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[thecoochiefairy]

sucky sucky. satoru.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 10K words. blackpregnantfem!character, satoru gojo, pharmacists!satoru, sub!satoru, dom!satoru, nasty sex, shower/tub sex, sweet sex, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, sweet talkin’, hair pulling, creaming, oral [f], choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, riding, face sitting, condomless sex, size kink, daddy kink, creampie, squirting, kissing, spanking, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ this for that one anon who wanted satoru, cause i wanted him too. love you pookie. hehe.

showering w/ satoru. ride me, baby. sitting on his face.

DAWN WAS YOUR FAVORITE TIME OF THE DAY. The sun hadn’t risen just yet, the sounds of your box fan humming through your pitch black bedroom always brought you comfort, and it was almost as if the entire world was still asleep. Your feet sunk into your bunny slippers, your soft steps pad along the white marble floor of the condo you resided in with your husband—who was currently sound asleep, able to knock out in a natural disaster as you crept out of bed. 

You decided to not turn on any lights as you came down the hallway, letting the dim screen of your phone guide you as you went towards his office close to the living room. Your hand lightly planted along the swell of your belly, taking deep breaths as you tried to focus on making it to his baby blue IMAC, needing to do more research. You were desperate at this point. 

You were nine months pregnant, the full term having been a wonderful experience as you waited for your bun to come out of the oven—the only issue was, you were almost a week after your due date, and you were now miserable. Your entire body felt heavy as your baby sat directly on your bladder, causing you to have shortness of breath at times, making you waddle essentially all the time. Regardless, you had the support you needed. Even if you were an emotional wreck. 

You keep the door cracked as you push the light switch halfway up, allowing the room to be dim as you make your way over to the desktop, clicking your french tipped fingers along the mouse to ignite the screen. Your heart shaped Cartier wedding ring glimmers along your finger—it always reminds you of the price, how you cried for Satoru to return it for something cheaper, and he felt that you deserved nothing but the best. 

You didn’t mean to wake him up, but you did anyway. You sigh lightly as you can hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, his tall and broad frame unable to sneak around even if he tried. 

“Baby, please come to bed.”

You turn your head, pulling back the flyaway of your curls as they’re hidden under your baby pink bonnet to protect your hair. Your edges swirl to perfection along your forehead, glasses tipping at your nose. 

You softly ask, “Did I wake you up?”

 “I woke up when you left. Your absence was too loud." 

He rubs his eye with his big fists, his body leaning up against the door frame. His voice was low and husky with sleep. His hair is white as snow, his bangs covering his eyes as he rubs at his face, shirtless as his basketball shorts fall right below his defined and veiny V-line. The minimal tattoos along his body and arms are visible with the light from the computer, but considering how small they were you’d almost miss them.

You turn yourself towards him as you apologize, “I know you have work in a couple of hours. You should go back to sleep.”

"It is four in the morning, baby. I’m good. C’mere.”

He stretches his arms out, his veins popping along each one as he motions for you to come over to him. You knew he had work tomorrow, but the way he said it made it feel like you were crazy for even staying up this early. Your eyes glance at his biceps as he stretches, his toned body and defined abs on full display.

“I’m just doing some research. Google says raspberry leaf tea can sometimes induce labor, I might need to grab some tomorrow,” you hum more to yourself, your eyes flickering up as he walks towards you, seeing the amusement within his icy eyes.

"I might just have to block that Google shit entirely, you find more things to research and it sends you into a complete spiral.“  

You sigh, turning to him as you chew on your lip, wanting to hold back your pout.

“Baby…” you sigh, almost in an exhausted manner, hearing as that makes him chuckle at your disappointment of his words.

"Don’t make that face at me. You know I’m right.”

He knows you're trying to help the process, and you're tired of sleeping on your side, being swollen and achy. He leans down as he presses a kiss onto your jaw. Your hormones are all out of whack as you even try not to get emotional at his words, knowing he meant no harm.

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” you lightly defend, hating when he was dismissive. You then click off safari along the computer as you attempt to stand, pressing your hand along the desk as you groan lightly—you just wanted to stand without struggling.

"Hey, let me help you, baby.”

He stands behind you, placing his hand on your lower back to steady your stance, but hesitates as you push his hand away.

“I can do it myself, Satoru…” 

Fucking hell, there it was. The tears forming in your vision. You didn’t know why you were about to cry. You wipe your eyes as you hold your belly, taking a deep breath as you sniffle, “I’m not helpless.”

"I know you’re not, pretty girl. Let me just help you, okay? You can walk yourself back to bed.” 

You were always prideful and resilient, but right now—you were a hot mess, the pregnancy hormones making you teary eyed often these days.

He knew how to handle you. It just depended on your emotions, and he was there to respond in any way he needed to. Like now, it was best not to make you become defensive—because you were—instead giving you an ultimatum, to make you still feel in control of yourself. You lean your hand along his stomach as you use your other hand to wipe your eyes, “Baby girl’s sitting on my bladder again.”

He places a hand along your belly, his palm firm as it sits atop of your own. 

"Do you need to pee, baby? You’re always feeling like that.” 

His voice was so tender as he spoke, he knew you were sensitive right now, so he had to be gentle with you.

You shake your head, “Just wanna lay down.” 

He nods, understanding as he makes sure your legs are sturdy before he helps you walk down the hallway, taking your hand to let him guide you. His big palm practically engulfs yours, but the warmth of his hand instantly gives you some comfort as you take slow and wobbly steps towards your bedroom. 

You successfully make it towards the soft white comforter set, golden swan headboard curving under the lights of the room as you sit yourself on your side of the mattress. You squeeze his hand a little tighter as you then say, “I wasn’t crying.”

He lets a low chuckle escape from his lips as he stands in front of you. Taking your face in between his hands that makes you look up at him, his soft thumbs graze along your skin, wiping away your tears. 

"Oh, you weren’t? An intruder cutting onions in my house?”  

His lips press a sweet kiss to your cheek, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. It was your favorite fragrance, a mixture of sandalwood and musk. 

You release a soft sigh, gently pushing his hands down as you say, “You’re unserious as hell,” rolling your eyes. You then ask, “Are you sure your employees will be okay if you have to leave work tomorrow?” 

You had a doctor's appointment to determine whether or not they could just pop your water bag, or give it a couple of days to let the baby come herself. Your husband was a Pharmacists CEO—which seemed fairly easy within the name—but it was so much more into his job, keeping him at work for hours at a constant.

"They’ll be good, baby. I think you forget that I have a team working for me, I don’t hire any dumbass staff. If anything they’re excited to play on the clock while I’m not around.”

You absentmindedly lock your fingers around the pendant of your necklace, nodding as your other hand rubs along his flexing forearm. 

You then remind him, “You need to sleep, Satoru. Otherwise you’ll be the dumbass on your team, walking around like a zombie on the clock.”

"I’ve been dealing with sleepless nights for almost a year now because of someone,” He leans down, “Gimme’ your mouth. I’m missing you like hell.”

Your eyes scan across the dangerous glint of his, always a mischief somewhere in them. Your lash extensions flutter as you say, “Kay,” almost a little too girlishly, raising your mouth up to his. 

He could be a completely different person when things became a little feisty between you two, feeling his mouth wrap around your lips, hungrily sucking your tongue inside to reel you closer. It makes your cheeks warm.

It felt like years since he held your mouth to his own, the taste of you making him grunt as he took his time with it. He knew he’d have to be cautious to not get carried away, you were heavily pregnant, and the last thing he wanted to do is hurt you. 

He sucks on your bottom lip as his hand moves down to your ass, squeezing and massaging his fingers into the plush skin under his hand.

The feeling makes your breath lightly hitch through your nose, and a throb comes between your legs. You pull your mouth back, pressing your forehead against his as you softly say, “I’m tired, ’toru,” using that as an excuse as you felt yourself becoming incredibly horny, not wanting to continue further than that.

He knew your signs of exhaustion when they came, so he wasn't surprised when you pulled back from his lips, but a part of him didn't want to stop. The sight of your pouty expression makes him release a low groan. Your swollen face, your long eyelashes, your pretty lips. The pregnancy absolutely made you sexier. 

He reluctantly pulls away from your face, "C’mon, imma’ try to get some rest before I’m cussing out my employees for no reason.”

Somewhere in you feels bad. You know he’s been holding back for months, considering your libido has been incredibly low since you became pregnant. But for whatever reason with you close to giving birth, your lower body was on fire, needing him in ways you couldn’t imagine yourself acting. It was egregious. Maybe you should’ve googled something on that.

When the next day came, you were being dropped off by the chauffeur at your doctor's office. The walls inside were pink, your smile soft as you greeted silently at other pregnant women. You sat in the waiting room as your hands were along your belly, watching the smaller children play with the toys provided by the office, imagining yourself to have a playful baby of your own. It’d already been Satoru’s third time calling you today, making sure you arrived safely to your appointment while he was at work. And he said you were worrisome. 

When it was your turn to be called back, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. You were so close to the due date, and still, the baby hasn’t shown an indication of coming out the oven. 

You were greeted by your OB, a middle-aged woman who was friendly enough, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. After getting your weight checked, you sat on the examination bed as she began looking over your swollen belly.

“How are you feeling?” she questions, cream colored skin being complimented by her red lipstick, onyx hair clipped perfectly into a bob.

“I’m okay,” you say softly, giving a smile to her, “I’m just feeling a little heavy. It’s been a bit of a struggle to walk at times, she won’t get off of my bladder,” you give a light laugh, “I just wanted to see if I was okay to get induced today? I’m just—I feel ready, doctor.”

The doctor nods as she looks over your information sheet on her clipboard, listening to you as you spoke with her. After a short pause, she answers, “Well, you’re full term, your water could break at any moment. However, I suggest waiting a few more days before we try the induction process, your body will go naturally when it’s ready.”   

She moves the stethoscope along your belly, listening to your baby’s heart rate. But not what you wanted to hear. It makes you sigh, “May I ask why there would be a difference between induction, and if the baby came on her own tonight?”

“The induction process can be a little more painful for you, honey. The contractions are more intense as we try to force your body to go into labor,” she moves away as she takes off her stethoscope, placing it back onto her neck as she pauses, “I would try some natural techniques that can induce labor, but, there’s no guarantee.“

“That makes sense,” you nod more to yourself, “I was up doing some research last night. Didn’t find much considering my husband ordered me back to bed. Are there any at home suggestions you’d give me as far as going into labor?”

The doctor gives a chuckle as she writes something on her clipboard, “I see. Your husband is a smart man, he knows what’s best for you right now. How about you try walking more? It helps bring the baby lower into the birth canal, maybe that will help your body’s natural contractions begin?” She looks back at you, “Sex is also a very healthy way of triggering a natural induction. A lot of my momma’s have some quite interesting stories,” she pats your leg lightly, same sweet smile against her face.

You’re a grown woman, but an older woman suggesting sex with your husband is something that makes your throat go dry. It even makes you blush a bit. You blink, pulling down the baby tee you wear that desperately wants to release your breast from the confinement of the material, your nipples extremely sensitive.

“Uh…sex can trigger my labor?” You repeat.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. It can help release oxytocin and prostaglandins, which can stimulate your body’s natural contractions. I’m sure your husband will be very happy to hear that,” she gives you a little smirk before adding, “It's a very effective way to start labor, a nice release for both momma and poppa.”

“Is it safe, even with my baby girl being so close to my cervix?” You have a thousand questions—definitely should've been a little quieter as you snuck into the office last night. Maybe you would’ve known this by now.

The doctor laughs, seemingly surprised by your question, but answers it anyway, “It’s absolutely okay. Baby girl won’t be harmed. A lot of my patients have sex throughout their pregnancies, it’s completely normal,” she moves back and takes her seat on her office chair, “Just be careful, but don’t be too careful. It might just do the job for you.”

At that moment, your head turns as a knock comes to the door. When it opens, it reveals Satoru—who’s not dressed within his lab coat and button up. He wears a black long sleeve, matching sweatpants accompanied with his blue New Balance 9060 sneakers, shades on his eyes as his vision strained from the sun at times. His top is practically suffocating his large frame, it’s like he has to crouch down to make everyone else comfortable. You see he holds your pale pink Nike duffle, your birth bag slung over his shoulder in preparation for anything. It almost makes you giggle. 

“You’re here,” you say, a warm smile coming to your face, not expecting him to be since you didn’t call him to come.

He loved this. He loved how you were absolutely radiating right now, all round and pretty, carrying his baby. He moves closer, bending over as he presses a kiss to the top of your head before greeting, “Hey, my pretty baby. I had a free hour in a half so I thought I’d come check up on my girl. She’ good?” he questions the doctor.

The doctor nods, placing her clipboard back into its holder, “Everything looks great. Your wife is full term and healthy, and your baby girl is ready to meet you both,” she gives a kind smile before giving a quick wave, “I’m going to have the nurse bring some pamphlets, it’s got some more information in there, just to help out. Do you have any other questions?”

You shake your head, “You’ve been amazing this entire journey, doctor. I just wanna say thank you—you’ll be one of the first people I come visit with my little muffin.”

You don’t know why you’re about to cry, but it’s a radiance of happiness you feel as you rub your eyes, so glad to have a good physician in this situation. You ignore Satoru’s, “Fuckin’ hell, baby,” rubbing your back immediately as he sees your vision glossing over.

The doctor gives a light laugh, clearly used to this type of behavior from her patients. “No problem, honey,” patting your knee once again, “How about you let papa take you out for a nice big lunch, hm? I have another patient coming in, I’ll see you soon. Congratulations.”

She leaves you both within the room, your fingers padding your eyes lightly, giggling at yourself as you greet him, “Hi, how’s work been so far?”

He’s still rubbing soothing circles along your back, finding it cute the way you were being overly emotional right now. 

His lips press to your temple, “Busy as hell. You’ hungry?”

You nod your head, taking his hand as you step off of the table as you hold your belly, a light gasp coming to your mouth as you begin waddling towards the door, thankfully not seeing the way Satoru holds back his laugh as you ramble on, “Baby! I saw this cute little restaurant not too far away when the chauffeur dropped me off, it had chicken tenders, Mexican food, burgers, all kinda stuff!…”

It’s not like your legs just stopped working, but he knows the added weight was probably hard to get used to. He chuckles as you speak, following after you as he opens the door for you both, letting you walk out first as he says, “That’s perfect, baby.”

It was in fact cuter on the inside. Small circular tables, thinly designed chairs, brown architecture and green plants hanging all around the ceiling as calming music played throughout the building. The bustle of people walking past brought a sense of comfort to you, your eyes trailing to the roses that sat decoratively along the table.

“Isn’t it so pretty?” You blink, giving a polite smile to the waiter that places tall glasses of lemon water along the table, giving you time to glance over the menu.

He could honestly care less about a restaurant’s interior. If they had the best burgers in the world, he was there, but the way you were glazed over at the interior, made the whole situation a little sweeter. 

He reaches across to hold your hand, giving a light squeeze to your fingers as he answers, “It’s pretty as fuck, baby, just like you.”

“Don’t be tryna distract me, boy. Why’d you leave work? I never called you,” you remind him, “Pregnancy doesn’t make me all ditzy and shit.”

He knew that question was coming, even if you were happy that he showed up. 

He shrugs, his thumb stroking your skin, “I was worried. You’ seen my big ass carrying that labor bag, I wanted to be there in case they induced you. Is that a crime?” he questions, “Plus, I needed a break from my annoying ass employees.”

“Oh, now they’re your annoying ass employees. You spoke so highly of them last night, what’d they do today to piss you off, Mr. Pharmacist?” You tease, accepting the fries they placed down in front of you that you ordered, taking one in your mouth, your stomach grumbling at the salty potatoes entering your system.

He reaches over to steal a fry—ignoring the way your hand smacks his—“One of them spilled a whole bottle of medication that’s hard as fuck to get again. Another one put some wrong information on a medical document. My third worker was late, and had no explanation why. So yeah, call me pissy. Don’t care.”

“Stuff happens, Satoru. Now imagine if your workers were irrational about you just ducking off the clock because you wanna have lunch with me? That isn’t fair to them,” you point out.

He pauses, listening to you as he gives a nod, chewing through the fry he had in his mouth. Satoru knew you had a point, and he respected the way you always made him realize those points. So he simply replies with, “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, baby.”

“I know I am,” you agree. You give an excited clap as they place down your nachos, craving Mexican food like no other. They also give Satoru his gourmet burger and fries, the man refusing to eat anything else at times. He was the pickiest person on the planet. 

You shake your head, “You and your beef. You’d be perfect as a pregnant woman, with excessive amounts of protein.”

“Shitt, to be able to take off work, wear whatever I want and crash out on somebody if they comment on my eating habits? Somebody call the government and start making pills to get men pregnant. Quickly.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, well, I don’t think you’d enjoy the luxury of having the doctor tell you they don’t want to force your induction, and you have to wait several more days to see if you’ll naturally go into labor.”

He leans back into his seat, placing his arms over his chest as he stares at you, “Damn, maybe you’re right. Being a woman is stressful—no offense.” He pauses, his own eyes glancing at the way you looked a little disappointed from the doctor’s words, not getting what you wanted. He leans forward, his hand reaching over the table to take one of yours, “Hey. She knows what she’s talking about. Baby girl will come when she’s ready. You’ll be a great momma, y’know that right?”

“Maybe she’s hiding in there cause she thinks imma’ be a bad momma,” you sigh, kneeling yourself on your elbow against the table, “You’ think babies can feel anxiety?”

He listens to you express your concerns, his jaw clenching. He knew you were nervous. You were carrying the product of you and him for months, you wanted everything to go perfectly. Satoru wanted that for you. But he also wanted you to stop being so hard on yourself, so he says, “Nah, baby, I don’t think she can feel your anxiety. She’s probably too busy listening to how amazing her momma’s heartbeat is, probably a lullaby to her.”

You exhale lightly, feeling a bit better at his words. On the other hand, you find yourself…gazing at your husband. His dark shades along his strident face, alabaster hair and muscular frame wanting to explode through his top. He made the table almost look small, and your mind flashes to memories of you…creating your bundle of joy, an entirely different Satoru in those times. You pull your fingers away as you put another nacho into your mouth, giving a weak smile, feeling the blush on your cheeks as you say, “You’re so sweet.”

He catches the way you stare at him. Your feline eyes blink slowly, your dark curls filling the roundness of your flushed cheeks.

He leans a little closer, his tone lowering as he says, “I’m sweet, huh?”

You didn’t have to wonder whether or not Satoru looked at you in the way you were currently staring, because it was a constant gaze in those arctic pupils. There was a time he’d fuck you anywhere. You could always feel his eyes on you, especially today as you wore an all white baby tee and yoga pants set, brown sandals complimenting your pedicure, the gold along the strap of your sandals matching the dermals on your lower back. The set clung itself to your frame, never ashamed of your body even within the pregnancy. Your child bearing hips, full ass, nipples protruding through your top. You were stunning.

You always feigned an innocence, giggly like a schoolgirl when he flirted as if he weren’t your husband. Your eyes glance up to him, “You’ wanna know what the doctor said?”

His eyes were practically glued to every part of you. He took notice of the pedicure with the little white flowers against your feet, the way your shirt hugged your frame perfectly, and how he could see your pretty brown skin through the white fabric. His grin meets your face, ignoring the way you tilt his chin up to keep his eyes on yours, “Tell me.”

“She suggested that sex might be a way of inducing my labor,” you rub your fingers along his ear, a habit of yours when you talked to him in close radius.

The way that those words slipped from your mouth, the tone of your voice, it had his mind in overdrive. 

He feels your fingers against his earlobe, and he almost loses himself at the touch, his jaw clenching, “How you’ feel about that?”

“Like I need to go home and confirm that on some physicians website. I mean, that sounds terrifying! What if you bump my baby girl's head? Is that too impossible to think about?” You scrunch up your nose.

He holds back his laugh as you seem so concerned about hurting the baby that way. He knows it’s an irrational fear, but it’s adorable nonetheless, his hand coming up to rub your cheek as he says, “Baby, you do realize she’s protected in your womb, right?”

You sigh lightly, “Mhm. I just wish she’d sit up more, she makes me feel like I have to pee every millisecond. Like now. And you need to get back to work,” you remind him.

He glances at his Chopard watch, knowing he had to leave. He loved spending time with you, but he did need to get back to work. He felt awful, but that’s what it was like owning a massive corporation— you didn’t always have a life outside work.

“I’ll probably be back a little late. You’ gonna miss me?”

You roll your eyes, accepting the pecks he presses along your mouth as you say in between them, “I always miss you, Daddy,” giggling as he raises an eyebrow at the nickname. 

He could feel himself losing restraint. You stand as you wrap your arms along his neck, Satoru lowering himself so you don't have to stand on your toes. He grunts as he smacks your ass, pressing a kiss to your jaw, not wanting to pull away. But he had to. So instead he gives a sigh, watching the chauffeur pull up to drop you off at home as he waved, “Later, baby.”

The rest of the day was mostly you laying in bed, rewatching American Horror Story and also pushing yourself to read another chapter of a book you’d been interested in. You also pushed yourself to do your usual routines of being a housewife, feeding your large black husky that didn’t do much besides holler and follow you around, or even tend to your garden outside. 

You thought about the doctor's words, and although you were a bit fearful of them, maybe a relaxing night between you and your husband wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Maybe it wasn’t about your concerns for the baby, maybe you were just nervous of having intimate time with him, considering it’d been a month without it. So, you had a plan. 

You waited until you heard your husky barking loudly at the door as it unlocked, meaning Satoru was home. You could hear his deep voice chastising the dog for her noises, dropping his keys along the counter like he always did. You lightly pad your feet along the cold floor, clutching the fluffy pink towel wrapped around your bare body as you peek around the corner at him.

He had dealt with so much work bullshit, and all he wanted was to take a hot shower and lay with you in bed. But the sight of you, dark curls pulled out of your face, natural freckles sprucing against your nose and cheeks, the pink contrasting with your brown skin, he was glaring at you.

“Was work that bad?” You poke fun, holding the towel at the top to keep it from falling.

He shakes his head, his eyes still glued to you. You looked so sexy, and he hadn’t touched you in weeks. He wanted you. He craved you. His eyes trail down your frame, taking notice of the curves along your legs, and he gives a grunt.

With a few quick strides, he’s standing in front of you, his large hands taking hold of your face as he answers, “Work was hellish, baby.”

“Mmm, I’m sorry,” you say, pressing a kiss against his palm, “Wanna come shower with me? I’ll scrub your back like you love.”

He exhales, almost sounding like a sigh of relief. A shower after his stressful ass day, and his wife? He didn’t argue the offer. The way you stood in front of him, your hands clutching the fluffy material against the curves of your body, it made his fingers itch. He needed you. He needed to touch you. 

“Yeah? You’ being all nice to me and shit, but I’m not complaining.”

You take his hand as you pull him down the hall, making your way towards the double doors of the bathroom. Satoru notices a pop of red along the floor, focusing his eyes in as he then realizes it’s a rose petal. When the door fully opens, candles sit all around the mesmerizing black clawfoot tub with golden feet, already filled with water that looks surprisingly warm. Not just red rose petals—but pink ones, lilies, sunflowers, colorful flowers overall floating atop of the water, swimming prettily.

You turn towards him, beginning to remove his watch as your warm face comes down, “I just thought maybe a relaxing night between us would be nice. You’ um…You’ like it? I used a lot of flowers from my garden so…I hope you do,” you nervously smile, pulling your hair behind your ear.

His eyes scanned the room. He could smell the sweet aroma of flowers, and the way the room was dimmed had his shoulders relaxing almost immediately. His eyes trailed the petals on the floor, realizing just how much effort you put into this.

“Baby, you shouldn’t have gone to this trouble. I should be doing shit like this for you.”

“It’s okay, I know you would have if you weren’t at work,” you place your palm against his cheek, “It wasn’t so bad, Storm helped me carry most of the stuff I needed anyways,��� you refer to the dog, “She slobbered on the stems, but I cut them anyway.”

He chuckles at the way you talk, knowing your dog was like your first child . He reaches over and pinches your cheek, “You and that husky of ours have a whole ass bond. But I appreciate this, baby, really. Is the water still warm? Need me to refill it for you?”

You shake your head, “Just need you to follow me in.” 

You raise on your toes, giving him a soft, tender kiss. As you come back down, you turn away, removing the towel from around you as you stride over to the tub, arching your bare body as you make your way in. 

You sink beneath the water as you ask, “You’ coming?”

He was practically mesmerized as you made your way to the tub. The way the candles illuminated along your skin, the water moving as you slid in, he was almost at a loss of words. But he couldn’t just stand there like an idiot. 

He smacks his lips, “You think I’m not?” making you giggle at the way he yanks his tie off, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Your eyes watch as his clothes drop to the floor, scanning the curve of his abs, how perfectly sculpted he was. Veins ran through his arms and fingers, flexing up and all the way down to his v-line that harshly dipped into the monster that sat between his legs. It made your eyes pull away a bit, seeing as he was already coming into the tub with you.

He knew he had your attention. The way you stared as he undressed, the way he caught your eyes taking notice of his body, he was confident. A little cocky, per usual. Especially when you looked away, almost as if you couldn’t look at him. He slips into the water across from you, his hands immediately taking hold of your hips as he pulls you onto his lap.

“Is it warm enough?” You question, wrapping your arms along his neck, adjusting yourself on top of him.

As you straddle him, his hands move along your thighs, holding onto you tightly. He’s already nodding as he answers, “Feels good, baby.”  

He brings you closer, burying his face in between your neck and collarbone, inhaling your scent deeply. He loved how you smelled. He loved everything about you. You take the pink sponge you had within the water, your other fingers gripping the nape of his hair along the back of his neck as you tilt his head, dipping the sponge deeper before squeezing it above him. You watch as his light hair darkens, pulling back out of his face to reveal him fully. 

“It’s getting close to that time of renewing our vows,” you remind softly.

Your touch felt good. He enjoyed it. The way you took care of him, the way your fingers worked through his white locks. He closes his eyes at the feeling, leaning a bit more into your touch. When you mention renewing your vows, his eyes flutter open, gazing directly into yours. 

He gives a grin, “Baby, I’d marry you thousands of times over and over again. I don’t give a fuck where we do it, you’re just indecisive.”

You sigh, “I know. I just want it to be as perfect as the first time…” you think to yourself, eyes lighting up as you suggest, “What about Singapore? Maybe only our parents and friends, make it small, explore the country, yeah?”

He lets you speak, knowing just how perfect you wanted everything to be. But honestly? Satoru didn’t care. The first wedding was nice, but you were the only thing that he truly cared about. He just enjoyed listening to you.

When you suggest Singapore for the renewal, he chuckles a little, “You know my parents will argue with that. They’ll want to host it somewhere fancy like Rome or something.”

“And Singapore isn’t?” You blink, “God, you really were raised bougie as fuck. My parents thought the Statue Of Liberty was the nicest thing they’d ever seen.”

Satoru couldn’t help but laugh a little at how you put it, knowing you weren’t entirely wrong. But he shakes his head, “Singapore is extravagant, but it’ll be like talking to a damn brick wall, trying to persuade them to even consider Singapore. They’ll probably suggest some damn castle in Europe.”

“It’s unfortunate for them that it’s our wedding, hm?” You tilt your head, “Your controlling ass parents gon’ have to suck it up. Cause I can be a bridezilla,” you roll your eyes, ignoring his chuckle against your lips as he kisses them.

“You’re their princess. They’ll put up with your crazy ass and plan the wedding where you want it. Me on the other hand? I don’t give a fuck if it’s in the middle of some street, as long as you walk down the aisle and say you still love me.”

You giggle as he tickles your neck with his lips, pulling yourself back and you’re inches away from his face. You sigh, “I love you.” 

Satoru raises an eyebrow, “You’ having a stroke or something?”

You roll your eyes, “I mean it.”

He grins at your eye roll, knowing you were playful. But when you tell him you mean it, his blue eyes shift into a softer, more serious expression.

 He brings his hands up, holding your face gently as you continue, “I just…appreciate you for being so patient with me. You love me, even if I cry because the sky’s blue.”

Your sincerity makes him want to melt. He didn’t care how many bags of potato chips he had to buy you, how many stuffed animals you wanted, or how many times you changed the sheets because your pregnancy hormones had you paranoid that the bed smelled weird. He could deal with it. He would deal with it. You were having his baby, carrying the most precious thing he’s ever had. He’d deal with you forever.

Satoru leans upwards, capturing your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. He pulls back, gazing at you as he says, “I’d go to the fuckin’ ends of the world for you.”

When he clutches you back against his mouth, it makes your heartbeat in your ears. You feel his nails dig into the skin of your hips, almost as if he’s trying to be soft with you. Key word—trying. You lightly pull your mouth back, breath hitching as he quickly wraps his fingers along the back of your neck, holding you close, your lips centimeters apart. 

“Satoru…”

The way you breathe his name, it almost made him lose his mind right there. The way your body pressed against his, the way you sat in his lap, it made it damn near impossible to hold back. He wanted you so bad. He’d wanted you the moment he walked through the door. He needed to make you his again.

“I’m hungry,” he grunts along your mouth, your eyes fluttering as you blink, his light ones deep within your vision. 

“Oh, um—“ you inhale, “Do you wanna stop? Want me to make you something?”

“Yeah. Open your fuckin’ legs.”

Your light gasp is swallowed by his mouth, his head twisting to the side, mouth overlapping as his tongue envelopes yours. Your shoulders fall, trying to get a grip along him as your body sinks lower within the warm water—the heat of the tub, the heat within your kiss, you feel fuzzy.

He pulls your mouth from his, clutching the side of your face as he questions, “Good, baby?” to which you nod your head, running your tongue over your bruised lips. He nods with a grunt at the confirmation, and it’s quick—you nearly lose your breath as he pulls you up by your hips, your small frame being bent along the rim of the tub, Satoru scooting your thighs above his face as he puts himself beneath you. 

“Hold the edge of the tub. Arch your back,” he orders, and you grip your hands against the black marble, lifting your hips high, his large palms cuffing you by the skin of your ass. You hesitate as you try to look beneath yourself, nearly wanting to roll your eyes as your belly is in the way of seeing his face.

You stand on your toes beneath the water, legs lightly shuddering as you say, “Don’t wanna hurt you, baby…”

You grip the edge, biting your lip as you feel him spank your ass, rubbing the skin to soothe the sting it gives. 

“Pussy is fuckin’ pretty, baby. Can I taste you?”

You let one of your hands gently reach down, pushing your weight onto his palms as you clutch a lock of his hair. You nod your head as you exhale shakily, “…Yes, please.”

He grunts, his tongue flattening as he drags it up the entirety of you, the rush of pleasure unexpected as you immediately tense. You can feel the vibration of his chuckle at your reaction, holding you tighter as his warm breath fans against your slick folds. He spreads you farther, his tongue darting out, licking another slow stripe up your slit before circling your clit with the tip. 

It’s his moan that makes your lashes flutter, it’s like a candy he’d been rewarded with. You whimper as he spanks you again, “Fuck, baby. You taste like heaven,” he’s already stuffing his face in between your legs, pulling you down as he’s lapping at your clit like an animal, making the flesh even more wet from the arousal that’s collecting on your pussy.

“O—oh shit,” you gasp lightly, clutching his hair tighter, your legs shuddering more than before. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, soft and throbbing as it rubs against his lips, being tugged at each time he sucks in between his mouth. His jaw nudges at the opening of your walls, your legs beginning to tighten on each side of his face.

“Baby, you're dripping,” he groans in between licks, his voice muffled against your pussy, “Oh my god, shit is so fuckin’ sexy. Give me more.”

“Baby—w—wait,” you pull at his hair harder, your arousal beginning to spread in all parts of your mind, knowing he was desperately trying to pull that side of you that didn’t normally appear. 

He raises one of his hands as he orders, “Come hold it. Not gonna let you run from my mouth, so imma’ ask nicely for now.” 

You nearly pout, taking one of your hands as you reach back and intertwine your fingers together, Satoru placing it back against the skin of your ass, fully holding you in place, eating you out just how he wanted to. 

Your moans fill the air as he continues to devour your pussy, sucking and licking with reckless abandon. He buries his face deeper, inhaling your scent deeply as he laps at your juices, drinking in every drop he can get.

"Mmmmph...need you to ride my face baby," he moans, that pleading voice beginning to get to you. He always knew how to knock your walls down. His hands grip your hips tightly as he begins motioning them in a thrusting motion, pulling you harder against his mouth to make you grind on him, whimpering to you,  “C’mon, baby. C'mon, cmon. please.”

With each beg, his tongue begins to reach for your squelching opening, probing at your inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your head kneels back as you arch, moaning as you pull yourself towards him, whimpering with him as you quietly ask, “Put your tongue in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you like that?” 

“Y—yeah, ‘toru,” you whine softly, digging your nails within your own skin, the same hand that’s trapped under his.

He parts his mouth wider, giving your clit a good suck before he slides his face down, exhaling heavily as he sticks his tongue out, sliding you down on it, feeling as it curls within your walls to touch against your most sensitive spot. The both of you moan out, your eyes turning to the mirror of the bathroom as you see yourself—arched against his mouth, hair sprawled over your face as you angle yourself perfectly to grind on his tongue.

You’re becoming hornier by the second, taking your hand from under his that was trapped as you go back to holding his hair. Your giggle is sultry as you move your hips forward, circling them down onto his mouth as you whimper, “Want me to fuck down on your mouth baby? Tell me.”

“Yeah, baby. Need you to drench my fuckin’ mouth,” he groans deeply, shaking his head side to side, spanking you at your words. This is just what he wanted from you. 

He continues to feast on your pussy, his tongue delving deeper inside you, exploring every inch. Your moans echo through the bathroom, spurring him on as he laps at your juices, savoring your unique flavor.

"Fuck,”  he gasps, “You’ taste so. Fuckin’. Good…” he’s thrusting his tongue in and out of you with each word, mimicking the act of penetration. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, causing your legs to tremble and your grip on his hair to tighten.

"You like that, baby?" he pants, his breath hot against your core, “Like when I tongue-fuck this pretty little pussy?"

Your response is a desperate whine, your hips bucking involuntarily to meet his tongue. Your velvety walls clench around the invader, creaming as he savors your taste. He's relentless, spearing in and out, stretching you open more and more. 

"Take what you need from me, baby. This is your fuckin’ mouth, make it yours.” 

His nose presses into your clit, rubbing it with each powerful thrust of his tongue. He starts moving it in and out slowly, but your hips are grinding chaotically, also savoring your tightness and relishing the feel of your inner muscles clenching around him. His hands are back to gripping your ass firmly, keeping you in position as he eats you out aggressively. 

“Gonna make you cum so hard on my tongue, baby. Milk it for me..."

Your juices coat his chin and neck as he devours you, slurping and sucking greedily. He can't get enough of your taste, your scent even filling his senses. Your hair is flying all over your face and down your back, your head falling back as you’re moaning pathetically, dipping your hips down, almost like you’re dancing atop of him. 

He’s going, “Mhmmm, mhmmm, yeah. Like that. Yes. Moan louder. Shit, baby..." he murmurs against your slick folds, "Love seeing you lose control like this."

He doubles his efforts, tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive bud before wrapping his lips around it and suckling hard. The vibrations from his moans send shivers down your spine as he works to push you closer to the edge. His strong hands grip your ass even tighter, spreading your cheeks wide to access your dripping entrance better.

You can only see the side of his face from the mirror, your craving for him is beginning to heighten, and now, you’re hungry. You pull yourself back from his mouth, looking at him through the mirror as you sultrily talk, “You want me to cum all in your mouth, baby? Beg.”

He looks up at you with lust-filled eyes, the brightest irises you’d ever seen somehow darkening. 

“P—please, baby,” he begs, his voice low and needy, "I want to taste you when you're flooded. Keep going, give it to me. Fill my mouth with your cum, let me drink you down."

You begin grinding slowly against his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he moans. You tell him with a shake to your head, “You can do better than that, Daddy. C’mon…wanna hear you mean it, ‘toru. Wanna cum all over your face baby,” you whimper, toying with him, “C’mon baby, beg me, please…” you reach down, beginning to rub your clit, “Don’t wanna cum all alone…” 

His eyes snap open, blazing with a hunger so intense it makes your breath hitch. He pulls back slightly, his chest heaving as he gazes up at you with raw desperation.

"F—Fuck, baby, please," he rasps, his voice thick with desire, "Let me make you cum. Let me cover my face in you. I need it, need to feel you coming apart on my tongue, in my mouth. Please, baby, let go for me..."

“So greedy, baby boy…” you nod your head, placing your clit back on his mouth, breathless as you pull his jaw down, “Put your tongue back in me, make me cum so I can sink down on your dick after.”

He lets out a guttural moan against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending shivers through you. He plunges his tongue back inside you, fucking you with it as he suckles your clit.

The both of you moan together, back to grinding on his mouth, your whines long and high-pitched as you feel your lower body jolting, orgasm coming in harsh waves as you cum within his mouth. Your moan gasps into a giggle as he spanks you in repetitions, tugging you back down to be on his lap. Some of the water had begun to drain, and you could see the hard strain of his tip, a bright pink, painful between his legs as it dripped pre-cum.

You pull him into a kiss, sloppily running your tongue against his mouth, lips parted wide as you ask between making out with him, “Want me to sink on it, baby?”

He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he looks up at you with wild, desperate eyes. His voice is hoarse when he speaks, "Yes, fuck yes... put that shit in, it’s so fuckin’ hard for you…”

He places a gentle palm along your swollen belly, to which you pull away and place on the back of your neck as you quietly assure him, “I’m okay.” 

He grunts as he kisses your forehead—he was always concerned. You reach down as you run your hand along his tip, slapping it in between your clit and opening as you stick your tongue out, “Kiss me, baby,” whimpering, begging,  “Gimme’ your mouth.”

He leans in, capturing your lips, returning the nasty kiss you’d given him earlier, dominating your mouth that has your neck fall back a bit. He clutches your neck closer, keeping your lips together as his tip spreads your pussy open, sinking your hips lower, dropping down onto his rigid length. You gasp into the kiss as he fills you completely, stretching you in a delicious pain around his fat girth. 

He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he looks down at where you’re joined, watching intently as he gives you a slow thrust upwards as he gasps, "Shit, baby... so tight... fuck."

You wrap your arms around him, hiding your face within his neck as you dig your fingers in his hair, voice tiny, high-pitched as you cry softly against him, pouting into his ear, “Ughn, Satoru….”

He holds you close, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other grips your hip tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he listens to your whimpers. 

“That’s it baby—agh,” he whimpers himself, bouncing you down onto his dick, always close to splitting you in half, “Just relax baby—mmph,” he’s moaning pitifully with you, listening to the sounds of your skin clap together, tears brimming your eyes as you clutch him tighter. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through both of you. He groans, low and guttural, as he buries his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "Fuck, baby... you feel so good... so fuckin’ perfect..." he growls, his breath hot against your ear.

He continues to pound into you relentlessly, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last. Your cries and whimpers fill the air, mingling with his own groans of pleasure. He can feel your walls clenching around him, trying to milk his dick for all it's worth.

"Ah, fuck yeah... that's it, baby," he pants, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency, the water from the tub splashing high each time. "Take it all, every inch... hnngh."

As he picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he rasps, his voice strained with lust. "Gonna make a fuckin’ mess?”

You dig your face farther into his neck, your cheeks warm, tears dripping from your eyes as you groan lowly, “Agh—gh—fuck,” you sniffle, “Deeper, go d—deeper…”

His grip on your hips tightens, fingers sinking into your flesh as he responds to your plea. He takes both palms back to your ass, spreading the skin to open you up more, pulling you up until you’re barely along his tip, dropping you back down, skin burning as it sticks together from the creaming you’re spouting out. It makes you gasp, clawing at him as you place your fingers within your mouth, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. But it also makes you extremely wet.

You bring your face up, placing your hands along his hard stomach as you begin picking up your own hips, slamming them down against him. You see as that makes his head tilt back against the edge, holding you tighter as he helps you fuck him, his moan dragging out, pausing through each drop of your hips. His adam’s apple bobs severely, hair pulled out from his face, dark pink lips bruised as he grits his teeth.

His chest heaves with ragged breaths, muscles flexing beneath your palms as he meets each of your downward thrusts with an upward grind of his hips. The angle changes, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside you with unerring precision, stretching you wide and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Fuuuck, baby..." he growls, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Ride me just like that... Take what you need..."

His hands slide down to grasp your thighs, thumbs digging into the sensitive skin as he guides your movements, encouraging you to lose yourself in the rhythm, in the feeling of being so completely filled and owned by him. The water churns around you, a frothy mix of sweat and soap, as you both surrender to the intensity of your passion.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” You question, your small and cute voice making his tip jump inside of you. You look him directly in his eyes, placing your hands on your breasts as you rub your sensitive nipples, bouncing up and down against him.

“They’re so sensitive…” you whimper, “Wanna touch them? Might make me cum…”

“Let me suck on them, pretty. Know that’ll make you cum.”

He comes forward, but you push him back, wrapping your fingers along his throat, squeezing as you begin swirling your hips on top of him, “I missed when you begged me, where’s my needy boy? I miss him,” you whine, palming your nipples harder, feeling as his abdomen tightens.

He lets out a choked gasp as you tighten your grip on his throat, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Right h—here baby," he rasps, his voice muffled slightly by your fingers. 

"Need you so bad... Want to feel you cum on my dick…” His hips buck up sharply, driving himself deeper inside you as he strains against your hold, desperate for more friction, more pressure. "Don't stop, don't ever stop…” he begs, his body trembling with the force of his impending climax.

“Don’t want me to stop, baby?” You’re lifting your hips slowly, dropping them down harshly, the loud sound echoing in the bathroom, your giggle evil, moaning messily as you feel yourself beginning to cum on his tip.

“N—no, baby—Don't stop—“ his deep voice cracks with desperation as he feels your walls clenching around him. 

“Ooooh, yes, baby,” your own voice is failing the control you want to give, your walls tight as they suck him in deeply. The sensation of your orgasm soaking his dick is too much to bear, and with a grunt, he buries his face between your breasts, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he surrenders to his own release.

He listens to you first, holding you close as you let out a breath, not expecting it to turn into a sob, squirting heavily, the gush of it all drenched in between his continuous thrusts as you gasp, “I’m cumming, I’m cummingg.“

You can’t help but want to see his vulnerable side one last time as you talk to him, “Cum in me, pretty boy. Cum in me, Daddy. Please.” 

He groans, his hips jerking erratically as he plunges deeper, chasing his climax. Your words, the desperate plea in your voice—it all shatters what little restraint he has left. He softly cries out, slamming into you one final time, his dick pulsing as he warms your insides with his cum.

As the aftershocks subside, he collapses onto you, his weight a comforting press against your skin. His breath hitches as he tries to regain composure, but the tremors running through him betray his vulnerability.

 "Baby..." he whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "That was... fuck, I needed that."

His fingers trace gentle patterns on your hip, a soothing caress meant to comfort both of you.

You don’t want to ruin the moment, lifting your face up as you give him a soft peck, leaning your head on his neck as you say, “Love you, ‘toru.” 

He holds you close, just enjoying the peaceful moment together. He whispers against the skin of your neck, “I love you too, baby. So much.” 

He doesn’t bother moving, even though the water has started to turn lukewarm. He wants to stay right here with you, holding you close. But eventually, he lifts his head, looking down at you as he asks, “You ready to get out before we prune up?”

Your face is warm again, nodding along his skin as you say, “Gotta pee,” as usual.

The moment the words leave your lips, he can’t help but laugh a little. He gives a chuckle, “Of course you fuckin’  do.”

You slept more often than usual in these last few months, but this had to have been the heaviest you’d slept of all. You were trapped under Satoru’s heavy arm, who snored unfortunately close in your ear. But it was somehow soothing. The love you shared for this man was like no other. 

But when you wake up within the middle of the night, you feel yourself beginning to cramp, and it’s more irritating than anything. You’re too tired to get up and take your medicine, trying to force yourself back into sleep. But the cramps become more intense, and it makes you whimper lightly from the pain, holding your belly with your palm. You decide it was time to get up, lifting Satoru’s arm as you slowly slip out of bed.

“You’ alright, baby?” His deep voice calls, still half asleep.

“Just gonna go pee,” you tell him, pressing your feet into your slippers, ignoring your dog that lightly whines, nudging your body in support as you fully stand.

Even as he was half-asleep, he was still paying attention. When you told him you had to go pee, he grumbled a little, rolling onto his back. He felt cold without you in his arms, and he wanted you back immediately.

You take a deep breath as the cramps run through your entire body, worsening with each step. You frown as you clutch the material of your oversized shirt, just wanting to make it to the bathroom. But as you take another step, you feel a heavy pressure in between your legs, and you look down to see as fluid rushes down your legs, dripping onto the floor. Your heart could’ve stopped. 

You’d been to several classes, read pamphlets, researched—even Google couldn’t stop you from your reaction when you weren’t supposed to panic. 

Your body trembles as you scream, “Gojo!” 

He grunts, “Jesus, baby. I know you’re fond of screaming my name but—“

He turns, seeing the fear within your eyes, looking down to see the fluid sliding down your legs. He thought he was a man that wasn’t afraid of anything, but this was more than what nightmares were made of. 

“Oh shit.”

[marblesarelost]

Trying out Patio

Tagging @staff

So just mucking about with it a bit this morning and it actually seems pretty interesting, pretty cool; a quick glance and I can see what's up with everything/everyone I actually interact with here on the Hellsite (affectionate).

Thing is, I'm not seeing anywhere to actually compose a post. There's no little bar above the feeds to choose from or anything. It's just feeds, so I had to come back to regular Tumblr to write this.

Am I just missing it? Overlooking it?

Because honestly, I can see myself using this if I have the ability to compose posts as well. I'm not sure how it would work on mobile, as I usually compose things on desktop and just reblog w/maybe some commentary and tags on mobile.

I don't know if you'll even see this, guys, but I had to try.

Thanks,

Marbles

P.S. Please fix the search function. It's like pulling teeth to find my own original writing in my own archive. Thanks.

P.P.S. @thebibliosphere you started messing with this last night -- do you see a compose button anywhere on the Patio feeds? Am I just missing it somehow?

[kittysamzkewlz19]

Medusa Ex Makina

Chapter 1: Welcome to Mordhaus

Rated: M for Mature

Warnings: Peeping toms, a bit of canon typical misogyny, slapstick violence

Author’s note: Finally, new content for Makina! Are the boys a bit ooc, possibly? I’m really going for a mix of canon and my interpretations for the boys. Any feedback in the replies would be appreciated. -w-;;

The klokateers began unloading Makina’s belongings and escorting the young fletchling metal artist around the haus. Nathan and the band agreed to let Makina stay with them, but of course there was a bit of hesitancy from his bandmates. “I mean does she really have to stay in her own room, couldn’t she share one with you?” Murderface complained, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the newly cleaned out room. “Fuck no! I don’t want her in my personal space.” The others mumbled in agreement. “I am just hopes she put in good furnintures. And its not too girlys and pinks.” Skwisgaar said as he fidgeted with his guitar. “I don’t think you’d need to worry, she’s kind of goth looking. I bet you she’s got a few band posters.” Pickles blurted out. “Excuse me sires, her furniture has arrived.” A klokateer stated, the band moved a bit out of the way to see what kind of objects would arrive. First came a black mahogany cabinet, then came a large black and red dresser that had intricate rose vines on the sides, a slick black computer desk with a black and red leather gaming chair, a red heart shaped vanity mirror, and a Victorian style bed frame with black sheer princess curtains fastened by small silver demon skulls. “Told ya so.” Pickles said in a smarmy manner. But that’s where the normal furniture ended and the weirder things came in. Next was a stone statue of cerberus, a marble black replica of Adonis with demon-like features, and a life sized coffin shelf with a lid. It wasn’t too bad, after all they have demonic statues all over Mordland. However, what really caught their eyes were a few picture frames with their posters inside. “Oh shit, we better not have another ‘Trindle’ situation on our hands.” Murderface cautioned. That name alone made Nathan’s toes curl, especially when their last encounter resulted in her exploded face landing on his lips. He silently prayed that Makina wasn’t going to be as obsessive. More Klokateers arrived and placed some unopened boxes in her room as Makina walked towards them with one klokateer presenting her with her new living quarters. “Any further questions, my liege?”

”Not really but, wow you guys got a lot of facilities!”

”Then I’ll leave you to unpack your things, if you need any assistance just call for us.” Makina was awkwardly silent, she looked directly at Nathan and shyly waved. He tilted his head in confusion and slightly waved back. She then went straight into her new room and closed the door behind her. “Maybes we shoulds gives her space?” Toki suggested, but the others ignored him and slowly peaked behind the doorway. Makina took out her phone, tapped a few buttons, and placed it on the dresser. It began playing ‘Kill You’ by Snakes and Barrels. “Whoa, deep cut!” Nathan whispered. Pickles was more baffled than anything, meanwhile Murderface was trying to push past Skwisgaar to see what was happening. Makina then pulled out a swiss army knife hidden from her boot and cut open one of the boxes. She began placing the items around the room. From very cool anime statues, to a plastic black skull with pink gems in its eyes, she had quite the eclectic collection. Another box opened and she began setting up a fancy looking desktop computer. She kept opening boxes and setting up her room till she was finally down to the posters. Makina took a good look at them and sighed. ‘It would be embarrassing as hell if I put these up. I live with them now, god they’d think I’m one of those fans. Hmm… I’ll put them in the closet.’ She opened her cabinet and placed it in the very back. The band still watching with judgemental eyes whispered a collective sigh of relief. Makina stretched and grabbed her phone off of the dresser, pausing the music, and took off her boots. She layed on her new bed, cuddling a little demonic kitten plush and began scrolling on her phone while the others kept watching on. Murderface couldn’t take it anymore and walked back a few steps before ramming his body straight into Skwisgaar. Like a domino, the tall swede hit his face on Makina’s door with a loud thump. It opened wide and Makina turned to face the men sheepishly staring at her, Skwisgaar was entirely face planted into the floor. Makina hid the kitty plush and sat up straight as if she was caught in some trouble. She looked down at Skwisgaar and hid her smile with her hand, not wanting to laugh at the egotistical guitarist. “Uh… Are you guys good there?” The band silently nodded, the air became unnecessarily tense. “Well, off to jack off. Nice room bud.” Murderface blurted out, walking away from the awkward situation he caused. “Yeah and I needs to find… somethings for my… watch? Oh looks I founds it Ok bye!” Toki swiftly escaped behind Murderface. Pickles and Nathan helped Skwisgaar get off the floor, “Um… snacks are in the kitchen if you want any.” Pickles added as he helped his band mates out of Makina’s room. Makina nods and watches the men fumble about as they exit into the hallway, closing her door. “Well thats ams embarassings. Way to go Murderface.” Skwisgaar yelled as Murderface rolled his eyes. “I thought for sure she would have taken her shirt off.”

”That was not why we were spying on her.” Nathan stated, “Right guys?” The room was dead silent with a pregnant pause, “Wow, you’re all so mature.” They all ended up waltzing into the living room and plopped down on the scattered couches. “Looks on the brights sides, she’s ams not crazys or too girlies! I thinks shes cools.”

”Yeah, but then again you never know Toki. We’ll just have to wait and see.” Pickles stated as he leaned back into the couch.

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Makina’s mind began to circle, ‘Were they testing me to see how metal I am? Oh god did they see the posters?! Well at least they didn’t see these little guys.’ Makina sat up and hopped off the bed and tiptoed over to the other side of the room, she ripped up the tape from one little box she had yet to open. Inside were a whole slew of Dethklok memorabilia; CDs, photo cards, and magazines. But the largest items in the box were a set of 12 inch plushies of Dethklok; each one had little colorful printed dot eyes, yarn like hair and a soft plush fabric texture. Makina lovingly petted each doll on the head and lifted the Skwisgaar one. She cuddled the plush close to her face, rubbing it like a cat would. “They’ll never know about you babies.” Makina cooed as she carefully placed all 5 of the dolls in her wardrobe along with the rest of the merchandise, planting a little kiss on each plush’s forehead. She silently hoped that none of Dethklok, let alone her mentor, would ever find out about her fanaticism for them. Makina would rather be buried alive than for that to happen. Finally her room was complete. But now a new problem arose, what to do next. Pickles did say there was food in the kitchen, maybe a light snack would ease her mind. As she opened her door, Makina realized how large her newfound home was. Not like the small apartment she had been living in before. Even after the tour, she still felt as if she could get lost. The kitchen shouldn’t be too far from where she was, right? Just so she wouldn’t get more lost, Makina dug into her hoodie pockets and found an old receipt. Closing the door, she placed the receipt in between the door frame, making sure it stuck out like a tiny flag. ‘That ‘oughta do it.’ Makina thought to herself triumphantly. ‘Now to find the kitchen!’ With determination, Makina began wandering down the brick and mortar halls of the death metal castle.

One door led to a public bathroom with a large ornate fountain in the center and a slew of urinals that spanned every inch of the walls. Another door led to a small workout room that only ever seemed to be touched by klokateers. And another door led to one of the largest libraries Makina had ever seen, but every door she opened seemed to be the wrong one and at this rate she could be wandering the halls forever. Then she spotted a familiar sight, the receipt hanging from her door frame. ‘Shit, I went around in a complete circle! How did I do that?!’ Makina was easily ready to call it quits, there was no way she was ever going to find something as simple as the kitchen at this rate. When in a flash, she remembered something. Opening up the door to her room, placing the receipt back in her pocket, she swung open her wardrobe, and dug through her Dethklok memorabilia. “Hell yeah, it’s still intact!” Makina exclaimed, lifting an old brochure in the air as if it was a hidden treasure in a video game. Opening up the brochure it read;

“Fan Day: 2006. Welcome to Mordland. Home of world famous death metal band, Dethklok. This map will help you navigate the areas of Mordhaus we will allow you to see.”

Makina quickly took a picture of the map on her phone and gingerly put it back amongst her other memorabilia. “Hopefully this map will be accurate enough.” she quietly hoped. Replacing the receipt in the door frame, she opened her phone’s gallery to the map as she began to follow it. Left, right, left again, straight, turn left again. She looked up from her phone and finally made it to an unfamiliar door. It was much larger than the other doors she had seen so far, like the entrance of a throne room. Excitingly she opened it, only to be met with slight disappointment. Inside was a room full of marine life, and to the side was a humongous black and red bed with large razor blades in the back. There were gentle hues of blue and green lights mixed with the golden glows of the octopus fixtures above each window, and a few fish swam in circles amongst the massive tanks. But the most beautiful thing Makina saw was the peach glow of the sunset that shimmered through a red stained glass window, twinkling like a thousand fairy lights. As fantastical as the room was, it still wasn’t the kitchen. Makina closed the door to the room and tried following the directions again. Left, right, left again, straight, this time going right instead of left. Another door, ‘Please let this not be a bedroom.’ As if fate itself had jinxed her, poor Makina was once again fooled. This was instead a stereotypical office, styled as if it was from 1983. The time capsule of an office had a large desk with a window looking out towards the golf course field down below. There were frumpy orange leather couches that look like they haven’t been sat in for ages, a few miscellaneous wooden award plaques, and a large steel shelf with an assortment of ikea lamps. ‘Definitely, not the kitchen. This must have been where that famous manager of theirs used to work. I wonder where he is now?’ Makina took one more look around, examining one of the plaques that read, “1st place, Charles Foster Offdensen, 1985 National fencing tournament”. Makina exited the room disappointed. ‘If this keeps up I’m going to lose my head. Let’s try one more time.’ Right, left, right again, straight, then turn right. The sounds of a eurobeat song can faintly be heard, following the melody of a remixed Fur Elise, Makina sighed in relief to find her way to the recreational living room.

The music came from Toki playing a DanceDance Revolution arcade machine, she was stunned to see him practically break dancing on the console. “Oh hey, glad to see you came out of your room.” Makina turned around to face Pickles, relaxed on the couch with his arms spread open, leaning into the vampiric sofa with a bottle of beer in his right hand. Pickles beckoned Makina to come and sit next to him. “Yeah, I just got… really super lost. This place is like a palace maze and I still couldn’t find the kitchen.”

“Really now, it’s not that hard!”

“That’s ‘cause you lived here longer than me, I just got here.” Makina pouted, Pickles tried to hold in his laughter. “Geez kiddo, do we have to give you a GPS or something?” Makina whipped out her phone with the picture of the map she was using, Pickles bursted out with a guffaw and a small set of tears began to form from his eyes. “Oh god, you’re killing me! You- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Makina’s face turned bright red, “I’m sorry, this was the only thing I had to go off of!”

“No no, it’s- cough, holy shit. That thing was from over a decade ago. We’ve done a few renovations since then.”

“How was I supposed to know that!?” Makina yelled with frustration and embarrassment. Pickles patted her on the back, “Relax Makina, we should have been more upfront is all.” The music from Toki’s game had died down as the brunette wiped his brow. He walked toward the pair and sat next to Makina gleefully. “Hi Makis!” Toki beamed as the conversation shifted towards him. Makina’s eyes widened, “Oh hi Toki, I didn’t think you would be so casual.”

“Casuals, I thoughts we coulds bes more friendlies withs each others since you ams new in da house. We ams roomies nows!” Makina placed a hand over her mouth, her face flushed again, ‘Oh god, the fanbooks were true. Toki can be a real sweetheart!’ she thought to herself. “That’s really kind of you, it was just unexpected is all. No one has called me Maki before.” Pickles took a swig from his beer, “I thought for sure that your friends would’ve done that.” Makina looked away from the two musicians and down at her own hands. “Not really. I mean, the nickname they gave me eventually became my stage name, Medusa. But I don’t mind being called Maki, I actually find it refreshing.” Pickles couldn’t comprehend the tinge of sadness in her voice, but he knew they must have hit a nerve of some kind. “Anyway, uh… where did everyone else go?” Makina said inquisitively as she attempted to change the subject. “Skwisgaar wents to his rooms, Moidaface and Nathans are in da kitchens.” Makina’s ears perked up, her eyes twitched a little bit, “Toki, could you do me a favor and lead me to the kitchen. I’ve been trying to find it all day.” Pickles gave a small hand gesture to Toki behind Makina’s back and he nodded, “Sure Makis, it ams easys to finds!” the Norseman said with glee. He grabbed Makina’s hand and began leading her towards the kitchen.

“Sees it ams just over heres!” Toki exclaimed, he pointed towards a large double door, much like the ones Makina had seen before. They opened to find a silvery chrome tiled floor, a big saw blade table and chair set, and to either side of the walls were large cupboards and kitchen appliances. To Makina’s right, there was another beautiful red stained glass window shining down. It seemed that the twilight was slowly seeping in as its shine was much duller than earlier that day. Makina turned around to see how far away she was from the living room, to her left she could see her room door just in the distance with the small receipt flag still sticking out of her door frame. Instinctively Makina bapped her head with a small smack. “It was only a few doors down?!” Makina gritted her teeth, holding back her anger. “Yeps, tolds ya it was easys.” Toki said with a chipper tone. Nathan and Murderface turned to see Makina and Toki looming around the doorway. “Hey, good of you to finally come out of your room Makina.” Murderface called out. Makina sighed and waved back, “We’ve been trying to get this open and it’s really fucking stuck.” Murderface pointed at the brown jug on the table, it was a fancy growler of craft beer with a Brazilian label. “Yeah, shit’s really stuck.” Nathan chimed in, “Oh, that’s whys yous guys been takings so longs.” Makina examined the jug more carefully and saw that there was a silver ring connected by 2 small metal hinges on either side, the cork had a red ring around the bottom near the mouth of the jug as it connected to the metal bits. “I wanted to use my knife to smash it open, but somebody didn’t want me to.” Murderface sneered at Nathan, “It’s the only fucking one of it’s kind, they don’t make this type anymore!” Suddenly, POP! The men turned to see Makina and the growler wide opened, it’s fizzy contents were sprayed all over her fingers. She wiped her soppy beer hands on her jacket. “How’d you do that?” Nathan questioned in surprise. “It’s a swing handle, you squeeze it really hard and it pops like champagne.”

“Holy shit, how’d you figure that out so fast?!” Murderface interjected, “My dad and I lived above a rock and roll bar, it was owned by his friend and he taught me beer stuff.”

“Wowee, was theres evers anys live shows at thems bars?” Makina nodded, “That’s how I got into metal.” She turned back to the jug, and gestured to Murderface and Nathan. “You might wanna wipe that down, the neck is a bit sticky.” She stepped aside so that the two men could pour a few glasses of beer. “Uh… you want any?” Murderface offered Makina a glass, “Murderface, no! She’s just a kid!”

“Am not, I’m an adult thank you very much! And yes, I’ll take one!” Nathan’s eyes widened, “Hang on, no fucking way. When were you born?” Murderface handed Makina a glass of beer and she chugged half it down. “October 31st, 1985, during the witching hour!”

“Ooh, watch out. We got a spooky bitch in Mordhaus.” Murderface teased playfully as he wiped the beer from his mustache. Makina rolled her eyes, “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

“Hangs on a minutes, you ams a year older than Tokis? That’s imposkables!” Makina turned back to Toki with a look of shock in her eyes. Before she could retort, a klokateer walked in, “Sires, dinner is ready in the main hall.”

“Fuck yeah finally!” Murderface cheered as Toki followed suit. Makina watched on wistfully, thinking to herself that she’d probably get a separate dinner time from the band. Nathan patted her on the shoulder, “You too kid.” Makina shyly nodded and walked behind Nathan as they made their way to the dining room.

The amps and guitars that surrounded the walls were a major juxtaposition to the more medieval decor around the room. There was a long steel dining room table with red and black accents and 5 embellished blade chairs surrounding it. Skwisgaar was fiddling away at his guitar and across from him Pickles greeted the 4 of them. Toki excitedly sat next to the blonde, much to his chagrin. Murderface ran as fast as he could to sit next to Pickles and Nathan sat at the head of the table. Makina began to back away slowly, she didn’t want to cause the band any more trouble in accommodating her. One more step back and she bumped into the chest of a very tall, intimidating klokateer. Their meer stature sent shivers up her spine, as well as the large burn scar on his left forearm. “Sires, where do you want the girl placed?” The klokateer asked, “Oh right, umm… put a chair at the end of the table.” Nathan suggested as he pointed to the other head of the table. The klokateer bowed their head and left to find another chair. Makina moved to the side of the door as more klokateers came with cloches of food on little bellhop carts. Behind them was a man that shook Makina to her core, a zombie looking figure wearing a gray head chef’s uniform. Makina was used to seeing the undead in movies and haunted houses, she knew those actors used makeup and practical special effects, not this guy. His horrifying visage and slow movements almost made her want to scream in fear, but she pursed her lips so as to not cause a scene. The walking corpse’s head snapped looking directly at Makina and started to walk closer, he smelled of smoke and fire as if he was grilled alive. Makina walked back further into the corner of the dining hall until she was completely trapped by the ghoulish man closing in on her. She tried to put on a brave face so that Dethklok wouldn’t call her a coward, and out of pure instinctive adrenaline… BAM! Makina had uppercutted the cadaver in the face, sending him flying 2 feet away from her. All eyes were on Makina as the chef fell to the floor. “Medusa, what was that for?!” Murderface shouted angrily, “That guy is our personal chef, Jean-Pierre!”

“Yeah, that’s our chef!” Pickles added. “I-I’m so sorry! I thought he was going to bite me!”

“I would never do such a barbaric thing mademoiselle, I simply wanted to properly introduce myself to you.” Jean-Pierre said while dribbling saliva from his lower jaw. “My deepest apologies chef, I didn’t expect you to um… well…”

“Look the way I do? Compréhensible, I was never the same after the dethcopter accident. But I am very thankful to be alive, even though I was shoddily sewn back together.” Makina knelt down to help Jean-Pierre from the ground and properly shook his hand. The Frenchman lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it politely. The klokateer from earlier came back with another chair and had set it down. Makina followed Jean-Pierre as he pulled out her chair for her, she sat down and a servant poured a glass of red wine in a shiny silver goblet. The cloches opened and revealed a gourmet 5 star meal of; 2 lamb chops with a juniper berry garlic sauce, sliced and roasted yukon potatoes in duck fat, caprese salad with the freshest mozzarella cheese drizzled with a homeblend vinaigrette, and a cup of cheesy penny bun mushroom risotto. Nathan lifted his glass, “I don’t usually do shit like this, so uh… To Makina. Welcome to Mordhaus.” Makina lifted her glass to air the toast going around. She then looked directly at Skwisgaar, eyeing how silent he was throughout the whole time she had been near him. Even at Doom-opolis, he had been utterly silent. But why? The lingering thought was pressed into the back of her mind as she began to feast along with the band, that was a worry for a different day. For now, Makina’s only worry was to enjoy the newfound company of Dethklok.

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about me.

uh. fuck idk what to put here. howdy! you can call me v, or literally any name that starts with the letter v idc, and this is my blog! currently, all of the content here will be related to creepypasta, marble hornets, slashers, and dead by daylight but maybe one day in the future i will branch out and write for other fandoms. i’m 20 and i’m fine with any pronouns. 

i could honestly talk about myself for hours uh. i’m a big fan of video games and horror related stuff! i also really like music (as seen through the fact that the desktop site of my blog has a music player) and have a habit of assigning songs to random creepypastas for no real reason. i’m always open to song recs, and i might recommend a few songs myself!

uhhhh idk if it's obvious or not but i'm a big fan of dbd!! so if u ever wanna play together just ask, i love playing w people <3 (solo qs r so. so bad im sorry)

i don’t just write here. i also write on my quotev account. yes, i know, i still have quotev. it’s my little safe space. 

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AAAAA OMG I JUST HAD A THOUGHT AFTER WATCH A VIDEO RECENTLY !! but imagine in streamer au! the boys receive a special package from mihoyo (yk the 'mimo's gift' package??) where it's just a custom bundle of things like merchandises from jenshin, along with other merch from their other games. BUT THERES A TWIST!! like a customary postcard where you, their fave character, thanks them for travelling alongside you or smth AAA JUST A CUTE THOUGHT ABT OUR CUTE BOYS 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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before we start, the mimo gift package, for those who don’t know, is a box with a thank you letter signed by da wei, 2 bits of merch from each of mihoyo’s games (genshin impact, honkai impact 3rd, tears of themis) and a separate drawer underneath w/ an acrylic standee, photocards of lumi from nova desktop and some merch from houkai gakuen 2/gun girls z. it was given to content creators of all kinds to show their appreciation and gratitude for producing content !!

𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

he wasn’t expecting to receive such a thing from mhy, but he’s incredibly grateful regardless !!

so when he started his stream and told his viewers it would be starting a little differently this time around, they were curious of course but ready to accept whatever he would put out

so just imagine their shock and excitement when he showed them the mimo gift he would be unboxing live on stream :’D

albedo didn’t know what he was expecting, but a thank you letter signed by the ceo was most definitely not it

felt quite touched by that, ngl

puts the letter neatly back in the envelope and begins the unboxing !!

now, he’s heard of the company’s other games and has basic knowledge on each of them, but not a lot to the point he can name each character so his chat help him out with the names !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

kiana kaslana acrylic keychain

raiden mei badge

omg he got kiamei captains in chat are screaming

for the tot merch he got :

artem wing acrylic keychain & badge

honestly? not that much of a reaction to them since he doesn’t know the games and characters well enough to give one (he assumes from the onslaught of keyboard smashes and screaming in caps that they’re fan favourites of some sort) !!

now it’s time for the genshin merch !!

in the first box he opens, he gets a hu tao mini acrylic stand/keychain !!

has a lil smile on his face bc it’s so cute and he’s just appreciating the chibi art :((

setting that up next to him so his viewers can see it, he moves onto the next box, where he finds a...

oh.

it’s a kaeya badge.

. . .

well, moving on—

nO BUT REALLY HE TOOK ONE DEAD GLANCE AT IT AND PUT IT BACK IN THE BOX 〒▽〒

kaeya truly is a menace to albedo and he won’t tolerate it <//3

his chat is just “KEKW”-ing and some are “D:” at him for this criminal act

he ignores them and moves onto the the mini drawer HJKJDS

but his peace doesn’t last for long bc as soon as he opens it, well,,,

he gets a kaeya acrylic standee

. . .

immediately turns it face-down and puts it back in the mini drawer while chat are losing their marbles once again at this (unfortunate) turn of events <//3

where’s his merch of u :((

also somewhat brushes over the gun girls z + lumi merch since he isn’t well-versed in this area too !!

but then he notices another ??? letter ???

“isn’t there only supposed to be one letter?”

him and chat are confusion

so he opens it to see what it is, only to nearly drop it in sheer shock

dear traveler,

it’s been a while since we last talked face-to-face, huh? i hope you’re not running into trouble somewhere out there in the other nations like you seem to do all the time. i was working on some experiments and suddenly thought of you, so i guess i’m writing to you now!

i’m getting off topic, but i just wanted to say thank you for all the memories we’ve created thus far, and i look forward to many more in the upcoming future!

yours truly, (y/n).

currently has a very proud and wobbly grin on his face as he puts ur letter in a frame to keep beside his monitor <33

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LITERALLY SO HYPED TO HAVE RECEIVED THIS BC ???? FREE OFFICIAL MERCH ?????

HECK YEA

before he even started his stream for the live unboxing he tweeted out an image of the package with a caption of :

guess who’s mihoyo’s favourite child?

me :)

so when he starts his stream he’s all excited and hyping the unboxing session up, so much so he doesn’t even bother doing an intro for his viewers or for his youtube video and starts opening the box

chat are “KEKWait”-ing like crazy bc no, he won’t wait when u could be waiting in there for him <//3

starts commentating without further notice so his viewers just have to sit there and listen with no introduction whatsoever KJHFLG

so he starts his unboxing by reading through the thank you letter and is just so smug about getting it

fully believes he’s carrying mhy as a streamer for them <//3

props it up somewhere against one of his monitors and immediately goes back to the mimo gift to start the official unboxing !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

durandal acrylic keychain

kiana kaslana badge

for the tot merch he got :

vyn richter acrylic keychain & badge

literally cheered and fist pumped in the air when he got a durandal keychain — one of his honkai mains

ignored vyn and just thought he looked like a doctor of sorts <//3

and now he finally unboxes the genshin merch (crossing his fingers and begging he gets u in one of them)

opens the first box: barbara mini acrylic keychain/stand

blinks at it once while chat are spamming “POGCRAZY” before assembling it and putting it next to the rest of the merch

opens the second box: qiqi badge !!

chat once again “POGCRAZY” while he just resigns and nods in defeat at the fact he lost an irl 50/50 to qiqi and didn’t get u <//3

still thought it was cute tho HKHDL

he’s aware of the mini drawer underneath and the stuff that will be inside it already, so he just goes through the motions with a pout on his lips :((

has a smol smile at the sight of the xinyan acrylic standee tho (she’s one of his favourite charas !!) but still has remnants of a pout at not getting anything of u

well, until he sees a letter that’s most definitely not supposed to be there

hey there, traveler!

it’s been a while since we last saw one another, let alone had a spar with each other, so have me sending you this letter as compensation since i know you’re missing me right now!— “yes. yes i do.”

wait, that’s besides the point. anyway, my reason for writing this letter is pretty simple; it’s to say thank you for creating exciting memories on our travels. i don’t want this to get sappy so i’ll stop here— “no, no, please continue...” but remember that, if you ever need anything, i’m more than happy to help!

your bestest sparring buddy, (y/n).

literally clutches his heart and keels over while chat is losing their mind

u called yourself his bestest sparring buddy :((( actually squealing and banging his head on his desk btw <33

(he put ur letter in the arms of ur plushie so it looks like ur holding it on display for him)

(retweets his og tweet with a picture of plushie!u holding ur letter just to further prove he’s the favourite child)

𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

straight away nearly drops the box when trying to hold it up for his chat to see <//3

thought the box design was super cute though !!

no really

he spent a good 10 minutes just straight up appreciating and praising the box before his chat started yelling (though words, ofc) at him to open the box

cried when he read the thank you letter mihoyo included inside

like

full on ugly sobbing (is currently unaware that he’ll be bawling later on)

before even looking at the other packages he gets up from his spinny gamer chair and goes out of shot

chat’s wondering what he’s up to this time, only to see him return about a minute later with a picture frame in hand and two tissues stuffed up his nose

he’s just really touched ok :(( 

starts going on an emotional rant about how he’s grateful to mhy and that he’s happy to be part of the genshin community like he’s won an oscar

now he has the letter framed and hanging up somewhere on the wall behind him !!

anywhoodles

he starts to make his way through the lil gift boxes and, even though he doesn’t know their other games like honkai impact 3rd, tears of themis & gun girls z, his reactions to them and their designs are still really wholesome !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got : 

yae sakura acrylic keychain (thought it was that one ’really cool fox lady’ and got really confused on why she was in the honkai merch until chat told him it was yae sakura not yae miko)

kallen kaslana badge

for the tot merch he got :

luke pearce acrylic keychain & badge

thought luke was a very cool and good looking guy

now it’s time for the genshin merch !!

in the first box he opens, he finds a ganyu badge !! (has a massive grin on his face bc he thinks the design is really really cute ><)

the second box he opens contains a—

oh my god

oh mY GOD ?!?”?!?

it was a smol xiao acrylic stand/keychain !!!

was infinitely happy with that bc :

“look! it’s ma boy, xiao!! :D”

also thought the lil chibi xiao was positively adorable and set it up next to his main monitor screen

shakes the box around for a bit trying to see if there’s anything else he missed and the drawer part nearly flies off at how hard he’s shaking it <//3

when he opens it up with chat watching he nearly flings the poor box at the wall and literally leaps into the air with sparkling eyes and grin so wide that someone watching could even feel it

chat didn’t get to see what made him so hyper, but they could probably guess

so when he holds up the standee of zhongli, they all get really confused bc they were sure it was u he got one of ???

“huh? well, yeah, it would be poggers to get one of (y/n), but i never won my 50/50 on zhongli so this means i won his real-life 50/50!”

chat are now too soft to make fun of the fact he used poggers in real-life language

after setting up his zhongli standee beside his mini xiao one, he sifts through the lumi photocards and gun girls z merch and set them aside too !!

chat thought that was all (given some other content creators only got those things so they thought it was finished), but the confused sounds coming from itto make them spam “?????” in chat

as it stands, there was another letter

itto asked chat if there was supposed to be another one, but they said no, so now he thinks he just got special treatment from mhy 

and, well, he was right HJKJHLDS

to traveler,

i would just like to say it’s been a lot of fun going out on adventures with you! i don’t think i’ve had this much fun in a long while, and there’s never a dull day with you— “heck yeah there isn’t!!” so i guess i just want to convey my thanks for everything you’ve done, and if you ever find yourself in a tricky situation, know you can always count on me and i’ll be there to save ya!

although i’m not like xiao who will appear at the call of my name, i’m certain i can come just as quick.

your one and only, (y/n).

. . .

it’s pretty silent for a few seconds, and chat begin to worry through their tears bc of that message until an ugly sob from their strimmer breaks the silence

starts wailing and repeating “I LOVE YOU”s at ur letter in hopes that u can hear his love for u <333

takes out mhy’s thank you letter from the frame and replaces it with yours instead

𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

man took one look at the brown packaging and already knew what was inside it straight away (spoiler: it’s the mimo gift !!)

went into the Just Chatting category for a chill stream w/ the title “Mimo Gift Unboxing Today” and almost instantaneously his community just came flooding in and were so hyped that he received the mimo gift package :((

starts spamming his (Y/N)Nation emote to wish him luck in the irl RNG for u <33

takes 10 minutes to ramble and appreciate the design and aesthetics of the box and his chat are’t even mad about it bc it just means they get to hear him speak more

eventually though, he does open the box and is pleasantly surprised at the official letter thanking him for contributing to the community !!

has a small smile and gently props it up against the lid of the box ;w;

he knows quite a bit about the other games (namely key lore points and the basic premise of them) so he’s not too unfamiliar with the characters in them !!

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

fu hua acrylic keychain

bronya zaychik badge

for the tot merch he got :

marius von hagen acrylic keychain & badge

like albedo, he doesn’t have that much thought about them but still appreciates the merchandise and effort put into it !!

(is glad he got fu hua tho bc out of all the honkai characters, he likes her the most !!)

but now he goes into the genshin unboxing !!

truth be told, he doesn’t mind the characters he gets since he believes they all have their own unique charms and he appreciates them all (but he would rather get u, and his chat know this very well)

so he opens the first box and !!! he gets a mini acrylic keychain/stand of you !!

his smile and the way his eyes soften melt the hearts of his community and so many ppl clipped it KJHDSJL

attaches ur mini acrylic keychain to his wallet so he can always proudly show u off to ppl when he’s making his irl purchases in irl shops <33

and the next box he opens shows a badge with yanfei !! props them both up beside the letter and honkai + tot merch on the box !!

now taht he’s finished the main part, he opens the drawer to see what’s inside and—

he got ur standee ?!?!!?

*cue zhongli happi smile*

LITERALLY COULD NOT HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN THIS ????

but it soon does when he sees the extra letter, and chat are positively losing their marbles for their beloved strimmer <333

dearest traveler,

how have you been faring? i do hope all is well with you, and that you are taking care of yourself on your travels. it’s been some time since we first met and i can say with absolute confidence that i have no regrets in meeting you. though i may have walked through this world for many millennia, your company is the first i have enjoyed this much in a long while.

thank you for your company and tales of different worlds, and do pay a visit to liyue when you have the chance to.

until then, (y/n).

has such a soft little smile painting his lips as he rereads ur letter :((

zhongli has never been more grateful to have become a streamer than he currently is right now

𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

his package actually arrived during a stream of him soloing bosses with only u in the party (at his chat’s constant request, even though he would’ve done it anyway), where ayaka came in to tell him there was a delivery for him 

(don’t mind chat spamming hearts for ayaka’s appearance)

he kept streaming ur solo tho even after she put it beside him <//3

but after he finished the run + yt video, he got to opening the package !! and turns out it was the mimo gift ?!?!

shocker—

was actually quite touched tho !! his chat were very happy, and it was shown in the “widepeepoHappy” + “widekamiHappy” emotes filling his chat box !!

so he opens the box and finds mhy’s thank you letter on top !! he may not explicitly look it, but he was incredibly touched by the message (and the fact he can now flaunt he has a letter signed by da wei himself)

tucks it back into the envelope and sets it to the side while chat are increasingly becoming more and more hyped up

when he sees the boxes however, he gets a little slumped since he doesn’t know all that much about the other games aside from genshin

the only things he knows is : one has women, the other has men.

that’s it.

anywho—

for the honkai 3rd merch he got :

rita rossweisse acrylic keychain

seele vollerei badge

for the tot merch he got :

artem wing acrylic keychain & badge

once again, he doesn’t know much about the characters to give much of a reaction, but his chat seem happy so he supposes he got good ones ???

well either way as long as his chat are happy then it’s fine

now as for the genshin merch boxes, the first one he opens contains a mini acrylic keychain/stand of venti !! 

he’s actually quite happy with that and finds it rather adorable

the next one he opens has a badge of kfc diluc !!

:0

ngl, he was not expecting that, but he’s pleased regardless (proceeds to ignore his chat going ballistic at kfc diluc badge HKJHF)

he’s quite happy with them and, although he would’ve preferred getting u instead, he still has hope for the mini drawer !!

and lo and behold !!!!

it’s a standee of u !!!!!

doesn’t even bother concealing the grin slipping onto his face and chat aren’t even surprised considering their strimmer won all ur 50/50s <//3

he sets it up with the most caring touch anyone has laid eyes upon and places it beside his keyboard so ur always there :((

he then sees ??? another ??? letter ?????

when his chat see it they get confused as well bc there’s only supposed to be one (the letter from mhy)

greetings traveler,

has inazuma been treating you well? i know many are grateful for your hand in putting an end to the vision hunt decree, so if you ever find yourself overwhelmed in the throes of people wanting to express their gratitude, know you are always welcome to hide out in my estate; i have already let thoma know in advance, should you ever decide it is too much.

think of this as. . . repayment for all the fond memories we have shared on our journey so far. i hope we can create many more in the coming times, as well.

until we meet again, (y/n).

is currently staring blankly at the letter while slowly reclining back into his spinny gamer chair, while chat are freaking out over the contents of what u wrote

although he may not look like it, he’s actually sobbing inside !!

[mjalti]

Miss Ana I’m channeling a TON of anxious energy into making my bathroom a luxurious space for myself (I deserve it) and I just painted it black and I’m looking for something to redo the floor and honestly just painting it has elevated the feeling of luxury and relaxation and I’m SO happy! There’s a ton to be done to make it a truly gorgeous space but I’m so excited! Do you have any tips for making a space feel like a nice little get away?

I think it’s awesome that you’re finding a way to channel your traditionally negative emotion of anxiety into something that’s a physical representation of your peace. I want to commend you on the work you’re doing for yourself and the way you’ve discovered something that works for you. On to your question-- a space’s luxury depends entirely on the person’s taste. My tastes for bathroom opulence are also dark colored--mine is a deep plum, with vivid gold accents and some marble features. So an opulent mirror for example this one, brings out the grandeur of the purple. Soap and towel plates; I do something like this desktop organizer with rolled up face towels in a pyramid. personally I really like traditional elements of glamour, understated but undeniable. I would really encourage you to go on YouTube and search for DIY bathroom redecoration ideas and see what sticks! I have my own Ultimate Dream Bathroom lol but that’s going to take some time to bring to fruition. 

[knittingdreams]

Fireheart - Chapter 8

Okay, let’s quickly give you all the links to the previous chapter while I *cof cof* work on a *cof* masterlist :D

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

If you’re new to this story, Fireheart is a HS AU from the TOG saga. (I love and hate abbreviations so much, lol) It’s centered around Celaena joining High School when she’s 17, to try and find clues on who killed her parents. 

Sam (my baby, my love, my little beam) has a lot of protagonism in this story, and you’ll see his POV quiet often (like on this chapter, yayyy)

WARING: Almost every chapter will have physical violence and blood. I will do my best to remember and add other pertinent warnings on each chapter (sorry if I don’t, I’m still pretty new to publishing my work and sometimes forget about this things. Don’t hesitate to let me know if I forget, so I can make sure to add them up and save any readers a bad time, which is the last thing I want <3 I want my writing to entertain you, sometimes to break your heart a little, but only to fill it back up with mushy feelings afterwards n_n)

On the last chapter.... We left Celaena in the office, the door knob slowly twisting....

CHAPTER 8

A thanks would do

The dance floor was still packed, the same as it had been since the start of the night. People came and went, but the crowd never diminished. Sam had been dancing to the side of the room for a while, trying to talk with as many people as possible while keeping an eye on Celaena. He hadn’t been surprised when he saw her walking up the marble stairs, and had made sure to start a counter on his wristwatch. 

It was sitting on eleven minutes when Sam started to get fidgety and walked closer to the stairs’ landing while dancing with a girl called Ansel. She was so incredibly full of energy; Sam was almost struggling to keep up. 

“This party is lit!” The girl said as she raised her arms in the air and started spinning around in circles.

Sam used the distraction to leave the girl behind and move closer to the stair, casually lingering around the landing while fake sipping from an empty plastic cup. By the twelfth minute Chaol Westfall, the one he had learned to be Dorian’s best friend, headed up the stairs. He waited until the guy was almost to the top before he rushed up on silent feet. The staircase ended up in a long hallway stretching to the right, and a dead-end to the left. Sam peeked through the corner, watching Chaol walk halfway across the hallway and stop in front of a door. His hand sat on the knob for a moment before he looked to the side, towards the end of the hall, and kept walking.

“For fucks sake,” Sam murmured under his breath.

He tiptoed the first half of the hallway and once he was there, Chaol’s hand on the knob of the last door, he purposely tripped with the carpet and cursed out loud. Chaol almost jumped up as he turned around, his brows tightly knit together.

“What are you doing here?” The student president asked in a stern voice.

“So- So sorry, mate,” Sam half slurred. “They-Someone… told me there was a- agh- toilet up here,” he finished as he scratched the back of his neck, holding himself against the wall with one hand.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” Chaol said as he walked towards him. “There’s a bathroom downstairs you can use.”

“There was a - agh - really long - que… queue,” he finished as he stretched an arm and rested it on Chaol’s shoulder for extra support. “I’m really... busting.”

“Come here, I’ll show you the way to the secret bathroom out back, Dorian will kill you if you puke up here,” he continued. “He will get the place professionally cleaned up before his father is back in town, but still, he hates when people sneak up.” Chaol kept talking almost to himself as he walked Sam down the hall and towards the stairs. 

Sam looked back just in time to see Celaena peeking through the door before they turned the corner.

“You owe me,” he said under his breath, low enough for his voice to be lost under the music that was already reaching them from below.

***

All everybody was talking about on Monday morning was how amazing Dorian’s party had been. But all Sam could think about, was how close of a call it had been. He was sure Celaena had a plan B and could have gotten out of it, but any kind of suspicion could have ruined her plan. They were lucky no one had found anything out, and Celaena had shown back in the middle of the dance floor minutes later, dancing around as if she had never left.

He hadn't told Arobynn about the incident, he was too scared he would have scolded Celaena for being careless and almost getting caught. He was risking his neck by keeping that information to himself, but it was worth the risk. And obviously, Celaena hadn’t thanked him for the help. She hadn’t even spoken a word to him since the party.

Once lunchtime came over, Sam was feeling restless after thinking for so long. He needed something to do, he was probably just not used to the quietness. He had had a really busy weekend training for the fights to come, and sitting still wasn’t resonating with him. The tournament was set to start in a month, but he had a fight on the weekend to win his place in the competition, which meant he had trained hard, his muscles still aching from the strain he had caused his body.

He looked up at Celaena, who was eating her lunch with the exchange student again before he decided to go for a walk. He hung his bag from his shoulder and started circulating the hallways, pretending to be mindlessly walking while he tried to catch on anything unusual. He hadn’t studied the building as much as Celaena had, and he was always glad for any spare time to get to know the place better.

The halls were almost deserted and fairly quiet, which was probably why he heard the soft sobs coming from one of the classrooms. He headed straight towards the sound, opening the door slowly and finding a girl with her head hidden between her arms. All he could see was a mass of dark brown hair spilled onto the desktop. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as he approached the crying girl, carefully placing a hand on her forearm.

As the girl looked up, her emerald eyes made Sam’s gut twist at the sadness behind them. Her eyes were red-rimmed, with tears pooling in the corners. She looked puzzled for a moment, as if unsure of what to say.

“I’ll be alright,” she said in a small voice. “Just… leave me alone, I didn’t think anybody would find me here.” She turned around, hiding her face between her arms again.

Unsure of how to proceed, Sam sat on the floor next to her, his legs crossed.

“I think I’ll stick around in case you want to talk to someone, I promise I won’t bother you, but you shouldn’t be alone while you’re in pain,” he said. “I’ll be quiet,” he added.

She looked down at him with fresh tears running down her cheeks. “Why would you do this? You don’t even know me,” she said between quiet sobs.

“I don’t need to know you in order to care, Lysandra,” he said. She didn’t seem surprised that he knew her name, but why would she? Everybody in school knew who she was.

“Sorry, I don’t even know your name,” she said as she wiped her tears and tried to smile a little.

“I’m Sam, Sam Cortland.” He extended his hand, and Lysandra shook it with a chuckle.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You’re distressed, I know I would like someone to be by my side if I was in your position, so here I am. I can listen to what’s troubling you, or I can just sit here in silence. If you like it better, we can chat about the weather or any other non-important matters to keep your mind off whatever is troubling you,” he offered.

Lysandra wiped the remaining tears with the palm of her hand, seeming calmer after Sam’s little monologue. She took out a small mirror from her bag and opened it up. 

“Don’t think I’m superficial, but I rather people not notice I’ve been crying,” she explained as she fixed her makeup, adding some mascara and then concealer under her eyes.

“Here, look at me,” Sam said as he pushed her chin lightly to make her look his way. “Hmmm, I can’t even tell, your eyes look brighter if that’s even possible, but you look as good as you do every day,” he concluded with a smile as he let go of her chin and stood up, offering her a hand. “Would you like to head back to the cafeteria?”

Lysandra accepted his hand to get to her feet but shook her head in denial. She smiled warmly at him for a moment, and then looked down to her feet.

“That would only lead to trouble, and the bell is probably about to ring. I’ll head straight to my next class, but thank you, Sam Cortland,” she looked up as she said his name, and started to walk towards the door.

“I’m always here to help,” Sam said as he followed her towards the door.

Lysandra walked through the threshold and turned left almost at the same time that Sam went out the door barely a step behind her, and turned the other direction. He was watching the girl walk away, and didn’t notice the small group of people coming back from the cafeteria already, making him bump straight into someone’s chest.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he took a step back and looked up.

“Look where you’re going, you fucking newby!” The guy he had bumped into said. Sam took an extra step back, feeling the angry energy that was emanating from the guy. He knew his kind, and he could tell anything he said would be used as an excuse to start a fight. 

There were already a few curious eyes looking their way, making him confirm his suspicions that the guy meant trouble.

“Sorry mate, my bad,” Sam said with his palms raised, trying to look smaller than he was as he rounded his shoulders inwards.

The guy standing in front of him took a step forward. He wasn’t taller than Sam, maybe even an inch shorter, but as the guy cracked his knuckles, Sam realized he wasn’t alone. Two taller guys were towering behind the first one, keeping watch.

“What were you doing, getting out of a room with a taken girl?” The bully said loud enough for the whole hall to hear as he pointed at Lysandra as if looking for an excuse to get mad at him. Sam looked over his shoulder and found the girl frozen in place only a few steps behind him.

“Leave her out of this,” Sam said, taking a protective step forward. “She’s got nothing to do with whatever is going on here.” He pointed to the narrow gap in between them. 

The guy closed that gap, grabbing a fist full of Sam’s shirt by its collar. He ran his other hand through his short black hair as a chuckle escaped his lips and his equally dark eyes bored into Sam’s golden ones. 

“What is going on here, is that you're about to get a black eye for being a smart ass,” he spat on his face.

“Look, mate,” Sam said with his hands still lifted in front of him, showing his palms. “I don’t even know you, sorry I bumped into you. Now, let’s just be mature about this and move on.” He smiled then, and he knew straight away that was the wrong thing to do. He knew the type all too well, the guy in front of him was going to have his head just for existing, just because he could feel a different vibe coming out of him; just because he felt threatened. 

He wished he could explain he was no competition to him.

“I’m Rourke,” the guy said with a grin. “And now that we know each other, junior, let’s teach you a lesson.”

Before Sam could even blink, Rourke’s fist collided against his jaw.

I’m so sorry my baby bean Sam T_T I love you! <3

Isn’t he the most adorable thing?? <3

[fairy-writes]

Hi! Could I please for a scenario (or hc, whatever you feel comfortable with) for Phillip from Sirius the Jaeger who finally manages to return to England and meets his s/o who's a Jaeger but from an other agency? Like they haven't seen each other for 2/3 years -but keeping remaining in contact with letters and phone calls- and he surprises her knocking at her appartment door? Sorry if its too long ;w; there's no content about Phillip anywhere and I think he needs more love 💕 thanks in advance!

MISSING YOU

Philip x Reader

Yooo I totally agree that there’s not enough Philip content out there! I’m tweaking the request just the slightest bit! I hope that’s okay!

Like my relationship headcanons with our lovely blond boy, he is aged up! I refuse to write for underaged characters. The both of you are around 20 in this. And you’ll be something along the lines of a scientist for the main Jaeger headquarters!

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Your hands burned as you scrubbed them with near boiling water and soap. Your assistants bustled behind you, cleaning the space after the most recent set of experiments. Fluids were cleaned, soiled scrubs were exchanged for dress shirts and slacks, and chemicals were stored safely away. It had been a long and tedious day of testing and retesting new Jaeger technology. Your division in particular, England division, was testing and creating new serums that in theory, would protect fellow Jaegers from the deadly claws and fangs of vampires.

If you got this just right, someone could be impervious to vampire venom that turned their prey into a vampire. In theory of course. But so far, it had been a bust. The acidity in your antivenom; meant to destroy the vampire venom in the human bloodstream, had been evaporating the bloodstream along with the rest of your fake dummy body. Eventually, after your seventh destroyed dummy, you had called it a day just to send your assistants home. No reason for them to stay and witness failure after failure when they had lives and families.

Meanwhile, you had no close family and your lover was overseas. Had been for nearly three years. All you had was your research. So bury yourself in your work you did.

You; Y/N L/N, the Jaeger Headquarters best and youngest scientist at their disposal. You had pioneered the study of vampire biology at the young age of seventeen, developing theories and serums that helped slow the process of becoming a vampire in case a Jaeger was caught in the field. Now; at age twenty, you were developing a way to stop it or reverse it completely. Or at least attempting to anyway.

Switching off the lights to your lab, you walked the now empty corridors of Headquarters to your office. Your dress shoes clacked on the marble floor and your lab coat swished around your calves as you hefted your research notes in one hand and pushed your office door open with the other. The lights flickered on as your elbow flicked the switch and you were met with your messy desk.

With a sigh, you dropped the files onto the desktop and slumped down into your seat, kicking your shoes off and burying your face in your arms. You were tired, but alas, there was work to be done. With a groan, you pushed yourself into a proper sitting position, turned on your desk light, and flipped open the folder in front of you.

Several hours later and deep into the night, you were reaching your end. The chalkboard in the corner of your office was filled and erased and filled again with equations and formulas. You were standing before it, tapping your lips with your pen as you leaned over and scribbled something on a nearby notepad and then writing another line on the chalkboard.

“Are visiting hours over?” Your chalk clattered to the ground at the unexpected yet familiar voice, and you whipped around to see Philip leaning in the doorway. He had his familiar smirk on his face, slight bags under his eyes, and a tenseness in his shoulders that could only be described as exhaustion. But he was here, in front of you, after three years of being gone.

Sure you had stayed in touch with letters; you kept all of them in a box on your desk, and the occasional phone call, but it was hard with him moving around all the time. You took a hesitant step, not sure if you were hallucinating.

“... Philip?” You whispered and his smirk widened into that smile you loved so much.

“That’s me, I’m home Y/N.”

Your feet moved and he met you halfway, catching you in a hug and tumbling to the floor. Your heart and your rear end throbbed, but then Philip pressed his lips to yours and you tasted the salt of tears that were either yours or his or both and you didn't care how much it hurt to have landed on the hardwood floor as long as he kept holding you like this, kissing you like this, how you missed him.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his lips, all ideas of research forgotten, it can wait.

“Missed you too my love.” He says back and brings you in for another sweet kiss.

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