#looking weird :/ tired of trying can't make it work I will have to settle for only using like 2/3s of the rainbow instead very sad

[zaacoy]

Hi!!! A few rendered practices of my Minecraft sona for a server i'm playing on currently because I've been thinking about them a lot over the past few weeks + a few tidbits about them heeheehoo

[peachesofteal]

Hello! Been enjoying your Through Me series, thanks for sharing it. Curious how Simon reacts to Mama having morning sickness and/or when the baby bump starts showing.

Hope you have a wonderful day!

Through Me (The Flood) - Simon Riley/female reader

"I'm pregnant, not dying."

Simon's lips twist, trying to swallow a smile as he plucks Orion from your arms. "I know, mama. Still, he's huge. You don't need to be picking him up if you can't help it." You throw your hands in the air and your shirt rises, highlighting where your belly has started to change. He can't help but stare at it, warming with pride, with obsession, lust. You turn him into a madman. The bump has pushed him farther into the irrational, possessive, caveman part of his mind, more than he ever thought possible. You're his, all his, carrying his baby again, and it does wild things to him.

"What am I going to do when you're not here?" He frowns, and you place your palm on his hip, patting reassuringly. "Simon, I love you, but you're going to have to let go a little bit."

"I'm going to let go plenty when I leave for work." He huffs, reaching out to spread his hand across your belly. The swell is hardly pronounced, but still there, and it does a weird thing to his heart every time he touches it. You, and the baby. It clangs around in his chest like a wild drum.

He's sick at the idea of leaving you, and you read it on him. "We're going to be okay, Si. I promise." You can't promise that, just he can't promise anything either, but he'll hold tight to the hope.

"I know." Still, he doesn't let go. He leaves his hand sitting there, thumb rubbing circles into your belly, watching your eyes. You're tired. You've been sick, more sick than you were with Orion, and it's wearing you down, whittling your energy away. "You should rest." You glance at Orion reluctantly, and he kisses your temple. "I've got the rest of the night. Go lay down."

Simon snaps the last button closed on Orion's pajamas as he starts peeking around the room.

"Mamamamama-" Ry babbles, looking left and right for you. He always wants you before bed, wants to at least see you if you're not the one putting him down. Simon doesn't blame him. They're kindred spirits in that way.

"Alright little man, let's go say goodnight to mama." You're asleep on your side, a pillow wrapped up in your arms, and he carefully settles onto the bed, tilting forward so Orion can give you a kiss.

"Mama mama." He calls, and your lashes flutter, barely rousing to say goodnight with sleepy sweet smile.

"Hi baby." You reach, bringing him close. "Daddy tucking you in?"

"Had to say goodnight." He soothes a hand over your hip and down to your belly, gravitating towards it like always now. You're in no better shape than you were earlier, and worry twists in his gut. You've promised its normal, but it doesn't sit right with him.

"Okay, love you." You kiss Orion's cheek, holding the back of his head before letting go, looking up at Simon. "Coming to bed after?"

"Gonna clean up the kitchen and then I'll be in. Go back to sleep." He tries not to focus on the anxiety, trying to stay in these moments, these short moments that he'll need to hold onto for as long as possible.

At the door, he turns, watching you slip back under the waves of sleep. His baby in his arms, another one growing inside you, the entirety of the stars shining in the sky around their moon. You.

He makes it to bed an hour later. You're out like a light, sleeping like the dead, snoring, rolled onto your back now, arms and legs out like a starfish, and he tucks himself around you, shifting carefully to avoid waking you while still getting as close as he possibly can. He finds the bump again, flexing his fingers into soft flesh, breath fanning across your collarbone.

"She says you can hear us, you know. Not clearly I guess, but enough to know our voices. That's why she's always talkin' to ya. So you know who she is." He takes a deep breath. "She wants another boy but I think you're gonna be a girl. Have a feeling." You twitch with a small noise, and he kisses your neck to settle you. "Have to even out the odds around here, and you'll have a big brother to look out for you. Protect you, when you need it." He pushes Tommy from his mind as soon as he appears, burying the ghosts back to where they belong. Wounds heal, but scars can still hurt.

"You talking to him?" You murmur, and he holds you tighter.

"Her, yes. I'm talking to her."

"Mhmm." Your burrow your face in his neck and sigh. "Love you."

"Love you too mama."

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:14 am]

(cw: pregnant reader, some cussing I think, pregnancy symptoms/discomforts)

You groaned as you continued walking. What would have been a beautiful day for anyone else felt awful for you, nearly 2 weeks overdue. The sun was shining brightly- which was making you hot and sweaty. There was a breeze- which wasn't strong enough to cool you down. The birds were singing- just more noise to piss you off.

"Come on, honey. Keep going, almost back home," Jaehyun smiled at you while his hands gripped your forearm.

You glared at him, fury in your gaze, "you better not be lying to me like the last lap around the block Jung Jaehyun."

Being nearly 2 weeks overdue was a major pain in the- everywhere. You back ached, you couldn't sleep, you felt every movement of the human inside you, you were hot, cranky, tired, swollen everywhere, and sore. You had spent hours bouncing on a yoga ball, eaten spicy food, chugged various teas, ate viral salads, and here you were, going on your- you lost count- walk since your due date. One foot remained on the curb of the sidewalk while the other stepped on the road for uneven steps to "really open your pelvis." Jaehyun was very supportive, maybe even a little too supportive, in helping you during this tough period. It was him that encouraged all this excessive movement! Lovely!

As much as you grumbled about it now, he truly had been such an angel your whole pregnancy. He had painted the nursery 4 times when you couldn't decide on a shade only to end up choosing the first color he had painted! He never complained about waking up to get you your fast food cravings in the middle of the night and even tried your weird combinations.

Finally your familiar front door came into view and you left Jaehyun's hold in favor of making your way back to your favorite spot on the couch. You sighed in relief as you settled into the cushions of the couch, the air conditioning quickly cooling you off.

"More raspberry leaf tea, honey? A date or some pineapple?" Jaehyun asked.

You sighed tiredly, your eyes falling shut. "Can I just get some peace and quiet please?" You asked quietly.

"Do you want a snack for your quiet time?"

You felt yourself getting overwhelmed, hot tears filling your eyes. You breathed deeply, trying to get yourself to calm down, but all you felt was your body temperature rise all over again as your feelings rose. Your breath trembled as you repeated, "Can I please just get some peace and quiet?"

Jaehyun scrambled over to you in a panic, "Honey! What's wrong?!"

You felt your shoulders shake as you cried harder. "I feel terrible! This baby was supposed to be out like 2 weeks ago. I feel like a hippo, I can't do anything by myself. I'm tired of raspberry tea and salads and dates and pineapple. And you always want me to be active and I hate it! It takes a lot of work for me move the way I used to with my center of gravity thrown off and an extra 30 pounds to move. I always feel the baby moving and even when I want to be alone, I'm not! I can't ever have any peace!" You ranted while hot tears streamed down your cheeks, "And every time we go to the doctor she always mentions that this kid has gotten you big ass head- do you have any idea how much damage a head the size of yours will do to my body?!"

Jaehyun looked at you in pure shock. His eyes were wide and lips pursed. "I-I-I don't know what to say." He didn't dare mention that the doctor had mentioned the high likelihood of a c-section.

"Because it's not happening to you! You don't get it and you want me to do everything the way I used to but I can't! And I really, really feel like if you try to touch me in any way for the next 3 days I will hire someone to kick you in the balls since I can't get my legs that high," you add while exhaling shakily, using the backs of your hands to wipe away at your tears.

Jaehyun cleared his throat with a decisive nod, "I'm gonna go shower. I'm closing the windows and turning down the air for you. Then I'm going to draw you a bath with your favorite bubbles. Can I get you anything else before I give you your peace and quiet?"

"I want an iced coffee, please."

Jaehyun opened his mouth to argue- you were supposed to be limiting your caffeine! Then he remembered the rant from a minute ago and decided not to. He disappeared into the kitchen, whipping up your coffee and setting it beside you along with the TV remote.

"Honey?" Jaehyun started almost nervously, "I love you."

You sipped your coffee happily, "I love you too!"

Jaehyun wasn't sure he'd get used to the mood swings that came with you being pregnant, but luckily they wouldn't last that much longer since you went into labor just 5 hours later. This of course brought a whole new wave of you cursing him and screams- but at least at the end of it all he got to welcome your beautiful baby girl.

[impish-baby]

Ummh... Vampire caregiver story?... Like how they took you...? (Please)

-👀✨

Mothers come, she is the night (vampire caregiver x reader)

(trigger warnings: creepy behavior, mentions of stalking, kidnapping, mind control)

You've been working the night shift at this stupid convenience store for months now, and you've known Valerian just as long.

There wasn't really anything off about them at first, maybe a little eccentric with how they insist on wearing clothes straight out of a fantasy novel even in your dingy shop but it's not like it's your business to judge anyone's fashion choices. No, it started small. You always find them staring, drilling holes into the back of your head. You can feel their eyes on you constantly, even as you're clocked out and walking to the bus stop. It's unnerving, really. And it doesn't help that there's this weird smile they always have. They look at you like you've hung the stars in the sky, but you barely know them

Valerian's behavior would slowly but surely ramp up. They'd try to keep a conversation going with you as long as possible with that chipper smile that never seems to leave their face. ("What's your favorite color? Oh, mines mauve! Say, how many blankets do you like to sleep with?") They'd stack item after item up on the register when you'd comment that there would be other customers throughout the night. There's no way they're eating the ungodly amount of candy they've purchased. Valerian has told you that they aren't a fan of sweets, so it's impossible to know where it's actually going.

One night, they bought a little bat plushie and practically shoved it into your arms, refusing to take it back no matter how much of a fuss you made about it. "It's yours, darling. Come now, you aren't too old for a plush friend... I think you look rather cute with one!" You did end up sleeping with it, much to your chagrin. The next night that you see Valerian, you're sure there's a knowing smirk on their face while they prattle on about nothing in particular.

It all comes to a head a couple of weeks later. You had missed a few days of work from being sick, and you're still ill by the time you're back to your post. Valerian greets you with the same smile they always have, but it looks... strained almost. You can't help the boiling irritation that rises up when they start to scold you, like they're your parent! Seriously, you have bills to pay, you can come to work just fine.. (doesn't matter that you're all shaky and clammy, you can manage)

Except... Valerian doesn't seem to agree. They're glaring, face settled into a scowl instead of the smile they constantly have. It's scary almost, seeing the usually giddy man look so serious and unhappy with you. But then it's gone in an instant, face lighting back up as they tut and wag a finger at you. "Oh well, it's about time you come home anyways, dearest.."

There isn't much time to react before they're leaning past the counter, cupping your face in a surprisingly firm grip and making you look them in the eyes. It's... strangely pretty. If you weren't tired before, you're definitely sleepy now as you gaze into Valerian's pools of red for what feels like ages. When you're eventually released, you feel.. dopey. Slumping into Valerian's side immediately once they've rounded the counter to you.

Their words are far off, but you're pretty sure they're cooing at you as they start to drag you by the hand out of the store. You don't know when they grabbed your things from the break room, but your bag is slung over their shoulder. Huh... that was nice of them. Valerian leads you to a car, far fancier than anything you'd usually see in a crappy parking lot. Once you're safely inside, they're buckling your seatbelt for you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and tucking the bat stuffie into your arms. "Rest, alright, my love? Papa will take great care of you. Just dream for a while.."

(a/n: this is my first time trying to write a proper fic, so hopefully, I did alright! Valerian is so goofy.. they promise to be the best father a little one could want!)

[fairyhaos]

seventeen as teachers

requested by @weird-bookworm ! it's a little to the left of what you asked but i hope it's alright anyway ><

masterlist

seungcheol

architecture professor. kind of thanks to physics!cheol anon for this idea but he really encourages hands-on learning especially for his subject, and he draws big diagrams on the board and gestures wildly with his hands as he's explaining why the models work and what do the students think of it? also he definitely gives vibes of someone who high fives the students when their models withstand his shaking tests, but also laughs and claps when they fall apart. because it's all about learning, isn't it? and he's with you to help you learn every step of the way. 

jeonghan

kindergarten teacher. cannot for the life of him handle kids older than that because then they get too tricksy and talkative for him and he gets tired too easily to deal with that. actually really good at handling the toddlers. he's also very pretty so all the kids unironically hang onto his every word, basically making him the god at keeping children in line. when he gets too tired of running around after them he just goes “kids :((( jeonghan is tired :(((“ and they immediately settle down to do something else

joshua

music teacher (1). he's a total department crush (and even school-wide crush) amongst the other teachers because he's so pretty and so kind, always and accidentally keeps making teachers fall for him bc he talks to them so nicely w that pretty smile of his. renowned for his ability to compose melodies on the piano on the spot, and always has students wanting him to help (cough compose for them) parts of their composition work. no one knows what he does outside of work, though. it's like he disappears into thin air after school finishes. 

junhui

gives me eccentric uni professor vibes. sits on his desk with his feet dangling and asks all sorts of strange and irrelevant questions to the students that are, actually, not strange and entirely relevant. has everyone walking out of his lectures feeling like a changed person because he either a) managed to get horribly off track or b) made them rethink their entire life choices. loved by all, and maybe a bit too much. poor guy definitely had an obsessed student try to follow him home before he got lost himself and so they both ended up in the middle of nowhere

hoshi

chemistry teacher. no other reason other than i think he'd look great with a pair of goggles on his forehead pushing his fringe back at funny angles whilst he grins maniacally and goes, “hey, kids, today we're gonna set things on fire!!!!”. so passionate about teaching these things to the students, and rambles on like he only has 5 minutes left on earth and he's gonna use every second to cram in as much chemistry knowledge into the students’ brains as he can in that time. it works, too. his passion inspires so many of them to take chemistry further up in the school. 

wonwoo

history teacher. all the students want him for their teacher when they take history because he's actually, like, competent and knows stuff. known for taking no shit when it comes to doing assignments on time because he sets reasonable deadlines and if you can't make them, then that's on you, not him. students love him. also super duper helpful if you have any questions and is always free at lunch to help bc he'll do anything to escape the hyperactive claws of mr. kwon and mr. wen who are always up to shenanigans

woozi

music teacher (2). mans life literally revolves around music and i can't imagine him doing anything else. department ace. conductor of both the symphony and concert orchestra, and rearranges all of the parts himself when the students find it a little too difficult. also do Not engage this man in a conversation about anything to do with music theory because he will rant for ages and any quick question turns into half of your lunch break being missed. he means well, though, and always gets ridiculous amount of thank-you presents at the end of the year. 

minghao

art teacher (1). dresses like one, too, and has been voted as ‘best dressed teacher’ for the past 3 years in a row. all the art students are kind of afraid of him because if you ask for feedback, there is a 50/50 chance that he'll rip you a new one whilst explaining what you did wrong. there's never any true cruelty to his words, though, cuz hes always actually giving genuine advice and he's always right in what he advises, so students either love him or hate him for his criticisms, though mostly it's the former. he's pretty, too, and his works are pretty, so that's a plus

mingyu

teaches business studies to the older students, purely cz i think he gives maths-adjacent vibes. he teaches a “special” subject that's not available to the younger kids and he's ridiculously handsome so he's kind of like a legendary figure in the school. even if he's a bit silly and adorable at times, he's also super good at holding intellectual debates with his students about current economic and political affairs. can be found bickering with mr. yoon bc the kindergarten teacher wants him to help with his taxes.

dokyeom

art teacher (2). smiles brighter than the sun at all hours of the day, and when the senior students are drowning in coursework and artist research deadlines, he's like the one and only guiding light that helps them get through it because of how endlessly optimistic he is. half the seniors take art solely because of him, actually. also a firm believer that all art is good art and there's no such thing as a “non-artist”. scolds minghao after work when he feels like the other teacher was being too harsh to the students

seungkwan

part of the senior leadership team. takes his position veryyy seriously, strides briskly around the school with a jingle of w set of keys he managed to procure from…somewhere. is always on top of uniform inspections which is always annoying for the kids, but he's also melodramatic and smiley so they love him anyway. the students are always try to recruit him for teacher quizzes and events bc he makes everything way more fun. 

vernon

classics teacher. this might seem odd but hear me out!!! dude loves ancient history and Will do deep dives on old artefacts and cultures that interest him, and i think that passion can definitely be transferred to him teaching kids about latin, ancient greek, old civilizations. known for sharing nothing about his personal life but also being able to talk for ages about something that happened over 1000 years ago. the students all find him super cool and also super endearing. 

chan

the guy who's hired externally from some sports club to act as the teacher to students during after school clubs. teaches martial arts, mainly, but he supervised an impromptu dance club one semester and the students loved it so much that they managed to bring the dance club onto the permanent schedule. everyone loves him. his sports club is 10000% sure that half the children who come to them were recruited through chan's lovely personality alone. 

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[crystalandbow]

APHRODITE MESSAGES 💌

Hi!

Let's dive into your messages from Aphrodite

Intuitively pick a pile 👇🏻 and check the corresponding message to it! & I hope you enjoy the reading

FREE TAROT

PILE 1

1212, " I am sexy, I am divine", "affirm"

Y'all are fucking kings and queens and princesses. Just shut up, y'all pretty (inside out) asf.

PRIORITISE YOURSELF AND YOUR NEEDS.

Y'all be settling for bread crumbs and shit but stop! Like self worth where?

Stop hurting yourself for petty things/people and start to enjoy life. Celebrate yourself.

You could have a talent for natural healing powers so make use of it. The upright Queen of Pentacles can also signify someone involved in a nature religion such as a white witch. It can be an indication that you may have an interest in or a natural talent for Earth magic such as creating potions using herbs.

Connect with Aphrodite if you want to add more peace and calmness into your life. You might also have some (green flag) suitors that want to make you theirs.

" Confident " for some it is asking you to be more confident while for some it shows that you are confident in yourself & your abilities

Hope the reading helped. This is a general reading so Only take what resonates. bye see you next time!

PILE 2

"pours out their heart to us"

A change is coming your way.

What change you may ask,

You are now on the verge of releasing all that has been holding you back, you are now realising the value of something (your own worth, value of a person, time, effort, anything) and this is going to bring in a new flow of motion.

New love, new feelings or new passion could be anything but it's good!

You might be going through some tough times but you are very brave and standing high. And this new thing is your reward for trusting the universe. Keep slaying and working hard💪🏻

Hope the reading helped. This is a general reading so Only take what resonates. bye see you next time!

PILE 3

Y'all could be feeling tired, disturbed, pissed at everything (or something specific) we actually have very similar cards to pile two.

you have a new opportunity being presented to you rn / soon. this opportunity is brought to you by the divine itself. GRAB IT BITCH! this thing is important for you, it has a potential to grow and get big/ successful. depending on what the thing is it will show you its benefits/pros. it will likely bring you in contact with the right people/ your soulmates/ soul family.

how will you recognize it though? one sign could be your desire for wanting to go for it, you could be naturally talented too.

another message could be that you need to give out to people, help people, be a provider. this could be you providing guidance to people or money or hope/motivation, basically anything.

for some who have been thinking about sharing content online, this is your sign to do it! (and tag me/jkkkk)

Hope the reading helped. This is a general reading so Only take what resonates. bye see you next time!

PILE 4

Y'all seem confused and stuck? Like everything "looks" alright but doesn't intuitively feel right. You are unsure if it's you whose the problem or the other thing, something around those lines, yk?

not here to scare you but yall better be careful. Your intuition is on spot especially with that one thing/person.

If something/someone is giving you weird vibes and you can't figure out why then it's the universe trying to speak to you through your intuition. your intuition needs to be addressed, try to dig in deeper with "why" you've been feeling so.

Just be a Lil cautious, that's it ig.

Hope the reading helped. This is a general reading so Only take what resonates. bye see you next time!

[littleplantfreak]

That's our baby

The first time you call you and Umemiya's dog 'your son'

SFW ig but a little suggestive at the end. Also I wasn't gonna name the dog but then I was like "Fuck it! It's Balto now"

Umemiya Hajime

"Baby I can explain-"

"You can explain why our son has a bowl cut?" You fume pointing at your two year-old Samoyed's misshapen head. He sits politely on the couch showcasing his new haircut, which normally you'd find hilarious because usually he can't settle down when you first get home. Apparently, though, he can tell when his father is getting scolded.

"Okay, first of all, I love you so much, and I love that you just called him our son because he is our son and-"

"I love you too. Skip to the bowl cut." He can tell by your stance, you're pretty mad.

"...Our normal groomer quit, and I couldn't find anywhere else to take him to," your husband breaths out in defeat before continuing. "I figured if I found a good video online, it would be easy. It was easy until he sneezed while I was trimming his face and three inches came off instead of one. He'd look weird if there was just a hunk off the side of his face, so I evened it out and it ended up like...this?" He says before crouching down and squishing his cheek next to your dog's. "C'mon he's kinda cute like this! He's our baby; he's always cute no matter what," he tries to appeal to your soft side by giving you the same puppy eyes your dog is giving you, and it almost works.

"The other dogs at the dog park are gonna make fun of him," you grimace, and at the sound of the word 'park,' your baby's ears perk up. He starts lifting and stomping his front paws gently, trying to behave but so excited that he might be going outside. Hajime lets out a dramatic gasp, hand to his chest before saying telling you that's blasphemy.

"He's friends with everyone at the park. There's no way they'll make fun of him just because of a silly haircut! Daddy thinks your friends are gonna love it, my little marshmallow." He starts squishing your dog's cheeks and speaking to him in the baby voice he saves especially for him.

Upon hearing 'park' for the second time, he starts whining and pawing at Hajime's arm. "Balto, honey, let's go for a walk." You pat your leg before grabbing the leash, and he bounds over to you, leaving his Father to pout on the couch with a quiet 'traitor' mumbled under his breath. "Haji, call Toma and ask if his cousin is still taking new clients. I'm pretty sure she grooms both dogs and cats," you say, going over to press a chaste kiss to his mouth, only for him to pull you in for a longer one, tongue swiping against your bottom lip and you almost lean in for more. Until you feel a wet nose press up against your cheek and you snort instead. Drawing back, Balto tries to get even closer to give you both his own flurries of kisses.

"See, he doesn't like when we fight! We have to get along for our baby's sake," he smiles letting your dog taste his entire face. You put one more kiss on his cheek before walking to the door.

"If you can't find a groomer by his playdate on Tuesday, you're getting a matching haircut. If you do find one, though, I'll wear that new outfit we got at the mall the other day. Y'know the one you almost ruined when we were in the dressing room? I'll let you ruin it for real this time," and you can see he's speechless now, head full of the red lacy thing that was more ribbon than clothing, that opens just like a present if you pull the right strings. Closing the door, you shoot Hiragi a text to let him know Hajime will be calling in the next few minutes and to get his stomach medicine ready, apologizing in advance for the hour long phone conversation he'll be subjected to. For now, you and your son have a walk to go on.

(I'm waaay to tired to triple check for spelling/grammar so I hope I got everything. I'm doing the same prompt but with Sakura next I think uwu)/ and then Sugishita as well...probably...maybe.)

[phyrestartr]

Those Ghosts We Cannot Burn | Dabi x M!Reader

w/c: 1k cw: past trauma, canon-typical Todoroki family, mentions of child abuse, canon-typical violence, graphic language, difficult relationships #Eventual NSFW, bl, dunno who is top/bottom yet lol, hurt/comfort, angst, drama, reader is yakuza, reader and dabi have history, sorta enemies to lovers?? Notes: AAAAH short little snippet but I wanted to post anyway!! I need to get drafts out of my system or I'll go mad lmao...they're all just clogging up my google docs...it's so bad dude OTL so many WIPs

(ALL tags): @kamote-kuneho @tr4nnie @silvern1006

1. Hello, My Past

The bodies of his victims hissed and burned with a life only fire could leave in the path of destruction. Dabi knew it well–he was made the same way, after all. But they'd go on to simply disappear, their ashes fluttering away with the Autumn breeze while he continued to conquer his fate. 

“Hey, you're the one they call ‘Dabi,’ right?” 

The man in question paused, ears perking at that shitty, monotonous tone. Hah. It pissed him off. It made his heart hum, too. Weird.

“Who's askin'?” He drawled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to face you with languid steps. When he caught sight of you in that alleyway, he almost remembered something, but couldn’t find the will to dwell on it.

“I am, on behalf of Shie Hassaikai,” you said, adjusting the cuffs of your jacket. “You've been torching our men, y’know?”

Dabi smiled. “And? You want an autograph or somethin’?” 

You quirked a brow, looked him up and down, and scoffed. “You got a pen? Or, even know how to write in the first place? Don’t look the type.” 

“Oi–”

“Anyway,” you continued, “You wouldn’t be willing to stop murdering ours while our respective leaders discuss their deal, hey?” 

Dabi clicked his tongue. Annoying. “Their deal's got nothing to do with me.” 

“Guess you're not as high up as they said, then.”

“You're a real pain in the ass, y'know?” 

“It's kinda my job.”

“Maybe someone should relieve you from duty.”

A torrent of blue bloomed and crashed through the alley with the vicious hunger of a tsunami. Sparks exploded and flames lashed against stone and concrete, engulfing sky, earth, and all in-between with his show of firepower–a show he never grew tired of, one that never failed to remind him just what he lived for, what he–wait.

He squinted. What the hell?

A bright silhouette stood in the centre of the violent cleansing, wholly unmoved by the villain's flame. It wavered like a candle tousled by the night breeze, but it did not fade away with the light, nor with the wane of fire. And in the aftermath, once the alley fell quiet and dim once again, there it still stood, staring his way with a light that might rival a god's true form.

“You done?” You asked, voice crackling through a veil of blue. 

Thousands of questions and thoughts rushed through his mind–what the hell was that? Who were you? What was your quirk? Why was your fire blue, too?--but he couldn't settle on one, not long enough to spit it out, anyway. 

“I'll consider that a yes,” you decided. Your form re-materialized with a small flourish embers, and you breathed in deep. 

Dabi tried not to let on how bothered he felt. “What the hell was that quirk?” 

“Does it really matter?” You hummed, smiling. “The only thing you need to know is what you just saw–you can't get rid of me. Not with those flames of yours.”

“Hah. You sure about that, pretty boy?” His fingers twitched, eager to try his hand again. “I could crank the heat up for ya, see just how much you can handle.”

“Maybe another time,” you said, half-distracted as you checked your phone. “For now, remember what I said. Our bosses are trying to work together. Don't make this difficult.”

You turned halfway through your thought, showing Dabi your back without a care in the world. You must've really thought you couldn't be hurt by him. You must have really thought you were better than him. You must have. 

But the sirens roaring toward the alley ruined his chance at demolishing you. He could take them on, but he'd rather not deal with the headache that'd follow–heaven knows he'd get reemed by some of the other villains for taking the PR crap too far. 

Fucking prick, Dabi seethed silently. He'd have to kill you some other day. 

–

“Touya,” you called, voice quiet.

The boy next to you, the one you squished into that single bed with whenever nightmares found him, stirred. Only your voice seemed to pull him free from the lull of dreams and nightmares, oddly. 

“Yeah?” He whispered, clearing his throat, grimacing again at the scratchy stiffness to it. 

“Once the doc helps you,” you started, sounding too serious for your age, “I think we should leave.” 

“What?” Touya rubbed sleep from his eyes the best he could without tearing stitches and skin grafts apart. “What the hell is–”

Whatever else he had to say died in his throat when he caught a glimpse of you in the filtered moonlight; your calm, passive look of day had shifted come the night. Your face was kinder, exposing flickers of forbidden thoughts for none but one to see and soon forget, come the beckon of sleep. 

“What the hell's your problem?” Touya breathed. 

Your brows furrowed. “I don't want to be here,” you answered. “Have you even considered trying to go to your family? We could–” 

“I did go back. Nothing's changed.” He smiled, bitter. “Those fucking sheep abandoned me already.”

“I won't abandon you,” you promised suddenly. “We can talk to them. Together. Come on, Touya–” 

Touya laughed a pathetic, little sound. “Are you serious? They don't give a shit about me, they're not gonna give a shit about–do you think you're better than me? More special?” 

Your eyes grew round. “Wh–I never said that.” 

“But you think they'd listen to you, and not me,” he hissed, something igniting the hollow paths of his nerves and revving him back to life. “You think I'm not–”

You covered his mouth with a quick hand, and he held your wrist with a weak grip. “Shut up. You don't know what I think, so–so just shut up.”

I know what you think. And he was determined to prove you wrong, one way or another, even if he had to rip himself apart to do it--but you saw through him so easily. You always did; you always knew how to push his buttons then reset the system before he blew up.

And when you leaned in and kissed the back of your hand, the one still clasped over his mouth, he did indeed reset. Completely braindead once again, he was.

“Forget I said anything,” you huffed, turning your back to him and settling back in. 

And Touya tried to forget, even though his mind buzzed and his heart thudded against his ribs. He tried, and he tried, and he tried.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

One (☝️) freebie plz. For whatever verse your heart desires (or a new one if you have an idea)

"You never have cash," Vanessa mused, watching you pay for a couple pairs of new pants and a new dress with now straightened out bills.

"Not usually," You hum, "Logan handed it to me this morning and told me to do something with it- I'm assuming that was his not-so-subtle way of telling me he can hear me struggling with my jeans in the morning."

She snorted, "Not like I want to give him credit, but he probably didn't notice. Or he's too distracted by your boobs. He probably just knows there's stuff you want to buy and haven't yet."

"Probably," you take the bag and your change, "I just don't even know where to start."

"Not telling your mother," she recommended, pulling you towards a stand that sold smoothies. "God I'm thirsty, my treat. Can't let you get scurvy or something."

"As long as it doesn't have bananas in it," you say, crinkling your nose. "Ugh."

"I told Wade NOT to bring the banana bread," she laughed, "I don't think he really believed that you were gonna puke."

"Well- he found out." You lean your head on her shoulder and look at the menu, "The peach one sounds good."

"And hopefully won't make you puke."

"Peaches are fine. As long as they aren't canned."

____________

Logan let himself into your apartment cautiously. Feeling better now that he was clean and in clean clothes. Construction was hot, dirty work, but it paid. And that was important.

There were some new baby things, carefully put away in the corner where you'd been putting them until you could organize it all and he could smell something beef based and savory cooking in your crockpot. But it was quiet.

It made him feel weird as he walked across the floor.

But then he peered over the sofa and smiled a little. You were snuggled into a blanket and asleep. Trigger eyed him warily and Logan pressed a finger to his lips as he walked around the sofa and knelt to kiss the side of your head. "Hey, Princess," he murmured, stroking your arm.

"Hm?"

"Tired today, huh?"

"Wasn't even trying to go to sleep. Just settled down to watch a show," you tell him, yawning. "Was waiting to hear back on some stuff."

He smiled a little and stroked your hair, "Must've needed the sleep, just didn't want to scare you poking around in the kitchen."

"It's beef stew. There's bread in the oven and I made brownies," you hum, stretching.

"No wonder you needed a nap," he chuckled.

"Brownies just sounded good. And it's cold out today. Figured you were tired of Wade's chicken experiments and would probably want something hot."

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said, feeling himself blush. You thought about him? He didn't think you poisoned it either. "Kid's got a sweet tooth, huh?"

"At least I know they like brownies. And not banana anything."

Logan snorted, "I owe them a pony on their 5th birthday for making you throw up on Wade when he shoved that bread in your face."

"I couldn't even stop it-"

"Better than it comin' out your nose. And I bet he won't just shove shit in your face again."

"There is that." You sit up slowly and rub your eyes, "If you gimme a second I'll make some plates and-"

"Just stay there," Logan said, "I'll get it. Do you want water or-"

"Ice tea, please."

"And a brownie."

"Or like 2. Two is good."

[bougiebutchbinch]

God I'm such a sucker for dom/sub edizzy where Ed enjoys domming because he gets to come up with endless fun 'fuckeries' (or.... scenes), and Izzy enjoys subbing because he's fucking gaga for Ed in all his Whacky Weirdness (affectionate), and god DAMN, this stressed-out little chihuahua-man needs to turn his mind off and just exist.

But it gets stale, eventually.

Ed is the flavour of neurodivergent that needs endless variety, whereas Izzy is the flavour of neurodivergent where everything needs to be the same forever, please, or I will have a nervous breakdown. Plus, neither of them have any idea how to manage each other's emotional needs!

Ed topdrops HARD. He requires a lot more aftercare than Izzy, but Izzy is kinda awkward and embarrassed about giving it, and is definitely awkward and embarrassed about needing it himself.

It's like, the 1700s. Neither of them have read 'the new bottoming/topping book'.

So, obviously, things crumble.

To the point where one time, they're setting up a scene, just going through The Familiar Motions (which to Izzy are such a source of comfort, and to Ed a source of growing torment) when Ed reaches his emotional broiling point. He crumples to the floor in tears, tugging at his hair, tearfully confessing to Izzy that he can't do this, he can't, he can't -

Cue Izzy panicking, tied to the bed, halfway to subspace already, now jolted out of it and adrift in a tidal wave of brain chemicals, his only thought what the fuck did I do wrong? Is it me? Is he tired of me?

(because deep down, he's been afraid of that for some time)

But his captain obviously needs something. And Izzy's gonna try his best to give it.

He's tied up to all four bed posts. He can't move, can't fucking get to Ed to stroke his hair and kiss him and do all that other soft shit he should hate a whole lot more than he does. But he can flop back on the pillows, staring at the ceiling. Coralling his spiralling thoughts.

He has to hold it together, for his captain. Has to do this, for him.

"C'mere, Eddie," he says, but his voice is all broken and scratchy and weak, so he clears his throat, tries again. "Eddie. Here."

And Eddie, snivelling, underlip trembling, comes. All dressed up in his leathers, beard big, shoulders broad, looking the very part of Blackbeard. Except for his tear-filled brown eyes - which are looking at Izzy so fucking warily, like Ed expects him to give him a fucking scolding.

And - yeah, maybe if this had been in the middle of a firefight, Izzy would've. But it's not. it's just the two of them, together, and right now, hurting Eddie is the furthest thing from his mind.

"What d'you need?" he asks, all gruff. Tugging at the ropes, rough hemp chewing on the tender insides of his wrists.

Ed gives a petulant little shrug. Fucker. Izzy's not a mind reader; he can't just intuit...

But... maybe he can. Ed's shoulders are shrunken, his spine stooped. He looks like a wet fucking cat. Pathetic. Useless. All the things the great Blackbeard should never be.

But Blackbeard is a myth. Eddie's a man. And Izzy knows better than most, how men can act as one thing and deep down, be another.

He thinks of the moments when he feels so fucking small and useless and broken. How Ed makes him feel good... And, glancing at the persistent bulge in Eddie's tight leather pants - how neither of them have said the word they agreed on, that'd bring this whole farce to a close - Izzy knows just what to do.

He licks his dry lips. Either this works, or Blackbeard snaps and kills him. Luckily, Izzy's always liked the thought of dying at his captain's hand.

"Wanna be mine tonight, Eddie?" he asks.

Ed's eyes go wide. Then narrow. Whole fucking face journey, mashed into a couple seconds: surprise, anger, fear, relief. Izzy waits patiently for him to settle, gripping the ropes that hold him spread-eagled for his captain's attention. Heart fluttering in his chest like he's staring down an oncoming enemy battalion: outgunned, outmanned, but still hungry for the fight.

"C'mon then," he says, nodding to where, despite it all, he's still half-erect too, bare cock plump against his scarred thigh. "Up here, there's a good b-boy."

His voice almost breaks on the last word, every instinct screaming at him not to demean his captain in the way he likes to be demeaned. Ed's so much better than him, brighter and sharper and fucking brilliant; he's not so weak as to need this. Or at least, he shouldn't be. Right?

But it's hard to focus on that when Ed crawls over him, danger in every movement, sleek and lithe as a jaguar. Fucking beautiful.

Then he ducks his head to bury in Izzy's neck, over his swallow tattoo, and nods.

"Good boy, telling daddy what you want," Izzy whispers into his hair - the same words Ed was supposed to say to him, when all this was over. He feels his captain sigh against his swallow and go deliciously slack.

It ain't what Izzy likes, as a rule, but for Ed... for Ed, he'll do damn near anything.

...Then Izzy gives Ed a healing dommy sloppytoppy, all while still tied to the bed, Ed crying while he rides him into the mattress. They hug after and hold each other, but not for nearly as long as they should. And everything hurts like an infected wound, but they can't stop picking at this thing they call a relationship until it scars.

[igglemouse]

It's Friday and for some reason it feels a little peculiar, a little off. The air is a buzz with some kind of weird energy and I don't know why but I have feeling today will be a very memorable day. Just a feeling!

I told you today would be an odd day as Candela, yes, that Candela, texts me? My heart skips a beat as I read the message, confused at what I'm seeing as uncertainty kicks in. Could it be her? I thought I'd never see her again and while she's always been a close friend I wonder...do I want it to be her? Do I want that piece of my past dipping back into my life? Would I want her back in my life? Definitely, but I worry about how much of the past she might drag into my current mostly happy life. I tried to call her but I got nothing back. Maybe that is for the best.

I was ready to dwell on it maybe investigate it further but Pascal comes sweeping into the room, angry about something, likely his kick ball thing. It's always about futbol with him isn't it? I'm proven correct the moment he opens his mouth.

"It's the manager," he starts and his whole face is tinted with his anger. "I keep telling him he plays me too deep, I need to be up more, attacking more! We would have won if-"

"Pascal, my dear, I have no idea what you are talking about," I really have no clue.

"I'm trying to win games here and I'm not sure what he's trying to do? Prove a point? He claims we win the ball more when I play-"

"Pascal!" I reach out for him, my hands finding his shoulders and arms, squeezing, getting a handle of him because he is really worked up about this. "You are speaking another language right now!" I joke, hoping to add levity to our conversation.

"Right," he calms down at once, settling down just enough so that he could think clearly. "You are right. I just wanted to vent, can't vent to the team because that could cause issues you know-"

"Oh," now I feel slightly bad. I have been meaning to learn more about this sports ball game he plays but I've been so busy and tired and pregnant. "Well, yes, you can vent to me! I just want you to know you might have to do more explaining is all!" He really seems to like that and I love that I calmed him down!

Pascal goes off to work and that left me here cleaning which is fine since I feel like I'm really just passing time. I don't have a food stand anymore so for now I have shifted into the more domestic kind of role. I'm sure once I do officially become a mama I'll have less and less time so maybe I should just enjoy the time I have right now!

Despite my feeling that something special might happen today nothing does. It plods on as a normal day but at least Sara decides to stop by and has a new hairstyle as well? I think she looks amazing with it! I wonder if this is because of her new mysterious boyfriend in any way?

"I love it! It frames your face perfectly!" Doesn't it? I can't help but gush about her new style and the smile on her face tells me she's happy with it too.

"Yeah, I was skeptical right after but waking up in the morning and seeing my reflection? Yeah, yeah, I look good, don't I?"

I beam my approval, she does, she's always have. She would struggle with her confidence but you know ladies sometimes a new hairstyle is all you need. "Is the new mystery guy the motivation or?"

That question makes her look a little doubtful and maybe even slightly offended? "No, no, I think he liked my old style to be honest? I just felt like...it was time to change something up?" She seemed uncertain about it, maybe the change was just a whim she had and went with it. Sometimes you have to go with the flow.

"A change is all you really need sometimes!" I chime in to reassure her and she gives me a small smile. Just then, it felt like the right time to dive into her love life or more particular this mystery guy. I was just ready to open my mouth when she beats me to it.

"What about you and Pascal?" She asks, curious as always. "He's been having a rough time out on the pitch lately."

I'm ready to ask what's wrong but she's eager to explain, taking a long breath. "I think they just haven't found the right spot for him, the right space. Chemistry issues. He started the season blazing hot but has slowed down some. I think the defenses are starting to key in on him, getting rough with him, frustrating him-"

"Oh," and I was listening intently but again, she's speaking a new language to me, one I haven't even tried learning. "I wish I knew what you were talking about."

She chuckles and waves it off. "Ah, it's just a kids game, but I guess it is taken a little seriously?" She then looked at my belly which is now hard to ignore. "You are huuuuuge!"

"Yeah, I'm just ready for her to come out at this point," I give my belly a few pats and she responds with a kick, maybe she's ready too.

"I'm definitely not looking forward to that whole process myself!"

"Oh?" My eyebrow raises because I think this is the first time she's talked about becoming a mom. "Are you and ummm, your mystery guy, you two are serious then?"

"I...maybe? It feels right, you know? It just feels...right. He's a good man, dedicated, attentive, driven. It feels right."

I nod, even though I'm not sure I fully understand. This pregnancy was unplanned for me. I'm not saying I regret it, far from it, but life is certainly coming at me fast. So I find that my only reply can be "Sometimes you have to listen to your gut," but I also realize this is my chance. "This guy, who is he? Can I at least get a name?"

She chuckles softly. "Oh, yeah sure, I guess that isn't big deal! It's Simo-"

"Sara?!?!" I cut her off, I wanted to know, I did but... "I-it's go time! C-can you drive?!"

I am thankful Sara was there since I doubted Pascal could make it home in time. She was steady and serious and once at the hospital things really started to just...happen. Needles, nurses, doctors, all in a flurry. All moving in a practiced ritual and moving a sone as if they were a team that had done this hundreds of times before. Maybe they have. I knew I was in good hands but still that wouldn't stop the fear. What if something goes wrong? What if she's not...whole? What if she comes out wrong? What if...

"Don't worry Miss Varela, your vitals are good, everything is fine, she's going to be beautiful," the doctor tells me. I take a deep breath and calm down.

After the 'pre-game' it was time for the first kick. I'll be honest and say it was not fun. All I remember from it was pain and the mantra of push and breathe, push and breath, push and breath, push and breath, push and breath, push and breath, push and breath...

For a moment I wondered when it would end. Hours had passed, how many I could not be sure, but eventually magic begun and after crying and wailing and pain and blood and tears I was holding her. She wriggled and screamed her lungs out, my little Florencia.

Frida Varela - Next Episode 8.5

[laiosynth]

come away, oh ghostly child... (pt 2)

( PT 1 <-) (-> PT 3)

For about 3 months now, there's been a ghost in Gotham. He's young, maybe 3 or 4.

The people of Gotham have come to accept this ghost (who says his name is Phantom) as a regular part of life, just like the heroes, villains, and other general weirdness surrounding Gotham. He has his own twitter and tumblr tags, #phantomwatch and #gothamsnewson respectively. He's as much a part of the ecosystem as the rest of Gotham.

She kept her promise, the city is his playground.

But Danny is lonely.

Maybe that's why he starts to frequent the heroes' haunts more often.

Nightwing is Danny's favorite. He's kind, more so than even his parents had been to him in his hazy memory. He's strong, too, and he protects people. And he's like Danny- he has a secret identity! Nightwing puts on a mask to keep himself safe, just like Danny.

The other vigilantes are the same, but some of them smell- literally. They reek of rotting, decayed, corrupted ectoplasm. It's gross. Icky. They're still fun to be around, but Danny wishes he could help. The one time he did try to approach one- Red Hood- to help, the vigilante had been busy.

That night, though, Gotham visited him in a dream.

"Danny, my lovely child, you are not my only. These Bats, they are my children too. They are your friends, your brothers. They are safe. They will keep you safe. I know you are lonely, little one. They will keep you company."

The night after that dream, he resolves to meet one of his new brothers. Nightwing is kind, surely he wouldn't mind!

And so, that night, he follows Nightwing! On the way, while Nightwing is resting, there is a churro stand. The smell is heavenly, and he's so hungry, so how can he resist?

So he approaches the churro stand.

"Hello, Mister. Can I please have 1 churro?"

The man running the stand doesn't take kindly to Danny's appearance.

"Back, foul demon! Evil Creature!"

The look on the man's face as he grabs a cross and exits the stand to go after Danny makes him remember his parents, chasing him with ecto-guns and weapons. It makes him cry. He sobs, his wails filling the street, echoing off the walls unnaturally.

"No, no, no! Stop, stop, please!"

The man does not stop his berating. Instead, he raises his cross over his head, intending to bring it down on Danny.

The man does not get that far, because Nightwing has grabbed his hand, and is saying something to the man that makes him flee back to his churro stand. Then, Nightwing kneels down to him.

"Hey, buddy. I'm sorry about that guy, are you okay?"

Danny wails, because he's scared, and he still remembers.

"Hey, hey, Phantom, can I touch you?"

Danny looks up at Nightwing, kind Nightwing, and nods.

Nightwing picks him up, and then they're flying, a different kind of flying than he's used to, and despite himself, he giggles because it's fun and feels funny.

They settle on a roof, and Nightwing moves Danny to his lap, carefully checking him over.

Danny reaches up to Nightwing's face, brushing his gloved fingers over the black mask.

"Yeah, that's my mask. It keeps me safe."

Danny knows all about that.

"I'll be quiet so you can be safe," he whispers, "They can't find out. That would- that would be very- very bad."

Danny wonders what Nightwing needs to stay safe from. He hopes it isn't right around the corner!

"Yes, shh, they can't find out. Very good, Danny."

Danny reaches a finger up to shush him, scared.

"Shhhhh! If they find us, they'll disstect us. Molcle by Molcle..."

Danny wants to cry again. He doesn't want Nightwing to be dissected!

Nightwing cups Danny's face with his hand, and suddenly, Danny feels a lot safer.

"It's alright, Danny. They can't get us up here."

They can't get us... Danny's safe. He's really safe!

Danny lets his ghost form fall.

Suddenly, he's very, very tired...

...

tags: @basilf1res @angelheartgamer @justgray15777 @terzatheunderscorerima @phantom120 @undead-essence @crazydoughnutlady @big-flrda-kys

(tell me if this works, im still very new to tumblr ;-;)

[thornofthelily]

I have a theory about why the Redacted vampires can't go out in the sun.

All the other vampires powers and quirks can be explained by a corrupted, unexpected consequence of Sovereign tampering. The blood-drinking was an attempt to get them dependent on a specific food supply like daemons were to them (except they needed human blood not Sovereign arcana.) Increased physical ability, healing- better to serve the Sovereigns, be more durable to handle more tasks. Invocation as a method of control. Not aging, just like the Sovereigns themselves so they can serve eternally. Even trancing could have been a means of control, to manipulate other humans. But sunlight? I mean sure that could have been some random weird consequence too, something they didn't intend and was just part of the magical tampering, but I think there's an even simpler explanation.

I believe Vincent once said vampires can actually go in the sunlight, for brief periods. It may be painful, and too much sun can kill them, but it's not instant smoking death like some other vampire stories. We all know sunlight is pretty bad on all our skins, that UV radiation is pretty harmful no matter your skin type. What if the danger isn't necessarily the sun, but the vampire's own natural healing? A vampire goes into the sun and their vampire core immediately start trying to heal the skin from the radiation, constantly working reversing the effects all over their bodies. It quickly drains them, exhausts them, and staying out too long overextends and outpaces their healing, until their cores are expended and their healing gives out and they just... die of exhaustion, in a way. Kind of like how a demon can die from using up every drop of their magic, which would make them even more like their demonic cousins.

We don't know how long is too long for vampires to be out, and maybe a few minutes of sun exposure isn't enough to overwhelm them, but that's the conclusion I've kind of settled on for the aversion to the sun. Besides, and this is mostly my opinion, it seems the vamps aren't necessarily deathly afraid of sunlight, but view it more like an inconvenient allergy than a deadly one. Something to avoid exposure to otherwise you're gonna be tired and worn out and feel like shit for a while after, so just better to avoid it when you can. After all, how the fuck can William start a successful real estate company if he can never go view a property during the daylight hours when most humans would be looking at them?

[prettywhenicryyyyyyyy]

For all coffee lover girlies, this one's for you.

Hope you'll enjoy this 🩷

i cant sleep (heeseung ver)

⠀ ˖⋆࿐໋ᯓ★ ˖⋆࿐໋

you had tons of assignments to complete, coffee was your only source of energy. 3 cups of strong coffee was the only thing you needed to complete your assignments.

Later in the evening heeseung came over and surprised you with your fav cheese fries and cherry coke. As he stepped in he pats your head says

"Way to go, princess! You worked hard on those assignments and you deserve a reward" a soft gentle blush crept your face, as if his words are the only thing you need. "Come on lets eat i know you haven't eaten yet" he said. You guys ate while he rants you about his group members weird habbits.

After the dinner he asked

"Can i stay at your place? i promise i'll make it worth your while" *smirks*

"i would love that, lets see how good you are at keeping your promises"

*he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eye*

"is that a bet?"  he asks *stepped closer, his body inches from you*

"it is now" you murmured. Your breath caught in your throat as he moved closer. You like to tease him, but the consequences are *painful* you walk away from him "i should go and keep the dishes in sink" you said "excuses ahem" he said in a husky voice

you blushed

Later on, you enter your room and saw him on your bed. You felt a flutter in your chest as he stood up and approached you, his arms encircling your waist.

"come here" murmured, his voice low and seductive

"i need to hold you" you melted into his embrace your body perfectly fitting against his, pulling you down on top of him as you guys settled for a cozy cuddle session.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. "You look tired," he murmured, his chin resting on top of your head.

"I am," you admitted, nuzzling your face into the curve of his neck.

"Then come here," he said, gently guiding you down onto the bed. "Let me hold you while you sleep."

You sighed, melting into his embrace. "Mhmm, that feels good," you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy.

At 2 am

you stirred from your sleep, your eyes fluttering open in the darkened room. You glanced over heeseung lying beside you who was still fast asleep, and sighed. "I can't sleep," you whispered to heeseung. His eyes slowly opened. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at you with a sleepy but concerned expression. "Can't sleep, huh?" he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

You nodded reluctantly, a small frown on your face. "Yeah," you said, sighing. "I had too much coffee this afternoon, and now I can't seem to turn off my brain".

He chuckled and said "We could try something else to help you relax."

He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like gaming," he suggested, his voice low and playful. "It's a great way to unwind and forget about anything that's keeping you up at night."

"Sounds fun and exciting but whats the use? because i cant compete with you in gaming" you said with a cute baby voice

He smiled at you, his expression affectionate. "It's about having fun and enjoying each other's company. And besides... I think you're cute when you use that baby voice." He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

He stretched out his legs and relaxed into the couch, spreading his legs wide apart in a casual manner. He patted his lap, indicating for you to come closer. "Come here," he said, his tone soft yet commanding. "Take your seat princess"  he said, his voice low and sultry. "I want you right here, nice and close to me".

You moved closer to him, As you approached, he reached out and pulled her onto his lap, positioning you so that you are facing him, your legs straddling his hips. You could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of their clothes, and you could smell the faint musk of his cologne.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, explaining about the game rules. He caught you staring his lips, "You're not even paying attention to what I'm saying, are you?" he teased, his arms still wrapped around your waist. "Your eyes keep drifting back to my lips. You want a taste that bad, huh?"

"i cant help it, they just look so... inviting?" you said

"Well, don't let me stop you." He murmured.

He leaned in closer, then without any warning he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

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Thank you so much for reading.

[13as07]

Parasite #1

(Shino Aburame)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Doomcaster]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,971

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Shino throwing (empty) insults every other breath

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"Shino!" I call, slamming his bedroom door open as I storm into his room. "I was talking to your dad and - "

"Get out."

"He was telling me all about the butterfly field thing coming up soon!" I continue, ignoring Shino's request.

"They're not fields, they're trees," Shino corrects looking at me unamused from his desk. Today is a good mood day for the simple reason that Shino isn't wearing his sunglasses, giving me the rare sight of his eyes. They're almond-shaped, like a cat, and slit like one as well as he glares at me.

"Fields, trees, same thing, Kitty Cat," I tease, slipping out of my house slippers before settling on his bed. Chief Aburame bought them for me and started keeping them by the door during our school days. Since then, the Chief has replaced them as needed; his mediocre way of showing he cares and likes me around the house. The same mediocre care Shino inherited.

"Don't call me that," he says, a hint of irritation in his voice.

     "Just so you know, the answer is yes."

     "The answer to what?" He asks, turning away from me to go back to the lord knows what.

     "To you asking me to go to the butterfly thing. Your dad - "

     "Be respectful."

     "Chief Aburame said the clan camps out to watch it and do your weird insect things."

     "Exactly. The clan camps out. Not the clan and my personal jewel beetle," Shino grumbles, glancing at me over his shoulder before focusing on his work again.

     "Jokes on you," I start, climbing out of his bed before settling behind him. I rest my arms around his shoulders, chin on his head, and body weight fully pressed against him. "I've seen a picture of a jewel beetle and they're very colorful so I'm taking that as a compliment."

Shino mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in disagreement with himself. "You're not coming with me," he says, shaking his shoulders to try and get me off of him.

I do as he wants, pulling away before I settle on sitting on his desk, covering some of his papers. "Well, your dad - "

"Be respectful," he groans again, sighing in disapproval.

"Chief Aburame," I mutter, rolling my eyes at the moody boy. "Already said I could go if you want me to - "

"I don't want you there."

" - so I'm going," I finish, smiling at the bug boy.

"You are a parasite," Shino says slowly, tugging one of his papers out from under my legs.

"Well, you're more kikaichu than man so I don't see how one more parasite could hurt," I tease, leaning forward to check out what Shino is working on.

He sighs again, lips pursed as he looks at me. "What is it that you want?"

"I want to spend time with you," I mutter, picking up the scroll unrolled on his desk. Most of it doesn't make any sense to me but I get the jest of it; bla bla bla, butterflies, bla bla bla, medical aids.

"I am busy," he mutters, loosening my fingers from the paper before taking it from me. "I don't have time to spend with you."

"Well if you're busy, I can just chill here," I answer, leaning closer to read over the scroll alongside him. "What do your papers say?"

"Can you not read?"

"I can read!" I huff, crossing my arms and glaring at the bug boy. "I'm not a big bad shinobi like you. I'm also not an Aburame like you so I don't understand your bug shinobi science stuff."

Shino sighs again, face scrunching and fingers clenching his nose. "If you're not going to leave, can't you nap like usual?"

"I could," I answer, a smug smile on my face. "But I'm more hungry than tired."

He glares at me, huffing again. "If we get food, will you leave?"

"Nope."

Another groan, this time paired with his hands sliding up to rub his eyes. "What is it that you want?" He asks for the second time today, turning back to his work.

"I want," I start, jumping off the desk and shaking my head around in victory. "To go to a sit-down dinner, eat, and then a minimum of forty-minute nap together."

"Take out and dine together, then you leave."

"Sit down restaurant and thirty-minute nap," I counter, a wide smile on my face as I look at Mr. Hard To Get.

"Take out together, five-minute lay down, and then you leave."

"Take out together, twenty-minute nap, and then I nap alone so you can work."

Shino falls silent, looking at me blankly. "Fine."

"Yes!" I cheer, pumping my hands in the air at my victory. Shino knows that's what I originally wanted, just as much as I do. It's the same chess game every time I come over, and every time I get what I want from the annoyed bug master. Regardless, he never changes his counters and always gives in.

"You're obnoxious," he mutters, following after me as I scramble through his house.

"Mr Dad!" I call, Chief Aburame's head popping up from his work.

"Be respectful," Shino mutters again, sliding on his shoes and sunglasses.

"We're going to get takeout. Do you want anything?"

     "I'd appreciate it. Grab me whatever Shino gets," the Chief answers, sending me one of his rare smiles before turning back to his work.

"You need to be more respectful," Shino lectures, tugging at my ankle. My balance shifts, causing me to grip his shoulders to not fall. "You take too long to get ready," he continues to grumble, sliding my shoes on before dragging me out the door.

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     "Get off," Shino groans, trying to unlatch me from himself. He tugs at my arms, trying to get me to loosen my hold on his shirt. "It's been twenty minutes."

     "Five more minutes," I whine, snuggling my face into his neck deeper. I tighten my legs around his waist as well, an added measure to make it harder for him to drag me off his chest.

     "You are a nuisance," he sighs, attention shifting to unlocking my knees from his sides. "You asked for twenty minutes, I gave you twenty minutes. Get off or leave."

     "You're mean," I pout, rolling off the bug boy. I keep a hand clung to his shirt sleeve, hoping my pouting will get me what I want.

     It doesn't. "You're needy," Shino grumbles, wiggling his fingers under mine to unhook them from his clothing. "It's displeasing."

"Maybe I wouldn't be so clingy if you paid as much attention to me as you do your work," I shoot back, the sentence dipped in fake jealousy. I like Shino's work, I like learning about the bugs his clan cares for, and I like learning the medicines they make from them.

Shino stays still, fingers tangled under mine as he stares at me. "You are - "

"Beautiful? I know."

" - empty-headed. My work is very important to our village."

"And I'm very important to you," I answer, wrapping myself around the half-seated shinobi. I settle into his lap, knees clenching his sides again. Unlike our nap, I rest my head against his chest and my arms around his shoulders.

"According to who?" He asks hands back to trying to unlatch my knees from his sides. "You might want to check your sources because they are wrong."

"Twenty more minutes," I beg, propping my chin on his chest so I can look up at him.

"I have work to do. We agreed on twenty minutes, and I obliged. Now it's your turn to oblige. Let go," Shino answers in his usual manner, irritation hinted in his words.

"Fifteen?"

"Five."

"Ten?"

Silence, and then a defeated sigh. "Fine." I wiggle around on his lap, a small victory over the usual business-ethical man. Shino flaps down on his back again, shaking me up as he moves. "I'm being serious, ten minutes and we're done," he lies, knowing full well he's not getting any work done until I fall asleep and he has the chance to escape my grasp.

"Ten minutes and we're done," I echo the lie, curling up on his chest again before snapping my eyes shut.

"You're a parasite."

"No, I'm a jewel beetle, remember?"

Another sigh comes before hands settle on my back, adding gentle weight to my body. "You're heavy."

"I know."

"And a nuisance."

"I know."

"Go to sleep."

"I will."

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"Are there going to be blue ones? I want to see a blue butterfly!" I ask, squirming on Shino's back as he carries me.

He insisted I was walking too slow, so after a one-sided argument, I ended up on Shino's back with his arms wrapped under my knees. "I don't know," comes his repeated answer. He doesn't seem to know a lot of things today.

"How about a yellow? Yellow is a pretty color too."

"I don't know," he repeats, a sigh following his answer. "Please stop talking."

     "When do you think they're going to come out of their wraps?"

     Another sigh, and a shift of my body so Shino can stretch out one of his arms. "They're cocoons, not wraps," he corrects, stretching out his other arm before they're both back snug around my legs. "And I don't know."

     "What do you know?"

     "That you're a parasite eating away at my energy."

     "I'll walk if you put me down," I mumble, resting my head on my arms hung around Shino's shoulders.

     "No," the answer is short and empathized by him tightening his hold on me. "You walk too slow. You're going to slow us down."

     That's a lie, partly because I don't walk slow, and partly because we're at the back of the pack. The Aburame Clan has their travel plans figured out. There are two main groups of shinobis, the one leading commanded by Shino's dad, and the one on the end, commanded by Shino.

     Between the two groups are scientists and medics of the clan, along with any member who wished to join. Shino said more shinobis are littered among the 'common folk' but I can't tell if there is or not.

     "Hey, Shi-Shi?"

     "Don't call me that."

     "How big is your clan?" I ask, scanning over the people I can see.

     "I don't know the exact number. Somewhere between five and six hundred."

     I sit on the number for a while, mostly because it surprises me. I know the Aburame clan is one of the main clans in the village alongside the Yamanakas, Hyugas, and a few others but that's a lot of people. "How many came today?"

     "Four hundred and seventy-three. They're not all Aburames though."

     "No?"

     "No. Some are doctors or scientists from other clans and some are freeloaders coming with a Clan member, like you."

     "I'm not a freeloader," I mutter the new insult sting, unlike the ones I'm used to. The normal ones don't bother me, they've lost their sting over time.

     "I know." The reply is short and just as monotone as always, but it's Shino's way of apologizing.

     "So, this is like a big thing then," I utter after a couple of minutes of silence.

     "Over five thousand butterflies are going to leave their cocoons. It's the best and easiest time to collect them for our medical and other research. Plus, people enjoy watching it so a lot of clan members come every year to see it."

     "Shi-shi?" I call out, a thought circling my head during his little speech. "I don't think I saw a tent in my bag."

     "Don't call me that, and no, there's not. Why would there be?" He asks, glancing over his shoulder to look at me. Even with his glasses on, I know he's looking at me like I'm the dumbest person in the world.

     For once I'm the one sighing. "This is why I should have packed my own bag," I mutter, laying my head back down.

     "You would have forgotten something."

     "You forgot to pack me a tent," I hiss, gripping his head and shaking it around.

     "Why would I pack you a tent?" He asks again, making me second guess his IQ. "You'll end up in my tent anyway. Whiney about the frights of the forest or whatever other excuse you can come up with. It's a waste of time setting up a tent that won't get used." Maybe Shino isn't as dumb as I thought. That doesn't make my predictable-ness any easier to take though. 

     "You don't know that for sure," I grumble, burying my head further in my arms.

     "Jewel beetle, we have gone camping together twenty-six times. Everyone ended up with you in my tent. Twenty-seventh time is not the charm."

     Shino's attempt at a joke falls flat but still tugs a smile on my face. "You don't know that."

     "Yes, I do. Now, please stop talking. You're giving me a headache."

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     "I'm going to get you and Kiba leashes," Shino sighs, poking out from behind a tree.

     "Why would you do that?" I ask as a few of the Aburame women giggle at him.

     Shino got busy doing... something with his dad and some of the scientists. He was too busy to explain the conversation and personally having every other word fly over my head wouldn't have been enjoyable. So, I left to do something else and ended up helping the women of the clan lifeguard the bathing children.

     "You disappeared," he continues to grumble before walking away. "Come on," he orders, stopping for a beat. I wave goodbye to the ladies before scurrying away.

     Shino's hands wrap around me once I'm in reach, picking me up. My back is rested again his chest, legs dangling as his arms rest under my butt and legs to support me. "I don't get why you keep carrying me around. I'm more than capable of walking."

     "You walk too slow and I wish to bathe before the sun goes down," he mutters, leading me to lord knows where.

     The walk is quiet, Shino in his head about whatever as I watch the river between the trucks of the trees and the other brush of the forest. The only sound filling the space is our breathing and the soft tapping of his bag bouncing against his side as he walks.

     After a couple of minutes, Shino shimmies us out of the brush, setting my feet on the river bank. The space is empty, nothing but us, the river, and the greenery. "I will be back," he mutters, setting down his bag.

     "Where are you going?" I ask, messing with the loose sand on the water's edge.

     "Environment check," he answers shortly before walking away.

     I roll my eyes at the man. Everything is business when it comes to him. We could be deserted somewhere and he'd still do an environment check. Shino even does a check of his home if his father isn't there when we get back.

     While he's busy, I empty his bag, laying out his clothes and bathing products. As I half expected, a pair of my sleep clothes and my products are tucked away in the messenger bag as well. As prepared as ever, a piece of wood is tucked away in the bag as well; a floating device for the needed soaps.

     I busy myself, getting ready to bathe while Shino is gone despite the lecture I'm going to get for 'not being safe'. My hair is tugged undone and my clothes are discarded by the bag before I slowly walk through the water. It's chilly, making me shiver as I sink into it.

     "You should have waited for me to get back," comes the start of Shino's lecture by the time I'm shoulders deep into the river. "What if someone would have been around? What if the water wasn't safe? What if you drowned?"

     "You worry too much," I mutter before dipping myself into the water.

     When I pull myself back up, hair soaked now, I'm still being glared at. "You are irresponsible," Shino mutters, focus flickering from me to the space around us.

     "And you're too paranoid."

     "I'm not paranoid, I'm prepared," he calls back, attention back to me. Shino's focus stays locked on me as I swim around, my body slowly growing used to the chilled river. "We're bathing, not swimming," he grumbles, motioning towards the shampoos and soaps forgotten on the sand.

     "I'm swimming, you're bathing," I mutter back, dunking myself again. I keep myself under the water for a while, slowly blowing bubbles out of my nose as I enjoy the water that's counteracting the heat that's soaked into my body today.

     This time when I resurface, Shino is in the water, a pace or two away from me, focusing on the water as he searches for me. His usual swarm of kikaishus have abandoned him, choosing to buzz around instead of drowning in the stream.

     "Come here," he grumbles, shifting towards me despite the order. I met him halfway, standing in the water instead of paddling around like I was originally. "We are taking a bath," he repeats, his pretty eyes exposed and focused on me. They're soft for once, instead of the usual glare I get.

     "Alright, Shi-Shi."

     "Stop calling me that," he utters, focus torn from me as he looks around. I find what he's looking for before he does, the wood floating around with our bathing products. When he finds the board, he leaves me long enough to pull it towards us. "Turn around," he orders, but again turns me himself before I can.

     Shino is a bit awkward when we bathe together, never wanting to get too close, hands never touching me anywhere but my waist, and always insisting - ordering - to wash my hair for me. As expected, his hands go to work, gently rubbing shampoo into my scalp, rinsing it, and then redoing the actions with my conditioner.

     "Jewel beetle," he mutters, hands falling to my waist under the water.

     "Shi-Shi?"

     He falls quiet, the usual path of conversation offset by the lack of demand to not use the nickname. "You are - "

     "Pretty?"

     " - a parasite... and time-consuming."

     "I know," I mutter, leaning my head backward to look at him. Shino's eyebrows are scrunched together, his shiny black eyes squinting from the sun as he looks at me. "Your eyes are pretty."

     "You're..." his reply falls short, nothing following the word but a head shake. "Time-consuming," he repeats, hands leaving me long enough to grab a rag and suds it up. "I do not have a lot of free time," Shino continues, hands grabbing for me again.

     "I know," I repeat, watching him with interest. He's not the best at emotions but I know what he means, what he's trying to say. It's Shino's weird way of reminding me I'm important.

     Hands settle on me again, tugging me forward. "Close your eyes." I do as requested, eyes fluttering closed. Hands crawl down me, grabbing my thighs before I'm lifted onto Shino's torso. A hand leaves my leg as he starts shuffling around, the water level dropping as he moves us.

     I shiver from the mix of fresh air brushing my body and water no longer enveloping me. "Keep your eyes closed," Shino's tone is soft, with a hint of worry in it as he makes another request.

     "I will," I mumble back, letting myself rest against the introverted man. Shino busies himself again, the soapy rag rubbing away at me and him shifting me around to wash the day off of every inch of my skin.

     When he's done, I'm carried back to deep waters and placed on my feet again, none of Shino present against me anymore. "Open your eyes." Again, I do as requested, snapping my eyes open. His head is tilts, eyes still squinted from the sun not setting fast enough, and jaw rolling as he looks at me. "You're not a freeloader," he mutters before walking away to focus on his bath.

     I smile to myself, soaking in the memory of Shino's actual apology as I wait for him to finish his business. He might not be the best at voicing his care, but Shino sure is good at showing it through his services to me.

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“Plus, when we get back, Hinata wants to go look at flowers with Ino and me for the wedding,” I continue to ramble, filling in Shino on my conversations with Hinata from yesterday.

“Mmhmm,” he hums, eyes wandering over me as I speak. Once again his glasses are off, the private man comfortable in the confinement of our unlit tent. Despite the darkness, his eyes shine as beautifully as ever.

I’m sat on his lap like usual, legs bent at his sides, and hands tangled together as Shino lays stretched out. I unintentionally shake our hands around as I talk, the excitement of Hinata and Naruto’s wedding filtering into our laced-together hands. “Also!” I yelp in excitement, more details filtering in as I relive the brunch date.

“You’re being too loud. It’s obnoxious,” Shino says, eyes settling on my face before jumping around again.

“Hinata picked out her wedding dress! She said she’d show me once it’s tailored.”

“I don’t know why you’re excited. It’s just a dress.”

“It’s not just a dress, Shino! It’s Hinata’s wedding dress. It’s exciting. I love, love,” I sigh at the last part, tilting my head as I look down at him.

“I love you,” he whispers, eyes locked on mine.

My senses freeze at Shino’s words, the sentence ringing in my ears as I look down at him. “What?” I ask, my eyes going wide because of the soft phrase.

“I love you,” he repeats a little louder this time, slowly blinking at me. “Even if you are a parasite,” Shino adds, shifting me off of him.

I’m laid on my side, pressed against him with his arms wrapped around me. My head is buried in Shino’s chest from the movement, cutting off my sight of his sparkling eyes. I cling to his sleep shirt, processing his words. “Shi-shi?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I love you too.”

“I know.” Shino falls quiet for a beat before pushing my shoulder, moving my head so I’m looking at him again. “I just worry you don’t know that.”

“You’re worried that I don’t know I love you?”

He sighs, eyes rolling before they settle on me. “You are quite empty-minded,” he mutters, shifting down so his nose is rested against mine. “You have a brain, use it.” The soft insult is followed by a kiss. A deep, breath-stopping kiss, full of longing and stress. “I love you.”

“You’re scaring me, Shino,” I whisper, doing my best to scan his face in the dark.

“Do not be scared, nothing is wrong. I’m just more tired than usual.”

“Oh,” I giggle out, shifting around to rest on Shino’s chest. “So the trick to get you all lovey-dovey is to get you exhausted,” I tease, brushing kisses to his neck.

“I do not have the energy to pay attention to those needs. Get off so I can go to sleep.”

“I want to sleep on your chest.”

“I can’t sleep with you on top of me,” Shino answers back. Despite the soft disagreement, his arms rest on my back, stopping me from moving off. He’ll complain about it, but Shino won’t shift me off of himself until I fall asleep. “You’re a parasite,” he mutters, shifting so he can rest his chin on the top of my head.

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” I repeat, Shino’s confession finally making sense to me.

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[neverchecking]

NSFW alphabet for Legend, Hyrule, & Four? If you’re too busy, you don’t have to do them, I’ve just been 🤤since the Twilight alphabet.

Nonny, you did nothing wrong, but next time just check on my request status. I try to keep my requests at a set number so I can get through them in an orderly fashion.

Also you lucky ducks get 2 tonight after getting nothing from me for like a month nogng

Legend's -> Here!

Four's -> Here!

Anyway. MDNI! 18+

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

He's a KING at aftercare. He's so soft and caring, and his touches are absolutely featherlight. Because he just wants to praise and thank you for allowing him the opportunity of a lifetime. It's so precious to him and he wants to make sure you know it to.

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

On his partner? Their hands. He loves kissing your palms and your fingers, and feeling them brush against his cheeks as you tell him all about how good he feels. Even just holding your hand in his as you clench around him crying out his name makes every part of him buzz.

On himself? It's hard to say because it's proven that he doesn't have a lot of self confidence, but probably his mouth. Which sounds weird, but talking has saved his life, smiling has gotten him out of sticky situations, and he knows you love the absolute completion he can bring you to with it. He loves that you can use that part of him so freely without it failing you because he will put his mouth to work. Trust me.

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

Maybe its the fae in him but he LOVES cumming all over you. He love, love, loves painting your skin a pretty white and streaking it in a reminder that your his. Loves dragging his fingers through it just to smear it all over your belly, to really sell the point you know?

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

He loves seeing you in jewelry. Any jewelry, but especially long necklaces. just watching them bounce and curl with every thrust has his eyes widening as he watches every chain link shift. Especially if there's a heavy jewel front and center. Just seeing you decked in rings, bracelets, necklaces and crowns? Oh, he loves it.

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

No one wants to hear it, but I believe Hyrule fuckkked. Like in his world, money is scarce, so thanks had to have been given another way. Sex was probably one of those ways. It was on the downlow and no one ever talked about it, but he probably fucked. That being said, when it comes to you, where it comes with feelings, you would think he's a virgin. It takes some time for him to really settle and put his experience to good use.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sixty-nine. He loves showing you his absolute devotion to your entire being while letting you do whatever you wish to him. He knows you like to return the favor even if he personally thinks thats silly. This lets him try to distract you enough while also letting you tire yourself out enough he can do whatever he wishes with you <3

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

He can do few good laughs. Like Four, if it helps loosen you up he's all for it. Probably even instigates a few jokes because he loves hearing you laugh. Soft sex with Hyrule is probably full of giggles because he just loves you so much.

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

Not. Groomed. At ALL. It's bushy and it's messy but its so him you can't even be mad because look at that face and tell me you can be mad at him. I certainly can't. It's the same brown as the hair on is head and just as curly, so...good luck with that.

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

Oh he's so romantic, because he's SO used to those quick pump and dumbs, he loves showing and proving that you aren't like everyone else. You are someone he so inherently wants to spend the rest of his life with and he never wants you to doubt that for a second. And Hyrule, lemme tell you bc he told me personally, can WAX POETRY like you wouldn't believe.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He was told its a sin so never actually did it until he lost his faith in Hylia. Then he touched himself, cried, then finished the job. And from then on it was pretty rare because, like I said, sex wasn't rare to him. Of course, after meeting you that doesn't change. But instead of it being a question of what's the point it turns into why waste it? Why waste it on his hand when he can use it to paint your ass a perfect shade of creamy white.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Probably has a bit of a food kink, honestly. Like, fruits and syrups dripping all over your body for him to lick off appeases the fairy side and gives him the sugar for energy. Win-win for him.

Also probably loves having his hair pulled. I don't know if that's a kink, but its something I felt compelled to share.

Had to come back to add this, but Free use. Absolutely loves when you just pin him down and ride him like he's little more than a toy for you to use.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He is down for anywhere at anytime. He's is nothing more than a lowly peasant for you to use. He is there to sing your gospel and preach your prayers. If you want him to eat you out in the middle of the street with people watching, he's already on his fucking knees.

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

Anything. Like I said. Anything just to show you how much he fucking loves you okay? He can't have you thinking he's gonna run off because losing you would absolutely destroy him. And he just cannot risk it. Like after a fight? That probably gets him going the most because he thinks he's fighting some invisible chain thats breaking and going to pull you away from him.

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

He would never dream of calling you names. You are his divinity and he is going to fucking adore you and make sure you know it. The thought of ever demeaning you does something to him that makes him all pouty and upset because why would you ever want to think about yourself like that? He loves you so much and he wants you to love yourself just as much.

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

Giving. you had to know this was coming (heh, cumming). Because as I've shown, hyrule is a worshipper. And he would love to fucking worship you every chance he gets. Fuck he would spend hours giving your oral because it's just so nice for him.

A oneshot idea I've been throwing around is Reader being a Mafia! boss and sitting there, Hyrule on a leash and just having at 'er because he believes it's his life purpose to be their sex toy while their doing business. Just thought yall should know.

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

Anyway you want it, but he gets so sex drunk it only lasts so long before falling to his default fast and rough because he just can't get enough.

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

not his favorite, but he'll do it. Again, he just wants to please you. So if you want a quick romp in the closet, his belt is already off. Of course, he'll use later to take his time ensuring that you know quick isn't his go to, not anymore, and defiantly not with you.

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

He's down. It brings excitement and he does like that little rush adrenaline. Plus it keeps you interested which is a bonus. It makes you happy and that's all he needs.

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

So much Stamina. He is so used to going, going and going, so he has the energy for DAYS. He is so ready and willing, whatever you want he's giving. If you're not done, neither is he. Round after round, he is still hard ready to go.

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

Yes and no? So, Hyrule is half fairy which means he has some magical properties about him. I imagine his cum probably has a bit of an aphrodisiac quality to it. So that's his own little toy. other than that, I could see him liking beads and just pulling them out. One by one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't. Like I've said, he loves devoting himself to you. Teasing just takes away from that. And he can't have that! He needs to prove that you made the right choice fucking him because there are better options (In his opinion-- which is wrong). He doesn't want to lose you because of teasing when he could've spent that time making you see stars.

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

He's suck a pretty moaner. He has a perfect tone and pitch and it's just such a delight to hear. He tries to bite his lip because he'd much rather hear you, but he can't help but whine and whimper just because it all feels so so so good.

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

His cum? Probably tastes sweet. Because he's half-fairy, he needs a lot of things like sugar water, fruit, candys, sweets, which you would think would make it taste bad right? Nope. It actually tastes sweet. Like it's palatable. Which is why we all wanna suck his dick so badly. Which is WHY 69 is such a good position for him.

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

Hyrule has a pretty dick and I will go down with this. Like it's no bitchbreaker, but you just wanna suck it because of how pretty it is. Like a gorgeous red at the tip with soft skin and perfect balls just waiting to be fondled. He's packing pretty average, 5 or so inches, but that doesn't even matter because his dick is just so pretty.

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

Above average I'd say. It's not so much about the sex for him though, it's about the intimacy and proving his devotion to you. And he loves doing it. Loves reminding you just how much he loves you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Knocked tf out. After aftercare is complete and he knows you're okay for the night, he gone. Sorry babes, fairy needs time to recharge and replenish his battery so he can devote his entire being to you all over again tomorrow <3