#my sleep really likes to change widely and then just refuse to change for several days even when i very badly want to adjust it

[rouge-the-bat]

man trying to adjust my sleep schedule SUCKS. its so hard to resist the sleepies. but i want to be awake for my aunts new years party 😭

[nofingjustaninchident]

Hi!! HAPPY JASON DAY!!!!! Could you write a blurb about waking dad!jason up on his birthday with your kids??

ᯓ★ happiest day

summary jason was never a weak man. he never cried. well, that, until his greatest gift came for him

warnings none, just pure fluff. not proofread!

now listening to beautiful boy by john lennon

thirty years. how in hell could he already be thirty years old? but, actually, if you bother to think, it��s not already. he’s really old for a demigod.  

thanks to the gods, quite literally, his work as the pontifex maximus ended when he was twenty-four, and he could finally retire and live a happy, peaceful life with his dear girlfriend y/n and his friends.  

one year later, in their eight-year anniversary, he finally proposed to her. y/n would easily say that this one was the happiest day of her life. one year later, the happiest day of her life was her marriage.  

but, another year later, the couple would receive the news that completely changed their lives. at twenty-six years old, y/n discovered her pregnancy.  

surely, jason had several anxiety crises while his baby - for the love of jupiter, he’s going to be a father - was still in the making. he was absolutely terrified. what if he wasn’t a good father?  

eventually, all of his worries were shut down with the greatest moment of his life. at twenty-seven years old, jason grace discovered that the most perfect thing in his life wasn’t saving the world twice. hell, no. it was hearing his daughter cry for the first time. he had never, ever heard something so… perfect in his whole life. he cried like a baby as he cradled the sweet little baby in his arms. she looked just like him.  

the little girl, nathalia, was the greatest gift y/n and jason could ever ask from the gods. jason cried more in the last two years of his life than on the rest of it. first words - which were obviously papa -, first steps, first time she ate solid food and so many more moments. 

so, as a gift for his thirtieth birthday, y/n decided to make him a surprise alongside little thalia. the older woman made breakfast in bed for him while their daughter prepared a little gift for him.  

as soon as the sun was up, so was the two girls. ever since parenthood, jason started waking up later than he used to. which meant that now he wakes up at seven thirty on dot. they had to wake up even earlier, which gained y/n a few whines from the younger child. 

eventually, they got to finish everything they had planned. y/n picked up her daughter and held her on her hip. they went upstairs and opened the door to the suite, where jason was sleeping peacefully. 

"go on, honey," y/n said, putting her three year old in the floor. "go wake papa up." 

the infant immediately rushed to the bed and jumped on top of her dad, leaning down and giving him lots of kisses in his cheeks. "papa, wake up! it's your birthday!" 

the man slowly started to open his eyes, and he was sure he was in heaven right in this moment. the two women he loved the most, waking him up with kisses? life was never better. "good morning, pumpkin."  

the kid gave him one final kiss and got off his lap, "good morning, papa!" 

when thalia was finally off him, it was y/n's turn. she went to her husband and gave him a long kiss, making the kid gag and cover her eyes. the couple smiled and y/n gave him a warm hug, "good morning, love of my life." she muttered. 

"morning, sweetheart." he muttered back, wrapping his strong arms around her. then, he glanced back and saw the plates with the breakfast and a few gifts. He smiled widely and pulled away, "this all f' me?" he asked, jokingly. 

"course it is," she answered, "you deserve that and much, much more." 

oh, he was already feeling the tears. but he refused to cry – at least right now.  

"papa, papa! open my gift!" the little girl squealed, handing him a little white card. he grabbed it and, when he opened, he couldn't stop the tears from forming and flowing. the gift in question was a drawing of thalia and jason together with the sayings "papa is my hero" and "i love my papa". he swore he never felt happiest. 

"oh, my dear, dear pumpkin," he said, pulling her in for a hug, "you're the greatest gift the gods could've ever gave me. I love you so, so much."  

the drawing, for the curious ones

[slayfics]

Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Muichiro has a change of heart, but is that a good thing?

Chapter 4

You waited around wondering if Muichiro would really decide for a third time about letting you be his Tsuguko. If Mitsuri was correct and he had a bad memory he might forget that he promised to consider it again. As time went on you were wondering if you should dare write to him again... or accept the real possibility that it was time to start eating your words and ask another Hashira.  

Uzui you decided was out of the question now. Even if he accepted you after turning him down, being around his three wives who now have a vendetta against you sounded like pure hell.

Just as you were looking at a blank piece of paper contemplating on writing to Mitsuri or not, the crow with the long lashes flew through your window. You immediately recognized the crow now as Muichiros crow.  

"I still don't like you." It said dropped a letter in front of you then swiftly flew away.

You tore up the letter quickly. You were shocked Muichiro even remembered to write you back at all.

"I have reconsidered.

Training starts at dawn tomorrow.  

You may stay at my mansion while we train."

-Muichiro Tokito

You couldn't believe it, you read the short three sentences over and over again to make sure you weren't hallucinating. He really decided to train you. Not only that you'd be staying at his mansion while you trained. Suddenly it occurred to you, you had to pack. It was already starting to be night and you had to be up and over at the mansion at dawn. You quickly got up and began to pack your things. You stayed up most of the night packing although you didn't think you'd be able to sleep anyway. You couldn't believe it, finally all you've trained so hard for was happening.  

You made your way over to his mansion which proved to be a longer journey then you realized. The Hashira's mansions were kept a distance away in case a demon ever located them.  

When Muichiro's mansion finally came into view you could see him standing outside. Your heart sank. You were so busy with packing and the logistics of getting here you hadn't thought about what you would say to him...

"Good morning." He greeted you.

"Good morning master Tokito. Thank y-"

"That will not be necessary. Please put your things inside and we will begin right away."  

Muichiro’s crow showed you the way to your room while taking condescending looks at you and ruffling its feathers along the way.

"You're not good enough, you know." It squawked.

"Thank you for the warm welcome." You retoured rolling your eyes. 

"HMPH. Well, here is your room. Don't bother getting comfortable though. I'm sure Master Tokito will bore of you soon." She said then flew off.  

Lovely you thought to yourself but brushed off the crow’s remarks refusing to let it dampen your mood. By the looks of it no one else stayed at this mansion. It was high up in the mountains where it was usually cloudy and the place had a lonesome melancholy vibe all through it. You started to wonder if Muichiro ever felt lonely up here with just his... wonderful crow to keep him company.  

After you set your things down you came back out to the entry room where you found Muichiro waiting.

"We will train outside today. Just the basics. I want to see what you can do."

"Ok that sounds good. You'll have to thank your crow for giving me a lovely welcome." You said trying to lighten his serious mood. However, Muichiro did not respond. He turned to walk outside and you followed him wondering if he understood it was a joke or just didn't care. The walk out to the forest felt long and Mucihiro didn't say a word the whole time.

When he finally turned around you stopped and waited for instructions.  

"Swing your sword." He said simply.

"Um at anything in particular or-"

"No. Just swing it. From left to right."

"Right, ok..." You said and followed his instructions.

"Several more times please." He said analyzing you with wide eyes. You did as instructed feeling awkward and uncomfortable. You wish there were some icebreakers before, this made you feel extremely nervous.  

"You are awfully slow. We will work on that first." He muttered.  

"Oh u-"

"Swing it up and down now please."  

This continued for hours on end. Muichiro would give you a direction to swing your sword and then insult you in some way. While it didn't feel like it was on purpose it weighed heavy on your self-esteem. It felt like every movement you were doing was wrong to him. He never once said anything nice or gave any inflection of emotion in his voice.

Finally, when the sun was starting to set he decided to end training for the day.  

"That is enough for today." He said simply raising his hand.

"Oh ok.. well how did I do?" You asked, wishing for some feedback or conversation after the very awkward day.

"You have a lot to work on." He said.

"Yes, I heard you say that before." You replied, starting to feel aggravated at his constant put downs. 

"If you heard me before then there was no need to ask. Tomorrow, we start again at the same time." He said then walked off back to the mansion.  

The next few days were more of the same. Muichiro did bring out a practice dummy to watch you strike but the comments were always the same, too slow, needs improvement, not enough force. To make it worse you could never read what the Hashira was feeling. His indifference to everything was starting to drive you mad. Did he regret saying yes to training you? Did he really think you needed so much improvement that you were hopeless? You started to cry feeling like you had made a big mistake wanting so hard to be his Tsuguko. This felt awful. You couldn't remember a time you felt so hopeless. You needed to get these emotions out somehow.

You took out a piece of paper and began to write to Mitsuri.  

Mitsuri,

I feel like I made a huge mistake. I think Master Tokito hates me. He never has anything nice to say about my abilities and it feels like everything I do is wrong. I don't know what to do, I feel so worthless. I just needed to vent. I'm so sorry I'm sure you're very busy being a Hashira so don't feel the need to respond. I just needed to release this somehow.”

You sent your crow off with your letter and went to sleep feeling a bit better after getting that off your chest.

The next morning while you were getting ready for another training session you heard a knock at the door.

You came to the entryway to see Muichiro already opening the door.

"Hi!! Muichiro you're looking lovely as ever it's so good to see you! Mind if I come in?" Mitsuri said gleefully.

"Yes." Muichiro responded but Mitsuri was already walking inside.

"Oh good morning, how are you!" She exclaimed and ran over to hug you.

"Hi Mitsuri, what are you doing here?"

"Yes, please leave, we have a busy day planned." Muichiro explained.

"Oh don't be such a downer Muichior. Aren't you happy to see me? I got your Tsuguko's letter and I think you need my help."

"Thank you but no." Muichiro responded, still holding the door open for her to leave.

"Well too bad my friend is in trouble and needs help so I'm staying. I'm another Hashira so you have to respect me." She said sticking her tongue out.

"Very well. Accompany us to training." He gave in.  

Did Mitsuri really come because of your letter? And did you hear that right, she considered you a friend? You hoped she wouldn't mention any of the things you said about Muichiro in the letter in front of him. 

[tired-biscuit]

step bro kiba…jealous step bro…😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫im gnawing on my enclosure

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: stepcest, alcohol

divider credit: @/benkeibear

the most entertaining thing is that if you haven’t done anything before, he can’t even really show that he’s jealous without outing his attraction to his little sister?

but it’s kiba we’re talking about here, so of course he’s going to exhibit envy one way or another, even if it might come across as a little bit childish sometimes. so it’s all “do it yourself” and “why don’t you ask naruto to help ya out since he’s so perfect” and shoving you out of the way and out of his room and whatever the fuck, because the fact that you’re texting and possibly going out with his friend bothers him that much.

you try to go the rational route and take it that he’s upset because you’ve stolen his friend from him and are slowly forcing yourself even further into his life; even further into his friend group. and while that would be a completely plausible reason, it’s so far from the truth.

he shows you that when he comes back home completely wasted one late night. you’re awake because you’ve secretly been waiting for him to return; sitting on the couch in the living room and not really paying much attention to the TV show that’s been playing for the last hour or so.

you rush to greet him as soon as the door clicks shut like a good little sister, but rather than saying hello, you instead have to crouch down and help him untie his shoes — he’s so shit-faced that when he bends over to do so himself, he stumbles a bit and almost tips over once or twice.

you’re taken aback by the sight. it’s very, very, very rare to see kiba be this level of drunk — the last time it happened was on the day that hana, his actual sister, had gotten married. he’s a big man after all, he handles his liquor extremely well; always holding his posture straight and his movements fairly precise no matter the amount of drinks he’s consumed. but now he’s over here absolutely wasted, barely standing upright unless you help him out.

and you do help him out, of course you do, even if he doesn’t ask you to! there’s this crooked, almost infuriating half-grin sitting on his face the entire time you kneel before him and take care of his shoes for him, and he’s — much to your surprise — feeling awfully chatty all of a sudden, despite the fact that he still refused to talk to you before leaving the house just mere hours ago.

so you help him up the stairs, letting him rest most of his weight on you by draping his arm over your shoulders and by leaning into you even if you feel severely out of breath by the time you finally reach his bedroom and stumble through the door with him.

leaving the door wide open behind you, you’re thankful that your parents are out of town for the weekend because with the way he keeps on snickering and speaking in a tone of normal volume instead of a whisper, you’re sure he’d wake them up instantly.

his grin grows slightly bigger as you keep him standing and proceed to take his shirt off because you know that he sleeps without one — it’s knowledge that makes you feel kind of funny inside, being his stepsister and all that. by the time the shirt hits the floor and your fingers reach lower to unbuckle his belt so that you can help him out of his pants, he’s outright beaming with nothing short of arrogant delight as he straightens to his full height again.

truth be told, you don’t know why you continue to act so nice towards him when he’s been nothing but mean to you ever since you told him about the possibility of going out with his friend. he’s made it quite clear that he doesn’t approve of it and that he finds you responsible for the entire thing even if naruto had been the one to slide into your DMs first, not you. what’s even worse is that he simply refuses to change his mind about it and doesn’t even want to give you a chance.

and yet despite all of that, you keep being a sweetheart to your big brother because, well, he’s exactly that — your big brother. it’s the reason why you’ve somewhat expected him not to take the news all that well and for him to start acting overprotective over you and judgy over naruto. after all, it’s what a big brother does. right…?

what a big brother doesn’t do, however, is get all up into your personal space while tugging on the hem of your shirt, saying that it’s ‘your turn’ to take it off now. what he doesn’t do is smirk and laugh this quiet, rude snicker as you place your hands on his chest to lightly push him onto the bed when he gets too close for comfort. what he doesn’t do is grab you by the wrist and drag you into bed with him when you try to leave after tucking him in.

his skin is so hot that it makes you feel like you’re burning under the covers as he holds you close, too close. you’re chest to chest, his broad palm is on your back, fisting your t-shirt, and his legs are entangled with yours. he’s dressed in nothing else but his underwear and he keeps on talking nonsense; slurring on his words about something along the lines of how you shouldn’t leave him for ‘that stupid fuckin’ loser’ who wouldn’t even know how to properly take care of you, that you have everything you need right here — can’t you see that?

you don’t expect him to kiss you while he’s in the middle of telling you off, but it happens anyway. maybe it’s because you’re nose to nose, and the room is dark and the hour is late, and you’re looking at him with that innocently sweet look in your eyes that he’s always found so fucking hard to resist, but either way; it happens so out of the blue, the kiss.

does it, though…? no, not really, you suppose. you’ve both been acting quite improperly around each other for quite some time now, leaving little hints here and there and looking at each other for too long as you grow older, so it was bound to happen at one point or another. you’re just glad that it happened while the house was empty.

it’s why you let him continue… as well as for other reasons.

his lips are soft and warm against your own, just like they’ve always been whenever he’d kissed you on the cheek in the past. he pushes his tongue inside your mouth the second you let out a little gasp of surprise and you can immediately taste the liquor that laces his spit — it’s what’s to blame for why he’s kissing you in the first place.

eventually, you start to writhe against each other as things grow hotter and instinct takes over. he touches you all over and your heart is beating so fast the entire time that you feel like it’ll explode inside your chest at any given moment.

it practically starts to rattle behind your teeth by the time his hand slides into your panties. he’s so drunk that his movements are clumsy and sloppy as hell as he spreads your pussy lips apart slightly and smears your arousal all over, but you’re so thrilled by all the risk and by having his cock in your own hand, that you hardly even notice.

minutes pass, more clothes come off. before you know it, he’s somehow managed to get on top of you and is sucking on your tits and stuffing you full with his thick fingers. you’re so wet that he can barely hide his smile as his tongue circles your nipple and his teeth nip at your skin. his digits keep on sliding back in so fucking easy, causing your hole to flutter around them, and you’re whimpering and whining in response, voicing these cute little sounds that make his cock twitch.

you’re both so horny for one another that you feel like you’re going to drop dead. all these feelings that you’ve been repressing for each other are rushing to the surface now and neither of you knows how to tame them.

“see?” he keeps on saying, the drawl in his voice as prominent as ever because of the booze that’s still coursing in his system. “told ya i could handle you better, sis… doesn’t this feel so fuckin’ nice, mm?”

the jealousy makes him want to prove a point so bad — it licks his skin with white-hot fire. god, as he looks at you, breathing so hard and mewling for him like a little kitty, he wants to beat the crap out of anyone who’d try to steal you away from him. it’s just the guard dog in him. he’s as possessive as they get.

so he supports himself above you with the help of one arm so that he can look at you, and you don’t miss the way the muscle flexes with the action as his fingers dig into the pillow. don’t miss the way your big brother’s pretty brown eyes are so full of longing for you that it makes his pupils grow triple the size.

he’s looking at you like you’re his dream girl, not his sister. it’s the reason why he says,

“i can fuck you better too, if you’ll let me… c’mooon, don’t pretend like you don’t wanna sit on your big brother’s cock. it’ll be so much fun, i promise.”

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A20 - Antoine's Beach

Momiji: And… there… phew. Gannosuke-san, I've finished carrying in the equipment.

Gannosuke: Let's get it installed now, then.

Momiji: Got it… …

Gannosuke: You seem concerned about the weather.

Momiji: Right, the chance of rain is 80%… All we can do now is pray for a 20% miracle.

Gannosuke: Let's have faith. The weather god can be fickle.

Momiji: Right!

Gannosuke: To change the subject—Kiroku-kun didn't appear at the atelier this morning.

His lantern is in its final stages, and he seemed to be pushing through, so I'm a tad concerned.

Are there any issues?

Momiji: Well, actually—

Sakujiro: I won't say a scuffle is bad in and of itself. Having your true thoughts clash is important every now and then.

Muneuji: …

Sakujiro: Nevertheless, you mustn't throw someone thirty times…! What if he developed chronic traumatic encephalopathy!

Ushio: …I can at least break my fall.

Momiji: (He's used to being thrown…)

Sakujiro: Hubris will destroy you. In any case, do reflect on this. Now, let's shake hands and make up.

Muneuji: …

Ushio: …

Momiji: (They're turned away from each other, zero sign of shaking hands…)

Hey, you two, I'd be grateful if you at least told us what caused the fight.

Akuta: On that note, is it raining the day after tomorrow?

Momiji: Hmm… according to the weather forecast… seems so.

Nanaki: So it is, huh.

Kiroku: … …

Muneuji: Is there nothing to be done about it?

Momiji: Right now, all we can do is leave it to chance… I guess.

Akuta: …So, there'll really…

Momiji: Akuta-kun—

Akuta: —Be sooo much leftover stall food for us to eat up! Hell yeah! Takoyaki, okonomiyaki, yakisoba, baby castella!

Momiji: … …

Akuta: Won't need to eat tomorrow so my stomach'll be wide open! I'll fill up on the stall food!

Ushio: Excuse me?

Nanaki: You're seriously… This isn't the time to say such thoughtless things!

Ushio: …This guy's never had a negative thought in his life. Must be nice being the only one happy.

Muneuji: Having a positive mindset is good, of course. But there's a time and place for it.

Food from stalls should be served to customers. Who would be happy taking it for themselves?

Akuta: If it's clear, everyone gets to enjoy the Summer Festival; if it's rainy, lucky us, we can eat all we want. Ain't that fi~ne?

That's what's called being reasonable. We can be happy no matter what happens. Yeah?

Ushio: Reasonable or not, it doesn't matter. It's tedious. Tiring.

Nanaki: There you go—we're not going to get anywhere if you keep saying it's tedious and refusing to have a conversation. Don't resign yourself until we've discussed it.

Ushio: Could you tell that to Buddharupa over there? He's always silent, pisses me off.

Kiroku: …Ah, …I.

Momiji: Alright everyone, that's enough fighting! Quiet down!

Sakujiro: …

Momiji: Oh no, Sakujiro-sensei's making a displeased expression! The lecture's going to drag on at this rate!

Muneuji: … …

Ushio: Tch…

Nanaki: …

Sakujiro: …

…There, it took 50.6 seconds for everyone to quiet down.

Akuta: What's with that cool line! Really feels like you're a teacher. Gotta snatch that one for my next work~♪

Nanaki: They said to shut… sigh, it doesn't matter.

I've got it. I'm sorry. I'll be careful to not get into a fight tonight.

Happy now? I'm tired, so I'll head to bed. Let's go, Kinugawa-kun.

Kiroku: … Yeah.

Ushio: I'll do the same. My back hurts from being tossed about so severely, so I'll stop here.

Muneuji: …

Ushio: You sleeping in the living room, Muuchan? Bet you don't want to see my face—

And I don't want to see yours right now either.

Muneuji: Fine by me.

Momiji: …And that's the situation.

Gannosuke: I see, I'm familiar with such things. In regards to the fight, it'll get resolved sooner or later-

But there's no point being discouraged just because of the rain.

When it comes to events and trips, it's common for it to rain on the day you were excited for.

Momiji: (Sakujiro-san said something similar, didn't he.)

(…If they become Tourism Ward Mayors, how will they handle times like this?)

(It's like they're being tested—… ah!)

Is this… a test…!?

Gannosuke: What is?

Momiji: Nothing! I want to check on everyone real quick, I'll head back to the inn for a moment…!

*running*

*knocking*

Momiji: Nanaki-kun… Nanaki-kun…!

…

Not coming… maybe he's out.

(No helping it, I'll head to the living room.)

Kiroku: …

Momiji: Kiroku-kun! Is Nanaki-kun not in your room?

Kiroku: … He's there, but… since last night… he's been sulking in bed.

Momiji: I see…

Kiroku: …

Momiji: (Kiroku-kun's expression is dark… Looks like he's putting his all into making Teru Teru Bozu*.)

Gannosuke-san was worried about you. He said you didn't come to the atelier this morning.

Kiroku: …

Momiji: It's just the finishing touches left, yeah? The Teru Teru Bozu are also important, but finishing the lantern first is more—

Kiroku: I'm, relieved. In the end… I don't have to… show my lantern… to anyone.

*footsteps*

Momiji: Kiroku-kun…

Momiji: (Anyone in this room—)

Ushio: …

Momiji: Ushio-kun! Are Akuta-kun and Muneuji-kun around?

Ushio: They went out.

Momiji: Got it. Thank you.

Ushio: …

Momiji: (He's coming across as completely unapproachable… It might be best to leave things here for now…)

(I'll go search for Akuta-kun and Muneuji-kun… I hope they have their GPS on.)

Akuta: …

Momiji: Found you! Akuta-kun!

Akuta: Aah? Sensei, huh. Hey theeere.

Momiji: Hey there. …What were you doing, looking into the sea?

Akuta: Nothin', I've just not eaten since morning, so I'm starving. Wondering if I could eat the seaweed washed up here.

Momiji: Raw…? Don't do that.

Akuta: Really? Ah~ I'm starviiing… if seaweed's no good, what about kelp?

Momiji: Don't.

Y'know, everyone's down in the dumps about tomorrow… but you're the same as ever, Akuta-kun.

I'm a bit relieved.

Akuta: No point thinking depressing thoughts. Or rather, I can't. Thinking too much causes nosebleeds. For me at least.

Anyway, won't everyone cheer up sooner or later? Will probably realize that worrying's pointless.

But man, that rain… gotta get something done about that.

Momiji: That's…

(There's nothing to be done, but I can't say that to Akuta-kun and the others now…)

(But if I could at least cheer them up…)

Akuta: Anyway, uugggh… my hunger won't go away…! If kelp's no good, I can scrape some seaweed off a rock—

Momiji: Akuta-kun!

Akuta: Yes!

Momiji: Even if it rains tomorrow, the things we've done on this study tour, the things we're doing-

Even if we can't go through with what we planned for our customers on the day… it absolutely won't be in vain.

The weather this time may be unfortunate, but the effort you've all put in will be properly rewarded.

We'll negotiate to have the fruits of your labour displayed in Shodoshima's community centre, so they'll definitely see the light of day.

So I want you to not worry about the weather, and continue with your preparations.

Akuta: Hm, hmmm…? Yeah?

Momiji: Above all else, the experience of giving your all at something with your friends will surely become a source of encouragement for you.

It'll be a good memory. It'll be good for the future of yourself and the others.

Akuta: … …

Momiji: There will be plenty of times you do your best and it doesn't go well, but even so, you can use that regret as a springboard to tackle the next challenge, or—

Akuta: … …

Momiji: Um…

…What's up? You look kinda stern.

Akuta: It's nothing. Don't worry 'bout it. I'm goin' toilet!

*footsteps*

Momiji: Ah, Akuta-kun…!

He left…

*Teru Teru Bozu are little handmade dolls that are hung up in hope of sunny weather

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[calithecretin]

Hey everyone! I still don’t like most of my art well enough to post it, so here are some Mistress-specific headcanons for now! I’m genuinely surprised how many I have lol

-In contrast to the warden’s noodley physique, the mistress is actually pretty dang toned and enjoys working out

-She can actually shapeshift and alter her appearance just like the warden, just does it less often and for more practical matters (such as changing clothes and making herself look nice)

-Honestly a pretty nice person once you get to know her, and even a little quirky, though before Stingstress she covered it up with her cold and stern persona

-Like the warden, she had a very bad childhood that led to her completely leaving reality and building “the greatest prison in the universe”, maybe I’ll write her one someday lol

-Was born in 1965, due to the same age regression as the warden she appears to be in her late 20s

-Is a lesbian and was never really attracted to Stingray, warden or Bruce (except for that one time with the bees but we don’t talk about that)

-Had a LOT of bad past relationships (hence the line “eh, I’ve been called worse things than a thing”)

-LOVES Pixar movies, but refused to tell anyone until after she changed into a peace-loving hippie

-Similar to how the warden suffers from nightmares, she struggles with sleep paralysis and gets it several times a month

-5’8, slightly taller than the warden

-Listens to a wide variety of music, but her current favorite is 60s-70s psychedelic rock due to being a hippie (duh). She also enjoys heavy metal and lofi.

-Since warden has a real name, I feel like a name that suits her is Lucy :) still working on a HC last name

That’s all so far! She’s genuinely one of my favorite SJ characters, even though I think she was kinda done dirty by the writers and I wish she had more screen time ^_^

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 25 - Painful Anxiety - Part 2

"I know what you did yesterday," Agenor confronted Ken, causing him to tense up.

He thought Agenor might have found out about him approaching Nyx in his own cabin. However, Agenor surprised him by saying...

"I thought you'd ask for a prize but you didn't."

Ken relaxed a bit and responded...

"Oh, no need to, captain, I just did what I had to do."

Agenor pressed on...

"Still, if it wasn't for you, I understand Nyx could've been killed, right?"

"Aye," Ken replied.

"They were attacking him. I guess I got here on time."

"Actually," Agenor said.

"I left many on the Martina and even put three mates, including you, specifically to guard my cabin. What happened there?"

Ken hesitated for a moment, then responded...

"Ehh... I don't know?"

"Those scumbags shouldn't have reached my door, Ken."

"Well," Ken continued.

"It was a raid, so you know, sometimes things happen. But in the end, I did protect your treasures, captain and saved Nyx's life too."

Agenor looked at Ken skeptically, unable to believe that no one was there to stop the foreign pirates from entering his cabin and endangering Nyx's life. However, he couldn't think of any reason why Ken and his two mates would have purposely defied his orders, so he pushed his doubts away. Ken fidgeted under his gaze.

"Captain?"

"Ken," Agenor said, reaching for one of his new boxes.

He pulled out a short sword that looked expensive and fancy.

"I have something for you. You know who this sword belonged to?"

The pirate hesitated.

"Ehh... Not really."

"It belonged to Calico."

"Captain Calico Black. Really?"

"Aye, I took it from him yesterday after I finished him," Agenor said.

Ken's eyes widened as he admired the piece.

"It looks so expensive."

Agenor threw the sword at him and Ken caught it.

"It's yours."

"Mine?" Ken asked in disbelief.

"Aye, for saving Nyx yesterday."

The pirate felt like he had won on several grounds. Agenor's trust, the beautiful expensive sword,and Nyx's favor for saving him. He couldn't wait to collect the rest of his prize. Nyx, who he had been fantasizing about every night.

"One can't say no to such a beautiful sword. This must be worth a load of gold." Ken said, admiring the weapon in his hands.

"Enjoy it, Ken. You deserve it."

Ken smiled widely.

"Thank you, captain."

"That will be all, Ken. Go and get some sleep."

"Aye, captain. Good night... and thank you again for the sword."

********

Agenor surveyed the gold and valuable objects in his new treasure boxes, feeling pleased with how the raid had gone.

His men had remained unharmed, he slain Calico himself and they had acquired a significant amount of money and weapons to sell along with what they already had from the last raid.

Everything was perfect and yet none of it felt worth it.

He felt troubled and the reason for his unhappiness was both shocking and evident.

As he glanced around him, the room more filled with treasures but he wasn't there.

The gold at his feet no longer brought him satisfaction like it used to.

His feet walked towards the side of the bed that was closer to the window.

He reached for the chain and felt the rough circles between his fingers.

Though Nyx lay chained next to him every night, Agenor felt as though he was drifting away.

He had been troubled for days, first by the weariness in Nyx's eyes after he was bullied, then by his change in attitude and avoidance.

Agenor knew that something was bothering Nyx deeply, yet it angered him that Nyx refused to come to him for help.

Agenor wondered if someone had said or done something that upset the highborn a lot.

Agenor had stopped sending people to watch Nyx's every move, believing that he could manage on his own.

But now he wondered why no one had come to report to him if something was wrong.

Everything had been almost perfect...

Agenor threw the chain angrily against the wall, frustrated and confused by his lover's behavior as he started pacing back and forth like a beast.

His mind swirling with thoughts.

Yesterday, he tried to keep Nyx safe yet he almost got killed.

Agenor knew that Nyx wasn't ready to witness a raid.

But the sadistic fates brought the fight right before his eyes anyway, he thought.

Fucking heavens...

He had refused to come to the party despite his repeated orders.

Was he defying him, was he sulking or just too scared?

He cursed, thinking hard and trying to make sense of this.

He had decided to extend his patience and let Nyx come to him on his own.

He should've come to me, he thought, I gave him space and look where that left us.

I haven't seen him since yesterday.

Fuck, even Baril gets to see him more than I do.

I don't get it.

What the hell changed before the raid?

What's going on in that head of his?

He wasn't supposed to keep things from me.

He's supposed to be mine and just do as I say.

I should've pinned him down and got all my answers.

Aye, if he wouldn't talk to me with his own will, I'll force it out of him.

*********

"Nyx," Agenor's voice resonated on the deck and a certain someone went rigid.

[existentialdreadinc]

Welcome to Marterborough

David wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying in bed staring up at the ceiling.

Every time he closed his eyes he heard those awful noises and saw the pulverized remains soaked through with something that definitely wasn’t blood.

David had wanted to ask Angie about it, but his mouth refused to form words.  When she thanked him for his help and wished him goodnight, all he could do was nod in acknowledgement.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed.

It was pointless trying to sleep.  He opened up the cardboard box, grabbed a tape from the stacks, and loaded it into the machine.  Revenge of the Sewer Rats was still sitting next to the television, and he hoped this one would be another low-rent horror movie or maybe an equally cheapo sci-fi flick.

What greeted him instead was a field of brightly-colored flowers with a cloudless cerulean sky above and the sun beaming down.  Transposed over this idyllic scene was a cursive script that flowed from left to right slowly spelling out the message, Welcome to Materborough.

A middle-aged man with shoulder-length black hair wearing a lavender seersucker suit walked in from somewhere off screen just as the letters faded away.  His complexion was more than merely pale and could best be described as bloodless.  In most people this visage would’ve conveyed a frail, sickly appearance, but this man seemed the opposite of fragile.  He looked to David like a marble statue that had somehow been brought to life. This made him chuckle since he shared a name with arguably the most famous stone figure ever carved.

The gentleman stepped forward and held out his right hand as if expecting the viewer to shake it.

“My name is Samuel Burke and I’m here on behalf of the Materborough Board of Tourism to welcome you to our fine community.  Whether you’re just here for a visit, or fixing to put down roots, you couldn’t have selected a better place.

Materborough has a long and proud history as the site of one of the earliest settlements in the country.  Many of the storefronts in our quaint downtown have edifices that date back over a century and several of the structures have been nationally recognized as important historic buildings.”

David watched as the field behind Burke transitioned to a wide two-lane street bordered by ornate wrought-iron lampposts on either side with the windows of various shops and eateries silhouetted behind them.  He’d never been through this part of town.  Admittedly, he hadn’t done much exploring and had mostly been on the outskirts thus far, but it still seemed strange that he’d missed it entirely.  

“But please don’t mistake us for some roadside attraction mired in the past. No sir, we are forward thinking and forward moving.  Our town’s main employer E.D.I. is an absolute modern juggernaut that attracts outsiders from all over without changing those little things that make this place so special.

Now I could talk all day about why you should make us your next destination, but the only way to really understand is to come see it for yourself.

Materborough is that magical piece of your life you didn’t even realize was missing.”

The screen faded to black and David expected some kind of production credits but there was nothing.

He rewound the tape to the beginning and watched it again.

[dodo-begone]

The Mistake has Arrived

Pairing: Yan!DSMP!Techno, Yan!Ranbob!, Yan!Ranbutler x Reader

Request: Do you do continuations? If so could you make a part 2 with for the "mistakes were made" (aka the pregnancy one)? Like how they would act when the child is like actually born and causing mischief?? Please and thank you!

Summary: It seems that, after the baby arrives, things seem to change. It's hard to describe because things didn't change much yet at the same time managed to be the complete opposite of what they were before. Or maybe you hadn't noticed these things before. Who knows.

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: yandere, nsfw joke at the end of Ranbob’s section

Part 1 | Mistakes were Made

If this ever looks wonky/glitched, I have this properly archived on Ao3

A/n: the first part was implied AFAB reader because of pregnancy- and it probably still is but pregnancy is barely mentioned in this.

Techno

So remember when this man was absolutely terrified for you and the baby? Yeah that doesn’t get alleviated. If anything, that fear gets worse.

You holding the child, the perfect combination of you two, makes him truly realize how fragile the baby is. Like hello? This thing is his? And so tiny? Like a potato, a large one at that but still a potato?

Potatoes are fragile. Babies are fragile. Baby is like a potato, which makes them ultra fragile- oh NO.

Let’s get this straight; Techno is the infamous blood god. This huge hulking piglin hybrid who can easily kill anyone in arm’s reach. And then you got this tiny defenceless baby that is related to him? Like he knows how this thing works but it just feels surreal.

This anxiety feeds his distaste for holding his own child. He’s a monster and that’s a sweet innocent baby. He is going to severely harm the baby by even holding it. You never know what could happen- plus you need some mother-child bonding. It’s very important. Yes you may have been carrying that baby for 9 months but some more physical touch goes a long way. It grounds it more into reality for you. Yeah, that’s totally the reason.

The behavior can only last so long though. Eventually Techno would have to bond with his kid, hold his kid. You were getting fed up with how long he was taking. His anxiety over the situation was obvious and you were giving him space. So you did, but it’s been months and he still refuses to even touch them. His avoidance is annoying and it has to come to an end. And you will make sure it will.

One day, while he was relaxing and reading, you gently plop the baby onto Techno and go do some household chores that are usually hard when you have to keep an eye and ear out for the kid at every second.

Techno and the kid have a shared moment of “wtf” because the baby saw this thing before but he never touched it before. And they were left on it? By mother? Techno is internally freaking out while this baby tries to crawl on him. Really they’re just pulling at his hair and clothing. Anything they can get their grubby little hands onto. And gum on whatever they can get into their mouth. Oh god, this is going to be a long… period of time. He doesn’t really know when you’ll come back for them but he hopes it’s soon.

It’s safe to say that you did not come to Techno’s rescue in a swift manner. You made sure to take your time doing everything that couldn’t be properly done. Like cleaning or cooking a proper meal. Cooking had been left up to Techno mostly, and you really appreciated that he took that up and made good food but someone can only handle potato based dishes for so long. It was about time that something else was made. The potatoes needed a break.

When you come back to Techno and the baby, you’re so pleased to see that they’re having a little bonding moment. The baby was calm and Techno was finally relaxed in what felt like a century. Everything was perfect.

Techno was reading Sun Tzu’s The Art of War and your sweet baby child had long dozed off in his arms. Techno either didn’t notice or didn’t care and kept reading aloud, though it was mostly likely that he wanted to start education young. Even in their sleep. He started the education process already, in a way, by reading The Art of War to your pregnant stomach for months on end. You’d long grown tired of it, but the sight and sound of Techno reading still warmed your heart.

Ranbob

Nothing changes on his knowledge of babies. Not much, anyways. Some of the information he knows on babies came directly from you. The rest came from books found around Mizu.

In theory, he knows what to do. He read up on everything he’d need to know, after all. But in practice, it’s a whole different story. Anxiety occasionally comes to haunt him but he easily waves it off. He knows what he’s doing.

When Mizu was still populated, he observed the lives of others. There wasn’t much to do besides that. Children weren’t an uncommon sight. But babies? Now that wasn’t a common sight. Not many people brought their babies out. Nor were there many.

It’s understandable for him to not know exactly how to raise a baby. Unless you raised or helped to raise a baby, you aren’t exactly well versed in baby and are therefore slightly unprepared for said baby.

Though compared to children, he’s actually more prepared to care for the baby since there were so many books about baby care and stuff they’d need. Children are a whole different beast.

With children, it’s a more individual case-to-case deal. There aren’t any parenting guides on children. Well, there are. Though they all differ from each other. Each book has its own descriptions on why a behavior is happening and how to handle or fix it. So many differing opinions that overlapped were overwhelming. Ranbob soon came to the conclusion that childcare is more interpretive. Based on the child’s personality.

That’s way in the future though. Now he has to deal with a baby. A fragile little thing. It’s perfect in every way.

Now his anxiety starts to get the better of him. He’s so much bigger than it, much stronger. The baby is completely at his mercy and he is anxious that something bad may happen to it. Realistically, though, nothing bad is going to happen to his little family.

Once he holds the baby for the first time, all previous anxiety is taken by the wind. All that remains is absolute adoration. This leads to him caring for the baby almost entirely. Or when it’s least convenient for you, that is.

Like when your babe cries late into the night. Witching hour cries. Everytime without fail, he’d awaken and swiftly make his way to the nursery. All in an attempt to allow you to sleep. You’ve already done so much work to make the child. The least he could do was wake up and care for them. Plus you still looked so tired.

Although Ranbob was tired when morning came, it didn’t matter when you came out well rested. Or much better than the day before. Each day was a slight victory in his books. He only wanted the best for you, anyways. If sacrificing a few hours of sleep meant that you’d sleep better, then so be it.

He views your child as a blessing from Dream himself. A symbol of the union between you two. Just absolute perfection. Oh how lucky he is to have you and especially fortunate to have a child with you. His god has seen his hard work and has gifted him with so much more than he deserved. But he’d take it all the same.

If you two “accidently” had another kid, he’d be more than happy. Yes, he’s content and happy with the child you two already have. His life is perfect now. But if another addition just happened to come along? Well who is he to deny his god’s will?

aka he wants to weaken his pullout game to have another kid with you. One kid is enough but two? Oh that’d be swell!

Ranbutler

Compared to the previous two, Ranbutler’s reaction to the baby’s arrival would be labeled as “different”. Techno feared for his child, Ranbob was anxious, but Ranbutler? This man is ecstatic! Oh my gosh you two finally have a kid. Isn’t this just great?

His excitement level is astronomical. Come on, this man literally acts like this baby is going to achieve world wide peace or something. Like Jesus Christ incarnated. That’s the level of excitement he’s at.

Right from the get-go, Ranbutler is almost desperate in his attempts to hold the baby. Please? Pretty please? Why can’t he hold your baby? Our baby? Though as… desperate as he is to hold his child, he doesn’t want to disturb important mother-child bonding. Even if you carried them for around nine months, it’s still vital that you actually bond to your baby. Skin-to-skin early on is important.

At the next available time, most likely when you’re asleep or on the verge of sleeping, he’ll gently remove the child from atop your chest. Of course he’d go to the next comfiest and secure place he can and allow for some skin-to-skin between him and the baby.

According to some studies, skin contact with a baby supposedly “awakens” maternal or paternal and he was more than happy to test that out. If it worked? Then that’s great! If it didn’t work? What was the harm? It’s all good in the end.

Because of the nature of his job, you often don’t see him during the day. Both a blessing and a curse. This leaves you alone to care for the baby until he comes back. Even then, it wasn’t a guarantee that he’d help. That’s what you thought, at least.

No matter how exhausted he was or how irate he was from Billiam, the sight of your and the baby always made everything right in the world. All problems just dissolved away, becoming unimportant whispers of responsibilities.

Responsibilities that seemed to come from a whole different reality. Here, at home, the mess that’s Billiam doesn’t exist. Won’t ever affect his lovely little world.

Sometimes he comes home extremely late. So late that you already went to sleep, along with the baby. Occasionally you would try to stay up for him to come home. You were laying on the couch with the baby on your chest, what else was he to presume? That was obviously what you were doing, right?

On those nights, he would sit by you and just watch. Basking in the calm energy you exude. Even without talking to him, you always had a way of calming him down. Of making him feel loved and appreciated.

He would also take care of the baby's needs at night. With his occupation as Billiam’s servant, it really wasn’t the best idea, but he assured you that he would be fine. After all, he couldn’t bond with the baby during the day, so that only left the night. Even if it was menial tasks, he found solace in the presence of the family he was creating,

A question that kept reappearing was how he managed to get such a wonderful partner. One so willing to have a child with him. Deep down, he knew the actual answer, but it was hidden under so many layers of delusions that it’d be better and easier not to deal with that mess.

Now that you had the baby to care for, he was much more willing to leave you alone while he went to work. Yes, sometimes he still brought you into the room with The Egg. But that was only because you seemed stressed the day, night, or morning before he left.

How could he just leave his precious to flounder around so helplessly? A baby can easily be overwhelming. The Egg was more than willing to help you.

The kid, although a beautiful culmination of the love between the two of you, also symbolized another thing. They were a shackle, keeping you tethered to him.

There was no way you’d be able or wish to escape in such a fragile condition. Especially with the baby. How could you risk the life of something so innocent? Of something that did absolutely nothing wrong besides existing. You wouldn’t be such a horrible monster, would you? No, he knows you. Knows that you wouldn’t do that.

Once he has a taste for parenthood, he’s practically addicted. He absolutely loves it. Loves you. Why not have another? And another? And another?

Let’s be honest, he might just want a small herd of kids. Not many, like four or five. A few more wouldn’t do too much harm, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. After all, you’d be around them the most, being the primary caretaker for them all.

The desire for a large family comes into direct conflict with his desire to not make you overwhelmed and overworked. It was a hard battle, but he convinced himself that maybe just one more wouldn’t hurt. Just one more, and that’ll be the last he’ll want.

He’ll say that for the next three he plans to have with you. Can men get baby fever? If they can, then this man definitely would have it, just saying.

[newtonsheffield]

I love love loved Benefits!!! Molly you keep killing it and it’s honest what is keeping me going until the new season!!

I also realized that there was no I love you in this and I’m curious to see how nervous the both of them were to admit it to the other.

Ahhh I’m glad so many of you enjoyed it!

It was a bit… different from my usual offerings I suppose and I’m glad it was still okay I suppose.

Now they didn’t say I love You in Benefits I think because they were both just a little swept away in the moment, though Kate did tell Edwina that she Loved Anthony as a friend 🙄🙄🙄

Let’s see how this happened

It wasn’t an exaggeration, Kate didn’t think, to say that every time she looked at Anthony her heart beat faster. It always had really. Even when they’d sat on his couch, watching Netflix, when they were friends. And maybe in hindsight they’d always been a little too friendly. She’d come to his house in her pyjamas, take away tucked under her arm and they’d curl up together on the sofa, Newton sleeping at her feet, her head resting on his shoulder until she fell asleep against his chest. And now she knew it was more than that.

From the first second their lips touched, she knew this was it, as ridiculous as that sounded. She was going to spend the rest of her life with Anthony, she could feel it. They were teetering in the edge of something big, life changing, something deep in her chest echoing like she’d found the other half of herself, something she hadn’t known she was missing.

Kate had thought about telling him so many times, of course she had. Those three words had been practically choking her since the morning she’d woken up in his bed, with his strong arms tight around her, holding her so gently, his lips on her neck before Anthony had stood in front of her, his fists clenched at his sides, and said-

“I want to give you everything, Kate.”

And they’d nearly fallen from her lips, 12 hours into a relationship.

She bit it back in so many different ways.

When Anthony held out the wanted in the kitchen before she even started to look around for it.

When he growled playfully and lifted her onto his shoulders in the middle of Mary’s living room just because he wanted prove they were taller than Matt and Edwina.

When knocked on her door with the most enormous bouquet of flowers she’d ever seen, a Stuffed fox under the other arm, a charming smile on his face. “The fox is for your son.”

But after a month, she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Anthony had been so curious about how she worked, questions about lighting and composition and working with models and without and finally he’d cocked his head, looking like an adorable puppy.

“Can I come with you this weekend? I could carry your bags, and just watch you be incredible I guess?” His smile was so boyish, his hair flopping in his eyes, “And then I’d take you home and you can sit on my face because I’ll be so turned on by how good you are.”

“Well how can I refuse that?”

Come Saturday Kate was walking towards the tiny section of Hyde park that had been cordoned off, Anthony following behind vibrating with excitement like a child, his knitted hat a little lopsided, her camera bag thrown over his shoulder, looking around curiously as she spoke with the Vanity Fair editor.

“Anthony, Babe, over here!” He’d strayed a little far, over to where the model was already in makeup. He practically sprinted back to her side, his eyes wide.

“What are we-?”

“We’re going to set up the lights on either side of that structure, and I’ll be here so the light catches her right on.”

Anthony nodded, his feet moving nervously looking around at the techs already working, his head bobbing as he waved, hiding behind her as she set up her camera.

Something ridiculous caught in her chest, just looking at him, his eyes curious, so open and ready to learn. “Everyone, this is my body man for the day, Anthony.”

Several people waved, Emily, the model looking around curiously, a smile on her face. “This your boyfriend, Sharma?”

She could feel something smug settling there as she took some test shots, a smirk twitching her lips upwards, Anthony’s fingers holding onto her belt loops, “Sure is. He’s pretty cute huh?”

“Lucky girl!”

“I’m the lucky one!” Anthony called back, his grin bright, his cheeks flushed from the cold, “Pretty and talented! And she makes great French toast!”

And she couldn’t stop it anymore. “Hey Anthony, I love you!”

Anthony froze behind her. His hand gripping her jeans tightly. Anxiety bubbled In Her chest, her mouth falling open.

“I was just-”

“You love me?” His voice was so serious, turning her towards him, his eyes shining down at her. “That’s how you feel about me? You love me?”

She nodded slowly, her pulse pounding in her ears, everyone pretending not to be watching, and Anthony stayed stock still. “Yes, I love you Anthony.”

Anthony lunged forward, his lips brushing against hers so gently, his hand cupping her cheek so soft, his voice even softer “I love you too.”

Their eyes were caught together, a stupid grin stretching her lips, his arms tight around her.

“Sorry, I have to break this up.” The vanity fair assistant said awkwardly, “we’re um, the sunlight is-“

Kate startled, whirling back around, “Right, yes!” She stepped forward towards the set, camera in hand, letting Emily settle into place, a smirk on her lips.

“Well that was very sweet.” She said, she let out a little gasp, “oh, look at him, he’s taking your gloves to warm them in his coat.”

[reuinx]

Privilege (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: Recent events make you feel like Yelena is distant from you. However, you are unaware that she has been hiding something from you. Ultimately, she has a very important question to ask.

Word Count: 2,000

Translations: Malyutka (Babe), Derzkiy (Cheeky), Pridurok (Jerk),  Malishka (Baby)

Masterlist

Recently, Yelena hadn't seemed like herself, as if she had torn away from you. You and Yelena had shared everything, even your darkest thoughts. It seemed as if she had been keeping you in the dark. It has been not easy to even talk to her lately. Even though you confronted her several times, she insisted that you had nothing to worry about. Your relationship with her felt distant. Were you making her miserable? You didn't know.  

You were surprised when Yelena had woken you up at the crack of dawn, her face inches from yours as she softly kissed the tip of your nose. Your eyes fluttered open in a panic as you sat up instantly.

"What.. What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" You grumbled as you rubbed your eyes to get them in focus. You glanced at the alarm clock as you it read 4.00 am.

"Relax malyutka, we have somewhere to go. Won't you come with me?" Yelena asked as you woke up fully with her words; she hadn't wanted to go anywhere with you lately but at 4.00 am, she was feeling adventurous?

"Yelena, baby. Have you seen the time? Where would we need to go at 4am?"

"Somewhere"

"That's really vague."

"I'll explain it all when we get there." Yelena explained softly as you released a quiet moan as you leaned across, flicking the light on your bedside. You were shocked to see Yelena fully dressed as you glanced at her. Yelena always woke you up when she left the bed. You felt her absence of her in the bed, and the next thing you knew, you were awake. You began to suspect that she hadn't slept, and if she did, it wasn't here. You would have heard her getting dressed.

"But Yelena, it's 4am. Where could we possibly be going?"

"I need you to just trust me on this one, please," She pleaded, her green eyes growing wide. Would you be able to refuse a face like that if you wanted to tell her no?

"Fine."

"That was easier than I expected."

"Don't start, I might just change my mind. What will I wear?" As you slowly got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, Yelena finally got up and made her way to the kitchen. As she called back to you, you could hear the kettle being popped.

"Something comfortable, we'll be driving for a bit." Yelena managed to call back to you. You changed into joggers and a pale green hoodie that belonged to Yelena, your favorite. When you slipped your shoes on, you tied the strings of the hoodie into a bow. Clearly, you were exhausted. After you reached the kitchen, you leaned against the door frame.

"How do I look?" You asked as Yelena held a travel cup upwards, tilting her head to the side as she pursed her lips.

"Perfect." She didn't say it with the usual humorous tone that hinted at her vocals; she was serious.

"Oh stop that, you're only saying that because I agreed to come."

"No, I mean't what I said. You were coming with me, regardless of what you said." Your eyes rolled as you both walked out of the apartment, grumbling under your breath at having to get up so early.

"Talking to yourself again, mhm?" Yelena called out ahead of you on the staircase, looking over her shoulder at your grumpy face. As you linked onto her arm, she offered you a soft smile, making sure you wouldn't get dizzy as you both descended the stairs out into the street. Suddenly, a stiff breeze engulfed you, its frosty touch holding you as you trembled. You snuggled into Yelena's side as she kissed the top of your head.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you up."

"We could do that in bed."

"Derzkiy. Dirty girl" Yelena brought you towards her yellow Ford Mustang; it stuck out like a sore thumb in the carpark. You opened the door for you as you slid into the leather seat.

"This is for you, when you wake up." Yelena explained as she put her travel cup in a coaster which she had brewed a piping hot coffee in for you. You smiled tiredly at her as she leaned across you, grabbing your seatbelt as she tucked you in safety. You could do it yourself, obviously. However, you thought when Yelena knew she had done it herself that it provided her with comfort. She had a blanket neatly folded on the floor as she lifted it, throwing it over you as she tucked you in. You looked down at Yelena's nails as you sighed quietly; she looked up at you in wonder.

"You've been picking at the varnish again. What's worrying you baby? I wish you'd talk to me."

"I'm okay."

"Uh huh, I'll believe it when I see it." You managed to say as you snuggled into the blanket, Yelena shaking her head at you as she shut the door. Making her way to the driver's seat, she got in without ease. She turned the car on, adjusting her mirrors before she put on the heat for you.

"Sleep baby, it's going to be a long car drive." She encouraged as you listened to her engine rumble to life.

"I'm not even tired," You complained. Within an instance, you had fallen asleep with the overbearing heat in the car. The comfort of wearing Yelena's hoodie smelled strongly of her perfume. Before you fell into a deep sleep, you could hear Yelena's soft laugh followed by

"Typical." You didn't dream of anything; it was empty. You were too busy to dream; you listened to Yelena quietly humming to the music on the radio. She didn't turn the volume up to an obnoxious level; she kept it as quiet as she could but still enough that she could hear what song was on.

"Pridurok." You'd often hear Yelena angrily mumble under her breath as you could feel the car slow down, obviously her being cut off while she was driving. When the car came to a halt, Yelena would look across to make sure you were still tucked in. Before the lights turned green, she would sometimes push your hair out of your face, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

The driving time seemed endless; sometimes, you woke up suddenly and stared out the window, noticing how the world changed around you. Leaving the bustling city, you went to a local town until things became unfamiliar. Despite not knowing where you were, you trusted Yelena enough to go back to sleep. There was no movement in the car anymore. You awoke suddenly, blinking rapidly as you didn't know where you were.

"Good morning, sunshine. I have something to show you," She chirped, pulling the blanket off of you as you smiled at her. As you reached for the travel cup, it was still warm. After taking a sip of the sweet coffee, you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy its taste. A cup of coffee made by Yelena tasted just like home.

"What is it?"

"I'll show you when we get there." Yelena explained as she got out of the car; she made her way around the car to open your door for you. She was a sweetheart. As you embraced your surroundings, you climbed out of the car. It was clear that you were no longer in the city. A forest trail entrance was just beyond your parking spot.

"Come on then," Yelena said as she started walking along the dirt path through the forest.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

The closer you got to Yelena, the more nervous you became. You held her upper arm while snuggling into her.

"Scared?"

"No."

"Uh huh." She teased as she led you through the trail. Among the tall and silent trees, your eyes searched for anything that looked familiar. Why was this place so important? As the path became almost empty, the trees and shrubs disappeared. Then, when you finally reached a clearing, the sudden image that appeared in front of you left you melting—an area surrounded by purple lavender fields. Seeing the sky in all its in all its glory was possible without the trees. Stars dabbled in the sky, no longer dark. The sky was becoming dominated by blue streaks. Sunlight came over the horizon and yearned to transform it into golden glory.

Yelena left you at the edge of the clearing, her blonde hair flowing amid the purple foliage. Her beauty was breathtaking. As the light on the sunrise hit her golden skin, she smiled charmingly as you followed her. As she began to bite her lip, her eyes peered at you as the sun was slowly rising behind her. She wanted you here for the sunrise. As she interrupted it, you were unable to appreciate its beauty.

"We need to talk."

"Um.. yeah, I'd think that considered you dragged me all the way out here." You stated at Yelena shook her head at you; her face was serious now. After that, you weren't looking at the surroundings anymore; you were looking at her.

"I guess I've been distant lately because I knew the longer I'd spend with you, I'd be more likely to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

As she strains, her jaw unhooks while tensing every muscle in her body, Yelena manages to say, "I can't date you anymore.". You blinked slowly at her, releasing a soft laugh hoping she would join in. She didn't. Hesitantly, you stepped forward.

"What?"

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you shook your head at Yelena. "I can't date you anymore, and I can't be your girlfriend." Yelena said sternly as she made sure you got the message. You throw your hands up above your head.

"What was the point of any of this then, Yelena? Can't anything ever be simple with you, huh?" You growled out as you tried to move away from her, and she quickly stepped over to you, grabbing your wrist. She twirled you around into her grasp as her green eyes examined yours.

"Ever since I've met you, I've surrendered who I am. Nothing makes me stronger than when I'm with you. You've taught me to love the little things, to appreciate everyday as it comes." She let go of your wrist as you stared at her, taking in every word she was saying to you. You didn't know what to say or how to react. Your only option was to stare. As she stepped back from you, she placed her hand on her back pocket as she gazed at you for answers that she desperately needed.

"I don't think I can go another day without you being mine, Malishka. Officially just mine. My girl. Ever since I met you, it has been an absolute privilege to love you. What I'm trying to say is…." Yelena's voice grew soft, emotion beginning to take a tool as she slowly got down on one knee. Tugging out the black leather box as she opened it for you, revealing a pear-shaped moonstone with cubic zirconia accents.

"Will you marry me?" A relatively blank expression accompanied her question. Her heart was pounding internally as she waited for your reply. The words slipped out of your mouth without any thought. Everything made sense now. She couldn't be your girlfriend anymore because she wanted to be your wife.

The answer is "No."

"Wait.. what.. No? You said no. Why no?" As Yelena stared at you, her famous smile had faded, shifting on the spot as she tried to figure out what had happened. Her jaw clenched and unclenched as she stared back at you. You could tell she was trying to stop herself from crying.

"I'm never going to get another chance to say no so I just wanted to know what it felt like" The expression on Yelena's face changed as she gazed pleadingly into your eyes.

"Is it still a no then?" You suddenly burst into laughter as she inquired nervously, her head tilting to her shoulder.

"Of course not, it's a yes!"

"Yes!" Yelena carefully placed the ring on your finger, standing up as she grabbed you in her arms, spinning you around as you broke out in laughter. Raising your hand as you examined the ring, you suddenly shook your head at her.

"You couldn't have told me to dress up, so I could've looked pretty?"

"You always look beautiful to me," Yelena explained as you wrapped your legs around her waist. She held you up; you leaned in to press her lips up against yours. You could feel her smiling against her lips; she was on cloud nine.

"Mrs. Belova," Yelena whispered against your lips as she held you to her, not wanting to let go of you for a second. She’d never let you go.

[raggaraddy]

Unexpected

Request: Assassin! Yoong's S/O becomes pregnant. @sunheeyey @justmydirtysheet

A/N: Soo much love and requests for Yoongi at the moment, I can hardly keep up.😂 But it makes sense. How could you not love the Pretty Kitty!

Trigger warning: Mention of abortions, yandere themes.

Yoongi

Yandere! Yoongi

Assassin! Yoongi

Finding you clutching the toilet, overwhelmed with nausea, Yoongi looked more concerned than you would have imagined he might.

"What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?" He makes the same leap you initially did.

You're looking up at him, stalling in thought trying to process how to say this. Do you say it directly? Or subtly. Do you even tell him? You could be wrong and you have no idea how he's going to react.

"I've-I haven't gotten my last two periods." You say feeling ashamed as if it was something you had done wrong.

Yoongi's face pales his eyes going wide. His own voice catching in his throat worse than yours did, as he struggles to find any words. You'd never seen him this caught off guard before.

"Go," He points down the hall to your room, instantly second-guessing himself. Pulling his hand back in, scratching his head. "Go to your- um," Normally when he didn't know how to react to something, he could simply lock you away. To give himself as much time as he wanted. But this? That reaction seemed callous, even for him. "Jus-just wait. Here. I'll-. Just wait." He stammers, too quickly running down the stairs. Retreating from you like you had told him you had the plague.

You feel the house shake as the front door slams forcefully.

At this point, you had only just pieced it together in your mind also. And the same as him, you had no idea how you were supposed to react or feel. Truthfully, you felt like you were suspended, waiting for Yoongi to get back. You didn't want to let an opinion set in until you knew what he was thinking. He controlled your entire world, and no matter what you thought or wanted, he would have the final say.

Coming back up the stairs with quickened footsteps and a large shopping bag, he drops several kinds of pregnancy tests at your feet. A complete look of confusion on his face.

"I didn't know which one was good, so just use them all.' His tone was still high and strung out.

It takes an hour, but you go through the tests. Each one revealing a positive result. Yoongi sitting on the edge of the bath anxiously watching the results come in one after the other with an answer he was struggling to accept.

After the 5th test, all his tense energy overflows and he erupts. "I thought you said you were on birth control!"

"I am," you attest. Chewing your lip raw.

"Then what the fuck happened. How the hell did you fuck this up?!" He raves, accusing you as if this was within your control.

"I-I don't know,"

He storms off. He wasn't actually waiting for you to answer. He's frustrated and panicking and he just wanted to aim that at someone else. You can feel the front door shuddering again, the house returning to a desolate quiet

Slumping to the bathroom floor, you hold your knees while crying. It's not your fault, you know it isn't but Yoongi's fit has made you feel so guilty and responsible. Your birth control is something that you had put in years ago, and it should still be working. You really don't know how this could have happened.

Over the next few days, Yoongi avoids you. He came back later that same day, but since then he hasn't spoken to you. Hardly even sparing you a glace. Every time you see him, you have to restrain yourself from asking your burning questions. If you try to force him to talk about this, you know it won't end well.

So in the meantime, you honestly don't want to think about it. But that's all you do.

It sounded so bizarre the first few times you thought it. But you were pregnant. You had a baby growing inside you. Something so small and beautiful. Something that was all yours.

Your mind kept imagining how they might look. Would they have more of Yoongi's features or yours? Would it be a boy or a girl? How could you ever decide on a name? What happens if you change your mind about the name? What would their first word be?

By the 4th day, you'd completely disregarded your intentions not to make your mind up. Without you even trying to, your mind was made up for you and after only 4 days you were absolutely and unendingly in love with your baby.

Yoongi had still yet to say a word on the topic. But you were terrified. He could be so merciless and uncaring. Look at his profession. At all the horrendous things you'd seen him do. Look at what he did to you. How could you think he would ever allow you to keep it?

But this was your baby! He couldn't take it from you!

You kept making yourself sick with worry. You were fearing the worst. Unable to find any way to convince yourself that he would have a positive answer for you. Believing he would never let you keep it. You kept having nightmarish thoughts of ways he might force you to abort it. Of what he might do it you refused. Steadily you were terrorizing and depressing yourself. Crying yourself to sleep night after night.

10 days after you found out you were woken by so much commotion downstairs.

Coming onto the ground floor, you find the living room and kitchen filled with boxes and bags. Looking like a baby supply store had exploded in your house. Cribs, strollers, bouncers, baby clothes, toys. Everything you knew a baby needed, and a lot you had no idea about.

But the sight is an answer without words and tears come to your eyes right away. Your heart lifting in relief.

Yoongi catches sight of you standing in the stairway, a sheepish glint in his eye as he cluelessly holds up a drill and a manual. Studying the box of a baby gate with confusion printed on his face. He looks thoroughly out of his element.

"I don't- I don't know what any of this stuff is. I-I-" he stammers looking around the chaos. "I want everything to be right though." He looks at you softly, lightly biting his lip. "Y/n, I really don't know anything about all this. I'm gonna need you to teach me, please. Teach me how to take care of our baby."

You inhale and exhale a sigh all of the past weeks stress floating off of you. The universe finally giving you exactly what you needed. Tears of joy rolling down your face you step through the mess and you run into his arms, sinking into his chest. Feeling complete and at ease as you feel him squeeze you back.

"Of course Yoongi. We'll do this together."

[byulsgrease]

now you gotta do a continuation of that wheein smut please, where she returns the favor but does a bit more teasing/torture compared to wheein

I gotta? ok, if you insist :D

what are you thinking about now?

(wheein x fem reader, ~1.7k words)

cw: smut (minors dni)

a/n: hhhh how did this end up 500 words longer than the first part coughijustwanttocallherbabygirl

[previous]

"Just another thing to think about when you're on my mind again."

Who said "again" meant 4am? You considered yourself a morning person, but not this early. She apparently had other ideas in mind when she roused you from sleep with her soft whining and incessantly pressing herself up against your side.

"What?" you murmured sleepily, head rolling to the side to face her. She had that pleading look all over her face, eyes wide with a jutting lower lip, a bit like a begging puppy.

"I'm thinking about you again," her eyes avert your gaze, almost embarrassed to admit, "...thinking about you returning the favor."

"At"—your head raises just above the pillow to peer at the alarm clock behind her on the nightstand— "4am? Didn't we just?"

"I thought I could wait it out, but..." she swung a leg over yours and your eyes widened a little more once her panties grazed your bare leg - soaked. She laid a kiss behind your ear with a soft "please", in that begging tone that always made you melt. You figured the few hours of sleep in you was energy enough. But it was her fault that she couldn’t wait for this, so you planned to make her wait a little longer.

“You might regret waking me up,” tone growing serious now that you were more awake. She shook her head, eyes still wide and full of need. “Yeah… we’ll see about that.”

You hoisted her on top of you and put your hand on the curve of her spine, sliding under her shirt to draw tiny circles on her skin with your fingers. She tried to urgently kiss you, but you refused to match her pace. Instead you kissed her ever-so-slowly, teeth barely grazing her lower lip. Her hands tangled into your hair with a complaining tug, face scrunched up just in front of your lips when you came up for air.

“Can’t you just kiss me?” she huffed frustratingly, the heat of her breath blowing into your face. She’s fronting, but you know she’s in your favorite state - wrapped around your finger.

“What were we just doing, then?” you countered with a cocky smirk which prompted a watery-eyed pout on her face. “I’m kidding, c’mere.” You bunch the front of her shirt in your fist and pull her down to kiss her, for real this time. The pace starts off slow, then ramps up quickly - cursory passes of her tongue on yours and eager lip bites have gotten you equally riled up, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Nothing but your t-shirts and underwear separating your bodies, her nipples poking through her shirt brush over your chest, so you moved a hand up to flick your thumb over one. Her body tensed at the contact but you're encouraged by the sound she made through the kiss - a throaty moan cut short, presumably because she didn’t want to let on as to how desperate she was for so much more.

But they started flowing much more freely once both of your hands came to her chest, gently pinching and circling her nipples, still over the shirt. Despite her growing need for skin-on-skin, she relished the extra friction from the fabric, responding with gentle tugs on your hair and her nails grazing the sides of your neck, a continuous nearly-inaudible whine from deep in her throat.

Throughout all this, she kept trying to hump your legs. Despite wanting nothing more than to witness her unravel into an absolute mess for you, you stopped her. After all, she could have taken care of this herself.

“What, am I just a pair of legs to you?” you quietly joked in the face of her desperation.

“Of course not,” she breathily sighed as she tried to drag herself across your thighs again.

She reached behind her to press a finger to your underwear, and without skipping a beat you grasped her slender wrist and darkly warned, “I don’t think so. This is about you, not me. I can take care of myself just fine, thank you,” your last words teasingly confident, despite not being entirely opposed to her touch.

You moved to gently suck at the crook of her neck while slowly sliding the hem of her tshirt up her body to get it off. Barely trailing your nails up her sides while doing so, you felt her shiver at the contact. Soft nips from your teeth produced even softer hums against your mouth as she pushed her long hair out of the way for you. The suggestion of sunrise now peering through the edges of the window made it very clear: she’d need concealer tomorrow— or today, rather.

Your attention returned to her nipples again, except with your mouth this time. Her hands slipped under your shirt and found yours in the meantime, thumbs tracing the tiniest circles that made your stomach tighten. The thought of stopping her flashes through your mind but you let her continue, your own throaty moans vibrating against her chest while your tongue flicked over her hardened peaks.

Not wanting to let yourself get too carried away from her touch, your fingers encircled her wrists to pull them out from under your shirt, whispering a reminder that this was all about her.

Slipping her underwear down her legs, you flung them to the side in a soggy mass, her desperation absolutely apparent in the way her core glistened in front of you. She sighed with relief as you finally moved your head between her legs, thinking she’d finally get some much-needed stimulation. The relief turned into a high pitched whine of disappointment again when you only kissed and nipped at her inner thighs, your mouth so close and yet so far from where she needed it most. A singular finger traced around her outer folds where wetness had long begun to leak out, making her watch said finger enter your mouth, taking your sweet time indirectly tasting her. The pout on her face looked understandably resigned - what else could she do?

"Oh, did you want me to do something?" you sneered. With your head propped up on one hand, you took the other and slid one finger into her with absolutely no resistance. Honestly with how wet she was, there was no way one finger did much of anything. She white-knuckled the sheets and lifted her hips anyway, trying fruitlessly to thrust herself on your finger to feel something, anything.

You slipped your finger out, moving yourself above her to trace it along her jawline, leaving a slick trail down to the bottom of her chin, which you tilted up. “What’s the rush, babygirl? If you didn’t want me to take so much time, why’d you wake me up so early?” Her body sunk into the bed a bit and heat rose in her face in response to the nickname, growing bashful. Not a nickname you used often, but her response spoke for itself.

"Returning the favor!" she complained, voice shrill. A series of pleas rushed out of her, growing impatient with your antics. She was probably regretting waking you up by now, but you could indulge her a little, right?

Moving back down between her legs, your tongue rimmed her outer lips, eliciting a jerk of her hips from at last getting some kind of meaningful contact. You swept your tongue just around her clit, purposefully avoiding coming into full contact with it. Her fingers snaked in your hair with an adamantly rough pull every time you did what she wanted you to, her expression screwed up on a mix of bliss and frustration.

The rising volume of her moans as your litmus test proved that she was close, but there was no way she’d get over the edge without both your tongue and fingers. You abruptly stopped, pulling away as you took the collar of your shirt to scrape at the small mess collecting on your chin.

She’s literally on the verge of screaming at you - her body couldn’t bear to take much more of this. Your name and a flurry of “please”-s rushed out of her while she yanked at your shirt. You’re secretly in awe at the sight of her raw desperation. She’d never really gotten this wound up before, pleading with you so openly like this. And you pitied her, truly.

The pleasure-filled sounds resumed when you took two fingers and dipped them into her, curling them up at a painstakingly slow pace while sliding your tongue between her folds. When you finally made full-on contact with her clit, she all but cried out, sheer euphoria piercing through the dull ache of her delayed gratification.

It only took your tongue a number of gentle passes over it in tandem with the gentle thrust and curl of your fingers to get her over the edge. Not her most intense finish by any means, but with how wound up she was, she couldn't resist giving in at the first sign attention so long denied. The smooth skin of tensed thighs pressed flush against the sides of your head, partially muting the stream of expletives spilling out of her mouth as your free hand splayed over her abs to steady her rocking hips. You couldn't help but crack a smile against her trembling body as she took in several deep breaths, searching for recovery from the ordeal you just put her through.

Slipping up the bed to lay beside her, both your gazes came to rest on the obvious spot staining the sheets. Her lips turned inwards, mouth pressed together in a line out of mild embarrassment. You wordlessly gave her a side-eyed look, then chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek as she backed away a bit, heat rising in her face. You'd have to change the sheets in a couple hours when your alarm clock for work went off.

"So, whatcha thinking about now?" you inquired quietly with a cunning smile.

"How I'm never waking you up this early for anything, ever," she deadpanned.

"Good girl."

[wreckmetoji]

idfc

An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader ↳ Megumi Fushiguro/Reader

Part 7/?

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

content warning. negative thoughts, self doubt, angst, slight fluff, poor megumi This is part seven of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

1.9k words

You glared at him, only to be met with a shit-eating grin. "Looks like that smart mouth is good for something. Now get out of my car." The exchange was less than desirable. Nothing screams you're worthless more than pleasuring a man and then being told to promptly get out of his sight. There were no more words exchanged between the two of you, once you had gotten out of the car and slammed the door shut, Toji sped off without as much as a glance in your direction. It made you seethe, but at the same time you felt so incredibly disgusted that you let him degrade you like that. It took you a while to clean up, deciding to crumple your only half decent dress and throw it in your closet to be forgotten, and shower away the now dried cum sticking to your legs. You don't know why you were left feeling this way, you knew Toji wasn't a good man. You also knew that whatever you two had going on was supposed to be zero feelings involved. Still, it wouldn't have killed him to treat you decently. Sitting on your bed in nothing but a towel, you held your phone in both hands, staring at the bright screen in stark contrast to your nearly pitch-black room. You needed to talk to someone, you felt vulnerable. You knew Nobara had a date tonight, and Yuuji was taking night classes to make up for failing grades, that only left... A sigh fell from your lips, heart wrenching when your thumb pressed the call button, your heartbeat hammering in your ear as you brought the phone to it. It only rang two times before he answered, like he was already anticipating your call. "Hey," Megumi sounded tired, and you could hear the rustling of his sheets on the other end. It was nearly midnight, the realization that you must've disturbed his sleep making you feel even worse. "Hey..." You answered quietly, unsure what else to say. How were you going to get emotional support from him? It's not like you could say your dad fucked me stupid and made me feel used, I need someone to talk to. You heard his gentle voice call your name, once, then twice, before you placed your hand over your mouth and sniffled, trying to keep your tears at bay. You were human fucking garbage. "Hey, hey whats wrong? Are you okay?" Again, you heard the rustling of sheets, then a click followed by a long creak. "I'm gonna come over, wait for me, okay? I'll be ten minutes." You nodded, even though he couldn't see you, and the line went quiet. He never hung up, staying on the phone with you while he drove. Every time you sniffled, or whimpered, or quietly sobbed, he would croon it's okay, I'm almost there. In much less time than he said he'd take, you heard the phone go silent, followed by his frantic rapping at the door. He knew the code to get into your building, him being one of three people you trusted so dearly with it. You were suddenly very aware of your towel-clad body, but really unable to care at the moment. You just needed someone. Less than a second after the door was opened, Megumi was inside your apartment, kicking the door shut with his heel. When he quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, your hands balled into his chest, accepting the halo of warmth he provided as you quietly sobbed into his shirt. It didn't take long for you to stop crying, standing in the entryway in silence as Megumi held you with such care. Once he could tell you'd calmed slightly, he brought you back to your room, sitting you on the bed and going through your closet to find you something to wear. You didn't see that he noticed the dress you wore tonight so angrily discarded in the corner. He managed to find one of his old graphic shirts he gave you, and a pair of loose shorts, placing them on the bed beside you. "I'll give you a minute. Let me know when you're done." He stepped out of the room, making sure not to close the door completely behind him, letting the hallway light bleed into the dark room so you'd be able to see what you were doing. You softly smiled at his choice of clothes, the faded cartoon dog on the shirt was nostalgic. Once changed, you slowly opened the door, refusing to make eye contact. If he knew whatever was wrong was tied to him in some way, he didn't show it. You sat on the couch with him, legs bunched up, leaning into his side with his arm slung over your shoulders. The silence was comfortable, your tears and sniffles mostly subsided as the two of you absentmindedly watched whatever movie he decided to put on. "So," He broke the silence, taking a deep breath, "Do you want to talk about what's wrong?" This is the part you were dreading. How were you going to say this, if you could even say anything? There's nothing you could say that wouldn't give away who hurt you in what way. You could only imagine how disgusted he would be with you. "Shit, no," Megumi cursed, turning towards you on the couch when you started to cry again. "It's okay, you don't have to talk about it." His arm was still over the back of the couch, his other reaching out to grab yours, hesitating for a moment before he threaded his fingers between yours. "I feel like," You hiccuped, gripping his hand in both of yours. "I feel like if I talk about it, you'll end up hating me. I can't have you hate me, Gumi." You hung your head, tears falling onto your joined hands. Megumi remained quiet, scooting closer to you on the couch, his free hand coming to rub your back. "You know I could never hate you." You knew that was a lie, at least in this situation. "I'm just a pile of fucking garbage, I can't even get my life together for one fucking day! I just hurt everyone around me and–" Your words were caught in your throat, the hand that was previously holding yours now grasping your chin and forcing you to turn and look at him. Despite that, it was still gentle. "Don't say that shit, you know better than that." He firmly scolded, sapphire blue eyes boring into yours. The longer he stared, the more you cried. "I just feel... so disgusting. I feel like everyone would be happier if I weren't around. I feel worthless." Your tears slowed, watching his eyes as they scanned your face, settling on your lips a little longer than anticipated. You wanted to feel like you were worth something. In that moment, and that time, you wanted to feel loved. It didn't matter by who. Leaning into his touch, moving your face closer, your gaze moved between his eyes and his lips, watching them part ever so slightly. When he leaned back, even if just a centimeter, you stopped dead in your tracks. The tips of his ears were flushed, his breaths heavy and slow as they fanned over your lips. "I... I don't know what I'd do without you, so please..." Megumi swallowed, seeming unsure of what to do. His hand moved to the back of your head, cradling it when he closed the tiny gap between you two, kissing you so passionately, and so desperately. You returned the favor, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist and pulling you impossibly close. This was wrong, you were horrible for using him like this, but he was the only one that made you feel wanted, needed. He was the first to pull back, keeping you in place as he rested his forehead against yours. Sapphire eyes were closed, and his brows were knitted together. When you leaned in for another kiss, he turned his head slightly. Your name fell from his lips in a pained whisper. "I don't think this is really what you want." He sounded sincere, but absolutely shattered. "I think you think this is what you want, and I'm sorry I took advantage of that but... I can't have you disappearing on me again because I'm selfish." If only he knew that you were the selfish one. You were quiet for a moment, hands loosening their grip on his shirt. "Please," You begged, tilting your head to kiss him again, only to have him lean back and look at you. His expression was doubtful, like he didn't believe what he was hearing. "Please, Gumi, I need you right now." With the way his jaw visibly clenched, you knew you wouldn't have to convince him anymore. He was weak to your requests and wide teary brimmed eyes, you'd put him in a position he just couldn't refuse. You moved forward again, this time successful in managing to kiss him, just as desperate as before. The feeling of his resolve crumbling made you sigh against his lips, both of his hands coming up and cupping your face. It was nothing like the treatment you'd experienced the last few times with his father, the two seemed like complete opposites in how they handled a partner. Perhaps it really all came down to whether or not they cared about who they were touching. Megumi moved his hands down, moving under your shirt just enough so the flats of his palms came in contact with the bare skin of your waist. He dared not go further than that, you knew he wouldn't even as he pulled you into his lap, never once breaking the needy, now crooked kiss. He had been the first to crack, hesitantly brushing his tongue against the lip of your slightly parted mouth, and you eagerly returned the favor. It was clear he wasn't thinking straight with how firmly he held you against him, chest heaving when he exhaled through his nose. His grip tightened, halting your movements after you had rocked forward on him, causing your clothed heat to rub up against the forming tent in his black pajama pants. Clearly, with how sensitive he was, he wasn't wearing underwear. He parted from you, cheeks flushed and irises blown. "I... we can't. Not yet." "You don't want to?" "No– fuck, I do. I want to, I want you– I just don't want you to regret it again." Maybe, you thought, the disappointed expression painting your face would tell him you wouldn't, but deep down you knew he wouldn't budge. He always had a good moral compass, at least when he was sober. You nodded, and he let out the breath he was holding, leaning up and giving you one, two, three kisses, the third lingering much longer than the others. "I'll stay with you tonight, if that's what you want, but if we're gonna do something like that, I want to do it proper this time." That was admirable, you thought with a bittersweet smile as he carried you to your room, settling you down on your queen bed and crawling in next to you. He didn't have to beckon you once he put his head down on the plush pillow, since you were already making your way over to his side. In this moment, and in this time, you felt loved. You felt needed. You felt respected. And you knew that come morning time, you'd probably regret that too. 

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[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 3:

ѕυн נσнииу

23 days of NCT masterlist.

warnings: tooth-rotting shit, Johnny is a dick at the beggining, inexperienced reader, fem masturbation, it's kinda bad but I hope you enjoy.

taglist: @notbeforelong @curieouscapt @whathamelon @unknown5tar

“I’m going out with my friends tonight, don’t wait up for me.” He commented while slipping his black, leather shoes on.

“Drive carefully .” You answered as you popped a cup of instant ramen inside the microwave.

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath after the door closed behind him. Freedom finally.

You turned on the Tv, setting the volume louder than usual. Johnny didn’t like noise, to be honest, he probably didn’t even like you. He had so many house rules, you couldn’t even breathe without getting scolded by him. Not even three months had passed since your wedding and you already felt like you were in some sort of military camp.

“God, it smells so nice.” You murmured, pulling out the hot cup from the microwave and dumping the content in a bowl.

You ate on the sofa, another thing that Johnny hated, while watching your favorite series, enjoying your time alone. If it wasn’t for your parents, you would’ve never agreed to marry him, but they sounded so excited with the idea that you couldn’t refuse them, it wasn’t like you had a line of men waiting for you anyways.

You decided to have a little dessert, a mug cake, to be specific. You decided to make one for Johnny as well, the memories of you as kids eating all sorts of candies coming back to you as to mixed all the ingredients together. What happened to him during high school? All you knew was that he studied abroad and came back like a completely different man. He wasn’t your Johnny anymore. Of course, you were sad at first, but your sadness soon turned into anger as his attitude towards you got worse.

“Get lost.” Or “You’re so annoying.” Were some of the things you’d often hear.

You stopped trying after a semester, and it was quite healing to be honest. But then your parents had to bring him back to your life, and in the worst way possible. Nevertheless, they seemed happy, knowing that someone nice was living with you. Of course, they didn’t know the new Johnny.

After eating up all your food, you washed the dishes and laid down on the couch, your eyelids slowly closing as you drifted away. It wasn’t until a couple of hours later when a pair of arms woke you.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes a bit disoriented.

Johnny held you between his arms, carrying you towards your shared bedroom, which he almost never used.

“Go back to sleep, I got you.” He tucked you in with delicate movements. You could sense alcohol in his breath, but he wasn’t acting drunk at all. “Close your eyes.” He murmured as he felt your gaze over him.

“If alcohol was all it took for you to be nice, I would’ve poured some whiskey on your morning coffee every day.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your remarks.

“I’ve been a bit rude to you, haven’t I?” He kneeled down in front of the bed, his thumb tracing the shape of your eyebrow. Now you were certain he was drunk. “I’m sorry, I still don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you rejected me-”

“I’m sorry, what?” You frowned.

“You know, the letter I sent you when I was abroad...” He tried helping you remember, things getting clearer for him at your lack of response. “You didn’t get it, did you?” You shook your head. “Shit.”

“So you’ve been an ass to me for a letter I didn’t even get? Way to go, Suh.” Anger started boiling at the bottom of your stomach, sleepiness abandoning your system. “God, I wanna hit you so bad right now.”

“Please, do so.” He felt like a piece of garbage, having treated the girl he loved like his worst enemy for a misunderstanding. “But, hypothetically, if you had gotten that letter...what would’ve been your answer?” He fidgeted with the bedsheets, feeling your legs shift under them.

“I don’t know, what did it say?”

“I’m not gonna tell you what a lame 14 year old wrote to his crush.” He scoffed. “It was just a love confession, quite cheesy if you ask me.”

“If I had gotten that letter...” You cupped his soft cheeks, they were burning, probably because of the drinks he’d had, or maybe because of your touch. “I would’ve begged my parents to let me take a flight to see you, so I could answer to your confession in person.” His heart stopped, the answer he’d longed for so many years was finally about to slip from your mouth. “I did like you, John. But then you abruptly changed, and you hurt me so much during this past years.” Your words sounded unforgiving, and yet, you had the softest look on your moonlit face. “But I’m willing to let that go if you tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

He didn’t hesitate to pull your face closer to his, your noses slightly touching.

“I’m so glad you agreed to marry me, that way I get to spend the rest of my life with the woman I’ve loved for so many years. Only if you want that too, of course.”

“Will rude Johnny be back tomorrow morning?” You asked, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Rude Johnny’s dead.” His sweet smile encouraged you to finally shorten the distance between your lips. It was your very first real kiss as a couple.

Your lips fitted perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces. He was the first to make a move, placing his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer as he climbed on top of your body. The kiss started getting heated, his tongue freely exploring your mouth as his hands got playful, softly kneading your breast.

The palms of your hands touched his well built pecs, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you realized how strong he really was. He was definitely not the skinny teenager you were in love with.

“What is it, baby?” He smiled, his cheeks turning slightly pink, your wide eyes looking attentively at him.

“Did you eat teenage Johnny or something?” He laughed, the prettiest and most genuine laugh you’d ever heard from him.

“No, but there’s someone else I’m surely gonna eat out tonight.” You smack his chest, a high pitched whine coming out from his mouth. “What was that for?”

“Don’t talk like that...it’s my first time.” He’d already guessed it by the fact that you’d never had a boyfriend or a proper date, but it was still shocking to hear it from your own mouth.

“Then I guess I’ll have to be gentle.” His long fingers started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt right in front of your inexperienced eyes, cockily smirking at the way you’d unconsciously bite your lower lip. “Can I ask something?” You nodded, eyes still glued to his half naked chest. “The day of our wedding...was that your first kiss?” You remembered the lame peck you received as soon as the officiant declared you husband and wife.

“Sadly.” He felt as if a hundred needles were stabbing his lovesick heart.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, kissing your soft lips over and over again. “I stole your first kiss.”

“Then make up for it.” You raised your hips, your sensitive core meeting with his bulge and stealing a gasp from both of you.

His hungry lips attached to your neck, sucking several purple marks on it as your hands quickly worked through the remaining buttons of his shirt, helping him slide it down his arms. Even with the lack of light in your room, you could see his torso perfectly, the way his biceps would twitch as his hands slipped inside your shirt, thumbs caressing the soft skin of your tummy.

“Johnny.” You moaned, his hands moving upwards to play with your hard nipples.

“Turn on the light on the nightstand, I want to see you.” He murmured beside your ear, kissing the shell of it as you extended your arm to do as he said.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust to the new illumination. Johnny looked even more ethereal under the dim, yellow light.

“Why have you got to be so damn perfect?” Your fingers traced his well-defined abs, mesmerized by the shape of them. While you were distracted drooling over his body, he took the chance to lift your shirt just above your round boobs, moaning at the sight of the two, beautiful mounds. Reality stroke you as you felt your nipples harden from the cold air. “Don’t look at me like that.” You avoided his eyes, your body growing hotter under his intense gaze.

“How do you expect me to look at the woman I love?” You turned to your side, shirt still lifted.

“Stop it.” Johnny loved how shy you’d always been around him, specially whenever he complimented you.

“No.” He pecked your cheek, hands going down to remove your shorts, stopping right before lowering the waistband. “Are you really okay with this?” You nodded, still refusing to look at him.

“Are you?”

“What a silly question, of course I am.” Without any further delay, he pulled both of the pieces covering your lower half down. You pressed your legs together, trying to hide your wet center. “Why are you hiding yourself from me, baby?” He mocked, hands caressing your round ass.

“I’ve never been naked in front of anyone.” He was quick to dispose his remaining clothes, wanting to make you feel more comfortable.

“Look at me.” His big hand was holding the side of your head as you turned back to him, trying your best not to look down at his manhood. “Open your legs for me.” As he was the experienced one, you decided to let him take the lead, slowly revealing yourself to him. “Good girl.” His praises only sent electric shocks right into your core.

“Are you gonna put it inside now?” Adorable, Johnny thought, using his finger pads to tease your inner thighs.

“No, I need to prepare you first. Otherwise, it might hurt.” He’d done it thousands of times, but it somehow felt different with you, as if he had to be extra careful to make sure you had the most pleasurable experience, even if it meant having to endure the stinging pain between his legs for a while longer.

He first used his middle finger to run it up and down your slit, satisfied at how wet you were for him. He talked you through every single one of his movements, making sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing.

“Johnny.” You whined, three fingers pumping in and out of your entrance. It was definitely different than when you did it by yourself, his digits reached deeper, delivering a new kind of pleasure. “I need you.”

He hummed, pulling out his fingers to grab the base of his dick. He ran the tip over your slit, your hips slightly bucking at the contact.

“Tell me when it stops hurting.” He was only halfway in when you asked him for a break, already feeling overwhelmingly full. “Don’t worry, take your time.” He said despite feeling the urgent need to move.

It took you a few minutes to recover, letting him bottom out. The pain was bearable after that first break, so you almost immediately asked him to move. Johnny started off slowly, both of his hands beside your head as he rolled his hips against yours.

“Does it feel good?” He didn’t even need a verbal answer, your facial expressions were more than enough to let him know just how good he was making you feel. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Me neither.” You held onto his biceps, the knot on your tummy becoming tighter as he picked up the pace.

He lowered his face to connect your lips, both of you moaning into each other’s mouth as you reached your high, bare chests touching each other while you tried to slow your heartbeat.

“I wish this would’ve been out wedding night.” He kissed your collarbone, pulling out to plop down beside you. “Again, I’m really sorry.”

“Let it go already, John.” You hugged his naked body against yours, letting his hand play with your hair. “As long as you’re like this from now on, we’ll be alright.”

You didn’t even notice when your eyes started closing again, falling asleep beside your now loving husband. The next morning you panicked as he wasn’t by your side anymore. Had it been a dream?

“Good morning, sunshine.” Johnny suddenly came through the door, a tray with food between his hands. “You must be hungry after last night.” He left it on top of your legs, smiling naturally as if this was your everyday routine.

It was definitely gonna take time to adjust to this Johnny.

“Heart shaped sandwiches? That’s so corny, Suh.” You laughed, staring at your food with sparkly eyes.

“Hey! That took me two hours to make.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a hairbrush. “Your hair’s a mess, let me fix it while you eat.” He sat down behind you, slowly going through your hair as you stuffed your face with food.

“Does this mean I’m not gonna have to add whiskey to your morning coffee?” He chuckled behind you, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.

“That won’t be necessary.” He tied your hair up in a not-so-messy bun, lacing his arms and legs around your waist once he was done. “You look cute on my shirt.” You hadn’t even noticed. Probably he’d cleaned you up and dressed you right after you fell asleep.

“I look cute in everything.”

“Yes you do.” More kisses. “Now hurry up, we’re going out today.”

“Where to?”

“I’m taking you out on our very first date.”

[kpop---scenarios]

Sugar Daddy (1)

Pairing: Johnny Seo x Reader

Warnings: None yet..

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Let me know if you wanna be tagged!!

"I don't know about this." You say to Hwasa, tugging on her arm as she tries to walk into the club. 

Your dress is tight, and you feel overly uncomfortable in something so revealing and your heels, especially since you are not small. You are a bigger girl, with a stomach, thick thighs and curves. You have rolls when you sit down, and stretch marks radiating up your sides. You're not like the kind of girls who go to these clubs and it was severely affecting your confidence. 

"Ayn." She smiles. "I promise it'll all be okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." 

With a sigh you nod your head and Hwasa takes your hand leading you inside the club. The music was loud, you could feel the bass thumping on your feet as you walked towards the bar. Your eyes wandered as you were being led by Hwasa. Rich looking men in suits that had become untucked, their sleeves rolled up and collars loosened. They made sure to show off their watches, flashing the expensive ones, not a care in the world here. Most of the men were surrounded by women, some looking quite cozy, but some looking rather uninterested in what their company had to say. 

As you sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine, your eyes continued to wander, especially over to a group of men who were by themselves. 

"Those guys rarely find anyone here." Hwasa says, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "They are a few of the most wealthy men and their tastes are very particular." She finishes, sitting back up to take a sip of her wine. 

Not even five minutes later a man approaches Hwasa, asking her if she wants to dance. She looks at you, making you roll your eyes. "Go." You laugh. 

"Are you sure?" She asks. 

"Get out of here, I'm fine." You assure her. 

She takes the man's hand, and heads out to the dance floor. You watch her as she laughs, her head thrown back, the man's eyes watching her intently and in awe. You can already tell he's smitten with her, and they just met. 

You turn back around, and take another sip of your drink, when you feel a warm presence behind you, someone pressing himself against you. You turn around slightly, and see a man with a smirk on his face. He backs up, looking at you and then down to his crotch which very clearly proved he had an election. 

"Want to take care of this for me?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

"No." You flat out say, going to turn yourself back around, when he grabs onto your arm, his grip tight as he squeezes your wrist. 

"C'mon sweetheart, don't be like that." He grunts, his eyes wide, motioning down to his crotch. 

"I said no." You yell, trying to shake him off your arm but he tightens his grip. 

You can see his face begin to go red as he begins to get angry at your refusal. You try to fight him off more but he won't let go. He raises his other hand as if he was going to slap you. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact but it never came, and suddenly your arm was free. You open one eye and see the man on the floor, with another man shaking his fist. 

"She said no, fucking respect that." The man yells, giving the man on the ground a swift kick to the ribs. 

"Are you okay?" He asks. 

"Um, yeah.. I'm fine. Thank you." You whisper. You go to turn back around, wanting to leave this place and never let Hwasa convince you to do anything ever again. 

"Would you like to join me at my table?" He asks, causing you to spin back around, mid sip of your cocktail. You try to swallow but slight choke as you nod your head yes  "Sure. I would love to." You sputter, trying to wipe the remnants of your drink from your chin. 

You grab your drinj and follow the man to a table, the table that Hwasa had said before was very particular. 

"Chanyeol this is.." he pauses, motioning to you to speak. 

"Ayn. L/N Ayn." You say with a smile. 

"I'm Park Chanyeol." He smiles, gently shaking your hand.

"And I'm Johnny Seo," He smiles. He eyes trail down your body before going back up to make eye contact.  

"Nice to meet you both." You smile, sitting down on the edge of the couch. Your eyes dart from Johnny to Chanyeol then back to Johnny, but his eyes haven't left you for a moment. You nervously take a sip of your drinj before turning your head and really look at him. 

Fuck, he's absolutely beautiful. His combed brown hair perfectly frames his face, his smile radiates through the entire club, and from what you can see from under his dress shirt, he had a nice body. As much as you tried to ignore it, the feeling that you didn't belong radiated through your body, filling your brain up with possible situations or words that could possibly be said to you. And it made you nervous. Johnny leans over, his lips hovering beside your ears. You can feel his hot breath radiating down your neck. "You are beautiful." He whispers. Your face immediately turns red and hot, a blush forming against your will. Before you can respond, Hwasa runs up to you, grabbing your wrist. "Ayn." She panics. "We have to go. Now!" She yells, yanking on your arm to pull you up. 

"Oh." You partially panic. You sort of toss your glass down and stand up, Johnny's eyes on you. "I'm sorry." You say to him before Hwasa pulls you harder. "Thank you." You mouth before turning your head to watch where you're going. 

A few minutes later you and Hwasa are outside and down the street from the club. You both stop, your hands on your hips as you both catch your breath. Running in heels is not an easy task for anyone. 

"What the hell?" You whine. "Did you see that fine ass man in there?" 

Hwasa laughs. "I'm sorry, Ayn. That guy I was dancing with, oh my god. He was fucking weird. Talking about going back to his mom's house, and how we can be loud because she's partially deaf. I needed to get out of there." 

Your mouth hangs open as Hwasa describes the man she had been flirting with. You burst out laughing at her misfortune, the roles finally having reversed on the two of you. 

"Now you know what I go through most of the time." You joke. You both begin walking back towards your apartment, linking arms as you keep a casual pace, talking and laughing, completely forgetting about Johnny, he was something that likely would have never happened for you anyways. He was a dream that would never have come true.  

**

The next day, you went about your day, the thought of Johnny never crossing your mind. You went to your classes, and after that you headed to your part time job at a Taco Truck. It was perfectly located on a very popular beach, and everyday the truck made a killing and you made minimum wage, which is partially why you had shown up at the club last night. You knew it was a club for sugar daddy's to meet potential sugar babies, and you had thought that maybe you'd meet someone to help you out while you got your masters in Child Psychology. But part of you was happy that things ended up the way that they did, you now wouldn't have to suffer any disappointment of him deciding you weren't worth it, and you didn't have to waste his time realizing he should have picked someone else, in the long run it worked out for both parties. 

With a smile you handed the last person their order, not even looking at the person next in line. You held your pencil and the small notepad you kept in front of you as you let out a big yawn. "Excuse me." You said, clearing your throat. "Welcome to Tacos, Tacos, Tacos, what can I get for you today?" You ask.

"Umm, three of your beef Tacos, and a chicken  Taco please." You hear. Your eyes squint as you try to place where you've heard that voice before. You write down the order, continuing to rack your brain on why it sounds so familiar. You look up and are face to face with Park Chanyeol. He smiles at you, recognizing you immediately. 

"Ayn!" He yells, holding his arms up. "You work here?" He asks. 

"Unfortunately." You laugh, scrunching your nose. 

"How much do I owe you?" He asks, grabbing his wallet. 

"$13.5." You announce. Chanyeol hands you a twenty, telling you to keep the change with a wink, which puts a smile on your face. "It'll be out soon." 

As Chanyeol steps away from the truck, he whips out his phone, dialing a number. You can only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, but you do catch the most important part. "She's here." He says. "That taco truck that we're both obsessed with." He laughs. "Yeah that one." You wave to him, hanging his bag out the window to let him know his order was ready. He hangs up his phone, grabbing his food and waving goodbye to you. 

An hour later, you're told you can go home for the day, and honestly you're relieved as fuck. You're tired, your feet hurt and you just want to go to sleep before you head back to campus tomorrow for another full day of classes and then another seven hours at the food truck. 

Wow your life was so exciting. 

** 

The next day you're walking through the psychology building, heading to your next class. You're on your phone texting Hwasa about how dumb your last professor was, when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. 

"You're a tough woman to track down." 

Your head shoots up as you swing your body around. You see Johnny standing there, a smile on his face. Your eyes trail down his body, his suit fitting perfectly to his body, making you want to cry, drool and cream all at the same time. 

"Why are you looking for me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, making him laugh. 

"You left so quickly the other night. We never got a chance to talk, have a drink or anything." He says, walking closer towards you. 

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You ask. 

"I want you to be my baby." He grins. 

"Your baby?" You stutter. "Why me?" You ask. 

"Why not you?" He rebuttals. 

"Let's talk. Tonight." He says. 

"I work." You tell him. 

"Food truck?" He asks. 

You nod your head. 

"What time are you off? I'll pick you up." 

"9pm." You say. "But you don't.. " you trial off. 

"Perfect. See you then.. " he pauses with a grin. "Baby."