#i based his clothes off a card from the game lol

[beababoobies]

ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)

mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them

hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers

GOD DAMN.

would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)

(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)

hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.) 

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope

The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.

Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours. 

You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing. 

That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.

In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.

“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight. 

But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you. 

That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones. 

Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you. 

“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.

“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck. 

He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.

He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for. 

His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.

The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.  

“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.

Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick. 

He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.

He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop. 

“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him. 

He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.

 “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” 

[theroseiswithoutawherefor]

                                                                         Box

So...As I said before, this is the big project three of my friends(X @MAGIMARU @__olddoll @Pan991106) and I were busy with! DIR EN GREY MONOPOLY 2024.

Basically, it’s a game that took us about 6 months to complete and recorded the whole year of Diru. Actually none of us had done such a thing before or foreseen the process to be so exhausting. But yeah, we made it and gave it to every member in Osaka!!

An overall look of the game first

Map

                                                            Cards type1<named special events>

                                                Cards type2<named normal cards>

Cards type3<named magic world>

【MAP】

As shown, the map starts from 正月(January) and club citta, which was the venue of My Bloody Vampire, the very first show of Diru in 2024. Followed by Europe tour, Psychonnect, Androgynos and Who Is This Hell For, each space is named after the exact venue.

【RULES】

Concerned over language barriers, we tried to keep everything clear and simple, especially the rules.

Like normal monopoly, getting your money from the bank, collecting your token, rolling the dice, buying/selling properties(venues) and taking actions based on the space you end up on. That’s it!

Money(ordered by members’ ages and decorated by their signatures we received in 2024)

(btw the currency is called TRK, short for toriko虜)

Game manual

                                                                         Tokens

There are four kinds of spaces:

property space

When you are on a property space, you can choose to buy it and charge the rent.

chance space 1 for Cards type1<特別事件 special events>

chance space 2 for Cards type 2<普通事件 normal cards>

chance space 3 for Cards type 3<魔法世界magic world >

When you land on a chance space, you need to draw a card and follow the instructions. You may even get powerful tools there!

it’s even simpler than normal monopoly I feel haha

Types of cards

                                                               

【特別事件 special events���

This kind took me most of the time(I did almost all the drawings and design except for a very few cards and the tokens), so I will begin with it.

Like what I indicated before, you can draw a special event card when you land on a corresponding space. Each player/member can find their own special cards originated from their experiences in 2024.

*actually each one of them has 10 cards respectively, but technically it’s impossible to explain all of them, so I’m sorry to leave out some.

【Kyo’s part】

I finished kyo’s part first! From left to right, it indicates:

-kyo mentioned it was rly nice to have Arukuma at the venue and he wanted to see Kyoto’s mascot too, so I kinda joked about it

-the very famous HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL LOL

-kyo said it in a sukekiyo’s live around July, dont call me kyo or any name, say sukekiyo様(lord sukekiyo) instead and if you wanna happiness, buy a pot from me!(it was refering to a piece of cult news I guess)

-the sticker of his early age was sold out and Kyo hated it!!

-kyo mentioned he had Unadon three days in a row back in Nagoya, although it was him who wanted to eat Unadon the first

-he forgot his suitcase which was full of his personal clothing and shocked to see Poland was snowing when he woke up in Europe

-Kyo’s birthday live

-his instore, and he did a lot of cute doodles

【shinya’s part】

-all the members took photos of shinya’s legs and he was kinda embrassed about it lol

-he really likes sea otter!

-he was kinda robbed by a deer in Nara

-In order to film his youtube video, Shinya arrived at the venue 2 hours earlier but Toshiya surprisingly arrived earlier too!! Unsurprisingly Toshiya laughed at him, took a pircture, posted it on instagram and our poor Fujieda manager was being told off by shinya imao

-shinya passed漢字能力検定(a difficult language test of Japanese kanji)and received a certificate

-shinya posted a pic of sea otter as a reponse to kyo’s tweet saying his legs look great lol

-shinya collected all the mangazines of their vkei time and filmed a video

-his birthday event

-shinya was kinda obsessed with a Tiktok drama(he accidentally spotted the ad on instagram) and poured money into it.

【Die’s part】

-a collage of Die’s hometown Ise, Mie(all of us went to the show at Ise)

-he gave a MC there. It was rly touching

-he drank a lot of beer in Europe and treated Kaoru too(according to Thetheday)

-his birthday event

-he had his hair maintainance during the summer and it looked amazing(he posted it on Die’s mobile)

-his instore

-his 2nd instore(oh it must be tiring)

-his favorite baseball team 巨人（Yomiuri Giants） won the national champion of 2024 after beating Kaoru’s favorite team 阪神（Hanshin Tigers）

【Toshiya’s part】

-it’s also a joke related to Kyo’s card(the one of mascots) and Arukuma

-his photobook was published!! Congrats!

-his instore

-he streamed a cooking competition with Fujieda in the summer(the room was rly hot without AC)

-Toshiya celebrated his birthday in Berlin!(so I drew a little national flag on the plate and used sausages to decorate haha)

-he and Kaoru had a stream for Androgynos. They looked fine on the screen but they both admitted the chairs were so hard that their asses were hurt lol

【Kaoru’s part】

-Kaoru streamed with other TTT members to celebrate Boo’s birthday and drank a lot

-He misspelled his own name on TFOE(he also made a mistake on his birthday poster 長野虎之穴 and he corrected it by posting 野～～～！ On X)

-he had a holiday in Naha after Psychonnect (according to TTD)

-his birthday event(he designed several stamps to collect at the venue and I used the same layout when drawing it)

-A mini repo about how I got his pick in Nagoya

-the last episode of TFOE. He sang a song, ate shrimps and said byebye.

-Androgynos stream with Toshiya

-his instore. He doodled a lot and they kinda reminded me of Godzilla

-巨人 vs 阪神

【普通事件 normal cards】

-2024 was their 25th anniversary and we want to have another 25 years of Diru(so I drew 5 older them haha)

-1990120 was released

-Kyo was not rly happy with western food

-Kyo got mad on the stage

-Unext stream

-My bloody vampire caught the attention of local press bc fans covered with blood flocked to the street lol

-White Day

-the devil in me was released

-the stickers of Yokan were sold out! Congrats

-Dir en grey live film was out!

【魔法世界magic world】

Here comes my favorite kind! It was so enjoyable to draw. I guess it only took me around 2 or 3 days in total.

Bc it’s called magic world, it’s all about their babies(Idk how others call these cute little creatures, I just love to them their babies lol) and their pets. All the stories are around these non-human sweeties, while the only exception is the one on the right corner of the 1st row. The card is called Time machine, so I imitated kaoru’s self-portraits on his picks, indicating that this card can transfer current him to his younger time.

It’s a terrible pun i know lol

【summary】

Yeah that’s all!! Although it’s rly difficult to give a detailed introduction, we just finished it!! It rly took me so much time and energy, actually I was still working on it right before I flew to Sapporo mid November. I hope the members like the gift. And most importantly, I hope every diru fan enjoyed their 2024 and continuously enjoy Diru in the next coming years.

btw if anyone is curious about the workload, this is the screenshot↓

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Hello OP! Hope u don’t mind this request for the demon bros

So just earlier i saw the “raising a pet together” game on tiktok, and i was on a freenzy, IT’S JUST TOO CUTE 🥹 and i’m too single to have anybody to do it with me lol.

What would be their reaction when the MC got them to downloaded the app and raise the virtual pet together?

COMMENTS: Well, I didn't know about this game, so I asked Gemini (Bard) about it to find out a little more about this type of game. Long story short: I told some of my friends about this game and now we are taking care of a virtual kitten together 😊 Thank you so much for the request 😉

What I wrote is based on my little experience playing the game called Pokipet. I hope you and all enjoy 🐶🐱

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points

WORD COUNT: An average of 390 words per character.

CONTEXT - According to Gemini (formerly "Bard"): The "Raising a Pet Together" game is a concept where you and someone else, like a friend, family member, or significant other, work together to raise a virtual pet.

The core idea is to work together to raise a virtual pet, which can be a fun way to: Simulate pet ownership and its responsibilities. Test your teamwork and communication skills. Have a cute and engaging way to interact with someone else.

“Why would we take care of a virtual pet together if we can already do it with Cerberus?” He will ask you.

Well, maybe you just want to try it out and see how it goes.

“Of course everything would be fine. The two of us would be its caretakers. How could anything go if not perfectly?” he sighs and chuckles “Fine. If you really want to do this, then I can accommodate your whims.”

According to Lucifer's traditional Devildom profile, when asked "Cats or Dogs" he answers "Cerberus". So he would choose to take care of a dog and name it Cerberus.

Whenever you open the app to take care of the little virtual Cerberus, Lucifer has already taken care of everything. Feed it? He already did. Give it a bath? He already did it. Pet it? The happiness bar is already maxed out, but you can still do it.

You would probably do more of the decorating of the room and give it clothes and accessories. He'll probably be stupidly good at the minigames and earn a lot of money so you can spend it freely on those things.

Whenever he has a lot of work and opens the app as if it were another of his responsibilities and sees that the virtual Cerebrus is fed and well taken care of by you, he will smile in relief. It's so wonderful to have another person he can rely on and share responsibilities with. You're so good at taking the weight off his shoulders and making him feel at ease.

He will definitely try to use this game to convince you to take care of the real Cerebrus with him instead of a virtual pet.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

Lucifer: Good evening (Y/N)

Lucifer: Are you here to put Cerberus to bed too?

Lucifer: What a pleasant coincidence.

The two of you cuddle your pet until it falls asleep.

Lucifer: Now, you should go to sleep too.

Lucifer: The same applies to me.

Lucifer: But now I want to fall asleep with you by my side.

Lucifer: Come to my room.

Lucifer: I can cuddle you until you fall asleep too.

Lucifer: If what you want is to sleep, of course.

“Raising a pet together?! Do you think I have money to support a pet? I can barely stay out of debt!” Mammon panics and speaks as if you were talking about a child.

But then you explain that it's a virtual pet, on your D.D.D.s.

“Oh...” He blushes a lot. “W-why didn't you say that from the beginning, you dummy?” He thinks for a second and then smiles widely. “Well, if it's free, I guess we can try it.”

According to Mammon's traditional Devildom profile, when asked "Cats or Dogs"  he answers "Cats". If you were surprised, so was I. For a name? Maybe Goldie, like his credit card. A yellow kitten named Goldie.

He'll blush a little when he thinks that you're taking care of a pet together, like a real close couple.

You are the one who will take care of Goldie the most. Giving it food and bath. And there will be many times when you almost don't have the money for it because Mammon will spend it all on toys, clothes and decoration. Even though it's a virtual pet, he will spoil it.

In terms of the pet's needs, he will probably just play with it. And give it treats. He will try to do the minigames to earn more money, but regardless of whether he is good at these minigames or not, he will continue to spend more money than he can earn.

But despite everything, he will try to be as helpful as possible and genuinely try to take care of Goldie so you don't have to do all the work. Sometimes he will even surprise you by taking really ood care of it.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

Mammoney: Oi! What are ya doin' here?

Mammoney: Oh. Ya here to put Goldie to bed too?

Mammoney: Ok. You can do it tonight

You cuddle your pet until it falls asleep.

Mammoney: Aww look at our baby~

Mammoney: PET! I MEAN PET!

Mammoney: hey... if you're still not sleepy either

Mammoney: why don't ya come to my room?

Mammoney: I always feel more relaxed with you by my side

Mammoney: Maybe we can help each other sleep?

Mammoney: Or... do something else if ya want...

“A VIRTUAL PET TO TAKE CARE OF TOGETHER?!?!” Levi is overjoyed with the idea! His eyes were sparkling! You don't need to say anything else, he's already downloading the app. Could this be a test to find out if you would be good parents to a real pet? Or maybe... No! NO LEVI! TOO EARLY!! One step at a time.

According to Levi's traditional Devildom profile, when asked "Cats or Dogs"  he answers "Henry". But since he could only choose between dog and cat, he would probably choose dog, because cats are known to eat fish.

For a name? “Maybe Henry 3.0?” He starts to suggest “Hum... no... Ah! Can I try something?” he writes a name that is accepted and shows it to you so you can confirm or deny the suggestion, with his cheeks slightly flushed. Henry <3 When he sees you smile in confirmation, his smile and enthusiasm only increase.

He's a dedicated gamer, so you don't have to worry about anything at all! He will get so many coins that you will practically be rich in that game. And he will buy everything. EVERYTHING! Decoration, food, toys, clothes, accessories, literally everything that is possible to buy in the game. And you can do whatever you want.

If you show that you would like to contribute more to your pet's care, he will apologize and promise to play less so you can have the opportunity to take care of Henry <3 too. But of course he will continue to open the app almost constantly, even if it's just to see you taking care of Henry <3.

Don't be surprised if he one day shows up with a Henry <3 plush so that the two of you can cuddle your baby whenever you want.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

L3V1: HEYYYYY ^.^

L3V1: Are you here to put Henry <3 to bed too?

L3V1: Let’s do it together!

The two of you cuddle your pet until it falls asleep.

L3V1: Hey... um... are you sleepy?

L3V1: The thing is I'm not sleepy yet

L3V1: Actually I'm now wide awake

L3V1: Could you keep me company for a little while?

L3V1: You know, I always feel sleepier when I'm with you

L3V1: I feel safe and calm

L3V1: If by chance you also feel this way about me

L3V1: Would you like to keep each other company in my room?

L3V1: But it could also be in yours

L3V1: Or not. It's okay if you don't want to

Take care of a virtual pet together? Where one of the options is a cat? Sign him up! And since he can't have a real pet cat, this is the best thing you could have propose to him! (*cough* besides marriage *cough*)

We don't even need the Devildom profile for this one, do we?

For a name? Probably the name of one of his favorite writers. Or... how about the name of one of your (you two) favorite writers? Christopher from Christopher Peugeot ;)

He's not that much into games, but since we're talking about taking care of a kitten, he can reach your level of experience. Or at least he will try. And to do this, he will do two things: 1st - Ask you for help. Which will make you two learn together how the game works. And 2nd - Do a lot of research on the internet about the best ways to play and the best strategies to get lots of coins so that your cat doesn't lack any care.

That game will be one of the main apps on his D.D.D. In addition to apps about books and the chat where he talks to you and the others.

Maybe he'll even find a way to change the background on his phone to a screen shot of your virtual pet.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

stn: Hello.

stn: I see you're here to put Christopher to bed as well.

stn: Why don't we do the honors together?

The two of you cuddle your pet until it falls asleep.

stn: Now we both should go to sleep too.

stn: If you are having trouble falling asleep, you can come to my room.

stn: I will be happy to read with you until you fall asleep.

stn: Your company will also help me rest.

stn: So feel free to come see me.

“Take care of a virtual pet together? That sounds so cute! Oh, but it's not as demanding as taking care of a real pet, is it? I'm not ready for that kind of commitment. I still need my ME time.~”

According to Asmo's traditional Devildom profile, when asked "Cats or Dogs" he answers "Me <3". But you need to choose between a dog and a cat. So you suggest a cat.In real life, cats are generally not as dependent as dogs. And, lets say that they are more likely to take "beauty more seriously" than a dog.

For a name? “OH! Can it be Asmodeus II? Pretty pleeeeease~”

You will be Asmodeus II's main caretaker. Since Asmo will be more interested in spoiling it with toys, clothes and affection. And if he wants to buy something and doesn't have coins for it, he'll try to convince you to play more mini-games to get more coins for him to spend. “Ow, don't be mad at me hon. It's for our little baby. What if I spoil you in real life as a thanks~?”

When he tells his followers about this new virtual pet, eventually, more and more fans will ask him to tell them more and more about how it's going. Which mean that your pet will end up becoming part of his content. But it also ends up making Asmo pay more attention and care for it more.

And don't be surprised if, for a person who didn't want to commit to a pet, he ends up being the one trying to convince you to get a real pet. After all, if a virtual pet is already so good, imagine how much better a real pet would be! How cute would that be! And how much more engagement and new followers his social media would have! But despite this last one, what he really wants is to share a new love with you.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

AsmoBaby: Hey hon~ <3

AsmoBaby: I just wanted to come put our baby to bed~

AsmoBaby: Sorry for always being you the one to do this

AsmoBaby: What if you let me do this tonight? ;)

He cuddles your pet until it falls asleep.

AsmoBaby: Awwww! IT’S SO CUTE!

AsmoBaby: I have to take a screenshot to show my followers!

AsmoBaby: Give me a second~

AsmoBaby: I could see this cute little thing sleeping for hours~

AsmoBaby: But we both need our beauty sleep

AsmoBaby: Oh, that gives me an idea!

AsmoBaby: Why don't you come to my room?

AsmoBaby: We can do our nighttime beauty routines together

AsmoBaby: And we can sleep together if you want to stay with me

AsmoBaby: You deserve some spoiling for taking such good care of our baby <3

“A virtual pet?” Beel wouldn't understand the proposal well at first. “Isn't the point of having a pet to have a true companion by your side? You know, to take care of each other and play together?”

You tell him yes, but that it's just a little experience for you to share. Seeing how much you really want to do that with him, he will smile. “Okay, if you really want it that much, I'll take care of a pet with you. It'll be fun. Anything with you is.”

According to Beel's traditional Devildom profile, when asked "Cats or Dogs" he answers "Dogs". So, a dog will be.

For a name? You're asking a lot of him. Could you choose one for him? But try to keep it from being a food-related name, this will make Beel hungry. (And in the worst possible scenario, he wanting to bite your virtual pet. This is before he becomes attached to it)

He won't care much about aesthetics, you can take care of that if you want. You are free to dress your pet and get it as many toys as you want. Beel will be more interested in feeding it well and exercising.

In terms of playing mini-games to get coins, it would be very balanced, none of you would get many more coins than the other. Unless you're crazy about those mini-games. In that case, you would get more coins than Beel.

You also shouldn't be surprised when he starts talking about the two of you getting a real dog as a pet. Yes, it's true that Lucifer has Cerberus and that he would let you take care of him from time to time, but Beel wants a puppy of both of you. He wants to have a little furry baby with you.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

Beelzeburger: Hey

Beelzeburger: You're also here to put our dog to bed?

Beelzeburger: Being here with you makes me very happy

Beelzeburger: We can do this together

The two of you cuddle your pet until it falls asleep.

Beelzeburger: I'm going to get a snack before going to bed

Beelzeburger: Do you want one too?

Beelzeburger: We can have a midnight snack together

Beelzeburger: I'm going to the kitchen now

Beelzeburger: Do you want to meet me there?

Beelzeburger: Or do you want me to bring a snack to your room?

Beelzeburger: Oh wait!

Beelzeburger: I can eat your snack on the way

Beelzeburger: Sorry, it would be better if you come meet me in the kitchen

“A virtual pet? Well, it's not as demanding as having a real pet. And it would be fun to take care of a pet with you. Okay, we can do it.”

According to Belphie's traditional Devildom profile, when asked "Cats or Dogs" he answers "Dogs". So, a dog will be.

For a name? Well, Belphie would have a little idea. “You know, Beel has always reminded me of a happy dog, especially when he smiles. Ha ha. What do you think about calling it Beel?” That and when you two talk about your pet without giving context, the reactions of the brothers would be fun to watch.

You'll probably realize that taking care of that pet with Belphie is a rollercoaster. One moment he takes care of all the pet's needs and even buys one or two little things for it. And the next, the pet has all its needs at a minimum and needs a lot of care. Those last one usually happens because Belphie has fallen asleep and has been sleeping for a long time. But apart from those times, your care would be quite balanced.

You would probably be more in charge of playing the mini-games to earn coins. That's because Belphie doesn't really like to have that much work, although he tries to do it from time to time so it doesn't always have to be you.

He wouldn't start trying to convince you to get a real pet. Especially a dog. Because he knows it would be a responsibility he's not prepared for and he knows it would end up giving you more work and he doesn't want that. That virtual pet is perfect. At least for now.

If the app has a chat and, at night, you both open the app at the same time to put your pet to bed:

Belphie: Hi

Belphie: You're here too

Belphie: Do you want to put it to sleep?

Belphie: Be my guest :)

You cuddle your pet until it falls asleep.

Belphie: Thanks <3

Belphie: Hey, since you're still awake too

Belphie: Come join me

Belphie: Let's cuddle until we fall asleep

Belphie: I always sleep better when I'm with you

Belphie: I also have the best dreams

Belphie: Come sleep with me~

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[cheezeybread]

Random Twisted Wonderland Headcanons I have that I feel the need to share with the world, sucks to be anyone reading this!

KALIM

Kalim wasn't going to be invited to NRC, obviously, since he didn't have "exemplary" magic, as either Jamil or Crowley said in the game (I forgot which, FORGIVE ME), but it's clear that he would have been accepted into Royal Sword Academy due to his nature.

Kalim's family knew that Kalim would have been safer at Royal Sword, but they also knew that the school wouldn't accept their "donations" as well. Plus, they knew Jamil was going to NRC, and knew how much Kalim had bonded to the boy.

And, obviously, Jamil would be more than happy to watch over Kalim and ensure that he gets better at magic and has a good time, right? So off to NRC you go, Kalim! Oh, lookie here, you're in the same dorm as Jamil now! How convenient!

So, to sum it up, the Asim family made sure Kalim got into NRC despite the "dangerous" students because they knew Jamil would be there to protect and serve him. Ouchies

MERFOLK

Two different kinds of merfolk- sirens and fishfolk (aka, the kinds of merfolk desended from animals-- not sure what to call them, so fisfolk is a placeholder lol--, like the tweels and Azul). Sort of the same vibe as Beastmen and humans

While it's not technically cannibalism for a "fishfolk" to eat the creature they're descended from, a lot of cultures believe it to be a sin to do so, and some just get the willies from it.

Nudity is really not a big deal to merfolk. Like, most of them don't wear clothes, and those that do only wear robes and stuff to symbolize their class/status in society underwater. On land, they have to have a crash course in how to wear clothes and what to wear when. Floyd was very prone to accidentally forget to wear clothes and wander the halls of Octavinelle naked during his freshman year (much to the horror of his dorm members)

The Merfolk don't eat each other 24/7, nor pose as much of a threat to each other as wild animals do- some find it extremely offensive that land-dwellers assume all mer-predators eat whatever other merpeople they can sink their teeth into. They live together in a society similar to the one on land. Of course, the elements and wild creatures pose more of a threat to them than natural land-predators, but the merfolk themselves aren't in the habit of killing one another.

HOWEVER, there is a special law amongst them that if another merperson is causing undue harm to them/a loved one, murder is justified. And, of course, they must consume the flesh of the merperson killed and send the head back to the killed one's family for closure reasons. They may not eat each other that often, but in the Ocean, it's more natural and well-accepted to eat whoever you killed (in self-defense, ofc, if it wasn't in self-defense, then you are going to JAIL, queen!) to show that you respected the fight they put up and to honor their memory. It's more of an ancient tradition that's now just a part of what they do.

HEARSLABYUL

This one was brought to me in a VISION (aka me reading part 3 of Cater's Vignette for one of his cards when I noticed the background Heartslabyul students all had Suit characters on their faces)

All of the dorm members are assigned a "card suit" after their orientation- this suit is determined by the Housewarden (who is assigned the role of the "king/queen" of the dorm and doesn't need a suit), who bases his decision off of the personality of the student, their grades, and their ambitions. No one but the Housewarden knows why they're put in the suit they are.

There's a big initiation ceremony when the Housewarden finishes deciding the Suits for the freshmen, and they host a special ceremony in their dorm's yard that involves a series of tasks for the freshmen to go through- involving a maze-run with juniors chasing after them, a hedgehog obstacle course, and a special game that the Housewarden makes per year off of one of the Queen of Heart's rules. Once the initiation ceremony is done, and the suits are given to each freshmen, they will then be responsible for painting their suit on their face wherever they want to for the rest of their time on campus.

IGNIHYDE

For most Housewardens, a student needs to challenge the existing housewarden and duel them to claim their title.

For Ignihyde, they do things differently. Because they're all more skilled in technology for the most part, they'll have a challenge to see who can build something the best (whether it be a robot, a toy machine, etc etc- the decision of what to make will be voted on by the dorm members). At the end of the challenge, all of the students in the dorm will vote on who did the best- but they aren't told which invention was made by whom as to avoid favoritism, and boom! That's the new Dorm Leader.

Idia brought Ortho into the dorm and everyone just assumed that that was his challenge to the existing dorm leader LMAO

It really wasn't....but the current dorm leader was so in awe of Ortho and Idia's intelligence that he gave up his position (practically forcing it into Idia lol) for him.

[ibrowjo]

Strands of Freedom

Part 2: Refresh

warnings: trichotillomania, brief panic attack, brief language

word count: 2.9K

a/n: this is part 2 to the Strands of Freedom trilogy. read part one here. just a reminder, this is all based on my own experience with trichotillomania, compulsions, and panic attacks, and this is all self-indulgent (therapy's helping !!). I went back and forth on how I wanted this part to go, so this is me saying to hell with it, have it, read it, enjoy it (or don't), and I don't have to think about it anymore lol. thanks for reading!

I started wearing my hair up every day, usually twisted into a bun on the top of my head. Every time Sam or Dean noticed my fingers exploring my hair, they’d subtly (or so they thought) distract me with something else. I’d be pouring over a lore book, my hands finding their way up, and Dean would ask me to help him with weapons, or Sam would offer to play card games or take me on a run. I appreciated their effort, and they didn’t ask questions. I started noticing a bit of hair growing where I had picked it all out, and I celebrated when I did, but I still had harder days where I’d give in to the impulses, and soon I’d have strands of hair littering the floor. 

It had been a week since I last washed my hair, and I was starting to feel gross as my hair got dirtier. No matter how many times I showered my body off, my hair never left an updo long enough for me to get in there and clean it. I worried that touching my hair that much would be too tempting and set me back on my progress. 

“Hey, Dean?” I asked. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you have a hat I can borrow?” 

Dean turned from the library shelf he was searching and furrowed his brows in confusion. “Uh, I could probably find one somewhere around here, why?” he asked.

“I just don’t want to worry about my hair.” I clasped my hands together in front of my chest and rested them under my chin, a lighthearted smile on my face as I tried to stay casual. 

His arms dropped down to his sides as his gaze moved over me. “Your hair looks fine.”

“Well, I mean yeah, it’s pulled up.” I looked at the ground. “But I- Well- It’s getting gross, but I want to go longer before washing it,” I confessed sheepishly. 

“Again, why?” he asked. I looked at him, then back at the ground, then to anything else except him before it clicked in his head. “Ah,” he said. “I think I have one somewhere from when I played electrician last year. I think Sam stashed it in the armory somewhere. If you can find it, it’s yours.” He looked back at the bookshelf in thought, no longer searching for a book, before he turned back around to face me with his arms folded. “Hey, you know, I could… uh… I could wash it for you.” His gaze softened as he shrugged and I processed his offer. 

“What? You’d do that?” 

“Yeah. I mean I washed Baby this morning, might as well make it a two-fer,” he replied nonchalantly.

I snorted a small laugh. “You did not just lump me in with a car.”

A look of feigned hurt crossed his face as he held his palms out in front of him in defense. “Uh, correction, I lumped you in with the most beautiful set of wheels on the road. You should feel flattered, honestly.” 

“Okay, but I’m a person with real feelings,” I argued while fighting a grin. “Not your precious car.”

Dean pointed a finger at me, pulling out a serious tone. “Watch it,” he said. “I’m gonna go start the shower, and you better shape up by the time I do or I’m washing your hair with one of Sam’s rabbit food smoothies.”

I silently saluted him, trying to stifle a laugh as he walked past me, his boots pounding on the hardwood floor.

Once he was out of sight, I followed him in the same direction, passing the bathroom on the way to my room and hearing the water splash to life. Once I had gathered a change of clothes and a towel, I went back to the bathroom, walking into the slightly steamy room and seeing Dean stand there in just a t shirt and jeans, reading the back of my shampoo bottle. 

“Does this fancy smelling shit really do all this stuff? ‘Repairs damage. Protects from breakage. Increases shine.’” 

“Probably not,” I replied. “But it smells good.” 

Dean chuckled before setting the shampoo down on the small shelf next to the shower. “Tell me what you need me to do, Sweetheart,” he said, clapping his hands together, the sound echoing off the walls of the washroom..

“Well, uh, can you help me take my hair out and brush it? I have a hard time trying not to mess with it when I do that.” I tried to smile at Dean, but I could tell it came across as more of an awkward grimace. 

“Yeah, I can do that,” he chuckled, noting the look on my face. He opened the cabinet that used to hold my handheld mirror and grabbed my hairbrush from the bin on the top shelf. “Come here,” he said. 

I shuffled toward him, my heart suddenly pounding at the realization that he was going to see how thin and dirty my hair had become. I knew he would never judge me over my appearance, but the thought of him being as disgusted by me as I had become entered my mind. “Just don’t... look at it,” I said as he started tugging at the hair tie. 

“Hate to break it to you, Sunshine, but if I’m doing this, I’m not doing it with my eyes closed.” 

A deep breath escaped me as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. Of course I was grateful he was willing to help me out. I just needed to focus on that. 

I relaxed as he gently pulled the brush through my hair, expertly starting at the ends to avoid making the tangled mess even worse. We were silent, he focused on each tender brush stroke, and I focused on keeping my hands busy. 

“So I have a question.” he stated. He stepped back, having finished brushing my hair, and waited for me to turn around. 

I didn’t. 

Unsure about whether I would be able to handle whatever he wanted to know, I stayed as I was, but he asked the question anyway, his voice gentle and caring. 

“How long has this whole thing been going on?” 

I shrugged my shoulders, finally turning around. “I don’t know. I didn’t notice I did it until it got so bad that I found clumps of hair on the floor.” 

I kicked my feet up behind me one by one to take my socks off as I looked up into Dean’s evergreen eyes. I tossed the stockings to the side and began to unbuckle my belt, and I watched his gaze move down to watch my hands work, a softness passing through his expression before he collected himself and met my eyes again. Grasping the hem of my shirt next, I looked at him inquisitively, urging him to avert his eyes as I continued to undress.

“Right, sorry,” he noted as he turned his back to me. “Anyway, I know you kick ass. I mean, how many times have you kicked mine?” he asked rhetorically, slightly chuckling to himself as he waited for me to laugh at his joke. I remained silent in place of a response. He cleared his throat and continued.

“What you’re dealing with doesn’t change the fact that you’re one of, if not the best damn hunter I’ve worked with. But I just don’t want you to think you have to figure it out by yourself. Sammy and I, we may not get it, but we care.” 

“You can turn around, Dean,” I interrupted, not responding to his ‘chick flick’ moment. I stepped under the water and turned my back to him as he once again grabbed the shampoo bottle and dumped some into his palm, his presence suddenly warm behind me in the open-space shower.

I didn’t know what to say, and he seemed to get the hint.  

“If I don’t see ultimate shine from this shampoo after your hair dries, I’m going to be pissed,” he teased, changing the subject. He began to comb the shampoo through my wet hair, lightly scrubbing at my scalp to lather it up. “Rinse,” he commanded once he was satisfied. I tipped my head under the stream of hot water, and he reached out to guide the water through my hair to rid it of the soapy foam. The warm waterfall dripped lazily from my bare shoulders. I crossed my arms over my chest as I felt Dean’s strong hands massage my scalp, eventually ridding it of suds.

“Aaaaaand repeat,” he said, squeezing more shampoo into his hand and repeating the process. 

He spent the next few minutes replicating his actions without speaking a word. Steam began to billow around the two of us, and once the second wash was rinsed, he reached his hand over my shoulder and out in front of me, and I high fived him. “Phase one: complete,” he announced. “Now, how the fuck do you use conditioner?” 

“What?” I asked incredulously, quickly glancing over my shoulder at him. 

“Hey, I use 2 in 1,” he defended. 

“Of course you do.” A small giggle escaped, and I could practically feel Dean smiling behind me. “Just comb it through the bottom half of my hair, and make sure you get the ends good. I’ve got a shower comb in the same bin as my hairbrush if you need it.” 

“Nah,” he said. “I’m good with my hands.” I rolled my eyes at his cheeky statement as he shook conditioner from the bottle, and I felt the gentle tugs at my hair as he worked it through my ends. 

“No flirting while I’m naked,” I remarked. “I might start questioning your intentions.” 

“So, what if my intentions are questionable?” he teased as he twirled the conditioner through my hair. 

“Yeah, yeah,” I said dismissively, waving a hand in the air. “Save it, Casanova.” 

He chuckled behind me, and I joined him, letting a small snort through my nose. And for a moment, I let go of all my doubt and insecurity, just letting myself enjoy truly laughing for the first time in days.  

“You ready to rinse?” he asked after spending a few minutes working the conditioner through my strands and letting it sit. 

I stepped under the water once again in response, and he got to work ridding my hair of all the leftover product. I closed my eyes as the warm water washed over me and Dean continued combing through my hair with his fingers, the conditioner already gone. I relaxed my shoulders. 

“Thank you,” I said. He stopped playing with my hair and shut the water off before reaching for my towel and wrapping it around my shoulders. I turned, now covered, and looked up at him. He raised his clenched hand up between us and we bumped fists, and he handed me my stack of fresh clothes, turning around for me to get dressed. 

I skipped putting on a bra and instead pulled an oversize band tee over my head, followed by putting on my underwear and finally a warm pair of sweats. I shivered a little bit as the steam dissipated and the room grew colder, but Dean faced me again and draped my damp towel over my head, rubbing it back and forth to get my hair dry. 

“I can dry my own hair,” I said, knowing there’d be a barrier between my hands and the tempting strands. 

“What?” he asked sarcastically. “Sorry, you’re all muffled under the towel I’m using to dry your hair.” 

I let out another giggle as he pulled the top of my head into his shoulder to dry the back, leaving me hunched over awkwardly. 

“Dean,” I protested, a grin still on my face. I pushed against his stomach, and he let go of me, whipping the towel from off my head and dropping it to the floor. 

“Now, let’s see...” he said quietly, picking up a couple strands of my hair and pretending to observe them closely. “I’ll have to comb it out, but I’d say that’s a job well done, Sweetheart.” He looked back at my face and winked. 

“You should really think about quitting the whole monster hunting thing and open your own salon.” 

“I’d have to charge you for this then.” He shrugged. “No freebies.” 

“Wait a minute... you offered.” 

He put on a serious face. “And you took me up on my offer.” 

My mouth fell open, and he smirked at me at me before grabbing my comb and gripping my shoulders to turn me around. 

“The good news,” he began as he worked the comb gently through my hair, “is that I accept all forms of legal tender. The better news is that I know you’re broke, so I’ll let it slide just this once if you’ll have dinner with me tonight.” The combing stopped. 

I froze, unsure how to respond. We stood in silence, my breathing the only thing I could hear. “But... I have dinner with you every night,” I reasoned as I tried to act casually. At my answer, he slowly started combing my hair again. 

“Yeah, I know,” he said matter of factly. “But come on, you know what I mean.” 

And I did. I just never thought I’d hear those words come from his mouth, that’s all. 

“Okay, uhm... why?” I tried my best to keep my voice at its normal tone, realizing that it had gotten a little more high-pitched after Dean’s request. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. In fact, all I wanted was to go on a date with the man, but why right now?

“’Why?’ ‘Why,’ she says,” Dean spoke out to nobody in particular. “Because your noggin is overflowing with all this bullshit, and you deserve a special night, that’s why.” He set the brush down and walked around to stand in front of me. 

“I don’t need you to take pity on me, Dean,” I practically whispered, feeling a light sting in my chest. I kept my gaze locked on the floor at my bare feet.

I knew that everything in my life was uprooted when I started dealing with the impulses and feelings associated with the slew of mental issues I had, and Dean knew it too. That’s just the way it goes when your brain tells you there’s no way you could get your degree or go out to eat, let alone go on a date with someone, but I didn’t need my weaknesses to bring me special treatment. I didn’t need them to be the only thing people saw when they looked at me. I just needed to be treated normally. 

“Yeah, well I don’t pity you,” Dean insisted. “I just think a night of distraction wouldn’t kill you, right?” 

His voice was soft, but his words were firm, and I winced as soon as they fell upon my ears. 

“Right?” he repeated as I contemplated his offer. He looked hopeful, and his hesitant smile melted me. But it was all too much for my senses. I started getting tunnel vision, and the urge to tug my hair tickled at my fingers. I blinked once, twice, then three times, trying to clear my head and focus on Dean.

His voice echoed. “Are you okay?”

I wasn’t listening. I crouched down to pick up the sopped towel and stalked past Dean, bumping into his shoulder as I did, tears burning behind my eyes. He was after me within a second, his wide stride catching up with me before I even made it to the door, and he reached out and caught my wrist. I stopped, turning my face to look at his, the tears brimming. 

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Dean said once he saw my face. My eyes were probably bloodshot, and my chin quivered under his watchful gaze. He pulled me in, his chest warm and comforting in the now cool air. “Let me try again,” he whispered. “Because I know this stuff is overwhelming. I just want you to stop believing you aren’t worthy of someone’s care. And I know that this hasn’t let up for a long time, and I wish it would. I just want to try and show you that I love you, and I want to be there for you and help you enjoy something for a while, and I know I’m not good at this shit, but, fuck, I-” 

I squeezed my arms around his middle, effectively cutting him off. “I know,” I mumbled. “I just… give me a second to be right here.”

I breathed in, out, in, out, and in, and with one final exhale, I sunk completely into his hold. “I love you,” he said softly, resting his chin on my head. “And I hate to see you like this.” 

I listened to his heartbeat as we embraced, closing my eyes and allowing my mind to calm. 

“What are you making me for dinner?” I asked after a few moments, breaking the silence. 

Dean chuckled and moved his open hand up and down my back gently. “Ah, so you WILL have date night with me.” 

My cheeks flushed, and I was grateful I was hidden in his shirt. “If that’s what you want to call it,” I said casually. 

His whispered response was immediate. “Oh, hell yeah.”

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[yuurei20]

Hello! It's me again. Thank you for answering my last ask.

I went and found some more voice lines. Sadly, I cannot screenshot the audio, but here's the English translations of the lines from Jack's dorm uniform, Rook's Halloween costume, Malleus' GloMas outfit, Kalim's New Year getup, Silver's Halloween costume, and Silver's Birthday Boy clothes. It's worth noting that Deuce calls Kalim "Asim-senpai" in the New Year's duo.

Hope this helps! (I only have the Jack, Malleus, and Rook shown here, the rest I got via the helper cards in Crafter's Gauntlet battles. lol.)

Hello hello, thank you so much!! I checked the audio on all of the above cards and with the exception of the usual removal of honorifics, the official translations on EN are all perfect! :>

Have put together an original dialogue/literal translation comparison just for fun, but they're all great as they are!

Jack's phrasing here is probably meant to be a wolf-based pun, as the word he is using (���ます) both means to defeat a person/win a challenge in one go, and is also pronounced the same as the word 嚙ます, for "to bite."

So technically he is saying both "let's bite them" and "let's finish them off" simultaneously, which isn't really something that can be portrayed in English.

Ruggie's response of "熱くなっちゃって" is kind of Ruggie saying, "You always get so heated!" or "passionate" or "worked up."

The word "hade" (派手) comes up a lot with Kalim, but can be so difficult to express in English. It can be said as "flashy," "gaudy," etc. Basically, to go very big!

Deuce's response is the same on EN and is a word of encouragement (it is actually かます again, from Jack's Duo, as Deuce is encouraging Kalim to take out their opponent), but Deuce is also saying "please."

And then there is Deuce's use of last-name-senpai being changed to a first name without an honorific which, as you say, is worthy of note!

Deuce's way of expressing himself connects directly to his past violence and his present-day efforts to reform himself; an important part of the character that might just be impossible to translate into english. (More here!)

Malleus and Sebek's lines are both perfectly accurate on EN, although "-sama" has been removed from Sebek's dialogue.

The game has an interesting relationship with the "-sama" honorific. Sebek's "Malleus-sama" gets rewritten into "Housewarden Malleus" or dropped, while it is localized as "Mr.," "Master," "O Great," "O mighty" or "Count" with other characters.

Rook's Halloween Duo dialogue is perfectly accurate! Interestingly, while Trey and Riddle both have "roses" in their nicknames, Riddle's is pronounced as the English/French word "rose," while Trey's is pronounced as the Japanese word "bara" (薔薇).

(All of Rook's nicknames (including changes made between servers) can be found here!)

Silver's Halloween Duo is also perfectly accurate, with just the loss of "-senpai" from Silver.

Leona's line is a great example of how flexible the Japanese language is, depending so heavily on context as it does: technically all Leona is saying is the word "show," in a command form. He isn't specifying what it is that he wants Silver to show to him, so while we can infer that this would probably be "show me what you've got" or "show me how it's done," etc, in English, he could technically also be saying "show me what's in your hands" or "show me what you're hiding," etc.

(If you've ever wondered how some translations can vary so wildly between sources, this is part of why!)

Silver's Birthday Duo is also perfectly accurate, missing only the "-kun" from Ruggie.

Unlike Cater, who also uses honorifics in 100% of his dialogue (except with Trey in important situations), when Leona overblots Ruggie doesn't shift to calling him by name: he calls him a casual form of "you," which is equally fascinating. (More here)

Also, combined the above screenshots with their corresponding audio for reference, here!

[ultra-raging-ghost]

What are your ideas on the differences between a human and a demon, I've seen many many many many differing interpretations and I wanna collect them all like Pokémon cards

I have a couple thoughts on this actually!!!!

So first off the big ones, physically there's a bunch of differences between humans and demons, and even between demons themselves!

To me, humans generally follow like IRL rules and shit like that, but theres additional things that kinda come with minecraft mechanics. Obviously theres respawn, but i personally attribute that to some kind of supernatural occurrences or very specific circumstances. In the case of the QSMP there's cannon vs non-cannon/in-universe deaths, but i also like to keep the Federation in mind - they obviously have some sort of hand in the life cycle on quesadilla island, with the eggs having two lives and whatnot, and being able to briefly bring them back to speak with their parents before being sent off to the afterlife. I personally think humans have IRL mechanics, but organizations like the Federation or even sometimes standalone experimental organizations can have a hand in trying to affect the human life cycle.

We have god-like beings, angels and ferrymen of death and whatnot, and i cant help but remember the Hunger Games lore where more than one life wasnt given which is cannon to the QSMP. I also like to consider the DSMP, which is semi-cannon, where they had multiple "cannon" lives (as opposed to the QSMP where they have one "cannon" life from what we've seen) and Ghosts and resurrections and all that, human life from what ive seen is not only fragile but flexible! Can be broken but also can be bent!

I got a little side tracked but point is: humans - one life (unless interfered with) Demons - not one life! (Bad follows a death/rebirth cycle/We dont know how mouse and tina operate/etc.)

Other physicalities I consider is humans are generally pretty realistically sturdy, they easily lose limbs but can wear prosthetics, and with the help of magic they can be immune to certain things (Still organizing my thoughts on Fit's recent lore - might think abt that more later).

Demons are not only sturdier (Bad/Mouse/tina/dapper/pomme/emmie having generally neutral reactions to radiation, obviously bad and dapper arent doing the best but theyre fairing MUCH better than a human would in their condition) but i like to imagine they can shape shift a little? we know the eggs generally like to hc bad as a shapeshifter that can get bigger/smaller, but he has consistent features he cant really get rid of as far as we've seen like his horns and tail. When i draw him, i generally vary his horn shape/length and change his body type and height a little in every drawing on purpose, but also i like extending this to the other demons! Mouse and Tina obviously look more human, but like cc!tina has talked about how she likes q!tina to have huge fucking knockers and i like to imagine they can change that themselves, it just makes sense to me! There are limitations to it, in my mind the horns are a consistent and identifying feature on them that they cant really change without a TON of practice. But the rules are bendy, ykwim? they can be more or less animalistic, swap physically gendered traits, shift from nails to claws, etc.

As far as cannon things go, we know demons generally have a better nose and all smell like sulfur, humans smell different to them, probably like BO or something lol

Thinking magic wise, humans obviously dont experience a ton of it, but magic is everywhere! In the air, on your skin, and thats to say i just think its funny to imagine that demons can be summoned by saying their name 5 times kjbhvjbn

Culturally, demons are definitely a lot different not only from humans but from one another and i think thats entirely based on their upbringing! I could write a lot about that, but the first thing off the top of my head is like their clothing i guess? We see from mouse and bad's clothing they tend to wear pretty gear-like clothing, i guess is how you could describe it? I like to imagine belts and buckles are something theyre used to wearing, maybe for aesthetic reasons, maybe for mechanical reasons! Maybe in hell you gotta carry a lotta small shit, or rock climbing is a popular activity, who knows!

Demon culture as well to me includes horn pride, ykwim? They care for and polish their horns, paint them for celebrations and decorate them with jewelry! Theres popular standard colors like black and white but choosing something more extravagant is common! Like matching your hair color if you have it dyed a fun color, staining it, painting it patterned for birthdays or holidays. Maybe its like homestuck purpleblood facepaint rules, where showing your bare horns is something you do with special people you trust a lot? Thats something very cute to me.

Also! Mentioned this in another post! i like the idea of Pool noodle jail!! Putting pool noodles on the horns of baby demons who cant stop headbutting eachother! thats adorable to me!!

[averagetransdude12]

(For legal reasons I'm not a therapist) Uhhh I am bored so now I sha'll rant to yall about Flamingo lore. So I'll be going by this playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLMAZgP8rjwSLYgRu2v0gjUWlZ_ucFPC1E

So the first video is called "A normal roblox video" it kinda just shows insanity and losing yourself, and at the end it seems like Albert (which is of course the main character) "dies" but not really dying its just implied.

The second video is called "Albert's new merch made something terrible happen" it shows rituals in which Albert sacrifices a styrofoam head to a god like deity and when his ritual goes well he goes insane, and it cuts to Albert throwing wife (the mannequin) off the roof. Which could be you sacrificing yourself to help others, but they don't care enough to care so it could lead to insanity

The third video is called "Flamingos wife" where it looks like the whole incident was either a dream or it happened earlier. It has nothing of value in most of it until near the end when Albert and wife wake up in a sewer and if you turn up you're brightness you can see a shadowy figure behind them in the sewer. Maybe the shadow could be a guilty conscience? Like how some people deal with guilt they didn't even need to feel guilt about or it could be just a normal guilty conscience.

The fourth video is called "USE STARCODE FLAMINGO" which is just him making an ad for his starcode, but it's ofc deeper then that cause it's Albert. So it has a kid character (which is just Albert but on his knees), and a mom, the kid is just a brat asks his mom for robux, and his mom buys him a robux gift card, and the kid uses it without using the starcode and is sent to hell where a shadow creature threatens him and tells him that he'll kill his mom and take him (well it's implied).

The fifth video is called "I am playing roblox in this video" the video starts with Albert playing a roblox game, (and if you watch the video you would know the context, and rn I'll just mention the lore of the video) it seems in the video as if it's eluding to murder. In said video Albert sees a ghost orb which is a sign of a dead person or someone's ghost (it could just be some fuzz, but Albert said the crew didn't see it and that he didn't mean to watch it go by) and there is a shadow man behind him if you turn up the brightness. (Pretend I put that the lights go out for 2 minutes in said video lol) the lights go back on and Albert gets up from where he was siting and goes over to some scaffolding (he filmed it in his "new" office building) he climbs up the scaffolding ladder and when he gets up onto the top of the scaffolding he spits over the edge spitting out beans (beans can imply drugs/gore if you look into where they mostly come from) he looks shocked, and climbs down the ladder and walks over to his desk where the computer is leaking beans everywhere. He mumbles something about how he thought he hid it and stuff.

Sixth video is called "The end of flamingo" let's just skip over the boring shit and go straight to how it implies to not being able to leave people (could imply attachment issues) and thinking you are trapped to be around with them, and how it's like everything is burning around you but you are still conscious. Oh and the weird demon thing that talks to Albert and says he should let her go. And when he doesn't let her go, the demon makes Albert trapped inside of a mannequin on a burnt bed.

Seventh and hopefully last video is titled "I messed up" (man if he posts another damn merch ad video I will point a gun to my head) It seems like it's based in the 80's with the 80's music and the whole laundromat thing and the newspapers. So Albert is driving a car to the laundromat to wash clothes (the fans love this video lol). Skip to the laundromat where he encounters masked shadow man (idk thats his name now) the masked shadow man asks for meat, and shows Albert a newspaper with an ad for a meat store. It skips to Albert driving back to the laundromat with some meat for the masked man, he arrives to the laundromat and looks for the masked man, and the masked man declines the meat Albert brought him and points to a girl outside. And Albert goes outside and goes up behind her and goes to grab her shoulder when she turns into meat, Albert goes back into the laundromat and looks for the masked man. This could imply many things like helping someone but they don't really care much when you actually help them, or being a people pleaser and such, trying to help people as best as you can. Or some shit idk I'm not a therapist.

Matpat should look into this, I shouldn't have to just post this shit at 4 am cause I was bored and no one else will talk about it. If anyone can do it please try and get matpat to look into this. I ruined my damn sleep schedule just to make this post.

[squirrelkiln-art]

Unearthed Revision - Chapter 1 Notes

If you haven’t read Chapter 1 of the Unearthed Revision, read it here! This post is gonna have some behind the scenes details and minor spoilers for the chapter it’s about.

Since this is the first chapter behind-the-scenes post, I’ll explain the premise. These posts will have a link to the chapter/s they’re talking about, a quick note by me, and after a ‘read more’ will have my thoughts on things. (I usually have more to say than I feel appropriate putting in AO3 notes so I’m using this.) Later chapters will have more visuals in the way of art and concept work. The first few, however, will be all or majorly text. Anyway, onto the post.

Oh boy, the start of the adventure! I’ve read this chapter so many times it actually bores me, in both the old version and the revision. Still, I like how I revised it from the original. For now, here’s some notes I took or remembered while doing this. They’re pretty rambly, but if you’ve read Unearthed you’ll be used to me doing that anyway! I’m aware I’m more excited about these notes than others but it’s nice putting them out there.

Minor spoilers ahead!

This chapter was stuck in my drafts upon its initial writing years ago because I struggle so much with titles I couldn’t even think of the proper name for Unearthed. And to think I wanna give them chapter names now. Ha! We’ll see.

For some reason the talk of the stakeout business at the start of the chapter really messed with my sense of timing in this fic. It still does, actually, and I have a written timeline because of it.) I’ll probably share that in a future post once I neaten it up a bit.) Though the entirety of Unearthed takes place over the course of only a few days, I like making timelines for multi-chapter fics.

Ben's stimming when he’s anxious (clawing at his arms, pulling his hair and clothes) is a reference to what I do, or rather did, when I was majorly struggling with my health. It's not stated in the fic itself but my version of Ben is often based on myself via projecting, including my autism and ADHD. I’m the author I say what disorders my protagonist has! (/lh)

Even in the first chapter, Rook’s improvement between versions is practically tangible.  In the Old fic, he brushed Ben off because he was impatient and didn't really take Ben seriously. Here, he does acknowledge and validate Ben’s concerns, but only denies them because he believes that they're still unlikely. As a result, he insists Ben gets sleep for his own wellbeing and not to get rid of him.

“The human curled around his spare pillow and clutched it for some sort of comfort, a life raft in the raging black ocean of his furiously beating heart." Theatre/musical kids might recognize some of this line. It’s a reference to the song Lifeboat from the Heather’s musical (TW for that song) thanks to my working on that musical in school, around the time I wrote this fic. This song got stuck in my head SO much during revisions lol.

"...And, fortunately, he didn’t find himself trying to hero in his sleep again…" This is a simple callback to an OS episode, Midnight Madness!

"...His eyes scanned the various squares of paper from top to bottom–dancing groups, physical therapy, an advert for a lost Galvan Organization table, a single card from a trading card game..." This line about the trading card is a small, admittedly silly reference to the Yu-Gi-Oh! GX abridged series by ShadyVox. These abridged YGO series shaped my sense of humor growing up more than I’d like to admit.

"He could recognize it as something he had unfortunately felt nearly every day since he was ten years old. It was fear." This line was more for the emotional impact overall, but is a sight reference to the game OFF. The line it’s referencing goes, “He has your eyes... They are full of fear.”

For the first couple chapters I plan on posting their BTS Notes today and editing the AO3 chapters themselves to include a link to their respective Tumblr post. Anyways, thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far. I hope you can enjoy the rest of the Unearthed Revision as well as the notes I leave behind.

[cuteconsortboys]

How would the Naruto consorts react to the empress bringing in Haku ( in your fic he was a dancer) even though all of them are from royal/important families? Based on your harem so it would be easier I think 🤔 😉

Hmm, based on the harem from my fic? I can do that!

Itachi:

He views it as a challenge, but one he welcomes.

He thinks Haku is a very lovely man, and certainly has the beauty and grace needed for a consort which is good because those things are hard/impossible to teach.

But also, Haku is going to be seriously lacking in the etiquette and cultural department, and it's going to be Itachi's job to catch him up and oversee his education.

He's happy to help, but it's going to be a lot of extra work and he is a little apprehensive.

Luckily, Haku is a talented and diligent student and Itachi grows very fond of him during their time together.

Neji:

He doesn't like it one bit.

He definitely has some misguided opinions about certain groups of people because he only got to hear his clan's opinion and he doesn't meet these groups on a daily basis in a way that could change his opinion.

He associates the kind of dancing entertainment that Haku did with promiscuity.

Even if Haku or you claim he's a virgin, Neji thinks Haku is lying.

And Neji fully believes that this is a terrible thing. It is a man's duty to remain a virgin for their wife and he doesn't like how Haku (allegedly) broke that rule.

He is harsher than he should be with Haku whenever he doesn't know something that a husband from a proper family would know.

For that reason, Shino and Itachi mostly oversee Haku's move into the harem.

Shino:

Shino doesn't have many strong feelings.

He is a little more nervous than normal to meet Haku because Shino feels he will be harder to predict because of his upbringing.

There are rules that new husbands are taught to follow so there is a certain degree of predictability normally. Haku doesn't have that and it does set Shino on edge.

But Haku is very soft spoken and quiet and respectful and Shino finds no fault with him.

He is very neutral overall.

Naruto:

So! Fucking! Excited!

This man must have had a thousand life experiences that Naruto hasn't been able to have!

What are taverns like?? What kind of dances did you do?? What kinds of food did you eat?? Do you have any of your old clothing?? Can I see it??

He probably overwhelms Haku with his endless questions, but he's just so excited that there's someone who's different and he's convinced that Haku must have some really good stories to tell.

Naruto does romanticise common life a little bit, so his reaction isn't really surprising.

The night after Haku's wedding night, Naruto hosts the normal games in the common room to introduce him, but he makes everyone plays a version of 21 questions so he can find out more about Haku.

Normally card games are his go to, but not with Haku.

Iruka:

He's really worried about Haku and how he's going to adjust.

This life is complicated for the people born into it, let alone someone who's dragged into over night.

He constantly checks on him and arranges for other people to accompany him when Iruka is busy.

He definitely also volunteers to help Itachi with Haku's rapid fire education.

Iruka doesn't look down on Haku for his background though, he's just worried for him.

Once Haku finds his footing, Iruka treats him the same way he treats everyone else (so he still mothers him lol)

Shikamaru:

He's mostly annoyed that he's going to have to play PR for the Empress now.

He's indifferent to Haku as a person, but the sons of various important families who were turned down for roles in the harem are not going to be pleased when they find out a space went to a common man.

And the Empress is going to ask him to help handle it.

And he can't be bothered.

He encourages the Empress to play the whole thing off as purely a physical attraction thing and warns her to keep any affection for Haku inside the palace walls.

Once everything dies down and looking at Haku no longer gives him a headache, he's cool with him being there.

Gaara:

He is curious about this new husband.

Gaara had a very sheltered upbringing and the only common folk he's been around have been servants.

But other than a little extra curiosity, he like Haku and doesn't hold his background against him.

It also helps that Naruto likes Haku so much, because Gaara is often inclined to trust whatever Naruto thinks lol.

Sasuke:

Is interested for half a second, thinking that maybe this man will be more willing to spar and train at the training grounds because of his background.

But the second he hears 'dancer', he checks out with a 'whatever' and just hnns in greeting when they meet.

He might get a little huffy if Itachi is obviously overworked trying to help Haku, but that feeling is negated by the pity Sasuke feels for the rigorous etiquette training Haku is being forced through haha.

(I think that was everyone?)

[alpacaparkaseok]

New Haircut(e), Who Dis?

“You’re like a stupid amount of hot no matter what.”

→ Pairing: boyfriend!Namjoon x reader 

→ word count: 1.3k (look! I made a short one!!)

→ warnings/tags: SFW, slice of life, Namjoon loves his new haircut so much and it’s adorable so this is that lol, established relationship, fluffier than I care to admit, title based off of the game “new phone, who dis?”, idol!Namjoon

→ a/n: this summer request was requested by @what-is-sukh-thinking, I hope you enjoy it!! It was a fun request and I’m so soft for this man so thanks for giving me an excuse to write about him! p.s. idk what it is about this title/banner but I’m so proud of myself lol

In your defense, you didn’t mean to fall asleep. However, after you washed your sheets and made the bed, it just looked so soft, you couldn’t resist climbing under the covers for a moment. 

“Joonie?” You call out, wincing at your croaky voice. A few adorable sock-clad scampering seconds later, the man in question appears cracks the door open. 

“Hey, look who’s up.” 

Clad in nondescript clothing and a baseball cap, your entire world waltzes into the room, narrowly missing a stray hanger that lays on the floor. With little grace and a lot of yelling, your boyfriend dives onto the bed. 

“Gah!” You screech, laughing as Namjoon makes some foreign noise, keeping one hand on the brim of his baseball cap. “Yah, what’s with the hat tod-” 

You’re effectively cut off when he presses his lips to yours, smiling through the kiss. Pulling back ever so slightly, Namjoon’s eyes crinkle under the force of his grin. 

“Have I ever told you how happy I am that you’re in my life?” He whispers, eyes darting all over your face as though he can’t get enough of you. 

“Yah, Joon, what do you want.”

“I mean it!” He defends, chuckling to himself. Propping himself up on his elbows, he brushes your hair back behind your ears. 

You could swim in his eyes. Would, if you could. How he’s able to so openly share his love with you through a single look is beyond you. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks softly, content to trace the line of your brows and nose. Practically melting through the pillows, your eyes fall shut and you sigh contentedly. 

“When you used to leave for tour or long projects, I used to pull up videos of your closing speech at concerts, just to see that look in your eyes.” Slowly, you crack open your eyes and hold up your hands as though holding a camera. “Just like that,” you whisper, taking an imaginary photo. “Click.”

Gasping, Namjoon’s adoration is palpable as he takes your fingers and presses light kisses to the tips. “Did you just take a picture of me? What’re you, paparazzi?” 

“Yep, you caught me. I bet I could sell this photo for a pretty penny, too.”

“I hate to break it to you, but your camera is fake, darling.”

“Is that so?” Winking up at him, you tap your forehead. “I’ll just store it in my memory card for safe keeping, I guess.” Then you gasp, sitting up and nearly causing Namjoon to topple off the bed in the process. “Ha! Get it? Memory card? Because I’m storing it in my brain-”

“Yeah, yeah, cute,” Namjoon groans even as he blushes at your antics. He fiddles with the drawstring of his gray sweats, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Hey,” he starts, but doesn’t go on. 

Turning to sit cross-legged across from him, you tilt your head to one side. 

“Hey, yourself.”

He laughs quietly, glancing up at you quickly before looking back down. “Do you remember our first date?”

The memory instantly brings a smile to your face. Between Dispatch trailing you most of the night and Namjoon nearly killing you (on accident, you forgot to tell him about your nut allergy), it was nothing short of a disaster.

“You almost killed me!” You point an accusing finger at him, laughing at his offended expression.

“I took you out for a nice dinner and a movie, how is that attempted murder?!” He reaches out for you, but you pull away, shaking your head.

“No murderers allowed,” you shout, only making Namjoon laugh harder. When you start to push each other teasingly, Namjoon’s hand automatically flies up to his baseball hat. “Yah! Seriously Joon, what’s with the hat?”

He looks guilty, smiling softly even though he keeps a hand on his hat. “I...I did a thing.”

“A thing? Like, dyed it again?” You cross your arms. “Are you gonna show me?”

He shakes his head firmly. “This is more than just a dye, jagiya.”

Heart leaping up to your throat, you get up on your knees and start crawling over to Namjoon. “What’d you do? I just wanna see Joonie, I’m sure it looks great-”

Namjoon scoots back, grabbing your wrist as you swipe at his hat. “I don’t know if you’ll like it though!”

Pausing, you frown down at him. “Why wouldn’t I?” When Namjoon doesn’t meet your gaze, you rest against your heels, trying to meet his eyes. “Joonie, why wouldn’t I like it?”

Namjoon just shrugs, unable to come up with an answer. “...I dunno...”

Slowly, you reach out to grab his hands. Once you’ve successfully pulled his hands onto your lap, you offer him a soft smile. “You’re still Namjoon, right?”

He blinks, finally looking up at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“You’re still Kim Namjoon?”

“Er...yeah, but-”

“RM?”

“Yes, but jagi-”

“You’re still my Joon?”

Cheeks bright red, Namjoon nods. “Yeah...I’m your Joon.”

“Good. I like you with tennis-ball yellow hair-” Namjoon chuckles knowingly, “and snow-cone blue hair. Long hair and poofed up hair with shades on.” Sighing, you look down at your joined hands. “I’ll still like you even if you want to keep that baseball hat on for the rest of your life, although though I wouldn’t recommend it. It’d probably get a little itchy.”

Namjoon’s dimples make an appearance as he scrunches his nose. “Gross.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

Sighing, Namjoon looks up at you with wide eyes. “I just...I really love this haircut. It’s my favorite.” You nod encouragingly at him, and he continues. “But I know how much you loved my longer hair, you know, when it was like an ashy blond...and it’ll grow out in no time-”

“Joon.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re like a stupid amount of hot no matter what.”

He bursts out laughing, some of his previous embarassment fading. “Oh, I thought you were going to say something sentimental, like ‘I love you’ or something.”

Rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to his cheek before before back and winking. “Can I see your favorite haircut?”

“Promise you’ll tell me if you hate it?”

“Promise.”

“Yah,” he flicks your nose, making you jolt back. “You’re crossing your fingers behind your back, aren’t you?”

Now it’s your turn to act a little sheepish, giggling as you place both hands back on your lap. “...no.”

Still chuckling, he removes his baseball cap in one smooth, quick action. Running his fingers through his hair-

His short, very short hair. 

An involuntary gasp leaves your mouth, and you bring your hand up to touch it before pausing and glancing at Namjoon. He arches a brow, the arrogant action so at odds with his blush. 

“Joonie, you look so cute,” you coo, fingers practically buzzing with wanting to reach out and feel how his hair must feel. 

“Cute? You just said a second ago that I looked hot-”

“Shhh, can I touch it now? Please?” You stare at him with open adoration, making his face burn even hotter.

“Yah, fine! You can touch my hair, just quit looking at me like that.”

Cackling, you leap forward to run your fingers through his hair. Wrapping your arms around his neck you scratch at the shortest spot at the back of his head. “I can’t help it, it just looks so fluffy!” 

“It’s short, how can it be fluf- yah! I told you to quit looking at me like that!” Namjoon shouts, laughing in embarrassment. 

“Like what? Like I love you?” You pay him no mind, smiling at him as you situate yourself on his lap in order to more comfortably scratch the back of his head. “See, now you understand! This is how you look at me, and I don’t even appear with cute new haircuts all the time! I go easy on you, you punk!”

Still laughing, Namjoon places a peck on your arm before raising his hands to form an imaginary camera. Squinting one eye shut, he focuses in on you. 

“Click.”

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[shoutogepi]

Worth the Wait

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 9.2k

[ ☁︎, ☀︎, ✘ (nsfw 18+) ] (v lowkey angst//fluff)

themes : virgin!Shouto, experienced!reader (well, more than Sho anyway lol), praise kink?, lil baby couples quarrel, make up sex, and also he’s kinda hung lmfao idk if that’s relevant 💀

bio : You can’t help but notice that every time things start to heat up with your Pro-Hero boyfriend, he shuts you down. After politely ignoring his initial rejections, your frustrations build up, and you decide to confront him.

author’s note : so this fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely astrid ( @todoscript​ ), who is becoming my cherished shouto confidante! we didn’t talk about it for very long, and it was awhile ago... but my brain would not move on so… this happened. i figured if i’m going to type so much about him i may as well write a fic. thanks for listening to my constant yelling, hope you enjoiii <3

side note : both shouto and reader are meant to be young adults in this fic!! i was thinking somewhere around 25-30 (i didn’t specify the age in the fic) but i thought i would make note of this as that’s considered “old” to still have your v-card, by American society at least (hence why sho kept that info from reader)

  ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

🅃he first time it happened, you tried to play it off as if you hadn’t made a move.

The last few of your friends had finally departed from the Saturday game night you had thrown, leaving just you, Shouto, and the slow, hot tango of your tongues. You hadn’t seen each other all week— with him being busy with his hero work, and you being busy with your comparatively-mundane job, you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you would have liked. Although it was an obstacle for your relationship, you were both young adults as well as devoted professionals, which allowed the two of you to remain on the same page most of the time. It was typical for you to text and call one another for a few hours after work (granted you both had the time to spare) before passing out mid-conversation, your phone screen still lit up and gentle snores exchanged through the speakers. But like any sane girlfriend, having him in person, right in front of you, was always your favorite.

What had started as a peck had quickly evolved into a full on make-out session— Shouto had pulled you halfway onto his lap when you tried to move back from your initially-stealthy kiss, an appreciative hum rumbling through him as his large hands cupped around your face. You didn’t fight him as he brought your lips back to his, and you failed to stop him when those very same hands began to glide down your back, parking just above your ass. His fingers had gradually started to fiddle with the tops of your jeans, thumb running over the denim and dipping down to graze against your skin through your thin blouse.

Yet when your hands slipped underneath the bottom of his shirt, he pulled back from you, heterochromatic eyes guarded as he removed your hands. You had immediately picked up on his reluctance, and threw yourself off of him onto the other side of the couch, embarrassment scorching the back of your neck. Shouto left not long after that, for you had made up some lousy excuse that you were tired and would like to go to sleep, when sleep was really the opposite of your innermost desires.

This would have been all fine and good— because consent was consent after all, and you had no intentions of pushing him to do something he was uncomfortable with— had the same thing not happened just two weeks later. There you were thinking it would be a cute, coupley evening of watching movies and tossing popcorn at each other, resting your head against his shoulder and being content with just that— when then all of the sudden he was pinning you onto the sheets and kissing you til you couldn’t breathe. His hands, once again, wandered all over your clothed torso, palms mapping out each dip and curve as his tongue entertained yours in your mouth.

You were hesitant to kiss him at first, recalling how you had horrifically killed the mood last time, but as his advances became more passionate, you slowly allowed your defenses to slip back, excitement building inside of you. It was only when your legs tightened around his waist, your core brushing up along his thigh and causing you to let out the softest moan did he pull back. That same calm, cool expression was on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider than usual. There was also the tiniest hint of pink dusting his pale cheeks, his lips parted as he gathered himself. It was rather awkward after that— neither of you really knew what to say— so you crawled back to your spot and sat in silence for the rest of the movie, your hands eventually wandering out to hold onto each other. After sharing a soft kiss and exchanging “goodnight”s, you returned to your place, ready for an extra long appointment with your vibrator.

Unfortunately for you, this became a common occurrence. It wasn’t that you hated the steamy make-out sessions with your as-hot-as-they-come boyfriend, no— you thoroughly enjoyed them. The part that you absolutely loathed was returning to your place with your panties soaked all the way through, your sexual frustration meter only climbing higher and higher.

You loved your boyfriend! And of course you respected his wishes. You would wait for however long he wanted, because you wanted your first time together to be special. But fuck, did he have to heat you up just to leave you hanging every time? If he wanted to wait, then fine! But, God, what had you done to deserve this torture? You couldn’t get past first base— you’d never even rubbed your body erotically against his except for that time on his bed, and that was by accident!

And that was what you told the ladies during your Thursday night all-girl conference call, finally needing to vent and get this selfish feeling off your chest. It had been a long time coming, quietly brewing over the many instances of him stunting your advances that you came to a realization.

Enough was enough! You were going to ask him why he wouldn’t go any further with you, and whatever his answer may be, at least you would know what he was thinking! You felt like a weight had been lifted off of you, the girls cheering you on and wishing you luck as you said goodbye, ready to confront him.

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Now that you’re standing here in front of his door, it seems like a foolish plan you’ve made. Your heart is beating out of your chest, thumping frantically against your ribcage as your fist is frozen in the air, knuckle about to connect with the door. Your stomach feels tight and low, throat dry with apprehension as your brain runs through every possible outcome. What would he say once you ask him your question?

Perhaps your breath stinks and it turns him off? Or maybe he doesn’t like the perfume you wear— or is it the way you dress that he doesn’t like? What if the reason he always stops you… is because he’s not sexually attracted to you?

Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him pop a boner during your tongue wrestling matches, and the realization nearly causes your soul to leave your body. Even though the thought horrifies you, you try your best to reassure yourself that’s not the case. You had caught Shouto checking you out on multiple occasions, his eyes igniting a delicious heat on your skin. Whatever the case, you’re in this too deep to chicken out now. So with that, you let your knuckles rap on the door, steeling your nerves.

There’s a moment of quiet shuffling before your boyfriend opens the door, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. His hair is wet and freshly washed, shining droplets collecting at the ends and making him appear even more handsome than usual. The gray tee thrown over his broad shoulders has damp spots from the runoff, and you take a second to admire the way his chest looks in the clingy material. “Hey, love,” he says, his voice alone causing goosebumps to rise along your forearms.

You allow him to guide you into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him quietly. “Hi Sho,” you greet back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him.

Shouto chuckles against your eager lips, long arms gathering you into his chest. When he pulls away, he tucks your head underneath his chin, placing another kiss on your crown. “I missed you.”

Your heart throbs, happiness surging through you and butterflies bursting into your stomach. “I missed you more,” you reply playfully, burying your face between his broad pecs and inhaling his warm, wintery scent. The smell of fresh detergent lingers on the fabric, mixing with his clean aroma and making your tummy flip in circles.

“Impossible,” Shouto quips back, holding your waist tight as he dips you backwards just enough for your feet to leave the ground before he presses his lips to yours again, rendering you breathless. He pulls you back upright after a moment, a cheeky smirk on his face as you try to remember what you were talking about before. “Come in, sit down. I was just finishing up some work, I’ll get you something to drink.”

Following his instruction, you move further into his apartment, gravitating toward the couch and inspecting the files laid out on the coffee table before you. The words blur together for you, the foreign hero work forms long and in what might as well be another language. You lean back onto the cushions as Shouto returns, a glass of water in his hand. Frost forms on the glass as he hands it to you, taking a seat beside you with his knee brushing against yours. You smile at his consideration, taking a small sip even though you’re not really thirsty.

“Was there something you came over here for specifically, love? Forgive me if I’ve forgotten, but I don’t believe we had plans?” He’s looking directly at you, eyes locked with yours as his hand comes to land on the top of your knee. Even just an innocent movement like that has you on alert, your breath catching in your throat as he gives a gentle squeeze.

“Uh… no reason,” you answer lamely, crumbling under the pressure of his watchful eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

Shouto’s gaze lingers on you carefully, and for a second you feel like you’ve been caught in a trap. But he lets it go, his lips forming a soft smile as he lays his arm around your shoulders. “Well, I’m glad to see you too,” he replies honestly. His fingers caress your arm as his hand falls down to your waist, and he leans in to press another kiss to your cheek. You lean into his affection, mouth curving in content. “So, what would you like to do?” Shouto asks as he shuffles the files away into their manilla envelopes, creating a neat pile in the far corner of the table. He leans back into the cushions, fingers fondly stroking at your side. “We could go out to eat? We could try this new bar afterwards, too, it’s across from my agency. If you’re alright to go out.”

You can’t focus on his words, really— you’re too lost in your own thoughts. Why does he have to touch you like this every time, when if you act on it, he’ll only push you away? You’ve been together for a long while now, and still, he doesn’t take initiative to further your relationship. Every bone you’ve thrown his way has been perfectly deflected, with no sign of weariness from him. If he doesn’t want you, is it because he’s not into you anymore?

An ugly thought rears its head in the midst of your anxiety’s dark clouds.

Maybe he never was.

Taking your silence as an answer, Shouto continues on, looking towards the kitchen over his shoulder. “Or we could buy groceries and make dinner. I think I have bok choy in the fridge, but we’ll have to buy some meat. And noodles, if you want those instead of rice. I’m sure I have that sesame sauce you like, I—” He pauses as you grab his hand, your fingers looping tight around his warm palm, sliding them to rest on your thigh.

With the summer just fading into fall, you were wearing something to showcase the smooth expanse of your thighs, and as you guide his hand to touch your soft skin, a delicate blush blooms across Shouto’s cheeks. The flustered expression on his face only goads you on, and you lean in to capture his lips.

A muffled noise escapes him, your hand coming up to touch his jaw and rub your thumb against his chin. It only takes him a moment to recalibrate before his free hand rises and copies your actions, gliding down the back of your neck before pulling your face closer to his.

You run your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he swiftly grants you access as his lips move to follow yours. He tastes like mint and sweet herbs, the tea he was entertaining before you came lingering on his tongue. His hand slips out of yours to curl around your waist, grabbing onto your hip and squeezing. As your kisses start getting heavier and slower, your once-occupied hand moves to land on his chest, your thumb pushing into the tender muscle located there. His flesh jumps beneath your touch, but he allows you to continue groping at him through his shirt, his own hands beginning to knead at you. Before you know it, your knee swings over his thighs and you’re hovering on top of his lap, not sitting down on him just yet as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in.

You can notice the change— you’ve faced this exact scenario many times before. Shouto’s hands freeze up, locking into their current position, and he only returns your passionate kisses, not allowing his body much more movement than that. You try to just keep kissing him, but all the doubts and fears quickly pile up inside of you, and you pull away from him. You can’t even look at him. You’re too scared to speak, and too reluctant to get off of him, only leaning back to create a divide between his face and yours. Trying to hide your face before he can see your defeated expression, you dive into his chest, arms folding tight around his neck.

Shouto’s still frozen in place, but he seems to sense your distress. His arms slowly circle around your waist, fingers moving to trace up and down your spine. He softly exhales against your hair, letting out the breath he was holding in ever since you swung onto his lap. “Y/N? Are you alright?” he asks quietly after a brief pause, his voice soft and low, soothing to your wary ears. “You haven’t been acting like yourself today…”

After a long pause, you sigh, trying your best not to get emotional. “It’s just…” I’m so fucking attracted to you but you won’t let me touch you, you want to say, but you’re too terrified to say it aloud. What can you even say to him that would be better than that?

Shouto’s arms around you squeeze gently, indicating his patience in awaiting your answer. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips grazing over your ear and placing a discreet kiss there. “Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

You let out a soft sniffle and Shouto pulls you tighter into his chest, his heart cracking at your sound of sadness. But his words bring a surprising amount of comfort to you, and you clear your throat before you lean back again, looking into his two-toned irises. His gaze is sympathetic, his eyes holding a visible amount of affection and support. “Well, I…”

He nods slightly, leaning forward to show his encouragement. “Go ahead, love…”

“Are… Are you attracted to me?”

It comes out more high-pitched than you would’ve liked, but at least it’s out— and he definitely heard you, judging from the wide-eyed shock painted across his face.

“Am I— What?” He stutters, his head tilting automatically in confusion. “I— of course I’m attracted to you, I’m… you’re my girlfriend.” Shouto looks at you incredulously, his arms falling to his side so that only his hands remain on your hips. “You’re the most attractive person I know, love. You’re gorgeous, inside and out,” he elaborates. “The whole package.”

His compliments butter you up, a small smile forming on your lips as you shyly look to your hands folded in your lap. “Not the whole package…” you mumble, squirming slightly as his hands come to hold either side of your face.

“Yes, the whole package,” he insists, nuzzling your nose against his. “Beautiful,” he declares as he kisses your cheek.

“Kind.” A smooch to the other cheek.

Your heart beats excitedly in your chest, thumping loudly against your ribs with each compliment.

“Courageous.” A kiss to the chin.

“Witty.” A peck to the forehead.

“Sexy?” you blurt it out just as he swoops in to press his lips to yours.

Shouto falters, pulling back just a hair as he looks at you in shock. “S-Sexy?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but by the way his cheeks and ears are tinged a bright pink, it’s clear your suggestion was a bit too much for him.

The way he stutters out the adjective in confusion has your heart tearing in two. “Y-You don’t…?”

You’re staring directly at him, his wide eyes locked with yours and his body frozen to the couch. His lips are slightly parted, but no words come out of him.

Silence.

This is not how you want this conversation to go— you aren’t prepared for it to go like this. The tears you had successfully fought off before come back with vengeance.

Only once Shouto sees you hang your head in embarrassment, your eyes getting glassier by the second, he springs into action. “Hey, no, that’s not…” he starts to speak, sounding more worried by the second. His hand goes to cup your face, the warmth of his quirk evident in his touch as his finger dries over a fresh track of tears on your cheek. “I… of course I think you’re sexy, love. I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise… You don’t think I know how sexy you are?”

You can only reply with a lame shrug, unwilling to let his eyes meet yours as you hide your face behind your curtain of hair. You try to slide off his lap, ready to retreat to the bathroom and wipe away your pathetic tears, but Shouto doesn’t let you move away from him, his arms locking tight around your waist and forcing you to lean against his chest.

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleads, nuzzling into the side of your face. His voice is more gentle than you’ve ever heard before, and you hate to admit your stomach is doing cartwheels at how sweet he’s being. “I love you no matter what, and I hate to see you so upset. I’m not good at figuring these things out on my own, just tell me what’s wrong, love. Please?”

He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, his fingers massaging your stiff muscles as you cling onto him. Once you’re confident enough to speak, your words come out barely loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just that… whenever I think we’re about to take it to the next level, you pull away. I want to respect your boundaries, Sho, but I can’t help but feel like it’s because you don’t… want me.” The hands on your body still at that, your boyfriend taking in a sharp breath as you pause, then decide to continue. “I’m just… so attracted to you, Shouto… I want to be mindful of your limits, but I can’t help but want to touch you all the time. I’m— I’m sorry if that sounds indecent.”

Shouto murmurs your name lowly against your ear, his large palm once again rubbing over your spine in an effort to comfort you as he tries to piece together the correct words. “This is…  a terrible miscommunication, and it’s all my fault...” he sighs, his voice dropping lower and becoming quieter, his insecurities leaking into his voice. “I’m so sorry to have made you feel like this… I promise that’s not the case.”

His words are enough to numb your worries, and you lean back so you’re able to look him in the eye as you wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before he sighs again, knowing he has to tell you the truth now, but worrying that he’s about to ruin everything the two of you have built over these past months.

“The reason that I push you away every time is… well, I—” he gulps nervously, and it’s your turn to look at him with encouragement. You take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as he tries to find the best way to explain his reasoning. “It’s not because you’re unattractive, it’s— I mean, if anything, you’re too… too attractive, and I get…” he trails off, his cheeks now a bright shade of pink that you’ve never really seen before. It’s the first time you’ve seen the usually collected man so flustered, and a part of you feels guilty for causing him such discomfort. Just as you’re about to cut in and tell him he doesn’t have to continue, he does. “I… I’ve never been with anyone… like that before.”

You blink at him in confusion.

Shouto just seems to get even pinker, and he quickly starts explaining himself as he takes in your dazed expression. “I know you probably thought I had all this experience because I’ve been a top Hero for some time now, but I just— I never met anyone before that cared about me like this and I just never wanted to do— well, to do that with a stranger.”

“You’re… a virgin?”

Shouto’s red at this point, his hot side nearly catching fire as he buries his face behind his hand, too embarrassed to face you at this point. “Yes, I’m sorry to disappoint you, love. I just… I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I— I wanted to impress you so badly, Y/N. I… I should’ve told you this from the start, I’m so sorry to have caused you such doubt.”

His voice is just above a whisper now, his fingers clutching onto the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll get off his lap and walk straight out the front door at his confession. “Shouto…” You can’t stop the smile that begins to curl the corners of your mouth. This is the reason he wouldn’t go any further with you? Not because he didn’t find you attractive? Your heart feels heavy thumping against your ribcage, giddiness flooding your bloodstream.

Your boyfriend gapes at your smile, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you’re not… disappointed?” At the instant shake of your head, his discomfort eases significantly. “R-Really? But everyone thinks I’m, well… kind of a womanizer I guess, I thought you’d at least expect—”

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “When have I ever given a shit about others’ expectations of you, Shouto? I love you for you, Sho… you make me so happy just as you are.”

Shouto melts at your words, a sigh of relief escaping his lungs as he crushes you to his chest. Your sweet scent fills his nose as he kisses the top of your head, and you bask in his touch as you hug him back. “You’re right, love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I hate that you felt unwanted because of me. I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this way about, I— I’m so attracted to you as well. I love you so much.”

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all the hurt and doubts that built over the last few months dissolving into the shadows. Only the light, warm feeling of your love is left behind, glowing brighter than ever before.

Shouto’s fingers crawl up the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips before you allow him entrance. Your fingers push into his silky hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp and he groans at the action, letting your tongue take control and invade his mouth instead. Your breaths starting to become ragged, you both pull away for a moment to breathe. As you look into each others’ eyes, you both begin to laugh softly, the pair of you equally content with how your heart-to-heart had gone.

“So, you do think I’m sexy, then?” You smirk, pleased with this new knowledge.

Shouto chuckles, nudging your face to the side so he can place a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. “Is that all you got from that?” He teases, nipping at your skin playfully.

You close your eyes, enjoying how his love bites feel on your quickly-heating flesh. “One of a few things…” Your breathing becomes deeper as his lips begin to gently suck on the faded marks he’d just made. “Mmm, Sho~”

He hums as your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, tongue caressing the skin he’s sucked into his mouth. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap when he pulls away, cold breath cooling the wet, darkened patch of skin on your throat. He swears under his breath as his hands trail down your waist to your hips, thumbs resting on the top of your bottoms.

“Would you, um… want to try something new, then?” You offer, sitting back to look him in the eye, ready to catch any amount of uncertainty in his two-toned gaze. But you find none, for he captures your lips again and nibbles on your bottom lip, another hum or approval vibrating against your mouth.

From there he hands the reins to you, opting to lean back into the cushions of the sofa as your tongue guides his in a slow embrace. Your palms both land on his chest, fingertips starting to massage the thick muscles underneath his t-shirt. Shouto sighs as your hands slide down his torso, and just as they dip underneath he sits up slightly, tearing the flimsy material over his head in one quick sweep. With the fabric out of your way, you try to keep yourself calm, your eyes now feasting on his broad, sculpted chest and abs. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth at the wonderful sight, your tongue poking out to wet your lips as you scan over his physique again and again.

Just as he’s about to make fun of your lustful stare, you move in to place a few light kisses to his jaw and neck, the action making him tense up and flex his gorgeous torso for you. Careful not to leave any marks on his throat, you make your way down his chest, taking a moment to leave a ring of wet smooches around his nipple. The muscles jump again for you, his body sensitive to your foreign touch as you slowly take the bud into your mouth, sucking just enough for him to squirm.

“That kind of… ahh, tickles,” Shouto mumbles as your tongue traces over his skin, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move to the other side of his chest and repeat the action. He sighs as you pull away, welcoming the kiss you place on his lips afterwards. His abs become rigid underneath the slow trail of your fingernails that move south, his eyes opening mid-way through the kiss as your hand grows closer and closer to his pelvis.

Just as he’s about to pull away, you move back from his mouth, your shirt flying over your head and onto the floor behind you. Shouto can barely breathe as he looks at your bare skin, the smooth expanse of your shoulders to your hips on display for him, save for the bra covering your chest. He’s fixated on the tops of your breasts, the round, smooth flesh mesmerizing him completely. Sure, he’s seen your cleavage before, but in comparison to this, that’s nothing.

“W-Wow…” he falters, struggling to tear his gaze off of them. There’s a little bow in the middle of the cloth contraption, and he can’t help but compare the sight before him to a present. Oh, how he wants to unwrap it…

You giggle at his awe-struck expression, your self-esteem soaring higher than it has in months. Just as you’re about to instruct him, he moves a hand to cup one side of your bra, his thumb running over your skin. A whimper escapes you when he squeezes you, his face moving closer so that the tip of his nose runs across your collarbone, his lips ghosting kisses across your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing beneath his lips as they trace the cusp of your bra— how it races when he presses his face between your tits, inhaling the warm, clean smell of you that lingers there. “M-Mphhh, Sho…” you sigh as he sucks a hickey into your skin, his mouth pulling your flesh out from under the fabric cup.

Your hands fumble as they move behind your back to undo the clasp, but Shouto doesn’t have time for that, it seems. Instead, he opts to push the straps from your shoulders, tugging the bottom of the material down your ribs and completely exposing your chest to him without ever moving his mouth from your skin. You still manage to unclasp the confining material, letting it fall to the ground without a care. When he does finally let go of you, he moves back to examine your naked chest, his lower lip disappearing between his straight, white teeth. His eyes are half-lidded, and he dives straight back into your chest, circling around your areola with swift kisses and teasing licks, repeating the same process you had done to him. His warm mouth enveloping your nipple makes you let out a stifled cry, your hips jerking against his lap on their own accord.

Shouto moans at the movement, his hand gently squeezing your other breast as he sucks on the pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it with ease. You reposition so your legs are on either side of one of his, placing your clothed core against the rough material of his jeans and beginning to move your hips in slow, wide movements. It only urges Shouto on, for he switches his attention to the other side of his chest and repeats the same ministrations there, one hand coming to cup your ass and move in tune with your slow gyrations.

At this point you can feel yourself leaking onto your panties, your excitement only multiplying as he allows you to grind against him. You’d never imagined he’d be so eager to touch you, after so much time of him rejecting your advances. But you couldn’t care about that now, with your pussy brushing all over his muscular thigh and his mouth attacking your bare chest. The thrill only increases further when you readjust your hips, moving closer to him and feeling the hardness of his erect cock tucked into the front of his pants. You can feel your cunt twitching around nothing, drooling even more for him as you rub yourself against his front, your head falling back as you start to pant.

Shouto whines at the friction, his face falling into the corner of your neck as he tries to gather himself. Was this what he had been missing out on all this time? He sighs as he wonders what you look like completely naked— how you would look with your legs spread for him, wrapped around his skull, or better yet— his waist. The knowledge that you want him is too tempting— he can’t get enough of you, can’t stop himself from shoving his thumbs under the hem of your bottoms. And then you’re standing, letting your clothing hit the floor and leaving yourself exposed for his eyes, save for your panties which have another little bow at the front. His eyes travel up and down your legs— a part of you that has always attracted him, perhaps a bit too much. They look delicious presented like this before him, bare and inviting all along your calves and thighs, then leading to the panties that barely cover your hips. His cock twitches in his jeans as he inspects the marks he’d just made all across your chest, a possessive conscience inside of him murmuring its satisfaction.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you sink to your knees in front of the couch, looking up at him with cautious, yet lust-ridden eyes. The recognition of your desire makes his own appetite spike, and he nods his affirmation to you.

You smirk up at him, moving closer to him and sliding between his legs. He holds his breath as you start to kiss up his thigh, starting from the inside of his knee and moving your way toward your destination. Your hand reaches up to soothe down his chest, your other hand cupping the underside of his thigh and moving in sync with your mouth. Your fingers finally meet the button on his jeans, and he lets out the breath he was holding as you undo the metal zipper. He helps you peel the denim off his thighs, leaving the material bunched at his knees as you inspect his hard member through his tight, black boxer-briefs. You take a moment to thank whatever God there is for blessing you with such a nice cock; you can tell even through his underwear that he’s long, and thick.

The very tip pokes out of the band at the top, him having tucked it up at some point when the pair of you were initially making out. What you can see is dark pink and glazed with a pearlescent sheen of pre-cum, the material at the top of his briefs slightly damp. The legs on either side of you keep tensing and fidgeting, and as you reach a hand for his shaft his hips shift backwards, away from your touch.

“Hey,” you murmur softly, stroking his thigh as you look up at him. His expression is guarded, but you can see the uncertainty that shines through his gaze, the mask that successfully keeps others out futile to you. “Are you sure you want to continue? It’s okay if we stop here, baby.” You push yourself to sit taller using the tops of his knees, placing a long kiss to his cheek and giving him a nuzzle of understanding.

Shouto frowns, leaning into you and taking a deep breath. “No, I want to… I just, I guess I’m a little nervous? I’m not quite sure what to do…” he explains, unsure of himself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you reply, kissing his cheek again as you continue. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good. Let me know if you want to stop at any time, alright?”

He smiles at your understanding, nodding and verbalizing an “Alright” before you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and it distracts him enough to relax into the couch cushions, your hand coming up to cup his sharp jawline. Your tongues are busy tangling together when your hand lands on his abs, which jump under your touch but eventually they, too, relax after a few minutes.

When your fingers wrap around his cock through his briefs, he tenses underneath you again, his hips pushing toward you as your hand starts to move up and down. Shouto makes a muffled noise as your hand finds a steady, torturously slow rhythm, your hand squeezing around his thick shaft through the dark, cotton material. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling slightly. You move your hand in accordance with the muffled sounds that escape him through your kiss, his hushed moans adding fuel to the inferno in your stomach.

After a few minutes of your slow, over-the-briefs handjob, you move back from his searing kiss, a string of saliva extending between your mouths. Your eyes lock with his, intensity sizzling as you both move the briefs off his legs, his cock springing upright in the bottom field of your vision. His length jumps when your fingers brush against the tip, gathering the silvery slickness of his pre-cum and using it to coast your fist down around his shaft, squeezing just enough to create a pleasant tightness around him.

Shouto swears as you start to jerk your fist around his thickness, your smaller hand creating a different sensation and much more appealing visual than the sight of his own fingers wrapped around himself. He moans when your hand glides over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on your hair as his eyelids flutter closed. You kiss his cheek again, catching his attention as he turns to you and allows your tongue to enter his mouth. You take all the whimpers pouring from his lips and greedily swallow them, your lips dancing with his in tune with your strokes.

Slowly you move away from his face, his lips following yours until you gently push him back to rest against the back of the sofa again. He allows you to move him backwards, heaving for air as your hot and heavy kisses leave him breathless. Once you lower your face to his lap, he tenses up, although his hips shuffle forward eagerly. You make sure to lock eyes with him as you move your mouth towards the flushed head of his cock, and you keep his gaze steady as your lips wrap around the very tip of him.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he gasps, watching as his member gradually disappears into your mouth. You glide your lips down his thick length slowly, trying not to overwhelm him as you start to suck on the tip, your hand beginning to jerk his shaft at the same time. When your lips move down, so does your hand, and as Shouto becomes accustomed to the wet, tight heat of your mouth, you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth, until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Shouto throws his head back onto the top of the cushions, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead and backwards as he loudly voices his pleasure in a cacophony of moans.

The noises that slither out of the man underneath you are delicious, and you can’t seem to get enough as your pace begins to pick up. Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his length, his cock too big to fit all the way in your throat, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to take him anyways. Pulling back just long enough to take in a breath of fresh air, you smile at his wrecked expression above you, tongue tracing over your lips. “Mmm, does that feel good, baby? Do you like when I suck your cock like this?”

“Ahhaaaa, fuck— y-yeah, like that, baby… yesyesyes you feel so good,” Shouto blabbers nearly incoherently as your throat glides around his aching member. Given his stuttered response, you happily service him, content to finally have him at your disposal. His length is too impressive to comfortably fit in your mouth, your jaw stretching to accommodate him as you swallow around him, successfully stealing a broken gasp from him in response. You close your eyes and allow yourself to focus on keeping a steady rhythm for both your mouth and hand to follow. His moans just keep getting louder, a breathless array of oh, fuck, shit, yeah, ahh, and yeses with every bob of your head.

As you’re diligently sucking him off, Shouto is barely keeping it together underneath you. His cock is twitching and leaking pre-cum down your throat, his balls heavy with the need to release. He watches your lips move up and down his length, your hand following suit at the very base. His mind wanders as he wonders where you want him to finish; inside your mouth, on your tits, on your face? He groans as he pictures all three, imagining you covered in his sticky seed, wherever it may end up, has him feeling close much too quick. But he can’t stop himself, and he can’t bring himself to stop you, either— you feel so fucking good on his cock. You’re better than he ever could imagine, and it’s just your mouth that’s wrapped around him— he can’t even imagine how between your legs will feel. He barely manages to mumble your name in warning as he feels his climax coming, too charged for him to do anything to stop it.

Luckily you already know he’s about to finish, for his muscles tighten up and strain as ample warning for his imminent release. You move your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you can before he’s calling out your name and shooting a thick, heavy load down your throat. You choke on his release, not much room in your mouth to begin with, with how long and thick he is already. He’s still gushing cum as you pull off of him, a few ropes of white spraying across your lips and chin while his body shakes in ecstasy.

You sit back and wipe his release off your face with your wet hand, licking the excess off your skin as you watch Shouto’s soul return to his body. He’s struggling to catch his breath, eyes barely open as he looks down at you sitting between his legs. Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he still gathers your arms in his hands, pulling you up onto the sofa to hover over his lap. He sighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, your soft skin helping to draw him back from the euphoric heaven you had just sent him to. His arms wrapping around you loosely, he starts to kiss your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your jaw as he showers your skin in affection. His attention makes butterflies flap around inside your stomach, and that scorching heat ignites again as his fingers slide down your waist to the band of your panties.

You try to draw back to look at him, but Shouto’s grip on you is too secure, and he won’t let you pull away from him as he just nuzzles deeper into your neck. You can’t help but gasp when his fingers dive underneath the sides of your panties— his palms gliding against your bare hips and digits splaying across your ass. “S-Sho,” you whine as he cups your ass cheeks, pulling your hips to slot above his, his cock already erect again. You whimper when he guides you closer to him, the very tip of his cock catching at just the right angle to brush against the wet patch on your underwear. Hell, the whole underside of your panties is soaked with your arousal, your pussy probably more saturated than ever before. You’re so turned on, you can’t think straight as your hips begin to weakly shift back and forth, rubbing his cockhead along your clothed slit.

Shouto sighs as his hand recedes from your panties, instead moving to rub your dripping slit through the drenched material. You moan at the feeling of his hand through the fabric, your slick in such quantity that when he pulls his hand away, a thick string of your arousal trails after his fingers. He groans at the sight, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the viscosity. He makes a mental note that this must be what’s meant when one has a “wap”, or “wet ass pussy”, as he recalls from a certain song. His heart is racing in his chest, the discovery of your cunt so ready for him only making his cock strain harder against your sopping panties.

“So wet…” Shouto mumbles as he touches you again, cupping your core through your underwear and rubbing his palm against your clit. He watches intently as your face contorts in pleasure, and he rolls his palm against your front again experimentally, making a mental note of your increased sensitivity there.

Before he moves any further though, he presses his lips to yours in an intense kiss, successfully distracting you as he slides your underwear to the side. He can feel your pussy twitch and contract against his hand when he lines the tips of two fingers up with the hole that your slick is pouring out of. And he can definitely feel you spasm around him as he slides the digits inside with ease, remembering to curl the tips of them just as the countless guides and videos he had watched in preparation for such activities suggested.

“Y-Yes, ahh my God, Sho—” you gasp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around the fingers.

His long digits slowly move in and out of you, the tips curling into your spongy walls as they sheath inside you completely. You moan at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, moving a hand to your front to rub your clit. It’s not long before you’re humping his hand, your arousal leaking onto his palm as you seat your hips back and forth on his fingers. Your mouth is hanging open, intense pleasure emanating from his fingertips rubbing that gummy spot located just deep enough for your fingers to be too short to reach. You can feel your orgasm building with each roll of the hips, a slow and steady escalation toward certain ecstasy.

Shouto moans along with you, watching the look of bliss on your face each time you sit back onto his fingers, and committing it to memory. You look absolutely captivating getting off on his hand, but the urge to feel you wrapped around his cock is too strong to ignore. He pulls his hand out of your cunt, watching as the syrupy slick trails after his fingers before severing, the warm, slimy wetness returning to your spread pussy. The sight is too enticing to just look at— he grabs his cock and jerks himself a few times, watching your slick spread across his length. It feels unlike any other lubricant he’s used— spit, lotion, shampoo all nothing in comparison to the sweet nectar your body produces just for him— simply divine. 

If he thinks that’s divine, pressing his cock into you is as if the gates of heaven have been exploded open with dynamite, drowning him in a pool of ethereal ambrosia that he never wants to escape. Your walls stretch around his girth and hug him like never before; it’s wetter, tighter, and hotter than anything he’s ever imagined, and if he hadn’t already cum from your mouth just minutes before, he’s sure he would’ve cum right here and now.

You’re just about there, only a third of his cock managing to push into you before your walls start to clamp, that tension in your abdomen intensifying at an alarming rate. You throw your head back and moan unabashedly as his cock glides into you entirely in one movement, your cunt wringing snug around him as you cum. You’d be ashamed if it were with anyone else, but Shouto’s so thick and long that you just let yourself ride out your orgasm, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him tight. It feels like a religious experience cumming on his cock— he’s by far the biggest you’ve ever taken, and it’s been so long since you’ve had sex in the first place that you’re too turned on to care. A fresh wave of slick begins to leak from deep inside you, the aftermath of your abrupt orgasm coming in handy as you finally come-to enough to move your hips.

Shouto’s holding onto you for dear life at this point, knuckles white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips. He’s never been squeezed so tight before— never felt anything like your pussy, like you cumming on his cock. And even though he’s overwhelmed with the mesmerizing feeling, he still manages to keep his cool somehow, now evening his breath as he begins to thrust up into you. He decides he loves your moans— every noise you make from being impaled by his huge cock is music to his ears, a symphony he never wants to end.

“A-Ahaa ha, Shoutooo~” you cry, fireworks bursting across your nerves. “You’re so big, ah— it— it feels so gooood.”

You can’t seem to close your mouth— it’s too hard to focus on anything besides what might as well be his third leg thrusting into you over and over. His movements are relentless; never allowing you to come down from the high you’d been catapulted into with just one stroke of his cock. He’s so big inside of you, he’s probably the largest you can take while still feeling pleasure instead of pain. You feel like you’re the one losing your virginity here, not him— because, God have you never felt so filled to the brim in your life— his cock stretches and penetrates you so deliciously that you feel like any orgasm you’ve had before this doesn’t really count. It can’t count, can’t compare to this, to him.

Shouto is on the same page as you, desperately drilling into your sloppy cunt as if his life depends on it. It feels so good to be squeezed by your tight little hole, to have your fingernails dig crescent-moons into the skin on his shoulder blades, and hear your desperate cries for him. “Fuck, you— you feel so good, baby,” he pants, letting your pussy fall onto his lap and swallow his cock inside of you. “You’re so fucking sexy, y-yeah… so wet for me, so good for me.”

His praise causes a wave of goosebumps to rise across your skin, a burst of energy surging through you as you start to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. Shouto’s pace weakens as he lets you take control, sitting back and absorbing the pleasure that flows through his entire body at the quick snap of your hips. He feels like he’s in a trance as your hands move to grip the tops of his shoulders, leveraging yourself so your hips swing in a perfect arc that allows his cock to glide in and out of you completely. He watches as your hips swing back, the head of his cock slipping out of you halfway, only to be slurped back inside your tight heat all the way to the base.

Sweat is starting to accumulate and drip down your bodies, but neither of you are paying attention to that— Shouto reaches out and gropes your chest, fingers trapping your nipple and rolling it gently. You mewl at the sensation, your hips working even faster now, the dull ache of another climax forming in the pit of your stomach. You furiously hump his lap, your thrusts becoming off-beat and sloppy as your muscles scream with exertion. Frustration blooms in your heart— your stamina must have reduced in the past few months of abstinence.

“Sho, I’m… gonna cum again, fuck I’m so close,” you whine, pushing your ass onto his lap and stirring your guts with his cock as you swivel your hips.

Shouto hums at your confession, an arm winding around your hips and his hand landing on the plush underside of your thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh as he supports your body with his arm, his hips rutting up into yours with force. Each thrust has stars dancing along the borders of your vision, the power behind his hips much stronger than your desperate humping from before.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again, Y/N,” Shouto moans, tongue poking out to flick against your nipple, your tits in his face due to the change of position. “Want you to squeeze me and milk everything out of me, y-yeah…”

You nearly scream when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with vigor as those two-toned eyes bore into yours. The surprise quickly morphs into bliss, your cunt wringing around his length as you feel yourself hurtle toward your orgasm for the second time. It’s not long before you’re there, ecstasy rushing through your entirety as you clutch onto him tightly, your toes curling and body shaking from the rush.

“Fuck,” he swears, both hands moving to grab your hips and pound his cock into your quivering cunt, delivering another level of pleasure to your orgasm. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes darting between your face and your wet pussy that keeps swallowing him whole. “Ahaah— c-cumming—”

Shouto lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of you, hot, white ribbons of cum spurting across your stomach as he climaxes. Your hand reaches down to jerk him off and he continues to paint your skin with his seed, his body shaking as his orgasm ripples through him. His throbbing length is slick with your love juices, making it easy for your fingers to slide around him.

His head hits the back of the couch as he releases the last of his load, chest heaving while he tries to collect himself. The devastating pleasure of your climax leaves your body feeling weightless and your brain loopy, and all you can do is lean against his athletic physique and catch your breath.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers seriously in your ear, fingers deftly playing with the ends of your hair. He means it; he feels like his heart is so full of happiness, and he’s so comfortable basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with your naked skin on his.

You stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips. “So sweet~” you tease, cuddling your face into his neck as his hands rub the length of your back. “I love you too, Shouto.”

Shouto hums in content, arms hugging you tight against him for a brief moment before he relaxes again. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he confesses softly, nudging the side of your face with his nose. He can feel your lips turn into a grin against his chest, and he smiles at your content.

“You’re being so sappy right now,” you point out, unable to stop smiling as you turn to look at him. “I really like this side of you, I’m happy to see you like this.”

“I’m happy, too,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet and short kiss. “I kind of wish we did this sooner though…”

You laugh at that, and his soft smile turns into a grin that he doesn’t bother to conceal. “Mmm, I think it was worth the wait,” you disagree, snuggling closer to him and rubbing your skin against his affectionately.

Shouto looks down at you resting against his chest, examining your blissful smile and eyes closed in content. Yes, he thinks.

You were worth the wait.

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wow that ended so soft pls excuse me im on my period and so emotional at the moment lmfaoooo... okokokok but post coitus snuggly sho is KILLING M E ... anywAYY lol let me know if you enjoyed!! this was kinda different from the usual smut i write so! i’d love any feedback i could get :) 

as always, thanks for reading! 💗

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GOJO SATORU || welcome home

request: Can i request a gojo imagine that the reader is feeding his god complex?? gosh gojo and his complex is bothering me?!?!?!🥵🥵😧 and is it alright if u add a little bit of spice?? 🤭 if it's not comfy its really fineee if u wouldnt include d spicy parts,, BTW I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

note: we know that this man as a god complex for sure - and i bet you that this turns him real good lol. just stroke his ego a little and i bet you he will fuck you silly 😇😇 and this entire fic is just spice all over. AND I LOVE YOU! thank you for loving my work TT bean is happy~

pronouns: she/her

note: nsfw work at the undercut, so minors dni. gojo being an ass like usual, but he’s hot that way lol, oral (m receiving), lowkey dacryphilia and dumbification kink because jjk men love to fuck you silly ~, shower sex cause it’s the best sex - jk lol, light humiliation and even a slight size kink, praise kink too, also unprotected sex - but this is for the purpose of fanfiction. use condoms and have safe sex love. lowkey fluffy undertones too! this is long as well - so am feeding y’all good lol

Gojo had always been told that he is the strongest, and he knows that he is. There was no need to remind him on the daily that he triumphs over your every day sorcerer.

Yet he loves it whenever you remind him of his stance in the world.

You knew how to stroke his ego just right when you want something from him - whether it is his time, affection, or even materialistic items; Gojo loves it whenever you’d turn all innocent and cute for him, begging him with puppy eyes for whatever your little heart desires. And you know that Gojo lives to spoil you rotten - anything you want, you get. No questions asked.

For the last few days he had been busy with work, having to wake up way before you are awake and come home long after you’re asleep. The only indication that he had returned home would be the pastries he leaves for you to eat in the morning along with a coffee mug filled with coffee the way you like it. It did make you deflate a little, since you’ve missed spending your time with your white-haired boyfriend. But you know that deep down that there is a lot of people who depend on him, so you understand.

That doesn’t mean you aren’t needy though.

Tonight was no different; you had returned to your shared apartment, taking your shoes off at the genkan before you made your way into your apartment. You had gone about your routine, making yourself a simple dinner to eat as you check your phone, replying to a few messages you had gotten from your boyfriend whilst you were walking home. Soon you migrated into your bedroom, where you had started to take your clothes off one by one as you made your way towards the bathroom; promising to pick them up later. 

You sighed at the feeling of the warm water trailing over your body, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment of silence for a few moments. You had just reached for your shampoo bottle when the door to the bathroom was opened, causing you to drop the bottle you had grabbed to instead cover yourself with wide eyes. 

“I thought I’ve told you how I feel about you covering up from me, princess~”

There, leaning against the doorway with a grin, was Gojo Satoru himself; the man that you’ve been missing for the last few days. You stared at him with wide eyes as he sighs and started to strip as well, taking his sweet time so you can watch his muscles move and flex under his purple Jujutsu High Uniform he wears for work. And it worked - you found it hard to trail your eyes far away from your boyfriend’s fit form, hungrily drinking in every inch of skin that was slowly revealed to you.

The last thing that he removes was the blindfold, giving you a cheeky smile as his white hair fell into his eyes perfectly. “You make me shy, princess...with how closely you’re watching me.” He teases, his words causing you to pause before you pout over at him; not that happy that he was calling you out like this. Wordlessly you huffed before you turned your back to him, bending down to pick up the bottle of shampoo that had fallen to the floor from your scare. “As if you have anything to be shy about.”

Squirting some of your shampoo into your hand, you quietly started to wash your hair once more; pretending like you can’t feel the eyes that were scanning over your wet figure through the shower door. You didn’t need to wait long for Gojo to join you, feeling strong and calloused hands snacking around your wait from behind to pull you flush against him. 

And pulling your ass back so he can grind his length against you. “Awe, is my little princess upset at me?”

Deciding to play his game, you pretended not to feel his hard on whilst you continue to massage the studs into your hair, humming softly at his words. You let his hands roam about your body, not minding how one of his large hands reached up to cup your breast in his hands, nipple caught between his fingers as he gently squeezes the sensitive bud. “Mm...what if I am?”

Your tone was slightly winded yet sultry, your hooded eyes looking up at him with lust shining in them as you gently grinded your ass back against him. “You’ve been away for home for so long...I’ve missed waking up to you every morning.”  You hummed, soft pants leaving your lips when his other hand travelled south, long fingers teasingly rubbing along your puffy cunny. “Nga~...missed you a lot...”

“Is that why my princess is acting so bratty?” He cooed at you with a teasing smirk, his glowing eyes watching you melt against him as he continues to press at your buttons carefully. He loves how with just a few calculated strokes of his fingers along your body he has you melting against him; legs parting to give his hand more access to play with your clit whilst his finger squeezed at your nipple gently. “Did she miss me so much that she starts acting out to get my attention? Is that what you’re doing, princess?”

Wordlessly you nodded, having long forgotten if what you were doing moments before as you reached back to coax his head down to yours. He lets you guide his head down so his lips was pressed against yours, kissing you so deeply and so passionately that it had your already shaky legs to shake even more. He plays your body like an instrument, gently coaxing your lips open too wrap his tongue around yours while his fingers wandered down from your clit to your clenching hole.

However tonight, you were in for a more different sort of loving from him.

You had gently gripped his wrist to stop him, tugging your lips away from his as you panted quietly; strings of thin saliva connecting the both of you as he raises a curious brow. Wordlessly you leaned up to peck his lips, turning around so that your front was pressed against his; hands resting on his pecs. With a mischievous glint in your eyes your hands started to wander down his wet body, fingers tracing along the strong muscles hidden beneath smooth skin. Gently your lips started to kiss down his body slowly, tracing along the faint scars on his pale skin that he had gotten from an incident in his second year.

Gojo immediately caught onto what you were doing, smirking softly as one of his hands reached over to push the wet strands of hair back; giving him a clear view of your innocently blinking eyes as you kissed down his abs slowly. He shifted back into the shower to give you more space to get down on your knees, where your eyes immediately made heart eyes at his length.

Long and thick, you admired the veiny cock as you wrapped a hand around the base, enjoying how heavy it felt against your hand. How small your hands looked as it wrapped around it, fingers barely grazing each other as your eyes glanced upwards innocently. Gojo’s Six Eyes, glowing with both lust and amusement, watched you closely as you leaned forward; pink tongue poking out adorably as you started to trace along each of his veins.

If there is one thing that you know strokes his ego, is when you clearly worship his cock - something that you had discovered a few months into your relationship. There was just something about seeing you on your knees, watching as you lick and suckle along his long girth with such gentleness and love that gives him the biggest ego boost. Watching how you practically worshipped him, putting his pleasure above yours. “Such a good girl...”

You kept your eye contact with him as you flatten your tongue, gently licking from the thick base all the way to the irritated red tip. A soft moan left your lips at the taste of his precum coating your tongue, enjoying the unique taste that is just him as you gently suckle along the top. The hand in your hair tighten as Gojo lets out a groan, gently urging you to take more and more of his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth.

“That’s a good girl...shit...”

Gojo tilted his head back in pleasure at the feeling of your throat tightening around him as you tried to swallow more and more of him into your mouth. Just watching him getting so much pleasure just from you sucking him off send a thrill through your body as you moan softly, only to gag when he hits the back of your throat. The feeling of you gagging over him had his knees buckling as he groans loudly, pushing your head down him to take more of him in. “Fuck princess, you’re always so good to me...wouldn’t you take just a bit more?”

Tears started to blur your vision as you slowly but surely took more and more of him into your mouth, moaning softly at you’ve left less than an inch left. Just the sight of you, all teary eyed with your mouth full of cock has him groaning in pleasure; fingers carding through your hair gently. “Such a good girl...” He cooed whilst you slowly started to pull back, bobbing your head along the rest of him as he watches you with dark eyes.

Your hands gently trailed up from the hold you have on his thighs to gently trail up his body, fingers gently tracing along his body as you slowly pulled your lips off his cock; letting go with an obscene pop. Gojo just watches you with a smirk, lips parted to let out a pants as he watches you gently suckle and lick at his tip teasingly. “Alright princess, up you go.” He grunts before he reaches down to grab you underneath your arms, picking you up with ease before he turns and presses you against the shower wall.

A soft gasp left your lips at the feeling of the cold shower wall pressed against your back, arching your back a little at the feeling of the cold pressed against your warm skin as Gojo caged you against the wall. Gojo grinned at that reaction, since it meant that you had thrust your chest out for him; to which he leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Immediately you wrapped your arms around hid neck, fingers gently tugging at the back of his head as he smirks up at you gently.

Biting your lip, you instead started to grind down again him, letting out soft moans and whines at the shiver of pleasure that travels through you. “Such a needy princess...” Gojo coos softly against your chest as he pins you against the wall, finding you absolutely adorable when you just pout softly and look up at him lustfully. Begging for him to stop the teasing act and give into both of your desires. “Did I spoil you too rotten?”

“You love me.” You pouted, fingers gently scratching down his back as he hums and raises an eyebrow at you, as if silently asking where did you get that notion. You huffed before you pulled him closer, your lips pressing soft kisses down his jaw as one of your hands finds it way back into his damp. Fingers carding through the damp strains of white hair as you let out a soft moan against his ear, knowing that it drives him crazy. “Please?”

A loud squeal was tugged from your throat when Gojo suddenly thrust up into you, using gravity to his advantage to impale you on him immediately. The feeling had you shivering in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you snapped your head back from the sudden force. Just as you were about to recover he suddenly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside of you before he snapping his hips upwards once more; slamming right against your cervix.

Without warning you suddenly cum around him, the arousal you felt from giving him head moments before already turning you on so much. Coupled with his rough thrust had the band in your stomach snapping, causing you to shake and squirm in his arms as you tightened around him. “Awe, cumming so soon, princess?” Gojo coos, smirking as he slowly drew his hips away from yours. “Such a poor thing, wound up so tightly. Look - you’re basically sucking me in~”

Before you can throw some backhanded comment at him he thrusted his hips up, causing whatever coherent words to dry up on your tongue as you let out a whine instead. He soon started a steady pace, causing you to whine and cry out at the overstimulation you felt from him not giving you a few moments to gather yourself.

One of your hands started to scratch down his back, the other wrapped around his neck as you let out loud cries and pants into his ear. The sound that you produce egged him on, giving him a huge boost to thrust faster and harder into you. This caused you to whine as your grip tighten on him, starting to feel the licks of pleasure through the pain as your legs wrapped tighter around him; wordlessly egging him on.

His thrusts were relentless, hips moving at such a speed that it had you at a lost of words. You knew that he had high stamina, with how demanding his job can be, but it still absolutely blows you away how much it really is. Just a few precisely aimed thrusts and you feel yourself loosing it once more, whining and crying out to him with your eyes pretty much rolled so far back that he can’t see your irises anymore. Your mouth had fallen open in pleasure, tongue lolling out a little with spit on the corners of your mouth.

Gojo grinned at how beautiful your fucked our expression look, gently squishing your cheeks in one hand to force your swimming eyes to focus on him. “Earth to princess, you there?” He asked in a slightly strained voice, letting a low groan and a curse at the feeling of you tightening around him. You were just filled with him - both figuratively and literally. Whenever Gojo and you get intimate, it makes you realise just how huge he is.

Not only is his dick huge, his entire person is - how he can gather both of your wrists in one hand, how whenever he playfully corners you against a wall, you can’t see over his broad and muscular shoulders, how his hand feels so large and comforting on your back whenever he leads you about beside him. You even marvel how he can pick you up and move you about the way he likes, either if he wants your attention by tossing you over his shoulder and running away with you.

Or like right now, how he bottoms out inside of you with each of his brutal thrusts; knees hooking over his elbows to give him the most space to thrust against into your tight cunt. “Fucking shit - you’re still so tight.” He grunts, his- hips picking up its pace as you cried out, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm slowly start to creep in.

“W-wanna cum! ple-i wanna-” You tried to speak in between his brutal thrusts, whining and crying out his name like a broken record player as your fingers dug themselves into his back. Gojo knew exactly what you wanted, causing him to grunt as he angles his hips carefully. “You wanna cum for me, pretty girl? Do it - shit, come all over my cock, princess. Show me how much you love it.”

His words had you nodding your head dumbly, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with each deep thrust; feeling yourself spiraling out of control. It was with a well time trust and the sudden feeling of his fingers brushing at your puffy clit that pushed you off the edge. Your muscles tensed up as you threw your head back, crying out for him as you felt the shivers of pleasure travel through your body.

Gojo wishes that you can just see how perfect you are, head thrown back with your mouth wide open to let out the most prettiest noises for him as you tighten around him even more. Just knowing that he was the reason as to why you’re feeling so much pleasure has him groaning softly, leaning down to press a deep kiss against your lips as you whine softly against them. “’T-Toru...h-hurts..”

“I know princess...” He grunts softly as he pulls away from your kiss, smiling softly at how cute you looked as you gave him puppy eyes; trying to reach up to pull him closer as you let out soft whines at each of his thrusts. “Think you can - fuck...think you can hold on for a little longer?” He groans softly, sapphire eyes narrowed in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax.

You just whined and wrapped your arms around his neck tiredly, letting him move your hips for his own pleasure; leaning forward to nuzzle and kiss along his neck. You let soft cries and whines of his name into his ear, the sound clouding his senses and sending his already pleasure-hazed mind into overdrive. With a low groan into your ear before he bottoms out inside of you, an immense feeling of warmth started to fill your belly. 

Letting out a quiet moan, your fingers gently carded through his wet hair once more, slowly started to feel your senses to return to you; reaching up to push the wet stands of hair out of your face with a shaky hand. Gojo chuckles softly at your still clearly blissed our expression as he gently eased himself of you and starts to clean the both of you up; cooing soft words of love and affection when you whine softly at his wandering hands.

Soon the shower was turned off and Gojo dried you both up, putting you in a pair of clean panties and one of his large shirts to go to bed in; his arms wrapped around you to carry you to bed. “God, you’re such a needy baby.” He teases softly with a chuckle, noting how you refuse to let him go even if it’s for a split second so he can grab the edge of the duvet. “How cute.”

You just gave him a lazy smile, pulling the taller male into your arms as you nuzzle your face against his. This action caused him to pause before he smiles at you lovingly, shifting himself closer so his arms was wrapped around you, face tucked away into your neck as he sighs in content. All the fatigue he felt from being away from home and being on call almost 24/7 slowly melts away at feeling of your fingers massaging the back of his head gently.

“Welcome home.” You mumble softly into your ear with a soft kiss to the top of his head, a soft comment that had Gojo smiling wider as he looks up at you with hooded eyes; nose brushing against yours at how close his face was from yours. “It’s good to be back.”

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[jellyluchi]

La Squadra x Gamer!Reader + spice

A/N: I’m not much of a gamer but I have been playing a few video games lately that gave me this idea. Edit: this was drafted mooonths ago when I was still playing Hades which I haven’t touched in a hot minute...

— Genre: nsfw, minors DNI

— Warnings: suggestive content, mentions of oral, fingering

Risotto

Tries to understand and play some of your video games if you decide to teach him, depending on the type of game he’s either really good or he sucks

Prefers to watch you play in either complete silence or let you talk and explain what the game is about

might ask you questions here and there because he’s a good boyfriend who takes interest in his partner’s fav hobbies!

enjoys relaxing decorative games or puzzle games the most. Also horror for aesthetics and good stories.

depending on whether he can tell if you’re in the mood (and yes he can tell) might tease you as you play

it starts with very light touches while you’re concentrating on the game and before you can even tell somehow you’re squirming!

very good at being stealthy when it comes to teasing his partners physically

might even use metallica to heighten your experience! your game is soon forgotten and you can’t remember if you beat the level or not

Prosciutto

Most likely to have you already on his lap when you’re playing if it’s his day off and he’s relaxing

a grandpa who won’t even try your video games unless you can somehow convince him with like.... a 45 slide power point on why he’d enjoy it, otherwise it’s just not to his taste

however, in the occasion that you do convince him, it’s truly a sight to see! This man is as intensely competitive as he is shit at games LOL (running in an fps looking at the ground with no camera control rip)

prone to giving up very fast unless you really walk him through it! Even then might not enjoy it unless it’s an interesting story or concept

will be more partial to games that tackle ethics and morals or are darker themed

But his favorite game is teasing you, you’re already on his lap and he loves giving you cuddles and if your having fun with your game why can’t he have fun with his?

It will be such a sensual and soothing experiencing you won’t realize when it even began before you’re panting a bit.

The best outcome is when you willingly leave your video games to go play with him instead

Pesci

Not big on gaming on his own but enjoys them very much when he plays, loves it if you invite him to play something!

Enjoys building and open world exploring type games the most (especially if the latter has some sort of fishing mini-game)

He likes to be creative with his building or wants to get immersed in some fantastical story

Is also chill with listening to you explain your games to him if he’s unfamiliar and loves watching you play

Now if you want some ‘video games and chill’ type situation you might have to be the one to initiate.

Whether it’s hinting at it verbally or physically he would need that confirmation

But once he knows what you want he’s not afraid to support you under the desk if you know what I mean.

Likes to hear your moans overpowering the video game music because it lets him know he’s doing a good job 

Formaggio

He’s already your video game buddy most likely, and he gets playfully competitive to boot

Likes FPS the most, especially if it’s multiplayer because that means he can go against you and keep score who got most kills

But if it’s a story based game he’ll goof off and sabotage missions on purpose to see how he can mess with the game (gfx, mechanics etc.)

Also just generally a fan of shooting things in game because it’s satisfying plus he has really good aim wit all his practice

when he’s not in the mood to play he’ll comment on your gaming and get close to rub your thighs slowly

if you don’t get the hint he’ll get bolder with his touches until they’re on your ass and interrupting your concentration

likes when you get frustrated from his touches and considers it a victory if you drop your game to make out with him

Likes to make bets like ‘if you score ___ I’ll dive between your legs’

Melone

Not partial to gaming but definitely has gaming experience, mostly with rhythm games rather than traditional console or PC ones

He really likes to know the details of games from you and can listen to you for hours explaining your favorite parts 

Gets into Sci-fi games the most, he loves the world building and the creative fictional technology that they come up with esp for space travel

His skills with the computer didn’t give him much gaming skills but it did allow him to get used to the controls quickly and he gets better with time

Touching you is something he’d rather do, even if its got an interesting concept because nothing is better than seeing you try to fight your moans

If you’re concentrated in gaming or explaining something he won’t interrupt you, but will invade your personal space till you get the hint

If you don’t, he will only inch closer till he’s touching you, first in innocent spots but eventually between your legs or your chest

Loves giving oral during gaming sessions, if you need support under the table he’s your man

Illuso

Never been much of a gamer but he loves to watch you play, especially when you get riled up. He’ll make lots of teasing comments about your gameplay to make you angry or irritated on purpose 

He pretends to look down on your gaming skills only because he knows the anger fuels your hormones

He gets bored quick when asked to play, is more into the avatar making section of the game than the actual game 

The type to run around in game going through the surrounding talking to random NPCs than actually playing 

His boredom from the games usually leads to other ideas, abandoning his console he, very sneakily, gets behind you. Like a snake he’s quickly wrapped around your body before you realize

You would only notice when he’s making quick work of your clothes, he’ll stop if you ask but if not, and usually you don’t, he’ll tease your inner thighs 

Doesn’t really putting his fingers between your legs unless you give him your undivided attention. If you whine, he just asks you what you want (may or may not give it to you depending on his mood) 

His goal is to make you sexually frustrated enough to abandon the game and let him finger you instead

Ghiaccio

A competitive gamer himself, you may find yourself actually challenged when playing with him. More likely to play FPS than the rest. 

He’s definitely vocal and focused when playing, comments on your every little move like you’re making the worst decision of your life 

Thinks bets are stupid (because he’s gonna win, obviously right?) and accept whatever challenge you throw at him 

Is super smug if he wins, but if he loses and you make him do something he hates he’ll be a sore loser and curse up a storm saying he’ll get you back for it 

Ghiaccio takes things at face value, he’s not going to think you’re here to fuck unless you actually say so (in which case he goes very red not realizing your intentions) 

If he’s particularly pent up though, he will wonder about the possibility of but won’t initiate it, you really have to be the one to rile him up well 

if you play your cards right, that is, letting him win, handling his attitude about it, getting him flustered enough, he will be open to letting you sucking him off, courtesy of winning the game 

the other much more fun route would be to win against him, tease him to hell and back and just saying “shut up and fuck me” in which case he will be more than happy to oblige after the stunt you pulled when playing 

Sorbet & Gelato

These two are actually pretty accustomed to old consoles such as the n64, having had grown up during it’s time however you will still have to help them navigate any gaming interface properly 

Most likely not used to PC gaming just yet but it’s terribly fun to have them watch especially if you’re playing horror and Gelato delights in the jumpscares while Sorbet really has no reaction 

Very much likes the morbid games psychological horrors with gore, their favorite characters are always the unhinged ones 

They’re both prone to comment if they’re playing themselves and it’s fun to watch as they’re barely phased by the atmosphere or general horrors of the game

Neither of them have much fun just observing you play your game, it’s more likely Gelato will get bored and whisper something lewd into Sorbet’s ear who smirks and they move into action

The plan is simple, they just want to see you squirm, won’t it be so much more fun to play if you’re taking Gelato from behind while Sorbet goes down your throat? 

Sure, in that case you’d be in no position to play by yourself but in perfect position for them to play with their little plaything

they’re really not much for subtlety and two of them and one of you, it doesn’t take much convincing nor man power to get you on your knees. 

[katyobsesses]

Katy my darling <3 I have a very fun ask for you!! What method of arts do each glee characters prefer and what is their favorite thing to create?

oooooo this is a fun ask!

I'm gonna do S2 New Directions for now, but may add S3-6 ND or other characters later 💛 (warning... this is LONG)

Artie: Film. 100% film. He loves using visual media to tell a story, he also really gets into the sound design side too when he learns it in College. He loves making music videos and after Uni that's mostly what he does. He also directs a lot of movie musicals and musical TV shows. Basically he loves making visual media for songs.

Blaine: Performing - mostly singing. He also love writing songs, which we never see in the show but I can imagine him learning about songwriting in NYU and loving it as a way to express his feelings. it's like a step up from using someone else's words to express them.

Brittany: Obviously dancing! I like to think that after marrying Santana she either goes to college for Dance, or maybe owns a dance studio/goes on tour with Mercedes a lot (with Santana as a guest singer) She really loves teaching little kids how to dance, she knows how to interact with them on their level and the kids love her.

Finn: Singing? I honestly can't think about what he likes. Like singing is the closest thing. He sings in the shower a lot and obviously he loves singing on stage. But he's not that much of an art person outside of that. He likes consuming it but not making it.

Kurt: Sewing, obviously, as well as sketching clothes. He loves making accessories for friends - scrunchies for the girls, bow ties for Blaine, a dog bandana for Sam's golden retriver (because you know he gets one) etc. - but he also loves designing and making costumes for small productions. Maybe he volunteers/works with a small theatre troop and makes & designs all of the costumes while also performing.

Mercedes: Mercedes likes making cards for everyone for Christmas and Birthdays. It started because she'd forgotten to buy a card for someone but had some card and pretty pens on hand and it spiralled from there. She now owns a fancy die pressing kit and lots of card toppers and pretty glitter pens and washi tape and all of that. She has a small kit she brings on all of her tours, it helps relax her after a show - making cards for the crew as a thank you/maybe selling some for charity because she makes so much? When she finally gets back together with Sam they both work together to make Christmas cards from them with cute pictures of themselves in terrible christmas jumpers and their golden retriver in a Kurt made bandana and later their kids in matching outfits.

Mike: Like Brittany he's a dancer first and formost. That's his art. He later goes on to be a professional on Dancing With The Stars where he reconnects with Matt on set (maybe they even get together in the end and the DWTS fans love their relationship and their jokingly competative instagram stories) He loves creating a story with only movement and music. Mike also really likes doodling.

Puck: Photography. I don't know why but I see Puck loving to take pictures of places he visits in his travels. He also scrapbooks but only Quinn knows that - he has a whole scrapbook of pictures of Beth that Shelby sends them and later makes them for all of his other kids too, and he has, like, travel journals and scrapbooks of roadtrips he's been on. Basically he's a Bullet Journal guy. He really likes washi tape and pretty papers and stickers and what-not. He will never admit this.

Quinn: Quinn's a writer. In my head she goes on to write a book that's losely based on her high-school years and it becomes a best seller and is later adapted into a Netflix series directed by Artie. I just like the idea! Maybe Rachel plays, like, the Miss Pillsbury character... or Terri! Or maybe Shelby? I dunno one of the adult characters.

Rachel: Obviously her art of choice is performing. It's singing and acting and standing on a stage or a set and making the words in her script her own. Also scrapbooking/moodboard making.

Santana: Santana likes knitting. She won't admit it but she likes knitting little plushies for Brittany, her favourite is a little bi flag coloured bunny. She makes knitted plushies and blankets for all of her friends when they have kids but she never tells them she made them - everyone knows though, they're too perfect for the couple/person (a cat in a scarf or a toy poodle in a bow tie for Klaine, a teddy adorned with gold stars for St. Berry etc. etc.)

Sam: This could be an essay for me (and kinda is opps). Sam is the Art nerd of the group and tries every type of art he possibly can. Macaroni art, illustration, digital art, traditional art, crafts, pumpkin carving, glass blowing, handlettering, graphic design, knitting, crochet, rag rugs, sewing, card making, pyrography, etc. He will try everything he can in terms of visual art. He doesn't, however, write because dyslexia, and he can't wrap him mind around, like editing and film stuff - he does try though because why not. He also really likes songwriting and music arranging.

All of this i'm trying to do as close to canon as i can but going off of canon let's say Sam goes to Parsons for illustration because he's so good at art, he stays with Mercedes in her brownstone and they never break up, after graduating he becomes a comic book illustrator (which i believe is literally a minor at Parsons, so let's say he does a Major in Fine Art/Illustration with a Minor in Comic illustration) and illustrates a run of Young Avengers comics and becomes a fan favourite artist.

In canon, however, he loves teaching the new generation of New Directions but he misses art because he doesn't have that much time anymore (because being the teacher of the new directions is a full time job, apparently, judging by the lack of adult friends or hobbies Will has lol) he loves loves loves arranging music, however, and that becomes the type of art he does the most. He does doodle a lot during faculty meeting (also he does a music teaching certification during his first few years of coaching the nNDs) and goes all out with pumpkin carving at Halloween, and loves decorating his apartment and the choir room at Christmas. He loves doing sets for the musical (and has a lot of fun staging it too) and helps out with the decorations for Prom.

Basically Sam loves to be creative in any way he can. He loves making things, whatever they may be.

Tina: Tina writes fanfiction and draws fanart. She's a nerd 100%, she watched Supernatural, she was a SuperWhoLockian, she loves Merlin, she's loves Twilight but more ironically than, say, Mercedes, and prefers books like Morganville Vampires or PC Cast's series that I've forgotten the name of. She loves the Hunger Games and Firefly and Star Trek and Star Wars. She definately has a tumblr. She mostly writes all sorts of fanfiction and is a huge name in the Supernatural fandom. Only Sam and Blaine know about all of this becuase they found one of her Star Wars fanfictions and in an authors note she said something that they recognised - idk she ranted about Santana or Rachel or something.

This was so much fun omg, thank you for the ask Myle 💛

[samwilsonsbabymama]

A Change of Scenery

Pairing: Single Dad!Angel Reyes x Single Mom Black!Reader (but anyone can read)

Summary: Reader moves to Santo Padre and meets the father of her daughters best friend.

Warning: hella fluff like it’s all fluff lol

Word Count: < 2,900

A/N: This is based off of this post that I made a few days ago. Huge thanks to @my-rosegold-soul​ for being such a big help with this and for being an all around amazing person 💖I hope yall like it!

✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨

"And AJ said that I could come to his house whenever I wanted, mommy," your daughter, Imani, said, causing you to smile. This wasn’t the first time that Imani had brought up going to Aj’s house, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You continued listening as she told you about how excited she was to see AJ at daycare as you drove.

You had moved to Santo Padre on a whim a few months ago after spending your entire life in the big city. You were tired of the fast paced life and you needed a change of scenery, so, with very little planning, you'd packed up all of your stuff, and you and Imani moved. 

At first, you had been worried that Imani wouldn’t adjust well to being in a new environment, but after a few days in her new daycare, Imani had made a few friends. One friend, in particular, was the constant topic of conversation. 

AJ and Imani were in the same class and came to be fast friends. From the first day you picked her up, all Imani could talk about was AJ this and AJ that. You loved hearing about the ‘adventures’ that the two 5 year-olds got up to at daycare. 

After you had pulled into the daycare parking lot, you began to walk Imani to the door. 

"Mani!" a small voice called out to your daughter causing you both to turn.

"AJ!" Imani responded and pulled the little boy into a hug.

You chuckled as you watched the two embrace.

"So this is Imani?" a voice rumbled next to you causing you to turn. 

As your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight shining in your face, you were taken aback by the man in front of you. He had dark hair just long enough for a few strands to fall into his eyes. His plump lips held a hint of mischief behind his smirk. His brown eyes were dark and you felt yourself wanting to get lost in them for hours. Your eyes traveled down his body catching the name “Romero Brothers” on his work shirt.

Your eyes trailed along the tattoos on his arms down to the many rings that adorned his fingers. You imagined what they would feel like against your skin. As you continued sizing the man up, you bit your lip almost forgetting where you were. 

When he cleared his throat, you snapped your eyes back up to his only to be met with a breathtaking smile. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and you stuck your hand out towards him.

“I’m Imani’s mom, Y/n,” you said and your voice trembled when he reached out and took it. You’d half expected for his hands to be rough and dry, but you were pleasantly surprised to find they weren’t.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Angel, AJ’s dad,” he said as he shook your hand.

“It seems as though our kids are best friends; Imani talks about AJ all the time,” you smiled.

“Yeah, Imani is famous in our house.” If it were possible, Angel’s smile got bigger as he spoke.

“Mommy, it’s hot,” Imani interjected before you could respond to Angel. You looked down at your daughter and smiled as she impatiently stood in front of you.

“I guess we should get these two inside,” you said to Angel as you reached for the door.

“Here, let me get that for you,” he said as he moved to open the door for you and the kids. You smiled and whispered “Thank you” as you walked into the building to sign Imani in.

When you were done signing her in, you turned to look back at Angel. When you noticed that he was talking to one of the teachers, you waved Imani ‘Goodbye’ and headed out the door.

A few days passed since you met Angel, and you were still buzzing. Never in your life had you felt this way, not even when you were with Imani’s father. You didn’t want to read too much into this, especially since you had only met this man once, but you were dying to see him again.

As if the Universe had decided to grant your wishes, two weeks after meeting Angel, you ran into him again. Only this time, it wasn’t at the daycare. You’d taken a day off work to get some errands done while Imani was at daycare. You’d been out all day, and your last stop before going to pick your daughter up was the carnicera. 

The sight that greeted you when you walked into the only butcher shop in town made your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll be right with you,” Angel said. His back was still to the door as you made your way to the counter.

“Take your time,” you responded with a smile.

At the sound of your voice, Angel stopped doing whatever he was doing and slowly turned to face you. His face lit up when he saw you and his smile caused you to smile.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/n,” Angel said as you got closer.

“You too. I thought you worked at Romero’s?” You questioned.

“Been thinking about me, hmm?” Angel smirked and you rolled your eyes. “I do, but this is my pops shop, I’m helping him out for a bit.”

“Felipe is your dad?” Angel nodded. “Yeah, I can see it now.” You laughed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Angel chuckled. “Now what can I get for you?”

You rattled off the different cuts of meat that you needed, and Angel quickly got to work. When he rang up your total, it was considerably less than usual.

“Umm, Angel,” you said with a bit of hesitation. “You didn’t ring me up for the correct amount.”

“Sure I did,” he said with an easy smile.

“Usually it’s twice this price,” you replied.

“Oh, we’re running a special today,” Angel replied and you quirked your eyebrow. “Pretty girls get half off.” He winked at you.

“Angel, I can’t let you do that, what would your father say?” You replied with a slight chuckle.

He shrugged, “Why don’t we do this instead. Why don’t you and Imani meet me and AJ at the park this Saturday for a play date in exchange?”

“Angel, I can’t do that. I’ll pay full price, and we’ll meet you at the park,” you countered.

“Too late. I’ve already put it in the register, can’t change the price,” he said as he took the money from your hand and quickly counted your change.

You stood there dumbfounded as he moved quickly handing you your change and meat.

“Great, so AJ and I will see you and Imani on Saturday at the park at noon,” he stated as you took hold of your purchase.

You snapped out of your stupor. “We’ll be there,” you said with a smile before you turned and walked out of the door.

Holy shit.

Saturday didn’t come fast enough. You hadn’t told Imani about meeting up with Angel and AJ at the park, opting for it to be a surprise.

When Saturday finally came, you readied Imani for her playdate and grabbed your purse before the two of you headed out. Normally when you took her to the park, you didn’t really put much thought into what you wore, but this time, you did. You still wore comfortable clothes expecting  Imani would want you to play with her, but they were nicer than usual. You actually wanted to impress Angel.

The drive to the park was short and as soon as you parked, you spotted Angel and AJ near the slide. When you helped Imani out of her car seat, you pointed towards the slide.

“Imani, is that AJ?” You asked with fake shock.

Imani’s head snapped towards where you were pointing and she took off running towards her best friend. You laughed and followed behind her and watched as AJ ran up to her. The two grasped hands and took off running towards the slide.

As you walked behind Imani, you took in Angel’s appearance as he moved towards you. His hair no longer fell into his eyes and his beard was freshly lined up. He wore a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, putting all of his tattoos on display.

“Hi, Y/n,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hi, Angel,” you smiled back.

The two of you walked towards the park bench where you could see the two kids playing together on the equipment. As you sat in silence while watching the kids play, your mind drifted back to the man sitting next to you. Why was such a gorgeous man single? Obviously someone had snatched him up at one point in time, but why would they let him go?

“So, Y/n, what brings you to Santo Padre?” He asked as he turned slightly to face you.

You’d shrugged. “Just needed a change, I guess,” you responded. “I’d done the high city thing my whole life, and I didn’t like it much. It was too busy, too fast-paced, ya know?”

Angel nodded, “Makes sense. But why Santo Padre?”

“Because it’s close enough to my family but far enough where I won’t have any unexpected visitors.” You laughed and Angel laughed along with you.

The two of you continued talking about life and parenthood as the children played. Before long, you noticed a food truck parked down the street and the four of you walked to it and grabbed something to eat. When you reached for your wallet to pay for Imani’s and your food, Angel quickly slid his card through the machine stating that since he invited you out, he was going to pay for your food. When you attempted to argue, he shot you a look that quickly ended the discussion. 

As the four of you ate, you listened to Imani and AJ talk about all the games they played at the park. When the four of you were done, you noticed how tired Imani and AJ were, and as much as you didn’t want the day to end, you had to.

“I think it may be time to head back home, Mani,” you said as you lifted the sleepy child into your arms.

She and AJ let out quiet protests at the same time.

Angel nodded his head as he also lifted AJ into his arms. You laughed as the little boy could barely keep his eyes open and you imagined that Imani was doing the same. You and Angel walked side by side back to your cars and you noticed that you had parked near him. When the two of you had both kids buckled safely in their car seats, met each other behind your car. 

“I had a great time with you, Y/n,” Angel said.

“Me too,” you responded as you looked into his eyes.

“Look, y/n, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I would really like to see you again,” Angel said after a few moments of silence.

“That would be nice,” you agreed. “These two had a blast.”

“No, I mean, just you and me. I mean I would love to do this again and have a playdate for these two, but I want to take you out on a date. If that’s what you want.” Angel ran his hand through his hair as if it were a nervous habit.

“Really?” You were shocked. “I mean, yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Great,” he smiled. “Here, put your number in my phone, and I’ll call you later.”

You reached out and took his phone and put your number in before handing it back. “I’m looking forward to hearing from you, Angel.” You smiled and turned to get into your car and waited for him to get into his before you turned it on. You were about to start playing some music when your phone rang. It wasn’t a number that you recognized, but you answered it anyway.

“Hello?” You answered.

“It’s later.” Angel’s voice came through the receiver.

You chuckled and looked to your right to see him sitting in his car smiling at you. 

“I was thinking,” Angel began, “that we could go out tomorrow night around 8 pm. I could come to pick you up, or we could meet somewhere, whichever you’re comfortable with.”

You chewed your bottom lip. “I don’t know if I can find a babysitter with such short notice.” You really wanted to go out with him, but you needed more time to get a babysitter.

“No worries,” Angel replied. “You can use AJ’s sitter and I’ll leave AJ with my dad.”

You laughed. “Are you sure?”

You watched Angel as he nodded ‘yes’. “Look, I’ll give her a call when I get home and I’ll have her call you. Her name’s Leticia, but we call her Letty, and she’s great with AJ. I’m sure Imani will love her.”

You looked back at your still sleeping daughter and smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Great!” Angel exclaimed. “Alright, I’ll give Letty a call right now and I’ll have her call you tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. “I’ll talk to you later, Angel.”

“Y/n?” Angel said before you could hang up. “Could you let me know when you get home? I want to make sure that you two get there safely.”

Your heart stuttered. “Of course. Will you let me know when you get home as well?”

Angel responded with a ‘yes’ before you two finally hung up promising to talk later. On your drive home, you thought about your life choices and how they brought you to Santo Padre. You were excited to start this new chapter of your life, and you couldn’t wait to see what new experiences were in store for you.

Your first date with Angel was nothing short of perfect. You found that the two of you had so much in common, and soon, you found yourself on dates two, three, and four. 

Months later, your relationship with Angel was still going strong. The two of you constantly talked on the phone and texted each other, and you often spent your nights and weekends cooking for four instead of two. You were taking things slow, always choosing to go home rather than spending the night. Each time you stayed late, leaving got harder, and Angel always respected your decision.

And this is where you found yourself, currently stretched out on Angel’s couch with his arm wrapped around you. Imani and AJ were already asleep on the floor and the movie that you all were watching was long forgotten as you two talked. Somehow, the two of you made it to your ex’s and you weren’t sure how you’d made it this far into the relationship without talking about them, but here you were.

“I thought things were good,” you stated with a shrug. “But then he just up and left one day. Imani was 7 months old when he left, and it’s just been us ever since.”

“I completely understand,” Angel sympathized. “AJ’s mom had us all fooled but one day while I was at work, she dropped him off with my pops and we haven't seen her since. AJ was one. I don’t even know if he remembers her.”

After a few moments of silence, you glanced at your watch and shifted to sit up.

“I think we should head home now,” you said as you stood up.

Angel remained silent as you bent down to pick Imani up. You tried your best to not wake her because you knew she’d be grumpy if you did.

“You can always spend the night, Y/n,” there was a hint of hesitation in Angel’s voice as he spoke. “I mean, you don’t have to, but the offers there.”

You halted your movements and stood back up. “Angel, I-”

“I’ll sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable. I just,” he paused and ran his hand over his face. “You shouldn’t be driving this late at night. Please stay?”

You chewed your bottom lip. He was absolutely right, you were too tired to drive, so you nodded your head.

“Imani can sleep in AJ’s room, he has a second bed for when his cousins' sleepover,” Angel explained. The two of you carried the sleeping children to AJ’s room and tucked them in before leaving. 

You two stood in the hallway for a few seconds, smiling at each other before Angel leaned in for a kiss. Angel pulled back after a few minutes and placed his forehead on to yours as you both caught your breath.

“Good night, Y/n,” Angel whispered before he completely pulled away from you and walked back to the couch after taking you to his room. You changed into one of his shirts that you found and stood at the edge of his bed for a few seconds before you made your way back to the front of the house. 

The room was dark, but you could see his face as he scrolled on his phone. You cleared your throat and Angel’s eyes snapped to yours. 

“Angel, you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. 

“You sure?”

“I mean,” you shrugged.“We can’t have sex, but I’d like to still sleep with you and I'm sure your bed is more comfortable than the couch.”

Angel swung his legs over so that his feet were touching the floor and you averted your eyes when you noticed that he was only wearing his boxers. You kept your eyes on the floor as he walked up to you and tilted your chin so that you were looking at him. “Mi dulce, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You took Angel’s hand in yours and led him back to his room. He watched as you climbed into his bed and flipped the covers back for him. You waited for him to climb in before you cuddled up against him and he quickly wrapped you into his arms.

Part Two

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