#how am i meant to get out this energy. surely i'm not expected to just Hold Onto all this

[sapsolais]

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[peachsayshi]

PEACH YOUR BABY DADDY!SUKUNA.....

He distanced himself bc he's not a good guy, he's got a shit job, can barely pay child support but he does what he can. And he always looks after your daughter when you're busy, takes every moment to be with her that he can, even tho he knows that you're the more capable parent. You were always too good for him, and he was your bad boy fling, your mistake.

"I think you love momma more." His daughter told him, bless her unfiltered thoughts. She was probably right. Somehow, after all this time, he still found you completely stunning. He felt guilty for the way he treated you, seeing you persevere and thrive as you've gotten older. If anything, you got more beautiful with each passing day, and he couldn't be happier that his child was being raised by you, even if that meant he had to be out of the picture.

"maybe I do." He chuckled, a tinge of regret to his words. He remembered the ways he hurt you, the look on your face when he made you cry. His selfishness. It was always his selfishness that got in the way. "But I'm not good at it."

// brutally soft // III. 

baby daddy!sukuna x reader 

tags: non curse au; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different; mentions drug use and drinking; mentions cheating; sukuna being soft; unrequited love; angsty | | read this for more context & this & this

note: (I am so sorry this took me so long to respond to) but!! you don't get to leave something like this and not expect me to sweetly return the favor by meddling with your feelings the way you did mine. because holy shit, nyx, just hearing sukuna say "I'm not good at it" in a hushed, sad voice made me want to take my own ribs out.

dni if your blog is blank / ageless / or are a minor

"mama! guess what!" your daughter says. "I have a secret!"

you smile to yourself because she always has a secret to share these days. little, innocent things that capture her attention which seem worthy of keeping confidential.

"you know," you say as you help her into her dress. "you're not supposed to tell secrets when you have them..."

"but I tell you everything, mama!"

you lift her up in your arms, the weight of her body getting heavier by the day and reminding you of how fast she's growing.

sukuna is taking her to visit her uncle yuji, and she has been over the moon about it. you place her on the seat of her vanity, and proceed to fix her hair since sukuna will be arriving in twenty minutes, and you want to make sure that she's all set once her dad gets here. you giggle at her response, "okay, okay, what's the secret?"

she looks at you from the mirror's reflection and covers her mouth as she chuckles.

"hey, what's with the sly face?" you prod, holding a chunk of her hair gently between your palm.

"do you know ms. kiko?" she asks, referring to her pre-school teacher.

"mhmm, what about her?"

she giggles again. "well, she told told mrs. chiyo that she thinks daddy is cute!!"

your heart thumps. oddly.

you're not immune to the way that the women look at the father of your child. it's the same alluring, seductive energy that drew you to sukuna in the first place.

but it's been years since you've both been intimate together in any capacity, you're sure that he's probably got someone on call if and when necessary. considering he has more spare time than you do without a child running around, you're pretty sure that sukuna is satisfied with whatever situationship he's in. you've learned to swallow the discomfort of the idea of sukuna with other women. just like how you had to bury the hurt of the very one who tore your relationship apart.

you hum at her observation, your fingers idly braiding her hair.

it's not like you were single anymore either. you've been casually dating a lawyer on and off. it wasn't serious per se, but it wasn't a fleeting relationship where it made you feel like you were entirely free of the attachment.

he's even met sukuna at this point.

granted those dates are few and far between, but you were a single mother who worked full time.

trying to commit to a relationship is hard.

even though, you would love to share all this with...someone.

"anyway, I had to warn daddy to be careful..." your daughter interjects.

"warn him?" you repeat with a smile, her choice of words adorable.

"yeah! so, I told daddy that ms. kiko was in love with him, and asked him if I should tell her to stop..."

"stop?"

"being in love with him!" she responds with a grimace.

that makes you laugh. "and why would you do that, hmm?" you question gently for fun.

"because I know that daddy loves you more, mama!"

your heart thumps again, harder this time. so hard you feel it nearly knock the wind out of you. you clear your throat to ease the apprehension while your daughter kicks her legs with anticipation.

"and how would you know that?" "because," she insists, "daddy told me that he loves you more than anyone else in this world"

her words spill out of her, a glass of water that's been carelessly knocked over. you scrunch your brows as each word registers into your brain, soaking over your to do lists and mental checks.

"what?" you whisper as you stare at this little girl who has already carried on the conversation.

"after me, obviously," she presses - because no one can take her place when it comes to the love that you and sukuna both give her.

"wait-wait..." you say a little breathless, your hands suddenly trembling as you do your best to finish the job you started. "what did your daddy tell you? I didn't quite-"

"he said he loves you more than anyone else in the world..." she repeats, her focus on the rogue hair brush that sits at her small vanity. "so, yeah, that's why I asked daddy if I should tell ms. kiko to stop saying he's cute..."

"your...your daddy is just being silly..." you murmur, trying to underplay the statement. you slip the hairband around her second braid to secure the style in place.

impossible, you think. that's impossible.

so much time has passed between you both.

you buried that part of your past long ago.

left it and refused to look back-

"nu-uh. he said that I don't have to say anything to ms. kiko. that it's okay because he loves momma more, anyway. but daddy also told me once that he's not that good at it," she adds on, her fingers picking at the bristles of her bright purple brush, "whatever that means..."

"when did you and your daddy have this conversation..."

the realization hits her then, and she stares up at you before covering her mouth. "oops," she states, glancing from side to side, "I pinky promised daddy I wouldn't tell you that..."

before you can fish out anything else from her, she hops off her seat, her feet pattering away as she moves across the room towards her pile of plushies.

"who should I take with me?" she says loudly, brushing aside the fact that she said far more than she should. she stands with her hip jutted out and her finger pressed against her lips, her back facing you.

you have to lean against her closet to steady yourself. you do your best to rationalize sukuna's words, trying to decipher the pieces in this game of whispers.

your mind flashes to the horrid break up five and a half years ago. a memory that exists hazily in the back of your mind, to the moment of you standing in sukuna's dingy old apartment holding a lacy white bra between your fingers.

it was not yours.

"what is this?" you gasped, your breath straining as your chest rose and fell with unease. "what the fuck is this..."

it's the only time you've ever seen sukuna panicked.

your memory only captures his words in blurs.

of him drinking too much.

way too much.

of him not waking up alone but swearing that he thought he was was you.

of him not recollecting his own thoughts because he blacked out that night.

of him being just as shocked when he realized the warm body next to him was not his girlfriend.

he begged you to forgive him.

"Baby, I swear. I fucking swear I will clean up my act. I-I'll never fucking drink again. Fuck, I went too far last night. One of the guys was passing around these pills I shouldn't have fucked around with them..."

you couldn't.

you couldn't accept any of it.

you already tolerated so much with him.

the drinking, the recreational drug use, his inability to keep a job, and him nearly ending up in jail for causing fights.

but you saw so much more in that man - and yet, he proved you wrong.

this betrayal spoke volumes.

this betrayal proved to you that you were expendable to him too.

that you just weren't that important.

that shadow of that man doesn't exist anymore. not with this new version of sukuna in your life.

he almost makes you forget the past. this man; your daughter's sunlight. her knight in shining armor. the source of her joy.

he may not have been good at loving you, but that little girl has him in the palm of her hand.

and he loves her with all his might, it feels like his absolution.

"mama?" your daughter calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

she's standing right in front of you now, holding a rabbit plushie in one hand and a penguin in the other.

"can I take both?" she asks innocently, her wide eyes glittering brightly as she remains oblivious to your own personal drowning.

"n-no," you stammer out, and affectionately poke the small dimple in her cheek. "just one, my love. we all know your uncle yuji will have more for you when you see him..."

her eyes widen, "that's right!" she exclaims, "he always finds the best and softest ones!"

the bell rings, and you abruptly stand on your feet.

your throat tight, your stomach fluttering.

"daddy's here!" your daughter cheers, and instantly runs out of the room.

you pick up her weekend bag and sling it over your shoulder. you pause and exhale softly, telling yourself to relax before following in her footsteps.

sukuna's deep voice greets you first.

"look at these braids on you..."

you find them both at the foyer, your daughter already scooped up in her father's big, muscular arms. his hand is tugging at one of her braids and she's smiling wildly in his direction.

he's wearing an oversized leather jacket, the fit only bulking up his stature. your daughter is gripping his black tee between her hands, and she yanks it gently before asking: "can we go now?"

sukuna smiles and your spine shivers.

age has done wonders for him too.

"easy, princess, let me say hi to your mom first..."

your fingers grip onto the strap of her weekender bag nervously. you don't know why you suddenly feel very aware of how you look.

of the fact that you're completely barefaced and running on five hours of sleep. that your choice in clothes is a pair of unflattering sweats and hoodie which has some coffee stains on it. you desperately need to wash your hair, and are due for a manicure appointment.

sukuna turns to face you, "hey you, I didn't notice you standing there..."

you clear your throat again, "hi! sorry...I uh-I didn't want to interrupt..."

sukuna adjusts the hold on your daughter, allowing you to approach him as he couldn't take off his boots.

"she all ready for me?" he asks.

"mhmm" you answer quietly, at a complete loss for words because all you can hear is "daddy said he loves you more than anyone else in the world."

you hand off the bag to him, which he takes with ease.

"it's not too late to join us," he offers, but you give him a small smile and shrug of your shoulders.

"trapped with work unfortunately,"

sukuna glances in your daughters direction, "I tried..."

she pouts your way. "you sure, mama?"

"yeah, my love, I am sure."

you slide into sukuna's frame, doing your best to carefully not touch any part of his broad canvas. you stand up on your tip toes and place multiple kisses on your daughter's cheek.

"I love you and I am going to miss you like crazy these next two days," you state sweetly, feeling her wrap her arms around your neck to give you a hug and a kiss in return. "promise me you'll be on your best behavior..."

"I promise!!" she answers.

you find the courage to meet sukuna's soft eyes, the ease on his face doing nothing to help your shattering state.

"I guess you're both set then," you say with a sigh.

he furrows his brow at your tone, and leans forward to make direct eye contact toward you. your lips part slightly at the close proximity of his face with yours, and he tilts his head like a curious cat before asking: "you okay?"

your heat burns so naturally. your heart ready to climb it's way up your throat. you blink back in surprise at his question, and stutter out a "I-I'm fine..."

"you sure?" he presses as he casually stands upright again, like he didn't just pop the bubble of your personal space. "you seem a little off..."

"I am okay," you reassure with a firm nod, before dropping your gaze down at your feet as you shift your balance. "I-I just have a lot on my mind today is all..."

there is a gentle tap just underneath your chin, your attention lifts up to look back at sukuna. his expression is stoic, but you can see the concern in his tense jaw. he taps the space just beneath your bottom lip, your insides turning at the gesture he used to do to you countless times before.

"anything I need to be worried about?" he asks calmly, his choice of words a veil over his obvious unsettlement.

you feel like you really can't breathe then.

your mind spins to when you carelessly kissed him. to when he returned the gesture at your daughter's play.

what seemed so innocent now feels like a serious overstep.

your hand circles around his wrist and you pull him away from you. "I'm fine, Ryomen," you acknowledge politely, trying to keep your words detached but kind.

after you see them both off and shut the front door, you find yourself pressed against the wooden frame. your back weakly glides down the surface until you're sitting on the floor. you bring your knees close to your chest, shaking at the prospect not because you don't want it to be true, but because you are terrified of allowing yourself to even open your heart to sukuna again.

he broke you. he hurt you. and yet, he somehow was the only thing that healed those wounds.

he is the reason why you were able to bring your daughter into this world. he treated her with immense love and supported you in every capacity to build this imperfect little family with you.

ryomen sukuna - your dark angel. the source of your deepest pain, and the reason for your happiest joy.

the wall that you've kept between you and sukuna exists as a safety barrier. you can peek over whenever necessary, but it doesn't mean you ever have to cross that boundary.

and yet, you've caught yourself with the consideration of sitting on the ledge, or maybe even stepping onto the other side.

all it takes for you is to then see the cracks and damages of the past as a reminder of what keeps stopping you.

"get a grip of yourself" you mutter out loud.

you let go of that love. you remind yourself, and you both are better for it.

sukuna is a completely different individual now, and you are in a much happier place than you were before.

the whirlwind romance, the intense passion and addictive excitement fizzled. the sparkle having faded the moment his betrayal was revealed.

maybe your love for each other is just too destructive when intertwined so closely. but existing loosely as small strings, and tethered to the singular entity that lives and breathes because of it...

maybe that should be more than enough for you both.

and you don't know why the thought breaks your heart a little.

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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04: Always The...

One entire week. 

It felt so shitty. At first I was boiling with anger. I mean—how could he? Hayden pushing sex as if it was some sort of expectation made my skin crawl with rage. But the anger settled into regret and regret faded into guilt. 

Even his chewing pissed me off. 

Maybe that night was romantic for him. I mean, I had dressed up and created such an intimate moment. I bathed silently in my anger. His phone, his shoes, his chewing…all those annoyances laid on the tip of my tongue. I didn’t really say anything. How was he supposed to know? 

“Are you good?” Manon asks, looking over at me as she quickly places her gaze back on the street. 

We had been hanging out a lot more. Mainly because I couldn’t fathom facing Hayden and because seeing Matt felt…wrong. 

That night spent with Matt felt good—a little too good. I didn’t feel the same way around Matt as I did with Manon. Maybe that just meant it was a different kind of friendship, but something deep in my gut told me distance was the only way to let my mind be clear. It didn’t seem like it was working though. Distance from Hayden and Matt had only created more tension in my chest. 

“I…I don’t know, Manon. I mean—what am I supposed to do?” My teeth bite into my lip as my eyebrows knit in confusion and frustration. “I can’t tell how much of this is my fault and I…I just…I don’t know how to do this shit but giving up on him feels like giving up on myself.” 

The words seem to trigger her. Manon’s hand reaches out, turning the music down before letting out a huff. “How is it giving up on yourself?” she asks, pushing her sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose as she gives me a quick glance. “C’mon, what he did….it was a little fucked up. You gotta see that, at least.” 

Was it, though? What did I actually want from that night if not to build our relationship? And the one opportunity he gave to do that…I shut it down. Immediately. 

Breathing out with a frustrated sigh, I clench my hands in my lap. “It’s…it’s not that simple. I had basically isolated myself from him—I picked apart every single thing he did! I—I just wish I was capable of being…romantic?. I wish I had it in me to…I don’t know, not try to…” I trail off, escaping the words as my thoughts flounder with muddled regret. 

I push him away. I push everyone away. 

Even Matt. 

Even Hayden.

Even Manon.

Even myself. 

“I’m just—I’m so scared of doing something wrong—-losing something as soon as I get it,” I say.

Sure, it sucked to drown in self-pity. But—wouldn’t it suck more to know what I actually lost? 

The car rolls to a stop as she parks. Manon’s eyes drift over to me with a heavy look, her lids drooping with sympathy as she caresses her hand on my arm. “You can’t live in fear. Look at us—you were scared to talk to me at first,” she jokes.

It was true. She was intimidating, especially when she just radiated a certain kind of energy that most people couldn’t even dream of having. It was calming, yet powerful. 

My lips slide up into a smile as we start piling out of the car and walking into her house. “Manon—can you really blame me?” I remark. 

Glancing back towards me while unlocking her front door, her eyes glimmer with confidence as she shrugs. 

“I guess not,” she announces. 

A breath sigh falls from my lips as I shake my head, following her inside. I hear the click of her shutting the door behind us. The modern, minimalistic house greets me with an intimidating, yet comforting energy. 

“Your house, god—” I trace my finger over the porcelain sculpture, one we had picked out together. The little piece of me in her home brought me more happiness than I was willing to admit. It didn’t exactly fit her aesthetic, the somewhat creepy art stood out like a sore thumb, but we had both laughed so hard when getting it initially. The memory made it beautiful. 

“I just love your house,” I breathe out. 

It was safe here. No jealousy, no parts of my brain trying to compare myself to her like they did on set. 

Manon’s hand clasps on my shoulder as she stares up at me with a soft smile, “It could be our house,” she reminds. 

A dry laugh falls from my lips at her remark. She wanted me to move in. I considered it at times, but I couldn’t. 

And it all laced back to the same thought.

What if it ended poorly? What if the only friendship I had really enjoyed got dissolved into petty arguments? 

Communication was necessary for roommates and obviously–that wasn’t my strong suit. 

“Let’s just do our nails, talk our shit, and watch some shitty TV to feel better about ourselves. How’s that sound, babe?” she teases, leaning her weight on my shoulder. 

Babe. 

I didn’t hate it coming from her mouth. It felt endearing, like a way of saying ‘there’s no pressure.’ 

My smile grows as I link my arms in hers. 

“Let’s get to it, babe.” 

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Manon had convinced me I had to talk to him. The shitty reality TV got drowned out by her incessant chants, all guiding me to here—his doorstep. 

Bringing up a closed fist, I gently knock on the door. My heart hammers against my chest with every knock, seemingly echoing the noise with more pressure as I hear footsteps draw closer. 

It’s just him. This isn’t a fight—it isn’t even an argument.

The creek of the door opening makes me breath hitch in my gut as I see his face come into view—Matt.

“Hey,” I stammer out. 

His face tilts towards the side with a gentle pull of his lips turning upward, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his puzzled eyes. Matt shifts to make room for me as I walk through the threshold. I hear the door fall shut before I feel his hand rest on the small of my back. 

“You ready to talk?” he questions. 

“I…” My gaze hesitantly moves to look over at him. His tone is soft, but his eyes are even softer. “I’m ready to talk,” I affirm. 

A gentle push from his hand guides my steps towards his room. He closes the door behind us. My chest somehow lightens as I let myself fall, sitting on the edge of his bed. 

“So,” he falls next to me, leaning his body onto mine as encouragement. “-talk to me,” he smiles. 

Talk. 

Just talk. 

Things had ended awkwardly that night. Everything was fine until he asked. Mostly because I just couldn’t keep my emotions in check. 

It was embarrassing. 

The second he had pushed about it, a gentle question that wasn’t supposed to seem like an interrogation—I just snapped. 

“What happened? You…I just wanna know what’s going on. Whatever it is—you shouldn’t have to feel like this all the time.” 

His words had poked a hole in my facade. One second I was fine, bubbling with laughter as I just sank into the moment with him. The next…I was mad. Tears clouding my vision reminded me of reality—a reality I didn’t wanna face. And I blamed him. 

I didn’t say anything though. His words got met with silence as we sat on my couch. No matter how hard I urged my lips to move, all that energy got shifted into my anxious thoughts. 

“Hey,” his voice brings me back to reality. I feel his hand hover over my knee before gently falling onto my jeans. “-I’m not gonna judge, okay? I…just wanna be there for you. We’re friends,” he says. 

Friends.

This is just me overthinking. 

Taking a deep breath, I start letting out the brutal words that had calloused over my spine uncomfortably for the past week. 

“I, um–he wanted me to try harder, ya know?” 

Matt nods. 

My lips stick together, my throat tickling as I cough. “I—”

Just talk.

Why can’t I just talk?

The reassurance of his hand on my leg makes my eyes concentrate on the sigh of his thumb swiveling back and forth. It feels good. 

“Hey,” I feel Matt lean towards me, his finger brushing against my skin as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “-take your time.”

There’s no pressure.

Not with him.

It’s Matt.

It’s just Matt.

“I cooked him dinner. He—he was on his phone, he didn’t take off his shoes…I just, I ruined the whole night by letting everything get to me. I just—” My words spool to a heaving breath. 

“Well, why didn’t he think to take off his shoes?” Matt butts. 

My brain stutters over his words. “I don’t know. But—I overreacted. He wanted to have sex—”

“--hold on,” Matt cuts me off, swiveling his body further to face mine. Our eyes meet. I feel a warmth crawl behind my shoulder as he lets out a laugh of disbelief. “-he wanted to have sex when he didn’t even care enough to take his shoes off?” he points out.

“He did after I asked—”

“You had to ask?” 

Oh.

The skirt, the cooking, the effort. 

I was trying. 

He wasn’t. 

Not enough at least. 

“But,” my brain races towards conclusions. But—he’s right. Hayden didn’t even think to take off his shoes. He didn’t think to put his phone down. The man had only thought with his dick. 

“He didn’t want intimacy, he wanted sex. That’s….that’s fucked up,” Matt spits, shaking his head as he looks off towards the ground. 

A week of suffering in silence and tension all for this—one minute talking with Matt and I already felt different. I feel angrier. 

How did I even think this was all my fault?

Matt had done the dishes with me that night. Hayden hadn’t even offered. 

Where was his effort? 

“Oh.” I manage to say. 

Matt’s arm curls around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest. His hand softly caresses the crown of my head. “You are trying. Maybe you’re not the problem. Maybe…actually—no, you aren’t the problem here. I just…I wish you’d see that,” he sighs. 

His words seep into the cracks of my thoughts, infiltrating each doubt with an impenetrable feeling of comprehension. 

I just wanted to kiss Hayden. His lips went to my neck and his hands went up my thighs. It didn’t feel like he wanted me. He didn’t even make me feel safe enough to be that vulnerable. 

“Matt, I…” 

My tongue squirms as my teeth bite gently into the muscle. I don’t know what to say—I don’t know what to feel.

“Let’s just—let’s just talk, okay?” he offers, his fingers tracing circles onto my shoulder. 

“Yeah, let’s just—I mean, why don’t we go for a drive? You deserve to have a clear mind. I can’t imagine how you’ve been feelin’ for the past week,” he huffs. 

My spine straightens as I distance myself to look directly at him. His eyes meet mine with hesitation, wandering around my face as I feel my stomach churn with knots. I can feel something pulling me in. Gravity droops my gaze down to his lips despite my mind screaming at me to stop. 

“We should, um…” Matt trails off as his eyes stare on the lower half of my face. 

Does he feel it too?

Hayden. Fuck. 

My eyes snap open widely as I sit up straight. His arm drops from the sudden motion as he stares at me blankly. 

“Yeah, um—we should go—I, yeah,” I stammer, standing up and starting pace towards the door. 

I feel his hand wrap gently around my wrist, halting my movements as my body whips to face his. The second he looks up at me, I feel every inch of me burn with vicious comfort. 

Is this cheating?

No. It can’t be. I’m not doing anything. I’m not. 

“Are you ready?” I encourage, my feet wobbling for balance as the lightness in my chest floats further. 

Shaking his head, Matt pushes himself up. “I, uh, yeah—do you…do you want a hoodie?” he asks. 

Hayden’s hoodie is in my car. I was cold even coming in, but I just couldn’t put it on. Not without feeling guilty. Now—now I didn’t want to put it on because of anger. 

“Yes please,” I answer. 

Matt’s hoodies have always been softer anyway. 

[bigbootyshortboi]

Hitchhiker Andy (part 1)

(This story is from the reader's pov, contains fetish content, and is meant to be interpreted as M/M gay content. The man in the photo is meant to be Andy, I do not know who he is or his real name)

I've been driving down this road for at least an hour, haven't seen another car for miles, and honestly... I'm glad.

It's been a rough week, I've spent most of this ride crying my eyes out, hoping that once I'm back home with my family, all will be better, all will be good once I'm away from the pained memories of my ex, Axel.

I knew I shouldn't have moved out to the city. Everyone was right to say Axel wasn't trustworthy, that all he'd want from me was 'a hot piece of ass' god, I feel so stupid.

As I was lost in thought, I saw something tall and tan in the distance... is? Is that a guy? He has his thumb stuck out and what looks to be... white boxers in his hand? He's completely naked, but considering he's probably lost and in need, I decide to slow down as I catch up to him. He smiles through the passenger window, seeming relieved as I roll it down.

"Hey sir, are you alright?" I say, trying not to bring attention to the fact he is naked, nor the fact that his body is genuinely mesmerizing.

"Hey man, oh my god, you have no idea how relieved I am that someone finally stopped. Some old lady wolf whistled at me like 20 minutes ago, but other than that, nobody has given me a second look, haha." He chuckled softly, his voice slightly deep, but mostly friendly and warm. "Do you mind if I hop in? Some douche left me stranded here, and I'd like to give 'em a piece of my mind," He smirks before looking behind himself, seemingly at his own ass, "Or maybe something else" He looks back up and me cheekily, grinning ear to ear, he seems to have that golden boy 'can't stay mad at him' energy, it's quite endearing, even if he clearly has mischief on the mind

I notice he's looking at me expectantly, and realize I need to respond "Oh- um... s-sure? I wouldn't want to just leave you here. But can I ask why you're not wearing any clothes... especially when you have those" I point to his boxers and unlock the car door as I do, he hears it click and opens the door, setting his bare, and impressive, ass on the seat of my car. When he looks up at me, his face gets serious

"Some dick nozzle thought it was okay to hook up with me when he was seeing someone, even had the nerve to say they were practically nothing to begin with. I don't mind something casual. Hell, I was the one who messaged him, but I'm no home wrecker. Once I found out, I immediately stopped what we were doing, pulled out, and told him to get the hell out of my tent- hold on-" abruptly, he stopped talking and lifted his right leg off his chair, pointing his ass to the door

BBFRRRRRRRRRTTT

"Ah~ 'scuse me, so I stopped fucking him and told him to leave my camping tent, he was supposed to drive me home but after he packed the camping equipment and our clothes, he drove off all fussy saying 'he'll fix this' before he left me. These undies are his, not mine, wouldn't be able to fit over my big dumper anyway haha, well, i dont know, I guess they're not mind who cares if I rip a hole in them, all well."

I kinda just sit there, shocked. I don't even know what to say. I thought Axel was an ass but whoever decided to leave this fine man stranded and ruined 2 relationships in the process definitely takes the cake. I also can't really ignore the stink this man caused. Sure, the rip was impressive, but DAMN I was not expecting a stench like that, especially after just meeting the guy.

"What's up?" He says, looking concerned. "I didn't mean to like dump all my shit on you, bro. Sorry, yesterday was just HELLA ass for me. Wait, you aren't staying silent 'cuz you got a problem with me liking dudes right-"

"W-what? No no no, I'm actually gay too, and I'm sorry for what happened to you, and that guys partner, dude sounds awful... I-I just wasn't sure what to say"

He smirks up at me and nods, seemingly relieved I'm not some homophobic loser. "Cool, cool. Hey, by the way, do you mind if you take me back where you came? I know it's a long drive, so you can drop me off at the next gas station if you need instead, but I wanted to get some petty revenge on that asshat and he lives back there"

I giggle a little at how hell bent he is to get revenge, I don't know what he's going to do, but considering his smirks and playfulness, I doubt it'll cause real harm "Sure, I'm not in a hurry anyway, home is a long way's out but my fam wasn't expecting me until I called last night so I'm sure they'd be relieved to have more time before I get there" He shoots me a huge, giddy smile

"Sick dude, you're the best!" he reaches over and hugs me tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, I feel his naked body mostly pressing against mine as he reaches across from his seat to mine. I blush at the contact, feeling pretty safe in his embrace, before I feel something in his stomach rumble against mine "Oof, sorry dude, I normally don't like to rip around all the cute guys until I get to know 'em, but those beans from the camper got me fucked-"

BRAAAAMMMP-PRAAAMP-FRRRPT

"Ah, god, that feels good to let out, sorry handsome." He lets go of me somewhat and smirks, somehow both seeming genuinely sorry while also proud of himself as he looks down at me. It was kinda of a wild, maybe a little... erotic? Sensation, feeling his abs rumble against me before he let those meaty blasts out. The stentch was quite strong, and I coughed slightly, but I smiled back up at him "It's alright dude, don't worry" I can feel it in my face that I'm still blushing, the intimacy of this naked man getting close to me, being open with me, being so openly queer, and even the way it felt when he let that gas out on me. It felt so... right, like I was meant to meet him, he seems like a really stand up guy

"Ha, I'm glad, I've known quite a few gay guys who can't stand it when my ass blasts, all the straight dudes find it fun to challenge me to contests though, so it's a fun trade off." I decide to start the car as he sits back down and buckles up, doing a u-turn so we head back from where I came

"Do you win often?" I say, chuckling, I am genuinely curious, it's a weird topic, but he seems proud of it, and he's cute, so honestly, I just wanna hear him speak "Oh yeah all the time, like you hear this shit?"

FRRRRRRRRRRRIPPPPT

"Haha, smell of a champion, dude." He jokingly flexed his muscles and bounce shis pecs at me as he laughs, and I laugh too, giggling like a school girl. "Oh I almost forgot-" he says

"What?"

He reaches his hand out to mine

"Name's Andy." He smiles

"Nice to meet you, Andy!" I smile back "I'm-"

The end of part 1

(Lol I can't tell if I wrote this shit well or not, I was expecting to focus more on farts and less on lore but I guess I got invested? I plan to explore Andy's gassiness more if/when I continue, but I think for a start this was a good balance of just introducing him. Thanks for reading!)

[wileys-russo]

mrs Williamson ficlet

mrs williamson

"done for the week then love?" you smiled at the receptionist linda who addressed you. "yeah thank god. couldn't come sooner if i'm honest! i love them dearly but four days of rain and cooped up energy...i was losing my mind just as much as they were." you chuckled, waving her goodbye and wishing her a good weekend.

tomorrow a public holiday meant a three day weekend for you and you couldn't be happier about it, you and leah already having made plans to make the most of it. first and foremost was date night tonight, you'd left everything to your wife to organise at her hasty insistence so you were excited for whatever she had planned.

the two of you could just eat cereal together in your sweats and you'd still be a happy woman, so long as your favourite blonde was by your side it didn't matter how your time was filled.

you frowned a little in surprise as you switched your phone on and notification after notification began to pour in, and eyes glancing over the countless messages of congratulations your confusion only deepened.

you were expecting, only two and a half months along so it was early days. you hadn't told a single soul you were trying, you and your wife agreeing to keep it between the two of you just in case it didn't work out, and therefore less people to need to break the bad news to.

leah had been nothing but the most supportive life partner you could ever hope for. despite her insanely busy schedule she made sure she was there for every scan, every doctors appointment, every treatment, until finally things clicked and you'd gotten confirmation that it had worked.

once again you'd agreed not to tell people until at least twelve weeks, again hoping for the best and fearing the worst. so with your phone now blowing up with congratulations on the pregnancy you hadn't announced, your head was a jumbled mess.

driving home you declined call after call, from family members, leahs team mates, friends, every sort of person from every sort of social circle that existed within the support unit you and leah had wrapped yourself in.

"what the-" you slammed on the brakes as you tried to pull into your driveway, only to find it full of cars that were not yours or leahs. "god leah what have you done." you mumbled chewing on your bottom lip anxiously as you backed out and parked on the curb.

"leah!" you yelled out for your wife right as you opened the front door, but you didn't get more than two steps inside before you were absolutely swarmed by a small crowd of her arsenal team mates, who were of course your friends as well.

"why didn't you tell us!" "oh my god are you showing yet?" "can we feel for a kick?" "is it a boy or a girl?" "are you finding out? will there be a gender reveal?" "have you got a list of what you need yet?" "have you thought about names?" "i better be godmum!"

"leah!" you yelled loudly over the top of them, pushing through the throng of women who followed after you, still firing question after question in your direction.

"what are these painted on? or does pregnancy affect your hearing?" you felt hands tug at your ears and a familiar voice snicker in your ear as you rounded on her.

"alessia i am pissed off, pregnant, moody and full of hormones. do not fuck around with me right now!" you growled, grabbing the much taller girl by her hoodie and promptly slamming her into the wall.

"where is my wife?" you ordered, your sister immediately pointing upstairs bright blue eyes wide in shock as the rest of the girls fell silent at your outburst. with a huff you let go of alessia, dropping your bag to the floor and storming upstairs.

"leah!" you yelled again, turning into your bedroom and promptly running right into the woman you were after. "hi love. what's wrong? are you okay? is the baby okay?" leah worried, grabbing your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the bed, dropping swiftly to her knees and placing a hand on your stomach.

"firstly; why on earth is there a starting eleven in my living room?" you asked, narrowing your eyes and pushing off her hands. "team bonding night, my turn to host." leah quickly answered, recognizing you were clearly upset and not wanting to make things worse.

"and that had to be tonight?" "yes.." "and why would i have an issue with that leah? i'll give you a moment." "oh my god its date night. baby girl i am so sorry i completely forgot fuck! can you get sympathetic baby brain?"

you knew she was trying to make a joke but the stony look on your face sucked any and all humour right out of the room. "secondly; would you care to explain why my phone is blowing up with congratulations for the pregnancy we haven't announced?" you thrust your screen in her face as she grabbed the phone, scrolling through with a confused frown.

"um...i might have told lia. but she's the only one and that was only a couple of hours ago!" leah winced apologetically as you inhaled sharply and stood to your feet. without another word you grabbed the taller girl by her ear, dragging her out of the bedroom and downstairs ignoring her childish whines.

"walti!" you yelled, the swiss looking up in fear at the tone of your voice, the room of footballers again falling silent as you appeared. you let go of leah who grimaced, standing in front of the group with crossed arms.

"you only told her?" you questioned your wife once more, eyes warning her not to lie. "swear on my life, only lia." the blonde promised as your hardened glare turned to the girl in question. "lia?"

"...i might have told laura." "i told beth." "i told viv." "i told vic." "i told less."

"and i told many, many, many people." your sister admitted with a wince as you squeezed your eyes shut, the room so deadly silent you could hear a pin drop and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"hey gorgeous i'm sure she didn't mean to-" leah fell silent at the withering look you sent her way. "alessia. what do you have to say for yourself?" you asked your younger sister who looked around for some sort of support, all of her friends avoiding her eyes as she opened and closed her mouth.

"um. i'm really excited to be an aunt?" "oh no, the baby doesn't have any blood related aunts." "what do you mean, of course it will?"

"no it won't because i'm going to fucking kill you!" you all but screamed launching yourself at her as leah sprung into action, you only getting one hand on your sister who quite literally hauled her body over the back of the sofa to get away.

"put me down leah i swear to god!" you yelled, thrashing and kicking as your wifes arms locked around your waist and she lifted your shorter form effortlessly off the ground.

with a word the older girl carried you off to the guest bedroom a few feet away, the girls wincing at the foul language which spewed from your mouth toward your sister who peeked over the top of the sofa in pure terror.

"get off me or i'll divorce you!" you growled, your wife quite literally pinning your body to the bed with a soft shake of her head. "i understand you want to murder less my love but i'm so sorry i just can't allow that, i at least need her for the match on sunday. and you need to calm down and then i will let you go and we will go and talk about this."

it took a further ten minutes before you finally stopped fighting her, promising you had calmed with a soft kiss as she let you up, taking your hand and leading you back out to the living room.

"alessia, come here please." you beckoned your sister to join you, in a much calmer tone as the blonde cautiously stepped a little closer. "i'm not going to hurt you, do you want to feel a kick?" you gestured, lifting up your shirt slightly as her eyes lit up.

within seconds she was bending down in front of you, hand reaching out to touch your stomach. though within a millisecond you'd jumped on top of her, wrapping an arm around her neck and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"what the fuck you said feel a kick!" alessia grunted, trying to throw you off as chaos exploded in the once quiet living room, leah trying her best to drag you off as you clung on, choking your younger sister out as she swore and smacked at you.

"yeah big mouth me kicking the living shit out of you!"

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (teaser !!)

the ring doesnt always have to be filled with violence.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

contains; boxer! seungcheol, part-time barista! reader, gamer! wonu, part-time model! mingyu, rapper! vernon, vocalist! joshua (he appears for an open mic scene), they're all in college so college! au, psychology major! wonwoo, art major! vernon, art major! mingyu, business major! reader, business major! seungcheol, hhu playing cupid and matchmaker, no second lead syndrome drama kinda shit bcs i said so, childhood friends to lovers, seungcheol and reader lost contact somewhere in their teen years, seungcheol is an absolute simp for reader, multiple types of tropes to be found, seungcheol is rich (like absolutely filthy rich), same goes to the rest of the hhu (they don't flaunt it like how you'd expect most rich kids to do, just that occasionally reader would have a moment of realisation where she goes 'right, they have the money for that'), reader and her family aren't as rich but are well off enough to have a comfortable lifestyle (working middle class) there's fluff, some occasional angst

mature themes include; sexual tension, making out, lazily making out, fingering, oral (f&m receiving), dacryphilia, cheol is filthy rich and has a filthy mouth to go along with it, corruption kink, marking kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), dom! cheol, sub! reader, light bondage, lots of cussing, etc

a/n; yaho~ ik i've been gone for what, 3 years? but, i am back baby! (read in shane/ryan's voice from buzzfeed/watcher) and first fic ofc, i'm dedicating it to my beloved husband, cheol <33 this fic basically proves my permanent residence in delululand lmao 🥴

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"you... want me to join your endurance stream?"

a small hum was met with your question as wonwoo took a sip from his can of black monster energy drink. "...but, why..?" you asked, completely confused.

it wasn't as if you didn't like the idea, though you were caught off guard as the only games you've ever played were... well, more catered towards your style of aesthetic. games such as animal crossing, melatonin, a little to the left.

wonwoo's taste in games on the other hand, they were what you'd expect from majority of the male demographic on earth ㅡ FNAF, first person shooter games, he has a huge obsession with chilla's art games (to which you understand why after watching his playthrough of 'the closing shift' and 'night delivery').

the usual horror, thriller and action genre is what you're getting at.

"reason number one, you're pretty. and no, i'm not trying to hit on you," he then proceeded to raise his hand as if he was taking an oath, "i swear i'm not. i meant it as in, who wouldn't want to watch a pretty girl play games? i know your preferred genre of games and mine are two different worlds but, i'm sure we can compromise."

wonwoo surveys both your surroundings, seemingly to check whether the coast was clear; before propping his arms onto the coffee table and leaning forward.

"reason number two being if you join, i'll be able to get seungcheol to join too."

"so, you're getting me to join so you can get cheol to join?" placing a hand over your chest, you faked betrayal, "i feel so hurt that you're only using me as bait, woo."

"hey, i also want you to join, okay?"

taking a sip from your milkshake, you stared at wonwoo, urging him to continue his explanation.

"___, please. i even had the whole process of the endurance stream planned out! i just need seungcheol hyung to say yes, and you're the key to getting him to say yes!"

"woo, you're friends, of course he'll agree! i don't understand how i play a role in this. i'm sure bantering with mingyu, or even trying a 'no cuss' bet with vernon would be enough to get him to say yes."

shaking his head while sighing, he muttered out a "it's not that simple..."

"woo, i seriously don't get it."

"___, i'm going to be extremely honest, okay?"

you shoot the male sitting front of you a confused look, which prompted him to take a sip of his drink.

"this isn't the first time i've done an endurance stream, i'm sure you know that too. and i'm sure you've seen seungcheol join them but, not all the time. you'll notice it's usually gyu or vernon with me and chat's pretty much made it an inside joke that hyung's a rare pokemon sighting on my streams."

you let out a small laugh at seungcheol being called a rare pokemon sighting, which makes wonwoo smile.

"and, as of late, i've noticed that whenever we hung out, seungcheol would be there too. regardless if he had a match the previous night and his entire body is sore."

"but... we're friends, no? why wouldn't he be there?"

"okay, allow me to rephrase that sentence."

"mmm?"

"seungcheol hyung will only say yes if you're there too."

you're mouth opened slightly, shocked and confused. as you tried to process wonwoo's sentence, he added on.

"and this is just my assumption based on what i've observed from the day vernon introduced you up to now."

"you sound like a psychiatrist, woo..."

"i am a psychology student, no?"

"touché. and what have you concluded from your observation, mr jeon?"

"i think seungcheol likes you."

[bluev0id]

PICK A PILE LOVE MESSAGE

Besties, I am suffering from the worst limerence of my life, I can't even sleep lmao I'm channeling all that intense energy into this reading. Pick a photo and see the results!

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1. White, Pink & Saint Mary pendant

You crave love, and you're ready to go after it, whether it's by finding a new partner or working on a current relationship. You desire action and excitement, playfulness, however lately things might not have been going your way, and you're left feeling defeated. The message you need to hear is that you shouldn't give up on what you desire even if others might think differently or you've been left empty-handed for now. However, if you're facing a partner that leaves all the hard work on you and expects you to be the driving force, stand up for your boundaries and make sure you're not being overwhelmed. Move away from whatever negativity is holding you back from living your truth. Understand yourself on a deeper level and don't pity yourself for your past experiences. Good things are waiting for you!!!

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2. Purple, Light Pink & White pendant

There's a deep connection either already in your life or it will start forming in the near future. It's karmic, and it's mature, or at least you'll come out of it a lot more mature than you are now. I see two strong-willed people having their own truth and both wanting to connect yet not being able to allow that necessary vulnerability to shine through, but there's a big potential for something prosperous here. You need to open your eyes. You're smart, you're capable and independent, however, the skills and personality traits that are needed to love and feel another persons soul are quite different. You need to soften up. Even if not for the other persons sake but for your own, just to explore yourself in private. Whatever the situation is, it's not unsolvable. Reconnect with what you truly want here- to keep your powerful image or to form a deep connection.

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3. Red & two Green pendants

Somethings gone wrong... Did you let someone get away, or did you leave too fast, and now you regret it? Perhaps you wanted something beautiful from a connection, but it ended up hurting you instead. You need to move away from that loss. You can't turn back time and do all the right things this time. Instead, channel that energy into something new. If you still think there's hope for you and that person, you do have the power to fix things in the future if you let go of the hurt you're holding on to and open your heart for a new beginning. If you'd rather have a new beginning with someone else, you have the power to obtain that as well. You should believe in yourself more and stop pondering about the past.

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4. Black and Smiling pendant

Try again. Come on, put yourself out there and try again. You might feel awkward, like dating makes you pretend to be someone you're not or you find it hard to show yourself to new people, don't know where to start and how to act. But in reality, despite all of the anxiety you feel or bad experiences you've had before, you want to be loved and having a beautiful relationship is one of the things in life you crave the most. I'd even say that it is one of the most important aspects in your current lifetime, a major part of your destiny in this reincarnation. And if so, then it will come to you because what's meant to be, will happen and you can't escape it. All you have to do is take one step at a time and you'll get there one day.

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5. Blue, Green & Brown pendant

There is someone wonderful in your life, or they might soon appear, it could also be multiple people who are craving your attention and love. Don't lose this opportunity, don't lose that person or the chances to experience love and beauty just because you don't know what to do, what is right or because you're too focused on yourself. You want this, so why are you letting it pass by? Loving someone won't make you less independent or waste the time you could have been focusing on your career. And if you make mistakes along the way with this connection, that is a part of being human. You're smart, you'll know how to deal with it. Live life a little more, rush even if you're used to moving steady.

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6. Black and two Brown pendants

You're stuck, don't know what to do or how to go about love. One message I'm hearing is that there might be someone who can give you good advice in terms of love and relationships in your life. If you feel like your perception of these things is twisted due to trauma or mental illness, you might even want to talk to a therapist or perhaps watch educational videos about relationships on YouTube, read a book. If you feel like you don't have the time for relationships because of a busy schedule or other priorities then you reading this is already an enough of a sign that you crave love and wish it could be a bigger part of your life. There are ways you can find time for it, just put effort into finding them.

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[libraryofgage]

Life in Miniature (Two)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two (you're here!) Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three

So, I'm not dead, despite any suspicions otherwise lmao; life just got a little wild and I needed a tiny break from writing, but hopefully I'll be back! We'll see! I'm literally on my knees begging my brain so maybe it'll stick lmao

Anyway, this part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi! If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Also also! I actually commissioned a wonderful friend of mine (@gamanyne) to draw Emperor Steve! She also did my current header and icon, so you know her art is fucking peak. Anyway, it'll be attached at the bottom of the fic so have fun getting there

And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"Heard the guard mention you've got some new blood in your display, Ocky."

Octavius glanced over as Jedediah sauntered through the hidden tunnel that connects their displays. It had been built during their admittedly embarrassing courtship, a gift from that time's night guard.

He'd been waiting for exactly this moment, and some of his nervous energy drained when Jedediah stood close enough for their shoulders to brush. He turned to face Jedediah, staying close so he can keep his voice quiet. "Yes, a new battalion and..."

"And?"

"A young emperor."

Jedediah whistled lowly, eyebrows rising as he looked over Octavius's shoulder at the buildings across the display. It was all pillars and domes and aged marble, but newly added splashes of color could be spotted here and there. "He a brat?" Jedediah asked.

"He is my sovereign!"

"Yeah, sure," Jedediah said, shrugging as he met Octavius's eyes, "but is he a brat?"

Octavius felt indignation rise in his chest but quickly subdued it. He knew Jedediah meant well. And then he saw the smirk on Jedediah's face. "Lover or not, I can not tolerate insults to the emperor," he said.

Jedediah hummed and held his hands up in surrender. "Still ain't answered my question, Ocky."

"I don't know!" Octavius finally exclaimed, looking away when Jedediah blinked at his outburst. "Admittedly, I was more focused on seeing you than meeting him."

"Gee, almost sounds like you've got a crush on me, Ocky. That's kinda embarrassing, don't you think?"

"We have done things that would make satyrs blush, Jedediah. Are we not past embarrassment?"

"Still embarrassing," Jedediah said, grinning wider when Octavius finally looked back at him. "Don't worry, Ocky. He's just a kid. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Child emperors do not have the most...positive reputation," Octavius said. He frowned, looking away as Jedediah glanced over his shoulder again. "Many are spoiled and unaware of how politics should be conducted."

"Ocky...," Jedediah whispered, reaching out to tug on Octavius's cape.

Octavius smiled, appreciating the comforting gesture. "Short tempers are also common, and I worry about any palace staff that anger him. They are just as likely to have their head cut off as they are to walk away."

"Uh, Ocky," Jedediah said, tugging on the cape again.

"And perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, but I don't look forward to measures that may need to be taken if my soldiers are terrorized by a, well, as you put it, love, a brat."

"Ocky!" Jedediah shouted, grabbing Octavius's shoulders and spinning him around.

"Ah," Octavius said, a cold sweat covering him at the sight of the young emperor staring at them. Strands of brown hair fell over the golden laurels at his temples to curl around equally brown eyes. He's taller than Octavius expected, nearly reaching his own height, and older, too. He was, perhaps, around 20, meaning he had several years' experience as emperor.

Above all, though, Octavius managed to see the brief flash of...insecurity? Perhaps it was self-directed disappointment and acceptance? Whatever it was, it vanished the next moment as the young emperor pressed his lips into a thin line, rolled his shoulders back, and said, "General Octavius."

Hearing the young emperor's voice finally freed Octavius from his frozen shock. He cleared his throat, placed a fist over his heart, and bowed to the emperor. "Your Majesty," he said, "What can I do for you?"

"You can raise your head," the young emperor said. When Octavius did, he saw tensed shoulders, and he was briefly overcome by the thought that someone so young should not, in fact, look as if they carry the weight of the world. "I intended to have you introduce me to the soldiers, but I see that you're busy."

Octavius cleared his throat and stepped aside so Jedediah was easier to see. He then placed a hand on Jedediah's shoulder and said, "My liege, this is Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and my close companion."

"Woah, woah, cowboy king?" Jedediah whispered, glancing at Octavius like he might be crazy.

"Ah, I see," the young emperor replied, nodding respectfully to Jedediah. ""I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods. I look forward to making your acquaintance at a later date."

"Uh, yeah, acquaintance making and stuff," Jedediah said, nodding back with a strained smile. "I'll be sure to pencil ya in."

"Yes, well," the young emperor replied, his jaw ticking slightly like he wanted to say something but held himself back. "Until then."

Octavius watched as he turned on his heel and walked back to the palace. It wasn't until the emperor was halfway there that Jedediah leaned closer and asked, "He seem a little off to you?"

"Yes, a little."

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Steve glances at Eddie, both to make sure he isn't about to fall off Rexy and just because he wants to. Eddie's hair is a little frizzy and his cheeks are flushed, but Steve assumes that's just from performing in front of such a large crowd earlier.

"So, you are a performer," he says as Rexy makes his way to the stairs. "Who did you apprentice under?"

"I didn't," Eddie replies, frowning slightly. "I mean, I just taught myself. Like, with YouTube and stuff."

"Oh! Yes, YouTube, I have seen many cat videos with Robin. I was unaware there were other kinds of videos available."

Eddie snorts, and Steve thinks it's a surprisingly endearing sound. "Yeah, definitely more than cat videos, Stevie," he says, drumming his fingers along Rexy's skull before asking, "So, uh, you're an emperor...does that mean there's an empress?"

"No," Steve says, glancing away and returning Attila the Hun's wave when they pass him. "I should have, but it just never happened."

"Why not? Is it okay to ask?"

"I don't mind. It was naive and bullheaded of me, but I wanted an empress I actually liked."

"Nothing wrong with wanting love, sweetheart," Eddie says, bumping their shoulders together.

"I agree."

Silence settles over them, and Steve wonders if feeling this awkward is normal. He's never had a problem keeping a conversation going with Robin, and his fathers are plenty good at bantering. But here, he's not sure how to proceed. Robin once told him that he can come off as arrogant, someone others don't want to be around, and he's trying to not do that with Eddie.

He thinks Eddie is handsome. If Steve could only convince him, he's sure a chest-plate and shield would make Eddie look particularly dashing. Steve also likes the way Eddie looks at him. It's not quite the devotion he's seen from people under his rule; Eddie's gaze is far more heated than that, making Steve's skin prickle wherever it lands.

"Hey," Eddie says, pulling Steve out of his thoughts, "how's all this coming to life stuff really work? It's not actually that tablet thing, right?"

"It is," Steve replies, nodding once. "Ahkmenrah's tablet was a gift from his parents, who wanted their family to stay together even in death. It harnesses the power of noble Luna and the stars that surround her to breathe life into everyone here. Without his presence, you and I wouldn't be talking right now."

"That's....kind of crazy," Eddie says, trying to wrap his brain around it. "I mean, magic?"

"How else might we be alive right now? According to Robin, you and I are but plastic, perhaps wax or wood depending on our manufacturer."

"But I don't feel like plastic or whatever," Eddie replies, poking at his own arm before poking at Steve's as well. "Neither do you. You feel, like, warm and alive."

"Yes, because of the tablet's magic. Would you like to see it? Ahkmenrah is very understanding of new exhibits that wish to look upon it."

Eddie looks like he's about to nod when he suddenly stops and tilts his head. Steve looks in the direction his gaze has gone and smiles when he sees the temporary exhibit about the history of party fashion. It's only in the museum for a few more days, and the people inside have been partying even harder in the face of their fleeting mortality.

Steve assumes Eddie's attention was attracted by the music, so he looks back and asks, "Would you like to join them?"

"Aren't we, uh, a little small for that?" Eddie asks.

Steve grins as he knocks on Rexy's skull twice. The dinosaur comes to a sliding halt outside the exhibit and lowers its head until its jaw is touching the ground. "Do you trust me?" Steve asks, standing and offering his hand to Eddie.

"Uh, yeah, I think," he says, taking Steve's hand.

His grin widening, Steve tugs Eddie to his feet and then leads him carefully down Rexy's skull. When they reach its snout, they're still a few feet off the ground. "Please don't say I have to make that jump," Eddie says, frowning at the distance.

"Don't worry," Steve says, letting go of Eddie's hand in favor of simply picking him up instead. "You're not the one jumping."

Eddie's eyes are wide as he clings to Steve's neck, glancing between the floor and Steve like he might be insane. Steve flashes a bright, reassuring smile before walking to the edge of Rexy's snout and simply jumping down.

"Holy shit!" Eddie shouts, holding onto Steve tighter and flinching when he feels the jolt of Steve landing. "You're crazy. How are your legs not broken?"

"I am the son of a god," Steve says, carefully placing Eddie on his feet once more. "A mere jump wouldn't harm me."

Eddie is quiet for a few moments, his face red as he looks at the entrance to the exhibit. He takes a deep breath, nods once, and says, "Man, they'd better have tequila in there."

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[eitaababe]

EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter nineteen. tables turned.

[ a/n ; wowza i literally died anyways last part and then epilogue!]

[ warnings ; lil bit of cursing and a mention of virginity lol ]

series masterlist. | previous / epilogue

— written portion below.

you miss the way spiders face falls at your truth, but his tone hides it all too well.

"no," he breathes out honestly. "even- even if the whole thing went down the way it did, your truth is still your truth."

you laugh humorously, wiping away a few tears. "i probably sound crazy, huh?"

"you're not crazy for being in love, y/n," spider laughs with you, a hint of longing in his voice. "and you can't control who you love. and if you believe that someone can feel the same way about you, i can't blame you."

"you ever been in love, spider-boy?"

he peers down to look at you, really look at you, and he's grateful that you're too busy hiding your puffy eyes to notice the soft look in his eyes.

"yeah. i have."

"lucky girl." you smile at him, and spider can't help the way his heart squeezes when he looks at you. because he knows how you feel— it isn't the same.

because spider looks at you as if you're the world, and you look at him like just another friend.

and he hates that ao'nung wasn't smart enough to take the opportunity right in front of him.

— written portion.

"hi."

the one voice you've been dreading to hear, the one that used to whisper sweet nothings into your ear at night, is one you now wince at. you're met with ao'nung's tired eyes, and id you had any energy left, you'd be mad that he looks just as miserable as you.

"hey." is all you can bring yourself to say back, silently inviting him inside. he wastes no time, stepping in and letting the door fall closed behind him, sighing as he stands there— awkward and out of place.

and it doesn't feel right, seeing ao'nung without his confidence.

but as you watch him quietly, you realize, *maybe this is truest side of him you've ever gotten to see.*

"i-" he starts, breaking the silence before closing his mouth. you let the quiet brew even more, letting him collect his thoughts.

"when i said i love you, i really did mean it-"

"i don't care if you meant it or not," you snap suddenly, and he realizes that your silence is a lot scarier than what he originally thought. "you could tell me it over and over again and i honestly don't think it would make a difference right now."

"y/n, please-"

"for once would you shut up and just listen?" you say exasperated, needing an outlet for everything you've been feeling. "imagine getting asked out, falling in love, getting your fucking virginity taken, just to find out it was all a lie! and then you think coming over here and saying 'i love you' is gonna fix it?"

"i know it doesn't," ao'nung shakes his head, distraught as tears start to well. "and i know none of it was right. i'm not expecting to fix any of this but if i could do it again," he pauses, reaching for your hands. "then there's not a doubt i would."

you immediately retract your hands, scoffing. "stop," you say, voice quiet. "stop trying to justify yourself. you made a mistake. and not the type you can fix."

"so that's it? this is all- we're just- done?"

"there is no this, ao'nung. don't you get it? none of this was real. you made sure of it."

"please." he begs hopelessly, eyes shut.

any other day, any other time before this, you would've begged to have ao'nung like this. to have him pleading for your love and a chance to be with you.

but you know better now.

"you need to go." there’s a sense of finality in your voice, and ao'nung knows there's nothing he can say or do to fix this.

"i really am sorry, just know that," he says as he walks towards the door. "and whether you believe it or not," he breathes out shakily, at the doorframe.

"i love you."

you watch him slip out the room, and effectively out of your life.

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[atarathegreat]

Orange Cat Behavior Headcanons

ft: Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, Hawks, Mirio, Shinso

The floor is lava with Kirishima was eventful, at least. The both of you bouncing around the sitting quarters in the dorm as the other students walked around as if it wasn't happening, and Aizawa tried not to worry about it. If you fell and busted your face open then he would be responsible. You and Kirishima were careful enough that you kept each other from dive bombing the floor.

"Kiri! How long can we touch the floor?" You dove from the tv table to the coffee table. You wanted to move around more than the couches and two tables, and the kitchen wasn't that far. "Like, six seconds." Kirishima stared at you, then glanced at the dining table where you were looking. "Don't tell me..."

"I am." You stood on the back of the couch, "You count down the seconds for me, if I don't make it... we had a good run."

You made it halfway across the floor when he reached 1. You had burned up in the lava. "No!" You fell to your knees, then your back, pretending to be dead. Kirishima sacrificed himself, holding your limp body as he dramatically cried out.

The last thing Sero expected was to find you on the roof of the dorm with what appeared to be around 70 feet of rope.

"What are you doing?" He stared from you to the edge of the roof, "And what's that?" You looked down, "Oh, this is my new shirt. Like it?"

"I meant the rope."

"Oh."

You grabbed the rope and tied it to the nearest, what was definitely not sturdy enough, anchor, "I'm going to see how long it takes me to scale the building with this rope. And you better not tell Aizawa what I'm doing. He already stopped me last week."

"Ten four."

It wasn't his fault, but Todoroki had a bad habit of reminding you of a really, really dumb cat. He always looked confused or shocked or...well there surely wasn't thoughts behind his eyes. Today was no different. He just stared at everything, hardly said two words to anyone.

So, you hid in his dark room to scare him when he got back to the dorms. It wasn't the best idea, considering he could've turned you into a real nice fish fillet. But instead, it worked in your favor. You crawled out from under his bed like some bullshit from the Grudge and he ran screaming.

And it's only funny if you followed him down the dark halls and into the darker big open rooms. Which you did.

With it being his day off, and you hadn't yet gotten up to make breakfast, Keigo was busy kissing your face. Slow, almost bored kisses.

"Can I go make breakfast yet?" You muttered, your stomach grumbling. You had woken up hours ago and was kept in the bed by soft feathers and promises of "Soon enough, dove."

But that's not who Keigo was. No, he wanted your attention and was going to keep you in the bed. Another slow and firm kiss was pressed to your nose before he even tried to speak. "In a moment, dove, let me have my time here."

It was absolutely insane how fast Mirio was. Running around the dorm for his exercise since it was raining. You had tried to get him to go outside with a raincoat, but once you opened the door, he would step away and change his mind.

"I'm just fine in here, thanks, though." And he went back to zooming around the common room and knocking things over for his gains.

Taking Shinso to a cat cafe was a nice choice for his birthday, except that he spent all his time on the floor with the cats. He wasn't worried about the coffee or tea or food, he was having fun with the cats. And you watched as he just laid on his back or his tummy, petting and cooing to the cats around him.

"Can we go again tomorrow?" Shinso asked as you both left, "Please, please, please? Did you see how cute they all were?"

"We can go tomorrow." You chuckled.

Shinso jumped around the empty sidewalk, grabbing your hands and just shaking with energy with how excited he was.

[realtrashyracoon]

"Can I make it up to you, please?"

Peter Parker x Black! Male reader

✩ Summary: Peter gets into an argument with the reader but makes it up to him...

✩ Word count: 2k

✩ Genre: Angst to Smut

✩ Request: Yes or No

✩ Warnings: Smut, crying, over stimulation (if you squint you'll see it), and (LIGHT) choking!!

✩Authors note: Sorry for disappearing for a while. School started again, and I wanna d!e already!!! Anyways this is my first attempt at writing smut, and it's so totally not proofread! So if there's any mistakes, please comment them so I can correct them.

"I don’t understand why you’re so mad at me!"

 

"Peter, I’m not fucking mad at you!"

 

Peter takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes with his wrist before placing them on either side of him, softly gripping at the sheets.

 

"Then why are you yelling at me?"

 

"I’m not-!" [Name] cuts himself off after hearing his tone. "I’m not yelling at you; I'm just... worried. Okay? Worried that one day you’ll meet your match or run into some crazy obsessed fan." He finishes his sentence with a softer tone.

 

"Well, you don’t have to be! Okay?"

 

"I know, but..."

 

"Is this about MJ?:

 

[Name’s] worried look is wiped away by Peter’s accusation and a look of shock forms.

 

"W-what? No!"

 

"Because it feels like it is! Is that why you meant by an obsessed fan?" Peter says, putting up air quotes while saying "obsessed fan. " 

 

"That’s not what I meant!"

 

"Then what did you mean? Because to me, it seems like you’re upset; I’ve been hanging out with her more often. Jealous even."

 

"Oh my God, Peter, you’re un-fucking-believable! This isn’t about her or anything else; this is about me! And my concerns! You don’t even know how many times I’ve seen you go up against some big and how terrified I've been! Terrified that you’ll get seriously hurt or worse."

 

Peter lets out a scoff.

 

"So you’re just being overprotective now?"

 

[Name's] jaw dropped at the sentence that left Peter’s lips. He wasn’t sure how to react.

Peter and [Name] never argued, and even if they did, they’d get over it within a minute or two, but for some god-forsaken reason, Peter was being an absolute dick.

The energy in the room increased by ten as both of them (mostly [Name], of course) could feel the anger begin to sink in even deeper.

 

"Peter. What. The. Fuck! Is wrong with you today? I don’t know why you’re being like this!"

 

"Like what?"

 

"Like a dick! I don’t even know why you’re arguing with me; I’m just telling you my fucking concerns, and you have the fucking gall to call me jealous and  overprotective."[Name] says, dragging out the word "Gall". 

 

"And I’m just telling you how I feel too!"

 

 

[Name] didn’t know how to react; he felt hurt and could feel a sob begin to make its way up his throat. He gulped it down (that didn’t work; he ended up still crying later, but that’s later) he began to pull at the bottom of his shirt while looking at the floor.

 

"Peter… Can you leave?" [Name] said quietly.

 

"W-what?"

 

"I said," Can you leave," please?"

 

"Okay. Fine."

 

And with that, Peter stood up and made his way out the door, leaving [Name] standing there in silence, a tear threatening to fall from his eye. It wasn't an empty threat, and the tear fell. And fell. And fell. And fell.

 

Soon the sun set behind the tall buildings of New York, and the moon rose, casting a small bit of light into [Name's] room. [Name] sunk into his bed as he stared up at the ceiling, a million thoughts rushing through his brain.

 

Are we over?

 

Why was he mad at me?

 

Should I say sorry?

 

Should he say sorry?

 

Is it my fault?

 

No, it's his fault.

For sure.

 

Tap tap tap. [Name] sat up softly and looked towards his window, expecting to see the source of the sound. But there was nothing…

 

"Am I hallucinating? Can you even hallucinate sounds?" [Name] thought aloud.

 

Now, you can actually hallucinate sounds, but this wasn't a hallucination. Tap. Tap. Tap. [Name] got up from his bed, crept towards the window, and slid it open.

 

"Hello…? Why'd I say hello? That's basically a death wish if this was a horror movie. "

 

"Hi!"

 

[Name] jumped back from the window with a yelp. Before creeping back towards it and looking out it once again, but this time staring down to see a familiar blue and red suit.

 

Peter stood on the building's brick wall, looking up at [name], his arms crossed around.

 

"Can I come in?"

 

"Yeah…" 

 

[Name] backed up from the wall as Peter climbed inside with a smile on his face.

 

"Do you have anything I can change into, babe?"

 

[Name] let out a scoff.

 

"Babe! Don't babe me, dude. Are you seriously going to pretend that our argument didn't happen?

 

"Sorry! I thought you'd be a little calmer. But do you?"

 

[Name] walked to his closet, pulled out a sweater, made his way toward his dresser, grabbed a pair of sweats, and threw them at Peter.

 

Peter changed and threw the suit in a corner before sitting down on the mattress. And a somewhat awkward energy filled the room.

 

"I'm sorry… I am. I don't know why I was being such a dick! But I'm sorry for what I said." Peter looked down at the floor, unable to look at his boyfriend.

 

"Peter…"  

 

[Name] wasn't sure what to say, and in situations like this (awkward, scared, and nervous), he often coiled his already-curled hair around his finger.

 

"I feel like such a shitty boyfriend."

 

[Name] placed his hand on Peter's cheek. "You're not a shitty boyfriend, though... You admit when you're wrong and understand why 6 wrong. That's legit one of the many reasons why I love you!"

 

Peter looked up at [name], nuzzled his face into his palm, and planted a soft kiss on his palm. [Name] ran his thumb over his pale cheek. It was a sweet moment that didn't last very long.

 

[Name] softly ran his thumb over the corner of Peter's soft lips. Peter adjusted his head and planted a kiss on the darker-skinned boy's thumb. [Name] smiled down at Peter.

 

"I love you, Peter..."

 

"I love you too."

 

[Name] pressed his finger against Peter's lip. He got the hint and opened his mouth, letting his boyfriend's thumb in. He looked up at [name] with innocent eyes as he bobbed his head up and down on his thumb.

 

"Jesus..." [Name] whispered out.

 

Peter came off his finger with a pop, his face turning a light pink.

 

"Can I make it up to you, please?"

 

[Name] nodded his head softly and backed up as Peter got up off the bed and kneeled in front of him.

 

"You can say no at any time, and I'll stop," Peter said with a smile.

 

"Same to you."

 

Peter reached up and pulled down [Name's] basketball shorts, dropping them to his ankles. Peter reached up and gently groped at the bulge in the other boy's boxers. Peter pulled them down with ease.

 

Peter stroked it gently, causing a soft whimper to release from [Name's] mouth as Peter's soft hands glided over his cock. Peter grabbed the base of [Name's] cock and gently licked the tip before taking it into his mouth. Peter looked up at [Name] as he slowly took more into his mouth, gagging a bit as he made his way towards the base.

 

[Name] reached down and placed his hand in Peter's hair, holding his head in place, making Peter gag as drool pooled out of the corner of his lips.

 

"Fuckkk! Peter, your mouth feels so  good."[Name] moaned out.

 

Peter let out another gagging sound and tapped the side of [Name's] thigh, signaling for him to let go. And [Name] did Peter come off his cock with a pop and look up at him with a smile, a rope of drool connecting [Name's] tip to his lips.

 

"Are you okay, Peter?"

 

"Yeah. Fine." Peter said as he began to slowly stroke [Name's] dick.

 

He placed it back in his mouth and began to go back down on it. He bobbed his head up and down in a repeating motion as he reached into his sweats and pulled out his own cock and began jerking himself off.

 

Peter came off his dick and kitten, licked the tip, and placed it back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

 

"Agh, Jesus Peter" [name] whimpered out.

 

[Name] placed his hands on either side of his head and slowly began pulling his head further down on his shaft.

 

"I'm going to go a little rough. Is that okay with you?"

 

"Mmmm," Peter hummed in response, causing a soft vibration on [Names] dick, making him let out another moan.

 

[Name] gripped a handful of Peter's hair and began to pull his cock out of his mouth before slamming it back down his throat. Peter, still stroking his own cock, reached out and grabbed at [names] thighs for support.

 

[Name] strengthened his grip on Peter's head and began slamming his cock down Peter's throat harshly, causing drool to pool out of the corners of his lips.

 

"Ohhh God! F-fuck!"

 

Peter whimpered and whined around the length as tears filled his eyes, threatening to spill.

 

"MM~ MMM~" Peter whined out.

 

Peter jerked himself off at an even faster rate, chasing his climax. And he chased it, cumming all over his hands and floor.

 

"Aww, Pete...."

 

[Name] pulled his dick out of Peter's mouth, leaving him gasping for air.

 

"F-fuck~" Peter said in between breaths.

 

"Are you okay, Pete?"

 

"Mhm."

 

"You came... kind of fast."

 

Peter's pale face turned a soft pink as he ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the floor.

 

"Do you want to, like, you know, go all the way? You don't have to say yes." [Name] said, reaching down and lifting Peter's chin up to look at him.

 

"Yes, I want to do it."

 

[Name] reached down and pulled Peter up by his arm, smashing his lips against his. [Name] kicked off his shorts and boxers and began walking them toward the bed, lightly pushing Peter down. Peter reached out and gripped the collar of [Names] shirt, pulling him down with his lips, never breaking contact.

 

[Name] broke the kiss, placed a soft kiss on Peter's cheek, and started making his way towards his neck. Kissing down his jawline before softly biting his neck.

 

"Fuck~" Peter moaned out.

 

[Name] began sucking on the flesh and biting at it before licking over the bite. The warmth of [Names] tongue made Peter blush even more, making his already pink skin turn a deep scarlet. [Name's] hands traveled down Peter's body, slipping them up his shirt and feeling him up.

 

[Name] reaches out from under Peter's shirt and takes his cock in his hand, gently tugging at it. Peter let out a soft whimper at the feeling of [name's] warm hand.

 

"Is this okay?" [Name] says speeding up the pace.

 

Peter bites down on his bottom lip and nods his head.

With his other hand, [Name] begins to pull Peter's shirt up and begins placing soft kisses on his torso, making his way toward Peter's cock. Peter pulled his shirt off, making [Name] let go of his cock.

 

[Name] delicately kissed Peter's tip, spat in his hand, and began jerking him off once more. The sound of wet noses and whimpers filled the room.

 

"Does that feel good, Peter?"

 

"Mhm-ahh~ Fuck~!" Was all he could whine out as [Name] ran his thumb over his tip in a particularly hard motion.

 

[Name] let's go of Peter's cock and steadied himself on his knees, grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off.

 

"Let me know if it hurts or if I'm going to be rough, okay?"

 

"Okay." 

 

[Name] placed Peter's legs on his shoulders and steadied himself on the mattress before lining himself up with Peter's hole. Peter reached out and felt around on his boyfriend's bedside table until he felt a familiar wrapping.

 

"Here."

 

Peter handed him a condom. [Name] opened it and slid it over his dick and pushed into Peter slowly, wanting him to adjust to his size before moving.

 

Peter gripped the sheets and twisted them in his hands as he let out a soft moan.

 

"F-fuck~" 

 

[Name] reached out and grabbed Peter by the waist and pulled him down on his cock. [Name] bottoming inside of Peter as he looked down at him to see his arm covering his face, his face somehow even pinker.

 

"Does this feel okay?"

 

"Mhm."

 

"Can you uncover your face? I want to see all the pretty little faces you make, Pete."

 

Peter's cock twitched at this, and a drip of precum made its way down his cock. Peter did as he was told, took his arm off, and looked up at the curly-haired boy.

 

"I'm going to start moving, okay? Let me know if it's too much or if you want to stop. I won't be mad, I promise!"

 

"Okay, I will."

 

[Name] began to roll his hips in and out of the pale boy, starting off with a slow pace to ensure he didn't hurt him. [Name] decided to test the limits and pulled out of Peter, making him let out a breathy gasp at the loss of friction before slamming back into him and producing another loud moan from him.

 

His face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain as his hands shot out and grabbed at [Names] shoulders as he rocked his hips into Peter.

 

"Aghh~ C- Can you go a little  harder?'

 

[Name] listened to his question and sped up the pace, filling the room with the sound of a headboard banging and the sound of skin against skin. [Names] hands roamed down Peter's thighs until they reached his cock, took it in his hand, and began once again jerking him off at an irritatingly slow pace.

 

[Name] placed his other hand on the back of Peter's head and leaned in their lips inches apart. [Names] thrust slowed for a second before stopping all together.

 

"Why did you stop?" Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

[Name] closed the gap between them. Peter kissed back almost instantly and placed his hand on the back of [Names] head, tangling his fingers in his curls. [Name] began to thrust into him slowly and more gentle as the kiss deepened.

 

[Name] grabbed Peter's hands and placed them above his head, holding them in place and breaking the kiss in the process. His thrust quickened, and once again, the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

 

"Fu-fuck~ ugh!" [Name] moaned out.

 

His thurst became even harder as he chased his high. Peter could feel tears starting to fall from his eyes, not from pain but from pleasure. It was all too much. His ccok standing up straight twitched and shot ropes of cum all over his abdomen, painting that area of his body glossy white.

 

"I'm not too far behind," [Name] grunted out.

 

His thrust became sloppy, losing the rhythm as he tightened his grip on Peter's wrist.

 

"F-fuuck~"! 

 

He let go of Peter's wrist, pulled out of him, and made his way to the floor. Peter got the idea quickly and knelt before sticking his tongue out as [Name] jerked himself off.

After one or two strokes, he came, shooting his load over Peter's face. Blotches of white landed on his lashes, chin, nose, forehead, tongue, and hair.

 

Peter swallowed the cum that had landed in his mouth and smiled looking up at [name] innocently.

"Jesus Christ, Peter, you're so pretty."

Authors note part 2!!!:

Okay so y'all I'm thinking of doing an Olivia Rodrigo type of story with Bad Idea, right? Should I do this???

Link to the song in case y'all haven't heard it yet!!!

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Check out my pinned post for more of my writing.

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, send a request in my inbox or comment on the pinned post. I'm far more likely to see requests sent to my inbox. Reuploaded since Tumblr is a bitch.

With love and big tits, Rose.

04: Always The...

One entire week. 

It felt so shitty. At first I was boiling with anger. I mean—how could he? Hayden pushing sex as if it was some sort of expectation made my skin crawl with rage. But the anger settled into regret and regret faded into guilt. 

Even his chewing pissed me off. 

Maybe that night was romantic for him. I mean, I had dressed up and created such an intimate moment. I bathed silently in my anger. His phone, his shoes, his chewing…all those annoyances laid on the tip of my tongue. I didn’t really say anything. How was he supposed to know? 

“Are you good?” Manon asks, looking over at me as she quickly places her gaze back on the street. 

We had been hanging out a lot more. Mainly because I couldn’t fathom facing Hayden and because seeing Matt felt…wrong. 

That night spent with Matt felt good—a little too good. I didn’t feel the same way around Matt as I did with Manon. Maybe that just meant it was a different kind of friendship, but something deep in my gut told me distance was the only way to let my mind be clear. It didn’t seem like it was working though. Distance from Hayden and Matt had only created more tension in my chest. 

“I…I don’t know, Manon. I mean—what am I supposed to do?” My teeth bite into my lip as my eyebrows knit in confusion and frustration. “I can’t tell how much of this is my fault and I…I just…I don’t know how to do this shit but giving up on him feels like giving up on myself.” 

The words seem to trigger her. Manon’s hand reaches out, turning the music down before letting out a huff. “How is it giving up on yourself?” she asks, pushing her sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose as she gives me a quick glance. “C’mon, what he did….it was a little fucked up. You gotta see that, at least.” 

Was it, though? What did I actually want from that night if not to build our relationship? And the one opportunity he gave to do that…I shut it down. Immediately. 

Breathing out with a frustrated sigh, I clench my hands in my lap. “It’s…it’s not that simple. I had basically isolated myself from him—I picked apart every single thing he did! I—I just wish I was capable of being…romantic?. I wish I had it in me to…I don’t know, not try to…” I trail off, escaping the words as my thoughts flounder with muddled regret. 

I push him away. I push everyone away. 

Even Matt. 

Even Hayden.

Even Manon.

Even myself. 

“I’m just—I’m so scared of doing something wrong—-losing something as soon as I get it,” I say.

Sure, it sucked to drown in self-pity. But—wouldn’t it suck more to know what I actually lost? 

The car rolls to a stop as she parks. Manon’s eyes drift over to me with a heavy look, her lids drooping with sympathy as she caresses her hand on my arm. “You can’t live in fear. Look at us—you were scared to talk to me at first,” she jokes.

It was true. She was intimidating, especially when she just radiated a certain kind of energy that most people couldn’t even dream of having. It was calming, yet powerful. 

My lips slide up into a smile as we start piling out of the car and walking into her house. “Manon—can you really blame me?” I remark. 

Glancing back towards me while unlocking her front door, her eyes glimmer with confidence as she shrugs. 

“I guess not,” she announces. 

A breath sigh falls from my lips as I shake my head, following her inside. I hear the click of her shutting the door behind us. The modern, minimalistic house greets me with an intimidating, yet comforting energy. 

“Your house, god—” I trace my finger over the porcelain sculpture, one we had picked out together. The little piece of me in her home brought me more happiness than I was willing to admit. It didn’t exactly fit her aesthetic, the somewhat creepy art stood out like a sore thumb, but we had both laughed so hard when getting it initially. The memory made it beautiful. 

“I just love your house,” I breathe out. 

It was safe here. No jealousy, no parts of my brain trying to compare myself to her like they did on set. 

Manon’s hand clasps on my shoulder as she stares up at me with a soft smile, “It could be our house,” she reminds. 

A dry laugh falls from my lips at her remark. She wanted me to move in. I considered it at times, but I couldn’t. 

And it all laced back to the same thought.

What if it ended poorly? What if the only friendship I had really enjoyed got dissolved into petty arguments? 

Communication was necessary for roommates and obviously–that wasn’t my strong suit. 

“Let’s just do our nails, talk our shit, and watch some shitty TV to feel better about ourselves. How’s that sound, babe?” she teases, leaning her weight on my shoulder. 

Babe. 

I didn’t hate it coming from her mouth. It felt endearing, like a way of saying ‘there’s no pressure.’ 

My smile grows as I link my arms in hers. 

“Let’s get to it, babe.” 

__________

Manon had convinced me I had to talk to him. The shitty reality TV got drowned out by her incessant chants, all guiding me to here—his doorstep. 

Bringing up a closed fist, I gently knock on the door. My heart hammers against my chest with every knock, seemingly echoing the noise with more pressure as I hear footsteps draw closer. 

It’s just him. This isn’t a fight—it isn’t even an argument.

The creek of the door opening makes me breath hitch in my gut as I see his face come into view—Matt.

“Hey,” I stammer out. 

His face tilts towards the side with a gentle pull of his lips turning upward, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his puzzled eyes. Matt shifts to make room for me as I walk through the threshold. I hear the door fall shut before I feel his hand rest on the small of my back. 

“You ready to talk?” he questions. 

“I…” My gaze hesitantly moves to look over at him. His tone is soft, but his eyes are even softer. “I’m ready to talk,” I affirm. 

A gentle push from his hand guides my steps towards his room. He closes the door behind us. My chest somehow lightens as I let myself fall, sitting on the edge of his bed. 

“So,” he falls next to me, leaning his body onto mine as encouragement. “-talk to me,” he smiles. 

Talk. 

Just talk. 

Things had ended awkwardly that night. Everything was fine until he asked. Mostly because I just couldn’t keep my emotions in check. 

It was embarrassing. 

The second he had pushed about it, a gentle question that wasn’t supposed to seem like an interrogation—I just snapped. 

“What happened? You…I just wanna know what’s going on. Whatever it is—you shouldn’t have to feel like this all the time.” 

His words had poked a hole in my facade. One second I was fine, bubbling with laughter as I just sank into the moment with him. The next…I was mad. Tears clouding my vision reminded me of reality—a reality I didn’t wanna face. And I blamed him. 

I didn’t say anything though. His words got met with silence as we sat on my couch. No matter how hard I urged my lips to move, all that energy got shifted into my anxious thoughts. 

“Hey,” his voice brings me back to reality. I feel his hand hover over my knee before gently falling onto my jeans. “-I’m not gonna judge, okay? I…just wanna be there for you. We’re friends,” he says. 

Friends.

This is just me overthinking. 

Taking a deep breath, I start letting out the brutal words that had calloused over my spine uncomfortably for the past week. 

“I, um–he wanted me to try harder, ya know?” 

Matt nods. 

My lips stick together, my throat tickling as I cough. “I—”

Just talk.

Why can’t I just talk?

The reassurance of his hand on my leg makes my eyes concentrate on the sigh of his thumb swiveling back and forth. It feels good. 

“Hey,” I feel Matt lean towards me, his finger brushing against my skin as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “-take your time.”

There’s no pressure.

Not with him.

It’s Matt.

It’s just Matt.

“I cooked him dinner. He—he was on his phone, he didn’t take off his shoes…I just, I ruined the whole night by letting everything get to me. I just—” My words spool to a heaving breath. 

“Well, why didn’t he think to take off his shoes?” Matt butts. 

My brain stutters over his words. “I don’t know. But—I overreacted. He wanted to have sex—”

“--hold on,” Matt cuts me off, swiveling his body further to face mine. Our eyes meet. I feel a warmth crawl behind my shoulder as he lets out a laugh of disbelief. “-he wanted to have sex when he didn’t even care enough to take his shoes off?” he points out.

“He did after I asked—”

“You had to ask?” 

Oh.

The skirt, the cooking, the effort. 

I was trying. 

He wasn’t. 

Not enough at least. 

“But,” my brain races towards conclusions. But—he’s right. Hayden didn’t even think to take off his shoes. He didn’t think to put his phone down. The man had only thought with his dick. 

“He didn’t want intimacy, he wanted sex. That’s….that’s fucked up,” Matt spits, shaking his head as he looks off towards the ground. 

A week of suffering in silence and tension all for this—one minute talking with Matt and I already felt different. I feel angrier. 

How did I even think this was all my fault?

Matt had done the dishes with me that night. Hayden hadn’t even offered. 

Where was his effort? 

“Oh.” I manage to say. 

Matt’s arm curls around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest. His hand softly caresses the crown of my head. “You are trying. Maybe you’re not the problem. Maybe…actually—no, you aren’t the problem here. I just…I wish you’d see that,” he sighs. 

His words seep into the cracks of my thoughts, infiltrating each doubt with an impenetrable feeling of comprehension. 

I just wanted to kiss Hayden. His lips went to my neck and his hands went up my thighs. It didn’t feel like he wanted me. He didn’t even make me feel safe enough to be that vulnerable. 

“Matt, I…” 

My tongue squirms as my teeth bite gently into the muscle. I don’t know what to say—I don’t know what to feel.

“Let’s just—let’s just talk, okay?” he offers, his fingers tracing circles onto my shoulder. 

“Yeah, let’s just—I mean, why don’t we go for a drive? You deserve to have a clear mind. I can’t imagine how you’ve been feelin’ for the past week,” he huffs. 

My spine straightens as I distance myself to look directly at him. His eyes meet mine with hesitation, wandering around my face as I feel my stomach churn with knots. I can feel something pulling me in. Gravity droops my gaze down to his lips despite my mind screaming at me to stop. 

“We should, um…” Matt trails off as his eyes stare on the lower half of my face. 

Does he feel it too?

Hayden. Fuck. 

My eyes snap open widely as I sit up straight. His arm drops from the sudden motion as he stares at me blankly. 

“Yeah, um—we should go—I, yeah,” I stammer, standing up and starting pace towards the door. 

I feel his hand wrap gently around my wrist, halting my movements as my body whips to face his. The second he looks up at me, I feel every inch of me burn with vicious comfort. 

Is this cheating?

No. It can’t be. I’m not doing anything. I’m not. 

“Are you ready?” I encourage, my feet wobbling for balance as the lightness in my chest floats further. 

Shaking his head, Matt pushes himself up. “I, uh, yeah—do you…do you want a hoodie?” he asks. 

Hayden’s hoodie is in my car. I was cold even coming in, but I just couldn’t put it on. Not without feeling guilty. Now—now I didn’t want to put it on because of anger. 

“Yes please,” I answer. 

Matt’s hoodies have always been softer anyway. 

A/N: Thank you for reading. Any interaction is appreciated!!! I am hoping to get out weekly updates of this series. Let me know your thoughts !!!

[sojournerstales]

WF1999: Something Nice For The Kid

Hello, here is a small drabble about my Drifter doing something nice for my Operator.

You ever have a thought or idea get stuck in your teeth? There's something I'd been chewing on for a while, I thought about it while standing on dust-blasted rock receiving marching orders from the Lotus, and then again prompted by something Salem - Eleanor - said to me over the KIM.

I am sat cross-legged in the living quarters of the Orbiter.

It's strange to be back here. I feel just as out of place now as I did before, only I think I look the part too. In space without the spacesuit, just skinny jeans and a stretched, loose-threaded tank-top.

Ordis hovers over my shoulder, "Energy conversion is functioning within expected parameters. Your --BUSTED OLD JUNK-- antique collection should receive power now."

Which roughly translates to the Kinemantic At Home Game System and Game Monitor combo should actually work now, hooked up to a power cell and adaptor that I'm sure Amir would love to get his hands on.

The screen lights the room up. My face in pale glory, a shadow cast for myself and Ordis across the wall.

"Oh no!" Ordis declares, "This image quality will not do, and the evacuation order has been given. I do not think we will have time to fix this." He hovers close, fixated on the logo slowly bouncing between each of the four corners on-screen.

"Nah," I tell him, "That's what it's meant to look like."

"I see. I will adjust further expectations to align with this information."

"Just go tell the kid I'm here, will ya?" Just in case she didn't spot my own craft on the way.

Ordis complies. It gives me half a minute to get everything else in order. Plug the console's controllers in. Shove the boxes into one corner. Empty the bag of everything else I brought with me. I wait then for the familiar hiss of the doors behind me.

"One of these days I might shoot that thing out of the sky," My own voice, minus an untold amount of years as a storybook survivalist. The kid. The younger version of myself. Dressed like she belongs - transference suit sleek and pink-accented. Her name, like mine, is Sloane. "Grineer landing craft hovering outside my Orbiter."

"Leave Potato alone. I like her." I push up to my feet and approach and I don't quite hug her. I stop halfway and just awkwardly reach out and squeeze her shoulder. "You been good?"

"Asking if I've behaved?" She gives my hand and then me a look.

"No. I'm asking if you're good. In the head. And stuff."

Sloane wrinkles her nose. I can't help but intuit what she's thinking. I'm the one making this awkward and she is going to step past that by asking, "What's all this stuff?"

"Presents." The stuff is much easier to talk about. I throw an arm out to gesture at the assembled, aforementioned stuff. The monitor, the console, a neatly folded stack of clothes, packets of various candies.

"For me?" She sounds suspicious of it.

"Yuh-huh." I return to not-quite my original place, leaving room for Sloane to sit nearby. She can take the living quarter's booth couch, on I'm the floor. "Just sit down and enjoy it, I'm being nice."

That look again. Sustained as she joins me. Narrowed when she looks at the screen.

"You deserve nice, okay? What'd Lotus have you blowing up today?"

"Espionage, actually. Hit a Corpus Supercruiser. A lead on Solar--"

"Yeah, anyways, this is food with no nutritional value and... Canned drink that's actively bad for you." I slide over the half-height table Gumi-Bytes and Nu! Cola.

"... Great."

"Trust me, you'll love 'em."

Sloane seems dubious and I don't blame her. Cetus treats don't skew sweet and Ordis is not exactly an artist with food synthesis.

"So what's with the screen? It broken?"

"No, that's how it's meant to look," I say - exasperated - for the second time today. "It's for games. You put a disc in and play 'em with this thing. I was gonna bring one way bigger, but Amir told me that this one is way more convenient. You don't have to give them quarters. Money."

"Okay. Cool." A pause, she remembers her manners in about the same time it takes for me to do the same, "Thanks. So what about the clothes?"

"Quincy and Eleanor. I thought you'd get a kick out of these..." A jeans and jacket combo, it looks like something the Vent Kids would wear only with less greebles. "From Quincy. Then from Eleanor..."

Sloane holds up one of the tops. It's shiny with soft buttons and smooth fabric. "Ceremonial wear?"

"What?" I laugh, "No, dingus. Pyjamas."

"What's pyjamas?"

"Oh my- Right, yeah. You sleep in them. Sleep-sleep. They're comfy."

"You know, I'm not the weird one here." She gets all defensive on me (I think it's a good sign she's hugging the pyjamas to her chest when she does), "You jumped from one messed up loop to another and neither are like the real world."

"Oh, come on. So I teased. I know you like this stuff anyway, stop fighting it."

"You don't just know that! We're not identical." Voice raised.

"We're the same person!" Mine matches.

"We DIVERGED!" And Sloane turns whingy and leans towards me and is pulling a face while she does it. So I put my palm over her head and shove her away.

She shoves me back.

I raise an eyebrow.

We both think - would we have been like this with a sibling? We never found out. We're a pair of only-children figuring out how this works now that we are not alone.

And we know that one of us has done a very nice thing.

And one of us doesn't always know how to accept very nice things.

We look at each other, both lit by the drifting logo on the clunky monitor before us. After a few more seconds I break the silence, "Aoi put together a mixtape for you." I slide over a CD in a paper envelope.

"That's a disk."

"Yeah, I said that too. She said they still call them mixtapes, apparently mix-CDs never stuck."

"Neat."

"Thought so. I think you'll like it... But you'll have to tell me what you think."

[puckpocketed]

hi!! just got into the nhl this season and was so excited to see you’re also from australia! i’m from melbourne not canberra but do u have any basic info/pointers for the league? i have no clue where to start lol

WOAH cool !! welcome <3 uhhh not sure if this is what you meant but I searched my heart and there were a lot of personal opinions

if new to RPF, please see this primer post. VERY much see it if you're coming from twitter/X. Also: you do not have to be into RPF to hang out. I hang out and I'm not an rpf warrior <3 That's all I got for RPF, you have asked the wrong blog if you want RPF advice.

This got really long and pretty serious! see you under the cut

Australia-specific

West coast teams are your friends, they're gonna play at the most watchable hours and tbh they have cooler jerseys and logos lol

Like you can choose an east coast team (I follow a few!) but it's rough out there

For good vibes and to keep your sanity intact

idk if you're a tumblr regular but i think this goes for any fan space: give the energy you want to get. lurking is fine too! but if you wanna make friends and talk to people, start interacting with them in lb tags and team tags.

for instance: like/comment/reblog posts -> compliment their art/gifs/web weaves/crafts. if you think someones lb joke is funny, tell them (add to it even!). you cannot sit on an island and never reach out and expect people to want to know you. Not saying you gotta fake anything, and blogging should not be a chore, just be genuine when interacting with people

I'm not gonna say there aren't cliquey, exclusionary spaces on here. there are. personally, I don't think they're worth your time. if you feel you've got to jump through hoops to be part of an in-group, if there are jokes no one will explain or if you're simply not vibing with them, just leave and find other people

Dip in and out of tags, find a team that compels you even if there aren't a lot of people around in the tag, find a guy and post about him. get silly, don't gatekeep, love your guy loud, be as weird as you want, you'll find your people

if you aren't already, get comfortable blocking people/filtering tags. it's not mean, it's not about taking moral high ground, it doesn't mean you hate them (and someone blocking you doesn't necessarily mean they hate you either). it's to keep your peace. if I didn't block xreader and gossip blogs I'd have a much worse experience finding posts in my team tags, and if anyone has ME blocked it is not my business! peace and love on planet earth

this is probably a bit specific to me but being mutuals with people doesn't matter. talk with them, have fun with them, make friends regardless of following/follower status. there are no rules + that shit isn't real. I am friends with people I'm not mutuals with (our blogging interests vary -> I don't expect all my friends to be interested in my 15 different teams) idgaf and i think you shouldn't either. i don't recommend auditing peoples blogs for mutual/following status <- not good for the soul!!

in the same vein: numbers aren't real. do not concern yourself with them. to borrow a phrase from that primer I linked: build community instead of clout. if you sat there and analysed tags + popular posts for some kind of pattern, you'd probably come up with some kind of formula for Doing Numbers but I don't think you'd have a lot of fun

regarding liveblogging and the outcome of games: it aint that serious. it really aint that serious. if you're spiralling, becoming abjectly miserable, just posting wall to wall venom/despair/kms/kys stuff... idk i think it's fine to just take a step back and chill. I really don't wanna tell anyone how to express themselves as a fan (and i have indulged in my fair share of despairposting) but you did ask Me and... having been in/seen some really nasty spaces, I truly think they're a bad time in large doses. if that's how you have fun then don't let me stop you, but if it legit sucks -> hit da bricks etc. There are better ways to spend your energy.

On bad hits/checking, fighting, general dangerous play

We're verging into My Personal Philosophy territory here, so leave now/take what you will from it.

Every team has goons. bar none, every team is gonna have players that hit hard, and hit to hurt others. That's NHL ice hockey.

Even the players who play "clean" are fine with being on the same team as players who play with intent to injure/play recklessly/target existing injuries. no matter what any of them say in media while condemning bad hits, they're always fine when they're on the other side of it and it's their teammate taking someone out.

My favourite player could deliver horrible check tomorrow, and my other favourite players on the team wouldn't bat an eye. Their teammate could deliver a season-ending, knee-on-knee hit tomorrow, and they'd probably still be loyal to + close friends with that guy. could say that everyone is complicit and to them it's just the game

I'm not telling you that you can't feel angry/sad/however you feel when someone gets hurt (normal to feel emotions!! feel them!) just that I try my best to remember all this when hitting discourse comes up, and it's how I keep sane while following multiple teams who want to kill each other

in the end it's on you how much you want to take these things to heart + hold grudges after bad hits! Hold your grudge forever if you want!

Personally: I will always condemn bad hits/dangerous play no matter where it comes from, but I try to let go of grudges quickly and never wish for retribution/escalation.

I truly believe that ongoing enmity + escalating violence in an effort to "self-police" between teams makes the game more dangerous for everyone on the ice, more so for the most vulnerable players -> smaller players. star players. already injured players who will get targerted. the honour code is MADE UP and players break the "code" constantly in search of retributive justice

The NHL will break your heart -> Hockey is bigger than the NHL.

Decide boundaries/limits for your self when it comes to player and org politics and morals. Your players and your teams will inevitably do something wack. There are a LOT of NHLers with shitty politics. There are a LOT of skeletons in closets.

Again, it's up to you how much you want to engage with that and how you handle it, but I would recommend not taking every tiny infraction to heart. I would recommend not persistently purity-checking yourself, players, or other bloggers, and not letting others do this to you.

if you're looking for a morally pure team or player to support, you're gonna run out of players quick. if you see a team or player has done something shitty and feel tempted to say "well, MY team/player would never [do shitty thing/hold conservative politics]" remember, without exception: they might have, or they would, or one day they will, or they are happily friends and teammates with people who have.

NHL hockey will never love you back. it is not a person, it does not have feelings. There absolutely are well-meaning, progressive individuals within the league. but the majority of the power belongs to people who have profit first in their minds.

If it suits them and their bottom line, if they see that it's not worth the trouble to look "woke" anymore, they'll pull the rug out from under us (see: pride jerseys) <- imo it's great when progress is made and we should celebrate it and encourage it, but I'm never forgetting that.

No matter how bad you feel after a player says something fucked up, or after a team does something awful, and no matter how many doomposts you read after something terrible comes to light, remember that there IS hockey outside of the NHL.

Hockey is so much bigger than the NHL, and you'll have much better luck finding orgs/players/leagues that embody "hockey is for everyone" and whose politics align closer with yours if you look outside of it. Euro leagues, your local rec league, WOMEN'S ICE HOCKEY. literally anywhere. if there were a kind of hockey that could love you back, you'd find it outside of the NHL

Not to get extra serious but if you genuinely can't find a space where you feel welcome, where you feel embraced and seen, you might have to make it yourself, chief ! There are probably people around you who feel similarly and the solution is always to help each other, be in community, and build something better than what you found.

Closing thoughts

I started this as a silly answer but I realised I have a lot of thoughts about it all, I'm sorry if this isn't the kind of advice you were looking for. I thought about it and I wrote what I genuinely believe in and would like others coming into the space to know. If we never speak again I hope you're well and hope you have fun! <3

[fandomworld9728]

Another Applebowl scenario idea! This time whenever Lucifer is sick and needs to take a break from his kingly duties! :3 can u imagine how each of his lovers use different methods of taking care of him (I’m talking about Alastor, Vox, Adam, and Angel (platonically) ) like for example: making sure he stays in bed, eats meals to recover, etc.

(Thank you so much for this! Sorry it took so long. I hope this is all right.)

Alastor:

Alastor still wasn't sure how a being as powerful as Lucifer got sick. He would have to ask him about that once he has recovered. For now, Alastor would have to make sure that idiotic excuse for a king, and unfortunately his partner (a serious lapse of judgement on Alastor's part if you ask him), stays in bed to rest.

"Lucifer, if you do not put that paperwork down and get back in bed, I swear you will be put into affection timeout."

"No~ Don't be mean to me today, Al." Lucifer had finally got enough energy back to get to his desk and get some more work done. He was so behind...

"Lucifer. If you keep working instead of resting, you won't get better anytime soon. Then no work will be able to be finished. Plus, your daughter will not stop her fretting."

At that, Lucifer looked a little guilty. He didn't like making his daughter worry.

"I'm sorry. I get restless being stuck in bed all day."

Alastor let out a defeated sigh. He knew what Lucifer said was true. Once he had begun to get his depressive episodes under control, he had boundless energy. It was a rather frightening change to Lucifer's personality, but Charlie had reassured them that this was how he was before the depression took a hold of him.

"I am aware... would it help if I kept you company?"

"...You would do that for me?"

"Yes. Because for some reason I seem to care about you."

Vox:

When Lucifer had passed out when Vox had come to pick him up for their date, He didn't know what to do. Honestly, he had been freaking out. Luckily, Charlie had been there and kicked everyone into action. Vox included. Though, he was mainly on babysitting duty.

Turns out, the King of Hell had overworked himself and put himself in a weakened state. which meant that Vox couldn't go back to the Vee Tower. The other two Overlords would know something was wrong and those two couldn't keep a secret if their afterlives depended on it.

Not that he minded. Spending time with Lucifer in his own, personal space? Taking care of him while he was in a vulnerable state? Showing that the trust Vox had put months of hard work into earning wasn't misplaced? Hell fucking yeah!

The only downside was that everybody kept coming to check on them. Usually with a glare. Especially Alastor and Angel Dust! The only supportive one was Charlie. She even asked if Vox needed anything and told him not to overdo it. That he could take break while someone else took care of him until he came back.

What a sweet girl. Vox would have to teach her how to be more assertive. She needed to show that impressive backbone more often.

Adam:

How did he get stuck taking care of this stubborn asshole? He didn't care how good of an argument Vaggie made. So what if he and Lucifer were an item? Lucifer as a clingy baby when he was sick.

But... Charlie did need a break. And Adam was used to dealing with Lucifer when he was in this state.

The only problem? Adam wasn't very good at this sort of thing. Burning and spilling the soup was his first screw up. But that was nothing compared to when he was helping Lucifer take a bath. He had stepped away for just a couple seconds to grab a towel and when he came back, Lucifer was asleep under the water.

Not his finest moment... however, he did succeed in one thing. Keeping Lucifer in bed. That was probably only because Adam had laid next to him and let him cuddle him.

Angel Dust (Platonic):

"All right short king, I got my Nonna's famous chicken pastina soup."

Angel wasn't expecting to spend one of his rare days off taking care of Lucifer, but you wouldn't find him complaining. Despite how he acted, Angel loved to take care of the people he loved.

So, when his best friend (sorry Cherri) showed up for their shopping day sick, Angel canceled it and put Lucifer in bed. He made sure Lucifer was in Angel's room since he kept it dimmed. Helped with headaches and made it easier to sleep.

Once Lucifer was in his pajamas and laying down, Angel went and made the soup that his Nonna and mother would make when he and his sister was sick. When he came back with the soup, he was surprised and delighted to find Lucifer asleep and curled up with Fat Nuggs.

It was adorable. So adorable he took a picture. Luckily the soup reheats well.

[theamityelf]

If you had to give Makoto another talent other than his luck what would it be? Personally I think he'd be a great motivational speaker or even a cheerleader. He's kinda already a motivatinal speaker with being the Ultimate Hope and all of that but I think it would suit him. For the cheerleader one his optimism would do wonders to motivate his team (could even be a potential Hinaegi/Kamuegi).

(Hi, it's me after finishing writing this post. I am not sure I answered your question in the way you wanted, but I hope you enjoy it, lol.)

That's such an interesting question, because I feel like an essential thing is how much it takes for his best traits to become noticeable. I feel like if he got an ultimate title, it would be for being great in a crisis. (And also if he tried to cheerlead in the usual sense, he would hurt himself, lol.) He's a great motivational speaker when it's needed of him, but that normally manifests in just everyday advice and conversation, which isn't the kind of thing that Hope's Peak's recruiters are really looking for, I don't think. The real passionate speeches come out when exactly that energy is needed, which is usually, like I said, in times of crisis.

I could imagine a scenario where some accident or disaster happens before the letters for the 78th class go out and Makoto is wrapped up in whatever it is (I'm imagining, like, his normal high school class trip gets stranded after a plane crash or something.) and he makes a name for himself by surviving and supporting his friends through the situation. I don't know what Ultimate title that would be, since Ultimate Survivor feels a little strong; the idea isn't that he taps into survivalist talents, but just that he keeps on going, doesn't give up, and helps his group to do the same. And Ultimate Team Leader is already taken, lol.

Since Taka's title is "Ultimate Moral Compass" (meaning vague ones are on the table), maybe something like Ultimate Moral Support or Ultimate Team Morale.

OR

If I misunderstood your question and you meant "Give this guy a real Ultimate Talent, as in add one to his character, don't just derive one from existing stuff," then make this guy an ornithologist, lol. Or, more chill, just Ultimate Bird-Watcher. Something attainable that just lets him to enjoy or be interested in something pleasant. Which may seem out of left field, but I like that vibe for him. 🤣 Give this kid a talent where he can sit on a park bench throwing out breadcrumbs.

OR

Complete 180, Ultimate Rule-Breaker. It would seem like he must be some edgy, abrasive type (and that could be a cool subversion; when everyone hears the Ultimate Rule-Breaker is going to be there, they expect someone like Mondo or even Leon), but he's cheerful and caring toward everyone. He's a rule-breaker because he will do anything to help people. I kind of love that for him.

Yeah, I think I like the last one best, lol.

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