#gosh i really liked this top but I'm too afraid to wear it out in public

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[nkirukaj]

I Want You, Simon- Chapter 9

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: implied sexual feelings

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 2.9K

Chapter 8

He didn’t really know what was wrong with him. Well, he knew what was wrong. But he didn’t know why he was feeling this way. He liked dancing with Samira, it made him feel…needed, in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. But he was confused on whether it was bad for him to want to feel that way, or if it was bad of him to feel happy about feeling that way, as if any of that made any sense.

Here he was again, lying in his bed feeling bad, when he could’ve been out having a new experience. Why do I always do this? What’s the point of realizing that you’re worthy of life if you don’t try to live? 

He stares at his phone and Samira’s number in it. His chest felt tighter and tighter as his finger hovered over the button to call her. He quickly presses it and looks away. 

“Please don’t answer, please don’t answer.” he mumbled to himself

“Hello?”

Ah voicemail. He ends the call, before realizing that was Samira’s voice he was hearing. 

“Wait!” He fumbles and drops the phone, which starts ringing, with Samira’s name on the screen. He’s frozen in place for a moment before picking up the device, and pressing the answer call button. 

“Hello?” He answers nervously

“Hello? What the hell? Why did you hang up on me?”

“I’m sorry, I thought it was your voicemail. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense, but I was nervous. But..I’m so terribly sorry for how I acted this evening. I just have a lot of things going on in my mind at this point in time.”

“Okay….?”

“So, if you’ll allow me to, I’d like to come over and maybe explain? I think maybe it’s gone on a bit longer than I think you should be forced to tolerate. So I’ll explain, if that’s alright with you.”

There was a beat of silence as Simon waited with baited breath.

“Okay…I’ll let you come over and explain…if you put up this bookshelf for me.”

“You haven’t put it up yet?”

“Obviously not.”

Simon nods “Um, okay. Will do. I’ll bring my tools,” he spoke facetiously and he heard Samira giggle, but then return to a stern tone.

“Okay. Come at 12. Don’t be late.” she hangs up the phone

Simon holds the phone to his chest like a little schoolgirl, and lays back down on his back and breathes in. He had a second chance. Now he had to actually tell her.

Today he was out for a job, so he decided that the best outfit for the job would be another sweater and overalls that Marceline had gotten for him a while back that he had never worn, and a headband to keep the hair out of his face. The loose fit was something he would have to get used to. But he didn’t take long dawdling, as he had somewhere to be.

(I'm referring to the outfit furthest left. Amazing art! Not mine tho!)

He gets to her house and rings her bell, it took her a bit of time to come to the door. In that time, Simon touched up his hair, brushed off his sweater, and tightened his overalls. When Sami opens the door, she’s dressed casually; in a tank top, an open cardigan, and a pair of leggings and fuzzy slippers. Her hair is down and she’s wearing her glasses. A brush of wind that Simon was sure that only he could feel, hit his face and warmed up his cheeks upon seeing her. She had a blank look on her face, so he couldn’t tell what she was feeling. He wanted to know how she felt about him, but he was too afraid to ask.

“Hi,” Her voice was even. Not displaying any emotion at all.

“Hi,” His voice shook, betraying his anxiety.

She stepped out of the doorway to let him through and it took him a bit of a moment to register for him to enter, but when it did, he did.

She closed the door behind him and led him into her living room, where she had moved the bookshelf.

“Gosh! You moved this by yourself?”

“Yup” She walks over to the open box and gestures towards it “Here it is.” She speaks flatly and monotone, then walks over to the couch and plops down. “Go ahead.”

“Uh, right.” Simon approaches the box and looks over his shoulder and sees Samira scrolling on her phone. He takes the pieces out of the box and puts them to the side. Everything felt impossible, his hands felt awkward and uncoordinated as he kept glancing over at her on her phone. The silence was unbearable, he couldn’t concentrate on anything he was doing because all he could feel was her sitting and not speaking to him. Logically, he knew that they didn’t need to speak, but he had this deep down voice telling him he needed to say something, anything to make conversation happen. This isn’t right, the voice told him. You should never be silent around her. He glanced back towards her once more, as she put a strand of hair behind her ear, and he dropped everything as his inner voice exploded. 

“Can we talk?!” He half screamed. She looked up from her phone as if he had simply tapped her on the shoulder. She puts her phone down next to her and gives him her full attention. 

Her voice was deep and a little raspy as she spoke 

“What do you want to talk about?”

This was it, this was the moment. He could tell her everything right now, and make it all better. He had to choose his words carefully to make sure he said the right thi-

“Your voice. Sounds a little hoarse. That’s a little concerning because you’re a singer.” 

What? 

Samira scoffs and returns to her phone. “I know how to take care of my voice,” she said, louder than before. 

Simon stands there in silence and self loathing, before he sits down on the couch, staring straight ahead. Samira glances up from her phone, perplexed, but doesn’t say anything. They stay in those positions for a good while before Simon speaks. 

“Hi,” his voice is shaky again

“Hi,” her pitch has dropped

Simon taps his legs not knowing what to say next. 

“Do you have something to say?” Samira questioned, lowering her phone. Simon nods “Then speak.” 

He doesn’t for a moment, but then it all comes out at once “I’m so sorry for last night. And for how I’ve been acting in general. Like I said there’s been a lot on my mind. I know that’s what everyone says, but it’s true.”

“So what’s on your mind?” Her voice is gentle and understanding, which is not at all what he was expecting.

“I….” He wanted to say something, to tell her something but it was so hard to get the words out.

“Well..” She shifted in place to be facing him directly “We might as well talk about something, we have a while until you finish this.” She gestures toward the pieces of wood on the floor.

Simon starts breathing heavily and quickly, why was this so hard to say? It was in that moment that he realized that he had never had to tell anyone these things before. They had either lived it with him or figured it out themselves. But there was no way for Samira to know these ways. He would have to tell her.

“Hey,” she softened her voice and reached for his hand “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to. But you can tell me anything that you do.”

She put her hand on his back to calm him down, and it worked. His breathing slowed to a normal pace and he was able to speak again. 

“I need to tell you about Betty.”

And he did. He told her about his studies and how he got his PhD and studied to be an antiquarian, his intended search for magical artifacts. How he happened to give a lecture at one specific college and how that was one of the best decisions he’s ever made because that is where he met a young woman who already admired his work. And how she went on to change his life. How she went with him to search for a very important book-The Enchiridion- and how on the expedition, they fell in love. He told her how Betty was his fiancé, and through perhaps his own careless mistakes and lack of consideration for her, allowed her to constantly put her desires on the back burner for his own, which may or may not have led him to finding the crown that would turn him into the Ice King. Not only cursing him with immortality and insanity, but also driving away Betty, or so he thought. He told her how he eventually found out that Betty had jumped through a time portal that he had opened in the future and then dedicated her entire existence to freeing him from this curse. Losing not only her own sanity, but also her sense of self. He told her that Betty was obsessed with getting him back to himself, at any cost. And he told her how it did cost, how it cost Betty herself and her own existence. He told her how Betty had summoned Golb to return him to his former self, and while it did what she was hoping for, the only way to keep him safe and remove Golb from this world was for her to merge with him and remove herself from this plane of existence.

He also told her of his multiversal travel with Fionna and Cake, how he had come to believe that he was not worthy of his own life, unless he was sacrificing it for someone else, how he met GolBetty on her plane, and was able reconcile with her inside of her new form, and how he was finally able to accept that they were not meant to be together forever, and that he was meant to just appreciate the time they’d had, and that his life was worth something. He told her how he’d accepted her and himself, but moving on was the next step he hadn’t been able to do.

“Betty was the only one in my life for so long, I don’t really know what to do in terms of opening myself up to someone else. Everytime I try to I feel guilty, like I shouldn’t be because she would be upset with me. But logically I know that all she wanted was for me to live.” Simon takes the first deep breath in the whole time it took him to say all of that. He waited for something. Some kind of disgust, confusion, or pity at all that he had laid down on the table. He had known Samira for a bit, but he didn’t know what to expect from her next.

But nothing came. 

He finally looked over at her and it turns out she wasn’t staring at him with disgust, pity or confusion. She wasn’t staring at him at all. She was sitting straight forward, with her hands on her knees, her eyes wide and still. Neither of them speak for a while. Simon started to regret this moment of large truth. He started regretting even coming here, and even getting into whatever this thing he was doing with Sami was, he regretted everything. This rejection from her would hurt more than just plain loneliness. He was about to get up and go when Sami spoke.

“Wow,” she nods slowly “That’s…a lot.”

He nods back

“So you lived a thousand years because of your curse?”

“Yes”

“Well, that’s kinda cool I guess.”

He whips toward her “What??”

She shakes her head “It’s not cool that you were insane for a thousand years. I’m just glad about it”

He stares at her with intense confusion

She jumps in her seat “No! I’m not glad you were cursed I just…” She sighs and smiles nervously, putting her hand on her forehead. “I’m just glad that you’re here for me to have met you. That’s all. I’m sorry.”

“Oh. Um..thank you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I phrased that so weird.”

“It’s okay.” He touches her hand, and she looks up at him.

He looks tired, but also appreciative, he gives her a warm smile, as though to thank her for listening, and she smiles back at him as if to say you’re welcome. Through their eyes and smiles they understood each other quite well.

“I suppose I should finally get to building that shelf.” Simon clears his throat “Sorry I didn’t start earlier, I just felt like you really deserved to know.” He stood up, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles

“It’s fine, I don’t mind it taking…a little…longer” She trails off watching him expose his arms and start building. She watched him and let her mind do whatever it pleased, although this did mean that it was silent for a while. Simon didn’t mind this though, now that he had finally told her and he knew that she understood, he was strangely comfortable in the silence. Not that he didn’t want to be speaking with her, just that he knew that with her he didn’t have to speak. Being in her company was enough. But he did want to speak so…

“So what about you? What’s on your mind?” He asked while leveling the shelf at the top.

Samira snapped back into attention “Oh! Well, nothing earth shattering like what you said,” she chuckles to herself “Just um…wondering how I should organize the books on these shelves?”

“Well, I personally like to order my books based off of which ones coincide with my personal moral and philsophical beliefs at the time. The ones that agree would be the closest to me. Whenever they change, I rearrange them.”

“Why do you have books that oppose your moral beliefs?”

He turns to her “You may not agree with the author, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a good read!” He smiles a genuine smile. Samira is floored with adoration, looking at him smile. She couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well maybe I could order the book based on how they make me feel? Then when I want to feel a certain way, I can just read a book from that section?”

“That’s a great idea! Let me finish building this for you so you can implement that wonderful idea!”

He was so giddy about the books, he turned around and continued putting up the shelf with a huge grin on his face. It was just about the cutest thing that Samira had ever seen.

Two hours Samira sat and watched Simon put together that bookshelf. She watched as he turned, bent, lifted, inserted and screwed, and it made her want to do some screwing of her own. She played with the charm around her neck as she watched him.

“How is that?” He gestured to the completed shelf, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Samira watched as he wiped above his lips as well. 

“It’s great! Surprised you don’t do this for a living Dr.” she gets up to feel the shelf and winks at him. 

“Well, I am quite the Mr. Fix-It,” he smiles 

“Yes, you are,” she grabs and squeezes his arm. “I might need you to come back and fix something else of mine.” 

Simon’s face goes a little red “Ha, I’m at your service.”

“I’m glad,” she responds, voice deepening and grabbing his arm with both hands now. 

Simon felt warm again. Kind of like when they were dancing. But he didn’t pull away this time, he let himself feel it. She gripped and groped his arm and slowly turned her head up to look at him. He looks down at her as her grip on him tightens. 

“I’m…just a phone call away.” Her eyes brightened “I’ll be here anytime you need me.”

“Anytime?”

“Yes.” They continue to gaze at each other as they both grow warmer, and everything else begins to disappear. 

It took him a moment to snap back to reality, but when he did, he said “Great…great! I should get going.” He gently removes her hands from his arm, brushing her skin lightly, feeling electricity between them. He clears his throat “Shelf looks great,” 

She smiles as she feels his fingers “Yeah, you built it”

“Yeah, I’m gonna-“ he points toward the door “go”

He gathers his tools and heads towards the door. After only a few steps, he felt a tug on his other arm. He turned to see what she needed and was startled by her embrace. Full frontal, chest to chest embrace. He embraced her back and breathed her in. This was the first time they had…felt each other. She felt warm and comfortable. Soft. While she felt his hard chest against her, it made her feel safe. He slowly rubbed her lower back, and it felt ever so calming and left her tingling. He gives her body a quick squeeze, and pulls away slowly. His hands are still on her torso when she says

“Thank you,” in a hushed, almost whisper

“For what?”

“For being here with me,”

He smiles “Always happy to help,”

“Of course,” she pulls herself a few inches further than his grasp

“Bye,” he says, low in pitch and volume

“Bye,” she waves and longingly watches him exit. 

Chapter 10

[ocrosemagazine]

Artist: Nekophelia ⋆｡°✩ ˚ ★ ੈ˳·˖✶ ✭・.・✫·˖✶ ✭・.・✫・゜・。..・✦⋆｡°✩ It's nice to formally meet you! I'm Anne Pichard, but most know me as Rose, curator and host of Rose Magazine. Thank you for agreeing to interview with me today!

Let's start with the introductions. Can you give me your name and pronouns? Celeste. She/Her

Tell me a little about yourself. What's your typical job like? Are you a model elsewhere? I like spending my free time lounging around if I'm being honest, if I get free time that is. Well for work, I'm usually just here haha, literally! I'm a personification of the sky itself. My fav compliments are the "fluffy clouds" when its just my bed head!

I'm so glad you answered the call, what made you want to work with the Rose Modeling Agency? I'm so glad to be here! I've seen a friend of mine, Kiisa, in you guy's last few issues and decided to message her about any openings. The outfits and themes are always to die for~

Is this the most difficult photoshoot you've done? What was your experience like during production? Not at all! Everyone was very accomodating in letting me let loose for a bit, though to be honest I did kind of flood the room with my hair. I should really check on the cameraman…

Okay, now let's get to the looks! Tell me, who are you wearing? Was this top quality couture or did you design it yourself? I designed it myself~ Though the outfit itself it just made up of comet trails and some starlight, I wouldn't call it top quality. At least not like the other models I've seen around.

Of course, Stelliferous is the theme this year, but what inspired your look, your design? Would you believe me if I said I'm a fan of magical girl transformations. . .and Sailor Moon.

Do you have any other upcoming projects after this? Now that you're an international model, I'm sure you'll be booked and busy soon! Oh gosh, I'm not too sure. My usual work schedule is normally a 24/7 kinda deal but if I can sneak away during the next eclipse, I'll definitely check my emails.

Any advice you'd like to give your fans out there? Life advice, work advice, modeling advice? Don't be afraid to let loose! You're all stars and noone can dull your shine.

⋆｡°✩ ˚ ★ ੈ˳·˖✶ ✭・.・✫·˖✶ ✭・.・✫・゜・。..・✦⋆｡°✩

[maleposting]

Yeah, I know, she was so surprised.

Really?

Oh, for sure! I mean, it wasn't very big, just a little bug, but Flower went crazy!

OMG, Flower is really afraid of bugs!

Well, yeah. Flower thinks she's so fabulous! Like the time she asked Icy if she was beautiful...

Flashback to Flower and Ice Cube.

Ice Cube, don't you think I look beautiful?

Uh, no?

Flower kicks Ice Cube.

Flashback ends.

Oh, oh! I remember that! I am so gonna get revenge on her! I cannot believe how she thinks we will be her servants! I'm so glad you guys are my friends, though. Really! Bubble likes me too. Right, Bubble?

Ice Cube grabs Bubble and starts hugging her.

Uh...

Right...?

Um... Yeah...?

No! Ice Cube! Stop!

Bubble pops.

Bubble Recovery Center

Bubble gets recovered in the Bubble Recovery Center, but then nearly gets stabbed by Blocky, using Pin.

Pin, you nearly popped me!

Oh, it's not my fault.

Camera pan, revealing Blocky holding Pin.

It's this stupid Blocky here. It's his fault!

Pin kicks Blocky, sending Pin flying.

Fine, I'll get Needle.

Blocky grabs Needle from off-screen and throws her at Bubble. Bubble ducks to dodge Needle.

Help!

Yikes! What was that for?

Hey! I'm just in the mood to hurt someone!

Ahh... ahh... AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!

Blocky kicks Woody.

(screams)

Enjoying life

Woody, get up! There's a life out there to enjoy, so, enjoy it!

Awww... Aiyeee...

Teardrop, calm down! Kicking Woody could severely injure him.

He is balsa.

I can't believe what a scaredy-cat Woody is, he's so uncool. Pen, though, you're cool.

So are you, Eraser.

Gliding accident

Snowball hits a mountain while gliding, and crashes on the top.

Oof!

Woah! Rocky! Wake up!

Whaa? Hi, S.B!

Wheeee!

Oof! Hi, T.B, my good ol' friend!

The feud

Coiny! You're so dumb!

Hey!

Oh my gosh, Firey! You're sooo easy to slap!

[Off-screen] Firey! Coiny!

Stop fighting! And Spongy, take a bath! You're stinky!

Sorry.

The show's introduction

Isn't Golf Ball bossy?

I know! She is like a bossy bot.

Uhh, you know, a bossy robot?

Well, a robot that was built to be its bossiest!

I'd do anything to get away from her.

... or Flower...

... or Woody...

... or Spongy!

Well, then you're in luck.

Uhhh, how?

Well, everybody, they're building the island of luxury. It's called Dream Island. A whole square mile of paradise, a five star hotel, a casino, six restaurants, robot servants...

... and the winner even gets to decide who gets to come in and who doesn't.

So, umm, how much will it cost?

Not even a penny.

Then I'll take it!

But what about everybody else? They want it too, you know.

Uhh, I wouldn't give up that island for anything.

Neither would they. So we must settle this with a contest.

The contest begins

So yes. Whoever stays on the bar the longest wins.

Let's help each other!

Yeah!

Blocky! Wake up! What are you doing?

Uh-oh!

Out of my way!

I need my space!

Help me, Pin!

Thanks!

Start of an alliance

Let's form an alliance!

That would do no harm!

Let's do it!

[Off-screen] Wha? An alliance? [On-screen] I've got to join!

Coming through! Sorry, Pen. Hey guys, can I be part o-

No.

The two plunge into the ocean.

Coiny's mistake

Blocky! Come on, wake up!

Coiny shakes Blocky, but accidentally knocks him off the bar.

Oops!

Coiny, don't ever... oops.

The final 6

Yeah!

There's the evil Flower! She's still in.

Let's run her over!

Yeah!

Uh oh!

Hey! We're flying!

You're right! Woo-hoo!

Uh oh!

Pull up!

I... can't! Oh no! Blocky? Rocky? Help!

What is it?

You're stepping on me!

Better?

Yes. Now pull us up!

Woah!

Teardrop! Hold on to my other arm!

Ha, ha! I'm wearing Non-Slip Shoes So Ha!

Hey! Grrr...

Ahh!

Ohh, wha...? Eww, Oh my god...! Uhhh... Uhhh... Ahh!

Nice going, Pin. A job well done.

Teardrop, let's swing!

Yay!

Pin! Alliance, remember?

Oh yeah!

Leafy! You're stepping on me!

Wha...?

Oops.

The final 4

Yeah!

Rock, Paper, Scissors!

Scissors beats paper! I get to push you off!

Wait, hold on a sec! We didn't agree to that!

Look, when I win the island, I'll let you on to the island.

Pin! This still isn't fair!

Only one of us can win.

Um, Pin? Wrong finger.

Whoops.

Heh heh... Anyway, still, only one of us can win.

That's where you're wrong. The two of you both win.

Wait, we both get the island?

Nope! You just get to choose the teams. The teams for a much larger, longer battle to win Dream Island.

Oh great!

It's not that bad...

#whatever that means

[lunamochii]

Genshin Men [ Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe ] taking you into a manga cafe - nsfw -

WARNINGS  : Modern AU, nsfw, pure smut, Oral receiving (F) [ Zhongli ], tit-fucking [ Kaeya ], Drunk sex [ Diluc ], thigh fucking [ Childe ], f!reader, minors dni

I tried my best and I hope you guys will love this! Enjoy reading! You guys can request too~

You guys have plan this last week that both of you will check out the new manga cafe that just launch around this month and you are excited going there with them, since it has it's own private room enough for two plus it's unlimited drinks, you guys can read many books as you want. Who would've think that things will end up somewhat different on what you expected. Well, you guys better keep your voices down if you still want to come by again.

You guys can request too~ Happy reading!

Zhongli

"What did you say ?"

You gulp down hearing his baritone voice and you tried to shrug it off by letting out a chuckle and looking away, you totally forgot your man gets jealous easily

"C-Calm down Li! I was just joking about wanting to- hmpf!"

You quickly covered your mouth when slip his fingers underneath the skirt you are wearing, hands grabbing on his polo, his breath hitting your skin on your neck

"Joking ? How can you joke wanting to get railed by another man ? Am I not enough ?"

"They don't exist- Zhongli~"

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name when he start to move his fingers against your panty, the way he move his fingers is so slow that you just want to beg for more

Zhongli began to kiss your neck up to your chin then proceed to shower your face with kisses, then he brush his lips against yours

"Just kiss me already.."

You whispered and that made Zhongli chuckle and put his arm behind your back pulling your body close to him, your legs wrap around his waist and he planted a soft kiss on your lips

You quickly wrap around your arms behind his head and pulled his head closer and deepened the kiss, Zhongli groan between the kiss, your tongues battled for dominance but in the end he won

He began on caressing your thighs giving it a light squeeze every time you suck his tongue and you would moan whenever he will slap it softly, Zhongli broke away from the kiss and flip your position

Now you're laying flat on your stomach as he lift your skirt up and pulled your panty down, revealing your wet cunt and all you can do is watch him lick his lips and played with your entrance by his fingers

"Hm! Z-Zhongli~ Stop teasing me~"

"Teasing ? I'm just starting, love."

Zhongli grip your butt and made you lift it up, now your wet cunt is facing him and Zhongli rest his cheeks against your butt cheeks before giving it a slap and trailing his tongue on your cunt

You almost moan loudly but Zhongli stop you by slapping your thighs and you just buried your face on the pillow, this is why you should not provoke him, also it would be bad letting your voice out the people on the other room might hear you

Zhongli insert two fingers and you just want to scream this pleasure building up on your stomach, you move your ass wanting him to go faster but your boyfriend is such a tease, instead of thrusting his fingers faster he instead didn't move it and just lick your cunt

"Zhongli!"

"Yes dear ?"

The way he answered you is like his mocking you, oh how badly you want to tug on his air, you look at him pouting and Zhongli knew exactly what you want

Luckily this room is big enough so he pulled his face away from your cunt and focus on fucking you with his fingers, and in a second he got you moaning and chanting his name

"Shut it Y/N! Others will hear you!"

"It's your f-fault! Hmmff!"

"Can't even control your voice."

Zhongli pulled you up and now both of you are standing on the ground with his fingers slipping again inside your cunt, his other hand groping your breast, you put one of your hand on his hand as he went more faster

His other hand is on your face lightly gripping your neck, he felt you squeezing his fingers tight so he smirk and bit down on your shoulder as he fasten his pace, you squirm slapping his hand trying to get him pull out

But Zhongli remain stern and he got you squirting out, soaking his fingers wet and some of your juices is dripping on the floor, when he let go of you, your body plop down on the bed, with your juices oozing out

"What a sight, how about we go home so I can fuck you, hm ? I would love to hear your voice."

Kaeya

"It looks fun so why not try it, right ?"

Kaeya smirk and you glared at him back but that only made your man chuckle, his hand softly caressing your hair as you gag on his cock, wrapping your tongue around his cock, you continue on rubbing his cock in between your breast

It all started when he decided to read a smut book, he saw a panel where it shows the girl giving the boy a tit fuck and this man right here wanted to try it, though you can't deny that you love it too

"Oh fuck... that's it baby~ Hmm~"

"Geez Kaeya! Don't moan so loud."

"Oya ? Sorry sorry~"

Kaeya smiled and grab a handful of your hair so it won't get on your way, to get you back on track he purposely slip his feet under your skirt rubbing it against your soaking panty

You let out a soft moan and began to suck him whole, his other hand grab on the sheet as he throw his head back, not wanting to let his voice out but the way you suck him is too good that he can't hold his self back

"Squeeze your breast together for me baby."

You did as what he told you and it took you by surprise when he started to move his hips and you can feel how his cock twitch in between your breast, you roll out your tongue just so you can lick the tip of his cock

"Fuck! Hmm!! Holy shit!"

Kaeya curse non-stop and it was like a music on to your ears and with a few more thrust he came and you open your mouth as to catch his cum but some of it still got on your face and breast, Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh as he lay his upper half body on the bed

"Are you satisfied daddy ?"

Kaeya peek on you and motion you to lay on top of his chest and you did, he twirl some strand of your hair on his fingers as he gave you a quick kiss

"You tire me out baby~ I will go grab more book and maybe I can find more interesting positions."

He wink at you and kisses you passionately before fixing his self and told you to wait for him naked, on the bed, while he fetch more book.

Diluc

"I'm back! Gosh I found so many good mangas that are impossible to buy!"

You announced once you entered the room while holding the mangas you got, but what welcome you is the scent of the alcohol on the air, your nose immediately scrunch up

"Y/N..."

Your eyes landed on your boyfriend sitting at the swivel chair, the coat he wore is now hanging at the back of the chair and his polo is now unbuttoned

"Diluc?!"

"I feel hot.."

You quickly put down the book on the table on the side and went o him but he grab you by the wrist and pulled you making you sit on his lap

"Y/N..."

His hug on you is so tight as if his afraid once he let go you will run away from him, he inhaled your scent and buried his face on the crook of your neck

You roam your eyes and found a one glass that is now empty and it looks like he drank all of it, you shook your head and pulled away from him, his face is really red and his looking at you with a weird expression

"I love you and you know that right ? This manga cafe... this room... will be the witness on how I show you that I love you so much.."

"Hahaha you're saying weird things again Diluc.."

You chuckled but he just lowered his head down to your breast and he look up at you, then he buried his face in between your chest

"Let's fuck."

"Eh ? Right here ?"

Diluc just nodded and began to rub his cheeks against yours, this is what happened when he gets drunk, it's either he will pass out or he will seek for you

"Then, I will be on your care."

You said to him and Diluc gave you a sweet smile before kissing your lips full of love and passion, his hands didn't waste time and immediately slip inside your shirt, getting rid of your bra his hands groping your breast while the both of you kiss

Saliva dripping on the side of your lips as you grind on his crotch that is starting to grow, Diluc let out a soft moan when you got rid of his polo, he broke the kiss so he can take your shirt off and hold you by your waist pulling you towards him

Your breast getting press by his chest as he suck and lick on your neck, then he whispered to you that you should get up a bit so he can unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants

"Are you sure you don't need help ?"

"Mhm.. no.."

Diluc sounds just like a baby, gone his deep voice now it's replace by his soft voice. Once his done he held out his hand and you gulp seeing his hard cock, standing proud

"Loving what you see ?"

You nodded and that made Diluc smiled and when you place your hand on top of his, he brought it close to his lips and kiss the back of your hand

"It's all yours"

His sweet even when his sober but him being drunk is a next level, you can't help but get all butterflies on your stomach, you slowly lowered yourself to him and Diluc didn't stop whispering sweet words and praise to you

"Good girl, love you darling.."

You grip tight on his shoulders and Diluc cuss under his breath feeling how soft your walls are, he didn't move for a second since he want to shower your face with kisses, your mind become clouded when he lick your earlobe and started to move

His thrust are sloppy and his hands are groping your butt cheeks, his breath are uneven and every time you guys kiss, you can taste the alcohol and maybe that also got you drunk

You never left his lips not wanting to cry out loud, you just muffled your moans in between the kiss and Diluc thrust his hips faster, giving your ass a playful slap every time he shove his cock deep

That will also earn him a sweet moan for you, he can tell that his not that drunk but being this close to you, inhaling your scent is what making him drunk, he sunk his teeth on your shoulder and buried his cock deep as he painted your insides white

You shivered on his embrace and Diluc sigh as if he finally let out everything he had, though he didn't pull out and just keep you close to him, then he look at the book you got yourself

"Say darling, how about you read those while riding me ?"

===Childe

"Two college students fucking in a manga cafe~ How daring~"

Childe lick his lips while thrusting his cock in between your thighs, holding it and all you can do is moan, you never expected you guys would be doing this inside a manga cafe, the books that you guys read are now scattered on the bed

"Look at the tip poking out every time I thrust~ Ahh you look so good like this love~"

Childe can't stop praising you loving how you look right now, his cum all over your body and you can't even count how many times he have cum now and how many times you have cum without him fucking your cunt

He let out a groan when you rub your thighs together and that just made him thrust more faster, your moans getting out of hand so you grab the pillow that is place right above your head and press your face in there

"Oh fuck! Coming!"

Childe release his load once again on your stomach and you felt how hot it is, he reach for the pillow and toss it away as he make you hold your legs, press against your chest and he slowly insert his cock once again in between your thighs

"When will you fuck my insides Childe ?!"

"Patience love~ I will fuck you silly once we get to our condo."

Childe smirk lick his fingers and insert it inside your cunt making you bit your lips and at the same time he began to thrust his cock in between your thighs, his fingers fucking your cunt, he can sense how needy your cunt is for it to suck his fingers in

You tried to grab the pillow but Childe told you to push your fingers on your own mouth while your other arm is holding your legs together, lost in the moment you guys didn't even notice the blinking light, a sign that the time is up

"H-Hurry Childe! Hmm make me cum!"

"Together, let's do it together."

Childe groan and pulled his fingers out and fuck your thighs faster, you let out muffled moans and your eyes saw the blinking light and you know anytime somebody will come knocking at the door

"Childe!!"

"Shit!"

He release his cum on to your face and you squinted your eyes as he rub his own cock and keeps on coming on your body, just as you thought somebody knock and both of you look at each other

"Dear guest, would you like to extend your time ?"

Childe smirk seeing how you began to suck his cock and he caress your cheeks with full of adoration, it's your turn now to feel pleasure from sucking him

"Dear guest ?"

"Ah yes, we would like to rent this room for one more hour. Since.."

Childe bit on his lower lip holding his self back to moan when he felt you wrapping your tongue around his cock

"Since we're not done reading the books~"

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MASTERLIST

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

--

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

--

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

--

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

--

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

--

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

--

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

--

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

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part 1

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Good night, Mr Cavill

Part 3 - And then there was only one

06/11/2021

Pairing: teacher!Henry Cavill x plus-size teacher!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 893

Warnings: rpf, language, ridiculously cheesy stereotypical trope

Summary: Miss Y/L/N is just about to settle in when Mr Cavill comes knocking on her door with bad news.

A/N: I'm sorry, but I just had to do this. 😉 Also sorry for the short chapter, I’ll make up for it by posting the next one soon.

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

Still not quite believing his luck, he looked down at the sheet of paper once more, just to make sure, before he straightened his shoulders, cleared his throat and knocked, twice.

“Just a second,” he heard her muffled answer through the closed door. At least she seemed to be in good spirits, yet, he thought, but when she finally opened the door and her eyes landed on his grave face, the gorgeous smile vanished from her lips instantly.

“Has something happened? Is someone hurt?” she asked, switching into alert mode, ready to dash out the door and perform first aid.

“No, no. Everyone is fine,” he assured her. “But I’m afraid something has come up. A slight hick-up, so to say.” His feeble grin had actually been designed to calm her a little, but it seemed to achieve the complete opposite as she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Can I maybe come in so we can discuss this matter without prying ears?”

He could see that she was reluctant to let him in and his hopes that she would make this easy for him died away on the spot. But then she finally stepped aside and extended her arm in a half-hearted welcoming gesture.

“Be my guest.”

Her room looked like the exact mirror image of his, a wardrobe, a small desk with a chair in front of the window, and a queen-size bed that was actually much too narrow to deserve that term. The open suitcase on top of it suggested that she had already begun to unpack, which would probably increase her opposition to his proposal. And yet, it was the only reasonable solution.

“Well, what is this top secret hick-up that you need to discuss with me in private?” she challenged as soon as the door had clicked shut behind his back.

“Alright, um,” he cleared his throat again, “here we go. Okay, you know about Tino and his condition, I suppose?”

“If you are referring to his autism, yes, I’m aware of that.”

“Okay, great, I mean that you know already, not that he is autistic, of course,” he stammered. Gosh, this conversation had been a lot easier when he had imagined it on his way up from the lobby. “Well, his parents and I really had a hard time convincing him to join the class on this trip, but he eventually agreed under one condition.”

Her eyes narrowed again, arms folding defensively underneath her full bust, and the enchanting view almost made him forget what he had wanted to say.

“What condition?” she thankfully reminded him of the reason for this conversation.

“Yes, right. The condition. So, um, you know he has some issues when it comes to social interaction and being close to others and—”

“Henry,” she cut him off harshly as her patience was wearing thin, “get to the point, please.”

“Ok, here we go. He needs a single room, but the hostel messed up and booked only two single rooms for you and me and—”

“No! No, no, no, no, no!”

Her eyes widened as she fully comprehended the consequences of his words and suddenly the glee he had felt at first faltered and was replaced by the overwhelming need to console her. But as he took a step towards her, she shied away from his touch.

“Y/N, please. I’m not happy with this solution either, but there is no other way. The guy at the front desk told me that they are fully booked and Tino refuses unwaveringly to even set foot into one of the other boys’ rooms. So unless you can reconcile with your conscience that he is going to sleep in the corridor for the next three nights, I fear you will have to vacate your room and move in with me.”

“No! This is not going to happen.” She turned her back on him, signalling that this conversation was over.

“Fine. I’m sure you won’t have a problem to tell Tino about your decision yourself.”

And when she turned around to tell him stubbornly that she had absolutely no problem with delivering the message, she found that he had already opened the door to reveal a very impatient Tino, who was eager to march in and take possession of the room by planting his suitcase at the foot end of the bed.

“Go ahead then, tell him,” Henry demanded and it took him everything not to lose his composure while he watched her face fall as the weedy boy looked up at her expectantly from behind his glasses. For a moment, the three of them stood there in complete silence, but she didn’t need to say a single word to reveal what was going on inside her head. He enjoyed the spectacle of emotions that danced across her face and he would have given everything to take a glimpse at the turmoil that was raging behind her mesmerising eyes.

“Oh, for God’s sake, fine. You can have my room,” she gave in before her furious gaze fell on Henry again. “But you and me, we are not finished yet.”

He knew it was absolutely inappropriate and that it would only make things worse, but he just couldn’t hold back the remark that was forming on his tongue. “I’m counting on it, Miss Y/L/N.”

Part 4

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[catharrington]

More CatBoys cause you gave me an opening and I'm jamming all my thoughts in (but hey, if they don't hit the mark for you I really don't mind if you ignore them! 💖💖)

BUT.

Catboy Steve who was made to hide his kitty instincts when growing up, cause it's not befitting of a Harrington to purr when he's happy, or to get distracted by the light reflecting off his dad's co-worker's Rolex during a dinner party. So Steve was made to feel like an embarrassment. Made to swallow down as many of his urges as he could (and punished when they jumped out despite his best efforts).

And Billy who loves seeing his bf being his true self and helps to coax him out again. Buys dangly earrings for Steve to bat at or hoodies with strings for him to chew, and definitely, definitely encourages purrs and other pretty noises when his boy is happy.

🍒🐱

Oh my gosh I totally love this so much it’s adorable Cherry!!! I won’t be ignoring any of them I’m just a little slow dude 🖤 tw: self harm and mentions of suicide.

Older cat man Steve who works for his dad’s company, a little grumpy and a little squishier around the middle. Wearing a suit that’s wrinkled from sleeping in it. He lingers by the door every morning before he leaves because he doesn’t know why he keeps going. Doesn’t know what’s in it for him.

At work every day is just his fathers cruel words. About how he wasn’t good enough. About how he’s taken on his mothers “unfortunate appearance” with his huge fluffy brown ears and tail that always seem to get in the way.

He wishes he could say he was used to the way his fathers clients lingered their eyes on him. How they bit back their tongues with questions. And Steve wishes that it didn’t fill him with anxiety. Make him scratch up the side of his wooden desk in his office to the point where his father despairingly asked if he wanted a scratching post.

He wasn’t being serious. He was just being an ass hole. And Steve wished he could say he was okay with that. Used to it even, but he wasn’t.

Especially the comments about how his father should just marry Steve off, to one of his best business partners. Doesn’t really matter who. Simply someone who could be a better Harrington then Steve ever could.

It made Steve dreed the simple action of keeping forward. It made him drink one too many finger depths of liquor. It made him pass out on bar tops. And get taken home by anyone that could carry him.

It made him try and forget. Made him look into the mirror with a knife in one hand and his long, fluffy tail in the other. Maybe it would be different, a voice tried to convince him. Late at night. Just him alone in the huge apartment he’s able to afford from his wonderful job. Maybe they’ll treat you with respect. Finally. All it’s going to take is a little blood. A little pain. what’s that compared to what you’re already feeling?

Steve dragged himself to a little community center. Once his body gave out too many days in a row. And his best friend, only friend, Ex-girlfriend, whatever, Nancy Wheeler told him that drinking was going to kill him. Quicker before later. And it would make her too sad to think about.

So Steve showed up to the little circle of fold open metal chairs. Forest green cushions on them cracking with age. The tile under his feet was once a sky blue, but it was so faded and scratched it looked more like a rainy afternoon.

The coffee cup he got from the ‘welcome’ table shook on his knee as he bounces it up and down. He was hoping, it being his first day and all, he wasn’t expected to talk. But one thing he totally didn’t expect, was a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Steve lurched away. To attention. In the way his father seemed to always drill inside his thick skull. He flattened his ears down on his head and looked around rapidly, afraid, not wanting to disappoint.

But the only one looking back at him was a brilliant ginger colored cat. Someone with thick and huge ears just like him. Fuck, just like him. Standing straight up on his head, but one cocked slightly to the side in amusement. And his face, this other cat’s face, was smiling at him. Something warm like sunshine. Something as brilliant and pretty as the floor used to be under his feet.

As Steve used to be before he turned all the booze and the knife inside himself.

Steve clutched at his forearms and stared back at the man. The sunshine made into a man. That was looking at him as if he’s never seen anything cuter in his whole life.

“Did you want to take a turn talking?“ the cat asked. And his lips were plush. And his tank top he was wearing dipped to show where his tanned skin showed off a spiderweb of silver scars all across his chest.

Steve sucked his tongue up into the top of his mouth. He tasted like throwing up. His coffee was too damn hot, but he’s been nervously sipping it anyway.

“I don’t,” he stutters, “I don’t really know what to say?” And his voice was soft, too soft. He’s surprised the guy heard him at all.

“Just say your name?” The cat asked gently.

“Steve,” he whimpered out. “I’m. I’m Steve.”

“Hey, Stevie.” The cat said. And he said it so easily, with a familiarity like he was greeting an old friend. Like he was greeting a lover he hadn’t seen in a long, long time. It made Steve’s whole insides mix up. But in a good way, not in a drunk way.

“My names Billy.” He took a moment to glance around the circle. Billy did. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off the other’s pretty blue ones as they came back around to find Steve’s plain ol’ boring brown ones again. “I’ve been coming here a year. I know, it’s hard to talk. But you’ll be amazed how light you’ll feel once this is all off your chest.” Billy lifts his hand and makes a motion towards his head.

He used his index finger to swirl around his skull like how Steve’s brain felt sometimes. Just a patchwork mess of electricity that didn’t seem to work right. Like Billy knew, without knowing him. With just one lingering touch across his shoulder. He knew more about Steve than anyone ever had.

“I would know!” Billy laughed. And it was so gorgeous. He placed a hand on his chest. And the circle around them laughed. But Steve didn’t laugh.

He gulped. Watched the motion of Billy’s neck and his hand that flexed right below there. Steve closed his eyes. Sucked down a deep breath. He wasn’t sure when the world around him started smelling like coconuts and ocean breeze, but it sure as hell did. And it sure as hell was better than the coffee burning the roof of his mouth.

“I came today… because I tried to kill myself a week ago. And I- I don’t really want to die. I don’t think, at least.”

Steve opened his eyes slowly. And that soft face didn’t fall. It didn’t change into hate, or judgment. Or a leer. It stayed soft.

And then Billy reached out and laid his hand back on Steve’s shoulder. It felt so warm, so wonderful. Like a balm that could erase any blemish it touched. Like a cup of tea at night time and a blanket already warmed by someone waiting for him to crawl in bed.

“Thank you, Steve.” He said lowly. Like it was just for Steve. “I’m glad you’re still alive. I’m glad you came here. Pretty boy like you is going to fit right into our little family.”

Steve’s eyes flicked around the circle to the half dozen people around them. They smiled back, even if Steve was to scared to give them the same. He sucked in a breath and turned back to Billy. His hands shaking. But Billy’s on his shoulder, this big warm ones, they were steady.

He leaned into them. Let himself really feel them. “I’d really like that, Billy.”

[dimpledlavendeer]

𖣘 Enhypen's reaction to their s/o being afraid of heights ༄

Warnings: none, this is fluff

The idea was given by a friend, so credits to her 🖤

I hope you enjoy!

A/n: idk why but Tumblr doesn't let me use the read more feature so I'm sorry if this is long :(

This isn't proofread so I'm sorry if I have typos

❧ Heeseung

You were on a date at an amusement park

It was Heeseung's idea to get on the ferris wheel and you couldn't say no because he was so excited about this date

You get in and sit down, hands sweating bc of nervousness

At first Heeseung didn't realize how you were wiping your hands on your pants, looking around like a lost puppy

But when the ferris wheel starting moving with a loud thud, you got startled clinging onto his arms

He found it so adorable that you were being so clingy to him more than ever cuz you were scared

He would immediately wrap his arms around you to pull you closer to himself

You would bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide your blushing face, "So you're scared of heights huh baby?" He would ask giggling

You would raise your head to look at him but once you see how high you guys were you would immediately get back to your old position, "Shut up Heeseung I swear.." you would say jokingly punch his chest

He would stroke your hair slowly with one hand and with his other hand he would hold you close to himself by your waist, place small kisses to your nose and your forehead

Since you're too afraid to look he would tell you how bright the city looked, helping you imagine the beautiful view

❧ Jay

Jay booked up a table from a luxury restaurant for your monthly anniversary

But the thing was he booked it from the terrace floor which was too high 🥲

You gulped down once you saw where you guys were gonna eat but didn't say anything bc you didn't wanna break Jay's excitement

He hold your hand to walk with you to your desk, noticing your hesitant steps

"Is everything okay y/n?" He asked but before you could answer he noticed how you were nervously looking outside, gulping down your worries

He couldn't help but to smile seeing his girlfriend for months being this afraid for the first time, "Oh my gosh you're afraid of heights?" He would ask in disbelief between giggles

You would throw him a death glance, making him laugh out loud at your adorable reaction, placing his hand on your waist to pull you closer

"Don't worry baby, your man would protect you 😏" he would say teasingly after pecking your lips

"Oh my, I'm suddenly not afraid anymore" you would tease him while following his lead to your seat

❧ Jake

Jake was homesick so you both went to Australia for holidays

He and his friends used to go hiking together and this time he offered to you

You said yes, not thinking there will be anything that can bother you

It took a while for you guys to reach the top as you took your time and Jake was slowing himself to catch your pace

It was all fine, he was generally so caring to you, he kept asking if your were thirsty or tired every 15 mins

And it was all fine until you finally reached the top, realizing you were way higher than you imagined

Your eyes went 👁👁 while you unintentionally took a couple of steps back due the highness

Jake got worried thinking you were dizzy so he rushed to hold you from your waist asking if you were okay

"I never thought it would be THIS high" you let out smiling nervously, making Jake sigh in relief

He would pull you into a hug, a hand fixing your hair to push them from your sight, so he can look at your eyes

"It's okay baby, we can turn back" he would say smiling and would buy you something sweet to eat on your way home

❧ Sunghoon

Sunghoon never liked anything that was too extreme excluding that day where he insisted you to take the water ride with him after you accepted to go to an amusement park with him

You definitely didn't wanna get wet att all

But it wasn't the least of your problems bc the ride was also going higher than average at one point

Being shocked at the fact that Hoon was so hyped for this, he was literally begging you, saying it was too hot so it would be fun to get a little wet, stumping his feet and looking like little boy with the bunny ears he was currently wearing

How could you say no?

You get in your seat holding his hands and it was all fine until you reached the top

Oh God, the way you closed your eyes with your hands, praying for your soul

And the water that got splashed all over you while going down didn't help at all

Hoon turned to look at you while he was scream-laughing, seeing how you closed your eyes he get a bit worried

Moving your hands from your face with gentle movements, he kissed your hands, apologizing for insisting you

When you get off of the ride he cupped your face "I'm sorry baby, I never knew you were afraid of heights." He whispered in a guilty tone

He would peck your lips and get you a big teddy bear and let you choose what you guys were gonna do for the rest of the night

❧ Sunoo

Sunoo organized a birthday party for you at the terrace floor of the café you both liked

Everything was so well organized, all your friends were invited

He texted you that he would wait for you at that café, making it sound like a normal date like usual times

When you got there he was waiting for yout at the entrance, giving you a big hug, he held your hand and lead you to upstairs

It was dark, so you didn't really realize how high you were going up bc you two never really get to the terrace floor before

When you finally arrived everyone was singing you the happy birthday song, everything was glowing and you were so happy

Until you realized how high you were

You throw yourself at Sunoo after accidentally looking down to see how high you guys were, he was quick to hold you in his arms while laughing at you

"I didn't know you would like it so much" he would say in between giggles

"I like it so much but I just realized THAT WE ARE SO HIGH OMG" you would scream to his ears trying to make him hear you thru the loud music

He would stay by your side the whole night make sure you won't get startled bc of the height again

❧ Jungwon

Jungwon called you in the middle of the night saying he missed you and he wanted to see you

You couldn't say no to him so you get dressed to meet with him

He sneaked out from their dorm for an hour to see you

When he came to get you from your place he said he had a special place that he wanted to take you

After walking with him for approximately 15 mins he lead you into a building, taking you to the top floor

"Isn't it so pretty?" He asked pointing out the view, where you could see the whole city, admittedly it was very pretty but also very high

Not being able to hide your anxiousness you answered "Yes, it is."

He would notice that you get intimidated by the height but instead of asking the obvious he would reassure you with words

"I always remember you when I come here, because of the pretty view in front of me." He would say placing a small kiss your cheeks before hugging you

He would never let go of your hands, making sure you feel safe

❧ Ni-Ki

Riki was turning to Japan to visit his parents and offered you to go with him

Ofc you said yes

But the thing is you never thought of getting there with a plane

You didn't even think abt your fear of heights until the moment sit next to him in the plane

When the plane took off you closed your eyes, praying inside

Riki would try his best to not laugh at you, thinking how cute you genuinely look refusing to open your eyes

He would hold your hands inside his, trying to show you some of his dances that his hyungs recorded

He would try to distract you thru the whole thing and when he noticed you get tired, he would let you sleep laying on his lap

He would stroke your hair slowly, saying sweet things in between small teases, making you both laugh and relax

[icarus-suraki]

ask game numbers if you please: 5, 7, 8, 21, 24, 29

5. favorite form of potato?

This is so hard because I love POTATOE.

But, if I have to choose: FRIED. French fries, hash browns, latkes, homefries, steak fries, potato chips, potato hash, those little coin-shaped potatoes that are basically sautéed

A close second are these marvelous little potato stacks that my mom makes at Christmas. Stack up the sliced potatoes (she uses a mandolin), brush with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and rosemary, and bake. They're so good!

Twice-baked potatoes can come along too but, much like baked potatoes, they're best as a platform for toppings.

(Fuck potatoes au gratin, though. I hate them.)

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Colorful fish are fun, algae-eaters are neat, turtles are really cool. But for me, probably the skates and rays. I especially like the aquariums that let you touch their backs as they glide by. They're like the hawks of the ocean. I'd think about how they'd just glide along when I'd swim in the neighborhood pool.

I went to the Baltimore aquarium with some friends when we went to Otakon a good 10+ years ago (Christ, I'm old) and that aquarium had the most amazing tank area for the rays. They were just...everywhere! They had acres of water to glide around in and ways for visitors to just about stand in the midst of all their tanks, or over their tanks, or alongside the tanks. I mean, you could get a view from every angle as they went by. We got there during a feeding time too, as I recall. But, yeah, there they were, all different sizes, just gliding through the water, like strange angels. Or maybe like biblically accurate angels?

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

Oh my gosh yes! I didn't some years ago but I started changing into either loose shorts or leggings (depending on weather) when I got home. I think it's mostly because I get tired of wearing real pants or jeans. Jeans will sometimes bother me to a weird degree, especially if I feel them behind my knees too much. I blame the ADHD/sensory stuff.

21. a number that weirds you out?

Ugh, probably one of those numbers that looks prime but is actually divisible by something.

I will say that 10am and 10pm never seem quite real to me. I don't know why. It just struck me as a kid in maybe 3rd or 4th grade that 10am didn't seem like a "real" time. It wasn't really morning and it wasn't really noontime. And 10pm didn't exist because I was asleep by then, unless it was a weird situation. I still feel like the 9s are valid and the 11s are valid, but 10 is this weird twilight zone whether AM or PM.

24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

'Murican, I'm afraid. Well, Southern US American, which is a unique dialect with a similar vowel triangle to British English, which is kind of cool. But, yeah, no: American English.

My brother has been living in the UK for a few years now and he sort of flips back and forth in spelling. His pronunciation is still definitely USAmerican but he sometimes has this British intonation to his speaking, especially in questions.

29. preferred pasta noodle?

Okay, cheese tortellini, definitely. Those are The Best according to me. But if filled pasta isn't allowed...

Giant shells are fun because, yeah, giant edible shell! And my mom would make (a probably non-Italian) manicotti in them sometimes which I love. Big ol' rigatoni are nicknamed "sewer pipes" in our family (long story) so they're a favorite because of the story. Creste di Gallo is kind of rare but is a neat shape (cascatelli is similar and also fun). There was a brand of pasta that made tiny, tiny stars and tiny, tiny letters that I ate as a kid that had a nice mouthfeel. Fettuccine can sometimes get extra al dente if two noodles stick together, and that's fun to bite on. Campanelle, cavatappi, farfalle, lanterne, radiatori, rotelle... All fun.

I like pasta with "weird" shapes--like extra twists or ripples or ruffles. Like, plain penne or elbows are fine, but I'm looking at the list of pasta on Wikipedia and I really want to try fiori and festoni now. 

Weirdly specific and unrelated asks...

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 9 | previously: part 8 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi!! 💙so there isn’t too much Bakugou in this part BUT i promise the part after this will make up for it *wink wink*. and i just think this part is really cute anyway ☺️ enjoy xx

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nine: girls day

“Y/N! Y/N! GET UP SLEEPY HEAD!!”

You woke up to the sound of someone banging and giggling outside your dorm.

“Fucking hell… GIVE ME A SECOND!” You groaned and got up from your bed. You opened the door to see a smiling Mina, Momo, Uraraka, Jirou, Hagakure, and Tsu.

“What the hell…”

“I knew she’d forget,” laughed Jirou.

“Forget what?”

“Girls day today!” squealed Mina. You perked up, remembering well what Mina had mentioned to you a couple days ago.

“I didn’t forget...my alarm just didn’t go off,” you lied.

“Well we are all leaving in about 15 minutes so get dressed and let’s get going!” Mina and the other girls ran off. You were still waking yourself up as you rubbed your eyes.

“You look like hell,” said Bakugou, standing outside your room. You immediately crossed your arms.

“Fuck off Katsuki. It’s too early for your shit.”

“It’s almost noon.”

You huffed.

“Whatever.” You closed your door and began scrambling around for something to wear. You quickly put together an outfit and slipped your shoes on. You grabbed your wallet and phone, shoving it all into a small bag, then rushed out the door.

“There she is! You look great!” smiled Mina.

“God I love it when they wear casual clothes…” mumbled Mineta. You scoffed and kicked the purple boy over.

“SHIT-”

“Can you ever not be creepy?” You muttered.

“Alright ladies, a day filled with fun is just ahead! Let’s go!” cheered Mina. You sighed and began to follow your friends out the door.

“Hey dumbass!” called Bakugou. You turned around to look at him.

“Yes?”

“Have fun,” he smiled. Your eyes widened.

“Fine maybe I will!” You replied. Bakugou raised a brow but laughed off your comment. You gave him a shy smile and rejoined your friends.

“Fine maybe I will”? What the fuck Y/N.

~

You and the rest of the girls in your class took the train to the city. It was a beautiful day, a cool breeze passing by you as you walked along the city streets. The seven of you stopped for some boba before being led into a store by Mina.

“Guys, what is this?” You asked as sipped on your drink. You looked around the girly boutique.

“PROM DRESS SHOPPING!!” cheered Mina raising her arms in the air.

“My parents set us up with an appointment and we have the whole shop to ourselves!” explained Momo.

“Momo what is your life…” mumbled Uraraka.

“Oh gosh I don’t even know where to start!” squealed Hagakure.

“Hi ladies! How can I help?” asked the store manager.

“We have our Prom this week and we need some show stopping dresses!” said Mina.

“Well you’ve come to the right place! Here I’ll show you around.”

You followed the manager around the store as she showed you the endless amounts of dazzling dresses. It was an understatement to say you felt a bit overwhelmed.

“Feel free to pick out a few dresses and try them on. Don’t be afraid to ask any of our attendants for some help,” smiled the manager.

“Thank you very much!”

Your friends immediately dispersed along the aisles of clothing. Piling up whatever outfits caught their eyes. You walked slowly as you looked around, feeling a bit intimidated by the glitz and glamour.

“Would you like some help?” said a voice. You turned around to see one of the attendants.

“Uh yeah that would be great actually,” you said nervously.

“Perfect. What’s your name hun?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Zella. Do you know what style of dress you are looking for?” She asked. You shrugged.

“All I know is that I need a long dress. I have no idea what I actually want,” you admitted. Zella smiled.

“Well that’s why I’m here. How about I pick a few styles out and you let me know what you think of them?”

“That sounds good.”

You followed Zella as she picked out a couple dresses. She would show you them, asking for your approval before keeping it for you to try on.

“Probably not something pink,” you laughed as you looked at the princess dress before you. Zella chuckled.

“Noted.”

“How is it going Y/N?” asked Mina, or what you presumed to be Mina. You could barely tell through the skyscraper of dresses she was carrying.

“Uh good thanks. I think you’re holding half of the store there,” you joked.

“Gonna go try them on! I have to find the perfect one!” She cheered.

“I think we have enough for you to try on too,” chimed in Zella. You nodded and went over to the dressing room.

“We should do this bridal style and each one of us goes one at a time!” Suggested Uraraka. You laughed.

“As long as I can sit on the couch the longest, I’m good.”

“Me first!” Mina rushed into the dressing room to change. You crammed onto the couch with your friends in front of the mirrors and riser.

“So Y/N, what did you tell Deku?” asked Jirou. You flinched.

“Well uh, I told him that I’d rather go without a date. He understood so we’re cool,” you explained.

“Yeah well dates are overrated anyway,” said Jirou.

���Did you want someone else to ask you?” asked Uraraka. Your face went warm.

“Well uh I wouldn’t put it like that it’s just that-”

“Okay dress number one!” said Mina.

Thank god.

Mina twirled around in a white and gold flowy dress.

“It’s cute Mina but it’s not you, you know?” said Momo.

“I agree. You need something bolder!” You smiled.

“Yeah I'm not the biggest fan of this one either. Onto the next!”

~

The seven of you took turns trying on and showing off your dresses. After about 30 dresses, Mina settled on a light purple dress, definitely more of her vibe. Momo went next, trying on about 10 dresses. She picked a vibrant red one. Jirou only tried on one outfit, a two-piece black jumpsuit. She was set on it from the start. Hagakure tried on every pink dress possible. She actually chose the pink dress that you had rejected. Uraraka also went for pink, but more of a lighter tone. Lastly, Tsu picked out an emerald green dress. All of your friends looked stunning.

“Alright Y/N, you’re up,” smiled Tsu as she exited the dressing room. You sighed.

“Bare with me ladies,” you joked. You walked over to the dressing room and stepped inside. Zella had already hung up the dresses you had picked. You looked at them, unsure where to start. You decided to put on your least favorite first, just to get it out of the way. You slipped the light blue dress on and looked in the mirror.

I look like a fucking cupcake.

Just to amuse your friends, you stepped out of the dressing room. Their hands flew to their mouths.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Y/N wears a bright color,” joked Mina.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it because this is definitely a no,” you laughed as you stood on the riser.

“This is priceless...”

“Y/N, this dress just came in today so it wasn’t on the floor yet. I think you’d like it.” Zella rushed over to you holding a zipped up dress bag. You smiled.

“Anything to get me out of this.”

You took the bag and went back into the dressing room. You hung up the bag and unzipped it. You gasped. Inside was a beautiful black dress with thin straps and a slit for one of your legs. You eagerly changed out of the dress you were wearing and put the new one on.

“Zella? Could you zip me up?” You asked, opening the door. Zella smiled.

“That’s definitely the one.” You turned around and Zella zipped you up. You walked out to your friends. This time their hands flew to their mouths, but in a good way. You stepped onto the riser, letting the skirt of the dress fall around you. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh Y/N, you look beautiful,” Mina gushed. Your face grew warm.

“It’s just the dress that’s all…”

“No it’s you. You’re glowing,” said Momo. You continued to look at yourself. You felt beautiful. You were beautiful.

“Fine I guess I’ll get this one,” you joked.

“Perfect! Let’s get you changed and get going!” smiled Mina. You nodded, heading back to the dressing room.

You changed back into your clothes and zipped the dress back into its bag. You took the dress and went to meet your friends.

“Alright, who is paying first?” You asked.

“Oh no no. All your dresses have been paid for by the Yaoyorozu’s. You’re all good to go,” explained the manager. All your jaws dropped as you looked at Momo.

“Surprise…?”

“MOMO!” The six of you rushed over to your friend, joining in a large group hug.

“Tell your parents the biggest thank you!” said Uraraka.

“I will,” smiled Momo.

~

After your wonderful day filled with fun just as Mina had promised, you were back at UA. The seven of you walked into the dorms and watched as the boys' faces lit up from your return.

“THEY'RE BACK!” cheered Denki and Mineta as they rushed towards you all.

“Mineta if you lay one hand on me I’ll blow your ass up right here right now,” you warned him. He nodded, stepping back.

“How was your ‘Girls Day’?” asked Iida.

“It was amazing!” gushed Uraraka.

“Well I see you all found your dresses for Prom. That’s excellent!”

“Yeah only after trying on half of the store,” you joked. You went over to your room and set your dress bag down.

“Hey dumbass,” said Bakugou, standing outside your door.

“Hi Katsuki,” you smiled. He raised a brow.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

“What? I can’t smile at you?”

Bakugou smirked. “No no, go right ahead.”

“Find your dress?” He asked, pointing to the dress bag laying on your bed. You smiled.

“Yeah I did. Wanna see?” You said eagerly.

“Woah is that like allowed?”

“Katsuki it’s a prom dress not a wedding gown,” you chuckled. Bakugou stepped inside of your room and stood beside you as you unzipped the bag. You showed just the top of the dress. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“That’s uh-that’s a pretty dress,” stuttered Bakugou.

“Thanks,” you smiled. You looked up at Bakugou, who was already looking at you. Your face got hot.

“Well uh, I’m exhausted so I think I’m gonna take a nap,” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Alright. Sleep well.”

“Thanks Katsuki.” Bakugou left your room and you slowly shut the door behind him. You pressed your back against the door, placing your cold hands on your hot face.

Only 7 more days until Prom. Just 7 more days. I can do this.

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a/n: so i actually have pictures of all the dresses i mentioned in this part but im not sure if you all would care to see them so just please lmk so that i can post the dress/outfit hc’s that go with this part :)))

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[majesticbrownjawn]

Halloween

This is a throwback and may be the first Erik-ish fic I wrote more than two years ago. 

Reader (like me), isn’t a fan of Halloween, her boyfriend tries to change her outlook. 

NSFW, boo.

I hate Halloween; you thought to yourself angrily as you woke up on the morning of October 31. 

You had a bad experience when you were younger and had been scarred ever since. Your boyfriend Jason loved it, though, especially after Black folks decided we'd make Halloween all about the culture. He was excited about his costume but refused to share what it was. He said it was a surprise and would make you have a heart change about Halloween. You doubt that highly. One of his best friends threw a big party every year, so you were headed there tonight. 

Thankfully it was Saturday, and you didn't have to rush to get yourself together after work. You wanted to have lunch with Jason because you knew even though you'd be at the party together tonight, he'd be too excited to pay you much attention.

————

"Hey babe, you wanna grab some lunch with me?"

"Aww, I'd love to, but I have to put some final touches on my costume."

"Really?! I haven't seen you all week Jason," you whined. 

"I know, baby, but I gotta finish this. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Ok, fine," you said, disappointed, and hung up. 

You waited until the last minute to decide what to be for Halloween because you and your boyfriend usually coordinated what you'd wear, but because he was being so extra this year and didn't want you to know who he was going as, you had to figure things out on your own. By the time you made it to the Halloween store, the only thing left in your size was the cliche slutty French maid costume. You bought it without trying it on and went on with your day. You were out later than anticipated, so you had to get home and get ready quickly. As you were putting on makeup, you heard your phone buzz. It was a text from Jason. 

Hey baby, I'm running behind, so I won't be able to pick you up. I'm sorry. Text me when you're ready to leave, and I'll have an Uber pick you up and bring you. 

He was really annoying you today. 

You arrived to the party about an hour later and was surprised to see the mansion was already packed with people. You picked up your phone to call Jason but saw that you didn't have service. You walked around for a while, observing the detail in the partygoers’ costumes. A blue Avatar and headless horseman caught your eye and impressed you. After looking for Jason for much longer than anticipated, you decided to stop at one of the bars to get a drink. As you stood in the line, a rough tug at your hips and warm breath on the back of your neck startled you. 

"What the fuck are you wearing?!" A deep voice said. 

The slutty French maid costume lived up to its name. Your full breasts were spilling out of the top and the dress barely covered your ass. You added fishnet stockings to cover your deliciously thick thighs and to add to the overall hoe factor. You rarely wore heels, but tonight you decided on a  pair of clear, stacked, 5” sandals. You knew Jason wouldn't like your body on display at the party, but he would just have to get over it tonight. He was lucky you’d even showed up. 

The voice in your ear sounded familiar. You jerked away and looked at the man from the ground up. He wore combat boots, a pair of camo pants that hugged him in all the right places, a vest with metal breastplates, and a thin shirt that hugged his muscular arms perfectly. His hair was cut low all over, except for in the middle, where he had short dreads that sprung up and away from his head wildly. Two of his lower teeth were dipped in gold. The look in his eyes was one of pent up anger and rage. 

Jason had transformed himself into your own personal Erik “Killmonger” Stevens. 

"Jason?" You were surprised at how much he actually looked like Killmonger. He knew you had a not-so-secret thing for him, which is probably why he was so confident you'd love his costume this year. People frequently stopped Jason to tell him he resembled the fine ass actor who played your fictitious, homicidal movie boyfriend, but you never saw it--until tonight. He'd been growing his hair out since the summer, and you hated it so much that you barely let him touch you. You told him he could get some cut when he cut his hair, but he refused to, so you’d been finding other ways to get what you needed the last few months. 

"Answer my question. Who gave you permission to come out dressed like a slut tonight?" 

"OK, Jason, this is cute, but you not gon' talk to me like that."

You turned to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist so tight that your body involuntarily stepped back towards him to ease the pressure on your arm. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

You realized at that moment he wanted you to play along, so for the sake of your wrist and his fun, you went along with it. 

"Nowhere Killmonger. I'm all yours," you smirked at him. 

He grinned devilishly and replied, "You better be. And you can call me Erik."

He grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and instructed you to follow him until you reached a pair of plush couches in the atrium of the mansion. People were all around, dressed in costumes, seemingly entranced by the music and the free-flowing alcohol. 

"Drink," he demanded. 

He started to pour liquor in your mouth before you could respond. 

"Wait!" Alcohol was all over your lips and chin and quickly trailing down your to your breasts. 

He quickly sucked it off your neck and licked the top of your tits in plain sight. 

"What are you doing, Jason?" You were angry and turned on at the same time. 

"You got one more time to call me by another nigga's name. You understand me?"

You nodded your head and squirmed a little, realizing how wet you were. 

"Now drink up. I want you loose tonight."

Erik wanted to dance, so you joined the crowd on the floor. His camo pants were thick, but you could feel how excited he was to be grinding behind you. In character or not, he hadn't touched you like this in months. As your bodies moved together to the music, one of his hands crept up your waist and palmed your breast. You loved the way his hands felt on you. He turned you around to face him and gave you the nastiest, sexiest kiss you’d ever experienced. He was really in character and you loved it. 

After grinding on each other a while longer, he whispered in your ear, "I'm ready to fuck you."

Your eyes bulged out from your head and the tingling in your pussy that had been happening since you laid eyes on him tonight intensified. You were ready to fuck too. 

"Go upstairs into the second door and take off everything. NOW." He dismissed you, confident you’d obey his order. 

You trailed up the stairs and waited for him. 

"The fuck you still got clothes on for?!" Your boyfriend was always firm, knowing how to lovingly put you in your place when I needed to be checked. But the tone he used tonight was different. It almost made you afraid of him.

"I'm going to teach you how to listen today. Bend over." You looked at him with questioning eyes to see if he was serious. 

"Bend the fuck over," he repeated. You leaned onto the bed in front of you, ass straight up, listening like a good girl. He ran his hand down your ass before giving it a firm smack. 

"When I tell you to do something, I mean that shit." You could hear the lust-filled anger in his voice. 

You flinched in pain, but your mouth let out a needy moan, encouraging him to continue. He hit your jiggling backside again just before you heard the sound of your fishnet stockings ripping, leaving your ass fully exposed, save the thong you wore. You felt the string being pulled away from your center and onto your ass cheek. 

His fingers circled your clit from behind, making you arch your back, pushing your pussy deep onto his fingers. You wanted them inside. You were so wet, and they’d slipped in a few times already. 

"Not yet, baby," he growled. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. 

He gave you a good tongue lashing from behind and licked up your slit towards your ass. He slowed down as he made his way upwards, and you tensed up, knowing where he was headed. Your boyfriend loved your body and gave all of himself to you when you had sex. He was attentive and genuinely desired to pleasure every part of your body, but you were never comfortable with him pleasing that part of you. It was still so taboo. Would it even feel good? With him thinking he was Killmonger tonight if he tried, would you be able to stop him? Would you want to stop him? 

As his tongue reached that small region of flesh between your pussy and your other hole, your reflexes caused you to reach one of your hands back, trying to swat him away. 

"Wait, Jas-Erik, whoever the fuck you are." 

That was the worst thing you could have done. He grabbed the arm that tried to push him away and held it on top of your back with his hand, leaving you to balance all of your weight onto the single arm below you. His other hand firmly gripped your upper thigh and pulled you closer to his face. 

"Ahhhhh, Erik." You were gone at the first stoke of his tongue in your no longer forbidden area.

He ate you mercilessly, giving you a pleasure you'd never experienced before. Your arm gave out on you, and you finally just planted your face into the bed. Your ass never moved, though; you were enjoying his tongue too much. He released your arm. The noises you were making was assurance you wouldn't try and stop him again. Your eyes rolled back in slow motion when he opened your pussy with his fingers pushing them deep into you and twisting them as he moved in and out of you, mouth still teasing your ass. 

"Oh my gosh, Jason. Fuck!"

"What you just call me?" His words vibrated against your hole, sending a shiver up your spine. He smacked your ass hard. "What's my name?" 

Smack. 

Your body shuddered, but you didn't answer. 

"Hmm?" He struck you again and laughed. 

"Erik," I whispered. His fingers moved to your clit, sending shockwaves through your body, making your pussy jump from the inside. 

"Louder," he demanded. 

"MmmmErik!" Unintelligible sounds left your mouth as he stroked your clit and ate you from behind. Your climax overtook you, pushing the balls of your feet deep into the soft carpet and making your toes point back up towards the bed. Your body went stiff before going completely limp. You flopped stomach-first onto the bed below you. 

He leaned over you on the bed and whispered, "We ain't done yet, turn over." 

You lazily rolled over on your back as he carefully took off his costume. You watched his beautiful body in awe when he removed his shirt and revealed dozens of scars across his chest and abdomen. He was committed to this costume. 

You were on autopilot and didn't realize you were pleasuring yourself until he growled, "That's a good girl, keep that kitty wet for me." 

Your fingers continued massaging your pussy as he stood over you, stroking his dick and chewing his bottom lip. "You look so good, baby, rubbing your clit like that, but I thought I told you to take your clothes off." He reached down and snatched the top of your dress open, making your breasts spill out and sending buttons flying across the room. 

"Yeah, that's better. Now play with them juicy ass titties." You stuck your fingers in your mouth, trying to get them as wet as possible before moving them in circles around your deep brown nipples. His dick slid up and down your slit as you continued giving special attention to your sensitive breasts. 

Finally, he entered you with a loud grunt, spreading your walls with his healthy girth. You inched up the bed a little trying to adjust to him; it had been a little while. 

"Uhun, where you going? Ain't no escaping this dick tonight." He cupped his hands under your thighs and lifted your ass off the bed, pushing himself further inside, using your legs to pull you up and down his juicy dick. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Erik." 

"Feels better now?" 

"Yes, baby, yes," you whimpered. He twisted in and out of you, pausing every few strokes to stop and lick your clit before entering you again. His pace sped up as he looked down on you with dark eyes. 

"Ahhhh got damn, girl. This pussy so fucking wet." He inhaled deeply like it was going to keep his nut from coming too soon. 

"Of course it is, daddy. You keep tapping my spot," you moaned. He shifted his hips a little, hitting it straight on. 

"Where is it?"

"It's right there. Don't stop, right there, please!" Your fingers gripped the sheets below you as you came hard around him. He rubbed your clit midway through your orgasm, intensifying and extending your high. He came inside you heavy before falling to your side, breathing deeply as you traced your fingers along the raised scars on his chest. 

"So, you like my costume?" Your boyfriend was back. 

"It was aight." He raised an eyebrow at you. 

"I can give you another spanking if my performance wasn't convincing enough." 

"No baby, my ass hurts. But I have a question. You think Killmonger cuddles after sex?"

"Fuck no!" He yelled. "I do, though."

He wrapped his arms around you, placing kisses in the crook of your neck. 

You couldn’t stop grinning as you laid there in his arms. The experience with him tonight was overwhelming. It felt like you fucked someone else. 

You fucked Killmonger. 

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A TRIP TO THE BEACH - PART 2 (DANTE X FEM!READER)

Summary: When Dante shows up, Patty finally learns how things ended between Y/N and him but that's not the kind of ending she likes. (Part 5 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Tags: Dante is Tony Redgrave / Love / Angst / Blood and Gore / Minor Character Death / Violence

Author’s note: This is the end! I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to read your thoughts about it. Is it the end you expected? How did you imagine it? Tell me everything. I'm all ears

Patty dared peeping from above the headrest of the couch when the woman opened the door, definitely curious to see the two adults’ reactions when they would finally see each other – though she still feared Dante’s wrath a little.                 But when she finally saw them face-to-face, this couple she had been imagining – and rooting for - for weeks, she didn’t care about her friend’s anger or disappointment - He would definitely thank her later - . They looked so perfect, like coming from an episode of one of those telenovelas she loved so much. Dante was towering Y/N perfectly and she was so pretty. And the lighting.  Gosh “Like a scene from a movie.” She sighed. If only she could read their minds right now.      “There you are, young lady!” Dante declared with a menacing finger as he entered the house            “Hi Dante! What are you doing here?” Patty tried to play innocent but there was something in her voice that couldn’t fool Dante. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never thought this annoying little brat would dare come here … or steal my stuff.”  “That’s alright, Dante. We were having fun actually. And at least, that girl dared visit me … unlike someone else.” Dante definitely felt that sting and he knew he deserved it. “How long has it been?” “A while.” He said, pretending to be casual even though he had the right amount of years and months in mind. “And this day never happened. Come on, Patty. Let’s go.”             No, no, no. This couldn’t end like that. Patty thought. Not after all this time. “Can I at least finish my tea please?”                  “ I’ll buy you a tea on the way back to Red Grave. Let’s go!” Dante insisted as he came closer to the girl to grab her by the arm and drag her away from Y/N’s place as fast as possible. “Right. Like I’m going to believe you. You never buy me anything, even when you owe me.” Y/N smiled while Dante sighed deeply. “Damn it.”                  “ Plus, you still owe me a trip to the beach.”   “ Alright. I’ll take you to the beach. You happy? Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her from the sofa but the girl resisted.             “ Or … you can let Y/N finish her story.” Patty suggested. Dante glanced at Y/N whom he hadn’t seen go to the kitchen to prepare him a strawberry sundae. “Actually I’d prefer that. Y/N can you continue your story, please?”   “ Well, maybe Dante can tell you so that you can finally erase his tab while I’m making this devil a strawberry sundae. Topped with a cherry and two pink wafers, is that it?”           “I don’t know. You’re the pro.” He had a faint smile at her that Patty noticed and beamed at. About time. “Where did you stop you damn story?”

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - Part 2

Dante was sitting at his desk, eyes closed, a magazine covering his face while he was listening to some good old school metal on the jukebox he had just acquired when the damn machine starting to sizzle and shake. “You gotta be kidding me.” Dante complained and, with a deep sigh, got up from his chair to kick the jukebox like Y/N had once taught him. “Funny how those machines always need a good kick to work.”          When he thought of his beloved girlfriend and realised how late it was, he wondered how the hell she had not arrived yet. It was very dark outside and the clock was striking one. The restaurant should be closed by now and Y/N should have been in his arms at least an hour ago, naked preferably.

Not sure Patty needs to know that.

Worry tied Dante’s stomach in a knot in spite of his sleepy brain screaming at him not to be paranoid. “Relax, Dante. She’s probably helping clean the kitchen or something”, he told himself     And yet, tired of repeating this sentence over and over again in his head, he decided to grab his coat and head to the diner. Better be paranoid and look like fool rather than wait here and worry one more second. Plus, he had waited long enough already and he had made a fool of himself in front of Y/N more than once. So what was one more time, huh?

But when Dante arrived at the restaurant and found it empty and dark, he wished he looked like a paranoid fool. But he was not paranoid and he was not a fool. He was terrified and alert in ways he hadn’t been for years. “Please be okay.” He whispered as he entered the place, feeling once again like a little boy hidden in a cupboard, crying for mommy and his brother. A ghastly feeling for someone who had spent years burying his past deep in his armoured heart as a promise … a dying wish.

Dante climbed the stairs quickly, very quickly and yet not quickly enough to his taste, only to stop and freeze at the sight and smell of warm blood on the wooden floor. But there was not just iron and salt flowing to his nostrils, there was this stench, rotting and disgusting, a stench only his demon sense could pick but that would soon be unbearable for humans too, he was sure of it. The stench of decaying corpses.

The son of Sparda never really liked Y/N’s parents. He actually lost almost all sort of respect for them the second they insulted him and made him understand they would never approve of him or of his relationship with their precious daughter. But when he saw them both, drenched in blood and completely ripped apart, their broken bodies lying on the floor of in their bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel sadness and compassion especially for the woman who was standing in the corner of the room, petrified and in tears, her small feminine frame strongly hold in a demonic grip. A nightmarish vision that had been scaring Dante for too long.               “Took you long enough… Son of Sparda.” The demon said with a calm and yet menacing cavernous voice that would make anyone tremble in fear. But that wasn’t the sound of his voice that made Dante afraid – because yes he was afraid –

You? Afraid? Rrr, shut up!

It was the sight of the woman he loved so close to that monster’s sharp claws.           The half-demon squinted at the devil before him, at his cloaked silhouette hidden in the darkness, trying to hide his fear, turning it into a nonchalant and over-confident mask he knew how to wear better than anything else (except his red leather jacket) but that somehow didn’t look as convincing as usual. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy, pal. Sparda may have a son. But that's not me.”          “Tony, what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice was shaking just like the rest of her body.            “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” He had too.        “You can try and pretend to be someone else. But I know who you are. Dante, Son of Sparda. And soon, your blood will flow for what your father did to my master.” Usually, that same old routine would have made Dante scoff and slice that creature in two for he was used to demons coming at him with pathetic threats and silly villain monologues. But today, what was at stake was simply way too important for impulsiveness.           “And who would that master be?”         “The one true king of the underworld. Mundus.”

Dante had heard that name before, long ago, in something that was now a long-time memory. Mundus was the villain of his favourite bedtime story, the one his father would always tell him and Vergil before going to sleep, when they were nothing but kids tucked in their beds.         ��  Mundus. He remembered how that name would make him fidget and jump in anticipation and how his big brother in the bed under his would always kick him through the mattress to make him stop wriggling like a hyperactive goldfish out of water.            Mundus, the so-called Prince of Darkness Sparda had cast away and locked in the underworld a long long time ago to free the human world from his diabolical tyranny. Never thought he would have ever heard about him in another context though.

“Oh. That dude. Thought he would be dead by now… like you soon will be”    “Cocky, just like that filthy betrayer Sparda.” The demon smiled, showing short pointy black fangs that yet shone in the dim moonlight. “And in love with a human, just like he was. It would be a shame …” He grabbed a strand of Y/N’s (colour) hair to toy with it with a vicious smirk, making the young woman shiver even more. “… if something were to happen to her the same way something happened to your slut mother” Dante felt his jaw clench tight and his nails pierce the flesh of his palms. The rage, it was slowly yet surely eating at him.               “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! And don’t you dare lay even just a finger on Y/N!” Dante growled, not realising he had just given his identity up. But the black demon did and with a satisfied smile, he cupped Y/N’s face in between his vile sharp claws to burry his long nose in Dante lover’s soft hair and smell her human perfume that was oh so exquisite to him. An intended provocation and an effective one.      “How chivalrous! How noble! I’m sure your father would have said the same thing…” Dante frowned and clenched his fists even tighter, trying to stay put and in control, trying desperately to resist the powerful will to pounce on that demon and impale him on his sword and spill his guts on the floor. He knew he had too because he knew that the reaction he thought so much about was exactly what that monster wanted.           He was trying to infuriate him, to make him reckless and stop thinking rationally so that he would have him at a possible advantage when he let his rage have the best of him. Provocation at its finest. A strategy Dante knew all about. “… had he been here when I and my fellow demons tore her apart.” Yes, he knew all about it and yet... “Mundus says farewell, hybrid filth.” He suddenly stopped caring about what he knew.

Dante jumped and with a scream, unsheathed his sword to slash the arm that was holding Y/N. An impulsive move, a mistake he realised only too late, when the demon pierced the soft neck of the one he loved the most with his sharp claws in an attempt to protect himself from the demonic blade.       Everything went so quick to Y/N and yet so slow to Dante. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even have time to realise what was going on or to process the sudden pain. She only understood something was wrong when her body hit the floor and she saw Dante’s icy blue eyes widen and stare at her in horror. Then she felt the blood, her blood she was quite certain of it, running along her pale skin covering it in shades of dark red.                   Dante screamed like never before, like no human could, so loud the walls trembled and the demon slightly bowed down in fear. He screamed with an anger, a rage he didn’t know he was capable of, something so deep and passionate he never thought was in him. Something fiery … something … demonic. It felt like his skin was burning, like there was a ravaging fire spreading, growing in his body, menacing to burst, to combust him. And it almost did. It almost did but it stopped just when Rebellion sliced the head of the demon open, spilling his brains and his blood on the walls behind him.   Then, there was a relief that all this was over. The fight. The fire. The fear…  No not the fear!

“Y/N” Dante ran to her and quickly pressed her body against his. His hand found her neck to apply pressure on her bloody wound. She was barely conscious but she was still with him. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hold on, I got you.” He kissed her forehead. It was so cold against his lips. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Dante stayed by her side for what seemed hours to him, holding her tight against him, trying to keep the weakening life in her safe, when finally blue and red lights began to flicker in the bedroom. What happened next was so blurry. All he could make out were a group of men dragging Y/N from his embrace, saying they would take care of her and that he had to let her go. He didn’t know how he did it but he eventually obeyed those men, in spite of his arms trying to reach for her.         He followed them- followed Y/N- to the crowded street where the nearby residents were crammed into, whispering and trying to take a peep at what was going on in this usual very quiet neighbourhood. But he didn’t care about them or their judgmental looks. All he cared about was Y/N being taken away in an ambulance.   The paramedics didn’t let him in. And in spite of how much he wanted to fight their decision, Dante chose not to. He couldn’t delay them. Y/N’s life depended on time and too much had been wasted already.

But he found her again, like he would always find her, and he spent days waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her beautiful (colour) eyes to open again, for her sweet voice to say she was alright, his hand holding hers in an eternal grip that only her awakening could break, days in which he had to think about what happened, about what could have happened and what will happen. So many hypothesis, each one worse than the last.       And when Y/N finally awoke and, with a soft smile that bear no grudges or hatred, said. “Hey handsome.” He did what he thought he should have done days ago. “We need to end this.”

***

Patty’s eyes were glowing with tears as she was staring at Dante without blinking. This was certainly the saddest love story she had ever heard in her entire life. Even Bolero in Spring had never made her feel so much. “You can’t do that!” She declared as if in denial, as if she could change the past. “The story can’t end like this!”    “But it is not a story, Patty. This is not some television show made to satisfy a bunch of hopeless romantic little girls. It’s real life. And real life is tough and …” Dante looked at Y/N, at her sad eyes and at the scar she was trying to conceal under a red silk scarf. “What’s done cannot be undone.” “But you loved each other!” The girl was almost furious, shaking her head nervously.              “Patty.” Dante said calmly.       “And you still love each other, I’m sure of it. I can tell by the way you both tell your story.”   “Patty.” Dante repeated with insistence this time.     “I won’t have this ending! No way!” She shouted with a deep frown.                  “It has already ended!” Dante screamed and Patty froze. He had never screamed at her, never in his entire life, even in times when she was incredibly annoying. He had never screamed at her. “It has ended. And neither you nor anyone can change it, okay? If it doesn’t please you, you can leave, wait in the car and go back to your mushy love series.”

There was a pregnant silence in which Patty stared at Dante with a disappointment he had never witnessed. “Y/N was right. You know how to fight demons. But you don’t know how to fight YOUR demons.” And she got up and left the house to do exactly what her beloved friend had told her, meaning wait in the car to go back to mushy love stories, leaving Dante and Y/N alone in the living room with nothing else but a heavy discomfort.

“I’m sorry for making a scene.”                “ Well, you always had a flair for the dramatic.” They both had a conspiratorial smile similar to the ones they used to share when they were younger except it was fainter, sadder. “ She read the letter, the one you wrote me” Dante said staring at his hands in discomfort. He couldn’t look at Y/N, not with all the memories rushing in his head.                  “ I figured.” But she looked at him, excepting deep down he would say something, anything about what happened.”Never thought you would have kept it though.”               “ Why not?”       “ You never replied.” And there it was, that disappointment Dante well deserved.   “I did reply. I just never sent the letter.” Y/N's eyes slightly widened at this unexpected confession. What did he mean by that?              “Huh, words of advice. After writing a letter to someone, you need to mail it.” She declared sarcastically, not really knowing how she managed to crack such a joke. Was it a joke? Maybe, because Dante laughed a bit.       “ I had no money to buy a stamp.” The girl scoffed. She knew the man before her all to well to know that this was “Bullshit.” But she had missed it, missed him.  “What did it say?”          “ Same crap I told you at the hospital. How much I was sorry and … You know what? … There.” He opened his red coat to take a crumpled letter from his inside pocket. It was unsealed, stamped –obviously- and her name and address were written on it.                “ I hope Devil May Cry will never provide delivery service cause this has clearly arrived way too late.” However she took it in her hands, gathering all her inner strength not to tremble as she could feel all those emotions shaking inside of her.  “ Years too late. You can say it.” Dante smiled as he watched the letter he had kept to himself for so many years finally reaching its long-awaited recipient.  “I don’t expect you to read it … or open it. You can actually turn it into a paper plane or shove it down my throat if you want. I won’t fight you.” Of course he had to joke, to play it cool but she didn’t mind. She knew it was just one of his defence mechanism and she couldn’t blame him for it.      “ So why giving it to me?” Dante shrugged, refusing to admit he did want her to read what his young 19 years old self had to say, what he still had to say. “You can’t stop with the devil-may-care for a second and admit what you truly want, what you truly feel, can you?”     “ Fight my demons, huh?” He quoted her and she nodded. “Yes. Would that be so complicated for a ‘menacing devil hunter’ like yourself?” It was her turn to quote him but that quote made him melancholically happy.                   “ I guess that’s a challenge I still can not face.”              “ Or don’t want to” There was a new pause and as they finally looked at each other’s eyes, they knew they would not fix what had been broken years ago today. He was not ready. Not yet anyway. And that was okay. Y/N was patient. She could wait. She could keep waiting.     “Goodbye Y/N” Especially when this time a kiss on her forehead and a hand on her cheek felt more hopeful than ever. “Goodbye, Dante.”

And she watched him leave, again, but certain that someday, one day he would come back to her as he always would. After all, he promised.

[justalittlebluetiefling]

After tonight, how do you think Jester's feeling? Honestly, I wasn't so sure before, but after their conversation, I'm again very certain Fjord is the one she has feelings for

All right, anon. This is a fun question for me, because we talk about Fjord’s feelings a lot, but not Jester’s. I’m going to say a few things that I never thought I’d say in this ask. For example: Fjord’s feelings have been much more obvious in the last 60 episodes than Jester’s have been. If you had told me I would say that 100 episodes ago, I would have laughed so hard. But here we are.

TLDR? Jester’s in love with Fjord and has been for a while. I’ve been going off about this occasionally since her second playlist was released. But that is what really convinced me that she had moved from ‘crush’ into ‘love’. And episode 117 helped me be even more confident in saying that.

I also wanted to put some episode 117 receipts in here, but tags in Tumblr are tricky sometimes, so I just made a companion gifset instead. (If this link messes with the tags, I’ll take it out and put it in a reblog.)

Anyway. Let’s get a cut in here so I can get carried away with the why. 2436 words of carried away.

So, like I mentioned above, Fjord’s feelings have been much more obvious than Jester’s lately. For a while, I guess. Pardon me while I just quote Laura from Talks for second. And that’s mostly because Jester backed off when she thought her advances were unappreciated. It was all part of Jester realizing that smut novels aren’t what real relationships are like. A very integral part of her development and how she’s more than her crush(es). 

The funny thing about all this... I think about this sometimes... is how Fjord didn’t actually not appreciate it. He’s just got low wisdom and didn’t realize that it meant that she like-likes him. He thought they were just goofing off. Because. Sorry, I’m briefly hopping into Fjord meta and then I’ll hop right back, I promise. But yeah. He thought they were just goofing off and I’m realizing as I type this paragraph that it never occurred to him, because “You know when someone makes you feel a way that you don't think you have any right to feel or you never thought that you might?”. Yeah. So, it wasn’t just his low wisdom. It just didn’t occur to him, because he didn’t think that he deserved to feel that way about anyone or have anyone feel that way about him. Okay. Hopping back now.

The other hilarious thing about this is that things between them weren’t awkward until she backed off and stopped overtly flirting. Which also correlates with the end of the pirate arc and how Beau, during that arc, pointed out to Fjord that Jester was jealous of Avantika.

But yeah. Jester backed off, which really threw their relationship into a whole new dynamic. I have a lot more complicated and layered feelings on the pirate arc that require a rewatch for me to properly articulate, but we know that Jester was scared during this time. She was a little scared that she didn’t really know Fjord (Re: Somebody Else being on her first playlist). But that was only temporary. That whole time made Jester start to question her feelings for Fjord. Which in turn made most of the fandom start to question them as well. But I do think that she eventually landed on “my friendship with him is more important to me than a potential relationship and if I keep acting like this, I’m going to lose him”. This is partially her realizing that life isn’t a romance novel, but I think it is also a direct result of her realizing how uncomfortable he was with the idea of being used as bait to distract Avantika. He did it, but he was not comfortable the whole time they talked about it. 

But also, Fjord was her first real friend outside of Artagan. He trusted her right away with things he didn’t tell anyone else in their group for months. She knew he was hiding his accent. She knew what happened on the Tide’s Breath. He told her before he told anyone else about how he lost his powers. They promised to protect each other and help each other on their way to their individual goals and they’re still holding up that promise every day.

ANYWAY I’M GETTING DISTRACTED I’M SORRY.

Okay, where are her feelings now. Now. She’s in love with him. When she backed off from the flirting and started focusing on just being there as a friend, it deepened their relationship. I mean, to be fair, it was already pretty deep. I promise I’m not getting off track this time, but he really did tell her things he told no one else. Sometimes it takes him longer to get around to it, because of the group, but he always ends up telling Jester everything. And that opens the door for Jester to be open with him, too, in a way that she isn’t with anyone else. 

I mean, okay. Gosh. How do I even word this? 

Jester doesn’t actively seek anyone out to talk about her feelings. There are two times I can think of off the top of my head that she’s broached the subject first. One: when she was looking for Beau and ended up talking to Veth about how she felt about the kiss that wasn’t a kiss. And Two: the Jellyfish talk, when she asked Fjord if he ever gets sad. But Jester keeps everything buried pretty deeply. So, the fact that Fjord is constantly going out of his way to ask her if she’s okay and the fact that he pulled her aside to tell her that if she ever needs to talk, she can talk to him. That’s a huge deal. And I think she’s still scared to take him up on it, because on top of all these things is that layer of awkwardness. Fjord and Jester are just awkward with each other right now. And their feelings for each other are what makes it awkward.

If the awkwardness was one-sided and only coming from Fjord, I’d say that her feelings had gone away. But it’s not. It’s always two-sided. There’s so much tension in all of their conversations, because while they talk about everything else, there’s one thing they haven’t talked about. Or... I guess it’s a couple things at this point. But they’ve never talked about the kiss that wasn’t a kiss. That’s what I mean specifically at this point. It’s just never been brought up. Which is so weird, because the other times (I think it’s two? Maybe it’s one. I’m doubting myself.) that Fjord’s saved Jester’s life with a potion, she brought it up. She made a production about it. But the kiss was different, because she didn’t know if it was a real kiss. I think she’s come around to it not being a real kiss, but it’s got to still bug her. 

But that’s planted this seed of awkwardness in all their solo interactions that hasn’t gone away. Jester’s been pushing her feelings for Fjord aside. Or trying to. But he keeps doing things that make her have hope again and it’s getting to a point that she can’t ignore that feeling. Like... He wanted her to be the one to go with him into the wreckage of the Tide’s Breath. The whole day after the blue dragon encounter, he was hovering. He wanted her to have a potion so that she could be safe and he said that he wasn’t being awkward he was disarming her. He dove off the side of a tree when she fell to save her. He tells her how much her help has meant to him in Kravaraad. He makes sure they go visit her dad. He runs after her to go rescue her mama and then he tells her that he’ll wear a stupid hat if she wants him to and that she looks lovely while implying that he’d like to look at her in that dress all the time. And then he asks her if she’d like to get dinner with him instead of go look for their friends. AND THEN he tells her that he likes it when she’s feeling his stomach looking for the orb. He was constantly checking in with her during Travlercon to make sure she was safe and comfortable. He launched himself into the air over an active volcano and begged her to let go and stay with them. AND TO MAKE MATTERS MORE CONFUSING FOR HER. He hugged her twice and then he willingly danced with her even though he didn’t know how AND THEN he gave her this tiny unicorn statue, because he knows how much she loves things like that. And now he’s given her the necklace that was meant to protect him, because he’s more concerned about her safety than his own. He told her that he’s having a hard time focusing on his future, because his past keeps getting in the way and he wants to deal with that before........ AND THEN HE SAYS he’s going to be thinking about how she helped him all night.

LIKE.

I got a little carried away again, sorry.

Here’s the deal.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. There has been nothing in canon to make me think that Jester’s feelings have gone away. Everything I can see implies that they’ve deepened. But she’s scared. She’s never really been in love before. It is absolutely terrifying (or it is for me) to admit when you’re in love. Especially when you don’t know if your feelings are reciprocated. Or if you think they’re unwanted. And she thought hers were unwanted. But she’s still been doing little things this whole time. She’s still shown signs of jealousy. She still thirsts over him, just not as openly as she did before. She gets super shy whenever they have one-on-ones and that makes her get awkward in the cutest way. Jester started to be careful with how she was around Fjord, but he’s been making it pretty clear that he doesn’t want her to be careful with him and I think she’s starting to realize that. It’s giving her hope that maybe her feelings are wanted. 

Also, the fact that there’s no in-between for these two? They’re either incredibly emotional when they talk to each other or incredibly awkward or BOTH. They are radiating “in love with your best friend” energy. The difference is that Fjord isn’t afraid of ruining the friendship and Jester is. Or... well... yeah. Actually, that’s what I mean. I think Jester’s coming around to not being afraid. She’s got hope again that they might be something more. And I think that hope is starting to be fun for her again instead of scary.

OKAY I’m almost done. I want to very briefly talk about that gifset that I made, because I made receipts for a reason, damn it. Let’s talk ONLY about the conversation in 117.

Gif 1: This one is right after this exchange. Jester: I mean... it's worth a try. He's met all of us, so he could potentially scry on anyone, I guess, now. But maybe it'll keep me from being seen if I scry on him. I don't know how it all works. // Fjord: I guess we'd find out the next time we did it. // Jester: Yeah. Like, she looks down at the necklace and just smiles, because Fjord has literally just told her that his safety doesn’t matter as much as hers. Fjord went out of his way to do this thing for her and she just looks so touched.

Gifs 2 and 3: These are both just Jester laughing over Fjord talking about her face when she’s scrying. They’re goofing off and being silly. And gif 3 in particular is just... again. She’s having fun! With Fjord! And she likes that. 

Gif 4: Jester just asked Fjord “how are you?” and he started up with that big, goofy grin. And she can’t even get through calling her question stupid without smiling. Like, she’s reacting to his smile. And it’s kind of funny, because I think she doesn’t understand why he’s smiling so much in that moment, but she still can’t help but smile back.

Gif 5: I feel like I need to close all of that before.... That’s such an interesting reaction and SO TELLING. Like, that small smile and then she kind of takes a breath and then she still can’t not smile over it. SHE KNOWS. She really hopes that it means what she wants it to mean. And she wants it to mean something. 

Gif 6: She’s once again reacting to a Fjord smile. You can see the way the corners of her mouth keep trying to smile. Because Fjord is just touched and telling her that yeah, she should send a message to Kotho. And then it’s the things she’s doing with her hand there, too. She’s all nervous energy and can’t really hold still. There’s that hope again.

Gif 7: She’s SO HAPPY because she’s helping him. SO HAPPY. And again with the hands! So much nervous energy.

Gif 8: It's just a spell! It's easy to do. Again with the hands!!! I mean, okay. Speculation and projection. I’m aware. This is just something I do and I see it in Jester a lot. Where, she’s got to do something with her hands so they don’t do what she really wants them to. I mean, SERIOUSLY. And the way she smiles at him at the end of it. There’s a lot for her to process about this exchange and I think it’s starting to hit her. How much this means. What this might mean. And she’s happy. She’s excited.

Gif 9: I will think about that all night. Still the nervous energy. I won’t repeat that paragraph. But like. Fuck. Fjord told her that he was going to think about that all night. I kind of want to yell right now. In a good way. My heart just hurts in a good way over this moment. I can’t even speculate on her emotions here because that’s like... huge. There was so much tension here. Jester hasn’t had anyone say anything like this to her before. She doesn’t know how to react. And Fjord is also holding himself back. Uh, this is Fjord HOLDING HIMSELF BACK. What the fuck. I mean. Okay I have to move on. I have nothing productive to say here.

Gif 10: I guess I was wrong. This isn’t only about the conversation, but also about the moment later. Where he thinks she’s going to scry when she’s going to send and she realizes that he was going to do what she asked him to before. She is just so pleased that he intended to follow through. I choose to believe this is 100% what Jester’s face actually did in the moment. And I love this because it’s only awkward on Fjord’s end this time. Jester is just happy.

I’ve gotta end this thing, guys. Why are you even still listening to me ramble???

I guess what I ultimately want this whole answer to be: Jester’s in love with Fjord. Fjord makes her so happy. And she is starting to let herself hope that he’s in love with her, too. She can see the possibility of a future with him again and finally letting herself believe that it might happen. So, yeah. That’s where I think Jester’s feelings are. 

Hope you enjoyed my mini breakdown over Jester and how much Fjord’s support has meant to her! 

[kinkyacademia]

Bless you Mod Pastafor opening the ask box when if its just for a day!! If possible could I get something, anything honestly, with fatgum?? I'm in a desperate need for some fatgum angst and NSFW!! Please and thank you so very much!!

Pleasant Distractions

I can’t stop smiling, this was so bittersweet and soft and aahhhh….I used a female reader because it wasn’t specified, I hope that was okay. Also I LITERALLY just formed my blankets into a human body to try and figure out the anatomy of this whole thing.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝 

You hadn’t known all of Fatgum’s friends, but a few of them were dear to his heart. Some of them were fellow heroes that he worked with so much that they were comfortable having a beer together, others were just casual friends from his previous days in police work. These ones, however, were fellow heroes.

Two to be exact. Snatch and Sir Nighteye. Fatgum hadn’t spoken to Snatch in a while, but he had worked with him before. They both cared deeply about their work as heroes, and both had an emotional side. Sir sometimes had to bring Taishiro back down to earth, and although he never thanked him for it, he was grateful to have a friend who could remind him to stay focused.

They had both died in Taishiro’s recent mission. You knew by the look on his face when he came home that night after so much paperwork and interviews that they must have lost someone. But two friends? Taishiro was broken. He cared for everyone around him so much, even if he hadn’t talked to them for a while up until this meeting.

He walked through the front door in his civilian attire in his low-fat form, still bandaged up from the hospital. You looked up from the snack you had, pausing the movie, “Ah, Tai, you lost w-”

“(F/N),” The look of utter despair in his eyes caught you off guard. You had only seen it once before when he had lost another hero friend. You jerked forward, putting your snack and the remote down. But you didn’t want to scare him, so you paused and slowly got up, “H-Hey…”

“Taishiro,” You cooed, walking around the couch and putting your arms out, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, come here,” He took a hesitant step forward, tears already welling in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, then nodded and leaned down to hug you. He immediately began to sob, and you rubbed his back, feeling his surge of emotions and struggling not to cry yourself. You loved him so much, and seeing him this destroyed was hard. He was always the light in the relationship, but sometimes he needed a stronger light to hold onto, and you would be that for him.

“Higawara an-an um… You know uh, Sir Nighteye? Sasaki?” You nodded, holding the man that was shaking like he was about to fall to the ground, “They just… They were so good, and they’re gone (F/N),” He held onto you with his good arm that wasn’t fractured, digging his fingers into your shirt, “Why… I know nobody knows the answer, but why does-does the world take the nicest ones away?”

“I’m sorry, Tai, I’m so sorry,” You whispered, squeezing him. He sniffled, pulling back a little. You glanced at the fridge, “Do you want me to reheat dinner?” He nodded quickly, wiping his tears away. They began to stain his wrappings, and you knew you would have to replace those before bed. You grabbed his good hand and led him around the pass-through so he could sit down, grabbing the food from the fridge and throwing it into microwave. While it heated up, you went behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping the contact was enough to calm the man down a little bit, “I’m so glad you’re alive, though, Tai. If it was that intense, you could have died…”

“If I could-” He paused, then shook his head, taking a deep, shaky breath, “No, I don’t want to leave you… Gosh, just please don’ mention that,” He swallowed hard, “I’m already so worried about my interns, they’re real beat up.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that in the first place,” You quickly backtracked. He just shook his head again and looked down at his lap, his cheeks squishing against your arms. You rested your own on his fluffy blond hair and waited for his food to ding. Once it did, you brought it over with a fork and he thanked you with a nod. You sat next to him while he ate, getting him a napkin to wipe the tears off his face. He never stopped crying while he ate, but he did thank you a few times over for cooking for him. Even if he ate ten times a day, your cooking was his favourite, and at this point it was a comfort to him. He definitely needed comfort right now. You offered to make more food, but he hesitantly declined, saying he didn’t know how much he could keep down.

 This worried you even more. He never denied food. Alas, you got him up and to the bathroom so you could look over his wounds. While you did, he mumbled, “I… I gotta get my uh… Fat back, so I can,” He looked away from you while you inspected his broken collarbone, replacing a couple layers of bandages that had already become soiled, “So I can wear the suit to the funerals.”

“Don’t push yourself, you’re allowed to be sad,” You reminded him, and he smiled for a second with a small nod, wiping his tears away again with his bandaged hand, “Aw, Tai, don’t do that. You’re messing them up,” You gently grabbed his hand. He winced, pressing his lips together with a nod.You had to replace a couple layers of the binding while he tried to compose himself. You kissed the bandages after doing them, and he whimpered with a small smile. 

You pulled him in for another hug, and he cried a little bit more before you headed to the bedroom. Apparently he had taken a shower at the hospital since he had to be there all day, so you both got pyjamas on. You struggled to find a good way for him to sleep, but on his back seemed to be the best. You curled up next to him, looking up at the large man. He was looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He was probably reliving memories of the two heroes, and you nuzzled into his neck, reminding him that he was right here. He chuckled, leaning into you. You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Hey.”

“Hey…”

“Anything I can do for you?” You pulled back to look at him. He looked surprised, then narrowed his eyes. That was the look he gave when he was thinking things over. You gave him all the time he needed, and when he nodded, he gave you a softer smile with his cheeks flushing.

“Maybe a small… distraction would be nice,” He pressed his lips together, looking away from you. You took a second to process what he meant, but when it went through, you couldn’t hold back a bashful smile.

“Of course,” Your arm that was wrapped over his chest helped you pull yourself on top of him, straddling his waist. His pupils immediately blew out as he let an expression of pleasant surprise take over his face.

“Oh,” The larger man couldn’t hold back a smile. You were usually on top because he was afraid of hurting you, and he was just such an easy person to fluster, but you leaned down seductively to his ear, placing your hands on his chest that was covered by a thin sleeping shirt.

“You know… You don’t have to hold back when you’re like this,” You rolled your hips against him, and he made a delicious choking noise. You chuckled at his cuteness, then yelped when he suddenly leaned up. You pulled back, still straddling his lap as he looked at you with embarrassed determination, “You- uh…”

“You’re right, I don’ usually get opportunities like this,” He grinned, and you felt a childish rush of adrenaline. You pressed your lips to his, and his arms wrapped around your back, cradling the back of your head in his huge hands like he was scared of letting you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in all of him - his fear, his loss, his need. Your lips danced together, parting momentarily for your shirts to come off. His fingers were too wide to even try to get your bra off, so you had to help him there. His cheeks were a fiery red, and the delicious colour traveled all the way down his neck and to his now-defined collarbones.

“Pants, Tai, pants,” You whispered in between heated kisses, and he nodded lazily, too caught in the moment to even think. One of his hands was trailing up your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shifted to your breasts, feeling and gently rubbing them, causing you to gasp and roll your hips against him again. His breath caught for a second, and you were beginning to feel his growing erection against you.

“Taishiro,” You moaned, having to pull back from the ravenous making out, both of your lips bright pink, “Please,” You dropped a hand down to his pyjama pants, tugging lightly at them. His eyes widened for a second, and his blush darkened impossibly more so. He nodded as if he had forgotten all about what was coming next, and you climbed off of him, taking your own pyjama bottoms off. In a pile next to each other, you could visibly see the size difference between you and the quirk-enhanced body of your lover.

He was always embarrassed and flustered when it came to sex, but that was not to say that he didn’t love it, and he even sometimes took the reigns himself. Once you were both stripped down, you weren’t off his lap for long, “D-Do you uh… wanna lay down, or sit, or-” He muttered, avoiding eye contact. Your legs were already feeling raw as you rubbed them together uncomfortably - you needed him, and he obviously needed you. You giggled, glancing between the gentle giant and your pillow. He was rubbing his neck, cross-legged and as naked as the day he was borne.

“I can lay down,” His bright smile and nod was just too adorable to handle, and as the back of your head hit the pillow, he climbed over top of you, glancing down at your folds before quickly looking back up like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.

“Maybe ah… do you wan’t some uh… preparation?” His voice practically raised an octave, and you thought for a second. You really just wanted him inside of you, but you craved this side of him, so nodded with a small smile. He literally gave you a thumbs up, then quickly realized how dumb he looked and scooted back so he was only partially over you. One of his hands trailed down from your stomach to your naval, then he pushed his pointer finger inside of you.

The feel of his rough, time-beaten hands inside of your wet folds brought a gasp from your lips. As if a switch had gone off inside his head, he chuckled, amused by your response. Knelt between your legs, he began to slowly pump his finger, his other hand finding your breasts and going back to squishing them. He always had an affinity for squishy things, and your body was no different. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, you could tell by his smirk.

You wanted him to forget about the day’s worries, even for just a little bit, and he seemed absolutely rapt with you. He pushed his other finger in, surprising you and coaxing a moan out. Your eyes traveled down his chest to his abs that rarely got to see the light of day, then to his length that was standing painfully at attention. He was right to prepare you - being such a large man, accommodating for him was sometimes a struggle. You pressed a delicate hand to his chest, rolling your hips into his hand, “Tai… C’mon, please,” You whined, wanting more.

His eyes that had previously been glued to your chest moved up to your own, and his smirk only widened as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. He licked them, something that always set your hormones on fire. His entire career was practically based around food, and sometimes it felt like you were defiling government property when he tasted you. Your cheeks finally matching the redness of his own, he cleaned his fingers off before climbing over you, his hands on either side of your head, “I love you, (F/N).”

“I love you too Taishiro,” You whispered with a giggle, reaching down to his dick and grabbing it, causing his eyes to widen, “But please fuck me.”

“Yeah, of course,” He spluttered out with furious nods, his huge dorky smile contagious. You aligned him with your entrance, and he pushed inside of you, apologizing softly for the tight fit. You shook your head, absolutely head over heels for his kind ass.

“Wait, your arm,” You realized his bandaged arm was holding him up. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. You whined, placing a gentle hand on it, “Be careful, okay sweetie?” He nodded with a closed mouth smile, excited to get to the main course.

He lowered his body by getting on his elbows, but he still wouldn’t press his entire body against you, probably still in the mindset that he would crush you. You didn’t mind: You leaned up to plant a caste kiss on his lips, and the goofy smirk returned as he leaned down to capture your lips, pulling his hips back before rocking them back into you, plunging deeper. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his back to hold on. His pace started slow, but when you started to roll back into him, he knew he needed to amp it up. He was always so gentle with you, sometimes he forgot that you could take him.

He grunted as he slammed his member into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You were both panting, lips mesh against each other except for the much needed breaths you would take. Your nails dug into his back, but he wasn’t complaining. He had enough battle scars to write the marks off. Before his mind could travel to anymore battle-related events that day, you said something that made him feel light-headed, “Bite me, Taishiro, god… Please…”

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, leaning down and finding the crook of your neck. His huge mouth wrapped around your skin, and when he sunk his teeth in, your loud moan made his insides turn. You loved the feeling of this giant’s teeth against you, his lips sucking and pulling at the skin while his hips crashed into you and you made mincemeat of his shoulder blade.

Your body was heating up as it prepared to snap for an intense orgasm. You gasped, your back arching, “Tai, Taishiro, oh my… Oh God…” You whined as your walls tightened for a second, and he could feel your fluids around his member, coating it with a thick layer. His bad arm was starting to give out, however, so he wrapped it around your head, gentling pulling it to the side to look for fresh skin to mark. You were bound to look like you had been beat up after this. He still held his body up with one arm, but he almost wavered when he couldn’t hold back, the pleasure becoming too much. Still having control over himself, he pulled out, coating your stomach and his own with his seed.

Still warm, you were both panting. He pulled back to look at the blooming marks he made, a little embarrassed that he had let himself go and draw a spot of blood on one. He went to apologize, but you pulled him back down for an intense, light-headed kiss. Once you were both in your right mind, or at least close to it, he spoke first, “We should take ‘nother shower…”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Please,” You laughed, and he chuckled, looking away from you.

“Oh don’t go sayin’ that again,” You giggled, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“Please Taishiro,” You whispered, “Take a shower with me,” You pushed against his chest, and he groaned, pulling himself off of you.

“Don’ push too hard, I cracked a rib,” He laughed while you gasped, apologizing. You both took a long, hot shower, relishing each other’s presence and his lifted spirits.

[lex-n-weegie]

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#(i actually hc luigi as autistic like me so i'd find him a couple of smooth rocks and he'd rub his fingers over it a lot as a comfort thing)

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The Adventures of the Mario trio

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40 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 01:31:04 GMT

#4

You ever think too much about your friend's/mutuals OCs or s/is and you come up with cool stuff or questions for their characters and world but you never ask them because you're nervous? Yeah.

41 notes • Posted 2021-09-19 20:55:44 GMT

#3

My Super Mario LGTB+ headcannons post still gets notes from time to time, but I've actually changed some of my headcannons so I'm remaking it, and adding everyone's pronoun headcannons!

Idc if you think some of these are cringe I'm projecting and having fun

(also, consider these "cannon" for my own little Mario universe with Lexi)

Mario: Asexual and Bisexual (he/they)

Peach: Pansexual and demiromantic (she/her). Her and Mario are in a qp relationship :)

Luigi: Non-binary, Bisexual, and Ghostgender (he/they)

Bowser: Bisexual, Demiboy (he/they/it)

Daisy: Bisexual (she/her)

Rosalina: Lesbian (any pronouns, but prefers she/her)

Toad(s): Most are Non-binary or agender (and usually go by he/him)

Toadette: Transgender Lesbian (she/her)

Yoshi(s): Agender (they don't mind any pronouns besides it/it's, they don't like them)

Birdo: Transgender Bisexual (she/her)

Kamek: Gay (he/him [he also like xe/xem but is kinda afraid to ask people to use em)

Wario: Aroace questioning and agender (doesn't mind any pronouns, but tends to use he/him the most)

Waluigi: Pansexual (he/him)

E. Gadd: Aroace (he/him)

Gooigi: Agender and asexual (he/they/it)

King Boo: Aroace (he/they/it)

Pauline: Lesbian (she/her)

50 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 22:49:12 GMT

#2

Alright selfship community, here's the little art challenge thing I came up with! (If it's not really a "challenge," I apologize)

Draw your f/os in their pride colors! (Aka, what YOU think about their gender and sexuality!)

You don't see them as anything other then cishet? That's alright, you can just draw them being an ally! (There is actually an ally flag, look it up). You can do this with f/os of any type! Romantic, platonic, familial, qp, any of em! I figured this would be fun for everyone to do!

Edit: forgot to add that moodboards and stimboards are also allowed in this! I know someone only do them instead of drawing so I'm including them :)

If you do this, please tag/@ me! I'd love to see it (and reblog it too if that's ok!)

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61 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 16:00:54 GMT

#1

Am I the only one who absolutely loves imagining their f/os in different outfits? (Whether that be casual, formal, lazy wear, etc.)

It's like my favorite pastime, imagining them in a nice suit/dress to go outside where, or them in a tank top and shorts because it's hot out and they wanna relax gosh darn it. Highly recommend

(ok to rb!)

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