Shut up.”

Steve opens the door.

Nancy stands there, smiling brightly, and he has no reason to be surprised as he is.

She’s pink in the face and glances behind him about 30 times in the 30 seconds of silence his shock serves him. He can see her small tells for how nervous she is, the way she plays with her fingers to stop them shaking and the twitch of her mouth, so very quickly he wraps her in a hug.

“Hey Nance,” He rubs her back and she hums a hi back at him.

Then he sees you. Standing behind her in a pretty blue dress, shining at him, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Steve lets Nancy go and he can’t think to close his open mouth.

“Hi.” You’re breathless, and he’s glad you feel whatever it is too.

It’s amazing he’s able to say it back because right now Steve’s thoughts are exclusively on he question of how someone could look so gorgeous under his dingy porch light.

You’re amazed you are still standing up right. The way Steve’s looking at you makes your knees weak; you can feel all the blood rushing to your face, all the air in your lungs, like you’ve been struck by lightning and are now overly aware of your body.

The lightning bolt himself moves out of the doorway and you walk into his house.

You blink away the bright lights and then Steve, the brightest light of them all, is standing front of you again.

He puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Do- do you want anything to drink? I’ve got juice, water, beer, coke, whatever you want.”

You look around the room slowly,”Uh, do you have anything.. um stronger?”

Something in his eyes shines, something like bewilderment that quickly melts into amusement.

His lips curve upward,”Follow me.”

Steve starts walking through his house and you spare a glance at Robin and Nancy who are standing an uncomfortable distance apart and both individually giving you a thumbs up.

You breathe out through your mouth and follow him.

He takes you to a wine cabinet, mahogany wood with intricate detailing on the corners, locked by a small keyhole and full of the nicest looking alcohol you’ve ever seen. Steve picks up a flower pot of daisies sitting on a stool nearby. You try not to think about how big his hand looks around its neck. He takes the key from under it and unlocks the cabinet, turning around to smile at your stunned expression.

He makes a hand waving gesture and your eyes can’t help following it,”Pick your poison.” Taking a step forward, you run your fingers over the bottle necks and halt suddenly on bottle of vodka.

Steve chokes on a laugh and you turn to him with your eyebrows raised. “Nothing, just- Smirnoff that’s uh, not what I was expecting.”

You tilt your head at him,”What do I not seem like a Vodka girl to you Steve?”

He blushes,”No, I- I didn’t mean, It’s not that I just-“

Your snickering laugh stops him,”I get it. Now where are your shot glasses?”

Two shots get knocked back in the minute it takes you to pour them. Steve watches you intently, half amazed and half concerned with your eagerness to be tipsy.

You notice the frown he didn’t realize he was making and bite your lip. “I’m sorry, I just.” You again look for the words,”I think, tonight, I need to be brave.”

A flicker in his eye, a light lit then immediately extinguished returns far brighter. “Oh.” He breathes.

Steve’s mouth makes the shape of a small smile and you follow him to the living room where Robin was bringing Nancy a bag of freshly made popcorn.

The couch was generously big enough for all four of you, but there was a suffocating hesitation present in everyone tonight, the air thick with it.

Tonight you will be brave

You sit next to next to Nancy on the middle of the couch, looking between Steve expectantly and the free spot next to you.

He takes the hint.

Suddenly you’re noticeably warmer. You think it’s incredible how hot his body must run, and how nice it feels to be sitting next to him.

Steve is nervous. When did his palms get so sweaty? He wipes them on his jeans. You smell so nice, like vanilla and something floral, he takes a deep breath in.

“Robin.” Did his voice just crack? He hopes you didn’t notice. “Can you start the movie.”

She looks at him, clearly trying to non verbally convey a message that Steve is too dazed to understand,”Sure, Steve.” She says through gritted teeth.

————-

At minute 20 of the movie it was dead silent.

Well not exactly, there was the white noise of the droning movie from Steve’s television. The only other sound was Robin trying and failing to quietly eat the popcorn she made.

Both you and Nancy were leaned forward staring attentively at the screen. Steve kept sparing glances at your expression, watching to see if you laughed at the jokes he thought was funny, cringed at the parts he thought were dumb, you did.

But the silence was getting to him. Was it bad he invited you to his house to watch a movie in silence? You could’ve gone to the theatre, he would’ve taken you there, would’ve done anything you asked.

Steve watched as Robin tried to minimize the sound of her eating by chewing more slowly, but that only prolonged the noise.

He leaned back against the couch and tried to get her attention. He opened his mouth to whisper, but caught himself when he realized just how close his mouth was to your ear, in that same moment you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.

He opted for leaning father over the back of the couch and hitting her with his outstretched fingertips.

Robin held her arm protectively and glared at Steve.

He mouthed,”Kitchen.”

“What?”

“Kit-chen.”

She gave him a confused look but nodded clearing her throat,”Me and Steve, we are going to uh girl talk- not girl talk- Steve’s not a- I mean like talk about girls, not you girls! Just girls, conceptually, in general?” The screen catches her eye. “Like this lady, what’s her deal right?”

You don’t turn away from the television, “Well, she’s like a robot kind of person that the two boys created with their computer by hacking into government databases.” You look at Robin and smile,”She’s like Frankenstein’s monster.”

Robin returns your smile and slowly backs away until she’s out of view. Steve quickly takes his leave as well and follows her to the kitchen where he finds her sitting on the ground still eating the popcorn she made.

“Frankenstein’s monster if he was a super hot mom, this movie is awesome.”

Steve crouches down to sit next to her,”I’m glad you think so.

She turns her body to face him,”What’s up Steven?”

“Do you think they’re having fun? Nobody saying anything is kind of freaking me out.”

“Hey, hey, Id be more bothered if they were talking during the movie. Bee is only watching it because you said you liked it, she’s watching it for you Steve. I think it’s sweet how much she’s invested.”

Steve hadn’t considered that, if he was honest he wasn’t as passionate for the movie as he was for hanging out with you. It was more an excuse to spend time with you.

His heart was warm. Robin leaned against him,”Alright captain what’s our next move?”

“I think we should talk to them, alone, separately. I think you need to tell Nancy how you feel.”

Robin laughed disbelieving,”That’s a pretty big step especially for me. You do know it took me 6 months longer than all the other babies to walk.”

“That explains a lot- Ow!” Robin pinched his arm. “Where have your baby steps gotten you up to now?” She glares at him and his stupid rationality and Steve catches onto her hesitation. “You only have to be brave once. Just for a moment, and then everything will work itself out.”

“You’re sure?”

“How could it not? Think of everything that’s happened in just the past year, and here we are watching a movie with the girls we like, we’ve survived being captured by Russians, you can survive an honest conversation Nancy Wheeler.”

“Have you seen her with a gun??”

Steve laughs, it’s easy,”You’re just lucky you haven’t been on the other end of Nancy with a gun.”

They came back into the living room just in time to hear your whispering conversation with Nancy abruptly end. Both of you sitting up unnaturally straight up with sheepish expressions at being caught.

“How did your girl talk go?” You ask and you mean it.

Robin holds her hands intertwined in front of her, “Um, well I think that I need to talk to a certain girl, outside maybe, if she doesn’t mind.”

Nancy is flushed, unusually still and gazing at Robin with shiny eyes. They stare at each other for a moment then Nancy breathes,” Okay.”

You watch your best friend stand, shaking slightly, you watch Robin open the door for her, watch the two girls float after each other.

The cushion shifts slightly as you feel Steve sit down next to you.

“I think she really likes her.” You think out-loud, you’ve never seen Nancy like that, light like that.

“Yeah-“ He pauses, “Wait, how do you know Robin likes Nancy?”

You completely turn around to face him, knee knocking his. “Robin likes Nancy! That’s the best news I’ve heard since-“ It’s hard to think when Steve’s looking at you like that, like you’re golden.

He grins at you,”I’ll bet you 20 dollars they get together by the end of the night.”

You raise an eyebrow grinning,”By the end of this movie.”

“Oh you are so on.”

Eyes twinkling, locked in on each other. And neither of you can remember what you were talking about, Steve’s thinking about your eyes and what the something he doesn’t recognize that flashes in your eyes could be.

“What?”

Twisting the ring on your index suddenly becomes terribly interesting ,”Nothing it’s just, uh,” You look at your hands in your lap.”You’re not really the Steve Nancy wrote to me about.

His expression flickers from something dejected to more thoughtful. “I- uh, well the past few years have, have really changed the way I live. The people I’ve met, these people I love, they help me grow and be better, and I’m still growing and learning, everyday, and I’m so thankful for all these people for helping me find my way, especially Nance.” Steve scratches the back of his neck,”I was alone for a lot of my life, I had all these friends that didn’t care about me or just liked me for my name. And well, the old parents were never around to begin with so I just thought- I just thought I could get away without needing anyone. But the people in my life are everything to me, they mean everything to me and I’m very lucky to be where I am. So yeah, I’m not him, but if I needed to be him to be who I am now then I’m glad.”

He looks up to see you looking at him so affectionately, he blooms like a daisy under your stare.

Steve wasn’t expecting you to kiss him on the cheek, but now you have he’s sure there’s nothing sweeter.

He grins smugly but his blush gives him away, his eyes drop to your lips.

Steve feigns a yawn only to stretch so he can place one arm behind you on the back of the couch. You give him an unimpressed look, “Real smooth honey.”

He’s glowing, he leans his face closer to yours,”Honey? I like that.”He is still staring at your mouth,”The Bee and her Honey.”

A whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

A smile,”Please do honey”

Outside by the pool, Nancy and Robin are smiling at you through the window, fingers intertwined, standing closely together, shoulders brushing.

Nancy curses.

“What?”

“I bet Bee $20 that I would kiss you before she kissed Steve.”

Robin laughs, Nancy’s favorite sound,”Well I can’t fix that, but I think I can help with something else.”

[musings-and-moans]

Slow Down

features: sukuna!jotaro kujo (Jotaro as Sukuna) (think of 4taro in this) x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @discordkittenjoestar’s “𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖” Collab (thank you so much for organizing this and yes this is the first jotaro smut i am posting here, there is more to come😭)

setting: monster au, jjk au | networks: @tokyometronetwork

synopsis: you’re a transfer student, coming from a line of jujutsu sorcerers, trying to live a normal life while secretly training to be a jujutsu sorcerer yourself. what would happen though, if the King of Curses, would catch hold of you in a dark alleyway? And he’s attractive no less. would you trade it all, and join the dark side, for a night of sensual passion?

song: slow down — chase atlantic | wc: 2260 😭

warnings: not beta read, we die like real people /j /lh , porn with plot, jotaro has four arms and two dicks hehe, fingering, dom!jotaro pretty much, dub-con (if you squint), oral (f!receiving/cunnilingus), slight bondage (‘cause hands are pinned to the wall), praise kink, cervix fucking, technically monster fucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal sex (yes I am choosing to write this ‘cause progress, i will not always be writing this though), mentions of pet names(sweetheart, darling), mentions of killing in the end, explicit smut, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie, sir kink (maybe, sorta), breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i’ve missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you ❤️)

(taglist form / @shynahasabookshelf)

A/N: Okay, yes yes I was going to write some musician!Jotaro smut some time but I’d spoken with @kagejima once so she knows that I’d been working on this. Plus, this was a spur-of-a-moment decision and a great one at that :D:D Plus, you all know how much I love this man with all of my heart, so this is for y'all to see.💕 and plus, this was written with Jotaro and my JoJo OC, Anika Sen ( @anikasenkujo ) in mind, so this is highly self-indulgent. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU 💖

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist with two of his arms around your waist and the other two arms pinning your arms on the wall as he heavily thrust into both of your holes. 

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He commanded an answer from you as one of his cocks hit you so hard that it kissed the spot within, causing you to moan non-stop, babbling something inaudible as he kept bruising your cervix and your other hole with his merciless thirsts. “Who?”

“I, I, I—” you were unable to answer that you never felt so good like this before, and he found the sight of you being left at his mercy quite delightful. 

“Slow down, sir. Please, I’m yours. I’ll choose to serve you, please, please let me cum…” you mewled, and whimpered, unable to speak again, begging for a sense of respite. “Please let me—” you couldn’t complete as you let out a shrill gasp with your eyes rolling at the back of the head, as you started spasming, and a clear fluid started to ooze out of you. The coil in you finally snapped and then some. Even so, he didn’t stop. He would not stop until he painted your inner walls white and filled you up to the brim, to let you know that you would belong to no one else but him. 

Every negative emotion has some amount of cursed energy in it, and almost everyone possesses this said energy. However, an amount of it that’s higher than a certain degree can cause a select few to see curses. 

But since there exists the concept of free will, to choose what we do with the cursed energy that we see, there are different groups of people that lurk around in this world: the ones who are unable to defend themselves by using jujutsu (non-sorcerers), the ones that use sorcery methods for evil (curse users) and the ones that use sorcery methods for good (sorcerers). 

The world we live in is spiritually made up of good and evil. We have the same kind of balance within us. As established before, we’re more than capable of choosing what’s right and what’s wrong. But, what if the good in you is stolen by something so sinister, so vile to the world, but so tempting, alluring, and satisfying that it consumes everything in you?

The streets of Tokyo were a menace these days. Crime rates had increased substantially, but this didn’t stop you, a transfer student, from walking along the streets of downtown in the middle of the night. There was no care in the world that could prevent you from doing so, as you were busy listening to the music and taking in some fresh air until you felt a large ominous presence looming over you. You were aware that you could sense the presence of curses, and were secretly training to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to fight against them and to carry on the tradition that your family set for you. Walking faster in fear, you passed a dark alleyway where you were grabbed by a burly hand and pinned against the wall.

You froze in fear as a menacing figure crept out of the shadows, smirking at you. It seemed as though the incandescent moon decided to shine its light on this 6’5” tall abomination while it approached you. 

Evil took the form of the legendary Jotaro Kujo, the King of Curses, who seemed to be oozing confidence when he approached you. As he appeared before you in a white kimono with black edges, jet-raven hair with bits of curls that shone in the moonlight, and had tattoos around his face, some going to his chest as his kimono was loosely tightened, his wrists and…four forearms?  Your eyes widened as you saw that he had not two, but four arms, and while his face was adorned with the prettiest teal eyes you’d seen, you’d slyly noticed the second set of eyes underneath them. Gasping and leaning against the wall a little too hard, causing you to arch your back subconsciously, he let out his bottom arms to catch hold of you.

“Woah, woah, steady there! I don’t mean any harm,” he smirked at you, to which you scoffed while he approached you, “Well, you don’t seem like it. What do you want from me? I’ll have you know I—” your shrill voice was muffled as he placed one of his top hands over your mouth, and shushed you with another. “I guess you were about to say that you’ll have me know that you’re a jujutsu sorcerer too, right, (Y/N)-chan?” you eyes widened in profound shock. How the hell did he come to know of you existence?

With his maniacal laugh spreading across the sky, the cerulean-eyed monster whispered, “Did you really think I wouldn't know, (Y/N) (L/N)? Did you think your ancestors killing me would release me from this Earth's clutches? Hah! No, far from it!” As your eyes stared into the abyss in his irises, you began to tremble, fear slowly taking hold. 

As you were about to push him, he pulled back, smirked again, used his other arms to pin your arms to the wall tighter and proposed, “I have an offer that you can’t refuse, sweetheart. I’ll let you go. Scot-free. However, there are two conditions that you’ll need to fulfill: One,” he then decides to whisper again with a sinister wink, “you join the dark side. Join forces with me, (Y/N)-chan. Leave everyone behind, and I’ll provide you with everything you need.” 

As his arms grew increasingly powerful over you, you were beginning to feel something that you wasn't supposed to feel; a feeling that you slowly began to relish. There surely was something strangely good about it, although you were unsure of what it was. As he continued to speak,  he let go of one arm that was pinning your arms, to rub your clothed sex beneath your skirt, causing you to whimper and whine, "And secondly, I get to have you here right now, in this hall,in a night of passion.” A night of—wait, does he want to have sex with you in this alleyway?

“Let me be clear before you say no. Since I am the King of Curses, these mere mortals can't even detect my presence until I strike them. However, the only ones that can see us, or rather see me, are people like you who supposedly use their power for good. But, tell me something, what good does it do to be a jujutsu sorcerer, hmm? Your family risks themselves on the line for you, and in order to not have any harm be caused to you, they got you to transfer here, am I right?” Panic started to set in when you heard how accurate he was, describing your situation to the t. 

He then places your panties aside, letting the cold wind graze your pussy as his hand starts to now rub you down there, your whimpers increasing. As his thick fingers started to play with your sensitive clit, he responded, “Oh? So you’re already wet for me, hmm? Don’t worry, I’m not interested in splitting you in half and leaving you out to dry,” he smirks, “I’m going to take care of you. I might just start with tasting you until you grind and ride my tongue. You'll end up begging for more. Then, if I am feeling particularly generous, I would give you my cocks. One at a time, or if you prefer, at once.” Wait a moment, cocks? He has more than one? 

“Sir,” you broke your silence as your whimpers were slowly turning to moans, “If this is the only way I can be let go, I’d like this to happen for one night only.” This compromise was fair, according to you. You were not going to lie, despite him being a force to reckon with, he was alluring. He was hot, and clearly fuckable. What’s the harm in having this for one night, you thought to youself. With a wicked smile on his face, he responded, “See, we’re now making progress!” His warm breath tickles your cheek as his digits start to enter you, with a mouth suddenly appearing from the palm of his hand and his tongue licking your clit, your moans starting to turn to cries.

“But no. I will fill you up so fucking much, your belly will swell and your tight cunt will be overflowing with my seed, and that’s not all. I’ll take control over your other hole and ruin you. Then, you’ll be begging for another night of passion, again, again, and again! Darling, you are going to join the dark side, and I’ll fuck that into you to make sure.”

It’d been hours since you’d been crying, begging for mercy, with both of your clothes strewn across the hallway. Despite him kissing you all over with his mouths appearing from everywhere, he commanded you to hold your orgasm in. Whining in resistance, you wrapped your legs around his waist with two of his arms around your waist and the other two arms pinning your arms on the wall as he heavily thrust into both of your holes. 

You’d never been into anal before, and you’d not imagined that his two girthy cocks would fit inside you, but he made them fit, saying that you “didn’t need any preparation,” and your vision started becoming blurry with tears. You felt that he was so good, that this could never just be a one-night only thing. He had to have his way with you every night, he was the King, after all.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He commanded an answer from you as one of his cocks hit you so hard that it kissed the g-spot, causing you to moan non-stop, babbling something inaudible as he kept bruising your cervix and your other hole with his merciless thirsts. 

“I, I, I—” you were unable to answer that you never felt so good like this before, and he found the sight of you being left at his mercy  delightful. 

“Slow down, sir. Please, I’m yours. I’ll choose to serve you, please, please let me cum…” you mewled, babbled and whimpered, unable to speak again, begging for a sense of respite. “Please let me—” you couldn’t complete as you let out a shrill gasp with you eyes rolling at the back of the head, as a clear fluid started to ooze out of you. The coil in you finally snapped and then some. Even so, he didn’t stop. He would not stop until he painted you inner walls of both the holes white and filled you up to the brim, to let you know that you would belong to no one else but him. 

For a fleeting moment, you thought of wanting to escape. Though, there was no one that could come to your rescue. How could they? The Menacing King was on a rampage, and news kept talking about his images being circulated around, and the fact that he’s very sly and always taking to the shadows, made him difficult to be found. Also, he had established his domain, Star Platinum, a starry barrier that would prevent anyone else from seeing the sinful act they were committing. So, as Jotaro kept drilling you, your moans were loud enough to catch people’s attention, but they were muffled by the barrier,and even if they knew where the voice was coming from, knowing he would be on the loose and start killing anyone who’d come in his way of being physically sated, people would choose to ignore you cries for their lives’ sake.

Contrary to what people would think, however, they weren’t cries of help at all, they were cries of pleasure. You loved that he’d taken notice of you, and was willing to ruin you until you joined the dark side. As he kept fucking into you, with both of you chasing your releases, you kept moaning, “I’ll forever be yours, Jotaro, sir. I’ll forever serve you. Please let me cum, please, please, pleaseeeee,” 

It was when he noticed that you were truly enjoying this sensual reverie that that’s when his thrusts eventually became sloppier and with one final thrust, both of his hardened lengths twitched inside both of your holes, pouring his warm essence into you and riding out his orgasm. 

As he stopped, and the gasps faded, Jotaro seemed to let go of your arms, with you about to fall, until he caught you, pulled you close to him and you shared a passionate kiss with his other set of hands, now free, cupping your cheeks. As you released youself from the kiss, you panted, all fucked-out but he was not willing to let you go so soon. 

“So, will you be joining by my side?” He threw a knowing smile your way, knowing what your answer will be. With your lips enveloping in one passionate kiss, you whispered, “As long as you don’t keep slowing down like this, sir, I’ll be forever bound to you.”

With a wicked grin, he let out a rasp, “Now that’s my girl.” He felt himself hardening again, so he started to grind against you, “Now, on to the next point of our discussion, I’m going to need you to kill someone for me. You’d do that for me, won’t you, (Y/N)-chan?”

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Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #1

Pairing : Chris Evans x Female! Reader

- Fluff

Summary: Adventures of Chris taking on the role of a father, with Y/n by his side

Word count: 966

Requests are open!

Likes, Re-blogs and Comments are appreciated♥️

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When you lose sleep over your newborn 👶

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

My ears were ringing as Noah had woken up for the fifth time tonight, and it was only 3am. I mean I was always warned about how much sleep I would lose with a newborn baby, but nothing would prepare me for this.

I took a huff, about to get up for the third time tonight, until I felt Chris get up before me.

“It’s ok babe, I got this, you catch up on some sleep. I know how tired you are” He said half asleep kissing my forehead, putting on his slippers, slipping away to our baby's nursery. Slowly feeling the sleep pulling at my eyes.

(Chris' P.O.V)

I watched Y/n fall asleep, her long eyelashes touching her cheeks. God I am so in love with her.

I walked out into the hallway, heading towards Noah's nursery hearing his cries start to die down.

“What’s got you up little man? Your momma needs sleep you know?” I said teasingly picking him up, his cries now subsided to whimpers as his tiny hand fisted my shirt. His head laying on my chest, as I shushed him padding around his room.

Y/n and I had decorated his room into Andy's room from Toy Story, with both of us loving Disney so much, it only made sense.

“bwuhbwhwh” Noah whimpered, his arms starting to thrash around, his mouth clearly trying to find a nipple.

“Sorry bud, dads got no milk in there for ya. But I do think your gorgeous mum pumped some for you before bed” I said chuckling pulling him away from my chest to hold him in front of me, before putting him back against me with his head overlooking my shoulder.

Walking down the stairs, I brought us into the kitchen holding him in my left arm as I got the milk before heating it up. Once it was done, setting Noah down into his seat, I sprayed a bit of milk onto my wrist checking the temperature before picking Noah up again.

Noah wasn’t able to fully support his head yet, so here I was holding the bottle for him, watching as his eyes curiously looked around my face while his tiny hands played with my fingers clasped around the bottle.

“Got me wrapped around your finger little man, both you and your momma that is. Don’t tell her that though, can’t have her knowing I can’t say no to either of you. I love you both so much” I cooed kissing his head, feeling his thin but growing hair.

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Stepfather! Chris bonds with Y/n's kids

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I held my three year old daughter Lucy's hand as we walked towards Chris' house. Today was the first day they’d ever be meeting each other since Chris and I had started seeing each other 6 months ago; to be honest I was shitting bricks.

Lucy's father was a deadbeat who ran away when he found out I was pregnant after a stupid one night stand when I was 22, but at least I had my angel with me. I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

Chris despite having no kids, was so excited to meet Lucy, constantly asking about her and especially interested at her progress in kindergarten. I made myself smile at that thought.

“Ok Lucy, do you want to knock the door?” I asked her, watching as her tiny hand slapped the door twice. Dodger's barking filled our ears, listening as we heard Chris tell him to calm down and not to scare off Lucy.

The door opened, revealing Chris in a white tank top and grey sweatpants, the widest smile on his face as he looked at me then Lucy.

Bending down to Lucy’s height,

“Lucy say hi to Chris, and this is his dog dodger” I said holding her hand out to pet dodger who stood between Chris' legs.

Before Chris also bent down to Lucy's level, “Hey there Lucy, i’ve heard so much about you from your mom, do you want to come inside?” Chris said asking, his hands on his knees.

Lucy nodded, but did the unexpected, she held out her hand ushering for Chris to hold it. My heart warmed, seeing Chris look at me with widened eyes taking a hold of Lucy's hand and leading her into the house.

I followed behind them, with Chris leading her towards the living room. Lucy's favourite cartoons I had told him about were already set up on the TV. I chuckled lightly watching Lucy try to climb up onto the higher couch, before Chris had to lift her up.

Walking over I sat beside Chris, feeling one of his arms wrap around me, while his other hand was around Lucy. Surprisingly Lucy seemed to be adjusting to Chris' presence well.

I know this because, not even ten minutes later she had crawled her way into his lap. Making herself comfortable, sitting in between his legs while laying back against his chest. Chris looked at me, his eyes tearing up.

“Babe are you okay?” I said laughing, brushing away the stray tears.

“Yeah, I just, love her so much already. She’s like a mini you” He said kissing me softly grabbing my hand and holding it on his lap.

“mHmm” We heard making us pulling away, Lucy had started whimpering.

“What’s wrong Luce?” I said looking at her, without getting a reply she just pulled Chris and I's hands apart, then slotting her hand in with Chris' making me burst out in laughter.

Chris followed playing along with Lucy's games pushing me away from them both.

“He’s my daddy mommy, not yours” Lucy said, instantly catching Chris and I's attention, but in the best way possible.

[absolutelyfizzing]

little dove

loki x reader

description - Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it.

warnings - fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before

word count - 1900

A/N - this is a pretty plotless blurb but i just love this man, i have been obsessed with the new series and just wanted to write anything about him. i will inevitably be writing for him more so please end me now. there are no spoilers for the new series and it takes place in an AU after new york but pretty much otherwise out of timeline. all the avengers live at the compound together, endgame didnt happen and no i wont talk about it.

MASTERLIST

Loki was not someone who was overly friendly. To most of the people in the compound, he was courteous at best. That rule, however, was bent occasionally. The only exceptions were you and his brother (some of the time). He had been smitten with you the moment he saw you though he would never admit it. You were bubbly and light and the exact opposite of him. You were so friendly and kind that it almost made him want to be the same.

You were kind to him, which he was shocked by. Most of the people in the compound tolerated him but they were never caught being too nice. You, on the other hand, were friendly to him the day you met him.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't really even a fighter. You were a genius in the medical field as well as the unofficial caretaker of everyone on the team. You made sure that they all ate, they didn't overwork themselves, that they were getting enough sleep every night because they were your closest friends. Everyone listened to you. You had this power over them all that they just wanted to make sure you were happy and that meant they wanted to do what you asked of them. They tried their best to take care of you as well.

When you met Loki and were very nice to him, he expected some ulterior motive. He assumed that there was something you wanted or that you would gain his trust and then humiliate him later. So he kept his guard up. This was proved wrong over the months to come. He noticed that you were that kind to everyone and you were just happy to be around other people. He let you in over time.

You became the only person who he opened up to, even more than his brother. You would keep him company even when he lashed out at others and when he was filled with guilt. You forgave him for his past without question and opened up to him as well. It took probably 3 months for Loki to realize that he was in love with you.

He couldn't believe himself. In love with a midgardian? What was he thinking?

But it was undeniable and uncontrollable. He just couldn't help himself. You would read to him and watch movies with him. You would braid his hair when he was stressed and would teach him how to cook when he asked. You were just everything to him. It took him a long time to confess. He was terrified that you would reject him. You could have had anyone you wanted, why would you choose him?

When he did confess, you were thrilled and he couldn't believe it. You kissed him and he thought he could die happy right then and there. He had never felt this much love for anyone besides his mother.

You continued to break his walls down and he fell deeper in love with you every day. He didn't, however, change his behavior towards others very much. He had grown closer to the team, having regained some trust from them all. He was no longer aggressive and he tried very hard not to lash out. Most of that was out of his own desire to be trusted. He realized that he was going to have to make his life work to remain with you and he slowly learned that most of the people in the compound weren't actually as awful as he might have originally guessed. That didn't mean that his personality changed toward them though. He was still slightly cold and short. He wouldn't smile too much and he was what some might call grumpy most of the time.

That only changed around you and everyone noticed. Loki got teased for it constantly and he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make you happy and he had no regard for what anyone thought of your relationship.

He was waiting patiently in the common area of the compound on the couch. Steve and Rhodey were sat on the couch watching something that Loki didn't recognize or care for, it was some kind of reality TV. When he heard the elevator door open he looked toward the door and you were walking towards him. A grin spread over his face and his posture relaxed. He could hear the men on the couch scoff at his sudden change in demeanor. When you got close to him he picked you up and pulled you to straddle his hips on his lap and immediately began kissing all over you. You buried your face in his chest and he kissed your hair.

"How are you, my love?" He mumbled sweetly and you hummed. "Long day?" he questioned and you nodded in affirmation. "Lets go get you some food then, yes?" He asked lightly and you hummed happily. He picked you up and you clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around him. He carried you with ease toward the kitchen. It shocked you sometimes how much he could lift and how easily he lifted you but you had to remind yourself that he was indeed a god.

"How come you never treat us that way?" Rhodey called from the couch and Loki grumbled a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry did you want me to pick you up and make you some tea?" He asked sarcastically and you giggled from where your face was pressed into his chest. He smiled at the fact that he had gotten you to laugh and he set you on the countertop. He tried to pull away to make you some food but you did not let him leave you, still holding on to the front of the shirt that he was wearing. "Do you want to talk about your day?" He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead lightly. You gazed up at him lovingly and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just tired. People are annoying and I didn't exactly sleep much last night." You winked at the last part. He smirked at your comment.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was under the impression that you enjoyed what we did last night but I would be happy to give you plenty of time to sleep tonight if that's what you would prefer." he teased and you punched him lightly in the chest.

"Okay fine you're right, I like getting kept up." You confessed. You paused for a moment and his eyes remained on you as he waited patiently for you to continue. "I was mistaken for an intern again today. You would think that after over a year of working here that people would recognize my name and my work but today there were some new investors walking through the facility. When they came to look at my work they started to talk to one of my coworkers and then turned to me to ask me to get them a coffee order while they waited for the doctor to arrive." You grumbled, your mood now sour at the memory. Loki frowned and he felt his anger begin to take shape inside of him. His eyes flashed green for a moment.

"Would you like me to go and teach them a lesson? Perhaps just to mildly terrify them?" he asked, fully serious. That cheered you up plenty and you chuckled. Loki knew that you were laughing because of the absurdity of his statement and the fact that he was dead serious but he was just happy to see you smile again. "I will never understand the midgardian obsession with gender roles. Though I suppose my own identity is more fluid than most asgardians as well." He confessed and you brought your hand to rest on the side of his face. He leaned his head into your hand as he beamed at you. You loved when he compared his home to yours. It reminded you just how powerful he was and that he still chose to spend his days with you. There was suddenly a flash of green before he held his hand out to you, now holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you gasped and moved to grab them he slipped from your grasp to move towards the refrigerator.

"Hey that's not fair, you tricked me." You pouted at him, now grumbling that you couldn't hold him anymore.

"Little dove, I cannot make you food when you hold onto me. When I am finished cooking then you can stay with me for as long as you would like." He promised and you nodded solemnly. He quickly pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving around the kitchen to prepare you waffles as he often did when you were having a long day. You observed the beautiful flowers in your hand and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, a million times more comfortable than he had been when he first moved into the compound. You talked contentedly with the people passing by as well as the man who was diligently trying to improve your mood. Occasionally one of the other team members would walk by and laugh a bit at how caring he was acting toward you, all of them just happy you were content though. Eventually Thor stopped by while Loki put some batter into the waffle iron and sliced some fruit.

"You know, this is the happiest I have ever seen him." He stated simply, a smile in is voice.

"It's the happiest I've been too." You responded with a small grin.

"The last time I saw him open up to someone the way that he opens up to you was on Asgard with our mother. She would be happy to see him being so vulnerable again." He patted your back and walked away as tears started to come to your eyes. The brothers would talk of their mother sometimes and Loki often mention the fact that he believed she would have loved you, if not for your own personality then for what you did for her son. You wished that you could meet her.

You were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by someone handing you a plate of waffles and sliced up fruit with a little container of syrup on the side. You looked up at Loki and nearly cried right there. You put the plate aside for a moment to reach out and pull him into a crushing hug. He was a bit startled but responded quickly, a hand going to the back of your head and his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"Did something happen, my love?" He asked softly and you sniffled a bit.

"Just love you and I'm very thankful for everything you do for me." You got out and he affirmed to himself that he would die for you in an instant.

"I love you too, darling, but I slaved away at those waffles and now they are getting cold." He teased and he kissed your hair gently. You took a deep breath before pulling away, looking up at him with love. You smiled and then hopped off of the counter. He walked with you over to the dining table where he sat next to you and serenely waited as you ate, the food lifting your spirits a bit and easing your anxiety of the day. You planned on spending the rest of it with the man next to you as well as every day after that.

[bella-goths-wife]

Could u do asa Emory headcannons with a thick reader like I’m talking bout it jiggles 💀😭 how would he react or don?

Asa Emory with thick S/O

He chose you to be his pet because he wanted to try out a new mental torture technique

He wanted to test out bullying techniques to trigger childhood memories of bullying

He chose you because of your thickness and thought that this would effect you

That doesn’t stop the fact that he’s wildly attracted to you, it actually makes him want to kidnap you more

So he does, but because of this being psychological torture instead of physical torture, you are at least treated better

Once you are put through his psychological torture, and to his frustration, you weren’t effected by it

Because you had constantly had people commenting on your size, you decided to grow to love yourself and after years of therapy and appreciation, you were the picture of self confidence

Your ability to resist Asa’s torturous methods actually promotes you and gives you the title of favourite pet

Your taken from your dust filled box and given a clean room in the hotel with comfortable furniture and nice clothes

Asa finds you fascinating, your self appreciation was unbreakable

His priorities quickly change from breaking you to making you fall for him

He visits your room every single day and constantly compliments you

This confused you considering a few weeks before he was insulting you

You slowly develop Stockholm syndrome considering how much he worships your body and spoils you

When you begin a relationship your hesitant about how he views your thickness considering he had insulted it in the past but Asa quickly offers you reassuring words whispered between kisses all over your face

Asa wouldn’t normally be cuddly but on cold nights he grips onto you and doesn’t let go because your so soft and warm

At some points he’ll just drag you on top of him as have you sleep on top of him, and if your worried about squishing him he’ll just tell you that it would be a glorious way to die

He is in love with your ass

Now I do believe that Asa would be a massive pervert in a relationship so you’d have your back to him and turn to find him randomly staring at your ass

I do think he would grab it randomly to get your attention as well

During sex, if your insecure about your stretch marks, he’ll kiss all of them and tell you that they are beautiful

He loves your big hips and during sex he loves to grab them

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂

can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction

part 1

Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.

"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."

Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.

He had to end this.

When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.

Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.

"You really had to bring him here?"

You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"

On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?

No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.

"Namjoon..."

That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.

"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"

"No. I can't. Too busy."

The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.

"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.

"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"

The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."

He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.

And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"

"Dad..."

"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"

"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.

He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."

"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.

"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.

"My parents don't knock."

You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.

“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”

“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”

“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”

The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.

“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.

Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.

“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”

He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”

Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.

“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”

“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”

He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”

His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”

Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.

“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.

Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”

His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.

“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.

Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”

Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.

Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”

“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”

Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.

“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.

A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.

You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.

“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”

You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.

Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”

In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”

He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.

Shit… That girl will get him in so much trouble…

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