#full transparency I made some of this up on the spot so I hope I remember it lmao

[murderboisblog]

Kicks down your door I would like to know everything there is to know about Alex please and thank you :3

He’s a loser lmao

He’s somewhere in his late 20s unless we’re going by y/n sibling standards then he’s 3 years older than you

He lives in his parents basement cause they don’t charge him rent. He has a job stocking shelves at a grocery store but he likes being able to spend what he would spend on rent on cigarettes, weed, and video games.

He has a golden retriever that’s basically his only friend (haven’t drawn them yet but it’s in the sketch folder). He has 2 actual people he hangs out with sometimes but he wouldn’t really call them friends more smoking buddies that play games together sometimes,they’re also kind of losers tbf. Honestly he has pretty low self esteem cause he’s aware of how much of a loser he is.

His younger sibling is more or less the only person that really tolerates him on a regular bases, and their relationship is playfully antagonistic, they get along but they also kinda bully each other. Younger sibling doesn’t live at home but does live in the same area so they come around the house to visit their parents and annoy their brother sometimes (unless we’re going by y/n sibling timeline then it’s whatever you want lol)

He says his favourite hobby is hiking but that’s an excuse he uses to walk out to his hidden smoking spot to get high in the woods, he likes the seclusion but sometimes takes his dog with him for some company when he’s feeling particularly lonely

He says he’s into Magic The Gathering but he barely knows how to play and just collects the cards he thinks looks cool. He also doesn’t have a bed frame and his favourite movie is Saw 2

[saerins]

─── 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 2k | content: fluff, slight angst, college au, best friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol/jealousy

note: for @luvjiro who gave me the suggestion !! i have a hc that he’s slightly possessive so i had fun with this >:) i hope you like it bae muwah <3

summary: just when you feel like giving up, sae pulls you back into him.

it’s new year’s and sae’s actually fucking bewildered.

no, not at oliver’s over-the-top party (with the girl to guy ratio being totally off, by the way), although it deserves a spot in sae’s hall of fame for being way too much for a college party.

what’s even more shocking than that is how bold you’ve gotten. you’re not even drunk, not even tipsy. but here you are, hands on his chest and that shit-eating grin on full display.

“you know the saying?”

sae sighs, wondering what bullshit you have ready for him this time, but he resigns anyway. such is the duty of a best friend or whatever. “what?”

“i think they say, if you want to savour the moment, you should totally kiss.”

if he can look even more unamused, he would. because who on earth says that? people wanting to get laid? he can imagine oliver saying that, for one. it’s a big surprise that you’re the one using it though.

“sounds shitty,” he retorts, looking away, though his arm stays glued around your waist, locking you in place. only because he’s seen the way some of the guys here are eyeing you. he’s protecting his best friend, that’s all.

his best friend who’s had a crush on him for as long as he can remember. it really is your fault for not having the competence to be subtle. you’d intended to send him an anonymous email confessing your feelings for him back in high school. but then it’s easy enough when you forget to use a burner email and use your personal one instead—full name and all.

and to think, you somehow became best friends with him after he rejected you back then. sae’s teal eyes shift from the view outside to you, head buried in his chest, probably pouting because he knows you like that now, familiar with all your tendencies.

how long has it been since then? five years, according to the math in his head.

now, in this position, sae wonders if this is just you being cheeky, or if it’s you still having feelings for him. he wonders what if he didn’t know you had feelings for him—would he be treating you any differently? would he just go fuck it and just agree to kiss you at midnight? or would he still be this cautious about stepping over the line?

but then again, if you hadn’t been such a klutz about your anonymous email, sae wouldn’t have spoken to you in the first place, wouldn’t have found you in that lecture hall and went if you wanted to confess anonymously, you suck at it. if it weren’t for you being classic you, the both of you wouldn’t have been friends. sae would’ve stuck to himself and probably would’ve deleted that mail anyway, thinking it was spam.

what was it that made him become friends with you? in part it was probably your shamelessness, your misplaced anger at him calling you out. since then, you’d told him that you’d make him regret rejecting you, that one day you’d get over him and he’d miss you. it was pretty funny, admittedly, looking at this girl he barely knew spouting all this nonsense.

he’d taken you up on that challenge, and somehow his guard slipped, let you in just a little, telling himself one day you’d be over it anyway.

yet now here he is, wondering why his heart is beating faster and faster.

it better not have anything to do with the fact that this is the first time you’d ever been so forward with him. sure, you’d spoken about how you felt on various occasions. sae’s always listened. but you’d never been this… transparent.

even when he tried to agitate you that one time by agreeing to play spin the bottle (which ended up with you sulking the whole night because every time sae spun it landed on some other girl and you always somehow got stuck with the other guys on his team).

until now, sae wonders why it irked him watching you kiss otoya or oliver or karasu.

“itoshi sae,” you call to him through gritted teeth, definitely still pouting when you tilt your face up to look at him. “it’s almost midnight, you gonna kiss me later or what?”

sae sighs, you’re such a brat.

before letting him say a word, you take that sigh to mean yet another rejection—after all, the way he first rejected you still burns fresh in your mind; how he looked at you with barely any empathy while muttering a nah, i don’t like you that way, probably would never.

you’re just another one of those girls who got rejected by itoshi sae. even if you are his best friend. doesn’t really give you any edge, so it seems.

so you sigh this time, pulling away. “nah, it’s fine.”

this time, sae’s confused. “huh?”

you wink at him, compartmentalising your feelings—any sadness didn’t deserve a place here during new year’s. it’s going to be a good party for you and you’d fake it till you make it.

“just joking, i’m gonna find someone else to entertain me,” you giggle, just to make sure you throw him off because somehow, sae is weirdly perceptive to your actual feelings every time.

before sae gets any time to respond, you crawl off the sofa and bound off in a random direction, trying to shake off your disappointment.

you find yourself at the balcony a few seconds later. wow, oliver’s apartment is actually fucking huge, because you realise he has several balconies and this is just the one at the top floor.

“hey, what’re you doing up here alone?”

by your side, quick as a flash, is otoya eita holding a beer bottle in his hand, offering it to you and then taking a swig after you shake your head.

“am i not allowed to be?”

he smirks. “just thought you’d be with sae after all,” he shrugs, mirroring your position, forearms resting on the railing and looking out at the scenery below. tokyo’s beautiful at night. “so what are you doing out here, princess?”

you roll your eyes at the sarcastic way he calls you that, but you chuckle all the same. otoya’s surprisingly good at being a distraction.

“fishing for a guy to kiss at midnight,” you tell him, before you pull back at the sight of him grinning. “and i don’t mean you, eita.”

his bangs cover half his face as he pulls back in faux shock, hand to his chest, “what’s wrong with me?”

you nudge his shoulder playfully, laughing along. “don’t you have like, six other girls at this party you slept with who’s looking for a kiss too or something?”

otoya sticks his tongue out, “ha ha very funny, y/n.” he takes another swig of his beer. “you’d beat them hands down, though. no contest.”

this time it’s your turn to stick your tongue out. “thanks eita, still not gonna sleep with you though.”

“damn it,” otoya plays along. “fuck, maybe when you get over sae then.”

because everyone knows you have a hopeless crush on itoshi sae.

“when will that be?” otoya asks, taunting you, closing the gap between you. but then a hand on his coat pulls him back and away from you, effectively ruining his moment.

“that’ll be never, so back off.”

you can only blink in confusion as you realise it’s sae here, telling otoya off for flirting with you. the same sae who reaches his hand out and waits for you to take it before leading you back into the house. the same sae who’s never interlinked fingers with you before who’s doing that exact thing now.

“um, what was that for?” you ask him once he lets go of your hand, situating the both of you at the corner of the house, near oliver’s room.

sae doesn’t respond, only holds an index finger to his lips and telling you to shush before he quietly, carefully, unlocks oliver’s room, peering inside to make sure the coast is clear before getting you to follow him in.

it’s only a minute left to midnight and while you’re slightly miffed about not having someone to kiss when new year’s hits, you think it’s fine anyway. sae’s always who you spent this occasion with, somehow, so maybe sticking with tradition is enough for you. even if it’s just as normal friends.

even if it’s less than what you want.

“this is nice,” you coo as he leads you out onto a private balcony—just for the two of you. you’re guessing oliver doesn’t know, but it’s better that way, having secrets that’s just kept between you and sae feels more thrilling anyway.

“better here than up there with all those other idiots.”

there’s a bitterness in sae’s voice that you can’t help but fixate on. “you haven’t answered my question earlier.”

“about what?”

“why’d you stop eita?”

“that guy? he’s kissed so many girls, who knows what type of sickness he’ll pass on to you.” nonchalantly. like he doesn’t give a shit. too bad for him, you know him too well by now to believe that.

you sigh. “be serious, sae.”

ten seconds to midnight and the both of you can hear everyone else counting down.

“i don’t know.”

eight.

seven.

“you’re so confusing, sae.”

four.

three.

“i don’t think i am.”

one.

then you get what you asked for from the very person you wanted it from. from the same person you’ve wanted since you were seventeen.

sae’s lips are soft and gentle on yours. so are his hands around your waist, although the pads of his fingertips dig into your sides, the side effect of having seen otoya so nearly get to kiss you and your perfect lips.

no, you can’t be with anyone else. sae doesn’t want to see you with anyone else. and maybe he’s a dick for not fully realising his feelings until now and for not doing anything about it, but he’ll treat you better than anyone else, he’ll make sure of it.

god, kissing you is addicting. especially with your soft murmurs against his lips and your hands around his neck.

“sae,” you breathe out when he finally pulls away, your foreheads connected. “what was this for?”

at this moment, sae recalls your email to him way back then.

[ one new email from: ynln@email.com ]

hi itoshi sae!

i’ve been watching you play soccer and you’re really cool on the field!! i get why people call you the prodigy now. but my favourite thing about you would be that even though you look scary, you’re actually kinda nice. maybe… i kind of like you. but you probably don’t even know i exist, so i’m gonna keep it that way hehe i’ll still be rooting for you though!!

all the best, xoxo <3

sae can’t stop from smiling against your lips when he recalls that confession, “maybe… i kinda like you.”

you pull back, stunned, thinking maybe your delusions have gotten the better of you. “itoshi sae, what did you say?”

he leans back against the railing, hands in his pockets, repeating himself, but slower. “i. like. you. yn.”

you break out into a grin before he even finishes his sentence, jumping onto him and wrapping yourself around his body, sae instinctively catching you and holding you up.

“so you were being jealous earlier?”

sae’s expression deadpans as he looks at you, “shut up or i’m taking that confession back.”

“like i’d ever let you do that,” you giggle, still in disbelief that after all these years, turns out that sae does have feelings for you after all.

before either of you can say any more, you hear a very exaggerated sigh from inside the bedroom. both of you whip your head around to find oliver there, arms crossed, probably judging the both of you.

“y/n, i’m happy for you and all that that blockhead finally admitted it, but you guys better not fuck on my bed.”

[shawtythatluvsurgut]

hey guys. i got back from seeing my dad (i was gone all of september doing that) and realized that im $150 short on rent for this month. i lost around 50 subs from that one month i took away and i totally understand and am not mad at anyone for unsubbing, but it’s put me in a pickle for paying my rent in november. by a pickle, i mean that im $150 short. it’s embarrassing to admit this, but i miscalculated when i bought my tickets to stay longer and thought id have enough for my upcoming rent. technically i should have had enough, but losing that many subs really put a dent in my finances. i’m kinda stressing right now so if anyone can send anything id appreciate the help so so much. i will also send personalized content as a thank you. you can also help by subscribing to my OF (im back to posting somewhat regularly) so that we both benefit.

i’m sorry that the disneyland plan didn’t work out. i was looking forward to eating good, way too expensive food, but my dad’s health took a turn. that’s why i made the last minute decision to cancel disney and extend my trip in north cal. i couldn’t get a refund because disney is full of cash cows, so im kinda screwed right now. i’m glad i recalculated before the first of november hit because i can at least try to see if anyone can help.

also, i have video ideas coming to my OF. right now i want to keep my weight somewhat consistent or maybe gain slowly because i, too, have been having some minor health issues (not due to gaining, but gaining isn’t helping right now). I AM NOT LOSING WEIGHT OR PLANNING TO. I am just going to go easy on how fast i gain. i have a stuffing video planned for this month, along with my usual pictures semi-daily.

i just needed to be upfront and let everyone know what is going on with me. my dad is dying, i’m in school and i hate it, school has been taking up a LOT of my free time, i didn’t calculate my money correctly, and i got my meds switched. i feel like a zombie lately. and i may have lost a friendship/relationship that was very dear to my heart in the midst of this stress.

if i had other options, i would choose those first. but, unfortunately, i don’t. i don’t mean to sound like a bum asking y’all to help me financially or sub to my OF or whatever, but im kinda freaking out a little. so if anyone can help, even just an OF subscription, i would GREATLY appreciate it. even if it’s just for this month.

i feel so pathetic right now begging for help online, but hopefully my upfront honesty will relate to someone. sometimes saving is hard and i’m a blonde so ya know i can’t do math and idk im embarrassed. if anyone wants to buy a custom please message me on here or on OF if you’re subscribed. i’ll be putting in the work to try to bring y’all back and keep y’all satisfied. that’s a big priority for me and im sorry again to anyone who subbed to watch me eat at disneyland. i didn’t want to cancel that, but my dad was officially diagnosed with congestive heart failure on the day before i was supposed to fly down to LA and i couldn’t leave him. he’s put in the work to earn his spot back in my life and i couldn’t leave him the day he got that news. i love him and my mom despite any hardships and the last thing i could do was ditch him. i hope me being real helps you guys understand why i didn’t deliver on the disneyland content.

i understand if you are upset and you have every right to be! but i figured maybe being honest about what im going through could maybe help some of y’all build back trust with me. i feel very awkward and uncomfortable sharing such intimate information, but i think it’s what’s fair to all of you. thank you to all who have stuck around <3 and thank you to any/all who subscribe and/or send me money to help me out.

sending so much love to you all, as this has been a hard year for more people than just myself. the world needs a bit of honesty and transparency, and you all deserve that, so that’s what i’m going to give. <3

- Nico

[major-comet]

RvB Survey Results Video - Favorite Character Intros

Hello everyone! I know @asphodeldreams will probably be making a post of his own about it since his blog is primarily where we're hosting all of the survey stuff, but I did want to make a particular post about this here since this has been pretty much all I have done for the past couple weeks.

This video is a compilation of all of the answers we received to the question of "Most memorable character introduction?", which we received roughly 259 answers for out of the 308 people who took the survey (full disclosure for transparency, asphodel and I also took the survey and added in our own answers. those numbers are included in the 259/308. answers where someone wrote in multiple intros were split apart and counted for each character submitted. if my math in the video doesn't add up please let me know, i did my best but math and I don't get along very well.)

If you have any questions about why I made a choice I made, or have any other questions / comments / concerns, then feel free to shoot me an ask or comment on this post! I plan on trying to make a few more videos like this for some of the other questions, but with grad school starting up next month my free time is gonna be a bit more spread around, so that will probably be a slow process. This is really more of a bonus, anyways - just something to help people visualize some of the results a bit better, doesn't actually impact when we upload new batches of results. It's also a great way for me to practice my video editing skills so I can feel justified in keeping that on my resume, lol. more detailed information about how i did the tallying / editing is under the read more (what the video refers to as “the description), but I hope y'all enjoy :)

Some characters are shown with just one clip, while others may have multiple. Reasons why some have multiple include, but are not limited to; - Being initially introduced in a mini-series, and providing a main series clip in addition - Re-introductions of the character at a later point - I couldn't find one good clip to use for the video - I really just wanted to use a second clip for that character, lol

So some characters have multiple clips, and some have longer clips because I could not find a good way to cohesively edit certain scenes.

If multiple people suggested the same scene for multiple characters, then for the most part those characters are generally all just lumped in with whoever had the most votes.

When I was initially trying to get it onto YouTube, I made a few editing changes - like putting music under some Season One clips. After giving up on YouTube, I removed all the visual effects I added, but left some of the music because otherwise the scene just sounded really quiet mixed in with everything else, and I had grown rather fond of some of the music spots. Also, I did my best to kind of equalize the audio mixing, but I definitely didn't get it perfect. Shouldn't be anything too surprisingly loud, though.

This took me Way longer to make than I would care to admit, and I had a nightmare of a time trying (and failing) to get it past YouTube Content ID, but it's finally up now and ready for all to see :)

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

GREEN BRIGHT FUTURE

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Summary:

Request fulfilled for FlawlessMage!

I really hope you like this!

Notes:

"Hello!

I was wondering if you could write a Bruno x reader story?

Where his partner is a beautiful girl, younger than Bruno, everyone in the village loves her and everyone knows without any prediction that she will have a wonderful life. By the way, the girl is totally in love with the man and admires him every day. Unlike everyone else, she wouldn’t be afraid of Bruno’s strength, but would find it incredible to be able to do so. Sometimes Bruno would think it’s all just a joke, but everyone in his family is trying to make her realize that she’s in love with her.Please give that sweet, cinnamon roll-man a happy, fluff fiction! Thank you so much! I hope you have a pleasant day!"

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You strolled down the main street of the village, the warm sun kissed your lovely features.

Encanto was always bustling with life, people busy building new houses or doing restorations, younglings running around playing their favourite games, someone was singing and playing the guitar along with his friends providing cheerful background music.

As you walked towards the main plaza you waved and greeted every person that you encountered, you were well-loved by everyone, being a kind and nice girl it was easy to like you.

"Buenos Dias, señora Rojas!" You said to the little old woman knitting on the porch of her house.

"Y/N! Buenos Dias to you! The ruana you asked me to sew is almost finished, my dear" she informed you.

"Thank you so much segñora, Encanto would crumble to pieces without you!" You resume your walk as you heard the lady asking "But for who it's for?" And you refused to answer, a smile crept to your face without permission and a warming sensation spread to your chest.

Finally reached your destination, you checked your reflection in the wavy water of the fountain, flattened the folds of your dress and taking a deep breath you headed for the market, not because you had to buy something but you wanted to see someone you were sure was there.

Bruno Madrigal.

Some people still feared him but not you, it felt incredible at first because no one in the village would speak about him, worried about bringing bad luck even only calling his name.

However, you fell for him because you first saw the kindness and the cute awkwardness that made you love him so much.

His face lit up when he spotted you in the crowd.

"Y/N, you're here! I-I brought you the vision you asked, I'm sorry it's not clear as you probably hoped but...it's all I managed to do, I swear." he handed you a shining slab of thick green glass and started to pick at his clothes.

Engraved inside the transparent crystal you saw yourself smiling in front of the village church, waving your hand.

You smiled brightly at him feeling your cheeks warming up, thinking his powers were incredible.

"I'm sure that everyone already knew that your future will be full of happiness, it's what you deserve," he said before realising the words that came out his mouth.

You saw him blush furiously and before you could say anything or thank him, he pulled up the hood of his ruana and disappeared in the mob.

Bruno was cursing to himself on the way home, he hated how much he was inconsiderate in his usual rumblings.

When he was nervous he ran his mouth with so much speed that his brain didn't even catch up, he always felt so nervous around you and even if you two knew each other for a while the feeling was only intensifying.

You tried to follow Bruno through the flood of people but since you didn't succeed, you decided to return home.

You placed his glass vision on the little stand above your bedroom window sill, the sun shining through it tinted the ambient in a jade green light.

You wished that Bruno could see himself the way you saw him, even if your feelings were scary at first, you soon realized that you loved him more than anything, he was the reason you woke up early in the morning and why you always went out wearing your best dress, always walking in front of his Casita just hoping to see him.

Bruno was sitting on the stairs of his home when Mirabel passed by.

"Tìo Bruno, what's wrong?" She took place beside him, lowering the hood still covering his head.

"I'm just an awkward old man that lived with rats for 10 years, what do you expect?" He answered, avoiding watching his niece.

"No I mean, you're upset! Somebody was rough with you?" She bumped him with her shoulder.

"No, mi sobrina. There's a beautiful young woman that lived down the street...she's like grace incarnated. She's always kind to me but every time I see her, I just want to flee." He admitted.

Mirabel considered his words in silence.

"Maybe she likes you, tìo. Maybe you like her too!" She smiled at her bulletproof deduction.

Bruno laughter was full of sadness.

"She's just too educated to reject me like the rest of Encanto did for all my life, this is just some cruel game. Not from her! From...the universe, I don't know..." He explained in exaggerated vague gestures.

"Why don't you talk to her? Invite her over to dinner!" His niece proposed.

Bruno stood up abruptly like he was electrocuted, full of confidence.

"Sure! I go to her and I ask her to come here tomorrow and..." All his excitement vanished "...What if she says no?"

At that exact moment, Dolores and Camilo entered and having accidentally overheard the conversation, they offered their entirely casual help.

"Y/N, sure I know her! She likes eating Buñuelos and drinking sweet wine! " Dolores informed while her brother gave her a look.

"You don't know her, you just like to overhear what people say!" He admonished her, earning an elbow to his arm by Dolores.

"She always walks in front of Casita, Hermano. I know of who we're talking about and-" but she was interrupted by Mirabel.

"Tìo, I got the best idea!" And Bruno mumbled a weak "oh, no." to himself.

"Camilo, shapeshift into Y/N!" She chirped.

Before Bruno could stop his nephew he changed into you and even knowing that was Camilo the person in front of him, his eyes widen and his breath caught.

"It's easy, look at Y/N and ask her out," Dolores said.

"I won't ask out my nephew disguised as a young girl, now if you excuse me..." He said heartbrokenly before heading out of the house.

In the late afternoon, you were putting away the dried laundry still thinking about Bruno, your appetite was not enough for eating so you decided to go for a walk down to the river, just stopping by to señora Rojas to fetch your order.

As you emerged from the lush vegetation that lined the path that led to the river, your ear picked up what sounded like the sound of something falling repeatedly into the water.

Peering from behind a bush, you saw Bruno throwing stones, making them bounce on the surface of the river, your heart skipped a beat.

You were about to leave when you stepped on a branch that made an audible crackling sound, Bruno heard it and turned quickly, catching a glimpse of you.

"Please, don't leave Y/N!" he called as you stopped on your track.

You walked towards him with butterflies in your stomach, as he approached you one of his feet slipped on a wet stone.

You grabbed him from his ruana, out of instinct and pulled him to you, making your purse fall to the ground.

You stayed like that for a bit, watching each other in the eyes until a redness coloured yours and Bruno's cheeks alike and you let go of his clothing murmuring an excuse.

He crouched down to pick up your purse and you noticed a tear on the fabric on his shoulder.

"If that's not a fortune," you thought while he gave your purse back.

"Actually... I was looking for you" Bruno started "I was wondering if you wanted...no this is just a bad idea" he casted his eyes on his sandals.

Feeling courage you never felt before you reached for his face, lovingly cupping a cheek with your hand, he went rigid but leaned unconsciously.

"Whatever you want, it's a yes." You whispered.

Bruno stared at you, incredulous, he wanted to speak but the words kept knotting in his throat, he tried to swallow a few times without success.

You leaned in to give him a quick peck on the other cheek and he melted like butter.

"Bruno, I know it might be strange but...I love you. I admire your incredible strength, how much you care for your family, the kindness you have towards me and even the people that have wronged you in the past. You're incredible, Bruno Madrigal. There is no day when I don't think about you." You confessed with a trembling but sincere voice.

The man's eyes started watering "Is this real?" he whispered.

You nodded, he swept you up from the ground, hugging you tightly and spinning, laughing and crying for happiness.

Putting you back down he gently bumped his forehead with yours and brushed your noses together.

"Y/N, I realized that I love you too, for a long time now. I was scared that was just all my imagination b-because...you're younger than me and beautiful and you shine like a gem. I'm just a... I'm just an old man who sees the future and-" you stopped his cute studdering with a gentle kiss to his lips, carding your hands into his soft curly hair.

His breath itched but after a second of realization, he returned the kiss, placing his hands on your cheeks.

Everything stopped, you could not hear the sound of the river or the birds singing.

You took his hands then and headed back to the village, you learned that Bruno liked talking a lot about his passions and his family, swaying your joined hands while walking.

You gave him the ruana you brought from the old lady, it was black with bright green hourglasses embroidery and swirling patterns that remembered of sand in the wind.

He kissed you again with joy.

At the crossroads leading to your house, you stopped "Bruno, what were you going to ask me before?"

"If tomorrow you wanted to come over to mi casita for dinner with my familia." He replied.

"I'll be there" you answered back, giving him a peck on his left cheek before he leaves.

"Bruno!" You called and as he turned you saw his eyes widen.

"Goodnight!" You said waiving.

He stood there, in disbelief, because you were standing right in front of the church, waiving with your hand and with a great smile on your face.

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[staybabblingbaby]

Felix Tinder AU (First Date Part) A2 D3

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You match with what you think is a Stray Kids fan account on Tinder. You get along great with the account's owner, and think it's probably your most successful match to-date. Little do you know who's actually behind the screen...

Word Count: 1,580

Notes: So this will probably be the actual beginning. Maybe. Some version of it, anyways. idk, the formatting for this one is a bit... And I still have to figure out how to make fake Tinder stuff without photoshop. I do not own adobe products. This may actually end up being the first writing part in a hybrid SMAU, so it might not be the first part at all. We'll see. I didn't read this one back for any editing notes bc This entire fic is fighting me rn and I don't wanna look at it lol

Warnings: None as far as I'm aware

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist | Next Part (Coming soon!)

You nervously tap on your steering wheel, anxious gaze glued to the side door you were parallel parked directly in front of. You felt sketchy as hell, but this was the manager-approved pick-up method apparently. Or at least leader-approved. You weren’t really clear on the details.

You were still sort of processing that this was your life, actually. Details were a bit secondary to the big picture here, you thought.

At last, the door creaks open and the blond head you’d been waiting for pops out. After a brief cautious sweep of his gaze, his eyes lock on your car. You roll the window down to offer him an awkward smile and a little wave.

Then, with a bright smile that made your heart do stupid little summersaults, Yongbok Felix Lee is sliding into your beat-up little jeep. You’re shamefully distracted by his (very) pretty face for a solid 10 seconds before you roll up the window and start moving to a proper parking spot.

You may be dazed by his presence, but by all things good in this world you were not carting off a (sort-of) stranger without talking to them first.

“Hi!” He’s the first to break the momentary silence, sunny grin on full, blinding, blast in your passenger seat. Your brain stalls a second time as your (again) realize that Stray Kids’ Felix is in your car. Like right now. Currently.

“Wazzup?” You greet back with a cheeky little smirk. You feel a bit bad for Felix. Making light of things was your one and only coping mechanism. You hoped he hadn’t been expecting a serious candle-lit dinner from you.

Well. Candles, maybe. Depends on how late the two of you ended up staying out.

Luckily Felix seems delighted by your overly-casual demeanor, bumping your arm with gentle playfulness. It almost feels like you’re two close friends meeting up after a long time instead of (sort-of) near-strangers.

You know that if he spends enough time with you the shell of confidence you’re currently wearing will become transparent, but hopefully the façade would carry you through tonight.

“We’re just moving so we can talk without being in the way before we head out.” You explain, pulling into a shaded parking spot in the corner of the lot. You’ve pulled hopefully far enough away to not attract attention from the doors, but also not far enough to be creepy.

Felix nods, tilting his head curiously at you. “Sure, what are we talking about?”

You put the car in park and laugh a bit at his cuteness. “Just expectations and whatnot,” You say, unbuckling so you can turn and face him properly.

“Before all that, though, are you a hugger?” You hold your arms open a bit, not enough to actually touch him, and making sure you’re not leaning forward, letting him take the reigns of contact.

You worry you may be being a bit too forward, but you were trying for normality with all of this, and you really did open most interactions with hugs when you could. You were touchy like that.

Fears once again unfounded, Felix grins widely and quickly reels you in for as tight a hug as the two of you can manage whilst still seated. He reels you in so quickly, if fact, that your arms become trapped between the two of you and you struggle for a moment to wiggle them free and wrap them firmly around his waist.

As you settle in, you rock the two of you to-and-fro, and Felix lets out a content little sigh that has you melting into the embrace.

You sort of feel like giggling madly and tearing up at the same time. You feel a bit like you need to vomit, as well, but you hold all three urges back. It’s just that Felix holds you so warmly and delicately, you feel a bit like you might shatter before the night even begins.

You reluctantly pull back before you cross the bounds of appropriateness for a first meeting, skootching around so you can bring your legs up into your seat in a weird pretzel and start the conversation properly.

You want to coo at Felix as he imitates you and gets himself comfy as well. You’re down bad for this man already, unfortunately. IT’s best that you don’t let on quite how badly if you can help it. You don’t know if you can.

“So!” You start with a clap, “First of all, allow me to welcome you to our humble city.” You do an awkward showman’s bow, gesturing as grandly as you’re able when you’ve crumpled yourself into the world’s cringiest ball.

You’re so damn lucky that Felix seems so charmed by you so far. You’re begging with everything you can that your innate silliness will guide you through tis interaction without you panicking too hard.

“I’ve been here for several days now, first of all,” Felix starts, eyes twinkling with amusement and mischief. You play right into his hands, squawking with offense and playfully swatting at him.

You both dissolve into giggles as he tries to catch your hands to keep them from hitting him, and you loudly begin to complain, “Oh well, I’m sorry someone was too busy playing two fabulous shows to come see little ol’ me before now!”

“Oh, come on now, you wouldn’t let me get you seats, you deserve this ribbing!” He retorts back, finally catching your hands and putting a stop to your flailing. He pauses then, and you can practically see the gears in his head turning.

“Wait.” He tugs you forward by your hands, staring you down with an expression of delighted disbelief. “Fabulous show? Were you there?”

You quickly turn your head to hide the mirthful smirk on your face, replying only with a drawn out “Maaaaaybe.”

Felix gasps loudly, letting go of your hands only to lightly slap your knee, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have gotten you backstage or something!”

You wave your hands in front of you, both warding off Felix’s playful attacks nd waiving off his words.

“No, no!” You deny him, continuing on to confess, “I actually had the tickets before we even started talking, I got them right as they went on sale.” You pause and duck you head a bit to hide your blush, “Besides, our first real meeting should be our first date, right? That’s how this works.”

To your slight mortification, you can very easily tell that Felix is trying his hardest not to coo at you, so you quickly rush to move on before he can interrogate you further.

“But we’re getting off track!” You exclaim, pointing at him in gentle threat. He holds up his hands in surrender, but you can tell by the smirk on his face that he wouldn’t let it go that easily. Still, he lets you move the conversation forward for now.

“So, I’m a bit paranoid,” You suddenly confess. Felix’s brow creases with concern, but you continue before he can get any weird ideas into his head, “I just wanna make sure we’re on the same page before we actually go anywhere.”

Felix makes a noise of understanding and gestures for you to continue.

“So I just want to make sure we’re both expecting this to be a romantic date and not, like, a platonic one.” You explain. Felix tilts his head a bit in confusion but nods along.

“Yeah, we’re on the same page there.” He agrees. His gentle smile feels a bit like he’s humoring you, but you plough on regardless.

“And I know we’ve already talked about this, but I don’t put out on first dates. I’m not into hookups, so even if you’re leaving tomorrow I’m expecting this to be the first of many or the first and last date.”

Felix seems to be cottoning onto the intended severity of the conversation, despite its relatively light tone. He nods along, seeming pleased about something. You pause to let him interject, but he just gestures you to continue.

You hesitate a moment, but then finish with, “That’s all, really, I just want both of us to be happy with things at the end of tonight.”

Felix smiles so fondly at you that you think you’ll combust, so you quickly reach across him to open your glove box to pull out a couple of papers, to Felix’s utter bafflement.

“Moving on!” You exclaim, pretending that your ears aren’t burning with the force of your blush, “I also have these!”

You present to Felix a paper with an address and your vehicle details as well as a map with a certain area circled.

“Ok, so, keeping as much a secret as I can,” You begin to babble as Felix examines the papers with confusion painted over his delicate features.

“But I was thinking about what we could do that didn’t involve being in public much and wasn’t expensive or anything, and I came up with a plan. A friend of mine owns some forested land with some nice hiking trails, so I thought we’d start there, but it’s a bit rural and I know it’s weird, so I brought both the lot address and coordinates and my car details so you can tell your people exactly where you’ll be and if phone service dies or anything no one freaks out and-”

You cut yourself off, realizing that you’d probably said way more than you needed to

[crescencestudio]

Devlog #35 | 09.26.23

Hi everyone!

Hope the beginning of Fall has been kind to you all <3 To be Frank, it has not been Kind to me LMFAO. But I'll get into that, so let's dive in yippee!

Before I do, someone liked this post recently, which was such a throwback. It was before the full demo was out and everything!! I was so young and full of life. I'm going to sprinkle some comparison shots of the new assets with the old ones to break up the text and also walk down memory lane with me! (Full GUI not shown as I'm still waiting on the assets)

Chapter Cards (Left: After | Right: Before)

The "Progress"

I'm going to structure this devlog a little differently from the usual template. The main reason being, for those of you who didn't see, I have not been feeling Myself recently.

This month I found myself all out of sorts. While I felt like I was making progress and doing so much everyday read: fighting for my life, when I looked back on things at the end of this month, I didn't feel like I really did much.

On a higher level, I finished fulfilling Kickstarter physical rewards, opened a Kofi shop of the remaining merch, edited Druk's route and continued writing Etza's route, updated assets and code for the updated demo, and then general commission stuff (BGs from Vui, soundtracks from Peter, etc.).

But overall, Alaris felt largely like it was kinda sitting at around the same spot as it did when I entered this month. Which made me a little sad! I had wanted to make So Much Progress on Alaris because next month I won't be able to work on it really. Then, I realized I haven't taken a break from game development since I started it two years ago HA!!!

The Real Progress

Development for me has been back-to-back. Chapter releases every 1-2 months during my first half year of development, Full Demo release shortly after, Kickstarter shortly after, Full Game Development shortly after. When I was feeling burnt out from Alaris, I made intertwine. Then I was Heavily Involved in the development of two games shortly after.

All of this on top of my IRL responsibilities, which include a job, PhD school, and well, functioning as a normal human occasionally.

And then here we are at the end of September 2023, and I'm wondering why even though I creatively want to work on Alaris, I find my brain literally just getting too tired to think.

Etza CG (Left: After | Right: Before)

I think ever since the Kickstarter, I've put a lot of pressure on myself to consistently put out LOTS of updates for each monthly devlog. I don't want people to think I'm not working on things or I'm not committed to delivering after giving me their hard earned money. But now, with two years under my belt, I'm realizing that is... HMM maybe too high of a standard to put on myself for my first game ever. There are many much more seasoned developers than me who don't put that pressure on themselves (which is Good and Healthy).

So this month, I debated scrounging around and gathering all my crumbs to give you all a devlog that you'll be satisfied with. But I decided ultimately that wouldn't be good for me and would honestly not be the most transparent way to present the current process of things.

And so. Here I am. Head in my Hands. Letting you all know that while I'm not "burnt out," I am.... only human LOL (one human at that). And so some months, like this one, will just not have much progress to report. Not because I'm not working on it or any other deeper reason. But because it's physically impossible and unreasonable for me to be continuously pushing out a steady stream of content.

In-Game Sprites & BGs (Left: After | Right: Before)

Next month, I'lll be taking a vacation. It's actually my first Big, Official one in a Long Time! I'm very excited for it. And while I did initially think about working on Alaris while I was traveling on trains or things like that, I decided to respect my own need to be a Human and just take a break for once in my life. I don't even want to say I Might work on things, because that sentiment alone will pressure me to make some progress. So yes. Next month, there will be no devlog or updates. But please rest assured, I am "working on Alaris" by letting myself just Exist and Rest Up!

Not an Alaris screenshot but it is market research that deserves to be included because I played House in Fata Morgana recently and it was Phenomenal!

Thank you all for understanding and your continued support. I'm extremely appreciative to have such a kind and patient community. Hope you all have a wonderful October filled with Fall Treats, and I'll see you in November! <3

[anzuhan]

Meet the almost all-innovade idol group, INN◯ヴェイダ! We promise to form a smile on your faces through elegant, yet cute performances full of life.

{ more info & transparents under cut }

The unit is formed by 3 groups, F◯SIDE, M◯SIDE & X ⦁ Y ⦁ Z —

— F◯SIDE [ unit formed by the 3 female members of INNOVATOR that is sure to steal your heart by their dashingly adorable stage acts♡ ] ;

— M◯SIDE [ unit formed by 3 of the male members of INNOVATOR, their exquisite and unique performances will be catching your eye! ] ;

— X ⦁ Y ⦁ Z [ unit for the last remaining INNOVATOR members as well as the single unit for one of the duos - though sometimes they may be more than 2! XYZ's refined air and focus on their fans is breathtaking. ]

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EXTRA

+ more words

after ... several days and a total of 10h of work (if taken in total of just literal drawing and editing -otherwise itd be far more (´ω｀*)) it's finally done!!!! wow!!! i will be playing with these pngs for a while now. and maybe you'll do that too by having the transparents. there were a bunch of 'hardships' to overcome but i think it all ended up great in the end! I will be talking about some of the work behind the stages too now, as well as ideas and more of the. technical? work. you can stop reading now if you're not interested in what led to this and the inspirations behind it — in which case i hope you adored this at least 5% as much as i do (っ´ω｀)っ

i think it goes without saying i love idols, especially very idol-y music. i'll never go on without it. i love playing dressup with characters and myself all too much as well ; with ribbons ideals of ruling over the earth, im sure he would be happy to find there is another way of doing that without losing your forces either! wow. howd no one tell him of this before? if violence need be at any point, he'd have the whole squad ready as well. Initially i wanted to make the main outfits more uniform for everyone, though because there will be a lot of focus on duos in the end i went with color-coded ones (much like LiPPS from im@s ! though theyre not made of duos for each color - imagine that were the case and youd get this unit). The duo part was also a problem, because regene would've been left out, which is why i decided to take on the indigo suit too. we do look a little odd compared to the other duos though but oh well ♡

Onto the naming, INN◯ヴェイダ has a lot of meaning within it - ◯ is generally a censor for words, though the circle plays a general theme for the naming in all of the main units. in the name for the main group, it simply replaces the O in innovator ; ヴェイダ (lit. veida) was the closest thing i could get to that'd sound both like Veda & innovator (together with the beginning inno). With the maru (◯) being consistent within all other names, the male - female units can be read as both F SIDE/M SIDE or F MARU/M MARU, whichever is more to your liking. XYZ is named the way it is due to - if needed - more of the gaga forces would join in for their performances. initially i wanted to name it ETC but that seemed a bit rude towards bring and divine, i did not want them to feel as simply just 'what's left' of the group, and theyre also generally forgotten alongside the gaga forces ＿|￣|○ i did want them to have their spot too. So i ended up going with XYZ, similar enough to ETC by being the end of the alphabet but it also implies more mystery - besides it sounds cooler too. i think. The tagline is also "Towards a future of YOU & I" (mentioning you in caps first to capture the attention of the reader & to feel inclusive of fans and caring) is that due to.. well. ribbon's wishes of world domination (though idol activities now!) though i think this may be obvious enough.

Though i didnt spend time on them nearly as much, i hope the (very fastly done) logos look good too - main INNOVATOR logo is made fully custom from scratch ; kinda ran out of ideas for the rest and just made them with various premade fonts </3

Ending words - if you got here, first of all thank you for reading all this and being interested in the idea as well 😭 is it clear by now that the innovators specifically mean a lot to me.. probably! i hope they mean something to you too, or that i will at least get to spread a bit more positivity for them through my art (人´∀`)♪

[glitterguts13]

can I request a noncon / forced pregnancy with Xingqiu getting impregnated by a monster of your choosing from genshin (hilichurl, abyss creature, etc) and then Chongyun coming across him and is horrified to find Xingqiu with a full term belly and in labor, and then helping him through it 🙏

I was just thinking about this earlier!

I like to think hilichurls are born as mini versions of their adult selves, just smaller. Sort of like some animals, ready to hit the ground and go the second they leave the womb, and since there are so many of them across Teyvat, they must reproduce quickly with multiples. TW: NON-CON, GORE

Long, slender fingers grasp helplessly at the air. The hilt of his sword was right there, inches from his fingertips, if he could only stretch his arm a little more, he'd be alright. All he needed to do was try harder and reach further, and this beast would be dead in seconds-

An axe buries itself into the dirt close enough to his fingers he can feel the heat of the blade. Xingqiu pulls back, twisting, legs kicking out from under him before a large, dark-furred hand wraps around his left arm and pulls.

The socket almost pops out of place, and he screams. His lithe body made dodging incredibly easy, but it did nothing to help him fight his away out of the monster's firm hold.

"Let me go!" he howls, one leg coming up enough to kick the Mitachurl in the face, the mask doesn't budge, and the wind is knocked from his lungs as his small body is slammed into the ground.

The world spins above him, teeth aching from knocking together so sharply. The cool fall air is suddenly much more present, the clothes covering him being torn to ribbons.

"S-stop!" Xingqiu tries to struggle, but the Mitachurl clamps a hand down over his neck. Oxygen is quickly sucked from his lungs, eyes watering as a silent scream falls from his lips.

The monster's massive cock, weeping precum and rock hard, slams inside of him without any warning. His hole tears, hot pain shooting through him. Black and white spots blur his vision, ears ringing so loudly the young man can't even hear the breathy grunts the creature was letting out with each unforgiving piston of its hips.

By the time his hole is being pumped full of cum, belly bloating from the sheer amount of it, Xingqiu finally loses consciousness.

~~~ No word of Xingqiu has been uttered in weeks. Hope was lost after the first month, but Chongyun wouldn't allow himself to be so easily convinced. Xingqiu wasn't weak, he was out there, somewhere, waiting for help, and he wasn't going to fail his friend.

Mitachurl activety had increased a few miles outside of the Chasm, and as his claymore slices through the last of the outbreak, Chongyun's sharp ears catch something.

It's distant, nearly lost to the sound of howling winds, but Chongyun focuses harder.

It's sharp, coming in long wails before falling silent.

It was human, and whoever it was was in trouble.

Hope and fear sparks inside of him, boots pounding clouds of dust as Chongyun ran headlong towards the sounds of distress.

A small cave on the outskirts of the chasm, the remnants of a Hilichurl camp, the fire still smoking. Another desperate scream pierces the night air, and Chongyun is certain he knows that voice.

Crawling into the small space, he finds a hidden cove, filled with stolen blankets and some rotten food. Curled up against the mess, Xingqiu writhed helplessly. A chill ran down Chongyun's back at the sight of his dear friend.

He'd always been thin, but now, Xingqiu looked downright emaciated. His belly was grotesquely swollen, the skin pulled so tight it was nearly transparent. Something inside squirmed, pushing the mound into unnatural shapes and causing the young man to sob harder.

"U....ungh!" Xingqiu's legs snap open, a flood of liquid gushing from his leaking hole. The weight of his belly dropping, whatever was inside was pushing closer to its only exit.

"Xingqiu, Xingqiu, it's me!" finally finding his voice, he kneels beside of his friend, pushing the damp hair from his eyes. The young man looks up at him wildly, tears and snot coating his pale face.

"Don't look! Don't look at me, please!" he wails, trembling hands coming up to hold his bloated gut, "Don't look, please!"

"It's ok, you're going to be ok. I'm going to go get some hel-" the scream that fills the small cove causes Chongyun's stomach to drop. He hazards a look between his friend's legs, swallowing thickly at the sight of something dark and damp starting to bulge.

"It's coming out! Make it stop, please!" his legs curl back further, hands shooting down, trying to reach around his heavy womb to hide the sight of his crowning hole.

"No, no, you have to let it come out," Chongyun soothes, moving his hands back, "When it comes out, you won't be in pain anymore, ok? So let it come, push it out for me, ok?"

Xingqiu sobs, grunting weakly as he bore down. His efforts seemed weak, but the creature inside his body thrashed violently. His belly swaying from the force, the head of the hilichurl popping out without warning.

"No!" the young man continued to scream, sobbing, "Don't come out, don't come out!"

Chongyun feels bile rising in the back of his throat, the hilichurl's shoulder pops free, and the beast pulls itself from Xingqiu's twitching body.

Chongyun doesn't think, cleaving the monster down before it can stumble onto its legs.

"You did it, you did it Xingqiu, it's all ov-" horror fills him, heart nearly stopping when he realizes his friend's bloated belly was still squirming with life, the second Hilichurl already wiggling its way into his birth canal, as an unspecified number continue to slosh about in his fertile womb.

[17snifflesandsnzes]

Finally, here's the "running in the rain" fic! Hope you enjoy!

I Would Do It Again For You, Always

Dino pov:

Award show season was without a doubt the hardest time of the year due to multiple reasons. One of them being that we were almost always on tour during them. Another reason is that we had to choreograph a lot of new and distinct performances for all the award show stages as a lot of general kpop fans watch them. Which was why BSS and I were currently locked up in the practice room. Our managers and the company had decided to let BSS perform at the GDAs along with Seventeen and for a special surprise, I had decided to do the rap in Fighting. This had, however, made me have to practice a lot more than the other members since I had to write and practice my rap as well as practice for the concerts we were doing. So now that I was finally done, BSS had decided meet up on a rainy Saturday afternoon to settle on some choreography for the performance. It was safe to say that it hadn't been going so well. 

Everyone in Seventeen knew that Soonyoung had a lot of pride in his dancing and choreographing abilities as a main dancer. But it was also old news to everyone that Seungkwan was one of the most stubborn members of Seventeen. This, however, wasn't a good match on an afternoon where we were all tired out by our schedules but still wouldn't let our perfectionism go. Soonyoung hyung walked over to the speaker and paused the song. “Let's go again.” He told us, voice slightly louder than normal so that he could be heard over the rain. The sky outside had turned pitch black. Seungkwan groaned from his spot on the floor. “But we've already gotten this song down! Let's just move on to the other one.” Soonyoung hyung turned to him with a disapproving look. “This has to be perfect, Seungkwan-ah. Let's just do it one more time.” Seungkwan stood up reluctantly but got into his position anyway. When we all took our own positions, Soonyoung hyung turned on the song. After another full run-through of Fighting, Soonyoung went over and paused the song again. I caught his eye and immediately knew that he wasn't satisfied. I'd seen that look in his eyes and mine a lot whenever we practiced together. As Soonyoung turned to Seungkwan and Seokmin again, Seungkwan let out a yell of frustration. “Let's just move on, hyung! We're good at this song already and all of us are getting pretty tired. Could you let go of your perfectionism for today?!" Soonyoung hyung stilled at the words and I instantly knew they had rubbed him the wrong way. He looked Seungkwan in the eyes, his gaze sharp. “Boo Seungkwan, if you don't wanna put in the effort you can leave.” Sensing the tension between the two, I turned to Soonyoung hyung to try and talk him down but Seungkwan beat me to it. “Fine! I'll go! You'll probably be able to practice without me, anyway.” And with that he spun on his heel and promptly left the practice room. Seokmin hyung seemed to have realized the severity of the situation as he turned to Soonyoung hyung. “Hyung, why did you say that to him? And for such a petty reason!” Even though Seokmin hyung looked frustrated, he could probably tell that Soonyoung hyung regretted his words so he didn't say anything else. I went over to the window and when I looked out, I was met with an insane amount of rain. I turned to the other two. “Hyung! It's raining like crazy! I'm gonna go and make sure Seungkwan's alright.” Seokmin nodded immediately. “Sure, Channie. Make sure to stay safe yourself and-” I ran out the door as soon as I got his confirmation, not even waiting for him to finish. 

As I exited the building, I was drenched almost immediately. Cursing under my breath, I started walking in the vague direction of Seungkwan's apartment. The more I walked, the more I was drenched to the point that my clothes were basically transparent. I had also started shivering, the cold wind making chills run down my spine. I felt so fucking cold but I couldn't just let Seungkwan walk into the rain like that alone especially as it was all a misunderstanding. So even though I felt like my fingers were gonna fall off because of the freezing weather, I kept walking. When I was almost at the apartment complex, I saw Seungkwan standing outside the entryway. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, I called out to him. He turned around in shock, meeting me halfway and pulling me under his umbrella. “Chan-ah?! What're you doing here?! And why don't you have an umbrella?!” I shivered violently again and Seungkwan instinctively wrapped an arm around me, looking worried. “Why did you leave practice? And in the rain, for that matter? You know Soonyoung hyung didn't mean what he said.” I said and he sighed softly. “Yeah. I know that. I was just upset, Chan-ah. I needed to get out of there.” I sighed as well, shivering again. That made Seungkwan look at me in concern. “Let's head inside first, Channie. You need to warm up, you're gonna get sick.” I nodded eagerly, following behind Seungkwan into his apartment. Once inside, I immediately leaned against the door, still feeling chills run down my spine. Crossing my arms tightly around my chest, I felt the water drip down from my body onto the floor as I closed my eyes. I felt a sharp tickling sensation at the back of my sinuses come out of nowhere, feeling the burning urge to sneeze grow as my head ducked to my chest. “hih'ItkShUHh!-" I let out a deep sigh, rubbing at my nose. After the sneeze, it felt like my nose just wouldn't stop running. I saw Seungkwan give me a worried look. “Are you okay, Chan-ah? That didn't sound too good.” He walked closer to me and as he felt my forehead, I let my eyes close, shivering again. He let out a breath before letting his hand drop from my forehead, cupping my face with it. “You feel a little warm. I think you caught a cold from being in the rain for so long.” I groaned, my eyes still closed. “I don't wanna be sick, hyung.” Seungkwan sighed before petting my head a little. “I know, Chan-ah. Let's just dry you up first. You go shower, I'll make you some tea, okay?” I nodded wordlessly. I took out a hoodie and sweatpants from Seungkwan's closet before trudging to the shower. Even though the hot water did nothing to clear my sinuses or get rid of the tickle in my nose, it did make my nose run about ten times more than it already was. Great. 

Seungkwan pov:

I was still making Chan's tea when I heard him come out of the shower. I turned around to get a look at him. His eyes were watering like crazy and his nose looked on the verge of being rubbed raw. He was sniffling wetly every few minutes as well. I sighed as he stood next to me, leaning against the counter behind him. We stood there in silence, both of us not saying anything. After a while I looked at him curiously only to find him with his hands cupping his face, breath hitching desperately. “hh'KtCHuhHhh!- hih'AkTShUhhH!-” He groaned after the sneezes, rubbing at his already red nose. I looked at him in surprise. Chan sneezing this much definitely didn't happen often. My attention was drawn back to the present when I heard him gasp, pulling the neck of his hoodie to his face as he turned away from me slightly. “hh'IkTChUhHhh!- hh'GtkShuUhhHh!- hh'hKChuHhh!-” He groaned again as he turned back to me. The sneezes sounded wet and had seemingly zapped his energy, as he slumped against the counter again. But by the way his breath was still hitching, I could tell he was gonna sneeze again. Soon enough, his eyes grew distant and he brought an arm up to his face, his muscles tensing up. “hh'NgtChiiHhH!- hh'HktShuHhh!- hh'AktShUHhhh!-” I giggled at him as he made a sound of frustration almost like a whine. “You really can't stop, can you? Bless you, Channie!” His eyes met mine and even though he was glaring at me, it wasn't very effective due to the irritated tears in his eyes. “Shut up! And thanks.” I laughed loudly at that and he smiled too albeit reluctantly. When I finished making the tea, we went to the living room together. I carefully kept the tea as well as a box of tissues on the coffee table. 

When I turned back to Chan, he was gearing up for yet another sneeze. I waited as I saw his eyes fluttering shut, chest rising and falling with desperate breaths as he brought his hands up to cup his face. “hih’AktShUhHhh!- hht’IkTshUhHhh!-” The sneezes were so forceful that they bent him over at the waist, making him stumble slightly. I put a hand on his back to steady him as he geared up for another powerful sneeze. “hhk’KtChuHhh!- hih’KtShuHhh!-” The sneezes made Chan come even closer to me. I ran my hand up and down his back soothingly and I felt his muscles relax. “Bless you, Chan-ah. Aish, that cold does not sound good.” Chan shook his head lightly, wincing right after probably because the movement made his head hurt. “I'll be fine, hyung. It's just a cold.” I sighed but didn't argue with him, knowing he barely had any energy left as is. We both took a seat on the couch and I felt Chan lean on me, still shivering a bit. I knew he wanted to be physically comforted right now so I let him. After a while, I turned my head to look at him. He met my eyes, smiling softly. A smile of gratitude, I noted. “I would have been fine alone, Chan-ah. Why did you even follow me out of the practice room?” Chan laughed, almost as if he found the question stupid. “Of course I followed you, hyung. Did you expect me to leave you alone?” I rolled my eyes. “But you got sick because of that!” I said, my tone whiny. Chan sat up straight at my words and turned to me, a determined look in his eyes. “I would do it again for you, hyung. Always.” I smiled at him as he leaned back onto me. “You're so sappy, Lee Chan!” He laughed loudly at that, hitting my thigh with his hand. “Yah! Shut up! It's your fault I'm sick right now!” I looked at him in mock-betrayal. “You just said you didn't care about that!” He pouted and then burst out laughing and I laughed along with him. 

We fell into comfortable silence, only broken by Chan's sniffles. I massaged his thigh as he continued to rest his head on my shoulder. After a while, I nudged Chan. He sat up, looking slightly annoyed at being disturbed. “Shouldn't you drink that by now? I put in the effort to make it.” I nodded towards the tea and I saw comprehension dawn on Chan as he quickly picked up the cup and brought it close to his face. The tea was still piping hot judging from the steam coming off it. Unfortunately, the steam must've set off Chan's already sensitive nose as he handed the cup of tea to me quickly before turning away from me and bringing his wrist to his nose. “hih'AktChuHhh!- hh'NgtChuhHh!- HhH…hh'IktShUhhH!-” Chan turned back to me, sniffling wetly. He smiled sheepishly as he took back his cup of tea. “Sorry. The steam must've set me off.” “Bless you. And you don't have to apologize, Chan-ah. This isn't your fault.” Chan smiled at that as he took a sip of his tea. He finished the tea pretty quickly while I watched him and as he stood up to keep the cup in the kitchen, I got a video call. It was Soonyoung hyung. He wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. I smiled to myself as I picked up the call. Soonyoung's face lit up the screen immediately. “Seungkwan-ah!” He said through the call and I waved. He looked down for a while before meeting my eyes through the screen again. “Seungkwan-ah, I'm really sorry for today. I didn't mean to say what I said and I really didn't mean to kick you out. I'm really sorry, Seungkwannie.” I smiled at him through the screen, visibly seeing him relax. “It's fine, hyung. I understand. You don't have to apologize, I know you're sorry.” Soonyoung hyung nodded and then gave me a curious look. “Also, did you end up meeting Chan? He ran out of the practice room to find you.” I laughed at that. “Yeah I found him, he's right-” I looked past my phone at Chan only to find him leaning against the counter, his arm in front of his face, breath hitching. “hh'HktShUhhH!- hh'HtKChuHhh!-” The sneeze made him bend over at the waist and he grabbed the counter to balance himself. I gave him a worried look. “Bless you!” I said to him and he whispered a thank you to me. “Was that Chan?” Soonyoung hyung called through the phone. I nodded. “Yeah, it's Chan. He got sick while trying to find me in the rain.” Chan joined me back on the couch and leaned over my shoulder to wave at the screen. However, his breath started hitching again and he turned away from the phone quickly. “hih'IkTShUhhHh!-” He sniffled wetly before turning back to the screen. “Oh, I see now. Bless you, Channie! Get well soon!” Soonyoung said through the screen and Chan nodded, thanking him. I waved one more time before hanging up, turning to Chan immediately after. “Are you gonna be alright, Chan-ah? You're really suffering at this point.” Chan laughed at that, leaning against me and resting his head on my shoulder again. “Stop worrying, Seungkwan-ah. I'll be fine. It's just a cold, it'll pass.” I sighed as I shifted a bit to make him more comfortable against me. 

We sat there in silence again. I looked at Chan again when he sat up, reaching for the tissues on the coffee table. “Are you gonna sneeze again?” I asked and Chan only nodded, holding the tissues in front of his face, his eyes fluttering shut. “hih'AktShUhHhh!- hih'HktChiihHh!- hh'HktShUhHhh!-” “Bless you!” I said to him in surprise and he thanked me. I could tell he was gonna sneeze again though as his breath hitched again and he turned to the side. I quickly grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table and held them in front of his face, my other hand going to the nape of his neck. I noticed how he relaxed into the touch, his eyes closing as he gasped softly. “hh'ItShUhHh!- hh'HktChiiHhh!- Hhh…hih'AktShUHhh!-” He took the tissues from me before blowing his nose into them, my hand running through his hair from where it was on his nape. Groaning, he put his head on my shoulder again. “Bless you, Chan-ah!” Chan turned his head to look at me with slightly teary eyes, still sniffling wetly. “Thank you, hyung.” I played with his hair while he yawned, tired out by all the sneezing. After a while, I turned to him again. “I still don't get why you did that.” Chan rolled his eyes but there was no heat behind the gesture. “I told you hyung, I will do it again for you. Seriously, okay?” I sighed softly, taking one of his hands and squeezing it tightly as we fell into comfortable silence again. I could tell Chan was slowly falling asleep with the way his breathing was evening out. With our hands still intertwined, I looked at him and even though his eyes were closed, I could tell he was paying attention to me. “I love you, Channie.” I said to him and he smiled. “I love you too, hyung.” He said back, his voice soft and I grinned, getting comfortable as I leaned against Chan too, letting sleep wash over me. And even though I forgot to tell Chan that, I would do it again for him too. Always. 

[clementines-writing-corner]

mental health, the inadequacy of words, & being kind to yourself

Hello friends.

I am going to be very transparent with you all. I did not get anything done this week. It was a very rough week for me mental health-wise and I could barely drag myself through completing my class assignments, let alone think about writing creatively for fun. (Technically this blog is a class assignment for now, but I try to think of it as a fun hobby so I don’t burn my inspiration out. Having to post once a week for class is just extra motivation to continue to work on my creative writing as opposed to neglecting it for “more important tasks”.) 

I was disgusted with myself this week. I was bone dead exhausted. I kept wanting to cry and cry and cry and never stop, yet the tears would never come. I was so, so very angry, at life, at the world, at myself,  in a way that I rarely ever experience. I felt like I could shatter to pieces at any minute. 

I had a talk with my cousin the other night at a family birthday party about the inadequacy of language, particularly the English language, to truly capture emotion. I envy poets and authors who have the skills to evoke even a mere fraction of the emotions they are feeling or projecting upon their characters through the limited conventions of words. I hope to harness such skills someday. I am most certainly not there yet. I cannot even begin to describe to you the depths of my headspace this past week, and yet I still try. To be quite frank, I have not had a depressive episode so bad in months. It makes me all the more glad that I finally made the decision to attend therapy/counseling. 

I know at least one thing my wonderful therapist (she truly is lovely) will tell me when I visit her this week. I need to practice being kind to myself during tough times. I often get so frustrated when I can’t find the motivation to “properly” do my work or devote my time and energy to something important or beneficial, such as working my creative writing muscles as I do in this blog. And I have always been the type of person to project that frustration and anger inwards, instead of letting it explode outwards. But being negative will only keep me trapped in a vicious cycle of mean thoughts and hurt feelings. Being kind to myself, and giving myself space to rest, recharge, and eventually regain motivation is extremely important. I would do well to remember that more often. And I don’t think I’m the only one who could use a reminder. 

I apologize for dumping that on y’all and the jumbled mess I feel that this post has become, but I think it’s important to be transparent about my ups and downs, in life as well as in my writing. I’m still pulling myself out of the hole I dug this past week. Yet, I do want to reassure you all that I am okay. I may not be great, or even good, but I will get there in time. I am okay.

Whatever you all are going through this week, please remember to be kind to yourselves. And even when it’s hard to, try to remember to dot your j’s and cross your t’s. (Sometimes satisfaction is found in the little things.) It will get better soon. It will.

With lots of love and positive vibes to carry you into this next week, 

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

P.S. This post was a bit of a downer (much like my week) so here is something that made me smile this past week; a bright spot in the midst of some cloudy weather, if you will. 

Autumn is my favorite season, (I oft tell my friends I was built for autumnal weather), and this song is just so hauntingly beautiful and melancholic. It almost hurts in a good way. When I stumbled across it this past week, I played it on full blast in my car with my heat pumping but the windows rolled all the way down on my way to class. It was the best. ᕱ__ᕱ

[wildstar25]

This reply really made me go 🥺 !!

Likewise, Arsay sees Nivienne as a valued friend and exemplary adventurer of whom she can put her trust in. Nivenne is always on the list of first people to contact when recruiting aid for dangerous missions. She believes Nivienne to be an incredibly skilled caster rivalled only by her partners, a beautiful dancer who can manage to maintain her graceful appearance despite how calculated her movements are, and a fantastic healer in any situation.

That said, It didn't take long for Arsay to pin the Elezen down as a bit of a high-strung know-it-all, however, that sort of thing wouldn't bother Arsay one bit. Arsay is always trying to be what she thinks she should be for others. When matched with someone like Nivienne, - Someone who got visibly frustrated upon hearing an explanation arcane geometry without the slightest mention of actual geometric theorems - Arsay would double down on her silly antics, bullheaded optimism, and can-do attitude, all in an attempt to get her friend to loosen up. A part because she would legitimately think it's what Nivienne needs to bring some more happiness to her life; and a part because Arsay herself is arguably just as high-strung. So she'd be trying really hard not to feed into that kind of energy. It's a bit of a shame, since I'm sure if Arsay was willing to be more open and acknowledge a negative emotion, they'd likely realize the similarities between them and provide some much needed emotional support.

But, Nivienne transparently trying to distract Arsay with things to do TM is so nice and a gesture I think Arsay would greatly appreciate. That gap of time was very hard for a busybody like her. Though, I don't think Nivienne would be able to teach Arsay any thing more than a chain stitch... G'raha will be gifted so many hand knit scarves in that case. And Nivienne would get a bunch of mini tea towels to clean her glasses with! The knit quality going up as Arsay regains strength in her hands <3 Thank you Nivienne <33

If there are occasions where Arsay does pick up on Nivienne's bitterness towards their disparities, Arsay would honestly feel quite bad about it. The last thing she wants is to be a sore spot to her friend. A younger Arsay would probably pull herself away from the situation entirely. Eliminating the problem, so to speak. Thankfully the Arsay Nivienne is familiar with is much more determined to maintain the friendships she has. So, instead, Arsay would proceed to ramble on with a lot of "glass half full" statements to try and cheer her tall friend up!! Especially if it came to some so serious as her love life!

"Sure, you can't see each other every day, but, doesn't that make the times you can be together all the more special? That tingle you get when you know you're about to have 'em close, the way your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet again. The sudden knot in your belly when you realize they're some how more beautiful than you remember, and you can't but feel like you're falling in love for the first time all over again? 'N when she gives you back that look you know is just for you?" Arsay cups her hands to her cheeks. With a tilt of her head, she lets out a dreamy sigh. "All that... It makes you feel so alive. The heartache is worth it for that, don't you think? If not, the part where you 'make up for lost time' surely is~" She snickers, bumping Nivienne with her elbow in jest. Arsay gives pause for a moment hoping her crude joke would land. Her tail dropping at the sight of her friend's unimpressed glare. She crosses her arms as she continues to speak, "I'm ever grateful for the time I get to share with Shtola and Raha; but I'll admit it's made things harder too. The times we have to go our own ways? Right awful. Mhmm. Like I'm caught in the southern front with a deathclaw comin' at me and my daggers are missin'!" Arsay lets out a reflexive hiss at the picture she painted herself. Her ears twitch back and she looks up at Nivienne with a sorry look on her face. "...It's real hard being alone- feeling alone. All you can think about is how they're somewhere far away and out of reach. Knowin' you can only hold on to them in your heart for the time being. A part of you prayin' they're out there doing the same for you... It's amazing how well you manage to power through it, Nivienne." Arsay doesn't allow a second to let the weight of her words sink in. Her expression quickly shifts to something much brighter. Enthusiasm returning to her voice as she beams. "You're really strong! Remember that! Shtola will figure out shard travel in no time I'm sure! Then, the two of you will get to live happily ever after just how want!" With that Arsay gives Nivienne a hardy slap on the back. It doesn’t take long for the miqo'te, grinning ear to ear, to present the elezen with an enlistment sheet for the day's frontline engagement and a quill to hopefully sign with.

shamelessly grabbing this trend from twitter. Can be based on vibes or first impressions from a hypothetical meeting or the like!

[purplekiwis]

coming home to Harry fingering himself for the first time because he was curious, but u guys never did that before and he notices u standing there so he gets so embarrassed and pulls his fingers out of himself and he's really sad because 1. he was feeling really good and his orgasm was so close and 2. because he's sad you'll think he's a freak, so he's really awkward for the next couple days, but u end up reassuring him that u thought it was super hot and u tell him to hop up on the counter with his legs bent and you finger him right there. He's moaning so loud and his legs keep trying to close because he's feeling so good

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Holding a vibe to the outside of Harry's hole and he just begs and cries so much for it to be inside him and he ends up cumming from just the vibrations on his hole 🥵🔥💦💦

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subrry blurb: soft spot

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Sextoys

Wordcount: 3.8k

hey guys! 💗 first of all, thank you to everyone who helped flood my inbox with amazing requests these last few weeks! I really love them and I want to reply to as many as I can! The thing is... I'm a very slow writer 😥 So, to make things quicker, I'll try to do some mixing and matching, not only because it helps me move through requests faster but also because I think some of your requests can fit really well together. I hope you like this one 💞

AN : Just so no one gets confused, this is before Harry and Y/N moved in together.

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“Baby! Can you come help me with your manly strength?!” You called from the hall as you walked inside your apartment. Arms full of transparent bags with coats underneath.

The weather was starting to get a bit chilly so you had sent all your winter coats to the dry cleaners, just so they were good to go by the time you needed them. They had called for you to come get them last week, but you hadn’t had time to go there yet.

It was mostly laziness from your part, but it also didn't help that they closed near you clock-out time. You'd let Harry know about your postponing earlier that day, which had been a mistake since now he kept teasing that they were going to throw your coats out. That was what ultimately made you jump in your car right as you clocked out of work that day to go pick them up.

You’d left in such a rush that you didn’t even properly say goodbye to Harry... who had been spending his day off with you at your apartment since you had the possibility of working from home. You just shouted from the hallway that you were going to pick up your coats and slammed the front door.

And now he wasn’t replying to your call for help.

Had he left?

You were already feeling a little ill at heart thinking he might have gotten upset over your shortness of affection and went back to his apartment.

He had done it once before for feeling like he was bothering you while you worked, so it wasn't that unreasonable to think he might have pulled a similar stunt. Thankfully the faint noises coming from your bathroom as you walked by proved you wrong before you had the chance to start phone bombing him. “Harry?” You called a bit louder.

“Y/N?!” His voice sounded half squeaky and was followed by the thud of something falling to the floor. The weird buzzing sound you’d heard before got louder. He cursed. What the hell was he up to in there? His bustling was concealed by the noise of the faucet that had just started running on blast. “Don’t come in! I-uh, I’ll be out in a second!” He yelled, what made the whole thing even more suspicious.

“Okay. I’ll… be in the bedroom.” You said, although you lingered by the door for another beat. There was nothing too fishy after that, so you mentally shrugged and gave him back his privacy.

But when Harry finally appeared at the bedroom door, his demeanor didn't help the funny feeling you’d gotten earlier at all. His face was weary-pink all over. His pupils watery and inflated, just like they got when he got the fuck me eyes.

“Hi!” He chirped but seemed somewhat hesitant to come over to you, which was a odd, taken you were used to him almost knocking you to the ground with the force of his hugs as soon as he saw you were home.

Your eyes narrowed. “Did you clog my toilet or something?”

“I-uh… yeah! A little bit.”

He wasn’t being completely honest. That much was obvious. If it were true, he would have been super embarrassed instead of admitting to it so openly. Before you could start prying for the truth though, Harry seemed to jump out of whatever daze he was in. He hotfooted over and climbed onto your lap and began kissing your face all over. “I missed you.”

Well, at least he sounded honest about that.

“I was gone for 20 minutes...” You tried to reason as you crossed your arms around his back and pulled him for a hug. “What were up to while I was out?”

“Uhhh…” His voice droned, making the situation seem all more suspicious. “Do you want tea? I was going to make one before you got here.”

“And were you going to drink that tea or were you just making one as an excuse to have a cookie?” You asked knowingly. That was one of your secret favorite Harry quirks. The way he always said he wanted tea but then only drank half or less of it, basically what got in the cookies he dipped inside his mug.

“Uh... cookie.” He muttered against your shoulder, trying to hide his smile.

Your hand came down to swat his ass. It was a playful smack, that wasn’t supposed to lead to anything other than maybe some flirty banter. And it would have probably been like that, if it wasn’t for the soft, needy mewl Harry let out in response and the roll of his hips that followed.

“Are you horny baby?” You asked, a little surprised but not entirely shocked.

“Yeah… so horny.” He admitted, pressing his front against your belly. Had he been this hard the entire time? You were only now feeling it. “Can you help me, please?”

**

After the love-making was done you kept Harry company in the kitchen while he had his tea- dunked cookies. He said he felt fine, but in your eyes, he'd gone a little off-beam after his orgasm, so you kept him close. Holding his hand over the tabletop and playing with his fingers. Something else in his mood was off though. He seemed… impatient. Nervous about something. What brought your mind back to what he might've been up to in your bathroom when you got home.

Whatever it was, you knew it was unlikely that he’d left evidence behind that would help you ferret out the truth… or at least that was your impression until you saw his eyes pop as you excused yourself from the table to go pee. Scratch that first thought. There was definitely something in there.

What was it? You asked yourself as you stared around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. There was nothing hiding behind the shower curtain... none of your bathroom trinkets were broken or missing...

Everything looked right as you had left it.

The only thing that stood out to you was a tiny foil edge from one of the Sephora samples you kept but never got to use. It was peeking out of one of the counter drawers. You were guessing Harry shouldn't have anything to do with that, but you still opened the drawer to fix it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked inside. There had clearly been a stir up in there since the morning. You snorted. Had Harry been going through your face stuff? Was that it?

Chuckling at his silliness, you began to fix the jumble he’d left behind. Only you never got the chance to get far into your tidying, because your hands grasped something that made them go motionless. There was a silicone-textured thing stowed at the back. One that certainly didn't belong at the bottom your bathroom drawer. It was still lukewarm too…

Harry. That sneaky, dirty little shit…

**

It was cruelly amusing for you to watch Harry’s uneasiness for the next 2 hours, since you had taken it upon yourself to basically make it impossible for him to do what he so obviously wanted... which was to put your toy back in its proper place without you noticing.

When you asked what he wanted to do after dinner, he suggested watching a movie in the living room. Most likely hoping you'd fall asleep on the couch halfway into it, but you said you would prefer to do that in bed by using the half-assed excuse that it was much comfier for cuddling.

So the bed is where you ended up, although you hadn’t put any movie to run yet. And speaking of running, that was what you did when Harry asked if you could go microwave some popcorn. His face lit up once he saw you get up to leave the room. “You must really want that popcorn, huh?” You asked, unable to pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little.

“Huh?” He asked back, a little confused by the question.

“You look really excited about them.”

“Oh uh, yeah. I am. You know… my sweet tooth and all...” There was a smile on his face as you left the room, but it faded back into a moue once he realized you hadn’t waited by the microwave for the popcorn to be done like he was expecting you to. Instead, once he was sneaking back inside the bedroom from the bathroom, he was met with you already plopped over the mattress again.

You could hear his feet doing a quick one-eighty back to where he had come from. The microwave dinged then, and you didn’t miss a beat. “Since you're halfway there, you don’t mind going to get our popcorn do you?”

Even though you couldn’t see Harry's face, you could practically feel the frustration steaming from him as he replied. “Yeah fine. I’ll go get it.”

The following time he walked into the room with his adorable fretful face and a bowl of popcorn in his hands was the moment you became aware that you were physically incapable of carrying on containing your smirk for longer. Up until then you'd been concealing it with covert bites to your lip, but your facade was crumbling. The annoyed frown on his face was too cute to ignore. “Baby,” You called him, patting your lap. “Come here.”

He froze by the door. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just wanna talk to you.” Your reply did little to nothing to break the ice from his features. “Come come.”

He looked hesitant but still went, straddling your lap just like he had earlier. “I know you have been playing with my toys.” Even if you didn't know for sure, the way he buried his face in your neck and clung to your shirt would have given him away. And yet, despite the truth being self-evident, he still shook his head. “No? Are you sure? I feel like you have…” You pressured, running your hand through his hair. “You can tell me, you know that don’t you? I won’t get upset or think it’s weird…”

Harry’s voice was small when he asked, “You promise you won’t?”

“I promise.” You assured, before having a try at asking something to which you also already knew the answer to. “So which one did you use?”

“I don’t know.” He responded, sniffling before offering a few more details. “It was like, a small orange one? It got warm when I turned it on…”

“Oh. That's a good one.” You praised, genuinely enthusiastic. “Did you use up the whole battery?”

“Uh… I don’t think so?!” He said, pulling his head off your shoulder to see you. “I- I barely got to start ‘cause you, you know…”

“I interrupted didn't I?” Your voice filled in when his trailed off. He nodded fickly. “I’m sorry lovie... If I had known what you were up to, I wouldn’t have bothered you. It must’ve felt so good over the tip, right?” You noticed his face turning red, before he hid it in your neckline again. “What is it baby? Did you use it somewhere else too?” He let out a groan. His nose pushing deeper into your neck. “You don’t wanna tell me?”

You felt his head shake firmly. “Can we put on the movie now, please?”

“Yeah, of course.” You let up, resolving that you would wait and approach the topic again later, whenever he was in a more relaxed headspace.

That was the right thing to do.

In theory.

In practice, it was proving to be much more difficult than it should be.

The mental image of Harry using your toy to get off was making your brain restless. You wanted to know how it looked like against the pinkness of his tip. You wanted to see him shake and moan from all the sweet vibrations. You wanted to see... but most of all you wanted to help.

You weren’t upset that he’d gone and explored a little by himself. It was only natural and healthy... but you also couldn’t help but want to be there next time he got off like that. You had to be there. Whether you would be using the toy on him or waiting for him to finish to call him a messy boy and clean off his mess with your tongue was just a minor detail.

You sighed. Someday, maybe.

After shaking the thought away from your head for the millionth time that night, you got up from bed to go grab a glass of water from the kitchen while you waited for Harry to come back from the shower he’d went for after the movie ended. As you walked by the bathroom, his voice startled you, coming from the door you werent expecting to be ajar. “Where are you off to?” He asked.

“Kitchen.” You replied as you stood and watched him.

“Hm.” He hummed, “Why did you stop here then, found something you'd like to eat better?” He had the audacity to ask when he saw you look him up and down as he dried himself. And well, then, your mind sorta went blank.

One second you were standing by the bathroom door watching him run a towel down his legs, the other you had him sat on the bathroom counter while your mouth sucked on his neck.

“I haven’t put it back.” You mumbled against his skin. “The toy. I saw it and… haven’t put it back. I was hoping you'd let me see or um… maybe I could use it on you? If you want.” Harry’s grip tightened around the roots of your hair. His yes was murmured as he craned his neck to the side for your lips. “Are you sure? You don’t have to say yes just because I asked…”

“I want,” He stuttered. “I want you using it on me. Have been thinking about it all night.”

Harry’s towel hit the floor, leaving him bare to your ravenous eyes and hands. You ran them all over him, before blindly reaching in your drawer to pull out your poorly concealed sex toy. You turned on its buttons with owner familiarity and applied the same concept to his body. Making use of your knowledge on his soft-spots to trace a path down the skin of his chest with the toy. One you knew would give him goosebumps...

“You’re nervous?” You asked lowly, noticing him wince once he felt the vibrations you were ruling dancing over his pelvic region.

He swallowed and nodded. “Just ‘cause we have never done this before.” He assured you, curling your fingers together with his. “Don’t stop, okay? I want it. Ah fuck-” Harry moaned once he felt the vibrations progress down his pelvis and reach the place he was most sensitive in. He squeezed your hand tightly. So tightly that you felt his nails dig sickle-shapes over your knuckles.

“Do you like it here, like this?” You asked, lightly coursing the vibrator throughout the sides of his length. You smiled once you noticed his body stiffening, in more ways than one. He moaned, and with a pleased hum you drove the vibrations up to his tip. “How about here?”

“Ngh! Yes!” He breathed into the space between you, with his eyes fixed on the place your toy was circling his pink glans. Its lumpy, vibrating edge now dampened by the watery fluid deriving from his pleasure.

It left behind a wet trail as you drove the toy down, pressing it right between his balls. It gave him a spasm and made him giggle, which made you laugh too. So he was ticklish there... you'd make sure to remember that next time he acted like a brat. The possibility of using a vibe to turn Harry into laughing, crying, bouncy mess would add a fun twist to your punishments for sure. But, for the time being, you were going to play nice and make him feel good. Hence why your hand guided the toy a little further back, to massage his perineum. “Do you like it here better?” His confirming answer was groaned into your ear. “Yeah? I bet you put it somewhere else too while you were playing by yourself though, didn’t you?”

Harry nodded frantically. “L-Lower.”

“Where’s lower, baby?” You played dumb, even though you knew exactly where he meant. You wanted to hear him say it, which he didn’t, but his body was telling you all you needed to know. He had leaned back against the mirror and pulled up the heels of his feet to rest over the counter’s edge. He’d done it unthinkingly, but for a reason. The reason being that he wanted his pretty, puckered hole to be showing. He was showing it to you… trying to lure you into going there.

“It would be easier if you used your words, pup.” Harry let out a fussy whimper at that, reaching to grab your hand and guiding it there himself just so he got the vibrations right where he needed them. “Oh... there! That's the spot isn't it?” You smiled mischievously, whilst gently moving the toy around his opening. “Did you put it in, earlier? Can't imagine a greedy little thing like you not taking things a bit further than this.”

“I tried but it was too tight. It hurt, so I stopped and... used my fingers. I was going to try again after, once I was a bit more open.”

“Was it your first time trying that?”

“Yeah.” He answered through a sharp inhale. “I don't know why but... the other day when you used your plug in front of me, I- I got curious. I wanted to know what it was like…” His breathing stuttered. “I’m sorry I went behind your back. It wasn't very nice... especially since it was your toy.”

“It's okay, you have nothing to apologize for. You can use my- well, our toys whenever you want.” Harry’s eyes pressed closed as he leaned over to kiss you. His lips were still flavored from the popcorn, sticky sweet and buttery. The taste matched his kisses perfectly. “Did it feel good, with your fingers?” He nodded, despite the blush in his cheeks. “Do you wanna try mine?”

“Yeah, I wanna.” He murmured. “Sex stuff always feels better when it's you doing it.”

“You better remember that next time you feel like playing without me.” You bantered as you passed the toy to his hand. “Don’t turn it off, keep making yourself feel good.” You said as you bent down between his legs to collect a bottle of lube from the cupboard. This one was still new, but it was best for toys than the silicone-based one you had on the bedside table. You poured a generous amount on your fingertips and gently spread it around Harry’s rose colored button until it was glistening with a syrupy glow.

“Feels good?” You asked while using your lube- coated fingertips to massage around. Trying to coax his muscle ring into relaxing.

“So, so good.. Please k-keep going.” Harry’s eyes looked glossy, like your fingers slowly pushing into his hole did. The fit was tight, but the extra lube you added helped smooth the thrusts of your hand. “I can’t believe you’re actually. Fuck- you’re really fingering my ass right now.”

“I am.” You smirked, “And one day I’m going to fuck it- fuck you, just like you do me. But I’m gonna have to stretch you out first. Ruin you a little.” Harry moaned at the filthy promise. His tight muscle throbbing around you fingers. “You’re going to love it, I know… and I’m going to be gentle. I’m going to be so slow and gentle with you that you won’t even realize you’ve been ruined. Not until you’re face down, ass up with a strap all the way inside you, anyway...”

“Fuck, Y/N… you’re killing me.” Harry whispered, arching his back against the mirror. Making it rattle loudly against the wall. “Please. Please, I want it now. I want you to fuck me now.”

“Not yet love. You're still too small for that. Can’t you feel how tight your hole is? I can barely move my fingers… you’re clutching so hard.”

“But it feels so good…‘m so close…” He muttered, getting a hold of the hard cock pressed up against his stomach and stroking it. The vibrator was still being pressed to the underside of it, one of the places where he was most sensitive.

“Stop.” You ordered. Harry obeyed with a deep groan, that melted into a loud whimper once you pursed your lips and spat over his erection. “Now touch it. Doesn’t it feel so much better with my spit all over it?”

Your spit added a wet shlick to every drag of his fist. “Yeah- your spit feels so good…” The hand he had stroking at the base squeezed tighter. “I’m gonna cum. Can I- Can I cum?”

“You wanna cum, pretty boy?” You teased, increasing the speed of your fingers just a little bit. “Wanna shoot that load all over your hand?”

“Yes! I- Ngh… I want it so bad! Please, please… let me cum. I wanna cum for you.”

“Go on, then. Cum like a good boy.” That he did. Hard. You couldn’t remember ever seeing his dick shoot spurts into the air like that. There was so much of it one would think he’d been deprived for months… when in reality it had just been a few hours since he’d last orgasmed…

You couldn’t keep from letting your amazement show. Even Harry seemed surprised with himself, “I-um…” He said sheepishly, once he’d calmed down enough to be able to talk. “I think I might need to take another shower…”

“Hm… that might be a bit of a waste…” Your lusty eyes met his for a moment before you leaned down and placed a kiss over his stomach. “Especially when I love to clean you up...” Your tongue lapped up his belly, wiping off a pearly ribbon. “Like this.”

“Can I lick you- after you’re done?” He asked as he watched you lick his cum away. “I wanna say thank you- with my tongue, the way you like.”

Your eyes shot up to stare into his. “Is that the only reason why? You wanna say thank you?”

“No, I just wanna…” He admitted, leaning back over his palms once your mouth moved down to his thighs. “I love your pussy so much. I want my mouth to be on it all the time.”

“That’s good.” You smiled, giving a small bite to his inner thigh. “It’s where it belongs.”

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backyard bbq party [bucky barnes]

Summary: You're a college student who hates visiting home. Bucky is new to town and works with your dad. Your mom thinks you need a break from studying and your dad thinks Bucky needs help meeting new people. Smut ensures. 4.5k SMUT

Warnings: Age gap, flirting in inappropriate circumstances, dirty talk, oral - m. receiving, Bucky is cocky and sees right through you, D/s vibes (but not really), very little Daddy kink (one mention), unedited.

A/n: I don't think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!! Please reblog and lmk if you liked it ❤

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"Hun-" your mother warmly called as she approached you, a transparent plastic container filled with freshly seasoned raw pieces of meat, in her hands, "Take this to your father, ok?"

With unmistakable disgust on your face, you still faked a smile - all for her sake and took the container from her. It was heavy and you did your best to look anywhere but at it as you crossed the backyard, approaching your dad. He was with his back at you, facing the grill, and a man - which you barely noticed at first, stood by his side.

"Dad?" you sighed, "Mom said you should make these right now"

Their conversation stopped in an instant, and the two men turned to face you.

A smile instantly made its way onto your dad's face, "Didn't think you girls would be done so fast" he commented.

You just shrugged, knowing damn well you did not help prepare the food in any way. However, your eyes landed on the man behind your dad. He was tall, definitely well built, his shirt a size too small and his eyes shamelessly boring into yours.

You fell under his spell in under a second. Or maybe he fell under yours. Something definitely happened. A switch flipped inside your brain, and you knew you'd have to work hard to not allow yourself to do, or at least try to do, anything stupid at your parents party. 

His eyes trailed lower down your body, and judging by the way he fought back a grin, it was clear what he had in mind.

In order to keep things from getting awkward, his lips parted into a dazzling smile, as he extended his hand to you, "You must be, Y/n. I'm James Barnes. You can call me Bucky. Or Buck"

"Oh, yeah!" you dad smiled, "You two haven't met! James is the best damn mechanical engineer I've ever seen"

"You work together?" you squinted your eyes, "I never heard of you before"

"He just moved to the state" you father added, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his hand still slowly shaking yours. 

Feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you smiled and excused yourself, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. I'll go now, see if mom needs any more help"

Bucky's eyes didn't leave your frame as you walked away, however you barely managed to take a couple of steps before you heard your mother's voice. "Y/n, baby? Can you go grab the glasses?"

"How many?"

"12" she responded in an instant, and then you took off towards the house.

It was dead silent inside. The house was empty, and already a mess. You took off your sandals and walked over to the cabinets above the sink, pulled out a tray and started looking for the fancy glasses your mother saved for special occasions.

You must've grabbed about 3 or 4 when a deep voice startled you, "Need any help?"

You lightly jumped in surprise, but hoped he didn't notice. "No, it's ok, thank you, though"

"Ok" Bucky mumbled, and you heard the smugness in his tone. 

Unable to fight your instincts, you turned around and looked at him over your shoulder. Leaning against the wall with a small bottle of beer in his hand, he sent you a mischievous wink which almost brought a lump to your throat.

You hurried to turn around and keep gathering the glasses your mother asked for, struggling more and more with each one. When you cleared the first shelf, it was obvious you'd need help reaching the ones higher up, but you weren't about to ask Bucky. Instead, you hiked your dress up your thighs and pushed one of your knees on top of the counter, lifting yourself up just enough to reach the remaining glasses. 

"Careful up there," Bucky laughed, walking over to you.

On a normal day, your palms wouldn’t be shaking and you wouldn't even think about the possibility of dropping a glass or falling off the counter. But he was too close, taking way too much satisfaction from seeing you struggling to maintain your balance. Not to mention the skirt, and the way almost all the skin of your thighs was on display for him.

"You could've asked me to help, you know?" he taunted, taking one more step towards you. There were barely a few inches separating your bodies now, and although you were sure it was your mind playing tricks on you, the heat from his body flooded your senses. He was too close. Too smug, looking at you. But the last straw was when he placed his left hand on the counter, inches away from your knee. That was when you noticed the prosthetic arm as the metallic sound of its vibranium plates overlapping grabbed your full attention. After a momentary lapse of composure, you looked into his eyes but all he did was raise his eyebrows. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Uh, it's ok" you shook your head, turning back to look at the cabinet. "Just five more"

For the remaining glasses, you grabbed them from the shelf, handing them to Bucky to place them on the tray.

When you were finally done, with a gentle grab of your hips, Bucky helped you off the counter, his hands lingering against the thin material of your dress for a bit too long. But you didn't mind. His touch burned and under his gaze, you found yourself turning around to face him, the proximity being nothing other than obscene especially if you were to take into consideration the age gap, and how you met him.

But that was 20 minutes ago. A moment not so conveniently interrupted by your mother barging in, wondering what was taking you so long. Bucky helped you carry the glasses to the table outside, and after that, you parted ways. 

Even though he went back to the rest of the men gathered around the grill, your mind remained fixed on him. You found it almost impossible not to look for him every other minute, and the fact that he managed to catch you staring everytime, made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

And then it took a little bit of devious and manipulative work on your part - to convince your aunt she got the wrong seat. You told her there was a seating plan, and that she was supposed to sit next to your mum. That opened up a seat left of Bucky, and since that seating plan was as unreal as your chances with him, or so you thought, you had to make sure the seat wouldn't be taken by someone else. And you didn't want to make it obvious - didn't want him to know you only chose that spot after figuring out it was right next to his. So you sprinted back into the house, grabbed your purse and placed it on the chair, pushing it as close as you could to the table, so no one could see it. Maybe it's been there for hours, even before any of the guests even showed up. Who'd know?

But of course, once the food had been served and you were all seated, you had to play your cards right. All your confidence seemed to have vanished ever since Bucky took his seat next to you. Casually sipping his beer, having a taste out every single type of food laid out in front of him, cracking jokes every now and then, and the glimpses… And the winks... And the way whenever he had to turn in your direction, his eyes would first land on you, and only then travel to the person he was having a conversation with.

But that was just the start. Soon enough, his attention was more and more directed towards you. His arm on the back of your chair. His jokes solely for you. 

When you figured it was your time to make the next move, after giggling at one of the stupid puns he just made, you cleared your throat and scanned the table. "James, where did you get the olives? Can you hand me the bowl please? I can't see it"

"Oh, yeah" he said, pushing himself up to grab them for you. But conveniently, the bowl was empty. "There aren't any left, doll." he announced after settling back in his seat.

"That's ok" you smiled, ready to stand up, "I'll go see if there are any inside"

The "No" he whispered was way too low for you to hear, but his metal hand grabbing your thigh and pinning you down in your chair got the message across. You turned to look at him confused, but your plan was already going in a completely different and indisputably better direction.

"Here-" Bucky said, using his fork to pick up one of the olives on his plate. "I'm full anyway"

"Thanks" you nervously laughed, raising your hand to grab the utensil, but he stopped you. 

"Open up"

Only for a second did you stop to consider just how bad of an idea that was, but you hurriedly pushed the thought aside and opened your mouth. Your eyes met his as you lowered yourself and grabbed the olive with your teeth, barely managing to hide your enthusiasm as you slipped it off his fork.

"Good?" Bucky asked.

You nodded, "Very. Thank you"

"No problem, doll"

After that, you returned to your plate - some cheese and salad left. None of them looked too appetising right now, you knew what you wanted - two things, but only one of them would be acceptable. So, you lazily gathered some salad leaves into your fork, and turned to Bucky. "Can I have one more?"

"Hm?" he muttered, removing the beer bottle from his lips and looking at you confused.

"One more olive? Can I?"

Instantly, he smiled. "What was that?"

"Can I have one more-" and when his amused smile turned into a devious grin, you realised what he actually wanted from you. "Please?"

He still wasn't satisfied so he just raised his eyebrows, telling you to try again. 

"James? Can I please have one more olive?" 

"Of course" he taunted. 

You didn't know what you expected, of course you'd have to eat this one out of his fork too. However, this time, he didn't bother helping you at all, instead making you lean all the way into him to grab it. 

"Thanks"

"And call me Bucky, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Bucky"

As much as you wanted to keep this game going, the atmosphere around the table shifted. Even though your parents were seated at the other end of the table and on the same side, making it impossible for them to see what you were up to, you still felt like you crossed one too many lines. 

When your demeanour changed, so did Bucky's. He leaned back in his seat, shifting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, until he decided to stand up, announcing he was grabbing another drink for himself. You wanted to ask him to bring one for you too, but before you even managed to get a word out, he was already sprinting towards the house.

In his absence, you tried to calm yourself down and regain your composure, but there was only one thing on your mind. Him. So, against your better judgement, you left your seat at the table too, innocently heading towards the house. 

There you found Bucky, leaning almost all the way in into the fridge, scavenging for another beer. The man emptied your dad's stash before the second course was even served. 

"Whatcha looking for?" you beamed, walking up beside him.

"There's no more beer left" he announced, straightening his back and turning to face you. "I guess I'll have some water"

"I can go and see if there's any in the basement" you offered, "Or you could always go for something stronger"

"What do you suggest?"

"What are you into?"

"What am I into?" Bucky laughed.

"Whiskey?" you questioned, walking around him to open the liquor cabinet. "I hate this rum so I don't recommend it." You grabbed another bottle, "This vodka is amazing, no headaches the morning after."

"That won't be a problem" Bucky chuckled, leaning against the counter. "I'll have whatever you wanna give me"

"You seem like a whiskey kinda guy, is that ok?" 

He nodded in approval, and then watched you pad around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and some ice. "What makes me look like a whiskey kind of guy?"

You took a deep breath, weighing your next words. "Rugged, tall.. handsome. Not my age." You shrugged. "Whiskey". Before allowing him to comment on that, you spoke up again. "What kind of drink do I remind you of?"

He pondered for a second, his eyes studying your every move. "One of those overly sweet girly cocktails, that has way more alcohol than my whiskey, but it's masked by all the syrups and preservatives inside it"

"Really?" you laughed out loud, handing him his glass.

Bucky smiled as he took it from you, raising it as if making a toast, and then took a sip. He licked his lips and sent you an approving nod.

Slowly, you both turned around and started walking out of the kitchen, but unlike you - Bucky stopped in the middle of the house, his voice urging you to do the same. "I'll go out front for a cigarette"

"Can I come, too?" you asked, heart beating out of your chest.

"Please" He urged you, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in front of him. 

With a hand on your waist, he followed you out the front door. It was quiet, the sun shining a bit too bright for your liking. 

You skipped down the stairs onto the pavement, but he stopped and sat down. Bucky spread his legs wide and motioned for you to come in front of him. After you did, with a gentle tug on your hand, he got you to kneel, one step below him. 

"Want a cigarette, doll?" he asked, leaning back to retrieve the pack and lighter from his jeans pocket. 

"No, thanks"

"Don't smoke?"

"Not if there isn't at least a mile between me and my parents" you giggled, placing your hands on his knees. 

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow, lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff. You watched the smoke dissipate to the side, only to have your attention grabbed by him when he placed his free hand on your shoulder. "You're an adult. Have been for years. You live on your own. Why not?"

As he spoke, his fingers curled around the strap of your dress, nonchalantly pulling it down. 

You swallowed thickly, but due to the way he was making you feel, you decided to ignore his action. "What they don't know, can't hurt them, right?"

"Mhm" Bucky agreed, taking another puff and then moving to play with the other strap. "So I was right?"

"About what?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind"

"Tell me!" you whined, pushing yourself up against him. His thighs completely framed your body as you closed the distance between the two of you. "Tell me!"

"Nope" he grinned, his proud smile inches away from your hungry lips.

"Bucky, come on" you pleaded, framing his face into your palms, "Tell me, please"

"No, doll-" he dismissed you, turning his head to the side to smoke. After blowing up the smoke, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, his hands coming up around your body to rest on your ass.

"Pretty please?" you whined.

"Don't push me" he threatened, his grip on your ass tightening to the point where you almost whimpered out loud. Instead, your eyes just opened wide and you bit your lips.

"Ok" you sighed, playfully defeated, "Ok, fine. Don't tell me. But now I'm sad"

"Of course you are, doll" Bucky laughed, grabbing your chin. "I can tell how sad you are. You're not almost bursting into laughter at all"

"Shut up!" you scoffed, slapping his side, but he interrupted your antics with another rough squeeze of your ass.

Unable to keep calm anymore, you dragged your hands up his thighs, stopping inches away from his member. When you looked up to see his reaction, Bucky was already watching you. 

"Can I?" you pouted.

"Stand up"

"Why-"

"Stand up" he commanded again, slapping your ass before you stood up and settled in front of him. "Take your panties off, doll"

"Here!?" you gasped, "What if anyone-"

"No one's gonna see you if you keep quiet and shuffle out of them like a good girl"

With your heart panging in the back of your throat, you slowly reached under your dress and pulled your underwear down. The feeling of cotton slipping down your legs made your shiver, and by the time your panties fell to the ground, Bucky had already stood up.

Wordlessly, you grabbed them from the floor and handed them to him, "Good girl" he nodded and then stepped out of the way, motioning for you to head inside. 

You did so without any further form of complaint, determined to have your way with him by the end of the party. Dessert hadn't been served yet, so you knew there was still time to get to him.

But once you stepped into the house, you barely managed to make it past the hallway before Bucky grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the side. He forcefully pushed you into the small bathroom by the guest room, slamming the door behind him and locking it in one smooth movement.

Now it all made sense. Nerves and anxiety washed over you, but the good kind. You were bursting with emotion, shivering from every joint as your juices finally started running down your legs. You licked your lips and waited for instructions from him, ready to do absolutely anything he'd tell you to.

"Why don't you show me what you're made out of, hm? I wanna see how fast you can make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours"

And that was all you needed to hear before you dropped to your knees in front of him, drooling like a good little girl as you watched him undo his pants. Your eagerness got the best of you. He looked divine, especially from that angle. His thick thigh inches away from your face, his metal hand playing with his belt, his hungry eyes staring down at you, his rugged breathing and the perverse view of his cock straining against his clothes. 

Thank god he was fast, because you didn't know how to control yourself anymore. 

When he finally pushed his underwear down and leaned against the wall, you were ready to show him what you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your palms on the back of his thighs and sloppily took his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit-" he cried out loud when you first sucked on his tip, bucking his hips and clenching his thighs.

Eagerly working him from between hollowed cheeks and with your tongue pressed to the underside of his hardening member, you proceeded to look up, innocently blinking at him. The corner of Bucky's mouth tilted upwards, perfectly expressing the immense amount of satisfaction he was getting. 

When the strain on your neck became noticeable, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and wrapped your hand around his base. With delicate and experienced flicks of your tongue against his slit, you worked on shattering his self control, getting more and more wet as his breathing started to accelerate.

"Fuck, Y/n, you little slut-" he gasped, bringing his hand to rest on the top of your head.

You knew what he wanted, but it wasn't his turn to make decisions. Instead, you ignored his gesture and lowered yourself further between his legs, wrapping your lips around his balls. You sucked slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure that you hoped would drive him up the walls.

"Doll, so good. So, so fucking good" he panted, his cock nearly twitching in your hand as you kept pumping along the length.

Pulling back when your neck needed a break, you settled in front of him again, this time mouth open, and placed his tip on your tongue. No physical pleasure from that, but no amount of shadow could hide the pure bliss in his features. Just having you there, on your knees, with his cock on your tongue, was exactly what he needed to see.

"Come on, baby. It's not gonna suck itself" Bucky grunted, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You nodded eagerly, but he stopped you before taking him back into your mouth. "All the way down, ok? Take my cock all the way down your throat, and when you feel like you can't anymore, go a little further"

You nodded again.

"And don't worry, I'm here to help you, doll"

You wanted to mumble a 'Thank you' but didn't get to, since he hurriedly curled his fingers around your roots and forced your head down his cock. 

The feeling of your throat expanding around him reached your core in no time, making you shiver under his hold. You crumbled to the floor, your knees weak from the sheer feeling of it all, blinking wearily as he kept you down. 

A mere few seconds had passed before, out of nowhere, Bucky pushed you off of him and looked to the door, eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" you mumbled, wiping your chin.

"Thought I heard something"

"You locked the door" you reminded him, "No one's gonna catch us. And that's a bit of a shame, if you ask me"

"Huh?" Bucky frowned.

"I wouldn't mind people seeing me with your balls in my mouth"

His mouth fell open. "You dirty, little whore"

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you licked his tip and looked up, "Don't act like you don't like that about me"

"I absolutely fucking love it" Bucky scoffed, "Don't know what could have possible made you think I don't like it"

"I was just saying"

"Just.. stop talking. Put that mouth to better use for me, ok?"

"Yes, Daddy" you teased and wrapped your lips around his tip again.

"You little-" Bucky started cursing as he shook his head in disbelief, before a rapid knock against the wooden door made your heart stop.

"Buck?" your father's voice echoed around the bathroom, "You in there?"

Without even thinking twice, Bucky forced you back all the way down on his cock, completely blocking your air supply.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" he yelled as you struggled to keep quiet and muffle the way your body desperately begged for air.

"Have you seen Y/n?" 

"Nope" 

The panic that was running through your veins had your oxygen burning faster than normal, the tears in your eyes being the first sign of it. 

"I can't find her anywhere" you dad went on.

No matter how much you tried and how much training you had, in that moment right there, you found it impossible to fight your gag reflex. Before you knew it, a choked down whimper erupted from your throat, forcing Bucky to cough, loudly, hoping to cover you.

"I haven't seen her, man. But, urgh-" The way your throat convulsed around his cock made Bucky weak too, way too close to his release to be able to sound inconspicuous. "Can I- can I have some pr- privacy now? Please? Just - just a sec"

"Are you feeling ok? Do you need-"

"I'm fine!" Bucky yelled. "I'll be out in a sec"

It was not like you were able to hear anything or even concentrate, but as soon as it was clear, Bucky let you off his cock, as he fell back against the wall and you stumbled into the sink.

Gasping for air, you heaved under his stare, eyes wide in shock. "You know I could've kept perfectly quiet without your cock blocking my throat"

"Where's the fun in that?" he panted, getting ready to finish on his own.

"No!" you stopped him, crawling back to him, "Let me!!"

"Just open your mouth" he grunted, and you obeyed.

It took him approximately 30 seconds to reach his orgasm, his hot cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. His moaning and his breathing, and the way his face contorted through endless expressions of pure bliss, had you neatly coming yourself.

When he was done and after you proudly swallowed all that he had to offer, you stood up to fix your lipstick while Bucky cleaned and dressed himself back up.

"Your best friend called. She's having an emergency, you need to get there as soon as possible"

"What-?" you gasped, confused for just a second before you realised there was no way that could have been true.

"Yeah, and I'm not feeling well, so I'll head home. I can drop you off if you want"

And that was what you told your parents. That they couldn't find you earlier because you were talking on the phone with your best friend, reassuring her that everything would be fine and that you'd meet her as soon as possible.

Your parents weren't happy about it, but they didn't shy away from thanking Bucky a million times for offering to drive you. After a sappy round of goodbyes and promises to visit more often from now on, your parents finally returned to the party while Bucky led you to his car.

Once you got in, you didn't even manage to put your seat belt on before Bucky grabbed your chin and forced his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. He dominated the kiss as you melted in his hold, moaning against his lips before he pulled away.

"Been waiting to do that since I first laid eyes on you"

"What stopped you?"

"Had a feeling it wasn't a good idea" he laughed, starting the engine, "Saw what you did to my dick. It was all pink. Don't know how I would've explained lipstick all over my face to your parents"

"Well, excuse me for not wearing blow job proof lipstick to my parents barbecue"

"You're forgiven" Bucky teased, squeezing your thigh as he pulled out of the driveway.

"But why are we leaving though?" you questioned, "You know I have my own room upstairs, right?"

"I know, I know.. but next time we're nearly getting caught, I don't want it to be by anyone who's seen you in diapers"

You burst into laughter, "Oh god, you're right, yeah, that makes a lot of sense! But where are we going?"

"You'll see"

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yelena smut number 4, with a mix of 2 and 9. the begging comes in when y/n gets caught masturbating and she starts desperately begging yelena to fuck her. then yelena overstimulates her.

Beg.

« You wanted me to fuck you didn’t you? »

Yelena x reader smut.

Warning : overstimulation, begging, degrading, squirting, vibrators etc etc lol

Requests prompts here 🦢(I have a lot lot of requests and school started again for me so please be patient <33)

Yelena was coming home from a long day of work, opening the door quietly and making her way to your shared bedroom when she, mid-course, started hearing obscene sounds coming from the room. She froze for an instant, assuming the worst. The blond woman started walking faster and realised that the door was only half open, a small piece of light emerging from the chamber. As she slowly and noiselessly walked to the door, she saw you.

You, completely uncovered in a sitting position, your back arched and your shaky legs spread in front of you. Whines leaving your mouth as you played with your wet folds, your fingers once stroking your clit, once entering your trembling body.

Your girlfriend’s eyes widened and her lips and front teeth made contact as she watched you enjoying yourself. She opened the door, making you stop your current action as you looked up, lips slightly parted and chest moving up and down, following your very uneven breathing.

« Just an hour late and that’s how I find you? You’re nothing but a very filthy girl you know that? »

You quickly closed your legs and looked away.

« Sorry… »

« Such a needy slut. Your show is already over? » She said in a monotone tone as she relaxed her back on the now-closed door behind her, arms crossed.

« You can still join… » You said, still looking away, scared of what you just started.

«  And why would I? You seemed to have a lot of fun without me and I don’t have time to waste on a slut like you. »

« Please ´Lena… It’s not the same without you… » You knew of much your girlfriend loved being praised and how this was the only way to get her.

You slowly moved –your legs a bit sore– and stood up, walking toward her. Your hands made their way to her collar and slowly removed her tie before sliding her black blazer off her shoulders.

« What do you think you’re doing baby? Remove your dirty hands from me. » You could tell by her expression that she was fighting herself from fucking your bare body on the spot.

You grabbed the woman’s white shirt and tiptoed to reach her lips. « ‘Lena please I want you…please… »

As your hard nipples on your bouncing breast made contact with Yelena’s body, a part of her lower body started heating up, making her grab both of your naked thighs to place them around her waist.

After walking the two meters that separated both of you from the bed, she pushed you on the sheets, towering you from her height. She quickly grabbed your legs to slid you to the end of the mattress, your legs now wide open in front of her.

« Please Yelena please…please touch me please… »

«  Such a needy whore… » She said as she placed her knees on the dark wooden floor. You could now feel her hot breath on your needy hole, making you whine with desire and envy.

« And what do you want me to do with you my princess ? If you don’t tell me I can’t guess…»

« Please Yelena please fuck me…please… I need it so bad. » You started, noticing that your breathing was more and more intense after each second.

« Mhm… I don’t know. You did not even wait for me to come back home… What made you so horny that you couldn’t even wait huh slut ? I should punish you for that… » She stood up and grabbed your body with her, holding you with one hand before sitting on the bed, your bare body straddling her.

« I don’t like when my good girl misbehave you know. » She put her hands on your hips and looked down, where your wet hole was dripping on her black pant.

« So…so sorry…. Lena… » You said as she started rubbing you clit slowly with one of her hand. She took your parted lips for an invitation and crashed her lips against yours, welcoming you in a very sloppy kiss.

« Ahh… Lena… Slowly please….I’m going to… » After some secondes who seemed like hours, Yelena started to increase the pace, making your body tremble. « I’m going to… cum…Lena please can… can I ? »

« Go on baby. »

You found it quite suspicious that Yelena let you cum that easily but, not being able to hold it anymore, you let everything go, your release dripping of her hands and down your thighs. Holding her tight for support, you then looked up, meeting her very malicious gaze.

« Oh my poor puppy…You really thought that I was gonna stop here? I told you that you deserved a punishment. » She grabbed your waist with her slender arms and turned you around, making your back hit her chest. She placed her head on your shoulder.

« You wanted me to fuck you didn’t you? You seemed so desperate my baby if only you could have seen your fucking face… » She came closer, marking once again your neck already fulfilled with other hickeys she gave you.

« But I… Ahhh…. Yel…yelen… » The fair haired woman started rubbing harder and faster on your used and swollen clit, making you moan uncontrollably. As you pushed your back against her for more support, you heard her small chuckle near your right ear.

« Good little girl… such a good little girl… » As she strocked your clit harder and harder, you felt like your body was going to explode. You tried to grab anything you could find with your shaky hands as you felt your orgasm coming, trying to alert your girlfriend with small whimpers that she completely ignored.

« ´Lena….plea….len… » You swore that you felt Yelena’s pace increase once again.

Legs shaking and toes curling, you started to feel something on your lower body. You gripped the blonde woman’s arms and moaned louder and louder before feeling a wet liquid escaping your folds in a sort of transparent jet, founding his way to the floor and a part of Yelena’s black trousers.

« Yes, baby show me how good I make you feel… »

« Yelena please… I… I really can’t anymore…. Please… » You knew that you just had to pronounce your save word for her to stop but, for some reason, you didn’t.

« And why would I? You’re the one who wanted all of this… » She whispered in your ear, still playing with your lower body.

« I promise that… I would not misbehave anym…Aahhh… please… I won’t please Lena… »

You thought that her little game was finally over, but you were wrong.

« I’m sure you won’t baby but apologies never stopped punishments. » She moved a bit, leaning toward the floor and looked under the bed where she took a plastic box, the one full of your sex-toys. She took the wand vibrator out of it and turned it on, placing it on your clit under your tired gaze.

The vibrations of the inanimate object made you scream in pleasure, tears rolling down your face as your back arched on your lover’s chest. You couldn’t take it anymore and came again, releasing your semence on her already ruined pants.

But she didn’t stop.

« Lena…please I can’t anymore… » Your cries seemed to interest the blond woman because she slowed the pace of the vibrator and finally stopped it, putting her fingers back on you but, this time in a very reasonable way.

« And I’d a good little girl…promise… please…. I promise…»

She stopped stroking your swollen clit and turned you around once again, her gaze on your sweating face and your hair all over the place.

«  Good. I hope that you understood because trust me princess, I won’t be this nice next time. » She slowly moved your messy hair out of your face and wiped away your tears. « Now come on baby. »

She kissed your forehead before you put your arms around her neck to pull her into a deep kiss that she accepted, parting her lips, welcoming your tongue.

After some long seconds, you both pulled away, Yelena holding your body tight against her.

« I love you. »

« I love you more. »

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[obeiii-mee]

MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”