#her observations are always so keen im in love with her

[illyabata]

yeah. haha

[fanaticsnail]

He's in love with you

Masterlist here

Word Count: 1,500+

Synopsis: Benn Beckman can no longer ignore the way he feels about you, and it's eating him alive.

Themes: Benn Beckman x reader, unrequited (requitted) love, idiots in love, teasing, kissing, sfw, fluff, comfort, confessions of love.

Notes: @tiredemomama said she was having a bad time recently, and her love for Becks was one of the things that's keeping her chin up. I thought it'd be nice to reassure you that your fictional hazubando loves you too - so I wrote a little something for you. I hope you don't mind, honey!

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @writingmysanity

Benn Beckman, the second in command to Red-Haired Shanks, is stoic and abrasive most of the time. He keeps his emotions hidden beneath his cool exterior to not give himself up to the pool of emotion swirling within the chasms of his chest. While his grimace never leaves his face, there truly is no hiding how he feels about you. 

This gunslinging vice-captain is in love with you. Desperately in love with you.

Always observing from afar, his gaze floats over the margins of the newspaper in his hands. Raking his eyes subtly enough to not draw attention to himself, he wordlessly dotes on you from his position on the deck with his eyes soft and filled with love and devotion. This first mate is absolutely smitten with you, and he hopes his affections are hidden enough to escape notice. 

It has not, however, escaped the attention of the Yonko captain you both serve under. Oh, absolutely not. 

Shanks clocked that development before he thought Beckman, himself, knew what was growing in his heart. His observation and affections for both you, and his competent first mate, had him positively itching to meddle in the growing affection between you. But he decided to ‘be good,’ and watch the sparks ignite the gunpowder to set ablaze the fireworks show. 

It started with little things: Beckman trailing your form when you sauntered into town, throwing himself between you and harms way when engaged in combat, offering to watch your drink for you when you went to bars and taverns. Then it developed into something a little deeper. 

Beckman often wrote you little notes, slipping them to you subtly beneath the dining room table in front of the crew when he thinks nobody is watching. The notes would be anything from: ‘do you need anything from town today?’ or ‘you seem down, do you want to talk about it?’ He would only ever do this to ensure you were comfortable, not drawing attention to you if you didn't want to be seen. 

Then it got a little more obvious to the crew that he was smitten with you. He would escort you into rooms with his hand on the small of your back, holding open doors for you if you were wandering in beside him, offering to carry your equipment for you because ‘it's just easier that way.’

After a while, the crew all witnessed the obvious favoritism Beckman was gifting you with. The only person who was yet to catch on to his affections was the one person who mattered. 

You had absolutely no clue. Although not overly oblivious to the new attention the chainsmoker was giving you, you honestly mistook his friendliness for exactly that. 

Friendliness. 

You were good friends, close friends. The closest two friends could ever be. Picking out potential couplings in towns for one another was an often happenstance. Pretty men and women were often the topic of conversation, and you had always demonstrated your keen eye with your choices for him. That was until the day he refused them all. There was nobody he would rather spend his time with than you, and he needed to let you know as such.

He couldn't play this little game with you any longer. The heartache that came from neglecting his emotions for too long had him a little more furious and pent up than usual. Every member of the crew, including you, had noticed his attitude switch. You decide to do something about it, changing the roles and becoming the one in your friendship to check in with him first. 

Seeking him out after a day out in a rural town, he was leaning over the barricade on the pier and staring out into sea. His gray orbs were narrowed and focussed, and his cigarette hung limply from his lips. You apprehensively press your hand on his shoulder, breaking him away from his thoughts and turning to face you. 

His features soften briefly before they return back to his usual grimace. You expect him to shrug off your hand from his shoulder, but his body seems to lean into the gentle touch and hold you there for as long as you give him. Without words, you furrow your brows curiously at him and give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

Sighing into the touch, he closes his eyes and sizzles out the lessening end of the cigarette on the wooden barricade beside him. After thumbing the filter end into the hard surface, he turns back to you: your hand still pressed firmly on his shoulder. As you go to withdraw your hand from his shoulder, he immediately grips your wrist and hovers your retreating hand above his face. 

Slowly and apprehensively, he draws your wrist to his lips and presses them tenderly to the palm of your hand. His eyes search yours for any apprehension or hesitation to his small advance, and upon finding none, he lowers his lips to your wrist and places them over your rapidly beating pulse point. 

Your wide eyes go half-lidded the moment he presses his lips to your wrist, looking up at him with nothing but love and adoration. He mirrors your expression, his eyes falling glazed as he bares his eyes intensely into your own. 

“Is this why you’ve been acting like an asshole, big guy?” you ask him with a knowing smile growing on your lips. He chuckles down at you while blinking slowly. Leaning his forehead down, he presses it against your own while circling your captured wrist around his neck. 

“‘M not actin’ like an asshole, Darlin’,” his smooth baritone gently informed you with a soft hint of mockery, “Just actin’ like a guy who knows what he wants, but doesn’t know what to do about it.” There were two reactions Beckman was expecting from you at this very moment. The first was you leaning in and pressing your lips against his. The other was for you to recoil and turn down his advances. 

He was not expecting you to taunt him with a gentle tease.

“Ooh,” you hum up at him, “Oh, you must really like me.” You scrunch your nose up and grin as you pull away from contact against his forehead, “You want to kiss me. You want to hold me. You want to claim me.” You giggled, lulling your head to the side and poking your tongue out at him. 

Beckman immediately puffed out his broad chest before stooping down and circling his arms around your waist. You squeaked in shock, eyes again growing wide as he lifted you into his arms. In reaction, you hooked your other arm around his neck and pressed your own chest into his. 

“Somethin’ wrong with all that, Darlin’?” he whispered huskily into your face, his lips hovering over yours while he tilted his face into yours, “You don’t want me to?” Your lips part in reaction, quivering gently as he continues to hover his face a whisper’s length away from you. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper into his lips, leaning your lips closer to his and waiting for him to close the distance. He pulled his face away with a mischievous grin, his eyes narrowed and looking down his nose at you.

“Ask me nicely,” he retorted cockily back at you. He was so close you could taste his withheld kiss. Wanting nothing more than all you mocked him with, you humbled yourself and did as he asked. 

“Kiss me please, Beckman,” you whispered, your eyes focussed entirely on his lips, “I want nothing more than you.” His grin dropped, his eyes darkened, and he immediately heeded your humble request.

A dance of lips and tongues pressed repressed and hidden emotion in a passionate embrace. His rumbled groan fled unbridled and breathily from his lips into yours, as your muffled whimper was claimed behind his mouth. It felt as if the waves of passion had swollen and spilled in a greedy and desperate kiss from your beloved first-mate. 

Turning your bodies, he sat you on the railing he was leaning against prior and slotted his hips between your thighs. Rotating your head and angling your chin, you could taste the lingering flavor of his last cigarette on his tongue as it brushed with yours. His stubble scratched at your cheeks as you felt him begin to smile against your lips. 

Raking his hands from your back over your thighs, he gripped the muscle and held you firmly in place before breaking his lips away from yours. Placing a few more soft and close-lipped kisses against your lips, he finally withdrew his face from yours. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he uttered breathily while shying his smile away from you, “‘S been a long time comin’. Didn’t wanna frighten you with the intensity too soon.” You collected his cheek with your hand and turned his eyes back to meet with yours. 

You offer him nothing more than your smile before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against his lips in response. 

Watching on from a distance, an exchange of Berry from Yassop, Roux and Limejuice appear in Shanks’ outstretched hand and toothy grin. Beckman had finally admitted his affections for you, and your beloved Captain could not be happier about it. Especially now that the largest wad of Berry from Hongo appeared in his hands.

“Drinks are on me, lads!” he called, turning around and laughing merrily as he reentered the tavern. Neither you nor Beckman heard the exchange, choosing to remain in each other's aura and enjoying the warmth growing in your chests with the sparks of new beginnings.

[beidousbunny]

diluc's employees at dawn winery are very loyal, y/n in particular is very observant when it comes to him. there's always a frown on his face and he's always stiff. maybe he needs some caring hands to stroke his cock and a warm hole to dump his milk in.

# — ⛧ RELAX, MASTER DILUC!¡ ⌇

💌 — took some creative freedom w this one 😵‍💫 reader is one of diluc’s maids that has a different approach to her duties..

!! — diluc gets his first handjob, use of “master”, inexperienced diluc, mentions of exhibitionism, use of ‘sir’, dirty talk!!, lowkey corruption/virgin kink

diluc’s eyebrows raised as he heard the door to his chambers slowly open. he certainly hadn’t ordered anyone to come in while he was sorting through paper work.

“master diluc?” you ask quietly, poking your head through the door, “may i come in?”

without looking up from his work, he motions for you to come inside, “make it quick, i’m busy.” it sounds colder than he intended, but he really can’t help himself, and you know that. he’s been swamped with work and commissions for the last two weeks, and you can tell he’s stressed out. so, you devised a little plan that you could both enjoy.

you walk in slowly, smoothing out your apron in attempts to ready yourself to experience something that you’ve been getting off to in the maid’s quarters for weeks now. you wonder if he’s heard your dirty secret, and you wonder if maybe got off with you. you feel yourself get wet at the idea.

when you’re close enough, you place a gentle hand on his tense shoulder, which seems to relax as your touch hits it, “i know you’ve been so stressed lately, master diluc.” you cooed, “i just wanna help you destress, it’s the least i can do as your maid.” there’s some genuineness in your tone.

“that’s very flattering but—…” he trails off as you begin to slide your palm down his chest. he seems to relax even more, basking in your touch as he slowly slinks away from his work and desk, leaning against his leather chair.

“i just want to help you relax, sir,” you sigh, draping yourself across his shoulders. “i think about doing this all the time, you just always look so stressed… maybe even pent up?” you whisper in his ear, loving the way he shivers.

he isn’t saying anything, but his labored breathing fills you with want. needy is written all over him, and you know he’s getting worked up, “will you let me take care of you?” you ask sweetly, massaging his chest through his clothes.

“fuck—yes, okay,” he fumbles, pushing his chair back to make room for you under his desk. you crouch down to your knees with the invitation, making your way under his setup.

you snake your hands up his thighs eagerly, but he flinches away from you, causing your eyes to flash to his face, concerned.

“i’ve never, um—” he chokes out, gripping the arm rests on his chair, “really done anything,” he mutters shyly, shifting around.

“oh, you poor thing,” you coo, rubbing your hand over the erection that strains against his pants, “you must be so damn pent up, neglecting this big cock for so long…” you mumbled with a pout on your lips. he groans at this, squeezing his eyes shut as you touch him.

it doesn’t take long for you to pull his cock out of his pants, licking your lips as his pretty dick springs out. you kiss his rosy head with a giggle, loving the way he whines helplessly at it. you spit on your hand and diluc cringes at how dirty your actions are.

you begin to stroke his cock languidly, easing diluc into the feeling of pleasure.

“oh fuck—” he keens loudly, already overwhelmed with your ministrations, “feels so damn good,” he huffs, gripping his arm rests hard.

“i bet it feels good on your virgin cock baby,” you say, speeding up your pace, “bet your rough hands don’t feel as good as mine,” you remark, with a teasing edge to it, “but now that i’m here, all you need to do is just need to sit back and let me make you cum.”

diluc loves the way you’re talking to him, gritting his teeth as he fucks your hand. “i-im close,” he gasps, looking down at you with a desperate expression, “m’gonna cum, fuck, m’gonna cum!” he cries loud and whiny, bucking into your fist as he spurts all over your hand.

“awww, already baby?” you patronize, squeezing every last drop out of him as he cums. “you must’ve reallllly needed this, you poor, poor thing.”

he pants as he tries to catch his breath, running a hand through his hair, “that was,” he clears his throat, “really good.”

“it’s not over yet, master diluc.” you say, much to his surprise.

“i know you have a few more left in you.”

[redr0sewrites]

Hii! So sorry if you aren’t currently taking requests, but if you are, can I request an Obanai x Female reader where the reader has eczema and is extremely insecure about it (always hiding her body with hoodies and pants because she doesn’t want anyone to see her skin; even if it’s not bad at all in that moment, she still does it out of habit)? Sorry if this is too much, but I need to see something about character X reader with eczema 😭, and I have been reading through a few of your works, they’re all so amazing that I just needed to take the chance lmfaoo. Have an amazing day, whether you decide to write this or not. <3

YESS REQS ARE ALWAYS OPEN <3! lmk if anything is inaccurate and tysm for requesting!!

🥀Cw: angst (w comfort) to fluff, mentions of insecurity and eczema,

You struggle to steady your breathing, the warm sun felt like it was pounding against your body, yet you didnt dare roll up your sleeves. Even surrounded by the Hashiras, the people you knew to be your friends, the thought of revealing your skin made your blood run cold, despite the heat. The rash covering your arms and body was, in your eyes, disgustingly imperfect. You would rather suffer through the blistering heat then reveal your greatest insecurity.

"Is everything okay?" Obanais observance never ceased to amaze you, and his beautiful eyes seemed to pierce right through you. Kaburamaru stuck out his tongue, eyeing you with the same concerned look as Obanai.

"I'm fine Iguro! Seriously, nothing's wrong!" You forced a smile, fighting the pathetic lump forming in your throat. Obanai didnt buy ut for a second. "Come with me," he murmured softly through his bandages. He gently grabbed your arm, forcing you to follow him as the both of you walked to a more private location. Soon, the three of you were sitting under a large tree well away from the others. You relished in the shade, wiping some sweat from your brow as Obanai watched you carefully. He sat in front of you, taking both of your hands in his while Kaburamaru adjusted himself to reach out far enough and boop your nose. You blinked, giggling softly as the tips of Obanai's ears flushed.

"Ready to tell me whats wrong?" Your lover said softly, reaching out to gently grab your chin, forcing you to hold eye contact with him.

"Its just..." you paused, taking a deep breath before the words spilled out. "My skin. Its- its horrible. Its been so bad recently, i just feel disgusting." You choked out, unable to continue as you tore your gaze away from his. A few seconds of silence passed, and Obanai reached out, cupped your face with his hands.

"you know that i love you regardless of your skin, correct?" you nod, forcing yourself to return his stare. "then why do you worry so much? has someone else said something to you?" Obanai's eyes immediately narrowed, turning around to glance at the other hashira and you flushed, stumbling to correct him.

"no, not at all! none of the others have ever made me feel bad about my skin, i just.. i dont know. i really dont. it just makes me feel horrible." Obanai sighed, humming in agreement before. pulling you in close. you blinked, melting into his embrace as one of his hands raised to play with your hair. Kaburamaru shifted to nuzzle against your cheek, and you couldnt help the smile that bloomed on your face.

Obanai pulled away to press his forehead against yours, speaking softly.

"Its okay to not be okay, and while I may not perfectly understand how you feel, I know what its like to feel ashamed of your skin. I know what its like to feel scarred and imperfect, and I want you to know that I'm always here for you." You smile, watching him flush at his own forwardness.

"I love you Obanai," you murmur, curling against him again as you keened into the crook of his neck. Kaburamaru curled around the both of you, and Obanai pulled down his bandages just for a second to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"I love you too, y/n.."

IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED AB THIS CUZ IT REALLY CHALLENGED ME IN BOTH INCORPORATING EMOTIONS AND DIALOGUE WHILE ALSO CORRECTLY CHARACTERIZING OBANAI AND OVERALL THIS WAS SUPER FUN TO WRITE!!!! PLSSS REQ MORE DEMON SLAYER STUFF >:D

[lalalovejay]

hey, i just wonder if you'll be able to write something like "enhas reactions when their chubby gf is insecure about her body" cause im that gf and i feel terrible today? sorry if its too much ❤️ love your works

Of course, my love! I'm so sorry this is so late, but I hope that whatever it is you're going through won't last long, and you'll be able to feel some type of happiness soon🫶 sending all my love and support baby 🤍also, I don't really know how to answer asks like this so forgive me if it's not what you wanted :(

Enha's reaction to their gf who's insecure about their body:

HEESEUNG/SUNGHOON: It would take him some time to realize what was actually going on. You had been quiet the entire day and barely reciprocated his affection whenever he leaned down to hug you or kiss your skin. He felt that something was off but didn't want to push you into telling him unless you were ready. However, the ache in his heart as he watched you stare at yourself in the mirror in your shared room completely shattered him. You had just recently gone public with your relationship, and the majority of his fans were super supportive, but of course, there were the few who had nothing good to say. Most of them shaming you for not being pretty enough or thin enough for someone like him. He walked into the room and quietly took your hands, leading you away from the mirror and towards your shared bed. He pulled you onto his lap and cupped your face with one hand. The tears in your glossy eyes made him feel like he had failed you. He was your boyfriend and he promised himself to protect you from the hate that you would receive from the world but he had ultimately failed. You had seen the tweets, the comments, the reaction of the public and it completely tore you apart. He would place a gentle kiss on your lips to bring you back to him. To make your forget, if even for just a moment, all those cruel words. Your eyes look down to him who smiles up at you. "You're beautiful, baby. More than you know and more than those stupid people know. I love you, no matter what. I want to be with you and I'll continue to want you, now, tomorrow, and the day after that until you get tired of me. I don't care what size you are, if there's other people out there prettier or smaller. You're the most beautiful person in my eyes and I wouldn't trade you for the world."

JAY/JUNGWON: He noticed right away. He picked up on the way you shut into yourself. You were normally really talkative and clingy, but lately you had been keeping a distance from him and wearing more hoodies even though it was nearing summer. He had seen the way your eyes would observe other girls as you two went out. The way your eyes longingly looked at the outfits on the tiny mannequins in the stores when you went shopping. He had a keen eye and sometimes you hated that about him because he always knew when you weren't feeling your best even though you'd rather keep it to yourself and let the self hate swallow you whole. He made sure to kiss you everywhere. Your lips, your neck, your hands, your shoulders, your chest, your tummy, your thighs, your calves. He made sure no inch of your skin was left untouched by his lips as he spoke loving praises against them. "Beautiful." "The prettiest girl I know." "My girl." "No one can compare." "Only want you." "Perfect for me." God you were dizzy with love for this man. He kissed away all your insecure thoughts as he showed you how much he loved you for you. He couldn't care less what size you were, he had fallen for your spirit and personality and the way your eyes crinkle when you smiled so prettily for him. He made sure to remind you of this every day after that.

JAKE/SUNOO/NIKI: He was super exhausted after coming home from practice and didn't really notice your behavior until after he got out of the shower. You would usually greet him by the door with a kiss but instead you were seated on the couch with a drama playing on the tv that you weren't even paying attention to. You had a blanket wrapped around yourself very tightly as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. He joined you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head in your lap as he laid down on the couch. It was his favorite position to be in when he just wanted to hold you and feel comfort. Normally you would giggle and run your fingers through his hair because you know just how much he likes it but today you didn't move from your position. He perked up at the small changes and his eyes found your dazed ones. He pouts before sitting up and looking at you worriedly. "Is everything okay, baby?" He would ask. You simply would look over to him with a small smile and assure him you were fine but he knew you like the back of his hand. Nothing could get past him. He watches as you tug the blanket closer to you, hiding yourself from him and he feels his heart ache at the sight. He knew you had insecurities and you had plenty of conversations about it with him. He would pull you close, wrap his arms around you and let you silently cry into his chest. "I'm sorry, my love. I shouldn't have been so selfish by revealing our relationship to the world. I know you told me you were ready but seeing you like this makes me want to keep you hidden forever. My sweet girl." He would whisper against your forehead as he left small kisses there to ease the anxious thoughts in your mind. Being in his arms like this always helped wash away the bad thoughts. He always knew what to say to make you forget about the world and just be with him. He constantly praised you and reassured you that no matter what you looked like, you would always be beautiful to him because you were simply you. The girl he had fallen in love with and will forever be in love with. His girl.

[brewing-radianite]

How does each member feel about PDA?

Who is more likely to get jealous?

What’s each members flirting style?

Who fell in love first?

(For The Tired Parent Trio and TremorHeal cuz im obsessed)

same

Tired Parent Trio:

How does each member feel about PDA?: 

Sage - Shy about PDA, fine with it in private. 

Viper - Flustered easily around some of the others, but if it’s just Brimstone and Sage, she actually initiates it sometimes! Depends on her mood, but it can be hard to resist showing them the love they deserve. 

Brimstone - Ofc doesn’t do PDA much hence his own rules about relationships in the protocol buuuut does like to hold Viper and Sage close if nobody else is around. They go through so much stress, and you know, it’s just nice to know they’re ok. To know they’re safe. 

Who is more likely to get jealous?: Sage is the least likely to get jealous, Brimstone is a fine in-between depending on circumstances, but Viper is very quick to jealousy surprisingly if she feels someone is getting a little too flirty with Sage/Brim. Reyna, for example, flirts with Sage alllll the time, and Viper will be burning a hole into the back of her head with her glare. 

What’s each members flirting style?:

Sage - Subtle, quiet gestures, also loves to cook for others to show her love for them. 

Brimstone - He can fluster easily with any grand gestures, but he loves to compliment Sage/Viper on little things-- He’s very keen to changes in their appearances, actually! “Viper, is that sweater new? It looks nice on you.” “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you wear that lipstick color, Sage! You look as beautiful as ever.” maybe not worded exactly like that LOL but yk he’s just very observant and admires everything about them. Especially things you really don’t think anyone would notice, but no, he’s always looking out for them. 

Viper - Totally acts like she doesn’t want to be all sweet and cuddly and affectionate, but then will be the first person trying to cuddle when they’re alone or get a group nap going after a long day. Similarly to Sage, does a lot of small gestures but 1.) adamantly refuses that she’s done them and 2.) will totally flip the script to make it seem like YOU’RE the sappy one in the situation 

Who fell in love first?: 

I think it’s sooo funny to think about this because it’s not just “I love someone, do they love me back?” it’s like, “i love him. and i love her.” or “i love her. and i love her.” and then it’s “do they both like me back? do they only like each other?” LIKE THERE IS SO MUCH ROOM FOR WORRY AND EMBARASSMENT LOL I think Brim would fall for Sage first, Viper for Brim first, and Sage for Viper first. really make it complicated as they try to figure out if all the feelings are reciprocated. 

Tremorheal:

How does each member feel about PDA?: Breach is very open about PDA, literally unafraid and unbothered by most things, save for Brimstone being on his ass about the no fraternization rules. If that wasn’t in place, he’d probably be holding Sage’s hand and kissing her and hugging her literally every place they go. Sage, on the other hand, is much more subtle and shy and prefers most affections in private even if they’re not explicit. Though she doesn’t mind resting her head against him sometimes, little gestures like that are appreciated. 

Who is more likely to get jealous?: Breach by a landslide and tbh Sage finds it a bit adorable how protective he can be 

What’s each members flirting style?: Breach is very affectionate with compliments, pet names, hugs from behind, etc. Shows a lot of affection physically too (ex. cuddling, kisses, etc.) whereas Sage is much more into gentle gestures and little things. Remembers his favorite foods and makes them. Sews the holes in his clothes without telling him until one day he miraculously finds a whole bunch of them tidied up. He says, “I love you,” and while she feels the same, she moreso shows it than says it. 

Who fell in love first?: Breach, and it’s so funny because he definitely gets all flustered and irritable about it and even tries to show off to impress her and until Sage’s crush really develops she’s just nodding along with a smile like she does with her demons for duelists. she loves them all dearly! they just drive her a little insane. but really who dont they do that to 

[another-rational-deception]

could i request shoji, jiro, tokoyami and tsu with a kinda chubby reader, any gender. like where the reader is like chubby but has muscle under so everyone is surprised when they lift something super heavy cuz they just kinda assume? idk if that makes sense but either way i love your blog so far!!

Hey! Thank you sm, im glad you enjoy my stuff so far!

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Shoji, Jiro, Tokoyami, and Tsuyu with a chubby s/o (literally all my favs, you’re a godsend sunflower)

Mezo Shoji

He’s like hyper aware of how muscular and strong he is (540kg WITH ONE ARM WHAT THE FUCK) so he’s always been extremely gentle with you

He might actually want a bigger s/o, I think. Like I said, he knows how strong he is and even though he is gentle w/ you, he wants to be assured that you won’t snap like a twig if he fucks up slightly💀

But when you showcase your strength to him during the grip test he’s amazed

Whether this is before or during the relationship, doesn’t matter to him. He will compliment you either way

From there on out, he’s a little less defensive and protective of you; he knows you can handle yourself

He does kind of forget over time because you never really need to use that strength

Kind of hits him like “oh” when you help people move furniture when moving into dorms. You had finished your room and you were helping out some others move their desks and beds

You offered to help him too, but he was already done (we saw his room, we know why🤦‍♂️ dude what the fuck)

HOWEVER he might shut down if you pick him up, no ones ever carried him around like that since he was a toddler

I don’t think he’s exactly opposed to being carried around every now and again

Kyoka Jiro

She probably caught you working out in the school gym

She saw you putting some weights on the bar and got kind of worried; that’s a lot of weight, are you sure you can lift that?

Kind of looks like shocked pikachu when you lift it with little to no trouble

She keeps looking over at you throughout her own workout, she can’t take her eyes off you

Thank god she’s already red from working out, you can’t tell how embarrassed she is when you catch her

Might ask you for help if she wants to start lifting

If you’re deadlifting though

She’s in love, you look amazing and she will tell you later

Fumikage Tokoyami

He already assumed you to be physically stronger than him, he knows he’s a twig. Breath on him weird and he needs to go to the nurse

He probably found out during the villain’s attack on USJ. A piece from a building collapsed and you caught it before it could land on Fumikage and Koda.

All he said was, “thank you”, but he was truly amazed, if he was being honest

Tells you how impressive it was after the fact

He’s short and light, so being able to pick him up isn’t exactly a feat, but it’s enough to fluster him

He’s not too keen on being carried around though, but he appreciates the thought

Tsuyu Asui

She’s very observant, so she might have actually noticed your strength beforehand

Well, maybe not your overall strength, but rather your muscle

She’s always spoken her mind, so she’s not shy to tell you how impressive she finds you

Might let you carry her around if you’ve been together a while (not around school though, she prefers to keep these things private)

But if you’re just hanging out at one of your houses (or in dorm rooms) she’s perfectly happy to latch onto your back and let you lead the way

[sunleaffe]

Lanterns

Xiaolumi (Xiao x Lumine)

A/N: this is like the first fic ive ever written OTL so forgive me if im just garbage at formatting. idk the rules of fics so im just throwing it out like this ahaha

He sat there, alone, feeling the light breeze carry with it the scent of mortal delicacies and faint traces of laughter. The lanterns that filled the sky before him would have been thought to be a subject of his scrutiny. After all, he had told that naive traveler that they were nothing but trash filling the sky, bound to fall back to the earth and clog the waterways of Li Yue. Still, as he sat there, bent slightly and hugging his knee close to his chest, Xiao revered the sight of the thousands of lanterns floating higher and higher as if to touch the moon. How many ancient legends flowed through his mind in that moment, one could never be certain. The tales of Skybracer and the other adepti, all of whom were being celebrated as the night stretched on. He had a pit in his stomach at the thought of the celebrations never being meant for him, and yet he felt a certain lightness and childlike wonder at the spectacular sight. 

He noticed one lantern begin to float closer, which at first he brushed off as a change in wind direction, but it soon hovered close enough for him to reach out quizzically and bring it down to the grass. Who was releasing a lantern this far outside of the city? Even if Li Yue Harbor was within full view from where Xiao was perched, it was still bizarre for any civilian to trek or climb their way up here to release a lantern. Besides, who would ever wish for him, Conqueror of Demons?

Xiao’s curiosity was too much to contain and he decided to retrieve the piece of paper rolled up inside of the lantern, being careful not to blow out the flickering candle that kept the lantern lit. He removed the plaustrite ore as well, so he could set the lantern down on the grass carefully. 

As he read the handwritten note, Xiao almost scoffed to cover up the burning sensation creeping up on his ears. Whoever had written this clearly had no formal practice in Li Yue calligraphy. The red ink was messy and the strokes were too harsh in some spots. Still, the words etched on the small piece of paper caused Xiao to flush slightly, something he quickly forced down and tossed the paper away with another scoff. 

“Traveler, you really are not slick,” he muttered, looking away, knowing that Lumine was hiding in the bushes behind him. He should have known it was her who sent the lantern up to him. No one else would have been so foolish to scale bare rock like she was. There was a rustling sound followed by Paimon’s telltale giggle as Lumine walked over to where Xiao was sitting. 

“Surprise!” Paimon exclaimed, waving her hands excitedly. 

“Hardly a surprise at all, knowing only two fools out of the whole of Li Yue would be so keen to disturb me,” Xiao muttered. Paimon pouted and turned to Lumine who wordlessly took a seat next to the adeptus. He watched her as she made a gesture at Paimon, which only deepened the floating child’s pout, probably to wave her away, which she did so indignantly. 

When the two were alone, Xiao observed Lumine warily. She tucked her knees close to her chest as if to mimic his position and sighed, her voice light and airy yet weary. 

“I thought you two were going to go to the festivities down in Li Yue,” Xiao said. He could see the reflection of the lanterns in Lumine’s golden eyes. There was a wistful nature in her expression as she watched the lanterns float by. 

“We were,” she admitted. “But even with all the lights and crowded streets, it still felt lonely.” All sarcastic comments that Xiao had been thinking of throwing at the naive traveler suddenly died in his throat. Seeing her sitting there in an almost fetal like position, talking like that...it made him wonder if the two of them weren’t so different after all. 

“You know,” she said quietly. “That was the second lantern I released.”

Second? Xiao watched as she slowly turned to him and smiled sadly at him.

“Watching those lanterns fly away with everyone’s wishes and desires made me feel as if I was the only one whose wish wouldn't be answered,” Lumine said. There was a slight tremor in her voice as she spoke. “I understand what it’s like to feel alone.” Her eyes now grew misty as Xiao realized with a start that there were tears in them.

“I used to have someone very dear to me, just like you.” Her voice was now barely above a whisper. She extended an arm as if to reach for the lanterns as if they were a fleeting sense of salvation. “My brother, who I could always turn to, who was always by my side. We would travel for days or months and never feel alone because we had each other.” She curled her fingers as her lip trembled. “But I can’t seem to find him, no matter how far or near he may be. Sometimes it gets hard to even remember his face.” Her arm fell limply to her side as Xiao saw tears glisten on her cheeks. 

“I know you’ve lost someone as well,” she continued after a moment. “You must have cared about him very much.”

Xiao glanced down at his gloved hand and then to the mask that hung on the belt around his waist. His hand hovered briefly over it before he stopped himself. 

“Yes, I did.” He, like her, could hardly remember what that god looked like now. His kind face, his smile, or the hand he had held out to him all those centuries ago. Rex Lapis had given him a name and a purpose in this life, and now he was gone. The sight of the dragon tumbling from the heavens still caused Xiao’s jaw to clench. How could a spark of divinity ever depart Li Yue? How could he have left Xiao behind after everything he had given him? Xiao looked to Lumine as she sat there, crying silently. In such moments of weakness and vulnerability, he yearned for human touch, to have that sense of reassurance without corrupting them. 

“Lumine,” he said. She looked up at him and he felt a strange sensation travel through his chest at the sight of her sitting there. Disheveled, a mess, drowning in her own sea of tears. And yet, the sight struck him as...tender. 

“You will find your brother. The fates will align one day and you will see his face again,” he said, surprised at how much he meant his words. Never had he been so honest and truthful to another. Never had he cared so much for another’s happiness. Lumine’s smile sent another wave of emotion through Xiao. 

“I didn’t know you had it in you to be so soft,” she teased weakly, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. Xiao scoffed, but this time his tone was light. 

“Even I don’t take kindly to sniveling messes sitting so close to me.” He waved her comment off, but he meant it to match her teasing tone.

Lumine laughed now, the sound sending shivers down Xiao’s spine. “You know, meeting you made me realize something.”

“What?” Xiao was keenly aware of her leaning closer to him. She hesitated before their shoulders could touch. 

“Even if I never find Aether, the least I could do is stay and learn from Teyvat. I could try to make a difference in this world. I could learn to love and cherish those around me,” she said. Xiao looked down at her, at her blonde hair blowing slightly in the breeze and the flowers that were tucked behind her ear. The white ribbons on her outfit seemed to wrap around the two of them and pull them closer. 

“I want you to know that you aren’t alone, Xiao,” Lumine said quietly. Xiao’s ears burned at these words as he quickly looked away, just as she looked up to meet his gaze. “If you ever need someone to turn to, I’m here.”

How odd it was, for someone to repeat Xiao’s own words back to him. If you ever find yourself in need of assistance, speak my name, he had told her when he had shooed her away hours earlier, adamant that he had no care for the Lantern Rite Festival. 

“Well, I return your sentiment,” he managed to muster, feeling Lumine brush up against his arm and go still. Sighing, he finally turned to look back at her, but to his surprise, found her slumped onto him in a peaceful slumber.

Did all of that crying tire her out that easily…? He wondered. He had no idea if Lumine was truly human or not, but as he examined her peaceful expression, he knew his karmic bonds and energy would not harm her in the way they did to mortals. So perhaps, he could indulge in this little moment for a little bit longer.

Xiao found himself smiling softly at the notion and he leaned down to brush her hair out of her face. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Sweet dreams, traveler.” 

He reached over to retrieve the slip of paper containing Lumine’s second wish. 

“I wish for the Conqueror of Demons to finally realize he is not alone in this world.”

[nightshade-minho]

-A Single Rose-

Happy birthday Lulu!! I know I'm super late but where I'm from, I just woke up and it's the 14th. :3 Take this mediocre fic anyway hhh im sorry @hardskz 

Warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, soft dom Jisung, size kink, praise, eating out, semi-public sex, light daddy kink.

The street was quiet, and the night air was chilly. Jisung adjusted his jacket, shivering slightly. He glanced at his reflection in the shop's window, running a hand through his hair to make sure he looked alright.

Taking in a deep breath, he tried to ignore the way his heart was pounding, and made his way into the shop. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on you behind the counter, humming as you flipped through your novel.

Ah...

Every time he looked at you, he'd be blown away by your beauty. God, you were breathtaking...literally. He somehow always forgot to breathe around you.

As he walked up to the counter, you looked up, tilting your head. His footsteps came to a halt as he leaned against the counter in an attempt to look cool.

Han Jisung didn't really have to try to look cool, though. With one arm entirely covered in tattoos, jet black hair and a lip piercing, people always tended to find him intimidating...at first glance. Look a little closer, and you would see his toothy grin, his goofy personality and endearing habits. No leather jacket in the world could hide the fact that he was just a big old softie...and his softest spot was for you.

It was a little bit of a cliché, and he was aware of it. He was the stereotypical 'bad boy', and you were the daughter of the flower shop's owner. You wore pale yellow sun-dresses, liked reading novels and sometimes wore daisies in your hair.

How could he not be in love with you?

"Jisung...we're closed."

"Oh...b-but it's an emergency..." He stared at you imploringly, his puppy eyes burning into your head even as you tried to avoid looking at him. Sighing, you shut your novel, turning to face him.

"Don't give me that look..."

He pouted, leaning in a little closer. "Pleaaaase? You only closed like, a second ago. It's really urgent." The truth was, he just didn't wanna leave yet...he'd spent an hour back home psyching himself up in the mirror, and now he was ready to confess to you...more or less.

You pursed your lips. "What's the emergency?"

"Um...I need flowers for....uh..." he gulped, all his brain cells choosing that very moment to bail on him. "M-my...my girlfriend!" He blurted, immediately regretting it as soon as the words came out.

A small frown appeared on your features.

"Oh...you never told me you had a girlfriend." You said, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. Somehow, though, Jisung still caught it.

Wait...was it possible that you might be interested in him after all? God, why the fuck did he make up that lie? It had come out of nowhere, almost like his lips had a mind of their own.

"I...um, that was because it wasn't official, yet. Yeah. So...I need to get her a rose...a pale pink one, please."

That was your favorite flower, and your favorite color. You stood up from your stool, trying to hold your emotions down as you went off to the side of the counter, pulling out a long-stemmed rose from one of the baskets and handing it to Jisung. Your fingers momentarily brushed against his as you gave it to him, and he tried to ignore the butterflies rampaging in his stomach.

"H-how much will that be?"

"You don't have to pay. I've already closed up for the night, any way."

"But-"

"No, really. It will just mean a lot more work for me...so yeah. Um, have fun with your girlfriend tomorrow...bye." You waved, biting your lip and feeling tears rising up. You knew you were being a little too sensitive, but you couldn't help it.

Jisung had been visiting the little shop for months, now. You'd found him a little scary at first, but had quickly warmed up to him. He was always so kind and awkward around you...and you'd almost let yourself believe that he liked you. Maybe you'd mistaken his friendliness for flirtiness, all along.

"Wait..." Jisung's eyes widened in horror as he took in the way your eyes had gotten a little misty. "Y/n, are you c-crying?!"

"What? No, psh." You mumbled, wiping at your cheek as you looked away.

"Fuck, you are. Why? Is it because...because..."

He swallowed. Was he reading the situation right? Was it the newfound knowledge that he had a non-existent girlfriend that had made you cry? He didn't want to assume anything...

"Hey..." Jisung stepped behind the counter, tilting your chin up to face him. His heart spasmed as he took in your wet cheeks...and he knew he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"This...this is actually for you." He said, thrusting the rose in front of you. You frowned, sniffing as you looked up at him in confusion.

"You...y-you said this was for your girlfriend-"

"Exactly." Jisung said hesitantly. His mind couldn't believe that he was finally doing it. His heart had taken complete control of his body and his actions. He tried to maintain the confidence as you stared at him, your face slowly twisting into one of realization.

"I m-mean, that is, if you want to be. I just r-really like you, but I don't really wanna force you into anything that you don't w-"

He was interrupted as you threw your arms around his neck, tiptoeing as you pressed your lips to his. Eyes widening, Jisung's hands hovered in the air as he tried to get over the initial shock. Slowly, the shock gave way to a buzzing sensation in his stomach as he melted into the kiss, setting the rose down and deepening the kiss slightly, hands resting on your waist.

He pulled away, gazing down at you and letting out a small giggle. You blushed and avoided eye contact, looking at your feet. The sudden confidence that had gripped you a few seconds ago had completely disappeared. He took your chin, trying to make you face him again.

"So, does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?" He said, cupping your cheek and gazing at you, the affection in his eyes overflowing.

"Y-yeah..." you said shyly. His eyes twinkled as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours again.

This time, the kiss was less chaste...more hungry. The atmosphere in the room changed palpably, as his tongue hesitantly slipped past your parted lips. The once sweet kiss was now turning into something more intimate, and Jisung's hands on your waist slowly drifted downwards. You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him back passionately, tugging gently on his locks and prompting a groan from him.

He pulled away, biting his lip as he looked down at you. "Baby...do you want this?"

You nodded desperately. "Yes! P-please..."

"Okay...will you be a good little girl for me, hm?"

You nodded again, and he clicked his tongue.

"Words, sweetheart."

"I'll...I'll be a good girl for you."

He smiled proudly, molding his lips with yours once again and lifting you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist as he set you on the counter.

"Fuck." He bit at your lips, groaning. "Your lips are so soft..." You whimpered in response, sighing as he pressed himself against you, rubbing your clothed crotches together.

"Ah baby...why did I wait so long to do this?"

"I-I don't know...Jisung...please, I need you..."

He hummed. "Patience, princess..." He slid his hands up your sun dress, groping at your soft skin.

"You're like my perfect little doll, aren't you? In your pretty little dresses...you're so adorable."

You blushed, the way he was talking about you affecting you deeply.

"I think you'd look even prettier naked, though."

He kissed all over your face, slowly sliding your dress up. "Tiny and cute. Just how I like it."

"Mm....'m not tiny." You humphed. He pulled away, chuckling as he pet your head.

"You're half my size, sweetie." He pulled your dress up further. "Lift your arms, baby." You obeyed, letting him pull the dress over your head and discard it.

He ran his eyes over your body, biting his lip.

"You're perfect. So perfect..." Slowly, he pulled down the cups of your bra, licking his lips as your boobs were exposed to him.

"Cute tits." He mumbled, leaning forward to take a nipple into his mouth. You arched your back, keening as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud.

With his other hand, Jisung quickly pulled down his zipper, freeing his straining cock. Your eyes drifted to it, and you gulped at its size.

Jisung chuckled at your expression, fingers coming down to pull your panties off. He kissed your thighs as he went down, looking up at you with twinkling eyes. "Don't worry doll, it'll fit."

You whimpered as his face came level with your pussy, tongue darting out to lick your clit. You choked back a moan, clutching his hair as he suddenly buried his face in your pussy. Taking a deep sniff, he proceeded to eat you out ferociously, his hands stroking your thighs in a soothing motion, the action diametrically opposed to the sinful ministrations of his tongue.

You threw your head back and moaned, the feeling of his tongue exploring you so thoroughly making you see stars.

"You're so delicious- such a juicy pussy, I love it~" he mumbled against your folds, pulling away and getting to his feet. He pressed his lips to yours slowly, letting you taste your own essence.

When you felt his tip rub against your entrance, you mewled desperately into Jisung's ear. The innocent yet needy sound was the last straw for him. As Jisung drove his length into your pussy, his face scrunched as he tried to adjust to just how tight you were.

"Fuck...what a delicate pussy-" he grunted, going deeper."Stretching out so perfectly to make way for my cock."

You whimpered and buried your face in his neck as he gave you an experimental thrust. Carressing your back, he kissed the top of your head as he set a slow pace, going deeper with each stroke. "Shh, darling...it's okay."

He pulled you away from him to face him, heart clenching as he observed your wrecked face. "Daddy...your cock is too...too big." You sniffed. His eyes widened. "W-what did you just call me?"

You keened in response, clenching around him tightly. "Daddyyy~"

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, halting his thrusts as he gazed at you in concern.

"Why'd you stop?" You whined, mouth slightly open. "Please...want Daddy to fuck me open."

He exhaled, thankful that you were okay. "Your wish is my command, princess." He began thrusting faster as you clenched around his length repeatedly, making him cry out.

He pulled out suddenly, making you whine in despair. "Shh, baby don't worry..." He moved you over on the counter slightly and climbed onto it himself, crawling over you. Leading his cock back to your pussy, he leaned down to kiss you again.

You felt your heart beat pounding out of your chest as Jisung pulled away, lifting your leg over his shoulder. The new angle let him go deeper, and soon you felt the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

He kept going, his hands going from your hips to your cheeks, squishing them as he leaned down to plant another kiss on your lips...and then another, and then another.

"I can't get enough of you. I don't think I ever will- oh, fuck-"

You moaned as his thrusts became sporadic, chasing his own high. You felt the flames of arousal lick at you, threatening to turn into a blaze of pleasure. His cock kept rubbing up against your sweet spot, and soon you were clenching tightly, on the precipice of your high.

"Daddy...please, let me cum..."

"Cum, baby-" he choked out, grunting as he felt himself hit his high at the same time you did. He filled you up with his cum, groaning as your walls were painted white. Panting, he continued fucking you through your orgasms, slowing down and collapsing on top of you once the over-sensitivity started setting in.

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes. It felt almost magical, the way he was holding you so tenderly...the two of you surrounded with beautiful petals and blooms.

"I could stay here forever..."

"I could, too, but we don't want your father finding us like this in the morning, do we?"

"Heh. No..." You paused suddenly, frowning as you remembered something. Slowly, your eyes travelled to the security camera on the ceiling, pointed right at the two of you.

"Ah, fuck."

[kaepop-trash]

IM SHOOK? SHAKEN? CHANGED??:&:9 PUSH AND PULL IS SO GOOD??:&:@; AAAA. I LOVE YOUR WORK.. LITERALLY OBSESSED ... i was wondering if it had a part 2 BUT THE CLIFF HANGER .. GOD INSANITY.. UR SUCH A GOOD WRITER AAAAA

There was a time when I had considered writing another part for it, but truly there was just one scene I really wanted to write. When I saw this, I felt compelled to write it. Consider it an apology for the cliff hanger I left the fic on. Not that this is any better.

I was intrigued by this dynamic when I wrote this fic and I continue to be even now. So consider this more self-gratification than anything else. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it.

Tw: unhealthy relationship dynamic, hints of obsession and violence if you squint.

_

This was strange. She was allowed to think that. The restaurant was a good one, she was dressed as well as she always was.

Kim Doyoung was in a white shirt and dark jeans. His eyes were focused on the menu in his hand, brows stitch together in concentration. The other hand ran through his hair, an honest effort to push it out of his face. But it was long and fell over his eyes just as soon as he let it go, the only difference being a few strands that stuck up.

She looked down at her fingers, nails now cleaned of the blood from his scalp. He had very soft hair too, she could remember the feel of it against her palm. She could remember the other parts too.

"Have you decided what you want?" His voice made her look up. He was watching her with careful calculation, the gaze of a panther assessing his prey. He was a fool to think she wasn't herself a predator.

"Sure." She slapped the menu close, the sound sudden and loud.

He just nodded, "Okay." His eyes coloured with amusement. She clenched her fist tight, impatient and irritated. "Are you usually this quiet?" He sat back in his seat.

"I speak when I want to, Mr. Kim." Her voice was curt.

He gave her a heinous smirk, "I had my tongue in your cunt, (Y/N). You can call me Doyoung." He reached for his glass of water.

His words made her shift in her chair. Her body reacting against her will was what made the last thread of courtesy snap.

"Other people have done more than that. Physical intimacy isn't grounds for familiarity, not with me." She settled back into her chair. When his jaw flexed, she smiled. At least now they were both annoyed.

"What is grounds for familiarity with you?" His voice was sharper, gaze narrower.

"Why do you care, Mr. Kim?" She snapped. "I'm not interested in being familiar with you."

"Why not?" He furrowed his brows.

"I'm not interested in being familiar with anyone." It was the first honest thing she'd spoken in a while.

"Scared?" He looked intrigued.

"Indifferent." Her frown twisted further.

He hummed, considering her words. "I could make a compelling case."

"It would be a wasted effort. I'm sure you'll find someone more suited to your demands elsewhere." She reached for her glass of water, confused and displeased by the way this was going.

Yet a part of her clawed with intrigue, wanting to know why he was seemingly undeterred. It stopped her from walking out the door, "Can we order?" She questioned. He gave her an unbothered smile, nodding in answer. She wanted to pry open his skull if it told her what he was thinking.

"I don't understand why you're being so persistent. I'm not trying to be coy, I'm not interested in anything beyond sex." She told him once the waiter left with their orders.

"We can have sex." He said it like it was a consolation prize, one he only considered in hindsight.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "What do you want, Doyoung?"

He licked his lips, eyes grazing the skin over the low neckline of her dress. "I started a painting the night I first met you. I haven't painted anything in three years." His eyes glazed over at that, clearly not present at the table anymore. "The second time I met you, the image became clearer, I could picture the colours of it." His eyes focused again, honing in on her. Her stomach flipped. "Last night I thought of a different painting I will paint after this." He gave her a look of conviction, "I must get to know you better." It wasn't a question.

"I'm not keen on being used." She brushed it off.

"Being somebody's muse is a privilege, (Y/N)." His tone flares with offense, "It's being immortalised in memory. I want to capture you in between my brushes and commit you to canvas. I want to make you art." He frowned at her, confused by the rejection.

"Privilege?" She laughed, the sound light and melodious. "It sounds to me like I'm the one doing you a favour. It's your privilege, Mr. Kim." She laughed a little more.

"I don't care what you think." His words didn't match the look on his face, "I haven't had inspiration in years. I'm losing my touch. If I don't create, I cease to be." Anger seeped into his eyes, burning bright red.

She sat back in her chair, "What do I get in return?" She couldn't believe that she was actually considering it.

"What do you want, (Y/N)? Other than an artist's devotion."

She scoffed at his words, "Let me display your art. Anywhere, anytime. If you want to use me, I want to be the only person who gets to use your paintings." She saw the gears grinding in his head at her words.

While it would be a good deal to have, a part of her was sure he'd never agree to it. She knew his reputation. Kim Doyoung did not like sharing what was his.

"Fine." It was his lack of hesitation that caught her off-guard. “But I have a single condition instead. It’s not up for argument.”

She nodded, the possibility of having the exclusive right to display the art of one of the most coveted artists alive worth anything he could demand. He smiled like he was aware of that.

“I want you to myself. No other people.” His eyes bore into her, his gaze the most intense thing about his presence. She clenched her fist so tight that her nails dug into the skin, her palm stinging.

She wanted to slap him.

The demand was a clear sign of control over her. She knew artists, knew the extent of their obsessions. She also knew they tended to fade fast.

“Alright, Doyoung.” She bit her lip. “Have your way with me.” Despite herself, she felt her chest stir at her own words.

-

He flicked the light on, the large empty space illuminated with harsh white light. She looked around, the studio mostly empty save for a single canvas that rested against the wall. The smell of paint thinner in the air told her that he had been at it recently. Doyoung stood by the door as she walked towards the piece, the click of her heels echoing in the space.

The canvas was a messy blend of colours: red, orange and white. In the centre of ot sat the outline of a couch. “This is what you made?” She questioned, the perceptive eye of someone acquainted with art observing every detail.

“Don’t like it?” He spoke from across the room.

She focused on the blend of colours; despite the bold mix of red and orange, it was the white strokes that felt aggressive. “It’s confusing.” She shifted her weight between her feet.

She heard his footsteps approach her, “Have you ever felt rage, (Y/N)? Blinding rage that you cannot control? Only channel?” His words bounced off the walls.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve your rage.” Her voice was softer.

“You seduced me, (Y/N).” His footsteps stopped short of her heel. “You were using every dirty trick one could do it. And you were so blatant about it.” He groaned.

Her lips tugged, “I’m known to go after what I like in the moment.” She swallowed.

“You’re shameless.” He spat the word like an insult. She clenched her jaw, “And it makes me furious that I can’t stop thinking about you.” There was a crack in his calm voice, it made her breath falter for a second.

“You aren’t the first." She scoffed, "You don’t have to be hard on yourself, I know what I’m doing. Your reaction is to be expected.” She tried to keep her voice level, not giving him the priviledge of seeing her own rage. Rage was an admittance of effect and she would not let him see his effect on her.

She gasped when his finger brushed up her thigh. “You don’t know anything about me." He mumbled, still maintaining the last few inches of distance. "I don’t play games, I don’t collect conquests.”

She laughed, her head falling back. He took a step closer, pushing her head to the side to brush his lips over her neck. “I know people, Doyoung. I especially know men. You want to believe you’re complex,” He bit down on the smooth skin, she moaned. “But lust is never complicated. It’s deceptively simple. You’re currently playing a game with me, one you want to win. You just don’t know it, which is your loss because you don’t have a prize in mind.” He licked the skin he just ruined, purring into her throat. He bit down the same place again, harder. She whimpered.

“I know my prize.” His nose brushed up her jaw, his breath heating her skin.

“I’m not a trophy to be acquired.” She took a step back, pressing into his chest.

Doyoung sighed, hand reaching around and tugging on her waist, “Who said I was talking about you?”

She clenched her jaw. “What is it you hope to win then?” His hand brushed up and grabbed her jaw, tilting her head back further.

“Let me show you.” His lips brushed against her cheeks. He gathered her dress in his hands, hitching it higher. “Lift your arms.” He whispered. When she did, he pulled the material off.

His fingers made quick work of the rest of her garments. Once she was completely bare, he turned her around. His smile was deceptively gentle, “Do you enjoy being a whore, (Y/N)?” He took a step back, looking her over with detached scrutiny.

“Very much so.” She stepped out of her underwear. When he looked up with a sharp gaze, it was her turn to give him a sweet smile.

“Will you enjoy being my whore?” He brushed his index finger on his lips. Soft, pretty lips that she made a note to destroy.

“That is to be seen.” She breathed out.

He smiled wide, pointing behind him. “Sit on that sheet.”

She gave him a skeptical look. When he added no further explanation, she did what she was told. She walked up to the large white cloth that lay flat on the floor, ready for whatever he had planned. She bent over, deliberately slow, and took her heels off. Walking over to the centre of the sheet and sitting down, bringing her knees up to her chest. She sat patiently.

“Such a pretty picture you make.” He hummed, walking over to a table littered with paint and brushes. He picked up a few bottles, coming up to stand in front of her. Her heart beat so fast with anticipation that she was certain it was echoing against the walls.

He kneeled in front of her, “Give me your palms.” His eyes stayed on her face, his voice still dispassionate. She lifted her hands and laid them out for him. When he looked down at them, she glanced at his features. Without his dark gaze, his face looked almost delicate. She felt thick liquid on her palm, looking down to see him squeeze blue and green paint on each palm.

He looked up when he finished, “Lust isn’t simple. It’s like being on fire one second and being drowned the next. Put your hands behind you and lean back.” She took in an unsteady breath, sitting back.

The paint squished between her palm when she pressed them on the sheet, coming out from between her fingers. He sat back, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes didn’t leave hers the entire time.

“Which one of us will drown?” She breathed out, words mixed with soft pants.

He unbuckled his belt, smirking when she squeezed her legs. “That is to be seen.” He repeated her own words back, grabbing her knees to open her legs again. He stood up, pushing his jeans off. Once he did, he squeezed the green paint onto his knees. Her breathing was ragged now, bouncing off the walls and filling the space with the admittance of her eagerness.

He walked around to her back, leaning down. “Sit up.” His voice was lower, and to her victorious realisation, afflicted. When she did, his knees pressed into the small of her back, paint rubbing against her skin. She couldn’t explain why, but the rudimentary action made her moan. He brushed her hair up, tying it up on her head with a tie she didn’t know he had. Everything felt meticulously planned.

He squeezed more paint onto her spine, rubbing it around with precise fingers. He remained unnervingly silent, getting up and coming back around to face her again. “You’re so beautiful.” He gasped.

The words made her smirk, chest heaving with quick breaths. “I know.”

He smirked back, “I’m going to make you divine.” He put his knees on the sheet, the blue and green rubbing together. She stared at the traces, for a moment mesmerised by the mark it left.

She yelped when he grabbed her ankle and tugged her, her wet palms slipping. Her back landed on the sheet, her head stinging a little from the sudden contact. He parted her legs with his knee, she looked up to see him squeeze white paint into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, before using them to hover over her. “You’re going to display the very manifestation of your lust in museums all over the world, (Y/N). We’re going to commodify your sin. That’s my prize.” His hands slid across the sheet and grabbed her waist.

She reached up and grabbed his throat, the smooth white skin tainted blue and green. “It’s going to be our sin, Doyoung.” She dragged her eyes from his eyes to his lips.

“I was under the impression that you didn’t want familiarity.” His hands rubbed white paint up her sides, brushing under her breasts. Both their breathing matched in impatience.

She pulled him closer, resting her lips on his. “If you’re going to immortalise me, I will own you.” She promised. He smiled against her lips, kissing her.

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Send me an ask about a character from one of my fics in a scenario and I'll write a drabble.

Character from: Push and Pull

[paneerlajwanti]

Hi there 🙋

I hope you feel better soon.

I would love a post about how to make a beautiful Mandala and what are the essentials to make it.

Take us step by step and a time lapse video of you drawing one will be amazing.

- M (hope the letter's not taken)

hey M! the letters not taken and nor am i

thanks for the ask, i do feel much better thanks to @dragoncreek319 @thebookwormslytherin

well i don't know how to explain how to make a beautiful mandala because to be very honest, i just play the music and switch on symmetry tool and my hand flows

here's a process of my time lapse of the mandala i made this morning.

a mandala does hold philosophical and artistic significance to many, but you do you babe.

a mandala does have a radial balance, so symmetry tool will help you with that, but if you're drawing traditionally, drawing concentric circles and sections really helps you draw part by part.

there's literally no hard and fast rule on what makes a mandala beautiful. and i definitely don't think im qualified enough to talk about this, but imma share a little here and there.

i have started digitally drawing mandalas around almost a year ago, but i have always found myself to draw mehendi stuff, floral stuff and similar designs for most of my life.

i also have a keen eye to observe details and take inspiration from ancient indian architecture, textile and patterns. i also love flowers and floral motifs in my designs. adding leaves, flowers, branches, stems, petals, multipleayers of floral whorls. that is like my first thought when i begin drawing. oh and paisleys (kairis) its a done deal and an integral part of certain design styles i love paisleys.

in terms of recommendations and friends who make mandalas too,

@tiredcoffeebeanthings is a damn good mehendi artist and an extremely creative genius. their art style compliments their designs very beautifully.

@cynical-ravenclaw my beloved, her mandalas, her designs are always something to look forward to.

there also are a few basic techniques i guess but it's your creativity and your ideas that make mandalas unique!

hey anon also maybe if you could send another ask regarding this and imma continue talking there?? because this is getting too long lmao

[for-ests]

Love It If We Made It: Oikawa x Reader (Part 4)

1 / 2 / 3 / mlist

sorry for such the long wait babies,, i hope you enjoy the finale :) ps i tried to edit this as best I could but im super busy pls understand 

wc: 5, 194 warnings: smut towards the end  

You could never openly admit it, but when Oikawa had suggested bringing you back to his house, you felt all your previous what-ifs and worries disappear. Without a proper acknowledgement, the memories of you and your afternoons spent in his backyard playing volleyball filled your mind the entire way back to his childhood home. It had been years, it had felt like an eternity, yet it also felt like it was yesterday. 

Oikawa’s mother hadn’t aged a day. She was just as charming and youthful as before. When she watched you walk through the front door, her neutral expression switched into one of pure astonishment. 

“Y/N?” She gasped, immediately setting down the kitchen utensils she was using to come and embrace you in a warm hug. It felt surprisingly comforting to be back in her arms. She looked the same as she had the last day you saw her. Just as beautiful and just as charming, her features clearly reflected through her only son. 

“Rina-” You smiled, wrapping your arms around her just as friendly, like you had never spent a day apart. Truthfully, you were surprised--you hadn’t expected her to recognize you. 

“How long has it been?” She gushed, pulling away to get a better look at you. “My, my… You have grown into such a beautiful young lady.” 

“Hasn’t she?” Oikawa complimented, one of his hands reaching behind his neck to scratch it sheepishly. His movements were natural, as if he had discussed your impending arrival before. 

In the corner of your eye, you noticed them share a look. A look that could be considered indecipherable, but one that you could tell was of approval. You had known them since you were a child after all. There was a probable chance that Oikawa had mentioned your name a couple days earlier. 

“What brings you back here?” 

Oikawa answered for you. “She’s managing the Karasuno volleyball team. Isn’t that great?” 

“Really?” She cooed. 

“Yeah.” You grinned. 

“I didn’t even realize until I got there! Mama, it was crazy.” Oikawa chuckled, immediately clearing his throat once he realized you were staring at him with an unabashed expression. You had always found it adorable how much respect and love Oikawa had for his mother. 

“But of course I beat her team to spite her.” 

“I’m sure you did.” Rina chuckled, shaking her head in a form of apology for his ‘childish’ behavior. One thing that would never leave a man was their inevitable craving to win. Especially one that had been working all of his life to become the best. Oikawa had always believed he wasn’t born with natural talent, yet seeing him demand the entire court’s presence during your match was enough to make you roll your eyes. He was unbelievably talented. You knew he would go far with his gift. 

“Well, can I make you something to eat?” She asked, taking a step back and gesturing to the kitchen. “Will you stay for dinner?” 

You weren’t necessarily hungry, but when you glanced at Oikawa, the look in his eyes confirmed that you should agree regardless. It was obvious that his mother was keen on making dinner for you like old times. 

“Of course.” You bowed your head slightly, grinning from ear to ear at her enthusiasm. “I would be happy to.” 

Rina clasped her hands together in delight. Even Oikawa seemed surprised to see her so excited about something as simple as dinner. Unbeknownst to them both, Oikawa’s mother was just happy to see him bring home a girl. He only had one girlfriend before, but it was obvious that they weren’t going to last long. It had been to everyone, yet deep down inside Rina knew exactly what was going through her son’s mind. He had never paid attention to a girl like the way he had with you. 

And the only thing Rina felt like she could do to help her son win your heart was to make you feel welcome in their home. She just wanted her son to be happy, and it was obvious that you could be the girl to grant her wish, one who had always been there. 

“I’ll make a lot.” She said, already shuffling through the cupboards to prepare. “I know you must be hungry, Tooru.” 

“I am,” He laughed. “Thanks Mama, we’ll be back down once dinner is ready. Just text me and we’ll come down” 

“Yes!” She cheered. “Y/N, we need to catch up, okay? Tell me about the family and everything.” 

For a moment, your heart seemed to drop down to your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to tell Rina that your family was as content as ever, that they were succeeding in their jobs, and that your brother had successfully graduated middle school. But none of that was true, that part of your life was currently in shambles, and you were piecing it back together piece by piece. 

At least you had the Oikawa’s back by your side. You felt as if they were kneeling next to you, taking a portion of your burden and taping the pieces back together in places you couldn’t reach. 

“Of course!” You replied through the best smile you could muster, which wasn’t much. 

Oikawa noticed your smile lower. In reply, he set a comforting hand on the small of your back and led you down the hallway. It was his way of reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. Though his jersey still had a distasteful stench to it, you leaned into him. 

“You don’t need to tell her about your brother if you don’t want to.” The boy whispered once the two of you were out of distance, the thick walls preventing any sound from admitting down the hall. 

“I will.” You breathed. “Eventually, because she deserves to know. She was a family friend, and so were you.” 

He nodded in reply, finally twisting the doorknob of his bedroom door. “I can’t wait to change out of these clothes!” He said louder than needed, perhaps to deflect any suspicions that his mother might have about your demeanor. Yet, what he said was suggesting enough, and you flushed with embarrassment. 

“Nice one.” You giggled, reaching your arm out and smacking his bicep lightly. You were relieved to know that his mother probably didn’t know the extent of your rekindled relationship. She probably wouldn’t suspect anything suggestive to happen. 

Yet… why did you care so much? It wasn’t like anything would happen, even if you wanted it to. 

Taking a deep breath, you heard Oikawa switch the lock behind him. 

Entering the threshold of Oikawa’s room was like you had entered a different world than what you had remembered from before. 

It wasn’t a messy room, but it was cluttered. On the wall hung framed achievements he had been awarded throughout grade school. He even had a trophy shelf. The thought put a smile on your face, relieved to find that he was still the same competitive Oikawa you had loved years before. 

You heard him shuffling through his dresser as you scanned his belongings. 

His room didn’t contain much else, just the standard bedroom accessories. His desk was stacked high with textbooks and assignments. That was what originally drew your eyes to the piece of furniture. But what you found next brought potential tears to your eyes. 

The single picture he had decided to frame was one of you. 

“Tooru…” You breathed, voice immediately faltering. Without thinking, you reached for it, desperate to hold it between your fingertips. You remembered the day it was taken. You had been so overwhelmed to start eighth grade, yet for this picture, you smiled genuinely. That was because on your right was Oikawa, and on your left was Iwaizumi. In that moment, having them by your side meant everything. They had walked you to your classroom, proud of you for being accepted into the honor roll. They were proud even if it meant you would no longer be in their class. 

“Has it been there all this time?” You asked, feeling his presence come from behind. Shivers cascaded down your spine from his proximity, yet your eyes remained on the photo. You were shocked to find it, so shocked that you had been in his memory this entire time. 

What had ever happened to the three of you? 

Life. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could hold the rest of your tears in. You had already cried enough in front of him. There was no need to cry about something you couldn't change. 

“It hasn’t moved for three years.” He whispered so softly you knew it wasn’t a lie. 

Setting the frame back into its rightful place, you turned around to find Oikawa shirtless. For a moment, you were dumbfounded. But ever since Oikawa waltzed back into your life, there wasn’t an emotion he hadn’t provoked from you. 

Possible questions were racing through your mind. Why would he keep that picture framed? Had he really been missing you all this time? If your face had been in front of him this long why did he never reach out to you? 

Despite that, no words flew from your mouth. All you could do was reach out and set your arm against his chest. Observing that picture had caused your heart to soften. He had framed it, protected and cherished it. Maybe not you, but at least the memory.

Your entire body felt tender, so tender that it would be easy to admit what was on your mind. 

“Tooru-” You finally breathed, your eyes flashing across the bareness of his toned chest. You wanted to look elsewhere but your eyes were drawn to him, your brain finally processing that it was your childhood crush that the body belonged to. 

Oikawa’s hand reached up and rested against your jawline, tipping your chin up. His hands felt like ice against your burning skin. Normally he would crack a joke, possibly tease you for being so flustered. Yet, he reclaimed the silence in return. He felt the tension too, his own mind trying to picture what your body looked like underneath. 

You needed him. You were gripping onto him by this point, almost begging for him to make the first move.

“I…” Oikawa faltered, relaxing slightly from your more than eager embrace. He hesitated, searching your eyes for an answer. “I kept this picture for all these years because I loved you. It felt wrong to throw it away, even if you were gone.” 

You blushed, finally flashing your gaze away from his hypnotizing face. Your stomach flipped with butterflies under the touch of your best friend—a touch that felt familiar, yet so foreign in its unexplored way. He had never touched you like this before, so compassionate; yet laced with hunger. 

Then, as you finally processed what he had confessed, your eyes widened. “What?—” You were cut off by his lips connecting with yours, engulfing your thoughts in complete and utter bliss. For a brief moment, your eyes stayed open, and through it, all your resistance disappeared.

You melted against his towering frame, succumbing to your desires. His lips mended perfectly with yours in motions that were so passionate you could hardly focus on breathing.

You clutched onto Oikawa’s arm to steady your weakening knees. His kisses became rougher, hungrier, more intense with each passing moment. You became drunk on the lips that you had waited so long for.

“I love…” You gasped, trying to pull away and accept his confession. “I love you too.” 

“Good.” Oikawa curled his arm around your waist and pulled you onto his bed. You fell on top of him, a giggle escaping your lips. Your eyes flickered back down to his reddening lips, his position inviting you for more. But like before, Oikawa made the decision for you when his hands cupped your face and brought you towards him. 

You had years of kissing to cover. And with each movement your lips made, your emotions heightened, begging for more, begging for all of him. 

Lips refusing to disconnect, you shifted positions until you were straddling him. Oikawa groaned in response, the slightest movement from you causing him to grow hard. Instinctively, his hands moved from your face and latched onto your hips. The boy grasped them tightly, almost pawing in hopes that your clothes would fall away that easily. He wanted to take you as soon as he could, infatuated with you from day one. 

You needed him. Every fiber in your being was pulsating for the urge to become one. The way he moved his hips in response to your contact relayed that he felt the same. 

Refusing to contemplate if you should for another minute, you broke away from the kiss, saliva connecting your lips to his. Blushing, you gained a moment to breathe, cheeks tainted with evidence of your current, sinful state. You wanted more. But was now the right time? 

Staring into your mystifying eyes was enough to give Oikawa his answer. Yes, the right time was now. “She won’t hear.” He whispered. “If you can be quiet for me.” 

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. There was no way you could leave his bedroom without satisfying the sensual urge that filled every sense. You ran your hands through Oikawa’s chocolate curls, pulling him as close as you could, the make out session escalating faster than you ever would have thought. 

Crawling out from underneath you, Oikawa beckoned you to switch positions. You obediently laid on your back, trying to avert your eyes in embarrassment as the boy you loved helped you out of your shirt. As both top garments slipped off your body, you felt the lustful heat creep back into your core, stimulated by the simplest action. 

Having your chest exposed for the first time, Oikawa ravished the touch, letting his hands linger and brush against all the places you had never let him before. Even if he had always fantasized about doing so, nothing could compare to the reality. 

Feeling the hotness of Oikawa’s mouth against your breasts almost caused you to moan out loud. How were you going to keep quiet? 

“Shh…” the boy whispered against your skin, grinding his hips into your core for another distraction. He was enjoying himself as much as you were. “Be quiet.” 

The hardness in his pants ignited something deep within you. It felt heavenly, the sexual contact so foreign from his hands, something you had wished for just as hard as he had. 

But your breaths soon become muffled mewls of erotic pleasure as Oikawa bruised the sensitive spot on your neck. He moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing softly and sensually. 

"I want to see all of you..." He groaned against your skin, pulling his head away to stare into your own lust filled eyes, searching for any sort of conformation. 

You were flustered, pressed entirely against his chest as he continued to play with your body. How could you say no? That’s what was racing through your mind as his hands snaked down your sides and over your panties. Before you could process his actions, you felt his fingers against your clit, fingers rubbing in soft, slow circles. 

"T-Tooru..." You pleaded in short quick whimpers, not wanting him to stop grinding against the incredibly sensitive spot. No boy had ever teased you like this, with such tenderness and care. 

Confidence surged through your veins at his touch, exciting you and sending waves of passion across your body. With the newfound feeling, you decided to please him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his face into your exposed chest. 

"I want you inside me..."You whimpered, grinding against his fingers to display just how badly you were wishing. 

"Fuck.. Y/N... don't say that..." Oikawa grunted, grasping hold of your chin to bring your lips back together with his. 

Despite the heated tongue locking, Oikawa continued to massage between your thighs, trailing under your shorts and past your underwear, until he quickly inserted them. You moaned loudly, tears gathering on your eyelids from how blissful it felt. "P-please..." You whined, gripping onto his shoulders as your clit pulsed with heat. 

The boy’s body was trembling just as much, the nerves finally setting in. All Oikawa wanted to do was please you, he wanted to do such a wonderful job that you were unable to think of anyone else. Though, no matter what happened, you would always think he was handsome, especially how apparent he made his emotions known, the sexual and the physical, his own composure coming undone against you. 

Moving your hands forward, you touched his toned chest, your fingers exploring and caressing every muscle you could get your hands on. Oikawa relaxed at the desperation laced within your actions, his breathing faltering for a moment before he grabbed your hands and forced them against bed. 

You stared deeply into his eyes, him doing the same. Take me. You pleaded silently.  Do it before it’s too late. 

The boy pinned you down, hovering over on one knee, not wasting another second to finally slide your panties down your legs until you were completely naked. You threw your head back at the contact of his hands caressing your breasts. 

"You're so beautiful." Oikawa whispered huskily. Astounded, he pulled away his boxers, revealing his own assets. Before you could fully take in his length, you felt his cock poke against your entrance. Bucking your hips in response, your movements caused your breasts to brush against his abs. The feeling of skin on skin was almost enough to push Oikawa over the edge, his member twitching in desperation. He had never felt like this before, utterly shocked by his devouring nature. 

He loved you. Oikawa couldn’t fight the attraction any longer. Now, there was no turning back. He had already resisted his entire life, waiting for the right moment until he was sure you could fully become his. He had put everything before you, yet now he wanted to put you first. 

Without another second to pass, Oikawa abruptly pulled your naked body to the edge of the bed and smiled down at your flustered cheeks. All this for him. No matter what had happened in the time you were apart, he still loved you the same. 

Though every subconscious thought throughout his teenage years had undoubtedly prepared him for this moment, he was still awestruck. Oikawa never could have guessed that he would have been in love with the same girl for his entire life, in love with you. 

“Tooru…” You whimpered, tone evidently conveying embarrassment. 

Despite the heat that pulsated between you and him, your legs unconsciously clasped back together at the sight of him, something you weren’t sure you could handle. What if you couldn’t please him? Everything you had ever wanted to do to him suddenly became a distant memory. You were frightened that he wouldn’t love you like he claimed afterwards. Exactly what had happened in your past relationship. 

"Are you okay?" Oikawa called out soothingly, even though deep inside he was embarrassed by your reaction. His cold fingers pried your legs back open so he could touch you lovingly, tenderly. He only wanted to appreciate you and everything you had done for him. 

“Yeah… “You nodded, wanting him to continue. Your thoughts were running ramped, wishing you could pour every emotion you had ever felt with him into this moment. You were going to move on from your past love, you were going to become a woman with the man you had always dreamt about. 

Oikawa kissed your inner thighs, leaving long and lingering sucks that made you squirm with pleasure.... It felt so nice but you refused to let out more than gasps, refusing to reveal your intentions to his mother, a woman you had known your entire life. 

Well, that was until the boy stuck his tongue inside of you.  

You gripped the sheets in panic, never imagining how incredible the feeling could be. "Oh my god..." You whimpered, throwing your head back at the sensation. 

Oikawa was simulated by your sounds, due to the speed his tongue licked and massaged against your clit. You grabbed his hair and pushed his face down harder, completely satisfied with how it felt.  Yet you couldn’t stop with just this-- you needed more. You needed all of him. All your worries faded into the background noise along with the crinkling sheets and low groan of your lover’s baritone. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, only feeling, only touching, only relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his bliss, his passion, his love. 

"Make love with me..." You panted, eyes pleading for the high only he could give you.  

Oikawa gazed down at your expression, his voice shaking from the pleasure. "Are you sure?" He didn't want to follow through with something you might regret, with something he could tell you had already regretted from the past with another boy. 

"Just do it." You moaned at the feeling of your region dripping from a mixture of your cum and his saliva. And at that moment, it was the first time you and Oikawa came together as one. 

"Tooru!" You cried softly, gasping in pain as his length penetrated your most sensitive spot. "Shit..." You cursed, squeezing his biceps for support as he slid deep into your throbbing cunt. 

Through desperation of a high, you pulled him closer, desperate to hold onto something to ease the pain of his gigantic shaft, burying your face into the crook of his neck. At your moans, Oikawa thrusted deeper, relishing in the sensation of your walls tightening around him. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath,  feeling on top of the world, feeling like he was in the dream he had always wanted to be in. 

"Y/N..." He whispered your name in a strained voice, the veins in his neck popping out. 

“Tooru…” Your breasts bounced up and down from his sensual movements, his ravishing desire  threatened to push you over the edge. Allowing yourself to be consumed by it, you could hardly feel him paw at your chest, tilting your head back as your body became limp. 

"Say my name again..."Oikawa groaned, his thrusts sliding deeper and his breath becoming heavier. "Nobody will hear you but me baby..." 

Oikawa shoved himself farther, and tears of pain and pleasure streamed down your face. You were so flustered that you couldn't seem to focus on anything except the sound of his skin slapping against yours, suddenly paranoid that his mother might hear. 

Praying that the door remained locked, you focused entirely on the moment you had been granted with your new boyfriend. All your fantasies were unfolding and you wanted to relish in them to their fullest extent. No more thinking about the past, he loved you the same, his consummation confirming as much. 

Oikawa slid out and back in, and with one swift motion you felt your body convulse. "Ah!" You gasped, nails digging into his bulging arms wildly. "Tooru... Fuck!" 

"Yeah..." Oikawa moaned, leaning down and resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Just like that baby..." He mumbled, the nickname sounding so dirty upon his lips. 

"Tooru...” you repeated his name as if it was a dream, as if he might leave you at any moment. “I love you…” You choked out between gasps, the pleasurable feeling building stronger and stronger below your abdomen. You couldn’t take the heat any longer, especially as he called you baby. “I’m gonna cum…” 

"Cum on me..." He groaned, knowing that it barely took anything to make you so weak and submissive to his touch. 

You moaned loudly, squeezing onto Oikawa with all your might as you released yourself onto his thick cock. "Oh my god..." You whined, the pressure finally fading away so you could catch your breath, despite your climax Oikawa refused to stop.

He wasn’t finished with you yet. 

"Fuck." He moaned, his forehead beating with sweat. "Keep moaning my name, I'll make you cum again." 

"T-Tooru..." You drew him closer, bodies moving together in sync. 

Your face displayed the sexiest, most alluring expression he had ever seen. Oikawa was breathless as he pumped in and out of you. He grit his teeth as the indulgence became unbearable, your walls contracting all around him.  

Oikawa loved you... he was lost in your beauty. He wanted to marry you, he wanted you all for himself. Was this what love felt like? He could really get used to it...

"P-Please..!" Your moans snapped him back fully. You were scratching his skin, wanting to burst at the feeling he gave you. "Tooru..." You bit your lip, gripping his wrists as he reached forward to pinch your nipples. 

Your breath hitched and you locked eyes for the final moment, you felt him twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier. Your eyes widened, your back arching against the bed as you climaxed together. "Pull out!" You begged. 

You didn’t want the penetration to end, but Oikawa pulled out at the last possible second, moaning as he coated your breasts with his cum. 

"Fuck..." He drawled, watching your chest rise and fall slowly. 

After finishing himself off, he collapsed on the bed right next to you, eyes closed, but a faint smile on your face. 

He leaned over to kiss you gently. You were trembling, but kissed him back just as passionately as the first. "That was amazing..." 

Oikawa exhaled in agreement, wishing this moment would never end. He almost forgot about everything that had happened. He really was lost in you. 

"Will you help me? It's dripping..." You whispered, wiping the liquid off your breasts with a tissue. Oikawa immediately shot up from the bed to hold you, cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry..." He muttered, refusing to look you in the eyes as he wiped himself off of you. 

"It's okay..." You  giggled, kissing his cheek. "I loved it." 

Loved. Oikawa’s heart began to beat faster, at this rate he could go for a second round. 

You glanced at your clothes scattered around the room. "Was it supposed to be that good? I never imagined sex could be that good..."

"So I'm that great huh?" Oikawa teased, slipping his hands around your waist and dragging you back onto his lap. The repeated skin on skin contact caused your heart to flutter once again. 

"The best I've ever had." You raised your eyebrows, scrunching your nose in response to the lighthearted chuckle that left his lips.  

"But in all seriousness." He touched your face lovingly, and you instinctively leaned into the touch, grinning at him with flustered cheeks. "I think it's because we are made for each other." 

Your eyes glistened with faint tears at the confession, a confession that would never be topped by another, that would resonate with your heart and soul for the rest of your life. Oikawa, your first and your last love. 

"Me too."

After a couple more minutes of lazy kisses and playful wrestling, Oikawa slipped back into his clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Eyes trailing his stalking frame, you smiled. 

Oikawa was finally yours, the one thing your heart had been craving your years. Now, the split through your heart was starting to mend. His touch alone, romantic or friendly, was enough. 

Your boyfriend came back into the room, laughing. “You might want to fix your hair before we have dinner with my mom.” 

Immediately flustered, you finished changing back into your outfit, straightening out any possible wrinkle that could indicate the passion that had just unfolded. You brushed through your hair with your fingers and applied some chapstick. All the while, Oikawa watched you from a distance, admiring the thought you put into your appearance for his family whether it was out of embarrassment or not. 

You had always cared about him. 

“You look great, there’s no need to worry.” Oikawa took hold of your hands, pulling you into his chest so he could envelop you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Thank you…” You chuckled, squeezing him even tighter in response. “It feels good to finally admit how much I love you.” 

Surely there would be moments where you would reflect on the past, yet, the turmoil was no longer at the forefront of your mind. 

Your previous suffering was all worth it in the end now that you had found your happiness. A happiness that you knew would last a lifetime. 

“Me too, Y/N.” 

You had made it. 

“Hi, Haru.” Your voice seemed loud as it contrasted against the silence of the graveyard. It was a chilly evening, yet Oikawa’s warmth enveloped your senses. You had never come to your brother’s grave with another. It never felt right to have someone intrude on the brief moments you would come to visit, where you would update him in hopes that he was watching your life unfold from above. Haru had been taken from the world far too soon, and now you were finally starting to come to terms with his passing, almost three years later. 

Staring at his headstone would never not break your heart in two. No matter how hard you tried, you would never forget his youthful face, a face that never held animosity towards anything. It wasn’t fair, it would never be fair. 

No child should die before their parents. 

But now you had Oikawa by your side, the thought of talking over your younger brother’s corpse was bearable. Oikawa insisted that he help carry your burden, washing away your regrets and instead encouraging you to think of the future Haru would have wished for. 

“You remember Tooru, don’t you?” You chuckled. “He misses you too.” 

Oikawa stood next to you, grasping your hand for support. He really didn’t want to watch you cry, yet he realized it might happen. Over the years he had only watched you cry a handful of times, you were normally so strong. 

“Haru,” You started, feeling Oikawa’s thumb over the ring on your finger. You smiled, using your free hand to wipe the tears gathering at your eyelids. “Tooru and I are getting married next month.” 

“I hope you approve.” Oikawa whispered, releasing your hand with a saddening smile. 

“Of course he does.” You managed to laugh. “I mean…He better. You always let him play with you and your friends.” 

Oikawa stepped forward and knelt to set a bouquet of flowers against the headstone. “I wish you could be here, kid.” 

Your fiance came back to your side and kissed your cheek. The hope that Haru was watching over you and Oikawa was enough to give you the courage to move forward. Another gust of wind rustled the trees above you, and through the commotion, came a bird to perch against Haru’s headstone. 

Your fiance grasped your hand once more and pulled you away from the grave. “I love you, and so does Haru.”

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[path-of-fire]

Dear Author, since everyone has sending this sweet fluff ask (and great job writing them down, I LOVE EVERY BITS OF IT) can we get Eamon and Cedric's mom reaction (I forgot her name, IM SORRY) to Child!MC that slowly open up to Cedric by building pillow fort together? :D

“You know, they’ve been up there for quite some time,” Amara observes, her gaze staring upwards towards the ceiling. “I haven’t heard anything either, and normally Cedric is quite loud.”

Eamon, who had been leaning against the counter, moved to stand beside Amara. His dual colored gaze leveled with the ceiling as well. His keen ears trying to pick up any sound that could tell them what was going on. Hearing nothing, besides the beating of two small hearts, only seemed to elevate his fear. Glancing at Amara he could see the clear worry in gaze. Not for what Aurelia could be doing to Cedric nor of what Cedric could be doing to her, but rather what they could be up to together.

Moving in perfect sync with one another, as parents of two young children normally are, they head towards the stairs. Making sure to scale them quietly as to not startle the silence of the house. They don’t know why that mattered to them, but something was telling them that the silence was important. And that breaking it would cause problems.

Eamon followed Amara’s slim frame through the hallways. His entire body concentrated on what was around him. His eyes trying to pick out anything that was amiss. While his nose sniffed the air for any unfamiliar smells, though all he smelt was the familiar scent of mint and pine. A common occurrence when around Cedric.

Finally the two adults reach the boy’s room, and Amara gently pushes the door open. Her movements slow and precise as to not startle the occupants of the room. Eamon following quickly after her, and what they both saw caused smiles to appear on their faces.

A crudely made fort was situated in the middle of Cedric’s room. Pillows and blankets acting as the walls while the various objects in his room acted as its foundation. The front of the fort was open so the two adults could clearly see the slumbering forms of the children.

Cedric had one of his arms wrapped tightly around Aurelia. Seemingly out of habit to protect who was ever closest to him. His blonde hair, tousled by sleep, fell slightly in his eyes. While his mouth hung slightly open and slight snores escaped. Eamon moves his gaze down to the other form in the fort. His eyes softening with love as he sees her peacefully sleeping form. Her long silver hair was like a halo around her head as she slept. Her small fists clutching the blanket that was wrapped around them tightly.

Turning to Amara, Eamon makes a small gesture with his head towards the door. Immediately understanding they quietly leave the room. Their smiles never leaving their faces as they went. Only looking back once to memorize the sight before them. Wanting to always remember the moment.

For it’ll forever be treasured.

[retvenkos]

Congratulations! Can i please have a 🔥 for Enola Holmes , the Maze runner and Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus ship? Im a girl (17 years old) , bisexual , ENFP and a Gryffindor .I absolutely adore baking/cooking, skateboarding , photography and all kinds of art ( painting, theatre , music etc.).Im also into astrology and love reading about conspiracy theories and urban legends.🍪

I’m an extrovert with a pretty loud laugh , I love going to parties and telling jokes.Im also really protective of my friends and a loyal person ( the mom friend). I always stand by what i believe is right and defend anyone who needs it. Some of the things i dislike are coca cola , chihuahuas and close minded people. Hope thats enough , thank you in advance!🍪

Enola Holmes:

I ship you with Enola Holmes!

first of all, enfp’s are very independent, so you definitely need someone who will give you room to do your own thing while also being supportive and if that isn’t enola, then what is?

she 100% believes in autonomy while also being fairly practical - something that is needed if the two of you are going to be together.

i feel like you have so many interests and are pulled in so many directions, you need someone who can keep up with you as well as catch your eye - and enola holmes has so much going on at all times, it will always be a romp, hanging out with her.

furthermore, enola has probably dabbled in the majority of your interests, so she will either do them with you, try them out, or just watch you (because let’s be real here - enola on a skateboard in a modern au? a disaster waiting to happen). 

i believe wholeheartedly that enola loves your conspiracy theories and urban legends, and who knows? maybe the two of you will set out to prove some of them. sherlock will say the two of you are wasting your time because he doesn’t believe in stuff like that, and while enola may not believe in all of them, she would still listen to you ramble.

enola loves the fire in you - the way you stand up for what you believe in and your utter enthusiasm for life. she’s constantly surrounded by her brothers who are pretty jaded, and she often needs someone to remind her that the future is up to her - that this world can be whatever she makes of it.

enola definitely appreciates your art - she’s probably terrible at it herself, seeing as she doesn’t have much patience - but she loves to look at yours and listen to you ramble about it

and while you both lack a some practicality when it comes to daily struggles like upkeep or what have you, you both work on it together, and it’s something the both of you will remind the other in passing

enola has taken to writing on sticky notes to remember to do things, and you give each other arbitrary rewards for having done those basic tasks.

or, maybe you will do some baking if enola consistently does the dishes and she will buy you film for your camera if you manage to get all the laundry done for the week.

you both are very passionate people, so i imagine there’s always a bit of chaos, but you are both very extroverted, fun-loving people, so it’s never obnoxious (to the two of you, anyway)

i imagine the two of you end up doing a lot of active things - like going on walks or going to strip malls and window shopping. you just like to do things that keep you in forward motion or do things that seem new and exciting.

TMR:

I ship you with Minho!

first of all, both of you are energetic, passionate people. both of you are constantly doing something, searching for a way out of the maze or a way to live just a bit better. the two of you would never give up on finding a way out, and no doubt that means the two of you end up convincing others not to give up, too.

and you both are willing to stand up for what you know is right, or for those people you believe in! you probably both end up advocating for the same person on occasion, and maybe that’s what first makes you both notice the other.

and at the little parties that the gladers have, you and minho are always in the thick of things, laughing and making jokes. it’s a way that the two of you are able to destress and pretend like things are normal.

on a few nights when you can’t sleep, you go out to look at the sky and think about what all of this means - the maze, the grievers, and everything else. you’re mind can go into overdrive, considering all of the different possibilities, but it feels good to have answers, even if they are fabricated.

one night, minho can’t sleep either, and he finds you. the two of you talk late into the night, about everything and everything, and the two of you swap conspiracies and talk about the few memories you have and what they could mean. mostly, both of you just remember fear.

and when you get emotional and your mind starts to race, minho is able to bring you back from the edge. he has a steadiness to him that isn’t found in many other places, and it’s comforting.

and in a modern au, minho would love to skateboard. he’s still a runner, mostly, but he’d go to skateparks with you and you would both be terrible at patching up scrapes and bruises, but you’d both have lots of fun

minho also probably has the best taste in music - he’s especially fond of the kind of music that just embodies teen angst - so the two of you would swap music all the time

ngl, minho probably dislikes chihuahua’s too... yappy dogs aren’t his style.

getting minho into the arts would be a laugh - he’d probably be most keen to photography - but he’d listen to you while you ramble about your art. he wouldn’t understand it, but he’d love that you love it.

i feel like your relationship would be high energy all the time, but you’d get deep talks in between your shenanigans - minho probably isn’t into opening up, so it’s a process.

PJO/HOO:

I ship you with Percy Jackson!

admittedly, i don’t remember much about pjo, so this might be a little rough.

i think percy needs someone with energy - someone who can keep up with him and his killer quests and manage to have fun of them

and we all know that percy is a skater boi so....

when percy learns that you bake and cook! he’s going to make some good food with you, teaching you the art that is blue food. it’s very sweet and the two of you are definitely messy bakers, but it’s more about the experience than the actual food, right?

i also feel like percy would appreciate your painting and photography! i feel like percy has these really emo moments™ that will hit him out of nowhere, and he’d probably experience a lot of those when looking at art. he just has time to look within himself, y’know?

he’d get all the feels from your work and would assure you that even though he’s crying, it’s really good! 

and something i think is important to your relationship is that you can get percy to relax. this man deserves a break, so the fact that you are able to get him to take some quiet, calm moments means everything. furthermore, you’re so observant! you can tell when the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, and you are able to swoop in and give him a well deserved break.

you’re just like “let. percy. REST.” or that meme where it’s like *person a gets a papercut* person b: gods, hasn’t he been through enough?

and both of you are so loyal, i can just see your relationship working really well. percy deserves a protective significant other, and i 100% believe you could fill those shoes.

also, the fact that camp half-blood is probably the biggest conspiracy theory the world could ever fathom makes your interest in conspiracies all the more funny - you and percy both are trying to constantly prove theories because if chb exists, imagine how many others are real! and annabeth is sobbing because she just wants one (1) day without your shenanigans. 

also, ummm, percy is a slytherin and a slytherin x gryffindor relationship has so much potential for teasing and prank wars don’t @ me

take part in my 2.5k celebration

[yandere-society]

can i request y/n, having escaped either yandere hoseok or jungkook years later, living her new life with her new bf/husband (one of the members heh), when hoseok/jungkook barges in- while her new man is home.

This Side of Paradise

Admin/Writer; Chinkbihh

Trigger Warnings; blood, murder, slight gore, mention of brainwashing, if children in yandere makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read, also trash writing so that’s fun

Words;1.2k

“Determination becomes obsession and then it becomes all that matters.”

Hoseok always considered himself to be a clean person.  

Or, at the very least, someone who partook in acts that would require the least amount of pick up.  

But in this case...a mess somewhat came with the territory.  

Still, Hoseok supposed he could’ve done the deed a bit more elegantly than what he had.  He had no one to blame but himself for this mess.

Blood was splattered everywhere, painting the once pirstine and white tiled kitchen as a crimson mayhem.  The owner of said blood laid face down on the floor, lifeless with a knife sticking out the neck that continued to ooze out blood.

Hoseok ‘tsked’ and moved over to the sink to wash off any leftover stains on his hands.  Stepping over the corpse in the process, the new murderer muttered, “Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming.”  

In fact, this husband of yours almost deserved it.  

He stole you from Hoseok.  An act that was unforgivable by any realms of truth.  Then the fucker was dumb enough to take a stranger in who claimed to be an old friend of yours.  

Friend.

Hoseok laughed out loud at that.

How absurd...

He was more than a friend.  A fucking friend didn’t describe an ounce of what soul bound there was between you and Hoseok.  It was meant to be. Something that wasn’t up for debate. A fact that should just be accepted by everyone around the two of you.  

Hoseok frowned once more as he recalled that your husband had let him in without question, even offering him a drink before Hoseok attacked from the back.  

So you hadn’t told your ‘hubby’ about your highschool boyfriend?  

Hoseok suspected that if you had told him about Hoseok then the guy wouldn’t have been so keen to let him in. In the past, you did have a tendency to tell other classmates that Hoseok was ‘obsessed’ and a ‘stalker’.  He didn’t hold it against you though, he rather liked the cat and mouse game that you two had. And that fact that you didn’t warn your husband only aided the theory that Hoseok had been suspecting all along;

You knew he would come back.  You were just waiting for him like the good girl you were.  

As Hoseok took a dish rag and dried his ruby-stained hands, he began to walk around the small house in inspection of your new life.  

It wasn’t a grand house with elaborate decor, instead it was humble and cute.  Your preference of simple interior design was spotted all around. The home was utterly normal, a traditional ‘stater home’ for a family of three.  As it should remain that way.

Three.  

All that will change is the husband.  But that was easy to do, like replacing an actor with an eager understudy.  Hoseok was all too willing to sweep in and take the responsibility of a father and a husband.  

He supposed he should start getting to know his new son.  

From the family portraits hung on the wall (Hoseok cringed and made a mental note to make his family get new ones now that he was here) he could gather that your son was very young, most likely between the ages two and five.  The youngster had your eyes and hair, but there was no denying that the overall facial structure belonged to his dad and his dad alone. Yet there was enough of your features for Hoseok to find himself gazing fondly at the boy, this could’ve been very different if he was a direct copy of his biological father.  

Hoseok wanted kids of his own the resembled him, one day.  But there was always time to have some more children, he was certain that your son would love a younger sibling.

‘Seokjin sure was a lucky guy.’ Hoseok thought to himself.  And it was true, this ‘Jin’ fella had everything Hoseok had ever wanted.  The most perfect woman to call his wife and a child that was evidence of the love they held for each other.  But like they say... ‘all good things must come to an end.’

What they also say is, ‘dress for the job you want, not the job you have.’

This is why Hoseok decided to take matters into his own hands and get everything prepared for his little ducklings.  

He went into the master bedroom and sifted through the closet for a different set of clothes, something not tainted with blood stains.  Jin was a bit more broad than him, but Hoseok paid it no mind and happily changed into his clothes. The man had a safe wardrobe, Hoseok observed with amusement, but that was to be expected of a family man.  

Next, Hoseok returned to the bloody scene of the kitchen and began to drag the body out into the backyard garden.  It wasn’t elaborate by any means, the main goal was just to get the body out of the house. It was a temporary fix as he figured he can keep you and the child away from the body for at least a few days before he would be forced to drop it into a ditch a few towns over.  

This was considerably proven when Hoseok stepped back into the house to catch the sound of a large school bus rolling by, the laughter and squeals of children filling the empty air and echoing back within the small homes’ walls.

Grinning, Hoseok practically skipped to the front of the house to rip open the front door and watch his son arrive from school.  

Already a proud father, Hoseok awaited the boy.

--

As you pulled up to the the familiar drive way of your home, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the living room window that glowed with life.

So Jin was up.  He just hadn’t been answering your texts.  

When you had texted him (about two hours prior) about making dinner tonight, you had just assumed that he was being an ass and didn’t want to cook.  Why else wouldn’t he text back? Thus, the steaming bag of take out that sat beside you in your car.

You really hated having to resort to junk food to feed your family, but you were just so busy and had to work within your sons’ bed time.  Besides, your son had a healthy diet. You and Jin always made homemade meals for him. What harm can some occasional chinese take out do to him?  

You got out of your car and grabbed the food, prepared to walk in and nag Jin’s ear off about his failure to communicate with you.  

Except when you entered the house, a sight was waiting for you, making you shut your mouth just as quickly as you had opened it.

A bloodcurdling sight that had the bag of take out falling from your now limp and clammy hands.  

“H-Hoseok?”

The man was sat with your son on the floor, smiling and talking gently to the boy as they played with blocks to build miniature buildings.  God knows how long he had been left alone with your child.

Your son turned to face you, baby face morphed into an expressive smile that pulled back his doughy soft cheeks as he whimsically called out, “Mommy, you’re home!  Why didn’t you tell me I had another dad? He’s much better than the old one.” 

(Okay so like Im sorry this was bad and short but my brain is literally fried due to the most intense exam of my life.  i’m sorry...also why was it so hard to find cute hoseok gifs? Idk I liked the gif but like it didn’t scream yandere ya know? This is chinkbihh….signing out I guess....)

[kittywhitmore]

hello ! i’m hannah and i’m so excited to be here. this is the first of my intros for my two characters and below the cut you’ll find a ton of info on maisie lidell, love of my life. i prefer messaging people on disc*rd because i’m so trash at keeping track of tumblr ims so if you want to message me there you can find me at  “  this is not It my guy#1455  ”

things become most interesting in maisie’s life when she’s fourteen. though her childhood was happy, albeit a little lonely for an only child, fourteen is when her dad opens a comic book shop in an old mechanic’s garage in town and names it, on his daughter’s advice, infinite realities. 

this is the place where she learns to be social, where she learns her most impressive life skills, where she finds all of her favorite hobbies. she becomes a master of board games and by the time she’s nineteen maisie can beat most who challenge her in games like settlers of catan, risk, and four player chess. these games were largely about resource management, political machinations, and keeping an eye on all players on the board. though she makes most decisions with imperfect information, like all people do, she has a talent for seeing as many perspectives as possible and guessing at those she might not fully know. 

high school came easily to someone like her. she had a keen mind, a penchant for catching onto the smallest threads and unraveling larger concepts. though she wasn’t necessarily the most social, she wasn’t lacking in outlets and served on both the student paper and their theater department.

when she was a member of their theater department, she found a love for the stage that she didn’t particularly expect. though she was social in her father’s bookstore, this was where she decided for sure that she would be comfortable on television as a meteorologist, a change from what she had previously wanted to do, which was only work with the radar and numbers and not have her face shown if she could have avoided it. her love for theater that was fostered here has continued on to college, as did her enjoyment of being on the student newspaper. 

college seems to be the last in her metamorphosis into a more confident being. there’s something charming about how honest she is, how she tries to say the things on her mind, and doesn’t particularly mind how people look at her. she is loud, she takes up space, and she is proud of the person that she’s become. she tends not to apologize for who she is. 

maisie declared her major as applied mathematics in the middle of her second semester. though she knew that she always wanted to pursue it, she wanted to dabble in more humanities classes before she decided that would be the thing she wanted. officially, before the world went to hell, she was an applied mathematics major with a double minor in religion and history. 

after the storm, most of maisie’s personal relationships were put on the backburner while she tried to organize the students and evaluate where their supplies were at. funny enough, that penchant for board games came in handy and her skills at resource management were more sharply refined than one might have expected. 

when she steps up to the plate, she does it with the understanding that this was not the thing that would make her the most friends but she wanted to do everything she could to keep the chaos contained and the people around her safe. the guilt from sitting idly by would have consumed her, as it consumes her now that she’s been ousted. 

though she holds grudges, she doesn’t make it known just how upset she is at being ousted. sure her policies weren’t the most freedom-embracing, but everyone had enough food and plenty of water and a bed to lay in at night. though she appreciates having her own room again, she does all that she can to conserve power in the house she’s living in. things are on the verge of chaos once more and she doesn’t know if she can save the students of halloway a second time. 

— basic

name: margot alexis “maisie” lidell.

age: twenty two.

place of birth: orlando, florida.

gender identity: cis female.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: pansexual.

— physical information

height: 5′2.

weight: 128 lbs.

hair color: blonde.

eye color: green.

skin tone: pale with pink undertones.

build: she carries most of her weight in her thighs, hips, butt, and stomach. her figure leans more towards a pear shape. 

distinguishing marks: maisie has chicken pox scars on her forehead that she usually covers with her makeup, though she’s embracing them as much as she can.

dominant hand: left hand.

scent: she smells like honeysuckle and the smell of earth meets water. she is all florals and warmth and reminders of home.

allergies: mild allergy to strawberries.

— personality + other

religion: agnostic.

phobias: dying alone, leaving no impact on the world / being forgotten by history, and lives lost because of her mistake.

habits ( top five, alphabetical ): drumming fingers, interrupting, licking her lips, snacking between meals, and tucking hair behind her ears.

flaws ( top five, alphabetical ): ambitious, hypercritical, pushy, reticent, and stubborn.

strengths ( top five, alphabetical ): observant, persuasive, practical, respectful, and tactful.

moral alignment: lawful good, especially in accordance with the policies that she set forth once she’d come into the position of leadership.

western zodiac: cancer.

chinese zodiac: ox.

primal sign: black bear.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

ilvermorny house: pukwudgie.

tarot card: the high priestess.