#let's spread love for Gomens!!

[missninapea]

I'm never going to shut up about it, but I just love Good Omens so much!! Even when we're getting season 3 as a movie, I still love the series to death. I'm still gonna watch it, I bet it'll be just as good as the last seasons.🤩

Everyone say thank you to Rob and Rhianna! If it weren't for them, we could've gotten nothing.❤️

[joycrispy]

One thing I love about Crowley --never stated, but consistently shown-- is that he is, at heart, an engineer.

I have a few different things to say about that. Let's unpack them.

As the Unnamed Angel, we see his designs for the Pillars of Creation are millions of pages long, comprised of cramped text, footnotes, diagrams, schematics, etc. It's very...Renaissance polymath, in the way it implies a particular intersection of artist and inventor.

Also: in the naked romanticism with which he views his stars.

We already knew he made stars, but in s2 we learn that he did NOT sculpt each of them by hand. He designed a nebula ("a star factory," he says) that will form several thousand young stars and proto-planets, and all --aside from getting the 'factory' running-- without him lifting a finger. We also learn that these young stars and proto-planets stand in contrast to those made by other angels, which are going to come 'pre-aged.'

...I'm reminded of Hastur and Ligur's approach to temptations. Damning one human soul at a time, devoting singular attention to it over the course of years or decades, and how that stands in contrast to Crowley's reliance on, quote, 'knock-on effects.'

Ligur: It's not exactly...craftsmanship. Crowley: Head office don't seem to mind. They love me down there.

Hm.

I'm also reminded of the M25.

The M25 may not be as grand as a nebula (sentences you only say in GOmens fandom...), but LIKE his nebula it's an intricate, self-sustaining engine that does Crowley's work for him, many times over. Again.

That's some pretty neat characterization --and so is the indication towards Crowley's disinterest in victimizing anyone tempting individual people. It takes a considerable amount of planning and effort (and creeping about in wellies), but in accordance with his design the M25 generates a constant stream of low-grade evil on a gigantic scale.

Cumulatively gigantic, that is. Individually? Negligible.

But no other demon understands human nature well enough to parse that one million ticked-off motorists are not, in any meaningful way, actually equivalent to one dictator, or one mass-murderer, or even one little influential regressive. That's the trick of it. Crowley gets Hell's approval (which he NEEDS to survive, and to maintain the degree of freedom he's eked out for himself), and at the same time ensures that any actual ~Evil Influence~ is spread nice and thin.

It's some clever machinery. And he knows it, too:

The Unnamed Angel and Crowley are both proud of their ideas.

(musings on professional pride, Leonardo da Vinci, the crank handle, and 'the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale' under the cut)

In the 1970's Crowley gives a presentation on the M25, projector and all, to a room full of increasingly impatient demons. Maybe the presentation was work-ordered; the 'can I hear a WAHOO?' definitely wasn't.

Before the Beginning, the Unnamed Angel can barely contain his excitement about his nebula. Aziraphale manages a baffled-but-polite, "....That's nice... :)"

11 years ago, Hastur and Ligur want to 'tell the deeds of the day,' and Crowley smiles to himself because (according to the script-book) he knows he has 'the best one.'

(Naturally, his 'deed' has nothing to do with tempting anybody, and everything to do with setting up a human-powered Rube-Goldberg machine of petty annoyance. Oodles of 'Evil' generated; very little harm done.)

Hastur and Ligur don't get it, of course. That's also consistent.

Nobody ever knows what the hell he's talking about.

It didn't make it on-screen, but, in both the novel AND the script-book, Crowley was friends with Leonardo da Vinci. The quintessential Renaissance polymath. That's where he got his drawing of the Mona Lisa --they're getting very drunk together, and Crowley picks up the 'most beautiful' of the preliminary sketches. He wants to buy it. Leonardo agrees almost off-the-cuff, very casual, because they're friends, and because he has bigger fish to fry than haggling over a doodle:

He goes, "Now, explain this helicopter thingie again, will you?" Because he's an engineer, too.

(It is 1519 at the latest, in this scene. Why the FUCK would Crowley know about helicopters, and be able to explain them, comprehensively, to Leonardo da Vinci?

...Well. I choose to believe he got bored one day and worked it out. Look, if you know how to build a nebula, you can probably handle aerodynamics. And anyway, I think it's telling that this is his idea of shooting the shit. 'A drunken mind speaks a sober heart,' and all. He probably babbled about Aziraphale long enough to make poor Leo sick)

Apart from Aziraphale, Leonardo da Vinci is the only person Crowley has any keepsakes or mementos of.

Think about that, though. Aziraphale's bookshop is bursting with letters, paintings, busts, and personalized signatures memorializing all the humans he's known and befriended over 6000 years (indeed: Aziraphale has living human friends up and down Whickber Street. He's part of a community).

Crowley doesn't have any of that. It's just the stone albatross from the Church (for pining), the infamous gay sex statue (for spicy pining), the houseplants (for roleplaying his deepest trauma over and over, as one does), and this one piece of artwork, inscribed, "To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo da V."

To me, at least, that suggests a level of attachment that seems to be rare for Crowley.

...Maybe he liked having someone to talk shop with? Someone who was interested? Someone engaged enough to ask questions when they didn't immediately understand?

...Anyway.

There's also the matter of the crank handle.

This thing:

This is one of the subtler changes from the book. In the book, Crowley knows Satan is coming and, desperate, arms himself with a tire iron. It's the best he can do. He's not Aziraphale; he wasn't made to wield a flaming sword.

The show, IMO, improves on this considerably. Now he, like Aziraphale, gets to face annihilation with what he was made for in his hand. And it's not a weapon, not even an improvised one like the tire iron.

He made stars with it.

[both gifs by @fuckyeahgoodomens]

If you Google 'crank handle,' you'll get variations on this:

Crank handles have been around for centuries. Consisting of a mechanical arm that's connected to a perpendicular rotating shaft, they are designed to convert circular motion into rotary or reciprocating motion.

Which is to say they're one of the 'simple machines,' like a lever or a pulley; the bread and butter of engineering. You'll also get a list of uses for a crank handle, archaic and modern. Among them: cranking up the engine of an old-fashioned car... say, a 1933 Bentley. That's what Crowley has been using his for, lately. But he's had it since he was an angel and he's still, it seems, very capable of it's angelic applications.

Stopping time. For instance.

(This is conjecture on my part, but, I like to imagine that Crowley has the ability to stop time for the same reason I can --and should-- unplug my computer before I perform maintenance on it. Time and Space are a matched set, after all, and in his designs in particular, one feeds into the other.)

I know everyone has already said this, but: I REALLY LIKE that when he needs to channel the heights of his power, he does so not with a weapon but with a tool. Practically with a little handheld metaphor for ingenuity. One from long-lost days when he made beautiful things.

(And he loved it. Still loves it --he incorporated that metaphor into the Bentley, didn't he?)

Let Aziraphale rock up to the apocalypse with a weapon: he has his own compelling thematic reasons to do exactly that. Crowley's story is different, and fighting isn't the only way to express defiance. And if you've been condemned as a demon and assumed to be destructive by your very nature, what better way than this?

He made stars. They didn't manage to take that from him.

Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale are fighters, really --they have no intention of fighting in any war. They'll annoy everyone until there's no war to fight in, for a start. But between the two, if one must be, then that one is Aziraphale. Principality of the Earth, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Wielder of the Flaming Sword... all that stuff. Even if he'd prefer not to, it's very clear that Aziraphale can rise to the occasion, if he must.

Crowley was never that kind of angel. He wasn't a Principality. He doesn't have a sword.

...And yet.

It's Crowley who protects. He's the one who paces, who stands guard, who circles Aziraphale and glares out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near.

In light of everything else I've said here, I think that's interesting.

Obviously part of it is that Aziraphale enjoys it and, you know, good for him. He's living his best life, no doubt no doubt no doubt. But what about Crowley? What's driving that behavior, really?

Have you heard the phrase, 'loved to the point of invention'? Well, what if 'the point of invention' was where you started? What if where you end up involves glaring out at the world, just daring anyone else to come near? What is that, in relation to the bright-eyed thing you used to be?

What do we name the point to which Crowley loves Aziraphale?

...Thinking about how an excitable angel with three million pages of star design he wants to tell you all about...becomes a guard dog. Is all.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

New Year's Kiss (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Fic type: holiday fluff

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @florduarte @complimentary-breadbasket @thekirbishow @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d mentioned it when you were a little tipsy on New Year's morning. You’d never been kissed. You’d never had a kiss on New Year’s either. Well, those things sort of went hand in hand, but the point was- you’d never felt someone’s lips upon yours. 

It wasn’t necessarily something that upset you. It was a fact just like how caterpillars have, like, four thousand muscles was a fact. But Aziraphale was a romantic at heart, and how could he let a stunning creature such as you go without a New Year’s kiss when there wouldn’t be another chance of that for another whole year? Not a long time for Aziraphale, no- but it was for you. 

So, at five minutes to, Aziraphale took your hands in his and gave you one of his ever so charmingly romantic smiles. 

“My dear,” he started somewhat hesitantly. Like he didn’t quite know what to say. “I’ve been thinking about your confession this morning.” 

“My confession?” You asked, having sobered up many hours previous. “Oh! The New Year’s kiss thing? Yeah, what about it?” 

Aziraphale’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. Your heart skipped a beat. 

You’d had feelings for Aziraphale for a while now. How could you not? He was soft, kind, handsome and a reader. And he did his own washing- what more could you ask for, really? But you’d never really entertained the idea that he might have felt the same way for you. 

“I know I haven’t mentioned it before,” he said, clearing his throat and ordering his thoughts. “But- if you were amenable, I- well, I would be honoured if you’d do me the honour of being your first.” 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to let the information absorb into your brain. 

“Kiss, that is,” he hurriedly corrected, though you honestly wouldn’t have minded the alternative either just quietly. 

“I- Aziraphale,” you breathed, a smile slowly spreading over your lips. You bit down on your bottom one so as not to seem too eager. There was a squeal threatening to escape you any second now.

“I know this is highly unusual for romantic courtships,” he continued on, clearly growing anxious now. “But I just thought, well, why not ‘shoot my shot’, as it were.” 

Your eyes darted to the countdown on the television. Just a minute left now. Outside, you could hear the people gathered on the street start to countdown. 

“I- yes, Aziraphale. I would love that.” 

Aziraphale looked very pleased with himself, and he let go of one of your hands to brush his forefinger down your cheek. 

“You’re truly stunning, my dear. Gorgeous.” 

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. Aziraphale was always paying you compliments, but they never ceased to fluster you with their sincerity. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you chuckled back, eyes roaming over his features. He really was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Outside, you could hear the countdown get louder as it reached ten seconds to go. 

Your grin was infectious, and Aziraphale shot you one of his own. He shuffled in place as if he were nervous. He probably was. 

And then the countdown struck zero, and Aziraphale’s lips were on yours. Soft skin but a firm press of his lips. Your arms wound around his neck and you pressed yourself close. You’d waited so long for this- for a kiss, for Aziraphale, really. 

And now you had him. 

Zira pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours affectionately. He held you close, not wanting to let go of you just yet. 

“Happy New Year, my darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Happy New Year, Zira,” you replied lovingly. 

It was gonna be a good year. You just knew it.

[captainblou]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thank you Sam!!! Time for some self-love, lets go!!

Thank you for the thorns - rated E

There's a few things you should know about Anthony: first, only his dad calls him that, you can call him Crowley. Second, he owns the Queen of Thorns, the best flower shop of Mayfair. And third: he doesn't date. The first two points are unlikely to change, but the third? Maybe we should stick around to see how it goes…

This one was unfortunatly never beta'd BUT it's still my absolute favourite I've written, I would die for those two and their stupid bet.

Roses don't wear freckles like you do - rated E

“Do you have a safeword?” The angel asked suddenly, tearing his eyes away from his candle. Strategic question. Crowley had one and he knew it. They’d used it a thousand times already. “Armageddon. Do you?” The bastard chuckled. “Never needed a safeword.” Crowley hissed, his serpentine tongue flicking, eyes fixed on the melted wax dripping from his hand. “Well, think of one.” His palm had long grown insensible to the light burn of the wax, but that was the easy part. His arm, stretched in front of him without support for the last hour, was starting to shake. His shoulder was screaming in pain. Aziraphale’s hand remained steady and his lips stretched in a smile. Crowley relaxed his stance and stared into his eyes. The angel was playing a mind game with him, pretending it didn’t hurt at all.

A PWP where Aziracrow switch their usual roles. I had a lot of fun with this one !!

Touch of a feather - rated T

Berlin - 1889 “Well, if you must know,’’ the angel started, fidgeting with the lapels of his coat. “Have you heard of this lovely invention called a gramophone?’’ Crowley had, but still shook his head, happy to let him explain. “It’s a device that allows you to play music! Isn’t it brilliant? They engrave the music on large discs, apparently, and the machine plays it, which means you could technically listen to symphonies directly in your home!’’ Aziraphale was literally buzzing with excitement. Crowley could feel the way his body was heating up, positively shivering as he explained. He steadied his hand on his cane and looked at him with an encouraging smile, waiting for more. This time, the angel’s blush was more frank, going all the way down his neck. “Anyway, the company that produces the device is currently designing their logo, and they called for, erm- well, models.’’

My latest little one shot, it's sweet and cute and I love it <3

Undercover - rated E

After Aziraphale becomes the Supreme Archangel, Crowley is appointed as Prince of Hell. Some may think they aren't talking, but that's only true when they're busy with more pressing activities. (A collection of sexy times between our favorite angel and demon, trapped in an office hell/heaven scape, where the second coming that matters is not the Jesus one)

A collection of PWP written with @eybefioro, we have so much fun writing this!! It's still ongoing, I just need to get my head out of my ass and actually write my next part!!!

Drive me to the moon - rated E

At GOMENS, world-renowned sports brand and sponsor, one takes pride in endorsing the UK’s most talented athletes. On the other hand, one would like to ignore the fact that their two top of the bill, Aziraphale and Crowley, have heartily hated each other since the day they met. But what should be expected, when one knows these two?Aziraphale is a professional dancer, Crowley a rally driver. While the former switches between fierce competitions and prestigious stages, the other goes from one track to another across the world, clearing out every prize from behind the wheel of his racing car. Two beings, two worlds, two universes that everything should keep apart. But an unprecedented charity event is getting set up at GOMENS, and quickly, their own athletes will have to compete with and assist each other in turns.Two worlds, two personalities. But if they want to run for a cause that matters to the both of them, Crowley and Aziraphale are going to have to find an Arrangement. 

I'm cheating for that last one!! Publishing begins June 16th with @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist's illustrations!!!! When it's out it will go all the way up on that list!!!!!

[theriverspath]

I made crêpes! (A mini celebration of fandom.)

Yesterday was the French holiday, La Chandeleur. And on Chandeleur, people celebrate by making crêpes. It's not a holiday that I'd been aware before this year, but yesterday evening found me stood over my stovetop attempting to create the thin, lacy pancakes I'd only previously had the pleasure of encountering in restaurants.

Long before I'd even heard of Good Omens, let alone the crêpe-craving angel contained within it, I fell in love with this iconicly French food. For over twenty years now, one of my bucket list items is the unashamedly touristy activity of enjoying some from a Parisian street vendor while basking in the general splendor of The City of Lights.

And, while fate has yet to bring me to France, it did bring me to the Good Omens fandom. More specifically, it brought me to the discord server of the youtuber, @sendarya. There, her and her team organized a weekend of crêpe making in celebration of Chandeleur. They posted a brief summary of the holiday along with a couple of recipe and presentation suggestions for those who, like me, had never attempted them. People from all over the world have been posting photos of their creations, along with the occasional video displaying crêpe flipping skills the likes of which I can only aspire.

As someone who grew up in the pre-web days, these little pockets of the internet never cease to amaze me. Here's me, someone so 'Murican that they've never even owned a passport, chatting with folks around the globe about our shared interests. In my childhood and early teens, I would have only had access to this sort of camaraderie through the much slower mediums of newsletters or zines. But today, I carry instant access to the world around with me in my pocket.

While the pros and cons of this general phenomenon, along with the more specified experience of being part of an online fandom, are continuously debated, yesterday definitely fit within the "pro" column. Yesterday, the domino fall that began with a couple of guys writing a book together over thirty years ago ended in me learning a new skill with the help and encouragement of Good Omens fans spread out across the planet.

This morning, I enjoyed some of the leftovers from yesterday for breakfast, and it made my heart sing. I may or may not ever get to experience street vendor crêpes in Paris. But, due to the enthusiasm and generosity of global GOmens fans, I can now indulge in them in the comfort of my own home any time I please.

So, here's my thanks to everyone who organized and are participating in the AziraCrêpes weekend over on Sendarya's discord. Y'all are pretty cool.

[capversen1]

HELLO THERE!!

Welcome to CAPVERSE!!!

Ran by @crowleysno1 and @emmangst !!

If you like Capvers, if you like art, if you like fanfiction, if you like an au where Havers doesn't leave for the North African Front? FOLLOW US!!!

We're just two little sillies who want to spread our silly little thoughts about these silly little homosexuals!!!

BUT! THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR GHOSTS S5!! and..

Let us introduce.... the OWNERS!!!

crowleysno1 (aka ashley):

i am the storm of which has been brought upon kav, i am the reason why we are here today. I am.... Ashley.

HI! im ashley (aka grandpappy) and im autistic!!!

im the person who brought this silly ship into kav's life and now we can't stop talking about it!! (OOPSIE!!) i do art, and writing and sometimes poetry but that's like very very rare. BUT!! what you will see here will be a mixture of me and kav's crazy CRAZY imagination through art and fanfiction!

i can't remember the last time I haven't been properly obsessed with anything since I had a 3 year long hyperfixation on Unus Annus, and the rest has been a very long switching between old ones and new ones!!! im very weird.

i hope that this blog goes far because capvers has engulfed me and kav entirely, and we can't escape it (help).

err some random things about me is that I love the six idiots (DUHH). im a gomens , omfd, Markiplier, unus annus, Ethan Nestor, Thomas Sanders fan etcetcetc. errr im in love with horrible histories, ghosts and yonderland... I mean duh. why else am I here???@?#?

(as of today, I never know when I'm suddenly like "NEW HYPERFIXATION!!").

im also very interested in history (ww2 specifically), so like I'll use every every single excuse to talk about it so don't even like cry at the sight of my silly little rambles. (Though if you want to see those they'll be on my main acc)

ill sign off the posts with A or Grandpappy, because I am grandpappy ashley.

BYEBYE!

emmangst (aka kav):

hi im kav (aka hubba bubba) and i have adhd and horrendous memory comparable to amnesia

im the victim of the storm that was approaching (ashley) and now I cant stop being struck by capvers brainstorm lightnings

I'm also a big fan of Pokemon, specifically the subway masters and the b/w games, (really really big fan of) kubzscouts, kitchen nightmares (solely bc of the admin of the kitchen nightmares yt account), metro railways/rapid transit and others I can't really remember

I do art and writing too, but I never post my writings, im not good neither does my artstyle support capvers HELP. but I do share my ideas of capvers au's to ashley.

coincidentally I too am verrrry interested in history (specifically british, germany, ww1/ww2). I go by it/they but ashley will refer to me as he/him just because I said so in didord hhdjsjdj and I probably will call ashley "captain ashley" because it funny

will sign off the posts with K or hubba bubba

funfact abt me : I watched the trailer for BBC Ghosts in 2019 but completely forgot about it until I got curious abt what ashley meant by not revealing the captains name and meeting my ultimate doom

[mymultifandomhell]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

anon is spreading joy today just like my lovely lovely mutuals💕

@anniemurphy the schitts creek to whatever the hell we've got going on these days pipeline lmao

@serious-goose i think you're the first mutual i made because of ofmd and i'm so glad i followed you because you fr fill my dash with only the finest content and best takes

@kronosa113 the real secret is that i'm pretty sure i found you because of ofmd but i followed you because you mentioned pixar in your description and gave off good vibes (and the vibes are still 10/10)

@sherlockig the screencaps you post are always so beautiful like how do you make me feel even more insane about ofmd from just a single frame

@underwhelmingalchemist you were so incredibly kind and helped me with one of my master's assignments and i'm forever in your debt

@rat-n-crow @antisocial-otaku @rainydayjay @xyrnys you keep my life in balance by feeding me the perfect mix of ofmd/gomens and random posts

@iwasthenightingale @kingof-the-crossroads shoutout to my newest mutuals who fill my dash with nice things

i will pretty much always be too afraid to message first but genuinely my inbox really is always open and i'm always happy to chat😭🖤

[17wishbones]

THE LAST CHAPTER IS HERE. Actually, I finished it months ago but I forgot or had problems posting it. And then Christmas came and we hosted a huge party at our house. Next was New Year’s. And then back to work, so it’s been busy, but here is the chapter for this short series. And for those of you who enjoy my writing, I am writing a Rengoku x Reader x Tengen fic that’s just about complete. I’m going to post all the chapters at once on Ao3. It’s gone be smutty, so yeah, come and have a read! I go as “starmufasa”. It’s not there YET but soon. I had to take multiple breaks cause I can’t believe the nastiness I wrote. Anyways, enjoy! I might not post on Tumblr much due to me writing these in Google Doc. They’re not transferring well so this will be the last for some time. - - - - - - - - -                                                 Chapter VII: Eternity is on Our Side Those two years together were beautiful. You reminisced over the amazing wedding - the ceremony and reception being more than you could dream of. Not only that, Rengoku had an empty home ready to be decorated however you wanted and he got you your dream job, teaching English abroad. Life is good. Life is great! “Uh! Don’t kick so much!” You fussed as you stood upright, with the help of the family maid. She aided you in cooking, cleaning, and everyday activities to keep you limber as you carried his twins. The surprise and wonder spread on his face when he heard the news, and because of this, you weren’t able to travel to work once your stomach grew twice in size, but you couldn’t be at home doing nothing until it was time to give birth, so you and the maid, Sumi, taught each other how to say certain words in English and Japanese. Ding. Dong. “Tadaima!” Rengoku announced as he stepped through the door, setting his suitcase aside as he slipped off his shoes, running through the halls to find you only to slip and slide on the floor Sumi just cleaned. “Hashiranaide!” (Don’t run!) “Gomen nasai, Sumi-san!” Rengoku got to his feet, bowing before continuing a strong stride towards you. He gently gathered your face in his hands, pressing his head against yours, taking in the moment before he littered your face with kisses. “How is my wonderful wife doing?” “I’d be better if I could eat fish, stand on my feet without them hurting, and without your two sons kicking all over my organs. Otherwise, I’m doing fine. How was work, baby?” “Energetic and fun as always! But I couldn’t wait to come home to you and my sons!” He knelt down so he could nuzzle his face along your stomach, hoping to feel them kick or punch. “I’m grateful that you’re carrying our children,” he moved back so he could look at you, the smile evident in his vermillion eyes, “I’ll make sure to take care of you, and that you’ll never have a need for anything because you won’t be without it.” You felt your cheeks warm up. “You prove that to me every week.” “I mean it! You’re everything to me, my Sunflower.” “And you’re everything to me, too. Now tell your sons to stop ruining my insides!” You hissed at your husband playfully. “And where are the--” “_____-san!” “Tanjiro! Zenitsu! Inosuke! Nezuko! Welcome!” “My dear _____-chan! What has he done to you!?” Zenitsu wailed upon seeing your super bloated stomach. “Is there something delicious inside? Can we eat it?” Inosuke asked as he stared at your stomach in hungry wonder. “No, you idiot! You can’t eat babies!” Zenitsu scolded Inosuke. "Rengoku-san couldn’t wait to see you so he took off in a strong sprint. It’s lucky that we’ve been to your house with you before.” Tanjiro, the sweetest boy, was bright, kind, and positive. He has been helpful to you ever since you started at Kimetsu Academy. His parents loved how close he was to you and Rengoku that they even let him spend some weekends with you two. Nezuko, the caring girl, was Tanjiro’s little sister. She was always by his side so it was only right to have her come along, too. Though she is still working on her English, she’s taught you many helpful Japanese phrases when you guys went shopping. Zenitsu, lover boy fanatic, was smart for being such a crybaby. He knew much about the Western world and had a dream to become a language interpreter. He’s currently crazy over Nezuko much to Tanjiro’s dismay. He has time to mature more. Last, but certainly not least, is the wild child, Inosuke. He’s like a feral boy, as if raised by wild boars in the countryside. He’s loud, rambunctious, and interesting. You love his inquiries and wild statements as they always made you laugh. “I’m so glad that you all came over! We’re going to have a special meal tomorrow. Can you guys guess what it could be?” “Tonkatsu!” You shook your head no. “Okonomiyaki!” “Iie!” (No!) “Shabu Shabu!” “Mou ichido!” (One more time!) “Ramen!” You shook your head no for the fourth time. “I’ll let Kyojuro tell you.” “Yama kujira!” The four of them all gasped in surprise. “My mother said that it’s a sign of prosperity and fertility when one roams up to your home, especially with a pregnant wife!” “Meaning that we have a good life ahead of us, and our children, too. And so, we wanted you all to join us tomorrow for a feast. So, what do you say?” They all cheered and chatted at how amazing of a time they were going to have at the Rengoku house. Seeing the smiles on their faces really made your day. “Hmm? Aren’t we missing one more person?” “Oh, right! Senjuro!” Just as Rengoku was about to call his little brother on the phone, he heard footsteps coming from down the hall. A smile lit up Rengoku’s face as he saw Senjuro sliding across the room. “Hashiranaide!” Sumi yelled again. “Gomen nasai, Sumi-san!” Like big brother like little brother. “Onii-chan!” Senjuro jumped into his big brother’s arms, holding him tight. “I’ve missed you so much!” “So have I! I’m surprised Father’s letting you spend the weekend with us!” “Mother convinced him that it’d be a good idea to let me stay over for the weekend. Isn’t that great?” “Yes, it is, Senjuro!” “_____-chan!” He hopped down and came over to you, gently wrapping his arms around you and your swollen stomach. You ran your hand through his hair. “Are you ready to be an uncle?” Senjuro nodded knowingly with his eyes sparkling bright. “Yes!” “I’m glad you’re excited. Me? Not so much. When they’re born, I’m going to sleep for the rest of the month.” “And you’ll deserve every last day until you’re feeling better!” Rengoku chimed in. You couldn’t help but laugh. You really loved this man, with all of your heart. “Alright, everyone, get your books out! Let me see what you all have been working on.” Your smile reached from ear to ear as you turned to Rengoku and gently pecked his lips. “What would I do without you, Kyojuro?” This beautiful soul of a man was all smiles as he kissed you back, shouting “I love you!” loud and proud. - - - - - - - - - - Chapters: 1 (Part 1) / (Part 2) / (Part 3) / 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

[pissthena]

Hakon x Aiden oneshot request!

Aiden try to pole dance at the first time and he nailed the moves smoothly while Hakon stare at the younger man's flexibility. Then, Hakon tease and compliment Aiden while smacking and grabbing at the younger man's ass

Gomen bit cheesy and bit odd👀

Oops, I kind of forgot about the teasing/Compliment part. This is more just an uprunner to smut or something, whoopsie. (The song referenced in this one is "like u" by Rosenfeld.) Hope you still enjoy it though! Apologies if it wasn't what you wanted!

So yeah, there's no smut, but definetly suggestive words in this!

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT

Hakon looked around the rooftop. It was far up on one of the towering buildings, making the Central Loop look tiny in comparison. He had just helped Aiden turn on another radio tower, but night had fallen and they had decided to camp on the empty roof. The only things there were fans, a flag pole, crates laying around the place and their small fire glowing in the night. Aiden was busy looking around the roof, searching the crates and boxes for any valuable loot. The older man plopped down on one of the crates that he’d dragged to the fire, making a makeshift chair. He leaned back, watching as the young man ran around, somehow knowing exactly which crates there was something in and which weren’t. Slowly growing bored, Hakon pulled out his walkman, going through his tapes, looking for any good songs to play to drown out the silence. “Anything you wanna hear, kiddo?” The older man called out to the kid, who turned to look at him from across the roof.

“Hmm?” Aiden strolled towards him, grabbing the other man's back looking through his mixtape names, mumbling the names aloud as he read them. “Hakon’s jams.. espresso depresso?... hyper… lovestruck… Love is a construct…” He slowly put the tapes down, not really feeling any of the names, before pulling out the last remaining tape. “Hot & bothered?” The young man looked up at Hakon, a confused expression spreading on his face. “What’s that one about?”

Hakon's face must have looked like it was slowly deteriorating, because Aiden’s confusion only deepened at his reaction.

“It's uh… you know..” The older man coughed, gesturing with his hands as if it explained anything.

“It’s what?” Aiden stood back up, still holding the tape, turning it over as if something would be explaining it on the back. He only got an exasperated sigh as Hakon refused to elaborate further.

“Then I pick it!” The young man stuck the tape in Hakon’s face, a small mischievous smirk covering his lips. “If you won’t explain it, then I guess I just gotta listen to figure it out.”

Hakon could feel all colour leave his face as he stared at the tape he had gotten stuffed into his hand. Why did the kid do this to him? He definitely knew what he was doing, that damn traitor. With a small sigh of defeat, the older man stuffed the tape into the player, holding his breath before the music spilled out. I love the way. You look away.

The older man held his breath, watching the younger man’s reaction, who was just standing there, listening to the beat.

You think you are.

A freak, a whore.

It was at that moment it seemed to click for the young man, or at the very least he realized something. His eyes seemed to light up, making Hakon slightly suspicious of the young man’s plans. That look never meant anything good, if he’d learned anything from being around the kid.

Let me tell you.

A thing or two.

With the most mischievous smirk Hakon had ever seen on the kid, he watched as Aiden walked towards the flagpole, positioned not far from the older man.

I got a kink.

Aiden stood behind the pole before grabbing it with a firm hand, stretching out his arm.

‘Bout girls like u.

He slowly bowed under his arm, dancing his way to the front of the pole, making sure to give the older man a show of his life.

Hakon felt his breath get hitched in his throat and his mouth drying at the sight in front of him.

The young man slowly slid the grabbing hand further up the pole, stretching out his body, before gliding down into an open-legged squat. Aiden’s face was only illuminated by a singular UV light and the campfire, making him look almost celestial in the light. He slowly rose back up, swaying from side to side as he did so. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oh fuck…” Hakon breathed out, unaware of how long he’d been holding his breath for.

I’d like to have.

Some time with you.

Aiden ran his hands down his body before grabbing his jacket, pulling it off in one smooth move.

There was no way the kid hadn’t practiced this before, he was a natural. Hakon couldn’t take his eyes off of the man in front of him, practically drooling at the sight.

The Pilgrim grabbed the pole with both his hands before lifting himself up, slowly sliding around the pole before extending his legs, giving the illusion he was practically flying. My hand, your lips.

Aiden hooked his leg around the pole, leaning backwards, his shirt sliding up, exposing his stomach as he practically was lying on the air.

“You look so good..." Hakon muttered, not having enough air to do much else.

My head, your grip.

Hakon felt like he was about to implode if he continued to sit there. He needed to get up, he needed to touch him.

Aiden bent down further, his shirt slowly riding off his body, as he seemed to curl backwards. “Fuck kid… How flexible are you?” The older man chuckled breathlessly, more curious than anything. He really wanted to find out just how bendable that man was.

The Pilgrim slowly descended back down, spinning around the pole.

Let me tell you. Before he landed on the ground, he spread out his legs, landing in a squat, his back facing Hakon, leaving him with the impressive sight of Aiden’s tight pants.

A thing or two.

Aiden rose back up, groin first, in a thrusting move, looking back at the older man with a smirk.

I got a kink.

Hakon couldn’t wait a moment more before he jumped from his seat, grabbing Aiden’s hand on the pole, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Doing all this for me?~” He practically purred, sending a shiver down the younger man’s spine. The plan had worked flawlessly. ‘Bout girls like you.

A firm hand slapped onto Aiden’s ass, gripping it tight. A small noise escaped the younger man, leaning his head back on Hakon’s shoulder. He looked up with a wide smirk before whispering back.

“So what if I am?” Aiden looked at the other man doe-eyed, as if he was the most innocent person around. Hakon stared at the younger man, thinking through his answers, but he didn’t get a say before Aiden leaned against him again. The pilgrim licked his own lips and with a purr he whispered again. “What are you going to do about it?~”

[missallsundayyy]

"You're just saying that"

ANOTHER LAWBIN DUMP BECAUSE I SHIP THEM LIKE A MAD WOMAN ITS INSANE! here is just Law being a simp for our fave straw hat archeologist, Nico Robin <3

“You’re beautiful”

“You’re just saying that”

“No Im not”

Law crawled towards Robin who was fully naked and tangled in between the sheets and smiled at her. He had a goddess on his bed and today was the last day she was going to be on his ship before she had to return to the strawhats. His head bowed and his lips connected to her long slender soft legs, he peppered kisses in a straight line and went towards her thick thighs. “You’re going back to your ship tomorrow Robin-ya” he muttered in between kisses. Robin had her head thrown back against the soft pillows with a contented sigh “Yes i do”

When it comes to pleasure build-up, there was no one better than Trafalgar Law, he made her horny beyond words and he could go for hours and hours just making sure that she was satisfied and pleasured magically. Since he was a doctor, on god he knew where all the good spots were and fuck did he rub, kiss, touch and reach all these area well. All her weak spots were mentally printed in his brain and he touched her so well because he knew her body like the back of his hand.

Law didn’t just wanted to please the historian but he worshipped the fuck out of Robin’s body. She was the definition of beauty and his ideal woman. Her hourglass figure, her large bust, her porcelain skin, her long luscious raven hair, her waist that was meant for his hands, her scent when she was turned on...oh how fucking addictive she was. He could go down on her for hours craving for more and more even when the historian was sore but no he could never get enough of her. “You make me so hard Robin-ya, you look so fucking absolutely mouth watering.” he grunt out licking her soft thick thighs in long strokes. His hands were already parting her legs wide, giving the sight he’s been craving to see. She was already dripping wet for him.

“La..law-kun...please…” Robin moaned softly, her hands reached out for his head and gripping his hair ushering his face forward to her wet core. He smirked and licked her pussy with one long and teasingly slow stroke. Her head dived deeper onto the pillow at the contact even though it was minimal. “You’re already looking so fucked out my love, did i keep you waiting that long?” He teased her by bringing one digit and plunging it into her hole without warning and going at a rough pace.

“A..ahh!” she moaned and fisted his hair roughly. Law was unrelenting; he added the second...third...and fourth digits into her wet hole that was gladly accepting his intrusion. He fucked her with his fingers hard and fast never stopping to let her adjust or catch her breath. He pulled out JUST for a second much to her dismay, her blue orbs adjusted its vision to see what her lover was doing, and his actions made her whine in lust, this man was so sexy. The feral demeanor he had and the way he was enjoying pleasuring her turned her on to the point she could feel more juices dripping out from her cunt. “Fuck.., you’re dripping onto my bedsheet and soaking it baby” he groaned and admired how wet she was for him. Law gathered his saliva in his mouth and spit it directly onto her soaking cunt “Let me make it even wetter Robin-ya” he said. He shifted his position so fast that even she didn’t see this coming, he plunged his hard cock into her with no warning again. “Ohhh my god!” Robin screamed, he filled her up so good and there was no way in hell she was going to feel this type of way with anyone else. Law was not only long but his cock was so very very big and the first time they ever did this, she was taken aback like taken aback would have been an understatement.

“Gomen I cant control my...oh fuckkk you’re so tight R-robin-ya.” Law grunted aloud, he didn’t go slow nor did he held back this time, he was going to fuck her hard and long and make sure she felt him for weeks and months until they had the opportunity to meet again. He was going to wear her out and that's exactly what he was now doing.

“La...law..please..more! I-its so so so so gooood! Ahhh ah ah” whatever words she could muster out was no incoherent, she couldn't even form any proper sentence with how good he was fucking her. His length was impressive, it hit deep and reached everything that she couldn't satisfy herself and the width...mmm she worships this man’s cock. How good his dick was and how amazing the person was as well. “C’mon use your words my love, i’m going to miss you so much and i- ergh fuck!” his hands had a tight hold on her legs, spreading as wide as he could while he fuck her into oblivion. Her large breast was now being kneaded by her hands trying to maximize her pleasure even more.

“You’re so..ahhh fucking hell….sexy. Look at you right now, i could fuck you for hours and prolong this as long as I could my love” he looked down at their connection, what an erotic sight and sound. She was squelching around him and her pussy wasn’t even trying to milk him with everything he got, their juices were mixed and was dripping out of her wet hole and cum was splashed everywhere on his sheets. Oh how he would love nothing more than to capture this image and frame it in his cabin room.

His cock went in and out of hole at a vicious pace, never giving Robin a chance at catching her breath. Everything that came out from her mouth was vulgar and sinful and only her moans and his grunts echoed throughout the bedroom. “Fuck fuck fuck you feel so good around me, gripping my cock like that...so tight like- ahhh…” he brought himself down to her chest and buried his head into her giant globes and grunt out in pleasure of her soft skin and the way her pussy was sucking his cock in.

Robin had one hand gripping his sheets and one hand clawing his back trying to hold onto him to be in sync in his monstrous pace all while he was comfortably sandwiched in between the valley of her breasts. He brought his face back up and tongued her nipples that were basically calling out for his mouth, his large hands palmed the right side of her breast while he was basically making out with the other side.

“La..law….kun...ahhh its too much...im g-gonna… ah ah ahhhh..” she screamed and clawed his back drawing blood, the pleasure he was bestowing upon her has become overwhelming. Law ceased all his actions and brought one hand and took both her arms, pinning them above her head and his other hand found her throat and gripped at it hard; now this was how he could get Robin to cum so hard because this has always been her kink, almost cutting off her oxygen intake brought her euphoric pleasure. “You cum only when I say you can love, are you forgetting that?” Law whispered in her ears, giving her a long teasing lick at her lobes.

Robin whined at the loss of his movements, his cock was still yet buried so deep in her hole and she was rocking back and forth trying to get some friction but his body weight kept her in check and she knew better in strength that she could never outmatch his strength especially in bed. “La..w….please please please please...ne-need to cu..cum!” she begged him desperately, her eyes were half lidded and both corners of her eyes were filled with tears of pleasure and desperation.  He brought his face down to hers and their forehead rested against each other and he locked eyes with hers, souls intertwined and orbs connected and both of them read each other like an open book.

“You look so beautiful baby, you look so good like this…” he whispered to her, face evident with pure lust and adoration. He loved this woman and he fucking knew it, there was nobody he wanted to share such passion and connection with. He wanted to pleasure her to the point of no return, making her the happiest woman alive and he relishes in her existence. “You're gonna cum so good I promise you baby” he grunt out. With that he resumed his thrust but it was even more powerful, dominant and oh so impressive. He pounded her hard and fast fucking her stupid and passionately, he gave his 1000 percent when he do her and right now he was treating her hole unforgivingly and no mercy and she was definitely going to feel him inside her everyday. He printed and branded his cock in her pussy and there will be no other man that could be compared. She whined and moaned hotly, tongue sticking out with a string of drool at the corner of her mouth, the bed shook with the rhythm of their fuck pace. The atmosphere was hot, the air was bathed in redolence of sex and passion. Sounds of his dick going in and out of her wet hole immited sloppy wet sounds that was the focus of their hearing and the unison of their sinful moans. His grip on her throat tightened and he moaned out loud at the sight and took her mouth in his and gave her an open kiss, it was sloppy and hot, their tongues fought each other and both of them were moaning in each other’s mouth.

“Cmon, cum now baby, i can feel you squeezing me so hard, you’re so good for me”

“Law...law! Law! I ahh...ahh im go..gonn! gonna cum”

“Cum for me my love” he’s raspy voice commanded her and if she was grenade, his voice was the trigger. She was sent over the edge and everything in her felt awakened and she exploded with a scream. With his hands on her neck her voice was semi blocked but this kind of orgasm remains unmatched. Robin heard Law muttering strings of curses and swears at her orgasm, she tightened and her insides was trying to milk the fuck out of his cock.

She was sent over the edge and everything in her was awakened and she exploded with a scream. With his hands on her neck her voice was semi blocked but this kinky action always had her fucked out. She saw stars and her body was instantly taken into another universe. Her legs tightened around him and were now trembling, her body still rocking with his  rampaging thrusts both rocking to the rhythm of her high.

“F-ff--fucking hell.” He grunt against her collar bones.

“La--law…” Robin whimpered softly, “Do it in me...please...i want you to cum in me and fill me up please please ple-- AHHH!” He didn’t need to be told twice, her filthy words spurred him on more and she swore he felt him getting harder.

“Fuck i- gonn...a fill you in so good..” he groaned and she captured his mouth with her open ones and their moans and grunts were drowned in the messy and sloppy wet kiss.

“Mmhmm!” Strings and strings of his load was pumping into her hole as he came the moment Robin kissed him with so much need and to simplify it….she was so fucking sexy and was the hottest woman in this god damn planet; he thought.

“Sss--so full!” she whimpered in his mouth.

Her facial expression drove him crazy, she was in a state of bliss and she was on cloud 9, only he could do her like this.

Both of them rode each other, absorbed in their high and lived for each others’ touch.

TIMESKIP

Law tossed the towel that he had used to clean Robin up into the laundry basket in his bathroom and came out to the sight of his goddess laying down peacefully. She was now looking at Law who only had a towel hugging his lower regions and she smiled, admiring his body. He was so handsome, his body was lean with the right muscles everywhere.

“You’re so handsome”

“You’re just saying that”

“No I’m not” he laughed, they were having the same conversation before their love making. He loves her. Trafalgar Law loves Nico Robin so damned much.

THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND READING MY FIC. DO LIKE AND REBLOG, ask me if there is anything you guys want me to write! I'm currently working on more LAWBIN. I know I've been writing them like crazy but that's because the internet doesn't have enough Lawbin and idc I will write till i'm satiated.

[dokifluffs]

His Favorite Sound | Kuroo Tetsuro

Pairing: Kuroo X Reader (female) ft. Kenma

Genre: it’s literally not what you think in the beginning 👁👄👁, v sweet fluff 

Author’s Note: my serotonin went up writing this

The curtains were open, letting the fiery sunset in the sky cast into your bedroom. The bed creaked beneath the combined weight of Kuroo and your body on the mattress. It felt like your lungs were going to burst as you clamped your hands frantically, switching back and forth between your mouth and Kuroo’s hands and arms as he harassed your body, making your heart b eat uncontrollably fast in your chest.

You whined, doing your best to hold everything in, not giving in to his teases as his hands roamed your body. His leg was in between yours, hands falling still at your sides beneath your shirt. His hands were so hot against your skin, it made a flush rush straight to your face but it was unnoticeable since your face was already so red and hot from what he was doing to your body.

“Y/N, why don’t you just give in, hm?” His gold eyes shimmered in the light, the warm light of day from outside shining around his outline that made him look ethereal. He loved when he did this to you. You were spread on your head, hair tossed over your pillows and weak. He made you weak.

“N-never,” you breathed for the first time in forever.

“Fine, but you did this to yourself,” he smirked. He lifted your shirt and attached his lip to your skin. You clenched your body tight, and pushed his head away the best you could but he stayed put. He wasn’t going anywhere no matter how hard you tried. It was no use, you were just wasting energy.

His fingers dug into your sides, his mouth working harder on your honey skin and you couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much.

You burst into a fit of laughter as Kuroo beamed, finally getting you to laugh, filling the room with your heavenly outbreak. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he blew continuous raspberries into your tummy, his hands tickling your sides and your whole body convulsing harshly on the bed, wanting to break free. He had been trying to get you to laugh genuinely, wanting to hear his favorite sound of all. You told him so many times how much you hated your real laugh and now hearing it for the first time so genuine, he fell in love with you all over again.

“K-Ku-Kuroo, p-please-HAHAHAHAH,” your voice strained as you pushed the words out to the best of your capabilities. Your cheeks ached as you buried your head into your pillows and mattress. Everything bit of your body hurt and ached, especially your sides as he had been tickling you and pressing your pressure points for the last past who knows how long. But he wouldn’t stop. Hearing your laugh was like a drug for him, his serotonin and dopamine levels skyrocketing. You seemed so you and he wanted to see, to hear more.

In his eyes, the room had gotten ten times brighter. God he loved you and your laugh. There was nothing about you that was “ugly” to him and there never would be.

“’N-never,’” he mocked your voice from earlier as he took a deep breath and blew another raspberry into your belly, your legs trying desperately to kick him off.

“So noisy,” Kenma sighed as he sat at your desk, lounging in your spinny chair as he glanced over to see his best friends tangled together, before bringing his attention back to his switch.

~~~~~ PS A/N: ARARA GOMEN was it not what you thought it was?? 😇 

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[mintyvolleykids]

you: so who's your OTP in Haikyuu!!? :)

me: *in multi-shipping and rarepair hell* yes

[liquorisce]

‘lover’

written for kyoru week, day 4 prompt - lover

@kyoruweekofficial​ ‘s (tysm for organizing

pairing: kyoru, kyo x tohru

fandom: fruits basket

rating: M. this is smut, my loves, i know it starts off kinda pure, but beware. (well i think my otp having sex is pure so fight me.) 

summary: tohru is aggressive and vulnerable (and pregnant). and kyo is weak for it.

Kyo was 16 when he admitted to himself that he loved Tohru. It was simpler at the time because he loved her in a way that you only love someone when you know your love will not be returned, so you give and give and give till your heart was sore, but you still found it in you to give some more. 

But 8 years later, that same love is more complex, because she is by his side, and she returns his love, but tenfold, so much that his heart has forgotten the soreness that it once knew so well. It’s complex and it’s beautiful because the years have changed them, like seasons - shy, needy, bold… comfortable.

And he revels in this comfort, in watching her make her way to their bed, the same way she’s done countless times over the years, but now she’s in a sheer white nightgown, and her belly swells slightly. It’s a moment of wonder for him, everytime he sees her, sees her bump - their little bump - that he’s made it this far, with her by his side, and now they’re about to embark on a completely new journey. 

Tohru is restless tonight and she sits up a while longer, watching the night sky. 

Kyo watches her, quietly, embarrassingly, and feels a tingle as he notices the curves of her body, bathed in moonlight, stunning through her see-through nightgown. 

But he is mindful and restrained, as he ignores the heat from her body, dropping a chaste kiss on her bare thigh. 

When Tohru turns to look at him, her gaze is unreadable. 

It’s startlingly different, outside of his comfort zone, he likes when he can read her expressions, her moods, her touches. 

“… Kyo-kun?” she whispers, and he wonders if her eyes are just the slightest bit glassy, so he responds with touch, the way he knows best, sitting up and wrapping an arm around her, murmuring, “… yeah?” 

“… Do I look… weird… like this?”

He’s a bit stumped at this question, because in the 8 years that he’s had the privilege of loving her, he can testify that he has most certainly, never thought she looked… weird. “Erm, Tohru, I’m not really sure what you,” - 

She caresses the swell of her stomach softly.  “Oh,” he articulates intelligently, “… I,” - 

But he doesn’t get a chance to stumble through explanations because she kisses him, suddenly, aggressive in a way that’s not usual for her. But Kyo is eager to lap it up, flicking his tongue into her mouth. She slips her hands into his hair, pulling him closer, and as someone who truly believed he would never have this closeness, he cherishes it, presses himself against her, and lets his hands caress the sides of her belly. 

“Does Kyo-kun,” she mumbles, between kisses, “still… want me?”  

He pulls himself back, and watches her for a moment, her cheeks flushed. “… Tohru, why would you even ask something like that?” Because it’s been so obvious, he thinks, he’s always wanted her… even when he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Because,” he sees her hesitate, “… I want you, Kyo-kun, and of late it feels like… you don’t feel the same way.” 

And now he’s even more stupefied because he’s not that great with words, especially not in a pinch, so how is he supposed to explain to her that there will never be a day where he doesn’t want her anymore? 

“… God, Tohru,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along her jaw, “… seriously, I wish you could read my mind sometimes…” 

“… But you barely initiate it anymore, I thought,” -  

“You’re an idiot,” he mutters hoarsely, because how could he possibly explain just how much he wants her, how much he wants to touch her, to explore her changing body, to bury himself deep inside her, especially when she looks so beautifully vulnerable. He kisses her roughly, heat suffusing in his touch, as he gives into his curious desire. He’d done his best to hold back, because that’s what he’d been told… make sure she rests, be careful with her, they said… but, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like… like you weren’t…,” wanted. 

Tohru is emboldened by his awkwardly gentle validation, his hands on parts of her that had grown cold waiting for his touch, thrusting into him as she deepens her kisses, asking for more, greedy, wanting.

“… Wait,” he mumbles, powerless as she positions herself onto his lap, lips at his ear. “Are you sure… ah,” he’s cut off as she finds friction against him, his body reacting completely different to his cautionary advice. She’s taking charge today, and ordinarily he’d love it - and he does, his body reminds him, but this pregnancy, it’s new, and scary, and, “... Kyo-kun, you’re not touching me,” she complains, lips pouted and wet, and so alluring that he can’t help himself. How can he not give her what she wants when she asks so sweetly? 

And she is sweet, he reminds himself of that as he gives into her mouth, pure heat, and just a little bit of teeth, his hands sinking into her hips. It’s so new, knowing Tohru this way, her hips rounder and her chest softer, and it’s glorious. He’d always revelled in the feeling of her against him, and now it was just so much… more. He wonders if it’s the same for her, because it’s also the way she reacts, the sounds she makes, like she feels everything so much more intensely.  

He sees it in the little gasp she lets out as she sinks down on top of him, and she’s so wet, he isn’t prepared for just how warm she feels, so his fingers grab onto the curve of her bottoms harshly, steadying her, groaning her name. She pushes him down onto the mattress because she’s impatient today, but consciously so, her neck flushed, as she breathes, “… please, I need this,” and Kyo swears there’s no better sight in the world than this, her hair brushing against her breasts as they sway with the movement of her hips, her mouth parted in pleasure, so he lets her set her pace, needy, a little bit irregular, but incredibly hypnotic. 

“… Tohru,” he gasps, the word broken amidst his laboured breathing, because she’s really picking up the pace, and he can’t keep this up, and he tries to tell her with his hands, squeezing wantonly around her breasts but it only intensifies this feeling, especially with her sweet whispers of “ah, Kyo, you feel so good…”. 

He wants to watch her enjoy it, he really does, but the sight and feel of her is already too much, his head thrown back, panting. “Oh,” he whispers, “please,” slow down is what he desperately wants to say, but it’s too much, and it’s too incredible, and Kyo is only human. 

“Tohru, I’m gonna,” he whispers urgently, lifting himself up to steady her, but his words can’t catch up with his body, and he releases into her, shuddering, his lips feverish against her chest. 

This is an embarrassing moment he hasn’t had in years, and he feels guilty, but it’s amazing because Tohru’s still arching, grinding against him, and it’s so rare, he loves it, these precious moments when she selfishly seeks her own pleasure. “Hey,” he rasps, nipping down on the tips of her breasts, successfully returning her dazed gaze towards him, as he gently pushes her off of him. 

“… I… want to make you feel good too.” 

“Wha… I,” she colours, snapping out of her daze as she squeezes her thighs, shivering when she feels the extra wetness. “Kyo-kun it’s okay,” she mumbles, but he’s laying her down and there’s a small smile playing out on his lips, his hair disheveled beautifully, as he settles himself between her legs with purpose. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, because she knows what he’s going to do, and they’ve been together for so long but she still doesn’t know what to do with herself when - “ah, Kyo-kun,” - he goes to work with his tongue. 

And he’s really, really, good, because he knows her by now, knows that she’s pretty and polite, but she likes to be tortured slowly, lavishing gently, nipping sometimes just slightly, even if she struggles a little bit to let go of herself under him this way. 

She could be wrong, but she begins to suspect that Kyo doesn’t mind the taste of him (off her), because he doesn’t restrain himself, giving generously, unafraid of the wet noises her body makes, his grip firmly keeping her legs splayed for him. 

He lets up for air, and she chances a look at him, his tongue reaching out to lick at his lips, glistening because of her, and he catches her eyes, and his look smoulders. 

And it really does burn, in the pit of her belly, as Kyo reaches a thumb out to flick lazily where he knows she likes it best, but she lets him know anyway with her gasps, her incoherent begging that intensifies when he slips two fingers within her, setting a pace that really doesn’t fit with his requests for carefulness thirty minutes ago.  

He sees her quicken and knows she’s close, so instead of finishing her off like he knows she desperately wants, his cruel streak comes to play as he murmurs, “… in such a hurry today, huh,” as he languidly slips the same two fingers into her parted mouth. 

It’s unbelievably erotic. 

And she feels it through her body as she quivers, her tongue automatically swirling around his fingers, sucking lightly.  

He likes it, and it shows in his eyes, in the way they darken, and he brings his lips to hers hungrily. His kisses are intoxicating, a heady buzz spreading over her skin when his fingers are back on her clit, rough, exacting, and all she can do is keen against him, breath hot against his lips as she splinters, falling back onto the bed, her arms loosely pulling him down with her. 

He settles beside her, draping her in his arms, as he feels her breathing slow. He can feel himself get excited again, because he enjoys it, watching her come apart under his mouth, his fingers. But he can see her eyes drooping, blissfully sated and that satisfies him in a completely different, ridiculously cheesy, heart-full-of-love kind of way. 

He reaches over and places a soft kiss on her jaw as he sighs, muttering. “… You’re supposed to be resting, you crazy woman, not riding your husband dry.” 

She giggles, breathy, “… Well, I didn’t hear you complaining when it was happening.” 

- fin - 

[moeruhoshi]

getting ready for school so here we go again

I’ve been working on this idea for a while, this is just a rough sketch of an AU I lowkey wanna turn into a multi-chap

Lucy sighed for the umpteenth time as she stared out the window, her mind in another place as the teacher drawled on with the lesson. She found herself zoning out like this often, not because she was under a lot of stress or anything, even though it was her senior year. 

Besides, Macao-sensei really knew how to talk about one particular fact for twenty long minutes; most of the class was either avoiding his gaze or finding themselves daydreaming at this point.

It had been about four or so months since the school year started and the foolish, idiotic men of Magnolia High still had an annoying pact set in stone, preventing anyone from asking Lucy Heartfilia out.

Who the hell were they to decide who she would date or not?! And what the hell were they planning to do when Lucy actually started dating someone? 

The whole bullshit system practically began as soon as she took her first steps onto campus by a group of third years, and the baton had been passed on ever since. Lucy had yet to find out who was at the center of this weird fan group, but they’d face a world of hurt for ruining her high school life like this.

Not that Lucy had especially wanted a boyfriend, wasn’t it just one of those things a girl wanted to experience at least once with someone before college? Lucy had grown up reading a lot of romantic stories that had her wishing to meet someone who wanted to hold and cherish her for something more than her looks. 

Lucy blushed at the thought, but she was a grown woman! Some things couldn’t be solved by reading one of Erza’s novels, no matter how many the blonde was given. Although Lucy was pretty sure she was just shoving them onto her so Jellal wouldn’t find out that Erza had such an extensive collection.

She thought she would be quick to accept her first confession, as long as whoever gave it to her had good intentions. If he was smart enough to ignore this shitty pact then, wouldn’t he be a good person to date? It felt like asking too much for him to be a good looking guy that was slightly muscular and had sharp eyes like a warrior…maybe a bit possessive...Lucy blamed Erza for creating such weird standards held in her heart. But any girl would be excited if a pretty boy were to confess his love for her;

“E-E-Eh…?! Y-You’d really want someone like me…?” She flushes as he takes her hand, eyes earnest and unwavering.

“I’ve loved you for a long time...please...You’re the only one for me,” He pulls her close to his chest as he wraps his arms around her and declares that he’ll never let her go.

Something like that seemed a bit dramatic but so what? It was hard for a guy to even befriend her since the rumor being spread that she was supposedly some perfect angel with an incredibly high standard for friends and men.

Lucy wasn’t anything special, she felt that she was your average teenage girl that had a knack for cooking, studying, and was weak for the occasional visit to a cute café. Lucy and her friends had known each other since primary school, but it wasn’t like we weren’t looking for new additions to their group. As long as you were friendly, could get along properly with Erza, and learned to handle Juvia’s obsessive behavior, then they had no issues befriending anyone. 

She’d go over the school's intercom and shout those exact words if she didn’t think it’d make her look somewhat desperate and kind of a pervert.

Lucy wanted a boyfriend. She really wanted a boyfriend! And she had wished intensely for someone kind-hearted to enter her life before leaving this school. A little part of her wanted to make a statement to those jerks that started this, but Lucy honestly just wanted to learn how to fall in love. Didn’t she deserve that much?

“Lucy!” Levy shouted and shocked her out of her thoughts, almost startling her out of her desk.

“A-Ah! Gomen, I was spacing out,” Lucy laughed awkwardly as she finally noticed her friends crowding around her desk.

“That’s the third time Levy called you,” Erza pointed out, hand resting on her hip. “You’re not sick are you?”

“Not at all, I was just daydreaming.” Lucy sweatdropped, glad to stop Erza’s train of thought before she was covering her with an unnecessary amount of bandages and shoved into an infirmary bed.

“Class ended a couple minutes ago, didn’t Lucy-san notice?” Juvia asked, her hands clutching her bag straps nervously as she anticipated their leave.

“Yeah, let’s hurry up Lucy-chan, can’t you see Juvia wants to go stare down her crush before he leaves?” Cana hummed, the rest giggling as the blue-haired girl flinched and began to sweat slightly.

“I-Is Juvia that obvious…?”

“Painfully,” Lucy laughed as she stood from her seat and grabbed ahold of her own bag. “Let’s hurry before you miss him.”

“Heartfillia, McGarden! Don’t forget that you two have classroom duties!” Macao-sensei shouted in their direction, halting the group as they were almost out the door.

“Aww man, Lucy I have a job interview to get to! At that charming bookstore too…” Levy sobbed, eyes dramatic as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Levy-chan. I can cover for both of us,” Lucy rolled her eyes but grabbed her hands with a broad grin. “You really need to get that job so I can get a discount on a crap ton of books.”

“Ah! You’re the best, Lu-chan! I’m taking you out for lunch once I do get it!” The shorter brunette clapped as she ran out the door, rushing away to quickly get to the said establishment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help? I’d be glad to stay behind with you.” Erza offered with a small smile.

“I can handle it, besides I think the two of you need to make sure Juvia doesn’t jump that poor kohai,” Lucy insisted as the antsy girl whisked herself down the hall just as soon as Levy did, muttering consistently about her precious ‘Gray-sama’.

An hour or so later, Lucy was soon walking downstairs with a sigh of relief. Cleaning the classroom wasn’t terribly hard work, but it always took twice as long with half the staff. She deserved a nice long bubble bath tonight.

As soon as she flipped open her shoe locker open, Lucy could have sworn that her heart had stopped beating for a moment. It was as if time stood still, her eyes frosting over at the sight of a very pink piece of paper.

Her hands trembled as she removed the folded slip of paper from atop her shoes, her breath shaky as she opened and read what had been written. It wasn’t possible…had she finally received a love letter…? 

Well, not as much a love letter but someone asking to meet her behind the school near the old willowed sakura tree. Who would ask a girl to meet them there if not to confess their love?!

“O-Oh Mavis…I’m a bit too excited, a-aren’t I?” Lucy gulped as she gripped the straps of her bag, clenching the paper that requested her appearance as she began walking through the courtyard. The blonde nervously skimmed back over the note, sighing happily even with the short amount of words left for.

‘Lucy, I’ll be waiting by the sakura tree for you after school lets out. I hope to see you there. Signed Anonymous’

“W-Wait, after school?!” Lucy gasped, noticing the sun setting slightly and the orange tint to the sky, depicting just how late it had gotten. “It’s already so late! What if he left…?!” She hurried her steps as she rounded the school building, thankful that no one seemed to be around to see her rushing towards the tree with such a red face. As she approached the area, her heart began to sink as she looked around, failing to see another person. The one day she decided to take her sweet time…

Her lip quivered as she stood in front of the sakura tree, sad to find no one sitting or standing against it on either side, the surrounding benches empty, and the courtyard deserted. Lucy felt tears prick the corner of her eyes as she sat reluctantly on the wooden seat, feeling a heavy disappointment in her heart. It wasn’t like she could expect him to wait...after all, she was an hour late.

“E-Eh?! L-L-Lucy-senpai?!” A voice sounded from before her, Lucy quickly raising her head to see who it was. His eyes were wide and his face was red, matching his odd pink hair, sharp onyx eyes cast over her as she rushed to wipe her tears away.

“Y-You are…?” She presumed him to be the boy she was to meet and quickly stood up, her bag falling over as the contents spilled around their feet. Frantic, she dropped to her knees to haphazardly shove her back into her bag, the unnamed boy crouching to help her as well. Their fingers brushed lightly against each other as they both reached for her pencil case, their eyes meeting and their embarrassment growing with heat present in their cheeks. “T-T-Thank you.”

“You...Lucy-senpai, you were crying...are you okay?” He asked, holding out his hand to help her up.

“O-Oh! Yes, I’m fine…!” She tried to convince him, hoping her mascara hadn’t run or instead didn’t want to admit how she was crying because she thought he had left her behind. That was if he was the one who wanted to meet her.

“I’m glad you came, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you, I went to get a drink.” He chuckled lightly as he held the bottle of dragon fruit tea up for her to see.

“N-No, I’m sorry I was late, I was doing classroom duties.” She explained, his features lighting up as she said so.

“I’m glad,” He sighed. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“What did you need to ask me?” Lucy mumbled quietly as she stared down at her feet, attempting to hide her blush.

“I’m Natsu Dragneel, I’m a first-year...but I still wanted to tell you how much I like you...would you do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” He bowed, voice thick in the air as his question rang in her ears, her cheeks aflame and her heart hammering in her chest. 

The wind rushed past the two of them, scattering the petals of the tree and surrounded them as Lucy lifted her head and met the sight of his still bowed form.

“Yes...I will,”

[n0-0ne-really]

Our Kids (part one)

The main part of this fic takes place roughly 20 years after college for Iwaizumi and Oikawa and their families. I would tell you more, but idk how to tell you about it without giving anything away.

However, this first part is kind of the preamp to my initial idea. It may take me a couple of chapters to get to the main idea of this fic, but we'll get there.

Also, the title is subject to change, but I couldn't come up with a good title so...

Pairings: Iwaizumi x oc

Warnings: since this is really the first fanfic I've ever posted, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a bit rough around the edges. Also, it might be cheesy

Before moving to California for college, Iwaizumi had sworn to himself that he would avoid getting into any sort of relationship until, at least, the final year of his studies. He had it all figured out. Even if he did get serious about someone, he would wait a couple years after graduating to get married. After all, he needed to be financially grounded before committing to taking care of a whole other person. However, all those plans couldn't prepare him for what was to come.

It was the first week of classes and Hajime was still finding his way around campus. He thought he was going to be early to his class, only to arrive at the wrong classroom and be informed that the class he was looking for was on the exact other side of campus. He was rushing as fast as he could to get there when, turning a corner, he ran smack into a girl.

The papers and books she had been carrying (and herself) got sent sprawling to the floor in the mostly deserted hallway.

"Gomen," Iwaizumi muttered, hastily scrambling to help the girl collect her scattered belongings. When he helped her up, he got his first good look at her. She was a head shorter than him, dark brown hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, and startling golden brown eyes. He didn't realize how much he was staring until she spoke.

"Arigatou gozaimasu," she ducked her head in a slight bow, before looking up to smile at him.

Iwaizumi looked at her, wide eyed. "You speak Japanese?" While it was true he hadn't been in California long, so he hadn't really had much time to find a community, Iwa hadn't met anyone else who spoke his native tongue yet. He certainly didn't expect to find anyone who did by chance, either. It was like a small breath of fresh air that made him feel a little more at home than he did just moments ago.

"Oh, well, not exactly," the girl shuffled her feet uncomfortably. "I know several phrases and I could probably carry on a conversation, but that's it. My parents are both from Japan, but they moved here before I was born. They wanted to get accustomed to the language here, so they stopped using Japanese around the house and I never learned to speak it. I've been trying to learn it on my own and actually my major requires me to take a foreign language, but my parents live a few hours from here and they don't have time to let me practice with them."

Iwaizumi listened, transfixed, to this girl as she talked several words per second without taking a breath. Something about her openness and sincerity drew him to her and made him want to hear her talk like this all the time.

"You could practice with me," he found himself offering when she reached a stopping point in her words. "I'm a transfer student from Japan and I need more practice with my english reading comprehension. Maybe we could help eachother?"

"Really?" She grinned excitedly. "I think I'd like that. There's just one problem."

"What is it?" Iwa's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"We haven't even introduced ourselves," she stated with mock seriousness. "I can't very well be study partners with a strange man I don't know."

Iwaizumi mentally kicked himself. He had been so distracted by his thoughts that it didn't cross his mind that they hadn't even learned each other's names yet. "I'm Iwaizumi Hajime," he accompanied his introduction with a formal bow.

She suppressed a giggle at his formality. "I'm Yua," she extended her hand for a handshake.

Iwaizumi gently accepted her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And sorry for knocking you over. I'm--" whatever words he started to say died on his lips when he heard the clock in the courtyard sound out the hour. "I'm late for class!"

He released her hand and turned the direction he needed to go. Before getting too far, though, he called over his shoulder, "I'll find you later, Yua!"

"I'll be waiting, Iwaizumi," Yua called back, watching his retreating form with a smile.

From that moment on, Iwaizumi's fate was sealed. True to his word, he found Yua again and they exchanged phone numbers. They started off meeting up once a week to work on their language studies. They learned more about each other and spent more time together and by the end of that first semester, they were practically inseparable.

By the beginning of the second semester, Iwaizumi knew that Yua was the girl he was going to marry. Yua invited him to come with her to her family's house for spring break, since he didn't have anywhere else to go. To say he was nervous about meeting her family would be an understatement. His nervousness was quickly dispelled. As soon as he walked in the door of her home, he was welcomed like one of their own.

"I think my parents like you more than me," Yua gently nudged Iwa's side one evening while they were walking around her hometown. "They keep asking me why it took me so long to bring you around."

"What can I say? All my friends' parents love me," Iwaizumi chuckled softly. When Yua only hummed in response, he regretted that he specified 'friends'. As if that's all they were. That thought stopped him in his tracks, grabbing her arm as he did. "Yua, I was wondering..."

"Yes?" She turned to look evenly into his eyes. She didn't seem as perturbed at his use of the word 'friends' as he was. Maybe he was wrong and that really was all they were, but he needed to know for sure.

"I like you a lot," Iwaizumi blurted. "I've liked you since the moment we met. You've become my best friend, but I don't want that to be all we are. Will you be my girlfriend?"

A slow smile spread across her face at his abrupt confession. "I thought you'd never ask," she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I would love to be your girlfriend."

Over the course of the next couple semesters, Iwaizumi and Yua took their relationship slow. They got to know eachother on a deeper level than before, spending as much time together or with her family as they could.

On one occasion, Yua and her mother were gone shopping, Iwaizumi took the opportunity to ask her father's blessing to marry her. He fully expected the older man to give him the whole speech of "are you prepared to provide for a family" and so on. Instead, he was met with an enthusiastic smile, not unlike Yua's, and overwhelming support for his proposal.

So, Iwa bought a ring and planned out in great detail the day he would pop the question. He took an entire day of activities that took place at places where they had some of their most significant "firsts" together. The coffee shop where they had their first date, the bench by the pond where they had their first kiss, the hill where they had a picnic and first said "I love you" to each other. Finally, as the day was drawing to a close, Iwa took her to the place where they had first met.

"I thought we were going back to the dorms, Iwa," Yua raised a curious eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"Not just yet," he smiled gently, the butterflies in his stomach twisting around as he held both of her hands in his. He took a deep, steadying breath as he steeled himself for what he was going to say next. "This is the exact spot I ran into you three years, four months, and eight days ago."

Yua glanced around the empty hallway, the setting sun bathing the ordinary walls a beautiful gold. Looking back into Hajime's deep, emerald eyes she asked, "Has it really been that long?"

"It has," Iwa confirmed, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "If anyone had told three years ago that I was going to completely discard my plan to stay single until I graduated, I wouldn't have believed them. But here we are and I couldn't have dreamed of a better deviation from my plans."

He let out a shaky breath, but continued on. "You are my best friend, my biggest cheerleader, my strongest ally and supporter. You are the kindest, most compassionate woman I have ever known. You are always confidently yourself and you push me to be a better man. You are my favorite part of every day and the only thing I dream about at night."

He paused again, eyes misting with tears of joy. He let go of one of her hands, reaching into his pocket and dropping to one knee.

"I never want to spend a day without you. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. I want to build a life and a family with you," Iwa slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket, holding the ring. "Yua, will you marry me?"

Yua had tears streaming down her face, completely overcome with happiness. "Yes," she whispered, initially unable to speak any louder than that. She spoke again, louder this time, "Yes, of course, I'll marry you!"

Iwaizumi slid the ring onto her hand before pulling her into an excited kiss. "I love you so much," he said after pulling away to rest his forehead against hers.

"I love you, too," she answered.

That night, they began discussing and planning their future. There was a lot ahead of them, but they were facing the future together and that's all that mattered.

[actualmomotaro]

Howdy yall it is I, Kel, here to yell about my idol group again otl

“But Kel it’s been months surely there’s been progress!” Well thats,,,, incorrect umu so I’m just gonna keep yelling till we have a full roster (even tho you can still join after that!!! Bc we make online content as well :0)

Our group is Ra1n8ow Idols! We perform in PA but have members all around the area really. We’re starting our performances with Love Live and need two more people so we can fill the roster!

A short qna:

Where do I find more info that sounds swell,,,

Find us at http://instagram.com/ra1n8owidols! Our application link is in our bio uwu

Do I have to be a character from Muse and Aqours to perform with you?

Not at all!! If u only cos one of the girls were looking for its totally okay to apply still!

What are you planning on performing?

We plan on performing in 2021 at Thy Geekdom Con and Derpycon! (if they occur as scheduled and let us do so.) Our first outfits planned are the Happy maker! outfits, with some slight mods to make them more streamlined and easier to dance in. We’re working on performing five full-length numbers, with two full-group dances and one dance for each subunit.

What do u mean by online content thats confusing,,

We post content on Instagram and YouTube from all idol series! This allows people to cosplay other idols in addition to who they perform as, and lets us make content all the time!

So I’m allowed to make other vids and stuff as other girls??? :0

Yes thats exactly what that means!!!!! You are only commited to performing as the idol(s) you agree to perform as.

I don’t cos from Love Live, can I still apply?

We’re open to making content from every idol series! (I’ll be trying to tag the ones I think of but I’m sure I’ll miss some,, it’s not an attack I swear ;-;) You’re still allowed to apply, and can make content as soon as we have all your info settled uwu

If I just want to make online content do I have to be in the PA area?

The beauty of online content is it can be made anywhere!! :D While we would prefer you be around us so we can collab with you, it’s totally okay to be from elsewhere and apply! Just make it clear on your form that you only want to make online content and we’ll be gucci

So who the ding dang heck do you need for performances anyway???

I saved this for last bc reasons ;3c We have a slightly more urgent need for Muse girls but all these spots need filled!

Rin Hoshizora

Hanayo Koizumi

You Watanabe

Mari Ohara

This isnt really my thing, how else can I help?

Thats okay friend!!! Please spread the word that we’re scouting anywhere you can and link our Instagram when you do! That will help us get these spots filled asap so I can finally stop crying about it

That should be it! Thanks for reading! You can message us on our Instagram with any questions, or you can just send me an ask here. (though it might take a hot lord for me to get back to u on tumblr gomen)

- Kel, co-leader of Ra1n8ow Idols