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Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?
Evidence below the cut!
can be pretty hyperactive, forgets things regularly (even important things, forgot he turned into a heartless in kh1), distractable, later on he seems to have some problems with emotional dysregulation. hes constantly called lazy by his friends but as soon as hes doing something he likes he has all the energy in the world, and also tends to dismiss his own intelligence despite actually being pretty smart, both of which are things that i think are decently common with undiagnosed adhd
#poll#noncanon adhd character#kingdom hearts#kh#sora#kh sora#sora kh#kingdom hearts sora#sora kingdom hearts#THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG TAG RAMBLE#ok first sora even getting posted is like a saga#originally i was going to post him myself but had trouble verbalizing evidence#so i asked my discord friends#and then i forgot to write down what they said and lost it#then he got submitted in the initial submissions right when the blog started#but the only evidence was 'look at him lol'#so he was unpostable#then he finally got submitted again during the recent spike with actual evidence!! so i can post him now#sora is so important to me#kingdom hearts is how i found playframe and that community is a huge part of my life now#and also i spent multiple years playing a weekly ttrpg campaign in a completely homebrew kh system#and it was the most fun ive ever had in my life and i am not exaggerating#there was only one other non dm player so three of us in all#and we had such a great dynamic we are such close friends now and the dm even looked up tips for dming for adhd players#and gave my character the ability impulsiveness which turned out to be one of our most powerful abilities#(i say our bc later we got the 'sisterly bond' ability which allowed us to use some of our coplayer's abilities and impulsiveness was one)#it let me take an action during someone else's turn at the cost of one less action on my next turn. basically taking it early#making her adhd one of our most powerful tools#and my character ended up very much a sora parallel despite not living in the time of the main kh games#so yeah. kh and adhd sora specifically. very important to me
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Anime good :) (Patreon)
#Doodles#MP100#Shigeo Kagayama#Reigen Arataka#Ritsu Kageyama#Forgive the anglicized name order lol#MP100 was another one of my breakfast anime! Admittedly I did not Just watch it during breakfast tho lol#It was too good ahhhh I kept finding my thoughts returning to it throughout the day!#I probably ended up watching an additional episode or so per day over however long it took haha - drastically cut down the number of days!#The lead ups to the finales especially got me - there was no way I could for the whole next day to see them through!#Plus getting to see those beautiful EPs gosh <3 What could be better than some absolutely stunning animation âĽ#I was quite impressed the whole way through :D The cast was great and the animation was beautiful and fluid and impressive#And the technical ability that went into the painted animation! Gosh!!#But most of all - of course - it's just a good solid story <3 Of course it's beautifully expressed but it's just - good down to its bones#I love a story like that :) Mob is such a wonderful character and he's surrounded by good people ⼠It made my heart happy to see#He's loved and he loves <3 That's my very favourite!#Unsurprisingly to me I was most enamoured by the brother relationship who could've seen that coming lol me? Siblings? Pfsh âŞ#Ritsu's a sweet boy as well <3 I cried at him crying from Mob not even considering forgiving him because there was never anything to forgive#Not me shorter older sibling feeling exactly the same way hhghghh I'm fine ;;#Reigen is such a fun deadbeat supportive adoptive dad haha ⪠He's hard to pin down! Loved his redemption arc(s) :)#Flawed individuals my beloved <3#Such an enjoyable cast and set of circumstances! I might actually have to give OPM a proper go sometime soon if this is the writing quality
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Anyways nothing in the show made me cry till seeing ekko and Mel sitting there alone and it doesnât even have to do with powder and Jayce itâs the fact that they have to get up the next day its exhausting like thereâs so much work to do.
#and sevika to a lesser extent#like itâs less sad for me bc sheâs got a support group#like ig itâs bc this is moving up for her#she still has shit to get done but yknow#but for Mel and ekko#sheâs gotta deal with being an actual ruler now these new abilities and what they mean#she might be glancing over her shoulder everyday bc what if thereâs another black rose#and ekko#man heâs still gotta figure out his tree#and they still have to keep it pushing bc ok fuck playing into the council I hate that sorry#but thereâs just so much fucking work to do after 10 minutes of relaxing#and itâs like#idk how to feel about arcane like idk#it feels the same a oitnb to me#commentary on no happy endings but it just so happens the main white characters got theirs#even that jinx lived theory grinds my gears bc itâs like#ofc mel and ekko got the short end of the stick. writing and fandom wise like always#and itâs like the show touches on certain things and canât follow through bc nobody actually cares about black characters and their stories#but also if this is just expanding into wider lol lore itâs like#having the stories set up or finish in a#I donât wanna say unsatisfactory but like in a way where itâs real#the ball keeps rolling#thatâs cool#but itâs not even that itâs just. more care ig#yeah. I want more care for black characters#I wish whoever fought for cait and vi playing house or saw it as a deserved ending or whatever#someone who decided that mel shouldnât have finished sitting there alone#that maybe ekko deserved to lay down and sleep even if he cried#like it doesnât have to be a happy ending. if ekkos last scene was just him sobbing over what he lost itâd feel different#but itâs not in his nature to be that selfish. selfish enough to cry freely. free u my heart. đđđ
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Issue #6
COLLABORATED WITHÂ @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader
Summary: You and your unfriendly neighborhood Spiderman wind up far from your usual neighborhood and you need to find a way to leave before it's too late.
Word count: 2,600 words.
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[Previous] [TBC]
Your home is gone.Â
Everything is gone.Â
All you can see is white. A vast, empty space surrounding you, blank and endless as far as the eye can see.Â
You suck in a surprised breath, already flinching because you expect a place so white and sterile to smell like sharp stinging disinfectant, but to your surprise it's the opposite. It smells of nothing in here.
âMierda!â
You turn at the sound of his voice, and find Blue-Spiderman behind you.
âShit!â he growls out. His hand comes up to his hair, fingers fisting into the poor strands as he starts tugging at them in frustration again. âShit, shit, shit!â
âWhaâ What happened?â
There was a helicopter, you think⌠darkness... a loud noise... the wall of your apartment exploding into a cloud of dust and rubble.
"Did... did a fucking helicopter just crash into my apartment!?"
He ignores your question, opting to fidget with his wristwatch instead, swearing and muttering to himself, while you try to make sense of whatâs happening.Â
âAnd⌠And thenâŚâ And then the otherworldly light show. At the time, you thought you were dying, but youâre clearly not dead. Youâre just⌠someplace else. âWhat is this place?â
âWe werenât supposed to end up here,â he says, ignoring your question once again. He smacks at his watch repeatedly before swearing again and then leaves the poor thing alone.
âCome on.â He unceremoniously grabs your arm and starts marching forward, dragging you along. He seems to have some destination in mind, though you donât know how he can tell left from right in this expanse of nothingness, let alone where to go.
âWait, wait,â you protest, âWhere are we? What is this place?â Maybe if you repeat yourself enough heâll finally give you an answer.
âWe have to get out of here. We canât waste time.â There is no pause in his steps, he marches on as if heâs expecting you to calmly accept the situation without further explanation.
"Can you please just stop for a second and tell me whatâs going on?!" you say, digging your heels against his strength to try and stop him for even a second.Â
He takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring with anger and irritation. âWeâre in an interdimensional fabric where the interstitial domain emerges. Itâs void of any discernible quantum fluctuations or energy-matter manifestations, constituting an absolute absence of existence or spatial-temporal coherency andââ
Heâs still talking, throwing out a string of convoluted science terms, one after another in quick succession, but all you hear is an endless stream of jibberish.Â
His words seem strangely far away, like your ears are plugged or something. You raise a hand to rub at one of them, then at your forehead when that doesn't make the sound go back to normal.
Normal. Ha! Who even knows what "normal" is for this place anyway. Everything since you left your apartment has been so bizarre that you're not surprised your head feels a little wonky.
And there's something weird with your hand too. You pull it back from your forehead and hold it in front of your face, staring at it.
Strange. The tone of it seems off, somehow. Opaque and lighter in shade then youâre used to. Almost like itâs fading.
It's only when he moves to stand in front of you that you realize you can see the red and blue of his suit though your hand. The whole of your palm is turning translucent.
âShit!â he spits out and steps forward, grabbing and yanking your hand towards him as he inspects your palm.
Whatever he sees clearly doesnât make him happy. His mouth is at an angle of irritation you had not thought was physically possible before.
"What's your name?" he demands.
"You know my name!" You scowl, tired of keeping up this farce, you know he knows it, and you're not playing this game with him.Â
His annoyance seems to grow deeper. âYes, I know your name. I'm asking if you remember it.â
What kind of stupid question is that!? Of course you remember your own name. What a condescending jerk! Does he get off on making everyone around him feel like an idiot?
Your name is⌠itâs... it's... uhmâŚ
... huh.
The first syllable of your name is on the tip of your tongue. Your lips shape the sound, but nothing comes out because you don't remember what vowel comes next. Or what comes after that.
Your name... Why can't you remember your name?
âIâI donât...â you hesitate, blinking in confusion. You donât understand. How did you forget something so simple? âI donât understand whatâs happening. Where are we?â
âI just told you where we are,â he bursts out impatiently.
You wince at his words. God, he did explain, didn't he? You just... can't remember what he said. You know he used a lot of science-y words⌠Is that why you can't remember what he told you?
 âLook, itâs been a rough day. Can you explain it to me again, please, but like youâre talking to a 5 year old?â
In front of you, his expression softens ever so slightly, and he takes another deep breath before continuing more calmly.
âWeâre in a space between worlds,â he explains, this time in plain speech, thank god. âItâs a void. Nothing exists here. If we stay too long, we wonât either.â
âOkay, but what am I supposed toââ
âThink happy thoughts,â he orders with a testy bite, which is not at all very helpful in making you think of happy thoughts.
âWhat, like think of a joke orâŚ?â
He scowls at your question, as if it wasnât a perfectly reasonable question to ask in the circumstances.
âNo. Close your eyes and think of a happy memory. Something important. And personal. Itâll keep you tethered to your physical body,â he says, and despite the terse snappiness that remains in this rude manâs voice, you donât put up a protest.
You close your eyes, trading out white for the black behind your eyelids. You try to form a memoryâany memoryâbut nothing comes to you.
âI canât think of anything,â you say, as worry starts creeping into your chest. You donât understand why something that should be simple is so hard to do all of a sudden.
Then you hear his voice in the darkness.
âThink of someone you love. A day you spent together, or if you canât think of something, then just think of their smile, or the color of their eyes,â he continues, and with each quality he lists out to you, there's a warmth that leaks through the hardness of his voice.
In your mindâs eye, a memory unfolds pixel by pixel. One of your favorite childhood memories of going camping upstate with your family. Youâre wearing a pink ball cap, and your parents are standing by the tent, watching as the family dog runs up to you with a soggy tennis ball in her mouth.
Your mom is smiling at you as she waves from afar, gentle and patient. Her eyes are squinting against the bright sunlight, but you canât remember the color of them.Â
Gray hazy mist invades the edges of the memory, eating into the vivid colors, the picture distorts until the smiles of your parents morphs into a faceless blob.
Your eyes snap open, and you canât keep the panic out of your voice. âWhatâs happening to me!?â
You donât remember⌠You donât remember what they look like. Who they were, you canâtâ
âHey, heyâ his voice snaps you out of the fog, His warm palms come up to cup the apple of your cheeks, face mere inches from yours.
âStay with me.â
And you're trying, you really are, but the panic is already here. Eating through your veins and crawling under your skin with an itch that won't go away.
âIâ I canâtâ I donâtââ
You canât feel his hand anymore. Canât feel your cheeks either. Canât feel the clattering of your teeth from your trembling or the hard beating of your heart in your chest.
âI donât remember her eyes.â Your fingers clutch onto his arms, but no matter how hard you dig in with your nails, it sinks into nothingness, âI donâtâ My mom. Iâ I donât remember her name, her face, herââÂ
Your feet seem to have fused to the spot you are standing on. They feel heavy and weightless at the same time. You try to move, but can't. Your body is no longer listening to you, and youâve forgotten what itâs like to coordinate your feet, for the right foot to take a step forward and have the left one follow.
âLyla,â he tells you, thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheeks, and you can feel the rasp of the rough calluses on it. âYour momâs name was Lyla.â
The panic subsides at the familiar name.Â
Lyla.
Your mom's face comes flooding back, the way her eyes would crinkle at the corner when she laughed, the proud smile she wore at your high school graduation, the soft sound of her voice singing you quiet lullabies as you drifted off to sleep.
âShe used to make the most disgusting mac ânâ cheese, and whenever youâre sad, itâs all you want to eat,â he reminds you and your mouth tingles at the memory of the thick layer of dripping cheap cheese, scalding hot on your tongue.Â
You adjust your grip on him, and you can feel the texture of his suit under your fingertips now. Your fingers arenât as numb anymore, neither is your face.Â
âFood worked, huh?â The corner of his mouth tugs into a half smile, eyes soft as he gazes down at you. âFigures.â
He leans down, hunching over until his forehead rests against yours. âYou know that pizza place down on Downing street that you always go to the day before payday? With the gross doughy crust and kimchi topping that you love so much? Think of that.â
You can picture it clearly. The brick brownhouses, the familiar waft of oven-baked dough, and hint of coal burning, and slowly but surely, your stomach warms at the thought of it.Â
âThink of those ugly pink fur slippers you wear constantly at home when it gets cold,â he says, and you do, gradually become aware of the soles of your feet and the weight of your own body being held up by them. Â
He goes on like that, listing off things about you. The way he talks about them is almost insulting, but thereâs an undertone of fondness hidden underneath that you canât make sense of. He describes your favorite cozy sweater, calling it ârattyâ; your favorite corner of central park that he thinks reeks of piss; your favorite episode of Greyâs anatomy, the one where Cristina has to get cut out of her wedding dress, which you always watch when you need a good cry.
The sound of his voice seems to shiver through you, the warmth of it settling low in your belly.
The more he talks, the more you remember, memories bleeding back into your consciousness. The simplest things come first... The sensation of running your fingers through your hair. Stepping barefoot into grass on a summer day. What it feels like to want someone.
And, as he continues to talk, awareness of your body comes trickling back until you're acutely conscious of his forehead pressing against yours; his hands, big and gentle where they're wrapped around your upper arms; the heat radiating off his big body inches from yours as his deep voice lists off all sorts of intimate things about your life, things he has no business knowing.Â
Control of your body is returning to you. You can blink now, even if it requires conscious effort, and you blink up at him as he pulls back to look down at you.
âYou back with me?â he asks softly, one big, warm hand rising to cup the back of your neck in a way that makes you lightheaded.
You tip your head ever so slightly until you catch sight of your hands, now totally opaque instead of that eerily ghostly sheen, and you nod back at him.Â
âIâ I think so.â
âGood.âÂ
Youâre still a little bit frazzled. Disorientated by the whole experience that it takes you a while longer to gather your thoughts together.Â
You still donât know where you are. You donât know what the hell just happened. Or what this place is supposed to be. Calling it a âvoidâ doesnât really explain as much as he seems to think it does. How on earth did you just lose control over your body like that? Why did your body literally start to disappear, fading into the nothingness?Â
A chill trickles down your spine as you recall the lack of sensation, and you grip his arm underneath your fingers just a little bit tighter to remind yourself that, yeah, heâs still here.Â
It makes you feel just the tiniest bit safer.Â
With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he brings his other wrist to his mouth and speaks into the watch. âLyla, have you got a lock down?âÂ
Huh? Lyla? What is heâ You donât understand. Wait, is he talking to your mom? What does he mean heâs locking down your mom!?Â
Thereâs a crackle of static in your ears, and the endless white gives way to a burst of color as reality reforms around the two of you. A wall of masonry appears brick by brick before you, nothing but blue clear skies above. Thereâs a crunch of gravel on the concrete tiles beneath your feet, and when you look down to your right, you see the New York skyline below you. The birdâs eye view of the city is familiar. Itâs one youâve seen many, many times before.Â
Youâre on top of the Chrysler building.Â
For a second you panic at the height. You clutch onto the man who has once again saved your life, and he lets you, holding you steady, with one big palm resting on the small of your back.Â
âYouâre okay,â he says, shushing you until you relax in his arms. âYouâre okay.âÂ
You stay like that for some time, held in the safety of his arms, until your heartbeat slows, until the pulse racing in your throat is no longer in a clustered lump and you feel like you can breathe and think again.Â
And now that you can think again, your brain is racing a mile a minute. All the things that have happened⌠All the things that this man said to you to bring you back to yourself.Â
Things that no one except for you would know about. Itâs too personal and intimate. Even if he had somehow been stalking you, he wouldnât know these things unless he has been stalking you from childhood. The things he knows about you only comes through years of being with a person. Your habits. Your likes. Your dislikes. The things that upset you. The things that make it better when everything else has gone wrong. He knows all these things about you that he really only should know if heâs known you for a lifetime. Â
"Who are you?" you ask him again, pulling back slightly to stare up into those blood red eyes inches away from your own, "Who are you really?"
"My name is Miguel O'Hara,â he says, holding your gaze, âand Iâm Spiderman from another dimension."
Dedication & Credits: To my sister clown in arms @thirstworldproblemss thank you for putting up with me since this series started, I have been bugging his poor woman every second of her waking day. Please give her all the love because I couldn't do this without her or even if I did, I wouldn't have 1/100000000000000000 of the fun I have now with her.
#ok iâm gonna get sappy but first#miguel saying mierda and being angry⌠a tear ran down my leg#if you take marcâs grumpiness and mix it with stevenâs sass and jakeâs ability to speak spanish you get miguel#delicious#the moment when he got all worried and started touching her face so tenderly ayyyyy gone i was#it was so soft#and then he gave her all these little moments they had probably shared on another universe and he was so smiley and grumpy and my heart just#fucking shattered for them#all the things he knows about her that are true in every universe but that he canât share with anyone else#all those shared memories that he has no one to share them with#even her bc she didnât live them with him#but they are still true to her just slightly different#and just how confused and scared she is#my bb girl#and that ending!!!!#king oâhara#so weird to think that all this time she probably just called him spiderman in her head lol#miguel o'hara#fic rec
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my Metamy kid!! his name is Dusty Rose :D ft. single mom Amy Rose and Absentee baby daddy metal sonic LOL
his name's Dusty Rose after Dusty Miller, a plant that looks like metal/silver. Dusty Rose is also a pink color ! it also rhymes with Rusty Rose. im so smart (/j)
born from Metal Sonic's core and infused with Amy's biosignature, Amy and Metal Sonic had a very brief 'thing'... eventually Metal Sonic was soft rebooted and sent away yet again, but he left a piece of himself (part of his 'core'? infused with chaos energy..?) to Amy, which then became Dusty. leaving Dusty as the last true remaining testament of their love
(I just love the idea of Amy with a Waitress style character arc... finding love again in raising her child and not the way she used to think, being spent with another person)
Dusty would be very fixated on the idea of love, after all his mother raised him on the notion of that. Amy's standards for true love and fairytale romance have definitely changed being with Metal Sonic, but the root message being that love is all encompassing and transformative.
He was 'created' to look like Mobian, and Amy treats him no differently than any other Mobian/human. Still, he believes that he should hide all the parts that 'other' him from society, which means his robot parts. (legwarmers!)
He's got a bit of a bad boy edge to him LOLLL i kind of created him that he'd be an emo kid. (fall out boy.. my chemical romance.. a bit of IDKHow) really good at electric guitar and part of a band. eventually he finds his passion is in lyric-writing (all those love stories and inheriting his mother's gift for writing love letters)
he often wonders what a beating heart is like, as someone without one. he's interested in the heartbeats and the pulses of others, but he is a total sweetheart himself.. still, even to other mobians unaware that he is an android (a weapon at that), it's still a little off-putting..
more abt him belolow
Dusty's core is already made/designed after Amy's biosignature, and in meeting other people, he's able to read their biodata and stash it into an archive, but he doesn't reproduce it onto himself. (though unsure if he could? either his code has a blockade or he chooses not to)
Dusty, additional to his stash of weapons, has the ability to shift too like his papa... become something similar to Metal Overlord but not entirely... like a half robot dragon boy or smth.. IF he's under the right conditions to have it pulled out of him. or something
Dusty DOES "grow" up. basically, he's an inorganic being whose core is trying to emulate/copy the growth progression of other organic beings.
As it would grow in size (and Dusty's cognition "matures"), his mother and her friends would modify as needed to adjust his frame, etc, but rarely were things ever replaced. Like a mollusk, its shell growing in size- but one needing accommodations. A heart bigger than its own body that threatens to spill- a chick that has outgrown its shell, well before its expected date- needing modifications to keep it inside and protected
Metal Sonic and Amy would have something profound-- one of those tragic, star-crossed enemies-to-lovers dark fantasy romance stories Amy's always loved to read about- but then having it play in real time and having to come to terms with the real world implications of actually having one. It's just that- a fantasy. and metal sonic would grapple with the ideas of love, which i think would be inherently dark and a little possessive given his upbringing-- but what him and Amy have would be sweet at the very core of it. so him giving a piece of his core that reads and adapts to Amy's biosignature and oops... accidental baby....
Dusty finds himself drawn to music. his mom and dad couldn't quite communicate love language physically (with Metal Sonic's claws and his lack of mouth) so I hc that Amy taught Metal Sonic how to hum and sing and communicate their love through music and vocalizations (which carried onto Dusty)
4th pic is Dusty doing breathing exercises with his mama... Dusty gets embarrassed super easily so him and Amy would regularly do breathing exercises so he doesn't overheat like a PC
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Erased || Logan Howlett x Reader
summary: You are a powerful mutant with powers you hated. They ruined your life and it led you down paths you weren't proud of. Things changed and now you lived happily with Logan. Until your past seems to come back to ruin everything
warnings: angst. traumatic childhood, brief mentions of torture.
wc: 2.7k
Link to part 2
a/n: Hi guys, so this is kind of the you get hurt and he goes feral fic but i've combined it with this other wip i had laying around. I talked a lot about wanting more angst and tw death (my grandmother passed last night) so ive been in this weird state of sadness that i'm repressing. Either way i wrote a fic so there's that lol. I will def have a part 2 btw so don't worry.
Sometimes when you close your eyes you can remember your childhood. What it was like before your, gift, appeared and ruined everything. How your family loved you, how your friends welcomed you, how the world didnât hate you. Everything was perfect.
Until the day it appeared. All you did was touch her arm. Thatâs all you did. An argument with your mother, silence, and then you touched her arm to try and apologize and next thing you knew she was asking who you were. Yelling at you to get out of her house. You cried not understanding what was happening.
She looked at you with nothing but confusion. Not even a hint of recognition. Then your father came home and you ran into his arms. Afraid and distraught when he pushed you off him. The same look in his eyes. Who are you? They threw you out, threatened to call the cops. They left you all alone, afraid, and confused.
It didnât take long for you to understand. A mutant. You had heard of mutants but never thought you could be one. A mutant with a powerful ability. Memory manipulation. You could alter memories, dive into someone's deepest fears, their secrets, and even erase anything from heads. In a single moment their whole lives could be changed. It was a dangerous power and you wanted nothing to do with it.
For years you lived on the road. Keeping yourself moving, stealing when you needed to. Never getting too attached to one place, to anyone. You were alone.
Then one day some people found you. Dressed in stupid costumes. Still they took you in. Gave you a home, fed you, trained you. You grew up there. From teen to adult. Charles was kind and you don't think you could ever repay him for all that he's done. Your powers were strong but he taught you to control your emotions.
Still you tried to stay a safe distance away from people. Not just physically but emotionally. The nightmares of your parents haunt you everyday. They're nice. All of them are. The kids loved you and you enjoyed the mansion.
Still when the team invited you out you declined, when the kids wanted to crowd you during dinner you politely excused yourself to your office. You didn't go to parties, you didn't celebrate the holidays with them. You were just you, a nice, safe distance away from them. Then your world got flipped upside down.
The day Logan rolled into the mansion. He was mean and angry. He had that "I don't like being around people" kind of vibe but he stuck around. Ended up becoming more apart of the team than he wanted. And he liked it.
Logan was the first one to really break down your walls. Just like everyone else you stayed away from him. Smiling and greeting him but never going past that. Maybe that's what drew him to you. You were a mystery who smelled like vanilla. It was your perfume. He would try to flirt but he got nowhere. Eventually he gave up the flirting but his interest stayed. He find ways to talk to you, getting bits and pieces of information from you.
You quickly learned he was just like you in some ways. Guarded, a past life that you don't want to talk about, loners. Somehow in all of it, as he stayed at the mansion and grew to become part of this family, he wormed his way into your heart too. Just too loners who found out that being alone together is better than being lonely.
As time passed, your relationship with Logan evolved into something you never imagined you would experience. Love. You never let yourself feel this way, too afraid that you would do the same thing to them. That you would get close, build this connection, make these memories, only for it all to come crashing down with just a single touch. These memories are precious to you. Every single one of them.
You remember the day your feelings were revealed. Both of you desperate, afraid of what they meant, but neither of you could lose each other. It was the cure. Some company had found a way to suppress the gene. The moment you heard about it you were intrigued. Your mutation wasn't fun. It didn't let you control the weather or turn things to ice. You couldn't touch people. Just like rouge you were at risk for destroying someone's whole life.
Even with the years of lessons you weren't fully in control. You never let yourself try. Logan could see it in your eyes. The confrontation wasn't pretty.
It was anger at first, wondering how you could even consider that. Then it was anger from you, years of pent up feelings releasing all at once. The fighting turned into a deep confession. An intimate moment between the two of you. He cared for you in a way that scared the shit out of him. He couldn't say the words yet but he felt them. You felt the same way but just like Logan. Something was holding you back from saying those three words.
Still you showed your love to each other in other ways. You always let him know how much you cared for him. The words died on your tongue but he knew. You hope he did.
Logan bought you a necklace. Didn't make a big deal of it but you could see the blush on his face. Tossing you the box and mumbling something about him seeing it and thinking of you. It was gorgeous. Just a simple heart necklace with two sparkling stones. One for him and one for you.
Even if you couldn't touch he wanted apart of him to be with you. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. You had Logan. You had the team, the mansion. For once you felt like your life was falling into place.
Apparently the universe didn't like that. Charles had called the team in for an important mission. You weren't on the team due to your own choosing so when Logan came back to bed he started to talk.
"Yeah some rogue mutants. Bunch of assholes who enjoy torturing humans." He grumbled as he threw his jacket on. Fixing his hair in the mirror as you sit on the bed. You're doing everything you can to stay calm, to not set off Logan's super senses.
"Some guy named Mack is their leader. Guess he's got some illusion powers or something." Logan says it all like its nothing. To him it is nothing. Just another mission. To you though, it's the beginning of the end.
"Don't know who in their right mind would do shit like that. Just a bunch of low life idiots." He spits. You wince at his harsh tone. He notices your silence and glances over at you. You're practically frozen in place. An unreadable look in your eyes.
"You alright?" Logan moves to touch your arm but you jerk it away.
"Yeah sorry, just had another nightmare last night." You lie. Logan looks at you strangely before sitting on the bed. His hand intertwining with your gloved one.
"Though I told you to wake me up." You snort and roll your eyes playfully. "And I told you the same thing." You counter. He smirks, you have him there. Part of why you go so well together.
"I'll wake you next time, I promise." There's a loud knock at the door and Logan grumbles.
"Promised some dumb kids I'd take them to the mall. Storm promised me a six pack of beer." After saying goodbye you let your smile fall.
This couldn't be happening. You thought you were finally safe, this was years ago. How could they still be around. Before Charles had found you, you were involved with this group. You weren't proud if it but you were hungry and afraid and they found you. Mutants just like you. They weren't afraid of you. In fact they were in awe of you, something you had never felt before.
You fell into their group, participating in the horrible things they'd do. You never did anything yourself. You were clean up crew. Wiping memories of anyone who saw something they weren't supposed to. Still, you enabled it all. When you finally left, it wasn't easy. You had tried to erase their memories but for some reason they could block you. You got away but they swore one day they'd come back for you. You were one of them forever now. No one would understand, no one would forgive you. You were a monster just like them.
Your mind runs a mile a minute. Thinking of everyone in the mansion. The team. Storm, Jean, Scott, Rouge...everyone.
Logan, oh god Logan.
Would he understand? He would have to. He's just like you. He did things in his past. He was violent, angry, a survivor. He never claimed to be a hero. But that doubt swirls in your mind. Fear overtakes any rational thought. You know what you have to do.
This was your fight, not theirs. You could stop them, you needed to finish what you started. Grabbing your wrinkled old backpack you stuff clothes, money, and any essentials inside of it. You had to move quick before any of the mind readers got a hint of what you were thinking.
Especially Charles. You barely had time to think about this but the fear was creeping into your mind. Poisoning it. It's better this way. It's safer this way. They've done so much for you that you owe it to them to help. You're protecting them. All of them. Logan included.
You held on tightly to the necklace he had given you. Tucking it in your shirt as you leave the room. You smiled as you walked through the halls. Saying hello to those who passed by. By the time you were at the front doors you felt a pull to keep you here.
Deep down you didn't want to leave. Of course you didn't. But you overcome the pull and walk through the doors. Refusing to look back as the mansion grows smaller in the distance. You walked for hours. Your feet aching as you finally reached some rinky dink motel. The room is depressing but for now it's home. Curling up on the bed you bury your face in the pillow.
Your heart longing for Logan. You're scared, so scared. A part of you wants to go back and find him. Tell him everything and ask for help. But then you remember what he said. How would he react knowing that you were one of them? Would he forgive you or would he turn his back on you just like Mack always said?
You barely get a moment to think before there's a loud knock at the door. Hand slamming impatiently against it. You quietly get up and look through the peephole. You cover your mouth to hide your shocked gasp. Logan. How the hell did he find you?
"I know you're in there." Oh he's angry. You open the door and Logan steps through.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" His voice booms through the room.
"I come home to a ransacked room, I thought you were in danger. Only to be told that you ran away." He growls. He's clenching his fists tightly. How could you do this to him?
"How did you find me?" You demand as you slowly sink back towards your bag.
"Why did you leave? What's going on!" Logan is confused, lashing out on you because he just doesn't understand. Things were going great. You loved him and he loved you so why would you just run away. Away from the mansion, away from him. Did you not trust him anymore? Why?
"You wouldn't understand." You try to move past him but he grabs your shoulders and pressing you against the wall.
His claws coming out to pin you to it. The sharp adamantium knicks the chain around your neck, breaking it in two. The necklace falls to the ground but neither of you notice.
"Try me." The anger is slowly fading as he silently begs you to talk. To let him in.
"I'm sorry Logan, but I can't."
"Why not? What are you running from? I can help. Let me help." He begs. Please don't leave him. Please. He can do something. He can heal like crazy, he can track, he's fast, he's got fucking metal claws. He can help.
"You can't help me with this Logan. This is for your own good." You try to stay strong but looking into those gorgeous eyes of his was about to make you break.
"This is my fight and mine alone." He scoffs and lets go of you and starts to pace.
"Bullshit. This is our fight now. That's the deal. I lo-" He sighs and pulls you close. "Its you and me. Together." You gently trace his jaw with your gloved hands.
Tears glossing over your eyes as it takes everything in power to stay strong. To not fall into his arms. He's protected himself his whole life and you can't be the one to put him in more danger. He's a hero, he's your hero but tonight he's the love of your life and you need to protect him. Even if it feels like ripping out your own heart.
"Logan..." You say softly. He looks at you with those pretty eyes and you cup his face.
Slowly your lips brush against his. It's just a hint at first. Then it's everything at once. He smashes his lips to yours. Kissing you with a passion and need that you've dreamed off. This is your first kiss after all. It's everything you ever wanted. To feel his lips on yours. Skin to skin. You'll treasure this moment forever.
He's so wrapped up in the kiss that he doesn't notice you take your hand away. Taking off your gloves and move your hands to the side of his head. Hovering over his temples. He pulls away, breathing heavily as he leans in and kisses you again.
"I love you Logan, I love you so much." You say with tears falling down your cheeks. He realizes too late, a flash of fear as you press your hands to his face.
"No!" He roars but its too late.
Like he's in a trance he stands there. You cry as you erase every memory he has of you. He won't remember you, he won't know why he's here or how he got here. You know that you won't have long before someone else finds you and you'll erase their memory too. It's for the best. It's for his own good. His eyes flutter close as he falls to the floor. You catch his head, lowering him gently to the ground. A pillow placed under it. You can't stay, he'll wake any moment. But you have a few seconds. You lean down and place a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you Logan Howlett." You whisper gently.
You take one last look at him before grabbing your bag and running out the door. Each step apart from him is like a knife in your chest. You tell yourself this what needed to happen. You'd rather lose Logan like this than watching him suffer because of you. This way he can be happy, he can move on.
You did this for him. All of it for him.
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Logan wakes to a pounding in his head. Confusion washes over him as he takes in his surroundings. Where the fuck is he? He doesn't remember how he got here, why he came here. He stands up and looks around the room.
"What the hell?" He mumbles to himself.
Was this a prank or something? He cracks his neck and looks around. The room is mostly empty but a small glimmer catches his eyes. He walks over and sees six holes in the wall that match his claws.
Leaning down he picks up a necklace. A heart with two stones. He winces as a sharp pain shoots through his head. He stands up and slips the necklace in his pocket, something telling him to keep it close. He feels a pain in his chest. Not physical pain but something else. Maybe he finally got drunk. Drank enough to finally fuck him up.
All he knows is that he needs to get back to the mansion. As he leaves stops for a second. He shakes his head and continues on, hopping back on his motorcycle. For a second there he swears he caught a whiff of vanilla.
Must be his imagination.
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so why is Luka obsessed with Hyuna anyway?
(mostly just trying to get my thoughts on Luka down before blink gone rewires my brain)
every pet human is extremely limited in freedom, but Luka's case is definitely the worst literally even his birth was by Heperu's design... he can't control any aspect of his own life, from his participation of ALNST (twice!) to what he eats on a daily basis
*translations all by whatafruit
humans have no power over segyein, and Luka doesn't even have any power over own his own body so what can he have power over, then?
other humans, of course
most obvious in round 5: Luka would've had an easy win even if he barely tried, but he goes out of his way to provoke Mizi anyway until she finally snaps... and he smiles as he's beaten
because this is his "power." he successfully manipulated Mizi into reacting, proving he has some control over the situation no matter how pointless it is in the grand scheme of things, this is all he can influence, so he makes the absolute most of it and this control is so important to him he doesn't care about his own physical injuries
it's Hyuna talking in this comic, but clearly reflecting Luka's own mentality
while for Hyuna it's likely just her love for singing and performing (whatever happens, they can't take this away from her) for Luka I imagine it's the ability to influence others from the stage (crushing his opponents, but also shaping his fanbase?)
...so back to Luka -> Hyuna
itâs mentioned more than a few times that Hyunaâs a really talented performer, but seeing their respective stat pages really drives it in
(think the âsuperiority testâ Hyuna was put through relates to this also)
Hyuna doesn't seem to have been created in any special way like Luka was⌠she just has a natural affinity to performing. and that's enough that sheâs considered a real rival to LukaâLuka, who was literally made for this, and put through constant hellish training on top (the pain of having your heart stopped...) to mold him into the perfect idol
to Luka⌠if he canât dominate Hyuna, he can't even take pride in his own ability (that everything he's forced to go through amounts to something?). and power over other humans is all he has, so he needs to overpower Hyuna (also he likely admires Hyunaâs talents at the same time, which just adds to his twisted feelings)
so since his ability isn't enough... by making someone think of you, only you⌠thatâs another way of having power over someone, isnât it
âyour life is mineâ âI told you I only wanted one thingâ
whatever exactly happened with Hyunwoo⌠well that certainly worked. both removing Hyuna's most important person and making Luka someone she can't not think of (oh and he doesn't seem particularly interested in Hyunwoo despite how similar the siblings are in personality? Hyunwoo was even the first to approach Luka, not Hyuna so it's likely because he doesn't have his sister's talents)
but you know how his intimacy(?) value for her is only 70% I figure that's because she escaped, so they could never actually face off onstage... maybe he's disappointed in her "wasting" her ability
what all this amounts to is that she did end up escaping his control, and he never even got to compete against her. so until he can somehow completely overpower her, he'll be obsessed with her
I wonder if this represents his final effort to that... ultimately, he values control over his own well-being, so if he can goad Hyuna into killing him, then doesn't that cement his power over her?
and maybe "saves" him from this hellish life too
kind of a tangent, but I really like how their designs contrast this dynamic Luka looks really angelic and androgynous, so from appearance he seems fragile and like someone to be protected (which even Hyuna seemed to be tricked by when they were younger) and Hyuna obviously looks the stronger one in comparison (very #girlboss (lol...))
but their relationship is one where Luka's trying to control her and Hyuna's trying to escape it... that "beautiful lady" line of ruler of my heart always felt somewhat uncomfortable, and then learning it's actually pitiful (ę°ë ¨í) instead of beautiful is... ...it's a very gendered dynamic, if you get what I mean. despite their surface-level appearances going against what's considered typical
#feel free to send me asks to argue btw#im being completely serious here i wanna discuss alnst oTL#alien stage#alnst#alnst luka#alnst hyuna#hyuluka#well it's... about their relationship...#im not going to try to make sense of his relationship chart comment bc my only reaction is 'is he stupid'#ndfgkd#but the artbook rly has a lot#i can't think of round 5 without thinking of rgu so that probably influences my view of luka too...#btw you're lucky im stopping myself here and not going into some excessively pointless tangent#about how he compares and contrasts with ivan#i can make posts without talking about ivan i prommy#'but you're talking about him now' tags don't count#if you somehow got all the way down here can u listen to 'do you want to fight me' by venus hum#why mention that on this post specifically? if u listen you'll understand trust me
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There are a lot of great tags on this post, and a lot of different and unique takes on gaster which i always love to read :DD but i dont think i managed to evoke what i wanted to with this drawing
We know that gasters aware hes in a video game, but so many characters in undertale are aware of that already. One of the things that make gasters situation different is his ability to look at our world directly. He's aware that we've been looking for him and trying to understand what and who he is, he knows these last few years were dogshit for everyone on earth and mentions it in his pre chapter 2 tweets, he knows our life outside of our tempering with these worlds
And unlike other self aware characters in undertale, he doesn't experience time and the resets. He "lives" outside of what we can control. He truly remembers all that we've done while being unaffected by any of it. So while other self aware characters (im mainly thinking of sans and flowey) know that theres a person behind frisk whos controlling time, they're affected by our choices and (for the most part) can't judge it from an outside perspective
Sans is mostly unaffected by our inputs, and he does manage to judge us in a very impactful way, but he can't be a completely uninvolved judge. He will (understandably) react to us killing his brother and on certain neutral endings, as much as hes trying to hold his unfazed facade together, he's struggling with the thought of how much of his happiness you took away, even if he knows a reset will likely happen and everything will go back to the way it was. Understandably! This game is his world. Even if he knows its just a game that gets reset its still his home and the people he loves are its residents. He can't be unfazed by everything. he is nice to us when we're nice to him, and he hates our guts when we give him reason to. And he will always forget us after a reset and react to our actions only on the current run, not being able to know who we were to him before.
And flowey acts as the embodiment of this games message, he is our mirror and, in his words, he is who we will become if we exhaust this game of all it has. He exists to judge us, but he can do so only from his own point of view. He's judging our actions, our choices in this world as if we we're stuck inside it the way he is, which we aren't. That's not to say his judgement isn't impactful, that would just be. incorrect to say lol. But he can't interpret what he sees us do in a fully unbiased way because he's in a very similar, but not identical, situation to us. While we can enter his world and play the kind way, we do get bored and try new things, like picking the other, more rude dialogue option, or killing a character to see what a person who loves them says. even if we don't fully want to. Just like he said! But while we both went through the same process, there's a difference between us. We can leave. We don't have to grow apathetic and detached from these characters. We don't have to start seeing them less as people and more as repetitive lines of dialogue. If we're bored, we can leave. Play a new game. Come back when we miss them and see those familiar lines of dialogue and feel nostalgia, not dread. And he knows that we're a person that has a life outside of this game. At the end of pacifist he desperately tries to make us stay. But he doesn't see what our life is like, he cant see what we do with our days outside of his world, so he can only see us leave and return and leave and return, and judge us through his (flawed) world view and based on our actions within a world we enter for fun.
Thats not to say they're not written well? They're the fucking coolest flowey and sans rule.(i think the info dump proves my stance on them) I'm just saying that even if they know about us they cant fully judge the situation from a neutral point of view because they have a limited world view and they're affected by our choices, which gaster (as of now) isn't
And we don't know a lot about him. But we do know that he knows hes in a video game, that he knows we control his world and its linear time, that he lives outside of that linear time and is unaffected by our inputs, that he used to experience time linearly before shattering, that he had people he cared about in undertale, that he saw everything all of us did when playing undertale, that he is kind to us in the current deltarune chapters, that he knows of our lives and what we go through, and most importantly in my opinion, he knows that we (fans of utdr) use fiction as escapism
We've had characters judge us and berate us for our misdeeds, who are fully justified in doing so since we did hurt them directly. But they also cannot see the situation from an outside perspective. No character in undertale sees us separated from their world, as a person who lives a life outside of tempering with undertale, to them we are just a god who takes control of their reality, all they see is a cruel person who entered a world just to destroy it, or give everyone freedom and then just take it away in a second, they don't see how small their world is in comparison to ours, they'll never be able to understand that our actions in their world are (for the most part) inconsequential to us. they cant see us beyond the red soul.
so imagine with me for a second, a character within the game who is not only aware of the fact that he's in a game and that there's a player who controls time, but who also has the ability to SEE the players' lives through the internet. A character who has the ability to see the horrors of everyday real life and how much people struggle with it, and see that some deal with those struggles using fiction. And not just any fiction, the fiction that the character itself lives in. A character who knows that these great beings, much bigger than him, use the thought of him and his world to get through the trials and tribulations of their lives, hardships that are horrific in completely different ways than his world ever had. A character who knows that they find comfort indulging in his world and finding everything it has to offer, because whatever his world has is much more pleasant than theirs.
He knows that to us his world is just a video game, one that remembers and we're not above consequences in, but still a video game. One of the most common complaints i hear about UT is that it is preachy in its message, and players shouldn't be berated by it for playing certain routes or making certain choices (but one of the points of the game was that there is an alternative way to complete it so why choose violence BUT that is a whole conversation in it of itself and this is long enough already)
So what if the game understood? What if the character who created this game, this world, knew that it is just a game and didn't judge the player? What if the character accepted that he is only fiction and saw the beauty and purpose within it, and how he can use his position in this situation to connect with us and allow us to escape our hurt for just a little while? What if he saw the hardships we've endured and empathised with us? What if he understood that we don't view his world as real like he does and we just use it for our fun, to escape, the way a child happily plays with a toy? What if he felt for us, and encouraged it?
Deltarune (initially) not having a way to really hurt and kill people makes me think that while gaster wanted us in this world for whatever his larger goal is, and wanted us to indulge in it, he didn't want us to hurt anyone. But he saw what we did with the previous world and knows that warnings, consequences and the visible and audible hurt of the characters won't stop us (in fact, it will encourage us), which is something he accepts and understands. it's said that his own curiosity brought him far in his endeavours so perhaps he even understands our curiosity and why we just have to see what would happen, as morbid as it is in universe
But i love that we (without the help of noelle, a game breaking pro) cannot kill anyone. He didn't even give us that option. He isn't completely detached from these worlds since he used to live within them. He still views the fictional characters in the game as real while also knowing us, our lives, and the way we interact with the characters. And he loves and cares for both.
Letting us escape into a nicer world while keeping the residents of it safe from us.
And that is of course assuming he isn't tricking us into a false sense of security to teach us a lesson, and isn't lying to our faces every time he talks to us kindly and thanks us. but i think that after an entire game and a whole cast of characters who taught us lessons and took control away from us and showed us what an asshole we are for playing the game in an unkind way.. i think it'll be a really nice thing and a breath of fresh air to have a character who knows what they and their world are to us on a realistic scale, see why we sometimes act so detached from its ways, and understand that yeah, it is just a game. And we do the things we do as a means to escape. And that it isn't necessarily a bad thing to interact with games in this way (to me that sounds like the most self aware character ever written). But also see the characters within it as real (since he used to be amongst them) and protect them from our worst.
Truly and wholeheartedly loving and caring for both his family and the person who barely hesitates to strip them of all their joy before murdering them too.
Kissing the hands of the man who killed his son
I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before
I put my lips to the hands of the man who killed my son
#and the original caption is a direct quote#but i love the thought of him analyzing and judging his own worldview and the stance he took on his and his peoples' situations#thinking about how morbid it is that he is empathising and enjoying the company of the people who kill everyone he loves#but still not being able not to#but thatâ is too much fanon interpretation for this accidental character analysis#not even sure anyone will see/read this lol. but i love this guy. i think of him often. i think he has a lot of love in his heart.#parts of this do feel a bit repetitive. srry about that sgsjdj. also sorry about any grammatical errors English sucks muchly#also this is a very VERY surface level reading of undertales message and meta narrative and sans' and floweys characters-#please don't judge my analysis abilities based on this i just wanted to rant about my feelings and emotions and thoughts about#the silly wingding man and why i used a priam quote in a drawing of him#he broke the cycle of hurt#thinking about it i probably should've talked about the original story here. but I don't know it that well and#i don't wanna spread misinformation. also i forgot.#ALSO they way i refered to and interpreted the utdr community is extremely generalising- most of us are weenies and pick the nice dialogue#options every time we play and we dont kill anybody. hell im one of the people who have a hard time replaying ut after completing pacifist.#but generally the community has played no mercy and killed for no reason and exhausted the game of all its got-#thats what the characters see so thats what i wrote them reacting to#(I keep adding more tags while trying to fall asleep) ALSO. gaster could be treating us the same way papyrus does on a no mercy run#papyrus sees us heading down a dangerous path and instead of warning us or threatening us or fighting us he offers us a chance to stop it#showing us kindness when we don't deserve it. (imo its one of if not the most impactful moment of the no mercy route on a meta level)#papyrus doesn't know our lives outside of this. he doesn't know that we do this for fun- to escape unpleasant things in our life. he sees#our actions in his world outside of context and still offers us his mercy (he is the greatest character of all time#AND thats how WE treat the violent characters in our path on a pacifist route) pap does this without the context! so imagine if he had it!#he'd understand even more. thats where i think gaster stands#anyways#dadster 4everrrrrrrrrrrr#infodump
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HEART SHAKER
PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader
WC: ~1k
WARNINGS: established relationship, suggestive language, flirting, attempts at humor. fluff, somehow.
A/N: super freaking unedited i just had to get this out bc i canât believe itâs not smut LOL
âgod, youâre squeezing me so hard, sweetheart.â
you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend, brows set low in a warning. he only smirks.Â
you pump harder.Â
âoh fuck, itâs so tight right now.â
you huff in annoyance, slapping both hands down on your legs.Â
âcan you stop? i lost count!â
satoru laughs at you, throwing his head back.Â
you cringe at how loud his movements sound in your ears, the stethoscope you were using still pressed to his skin.Â
you release the pressure on the cuff around his arm, sighing deeply.Â
âonce again, iâm going to ask you,â you enunciate the words slowly, your eyes aiming at his, right behind that blindfold. âwhy donât you have shoko do this?â
youâre sure if it were her measuring his blood pressure she could get actual accurate results.Â
satoru tilts his head, smiling sweetly.Â
âand why would i do that?â he singsongs. âyouâre the prettiest little doctor around.â
âresident,â you correct him.Â
you wish so badly that he was due for a vaccine or something, just so you would have an excuse to stab him.Â
of course, you weren't complaining. youâre incredibly lucky that shoko took you under her wing once you got a job at the school. you werenât able to master reverse cursed technique at her level quite yet, but you were just as good of a regular doctor as she was.Â
it didnât matter how good you were though, because you werenât a pediatrician or a saint, and it takes one of either to deal with gojo satoru as a patient.Â
âwhy do we even bother with check ups?â he asks, leaning back on the exam table. âi am literally healing my body twenty-four-seven.â
you roll your eyes, grabbing the light test hammer.Â
âwhat kind of question is that? sit up straight,â you shuffle on your chair, getting in between his too-spread legs. whore.Â
satoru shrugs, kicking his dangling feet. âa valid one.â
you bring the hammer down hard on his knee to check his reflexes. naturally, it stops just shy of his leg.Â
you donât even have to look. you know heâs smirking again.Â
âturn infinity off.â
ââturn infinity offâ? youâre so cute,â he replies. you try to hit him with the hammer again to no avail. âi need to teach you some combat skills, girl.â
âand i need to examine you,â you get up off your seat, facing him. satoru leans in with a grin. âbehave.â
he wonât.Â
âwanna play doctor?âÂ
you ignore his voice and the obvious glee in it, a retort dying on your tongue because you do actually have to carry out a check up, to the best of your abilities.Â
grabbing your clipboard, you skim through his most recent health assessment records.
he complained about a migraine to shoko.Â
it makes your heart seize for just a moment, to think of all the stress satoru puts himself through to have his technique active at all times.Â
âhowâs your head?â you ask him.Â
âyou tell me,â his foot grazes the back of your knee, coaxing you closer. âany complaints?â
a dissatisfied sound comes out of your mouth as you press your hands to his chest instinctively, forcing distance between you two.Â
âsatoru, please.â
âdo you worry, baby?â he reaches out to tentatively hold the side of your face. âdonât worry about me.â
âitâs literally my job,â you trail off, head dropping.Â
satoru lifts your chin up and presses his lips to yours for a second or two.Â
âsorry, sorry,â he says before you can chastise him. âcouldnât help it. you look so cute all worked up.â
at this point you just twist your lips disapprovingly, putting the stethoscope earpieces back on.Â
you press it to his chest and listen as he breathes in and out.Â
âsatoru,â you frown. âare you okay?â
âhmm?â
you look at him knowingly, a smirk of your own blooming on your face.Â
âwhy is your heart beating so fast?â
at that, your awful, awful boyfriend finally has the decency to blush.Â
âand youâre breathing so hard, tooââ
âitâs hard, alrightââ
ââwe might have to schedule some follow up exams,â you click your pen to fill out the form, neglecting the way he leans into you.Â
âanytime,â he huffs out, breath skirting on your face where you stand between his knees. âdo i get a lollipop for being such a good boy?â
âno,â you reply, taking a step forward. âbut you can have this.â
you plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for longer than it should as he holds your hips tightly.
he hums contentedly when you pull away.
âmm, smart and generous,â satoru noses your jawline. âhow did i get so lucky?â
you fight the sudden shyness rising up at his words.
âthe same way i got so unlucky,â you smile at his pout. âlifeâs just not fair.â
he coos.
âyou sweettalk all your patients or am i special?â
despite your best efforts not to, you grin at that.
âthe most special,â you say, interlocking your fingers. ânow get back to work.â
satoru grumbles a complaint but hops off the table nonetheless.
âthanks a bunch for seeing me, doc,â he leans down to hover his face right above yours. you push him away with a fingertip to his forehead.
âno problem. now shoo.â
you walk up to your desk to hopefully do some actual work now that your most special patient is leaving.
âah, but i was wonderingââ
âyes?â you donât bother looking up from your paperwork.
âif you could give me some anatomy lessons sometimeââ
âout!â
he slips out the door before you can turn around to see it.
you take a deep breath.
you love satoru to death, but youâre beginning to understand why shoko picked up smoking as a stress reliever.
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cat got your tongue?
yeonjun x fem!reader
synopsis: you and yeonjun are both models.
warnings: đ!!! spit kink if you squint, no protection, creampie, dom!yeonjun, manhandling, bondage (uses his tie on readers wrists), fingering, oral (f!rec),mentions of cum eating prob forgot some sorry
wc: 2.7k me when I lie and say these will all be 1-2k
an: I do not think this is my best work I think I just struggle with dom!member and I apologize lol this wasnt really requested but was taken as such ily @apeachty this was sent before the event post but on the same day so im adding it to the tag anyways lol this is not proof read forgive me sweet angels ill fall on my sword for you.
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You would have to spend over a month traveling together. Over a month of back and forth, car rides, flights, hotel rooms, runways, and photo shoots all while trying to deny dating rumors. The contract was easy enough, but the money earned was less impressive than the exposer. To be the face of a company for an entire season, tied to one of the biggest names in modeling history, not only the fashion house but the model himself who set trends and made people famous for one little interaction. It was a brand deal people dreamed of.Â
The pen cleared the signature box faster than you ever thought you could sign your name. But then the nerves set in. It wasn't over doing your job, modeling, although hard, was now second nature. You worked well with almost every photographer you came across, following instructions without a fret, even when it came to runway you knew your walk was one companies begged to have on their sets.Â
But it was him that left you questioning your abilities. He had been the only clause in the contract that made you second guess yourself. Yeonjun was well known not only in the modeling community itself but globally. His face was splashed across countless brands, ads, and billboards. You couldn't go a day without seeing him at least once on your timeline. Even at the grocery store, in line at the checkout, he looked back at you with his perfect pouty lips from the front of a magazine you could only dream of being on the cover of as often as he was.Â
âYou were specifically asked for,â your agent reminded you after you brought up the status difference. It wasn't as if you were not known, companies wanted you well enough that you wouldn't need the check from this single one month booking. It was the caliber at which he was held. âThey want you and I wouldn't be the one to turn them away when this much press will be on you. Imagine the number of people calling to get one shoot in with you, he brings eyes,âÂ
It wasn't until your first photoshoot that you realized that he would be more of a pain in your ass than an inspiration. He was never mean, you would have to give him that. But it was his overwhelming kindness mixed with the teasing tone he always used on you that somehow pushed your buttons just right. It didn't help that the first time that you walked into the studio you were so shy, little smiles shared with your hands folded in front of you trying to wring out your anxiety. Yeonjun wasn't even on set yet, having shown up a few minutes later with his arms full of coffee, passing them out to each staff member, knowing them all by name. âIt's nice to meet you finally. I didn't know what you would like but this is what I picked out for the little mouse,âÂ
âLittle mouse?â it was the first thing you said to him, your head tilted just enough for him to take in the question and know the slip up of a nickname was going to stick especially when you couldn't get through the photoshoot without an apology. Shoulders stiff with his eyes on you, your nerves making you angry instead of anxious and it all had to do with the little grin set at the edge of yeonjun mouth. âI'll just step out,â and you hated how improved your film was from his absence, your heart calming down its rapt beading.Â
Of course you got over it eventually, or at least the stiffness. You couldn't afford to be stiff when standing next to yeonjun who was naturally relaxed about everything. He would slink to his spot on set, lay his lazy gaze in your direction, and get all of his shots in the minimal amount of frames as if he was born to be in front of the camera. It was annoying.Â
The two of you would be set up next to each other in hair and makeup, your bottom lip is finely brushed with the end of a glosses wand when he would lean on the back of your chair. His hands were always just hovering over your shoulders, never quite touching but enough to feel the heat from his palms, his head leaning next to yours looking back at you in the mirror, âYou guys did such a good job, don't we just look like the perfect pair?â he would quirk an eyebrow at you, the two of you staring each other down while the staff agreed, but he was always waiting for your answer, âdon't we little mouse?âÂ
âIf you think so,â your response always made him chuckle as if you didn't see the way the media was talking about your contract together, as if you didn't feel the chemistry between the two of you. People were still talking about your first runway together, the closing of the show for one of the best collections put on display that week.Â
The lead up was so chaotic, with dressing rooms stacked full of models and assistants, the floor a mess of people undressing and trying to make their quick changes as fast as they could before their names were called. Even yeonjun could feel the pressure in the room, the two of you in your designated corner stripping down back to back.Â
The crowded space made everyone bump into each other. For the smallest second you were caught by the sight of him taking his shirt off, pulling it at the back of his collar showing the way his jeans hung so low on his hips that his happy trail was on display. You had turned, taking off your shirt, shoulder knocked by someone coming to do your hair, it made you stumble back into yeonjun, his hand right at the small of your back holding you upright as you fumbled with the zipper on your pants. âCareful,â he muttered, your heart in your ears as you kicked your shoes away from your space.Â
The two of you were used to seeing each other in different versions of undress after all the photoshoots shared together. Comfortable enough now to be somewhat friends after all the car rides, the few interviews, and hours spent on a set together. It's what you accounted for as your key element to having such a good walk together on the runway. Every step matched, the energy vibrating off the two of you as if you had been a duo your whole life instead of just having been paired together less than a month ago.Â
Even at the afterparty people swarmed you two, asking about your relationship as if they could sense the livewire of that conversation hanging around your heads. It was the first time you had ever seen him flustered enough to stutter over an answer. âI um- you never know,âÂ
The paparazzi loved the two of you, the crowd outside any event was packed full of them, their cameras following you around the city. The two of you always shared a car to your hotels, yeonjuns hand warm in yours leading you through the flash of every blinding light while you tried to shield your eyes. He would pull you in front of him when you finally reached the waiting car door, hand on your back gilding you in before climbing in after.Â
Even shutting the door behind the two of you only muffled the sounds of their questions to a faint murmur. It isn't until the car pulls away from the venue that yeonjun speaks up.Â
âYou did well tonight, you lookedâŚâÂ
âGood, I hope,âÂ
âYou always look good, better than good, i was trying to come up with a different adjective,â it wasn't the first time he's complimented you, but it never stopped you from logging it away to giggle over it in private. âSometimes I don't know what to say to you,âÂ
You chuckle, âI never took you as shy,âÂ
Strands of his hair hang in his eyes, head tilted just enough to catch what little light makes it in from the tinted windows, âno, not shy, just cautious,âÂ
âWhat, afraid you'll break me? Hurt my feelings? Or maybe my ego will get too big,âÂ
He lets out a soft breathy laugh, the sound taking up the space in the backseat. You loved the way his chuckles went down your spine, like a caress of his fingers on the skin you wished he touched. âYouâd let me get close enough to break you?âÂ
âI don't think you could,â it's a light jab and yet it sets everything off kelter. The car ride charged with an energy you couldn't get back into its box. Now opened, the two of you looked back at each other as if you hadn't felt this pot simmering over.Â
His eyes flickered down to your mouth, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he shrugged, âOkay,â he loved that you wanted to play this game with him, as if you hadn't always been slowly picking away at the short wall between you two. It was inevitable that you would end up pressed up against the mirrored walls in the elevator up to your hotel floor.Â
He wasn't even going to do anything, he was going to let you go to your room while he mulled over your conversation, picturing exactly what he wanted to do to you. But then you leaned back against those mirrors, your body reflected around him as the doors slid closed behind him. Your eyes traced the line of him, lashes hooded just enough for you to look through, like a siren on the rocks, beckoning him closer. You didn't stop him when he cupped your jaw, thumb running over your bottom lip, nose dipping to yours. Even when he gave you enough time to pull away, lips ghosting over yours when he asked, âYou'll be good for me, won't you?âÂ
Your answer is hummed right into his mouth when he kisses you, devouring you, pushing you into the corner giving you nowhere to go. His body is hot against yours, cageing you in as he kisses down your jaw, sloppy wet spots cooling in the air as he nips at your neck. âGod, imagine them having to cover up all the marks I leave on you during tomorrow's shoot,â his hand is heavy on your hip, dragging down you cup your cunt over your jeans, âEveryone is going to know I fucking ruined this pussy for anyone but me,âÂ
Your whimper is eaten by the sound of the doors opening behind him, your tight grip on his shirt not loosening when he drags you out after him. He pushes you to his bed when you get past the threshold of his door. His slow walk to the nightstand to flick on the light gives you enough time to think about exactly what's happening.Â
He loosens his tie, veiny hands curled around the fabric as he nods his chin in your direction, âTake your clothes off,â it was only a few hours ago when he saw you topless, and yet your fingers shake when you reach for your hem. âDon't be shy now little mouse, always all talk and no play,âÂ
The heat on your cheeks spreads to your ears at the nickname. Yeonjun takes to matching your state of undress by tossing his tie next to you before unbuttoning his shirt, the outline of him in his pants is mouthwatering. He watches the way you try to speak, hands twisting in the duvet not realizing he's come up so close to you before he's hooked his hand on your chin, tilting your head up before slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. He swirls the digit around, grinning at how willing you are to follow his command even without words, âone day ill fuck this pretty mouth, but for now, I need you on your hands and knees for me,â he shoves your face away, putting his slick finger in his mouth to taste you.Â
Turning around and having him at your back is both chilling and exhilarating, not knowing when he's going to touch you until his hands are sliding up your back, unhooking your bra, and letting it fall off of you. He lets his hand press between your shoulder blades, pushing down hard enough for your arms to give way beneath you, the side of your face pressed into the sheets. âEvery photoshoot I kept thinking about what it would be like to finally get you into my bed, I kept thinking about how I would finally fuck you, how exactly I could use your body,âÂ
His hands slide down your arms, tugging them behind you until you whimper, the silky material of his tie sliding along your fingers as he wraps up your wrists to keep you in place. âAnd every time I just came right back to thinking about putting you just like this, fucking you dumb; using you like my perfect little toy,âÂ
With one hand holding your tied wrists his other slips down to tease you over your soaked panties, fingers following the lines of your cunt like he was made to map you out by touch. You can't even form words and he hasn't done anything, your pathetic little whimpers pushing him further and further. âSo quiet now, I wonder if it's because someone's scared I'll break her?âÂ
âPlease,â it's so soft you don't think he's even heard you, but he's aching for every little sound.Â
âPlease what? What do you want me to do?â he pushes your panties aside, grinning at how wet you've gotten over so little. Your hips push back into his hand, his fingers slipping into you just enough to prep you for the stretch of taking him.Â
âFuck me, break me, anything-â he's so quick to press his cock into you that you're gasping losing all thoughts. His fingers had done little to let you grasp the sheer size of him, even all your slick couldn't help that pleasure mixed with pain as his tip kissed your cervix.Â
He doesn't even hold off from moving, not once he's finally felt your warm gummy walls sucking him, so perfect he doesn't know how he will ever stop from coming back to you. He keeps one hand on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, the other wrapped around the slack of his tie, tugging your arms and using them as leverage to keep his harsh pace as he fucks into your greedy cunt.Â
You feel so full, so completely stuffed that you're a mess of incoherent moans mixing with the slapping sounds of your connecting bodies. Yeonjun is mesmerized by the way your ass ripples with each slap of his hips; mesmerized by the way his cock is disappearing in and out of you. âSo fucking perfect,â he's grunting, âI'm going to fill up and then eat my little mouse out until she screams, kiss your pussy better after taking me so well, does that sound good?âÂ
âYes, god yes!â Your voice is muffled by the way you are pressed into the mattress, arms slightly numb as he pummels himself into you, thrusts getting sloppier with the build up of his orgasm. He tells himself that he will pull out but then he's cumming, body shuddering as you clench around him, his rumbling moans following the steady pulse of his leaking cock.Â
When he pulls out of you he watches the way the dribbling cream coats your puffy lips. Untying your hands he lets you roll onto your back, slotting himself between your legs and attaching his mouth to your swollen clit. Your fingers still gaining feeling fall to his hair, pulling on the strands and he brings your orgasm back to the surface. The obscene sounds coming from his fingers trying to match his previous pace makes him chuckle, the feeling of his laugh vibrating against your clit. It takes little work for you to tumble into your orgasm when he curls his fingers just right, your body following every command he lays down.Â
His hand is covered in your combined cum when he's done with you, the stickiness capturing both of your attention before he shoves them into your waiting mouth.
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watch and learn (part eight)
pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
content warning drug and alcohol use
summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you wonât get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you canât stand him, but itâs too good of an offer to turn down.
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The Sunday morning sky is cloudy, offering hardly any sunlight to shine into your dorm room. Considering the tangled, dreary way you woke up feeling, itâs fitting.
Liv comes over with smoothies from an on-campus juice bar.
âThey call this one Hangover Cure,â she says as she hands you a tall, plastic cup. âSo I got us both the biggest size.â
You smile and thank her, feeling like you have more of an emotional hangover than a physical one. You sit up in your bed as she sits in your desk chair, swirling the straw in her drink.
âSo, what happened last night?â she asks.
You shrug and look down. Youâre not sure you should hook up with Rafe anymore. You donât understand how he can call you perfect and beautiful and baby during sex, but when youâre clothed, he acts casual. At best. At worst, heâs just a jerk.
You did share a tender moment last night at the party, but it lasted mere seconds before he turned the conversation sexual again.
âWhat always happens. We hooked up and I went home.â You take a beat. âYou actually think he likes me?â Your voice is thin as you recall Livâs text from last night.
âThe jealousy on his face when I told him you were with Blake⌠was something else,â she tells you. âAnd the way he left with you?â
She gives you a knowing look and takes a sip of her drink.
âDo you like him?â she asks. Livâs already heard all about your arrangement with Rafe, but whenever she hinted that it could be more, you laughed it off. You donât laugh this time.
âIâd be an idiot to like a guy who tells me from the get-go that would never tie himself down with a girlfriend,â you say. âThe jealousy was because he might lose his favorite booty call.â
âIf you say so,â she says. You force yourself not to feel any hope from her words.
You think about the way Rafe looked when you asked him about his family last night. It was a small glimpse into a side you hardly ever see.
He does have a heart underneath all the attitude and temper and ego. And itâs clearly damaged. But youâre not going to make a fool of yourself hoping he shows it to you again, let alone opens it up.
âAnyways, look what Blake texted me,â you say. When you hand Liv your phone and she reads the message, she puts her hand over her mouth in shock.
âThis is so cute,â she coos. âA man who directly tells you he likes you? That exists?â
âApparently,â you say. âI think Iâm gonna say yes.â
âYou should,â Liv replies. âBut, and donât kill me for asking, would you say yes to Rafe if he texted you this?â
âHe wouldnât,â you say confidently, taking back your phone. âOkay, stop holding out on me. You made out with Sam? How did that happen?â
Your friend tells you about the rest of her night and youâre appreciative of the break from your own thoughts.
About half an hour later, Rafe is coming back from the gym when he hears your laugh coming from your room. He canât pass up the opportunity to pound on your door.
âToo loud!â he calls, passing by. Liv gets startled and you laugh again, recognizing his voice right away.
âAsshole,â you quietly mutter. Liv looks at you for a moment, no doubt noticing the smile on your face.
After she leaves, you look at Blakeâs text again.
Gotta be honest. I wanted to kiss you when we were in my room but you make me really nervous haha. Can I take you on a date? A real one. Not just a study date lol. All good if youâre not into it. Let me know.
While you havenât always necessarily felt an overwhelmingly strong pull to Blake, you definitely have a crush. You wanted him to kiss you last night. Maybe you could make each other happy.
You reply: you donât have to be nervous :) a real date sounds nice.
When Blake responds, you plan to go out to dinner together on Wednesday night.
On Tuesday, one of your floormates knocks on your door to tell you sheâs having a party in the common room that night. Since alcohol isnât allowed in the buildingâs public areas, she lets you know the booze will be hidden to give the impression that itâs a dry party.
You decide to take the invitation. Itâs nearing 9 pm when you enter the large room, its walls already packed with a crowd of students youâve seen around the building.
Music is playing under the overlapping conversations and bottles of juice and soda are scattered around the room. Youâre sure theyâre all made to look innocent but are spiked with booze.
You dive into conversation with a girl who lives a floor above you when you pick up a solo cup and fill it with juice, barely glancing at the table as the overwhelming aroma of vodka hits you.
Rafe will never turn down an invitation to a party. When he comes through the door, he sees you standing by one of the couches and chatting with someone. Like always, you look pretty as hell.
He looks to one of the tables in the room to see stacks of different colored solo cups behind pieces of paper, words scribbled in marker. It must be some sort of party game.
The pink cups are behind a note that says Taken; the purple, Down to Smash, blue, Single; green, Itâs Complicated.
He glances at you again to see you holding a purple cup. Down to smash?
Youâve been chatting for a while now, your cup empty and your head already sort of buzzing from how much vodka was in the bitter juice. You look up from your conversation to see Rafe gazing at you from across the room.
You hate how he can be so relaxed, in a simple t-shirt and jeans and messy hair, and still look so good.
He has a ridiculous effect on you. You accept this as a fact when you realize youâre overjoyed to see him. Heâs captivating without even trying.
Itâs the type of happiness you feel when you see a good friend, you tell yourself.
Your heart skips a beat when he crosses the space, closing the distance between you. You tell the girl it was nice talking to her before Rafe inevitably interrupts you.
He approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets.
âInteresting choice,â Rafe says.
âWhat?â
âThat,â he mumbles, pointing to your cup.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â you laugh.
Rafe silently nods his head towards the desk by the door. You glance over to see writing in front of each stack of cups.
âOh,â you say, brushing past him to look down at the spread. âI didnât know the colors meant anything.â
You can still taste the juice you drank. The vodka was good, but the juice wasnât.
âYuck, I hate this flavor,â you say. Rafe looks over at the bottle you must have poured from.
You study the cups, and if youâre really honest, the green cup is the most fitting. Itâs Complicated. Because youâre not looking to casually hook up with anyone else, yet youâre not devoted to someone. Single makes you look like youâre hoping to be in a relationship, when you already sort of like two guys at once.
âWhatâs complicated?â Rafe asks when you pick it up. He wonders if itâs because of Blake.
You give him that look heâs so used to by now, that look that somehow irritates him and turns him on at the same time. At least you didnât pick up the Taken cup. He can still touch you if you let him.
For a moment, he imagines a world where he isnât in a frat. Where you two meet like this, at a dorm party, and he doesnât have to watch you get slowly taken away by a guy he introduced you to.
âI canât explain it. Thatâs what makes it complicated,â you flirt with a smug smile. You decide to put the cup back, still holding on to the empty purple one, figuring youâre tipsy enough for a school night.
âWhy not?â he asks, muttering his words angrily.
âIs being mad, like your default state?â you ask with a small smile. âOr are you just jealous?â
âWhat the hell would I be jealous of?â Rafeâs eyes dart away.
âBlake,â you reply bluntly. His blue eyes meet yours.
Does he not know how transparent he is? He was pissed when he learned you were with Blake last night. He basically yanked you out of the party.
âYou know you could easily find another girl to fuck around with, right?â you say. âI know of two, at least.â
You think back to the girl he had moaning in his room and the girl he made out with at the mixer party.
âI wanna fuck around with you,â he says. You let out a disillusioned chuckle.
âCharming,â you mutter. The response tells you everything you need to know. Heâs mad because heâs losing a fuck buddy.
âAre you with him or not?â Rafe asks sternly.
The conversation has ignited an alluring tension between you. You were considering stopping the hook-ups. But you melt under his gaze, head swimming, core heating.
Youâre nobodyâs girlfriend. Why not have great sex with a friend while youâre available?
âIâm not,â you say, looking down at your purple cup. âI guess this was the right choice for tonight.â
Despite the irritation and jealousy gnawing at Rafe, he happily surrenders to the rush of excitement prickling his skin.
âWhy arenât we fucking then?â he asks.
âWe?â you tease, pulling at the string making him jealous just a little more. âI was thinking I should find someone else and put all my practice to the test.â
âShut up,â Rafe says with a lazy smile, taking the empty cup from you and placing it on the table, replacing it with his hand.
Itâs almost funny, considering he was so against holding your hand the night on the boat, but now does it in front of a crowd of people.
His grip is tight as you leave the room together. Pulling you out of parties to get naked with you is becoming a new habit of his.
Youâre glad he doesnât suggest going to your room. Itâs easier to leave him after the sex than to be left.
With that thought, a moment of self-restraint hits you when his door slams behind you and his lips are on yours, hands cupping your face.
âTurn on some music,â you pull back to tell him. âLoud.â Hopefully itâll keep him from talking. His tender words are too much if you want to protect your heart.
He flips on a playlist on his speakers. Of course he has one at the ready. You bet he has turned it on for lots of other girls.
The first few notes play. You love this song. You knew what kind of party music he liked, but who knew youâd have the same taste in slow songs as Rafe does?
Rafeâs mouth finds yours again, his tongue swirling gently, his body curving into yours as you stand in the middle of his room, the gentle music filling your ears.
You both have your own pace, so in tune with each other now. He knows where to touch you and when, stripping layers off you between heated, deep kisses.
Once youâre in your bra and panties, you realize this might have to be the last time. Because his lips and hands feel damn near perfect as they roam over you. Because now you can only hope you find another man who can touch you and push you out of your comfort zone like this.
You urgently pull his shirt off and shift to sit on the edge of his desk, pulling him in, cupping his firm shoulders. Rafe smiles, amused by you taking control. You really arenât shy anymore.
âYou want me to fuck you on my desk?â he mumbles against your ear over the music. He spoke, but as long as it isnât misleadingly romantic, youâre okay with it.
He unhooks your bra, squeezing your chest tenderly.
This is just sex. And with the confusion and uneasiness youâve been feeling, you desperately want to get lost in the pleasure you know he can give you.
âBe rough with me,â you urge. Rafeâs stunned by your words, feeling himself throb with need.
âLook at you telling me what you want,â he praises in your ear, unbuttoning his jeans.
Once his pants and boxers are off, his hands grip your knees, aggressively pulling your legs apart. He presses over the dampness in your panties with his fingers, watching you through hooded eyes as your breath hitches.
âYou wet for me?â Rafe mumbles. The moistness between your legs is palpable without you even needing to touch yourself.
âMightâve made a mess,â you answer, looking down as he stimulates your clit, brushing over your moistened panties. Your words are so hot to him that he almost feels dizzy.
âShit, baby,â he groans. âI canât fucking wait to be inside you.â His fingers slip under the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs.
He pushes your knees apart again, even rougher this time, massaging your bare pussy, coating his fingers in your arousal.
Youâre so wet, so sticky, that his cock is aching at this point. Heâs so glad you want it rough tonight.
Rafe finds the small of your back, nudging you forward so youâll tilt your hips up how he wants you to. He takes a condom out of his drawer and you grab it out of his hand, ripping open the wrapper and holding his cock as you roll it down.
Itâs intoxicating to him, seeing how bad youâre craving him. Howâd he get so fucking lucky to be wanted like this?
Once he can guide his tip into you, he shifts to hold your hips down and look you in the eyes as he jerks into you hard.
The sudden jolt causes you to hit the back of your head on edge of his top shelf and while you giggle, his brows furrow in concern. He brings his hand up, resting it where you hit your head, thrusting into you again and letting the shelf dig into his skin instead.
The gesture is tender but then again, almost everything Rafe does during sex is tender. Why canât he be like this all the time?
His other hand cups your cheek, pulling back and pushing into you hard again. Your breath hitches at the pressure of him curving up into you like this in the new position.
His thrusts start quickening, the desk rattling against the wall, the music throbbing within the walls of his room. Your pulse is skyrocketing as you take in his aggressive pressure.
âFeel good?â he murmurs.
You nod, lost in the pleasure, eyes rolling. He gently tugs at the roots of your hair, coaxing you to tilt your head back and look at him with your eyelids half-closed and lips parted.
âFuck, thatâs nice,â he whispers. âLike you were made for me.â
This is the shit that brings your heart into something that is only supposed to be about your body.
You press your fingers against his mouth to shut him up, but he takes the opportunity to shift and kiss your palm as he pushes into you.
âDonât say that stuff,â you mumble.
âWhat?â he whispers with a mocking chuckle. âThought I taught you to take compliments.â
âJust donât,â you urge, leaning in to meet his lips again. Rafe kisses you hard but pulls back, forehead pressed up against yours.
âYou still donât think youâre perfect?â he rasps.
âItâs⌠itâs not that,â you say. Fuck. Heâs just making it worse.
âI thought talking was good,â he says, almost in a whine.
âJust stop,â you tell him, kissing him again.
Rafe hates being told not to speak when all he wants to do is tell you how good you feel, but he gives into the confusing request when he hears the desperation in your tone.
Hell, heâd stop talking for days if it meant he could have you like this.
He deepens the kiss, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. You groan at the sweet pain, shifting to wrap your arms around his body.
This position isnât enough. You want him to be able to thrust into you as deep as possible.
âOn the bed,â you say urgently. He hates pulling out of you but follows your instructions, watching you drop your feet to the floor.
When you sink onto the bed, your ass in the air, your pussy glistening, his stomach rolls with excitement. He settles behind you, propped on his left knee and his right foot, guiding into you again, watching his cock disappear as you swallow him.
You arch your back and groan, your pulse hard in your ears as he goes balls deep into you. He starts to go so hard that you feel like heâs splitting you open with every frantic thrust, your fingers bunching into his pillow.
The music is too loud. He wants to hear your pretty moans. He shifts off of the bed and you look back in confusion, watching as he shuts off the music and comes back, burying into you again.
âI wanna hear you,â he says. You rest your forehead onto the bed, pushing back onto him as he slams into you. Admittedly, you want to hear him, too.
Your breaths are shallow with his fast pace, sweat coating your skin. His stomach is starting to ache from how hard heâs working his muscles.
âTouch yourself,â he orders. âCum with me.â
You shudder as you find your swollen clit, rubbing just the way you like while he pounds in and out of you. Rafe loves the way his hands look gripping your hips, your ass recoiling with every move.
âYou take it so good,â he says, voice ragged. âThis pussy is mine. Youâre fucking mine.â
You hate that his possessive words sound so nice to you. A deep pleasure starts to roll through you, your orgasm slowly reaching you. He can tell with the way youâre tensing that youâre close and he goes even harder, your skin slapping.
You moan and shudder through your peak, clenching around him. Rafeâs groan is deep as he feels his cock swell and tighten, releasing and spasming with hard jerks.
His chest is heaving as he pulls out, watching you limp to your side, your face soft and satisfied.
Rafe doesnât bother to stand and clean up yet. Heâll worry about it later. He gives into the impulse to lie down behind you, his body curving against yours, arm wrapping over your chest.
Your eyelids are heavy as you come down from the high, thinking about the things he said.
âTurns out you need more pointers,â you say between heavy breaths. âYou shouldnât say stuff like that to a girl when you donât mean it.â
âLike what?â he says into your ear.
âYou know what,â you say. âIâm not yours.â
Rafe knows he fucked up by saying that. Thatâs the kind of shit a boyfriend would say. And he so clearly isnât the boyfriend type and you so clearly see him as just a friend.
âWhy are you so mad, huh?â he says, trying to dismiss the tension. âYouâre acting like me in⌠whatâd you call it⌠my default state?â
You laugh despite yourself. He feels an overwhelming sense of pride from making you smile when youâre clearly upset.
You try to sit up, but his arm is locked around you. His breath is warm and comforting on the back of your neck.
He doesnât understand where youâre rushing off to. You told him aftercare was important. And for fuckâs sake, now he actually wants you to say and let him hold you for a little while.
You donât like this. You two are getting dangerously close to cuddling. Itâs like heâs trying to make you catch feelings for him. Just because he can separate affection from emotion, doesnât mean you can.
âHate to make you sad but I gotta go,â you quip. He exhales mockingly.
âI donât get sad,â he says bitterly. This makes you still.
With those simple words, Rafe has said so much. You knew he was emotionally unavailable, but the clear disgust he has with the possibility of feeling sad is telling.
âEveryone gets sad,â you say. You think back to his fatherâs cruel scolding. âAnd if anyone makes you feel like youâre wrong for being sad, theyâve got their own issues.â
Rafe canât wrap his head around this. Heâs been told to man up all his life.
âDid you fall asleep?â you ask with a chuckle after he doesnât reply.
âNo,â he says quietly. âYou honestly believe that?â
âWhat?â
Heâs silent again.
âThat itâs okay to be sad, you mean?â you ask.
âYeah.â
âOf course,â you say. âWhat, you donât?â
âItâs weak.â
You stare ahead at the wall opposite his bed, and youâre not sure if youâre imagining it, but you think you can feel his heartbeat against your back. Itâs gotten faster.
âDo you really think that? Or did someone make you think it?â you ask.
Rafe has never been challenged like this before. Whenever his father berated him for simply getting close to crying, he was told to grow a backbone. To stop his whining. His whole life.
âI really think that,â he finally says. If sadness wasnât weakness, why did it always make him feel like he was breaking from the inside?
His coldness makes so much more sense to you now. It seems Rafe doesnât allow himself to feel anything but anger.
âItâs a good thing youâre not the relationship type,â you say with a sardonic laugh. âSome advice, though? If you ever find a girl you want to be serious with, donât make her feel shitty for being sad. Itâs not weak to have feelings.â
Rafe wants to know if you said heâs not relationship material because he told you himself or if you really think it.
Then he scowls to himself. Why the fuck does he care?
âYouâre just full of advice tonight,â he says with a smirk, his hand running over your ass.
âThatâs why we started this, isnât it?â you reply, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation. âSpeaking of, consider therapy.â
Rafe playfully and gently slaps your ass and you giggle, squirming out of his grip. When you try to get up again, this time, he lets you.
His eyes take you in as you pull your clothes back on, his head propped up on his hand, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. You look at him, noticing how flushed he is from how hard he went.
Normally, being watched like this would make you nervous, but youâre fine with his eyes on you. You actually like it. Youâre not sure if itâs because of Rafe or if youâd feel this way with any guy now.
Rafe watches you as you get dressed, getting deep in your thoughts like you do sometimes. How are you so damn cute?
Youâre reconsidering your idea of if this should be the last time having sex with him. It feels too good. Youâre still buzzing. While youâre single, why canât you casually hook up with him?
âFuck, youâre fun,â Rafe says, his bright smile and deep dimples melting your heart.
Okay. This is why you canât. You started this because you basically hated him when you decided on it. Now, you canât imagine hating the sweet, complicated man lying in bed watching you.
Maybe this was the last time.
âI know,â you respond with a smile, copying his cockiness. You finish dressing yourself and rush out to take a shower, wishing the water could wash away the complicated feelings bothering you.
The next night, an hour before Blake said heâd pick you up, youâre getting ready, music playing loudly from your computer.
Rafe is trying to make sense of a syllabus as your music floats into his room. He thinks of last night and immediately wonders if youâre hosting someone. And having sex with them.
As you try on your third outfit, your phone buzzes.
Rafe: loud af⌠do i need to tell on you
You smirk.
You: dude itâs not even quiet hours
You calling him dude reminds him of the way you called Blake babe the other night. He forces away the memory.
Rafe: partying by yourself?
You: yup getting ready for a date
Rafe looks up from his screen, disappointment wrapping around him like a heavy blanket he canât shake off.
His stomach sinks hard. Harder than it did the other night at the ABC party when he heard you were upstairs with Blake.
Youâre slipping away from him. Anger pools in his stomach but he tries to act casual, teasing you like he always does.
Rafe: who tf would date you lol
You roll your eyes at the text.
You: people with taste⌠jerk
Rafe: just kidding
You: hate u
Blake pulls up in front of the dorm building ten minutes late, apologizing profusely for his timing. You laugh and forgive him, sliding into his car to see he got you a bouquet of flowers.
He takes you to a restaurant off-campus, pulling out your chair. You sit across from him, taking in the way heâs sitting up straight.
âYou look cute,â he says.
âThanks. You clean up nice, too,â you say. âCompared to the plastic bags you were in the last time I saw you.â
Blakeâs smile is big, his laugh gentle.
âYou have fun at the party?â he asks.
âI did.â And after it in Rafeâs dorm.
âCool,â he replies. You nod, looking down at the menu. The way conversation between you moves reminds you of your study date. Itâs not painfully awkward, but itâs not seamless.
You figure itâs nerves.
When your food arrives, Blake takes a picture of the table. Once you start eating, your discussion starts to flow a little easier, making jokes and pulling from topics youâve discussed over the phone since you started texting.
Blakeâs a gentleman, parking to walk you up to your door after he drives you home. His hand ghosts over your shoulder as you walk through the hallway, his touch warm.
When you stop in front of your door, Rafe can hear you talking. He saw Blakeâs Instagram story. It was just a photo of food at a restaurant, but it doesnât take a genius to know he was with you. The date you had was with him.
âYou really liked the food?â Blake asks you for the third time. You chuckle at his nervousness.
âYou picked well,â you reassure. âAnd thanks for the flowers.â
How original, Rafe thinks. He got you flowers.
A group of fellow residents pass by laughing. If Blake tries to kiss you, you probably wonât like it in such a public space.
âThat was fun,â you say, stepping back a little, hoping he gets the hint that this isnât the place to make a move.
âIt was. Oh, weâre going to the beach on Saturday,â Blake tells you. âNot everyone, just a few of us. Bring Liv. Between you and me, Sam likes her.â
âYeah?â you say with a laugh. âSure. That sounds fun. Iâll invite her, too.â
âGreat,â he replies, nodding.
âGood night,â you say. Blake gives you a tight grin and echoes the sentiment, stepping back to give you the space to open your door.
Rafe finds a text Sam sent him a few hours ago.
Sam: you alive?
Rafe hasnât been to the frat house since the party last Saturday night. To be honest, heâs not sure how he can handle being around Blake. He canât exactly lose his temper on his brother. His future at the frat will be shot.
But he wants to be at the beach if youâll be there.
Rafe: yes lol whats the move this weekend
Thankfully, Sam mentions the beach plan Rafe overheard about. Maybe he loves to torture himself. Or maybe he just wants to take every opportunity to see you.
You pull up to the beach in Livâs car on Saturday. The boys picked a good day to swim. It feels like a heat wave.
When you find the group of six guys, youâre happy to see that Rafe is one of them. Heâs in his swim shorts, his baseball hat on backwards like usual.
âDidnât know youâd be here,â you say when he notices you. âGross.â
âShut up,â Rafe says with a smirk, flipping you off. He takes in how good you look in your dress, eager to see the bikini underneath. âWhy the hell did you come? Brothers only.â
âAm I not basically one of you now?â you say, leaning over to greet Blake with a side-hug. Rafeâs smile disappears and he looks away.
Blake hands you a bottle of flavored seltzer and you look down at it, cocking your head, trying to figure out how to kindly turn it down. Itâs the same flavor of spiked juice you drank last night.
âShe doesnât like that flavor,â Rafe mutters.
Blake meets his gaze, pulling the drink back towards his chest.
âOh, yeah,â he says. Funny enough, you actually mentioned not liking it on your date when you were swapping hangover stories. He looks at you. âI knew that. Sorry.â
âAll good,â you chuckle. âWhat else you got?â
Blake leads you to the large cooler in the sand and you steal a glance at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched tight.
As the afternoon goes on, you realize Blake is less nervous talking to you when other people are around.
The eight of you play a game of beach volleyball. Rafe considers Blake lucky that heâs on the same team as him. Heâd whip the ball at him every chance he got if he were on the other side of the net.
At one point, Sam serves it so hard that you have to duck onto the sand, the ball bouncing off your arm, leaving a stinging feeling.
âYou trying to kill her?â Liv scolds her teammate. You feel a hand cupping your forearm.
âYou good?â You look up to see Rafe leaning over you, his voice deep.
âYeah,â you say. Rafe is pissed off beyond belief that Blake is just standing there like an idiot, watching you instead of making sure youâre okay.
âYou alright?â Blake asks from his place on the court in front of you.
âYellow card worthy,â you joke, getting up on your feet.
When the game wraps up after you all decided to stop keeping score ages ago, Blake approaches you, looking down at you with a shy smile.
âYou wanna swim?â he asks.
âSure,â you say.
The water is so cold that it feels sharp, leaving you and Blake to laugh together with every step into the sea.
Rafe is sitting in the sand with his buddies, watching Blakeâs hand find yours. The view makes his stomach turn.
It seems natural between you two, the way you touch, the way you splash each other and laugh together.
He gets the same feeling he did the night of the mixer party, when he felt like his anxiety over losing you wasnât just because he was losing great, casual sex. Itâs not only that. Itâs more. And that fact makes him uncomfortable.
But that shit just doesnât come naturally to Rafe. Affection is like a foreign language to him. Heâs not into the boyfriend stuff solely because he doesnât want to do it. Itâs also because he canât. He doesnât know how to.
Buying flowers, planning dates⌠heâd feel totally lost. He canât compete with Blake. Like Rafe always says, doing something serious like dating in college is a waste of time. Maybe he believes that because he didnât think heâd meet someone like you. And because he doesnât want to fail at it.
You and Blake stop when you figure youâre deep enough in the water, the sand soft beneath you, the sun shining down.
âI keep messing up today,â he says.
âWhat?â He looks down, shaking his head, lips twisting adorably. These cute, little moments remind you of why you have a crush on him.
âCan I kiss you?â Blake asks.
You smirk, relieved that you can finally do this and feel if your physical chemistry is there like you think it is.
When Rafe sees two figures join in the distance, his heart drops.
(part nine)
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Itâs hard to put on a bright face, in spite of everything (Patreon)
#Doodles#Flowey#UT#Underfell#Just regular Underfell this time! His interactions with Fellplates!Gaster are fun but it was also a great springboard of thinking of Just He#I've never really considered Underfell!Flowey - I love that he's duplicitous and tragic and terrible <3 So a happy Flowey was just kinda#Fine I guess? Kinda missing his depth tho isn't he?#That's what I thought initially anyway hehe ⪠I think he could definitely hold some lies in his belly still âŤ#I think no matter what version you end up with - no matter what stimuli you introduce to him - you're going to end up with Floweyâ˘#He's still just a lost little soul with too much Determination and the ability to use it to his own ends - and he's bored. And he's Tired#Especially of getting killed all the time - that whole Kill or Be Killed thing got old Fast - faster than it did in Undertale anyhow#He's still just a fearful little dust-coward in there <3 And when he loses his ability to come back? Oh I think that'd scare him silly#I don't believe for a second that he'd be any more merciful to the player if he didn't think he'd get something from it#Protection - new things to see or feel - maybe he'd even have something of a capacity to be appreciative that'd be nice#And I do think he'd be genuinely helpful! But I think it'd have a Lot of the same undercurrents as what happens to him in the Genocide run#Depends a lot on the player as well - maybe the kinder you are to other monsters the better he'd behave#But would it be out of fear or cockiness of still surviving haha ⪠I just love when he's the worst! He's my favourite when he's the worst!#I think the big question would be Omega Flowey - I mean. Even someone kind-hearted like Asriel became what he did#And Asgore was willing to give himself up to become a True Monster as well - I just :| I don't think he'd fare well lol#Maybe the rules are different in Underfell I dunno but if the rules are the same-#But then again ⪠I also like it when he has the opportunity to be terrible and then doesn't. For whatever reason - selfish - selfless#He's just my favourite :) And it's fun to imagine him acting differently from the same source/different reasons hehe
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Gojo going berserk after his wife got injured
Pairing: husband!Gojo x reader
Word Count: 1,5k
Warnings: slight injury, language, Gojo being really mad lol
Notes: My dearest @hitori979, this one is dedicated to you! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting me since day 0, always liking and commenting my brainrot. I hope you enjoy this fanfic as a little thank you from me đ¤ How other JJK men react when (y/n) gets hurt here Choso with injured (y/n) who has blood phobia here
âDo you really have to go, babe?â, Satoruâs oh so sweet voice mumbles against your neck.
You know exactly what heâs up to. Satoru always acts this way when youâre about to leave for a mission. How much he hates to see you walk through the door. While heâs fully aware of the fact that youâre a damn strong jujutsu sorcerer, he just dislikes the thought of you getting injured on some stupid mission. If he had it his way, you would stay at home, maybe teach here and there at Jujutsu High, but thatâs it.
You are way too precious to risk your life on a mission.
âYou know I have to. This is my job, remember? And I have to let you go every day, knowing that youâre not even paying attention. May I remind you that I havenât been injured for over a year?â, you softly reply.
âThatâs not true, I am paying attention!â
You raise your eyebrow demandingly by the way he ignored your last question.
âAt least sometimesâŚCome on babe, this is not fair! Just because you havenât been injured for some time doesnât mean you wonât get injured today! Also, I wanted to spend the day with you!â, he complains, arms wrapped around your frame so tightly that itâs getting hard to breathe.
âYou always want to spend the day with me. As much as Iâd love to stay here, I have to go. Megumi will assist me.â
âI should assist youâŚâ, he mumbles.
âThey wouldnât even send me, thenâ, you chuckle.
âPromise that youâll text me, I already threatened Megumi to take care of you.â
âI will, darling. Now let me go or Iâll be late.â
With one last grumble and kiss, he finally lets go of you while you smile to yourself. God, how much you adore your husband. Even though it can be quite challenging from time to time, you admire the way he cares about you.
âI love youâ, you shout before you close the door behind you.
âLove you too!â
-later-
âDonât worry, one or two hours and weâll be done with thisâ, you reassure Megumi who stands beside you.
âThis doesnât look goodâ, he comments.
Unfortunately, heâs right. You donât know why there are so many curses around, but an uneasy feeling spreads in your guts. This isnât the right place for a grade 2 sorcerer, let alone a first class student. Well, maybe even youâŚ
âTry to stay behind me. This will get uglyâ, you instruct Megumi when another wave of curses appears.
âGojo-sensei will kill me if you get injured because of me.â
You wink at him while as you unsheathe your sword.
âWho said I will?â
Without wasting another precious minute you sprint forwards, eyes darting around the area. There are so many, way too fucking many, curses around here. This isnât normal, something is very wrong here. But you donât have time to think about it any further â Megumiâs and your life depend on your abilities.
You fight off more than 40 curses with ease, slashing your sword over and over. Fuck, this has no end. As soon as you exorcise one curse, two more appear on your sides and try to attack you. With every passing minute it becomes clearer and clearer to you that you wonât be able to complete this mission unscathed with Megumi alone.
âHere are many curses around, I canât explain why though. It wouldnât hurt to send some helpâ, you instruct into your headphone, fully aware of the fact that your husband is able to hear your decent cry for help as well and might freak out.
Where do all of these curses come from? This is a public place, it shouldnât be possible for them to develop here this well. Expect this arenât traditional cursesâŚ
âI wonât lie to you: Somethingâs off here. Iâm not entirely sure if these are normal curses. Just stand your ground, I already informed the higher ups about thisâ, you inform Megumi with firm voice, fighting off a curse just before it is able to scratch your face open.
They come from all directions, almost absorbing you. Desperately you fight back with all your abilities, holding onto your sword so tight that your knuckles stand out white. You have to get through all of these curses, you have to find out why theyâre here and why on earth so numerous.
But you canât. Your thoughts wander to Satoru and his words this morning. Heâll definitely go insane when he hears about this. And for a moment, a wave of relief washes over you by that thought. Because this means heâll come here and end this madness without Megumi getting hurt.
Megumi.
You almost miss the way a curse lunges from behind towards him while heâs busy fighting off three other ones at the same time. Instinctively you sprint forwards as fast as your feet carry you, breath going sharp and fast. No way in hell this thing will hurt Megumi. Not when youâre in charge.
âBend over!â, you scream on top of your lungs, blade already on its way to cut through that curse.
But just before you hit it, its claws find their way into your face, scratching your forehead slightly before it falls to the ground lifelessly.
You hiss, a stinging pain crawling up your skin. But when you gently scan the spot with your fingertips, only a minor stain of blood shows itself. You let out your breath, relief flooding your body. This is nothing serious, nothing to worry about.
But before you sprint back in action, a reflex holds you back.
âDonât move an inch, Megumiâ, you warn the boy next to you.
In the split of a second, a wave of hollow purple rushes past your orbs, killing every curse on its way. You let out the breath you didnât know you were holding, heartbeat picking up in an instant. Itâs him. It has to be him.
â(y/n)!â, he cries out, large frame suddenly by your side.
âWhat is this?â, he hisses.
Frantically, his eyes scan your forehead, widen in blank horror.
âOh, this? Just a minor wound, nothing to worry ab-â
âNothing to worry about!? You promised to be careful, you promised not to get hurt!â, he literally scolds you while his fingertips inspect your wound.
âStop thatâ, you warn him, slapping his hand away.
âI did the best I could but they were just too many. And there are always more to come, look.â
Not even a minute later, dozens of new curses begin to flood the streets.
âWe need to get back to work!â
âNoâ, he interrupts you roughly.
âNot you, youâll stay here.â
You canât believe your ears, mouth too stunned to speak for a second. He canât be serious, right? This is your mission. You wonât give up because a small wound on your forehead that isnât even bleeding severely.
âThis is my mission, Satoru. I will help you exorcising these cursesâ, you state in all seriousness.
âOh yeah? Watch me, then.â
You arenât able to react any further. With breathtaking speed, Satoru lunges from curse to curse, ripping their heads off in the most violent way you have ever seen while all you can do is stare at him in disbelief. Of course you always knew that your husband is not to be trifled with when it comes to his precious wife, but youâve never thought that his concern would reach as far as him going berserk because of you.
Because of a minor laceration on your forehead.
It doesnât even take him 30 seconds to kill all the curses entirely, leaving you completely speechless and a little dizzy. When he walks towards you, a maniac smile is plastered on his blood-covered face.
âNo one is hurting my wife and gets away with it. Especially not some random curseâ, he announces under his breath, gaze still stone cold.
âHow are you feeling, love? Is your head doing okay? Did you get injured somewhere else?â
As soon as his eyes meet yours, they are filled with nothing but concern and love, making your heart skip a beat.
âN-NoâŚIâm fineâŚâ, you stutter while getting lost in his bright blue orbs all over again.
His hands roam around your body gently, gaze scanning every inch of you with that worried expression plastered on his face. Moments like these show you with all urgency how much you really mean to your husband.
âI will kill every single curse walking on this earth to save you, (y/n)â, he speaks out with low voice, lips hungrily brushing over yours so strongly expressed that you feel like fainting.
âIâm sorry you were worriedâ, you mumble against his mouth.
âYouâll never get hurt by a curse again. Iâll make sure of that.â
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THAT POST ABOUT CLEANING IN THE FLOWY DRESS? THINKIN ABOUT HANK? HNNNGGG PLEASE I BEG OF YOU
NSFW!Beast/AFAB!reader. - NSFW HCs! I was already on it when I got this ask heehee. These hcs were originally suppost to be part of another NSFW request I got for him but I was thinking about this too hard and comepletely forgot the actual theme of the req! So I decided to save it for later and just post it under your ask lol Anyway I need him my god. I was writing this while picturing watxm Hank but I'm pretty sure it works for any version. TWS: MDNI!!! smut under the cut. PNV smut. Eating out/head. Cum descriptions. Reader written with Fem in mind and also wearing a dress is mentioned, but overall no pronouns used. Creampie. Getting caught after the fact but not during the deed.
Okay, We all know that Logan has incredible stamina, and there's quite a few mutants that you would just expect that from anyway, but I'm 100% sure the one person that a good bit of people would NEVER expect to have insane stamina in bed is Hank. Like yeah he's nerdy, but dude straight up went to college on a SPORTS scholarship on top of his academic ones.
There is no fucking way this man has anything other than the most insane stamina. Dude is the perfect package of nerdy genius and athletic perfection. Can you imagine how long he could go on for in bed?? While you're sweaty and absolutely exhausted he's having the time of his life. Sure he's sweaty to but he's still. fucking. going?? It's like you'd been having sex for three minutes instead of four hours. He obviously gives you breaks and takes care of you, keeping you hydrated and such- but every time he begs you for "just one more". He's so gentle when he's gathering up your limp body and he's kissing your temples and forehead and massaging your tender spots, but he's a scientist at heart. He wants to know how far the two of you can really go, and he wants to know BAD.
I saw in a post somewhere on tumblr that he mentions that the one thing he doesn't have control of is his libido or something like that? It was from a comic snapshot so obviously this isn't even a hc it's fully cannon I don't make the rules.
THE FUCKING PHEROMONE THING!! For those of you who don't know, Hank was confirmed to have some minor Pheromone manipulation abilities. Like oh my god?? I definitely think that he will use it in sweet ways where he just wants some cuddles without asking you for them, but I feel like when he's hot and heated he just subtly does it without even knowing. Like he's super pent up one way and for some reason every time you greet him or pass him by you just start having more and more inappropriate thoughts about him. He'd feel so guilty if he catches himself doing it but at the end of the day, you don't really mind. Don't think too hard you beautiful big guy, can we just fuck already??
He will absolutely use his strength to hold you in any position possible. As long as you're both comfortable with it no position or hold is off the table for him. I don't think he'd be into BDSM or anything that has to do with hurting you, but I do think he's the type to read through the kamasutra and want to try all the positions to find the one you both enjoy the most.
He will fuck in the lab. He might do a whole "Oh my! Not in here, dear ;)" But most of the time he's instigating it! Sure he makes sure to lock the doors and everything but he's not shy when he has you splayed across his work tables, bent over you as he gently kisses and brushes his fangs over your skin. He likes how flustered it makes you.
He also cums A LOT. Like a lot a lot. He's most certainly got the heaviest balls you've ever seen, and they're not just for show. Every time he cums inside he causes you to practically overflow, and he's usually still cumming when he finally pulls out of you as well. He's a little embarrassed about it, and will clean you up very well because of that. He doesn't want you to deal with the sticky feeling of it drying on your skin, especially not if you have sensitive skin/texture issues. He is defiantly down to eat his one cum out of you though ;)
also, I think that he has a thing for long flowy dresses. I know there's a ton of dudes who say they like them bc of "easy access", and I know for a fact that Hank would find that sort of mindset disgusting. He just loves how beautiful and feminine you look in them, and also just happens to really enjoy the feeling of the fabric against his arms as he hitches up your skirt, his hands trailing up your thighs. As depraved as it might be, he also likes giving you head underneath your long skirts. He'd be apologising for being so ravenous and thanking you for letting him have you in such in intimate manner, all while giving you the most earth-shattering head. He's just so sweet about everything in the bedroom I swear.
    You swear you didnât fully expect to be in this exact situation when you were getting dressed this morning. Sure, you knew exactly how much Hank loved to see you in sundresses and were definitely going for a certain reaction out of him, but you never would have expected to be pinned against the wall of his lab, his large hands cupping your ass and thighs as he holds you suspended whilst using the wall as leverage. His thick cock is pumping in and out of you at a quick, needy pace. He goes back and forth from biting his lips and letting his moans and groans ring out and echo in the cluttered space. Youâd never done this position before, although you certainly knew that Hank had more than enough strength to pull it off. Still, you were sure that the image of him fucking you, hands beneath your long skirt as it bunches at your hips and drapes down below you, was certainly a sight to behold.
    âAh- Please, let me know if this is uncomfortable in any way- nhg⌠Iâm sure your anatomy is taking me quite⌠deeply, in this position.â Hank grunts, his thrusts deep and steadily paced in a manner in which he knows you like best. You smile at him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as your hands clench and unclench on his shoulders every time his thrusts catch you Just right.
    âIs that what youâre calling it now? âStudyingâ my anatomy?â You muse. You wonder if he had noticed you catching on to the glances and stares he does when he thinks youâre not paying attention. You purposely poke your chest out as you mention it, and Hank huffs in amusement before he buries his face into your semi-exposed cleavage, licking and sucking as he shifts your weight onto one hand as the other takes hold of your cheek. He puckers your lips, nipping at the top of your breast before he pries himself away, sending you a smug smile as he leans in teasingly close.
    âYou know, I really think we could be using that quick tongue of yours for something a little more useful than backtalk.â Hank chuckles. He kisses you in a way that leaves you breathless, still holding you effortlessly even with a single hand as he keeps up his thrusts. His free hand drifts down to your clit as your walls begin to flutter and clench around him, a sign that he knows means youâre approaching your peak and fast. His kisses match the intensity of his hips as he closes in on his own pleasure. You cum barely a second before he does, his cum warming your insides as he cums, and cums and cums. He overflows your cunt quickly, and it drips down your legs when he pulls out. Hank makes sure to help you keep your balance when he sets you down, your legs shaking from your orgasm but also a bit numb from the position he had you in. He kisses you gently as you recover from your high, doing so over and over again all across your skin. The gentle touches make you giggle a bit.Â
    âHad a feeling that we would end up like this today. Maybe I should wear dresses like this more often.â You hum. Hank chuckles deeply before drawing you into another sensual kiss, his hands stroking up and down your now-clothed body in a loving way.
    âI wouldnât mind testing that theory.â He says when he separates from the kiss. You shake your head at him, laughing a bit more as you cup his face with love.
    âOf course you wouldnât.â You say sweetly. Hank is smiling at you, his hands beginning to wander again right before the two of you hear a mortifying swish of the doors. Hank quickly tucks himself back inside his pants before the two of you instinctively turn to face the door where Logan is standing with a bit of a confused look on his face.
    âLogan! We were just-â
    âHey, Logan! Nothing to see here!â Both of you are scrambling to fix the situation, utterly and spectacularly failing as Logan takes one sniff of the air and then smirks.
    âIâm all for a bit of risk, but at least lock the door, lovebirds.â Logan gives the two of you a sardonic wave before marching straight back out the door. Leaving both you and Hank more than a little mortified. As embarrassing as it was, you canât help but begin to laugh, Hank joining you as you shake off the adrenaline of technically being caught red-handed.
    âLetâs go wash off before we have any other unexpected visitors,â Hank suggests. You agree wholeheartedly, your laughter picking up once again as he lifts you off the ground in a bridal hold to head to the showers.
#I do have to say he was definitely about to lift reader back up and eat them out till the cows came home before Logan interrupted#x men comics#x men#x men headcannons#x men 97 x reader#x men 97#beast#beast x men#x men beast x reader#x men beast#x men beast headcannons#x men beast smut#hank mccoy#x men hank mccoy#hank mccoy x reader#hank mccoy headcannons#hank mccoy smut#wolverine and the x men
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âthatâs MY girlfriendâ | c.s.
W/C: around 1228 (the word counter site kept screwing me over sorry lol) | x reader/ y/nÂ
In which Chris comments on his new favorite photo of you (just Chris fluff)Â
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    âDo I look okay?â I turned to Nick, who looked up from his computer screen to look at me. âYou look amazing.â He smiled before going back to editing. This is how our date nights would typically go, Iâd sit up here with Nick, getting ready while we gossip and go through outfits, and Chris would get ready in his own room, usually alone or occasionally with Matt to keep him company.Â
     Chris said he had somewhere nice to take me tonight, so I dressed decently sophisticated. A tight, long black dress with a straight across neckline, a slit down the thigh and super thin straps, which for whatever reason made my chest look way larger than it already is. I didnât bother wearing heels, because letâs be real the guys arenât the tallest; I just paired it with a fresh pair of classic converse. Typically Iâd go for silver jewelry, but tonight I went with gold since Chris said the place was fancy.Â
    As I walked down the stairs, I noticed Chris and Matt chilling on the couch, each on their phones. âWow, y/n you look beautiful.â Chris eyed me as I made my way down. I chuckled softly, thanking him as he stood up and made his way to me. âWeâll be back later.â Chris stated as we walked down the second flight of stairs.Â
     It didnât take too long before the Uber got here, but Chris continued eyeing me the entire time we waited. âThat dress is fucking perfect on you.â He mumbled, his eyes scanning over my body. âThanks, Chris.â I chuckled, patting his cheek softly as he leaned in for a kiss. Unfortunately this was when the Uber arrived, leaving the kiss short and sweet before we got into the backseat. The driver greeted us before taking off, Chrisâs hand immediately finding its way to my thigh, offering a small squeeze. A gesture heâd always do in the car that never failed to make my heart flutter. The warmth of his fingertips sent a shiver up my spine as they trailed ever so softly up and down, in the most innocent way possible, as we talked.Â
Chris pulled out his phone and took a quick selfie of us, making me giggle the second he put it down. âYouâre so awkward.â I rolled my eyes. âWhat do you mean?â He laughed softly looking down at me. âWhy in the Uber?â I asked shyly. I typically tend to be pretty awkward in photos, hating taking them where anyone could see me. Pretty weird when youâre dating YouTuber, I know. Iâm just not all that confident when people are watching me, or have the ability to be watching me. When itâs just me and the guys though? Oh man all I do is take pictures.Â
    As we pulled up to a steak house, Chris got out first holding the door for me. His eyes lingered on me as I got out, Chris thanking the driver before shutting it behind me. âJesus, y/n you make being in a secret relationship with you impossible.â He muttered, his hand making its way around my waist. He rested his hand softly on my hip, but he trailed behind ever so slightly. âChris,â I turned around, having a feeling his eyes were on my butt and I was correct. âSorry.â His head snapped up, looking forward after he flashed me a big innocent grin.Â
     Once we got to our table and ordered, I pulled out my phone to take a picture of him. The restaurant was beautiful inside. Very open, lots of twinkling lights and crystal everywhere. I held his hand from across the table, taking a cute little photo of him. He chuckled, grabbing my phone. âYouâre the one who deserves to be in photos.â He teased, taking a couple pictures of me. âI seriously cannot get over how fucking gorgeous you are, y/n.â He continued taking photos, but his statement made me feel super giddy inside, which in turn made me start blushing and trying to hide my face. âOkay enough Chris.â I laughed, trying to cover my cheeks as he continued taking photos.Â
      âHoly fuck,â he said seriously, making me immediately stop laughing. âWhat?â His serious tone and the abruptness made me nervous. âIâm pretty sure I just took my new favorite picture of you.â He mumbled going through the photos on my phone. âChrisâŚâ I trailed starting to get embarrassed. After a few moments he finally handed my phone back to me, and now it was my turn to go through the photos I took. âOh god, which one?â I chuckled looking at all of them. He knows i get nervous on the other side of the camera, so heâs gotten pretty mindful of my angles that I like and the lighting I like, so he actually managed to get a few photos I didnât hate.Â
    âThat one.â He smiled staring down at one of the photos he took of me caught off guard while I was laughing and trying to hide my rosy cheeks. It wasnât horrible, but it definitely wasnât my favorite. âI sent it to myself.â He grinned, staring down at his phone. After a moment, he set his phone back down and I saw that he had set it as his screensaver. My heart fluttered a bit at the sight, butterflies erupting in my stomach as I tried to hide my growing smile.Â
    Our dinner was nice, we each talked about our day, plans we have, videos theyâll be making etc. We ended up getting desert and talking about our anniversary that was coming up soon, Chris asking what I wanted to do for it. Weâd managed to talk so much over dinner, that our Uber ride was a bit quiet. We both took the time to go on our phones, me posting the photo Chris had taken that he claims is his new favorite photo of me, and him doing random Chris things.Â
    When we got home, more than likely weâd end up just cuddling and going to sleep to some random movie, so thatâs why we ended up on our phones most of the car ride, Chrisâs warm hand instinctively holding my thigh. One of the notifications from my post stuck out more than the others. âChristophersturniolo commented on your postâÂ
Liked by: nicolassturniolo, lilskies, and othersÂ
Christophersturniolo: fuck sorry babyÂ
Christophersturniolo: youâre so beautiful I canât hide it anymore đđÂ
Christophersturniolo: thatâs MY girlfriend đđťđĽľ
Nicolassturniolo: you ate y/n/n but yikes this comment section is a mess
    I chuckled at his comments, now understanding why the post was gaining more attention than usual. âChrisâŚâ I trailed staring down at my phone. It was rare when heâd call me anything other than y/n or y/n/n so seeing him openly commenting calling me baby sent a new type of butterflies through my stomach. It was hard to describe, but it made me feel extremely good about myself. I couldnât help but smile, even though I was definitely stressed now. âWe werenât supposed to tell them yetâŚâ âI donât care anymore, who the fuck wants to hide their relationship?â I chuckled at his words, leaning over for a small kiss. âI love you.â I stared up at him, getting lost in his beautiful eyes. âI love you too, y/n.â The feeling of Chrisâs lips softly against my forehead sent butterflies through my tummy again. How did I get so lucky? â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘ A/N: I saw someone say thereâs not enough Chris fluff and came up w this but if ts flops Iâm literally never posting here again, yall donât understand how many fucking ISSUES THIS POS WEBSITE WAS GIVING ME trying to edit and post this bruh đ legit was ready to throw my phone out the window
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Gentle "Parent"ing
fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader warnings: none summary: how the brothers react to an mc who coddles their younger siblings. prompt by @satansbiggestkinnie: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM I'M YOUR NO1 FAN >:3 SO UHH HEAR ME OUT: A MC who's just the opposite of Lucifer when it comes to being an older sibling!! They looooove their little siblings and they show it!! A little too much since they're "famous" for being a total coddler and giving their lil siblings a buuunch of affection!! (Me-coded fr) (Also what if they're little siblings are annoyed at that and the little brothers in OM especially Satan is just.. FLABBERGASTED.) A/N: tysm for the kind words, this was really sweet to read in my inbox ;-; you didn't specify if you wanted all the characters or just the brothers, but i ended up only writing for the brothers as you mentioned both lucifer and the younger brothers. sorry if i got this wrong. also,,, this kind of turned into "how the brothers would treat your younger siblings" at some point lol.
LUCIFER
⢠As a man who is big on family, he was definitely happy to meet yours. Perhaps even eager, but he'd never admit that.
⢠He usually wouldn't be the type to stress all that much over meeting the family â he's confident enough in his ability to be cordial and agreeable for just one evening â but the added presence of his brothers changes his entire attitude. He does everything short of giving them an actual script to rehearse just to make sure they don't screw something up. He cares immensely about first impressions.
⢠Is somewhat relieved when your younger siblings turn out to be a laid-back bunch.
⢠Maybe a little too laid-back for his liking.
⢠Now, Lucifer loves his brothers. Absolutely he does. And he's known for going along with their antics from time to time for the purpose of bonding. But his style of discipline can hardly be described as gentle or understanding, and he sort of experiences whiplash when he sees you fussing over your siblings like toddlers.
⢠You're doing... everything for them. Some seem happy to let you take the wheel, but others (specifically the older kids, some in their teenage years) seem annoyed at your insistence on cleaning up after them.
⢠If you have any siblings that are still children, he notices how they seem to just hang off of you. They want attention and playtime from you 24/7 and it honestly gets on his nerves, but don't worry, he won't do anything. He knows they're just kids.
⢠Still, I can imagine him being their first experience with proper discipline outside of your parents. He once put one of your youngest siblings in time-out for wasting their food by spilling it onto the table or throwing it, and after you found out you glared at him, picked up the child responsible and started going on about how "Lucifer is just grumpy and mean" and they "don't have to listen to him".
⢠"MC, they need to learn not to play with their food somehowâ"
⢠"Look at their little faces! Just leave them be."
⢠Warns you repeatedly about how they're going to grow up to be spoiled brats if you keep coddling them like this, but it's up to you if you listen to him or not.
⢠Also, don't let him fool you. He may not be particularly fond of or good with children, but he's just as weak to their pouting.
"Why are your eyes red?" Lucifer turns his head to look down at the small child before him, who stared right back. "It's weird." Children were always strange to him. His presence struck fear into the hearts of most, but children seemingly lack that sense of self-preservation that adults have, making them a mix of brave and... well, dumb. "I was born that way," he replies simply, and the child nods in understanding. "And you shouldn't call people 'weird'. Would you like it if someone said that about your eyes?" "No." The child shook its head and Lucifer nodded and reached down to pat the kid's hair. "Exactly."
MAMMON
⢠The week leading up to meeting your family were the most stressful days of his life. Not only were his own nerves acting up, but Lucifer's constant lectures on how to act weren't helping.
⢠What if MC's family hates him? What if that's a dealbreaker and they can't be together anymore? Will he spend the rest of his life chasing this feeling just to find that there's no-one who will love him like that again as he whittles away his time thinking about how he let the love of his life get away andâ
⢠He overthought it. The kids love him.
⢠Mammon is actually really good with kids, if not kind of a pushover. Teenagers also tend to like him for the "rebellious vibe" he's got going on, and the fact he's easy to talk to (and make fun of). The only problem is he gives in to anything they want way too easily, and for that reason you two can't be left alone to babysit. Everyone else will come back to find out you bought an entire bouncy house.
⢠He, unlike Lucifer, totally gets why you coddle your siblings so much. He's prone to doing so himself, mainly with Belphie, and also has literally no perception of how humans age or what level of basic ability they're at. He treats your teenage siblings like toddlers.
⢠"Shouldn't we cut up her food so she don't choke?"
⢠"She's 16, Mammon, she can chew."
⢠Mammon also seems like the type to get straight-up bullied by children. You have absolutely walked in on him having been forced into a "princess tea party" with a fake tiara on and messily-done makeup on his face from your sibling's attempt to doll him up.
⢠Is the victim of every toddler's rough-housing phase (if you know you know). They literally jump on him and start wailing on him with their tiny baby fists. It's not like he can fight back, they're kids, so he just lays there and screams for help.
⢠Will later come crying to you about how he got fucking mugged and beaten by a 3 year-old. Is absolutely appalled when you take the kid's side.
⢠"That little shit took my money!"
⢠"He's just a baby! He doesn't know what he's doing! And don't swear!"
⢠Catch him and your sibling glaring at each other whenever they think you're not looking, because the child absolutely acts like an innocent angel whenever you're around, and you buy into it completely. Even if you didn't, you don't have it in you to punish him.
"What ya doin'?" Mammon approaches the kid laying on the floor with their schoolwork scattered on the ground in front of them. They lean to the side so Mammon can take a look at what they're writing. "Huh. Ya can spell yer name already? Nice." They give him a strange look. "...I'm 10." "...Oh." ...MC's boyfriend is weird.
LEVIATHAN
⢠Levi... uh... doesn't want to be here.
⢠It's not that he doesn't want to meet your family... well, yeah, that's exactly what it is. He's absolutely convinced they're going to hate him. Why would he leave the safe abode of his room just to go mingle with some normie kids?
⢠I can't imagine he's very good with children, and teenagers scare him. So, catch him hiding in a dark corner.
⢠He does like simply watching you go about your day with your family, though. It's an insight into your daily domestic life he never thought he'd get, and it's just really nice to him. He'd never admit he was watching if you confront him about it though.
⢠But... your tendency to coddle your siblings makes him jealous. Obviously.
⢠I mean, it's not like he wants to be treated like a child. But they get away with everything. How come his older brothers don't treat him in that overly-affectionate, loving way? Thinking about it, he'd probably hate if they did... But still!
⢠These stupid kids are taking away your attention, and the way you talk about them like they can do no wrong and remind them how much you love them at every opportunity is making his chest burn with envy. The only reason he isn't summoning Lotan is because it's your house and that would be rude.
⢠Reassure him that just because you love your siblings doesn't mean you love him any less.
⢠Also, if any of your siblings are into anime or at least interested in it, he's more likely to come out of his shell a little. He'll discuss any shows they've watched with them (because he's watched literally everything) and give them recommendations. Child-friendly of course.
⢠Keep him away from any siblings going through a "mean teen" phase. They will make him cry and you will have to talk him down so he doesn't go all demon form crazy on an actual child.
One of the kids in the house makes their way up to Levi, who is slumped back on the couch with his knees up. Levi looks up at the kid, then at his phone, then at the kid and at his phone again. He feels a bead of sweat form. Is this child judging him? "Do you have games on your phone?" They suddenly ask and Levi blinks. Damn, the meme is real. "Uh..." He clears his throat. If he doesn't let the kid play, then they'll hate him. And if the kid hates him... MC will hate him too! "...Yâyeah. You wanna play...?"
SATAN
⢠So, although I think seeing you treat your siblings with such overbearing affection and love comes as a bit of a culture shock to him, I don't believe he'd be super surprised that some of them have a negative reaction to it.
⢠He hates baby-talk or being treated like a child to any degree. He'd probably lose it if one of his brothers did something like offering to complete any kind of work for him, because it implies he isn't capable of doing it on his own. There's that scene of him in Nightbringer threatening Lucifer for force-feeding him breakfast when he wouldn't eat, and the text conversation where he tells you he wants to kill Asmo because he's been baby-talking him all day.
⢠He completely understands your urge to coddle your siblings, but he also understands their frustration in response to it. Will probably try to explain why you should ease up on it a little, but recognises it isn't really his place to decide.
⢠Kids and teenagers actually probably like him well enough. He has a short temper and isn't the best person to deal with kids when they make a mistake, especially when it's with something he considers second nature by now, but he's the type to talk to kids like they're adults and take the things they say completely seriously.
⢠Also encourages rebellion in the older kids because he thinks it's funny and relates hard. Probably joins in, actually.
⢠That being said, they aren't exempt from discipline by him, and he'll absolutely argue against you letting them off so light.
⢠"They need a time-out, MC."
⢠"They're just playing! Aren't you?" They both nod and Satan glares down at the little liars.
⢠"They were hitting each other and nearly broke the TV."
⢠Little added headcanon: Satan does not need to be forced to partake in kids' tea parties or games. He will do it willingly, but will deny it to the grave if he's walked in on. He gives me girl dad vibes.
The youngest toddler in the house waddles up to Satan with a toy phone in hand, holding it up to her ear to mimic what she's seen the adults around her do. The child then holds the phone out for Satan to take. "Bababa." Satan responds with a nod as if he understood the gibberish perfectly and takes the toy phone from her little hands, holding it up to his ear to take a pretend phone call. "Yes? Yes... mhm, mhm..." He murmurs, then looks down at the little girl before him. "Mm, she says she will not be attending unless there is baby food at this function. No? Okay." With that, he takes the toy away from his ear and holds it back out for the child to take, which she does, followed by another sentence in gibberish. "Banguguu..." "Yes, I handled it."
ASMODEUS
⢠Lmao he's even worse.
⢠Asmo is great with kids, but doesn't particularly... like them. I mean, he thinks they're cute and absolutely hosts mini fashion shows with your younger siblings. But he could never take care of one full-time because while they can be adorable, they can also be gross.
⢠That being said, he too is the overbearing coddler type. Not just with your siblings, but with his own too, even his older brothers. All it takes is them acting a little more affectionate with him than usual for him to fold and give them anything they want. Your own family is no different.
⢠He had no concerns before meeting your siblings. After all, he's just naturally so loveable â why would he need to be worried? In his mind, your siblings not liking him didn't even register as an option.
⢠He really didn't need to worry though, because he was right, teens and kids alike do love him. He's the perfect person to share and talk about drama with, as well as doing their makeup and recommending products. And princess tea parties? Playing with dolls? Of course he'll join you, dear!
⢠I wasn't joking about the mini fashion shows. He goes out, buys a bunch of clothes in your siblings' sizes and has them come with him so they can try all of them on. He takes so many pictures (he's always in the frame though).
⢠Joins you in being completely unable to discipline your siblings even if they clearly need it. If your younger siblings find your behaviour annoying or frustrating, then Asmo is absolutely intolerable.
⢠...Kind of wishes you would coddle him like you do your siblings. I mean, he's clearly cute enough to deserve it!
"And thenâ get this," Asmo nods at the teen's words and leans forward a little to show his interest. "We found out, nobody could find her because she was sleeping with Jackson's brother." Asmo lets out a dramatic gasp, pausing the nail painting for a moment. "Really? As revenge?" "Yeah, 'cause he cheated first. Apparently she was going to just leave him, but wanted to make it hurt." "Serves him right."
BEELZEBUB
⢠Another guy who is big on family, and really wanted to make a good impression on your siblings because of it. He worried a little too much over it though, because well... he's Beel. The biggest thing you actually have concerns about is whether he'll raid your entire fridge. You know for a fact your siblings are going to love him.
⢠Beel is very blunt and straightforward, and so are kids. This works out for him because it results in most kids immediately being fond of him.
⢠Lets any younger kids hold on to his arms and dangle off of him because he's so tall. Will even give them a piggyback ride just so they can experience what it's like to be over 7 feet tall.
⢠He also doesn't really react much to how you coddle and fuss over your siblings. He's used to acting a similar way with Belphie, so it's hard to say he notices anything different about the way you treat them. Similar to Mammon, I feel like he also has difficulty keeping track of what humans at different ages are and are not capable of doing.
⢠Covers the ears of a whole ass 17 year old when he hears any swearing.
⢠Beel will absolutely ask you for stories about your siblings just so he can hear the way you talk about them. He knows they're probably not innocent little angels like you make them out to be, but there's just so much love in the way you tell stories of when they were younger that he can't help but listen and nod along.
⢠"There's the handsomest boy in the world!" You coo as you play peekaboo with your baby brother. There's silence from beside you for a moment as the child laughs in delight. You look over and Beel is just... staring at you.
⢠"...You too, Beel."
⢠":)"
"Um, I don't think I can finish this..." He looks up at the child next to him, seeing how they poke at their food. Although the idea of being a picky eater is somewhat foreign to him, he doesn't want to force them to eat something they don't like. "It's fine," he says before covering his mouth when he realised he was talking with his mouth full. "You can give it to me." "Really?" The kid looks up at him and then slides their plate over to him. "Thank you!" Honestly, they're the one doing him a favour...
BELPHEGOR
⢠...Does he have to?
⢠He loves you, he really does. But meeting the family means he'll have to work to keep his attitude, body language and exhaustion in check and it just seems like... a lot of work. Especially if you have a lot of siblings. So much talking.
⢠Belphie doesn't really like kids, but you know how when you're very young, you tend to gravitate towards the cool, quiet and closed-off relative more? That's essentially what happens here. Your younger siblings adore Belphie for some reason even though it's very clearly not reciprocated.
⢠As for the coddling aspect... yeah, he's used to it.
⢠He receives that kind of treatment from most of his brothers and doesn't particularly enjoy it per-se, but as the baby of the family, knows how to use it to his advantage to get extra privileges. When he finds out from watching you and your siblings that "acting cute" works on you as well, expect him to start doing it to get you to clean his room for him.
⢠On that note, he does also understand the annoyance with it. He also hates things like babytalk or being coddled constantly, he finds it tiring. He probably won't bring it up like Satan would, though. He doesn't care.
⢠Insists he doesn't like any of your youngest siblings but you will find him asleep with them curled up on his chest a couple times at least.
⢠Also a victim of toddler rough-housing because he's always laying down, so he's an easy target.
"What?" Belphie groans as a pair of tiny toddler hands repeatedly pat his face to get his attention. Finally opening his eyes, he's met with the evillest grin he's ever seen on a kid this young, followed by the little shit grabbing a chunk of his hair and yanking it. "Ow..." Belphie huffs and tilts his head away, holding the toddler back with one hand. "...You're lucky MC loves you," he mutters, then glares at the child when they immediately follow up with a slap to his arm, as if they heard him. "Stop it." The kid then manages to shuffle onto the couch, now trying to climb on top of Belphie to continue beating him. It doesn't hurt, but it's a hassle. "MC..." He calls, too tired to deal with this. "Come get your baby. I'm trying to sleep..." "They're not my babies, Belphie..."
#obey me#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me! shall we date?#om! swd#om! shall we date#honestly not too proud of this one ;-;
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