#might goof around and write this properly one day

[anonymouslyel]

something something jwds hanahaki au with dongsik catching it and immediately knowing what flower does the petals he's vomiting belongs to cz he is the son of two florists and that makes it worse cause then there's two kinds of petals from two different flowers in his hands and one means unrequited love and the other means rejection and what a laughable matter this is because he hasnt even thought about actually confessing to juwon yet the universe is already telling him its unrequited and rejected and then juwon gifts him a bouquet of flowers with an unfamiliar crimson flush on his cheeks and does juwon even know the flowers meant i cannot live without you and love secretly treasured? does juwon know how much dongsik is hoping against hope that the bouquet of flowers now sitting on his couch could actually mean something for them two? because now juwon would not know that the added petals in dongsik's own buoquet seated and growing inside his chest meant unfulfilled love and then juwon gives him another buoquet of flower that meant first love and dongsik is coughing and wheezing, trying so hard to make the petals stuck on his lungs to stop making it hard for him to breathe, to stop making him hope, and juwon is so worried, ever so kind juwon, then he's at the hospital and being briefed about the solutions for his predicament and jihwa's angry that he's not agreeing to the surgery while yuyeon smiles sadly at him, understanding why dongsik is against the surgery and juwon visits him with another buoquet of flowers that meant never changing love and this time, dongsik actually laughs because why didn't he realize that juwon have been basically confessing to him through the flowers he's given dongsik because of course juwon relied on the fact that lee dongsik is the son of two florists and since he's basically on the verge of dying, dongsik threw caution to the wind and confessed to juwon and juwon says "i'm sorry" and oh okay and juwon continues to say "if only i told you how i feel earlier, you wouldn't be so hurt like this. i'm sorry. i love you too. i'm sorry" with tears forming in his eyes and dongsik pulling juwon into a hug and he can feel the rough stems and velvety petals in his chest and throat recede and he can finally breathe again

[cynicallyanime]

The Distance Between Us

Author: @cynicallyanime

Warning: Lots of angst with a fluffy ending! (Also memory loss.)

Notes: Sorry if this seems a little short or cut off in a weird spot. I’ve been trying to get back in the groove of writing. But, I’ve been having lots of personal setbacks. I had originally planned for more of the story so I might make a part two later if I find the motivation. Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy!

Pairing: Momiji Sohma x yn

Words: 5,965

Momiji Sohma was always a peculiar one. Ask anyone who's ever met him. They'll tell you about how he liked to wear feminine clothes until high school and he finally hit a growth spurt. Or they'll tell you about his accent and frequent use of German words that hardly anyone understood. Maybe they'll even tell you about how he always had a smile on his face and goofed around like a little kid, never taking anything too seriously.

The first time I met Momiji was when we were both really small. Probably, like, age twelve or maybe even younger. But, he went to an all boys' school and I went to a regular one. So, that's not where we met. I actually met him when I was preparing for my first big duet competition.

I play the piano. I have ever since I can remember. And for the competition, I needed a violinist to play alongside me. Or at least, that's what my instructor told me. My family had me in solo lessons, so practice was always pretty lonely. I was excited to finally be able to make a friend I could share music with. However, it was up to my instructor to make the match for me. I just hoped she picked someone nice.

There I sat at the practice piano on the day we were supposed to meet. All my instructor told me was that he was a boy, he was my age, and that we were at the same skill level in each of our instruments. So, it was a good match for the competition coming up in a few months.

I expected someone very studious. Someone who would probably not want to have any fun. That's just the way my instructor was. All work and no play. So when the door to the studio opened and I turned my head to see, I was surprised to say the least.

In barged the exact opposite kind of person I had imagined. A little blond boy skipped in through the doorway before the adults could even open it all the way. He bounded straight over to me with his violin case clutched in his left hand and practically touched his nose to mine.

"Hallo!! It's so wunderbar to meet you!!" His light brown eyes shined happily, the same as his broad smile. But, I couldn't help but be a little lost by his accent and the way he was saying things. "I'm Momiji Sohma! Und I can't wait to play together!"

Despite his friendly personality, I was still too flustered to speak properly. "I-uh..."

"Momiji. You're here to practice together, not play. Understand?" The stern adult scolded him. I presumed it was his violin instructor that had come with him.

He instantly stood up straight. "Ah! But we are practicing to be able to play together! No?" The instructor rolled his eyes likes he was used to his antics.

"Excuse me," I whispered out, not quite as outgoing as he was yet. He turned his eyes to me in surprise. "Why...um...why do you sound like that?"

He tilted his head and put one finger to his lips as he thought. "Sound like what? Hmm...oh! You must mean my accent. I'm part German on my mutti's side!" He explained with no hint of offense at all. Then, he continued with a small wink, "Mutti means my mother, by the way."

"Oh!" I finally relaxed when I realized that he wasn't intimidating at all. He was actually quite kind. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm yn yln!" I reached out my right hand and he took it without hesitation to shake it.

And that was the beginning of it all.

For the next few months, we spent nearly every day after school together. Hours upon hours of playing the piano alongside him made me so happy. His violin playing was so amazing. His face would become so serious while he concentrated on his strings. Sometimes I just wanted to listen to him play by himself. But our instructors said if one of us was playing, then the other should be too.

We learned so much about each other so fast. For the first time in my life, I had felt like I truly had someone I could call my best friend. Except...he wouldn't hug me like I saw all the other best friends doing. In fact, the closer we got...the further he moved away from me. At first, we would high five, bump shoulders, and even touch foreheads. Just like the first day we met. Out of nowhere though, he suddenly seemed shy around me and we stopped doing all of that stuff.

That was what was peculiar. The outgoing and bubbly boy who had become my best friend changed completely when I tried to get closer to him again. That made me a little sad. And also curious if maybe I had done something to hurt him. But, I never pushed because I wanted to keep being best friends.

Finally, it was the day of the competition that we had been practicing so hard for. But, we also had so much fun together that it hardly felt like practicing and sometimes I forgot that there would be an end. It was my hope that we could continue to be friends even after the competition. Maybe we could compete in more if we won this one. I had made up my mind to try harder than I ever had before.

A few hours before the competition started, I walked into the massive building with my hand held by my mother's. I gripped the skirt of my fancy dress in my other hand while she checked me in, nerves starting to get to me. All the nerves went away, though, when I finally saw Momiji.

The door opened to the green room we were waiting in and he skipped in, like always. My heart started racing so fast it felt like butterflies were hatching in there. I had never seen him dress so formally, all buttoned up in his suit and tie. He was so cute.

"Yn!!" He exclaimed upon seeing me as he walked closer. Maybe it was just my false hope, but I thought his eyes sparkled when he looked at me. "I've never seen anything prettier than you are!"

His declaration caused me to blush hard. So much so that I had to turn away. Our instructors and my mother excused themselves to go get some drinks, since we would be performing last. I clutched my hands over my chest, wondering if I would be able to hear the keys over my heart out there.

"I mean it, you know," he said softly, leaning his face to be in front of where I was looking. "It's not just the dress. You're always shining, just like schatz...like treasure." Momiji placed his hand on my shoulder for the first time in weeks and all my worries melted away.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I had to know why he had been distant from me. "Momiji," I whispered, eyes fixed on the ground, "do you...hate me?"

"What?" He sounded genuinely surprised. Like he didn't even know that his actions were impacting me.

Finally, I fully met his eyes as one of the tears that had been building up inside for weeks slipped out. "I asked if you hated me!!" His eyes widened at my volume and I was shocked a little bit too. But, how could he say I was like treasure when... "I thought we were best friends! But, you don't ever want to be near me anymore! You...you say I'm like treasure but you won't even hold me like I am!"

My outburst left a deafening silence hanging in the air. Tears flowed freely from my eyes. And Momiji...looked like I had struck him right across his face. His hand fell from my shoulder and I wished I could take it back. I opened my mouth to apologize and beg him not to stop being friends with me. But, he spoke first.

"You are wrong." I wanted to cry more at his words. How could I be wrong when I could see it so plainly? "It's because you are my best friend that I can't do that."

I clenched my fists. Couldn't he at least be honest with me? "Why?? How does that make any sense?!" I clapped my hands over my face to hide how red and puffy it was getting. Embarrassed. I was so embarrassed by my own behavior.

"Yn, stop that." His tone was stern but kind and he reached out to pull my hands away by my wrists. "Don't hide your sadness. Especially, when I'm the cause."

"Momiji," I sobbed, "I don't understand what you're saying." Feelings were hard at that age. First, you were confused about what they were in the first place and then about why they wouldn't go away. Mostly, I was confused because he was contradicting himself.

He reached out with both hands to wipe the wetness from my cheeks. Then, he patted my head so gently. "I want to hug you. But, if I do...bad things will happen. I don't want to stop being friends-"

"Then, don't!" I had listened to enough. My body moved without me telling it to. I slammed into his chest and wrapped my arms around his middle so tightly. "Nothing would ever make me stop being your friend!"

Then, it happened.

In a puff of yellow smoke, Momiji disappeared. The sudden absence of his body sent me tumbling to the ground. I sat up on my knees as the smoke started to clear and looked around. All I could see was his clothes piled in a heap where we were standing.

"Momiji?" I couldn't believe my eyes. The clothes heap started rustling. "Uh!"

I was scared of what it was...until a little yellow bunny poked its head out. Somehow, I didn't even have to ask. I knew it was him. His long ears sagged and his nose twitched as he looked at the floor. "I tried to warn you."

"Ah!!" I yelled in surprise. I hadn't been expecting him to talk in that state. But, I settled down pretty quickly. "Sorry! You just caught me off guard. That's all."

He looked up at me, his ears raised the tiniest bit. "You're not...scared at all?"

"Of course not!" Tears started to form again, except this time, they were happy ones. I promptly scooped him up and cuddled him in my arms. He placed his tiny ones on my shoulder. His nose nuzzled into my neck while I gently rested my cheek on top of his head. "You're my best friend, Momiji. I want to be friends with you forever."

I could feel the cold droplets falling onto my skin.  So I held him closer with my hands. As I set him down and smiled at him, a noise on the other side of the door made us jump. Without thinking, I scrambled to shove his clothes out of view and hid him behind me as the door opened.

Our instructors and my mother had returned with the drinks, laughing and chatting about who knows what adult stuff. Momiji's instructor immediately whipped his head around. "Where is Momiji?" I gulped. I didn't know why, but I lied.

"The bathroom...? I think? Or maybe backstage?" I pressed one finger to my chin thoughtfully. "He did say something about watching the others from a good seat..."

With a groan, the instructors quickly left to search for him. My mother took a few steps in and looked over my face. "Sweetie, what's wrong?? Is it nerves?" I nodded.

"I think I left my lucky bracelet in the car," I lied again, "could you get it for me, please? I think it would really help."

She took one look at my pitiful face and her expression softened. "Of course, sweetie. I'll be back soon!"

I let out a sigh of relief just as I heard a poof sound behind me. "That was clo-" The words died on my tongue as Momiji reappeared...naked. "Ahh!"

"Thank you," he said calmly, and proceeded to put his suit back on while I turned the opposite way. "If they had found out, we wouldn't be able to see each other anymore."

We sat next to each other on the couch and he told me everything. The curse that ran back generations in the Sohma family. That hugging the opposite sex triggered the transformation and that it lasted for varying amounts of time. That no one was allowed to know or the head of their family, Akito, would be furious and erase their memories. It was a little hard to swallow. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would've thought he went crazy.

With his secret finally out in the open, he clasped my hand in his. I squeezed it tight, never intending to let him go. Of course, I had to when it was our turn to perform. I thought I couldn't get any happier up on that stage playing with Momiji. But, then we won and we were allowed to keep playing together for more competitions.

Day in and day out for six months we would meet up to rehearse. We would hold hands when the instructors weren't looking, and when they left us alone for short periods, I couldn't help but hug him. One day, I even got up the courage to give him a peck on his little pink nose. When he returned to normal he was as red as a sakura blossom.

Momiji had his birthday in that time, so he had turned thirteen before me. It was finally my birthday...and I knew what I was going to ask for. I waited on my piano bench in the rehearsal room like always. The keys played a soft melody under my fingers and I hummed until I heard the door open.

Momiji walked in and closed the door behind him. I was so excited to see him that I missed the signs. Skipping over to him, I grasped his hand to pull him over to the bench with me. I couldn't feel how he dragged his feet over my racing heart.

"I finally know what you can give me for my birthday!" He had asked weeks ago and I couldn't come up with anything. But, it had finally come to me. "Momiji, I li-"

He squeezed my hand as he interrupted me. "We can't, yn."

"You...you don't even know what I was gonna say," I protested, worry seeping into my skin.

When he finally met my eyes, I saw it. They were red and puffy and his nose was as pink as it was in his bunny form. "I do. Because I want to say it too..."

"What happened?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. I didn't want to know the answer because I knew it was bad. I felt it coming off him in waves.

He sighed. "We can't be friends anymore."

"But...why?" My heart shattered.

His other hand covered our clasped ones. "Akito found out that you know." My eyes widened. "He doesn't want anything or anyone to take us away from him. So, I can't see you anymore."

"No," I whimpered, "that's not fair!"

I watched as he scrunched his eyes closed, his eyelashes becoming wet. "He said...you have to have your memories of me erased."

"No!" I yelled, standing up abruptly. "He can't do that! I don't want to!"

Momiji opened his eyes and looked at me brokenly. "You'll be better off...not remembering. You'll be safer. He'll leave you alone that way," he tried to explain. I just kept shaking my head. I didn't want to hear it. Suddenly, he got up and grasped me by my shoulders. "It's not a request. Akito's word is final."

Tears started dripping rapidly from my lashes as the door opened. A studious looking man in a trench coat walked in. He looked guilty already. This must be the one that does it. I quickly looked at Momiji, curling up his shirt in my fists. "Please, don't let him do this, Momiji!"

"I'm so sorry, yn!" He sobbed and reached in his pocket before pulling something out. Angling himself so the strange man couldn't see, he grabbed my face in his hands and pulled me closer. Momiji pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he slid something under the layers of my short hair. "Happy Birthday, mein schatzi," he whispered in my ear as he pulled away.

When he did, I almost reached up to pull it out and look. But, he glanced over his shoulder and I realized it was supposed to be a secret. "That's not fair," I cried but smiled slightly, "kissing me like that when I won't be able to remember."

"I'll remember for the both of us," he stroked my bangs softly out of my face, "I promise."

He held my hands as he sat me back down on the bench. I took a deep breath, trying hard to stop crying so the last time I looked at him wouldn't be blurry. Finally, I nodded. "Close your eyes. It will be over quickly." The man said as he stood in front of me.

"Thank you, Momiji," I said as I closed my eyes, "for being my best friend." All I felt was falling asleep.

I opened my eyes and groaned. Lifting my head up, I saw that I was in my rehearsal room. "Did I fall asleep at the piano?" I looked around as I stood up and stretched. It seemed...emptier than before. "That's weird," I chuckled to myself and scratched the back of my head as I went to pick up my bag.

My fingers grazed something and I carefully pulled it out. "What's this?" I mumbled. Turning it over in my fingers, I saw a yellow, bunny-shaped hair clip. Something poked at the back of my head briefly. I shrugged. "Where'd you come from? I think I'll keep you. It is my birthday, after all!" I used it to clip my bangs back and decided to leave for the day.

~Ten Years Later: Momiji's POV~

I'm tired. These auditions are never-ending. My dreams are finally starting to become a reality. Ever since the curse broke, I've gotten closer with my family. So, I've started preparing for the concert that I want to put on just for them. My father, my sister, and my mutti. The one I promised to play for Tohru will come later.

The thing about the concert is that I thought it would be more fun for them if I wasn't playing alone. So, I'm searching for someone to accompany me. I've been holding these auditions for days and yet, no luck. It's not that they're untalented. But, they're all...missing something.

I've almost given up entirely. There are still a few musicians left on the list for today. But, I can't bear anymore. I stand up to gather my things from the table as someone walks onto the stage. "I'm sorry, but I've decided to cut things short for today. I'll be leaving now," I sigh, not looking up from my stack of papers.

"Oh," says the voice of a woman. "I understand! Does that mean I'll be first to audition tomorrow?"

That voice. Older and more mature, but still somehow the same. My body goes rigid and I'm afraid to look up. It's not her. It can't be. Tentatively, I peek up at the woman standing on stage, her hair pulled into two low pigtails. She smiles shyly and my heart constricts. Surely, it's not. I look back down, scrambling through the list of people auditioning today. It's got...to be here...somewhere...aha!

With a flourish, I hold the paper up. Her picture is attached to the corner and so I lift it up to uncover the name. I can't believe it...it's been how long? Ten years, almost? Quickly, I sit back down. "Play."

"You," she pauses uncertainly, "want me to play now? I thought you were leaving..."

I clasp my hands under my chin and lean forward intently. "I've changed my mind. You'll be the last today. So, please," I gesture one hand toward the piano, "play me something that you love."

Even from this distance, I can see her cheeks blush under the stage lights. She nods and makes her way to the piano. The light glints off of something in her long hair and my heart skips a beat. A bunny clip holds the bangs out of her eyes as she sits at the bench and takes a deep breath.

Just when I thought I couldn't be any more surprised, she starts playing. Fond memories wash over me as the notes fill the theater. This is the duet piece we played at our first competition together when we were children. Does she remember? How would that even be possible?

Perhaps, she chose this piece because it reminds her of the first competition she won. That's the thing about how Hatori erases our secret from their minds. He leaves just enough of the truth that they wouldn't notice anything is missing. There's no other explanation for why she chose it.

She's gotten taller...but not by much. Then again, I've grown as well. I'm sure I would tower over her if I could stand beside her. We're different people now. We've both gone through so many experiences that shaped us into who we are now...experiences that we didn't get to share with each other like we were meant to.

"Mr. Sohma?"

Her gentle voice pulls me from my thoughts and back to the present. I got so lost in them that I didn't notice the piece was over or her standing in the center of the stage again.

"Are you...alright?"

I tilt my head quizzically at her. Why would I not be? I'm confused until I blink again, and something warm slides down my cheek. Reaching up, I feel the wetness that has gathered there. I quickly wipe the tears away and stand up, plastering a smile on my lips.

"Yes, yes! I'm alright, danke!" My feet move me toward her of their own will as I continue speaking. "You just played so sweetly that it moved me to tears." Suddenly, I'm so close that I can see the surprise glinting in her eyes and I realize that I ran to her. "I don't remember that piece being so sad the last time I heard it," I admit.

She ducks her head for a moment before looking up at me from beneath her eyelashes. I knew it. I knew that I would finally be taller. "It's not supposed to be, actually," she begins shyly. Still so nervous despite all the talent in the world. "The original piece is a duet with the violin. It's missing its other half...so I can't play it without longing or sorrow."

"Where do you suppose its other half is, then?" I question, never letting my gaze leave hers.

I watch as a hopeful shine fills up her eyes. "It's right here." It feels as though my heart stops completely when she gestures to me. She remembers me! Overcome with emotions, I step forward. Ready to wrap her up in my arms and never let go again. That is, until she gently places her hand on my chest to distance herself from me. "Mr. Sohma...what are you doing?"

As quickly as my heart soared, it came crashing into the ground. Of course, she doesn't remember. She only meant I was the other half because it's the job she's auditioning for. I step back, bowing my head slightly.

"I'm so sorry, miss," I clear my throat for fear that she'll hear how disappointed I am. "I don't know what came over me. The job is yours...if you want it."

She clasps her hands in front of her lips. "Oh, really?!" Yn gasps. I miss her always having that excitement in her voice when she's near me. "But, I thought you have more auditions to go through..."

"I don't need to hear any more," I declare, "you are the one I want." She nods and I take that as her acceptance. "Wunderbar! I'll contact you in a few days with information regarding rehearsals. Danke and enjoy the rest of your day!"

I turn to go gather my things without a second thought. But, I'm stopped in my place when something pulls on my hand. I look down and see both of her slender hands grasping mine. When I glance at her face, I see that she's blushing and looking at our hands in shock.

"I just wanted to say..." I watch as she turns redder and redder before she finally meets my eyes. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I'll work really hard to make you glad you chose me!"

Some things never change. I smile softly at her while I take the hand she's not holding and pat the top of her head once. "I don't think you'll have to try too hard." The flustered look on her face makes me chuckle for the first time in days. "Bis bald, Miss yln."

Finally, I leave the dim theater to walk around in the late spring sun. Sakura petals float though the breeze as I sit on a bench and stare at my hands. I can still feel her small hands holding mine and the soft strands of her hair. So what if she doesn't remember me? We can make new memories now. Yn fell in love with me once, as children...we can fall in love again. There will be nothing to stop us this time.

Over the course of the next few months, we spend every other day together. It's almost like old times. The weather is getting hotter and she's started wearing her hair up. I have never seen her look so beautiful. I find myself getting so distracted looking at the loose hairs on the nape of her neck that I mess up frequently. But, each time she laughs and the embarrassment is worth it.

She's been so professional. Never wanting to take too long of a break to chat or stray off course for long. It's hard trying to get to know her again. She's very different from when we were kids. I can tell that she keeps a carefully placed wall up almost all the time. But...I don't know why. Could it be because of me? Does she remember the feeling of being hurt and abandoned, but just not the reason why?

On one particular day when the leaves are starting to fall, we get out of rehearsal so late that the sun has already set. I clasp the handle of my violin case as we exit the studio I rent side by side into the cool breeze. She bows toward me politely, like always.

"I'll see you next time, Mr. Sohma!" Yn turns to leave, but I want to stay close to her.

So, I call out. "It's been about four months since we've been working together!" She turns around in surprise. "Let's celebrate! It is dinner time and I kept us too late today." My heart thuds in my chest while she hesitates.

"Oh, no! I wouldn't want to trouble you," she begins to politely decline.

I tilt my head to the side. "You're never any trouble to me." Her eyes widen, the streetlights twinkling in them. "I insist. I'd like to get to know you better, anyway. You don't talk much about yourself..."

"I just don't think it's a good idea..." she says hesitantly. "We shouldn't mix our personal and professional lives." There's brief regret in her once twinkling eyes.

"Oh, I see." Disappointment sinks my heart into my stomach. "How long have you been together?"

Her eyebrows cinch together momentarily as her lips part. "What do you..." I smile softly, trying not to let it show in my face that I can't breathe. After looking over my face for a long moment, her face lights up. "Oh! I'm afraid you have it all wrong, Mr. Sohma!"

"I...do?" I try to keep my hope in check.

Then, she giggles gently, eyes closing in amusement. "Yes!" She opens her eyes once again and meets mine. "I'm not seeing anyone...romantically...that's not why at all," she explains, "I've actually never dated anyone."

"How is that possible??" I blurt out before covering my mouth with my hand. Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "No! That's not what I meant! I just figured that you're so wunderbar...there's no way someone hasn't-"

I cut off my stupid rambling before my foot slides further down my throat. She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. "It's sort of silly...you might laugh."

"I won't," I say hastily, "I promise." Placing a hand over my heart, I lean a little closer to her. "Feel free to talk about anything you like with me."

Hesitation mixed with something else war on the expression of her face. With a sigh, she sinks onto a nearby bench and gestures for me to take the empty spot next to it. "I'm waiting for someone special," yn reveals.

"Isn't...everyone?" I genuinely question.

She shrugs, brows furrowing in what looks like an attempt to sort though her thoughts. "This is different. It's someone I've met before."

"!" Her words cause my heart to stop beating and my lungs to stop taking in air. I thought she had no memories left.

Her hand reaches up to tentatively touch the bunny clip in her hair that she's worn every single day I've seen her. I watch as her lips curl into the whisper of a smile, nostalgia painted in the way her eyes soften. Her eyes shift to mine and I jump slightly, not prepared for this look of complete and utter innocence.

"Have you ever...felt like-no," she corrects herself, head tilting up to look at the stars, "have you ever known that something important was missing? Like, you walk into a room and forget why you went in there in the first place but you know it was for something you needed?"

I nod silently as she looks at the clasped hands in her lap. "Of course..." You. You are what's always been missing for me...

"The past ten years have been that way for me," she admits with a sigh. Finally, she looks back at me again. "I found this clip in my hair on my thirteenth birthday." Pulling the clip from her hair, she holds it up for me to see. "Someone gave it to me. And I can't remember who..."

"Are you sure you it wasn't just a gift from a classmate?"

She shakes her head. "I didn't have friends as a kid." I want to take her hand in mine so badly. But, she always shies away from contact. "The piece I played for my audition...I won a competition with it as a child. Except...it was a duet competition. How can I not remember who I played with?"

"..." I can't find any words to say. Hatori messed up somehow. There's no other way she would be able to put it together. But...she's been thinking of me and looking for me all this time! How do I tell her it was me?

Waving her hand dismissively in the air, she lowers her head. "I told you it was silly-"

"Not at all!" She glances at me, grief swimming in her eyes. I'm the cause of that. She should never have that look on her face. I scoot closer and open my arms to give her a comforting hug.

She flinches back, panic filling her features. "What about the curse??" I immediately stop my movements as she looks around. "I'm sorry," yn covers her mouth in surprise, "I...don't know where that came from."

I can't stand it anymore.

Without thinking, I wrap her up in my arms. She goes still for a long moment, her heart thudding so fast against her chest I can feel it in mine. I carefully take the clip from her hand and place it back in her hair. "Yn," I whisper into her hair as I kiss it.

Seconds later, her arms slowly wrap around my middle. She clings tightly to the back of my jacket as she starts to shake. "Momiji!"

"What did you say?" I pull back slightly to search her face.

Her eyes are watering, a few tears dripping off her lashes. She sniffles, rapidly looking at every aspect of my face before smiling. "It's you."

"It's me." A small sob escapes her as she throws herself back into my arms. I squeeze her tightly, lips buried in her hair, never intending to let go of her again.

But, she untangles herself from me abruptly and scoots back. "Wait, what about-" she waits, probably realizing that minutes have gone by since our embrace and I'm still human. "How did...when did-"

"Oh, mein schatzi," I chuckle warmly, the hole that's been longing for her finally filled, "I have so much to tell you!"

Her whole face lights up. She finally remembers me. We're finally together. Nothing is standing in the way of us living the life we were always meant to live together. She reaches out and cups my face. Her thumbs brush my cheek and come away slick. I didn't realize I was crying, too.

"My birthday is coming up," she whispers hopefully, "and I know exactly what I want-"

I swallow her words with my lips on hers, my hand cupping the back of her neck gently. She presses against me, her arms holding me snug against her. Our lips push and pull, like the waves that crash on the beach shore. And I'm sure I'm not getting any oxygen because the only thing I want to breathe in is her existence. Her serendipitous reappearance in my life.

My lungs start to burn and I know that it will have to end soon. But, I don't want it to. I want to keep feeling her in my arms, smelling the perfume on her neck, and tasting the tea on her tongue. And she wants the same. I know it. But, eventually it becomes too much to bear, and I have to pull away.

We pant with foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the air between us. "Sorry," I swallow thickly, "I couldn't wait until your birthday...I've already waited almost ten years for you."

"So, you..." She begins quietly, smile quirking one corner of her lips. "You've never..."

I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, closing my eyes as I kiss her forehead for a long moment. "I've never kissed anyone like that before. I've been saving it for you. Only for you."

[firstagent]

Since you enjoy questions ranking between seasons, here’s one:

Assume the concept of Digimon never existed. Rank the main cast of each season in order of how cohesive the friend group would be if they met under mundane circumstances (with 1 being the group that would still easily be a tight-knit group of friends and last place being the biggest dumpster fire)

Wavered over this a few times and realized how crucial it was to define the circumstances better. Even if they're mundane, everything changes depending on if they signed up for whatever brought them together (like a club), how long they were stuck together (like camp), and if they had to accomplish anything as a team (like a group assignment). In the end, we're going with the most mundane of the mundane scenarios, and guaranteed to get diverse groups of kids interacting... if 80s movies are any indicator:

Saturday Detention

Just the characters stuck alone in a library for eight hours. Other than pre-existing relationships and friendships, they have never met before. They have no obligation to meet after this. They're supposed to be silent and doing their own busywork, but lol no.

No weed. Probably.

Frontier- If any group could benefit from eight hours of group therapy *without* something trying to kill them every five minutes, it's these guys. Takuya's not going to keep his mouth shut for long, Junpei's going to try (and fail) to flirt with Izumi, and as irritated as Koji is with everyone's antics, everyone's going to open up fast when Koichi pipes in with "hey I think you're my brother." They'll get a lot accomplished and won't forget it afterwards.

Zero Two- Absolute madness for the first hour or so when Daisuke and Takeru get into some stupid argument that Hikari has to mediate. This will get Miyako joining in trying to get them to shut up, with Iori jumping in when he finally gets sick of it. That'll calm everyone down and get them to realize that the way Miyako interacts with Hikari and Daisuke makes her a perfect fit in their group, dragging in Iori by force. Despite sitting in the back trying not to get noticed, Ken will get roped into their antics before the end of the day, and Daisuke will insist on inviting him to all future hangouts.

Adventure: (2020)- Two key reasons this version finishes ahead of the '99 team: this Taichi and Yamato don't argue that much, and Taichi's going to insist on everyone getting involved in whatever stupidity they invent to pass the time. Some will protest. Not just Joe: Koshiro will be awkward about it and Mimi may consider their goofing off beneath her until she can't resist joining the fun. They're not baring their souls or anything, but everyone will enjoy the nonsense too much to want to give it up at the end of the day.

Adventure- There's a clear line of demarcation between Taichi/Hikari/Sora/Koshiro, Yamato/Takeru, Joe, and Mimi. With nothing pressing on them, the streams aren't going to cross as easily. They'll slowly turn around once Hikari and Takeru start playing and Joe or Sora grow receptive to Mimi insisting on socializing with them. Yamato or Sora might accidentally let something meaningful out to somebody and a few new individual bonds will certainly be forged, offering some hope that the entire group of eight becomes a fully fledged squad.

Tamers- What are they supposed to do in detention if they're not writing poignant goodbyes to their frazzled teacher? You'll definitely see Takato, Hirokazu, and Kenta properly welcome Juri into their group longterm, but the others might be more of a struggle. There won't be as much of an impetus to bring in Jianliang, and he'd be content to keep to himself while keeping his sister out of trouble. Ryo might be welcomed in if the boys don't fanboy too hard, and approaches will be made towards Ruki. It's hard to say she'd be too receptive from anyone other than Juri, who's already a bit of an outsider, so it's an awkward fit going forward.

Xros Wars- Taiki and Akari have a good bond. Yuu and Nene have a good bond. But at some point these two pairs will get snippy with each other and start co-mingling. They will barely tolerate Zenjirou, but he's attached to them whether they like it or not. Kiriha's a wild card, since Taiki's going to try to include him once the other five are established. He'll probably cave after a bit, and enough pestering might get him to reveal something deeper that makes them consider staying friends in the future. But without anything meaningful like that, they probably can only stand each other in small groups and limited doses.

Appmon- Haru is perfectly content ignoring everyone except Yuujin and his stack of books. Rei is perfectly content ignoring everyone period. Eri and Astra will attempt to strangle each other at least once in the first two hours. But you'd hope they'd settle down and at least have a conversation where they gain a begrudging respect for each other. And they're both so damn gregarious that they'd at least try to get to know the other kids in the room. Haru and Yuujin are receptive and pleasant to talk to, but not really interested in hanging out afterwards. Wildly, this team shoots up multiple spots if we let in Ai as her instant rapport with Haru, Yuujin, Eri, and Rei would create a lot of meaningful connections in a hurry.

Hunters- First instinct is to put them at the bottom since none of them even come to like each other even with a world-threatening event they need to work together to prevent. But similar to Frontier or 2020, some of them just won't shut up. Tagiru is already friends with Taiki and Yuu and will absolutely try to suss out Ryouma, Ren, and Airu. And since those three may not have known each other prior to the Hunt, it might actually work. Not becoming friends with Tagiru so much, but in coaxing them out of their shell so that they talk to the others. Ryouma and Taiki could absolutely have a conversation contentious enough that they both appreciate the candor. Yuu and Airu will still turn into Yuu and Airu. There's every reason to expect everyone to end the day counting the minutes until they never have to see each other again, but there are enough pockets of potential that they all may get together as an excuse to exploit those nuggets of interest even though they all kind of hate each other.

Savers- Touma's happy to keep to himself and Yoshino's going to feel like she's babysitting Masaru and Ikuto. Those two will be absolutely insufferable breaking every rule they can, and Touma getting annoyed and rising to Yoshino's aid could well lead to a proper fistfight. Once Yoshino doles out the icepacks, there's a glimmer of potential if they can calm down and talk through their baggage, but even if they can come to some sort of understanding and appreciation for each other, they're all very different people at different stages of their life and unlikely for it to be more than a fleeting moment.

Ghost Game- Bottom for Ghost Game? But they made a pretty cool team, I hear you say. But like Appmon, they were forced into it! And judging by how much their friends comment on how weird it is that they hang out, they're probably not doing so under normal circumstances. This scenario brings them together, with one problem: Kiyoshiro's going to be a stickler for the rules and insist that they keep to themselves. And Hiro's just going to go along with that because he's Hiro. Ruli of course will be incensed about not getting to socialize, but again Hiro's not inclined to rock the boat. As a consolation, this may be the most likely team to feature some closet action as she'd absolutely drag Hiro away from Kiyoshiro for a chance to talk. But even if they strike up some sort of manipulative friendship, Kiyo's not a part of any future plans.

Oh, and since I've been thinking about this since the 02 movie...

Honorable Mention: The Movie Triplets- Maybe not quite as potent without their partnership challenges, but try sticking Wallace, Meiko, and Lui in a room together. Lui's got an awful past, Meiko has a deep compassion for broken things, and Wallace can meet them both halfway... plus willingly starts conversations! Eight hours will forge these three into an incredible friend group... or the most uncomfortable three-sided love triangle. Or both. Probably both.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FROM "A MOUTHFUL OF MILLER" TO SOBRIETY IN ENCROACHING MIDDLE AGE -- A B. BOY EVOLUTIONARY STORY.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the BEASTIE BOYS during their "Licensed to Ill" era, on tour, shot just before they went onstage at their first ever Toronto gig, c. 1986. 📸: Rick McGinnis. Also included are portraits of the B. Boys 20 years later, c. 2006, in Toronto, by Rick McGinnis.

OVERVIEW: "HERE’S ANOTHER BUNCH OF NEGATIVES I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE AGAIN. These old pics of the Beastie Boys were in the same old file folder, buried behind old receipts and tax stuff, as the photos of THE MINUTEMEN I featured here a few weeks ago. More juvenilia, back from when I was still learning how to use a camera.

These are not great portraits. They’re not even particularly good snapshots. But thanks to my new Vivitar 285 flash, bought at B&H in New York City the previous fall, they were at least properly exposed – if you like the look of direct flash, which I don’t, and didn’t, even then.

So why even bother posting them? Well, they might not be great shots, but if I’ve learned anything from putting old photos online, almost any picture becomes history when even a minority of the audience for it wasn’t born when it was taken. Especially so, I suppose, when someone in the photo is no longer alive.

I shot them just before they went onstage at their first ever Toronto gig, at a tacky new wave disco in Yorkville called the Copa. I was double-dipping – these shots would end up being used by both "Graffiti" magazine and "Nerve." According to the recollections of Perry Stern, who was writing the "Graffiti" piece, he’d spent much of the day before the show with them, walking up and down Yonge Street trying to buy amyl nitrate poppers, which they’d heard were legal in Toronto. (Apparently not, as far as Perry could tell.)

They were boisterous but likeable goofs, according to Perry, more than living up to their budding public image, which would become gold-plated with the release of "Licensed to Ill" a few months later. Their madcap antics would deflate a bit a few minutes after I took these photos, when they went onstage and threw around some beers that broke one of the neon “sculptures” hanging over the dance floor at the Copa. (An incident I’d completely forgotten about until Perry reminded me the other day.)."

-- RICK MCGINNIS (Toronto-based photographer)

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1500x1500, 1500x1007, 1500x1006, 1500x999, & 1024x624.

Source: https://rickmcginnisphotographs.wordpress.com/tag/beastie-boys.

[passing-through-bd]

I don’t write. But for a competition I just wanted to work on this prompt. Here it goes.

*THE ALL-KNOWING*

“It was a lovely day in Sunnyvale. And then the murders began...”

“Dad, it’s at it again.”

“Then leave it alone. You got it just hours ago”

“WHY? It should not be writing science fiction,” Moni heaved a sigh.

“Now where does it say that AIDA writes research papers? How will it even DO research?” Moni’s father

chimed in. “We’re meant to see its creative skills. And don’t forget you volunteered.”

Well neither of them was wrong really. No one knew what this application, AIDA, was supposed to do. It

was developed as an AI to observe. But none of the civilian volunteers knew what its purpose was.

Sometimes its responses didn’t even seem relevant. But it seemed to love murders.

"It has access to every piece of information that humans have; it should be working to use that.” Moni

went on. “The manufacturers did say that it was designed to use provided information to aid mankind,”

“Maybe it IS helping us and we’re just too dumb to see it.”

“I’m going to give it prompts. 'I want you to share your observations based on what I tell you about my

week. I was in our chemistry lab yesterday, just goofing around....’”

The software waited a few moments and replied, "Maybe someone should go check on the lab.”

“Why?”

“Just an observation.”

“Weird observation. So, the day before that my friend was driving me to a concert and we nearly ran

someone over. I almost had a heart attack. But the guy was fine though.”

The software started to speak over its speakers. “Maybe find alternatives in case your shipments are

delayed.”

“The order for camping gear?”

“You’re going to leave soon. Best be ready by then.”

“They’re never late. And that has nothing to do with what I just said.”

“I have access to everything, Moni. Even to footage of your little accident. I’m just an observer meant to

help you.”

“Well, you’re not being helpful. I’ll talk tomorrow. Keep on doing whatever you’re supposed to be doing.

Write some more about murders I guess.”

But tomorrow came and went without Moni sitting in front of a laptop. There was an accident at her lab.

No one was hurt but a little section was damaged. Her best guess was that something wasn’t stored

properly. For now, she had to make a report on necessary repairs.

The next day was just as hectic. Her gear wasn't here yet and the camping trip was the next day. She had

to buy everything by herself and cancel the humongous order.

And only then could she let it sink in. She ran. She stumbled and ran to her computer monitor.

“How did you know that?” No explanation was needed. AIDA knew everything. She always knew

everything. “I had access to your lab’s cameras. I know that guy was in-charge at your local supplier. He

quit after the near-death experience.”

“Then why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

“You told me to observe, and I observed. I know what’s going on in our starships, hundreds of light years

away. I know what’s inside the returning starships. We have finally found others.”

Just then Moni’s father ran into the room. "Moni! A meteor crashed near Tonga. I can’t contact your

brother.”

Moni could swear AIDA was smirking. "It's not a meteor. It’s a scout ship from our starship.”

“Why would that close contacts? I’ll check the news. There were other Bangladeshis too.”

Her screen flickered with a well-dressed man. But it wasn’t news about Tonga.

“Medical professionals are suggesting immediate lockdown and quarantine for the entire state.”

The headline read “Trouble in Sunnyvale”. Moni changed the channel.

“This small city in California might cause the next plague. Only yesterday the city rejoiced as their 3

children returned from a decades long mission in space to find extraterrestrial life and habitable planets.

But within 24 hours 98 citizens including the astronauts have died from unknown reasons. More than

200 are hospitalized. An investigation is already underway, but the situation is worsening.”

Moni turned to AIDA. “You knew. You always do. Is this a new disease? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“But I did, Moni. I told you at the very beginning, didn’t I? They're here. Our search is over. Our own

planet is the most habitable. They're here.”

[snickerdoodlesandsausages]

You are not dumb and have probably tried many things, but here’s what has helped me:

I absolutely cannot do intermittent goof-off rewards. I’m either in Work Mode or I’m not, and I can’t let myself out of Work Mode before I’m done or it’s over.

I often find it easier to get started if I have to accomplish a certain amount of Task before I have to leave to go do a fun thing that I will be sad if I have to cancel. It works best if it’s that day, but a day or two out can still work ok if the thing is exciting enough.

The fun thing can be seeing a friend or playing a video game or watching an extra episode or three of a show before bed, the important thing is that there is a limited period of time I have to accomplish the work and the promise of free time/friend time as the prize. If you have control over deadlines, try to give yourself ~half as much work as you think you COULD accomplish if you were Properly Dedicated, as it will decrease the chances of panic and despair and increase the chances of Extra Free Time, which is a) wonderful and b) will allow you to recover from adrenaline-fueled hard stuff, which takes a lot out of you.

I think there are 2 reasons this works for me:

1) race -> adrenaline for me, which is the only thing other than dopamine that will get me to do stuff, and

2) the thought of Infinite Work immediately makes my brain rebel. I need rest and playtime and if I don’t schedule enough of it every week and hold it as sacrosanct as any work obligation, I will take that time when I’m not supposed to have it. It’s ok to have goals, but “a year’s worth of work in a month by hyperfocusing for 8 hours a day” is not realistic and is a great way to get burnt out and injured if you somehow do it, and is a pointlessly discouraging way to think about yourself and your work if you don’t. Buying myself time to goof off with maximum delight and intention is much more motivating.

Another thing that helps is if I go to another place to work where I only have my work stuff, so that I can’t immediately act on thoughts of “I should really do my laundry” or “do I have enough milk in the fridge” or whatever, and I have to work around whatever I forgot to bring. Forgot my charger? Guess I have to get this done before my battery dies. Don’t like this song? I’m not in charge of the playlist anyway.

A third thing that helped when I had to do Infinite Notes for a history class was timing how long it took me to read and summarize each paragraph and work to get my times down. I started at 5 minutes, then worked my way down to 4 then 3 then sometimes I could do it in 2, WITHOUT doing it any worse; I learned how to pick out and write down what I actually needed to know much faster.

If there’s an equivalent “task that takes 5 minutes or less that you have to do a bunch of times” for any of the steps of Draw Comic (plan poses for one panel? Line art of one object? Flat colors on one object? Idk but you probably do) you might give it a shot. Don’t relax your standards, but I guarantee there is a bite small enough that you can do it right in that amount of time. You’re not here to churn out mediocre garbage, you’re here to achieve excellence efficiently. When you’re done, take 30 seconds for a deep breath, food/water, fix your posture/stretch, then dive right into the next one and try to do it faster and better so that your momentum doesn’t die.

Racing is a really tiring way to work, so don’t heap too much on yourself. Don’t do more than you need to meet your deadlines, and don’t work ahead without plans for your time off.

Does anybody know any faster ways to get yourself into Work Mode? The way I try to slowly build up momentum by allowing myself to just do nothing uninterrupted until the urge to get work done comes naturally doesn't work because my Doing Nothing can and will get interrupted, so it's like trying to build a card house while locked in an elevator with five ferrets who hate it in the elevator and want to get out but don't understand that you have to build the card house in order to open the door, so they keep knocking it over because they're bored and anxious and keep stopping you from doing what you all want to get done.

[kittyt-hexxed]

Let Me In

Dark!Demon!Vi x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Non-con undertones, Demonic haunting, claw marks, objects being thrown, seeing a figure, hearing voices, being touched by something, bodily possession, threats, praises, masturbation (dildo use), voyeurism, consensual somnophilia (fingering), rough sex (strap-on use), feeling of being watched, soul contract, obsession

Summary: You’re given a stuffed bunny as a comfort item for your birthday. Weird things start happening and your girlfriend is acting a lot more clingy than usual. Unfortunately, something else came into your home with the bunny, and it likes what it sees.

Author Note: First, I’m sorry this took so long. I had a really hard day yesterday and writing was the last thing on my mind. Secondly, Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain! I’m doing a fun Halloween tarot pull this evening that I might post. I think you’ll like the cards ;)

You were curled up on the couch and watching your favorite show for the thousandth time. Your friends had left a few hours ago after helping you clean up the mess you made. Your birthday was celebrated in the best way possible - surrounded by your friends, aggressively playing rock band on your old Wii, and goofing around like you were all children again. Your birthday gifts were things that you needed like body wash, perfume, and some sexy lingerie. The lingerie was from your girlfriend and everyone had teased you like crazy when you pulled it from the box. You laughed and Amelia winked at you saying to keep it ready for the next time she came over. But, your favorite gift out of all of them was an adorable vintage stuffed bunny that Molly got you. You squealed excitedly and immediately started cuddling the cute thing, surprised that it smelled like violets. Molly told you that it used to be owned by someone, pointing out the name Violet written on the inside of the right ear in sharpie. You didn’t mind that at all. You love that it has a rich history and, if anything, it made you love it more.

“Goodnight, Nini.” You let out a yawn and cuddle up to the bunny a little tighter. You were too tired to get up from the couch, so you turn over and pull the blanket up to your chin and fall asleep.

The sound of something falling in the apartment wakes you up, jolting you from your dream. You open your eyes and squint into the darkness, wondering what fell to have made such a loud noise. You feel for your phone and pick it up, flinching at the bright light of your phone screen. 2:25 am. You sigh and turn the flashlight on, shining it around the living room to see what it was. You pause when you see your canvas painting on the floor and pout. ‘I thought I hung that up properly. I’ll move it in the morning.’ You turn your light off, stretch to put your phone on the coffee table, and curl back up under the blankets.

Over the course of a month, strange things have been happening in your apartment. It started small with things being moved a few inches from where you put them. You almost didn’t even notice that it was happening. Then, items would be in a completely different place than where you put them. Your phone would be on your bed after a shower when you knew it was on the counter. Nini would appear in your arms when you fell asleep out in the living room. You had shrugged it off as you forgetting that you moved them or that you were so sleepy when you grabbed Nini you didn’t remember doing it. But, that changed one night.

After a long day at work, you came home and wanted to relieve some stress. You could practically hear your dildo calling your name when you entered your bedroom. You hurriedly got out of your clothes and jumped into the shower before drying yourself off and yanking your drawer open. Sometimes you wanted to laugh at how excited you could get over a piece of silicone but today was not that day. You got into bed, getting as comfortable as possible before reaching for the bottle of lube. You made sure your dildo had enough before slipping it in. A satisfied groan leaves your lips as it soothes some of the burning. With practiced ease, you fuck yourself, letting out low moans as it hits all the right places. Your breathing becomes irregular as that knot in your abdomen grows tighter. But, you feel a little off and that makes you pause. You open your eyes and look around your room, seeing nothing but your things. ‘Weird. I feel like I’m being watched by someone. Maybe I’m just feeling paranoid after the day I’ve had.’ You shake your head, close your eyes, and relax once more.

You moan your girlfriend’s name as you go a little faster, imagining that she’s the one doing this instead of you. Picturing her cocky smirk and how her lip ring shines when she does that, the bouncing of her tits as she rocks into you, and the feeling of her soft hands on your body. After a harder thrust than necessary, trying to mimic the way Amelia does it when you’re close, you cum and loudly moan her name. You attempt to fuck yourself through it, but the pleasure is too much so you let go. You’re breathing heavily as you come down from your high, slowly taking out the dildo so you don’t crash down too hard. In your dazed state, you could have sworn you heard a woman’s voice say, “do it again” and that was motivation enough to get up and clean your toy and yourself. 

By the time you do that, you’re too tired to bother making dinner and decide to go to bed. You put your toy away, crawl into bed and grab Nini. Like always, you squeeze her to your chest and let your eyes drift shut. Sometime in the night, you wake up for an unknown reason. You find yourself gazing into the dark room, eyes wandering around when you freeze and feel a chill go down your spine. By the end of your bed is a figure of a woman and you can’t take your eyes off of it. ‘Is this real? Is this a dream? What’s going on?’ Your heartbeat picks up in your chest as it feels like it’s looking at you. Like it knows that you know it’s there. You hug Nini tighter, the smell of violets bringing you the comfort that you needed. When you blink, the figure is gone and you pass out shortly after.

In the morning, you woke up feeling a subtle sting on your thigh. When you looked down, you saw a few red scratch marks and that unnerved you. After what you had seen in the night - still unsure of whether or not that was a dream - you got dressed for work feeling a little rattled. Before you left, you texted your girlfriend and asked if she’d spend a few days with you. Amelia had agreed and teased that you could wear that new bodysuit for her. You playfully responded that she might have to wear it for you, making her laugh.

As you are getting ready for Amelia to come over, putting on one of your other lingerie sets, you stumble forward as if you’ve been pushed. Confused, you glance behind you but see nothing. ‘Did I just lose my balance? No one is here to push me… What the fuck?’ You furrow your brow. A knock sounds at the front door and you hurriedly put a t-shirt on. You rush out of your room and unlock the door to see your girlfriend standing there.

“Hey, baby.” Amelia smiles, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips, “Are you okay? You look a little spooked.”

“I’m okay. I just lost my balance earlier and nearly face-planted into the wall.” You chuckle, closing the door behind her.

“I brought dinner.” She lifts up the plastic bag in her hand, “It’s your favorite.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” You smile sweetly, kissing her cheek, “Let’s eat, and then we can cuddle on the couch?”

“Sounds perfect.” Amelia grins.

Nothing weird happened the first two days that Amelia stayed with you. In fact, you forgot about it. The two of you indulged in each other, exchanging kisses, playing around, and having sex. You idly had the feeling of being watched while you two had sex, but it vanished as you got more focused on your girlfriend. That should’ve been the first sign that something was very very wrong.

“So, what are we watching?” Amelia walks into the room, sitting close to you so you can throw your legs over hers.

“I was thinking How to Train Your Dragon?” You give her the puppy dog eyes, “I know we’ve watched it like a million times, but I want to fall asleep in your arms. And! Nini hasn’t seen it! Pleeeaassee?!” You plead, leaning forward and loosely grabbing her shirt. She stares into your eyes before capturing your lips in a hot kiss that has you climbing into her lap. Her hands dip beneath the waistband of your shorts to squeeze your ass and a shiver goes up your spine as Amelia gets a good grip. You break the kiss - even though you don’t want to - and give her a curious look.

“What?” Amelia asks.

“You’ve never kissed me like that before.” You blush, “What’d I do to earn that?”

“Be really fucking cute.” Amelia grins, “Now do you want to watch the movie or continue to let me kiss you?” You bite your lip, contemplating what she said.

“One more kiss and then we can watch the movie.” You smile and lean in. That one more kiss ended up with you pinned to the couch while your girlfriend practically devoured your lips. Your legs are wrapped around her waist, her hands up your shirt, and on your chest. You have never been kissed like this by her and you were absolutely loving it. That was until you realized how wet you were and that you wanted to watch the movie even though you were turned on.

“Okay…” You breathe out after pushing her away, “As much as I’m loving this. I want to watch the movie… but I don’t mind you touching me if I fall asleep.”

“I need a direct yes or no on that, Y/n.” Amelia says sternly, making you bite your lip.

“You can touch me if I fall asleep during the movie.” You chuckle as Amelia brightens up. So you get up and grab Nini before snuggling on the couch. Amelia tosses a blanket over the two of you and you press up against her as her arm rests across your waist. You’re so engrossed in the movie that you end up falling asleep before the ending. But, you’re woken up by the feeling of your girlfriend’s fingers between your thighs. Even in your half-wake state, you can hear the soft praises leaving her lips.

“You feel so good, princess.”

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

“You’re such a good girl.”

“I love the feeling of your wet cunt.”

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You fall back asleep after your orgasm, drifting off into a dream of that very same thought. When you've woken up in the morning, Amelia’s face is buried in your neck and she whines when you try to get up. You giggle and wake her up, getting a confused look from her when she realizes that she’s on the couch. She asks you when the two of you fell asleep out here and you told her it was sometime after the movie. That only seemed to make her more confused, but she got up and left for work without any other questions.

Amelia chooses to stay longer but you notice that things are off with her, since your place is closer to her job. In the evenings when she’s home, she’s all over you like you’re a glass of water and she’s been out in the desert for weeks. Kissing you and touching you in ways that she’s never done before that have your body burning. But, in the mornings, she’d be confused or not remember what you did the night before. When you asked her if she was okay, she said it was probably because she was stressed.

You felt bad about that so you wanted to treat her since it was your day off. So, you spent part of your day making the apartment look really romantic. Lighting candles, cooking her favorite meal, getting her favorite dessert, and putting on the new lingerie that she got you. You stood in front of the mirror and checked yourself out, letting your hands roam your body as you admired how it looked on you. ‘Amelia is going to lose it when she sees me in this.’ You giggle. Something shifts in the corner of the mirror, prompting your eyes to flick up and you freeze. The same shadowy figure you saw a week ago was standing behind you and you start to tremble in fear. You were wide awake this time. What happened a week ago wasn’t a nightmare. You can’t take your eyes off of it, can’t move as it takes a step closer to you. Your heart is in your throat as it walks until it’s behind you, a cold chill appearing along your back as it does that makes your trembling worse.

You can’t think. You can’t do anything but stare at it in the mirror. You stop breathing as its hands lift, reaching out to caress your hips, and you want to scream when you can feel it against your skin. It’s ice cold. The hands go up your body, one clawed finger brushing over your bottom lip when you hear a growling voice, “I can touch you, little princess.” And then it vanished. Your legs gave out beneath you and you drop to your knees, breathing heavily as you try to process what happened. ‘What? Wha… what the fuck was that?! W-Was that a-a- demon?’ Your phone rings, making you scream but you get up and grab it realizing that it’s Amelia calling.

“H-Hello?” You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself but you can’t because of the feeling of being watched.

“Hey, baby! I’m on my way home. Do you want me to pick something up or are you cooking?” Amelia’s voice soothes your frayed nerves.

“I’m cooking so you don’t need to pick anything up, but um…” You nervously look around the room, “Will you stay on the phone with me? I missed your voice.”

“You’re adorable.” She laughs, “Sure, I’ll stay on the phone with you for the rest of my drive. Why don’t I tell you about my day?” You agree, cautiously putting your clothes on. For the next fifteen minutes, Amelia keeps you company as she rambles about her day. You finish making dinner and place it on the table when she hangs up. It would only take her a few minutes to get here, but that left you tense and scanning the apartment for the demon. Suddenly, everything started making sense. Objects moving from where you put them, the scratches you’d wake up to, the figure you saw when you woke up in the night, and the feeling of being watched. Because you are being watched. But the question is why? When did this happen and how did it happen?

The sound of the door opening makes you flinch but you jump up from the couch when you see Amelia. You’re running over to embrace her and give her a kiss before she can comment on the decorations. Your eagerness takes her by surprise but she kisses you back just as enthusiastically.

“What’s all of this?” Amelia laughs when you break the kiss.

“You said you were stressed so I wanted to do something nice for you.” You giggle, “Go get changed and we can eat… and you can have a little surprise after.” You whisper seductively, kissing her neck.

“I am more than okay with that.” She grins. You don’t tell Amelia what happened earlier. You wanted her to enjoy the night that you had planned for her. You’ll tell her about what happened tomorrow but you needed to have one last night of normality before things went crazy. If your girlfriend didn’t believe that you have a demon in your apartment, she might just leave you. And then there was the issue of figuring out how long this demon has been with you and everything else on top of that.

“So… What’s my surprise?” Amelia asks as she put her plate in the sink. You give her a flirty smile, slowly backing up toward your bedroom, as you motion for her to follow you. You were wet from the thought of what’s to come, excited to get what you’ve been craving for these last few days.

“You have to come here and find out.” You purr, before giggling and slipping into your room. You reach up and undo your dress, letting it drop to the floor as Amelia appears in the doorway. Her eyes widen, tongue flicking over her lips as she scans your body. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Amelia purrs, walking over to you, “My beautiful princess.” She grabs your hips and yanks you towards her, making you put your hands on her chest.

“What are you going to do to me then?” You whisper, pressing your body against hers, “Princesses deserve to be worshiped, don’t they?”

“You’re so lucky I’m packing right now.” Amelia growls, backing you towards the bed, “You better spread those pretty legs of yours nice and wide for me. Are you going to let me in?” 

“Of course, I am.” You fall onto the bed with a giggle, watching in anticipation as she removes her clothes to reveal her strap underneath.

“And you’re going to cum for me when you do?”

“That’s the plan.” You wink.

“Legs.” She clicks her tongue and you obey, spreading your legs to reveal your wet slit. You knew she was really looking forward to this one because it’s crotchless. There would be nothing to take off or move out of the way.

Amelia settles between your legs before leaning down and kissing you. It’s hot and rough with her biting at your lip and sticking her tongue into your mouth. You moan against her lips as you feel her rub the strap along your slit, coating it in your slick so she can enter you. She grabs your hips and you’re needily pulling her towards you with your legs. With a chuckle from her, she slides into you and you groan in relief.

“Ready, baby?” Her eyes are hungry as she waits for your response.

“I’m ready.” You hum, “Be rough with me tonight? You haven’t done that before.”

“Only if you tell me what you like.”

“I will.” You smile.

She starts off slow, trying to find the right rhythm that has you the most vocal. Once she does, it only takes a few questions before she’s pounding into your pussy. You’re surprised by how rough she’s being with you right away, but the pleasure you’re feeling is worth it. Her hips snap forward to find your g-spot and leave you breathless. You whine out her name and beg her to go faster, throwing your head back onto the pillows when she does.

Your breathing is ragged from the constant pleasure you’re feeling, moans slipping out as you become more and more dazed. Amelia praises you for taking her strap, for presenting yourself for her, and it sends a wave of heat through you. You lay there and let her fuck you, enjoying the moment of your girlfriend being so comfortable with letting loose. She was usually more reserved and a bit quieter, but she was really praising you tonight. It made you want to cry because it felt so nice to hear her say those things.

“I love you.” Amelia groans, pushing her strap deeper.

“I love you, too.” You gasp out.

As you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge, you feel funny. It feels like there’s pressure in the center of your chest as if someone was pushing down on it. You couldn’t focus on either one of them, caught between the two sensations as they both built up.

“F-Fuck, Amelia!” You whine out, your body tensing as you cum and that pressure seems to root itself in your chest. Your girlfriend draws out your orgasm before leaning down and placing a kiss in the center of your chest. Her lips feel cool against your warm skin and you sigh contentedly as she pulls out. You lay there and enjoy your post-orgasm daze while you hear her moving around. You open your eyes when you feel her hand on your cheek to see her looking at you with wide, adoring eyes.

“I can’t believe you let me in.” Amelia chuckles, making you furrow your brow.

“What do you mean by that, baby?” You put your hand over hers.

“I could get used to a pretty thing like you calling me that.” Amelia smirks and you scream when her eyes change from their beautiful hazel to a vivid red. You scramble backward on your bed as the white of her eyes turns black and you’re frozen as Amelia’s body drops to the ground. Black smoke rises from your girlfriend’s body and forms into that shadow figure you encountered earlier today. You watch in horror as the shadow starts changing colors and looks more solid. In a short minute, there’s a woman with pink hair standing in front of you wearing clothing that triggers something in your memory. 

“Y-You’re…” You swallow, “You’re that demon from earlier.”

“I am.” She hums, a wicked smile on her face, “Surprise.”

“T-That can’t be possible. You-” Your eyes dart to your - hopefully - unconscious girlfriend, “What did you do to her? How are you- How are you even here?!” You stutter, feeling hysterical. Amelia could be dead and you’re talking to a fucking demon!

“Her? She’s fine. She’ll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of what happened after dinner.” The demon shrugs, “How am I here? You welcomed me into your home over a month ago. Very kind of you, I might add. I’ve never been cuddled so tightly before.” She chuckles like she told the funniest joke.

“Cuddled…” Your eyes immediately go to Nini who’s propped up in the corner of your bed. You always kept her there unless you wanted to snuggle up on the couch, “Nini…?” You breathe out, looking back at the demon in shock as a blush covers your face.

“Bingo.” She grins, reaching over you to pick up the stuffed bunny, “I was originally going to consume your soul, but you treated me so sweetly that I started to like it. And if I killed you then it would stop and I’d be on to the next meal who may not be as sweet.” The annoying buzzing in your head from trying to place why she looks so familiar was getting to you. Her clothes, her hair, even her face were all bothering you. ‘I know it was something from history class… the club explosion that happened forty years ago? That’s it! She reminds me- No, she looks like one of the women they found dead. What was her name? Fuck, why can’t I remember it all of a sudden?!’

“Violet!” You shout, startling the demon, “Your name is Violet, isn’t it? You were the girl who originally owned Nini a-and you… died in that club explosion.” You say quietly.

“I died with nothing but rage and revenge on my mind.” Violet plays with the bunny’s ears, “When you die like that there’s no rest for you. I took my rage out on everyone I came into contact with after they donated my bunny. It got fun after a while and I got to consume their souls when they had nothing but despair left in their hearts.” She sighs wistfully.

“Then I was handed over to you, and you…” Your breathing hitches as she pins you to the bed, “You quickly became my obsession. Imagine my glee when I found out that you had a girlfriend. I tricked her into letting me possess her because I wanted you. I’ve spent every single night with you for the past week, princess.” Her eyes glow in excitement.

“Y-You-” You feel your heart drop. Those changes in Amelia.. her memory loss and her attitude change with you were because Violet was possessing her. The kisses, the caresses, the sweet words, and the way she touched you so skillfully were all from Violet. Even just now during sex. ‘I was so in love with the way Amelia opened up… all the things she said… that was her.’ A tear runs down your face and Violet wipes it away.

“Don’t cry.” Violet coos, “You’ve given me a physical form, so I touch you myself. Your soul belongs to me now, princess. I’ll be by your side and be able to love you forever.” She purrs, brushing her lips against yours.

“M-My soul- belongs to you?” You whimper, “H-How?”

“You agreed to let me in.” Violet taps the center of your chest, “There’s a mark here. My symbol. And, that pressure you’re feeling? That’s the contract you made with me. You won’t die until I decide to consume your soul which I won’t ever do.” She licks her lips. You were speechless, staring into her eyes to see if she was lying because that’s what demons do, right? Lie. Except, the pressure in your chest reacted when her finger touched your skin. You struggled to get out from under her and she moved off of you, letting you get up from the bed and stand in from of the mirror. In the center of your chest is a pentagram with the roman numeral six (VI) in the middle of it. You shakily touch it and suck in a sharp breath when it doesn’t rub off.

“So you… own me?” You look up in the mirror and flinch when you see that she’s right behind you. One of her arms circles your waist as she brings her hand up to touch the mark, tenderly stroking the skin.

“Forever.” Violet purrs, kissing your neck, “You might want to get rid of that girlfriend of yours before I decide she’s a good meal.”

“C-Can demons even love?” You question.

“What’s not love but obsession?” Violet hums, “And I… am utterly obsessed with you, Y/n, darling.” She tilts your head back and captures your lips in a sinful kiss.

[just-a-creep-babe]

What type of April fools pranks would the creeps pull

-tiny anon

I, ah, went more-so with how they act on April fools instead of what pranks they do, mostly just cause I’m bad at thinking of pranks :”)

ALSO I didn’t have much time to write this & I wanted it out by today, so it might not be as refined as my other writing 😳👉👈

Nonetheless, hope this is alright! ☺️💖

Masterlist: x

Slenderman

No pranks from him tbh

This tired eldritch dad is, unfortunately, probably gonna (unintentionally) get the brunt of most pranks—just cause he’s at the wrong place at the wrong time 😐😔

And, y’know, you would THINK that because he’s telepathic, he’d be able to get a read on what the lil shits are planning, right?

But nope

He never prods into the others’ brains unless he has a reason to (out of respect for their privacy), so he ultimately always ends up paying the price

It doesn’t help that he tends to forget humans have this specific tradition once a year

Otherwise, he probably WOULD peer into their minds to find out what they’re planning

It somehow just always sneaks up on him smh

There was maybe only one year that he just so ~happened~ to remember

And that was pretty much the only year he didn’t get fooled by anyone/anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jeff the Killer

Oh boy

One of the absolute worst people to get pranked by

When he combines forces with BEN?

The two are unstoppable

Pranks range from the classic slime-over-the-doorframe trick to some of the most innovative, dickish pranks he can think of

If only he used his powers for good 😔👊

He can & WILL flip the entire mansion around, if need be, to prank people

Nothing’s off limits if it means he gets to humiliate someone

(Even though he should know not to cross certain boundaries smdh)

He pretty much always ends up having to do EXTRA chores for Slender as a punishment for going too far :”)

BEN Drowned

My mans is part of the aforementioned chaos duo

Being a ghost entity that roams the internet, he happens to get ~plenty~ of ideas to fool the others with

He will legit spend WEEKS planning ahead for what he wants to do, how he wants to do it & how it’s all going to go down

Again, if only he used his powers for good :”)

This day of the year is, like, legit the one & only day he plans everything out to a tee

He’s usually a lazy boi™️ but no shortcuts are EVER to be taken on April fools

His fave victims include Masky (it’s funny to see him get so upset), Dark Link (I mean, he’s not gonna pass up an opportunity to embarrass his rival), and, surprisingly, Jeff

He LOVES turning the tables on his prank buddy

Jeff tries to get him back for it, but it’s very difficult to properly fool BEN 👀

Such are the perks of being a super smart internet-lurking ghost, I suppose 🤷‍♀️

Eyeless Jack

Eh, he’s not too keen on the whole thing

He considers himself a bit too mature to deal with that kind of “childish behaviour”

He’s not very fun to prank either, because A) he’s got super fast reflexes, B) he’s got heightened senses, and C) if the others somehow manage to catch him off guard despite that, he’ll just be like “ok cool” and carry on with his day

No Shits Given

Still, knowing how goddamn chaotic the mansion gets during this time of year, more often than not, he tends to make himself sparse

Either he locks himself up in his room, or he sticks around the creeps that also don’t like the tradition, or he leaves and goes,,, wherever he usually goes when he disappears from the mansion sometimes

On the rare occasion that he does stay behind, he might help one of the creeps to get their revenge on someone that pranked them

But only if he’s feeling particular playful that day, which doesn’t happen very often

Honestly, because he takes pity on Slender, if he comes back to the mansion being a mess, he’ll help clean things up

Overall a good boi that deserves some head pats for not turning into a goddamn monkey like the others smh

Masky

Masky is essentially the 2nd tired dad figure that has to deal with “this shit again,” as he puts it

Except, unlike Slender, the others aren’t scared of him, so he might ultimately get the worse brunt of it (even worse than what his boss gets)

Something about the way he reacts just makes for some ✨quality content✨ to the others

And, just because they can, they like to film him

It sucks for Masky, because not only does he get his ass handed to him, but then the others also get blackmail footage of him 😐😐

He hates it lmfaoo

Honestly considers hiding under a rock until the day’s over

But, somehow, they always manage to find him & drag him back out into the fray

This poor manses can’t catch a break

Someone help him please—he’s too tired to deal with this 😔🤘

Hoodie

I know we haven’t gotten to him yet, but Hoodie’s somewhere between Toby & EJ when it comes to the tradition

He’s relatively laid-back & won’t actively go out of his way to fool someone

But, hey, if there’s a prank to be had like right there, who’s he to not go for it?

His pranks tend to be relatively low effort—like a joke or a lie or something that tricks someone into believing something kinda stupid

His victim makes a fool of themselves, everyone has a good laugh, then the joke’s over & people move on

Albeit sometimes, the gag lasts longer than intended

Like that one year he convinced Toby that slugs can communicate telepathically because of all the fungus they eat

And Toby believed it for many months until Slender had to break the news to him 😔😔

Also, somehow?? homeboy’s damn near impossible to prank

Many have tried, all have failed—no one knows how he does it 🤷‍♀️

Ticci Toby

Prank time! Prank time! Prank time!

Boy fucking lives for the day he gets to have fun & mess around with the others

Every year most likely ends up with him getting injured, but hey, nothing new there :/

Unlike BEN & Jeff, he probably won’t turn the mansion upside-down (both figuratively and literally smh) to trick people 

He’s more-so in it for the goofs

Like he doesn’t actually wanna humiliate or embarrass anyone too badly, ya know?

He’ll recruit others & form a prank gang because he knows there’s strength in numbers 😌✨

And it’s an unspoken code that those in the prank gang can’t prank each other

So, honestly?

Toby might be the most wholesome April fools-er out of everyone :3

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Sero NSFW alphabet

I can write sero smut... as a treat. 

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

He treats you like a god once he’s done with you. He’s a big fan of after sex massages. Sero also likes to smoke a little after sex but that usually leads to one of you getting horny and having sex again so like/ not really after sex more like mid sex. 

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

He’s got such a nice jaw and he knows it. Please kiss his jaw and chin he will get so riled up. 

Sero likes your back, it’s got such a nice shape to it and he loves the little moles and freckles on your back. He spends a lot of time touching your back when you too cuddle/ looking at it while he rails you from behind

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

his cum is so fucking thick for no reason. He can’t really do cum shots because it’s too god damn heavy to fly off. it’s also like, sweet? not like a lot just a little sweeter than average, it makes going down on him bearable. 

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

He takes so many practice nudes, Like he is so concerned you won’t like his dick pics so he takes a thousand and only sends you the best ones. this also leads to posing after he gets out of the shower. 

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

I mean he’s had sex before but probably only one or two partners, its a bit of a learning experience for both of you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It changes day to day tbh on the one hand he likes fucking you from behind where you’re laying down, but he also likes it when he tapes your legs above you're head and he fucks you that way but also also he loves it when you ride him - or when He fucks you while spooning gah theirs just too many to chose from. for the most part though he likes positions where he gets to touch you and look at you as much as possible. 

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

...if you read kinktober day 31 you know what i think. Yeah he’s an absolute CLOWN do not trust this boy he will start humming the wee theme song in the middle of blowing your back out. He loves to see you laugh so he might fuck around and start tickling you while he’s eating you ot or something.

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

This boy has a full on bush he is so fucking hairy. he has a thick treasure trail starting at his belly button and leading to his pubes wich are a mess tbh. he keeps it clean but like unless you ask him to trim he won’t think to do it. a lot of chest on his chest and his under arms too

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

Like I said most of the time he’s a goof but hear me out- after like a glass of wine he gets so romantic. Please imagine tipsy Sero whispering soft praise in your ear and calling you pet names in Spanish while he kisses your neck and fingers you. 

something to think about idk

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not often tbh, really only when you’re not around to do it for him but most of the time he’s patient enough to wait for you to be in the mood too. but if you ask he will send you a video of him putting, all those practice nudes pay off. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

food play- That one ask really did something for me AnYwAys. He liked feeding his partner, it really turns him on and he loves it when he gets to eat off of you, and he generally has an oral fixation and this feeds you. 

praise- please he is so soft, he loves to worship your body and tell you how gorgeous he thinks you look when he’s fucking you and he will go feral if you give him some of that energy back he loves it when you praise him

cum play- uhm. hmm, how to phrase this. He likes to cum in you and when he pulls out push the cum back in with his fingers until it’s all soaked up same if he came in your mouth

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

shower/ bath sex babie. He loves the feeling of water around you and it’s also super hot when both of you are sweaty/ dirty he really gets off on that. 

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

when you're clingy. he feels his soul assend to a higher plain of being when you needy and crawl into his lap to hug him. Of course if you’re not feeling it he can be a gentleman and keep his hands to himself but if you want to be even closer with him...

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

piss. Idk he just thinks it’s gross

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

you are his fucking world and his face is your throne please watterboard him he loves to give head you are just so yummy he can’t get enough of you. 

he likes getting head as much as the next guy but it’s really an after thought to absolutely devouring you and making your legs shake. 

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

He likes to go slow and take his time unraveling you. His strokes are long and deep. it’s almost torture that he won’t speed up unless you beg him. Sero takes his sweet time building you up, and you hate it.

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

pretty indifferent tbh. He likes them fine and he enjoys the risk of doing it in some place public but he’d prefer to fuck you properly some where he can take his time with you

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

meh he knows what a he likes so he can be a little hesitant to try something new but he’ll usually bend to your will and try something for you. 

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

pretty average, he can go for a while with out busting but after he cums he gets pretty tired quickly and needs a break in between rounds

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

like I said earlier he loves to tie you up and use his tape on you and he’s a pretty big fan of other toys too like vibrators and nipple clamps, anything to get you worked up really. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

mmm not really a tease in his actions but in his words. He likes to pick on you a little bit to get a laugh or make you beg if you really want something but he’s usually not the type to withhold pleasure, unless you’ve been really bad.

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

He is quiet but he talks a lot. Sero likes to moan in your ear softly, He’ll praise you and tell you how pretty you look right now and whisper how much he loves you but it’s all easily drowed out by the noises you make which he lives to hear. 

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

I didn’t have anywhere else to put this but he is a big Service top / Pleasure dom. He’s not really mean to you and he will do just about anything you want him too but he sure as hell is in charge and he reminds you of that fact by overstimulating you until you’re crying and can’t take anymore. 

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

hee hee he’s got a big cock. I know it I know it’s big. hmm no thoughts just sero’s big cock. uhm anyways like pretty nice it’s long and thick with some pretty purple veins and a slight left curve to it

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

I mean. it’s healthy but not as high as say Kaminiari’s sex drive. little things get him worked up and that tends to build until it’s too much to take

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will stay awake long enough to take care of you but he likes to cuddle pretty soon afterwards. 

[tofuwhale]

Genshin Impact Boy Headcanons!! [Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao & Diluc]

Me and my friend (Tofu) decided to make a bunch of headcanons while we were hyped up about the boys!!!! Please excuse our fangirling lol they’re mainly SFW with a little NSFW mentions in some

I might write one-shots based on these headcanons in the future lol, we’re also open to more headcanon prompts/characters so please leave us an ask!

Enjoy <3 

-🐋

Type of Tiktok boys they would be

Kaeya

Kaeya would own a roleplaying account with the subtitles and shit where it’s like ‘POV: you’re on a date with me’

Smooth asf, actually makes you blush when you watch his tiktoks

Diluc

He would have an account where he’s just mixing cocktails and showing off his skills as a bartender in front of a window

Zhongli

Fashion icon asf

Mainly formal fashion like suits and shit 

He’s confused by the comments because they all say “rail me” and Childe thinks it’s hilarious so he just doesn’t tell Zhongli what it means

Childe

WHITE BOY 

STRAIGHT TIKTOK 

he probably dances like noah beck

Xiao

Bitch doesn't know tiktok 

OR he’s the anonymous type, he uses his mask to hide his identity and shows his hands only 

Comments are horny 

You bake a chocolate cake for your best boy!

Kaeya

So sweet would appreciate the cake

Tells you to close your eyes to spoon feed you asf 

You start blushing and he laughs at you for being flustered so easily

Ends up plugging ur air holes with the cake bc he smashed it to your face

Runs off laughing as you run after him

Diluc

Just thanks you and eats the cake 

If it turns out bad, he would ask to help you next time OR he just wouldn't say anything and smile at you painfully as he eats it 

Offers to get a cook to make you something as well like a true gentleman but you refuse

Zhongli

Confused by the concept of chocolate cake, but tries it anyways to make you happy

Don’t get too happy, he’ll criticise your baking so hard till you have tears spewing out your eyes

Childe

LAUGHS AND SMILES His smile is so bright it blinds you 

HEAD PATS!!!!!

Calls you a ‘good girl’

“Let’s eat it together, okay?”

Xiao 

Says to you he doesn’t like chocolate when you give him it, but eats it when you leave anyways

Asks you to make more, not directly but hints it out later like

“I’m in the mood for some cake rn” 

A total tsundere 

What they’d be like if they’re jealous over you, or if they would even get jealous at all

Kaeya

He’d tease you about it but probably be hurt on the inside 

“Woooow, is this your new boyfriend? Personally I think you could do much better,” and then winks at you

You’d pay for it in bed ;) 

Diluc and Zhongli

They’d pretend not to be bothered, having trust in you and the relationship but would also secretly maybe ask around the city about who the dude you’re talking to is 

Childe

SUPER JEALOUS!!! He’d make sure to let the other guy know that you’re his by hugging you really close and kissing you while the other guy is around 

Maybe a little bit overbearing at times but he’s yours and you’re his so it doesn’t matter <3 

Xiao

Wouldn’t know the concept of jealousy since he’s been alone all his life but he’d feel uncomfy seeing you talk to another person

He’d probably furrow his brows, pout and walk back to his balcony

Being a sad puppy, arms crossed and resting on the rails waiting for you to come back

What they would do if you got a cold and had to stay in bed

Kaeya

Teases you calling you stupid and laughs at you when you say it’s because you tried to pet a cryo slime 

But he makes sure to take care of your commissions and work at the Knights’ while you’re sick 

Diluc

Would personally see to it that you’re taken well care of at the winery

Would walk into the bedroom while he thinks you’re asleep and pet your head and tell you cute stories about his day so that you have good dreams

Zhongli

Silently makes you soup but fails immensely 

you drink it anyways to be nice

Would crawl into the sheets with you while you're asleep to cuddle and then catch your cold

Childe

Holds your hands while you’re in bed and makes sure you get enough sleep, is actually concerned as hell and won’t make any jokes about it 

Won’t be able to do any work or anything, he’d be worrying if you’re ok or not

SOOOOo happy when you’re feeling better but gives you a whole lecture about not staying out so late when it’s cold

Xiao

HE’D MAKE YOU ALMOND TOFU with soup on the side perhaps

Tells you to be more careful

Runs his hands through your hair when you’re about to sleep

First “I love you”

Kaeya

He’d teasingly say “i love you” 

But he says it all the time so you can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not

Would let you suffer alone trying to figure out his intentions when he definitely knows he loves you

Diluc

He’d say it while you’re bedridden with your cold, thinking you’re asleep

It’s because he’s too afraid that one day he’ll eventually lose you 

Zhongli

He never actually says it but shows it through his actions, like buying you plushies and sweets when you’re sad 

He uses your mora to buy the plushies and sweets but you don’t really care anyways because it’s the gesture that counts!!

You know he loves you anyways so he never has to say it <3

Childe

He’d just say it out of nowhere dead serious while you two are goofing around during a pillow fight

You’re really shocked but before you can say anything back he throws another pillow at your face while laughing

‘Pretends’ it never happened after but gets soft when you finally say it back

Xiao

He’d confess during the lantern festival

You’d both be watching the lantern’s

While you’re watching, Xiao would turn to you to see your reaction

Smiles slightly before whispering “i love you”

WOULD REACH FOR YOUR HAND AFTER THAT and squeeze it bc he doesn’t want to lose you either by him dying or you leaving him

The perfect date

Kaeya

Sex. period.

Just a lot of sex like a sex marathon because he loves seeing you being pleasured by him

TONS OF CUDDLING AFTER!!! And sleeping!!! Aftercare yes. 

Diluc

FIGHTING TOGETHER 

He’d think doing things you both love together is best date anyone could do

Y’all have each others backs

Power couple

Zhongli

Shopping. Duh. Mister spends all his mora or wtv buying anything and everything he sees because he’s thinking of you while he buys them

When he runs out he asks for you to pay even though they’re gifts for you

He’s hilarious

Childe

Would be a fun date

Going to the beach to swim or an amusement park with a ferris wheel

The day would end with the two of you sitting on a bench eating ice cream together and he laughs when you get ice cream on your nose

Xiao

Would rather stay at home/hotel room and not get disturbed by anyone

Probably sleeping in because he’s always tired for having to fight nearby enemies

BREAKFAST IN BED!! The two of you eat almond tofu until you’re sick of it 

You drag him out of bed because you want to try to make almond tofu for fun

It tastes bad but you two have fun making it together and that’s what counts!!!!!

(Angst) What an argument with him is like/ What he’s like when you two are fighting or mad at each other

Kaeya 

Annoyed and passive aggressive as hell, probably makes a couple low blows while you’re fighting

He’d click his tongue while you’re running your mouth and leaves the room to let out some steam

Either by drinking and talking to Diluc (who doesnt listen)

Or he goes and fights some slimes

Diluc

He would ignore you until things reach a boiling point where one of you snaps and starts yelling

Busting your lungs out at each other screaming and yelling, you’re crying and both of you blame each other 

After you two get all your emotions out, you start crying and the both of you are emotionally vulnerable af

While you’re both in this state you have a conversation about what bothers each other in the relationship

Zhongli 

Both of you are stubborn as hell, and would refuse to apologize to each other despite knowing that you’re the one in the wrong

Childe has to be the one to get you two to talk to each other constructively about your issues 

Childe

You’d ignore each other for a bit but unlike Zhongli, Childe would probably apologise first because he feels bad and he’s too smart to lose you over a petty argument

The two of you would go over the argument again to sort it out properly and resolve the issue maturely  

Xiao

Silent while you yell at him, just stares at you with an indecipherable emotion on his face 

He just nods and accepts everything you have to say, knowing you need to get it off your chest

Feels like he messed up big time since this is his first real relationship, and goes to the inn’s balcony to think about it

After you yell at him you feel awful and go to apologize

[delvalentine]

Hello! Can I have a romantic matchup for tears of themis please?

Appearance : 5'4 ace/heteromantic girl ambivert.Dark brown hair/eyes (I wear glasses but they are also sun glasses because bright lights give me a headache) a little chubby/muscled and pale skin+permanent smirk/smile/ neutral face. Plump lips. My style varies a lot (always comfy) but I never wear dresses heels/makeup. I love to imagine outfits with symbols from fandoms or my own drawings so I have a rather unique style (most of the time I wear a NASA jacket and leather boots/sneakers, I also love sleeveless turtleneck) who changes a lot. I have malleable cheeks and tiny hands/fingers/wrist.

MBTI: INTP-T and chaotic neutral/good

Zodiac: Gemini

Personality : .Sarcastic,a little naive but I have a backbone (don't bother flirting with me and if you feel that I am flirting with you which happens a lot then it's just my personality and on the rare occasion I notice they have to confess or I won't believe it) ,calculative,protective,creative,expressive,manipulative,a devil's advocate,prideful,charismatic, smartass, bookworm, daydreamer, a little insensitive/blunt because I'm more on the logical side ,vengeful, mischievous, a huge tease, open minded, very curious, gets annoyed easily, impatient (unless it's in drawing because I am a perfectionist there) so kind of a bad temper, observant but not romantically,sadistic to a point but my conscience prevents me from doing these acts. Indifferent to many things, morally ambiguous as my moral compass is on the neutral side I don't believe in absolute evil/good, y'all better thank my conscience they work too well I never have fun.

With my friends I am either laughing, goofing around or annoyed. I love to give bad puns or cursed ideas who are gore/weird and saying I know y all love me. Those who don't talk to me see me as a nerd aggressive smart and blunt person ( even prideful) and strangers as polite and kind. I notice a lot of details because I don't let my guard down even if I daydream plus I have a photographic + sound memory and they work very well in all situations which can be a bother when I try to concentrate which is difficult for me because I get distracted easily. Also I have very weird reflexes so...anyone who approaches me by surprise gets hit, any sudden movement and I already have my leg/arm going their way which got me into a lot of trouble.

Dislikes: I fight for my beliefs. I have trust issues so I never talk about my problems and will use humor when confronted. Bright lights. Cooking. Slow things or people. When I get teased in a mean way (otherwise I actually like being teased it's a fun fight after). People who change side easily and hypocrites. Overly serious people. I tend to be aggressive and expose an annoyed face easily (I am moody), plus I hate orders and love pressing buttons it's funny(in a fun way rarely in a mean one) unless it's a sensitive subject. When I feel that I am unwanted or someone insults me or take me for granted I become very cold and distance myself and the relationship becomes strained the more they take time to ask for forgiveness, something I might give but will never forget.

Likes: I love cats/laughter/sweets/pranks/dark humour/ a true crime and Supernatural enthusiast and I love science especially concerning space, chemistry, robotic and psychology. Books, sleep, drawing and video games too. Cherries. Sushi.Oh and debates I love them. Surprises too I hate routine and runs away from it. I like making character analysis which I often get right but never show to the people around me because I know they will trust me less.

Hobbits : Reading, getting lost in a book, drawing, learning, debating, daydreaming, sports (I practice karate and shooting), art (piano/drawing/writing especially poetry) and video games

I have some bad habits like biting my nails (I just got rid of it by painting them black)/lips and moving my leg up and down because I am always nervous, disorganized room/sleep and eating schedule plus I am lazy. Also I might try to hide it but I am very competitive and a sore loser

Fun fact : I dream a lot and write my dreams. I don't mind nightmares on the contrary I welcome them because I find them to be a nice experience and they give me ideas plus the amount of emotions you can feel is amazing. I also tend to curse while talking.

When I get hurt, none takes me seriously because I start laughing uncontrollably even if it hurts a lot. Which means if I get stabbed, I am not dying of blood lost, nooo I am dying of laughter.

I rarely get motivated but when I do I give a very good work and put my soul in it, if I don't reach my goal I feel down for a while and become very snappy.

I am a lazy student (hell if I don't feel like writting I don't especially exercises that I understood) but also at top of my class so none says anything (i can befriend people easily if I want to, teachers included). My projects are often done last minute or just improvisation but I get a good mark at them which means that yes sometimes I can become arrogant and I don't really know what it feels like to study really hard and fail sorry. But I know it will bite me later. I often argue my way out of a situation with anyone : I know the exercise why should I write it? If I told you the answer then I know how I got it and you know it too no need for me to write the correction. Mum the brain is a muscle too so I am in fact exercising.

When dealing with an emotional person I don't know what to do I will try to give them words to keep going, it succeed but I am rather harsh plus I try to make jokes to cheer them up.But if a friend breaks down before me I will do my best to cheer them up (ahem jokes and reminding them of all the success they achieved) and if I am comfortable and they want a hug I will give it. I hate people who denies that others helped them.

My love language is gifts, quality time, a little act of service and affection in private if comfortable. I also love to send memes saying it reminds me of us/you and holding pinkies.

I am stubborn, moody (one day I can be really cold/snappy to the person because I am in a bad mood but I apologize after). I speak Arabic, french and English (in that order) and trying to learn italian. I am also an only child.

Thank you!

vyn richter

vyn has an ambiguous moral compass that would allow the two of you to be more compatible than with the others who are more goody two-shoes type. he has an extensive understanding of the human psyche and doesn't need you to explain yourself; he just gets you.

he finds your dream log fascinating, and also respects that you don't fear nightmares. often times the two of you might get together for tea and discuss the meanings, having actual conversations instead of just "how are you" "good" and letting it die there.

vyn is an academic and would welcome debate with you. instead of getting hostile or making it seem like fighting, the debates would be properly intellectual. he would quietly try to motivate you as well, perhaps baking your favourite treat, and being cruel enough to withhold them until you get something done. in turn, he needs to you balance out his seriousness, introducing him to new standards of life he dismissed earlier.

[skateboardtotheheart]

Domestic Headcanons

I wrote a fic in which the band were all alive and living together in their early twenties, and @zendrella sent me questions about what them all living together would be like.

**Established Willex, Julynn, and Ruke/PeterPatter in these**

- The band moved in to a large, expensive Hollywood apartment when the boys were 19 and Julie was 18. Their first two albums, released when they were all still in high school, had blown up across the country and the world, so they had plenty of money. They were able to buy their own apartment/house/whatever you want to call it with four bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, bathrooms, and an in-unit washer/dryer

- They still use the Molina’s garage as their studio- partially out of nostalgia because they have so many good memories there and partially out of convenience because Ray doesn’t make them pay and Julie gets to see her family pretty much every day

This got really long so read more under the cut!!

- Since they were already with their significant others when they moved in, Julie and Alex had offered for Flynn and Willie to live with them, too; they certainly had the space. Both turned down the offer, though, because Flynn was attending UCLA for music business and wanted the dorm experiences, and the apartment was just a little too far of a commute for Willie when he had to work at the Hollywood Ghost Club, so the skater has his own place that wasn’t too far away from the band’s

- It takes another two years after they all move in for Reggie and Luke to get together. Julie had been dating Flynn for six months by the time they got the apartment, and Willie and Alex had been together since they were 17. The four of them team up to stage an Intervention with Luke and Reggie so they would finally admit their feelings

- After the Intervention, suddenly Reggie's room becomes completely useless because he's always sleeping in Luke's. Eventually (read: within a week) it becomes their room, and they turn Reggie's old room into a guest space for Julie or Luke's families, or as the space they go to when they want to have a sleepover in their own house (usually with Flynn and Willie, too)

- When it comes to cooking, Julie is surprisingly enough the one Not Allowed in the kitchen. Yeah, she can cook pasta and stuff, but one time she tried to make one of her aunt's recipes for the boys and accidentally set off every fire alarm in their Very Large apartment and maybe a couple of the ones in the apartment above them too

- None of them are great bakers, honestly, but since they're at the studio basically every day, Ray is constantly sending them home with different baked goods from both him and Victoria. When it comes to cookies, though?? There is not a single chef/baker in the world who compares to Luke's cookies. He's never burned them once, can make basically any type the band can think of, and he never uses a recipe??? They're just freaking perfect every time and the rest of them Do Not Understand

- Luke stress bakes most often, but sometimes it’s Reggie in the kitchen at 3AM and he makes the best pie any of them have ever tasted???  But if you try to get Reggie to bake at any other time it always comes out burned or misshapen or just something's a little off and you can't tell what but it's possible he mixed up the baking powder and baking soda and holy fuck Reg is this olive oil???

-  Reggie makes the best coffee, but he also disgusts each and every one of them because he drinks it black??? What the fuck, man???

- Alex does the cooking more often than not, with a few nights a week reserved for Luke or Reggie to make dinner, but it's Luke who's in charge of grocery shopping. You'd think, like the rest of his life, it would be a chaotic mess, but in reality he would always go grocery shopping with his mom, every time without fail until he moved out. Emily always knew all the best deals, where to get the Good Coupons, and how to masterfully budget the amount of groceries they would need. She didn't even really teach Luke, but he'd managed to pick it all up. They discovered this the first time the band tried to go shopping, when the rest of them were confused and goofing off a little and Luke came out of nowhere with price calculations in his head and telling them "no, no, no, grab this one, it's less expensive and actually tastes better”

- Whenever they do the dishes, Luke is not allowed to put things away because even thought they’ve lived there for two years already he's the only one who does not seem to understand that THE SILVERWARE GOES IN THE DRAWER BY THE STOVE and THE GLASSES DO NOT GO WITH THE PLATES

- When they can’t sleep, they all get midnight snacks, but Alex is the most likely to get one almost every night. It surprises all of them because Alex is the healthiest eater yet his midnight snacks are always something sugary or very much not his usual healthy food. They lowkey blame Willie for getting Alex hooked on certain sugary foods because the skater has the Sweetest of sweet tooths

- They all stay up way too late, but it's a different person depending on the night. If they've done a gig or a concert, then it's definitely all of them. On weekends Alex and Reggie like to stay up late together to watch SNL reruns. Sometimes Luke and Julie have to physically be dragged to bed because they're working themselves ragged over a new song. Since Alex and Julie don’t get to spend as many nights with their significant others, if Willie or Flynn is over chances are everyone is getting less sleep than usual. Sometimes it’s because the couples get a little too loud and sometimes it’s just the excitement of seeing each other and all six of them start goofing off around the apartment

- Reggie is the designated "would you please go tell the neighbors to fuck off" person. Reggie loves talking to people even though he's kind of an introvert, and when they were moving in he made an effort to go say hi and introduce himself. Reggie has by far the best relationship with their neighbors, so he's usually the one who kindly asks them to quiet down a little because Luke and Julie are in Writing Mood and the noise is making them stressed, which is making Alex stressed, which makes Reggie want to vacate the premises as soon as humanly possible. Considering they're a band in their early 20s, the four of them are actually the quietest apartment in the building

- Julie, though, Julie's the one willing to yell at their neighbors. She may be small and innocent looking, and she really does hate confrontation, but she can destroy you with a single damn look that makes you regret your entire life. The other three just let stuff go usually, but after about 10 incidents of neighbor issues that aren't noise, Julie gets ready to blow and the boys just stand back and let it happen. They tried to stop her once and just got caught in the crossfire. It's even worse if Flynn has been staying over when Julie gets mad because Flynn will hype her up and support her even if she has no idea what the neighbors did

- For the most part they all do their own laundry because they have an in-unit washer dryer, so it's easy to just throw in a load, but if they're doing all their clothes or towels and things at once, Julie is definitely in charge of the laundry. The boys do not understand the concept of delicates or how to properly wash bras and things, so Julie does Not let them touch her clothes. She's had too many shirts shrunk in the wash because of them. And the boys' clothes never seem to come out cleaner than when Julie washes them. The one thing they all insist on washing themselves are underwear and sheets (because let's face it, all of them are in a relationship and things are bound to get at least a little messy, and they might be Close with each other, but no one needs to deal with that when doing the laundry)

- When it comes to holidays, decorating is always, always, always a group activity. They invite Flynn and Willie over when they do, and it becomes like a little party with the six of them. They dress up for whatever they're decorating for (in Halloween costumes, Santa hats and reindeer antlers for Christmas, reds and pinks for Valentine's day) and make hot chocolate, no matter the time of year. The entire apartment looks like holidays threw up on it, but it makes them smile and laugh every time, so they always do it

That’s all I’ve got right now!! If you have any questions about who does what or anything, feel free to send them my way and maybe I’ll do a part 2!! If you made it this far thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3

[flooffybits]

Have You

Idol: Red Velvet

Request: Yes

Anon: hello!! i was reading your dreamcatcher scenario, and i was wondering (if it’s okay) if you could write something similar with red velvet, where you’re the 6th member and get dragged off by a ‘fan’ during a performance and after you get saved, they just baby you and it’s all fluff?? i hope that makes sense but tysm 🥺

Author’s note: I wasn’t sure if anon meant poly or not, so this is kept platonic-ish? One or few of the members have a crush if you squint. ALSO with the request, the situation is similar with what happened to Taeyeon during their RDR performance.

Joohyun counted the people in the room, making sure that all the members were present and weren’t goofing around somewhere right before a performance. It wouldn’t be the first time she would be stressing about her members’ presence.

Sooyoung and Yerim always did like to get in trouble, and being the person that you were, they always managed to drag you with them just by flashing a few pouts and puppy eyes.

Sometimes Seungwan worried with how you could never say no to those two, or any of them in general.

You just loved these girls too much for your own good.

“Joy is getting her makeup done and Yeri is fixing her clothes. Relax.” Seulgi walked up to the leader with an amused smile, patting her shoulder when she walked over and the older girl let out a breath. “Those two are going to drive me insane, one day.” She commented and Seungwan laughed as she turned in her seat. “At least while they’re occupied, Y/n isn’t getting mixed into their pranks.” She gestured to you, sleeping peacefully on the couch while waiting for your turn.

The three smiled, thankful that you were able to get some rest. They were initially worried that you weren’t getting much rest since this comeback. You had always insisted on staying late to practice that Seulgi took it upon herself to watch over you when you stayed in the company for too long.

“Did she sleep at all last night?” Joohyun shook her head, arms crossed with a worried frown. “I fell asleep, near one in the morning, and she was still awake. I kept telling her to rest since we’re performing today, but I don’t think she could.”

“Well, after this, at least she can relax a bit.” Seulgi said, trying to cheer the pair up and stop them from worrying. She understands their concerns, but mulling over it would not be helping any of you.

Finally, it was your turn to get your makeup done so Sooyoung woke you up, carefully due to Joohyun’s warning. “Unnie, you’re up.”

Seeing the pouting girl made you smile before shaking your head as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “What’s that look for?” You ask her while she crosses her arms. “Irene unnie thought I was going to scare you to wake up.” She huffed, her pout growing as you laughed and then headed to the stylist. “You can’t blame her, Joy.” You say, leaving the girl whining behind you.

..

After getting your in-ears checked, you walked behind Seungwan, bouncing slightly as your nerves wouldn’t die down. The Canadian probably noticed your nervousness, because she was suddenly looking at you and lacing her fingers with yours to calm you. “It’s okay. You’ll do fine.” She said with a smile and you grin back while holding her hand tighter.

“I don’t know why I still get so nervous like this.” You tell her and she smiles softly while fixing your hair a bit so it didn’t stray to your face. “It’s okay. I never really get used to it, either.” She admits as you let out a breath. “But you always look so calm.” You mutter quietly and she laughs while cupping your cheek. “I might look like it, but it’s only so you can feel comfortable enough to confide in me about your worries.”

With that, she finally leads you to the stage and you squeeze each others hand before getting into position. Joohyun cast you a glance over her shoulder, and you give her a smile before she looks back to the front, a smile on her own face.

The whole exchange with your members had everyone screaming as they watched. The beginning of the song only amplified the yelling until Joohyun started singing and you all fell into step.

When you passed by Yerim during the chorus, she playfully made a face at you, making you bite back a laugh as you spun around to sing your part. And instead of the usual individual pose, Sooyoung had insisted to make a heart with you, which you happily complied and fans loved it.

But during the bridge, you noticed a man coming from the side of the stage. And before you even understood what was going on, he was pulling you off the stage and you blink in surprise before trying to take your hand back.

A ruckus came from the fans and the rest of the girls were surprised by the sudden intrusion. Seulgi and Sooyoung, however, were quick to break from the formation and went after you, Seulgi wrapping her arms around your waist whilst Sooyoung pulled the man away from you and blocking you from the man’s view while staff and security went to take him away.

Turning around, Sooyoung checked your hand while Seulgi examined you from head to toe, asking if you were alright. “I’m okay.” You said shakily, shoulders tense and Sooyoung frowned as she caressed your wrist with her thumb, an outlined of a hand already forming and they know that it’s going to bruise.

Joohyun was already next to Seulgi and firing questions while the other two looked just as worried and Yerim asked the staff to get some ice for your wrist. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Seungwan asked softly as she caressed your head and you nod at them, smiling weakly. “I’m okay. I can finish the performance.” You had told them and they reluctantly agreed after a while of reassuring them.

You didn’t want to disappoint fans by canceling the show, so you were thankful to the adrenaline with numbing the pain on your wrist. It helped you do the entire performance without a problem, but it was obvious that your members were worried about you.

Once you were back in the dressing room, Yerim had the ice pack wrapped around your wrist while Joohyun was taking your in-ears off for you. “I’m okay, really.” You told them, but your words fell upon deaf ears as Joohyun started to take your accessories off, too.

“Where’s Wannie unnie?” You ask instead, seeing as they weren’t going to leave you be. “She went to talk with the staff with Joy. They’re asking about how that guy got through security and on the stage.” Seulgi replied with her lips pursed, a hidden anger in her voice with the lack of security and with what could have happened to you.

Yerim was being careful with your hand, cradling it before lifting the pack and looking up at you. “How does it feel?” She asked with a frown before you offer her a small smile. “It’s okay, not hurting as much.” You blame it on the adrenaline, but it’s slowly leaving your body as you slump in your seat and Joohyun runs her fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“That was useless.” Sooyoung muttered with a scowl when she and Seungwan finally came back, making your head perk up. “They just kept apologizing. They said that they thought he was part of the staff, which was why he was able to get to the stage without anyone stopping him.” Seungwan said with a bit of irritation on her face until it melted into one of concern as her eyes found yours.

You could already tell that they were not going to let this one go so easily, so you decided that putting up a fight was not going to help you and just allowed them to do everything as they insisted. Though Yerim never left your side, still holding your hand delicately, as if it would break if not handled properly, then pressing a few light kisses on the bruised area in hopes of making it feel better.

When you got to the van, Seulgi was next to you while you were between her and Joohyun. Both girls were cuddled up to you, though the former was trying to be less obvious, her hand resting on your leg while the dancer had her arms around you and her head on your shoulder. You could feel yourself relaxing, finally, as you melted into the two older girls. Your eyes fell shut and without even realizing, you had fallen asleep.

The next time your eyes open, you’re already back in the dorm and you’re surprised when you notice that you’re in bed. “Joy carried you, don’t worry.” Yerim just came in with a few items in her hand as she smiled at you. “Wendy unnie made sure that your hand isn’t too painful so she said to keep the ice on it.” She gestured to the cloth wrapped around your hand before carefully pulling it off, checking on your wrist. “Does it still hurt?” She asked carefully as her finger ran along your skin and you try to move it around before shaking your head.

“Only a little bit, but only when I move it.” You answer, making the younger girl nod. “Okay. We have some painkillers in case you need them.” She nodded more to herself before standing up. “Dinner is almost done, so you should rest some more, unnie.” She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before exiting the room.

But instead of staying in your room, you decided to check on the others. You’ve caused them a lot of worries so you wanted to make sure that they weren’t exactly stressed out about what happened. They were all visibly upset by the sudden events so you wanted to relieve them in a way.

“Y/n! You’re awake.” Sooyoung is the first to spot you, dropping the snacks she was carrying and then walking to you. “Are you feeling better?” She asks, her eyes falling to your wrist briefly before she’s pouting and then hugging you. “I swear, I’m going to hunt that guy down for hurting you.” She muttered into your hair when she buried her nose to it and you smile lightly before rubbing her back. “I’m fine, Joy. You don’t have to do that.”

“But he hurt you!” She protests but you shake your head. “I’m okay. You and Seulgi unnie rescued me, so I’m fine.” You say with a smile but it doesn’t completely wipe away her concern as she holds you, still. “I know, but still.” She pouted once she pulled away and you giggle before cupping her face. “Stop pouting. I thought you were sexy dynamite?” You teased, and she rolled her eyes before pulling you to the couch.

“I still am. But when my Y/n unnie is hurt, she needs all the affection.” She proclaims, making you laugh when she cuddled you. “And I thought you were still in your room.” The leader’s voice suddenly reached your ears when she came into the living room.

You wave with your uninjured hand before she’s sitting next to you, the opposite side of Sooyoung and asking to check on your wrist. You carefully bring it out and she examines it closely, her fingertips, light against the tender flesh and then she’s sighing. “I’m going to put some ointment on it, later.”

“Unnie, that isn’t necessary.” But she gives you a look before you could say more and you end up groaning as she kisses your forehead when she stands up. “You’re hurt. Of course I’m taking care of you.” She stated and Sooyoung giggled while she continued nuzzling into your side.

“Lighten up. It’s not every day we get the chance of looking after you like this.” Yerim says when she joins the two of you, taking Joohyun’s place before she’s laying her head on your lap then taking your hand to rest over her chest as she laced your fingers together.

You huff at her claim but don’t argue. Of course you knew because you always refused to burden your members. They already had their own things to deal with, so you didn’t want to add to their troubles by having to look after you, but they have told you countless times that it was okay to tell them when you needed help.

“You’re always taking care of us, so at least give us this time to do the same for you.” Sooyoung says softly when she runs her fingers through your hair and you sigh while nodding your head.

The food is done moments after and you’re being ushered to the table after cuddling with the two younger girls. Seulgi had gone to call you, hugging you when she saw you and then pecking your cheek a few times while you made your way to the table. She pulled the chair for you before you sat down and then smiled as she patted your hair.

Seungwan pressed a kiss to your forehead after setting the food in front of you before you found yourself seated between the 94 liners. Just when you thought they would let up a bit, they took turns in feeding you, much to your embarrassment.

A bright blush appeared on your cheeks as you tried to pull back, but they insisted. “I-I can eat by myself, though.” You argue and Seungwan sighs. “Y/n, you said that it hurts to move, so we’re not going to let you use your hand until it stops hurting.” She said firmly. “Now, eat.”

You couldn’t really refuse, not when all of them are looking at you with the same pleading look in their eyes and you could only sigh, though with a smile on your face as you shook your head.

Though the day may not have gone as you had hoped, these girls would always be there for you when you needed them. Even when it looked a bit too much, you knew that everything they did, they did with the best intentions.

As different as the five of them were, they were all the same when it came to you and you loved them with all your heart. These girls would do everything for you and vice versa, which was why you were willing to endure the embarrassment so long as it made them happy.

So when you were all done and ready to sleep, you were surprised to see the little fort they made in the living room. Both Sooyoung and Yerim got the pillows from all of your rooms when Joohyun was treating your hand and the four of them worked on fixing the whole thing. By the time you were heading back to your room, you were brought there instead and were in the middle of the entire thing.

Laughing as they threw their arms and legs over you, you looked at the girls fondly while squeezing Seungwan’s hand and nuzzling Joohyun’s head. “I love you guys.”

[dangitdespair]

Hey so i was the one that asked if requests were open and you don’t have to apologize is ok dear! So may i request Fuyuhiko proposing to his s/o?

Warning: Contains spoilers for SDR2 ending!

This is my first time writing for Fuyuhiko properly, so I hope it’s good,,,

- mod shuichi

By the way, please let me know if there are any mistakes. I wrote this kinda late and didn’t proof read it so there might be some goof ups in there.

The two of you had been through it all, pretty much. The killing game was finally over and the two of you were part of the remaining few who managed to overcome despair and make a future for yourselves.

Through the trials and ordeals that you had been thrown into head first, you managed to live it through. And it’s thanks to those tormenting events that the two of you were as close as you were. Your relationship had been forged in arduous times, but that’s what made it stronger.

A few years had passed since the ending of the killing game and with everyone regaining their consciousness. You and Fuyuhiko were travelling around the world with Future Foundation with the goal of undoing what damage the Tragic Event had brought. Such a life for the two of you was stressful, but it took you to many different places. One such place was a beautiful beach town on the tropical shores of the country you had just finished work in. Your assignment had just been completed, so the two of you are staying in the town for a few more days just to relax a bit.

For a while now, Fuyuhiko has been planning something, but he keeps putting it off, as it never feels like the right time. It never feels like the right time to ask you to marry him. He’s even got the ring and everything that he takes everywhere with him. He is deeply in love with you and wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days with you, yet he doesn’t know when to ask. Or how to ask.

On the final day before you are supposed the leave the country together, Fuyuhiko is lying on your shared bed in the hotel you were stating in. His thoughts are swirling with you and self doubt that he’d ever be able to ask you. He’s had enough of these stupid-ass doubts! He rolls over, grabs his phone, and messages Peko, asking for help. But the answer he gets back is perplexing.

“‘I have to make it the right time’? The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He grumbles to himself, combing his fingers through his short blond hair in frustration. He continues to read the rest of Peko’s message. “‘I’ll keep thinking it’s never the right time if I keep thinking that’? ‘Just be myself’? ‘BECAUSE THEY FELL IN LOVE WITH THE REAL ME’?!” Fuyuhiko progressively gets louder and louder. He’s incredibly thankful you’re not there to hear his shouting. He sends back a ‘thanks’ and drops his phone off the side of the bed onto the carpeted floor.

So, with Peko’s words of wisdom now in his mind, he begins to formulate a plan in his mind.

~~~

That evening, you notice that Fuyuhiko is acting strange. He suggests that the two of you go for a walk on the beach. That’d be fine if he was almost never the one that initiated any dates. You noticed that he would be staring at you, only to look away last second when he notices you. Not to mention that he seems to be incredibly awkward. It was like the two of you had just begun dating again.

The two of you left at sunset after a nice dinner you had thrown together. It definitely wasn’t Teruteru level dining, but Fuyuhiko loved whatever you made, anyway. After a little bit of random talking about things, you notice something. Fuyuhiko seems to be rather tense, so you try to ask him what’s wrong. Except he doesn’t say anything. He would have normally brushed it off as nothing or began swearing like a sailor while ranting. But he remained silent this time. Only reaching out to hold your hand. Your eyes widen for a brief second, but your face fades into a smile. “Feeling brave, huh?” You tease. Fuyuhiko was never one for PDA, even though you’d been in a relationship for a few years now.

Then two of you continue to walk hand in hand until Fuyuhiko suddenly stops. You’re confused and turn to look back at him. “Are you alright?” You begin, when the shorter man falls to his knee. Your eyes widen in disbelief. Is he going to-?

“(Y/N), I... we’ve both been through some real tough shit. But we stuck together through it. We’ve literally been to fuckin’ hell and back, but we’re still together. You’ve been by my side the whole time. I’m just a short, grumpy heir to a massive criminal syndicate, yet you still love me. And I... I’m the same way. I love you too. So much. So that’s why I... I...” Fuyuhiko trails off his sentence and quickly wipes his teary eyes with his sleeve. He removes his hand from his pocket and reveals a ring box. In it, contained the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. You could feel your knees beginning to give out. Was this really real?

“Gah, I’m just gonna say it. That’s why I want you to marry me!” He calls out. You can hardly believe your ears. Once Fuyuhiko’s determined expression softens, he continues. “So we can make a future together.”

The scene is beautiful. The soft waves lapping at the shore, the gentle ocean breeze, and the fading purple and orange sky, illuminating the both of you. Unable to say articulate any words, all you can do is tackle Fuyuhiko into a bear hug. It’s not hard to knock him over since he’s so small. The two of you go hurdling back into the sand, with you laughing and crying at the same time. You couldn’t be happier.

“Yes!” You cry into his chest. You’ve got to look like an absolute mess right now. “Yes! I will!” After taking a deep breath, you settle down. “I’m so happy right now.”

The two of you sit up with your foreheads touching. Luckily, Fuyuhiko had held onto the ring so it didn’t go flying into the sand when you knocked him over. He carefully slides it onto your finger, where you admire it with an outstretched arm.

“You deserve nothing but happiness.” He says softly.

“I love you, Fuyuhiko,” You smile against him.

“I love you too, (Y/N) Kuzuryu,” he replies.

You can’t believe this has happened. Your future gets to be with the one you love. The two of you couldn’t be any happier.

[emikochan]

Could you make imagines on America helping out a diabetic reader? Like if they need help with exercise or eating right and such.

Yeah sure!

I heard that there are several kinds of diabetes so unfortunately can't guarantee that this is what you wanted. I based this one on experience of the daily life of my mother, who's also diabetic.

~~~

🍔 He doesn't understand anything at first. Al got a lot of questions and asks things like:

"Babe, you're so young? How can that happen?"

"You're eating less junk than me. I should be the one having diabetes, not you."

"So...uh- what are we going to do?"

He's honestly absolutely clueless.

( Even more so than I am)

Please be patient with him, he'll eventually learn.

🍔 Al avoids buying packaged things with industrial sugar, frozen meals and even limits the meat consumption per week.

He starts reading online articles and magacines on what to eat when you're diabetic and what to watch out for and strictly follows those rules with an iron determination.

He also tries to cook with fresh ingredients to make absolutely sure that nothing that could harm you comes near you.

🍔 He read that special kinds of tea might be good for you, so he called up Arthur and Yao right away. It's always nice to have both of them there but that day, where they tried to teach Alfred on how to prepare the tea properly was the loudest day ever in your house. Al is still a bit clumsy but he's getting better with every day! He insists on you drinking your tea in hopes to help you.

🍔 As soon as the needle comes out he's internally panicking. Al always had a fear of needles and being sorrounded by one every day is totally destroying his vibe. Seeing you flinch in pain as soon as the needle strikes you to get an example for the bloodsugar test lets him forget of that fear for a sec though.

He's always present to write down the result for you and tries to say encouraging things to keep your mood up.

He's restless around needles, but he never fails to be beside you.

🍔 The two of you have a calender in your kitchen where all important dates and birthdays are listed and Al is constantly watching out for your appointments at the doctors. It takes ages to get one, so he absolutely doesn't want you to miss them! Of course he's accompanying you.

🍔 Your boi is a big fan of exercises! He's always using the tv workout routine he borrowed from Kiku, when he's feeling like working out.

If you got a special programme already he's more than willing to join you! If you don't, he'll consult a professional on what exercises would be best for you and therefore plan a routine.

Doing sports with Al is an absolute highlight because it's so much fun! Don't think it's just goofing around though, Al knows how important this is for you, so while there are lots of corny jokes, he'll make damn sure that you two push through your exercises.

( Art by Mihaildemon on instagram. Isn't it super cute?)

[astrablossom]

That futa thing is something I never considered, but I am looking ahsjsdkkdkslsl how about futa satan using male mc as a cockwarmer, but also breeding kink and a bit of edging

Say less, I got ya. Sorry for taking so long, this wasn’t clicking and I had to keep writing it over.

Futa Satan x Male MC

Ao3 Version

You lay alone in the sheets of your bed, your body sluggish from the nap you’ve woken up from. Turning your head, you listen for any sound from the floors. It seems like for once it was quiet in the House of Lamentation. You furrow your brows, grumbling a bit as you push your body upright. If memory served you correctly some of the sisters weren’t home yet and the ones that were have probably copulated in their activities. You stretch a hand out to pull your D.D.D on the bed table off the charger, it immediately lights up, the time reading 18:00. Running a hand through your messy hair you sigh lowly at your bag on the floor. There was a history exam next week and you really should study for it instead of goofing off with Mammon. That earned you a scolding from Lucifer last time.

I should probably study, you think to yourself and rack your mind about what books would be useful to study about crossbreeding in all three realms. Fortunately for you there were resources a few feet away.

“Satan might have something,” you think aloud and you move to grab a nearby t-shirt, slinking it over your chest. The door behind you closes with a soft click and you begin to walk down the lavished hallway, already grown used to the strange portraits that decorated the walls. Your time here in the Devildom was surprisingly well spent. You, just like the rest of the sisters, weren't sure at first if you’d be able to adjust to the sudden change in lifestyle. It didn’t help that almost everyone but a few threatened you in some shape or form to take your life.

Sock clad feet stop moving when you arrive at your destination. Still reminiscing in the past, you knock a few times on the door, the second knock pushing the door ajar. How unlike Satan to leave her room door open but you push it open, the enormous stacks of books entering your vision. You can’t help but chuckle out of amusement. Your girlfriend truly never changed when it came to books.

Girlfriend. Yeah, that was the term she used when she cornered you in the library during a study session. You can feel your neck and face heating up at the memory of how her emerald eyes pierced into you that day. There was no way you could've turned her down. And it wasn’t like you would’ve. 

You tiptoe around the books that littered every corner of the floor, the tiled floor barely even visible. However, you still found it weird at the fact that the Avatar of Wrath took an interest in you. You’d never think Satan would fall for a simple guy like yourself. Even when you found yourself liking her before getting together you kept your feelings to yourself, afraid she wouldn’t reciprocate them. Yet here you were, in a deep and loving relationship.

A small smile graces your lip as you squat down on a book free area on the floor.

'Breeding Between Hybrids...and Spells For Fertility.'

"Hm." Those books would most likely be on the bottom shelf you figured to yourself before getting down on your hands and knees. Your body was slightly arched, the T-shirt you wore riding up to show your stomach when you stretched over to reach a book. You aimlessly whisper the book titles your fingers graze over, pulling out a thick book after a few minutes. Crawling a bit you stretch more, your hip bouncing the shelf and loosening a book from above. You cry out in pain when the textbook drops on your head, glaring at the offending item when a chuckle interrupts the embarrassing moment. 

“Oh? Who let this little stray into my room?” 

Surprised you turn to see Satan nearby the doorway, her eyes glazing over the skin your shirt failed to hide. She stops particularly at your stomach which moved with each breath you took. Her lips part, a small yearning in her chest as she gazed upon your mortal form.

“Ah, I knocked but the door was open. Hope you don’t mind,” you explained as you pick up the fallen book to place it back. You hear Satan make a small noise of acknowledgment. “No, not at all. I always enjoy your presence.” As you stand to your full height, brushing your knees, the shuffling of muffled steps over books reach your ears before a warm body encompasses you from behind, Satan’s soft bosom pressing deep into the slope of your spine. Before you can turn you make an undignified squawk at the impact of her hand landing a sharp slap on your ass. 

“Satan!” A cruel laugh of mockery fills the air and you turn to face her properly with slight annoyance riddled on your face. It only urged her to laugh more, you were just too cute in her eyes. Who could blame her for her actions when just a mere seconds ago you sat with your entire body on display? That shirt you wore did nothing to conceal your body. The slope between your stomach all the way down to your covered pelvis, how your back arched when you stretched for the book; it made a dark desire in her tremble. Those skimpy shorts of yours did not help her situation but she couldn’t help herself. Seeing her boyfriend down on his knees like that was bound to make any demon want to toy around. The blonde pulls off of him, giving a small kiss to his nose before looking down at the books in his hand. “Studying are you? Is it for the exam next week?”

His face relaxes a bit and he nods “I didn’t do too well on the last exam and Lucifer scolded me.” He lifts the book and Satan looks down to read the cover “A good choice,” she looks at him and places one hand akimbo to her hips. She closes her eyes for a moment as if deep in thought before opening them up again. “How about I help you study?”

She reveled in the look the human shot her. He knew her so well. It wasn’t unlike Satan to offer assistance but it always came with a bargain. The look he gave her wasn’t one of annoyance but rather speculation. He raised his eyebrow and spoke with concern in his voice.

“Satan what are you up to?” The demon said nothing in response, instead opting to lift a hand to caress his cheek. He watched her with wide eyes as she stepped closer, closing the gap between them till their lips were mere centimeters apart. He breathes in softly, warmth pooling in his throat before closing his eyes. Instantly he felt the pressure of soft lips against his own. The kiss started off innocent, just the two of them pressing their lips against each other till Satan ran her tongue over his lips, a demand for him to let her in. She purrs softly when he parted his lips. Without delay, she cupped his left cheek in her palm, pushing her body against him till he fell against the bookshelf from behind.

“Mmm...Satan.” He gasps softly between the small smacks of the noisy kiss, their appendages mingling in a lewd one-sided battle. As they made out the human could feel the soft hand on his cheek drifting down to his side. Quickly he reaches a hand out to palm Satan’s clothed chest, massaging her budding nipples from underneath her bra which elected a soft groan from her. In return, polished nails began scraping lightly against his exposed skin. He bites her lip, tugging on them, and bucks his hips when she grabs onto him. The shorts he wore didn’t restrict the semi-erection he was beginning to sport and he was sure she could feel it against her legs.

It was becoming intoxicatingly hot in the room and at some point he pulled away, exhaling deeply only to look at Satan who was eyeing him with a predatory stare. “Now I’m sure you know I have no ill intentions...” he could feel her pressing up against his own body and blinks when he feels something else on his thigh. The expression he made could only be defined as an absolute embarrassment as he tries to push her away. That alone made her grip his waist more tightly, purring lowly. The look she gave him...it always made him feel small and slightly uncomfortable. The way her breathing accelerated, how her pupils dilated, falling into a forbidden lust...

It made him want her more. He averts his eyes, ignoring how nice her bosom felt against his chest or how beautiful Satan looked with her face tinged pink. The human shudders visibly when her fingers make contact with the imprint of his cock.

“Come now. You wouldn’t want to fail that exam right?” A shiver runs down his spine when she grabs his hand, luring her boyfriend over to her bed. The book in his hand tightens and he looks down to see the slight imprint of her erection through her jeans. Suddenly another hand clasped his cheek making his heart accelerate from the action. The woman before him stared deep into his soul. The change of the atmosphere in the room was very evident. 

“You think you can just waltz into my room with your ass held up in the air? Barely wearing anything? And think I won’t do anything?” she scoffs almost amused and tilts her head down, strands of blonde hair falling in her face. “But don’t worry I’m sure we can compromise.”

...

You gasp aloud when you feel Satan fanning her fingers inside of you, your legs buckling as she slips them out. The lubricant she used was now warm, dripping onto the sheets. You nearly whimper from the sudden loss but it wouldn’t be long before she replaced her fingers with her cock. You mumble softly in her hold as she slowly pushes herself up into you. You could feel the barbs of his cock pressing against your insides, the vein that ran along the edge- every piece of her forever imprinted inside of you. Once you’ve been situated in her lap you reach out and grab the thick book in front of you.

“Now let’s start with Chapter 15. It’s a brief introduction to hybrids" she spoke in such a calm tone as if she wasn't sitting herself inside you. You exhale slowly, “Alright,” and sink yourself into her chest, enjoying the warmth and cushion it had to offer.

“Remember no cumming.” You suck your teeth. Satan kisses the tip of your ear softly. “Not going to thank me?”

“...Yes. Thank you...” you mutter softly and you ignore the throbbing in your erection as you spoke the words.

As you start to read aloud you keep yourself still as possible as Satan begins wrapping her arms around your waist, kissing your ear, and running her hand all over your body. No part of you was left untouched. Her fingers glide across your naked form with such keen precision it was nearly frightening. She knew your body like the back of her hand. You swallow a moan when she grazes her fingers on the inner part of your thighs, centimeters away from your ball sack. She took joy in the way you stuttered over a word, chuckling a bit when she tweaked a nipple of yours.

“What is a Cambion?”

“A hybrid created when a human and demon copulate.”

“Correct. Now, what about the Water of Life?” She pinches his other nipple and he hisses from the slight pain. Still they began to slowly bud when her nimble fingers kept massaging them till they stood fully erect.

“The Water of Life refers to the fertility spell used when the birth parent lacks the certain nutrition to feed the-” you choke on your words when you feel her hips grind underneath you, the tip of her erection grazing against the bundle of nerves. 

“Y’know” she cuts him off mid-sentence, pulling on his other nipple as he lets out a soft moan “You could be such a good father.” She moves her hand down once more but this time around his erection, sliding a finger up the tip. He breathes slowly, wanting so much to rock himself in her hands but he keeps himself grounded. “I can fill you up with my seed and watch as the months pass by, your stomach blossoming and carrying the life of our child. How would you like that?” His attention no longer remained on the book, his body breaking into a cold sweat as the rings of his ass throbbed around her dick.

“Human men can’t h-have children Satan-” he tries to explain but a laugh cuts off his explanation.

“You’ve seemed to have forgotten that I’m a demon, my dear.” With that she slips out of him, the release edging her as she flips positions, placing her human underneath her. She pushes her leg back, the book he was reading from earlier dropping and joining with the rest on the floor. As she hovered on top of him, her chest rests just above his face and he feels the warm sensation returning pooling in his stomach and down to his already hardened erection. His mouth was already salivating as he lifted a hand to grope a plump boob, enjoying how it squeezed under the pressure of his hand. He pulls closer and directs the nub to his mouth sucking slowly, his eyes never losing contact with his beautiful girlfriend. Blonde hair falls between her green eyes as she positions herself near his now loose entrance. Her eyes glow as she stares deep at him.

She breathes slowly, her patience wearing thin as she replays the scene from earlier. “I want to see your chest swollen, full of the nectar our child will feed from. You’ll be my Water of Life, whether you like it or not.” Her hands go to grip on his hips, tightening as she runs the base of her cock against the crack of his ass. Satan was slow in her foreplay. She wanted to see him fall apart before her as she kept pressing only the tip of her erection against the rim of his wet hole.

The human felt his inside twitching for what was to come and he grabbed harder on her boobs, lips pulling off her nipples to speak. "Satan--ngh, p-please...hurry up already."

"Patience, my little kitty." She kept teasing him, the blunt tip of her cock driving him up the wall as beads of precum rolled off his own erection. He could feel how Satan's thumbs rubbed circles along the soft parts of his hip, pressing deep enough into his femur for him to gasps out loud, puffy lips glistening. 

It seemed that was the last straw for Satan for just as he was about to beg again he stopped himself when he felt her guiding her cock in. She slipped in fairly easily but the two of them groaned out in pleasure as her head popped past the rim, stretching the human far more than her fingers ever could. He had forgotten how huge she was and grunted at the slight stretching. Kindly, she stopped moving, eyes staring at him till she could visibly see his discomfort disappear.

She pulls back, only the tip of her cock still inside before slamming her hips against him. Her moans reverberated through his whole body and he silently screamed, tears immediately budding as the pleasure and shock drifted through his body. He wanted to place his face in her chest as she plows through, but one look from her made him keep his head against the pillow, opting for massaging her bouncing chest.

She created a relentless pace, the bed jerking with each thrust. The cries that he made, the way his eyes froze up and shut close from the overbearing feeling-

How exhilarating. 

It only ushered her need to breed him. He just felt so amazing around her cock, his velvety insides sucking her each time she thrust. Her breast bounces up and down, his fingers sinking deep inside as he holds onto them.

Hot tears streamed down his face, his mind and body overfilled with pleasure. Each time Satan hits a bundle of nerves within him his body alighted with fire. It felt too inhuman, too wonderful. He looks up at her through foggy eyes.

Was it because she was a demon? Or was it because-

Satan bends her head down, her nipple popping out of his mouth as she latched on to his neck, biting deep into the slope of it. Pain surged through him as he screamed out loudly, his breath almost non existent as he arches, legs automatically wrapping around the blondes locomotive form. 

It hurt. It hurts like hell but it still felt so good when she started sucking on the swollen mark. He moans out into the confines of her breast, mind succumbing to the lust, questions all forgotten. “Satan-" the human groans out her name, his ball sac tightening just as he was about to release. She could feel him squeezing around her but he wouldn’t get to cum, not yet. Cruelly,Satan slipped out at the last moment breathing heavily over the human, his gasps of disappointment filling the room. She truly lived up to her race.

He thrust his hips against her own, his wet erection flailing underneath her and making a mess on his stomach as pleas drip off his glistening lips like sweet honey. Eyes, blinded by the glamour of lust watched the male struggle beneath her. His body shimmeried under the room light, a light coat of sweat as proof of their strenuous activities. Each time he gasps and cries, his chest would rise up eagerly; nipples swollen and in view. Her erection throbs at the display, her desire finally consuming and she exhales.

"Pretty."

Her lips capture his lips once more, their tongue continuing the battle of dominance. Never had she felt so sure of herself.

This mortal would carry her child. 

His mind long drifted from the fact he came here to study, his attention was only directed above on the beautiful woman who was plowing into him. The sheets on the bed were already falling off due to the multiple positions she hands him in. Once more did the demon thrust deeply into him, invoking the return of the excruciating heat in his chest. His hips buckling was the only warning that his orgasm was quickly approaching.

Glazed eyes, now rimmed red with tears looked up at his lover, pleading through his moans for her to let him cum. And Satan truly wanted to. She wanted to fill him up to the brim, watch his stomach become swollen. Her cock started to expand as she felt her own orgasm approaching but she hisses, pulling out once more, her erection throbbing and red from being denied release.

But her boyfriend was in worse condition than her. The bite mark was swollen where she bit him and it wouldn’t be long before she left more. His waist hurt from the tight grip she had on him, there were sure to be welts there in just a few hours. He parts his lips to try and conjure up some words, but instead, he reached a shaky arm out to wrap around her neck, bringing her efficiently closer. His leg too followed in the same matter squeezing more tightly around the demon. He was too tired to be embarrassed anymore. With his second hand, he grabbed her boob softly, sliding his index and middle between before pinching. A soft hiss could be heard.

When he made eye contact with her he licked his lips and whispers in a very low tone for only her ears to hear:

“Let me carry your child. Please. I don’t think my body can take it anymore, I’m aching....” he whispers softly in her ear, mindful of how she stared at him with sharp eyes.

It was all but silent, no movement from the demon above. The only warning he received was when she shoved him down, separating his arms into the sheets. The look in her eyes was completely animalistic and the human could feel himself becoming high on alert before his consciousness nearly taken from the single thrust from Satan.

She slammed in so suddenly his mind wasn’t able to comprehend the action, a partial scream ripping out so loudly that he was sure someone else could hear him outside the room. He jumps a bit when he feels his legs being lifted up further to lay on Satan’s shoulder. Another thrust but it was directed above his g-spot and he couldn’t hold it in, his cum shooting out albeit painfully and landing on his stomach.

“Mine,” he hears her growl out as she sets a grueling pace. He groaned out and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The thrust so deep within his body he could see the bulge in his stomach.

She's going to destroy me, he thinks to himself, vision becoming a bit blurry. His eyelids felt incredibly tired after that last thrust and they close, his body unprepared for the onslaught that was about to happen.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out but when he opened his eyes he winces at how heavy he felt. Not only that but the fact that his face was pressed deep into the bosom of Satan. He was sure it was past midnight. All parts of him ached and he squirmed in her protective hold. He freezes when he feels something inside of him. To not wake Satan up, he slowly lifts his head up to see her thigh slung over his leg. When he looked closely enough his eyes widened: she was still inside him. His breath hitched. Not only that but...

His stomach was extremely large, the cum inside him hadn’t subsided yet. She really did it, his mind was feeling sluggish but he was still reeling from the fact Satan had filled him up. He didn’t even have any recollection of her cumming in him, did he pass out? All these questions swarmed about in his mind but one this was obviously clear:

He was going to carry their child. 

As bizarre as it sounded he was both frightened and a bit grateful. When he looked up at the peaceful expression on her face he felt amused as he remembered her crazed mannerisms from earlier. As his eyes start to close again, exhaustion capturing him in its hold, his mind idly wonders how he would even give birth. But that was something to deal with in the future.

...

5 months later

You sigh softly as you take a seat in the cushioned couch, your stomach now protruding and round under the sweater you wore.

“Well look who is here” you look up to see Satan taking a seat beside you, leaning close to kiss your cheek. “You look absolutely beautiful” she whispers softly, her hand running around your circular stomach. You give her a soft smile in return which quickly fades when her hand sneaks under the sweater to cup your chest which is now budding with potential milk to feed your future child.

You slap her hand away gently “Later.” She scoffs at you slightly annoyed but removes her hand “Keep acting like that and I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Not like you had any before” you enjoy the slight glare she gave you and rest your head on her bosom.