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vodika-vibes · 11 months ago

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I loved stormy days 😍😍😍 it was so good and hot and I think it worked extremely well with stopping before the actual smut happens!

however, you’ve put the idea of full fledged Kom‘rk smut in my head and I‘m thirsty for this boi so I wanted to ask you for some Kom‘rk smut 🫣

and I wish you a very happy, healthy and overall great new year while I’m at it 🎆🎊🎈💕

A Lacey Surprise

Summary: You decide to surprise Kom'rk.

Pairing: Kom'rk Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1630

Warnings: Smut, Reader is described as having hair long enough to hold and looking washed out in cerulean blue (google says the coral looks good on all skin tones though).

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I feel like I switched POV here towards the end, but maybe I didn't. Also, the smut doesn't feel very smutty to me, but I think I spent too much time thinking about it.

You eye the thin material of the lingerie critically. It has to be perfect, not because Kom’rk is a perfectionist, but because you have plans and you’re going to be very cross if there’s something wrong with the lingerie that ruins said plans.

Of course those plans involve you driving Kom’rk insane, and him fucking you until you can’t walk in the morning, but that’s not the point.

The point is that if anything about the clothes isn’t right then it’ll throw off the whole vibe you’re going for, and that’s not allowed.

You pick up the skimpy material and run your fingers over the fine lace. And then you heave out a sigh of relief as you confirm that it is still in the same condition that you bought it in. You hazard a glance at your chrono, and take note of the time.

Kom’rk still has a few hours before he’ll be done for the day. Which gives you time enough to put the rest of your plan in motion.

That plan being a long shower with lotions and exfoliating pads and skin and hair masks. You flicker your gaze over the dozens of bottles that you bought for today specifically and you sigh, he has better appreciate this. Or you’re going to cry.

You start the shower, not too hot but not too cold, and toss your shower melt into the corner, allowing the room to fill with the soothing scent of flowers. If you have to spend the next hour or so in the shower, you’re going to at least try to enjoy it.

One hour later, you’re all washed and cleaned and exfoliated and lotioned. And you carefully dry and style your hair in the way that Kom’rk likes (he prefers it when you keep it loose so he can tangle his fingers in it). And only once you’re sure that you’re totally dry do you pull on your new lingerie set.

A perfect fit, just like you knew it would be. It’s a shame that Kom’rk’s blue leaves you looking washed out, else you would have purchased a set in that color. Still, you have to hand it to the saleswoman who helped you find a set you liked.

You look amazing in the coral colored set that she picked out for you.

You twist this way and that, just making sure that nothing looks out of place, and once you’re sure that nothing looks wrong, you fish around your jewelry box for the simple pendant that Kom’rk gave you when you first started dating, and you hang it around your neck.

Finally happy with your appearance, you glance at the chrono again, and do some quick math. Assuming that Kom’rk comes home from work, rather than spending some time with his brothers, he should be home in half an hour.

So you pull your new robe on and tie it securely around your waist, and finally leave the bathroom. You grab your comm off the bed and check for any new messages, and then you head into the main part of your home.

Once you’re in the kitchen, you pour yourself a glass of lemonade and hop up on a stool to sip at your drink and play a game on your datapad while you wait for Kom’rk to come home.

45 minutes later, when you’re considering a second glass of lemonade, you hear the front door slide open. Familiar footsteps enter the house, and the door slides shut, and you listen as Kom’rk stops in the front hallway to strip off his armor.

You turn on the stool to greet him as you listen to him quietly walk down the hall leading to the front door to the kitchen. And you grin when he enters the room, and stops.

His dark gaze immediately drags down your body, and he releases a slow breath, “Well now,” Kom’rk murmurs, “Aren’t you as pretty as a picture?” He drops his bag on the floor just outside the kitchen and walks over to you, a small grin playing on his lips.

“Welcome home,” You chirp, as you slide to your feet.

“This is quite a welcome,” Kom’rk agrees as he settles his hands on your hips, “I don’t think I’ve seen this robe before.”

“It’s new,” You reply as you lean against him, “Do you like it?”

“This color looks amazing on you,” He replies, as he leans in, and ghosts his lips against your temple, onto to lean down a little more and press his face into your neck, inhaling deeply, “Did you buy a new body wash?” He mumbles.

“Lotion, actually.” You correct as you wrap your arms around him, “The bottle says ‘designed to drive him wild’. So, how’s that working?”

Kom’rk groans and presses a feather light kiss just under your ear, “You smell amazing,” He says, “So I’d say it’s working.”

You laugh softly and lightly comb your fingers through his hair, “Well, I’m glad you approve.”

“So much,” He finally pulls away enough to look at you, “This is quite the welcome home, cyare.”

You grin at him and lightly trail your fingers down his cheek, “I have plans, love.”

Desire flares in his eyes, “Tell me?”

“Mm, I’d rather just show you.” You take his hands and lightly tug him towards the bedroom, and he follows you obediently, his hungry gaze locked on your face.

Once you’re in the room, you lightly move his hands to the belt of your robe, and stand on your toes to catch his lips in a kiss. Kom’rk tugs on the belt, and pushes your robe off your shoulders without breaking the increasingly heated kiss.

His calloused hands trail over your shoulders and down your arms, and he finally breaks the kiss, “Kriff, you’re so soft-” And then he opens his eyes to look down at you and he stops mid-sentence.

Kom’rk stares at you, his jaw slack, for long enough that you giggle. His fingers trail across the fine lace covering your from his eyes, and he seems, legitimately, speechless.

“I thought I’d try something new. Do you like it?”

“Holy shit, cyare.” He breathes out.

“Oh, good~” You say through a giggle.

And then Kom’rk is moving, his hands wandering across your body, dipping under the lace with a frantic energy that you hoped to wake in him. “How do I-?” He mumbles, “I need this off or I’m going to ruin it-”

You grin at him, and press your lips to his jaw, “I can always buy another one.”

Kom’rk’s fingers still just under your breasts, and he releases a curse in mando’a. He grabs the fine material and he pulls it away from you, the thin cloth tearing away from your body.

He tosses the remains of the cloth to the floor, and then he lifts you and tosses you on the bed, pulling a delighted giggle from your lips. Kom’rk doesn’t remain separated from you for long, swiftly peeling his blacks off, and tossing them to the side before climbing back over you and crashing his lips against yours.

“Lift your lips, cyare,” He mumbles against you as he slides his fingers under the band of your panties, and the moment you obey his breathless request, he slides the material down your legs and tosses them to the side.

Kom’rk pulls away for a moment and stares down at you, something warm and soft on his face, “I love you so much,” He breathes out, his fingers brushing against your cheek and then trailing down to the pendant hanging around your neck.

You smile up at him, “I love you too,”

Kom’rk leans down and catches your lips in a deep kiss. And then he slowly drags his lips down your throat, between your breasts, across your stomach and hips, and he settles himself between your legs.

“You don’t have to-” You start to say.

And he shushes you with a lazy swipe of his tongue through your folds, “This is one of my favorite things.” Kom’rk replies, his gaze serious as he looks up at you, “Love making you fall apart on my tongue. Could stay here for hours-”

“Today’s supposed to be about you thoug-oh!” You gasp as his tongue flicks your clit, and your words die in your throat.

Kom’rk chuckles against you, but he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to focus on bringing you to your high as fast as possible. And, after dating for so long, he can get you to fall over the edge startlingly quickly.

He eases a single finger inside you, and starts a shallow thrusting motion, slowing the movement of his tongue so that both are moving in unison. And he’s rewarded for his actions with a gasping cry of his name as you writhe under him.

And while Kom’rk could hold you still, he thinks that there’s something beautiful about the way you writhe under him, because of him. And when he eases you over the edge of your orgasm, he can’t help but pull back and just watch you as you tremble under him.

To him, you’re resplendent.

He eases his fingers out of you and surges up to catch your lips in a deep kiss, even as you’re still recovering from your orgasm. “Gonna make you feel so good, cyare.” He murmurs against your lips, “Going to ruin you for other men-”

You blink at him through hazy eyes, “Please.”

Kom’rk grins at you, “You ask so nicely,” He coos, pressing a series of kisses against your face and jaw, “Tell me what you want, cyar’ika.”

“You,” You reply through a sigh, “Just you. Always you.”

His grin widens, “Well. Who am I to deny you?”

#star wars #tcw #kom'rk skirata x reader #kom'rk x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #x F!Reader fanfic #answered asks

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llau-ren-ti-a · 2 years ago

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Bad Batch Headcanons - Skin Conditions

I’ve had this on my mind for way too long now and I NEED to write it down.

For context: I think that their mutations and “enhancements” had some side effects and actually made them more sensitive or gave them some other issues, this is one of many. Maybe Regs have to deal with this too, but I’m running with the Bad Batch for now.

TW: skin conditions, acne, eczema, a little blood? self-harm and injury

Hunter

first of all - he has like the most sensitive skin ever

I’m talking unscented, only natural ingredients, ph-neutral, everything you can imagine

soap made from ash, lime and oil, like, really specific and gentle shit

but on the other hand worst mixed skin ever, goes from crazy oily to dryer than Tatooine at least once a week

he’s either looking like a glazed donut or a shedding lizard

he’d straight up put cooking oil on his face bc “oil is good for dry skin, right?

someone tell this man how to take care of himself istg

bandana hides his greasy roots

bandana may be tied in different styles to hide his dandruff

he‘s highkey insecure about it

he‘s shedding like a dog, his hair is everywhere

in the shower, on the bed sheets, in the food if he cooks

if he ever shaves, doesn’t matter where or how he’s getting the worst razor burn and ingrown hairs ever

he’s getting all the issues

also, a big candidate for body acne?

he gives me back acne vibes

doesn’t wash his bedsheets or towel nearly often enough

they actually all (accidentally?) share a towel and never wash it, I’m convinced

Tech

his skin is dry af like, eczema / neurodermitis / psoriasis dry

especially his hands and joints, like the inside of knees and elbows

and around his eyes, especially because of his goggles/glasses, but also in the corners

he researched everything but sometimes just can’t help it and almost scratches his skin off

Hunter makes him wear cotton gloves when he goes to bed

that’s why he never sleeps

Crosshair straight up ties his hands with bandages so he can’t scratch himself

also a very dry scalp / dandruff candidate

should spend all of his time moisturising

tinkering around the marauder and getting into contact with motor oils/hydraulic liquids/fuel only makes it so so so much worse

doesn't wear skin protection, especially not gloves because it 'inhabits his motor functions'

don't get me started on his nails and nailbeds, because I can see how inflamed and irritated the skin is

the skin also peels off

sweaty hands

has a lot of moles?

stresses about said moles

Wrecker

has the nicest skin ever

except for a big pore / blackhead here and there

usually around the nose or on his forehead

literally the guy who either doesn't use soap or uses the same bar of soap to wash everything

it works

healthy glow might be mistaken for oily skin but it's actually not

actually gets a sunburn often, especially on his head, but refuses to do anything about it

turns into a lobster on uv-light-intense missions

red skin, really tight and shiny

sometimes, if crosshair is feeling really mean he gives him a brotherly slap on the sunburnt shoulder

he gets mouth sores sometimes, like cold sores?

also very attractive to mosquitos? he sweats a lot

scratches his mosquito bites so there are little scars all over his body

really random but occasionally he gets like one big aggressive butt pimple and can't sit for a few days

is very vocal about said butt pimple

Crosshair

my beloved

he's also getting all the issues

had very bad acne as a cadet

especially around his chin and cheeks to the point he straight up refused to take off his helmet

now that he's done with puberty he has a bunch of acne scars left

still breaks out sometimes

very sensitive to water - he just washes his face like usual and suddenly breaks out because that particular planet's water is 'weird'

so much acne but dry af skin, it's hard to combat

skin picking as self harm

aggressive nail biter; not only the nails but the skin around it

he's actually one big hangnail

and his nailbeds and sides are always inflamed

toothpicks to stop him from picking his skin

or to try to stop him from smoking but this is not a mental health / addiction headcanon

I'm convinced he has the ugliest, driest old man elbows and knees, I just know that they look weird

Echo

technically a reg, I know

but his prosthetics sometimes don't sit right, so there's a lot of friction and a high risk of irritated skin, blisters and sores

he's so pale - not surprised at all if he gets sunburnt quickly

reminds everyone to use lotion / sunscreen

learned the hard way bc he listened to Fives

tries to keep everyone from making stupid mistakes

buir mode activated

Omega

baby

baby skin

for now

Echo attempts to keep her in check

gets one really bad sunburn and learns her lesson

can't move for 3 business days

also, not a skin condition but she spends 5 seconds in direct sunlight and is just covered in freckles

#bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch headcanons #the bad batch headcanons #bad batch hcs #the bad batch hcs #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb omega

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man-monsters-and-aliens · 1 year ago

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the aliens from the show are difficult, I have a reboot in my head but I'll separate them for hopefully a more digestible read I also haven't seen the show in a long time so my memory is blahhh

General Headcanons

Coverton gives me amphibious vibes, tho I do think those cheek "flaps" are like. gills or something, not exactly. his chrysalis rejuvenation molting whatever is ?? helps keep his skin squishy soft and get rid of skin disease. human equivalent of a "birthday" but he only does it every 6¾ (earth) years, he's also 180 so you do the math for his human age

"Coverton" is not his real name, that's a title, as is "Coverlord" for leader of the interstellar conquering empire

loves a good mocha, I also think he would like boba tea. idk I like to imagine the aliens just trying earth drinks, I'm gonna project more and say he doesn't like soda, or champagne but does appreciate wine. the lemonade he had from the pilot was meh, whatever

from what I understand Sta'abi doesn't have a home anymore? she's a survivor of some horrid giant beast's rampage. at some point she left her planet to join an interspecies group of warriors that travel the stars, which has some association to the Coverlord Empire. so her position under this council of warriors is.. a monster hunter

her favourite kind of food is from the sea, enjoys shellfish & cephalopods the most (because her usual hunt is on land, seafood is fancy). she likes to dance despite not being very elegant, but her priority is "the mission" which excludes "having fun" (tho her idea of fun is tag)

Sqweep's skin is like. dry slime. or putty texture. she is like a sterilised marshmallow if that makes any sense. smells like roasted walnuts or a burnt almond cookie

Reboot Headcanons

concept art I love better than the og + sketches of inspired slight redesign from my ig (and a drawing I forgor)

Coverton's legs are pretty weak compared to even the average of his species, Earth's atmosphere & gravity doesn't help either. so while he can stand, it's only for a brief time, it also fluctuates how long depending on the weather. he'd use his hoverchair or just put the spacesuit on, especially for going outdoors

‌can't stand saltwater, lousy swimmer, afraid of Earth's ocean & easily seasick

‌unlike show canon, his telekinesis is artificial & enhanced with technology

weighs like a bunch of grapes, flexible & hypermobile, near-sighted so he may wear contact lense

he carries out his rejuvenation cycle in a secure chamber, symptoms include excessive sliming ("sweat"), bubbling skin (boils), and flaking (desquamation is just the beginning). like the rest of his species, he was grown in a lab

I honestly have no idea if that's natural hair or a wig lmao

concept art where I'd just combine the best ones imo

Sqweep is a nickname! she gets it from the "eep" sounds she makes when excited or surprised

idk why I feel like she has a hundred or more siblings, not many are close to each other. perhaps several parents too, at least 5

like her parents and grandparents and great grandparents she's a super rich adult scientist that works as part of an interstellar organisation dedicated to protecting life harbouring star systems

a field researcher therefore planetary explorer, her job is to document & study life on Earth

likes romantic comedies, and loves all animals on Earth, but she's allergic to fur, which is devastating

since she does have a face and therefore is able to emote, I think the antenna colour coded light emoting is unnecessary. I'd like to find another place for it in relation to her but not her biology itself. she sparkles instead

pretty sure no bones (therefore no teeth), light as a cloud so a gust of wind could send her off like a tumbleweed, but I feel the density of her own body can regulate itself, depending on certain conditions? covered in fine fuzz, her nubby hands (tentacles?) hold things like itty bitty hooks

can't digest foods unless in the form of fluids, probably likes bland foods tbh. anything too flavorful would make her head explode

y'know maybe her species is. delicious. their "flesh" tastes like space mango, but cotton candy weight & texture 💀

some of the concepts I refer to for the most challenging and frustrating of the alien bunch, and today's look of her as I also went through & played with various designs

this version of Sta'abi is dropped on Earth to manage her "anger issues". her peers decided she needed to chill out, which is coincidentally the same day a vornicarn is brought into the world. as a hunter, she would've killed on sight, but after helping to capture it and being held captive by Area 5X herself, she starts to empathize with and eventually befriend the creature

Coverton eventually gets her to somewhat roam free in the facility and offers her a way off world but only if she helps him with his plans. he's not completely transparent about them and Sta'abi just wants to leave, she's already familiar with the empire he works for so there's some trust in his word

the males of her species have wings? is that canon? I feel like it's canon.. but in modern days they're just for show, can't fly but can glide and catch wind to hover, though only for so long as they're mostly small

none of these concept art belong to me btw if that wasn't obvious I just took them from the wiki

came from the only egg that survived the initial meteor crash & wasn't frozen to death, laid dormant and got covered in the antartic ice until global warming exposed it millions of years later (which scientists soon discover but let the monster agents investigate as they have alien consultants)

instead of Link's nose I really hammed up the alien parody for my own indulgence haha (blood cw; initial drawings + non-canon chest bursting)

steals coverton's chocolate either when he's not looking or right in his face, probably doesn't like baths, loves chin/neck scratches & belly rubs (only from Sta'abi)

smells with the tip of his tongue, bipedal & quadrupedal, not great at hearing

skin is scaly like a snake, full of muscle

can and will survive in all extreme environments except the desert? for heat & hydration reasons mayhaps as he can't withstand both at once

some of these may change with time and I'd love to read everyone else's hcs! or how you'd rewrite them perhaps :]

since you made it to the very end you're obligated to tell me your favourite alien 🫵

#monsters vs aliens #mva headcanons #mva series #mva show #coverton monsters vs aliens #sta'abi monsters vs aliens #sqweep monsters vs aliens #vornicarn #yeah safe draws stuff #yeah safe answers stuff #mva reboot #this is for you anon i had much to think and scratch my head about!!#sorry it took so long 😭

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swamp-gremlin · 7 months ago

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My Old Nick hc's, interpretation, analysis, and other odd bits PT.2

Part 1

I really did not expect to have this much to say about him but I'm also not surprised

Read the previous part because I'll be building off the first one here

Only TW is broken bones and lightish body horror but then again its just kinda bleak

Playing off the hc that Nick its literally just slowly rotting away, thats why i typically draw him with like frost bite wounds, and for a reason why his physical condition fluctuates every time i draw him is that his physical condition and power is directly related to how popular/ feared/ believed in (yes i am aware of the irony of having his power be tied to popularity considering that no-one besides me and like 2 other people give a shit about him, i think its funny)

I'll flesh the whole popularity=power thing later as per usual

Nick is physically very weak and frail and if it weren't for his magic coughing on him could probably kill him tbh

His bones are just disturbingly frail and I imagine as a bit of a twist on like the question of "how would Santa get in if you didn't have a chimney?" And I was like what if Nicks just broke his own bones to get into places, like horribly twisting and and breaking his body to get to you (Kinda played around with this idea in Kidnapping PSA, but would love to go harder with it in the future)

Nick is also severely underweight for his height of 7ft, and not for his own doing he just can't put on much weight. He hates how skinny and physically weak he is without magic.

His clothes work to make him look much larger and imposing than he is, like how prey a animals stance up to make themselves scarier to predators

He has an abnormally low body temperature, he is physically cold to the touch, he's very temperature sensitive and will pass out if it goes above 60°

You just know his skins dry as hell....

Imperceptibly shivers, very minor and you can't really see it if he's moving around but if he's just sitting down reading you can see it; he really hates it because it makes doing anything with very fine detail very hard

Cannot image Nick many- if any friends

and his ex-husband doesn't count, like he might have business partners but those aren't people you see outside of a meeting or a business dinner. Like the only person who really tolerates him like that is Merasmus.

There divorce was honestly pretty amicable, don't mean Nick doesn't regret it, because i don't think he's gonna find another person who tolerates him like that again

He's probably like super lonely but will never ever emit to that, but like with most things you can tell...

Nick does not shut the fuck up- like at all. He will have nothing to say, but he sure will just keep saying words.

Very much overshares like so often, you could just be taking his order at the register and he will be on about how much he misses his ex for like 30 minutes and you just have to awkwardly cut him off and ask if he wants ketchup or not

Oh speaking of ordering food, Nick totally heckles any poor waiter or cashier that have the misfortune of encountering him. He wants to speak to your manger right now.

He is just so inconceivably petty... The slightest disrespect to him and he's doing some ludicrous shit to you. Scuff his shoes? he's signing you up for the military. Spill your drink on him? He's ruining your credit score.

I image the lay out and construction of his mansion is just strange, a majority of it is under ground to avoid the arctic winds and prevent damage. But the internal lay out is this Winchester like maze, halls that lead to nothing, tall narrow stares into darkness, no windows, empty useless rooms that no-one has entered in over century- maybe even forgotten. I think even he gets lost some times, know one really knows why he just keeps building and adding on, but he keeps just doing it.

Someone smarter than me can probably write up some dissertation/ comparison about how Sarah Winchester kept building out of guilt and fear of the spirits of the people who where killed by her family's weapons.

He can play piano quite well but he just hasn't played in a while...

He has the vibe of that horribly toxic theater kid you knew from high-school who makes that time they got lead role in a play there whole personality

Gets super red in the face for like any reason, angry? red. embarrassed? red. Bashful? red. Drunk? red. its so funny and he probably gets so embarrassed about it

Im going to assume you read through this and the first part so thank you for reading my stupid ramblings, here have this as a reward.

-> Playlist

have some old silly doodles i don't think ive posted here

#art #doodle #sketch #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 fanart #tf2 old nick #old nick tf2

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kljlbn · 1 year ago

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This year's love item

Once a year, a plate of this year's love supplies, notice I said this year

1.Viicode Eye Cream 3.0. The whole cream is easy to push away. A little bit will cover the skin around the eye. It also has a subtle, nice smell. After applying, the skin around the eyes feels tender and firm. From 2.5 to 3.0, the eye circumference dry skin is much needed, and it is also suitable as an eye base. The effect of reducing eye wrinkles and bags is quite obvious. I use it once a week as an eye mask, a must for those who want to be lazy and have good eye skin.

2.epigeneva salamander water is the water I have used recently, and I like it better than the previously recommended Epigeneva essence water, which is used for thick seasonal changes and unstable skin. Salamander water does have a feeling of the bottom of the muscle seems to be white transparent my husband said I recently white I think recently did not use any whitening products should be the credit of this bottle of water, but also do not rule out his flattery he this person every day is mouth sweet coax me happy I often feel that because of him I should live for ten years!

3.Dior Perfect Gold Face Cream Rich. It's very moist and you can try it with anything. The texture is not very thick and the skin feeling is not rubbed and the face is soft and tender after using the mud. The antioxidant is very good. It doesn't dry out, it doesn't dull all day long. I thought the anti-aging will not work, but the firm feeling is also good and very full. When I use a bottle, I find that the skin condition is maintained very well. It is a product that is smooth and silent.

4.111Skin Black Diamond Eye Cream. Without a doubt, it is my favorite eye cream this year. I already have no feelings for 111skin mask, eye mask, essence and face cream. The only difference is that I did not buy this eye cream. Once I did not know what to buy, I entered this one. It's very moisturizing, light line effect is very good texture is not said on the Internet to push open or white I am paired with Revive glow eye essence. Very suitable for massage, the firm feeling is too touching no problem to enlarge the eyes, will certainly buy back!!

5. Deinte Youth Alchemy Cream and Essence Oil. The effect of this series is how good know how to understand the face cream this year with empty 5 bottles recommended many times not to say more. Essences I also really like Essences + creams and they are great for reducing wrinkles. The texture of the essence oil I took a video you can see is a very fluid water oil. I usually use a light, watery oil like this as a base because it absorbs so well. My use is water + oil + water + oil twice twice water twice oil face all day long water, bright and shiny feeling like a high gloss oil repair power is very good antioxidant is also very good face is white and white on the closed mouth beans also have some effect fans feedback that the pores are also very good shortcomings also compared with those special moisturizing oil Levi skin The moisture of this kind of water oil is not too good, so the dry skin will feel that it is not enough in winter. Another point is that its dropper is not a drop by drop, it will come out a lot when it is pressed, but the defects cannot hide the appeal to the brand to change it.

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aureatescars · 2 years ago

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When the day of leaving finally comes, Sasha finds himself oddly reluctant to go. Not because he particularly likes his current surroundings — in fact he cannot wait for a change of scenery — but here he has had routine, certainty. After the worst of the swelling went down and the wound healed over to a point of being considered little more than a prominent scar and tender skin he was assigned a rather strict schedule of therapy by his own wishes, both physical and psychological and the days began to blurr into hours upon hours of pushing himself to his limits to regain at least some function of his legs and moments of despair, realizing he would never walk again like he did before.

Both of these things were regarded with worry by his nurse and doctor, and both advised him on taking it slow, on not overexerting himself, for it could worsen his condition rather than further his recovery.

But because of it, or maybe despite it, he made more progress than anyone thought possible, given the severity of his injury and while Sasha knows he should be grateful for the fact he can keep himself upright at all, can even take a few steps on a good day, he cannot quite fight down the utter despair that grips him whenever even just getting dressed leaves him winded and aching.

He's heard the word miracle thrown about concerning the way his nerves knitted themselves back together well enough for him to feel anything below the spinal injury, which still sits much higher than one would think given that he retained feeling in his upper body and limbs without fail. (Although there was a rather embarrassing incident where he went through panic attack in the middle of the night after waking up to his left arm feeling numb after having slept on it for too long, thinking his condition to be worsening.)

Strangely, the doctors aren't entirely sure why his legs are so much worse off, but with everything in mind, especially that he could have died, it is a small price to pay that feeling in his legs remains muted at best... or so he is told. And while he thinks the doctor meant it in a reassuring way, it only deepened the pit in his stomach. He's lucky to be crippled in this way only, lucky to be able to move at all. It could be worse. So much worse. It's a surprise to anyone that he is capable of moving around on his own.

It doesn't change that every day feels like a new battle of its own, the outcome of which affected by his mood which seems to travel up and down a scale. Weirdly enough he is almost grateful for days were the aching is worse, since it makes him feel ...more of himself. Against all advice on the contrary he foregoes his medication on these days, grateful for anything beyond numbness in his legs after sometimes going days without any feeling at all.

How much he feels from the chest down is vastly dependant on how he is feeling on every given day, and sometimes, in his darkest hours, he almost wishes for the Plaga to return, for a true miracle to rid him of this aching or the numbness to make him whole again, dark and twisted as the thought may be.

He hasn't told anyone about this. Of course not, the doctors would think him insane and Leon—Well, who says that afterwards the next time he visits wouldn't entail him bringing his gun with him after all.

But then again, he is maybe the biggest surprise: Leon has been there throughout it all, the bad and the worse and while he wasn't there for the very worst of it —as Sasha managed to hide the panic attacks and his breakdowns so far — he has commented on Sasha looking like shit the next day each time without fail, and somehow, it always helps to lighten his mood.

Sasha cannot put into words how grateful he is for Leon's mere presence at the hospital, which has become a fixture nearly every day now. He hasn't quite found a means to thank him beyond giving him every dessert that comes with his meals just to see him smile and offer a dry comment in return, but he hopes that one day he will think of something.

Sasha craves these moments most of all. They adds a sense of normalcy to his fucked up life. They quieten his thoughts, chase away the aches of his body and his mind whenever he huffs out a laugh at one of Leon's oneliners—

—The nurse commenting on his solemn mood suddenly startles him from his thoughts and Sasha realizes he has been quiet for quite some time, the pen he is holding hovering over the last line to be signed before he can leave. He looks up at her and apologizes, and he knows her well enough by now to recognize the look of genuine concern on her face. However, before she can say anything else to him, or he can offer any reassurance in turn, the door opens and Sasha turns his head towards it, smiling when he finds Leon greeting him with a small wave of his hand before pushing in the wheelchair he agreed to pick up for him.

It hasn't quite occured to Sasha yet that he finds himself smiling more often at Leon than he does for any other reason and so he can't place the look the nurse gives him after he quickly signs off on the last of the papers before handing them back to her.

He does catch the slight upwards curl of her lips as if she knows something that he doesn't, but beyond a furrow of his brow there isn't much time to do anything before she wishes him all the best and then says her goodbyes to both of them.

Leon's words pull him from his confusion and he shifts to pull his legs over the edge of the bed with one hand curling into the fabric of his pants. He leans forward to grab his shoes from the floor to put them on, surpressing a grunt of discomfort as he straightens himself up again.

"More than you can imagine," he says and means it, even though seeing the wheelchair, his wheelchair, infront of him after he is done with his shoes still makes a lump form in his throat.

Until now it seems he has existed in a form of limbo, but now reality comes knocking at last. The rest of his life is ahead of him, uncertain and daunting.

He swallows thickly, then inhales and exhales slowly before reaching for the chair and pulling it up beside the bed more securely to be able to maneuver himself into it.

He's done so over and over with other wheelchairs issued by the hospital over the past weeks, but its immediately clear that this one was specifically made for him, fitting and accommodating him far better than any of the others could, taking some pressure off his injury by the way the seat is cushioned.

The sense of relief that comes next surprises him. And he finds himself thinking, that maybe doing this isn't as daunting after all.

He looks up at Leon and once again finds himself smiling. "Thank you," he says, as he has done many a time before and still it doesn't feel adequate in light of everything Leon has done for him. He wonders sometimes if his staying, his spending time with Sasha is motivated by guilt, but whatever the reason, and selfish as the thought may be, he hopes it lasts for a little while longer.

"Come on," he says and has to clear his throat to keep the waver out of his words. "I believe you still owe me a drink."

For a moment Sasha simply watches as Leon overcomes his initial surprise. His expression turning softer, his eyes rounding, making them look that much more blue. Hus lips slightly part as he blinks first at him, then down at the pudding and Sasha finds hinself smiling warmly, too when Leon, with a hint of what can only be described as childish glee, takes the first mouthful of the sweet dessert.

His fingers tingle where Leon briefly brushes them with his own. He's warm, he notes, and... Sasha is definitely not in the right mindset to consider any other menaing behind Leon's words, though he identifies his tone for something lighter, something playful making breathing around him finally that much easier as the initial awkwardness slowly fades. As such, the quip is one Sasha comments only with a scoff. "That is one way to put it."

He turns his attention to his food, picking up the other spoon to at least try and stomach some of it. It's not been easy to eat anything, this in a way is the most substantial of meals he has been offered for good reason, but given that they mean to make it so that they're able to discharge him, he figures it makes sense that the meals would change to reflect that, too.

Or so he thinks. He is no doctor after all.

He is about totane another spoonful of stew when Leon's offer has him pause and turn to face him again, this time with surprise pulling on his own features. "I'm not really in any condition to make it on my own. You'd likely have to haul me up there in a wheelchair, let alone help me with ... everything, really."

Speaking it out loud stings even more than he thought it would. The realization that he is at best to be considered helpless, useless even. "It would hardly be a vacation for you that way—" But Leon echoing his own words back at him, advises him to take what little comfort he can get and cling to it has him reconsider declining that offer after all. And setting aside the guilt about the burden it would put on Leon to take him along, Sasha finds he really wants to go out there again, away from everything else, from what his life was once supposed to be and the shattered remains of what it is now.

His eyes wander back to his food. He works his thumb and index finger along the metal of his spoon, thinking. " —But if you're up for dragging me along, then..." Sasha shrugs and gives Leon another smile, a little more hesitant this time. "...Then yes, I would like to come with you."

It's one, if not the, most spontaneous thing he has agreed to. He seldom does things on a whim but, hell, what does he have to loose at this point? Leon has already seen him at his worst and he offered to take him with, so...

He takes a look at the flyer after all then, and at the papers the nurse brought in. "They want me to sign these and then I'm good to go in a couple more days." He explains as he holds the stack of paper up, then the advertisement. "And they also recommended me commissioning a wheelchair at some point once the extend of my injury and the consequences of the injury are fully identified, but for now she said I could rent a wheelchair. It... will likely take some time still until I'm good to leave.

He tilts his head at Leon. "Do you think you'll be able to wait for that?"

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SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER 9100 WORDS LOONNGG Headcannons / fic

⚠️⚠️WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️SMUT SEX XXX🚦🛑

Shigaraki has a bitchy, toxic girlfriend who treats him like shit and doesn't love him. Shes also a prude at sex. Not letting him do anything he wants to. Only the occasional plain boring vanilla sex. He believes he can't find anyone better, that no one would want him, then you come along. The attraction is immediate. So he cheats on his horrible girlfriend with you. Now will you want a relationship with him. What will happen to his girlfriend. This isn't spaced how I'd like but it was the only way it would fit

Shigaraki's relationship had become stale, loveless, boring. Honestly he wasn't sure there was ever love in it to begin with. From the start he had blinders on, only seeing what he wanted to. Ignoring all the signs that it was just for show. That his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch. Despite knowing the truth he still stayed.

Looking back he knows the real reason he got together with her. Michelle, the very name brings a bitter taste to his mouth now. But at the start she showed him affection, which he had been deprived of for so long, all his life almost, and here was this girl flirting with him, touching him. A soft feminine caress was so nice. She gave him what he so desperately wanted, someone to call his. He was tired of being lonely so he played along, telling himself everything was fine, I have a girlfriend, trying to trick himself into believing it.

The first person who showed him the slightest amount of attention and he clung to it for dear life. He was blinded by a pretty face. He was just drawn to the thought of having someone, anyone. He was still a human being and companionship is a basic necessity. She wasn't bad to look at either. She was an above average looking girl and he knew he couldn't be picky, not with his looks. Shigaraki thought of himself as ugly. Hideous was more like it. A monster. His skin was dry, cracked and scarred. He was broken and flawed.

He never dreamed he would have a girl to call his. The chance of anyone wanting him was unlikely so when she came along offering a sweet smile, a soft touch, and of course sex, he latched onto it. Jumping at the chance of having a girlfriend. A warm, soft body laying next to him, in his bed, the very thought made his heart skip a beat. Shigaraki was a faithful man. He devoted himself to one person. Too bad she was only with him for what she could get out of it. In it just for clout.

Shigaraki was a very strong, feared villain already. He was the leader of the League of Villains. In command of the PLF. Everyone knew he was AFO's successor, on his way to becoming the next Villain King. Which meant money, authority, and power. She was his girlfriend and that got her respect, and since he came with money she was able to go shopping, all she had to do was touch him or have sex with him. So she played the role.

She would sling insults at him on a daily basis. Constantly reminding him of his scars and skin condition. Saying how uncomfortable it was to kiss him. It was only when she wanted something that she would allow him to indulge in sex, as if she was granting him a huge favor.

"You should be thankful you have a girlfriend" she would sneer. Looking at him with her lips curled up, like he was a piece of dirt on her shoe. Her words broke his heart.

"Why are you even with me if you think I'm so hideous" he would ask.

"You're lucky to have me, no one else would be with someone like you" was her cruel response.

She always tried to get him to put lotion on his scars, telling him "don't you want to look normal." His heart clenched every time he heard those hurtful words, knowing how she really felt, it was like a knife in his heart. He didn't need a reminder of his appearance, he was confronted with it every time he looked in the mirror. Hell he thought about it all the time, he hated himself more than anyone.

"It's a skin condition, lotion doesn't help" he would mumble in return, hanging his head, letting his hair obscure his features, like it would somehow erase them.

"Well keep them covered. I don't want to see them, you now that's why I close my eyes when we have sex" she bite out.

When they had sex she wouldn't ever look at him, she preferred to do doggie style or ride him that way she didn't have to see his face.

He was horny all the time so getting laid was a plus, even if it was only once in a while. After all if she wanted that new designer bag or to get those claws of hers done she would have to act like a real girlfriend and open her legs.

When it came to sex she was boring, only willing to do vanilla sex. Due to his large size she made him use a ton of lube and go very slow, complaining the whole time. "You're too big, not so fast" she would complain.

He wanted a fun eager girlfriend to moan his name, beg for his cock. Willing to indulge all his fantasies that he jerks off to so often, to hold them down, hear them cry and whimper. Letting him choke them as he drives his dick into them, say all the filthy things on his mind.

Swallow his cum instead of having to let it spray it on the floor like it was something filthy. To spill his seed on their face, or fill up their tight pussy. One time he had came on Michelle's stomach and she freaked out like it was the nastiest thing in the world, hurling and gagging as if it was killing her. The first time he tried to put his hand on her throat she freaked out. "Keep those freaky hands away from me, you could kill me," she would scold him.

He wanted nothing more than to pound into her, being in her warm cunt felt so fucking good. For Shigaraki controlling himself was such a struggle. He longed to be rough, to let go. He wanted to spank a girl till she couldn't sit for a week, for being bad and disobeying him. Choke her while he was balls deep in her sex. Dominate her so she knows her place. Make her open her mouth so he could spit in it and laugh as she gulps it down. Shove his length up her ass while his fingers plunged into her pussy. Walk her around on a leash so it was clear she was his pet.

He knew there wasn't a chance in hell Michelle would be willing to participate in such shameful, vile activities, she was such a prude. "You can't actually think I'd let you do that kind of perverted stuff to me, what's wrong with you" she would say, so he dropped it.

When it came time for him to get attention she flat out refused to go down on him, saying how revolting it was to put his uncircumcised dick in her mouth. Only occasionally would she lazily give him head when she wanted something bad enough, and even then it didn't last long, nor was she able to take much of him, he was a big boy after all so he never expected that. Always saying how she deserved a reward for doing him such a big favor.

She would give him a lazy hand job but his own hand did a better job at that than she did. Still the feel of a girl's touch on his cock was nice. Something he never thought he'd feel.

She always wanted him to eat her out though. Telling him that those dry chapped lips were only good for one thing.

Tomura certainly didn't mind camping between a girl's legs and eating her out, hell he enjoyed it even if she was not that tasty. She was bitter and tart, but the way she would squirm and whimper made it easy to pretend he had a loving girlfriend who desired him.

Over time they had sex less and less. Tomura got off more by masturbating than by his own girlfriend, and even kissing had ceased. Yet he stayed anyway and took the verbal abuse and he hated himself for it. Why? Because he was that pathetic, he wanted a girl that bad.

He felt like a dog begging for a bone, a scrap of attention. He'd pay someone just to hold him. To let him touch their soft skin. Pet his hair.

One night he was so desperate for sex, or any human contact, that he begun humping Michelle in her sleep, he needed friction, contact, anything. Of course she woke up, shocked that her boyfriend was defiling her in such a way. "What the fuck is wrong with you, your so gross" then proceeding to call him such horrible names, he felt so humiliated.

He didn't understand why he remained with her, well, that's a lie, deep down he knew.

As long as she touched him, even briefly, a brush of her hand, her leg brushing his as she sat close to him, laying next to him, then it was worth it. And he was ashamed of it, hated himself for it, all for the chance to be held and caressed. He was so pathetic he knew it, but he just craved touch. What he wouldn't give to feel loved, what does it even feel like? He would never know.

When he is alone he would cry, tears silently rolling down his face at the thought of never feeling real love, to have a lover who wasn't embarrassed of him, who would cuddle him, tell him he was good looking, yeah right, that's not gonna happen, he thought bitterly. But having someone who would beg for his cock and not brush him off with excuses would be a dream come true, but it would only happen in his dreams.

This was the best he would ever have. Sadness left a lump in his throat. The hurt and pain was always there, playing under the surface. He would soon find out how very wrong he was.

The thing that hurt the most though was the time he put his hair in a ponytail to get it outta his face, pinning his long bangs back. He never did this in public cause he was too self conscious, but it was just him and her so he grabbed a rubber band, clips, and tied it back.

He immediately felt her eyes on him, looking over at her she had her lips curled in a sneer, "what’s wrong" he asked confused. Her answer was like a knife in his heart.

"Take it down, I don't wanna see that dry scarred mess of a face."

He felt the prickly pain stab his heart. his self esteem had always been bad, he was aware of every stare, every whisper, when he would go out in public, but from the girl who is supposed to care about him, love him. He turned away before she could see the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, he tore the tie out his hair hiding his face once again. He'd give anything for a girl to make him feel attractive and loved

Strange thing was he didn't complain, he had no passion for her, no desire anymore. After just 6 months. At times he wanted to lay his hand on her face and watch her turn to dust. The terrifying villain Tomura Shigaraki who could destroy a city was being bullied by his own so-called girlfriend. Sad, but true. No one would ever want him, little lone love him. He accepted that he would never have someone. Then you came along.

His jaw nearly dropped when he first laid eyes on you. You took his breath away. You were gorgeous, prettier than any girl he had ever seen. He would do anything to call you his. But what chance did he have with a girl like you. You could have any guy you wanted. You wouldn't look twice at a freak like him. Or so he thought.

He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, craving your warmth, your essence. Your very presence brightened his day.

After striking up a conversation with you he had come to find out you two had a lot in common. Similar childhood, both of you were damaged, and neglected. Shockingly you had killed your family as well, unable to control your power.

Of course you shared his hatred for heroes due to your traumatic past, agreeing with him on his thoughts about society. Flattering him by calling him genius, saying you found him to be a great leader and very strong. But he wanted to hear you call him attractive, sadly you didn't.

When you talked to him you were respectful, calling him boss and sir, a warm smile gracing your lips as you looked in his eyes, his name rolled off your tongue like honey. "Yes Sir Mister Shigaraki" your voice alone nearly made him cream in his pants. What he wouldn't give to get you alone. He couldn't help but imagine you calling him master with his cock sheathed inside you.

Talking to you flowed so easily it just came naturally. As you two talked he found himself getting lost in your eyes. They were so bright, vibrant, sparkling with so much life. Your lips were full and pinkish red, he longed to grab you and press his lips to yours, to see his dick between those lips.

You didn't seem repulsed by his appearance, showing no shock or revulsion upon seeing his face, you didn't treat him like a monster.

You were always on his mind, invading his thoughts, his dreams. He would close his eyes and picture fucking you, ramming his length down your throat, hearing you beg for him. Imagining you naked underneath him, taking every inch of him. His eyes opened as he fisted his erection moaning your name as he came, his seed spilling onto the floor.

His so called girlfriend didn't seem to care about the time he spent with you. Hell she seemed relieved by it.

One time he overheard Michelle talking to you, she was of course downing his appearance.

"He used to wear this creepy hand on his face before we met, I never knew why till I saw his face, it's so ugly, nothing but scars and dry skin, and his lips don't even get me started" her shrill laugh echoed.

What he heard next made his heart leap in his chest. You stood up for him, defended him, calling him attractive.

"Wow your a real fucking bitch you know that, how do you not find that man sexy, he's strong powerful smart and hot as fuck. So he has scars that does not make him a ugly. He deserves so much better than you. If I had a man like that I'd treat him like a King" you ranted.

Shigaraki's heart fluttered in his chest, joy spread through him.

Michelle stood there shocked for a minute before calling you a bitch and throwing a punch at you which you easily dodged.

"You don't want a fight with me whore. I would beat your ass," you warned her.

So when she went to attack you once more you landed a hit to her face, knocking her to the ground, giving her a black eye.

Shigaraki continued watching, a happy smile tugging at his lips. This was a dream come true. Did he have a chance with you? He had to find out.

Later that day his bitch of a girlfriend left for a week to see friends and he quickly headed to your room, he had to see you, know if he had a chance with you.

"Come in" you yelled as he knocked on your door. Slipping inside he made sure to close and lock the door behind him, he didn't want any interruptions.

"Oh hi Shigaraki sir" you beamed up at him. You were sitting on your bed, back against the headboard, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. Putting down the tablet that you were drawing on, "what do you need" you asked, a bright smile on your face.

Approaching the bed he looked at the drawing. It was a fantasy witch woman (think sakimichan art). "Wow this is amazing" Shigaraki said.

"Thanks, it's a hobby of mine. What do you need boss man". Tomura's attention now turned to your bare legs, your short skirt showing off your nice thighs, lacy black panties in clear view. He couldn't help but reach out and run his fingers up your thighs.

"I prefer you to call me Master" a wide grin formed on his lips. Eyes clouded with lust. His fingers now at the edge of your shirt. Smiling back you replied

"OK Master Shigaraki." Your eyes seemed to sparkle. That was all it took. He was on you in a instant. Pulling you down flat against the bed, His legs positioned between your thighs pushing them apart. Hands on either side of your head, his face hovering inches above yours.

"Do you have any idea how hard you make me, how much I think about you. I'm gonna make you mine little kitten, gonna fuck you so hard" he growled."

Gazing up at him you simply say "Yes Master" his lips crash against your.

He had no guilt about his feelings for you. Nor about pushing your skirt up to your waist, tearing your panties off and shoving two long fingers in your pussy.

The surprised moan that left you sent a jolt straight to his already stiff cock. He needed to hear more of them, wanted to have you cry his name, and squirm on his dick.

"Oh fuck your so tight" he groaned.

"I'm a virgin" you replied, voice hardly above a whisper. His manic grin spreads from ear to ear, "not for long" his raspy voice says sending pleasurable waves through your body.

"I'll be the only cock you ever know." He promised. You didn't fight him, you were willing, very willing. He slid his fingers in and out of your warm core, curling and scissoring them. The calloused pad of his thumb rubbing rough circles over your clit making your back arch, your hand gripping the bed sheets. His invading digits were covered in your wetness.

"Shigaraki," his name left your lips in a sob.

"Tell me you want me kitten, I need to hear you say it, please" he begged his voice deep and gravely. He needed desperately to hear you admit to wanting him. Your lust filled eyes locked with his vermilion ones.

"I want you Shigaraki, please" you sounded so hungry for him, so passionate, you really craved him just as he did you. He couldn't believe a goddess like you chose him, desired him. You sounded so erotic moaning his name like a mantra. He needed to hear how you would sound begging, crying. How hot you would look with tears rolling down that pretty face.

The things he wanted to do to you danced through his mind, vivid images playing in his head. Would you be willing to indulge him? He was damn sure gonna try. He felt like he would go crazy if he was forced to hold back any more. Hell he didn't think he could.

Working his way down your body, stopping to worship special areas along the way. His hands squeezing your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth, lightly biting the pert bud. He wasn't satisfied till your tits were decorated with hickeys.

His lips trailed lower, kissing your stomach, hands kneading your thighs. Finally settling between your parted legs. His face a breathe away from your soaked sex. Thumb toying with your sensitive clit. A slew of profanities and moans fell from your lips.

"You like that kitten" his voice husky with desire. All you could manage was a whimper. Slowly removing his fingers from you, he brought them to his mouth, licking each one clean of your juices.

"You taste so good, I want more," he groaned. Leaning forward his tongue slipped out, licking over your puffy slit, tasting you again.

"Damn your so wet, and all for me" tracing his name across your folds he felt your legs shake and when he flicks his tongue over your clit the cry you gave had his shaft throbbing.

He was worried you would complain the way Michelle did. Yet when he took your hard nub between his dry lips the sob you gave as your hands tangled in his blue locks, your thighs clamping around his head as your hips bucked up, this was all the encouragement he needed. He lapped at you little jewel before slipping his tongue inside your sex, gathering more of your essence. He was already addicted to your taste.

Finally he reluctantly pulled away, looking in your pleasure hazy eyes he wrapped his hand around your throat. He could feel your walls clench around his manhood. An encouraging moan slid past your lips. Your eyes filled with desire, you enjoyed it, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. You had to be made just for him. A warmth spread through him, was this happiness. So he tried something else . Leaning down his face hovering just above yours.

"Does my dirty little whore want my cock, I'm gonna stuff this greedy pussy so full of cum, you'll be my pretty little cum dump, you'll like that won't you slut" he growls out. Heart hammering in his chest, worried about your reaction.

"Yes Shigaraki" you brokenly cried.

He had to be dreaming. It was too good to be true. His lips formed a wide deranged looking grin as his eyes darkened. He drove his thick leaking cock past your slit, hands keeping you in place. You squirmed and whined under him. Back arching off the bed as a silent cry left you. Any control he had maintained was gone. His hips surged forward pushing in further.

Looking down he watched as your small opening stretches wider and wider as he impaled you. The cute sounds you were making only served to encourage him. With a few sharp jerks he was finally buried in your tight heat. Fuck you felt so fucking good he nearly lost it. He wanted to give you time to get used to him but his restraint snapped.

Pulling out just to plunge back into you. Your hands gripped the sheets, tears streamed down your face and a mix of moans and screams filled the room. His thrusts became furious. Pounding into your tight cunt.

"Master call me master, tell me you want to be my fuckdoll." He was getting bolder, seeing how far you would go.

"Yes Master. I'm your fuckdoll"

His hips slammed into you relentlessly. Completely burying himself to the hilt in your tight pussy. You were a trembling sobbing mess under him. It was the most erotic sight he'd even seen.

Pumping his fat length into you, his balls slapping against your ass, looking down he watched himself slide in and out, each time coated with more of your slick. You felt so incredibly tight around him.

"Mine" he growled possessively. His pace became rougher.

"Fuck yes, cry for me pet. You look so hot like this. It just makes me harder" he groaned continuing his assault on your aching core.

When his orgasm hit he came so hard his entire body shook, emptying himself in your tight cunt. Flooding you with his seed. But he didn't stop. He was still rock hard as he fucked the cum into you. "Gonna stuff your slutty hole with my thick cum" he growled. Wrecking your body for hours to come.

When he came down from his sex high he pulled you close. But his heart sank as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

She regrets it was his first thought. I knew no one would want me, why can't she want me. The thoughts raced through his mind, trying his hardest to not cry.

As you stood up from the bed your legs were like jelly, too weak, and they gave out, causing you to fall back down onto the mattress. You'd always heard about getting fucked so hard you can't walk but didn't think it was true.

"Shiggy, baby, I need to pee and clean up but I can't walk" you blushed looking back at your lover who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Love what's wrong" you were concerned.

"Is that why you pulled away from me". He spoke, his voice soft, it seemed to crack with emotion.

"Yeah, of course, what did you thi…"you started, the realization hit you. He thought you were leaving.

"Oh Shiggy baby no'' you reassured him, laying back down next to him. Your hand moving his hair out of his handsome face, revealing all his scars. Tenderly trailing a path of warm kisses all over his forehead, under his eyes, before finally planting a deep kiss on his lips. Next thing you know he has you pinned beneath him, mouth sucking at your neck hungrily. His stiffening manhood poking your entrance once again, pre cum smearing your already cum coated pussy.

"Shig...bathroom first please" he huffed at this, wanting to be buried inside again. Reluctantly he pulled away gathering you in his arms. He carried you to the bathroom even going as far as setting you on the toilet and taking a warm wash cloth to clean and sooth your sore sex.

As soon as he got you back in bed he wasted no time in sliding his dick between your puffy lips, sheathing himself deep in your hot core, refusing to let you leave the bed for the next week.

The week that Michelle was gone Shigaraki and you grew much closer, not just sexually but on a mental and emotional level. You could sit and talk for hours, engrossed in the conversation. You were actually interested in his thoughts and plans, offering input when he would ask your opinions.

You shared soft times as well. Washing his hair, giving him massages, and just cuddling while enjoying movies together. You spent the entire week practically glued to each other's side. He had more sex in that week then he had with Michelle in 6 months. Then Michelle returned, and things changed.

You came into the room to see Shigaraki and there she was, pretending to give a damn about him which meant she wanted something as usual. The sickening way she draped herself over him made your stomach turn.

Surely he wouldn't fall for it. He wanted you, right? Why did he seem to enjoy it. Did he really want her? You couldn't stand watching the scene before you so you turned around and left.

Feeling that twinge of pain as it gripped your heart. Seeing her hang on him. Why would he let her, didn't he want you. Guess not, why, why did he stay with her. We connected, there was passion. Was I just an easy lay for him? You could already feel the tears that threatened to fall.

You went to your room and began packing, shoving your clothes into a duffel bag, tears blurring your vision, unable to remain here any longer after catching feelings for him just to see them together. How could he. I'm such an idiot you thought.

Shigaraki knew what Michelle was up to, but he played along. He had a plan to give her what she deserves. He was a man who firmly believed in revenge. But also he didn't know if you were serious about being with him. What if you were toying with him, no you wouldn't do that. It didn't make sense, you seemed to really like him and definitely enjoyed the sex. He had heard you stand up for him. There was no way you were fake like Michelle.

The urge to see you overwhelmed him, so pushing Michelle aside he headed towards your room his heart fluttering at the very thought of you. Arriving at your room, a happy smile affixed to his face, he threw your door open ready to take you in his arms, but what he saw made his heart sink. Tears pricked at his eyes, your stuff was mostly gone with the exception of stuff that was boxed up ready to be taken. Did you play him too?

Of course you did, why would a goddess like you want a scarred monster villain like him. He should have known better. The hurt and heartache took over, weighing heavily on his shattered being and he fell to his knees. No one could actually want him, love him. He should have known. Why? Why? The question repeated in his mind. I'm destined to be alone.

He thought he had found love, acceptance. The most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, he clicked with you, and the sex, fuck, it was mind boggling earth shaking amazing. You were so willing to do whatever he wanted. Happily swallowing his bitter cum as he would call you a filthy cum whore.

The way you moaned as he drove his cock up your tight ass. You were his. The way your eyes sparkled, the joy your smile brought him. Just being next to you made his world go round. He'd do anything for you.

No, he would not let you go. Never. He refused. He'd find you and tie you to his bed if he had to. Whatever it took. The obsessive thoughts clouded his brain. He had to keep you. You were his, his women, his property. His hands clenched into fists by his side.

Getting up he set out to find you. But just as he reached for the door it swung open to reveal you, your eyes red from crying, matching his own tear filled eyes.

"Am I that repulsive that you are running away from me?" His voice cracked betraying his emotions. The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them as he stalked up to you, gripping your arms in a bruising hold.

"I saw you were that gold digging whore and I can't Shig. It hurts too much. I refuse to watch you two together. My heart won't let me. I'd kill the bitch I swear."

"You honestly think I would really pick her over you," he says, shocked.

"Are you stupid, why on earth would I want her when I can have you" he adds, a look of disbelief on his face.

"When I came here and saw your things gone I thought you were ashamed of me and regretted it." His voice just above a whisper.

"Tomura no, I want you, how could I not" your sweet voice was the most enchanting thing he'd ever heard. Making him happier than he thought possible.

"I saw your stuff gone and got worried you were trying to run away from me. That you were leaving me. I didn't think I was good enough for a goddess like you, you're so perfect how could you actually want me. I don't wanna live without your touch," his voice wavered, his sad eyes held yours.

"Your more than good enough Tomura. I got scared you were going back to that bitch. How could I want anyone after having you," sliding your arms around his waist you laid a soft kiss on his lips.

"You'll be mine, my obedient pet, my little sex doll" his husky voice spoke against your neck.

"Absolutely I will." Your hands carded through his long white locks. Tilting your head to give him better access. "What about Michelle" you questioned.

"Oh I have something special planned for her" he grinned. "Now let's move your stuff to my room where it belongs."

In the process of taking your belongings you ran into Michelle.

"Tomie baby can I get your card? I wanna get my hair done" she asked, going to kiss him while her hand rubbed his chest, batting her lashes at him. Shigaraki pushed her away, disgusted.

"Get the fuck away from me your greedy bitch. We are done."

The look on her face was priceless, pure shock. "What," she stuttered.

"You heard me, don't make me repeat myself" he growled, giving her a death glare.

"You can't be serious. Do you really think someone else will want your ugly scared dry ass you freak. You'll be alone forever, I took pity on you." She yelled pure hate in her tone.

Shigaraki's hand twitches, the urge to reach out and decay her was strong, but he had something better planned.

"I've already found someone way better," he hooks an arm around your waist pulling you to his side. "Now I have a parting gift for all the insults, all the shifty sex, for being such a stuck up, clout chasing, prudish bitch" he gritted out. His evil grin widening. "Let's get you to the Doctor, shall we? You'll make a great Nomu. I'm sure all the male Nomus will welcome a female one, oh and don't worry you will keep your conscience, although I will have control over you" He giggled.

Michelle tried to get away but Shigaraki grabbed her by the hair. She struggled and screamed, begging for him to let her go as he flung her over his shoulder. She fought and kicked trying to get free but it was useless. Her pleas and cries fall on deaf ears.

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Shigaraki felt true happiness waking up with you clinging to him. Feelings of love and warmth radiated from you. His fingers danced over your naked flesh, his cock rose to attention, getting harder by the second, needing to feel your tight warmth encasing him.

He carefully rolled you over, his eyes surveying your body, it was littered with evidence of his time with you. Pride wells up in him knowing he was the cause of it. His lips kissed a path across your chest. Nimble fingers plunged into your depths rousing you out of your slumber, drawing a soft sigh from you, your arms encircling his neck.

"Good morning beautiful" he breathed.

"Umm Shiggy" you sighed. Hips bucking up at the feeling of his evading fingers.

"You want me my pet" he whispered in your ear, "tell me, I want to hear you say it. Beg for your me, be a good pet"

"How could I not," you replied.

His long fingers were working in and out of your dripping core, curling and spreading you open trying to prepare you for what was to come. He ached to be inside you, his bulbous tip positioned at your entrance.

Slowly he started to push in, his mouth capturing your cries as his lips crashed against yours. Your hands gripped him, gasping at the feeling of being stretched around his fat cock, nails digging into his skin leaving scratch marks down his back.

Sinking in further, little by little, sheathing himself completely in your needy pussy. Your walls clamp down on his throbbing shaft.

Glancing down to where he was connected to you, he watched his member pistoning in and out of you, stretching you wide, forcing you to accept every inch of him. Your cunt clinging to his rutting manhood,

The moans you were making were the most erotic thing he had ever heard. It made him want to draw more of those lovely sounds from your lips. Grabbing your hands, he held them over your head within one hand, his other anchored around your throat causing you to gasp as he choked you.

"Your mine little toy, now say it" he growled, his hips snapping against you. His drooling tip kissing that special bumpy spot deep with.

"Yours" was all you could manage to say. His brutal assault of your cunt left you withering beneath him, completely at his mercy and you loved it. Your walls twitch every time his thick length dragged over them, filling you so blissfully full. When he came his onslaught didn't stop, he remained hard stuffing you with cum several times over.

"Let my cum leak out of you. I wanna know your pussy is dripping my seed all day, staining those fleshy thighs."

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Everyone seemed happy Michelle was gone.

"Fucking hated that fake bitch."Dabi grumbled.

Mr. Compress countered with "Shigaraki definitely received a major upgrade with you. He hit the jackpot with this beauty."

"Just remember she's mine,'' Shigaraki grumbled, linking his arm around your waist pulling you close, in a possessive show of ownership. I'm the luckiest man alive he thought.

"Oh babe. Don't worry no one could ever take me from you." You say holding his face planting loving kisses all over it and neck. Whispering loving words in his ear.

Later that day you had gone to hang out with a Toga, but Shigaraki was missing you and getting impatient so he decided to go get you and drag you back to his room. As he searched for you he heard your lovely voice and it brought a smile to his face, but what he heard next made his heart sink.

"He's so freaking annoying, he won't leave me alone, and he has one of those faces that just make you wanna hurl."

Tomura felt his whole world crumble, you were just like Michelle, of course you couldn't stand him, of course you found him ugly. His heart broke. He knew you were too good to be true. How could he delude himself into thinking he could be happy, that a girl, especially one as gorgeous as you, would want him.

He fell against the wall, unable to hold himself up, tears already falling from his eyes as your words cut like a knife.

"He keeps trying to get with me, he won't take the hint" you sounded so irritated.

"You should tell Shigaraki, he'd take care of him," Toga mentioned.

Wait, you weren't talking about him, you were talking about someone else. Shigaraki felt his heart jump in his chest, he had misunderstood. Joy overtook him. His world was bright again. But wait who the fuck was bothering you, he would kill them.

"I don't wanna bother him."

"Well this guy doesn't seem to get the message so I would tell Shigaraki"

"Tell me what" Shigaraki asked, pretending he hadn't heard the conversation as he came around the corner.

"Hi love'' you beamed, turning towards him. Wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace, laying a sweet kiss on his lips.

He pulled you tight against him, his tongue delving into your mouth, twirling around your own.

"Who's bothering you pet, tell me. I'll gladly take care of it. You are never a bother." Stressing the word never as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Just some guy who's had a crush on me and won't get the hint."

"Where does he live? I'll pay him a visit." A sinister smirk promising vicious deeds spread over Tomura's face.

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You and Shigaraki couldn't get enough of each other.

Hands were always exploring and caressing each other's bodies. Craving each other's touch. Mouths nipping and kissing, teeth sinking into flesh leaving brands of ownership. Tongue eagerly licking paths over naked skin.

Shigaraki kept you on his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck as you sat astride his thighs. Hands under your skirt, clutching your ass, fingers digging in leaving marks behind.

The sex, fucking hell did he have a high sex drive. If he could live with you affixed on his dick he would.

Unable to control himself he'll pound into your pussy at rapid speed your whole body rocked with each rough thrust.

His stamina was superhuman, able to go all night easily, round after round. Filling all your holes with his thick cum. By the end it was spilling out if you. Your face, and tits painted with his milky seed. You were usually unable to walk afterwards. By the end of the night you'll be a shaking mess all holes packed with cum. Your face tits and ass covered with his potent seed. At this point he would get his phone and snap filthy pictures of you.

Finally being able to fulfill his sexual desires Shigaraki was overzealous at indulging himself, using your body however he wanted. You certainly had no complaints. You were more than willing to submit to him in every way letting him do as he pleased with you.

You didn't freak out when his hand encased your neck, if anything it made your pussy clamp down on him even more, encouraging him, making him harder, a wicked grin on his face knowing you got off to it as much as he did.

When he would shove his fingers down your throat, making you lick them clean of your own arousal you would never look at him with disgust instead you were his good girl obediently doing as you were told.

When he would have you open your mouth so he could spit it in, his saliva joining his cum that was already filling your mouth, snapping a picture before telling you to swallow the concoction of bodily fluids you obliged, swallowing it all down like your master wanted.

You would lie there letting him lick and slobber over every inch of your writhing body. Drooling above you, leaving trails of saliva across your curvy form.

He would worship every inch of you. Taking his time as he made sure not an inch of you was left untouched or kissed.

You didn't panic when he tied you up doing as he pleased with your defenseless body. You fully submit to him. Hearing you whimper as you tried to wiggle free was so cute, it just made him cum harder

Every time he would fuck you he seemed to get rougher and more dominating, unable to hold back, testing your limits, pushing you to endure more, training your cunt as he put it.

Slamming his twitching length into you, causing you to whine and tremble beneath him. Shivering on his thick shaft as it stretches you beyond your limits, tears falling from your pretty eyes. Calling you his cum dump whore, his perfect little toy, his greedy slut. Telling you how he was gonna break you.

"Your my fuck doll I'll do whatever I want my pet. Look at what a whore you are for my cock. You're gonna look so beautiful covered in my cum."

He'll stuff your pussy and ass, packing them full of his cum, watching with glee as it leaks out. Spraying your tits and face with his seed, you just look so hot covered with his jizz.

But he'll pamper you afterwards, cleaning you off, running a hot bath for you to soak in as he washes you. Cradling you close to his chest, wanting you as close as possible. Telling you he loves and cherishes you.

Call him master, daddy, or sir, he insists on it.

He wants to fuck all your holes. You got an entrance, his cock is in it. Thrusting in your warm pussy, are shoved up your little puckered asshole. He won't show mercy either. He'll relentlessly pound away till he gets his fill.

You never complained when he put his hand on the back of your head, ensuring you can't pull away while he forces his dick down your throat, making you gag and drool around it as you choke on him, he nearly loses it right then. He had no idea how you were able to get the whole thing in your mouth but fuck was he a lucky man.

"Look at you taking me so well, that's my good pet making your master feel so good" he groans, his hips jerking forward, balls slapping your chin as he ruthlessly fuck your pretty face. Eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him like a pet wanting its master's praise.

You tasted so delicious he could spend hours between your thighs, hands holding them open, face buried in your sopping pussy, tongue snaking in and out eagerly slurping up every bit of your arousal.

Lips attacking your sensitive clit, the rough texture driving you crazy, your legs shaking, as you mumbled incoherently. Hands threading through his hair, hips bucking against his face. Unlike Michelle you seemed to highly enjoy his talented tongue and mouth.

When he told you he wanted to milk your tits you didn't look at him with revulsion, you simply replied "but I'm not pregnant" you said confused.

"There are ways baby, here I'll show you" and that he did, his mouth latched onto your breasts, milking you like a babe. Your nipples were so sore and tender when he would finish but you didn't care. If it made him content and happy that was enough.

You didn't look at him with disgust when he pulled you to him and started humping your backside, grunting and panting in your ear. His twitching member stiffening in his pants. Eyes half lidded as he rode out his high.

No scolding him for being so horny and needy. You simply compiled, letting him do as he pleased then asked, "do you feel better baby, we could have gone to the room you know."

"I like humping you," he replied sheepishly a blush forming on his cheeks.

"OK, whatever makes you feel good love" you smiled, easing any insecurities he had.

He gave you a collar and leash as a present with 'Shigaraki's pet' embroidered on one. The other read Shigaraki's Toy'. They were black leather with red stitched writing. The leash itself was silver. For my perfect fuckdoll the package said.

You didn't protest when he affixed it around your neck, locking it in place, the key went in his pocket so only he could remove it. Attaching the leash he took a step back and gave a hard tug on it, forcing you to stumble forward.

"See if you don't behave all I gotta do is yank,'' he says, pulling the leash once more causing you to choke. "Best be a good pet"

When his cum seeps out of you, spilling onto the floor and he pushes your face in the puddle ordering you to "lick up every bit of it, clean the floor with your tongue slut." You being a good pet do as you're told, not missing a drop, making him so proud.

Everyone thought Shigaraki was extremely lucky to have you and they told him so, but he didn't need to be told, he knew. You were the best thing to happen to him.

He would look at you while you slept, wondering how he was able to have such a goddess as his girl. His hand caressing your face, taking in every detail, cherishing your beauty.

When you wake up and smile upon seeing him it's the greatest feeling in the world. He was happy for the first time in his life. He would never let you leave. He would cling to you for dear life. You were his everything.

Being cuddled up with you was the best, his head on your breasts holding you tightly, arms wrapped around your waist, breathing in your scent, feeling content and loved.

He would often walk up behind you while you were in a conversation with someone or on your phone, doing something that wasn't paying attention to him, and just pull you into his chest and hold you, arms clasp around your waist, demanding all your attention.

You were always affectionate with him, clinging to him, making him feel wanted and loved. Lavishing praise on him. Assuring him that, in your eyes he was the sexiest man alive. That he ruined you for any other guys, no one would be able to please you the way he could.

Happily sitting in his lap, arms encircling his waist, unable to resist kissing him, it didn't matter if others were around you wanted to shower him with affection. When you would run your fingers through his hair he almost purred, it was so soothing.

There would be times when neither of you left his room, too caught up in the pleasure of each other to be bothered. The only thought on your minds were each other's bodies. The hunger to taste and please the other was all you knew.

When he was between your legs, hands gripping them as he kept your thighs spread open so he could dine on your dripping pussy, it was utter ecstasy. His mouth felt so good sucking your clit, tongue licking your slit before snaking inside your warm cunt making your legs tremble. He ate you out like a starving man. Not stopping till you came on his tongue.

You were always happy to return the favor, falling to your knees and taking his pulsing erection in your mouth. He wasted no time in thrusting it down your throat, instructing you to look at him the whole time so he could enjoy seeing your tears. His hand on the back of your head, halting you from pulling away.

"That's it pet, choke on your masters cock like a good girl"

You know it's weird but you loved when he talked like this, you enjoyed it. Calling you his whore, cum dump, fuck toy, it made you wet and he knew it.

He makes sure you swallow every bit of his cum as it spurts down your throat. The face you make as the bitter thick fluid goes down your throat gives him twisted joy.

Pushing you to the ground He positions his throbbing length at your entrance, pre cum smearing over your slit as he rubs his leaking tip against it. He's so hot and heavy, ready to surge forward, to have your pussy swallow his aching cock. Gripping your legs he pushes them up to your chest, giving himself better access, allowing his dick to sink deeper inside you. Your walls cling to his meaty shaft, so tight and warm, slick with arousal for him. Your hands grasp at his arms as inch by inch he buries himself to the hilt.

"That's a good pet, taking me so well. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand little one" he growled, a devious smirk on his face, driving himself balls deep in your tight warmth, over and over. His tip kissing that special bumpy patch that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Heat spiraling out through your body.

You whimpered under the force of his unforgiving thrusts. He was stretching you so very wide around his fat length, your walls desperately trying to accommodate him as your pussy constricts around him.

"Say my name, precious toy, call me master" he demands. "Beg for me"

You struggle to get the words out under the pressure of his hand on your throat, and the roughness of his cock pounding into you. "Plea..see….ma….ter, I wan…..ou, fuck me" you plead like a good girl wanting to please him, but your mind is hazy with the pleasure he is bestowing on you and speaking is difficult, you never want him to stop.

His cock throbs as it drags over your fluttering walls that are sucking him in deeper, clamping down on him not wanting to let go. He thrusts into you making you cum again and again, soaking his dick.

You look absolutely gorgeous like this, your head thrown back, eyes half lidded, beautiful moans emerging from your lips and your dripping cunt is so deliciously tight as it milks him.

"Drench my cock baby. Show me how much you want me, let me know how good I make you feel. Fuck I'm gonna fill this little cunt so full of my cum." He grunts, taking his member nearly all the way out before plunging back in.

True to his word he slams into you a few more times before he stills, you feel his fat length twitch as it spurts ropes of hot cum in your aching pussy, painting your pretty walls white, stuffing your sore slutty hole full. You can already feel it oozing out of your sopping cunt and spilling on the covers beneath you.

"You did so good, your such a good fuck doll for me aren't you" Shigaraki practically purrs, praising you. Leaning down to meet your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue snaking inside your mouth, his hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp into the kiss. "Mine, you belong to me kitten"

Shigaraki has to pinch himself everyday to convince himself that you're real, that you're his woman and it's not just a dream. Neither one of you are able to keep your hands off each other. Shigaraki has a constant need to hold you, and feel your body snuggled against him and you happily let him.

Sometimes even insisting that you cockwarm him which you were more than happy to obliged, sinking down on his stiff cock, your pussy molding around him, keeping him snug and warm in your sex. It can get difficult sometimes, feeling him throb inside you, wanting nothing more than bounce on his lap till you soak his thick cock.

When it came time to check on Michelle's progress. Shigaraki took you to the Doctor's lab to see how the nomu process turned out.

"Oh Shigaraki perfect timing, I've been working day and night and she's finally complete, this way follow me" Garaki eagerly announces, heading down a narrow hall, finally stopping in front of a vat with Nomu Michelle slowly awaking. As soon as she sees you and Shigaraki she starts hitting the glass, anger and fear in her eyes.

"I can control her with this right" Shigaraki holds up what appears to be a small phone, with the push of a button Michelle instantly stops.

"She has retained all her memories and sense of self, I see, that's perfect" Shigaraki sneered at his once bitch of a now X girlfriend.

"She got what she deserved, and so did I" he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. "Let's go kitten, I'm hungry and horny". Linking your arm around his waist you had back to your bedroom.

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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I need some guidance, Kait TT

I keep wondering if there's a chance for SE Saeran to get back some traces of Unknown once he's more comfortable in his skin and our relationship to him. 🤔

Like, being a bit teasy to catch us off guard or using older nicknames like "princess". I wonder if that's nothing but an act or partly Saeran. I mean GE Saeran is also teasy, although I know they're completely different. But it's still there y'know?

So I wonder if that's a fainted character trait he might get back when we're close to him, since he'd been that way with us as Unknown in an very extreme way! Or was it really just for the sake of scaring us lol^^

SE Saeran is Unknown and Unknown is SE Saeran. It's not the same situation as Ray, Suit Saeran, and GE Saeran. That's more in the way of complicated. I know that I've gone over that before a couple of times, so what you're asking is if SE Saeran holds onto the way that he interacted with the world at large before The Accident.

So, how much of the way SE Saeran thinks and talks is going to be reflective of his days in Mint Eye?

Hard question since content to read about with him is so slim canonically. However, we can take the pieces we know and apply what makes sense to him in regards to his recovery and the way we see him at the ending CG. Throughout the SE, Saeran is on the verge of losing control of himself all the time.

He was robbed of choice, consent, and anything else you can think of.

Put yourself in his shoes. His entire life has been made up of people telling him what to do. His brother got to decide what happened to him, and then V and Rika decided, and then his Savior decided, and then Saeyoung decided all over again. There has never been a day in his life when he has gotten to decide what happens to him. He was forced into recovery, he was forced into the bunker, and he was forced into surviving after Saeyoung confronted him during a moment when he tried to seize control and unfortunately, attempted to hurt himself.

He has never known control and for that reason, he is conflicted and pushed to the brink of insanity once again. There's no denying that he feels like a caged animal. You can feel it all throughout the second half of the Secret Ending. He is on edge and he can't stand being where he is. The only thing that he wants to do is look at the sky and he can't even do that because he's stuck in the goddamn bunker.

Sure, we understand why his brother did what he did even if it wasn't the best. Saeyoung had two choices: Leave Saeran in the hospital where his condition could be helped but risk Saejoong finding him despite Jumin’s best effort, or take Saeran so things never got to that point to save Saeran’s life from something worse. His brother did what he had to do even if it wasn't the best option.

Unfortunately, that means that we have to experience what happens to the twins in the bunker as they are pushed to the brink against each other. They are like two forces that cannot unite being pushed apart by everything that they've experienced. So, how we come to know Saeran is during that moment in the SE. We see him push his limits and at his worst.

This dry, deadpan, and done attitude that he is typically written with is because people can see how much control he does not have.

There's a reason why people tend to write him with the attitude of being done with everyone and hating everything that they do. It's deeper than that in a bit more complex but a lot of people don't think underneath the surface because the fanon has been popular for such a long time to write SE Saeran as this major asshole that hates everyone and everything.

It's not that he hates things, it's just that he's been through so much that it's hard to care. He doesn't want to be close to the people that remind him of everything that he's done wrong. He doesn't want to be close to the RFA. Why would he want to be friends with the people that he stalked? Why would he want to be friends with the people that know what he's done? Be friends with people that clearly pitied him because they really only care about his brother?

He barely wants to interact with his brother and his brother’s MC, but he’s pushed into that because he has to live with them. They're about the only interaction that he tolerates and it's because he has no other choice.

So, put yourself in his shoes again. You have been forced to live with your brother and you've decided that it's not worth it to try to get rid of yourself. You know that you're never going to get anywhere with that, so really, your only choice in a situation is to deal with it. You get some semblance of control even though you're never going to have full autonomy of yourself because your brother is so paranoid.

You get to make a garden, get to go outside and get ice cream, and that's pretty much how you lives his life. You keep to himself and relatively live doing basic things while avoiding as many people as you can. You're not interested in making connections with other people because you don't think it's worth it. You go out of your way to make sure that people don't bother you, ever. You remain standoffish and done with the world. What good is there to imagine a world where you have never been able to live?

That’s SE Saeran’s life.

So, if you somehow managed to wiggle your way into his life, your relationship with him is going to be a little bit odd. He isn't the kind of person that's going to show a lot of PDA nor is he going to go out of his way to do grandiose displays. He isn't the kind of person that shows affection or emotion in that way.

His love is the kind of love that is shown by spending time together in the peace and quiet, holding hands whenever you're somewhere tense and loud, and knowing that you will always have a sense of security and somebody who won't expect you to be somebody that you aren't.

You get to see a side of him that nobody else gets to see. You get to see him at his weakest and that's the ultimate sign of trust. He will tell you to leave his side if it gets very bad and he knows that you can't be around that, but you still get to see him in a vulnerable state and you should not take that for granted. He does not trust people to see him weak.

He was built upon this idea of being the strongest person for the longest time so to show any kind of vulnerability is a very much something that he'd like to do. So, if you see him break down and cry, he's doing it in front of you because he trusts you. That's a huge deal. Even if you can't do anything but be by his side, if he lets you stay, that means that he wants you there.

He isn't really the type to tease or torment. He remembers the person that he used to be and how acting that way just made Saeyoung’s MC quiver. At the time, it made him feel strong and powerful to be able to make somebody feel like they were being put in their place. He enjoyed that feeling of power even if it wasn't the true way to feel strong.

Now, the thought of being that way kind of makes him sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to go back to being the person that he used to be and the idea that he could scare you or hurt you by acting that way always rests on his mind. You have to remember that he is living with so much shame and guilt about the things that he did that he will always be afraid of hurting you.

Clearly, this is something that he's going to work on in therapy in due time. But he's always going to be afraid of that. A part of him doesn't want to show you that side too much. That isn't to say that he wouldn't patronize you every once in a while if you got on his nerves, just a little deadpan sigh and look of annoyance. “Prince/ss, you’re really testing me today, aren’t you? You really do push your luck. You should count your blessings that I actually like your company and hang out with you.”

He has trouble admitting his emotions and that he cares about you so sometimes insults might come out of his mouth even if he doesn't intend them to. He's still learning how to make this relationship thing work. There's definitely a way to write those insults without it being overly cruel or mean. It's hard to find the balance sometimes, though!

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years ago

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bungou stray dogs + skincare routine headcanons

a/n: literally no one asked for this but i thought it would be fun

armed detective agency:

atsushi: actually quite diligent with washing his face but he tends to use those scrubbing pads that are meant for your body. its why his face is so flushed pink. 'my skin hurts which means it's working!' baby,,, no

kyouka: gently pats her face with a washcloth while watching atsushi in horror when they're about to get ready for bed but makes no comment about it

kunikida: uses a clarisonic wholly because it has a timer but it took him ages to realize that you use it with SOAP. he was really just washing his face with warm water and a clarisonic this entire time

dazai: washes his face every time he showers which is like once a week (y'all really like this guy huh) but never gets blemishes because idk life gave him clear skin to make up for all the psychological trauma

ranpo: the only skincare he does is applying lip balm. at first you were surprised that he even cares about his lips and then you found out that the lip balm was candy flavored and he licks it off throughout the day

yosano: knows a lot about skincare and is v diligent with it except she's so fucking busy that she ends up falling asleep with a sheet mask or dried up clay mask on her face. those hydrogel undereye patch thingies are her best friend

port mafia:

chuuya: learned about skincare from koyou and is also very diligent with his nightly and morning routine. has enough money to afford tatcha and paula's choice and all that but secretly loves using those cookie-dough-watermelon-sugar face mask things

akutagawa: his face and hands are the only things he washes every day with neutrogena face wash that his sister bought for him (and begged him to use). his one redeeming factor is he wears sunscreen

gin: i love her but she kinda just gets the first thing she sees at the drugstore someone please stop her from re-purchasing that st. ives face scrub. her skin tends to get dry from wearing the bandages all day so sometimes she'll spritz herself with face mist

tachihara: surprise surprise the bandage on his nose isn't there because he has a wound or anything he just keeps it there to hide the pimple patches he uses on his nose. has the bad habit of popping zits

koyou: amazing beautiful perfect queen. if you DARE try to call her while she's having her weekly facial expect golden snow to show up right behind you (nobody knows how she manages to do that)

oda: his skin always gets irritated after shaving until he found out that aloe gel is a good way to soothe the irritation. at first, he'd just use those aloe gel packs from the drugstore until he decided 'why not just... raise aloe plants?' and now he has 3 of them on his window

higuchi: has the basics (face wash, toner, moisturizer, sunscreen) in her bathroom but sometimes she accidentally mixes them up when she's not paying attention in the morning. once walked out of the house with condition on her face (she mistook it for sunscreen)

special division for unusual powers:

ango: uses a facial steamer because they're relaxing + fragrant and even keeps one at his desk. doesn't mind when his glasses fog up because he's seen enough

decay of angels:

fyodor: to him it's just unnecessary and a waste of time which could be spent plotting and scheming so you literally have to sit him on the bathroom counter after his shower and rub face wash on his face. now he refuses to do his skin care unless you do it for him

nikolai: constantly wears so much clown make-up that his skincare routine primarily consists of slathering his entire face with cleansing balm. likes using sheet masks because he thinks its the closest he'll get to wearing someone's face as a mask

sigma: best skincare routine in the DOA. buys bougie skincare shit like chuuya and swears by the holy jade roller that he keeps in his little skincare fridge. we love sigma in this household

hunting dogs:

jouno: claims that he doesn't need skincare because he already has ✨perfect skin✨ but i bet on my life that he secretly owns 5 different serums, one for each day of the week except on weekends

tecchou: regularly uses chapstick because his lips gets super dry and chapped (he forgets to drink water). even stitched a little pocket on his uniform for his chapstick. jouno replaced it with a glue stick once

teruko: literally has the flawless skin of a freshly born child (ok i typed that weird) probably rubs at her face with a wash towel like atsushi does. knows about jouno's serum collection and files that under 'blackmail material' in her head

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years ago

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Number 14 for the bed sharing please?

Thank you, @fastandfeminist!

14. we're snowed in and there is not a lot of space and heat

I'm gonna go with Joel for this one, I think, because he seems to fit the best. Hope you like it!

There is only one bed. Implied coitus.

The wind picked up by while you did your rounds, and the snow was coming down like a thick wall of icy white. Attempting to return seemed impossible, not to mention perilous, so when Joel told you, in a yell to be heard over the storm, that there was a cabin nearby where you could seek shelter, you were all too happy to comply.

"Cabin" was a very generous word for the ramshackle, barely held together, pile of logs with a partly caved in roof. There was, however, some shelter to be had, even if the walls seemed to be made of cracks through which the wind pushed in.

"We inspected this in the fall," Joel grumbles as he brushes the snow off his parka. "It was okay then."

"It's enough for one night," you sniffle as the cold has made your nose run. The back of the cabin is collapsed, but the front room is mostly unharmed. There's a table, a couple of chairs, and a bedframe for one. Joel is moving towards the fallen roof beams and pushes against one. It doesn't budge.

"Well, bad news is that firewood was in the back room. Good news is that I don't think that the rest of the roof is gonna come down on us tonight."

He shoots you a dry grin, but you can see that he's concerned.

"We'll be okay," you shrug. "At least it's safe and dry."

Safe from infected it might be, and somewhat dry, but you realize very quickly that it's definitely not warm. There are no blankets, sheets, or anything, and once your body starts to cool down from the exertions of wading through the snow, you're beginning to shiver despite your parka.

"Try and get some shut-eye," Joel suggests as he sits down on one of the rickety chairs and gestures towards the bare bed. "I'll keep watch."

"I'm too amped up to sleep."

"You won't be for long, trust me."

He's right, and soon you're nodding off in your curled-up seated position against the wall. You're worn out, the fatigue pulling you down and under, but your shivering muscles are still keeping you awake. The cabin is pitch black, and with the wind howling outside of it you can't tell if Joel is awake or not, until you hear his voice.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

The chair legs scrape against the wooden floor and you hear his heavy, booted steps take the couple of steps from the table to the bed. The darkness moves as he sits down next to you, and you hear him unzip his parka.

"Take your jacket off."

"Wha'?" You're already so cold that you're slurring, or maybe it's the exhaustion that makes you unable to form words properly.

"Take it off."

"'s cold!"

"Skin to skin works best. We'll use the jackets as blankets."

You find yourself huddled up in his arms, his chest surprisingly warm, his legs twined with yours, the jackets covering your torsos as best they can. You're not naked, but he's in his flannel and you're in a t-shirt, your wool sweater draped over your shoulders. Slowly, his body heat seeps over into your limbs, and you stop shaking. Still, your body is stiff, and you're wide awake.

You have never been so close to him before.

You have wanted to be this close to him for a very long time.

You can smell his sweat mixed with pine, crisp and fresh, like a forest lake on a fall morning when the dew lies heavy over still waters. He doesn't move, except for a ligh rise and fall of his chest, yet you sense there is as much going on underneath the surface as there is within you. You can barely breathe for fear of breaking whatever spell it is that has you so securely wrapped in his strong arms.

You want to say something, tell him that even though the conditions aren't exactly ideal, you're happy you're here, with him. Or just tell him that he's warm. He feels safe. He makes your heart jolt.

You don't. You try to sleep instead, finding it impossible. You're beginning to feel uncomfortable and want to change positions, but you're unwilling to move. The wind is still howling outside, the air around you is cold, but underneath your jackets, so close to Joel, it's warm.

He was right about skin to skin, but what really warms you up is when he finally kisses you. And what happens after that keeps you warm for the rest of the night.

Finally, you sleep better than you ever have before.

#asks #fic asks #fastandfeminist #the last of us fanfic #joel miller #joel drabble #i don't know if i followed the prompt with this one #but enjoy

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yunhoiseyecandy · 4 years ago

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ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ (ᴍ)

✕ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏɪꜱᴛ!ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✕ɢᴇɴʀᴇ — ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

✕ᴡ.ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟹.𝟶ᴋ

✕ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ — ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ / ᴛᴜɢɢɪɴɢ, ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ

✕ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ — ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ

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the familiar smell of cigarettes hit your nose as soon as you stepped into the small shop, the bell at the top of the door ringing throughout the room as the door closed behind you.

"might as well interview for a job here at this point, y/n."

a smile crept it's way up your mouth at the voice, eyes making contact with another pair in front of you. "yeah well, it sucks that I already have a job. but thanks for the offer, san."

the pen in his hand tapped in tune with the music playing from the speaker on his desk while he filled out some paperwork, his eyebrows knitting together when he saw you were about thirty minutes early.

"what's up? I'm pretty sure your appointment was at 5:00 pm, not 4:30," san said, standing up out of his chair so he could lean on the countertop in front of you. "lucas doesn't come in until then."

your head tilted in confusion as your eyes flickered to your watch. dammit, he's right.

you were more than positive you had the right time, and now you're nothing but annoyed at the small slip-up. "fuck, I could've sworn it was already past five when I left."

your arms crossed over your chest as a high pitched laugh left san, his hand coming down to slap the counter when he saw the glare you sent his way.

"well, you might want to get that watch checked out, babe." you wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk off his lips, jump over the counter and strangle the boy to death, but you knew he'd only watch as you struggled to do so.

just then, one of the rooms in the back swung open as someone walked out, another guy who you assumed to be a new artist here leaning against the door as he wiped some sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt.

woah, you thought, he's kinda cute. you couldn't help but bite your lip while watching as a small smile played on his lips, eyes fixed on his arms when they flexed while opening a door for the other guy to leave.

you watched as he strolled over to where you and san were, the leather pants he had on fitting his thighs too well, and the black shirt he had on leaving barely anything to the imagination.

his hair was messy, and you could tell he pushed it back a lot. just as that thought came to mind his hand came up to push the hair out of his eyes, and it's then that you saw the dark eyeshadow that he had on.

black eyeliner and eyeshadow, leather pants— he was the whole package, and you couldn't tell if it was him that was making it hot in here, or the lack of air conditioning-

all this time you didn't realize san was holding back more laughter as he watched you drool over the new employee, ushering him over secretly just to mess with you.

the smirk that painted san's face never left as the tall man walked over, eyes low and dark and it gave you the impression that he must've been tired. "oh hey, yunho, how'd your last session go?"

yunho, that was his name

yunho sighed as he craned his neck to the side while his hand rubbed the tense muscles harshly, "it went good, but god is my back being a pain today."

your eyes continued to drink in yunho's appearance, finding it hard to look away for more than a minute.

you couldn't help but notice the size difference between the two of you, and it was hard not to think about what other things could be even bigger.

"oh sorry, I should introduce you two," san said, walking to where you two of you were standing and his hands gesturing to both of you as he spoke. "y/n, yunho — yunho, y/n."

you weren't exactly sure how to respond to san's actions, but you just decided to go along with him and send an awkward nod yunho's way.

he smiled, well more specifically half smiled back to you, and you couldn't help but admire the tongue piercing that his tongue had. you'd always admired people with such a pain tolerance, never truly being able to handle things like that.

"nice to meet you, y/n." he said, being very discreet at checking you out while your eyes trained to the ground. he thought it was adorable when your ears reddened slightly, making it hard for him not to blush himself.

and as much as you wanted nothing more than to talk to the hot guy in front of you, you really needed to get this tattoo done before you had to leave for work later that night.

your hands shoved themselves into the pockets of your shorts, "oh, I forgot to tell you y/n," san started, "lucas just texted me saying he won't be able to make it today, and recommend you pick someone else to do the tattoo for you."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes in annoyance at his words, already mad at yourself for being early but now being more than pissed off.

and maybe it was because he'd later on tell you that the guy you'd been drooling over would substitute for your usual artist, leaving you a embarrassed mess the whole session.

but who knows

he was precise with everything, and you never would’ve thought watching someone handle something with such precisions could be so attractive. you could tell he took pride in what he did, and you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing while being alone in this room with him.

though, you will admit that no matter how focused you were on the man in front of you, the pain of the needle poking your skin was far too much to distract you from where you currently were.

this wasn’t your first time getting a tattoo, so you weren’t quite sure why your nerves were shot, but you had a couple reasons that might explain why you were extra squeamish today.

yunho noticed the way you would tense up whenever he placed his empty hand on your knee to sturdy himself, and he couldn’t help but chuckle whenever your thighs closed together at his soft touches.

in fact, this whole time he’d been working on you he had to force his eyes back onto what he was working and tell himself repeatedly to keep everything professional, and not cross any lines.

he hated how he was acting, like some teenage boy who’d just discovered porn for the first time. his cheeks reddened as he saw you bite your bottom lip, thinking about how sweet you must be, and he wanted nothing more than to throw the tattoo machine across the room and spread your legs wide open while he takes you raw.

he knew it wasn’t just him thinking like this, and he smirked whenever you licked your lips when he moved a certain way, the veins on his arms becoming more prominent with every passing second.

“and.. done.” he said, placing the gun on the small table next to him before he grabbed one last wipe and slowly dragged it along your tattoo to get any access ink. he stood up hastily, taking his gloves off and rolling his wrist in circular motions.

in this moment, you didn’t care about the fresh moon that painted your skin, and more about how big he looked compared to where you sat, his chest barely fitting in his shirt. “it looks amazing, really.”

he turned around to face you, smiling and drying his hands with a paper towels. he stepped closer to you, steps short but long as he leaned down, “gotta throw this away, baby.” he said and tossed the paper into the bin right next to your legs.

you held your breath when he pulled back, your eyes locking with his while his breath fanned your face. his cologne was intoxicating, it was like you were floating, almost a euphoric feeling. “did you need anything else?”

maybe it was because of all the sexual tension that you pulled the collar of his shirt towards you and pressed your lips against his, but you couldn’t think about anything else but his taste.

he tasted like strawberries, and you think you remember him putting some strawberry chapstick on before he started your session. his lips were soft, felt like cushions against your own, and you let your tongue slide over his bottom lip before slowly pushing into his mouth.

yunho pulled away to catch his breath, "fuck, are you sure you want to do this? san's right outside and can hear us-"

he was adorable, you had to admit, the way his ears were burning and how he touched you hesitantly. but you wanted him to know that you were in this fully, so you wrapped your legs around him while slowly grounding into him so he could catch on.

you could feel his cock through his ripped jeans, and you loved the way it felt against your clit through the fabric of your underwear. "you're so big,"

it was like a wave came over him, sending a boost of confidence his way when you moaned into his mouth. "yeah?"

you hummed into him, fingers tugging the hair on the back of his neck. yunho's hands ran up and down your thighs before pulling away.

"I wanna feel those pretty lips around me, baby." he said, backing up against the counter in front of you. your eyes ran down from where his hands were undoing the buttons on his shirt, wide while slowly roaming the bulge over his pants.

once his shirt was open, his hands moved down to slowly grope himself while looking keeping eye contact with you. "what're you waiting for?"

never have you felt such heat rush through your body, the white underwear you had on had to be more than soaked through by now.

without any hesitation, you rushed to get on the ground infront of him, sliding your hands up his body and unbuttoning his pants while kissing his clothed thighs.

his fingers grabbed ahold of some of your hair, gliding through it and gripping it harshly. the view beneath him was too hot, and it was starting to get hard to grasp a full breath of air.

once you finally managed to pull his pants down, you placed your hands on either side of his underwear and pulled it down.

you don't think you've ever taken someone so big, let alone give head to something the size of your face. you gulped, licking your lips and giving a small lick to the head of his cock.

"f-fuck" he stuttered out, chest heaving as he watched you taste him. it was such a small touch, but just enough to have him begging for more.

slowly, one hand came to hold his length closer to your lips, and you licked a long stripe up the underside of him to test where he was most sensative.

and as you expected, once you reached he slit his hips buckled up into your mouth, forcing his head to slip past your lips. "just like that, so good."

it wasn't long before both his hands tangled in your hair while one of your own was on his thigh, pacing yourself with every harsh thrust he gave your mouth.

you could feel the way his cock twitched if you sucked harder, and you wanted nothing more than to have him cum in your mouth. but before he could, he pulled out completely and stuck his thumb in your mouth.

"no, baby, I wanna cum in your pussy before anything else."

you moaned around his finger, surprised when he pulled it out of your mouth and pulled you up by your chin, turning you around and bending you over the work table.

"I'm not gonna lie, y/n." he pulled your shorts down your legs, moving your panties to the side, "I knew I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw these pretty shorts."

he stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them with his spit and spreading your legs before sliding them over your pussy. "and when I saw the bow on your underwear? I fucking lost it."

you but your arm to keep any noises inside, not wanting anyone to walk in right now. "ah, please-"

he smirked, slowly pushing the digits in to make sure it wouldn't hurt. "god, you're so warm and wet."

you felt his fingers curl up inside you, and your back arched with anticipation. he was moving too slow for your liking, and you were starting to get impatient.

"yunho, please. I need you." you're not one to beg, but right now you're willing to do anything to feel him inside you.

"all you had to do was ask, love"

yunho pushed himself deep in you, and it took all the willpower in your body not to scream. "oh fuck,"

he groaned as you clenched around him, moving his hips when he felt your body ease into his touch.

your hands gripped the edge of the table under you, nails scraping the paint on the underside of it while it pounded into you from behind.

with every thrust he gave you, his hips slammed the backside of your thighs, making the room fill with sounds of slapping that only added to the lewdness of the situation.

you could feel all of him; the veins that ran on the underside of him, the tip of his cock whenever he'd graze that sweet spot inside of you, and the way his nails dug into your hips when your cunt squeezed him especially right.

"so good," yunho groaned, his head falling back when he caught a reflection of your face in the mirror infront of him.

your eyebrows were knit together, mouth wide open while silent please and begs left your mouth. and every now and then he caught a glimpse of your cleavage whenever your shirt bunched up at the top

you couldn't take it anymore, it was all too much. "g-gonna- gonna cum-!"

he couldn't help but chuckle at the whine you let out, "yeah? go ahead, cum all over my cock like the slut you are."

your eyes closed tight, back arching into the table and your whole lower half went numb as you came around him.

not being able to handle how hard you were clenching around him he gave your sensative body two more thrusts before pulling out and cumming all over your back.

you lay there in a daze, not paying attention to the shuffling behind you.

"maybe you did need something else, huh?"

[ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ]

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ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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@hanatiny , @multidreams-and-desires , @latte-fairytaekwoon , @vocalyunho , and @galaxteez

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

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kokakku · 3 years ago

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NSFW alphabet- Seiji Yoshida

CW: mentions of prostitution, CSA, trafficking, weapons

Note: Sei is bisexual and very much a switch

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Generally he's pretty good! depending on his state afterwards, he'll grab his partner a wet towel and some water and offer them the shower or food. If not, he's content to stick around and cuddle a bit if that's what they want. Maybe watch TV or a movie or something.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Of his own: definitely his hands, long pretty fingers and well manicured and sometimes painted nails, nimble but strong from years of detailed art projects and playing the piano.

Of his parters: it's pretty conditional honestly, just depends on the person he's with, but he does like leaving marks on their neck or thighs

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not super picky about where he cums, he likes the feeling of filling someone, but he also likes the look of it splattered accross someones skin. When he's the one getting fucked though? He likes to be filled.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't really have any, he's fairly open about sexuality and what he wants. Though there's things he's not as willing bring up if he doesn't have a good prior relationship with his partner. Things like knives, blood, bondage, etc. Those are things he's more likely to do with "friends."

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

There's not exactly an easy non-painful way to explain this. Seijis first sexual experience was when he was....very young...and from 13-17 he was an "escort" for the rich and powerful. Once he got away from that, he continued to use his sexuality to get information and to get close to targets, and does so to this day. So, basically, he's very experienced. He turned what hurt him into a weapon.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Not picky and doesn't really have a favorite, though he does like missionary because it's best for marking/getting marked up. He also likes bending someone over something as well as getting bent over something himself.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Honestly he's not super goofy in general jshdjd. His sense of humor is pretty dry and sarcastic and it doesn't usually leak over into the bedroom, though it could probably be coaxed out of him just a little bit with a silly enough partner

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Like every other aspect of his looks, he's well groomed, keeps a decent enough patch of hair down there but it's kept trimmed. Jet black and thick just like the hair on his head

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, conditional. But he can be very romantic and intimate when he feels like it. Other times, sex is just sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really do it often, should he get particularly horny he could usually just find a fwb that's willing to come over or let him come over. When he does occasionally jack off, he either takes his time or just gets it done, no real in between.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

MARKING, bondage, knives, choking, rough sex, sex with multiple people, collars, HAIR PULLING, semi public, somnophilia, honestly the guy doesn't have all that many hard limits

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers a bed or couch of some kind for the sake of comfort

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Making out, teasing, pulling his hair while making out. and honestly a good tussle will get him going, he likes the power struggle.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not degrade him, please. It's a big trigger for him to be called a slut or a whore, he'd only allow it from someone he trusted. Other than that, pretty standard no's like bathroom stuff.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He actually prefers giving, though he more than likes to receive. He thrives on reaction, and he's damn good at oral with both male and female genitalia so you bet your ass he's getting reactions.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends what he's feeling or what his partner wants! Though if he HAD to pick fast and rough or slow and sensual, he'd likely pick the latter

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them, they're convenient. But he'd much prefer a longer session.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said earlier, he doesn't have many hard limits, he's down to try almost anything if he hasn't done it already. That being said, there isn't much he hasn't tried lmao.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Again, conditional. Generally though he can go a good two or three rounds. how fast he lasts just kinda depends on what he's doing, whos being fucked, etc etc

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few dildos/vibes of varying sizes, and a fleshlight or two. He generally prefers to just go fuck someone but he's not against treating himself with his toys. He's also more than happy to use them on a partner if they'd like him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Massive tease, he loves getting a reaction out of people and he loves testing how far he can push before he's pushed up against a wall or has someone begging him to screw them. He doesn't mind being teased either, he'll push right back until you're both frustrated enough to go at it like rabbits.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not usually super vocal but he can get there. Typically he moans lowly, broken up by whines and whimpers here and there. It's fairly quiet and he'll muffle his voice in his partners neck or in the pillows, he moans the loudest when he cums.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

100% hhas gone to a (SAFE AND ORGANIZED AND CLEAN) orgy at least once and would do it again

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

just above average in length, average in thickness, pale and pretty just like the rest of him with a blush pink tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a fairly high sex drive but really doesn't mind going without sex, he'll manage. He's got crazy good self control and if he gets too horny to function he'll just go get off or find someone to fuck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Seiji has Chronic Sleepy Bitch Disorder and falls asleep pretty much as soon as he's sure everything and everyone is good and stable and alright. Depending on the person and his relationship with them, he likes to cuddle while he sleeps.

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gureishi · 4 years ago

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I'm the same anon who asked!

Could you talk about Saeran? It doesn't need to be detailed or NSFW, I'm good with anything, I just want to know more about your headcanons!

Hello again lovely anon! ♡

Oops aaaand once again (no surprise, I know): it’s long. I just wanna preface this one with a couple things:

1. There are quite a few Certified Saeran Simps on this site who truly know him much better than I do. Take whatever I say with a grain of salt—I’m no expert!

2. I’m also not an expert on DID! Which isn’t the focus of these HCs, but is obviously relevant. I read lots of books! About brains n stuff! But please never hesitate to tell me if I describe something poorly.

3. I wrote for the AS timeline here but if you want me to talk about SE Saeran or Unknown tell me and you know I will <3

Tw: discussion of childhood abuse, neglect, and subsequent trauma symptoms

Saeran’s body headcanons

A child who grows up the way Saeran did—kept indoors, often physically restrained, and sometimes starved—is not going to develop in a healthy way. There’s a reason why, even as an adult, Saeran is a full 2 cm shorter than his identical twin: he never gets the nutrition and exercise that kids need in order to grow.

We know that his mother uses his sickliness as an excuse to keep him indoors: but was he born sickly, or is he sick and weak because he’s been malnourished and kept from running or playing or interacting with other children? He breathes stale, dry air all day; he’s living on mostly white bread, and not always at regular intervals (plus whatever sweets his brother can steal for him from the outside world). He is not well.

Child Saeran never learns any sports or games. He doesn’t learn how to play with other children, or tie his shoes, or make himself a snack. Adult Saeran doesn’t know how to skip—you’ll have to teach him.

If the twins didn’t have each other, neither one of them would have survived.

And as we know, the neglect that Saeran endures worsens tenfold after Saeyoung leaves. Any glimpses he was getting of the outside world—sneaking out when their mother was unconscious, getting whatever snacks and books Saeyoung could gather for him at church—are cut off.

I’m not gonna tell you when the alters appear, because I am by no means an expert on DID. From studies I’ve read, I can say that typically alters become manifest after a “traumatic turning point” (which is not necessarily the “worst” trauma endured, but simply a particularly salient traumatic experience). It’s definitely possible that the alters emerge in late childhood, while he is still in the house with his mother.

When Saeran is taken from his mother’s home by Rika and V, he is (needless to say) not in good shape. He is painfully skinny, extremely malnourished, and very weak. He still has his red hair and golden eyes, but already he is looking less and less like his brother: his cheeks are hollow and his eyes are dull.

There is a brief period of time, before his “cleansing” (Oh god. We’ll get there), where he is reasonably well cared for. For the first time in his life, he is eating meals—and he is getting to bathe regularly, and he is getting his hair cut and combed. He still believes, at this time, that he’ll be reunited with his brother. And he is going outside! He is learning how the grass feels between his toes and how the sky looks through clear eyes.

As we know: this doesn’t last.

The elixir is a truly horrifying combination of hallucinogenic substances. No human could consume this cocktail of drugs repeatedly and feel well: and Saeran is already physically weak, and severely underweight. The fact that he survives as long as he does under these conditions is a miracle.

We know that he is being tortured at this time, too: physically as well as emotionally. Saeran has scars, like his brother; while Saeyoung has lots and lots of tiny scars all over his body, Saeran has larger, more distinct scars: perhaps on his wrists, and his throat, and his ankles.

It is around this time that his eyes and hair change. The means by which this happens is incredibly vague in-game, and everyone’s individual HCs are valid. My personal belief is this: he dyes his own hair—first, in a frenzied, desperate attempt to stop seeing his brother looking back at him from the mirror. He keeps dying it because Rika approves: and he never does a good job, and it’s rough and fried, and that “pink” at the bottom? Just the red showing through his patchy dye job.

As for his eyes: I personally believe they change as a result of the elixir. If they were contacts, I don’t think that GE Saeran would necessarily still wear them—and in every timeline, he has those startling blue-green eyes.

The alters take care of the body in different ways.

Ray does not feed himself. He lives on caffeine pills and sweets (and, of course, the concoction of drugs that he’s being fed in increasingly large amounts). The body becomes even skinner when Ray is fronting. And he bites his nails and fingers—brutally, so they are chapped and cut and scarred. But Ray goes outside, and he works in the garden under the sun: his body is getting some form of exercise: and this is good for his lungs, and invigorates his weak, tired muscles.

Ray also takes care of his appearance—something Saeran never did before. He brushes and styles his hair; he dresses himself carefully in the clothes Rika has picked for him; he covers himself in beautiful scents so that he is more appealing to you.

When Suit is fronting, he wants to strip his body of anything that reminds him of Ray. So he styles his hair differently (but still: he is styling it), and he tries desperately to wash the scent of Ray off his skin. He doesn’t feed himself, either—but, if any of the alters are trying to become physically strong, it is Suit (of course). I’m certain that the Believers have a workout regime they’re supposed to be following; maybe Suit even does it (on his own, of course, in secret). He knows he needs to be able to protect himself—and he needs to feel powerful.

When you meet Ray, you don’t notice right away just how poorly he is doing. Rika has intentionally dressed him in a way that hides just how bony he is—and he wears those little gloves, of course, so you don’t see his ravaged fingers. But it doesn’t take long to catch on: he is so skinny you could almost blow him away, and there are dark shadows under his eyes, and he doesn’t sound like he’s taken a deep breath in years.

By the time you meet Suit, you already know the state their body is in: malnourished and weak. Ray cooked for you, but you wish you could cook for all of them; and even when Suit is starving you (in other words: reenacting the very abuse that was dealt to him in childhood), you wish you could wrap him in a big blanket and feed him a bowl of soup.

The Saeran that escapes Magenta with you—GE Saeran: the fusion of Ray and Suit (or a new alter, depending on what you believe)—has never made a single choice for himself in his whole life, until this moment. He never got to pick his own clothes, or what he would eat (if he ate at all), or how he would speak, or what he would do. Running away with you is the first real choice he has ever made—and no wonder this is pivotal and transformative for him.

The AE doesn’t portray the timeline of healing in a realistic way. After two weeks, we see GE Saeran so much healthier, both physically and mentally. And yes: two weeks of eating real food and sleeping in a bed make a difference: we see him with fuller cheeks and brighter eyes.

But what the game doesn’t address is the withdrawal he likely endures when he stops taking the elixir, which is full of substances that are both dangerous and addictive. It doesn’t address the time it takes to build up muscle mass, and get accustomed to healthy sleeping and eating habits, and to begin to heal from years and years of repeated trauma.

GE Saeran doesn’t heal right away, because healing doesn’t work that way. It’s not linear, or straightforward, or simple, or beautiful. It’s slow, and sometimes it’s painful.

But he does heal.

A Saeran who is in love with you is soft, and patient, and willing to put in the months and years (a lifetime!) of hard work to heal his body and his heart. You’ll get to watch as the dark circles under his eyes disappear, and his cheeks become less hollow, and his body grows stronger as he cooks (with you, and for you) and eats real meals and learns to run in the grass the way he never did before. He’ll make a garden, and you’ll get to see how he looks with sun on his face, his eyes clear as the sky as he gazes up at you—smiling.

You can show him how to moisturize his dry lips and cracked hands; you can help him pick out clothes he likes to wear; and you will learn how to support him when his memories haunt him.

And you can hold him: this beautiful, small, soft man, with his thin shoulders and scarred fingers. He’ll close his eyes and you’ll taste the sun on his skin as you kiss his eyelashes. He smells of earth and sky; he loves you with all the power of the universe.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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White Lies (Pt. 09 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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For Better Or Worse

You sigh when you find yourself back in a hospital bed, eyes adjusting to the light. Blinking a little, a sharp pain on both your knees make you groan, pushing yourself up.

“Slow down, slow down.” Keanu is suddenly by your side, gently pushing you back down. “You need to rest.”

“I'm alright.” You mutter, a hand coming to lay on your stomach.

“I know, beautiful. But try not to get too agitated.” Keanu caresses your cheek, leaning down to peck your lips. “I'm so sorry about the journalists. I make some calls and I'll have them all fired.”

“No, Ke, don't do that.” Taking his hand on yours. “They were just doing their job, and it's not their fault I'm... Like this.”

“They know about your condition, is all over the news. That was unacceptable.” Keanu is angry. You've never seen this angry before. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you place his hand over your belly.

“I'm fine. We're both fine.” With your forehead touching his, you assure him, keeping your voice soft and sweet.

“I know, I just...” His voice fades, his hand gently rubbing your belly. “When Laura called me I almost lost my mind.”

“Yeah, but I'm here now.” Kissing him again, you hold Keanu close. “Do you think you can take me home? I'm sick and tired of this hospital.” You plead, hoping the doctors won't make you stay.

“Don't worry, they'll discharge you later today. They just need to check if everything is okay with you and the baby.”

“Alright.” Feeling relieved, you lie back down as Keanu settles down on armchair placed next to your bed. “Ke... About earlier today...” Biting your lip, you can't control as your float back to that moment, and you're suddenly a little hot.

“It was yesterday. You spent the night here.”

“Oh...” That sucks. One more night away from home. “Well... About yesterday, I really–”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N).” Keanu cuts you short, elbows on his knees as he looks down before raising his eyes at you. “I shouldn't have kissed you like that. I should've controlled myself and–”

“I really liked it.” Interrupting whatever nonsense Keanu is saying, you speak up. Despite the burn in your cheeks, you need him to know it. “And I... I didn't want you to control yourself.”

“(Y/N), I–” He stops talking when someone comes in, and you look at the door, watching as Dr. Wright comes in.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Reeves.” He says with a smile. “How are you two today?”

“I'm fine.” You answer, feeling as the bed moves up until you're in a half-sitting position. You're tired of this hospital since you're always coming and going for many appointments. “Can I go, home doctor? I fainted because of the questions and flashes, but I feel alright.”

“Don't worry about that. You're recovering well, physically at least, and since your exams came out good, I'll let you go home after we have a little chat, is that alright?” He stands by the edge of the bed, an expression on his face you can't read.

“Sure.”

Dr. Wright takes a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Keanu. You take a look at your husband too, and you wonder if he knows what this is about.

“Mrs. Reeves, we already told you that as times passes, lesser are the chances you'll recover your memories.” He begins, and you immediately sink, looking down at your hands. Of course, you remember it, you just didn't want to think about it. So you pushed everything back, focusing on what's happening now. The pregnancy, trying to fix things with a husband you don't know...

“Yes, doctor. It was one of the first things you told me.” Nodding, you mutter.

“From where we stand now, the brain is healing... So it means that, if absolutely nothing came back until now–”

“It probably won't.” You finish it off for him, trying not to let them notice how your hands are shaking, clenching them into fists.

“Well, there are extremely rare cases, but I can't give you false hopes. And since things have been going well for you, there's no reason to.”

“It's alright.” Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath. “Can I go home now?” Your voice comes out louder than expected, as anger starts kicking in. At what, you have no idea. Probably at yourself.

“Here are the papers.” He hands them over to Keanu, alongside a pen, and you watch as he signs them.

You're silent on the drive home, eyes on the city passing by, heavy gray clouds making everything a little monochromatic. When you get home, you take a long shower, hoping it would help. It didn't. As you come out of the bathroom, you make your way to the window, staring at the rain falling. That makes you finally break, bitter tears rolling down. This isn't fair. With a hand on your heart, you start moving. You need to be outside, you need to do something to get rid of the sadness, growing roots inside your heart.

Rushing through the house, on the tip of your toes not to let Keanu listen, you reach a door on the first floor that leads to the garden on the side of the house. Taking a deep breath, you slide it open, shivering when the cold wind hits your skin. But still, you step forward until the rain is soaking your clothes and hair. But it doesn't make you feel better. It only makes it worse, and you're crying, sobbing.

Your tears are mixed with the cold rain, and it doesn't take much until your soaking wet. But it doesn't matter. You need this. Dr. Wright is right, you won't remember. Nothing has come back. Not in dreams, not in flashes, nothing. When you sleep, your dreams consist of things you learned after. Before the accident, everything is blank. Forever lost. An entire life, childhood, teenage years, gone.

Keanu doesn't want to think much. There used to be a deadline for this lie. Until she remembers. Until she gets her old life back. And he bought the idea. He'd be her husband until that moment, and then, (Y/N) will probably hate him forever. But now... If that day never comes, what will be of them? Of him, whose heart is already on her possession?

Keanu doesn't want to think about that either. About the fact that he's falling for her, drowning in the fake life he built for her sake. As he sits on the kitchen table, looking for something different to cook for (Y/N), his mind takes him back to the day before, when he kissed her in a way he shouldn't have. He knew he had to stop, but he didn't have it in him. She's too beautiful, and she wanted him. At least that's what he thought. The feeling of her hands on him was too much, and if it wasn't for Laura's call, he doesn't know if he'd have stopped at all. His mind was a blur, completely overwhelmed by her.

Putting his phone down, Keanu rests his head on his hands, struggling to push those images away. Her kisses, her touch, her soft breathing. Her. This is driving him crazy, and part of him wants this to go on forever. Keanu wants (Y/N) to be his wife. He wants it to be real. He needs it to be real. He just doesn't know what to do.

A sudden thud makes him look up, and the low yelp that follows has him up to his feet, walking over the source of the sound. His heart almost stops when he sees (Y/N) on the living room floor, soaking wet, sobbing, hugging her knees.

Your thigh burns from the fall as you pull both your knees to your chest. Now, you don't know if you're shaking from the sobs of from the cold. It doesn't really matter. A sudden touch on your back snaps you out of your state and, looking up, you see a very worried Keanu staring at you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” He asks, but you don't have it in you to answer. So you just throw your arms around his neck, an apologize stuck in your throat for getting him all wet. “It's alright, beautiful. It's alright.” He whispers in your ear, softly rubbing the small of your back. “Tell me what's wrong, beautiful.”

“I-I want to remember, Ke...” You mutter, voice all messed up by all the crying. “I haven't had anything. Dreams, flashes, nothing... And I want to. I want to remember my childhood, school, and I want to remember you. Our life together, all of it. And I was trying not to give it must thought because I'm really happy right now, with you but–”

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.” As he speaks, Keanu picks you up, immediately carrying you upstairs. You're holding on to him, hiding your face on his neck, and trying to control the sobbing. He places you down somewhere, and you only notice it's his bathroom when he pulls away. You're seated on the sink, watching as Keanu takes a towel, wrapping it around your shoulders before taking another and starting to dry your hair.

“I'm sorry.” You mumble, finally calming down a little.

“It's alright. You needed this.” He stops before you, a towel in his hands, keeping a certain distance. You're about to question that when you notice he's trying not to position himself in between your legs. Keanu is such a gentleman. “You haven't broken down about it yet, and Dr. Harris warned me about this.”

“I just...” You don't know what to say, so you just take a deep breath, grabbing Keanu's shirt and pulling him to you. You don't mind him being this close. You need him, now more than ever. “If I didn't have you Ke, I... I don't know what I'd do.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel as the towel falls from your shoulders.

“You won't ever have to know.” He assures you, a hand caressing your chin. “For better or worse, in sickness and health. Forever, sweetheart.”

“I'm falling in love with you.” The words come out fast, as you look into his beautiful dark eyes. “All over again.”

His lips break into a smile as he moves even closer, his sides brushing on the inside of your thighs. “I love you, (Y/N).” He whispers before bending down to kiss you.

• • •

The whole sky is coming down tonight as you watch the flashes of lightning that light up your room every once in a while. You've been trying to sleep for quite some time now, but all you manage to do is toss around, uncomfortable. You know exactly what you want to do, but you can't seem to gather enough courage.

Pushing yourself up, you run a hand through your hair. If you don't do this now, you'll just sleep here again. And you're tired of the guest room. Keanu is right there, two doors across the hall, and it's stupid to be here all alone when you can just go there and be with him.

So you swallow your cowardice and move, leaving the guest room and only stopping when you're before his door. He's probably sleeping by now and trying not to wake him up, you carefully turn the handle and push the door open. Keanu keeps it unlocked in case you need him. But the moment your close it behind your back, he moves, getting into a sitting position and eyes easily finding you despite the darkness.

“Sorry... I didn't mean to wake you up.” You have to raise your voice a little to make yourself heard through the small distance and above the sound of the rain. “I just... I think I'm ready to sleep here with you now.” Slowly, you walk to the bed, stopping by the edge. “If that's alright.”

“Of course it is.” He says, and you climb on the bed, still timid, lying down next to him.

You can see his face when lightning crosses the sky, and it makes you smile. Even though you're right next to him, it's not enough. You want more, so you hold your breath as you move, slowly at first, snuggling closer to him. “I-is it alright?” You mumble, stopping suddenly, holding your upper body with your elbow.

“Come here,” Keanu says softly, pulling you down until you have your head on his chest.

That's when you finally feel comfortable, eyes closed as you feel his breathing, as you listen to his heartbeat. “Can I sleep here from now on?”

“You don't have to ask, beautiful. This is our bedroom. And it's great to finally have you here with me.” He places a kiss on the top of your hair and you softly caresses his chest.

“This is good.” A thunder swallows your voice, so you repeat. “This is very good.”

“It is, beautiful.” His huge hand comes to your belly, gently rubbing it. “It is.”

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