#needed to have a snacky snack

[littleboydog]

Everyone be so so proud of me I wanted a snack so I had 2 pieces of fruit

[xxplastic-cubexx]

so insane that x-men evolution was a show and now its over like what the fuck man... come back .....

[shouldering-worlds]

maybe I'm autistic, but I'm having that feminine urge to be prepared for any scenario all in one bag

[maybewren]

The best part of being able to go home soon will be restocking on crackers

[the-og-gay-cousin]

Hey why the FUCK do I need to have a panic attack in the middle of eating some m&ms what the fuck bro fucking rude

[aventurineswife]

I'm not sure about if I can request so imma just put it here. Lemme know if it's not gonna happen if it's not happening.

Dan heng, aventurine and Ratio helping their s/o study (let's let the boys wear megane pls, real glasses fr churin too X3c)

How they help with difficult questions, any snackies/drinks delivery boy and the fluffy affection after returning frm the exam hall

An excuse cuz I have ONE exam left and my single ahh self would love to see my fav boys being acts of servicey and physical

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“Through Every Question, You Have Me”

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Supportive Relationships, Acts of Service, Study Sessions, Exam Stress Relief, Soft Domestic Moments, Glasses, Light Humor, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mild exam-related stress (resolved with fluff and reassurance).

A/N: As someone with exams coming up, I present this to you ✨ I wish someone was as gentle as these men so they could teach me the basics of my subjects.😪💔

Dan Heng wasn’t one for grand gestures or motivational speeches, but when it came to helping you study, his presence was grounding. Seated across the table, wearing sleek, silver-rimmed glasses that framed his sharp eyes, he scanned your study materials with quiet focus. His calm demeanor was infectious, keeping you from panicking over the seemingly insurmountable pile of notes.

"Take a breath," he said softly, noticing the way your hand trembled as you tried to solve a difficult equation. "Let's break this into smaller steps."

He patiently guided you through the problem, his voice steady and reassuring. He never gave you the answer outright, always encouraging you to think critically. Occasionally, he’d add a small smile or a soft “You’re doing well.” which made your heart flutter.

When you started to get tired, Dan Heng slipped away, returning with a tray of snacks and tea. The small details, like the perfectly brewed tea and neatly cut fruit slices, reflected how much he cared. "You need to stay hydrated." he said, setting the tray down with gentle precision.

After the exam, you found Dan Heng waiting for you by the door, his usual stoicism softened by the faintest hint of a smile. "How was it?" he asked, taking your bag from you.

When you expressed your relief, his lips quirked upward. "You worked hard. You deserve to feel proud." As you walked back to the Express, he let his hand brush against yours, and when no one was looking, he gave your fingers a light squeeze, his subtle way of showing affection.

Aventurine lounged in the chair beside you, adjusting his round-rimmed glasses with a flourish. "Alright, darling," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief, "let’s turn this study session into a winning strategy."

He made everything feel like a game, complete with mini-rewards for getting questions right. “Answer this one, and you’ll get a kiss.” he teased, his grin playful but affectionate. When you stumbled on a tricky concept, his demeanor shifted, becoming surprisingly focused and thoughtful. He leaned in close, his voice low and soothing as he explained, turning your notes into a story that made everything easier to remember.

"See? You’re a natural!" he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face after you solved a problem on your own. He wasn’t above pampering you, either—he’d disappear into the kitchen and come back with snacks that looked like they belonged in a fancy café: tiny sandwiches, chocolates, and colorful drinks.

On exam day, Aventurine sent you off with an encouraging wink and a whispered “Knock 'em dead, love.” When you returned, drained but satisfied, he greeted you with open arms. “There’s my star pupil!” he said, spinning you around in celebration.

That evening, he drew you into his lap, gently massaging your shoulders. “Next time, let’s plan a proper celebration. You deserve it.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Ratio adjusted his golden-framed (granny looking ahh) glasses, the light catching on their lenses as he reviewed your study materials. "This is poorly organized," he said bluntly, though there was no malice in his tone. "We’ll restructure this first."

He created a meticulous study plan for you, complete with color-coded notes and scheduled breaks. Whenever you struggled with a concept, he patiently walked you through it, using analogies and diagrams that made even the most complicated topics feel approachable. His intellect was intimidating, but his care for you was evident in the way he explained things at your pace.

When you grew frustrated, he set down his pen and reached for your hand. "Take a moment," he said, his eyes softening. "You’re capable. Let’s not rush this."

During breaks, Ratio would prepare light snacks, carefully balancing nutrition and taste. He always made sure you were comfortable, adjusting the lighting or fetching a blanket if the room got too cold. “Your focus will improve with proper rest.” he reminded you, his voice firm but kind.

After your exam, Ratio waited for you at home, standing by the door with his arms crossed. “You’re back,” he said, his expression unreadable at first. But as you recounted the exam, his lips curved into a small, approving smile.

“Well done,” he said, brushing a hand over your hair. That evening, he surprised you by drawing you into a rare embrace, holding you close as he murmured, “I’m proud of you. You’ve earned this moment.”

Gonna cry the moment someone genuinely says they're proud of me for something I actually did good in and not to try to cheer me up 😕💔

Also I hc that ratio probably feels uncomfortable with physical touches or affection and doesn't do well with it but maybe overtime, he's slow and subtle like idk how to explain AHHHH (I'm not even a big fan of his 😭)

[justaaveragereader]

Addicted

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Smut, Comfort Sex

Warning⛔️: Unprotected Sex (No Glove, No Love), Slight Choking, Cream Pie, Needy And Clingy Hongjoong, Marking, If I Missed Anything Let Me Know👀!

NSFW & Warnings Under Cut - Minors DNI!!! 🔞

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Your smile was enticing, your smell was perpetual, you were addicting. Everything about you was worth being addicted to. That frightened Hongjoong. He wanted, no, needed your presence to weigh down on him. He needed you to back him into a corner and suffocate him. He needed it, he wanted it, he craved it. He was addicted and he didn’t want to stop.

Not only did he have the crushing pressure of the company on his shoulders, he also had the responsibility of producing not only for his own group but also for Xikers. It’s not that he didn’t love what he did, sometimes it just got exhausting. You were a light, and he was a careless moth drawn into you.

You were always good to him, if he called, you came. If he needed you while he was halfway across the globe you tried your best to show up for him. He was convinced you could cure any and everything he went through with just a simple glance. He is a very intense lover, you knew that, and tried your best to match him and the thought of that made his eyes glass over.

Standing in the doorway of his studio, hands full of food amongst other small snacks and drinks. He could smell your perfume clouding the small studio, your eyes ogling over him. Not like he was a chore, not like he was a burden, like he was the only man for you. You jiggle the bag letting him know that the items inside are for him to enjoy.

“I figured you hadn’t eaten yet, so I thought I would stop by and bring you something to eat, and snack on for when you are feeling snacky.” You say while walking towards him placing the bags down, his eyes trailing over you like it’s his very first time seeing you.

“And…I missed you, I wanted to see you. So I thought why not knock two birds with one stone.”

There it was, that tug on his heart, he could physically feel you love him, still at times it didn’t feel like enough. He needed you 7 days a week, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Even if he had you all the time, it still wouldn’t feel like enough to him. He was always longing for you, and the thought of you missing and longing for him always made him just a smidge more addicted to you.

“You missed me?” He breathes out in a raspy voice, heart taking over his mind. Cock slightly growing hard in the thought of you wanting him.

“I always miss you Joong.” You turn your body full towards him, pulling his chair out slightly so you can stand in between his legs. Your eyes looking down at him with love, while he cocks his head back to fully take you in. A true goddess. Your words were enough to take his breath away, feeling his chest squeeze he brings his hands up to your hips. Slightly lifting your shirt so he can run his thumbs over your skin. He needs to feel your skin underneath his fingers tips.

“You miss me?” You say lightly, you know the answer, yet you want to hear him say it. Your fingers comb lightly through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

Bringing his face into your clothed stomach, inhaling your scent. He exhales, dopamine filling his inner body. His body always spoke louder than his words ever could.

“Morning, noon, and night.” He says through a muffle voice, face still pressed into your stomach.

“Miss me all the time it sounds like.” You speak quietly, hands now working their way down to run at his tense shoulders, your hands on his body immediately ease him, his shoulders loosening instantaneously.

“I miss you even when you are next to me.” He says pulling back from your stomach, your hands pausing at his shoulders. His hands coming down to undo the button on your jeans. He needed you to feel every word that he was going to say. His mask was slipping off, his true self and feelings were surfacing.

“I don’t think you understand how much I need you.” He whispers out, dragging your jeans down to your ankles, helping you step out of them. His lips place light feather kisses along your lower stomach.

“I love you so fucking much.” His voice slightly cracks at the end, a small smile graces your face. You were always enamored with Hongjoong, his intensity is a key reason why you were drawn to him.

“No matter how much I have you, it never feels like enough.” His wet lips leave a trail of small hickies behind, marking you for the future. So you can look back and see that you are marked by him. He would engrave his name into you if he could.

Standing up he pushes you down upon the small couch in his studio, cock throbbing hard against his pants, gripping his bulge to relieve some of the pressure. He wanted to carve this moment into his head forever, just like all the other moments spent with you. You had to be more than soulmates, you had to be made for him. Your eyes glaze over, a shine in them that even brings the sun to shame.

“You have me Hongjoong, you will always have me, for as long as you want me.” You breathe out. Voice far from sultry, but in his ears you spoke like sex each time.

“I want you forever, I want you now, I want you in the next life.” He breathes out, voice thick with need. His emotions were crashing quickly. His heart taking over as the pilot.

Freeing his cock from his pants, he’s dripping pre cum, the tip a vibrant red, almost as pretty as his lip color. His eyes scream predator yet lover intertwined. You lock eyes with Hongjoong, slowly pulling your panties off of your lower half, wanting to make sure he knows that you are all for him no matter what life time it is. It’ll always be Kim Hongjoong.

Usually he would give you more foreplay but today he couldn’t, he couldn’t bear the thought of being not in you. He needed this, just like he needed you.

Easing himself into you, letting you get used to the stretch. Your head falls back instantly, eyes fluttering shut. Everytime was like the first time. God, he was a love sick man. His hands gripping your hips, fingers more then likely to leave marks. Drawing his hips back, he slams back with a powerful deep thrust, savoring the way your back arches, you instantly cry out.

“I love you so fucking much. I want you all the time, I need you all the time.” He pants out, hips speeding up slightly, drawing his hips back far enough to make sure that you see stars. He was sure to make sure he hit every spot in you. He could be blindfolded, and would still know what spots on you to push.

The way your back arches, the way you are holding his wrist while he’s stroking you to heaven is so much to bear. The emotions are a cracking weight on him. You try your best to look at him through your hooded eyes, pleasure nurturing your body. You wanted him to feel you in this moment, you wanted him to know you were with him within this moment. Your cunt clenches, drawing out a loud moan from him. Trying his best to make sure his eyes remain on you. With each thrust the squelching noises bounce around in the small studio. Even though he was in his studio, the wet noises you were making were music to his ears, a song he could never replicate. His eyes glass over with unshed tears.

“I love you.” He grits out, trying to hold onto his orgasm so you can waltz into bliss first. You grip his wrist tighter to let him know you are there, that you are his.

“I love you even more Joong.” You rasps out through a moan, trying your best to remain coherent but the way he cock is sliding in and out of you it’s nearly impossible.

“I love you so fucking much, I need you all the time.” He grits out, tears now rolling down his face, his hips picking up speed, cock deep in your guts. Your back arches, eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I don’t think you understand how much I truly need you. I can’t breathe if you aren’t next to me. I can’t lead if you aren’t there.” Thrusts getting deeper, you needed to feel him. He was going to make sure you never forgot this moment.

“I can’t survive unless you are with me. I’m so in love with you.” He grips the side of your neck, tossing one of your legs over his forearm, hitting inside of you from a whole different angle. Tilting your head forward, he pushes his forehead against yours, unshed tears spilling onto your skin.

“I’m addicted to you, I don’t think you truly understand how much I’m in love with you. I need you with me just so I can function.” His hand on your neck comes to the sides of your throat, making sure to apply the correct amount of pressure that he knows you like. Your eyes start to water, not sure if it’s from his words or from your orgasm that is quickly approaching. Your toes curl, one leg locking him into place so he couldn’t move, you grab him by the front of his shirt, placing a desperate to his lips before shoving your tongue into his mouth. Pulling back slightly he breathes into you, panting heavily above you, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“I love you so fuc-fucking much.” He stutters out, orgasm crashing down upon him, his stuttering hips push harshly into yours. Making sure that your walls milk him dry. He pulls back slightly, brushing some of the fallen sweat and tears off of your skin. Adjusting you so that he would slip behind you on the small couch.

Turning you over so your noses brushed, your hand coming to push back some of the sweaty hair that had fallen upon his face. Heavy pants are shared between you both, his hand finds its place on your hip again, brushing your skin as if to make sure you don’t fade away, that you aren’t just a figment of his imagination.

“I’m so addicted to you jagiya, and I don’t think I can stop.” He whispers out onto your lips, before running his tongue along your bottom lip. Savoring your taste on his very own.

“Good…I don’t want you to.” You whisper back on his lips. Smile taking over your face before driving back into his lips. Loving you was a addiction he would never beat.

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A/N: I just want to say thank you to @whatudowhennooneseesyou for requesting this, she wrote such a AMAZING piece like this for Bang Chan called Limerence go give it a read! She wanted me to write something like it for a Ateez member, and she chose Hongjoong which made me dizzy😵‍💫 bc why do I feel like it screams Hongjoong. I hope I was able to do you justice babes😚! Honestly while writing this I listen to Just Pretend by Bad Omens on repeat bc I feel like it fits this perfectly👀👀. I hope all you guys enjoy reading this!

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[milkibabe]

♥ Family Camping Trip w/ Kenny ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny Headcanons

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT below cut!

𝒮𝐹𝒲

Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

[stars4ni]

-stars on windows | part one- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   hk x fab reader, oneshot, established relationship, suggestive, fluff, just straight smut.

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   car sex, roadtrip, eating, sweat, aftercare, giggles, cursing, unprotected sex [DONT DO THAT BABES], hickeys, pet names -princess, baby, love, etc.

☆ (    word count⠀ )   …   1.9k

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“hehe these are my favorite!” you giggled when you saw the gas station had your favorite gummy worms. your boyfriend kai smiling as he walked up to you holding a stack of snacks and drinks, turning to him a look of shock came on your face “oh my god kai!” you laughed at him. “baby why do you have 2 bags of chips, 3 candies, and… 5 sodas?!” you laughed shocked at how many things he was gonna buy. “actually there’s 4 candies” he laughed dropping a bag of m&ms, “see those, those were the fourth” laughing you bent down to pick them up. “hyuka, do we really need all of those? you know we only have 2 more hours till we get to the beach…also it’s just you and I?!” you and kai were going on a weekend getaway to the beach, it was your first trip together as a couple. you had stopped at a gas station to get snacks and to refuel the car. you had been driving for about 3 hours already and were in desperate need of some snackies. “but they had so many choices…i needed to get all of them!” he said pouting. “and besides if we don’t eat all of them in the car we can save them for the beach!” he said smiling. “okay okay that makes sense, but your sharing with me” you said scrunching your face at him. “baby baby you really thought i was gonna get all this stuff andddd not give you any?! you’re very mistaken” he said giggling. you took some of the snacks out of his arms so he wouldn’t drop it while walking to the counter. you both plopped down all the snacks, as the cashier gave you guys a crazy look. you both looked at eachother laughing. you paid and took the bags walking out of the gas station back to your car that was sitting next to a pump.

“okayy my passenger princess, you go sit and relax while I refuel the car yeah?” he said smiling at you as you nodded giggling then unlocked the car and got in the passenger side, plopping down in the seat immediately opening a soda and your gummy worms. you watched your boyfriend put gas into the car from the window as you stuffed your face with sugar, you stared and just stared. something about the gas station lighting just made his features extra perfect. kai came to the window of the front seat making a silly face at you, you laughed. god was he cute, so cute. kai finished pumping the gas then getting in the car, starting the engine, looking at you already eating the snacks, he giggled. “you were staring huh? saw you, your eyes were glued onto me…” he said obviously teasing you. “what? you just look like really nice in this lighting…” you said blushing a bit. “yeah? do i?” “…yes” kai then moved his eyes to the steering wheel, pressing on the gas. “wait hold on kai! i don’t have my seatbelt on!” you said laughing trying to quickly put it on. “oh no need, i’m not going far” he said pulling to the side of the gas station parking horribly. “w-what? why?” he turned over to you, moving the bags of snacks into the back seat floor. “kai…” he leaned over smiling before kissing your lips. you smiled against his lips, kissing back. his hands traveled to your waist, caressing your exposed skin from the crop top you were wearing. he pulled away, smiling at you so giddy. “kai…baby why are we still here?” you asked feeling confused but also a bit aroused.

“well…you said how the lighting was good here, and well i thought about it for a second and thought…we’ve never fucked in the car before…and well” he said looking down at his tent in his pants. you giggled, “so you wanna fuck…in the car…right here?” i mean it wasn’t a bad idea…the lighting was so pretty, the lights still shining but still being in the dark where it would be hard to see us, and it was almost midnight. you were starting to get excited, you’ve always had “car sex” on your bucket list but…it didn’t really cross your mind when you thought about this road trip with your boyfriend. it has been so wholesome this whole time…now your sitting in the car with your boyfriend eye fucking you with a boner in his lap. “yeah…really wanna fuck you here” he said his ears getting red. “let’s do it.” you said putting a strand of hair behind your ear. kai smiled moving his hands up to cup your cheeks, kissing you so softly but with so much passion. you put your hands around his neck pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. he pulled away as a string of spit fell between you, he moved back reaching down to put his chair back. he looked you as you admired his gorgeous fucking face, taking your shirt off over your head. he leaned down pressing soft kisses on your jaw line, moving down to your neck, leaving small love bites. you moaned softly, moving your hand up to run through his soft fluffy hair. “kai~” you moaned his name all breathy with lust in your voice. you brought your hands to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he pulled away from your neck that was now covered in marks. throwing his shirt into the floor, kai untied your strings to your sweatpants pulling them down. “god…you look so pretty love” he said letting your pants drop into the floor. his hand going to your clothed pussy, touching you.

“mhm…so wet” he said giggling, you giggled looking up at him smiling softly. he removed his fingers as he slid down his sweatpants throwing them in the backseat somewhere. he didn’t care he just wanted you so bad, so fucking bad. your eyes fell to his tent in his boxers, you moved your hand to gently touch his tip. he groaned, “oh baby…take them off, please” he said leaning his head back. he didn’t have to say twice, you slide his boxers off, throwing them into the back. “come here bb” he said smiling. you reached your leg over as he grabbed your waist helping you sit on his lap. he groaned as you sat on his bare cock, “f-fuck, need those off pretty” he said sliding your underwear off, throwing them. you moaned as his cock poked your pussy, “you alright if I go straight in?” “no condom?” you said a small smile creeping on your lips, “yeah yeah, is that okay?” he said with genuine concern and seriousness in his voice, making eye contact with you. he waited for your response. you nod, “yeah yeah, i’m on the pill just in case” he smiles then biting his lip his eyes never leaving yours. grabbing his cock, rubbing it against your folds, you both groaning from the sudden pleasure. “hehe you’re so wet babyy” he said leaving a sloppy kiss underneath your ear. he kept teasing your clit with his tip, making you moan softly. “mhm kai…please” he looked at your eyes looking for approval to enter you, you nod as he sinks into you. tears forming in your eyes as you moan from the pain soon to become pleasure.

he groaned as his cock disappeared into your cunt. “fuck baby, so tight…you okay?” looking up at you, your mouth agape. you nodded, feeling like your boyfriend was tearing up your insides, but holy shit it felt so fucking good. you leaned over on his shoulder, arching so he could thrust inside you. he held onto your back as he moved almost all the way out and thrusting inside you. “mhm kai!” you moaned as his slammed against you. he rubbed your back with his hand, “that’s it baby, make all those pretty noises for me, wanna hear how i’m makin you feel” he said moaning softly into your ear. kai moved his hips again thrusting back out and into you, becoming a slow pattern. “mhm bab- baby” you moaned your head leaning on his shoulder, one of your hands on his other shoulder and the other gripping the car seat. his moans growing louder, more whinier. “so fucking tight and warm around me…you are perfect baby” he said giggling. you giggled back, then gasping as he hit that one spot that made you feel like mush. reaching back looking at his face, now supporting yourself with both arms on his shoulders. breathing heavily, skin slapping, windows fogging up. god it was so pretty, his moans were so pretty, his face was so pretty, the way his face scrunched up as he slammed into your pretty cunt, so fucking adorable. “did i hit that good spot yeah? mhm you sound so cute, moaning from my cock slamming into that gorgeous cunt of yours” kai said looking up at you, mouth opening moaning. “fuck y/nnie baby…”

his pace getting faster and sloppier. moans getting louder. he slammed his cock into you faster and faster. sweat starting to drop down each others bodies. it was so fucking hot in that damn car, but it was soooo worth it. his hair sticking to his forehead. “kai…mhm kai! getting close so close” you said moaning like crazy. “me too baby, just a little long-” he groaned as you clenched around his cock. “fuck baby…that feels so good, do that again~” you clenched around him again, as he groaned again. “so close gonna cum god…” he moaned. “mhm…kai, i’m almost there” you moaned gripping onto his shoulders, he made his thrusts faster and as deep as he could. “bb so close, godd” he moaned leaning down to your neck sucking on your skin. that pushed you over the edge, clenching around his cock. hitting your peak, moaning so loudly. that sent kai over the edge with one clench he was shooting all his cum into your pussy. “fuck! baby…cumming” you groaned feeling his warm cum filling your cunt. “mhm kaiii” you said looking at him mouth agape your face clenched. he kissed your lips, moaning into your mouth. leaning back, you stared at eachother for a couple seconds breathing heavily. then laughing, he hugged you. “i love you so much bb, you did amazing” he said hugging you tight. “i love you too hyuka, so much” you both groaned as he pulled out of you, cum spilling out of you. “we made a mess…” you laughed, “let’s worry about that later, let’s just breathe” he said pulling you to his chest laying you down tracing patterns on your back. you laid your head to the side looking at the completely fogged up window, kai stared at you. you raised your finger up to the window drawing stars. kai’s eyes lit up as he saw you drawing stars on the window. “oh my god, love you are so adorable it’s killing me” he said kissing your shoulder, rubbing your back. your breathing getting back to normal, “how about we get dressed again, i’m sorry you will have to feel sticky down there for a while, but i promise right when we get to the hotel I will clean you up so well” he said smiling. “okie bb” you said looking at him smiling, leaving such a loving kiss on his lips.

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stars4ni ©

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Christmas beneath Heaven P2 | React | Days: 5, 6 & 7

This time I just decided to clump up three days because most of it is lore anyway, so this particular post will be more writing than screenshots (most of it is literally just Lucifer and Achazriel talking lol)

Grab a snacky snack ya'll. It's reading time~

Summary!

So it's Satan's turn! But it seems that his turn is quite different from everyone else's. Truth be told, I was expecting him to go in answer his question immediately and correctly but...

He starts grilling Achazriel, asking questions about why he's still up here in the Middle Realm, playing games instead of helping devils that are in need. He goes on to question that if he has so much power to create this place then why waste it? What exactly is he and his fallen brethren waiting for...a chance to go back up to Heaven when they were abandoned?

These bombardment of questions actually ruffle up Achazriel to the point of where he stands up and nearly loses his cool. It was the facts that were stated in Satan's accusations but more so, how he delivered it. Straightforward, no filter.

In the meanwhile Satan starts thinking to himself the "whys" of the angel's actions and existence. That in order to get rid of the hate perhaps the source of that needs to be found and eliminated. But at this point the devils and Kings were no longer interested in solving this nor breaking bread. There's only one thing that matters now...

MC. And well because of all those questions Satan asked, and the entire vibe just being that of Achazriel being called out for what he's doing, Satan got sent right the fuck back to Hell...no personal question for him to ask or anything.

The nobles and other Kings at this point are at a loss, what do they do? Even Satan was sent back and he wasn't even asked a question. Satan decides he's just going to solve it on his own and to hell with the Middle Realm and Achazriel.

The other Kings though, are in deep thoughts about their own questions, wondering what exactly was the right answer? What more could they do? And the nobles are concerned, especially Bael because it's rare that Beelzebub is quiet and mulling over his thoughts.

But it seems the Kings forgot that Lucifer hadn't made his attempt yet and he doesn't even acknowledge that he left the room. He also ends up visiting MC in their isolation room and things are not lookin' so hot for them.

What I found interesting was the fact that MC noticed it was Lucifer standing on the other side of the one-way glass. Perhaps...him still being a fall seraphim angel means that his presence is more detectable and he has a different aura than the other devils. But it doesn't mean, that he's not affected by MC as he keeps his distance.

He decides that it's time to go to the Middle Realm, and see what this is all about...

First, we notice that Lucifer has no issue going through the gate. In fact the fallen are waiting for him and greeting him happily. Even Achazriel greets him formally but with familiarity as if he's been there before.

Turns out, he has been there before. He's even sent Gamigin in his stead when he can't show. He helps them with supplies in order to survive in the Middle Realm. Otherwise they would have never lasted.

The fallen are even treating Lucifer as they would if they were in Heaven. Addressing him as "Lord Lucifer", preparing refreshments and his seat, being absolutely subservient.

Lucifer even brings up that he knows the Kings would cause a commotion if they knew he visited often and provided aide. So that's why he didn't really disclose this information in the first place.

But he has a question for Achazriel. With conditions in fact. If he doesn't answer, he was going to lay waste to the Middle Realm. So our fallen bae answers his question. If he knew what the kings were there for and how desperate they were, why did he cast them out?

Achazriel, though nervous explains that he was wary of Beleth being there, thus the traps. Second, Mammon, Beel, Levi, all of them showing up asking for the same thing, the medicine confused him. Because...

they don't fucking have it there and never had to begin with.

Lucifer knew this too. He was aware that there was no way they could have something like that, and based on obvious knowledge. He just didn't tell the Kings himself just in case there was something Achazriel could help them with regardless. (from what I gathered) But it sounds like he did feel like disclosing this information either in the end.

Achazriel continues to talk about how he simply just wanted to speak with the devils, he was genuinely intrigued how none of them could answer the questions given, and how Satan was able to fearlessly call him out. This is why, though the first gate was meant to throw out others attempting to make it to Heaven, he spared them.

And there's more to it as well. Achazriel, in fact did like the Kings, more than he thought he would and that's why he spared them and just sent them back unharmed. (Though Luci is sitting here like, yah I don't think you would have been able to kill them anyway but...)

To further go into why Achazriel fell from grace was that he didn't think the honesty of devils was vile, more so he respected it. He also doesn't hold Lucifer accountable for not being there to help and prevent the other seraphs from their decision (though I have high expectations that he wouldn't bother to interfere) and he doesn't hold any resentment and appreciates that Lucifer is helping him out now. Also Lucifer seems to correct him on not to mistake "faith" for "trust" which I think is somewhat of importance of how again...angels just kind of do whatever they think God wants no matter how horrible it is out of "that faith".

But the more important question Luci has for him is if he's ready to come over to "this side" meaning Hell. Achazriel is honest and states that when he's done being homesick, longing to return to Heaven then he may consider it. But after this little visit, Lucifer is reminded that Christmas is literally the next day and he goes to visit MC immediately. They aren't doing so hot at all to point where even lewd thoughts is causing them to orgasm.

Lucifer is even affected by the amount of lust and heat pouring out from the room. He has to stop himself and he even ignores his raging boner when approaching MC.

MC can't even talk ya'll, like all they could say was his name, and suck on his fingers when he asks if they're okay or/and in pain. He then takes them into his arms, which MC describes feeling a tiny bit of relief when he does...and he whisks them off the Paradise Lost.

it's coming to head ya'll....and i definitely meant that as a bad joke.

Screenshottttsss~

They never miss a chance to bring up his height, huh? Lol

Satan got that mouth on him but he's right. Most of these fights and endless slaughter of the devils is blinded by just following orders and jealousy. No angel ever stopped to question "why" except for Leamas when he met Nina.

ok. so asmo just out here jackin' it just cause, I can't stand him /hj

It's okay my lovely trio (literally all of them in one place how delicious, call that a triple dipper) Luci's got this!

me when I realized that he visits there often....(or at least Gamigin when he can't)

Awh...Gamgam.... 😭 it's okay I still love you

You saw me post this but I'm posting it again. Like....yesss mmmmm all that angel titty in my face 🥴😌

c r y i n g. Luci already knows why they stopped him from engaging lmaoooooo

Him smiling like this while imagining Satan doing what he does best is always so wholesome to me. Like that is his favorite King first and foremost.

Awh, our fallen bae likes the devils! This being the reason he was kicked from Heaven is kinda sad...because I find his feelings towards them and devils harmless. However yeah the other Seraphim?? Basically told him to gtfo.

He was getting turned on and had to stop himself...like?? N o don't stop keep going, whip it out.

👀👀👀

let me see

(he was talking about MC's lips but I was thinking about something else)

Yah even without the christmas cold I'd be suckin' on them fingers

repeatedly.

ALRIGHT YA'LL ARE YA READY FOR LUCI'S BIG FINISH???

I'm crying at how I was fucking right about Lucifer being the cure. It seems that every Christmas we might get an angel related thing, and I'm wondering.....who's up for next year...

But with all the new announcements that just happened over at twt on PB's page, it looks like there's going to be A L O T going on surrounding some good Luci content and I'm ready. MC gonna get healed alright. ma g i c a l angel ✨cum✨

[yanderederee]

LittleSnack

a/n:ive been eating a lot lately, and getting a little insecure about it.. so here’s some comfort♡

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“You packed way too much food again!”

Your friend said in an appalled tone.

Atsushi Murasakibara’s ears perked at the mention of too much food, immediately lifting his head up from his previously sleeping position. Looking over at you right away, he stared down your loaded bento.

His mouth watered. Grilled beef, a side of fragrant pan noodles, dumplings, and … leftover Bibimbap. Now his mouth was watering ….

Of course, Murasakibara had finished his lunch long ago. Now that it was lunch though, he was sort of regretting it. No matter how many times he regrets eating his lunch too soon, he always does it again the next day…

“You eat like that everyday y/n… pretty soon, you’re gonna start gaining even more weight…” your friend continued with a judgmental overlook.

You laughed off her rude comment. “You know I’m not worried about that kind of stuff. I just have a big appetite.”

Your defense fell on deaf ears as your friend sighed. “Can’t you just use a normal excuse, like ‘I accidentally made too much!’ And offer the rest of what you shouldn’t eat to someone you like?”

You paused eating upon her words, annoyance prickling your good mood. “I don’t need to make an excuse for my eating habits… I’m happy just the way I am.” You replied calmly, continuing your lunch with a bit more attitude.

Murasakibara, overheating the entire thing, smirked. He’d always had a little bit of an admiration towards you and your large appetite. It was rare to find a girl who ate as much as you. But since he was never all that interested in girls, he made no effort in learning more about you than that.

Seeing this new side of you was nice. He liked the way you stood up for yourself, and took pride in the way you were. Not to mention, the food you brought in always looked homemade. He couldn’t help but wonder if you made it yourself.

“Whatever, just trying to look out for you.” Your friend shrugged, and kept silent about the subject.

Murasakibara glanced at you, instead of your food, and noticed a weird look on your face. Even after you finished the entirety of your bento, you still looked unsatisfied.

The food looked great, and he couldn’t imagine you’d still be hungry. Maybe you were; he was often still hungry after any meal he had too. That’s why he snacked so much, anyway.

That had to be it, you were snacky. No matter how delicious the food you had was, it was true you had nothing sweet.

Dessert was the most important part of a meal, after all.

Without realizing the meaning behind his actions before acting on them, he began searching his snack-school bag for what he had on him.

Four bags of different chips, three mambo sticks, two rice cakes, a few handfuls of Sakura mochi candies, a bag of hi-chew, and two red bean buns.

Looking at the assortment made his mouth water. He was definitely going to indulge in some snacks as well. Reaching in, he pulled out a bag of chips, a mambo stick, four Sakura mochi, a handful of hichew, and a red bean bun. He honestly had no idea what kind of food or snacks you liked, so he just grabbed a little bit of everything.

Hauling the load in his stupidly large hands, he quietly walked over to your desk. You were sitting alone now with your bento neatly put away, since lunch was only a minute from ending.

“Y/n-chin…” your classmate said in a deadpan tone, before laying the snacks out on your desk. Your eyes bulged wide in shock. Your mouth fell open, confused. Speechless, you craned your neck up to look at your tall classmate. “M-Murasakibara-kun…?” You asked.

He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You looked hungry… teach yells at me if she catches me snacking during class though, so careful not go get caught…” he looked away after catching your glistening gaze.

Why was he suddenly embarrassed?

“Y-you didn’t have to! I couldn’t..” you tried to offer the snacks back, but he already started walking away. “Eat them all y/n-chin~”

And just as he sat back in his seat, the class bell rang to start lessons. Crap, he was gonna have to sneak-snack again.

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Murasakibara was putting away his school materials, careful not to squish any of the snacks inside. “M-Murasakibara-kun…” you said quietly while standing over his desk. With an unimpressed glance, he looked at you, practically at each other’s height even though he was sitting.

“Thanks for the snacks today… they were really good.” You smiled at him. “I don’t have anything to repay you though, so…”

You looked down at your fidgeting fingers. “I-if you don’t mind, I’d like to cook you something. I-I always accidentally make too much food at home, enough for an extra bento or two… so, if there’s anything you’d like, I’d be happy to make something for you.”

As if buffering, Murasakibara sat unmoving in silence. Well, this was a surprise. He wasn’t sure how he should respond. He didn’t offer you the snacks to get something out of you, but he’d be lying if he didn’t want to eat your cooking.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely!”

“You’re sure?” He asked again.

You laughed heartily at this. He wasn’t sure what was so funny, but your continued laughter was making him feel some type of way. It made him smile, like he was happy or something.

“Yes I’m sure! Do you have any requests?” You asked after finally getting your giggling under control.

Murasakibara looked up, and hummed in thought. “Anything I want…. That’s a dangerous question y/n-chin, since I like everything…”

You hummed in unison, and thought. “Buttered chicken?”

“Sounds yummy.”

“Sautéed carrots?”

His nose wrinkled. “Hate carrots.”

You giggled. “No carrots. Pork dumplings?”

“Sure…”

“Muchim?”

“As long as it isn’t too spicy.”

Satisfied, you nodded, and pulled your bag over your shoulder in preparation to leave. “Look forward to it, then!”

Murasakibara wasn’t sure why, but he felt the urge to call out for you when you began to walk away. He didn’t though, remained sitting while he watched you leave.

“What was that about?” Himuro asked suddenly, scaring the purple giant half to death. “Nothin’” he huffed in reply.

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The next day, Murasakibara almost forgot about yesterday’s events. He forgot things pretty easily. As he put his shoes away, he began thinking about if he’d have enough time to eat his bento before the beginning of the day bell rang.

“Murasakibara-kun,” he heard his name call out to him from behind, halfway down the hall. He stopped, and looked back to see you with two large furushiki wrappings in hand. “I might have went a little overboard, sorry.” You laughed quietly.

Oh yeah, you promised to bring him lunch today. He wasn’t sure how he forgot that.

“Thanks,” he accepted the purple furushiki, surprised by its hefty weight.

“I hope it’s to your liking!” You grinned up at him. Caught up in surprise, he only just realized how fucking short you were. Everyone was short compared to him but, well, he could have easily missed you if he didn’t actively look down.

Before he had the chance to reply, you were jogging off to your shared classroom, carefree and greeting friends along the way.

…

The hours seemed to pass agonizingly slow between then and lunch time… Despite being successful in scarfing down the lunch his mom packed him for the day (as per usual), he was eager to finally enjoy the food he’d been wishing he could eat from your bento from afar.

…

Finally, the heavenly sound of the lunch bell ended morning lectures. Immediately, he pulled out the wrapped bento box, unwrapped the furushiki, and popped open the first of three boxes.

He wanted to eat slowly, savor each bite for its amazing flavor. But that was just impossible. He barely had enough time to chew between each bite, he was eating so fast.

Too distracted by the food in front of him, he hadn’t noticed you staring at him. “He sure is eating fast,” you chuckled to yourself, making your friend cock an eyebrow at you. “Why the sudden interest? Wait… isn’t that one of your lunch boxes? No, that’s definitely your furushiki on his desk. Y/n, did you..?!” She asked, almost choking on her own lunch.

“W-what can I say… I-I accidentally made too much…” you looked away from her suspecting squint. “Oh my god.” She whispered, looking back to Murasakibara. “Never for a thousand years would I have guessed… you and Mu—“ she tried to tease you, but you cut her off with a sush.

“Not out loud..!” You whispered red faced.

Glancing back again, you spotted Murasakibara seeking you out, mouth full and giving you a big thumbs up. You almost gasped, his approval earning a much deeper blush out of you.

Once he’d finished, he wrapped everything back up. Though, when he handed it back to you, it was much… lumpier than you remembered.

“It was good.” Murasakibara reported back to you in his usual dull tone. “Just good?” Your friend huffed. “That’s it?”

Murasakibara narrowed his eyes, not sure what she meant. It’s not like he was very fond of her anyway, given her attitude toward the way you ate in the first place. Was she trying to get on his nerves?

“She went out of her way to make extra food for you? Can’t you act a little more grateful for her kindness?” She asked, pulling her own finished dishes away from your desk.

“S-stop.!” You hissed.

Your friend shrugged, unfazed. “Just sayin’.” She said just before walking away, leaving you two in shock.

“D-don’t worry about—“ you tried to laugh off the poor attitude she left behind, but Murasakibara got the idea.

“The Muchim was a little spicy, but i really liked it. The rice you made was fluffier than how my mom makes it, so I liked it better. The sauce you put on the chicken was also different than I’ve had before, so I really liked that too… I also liked the way you fried the dumplings on the bottom…” he tried thinking of different ways to compliment your exceptional cooking, but he wasn’t really that good with words. Hell, he wasn’t very social in general. Talking to you at all was out of his normal behavior.

Nevertheless, his kind words struck a cord in you. “It wasn’t too much?” You asked.

“I could have thirds.” He admitted.

“I have some leftover from my own lunch, if you-“

“Nah, that’s your food y/n-chin. You should finish it.” Murasakibara pointed at the lunchbox wrapping he handed back to you. “I also left some snacks in there for you as thanks, make sure to eat those too.”

That explains why the wrapping was lumpy. You couldn’t help but laugh again. “That’s thoughtful of you, thanks.”

Murasakibara nodded, and started walking back to his desk, but felt a tug on his sleeve that made him stop and look back.

“Sorry… but, do you mind if I call you by a nickname? After all, not only do you call me by my first name, but it’s also shortened…”

He looked down at you silently for a moment too long to feel comfortable. “I-I just mean, Murasakibara is a bit of a mouthful, you know?”

Crap, were you overstepping? Nervously, you averted your gaze. He liked seeing this shy side of you too. Atsushi smiled, and sat in the seat your friend left open. “Sure. What’d you have in mind?”

Happily surprised at his change of tone, you unfolded the lunch cloth, and pulled out a red bean bun.

Til the end of lunch, you both sat and chatted with one another.

[goblinhoursinsomniaramblings]

I Know Those Eyes, Part 3

i said i was continuing this and i meant it. dramatic reveals and misunderstandings are like snacks for my anime kid soul, and i have desperately snacky urges today

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Lex Luthor was a dangerous man.

Batman had known this for a very long time. It was likely the only other member of the Justice League to have known for as long was Superman himself. Yet, he had let his guard down.

And Damian had paid the price.

When had Luthor taken an interest in the Lazarus pits? How had he been able to locate a source of them without involving the League of Assassins? What, exactly, had he been trying to do? Batman had been willing to lay the matter to rest with Luthor and Damian–but now both of them were unearthed, and so would the questions he had hoped to never need to answer.

By every account, it was as though Lex had just divined the answer. Which was ridiculous. Until Batman took a harder look at the timeline of Lex’s ‘mental break’.

That base took time to construct. Time that roughly aligned with a couple of weeks before he began openly calling his own company’s name stupid and agitating for a change. It could have finished construction that very same day. And as soon as he had sequestered himself… Damian received the letter that sent him–

Batman breathed deeply, regaining his focus. He could not afford to get lost. Relevant details only.

So. Something had happened in that narrow window to point Luthor in the direction of Lazarus water and the Al Ghuls without tipping his hand.

He still had the files taken from Luthor’s systems in the wake of the incident. He combed through them now, arranging them onto a timeline. There, fifteen days before he went into isolation, a change between projects. One had been attempting to technologically replicate some forms of magic, which had stuttered out in failure. Immediately after… leylines?

That was… logical to follow, actually. Ambient magic supposedly flowed along leylines in the earth, like blood through veins in the body. Luthor must have been trying to tap into one to fuel his ‘arcanotech’ prototypes. There’s even a small device he claims he will use as a ‘thaumic tap’ to drain the magic like maple syrup from a tree.

All files cease after that. Something happened with that device. A tap for magic…

He remembered John Constantine complaining, incessantly, about the many ways magic could screw someone over. One of them was… where you got a lot of magic, causality stopped behaving quite the same.

Had Luthor seen the future?

The timing. The ability to evade the League of Assassins while harnessing enough Lazarus water to blow up a bunker. Whatever instructions had been in that letter to allow him to extract Damian from what had otherwise looked like an attempt to–

Relevant details only. The timing was too phenomenally close. The slightest misstep and Luthor and Damian would have been in their reach.

Luthor had had a vision to do whatever it was he had done.

The powers he had displayed could have been a side effect, but what if they were the point? What type of power did he channel with concentrated Lazarus water?

… he would need to consult Justice League Dark on this. But a horrifying new theory was taking shape.

Lex Luthor may have opened a door to one of the many lands of the dead.

And something may have given him power in exchange for doing so.

If Luthor had been dangerous before… he was a monster now.

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Vlad glared out the window of the GAV, down at the frozen wasteland below, intense displeasure radiating out from the several layers of clothes he’d been forced to bundle himself in just to get this close. He had to stay in human form or risk getting frozen solid as a ghost.

“Y’know, glaring at it isn’t gonna suddenly make it any warmer, Mr. Super Delicate Fire Core,” said Danny, smirking, as he piloted.

“I swear they make it colder when I come here on purpose.”

“Frostbite is way more direct than that.”

“Yes. I remember.”

How could he forget barely managing to talk his way out of getting flung off the Far Frozen’s edge, when he’d helped Daniel get here four years ago? And they made it very clear that if he screwed it up, that was not just a threat, it was a standing offer.

That said… there was a term used, here in the Infinite Realms. The closest definition they had managed to find after four years was “family without condition”. Where one formed a family group that could shift their familial roles and dynamics for each other as needed, and thus were assumed to be needed. They had barely managed to reach that status the previous time around, but they had reached it. Like all of them were tuned to the same wavelength, and could adjust when the signal weakened somewhere.

In human terms, they were horrifically codependent in a way that could stop when they were apart, but pick right back up the second they got near each other. Luckily, ghosts and half-ghosts weren’t nearly so vulnerable to the psychological problems that a human would face. That codependence would cause anxiety and stress in a human.

For ghosts? Easy power-ups. Especially necessary at the time for Daniel, who not only hosted two weakened cores at the time, but was forming his own core simultaneously. Vlad had taken care not to provoke the people of the Far Frozen and threaten any of the three in their recovery.

He wouldn’t call his relationship with the yetis friendly, but he was at least recognized as kin to the Great One. And Vlad returned the favor by recognizing they would find a way to end him if he took advantage of Daniel or their kindness.

As the GAV finally landed, the door opened to an absolutely frigid wind that just made his badger snicker as he strolled off the vehicle, rings of light leaving him in his ice-immune ghost form. Still, Vlad followed, deeply unhappy.

Until the door to Frostbite’s home opened.

“Daddy!!!” came an excited squeal, and a small, black and white blur shot out to cling to him, instantly banishing the chill.

It was only barely an exaggeration–the little girl, roughly between three and four years of age, was his little princess Daniela. The joy and love they both felt on seeing each other gave him the boost to help protect his core from the ice of the Far Frozen. He reached up to hug her back, getting her to snuggle into his many layers of coat.

“Aw, nothing for mama?” asked Daniel, jokingly

“Mama’s not got puffy coats,” mumbled the small, glowing girl.

Daniel already had Dante in his arms, who was bolstering himself from Daniel’s quieter feelings in the same way Vlad had done. He’d likely never known the cold here to be truly cold. He had short sleeves, but didn’t even seem to notice, resting his head with his messy black hair against Daniel’s shoulder, blinking sleepily in the wind and cold.

Co-parenting with Daniel had been awkward at first, but they had agreed both had wanted to parent the children and give them the same chance they’d both gotten to live a new life from day one. Just. Better. So much better. No assassins, no neglect, no threats, no lies. And since it had been Vlad’s desperate decisions that gave the kids both their genetics, he had to concede that Daniel would have to be parentally involved. Daniel had modeled what he had wished his mother the second time around had been, to the point he didn’t even blink when he had been called mama.

And Vlad… he had always wanted to be a father. Lex had squandered his chances with the clones, just as Vlad had the first time around, but he refused to do anything less than his best for his children.

So, co-parents. It was much easier in the Infinite Realms than it would have been on earth with its infinite ways to ask the exact wrong questions, which had given them time to figure out the dynamic between them again as they regained ghostly power. They had landed on ‘family that are far too much alike and should be kept separate to prevent problems’.

In other words… partners in crime. Although in this case it was less crime than… no, actually the crime was in at least equal parts to everything else in the plan. They needed to be on equal footing to set proper boundaries as co-parents, but they also needed some form of safe connection. Causing chaos together seemed to be that connection.

He would have to remember to discuss with Daniel later how he wanted to handle discussing these things with others. Would he want to make up some explanation easier for humans to understand? Or did he want to lean in and cause Bruce Wayne’s brain to break a little at the ‘obvious’ explanation to his having grandchildren? Vlad was predominantly powered by the desire to make up for things taken from others, and the sheer lack of fun in Daniel’s childhood seemed to make him want to mess with everyone around them to amuse him.

Daniela mumbled wordlessly, sleepily, into his coats, and Vlad decided that could wait for later. For now it was worth the cold and the many, many decisions they had to make about their return to earth, to walk back to the GAV with his family, feeling them all, practically glowing with the soft pink of a well-fed obsession for familial love.

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reveal this chapter: Batman managed to deduce almost everything about becoming a half-ghost in the worst possible way, and is about to tell the goddamn Hellblazer someone used necromantic resurrection juice to punch a hole between planes and got powers out of it. given his canon history with summonings, holy shit is that going to be a bad time

-just to make it clear, Vlad and Danny are not romantic in any way in this story. nor will they be. don’t get me wrong, i ship it, but it’s going to be funnier if they aren’t and ghost zone norms means they don’t even think about how they look from the outside most of the time

-real monster there, Brucie. love-powered family man who knows he can get folded by the family’s doctor

-surprised i updated again so soon? got inspired making up a ghost zone explanation for Vlad seeing Danny as his son or equivalent-generation family member AND being able to co-parent with him without their brains freaking out on them from the implications and imagining how that’s gonna play out

-Vlad is totally going to forget to ask Danny about it, so when the batfam learn there’s grandbats afoot, Danny isn’t even going to be thinking about how it looks, and Vlad is going to answer any questions about it with the most confusing or enraging answers he can think up on the spot, because he may be redeemed, but he is always going to desire fucking with Superman and everyone else in the Justice League

-it would not make Batman feel ANY better to know Vlad with kids is, in fact, incredibly dangerous to a degree rarely seen by mortal eyes. he will also not feel any better to learn it's because Vlad's core has similarities to a Violet Power Ring and becomes massively powerful and destructive the more love you feed it

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[amber-michaelson]

Yandere Bowers Gang

Poly bowers gang x reader

How the act during class

Read at own risk and

Warning: public play

Henry Bowers

He would be zoned out half the time always staring out the window, the teacher not daring to call him out but as soon as he hears you whisper or feels a slight touch all attention is on you and if your hungry during class he's always got a snack in his bag, belch knows you get snacky so he gives everyone treats to put in their bag so you'll have something and if your concerned about him zoning out he'll give you a slight smile and say 'it's nothing focus back on the class' before zoning out again thinking of how he got so lucky.

Patrick Hockstetter

He would be the complete opposite he would distract you either with dirty whispers of what he's gonna do to you when you get home or with his fingers inside your pants teasing you and chuckling as you bite your lip to suppress a moan or when he's feeling horny he'll grab your hand and shove it into his pants and make you jerk him off and trust me he's OK if his moans out loud he's not ashamed but at the end of the class he'll take you to the janitors closet and fuck you on all fours.

Victor Criss

He's the shy one in the relationship and is outright as the others so during class don't expect much chitchat but instead linked pinkys under the table as his show of affection and him stealing glances as your focused on your work chuckling to himself as you get to a hard question he always finds you adorable when you focus, he snags a few pics and shows the boys later when your asleep between them.

Reginald 'Belch' Huggins

He would help you take notes and ask every few minutes if you understand what the teacher said and always made sure you were well hydrated and full he knows how henry and patrick can be horny sometimes and takes you somewhere to fuck you so he always has everything you need extra panties and pants because he knows Patrick likes to leave you leaking with his cum, make up incase henry makes you cry while he's trusting into your mouth and your perfume so you don't smell like them don't get me wrong he doesn't mind it but it gets overwhelming sometimes.

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[n0eyed-taissa]

yellowjackets season 3 trailer takeaways/theories/observations/questions:

time jump: season 2 was firmly set in the winter and it looks like the bulk of 3 will be set in the spring (with some flashes to the Deep Winter)

how much time has passed & how did they manage to comfortably survive post-fire?

i think this time jump & whatever happened during the in-between time will explain how and why the girls seem much more deranged than they did.

they gave in to desperation and its circumstances, so nothing is really 'taboo' anymore. gimme scary evil cannibal lesbians pls

even shauna's narration references the fact that the girls "went completely nuts" out there

allusions to The Hunt: while i know most folks think mari has always been Pit Girl, i think her running in the trailer is a red herring.

this WILL, however, be what sets up the hunt and its rules/functions/the course

(because to ME, it has always looked like a cleared/intentionally set path, with s1ep1 showing their hand-made adornments hanging from the surrounding trees )

mari is 100% wearing the dress/nightgown that s1ep1 Pit Girl is.

tiktok fans have been theorizing that perhaps based on the rules of the hunt, mari will survive whatever the hell is about to happen to her while still later meeting Pit Girl's fate in the winter, but who's to say

"cant believe we didnt eat that bitch first" - says the one with the big brown eyes like a baby mf cow. she just wants to snack on her friends!

(y'all saw that part where shauna is biting and restraining mari, right?)

power struggle: it looks like there are going to be factions splitting up, or the girls will continue to show alliance to a particular 'leader'

van, misty, mari, akilah, and either New Gen or robin? potentially in support of lottie's leadership and connection to the wilderness?

them vs Everyone Else, who seems more focused on practical survival

coach ben seeing the snare trap and probably wondering if it was for a person or for an animal

(i didnt know what a snare was so i truly needed to google 'animal trap that looks like a n**se but isnt. sue me!)

shauna locking herself in a freezer because it was the only way she could talk to jackie. putting yourself into dangerous situations in hopes of manifesting the ghost of your lover? okay bella swan in new moon!

jackieshauna being connected by coldness, both emotionally and physically.

from the meat shed to the freezer, jackie taylor's ghost will never escape the ethel cain parallels!

theres probably someone out there in the world who wants to smash the man with no eyes, huh.........dont answer that actually.

taissa's grown out hair makes little tiny magical hearts float all around my head. wow. just wow.

are the yellowjackets going on a field trip in the wilderness together? where tf is natalie and did she find coach ben's hidey hole?

the envelope being addressed to shauna shipman and not shauna sadecki makes me think its from a person with ties to the wilderness, pushing the secret 8th survivor theory (perhaps hilary swank as adult Melissa CoolHat)

i WANT this ritual scene to be another dream-like allegory for them enjoying their descent.

if the snackie feast was the roman bacchanal, the political split between the girls and the power imablance could be going into a julius cesar-y territory? especially with the mistyshauna stabbing?

misty exploring someplace that looks like the one from lottie's visions? someone is on trial? natlie isnt in charge anymore?! walter has a mustache now?!!!!

van's new fixation on the fire, alluding to the idea that she could have been the one to burn down the cabin??? to quote you, girl, "REALLY? fire?!"

shauna with her knife to melissa's throat....is something gay happening there?

this creepy little song is really giving me the vibe that everything will NOT be okay!!!

in summation: women can be a little evil, as a treat!

[roguelov]

So it came to me that both Hob and Morpheus are Dilfs.

I wonder do they know they constitute Dilfs? I feel like if their s/o (either together or separate) learned they had past children at one point they'd call them a dilf (because they are).

But I imagine hob and Morpheus would have Different Reactions to learning what a dilf is. Like hob has had time, healing, maybe went to therapy like he'd take it in good humor I'd imagine.

Morpheus on the other hand? I feel like He's still neck deep in the agonies from all that due to no therapy and no socialization so I don't think he'd take it as well 😅

Panini 😘 (hydrate, be healthy, eat a snacky snack, and stay demure, cutesy, and mindful)

They are dilfs and they need to know this!!!!!!

“I beg your pardon?” Morpheus asked incredulously.

“Dilf,” you repeated yourself, unbothered by his tone. “You know a dad you would like to fuck, a dilf.”

Hob chuckled, while Morpheus steeled his emotions. In fact, the Endless wasn’t quite sure how he feels on the matter. A dilf? The world of the waking and mortals was truly a strange one.

Morpheus muttered under his breath, “I don’t see how it is relevant if I am or am not a father, we already have a physical relationship.”

Laughing, Hob clapped Morpheus’s back. “You may be right, love, but it doesn’t make it any less true.”

Morpheus rolled his eyes.

You smiled at the pair, shrugging. “I thought you would at least like to know.”

Hob beamed, then threw you a sly wink. “And I appreciate the compliment, love.”

Morpheus’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was a compliment? Ridiculous.

“Morpheus?” He looked over at you. You wore a concerned look. It seemed he wasn’t … coping well with your joking compliment. “I’m sorry if I caused you some discomfort.”

He sighed, “It’s fine, my dear.”

Is it? In Morpheus’s mind, he wasn’t a father at least not anymore. So, how could he be this ‘dilf’?

“Morpheus,” Hob calmly stated. He rubbed the Endless’s back as if to draw him out of his spiral throes. “Are you -“

“I said I am fine.” He paused, thinking his words carefully. “I am simply confused, I am not a father.”

Not anymore.

The unspoken words hung in the space between the three of you.

You winced internally. Why did you even say it? Damn it, it was just a silly joke. You hadn’t mean to cause him any misery. How could you fix this? How - how - how -

You blurted out, “Well I could always give you a kid to make you a dad!”

Hob’s and Morpheus’s eyes widened. You clamped your mouth, and internally berated yourself for saying such a thing. A heat licked at your cheeks, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

“I’m sorry!” You shouted before scrambling away. It was the best move given your mouth was only digging yourself further into a hole.

Hob blinked snapping himself out of his stupor. He turned to Morpheus seeing his shocked expression. Morpheus then sighed, shaking his head.

“Are you okay?” Hob asked quietly, making sure he didn’t overstep or push Morpheus too far.

Morpheus glanced to Hob. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips. “A bit … it is certainly never a dull moment around here.”

Hob smiled. “Never, isn’t it fantastic?”

Morpheus nodded, letting the smile completely curl over his lips.

[sopiao]

ghost with a pregnant!wife!reader with late night/general cravings :P

sending him to the nearest convenience store late at night started to become a regular thing a couple months after you two found out your pregnant.

Cravings start pretty early on but their more mild, craving and wanting food at random times of the day or having certain snacks on your mind for hours whenever it’s mentioned. But on the second trimester is when it gets really bad, odd foods or combinations start to taste amazing, the cravings and need for certain foods gets so strong it feels like your starving even after a full meal.

But your husband already knows how to deal with you, knows how to talk to you and calm you down in any state of mind. He was especially attentive and sensitive when you both found out about the baby.

Always scratching your back whenever you need him too. Keeping up with his research and looking up every little detail or notice. If you mention that your feet hurt or that you woke up in the middle of the night. He’ll spend the next hour surfing the internet to see if it’s something that’s bothering you or the baby.

He’ll sing it hum to your bump (only when your asleep), caressing the round with his scarred hands, sometimes even holding normal conversations about his day even though the baby can’t answer back.

Simon already can’t get much sleep with his insomnia or late nights that he’s up working. But when you wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him that you’re hungry. He immediately sits up, still a bit tired and lucid, but is more than willing to drive you to Sonic to get you whatever you want, or to the nearest gas station or 7-11 to buy you your snacks.

He’d still be half away when he’s standing in the aisle with you. Slightly swaying side to side, still in his pajamas which is just a black tank and black sweats. Watching you, still wearing his sleep shirt, happily fill your arms with snacks and drinks.

Simon still keeps his.

—

“Love, seriously?” Simon walked into your and his shared bedroom, holding a plastic bag of food you asked him to buy. The small confused smile on his face when he sees you sitting in the middle of the bed, watching your favorite show.

“What? You know I get snacky sometimes” You shrug, wearing one of his favorite band shirts that he loves to see you in, as you watch him walk up to the bed and set the bag in front of you. Sitting at your side with his hand on your stomach, pecking your cheek.

“Chocolate and strawberries are fine. But watermelon and salt? You don’t think that’s a little odd?” Your husband chuckled, sitting behind you in a way that your sitting between his legs and you can rest your back on his chest. Rolling your eyes, rummaging through the bag.

“I’m carrying the baby here. Don’t question the baby’s needs” You try to shush his sass by loosely laying your hand over his mouth. He chuckles full of adoration, holding your hand as he watches you snack away. Wrapping his strong arms around you, mainly your bump, likes to think that he’s protecting both you and the baby when he does this.

—

There were many nights that he woke up, sleepily searching for your figure in the bed with his arm. But when he can’t feel for you he sits up and opens his eyes to find your spot of the bed empty. And the door open with the hallway and kitchen lights on.

“Hun? What are you doing up?” He grumbles, rubbing his face to try and wake himself up, leaning against the door frame. His heart drops when he sees you turn around with a knife. He strides over and swiftly but gently removes the knife from your hand.

“I got hungry and I didn’t wanna wake you” By the sound of your voice he can tell that you’ve been up for a while and is wide awake.

Yes, you are often clumsy, but not that clumsy. Ever since the bump started to become more pronounced he was more protective of you from counter tops, shark objects, or anything blunt.

“Love, I don’t mind helping you with anything, especially now. You won’t bother me by asking” He explained in a tone that was slightly scolding but still very loving and soft, feeling so lucky that he was like this to you, it was so different than how he is with others or at work.

Simon later finds out that you just needed to cut your sandwich in triangles. For some reason it just taste better for you.

—

He never once complained or thought negatively about how much you eat. Simon is absolutely in love with the thought of getting to hold a chubby baby on his inked arm. How chubby the little arms and fingers are. Being able to squish the chub of the cheeks and the roundness of the tummy.

Loves to think that every time you eat and indulge in your weird snacks, that the baby will grow more stronger and healthier. And if your happy, the baby is happy.

Simon even remembers which of your unusual food combos and snacks is your favorite to pack in your hospital bag.