#of course you can keep your anonymity if you want to too :33

[timeflow]

girl (boy) who is too shy to admit that they’re so so infatuated with you. parasocially,, aheem heem that, doesn’t exist

girls (boys) are always being enchanted by my charismatic tagging and other miscellaneous girlblogging. this was always the plan

[ist4rgirlo]

thinking about conrad with a touch starved girlfriend. how she craves touch but doesn’t want to ask for it so she’s shy around him, but like melts into him when he hugs or cuddles her <33

i feel like he’d catch on and be like… you know you can hug me whenever you’d like, right?? right???? ugh i love him, affectionate wonderful boyfriend

───────────── 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONE SHOT !

summary : conrad giving affection to his girlfriend that is touch deprived.

requested by : anonymous

You and Conrad have been together for a year or two now. You were the type to not really show your affection through actions but through words. Maybe because you didn’t really got enough physical affection when you were a kid so you weren’t used to getting it.

Let’s just say that you didn’t know how to recieve it all. One of Conrad’s love language is physical touch so it really made you feel awful to not give him the affection that he needs because you just couldn’t give it, you didn’t know how to but Conrad understood it. Both of you had a talk about it and Conrad understood your side. He tries to give you affection but he still respect your bounderies.

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“Hey baby” Conrad greeted waving at you. He walked towards you pulling you for a hug, you did hug him back — melting instantly, but soon pulled away.

Conrad felt it, a smile appearing on his face. “How was your day?” he asked, you smiled before replying “It was okay” you shrugged. His brows furrowed, noticing that something was wrong.

He went closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh, making sure that you were comfortable about it, you nodded, “Something wrong?” he asked, concered. You shrugged, not looking at him, brows furrowed. “Hey hey, tell me what’s wrong, baby.” he said, moving closer to you, pulling you in closer. He wrapped his arms around you gently, making sure you were comfortable.

You flinched a little bit but soon melted into his arms, making Conrad smile. “Tell me, what’s happening hm?” Conrad hummed, rubbing you arm. You shook your head no, closing your eyes. Conrad placed a kiss on your forehead.

You sighed, pulling away from him gently, “Am I not giving you enough affection?” you asked, frowning. “Hey, why would you think of that?” Conrad asked, pulling you a little closer to him. His voice concerned, confused about what would made you think like this.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, I just feel like you’re the only one who is only affectionate, like.. like this” you said, looking down. You felt Conrad lift your chin, “Baby, you know I’m okay with everything right? as long as you are here with me, that’s more than enough. Whatever makes you comfortable then I am okay with it.” Conrad reassured you, smiling at you.

You looked at him, frowning — making him chuckle because of your cuteness. “Oh my love, what’s wrong now?” Conrad said smiling. “I don’t know, I just want to hug you and touch you and all of that, I just don’t know how to” you whispered, scared.

Conrad narrowed his eyes, pretending to not hear what you just said, he tilted his head, “I can’t hear you, baby. Speak up please?” he asked, trying his best to keep his smile in. You crossed your arms before looking at him, “Can.. can I hug you? is it okay if I just you know.. suddenly hug you and do the first move?” you asked, shyly. Conrad giggled.

“Of course, sweetheart. You can hug me whenever you like, you know that right? I would love it if you make the first move, I would absolutely love it.” he said, smiling big. You moved closer to him, leaning on him hugging his arm. He pulled away, making you furrow your brows. He pulled you in again, wrapping an arm beside you, guiding you head on his chest, making you lean on it. He raked his hand through your hair, “God, you are precious. I absolutely love you” placing a kiss on your forehead. You smiled, “I love you too, Connie. So much” you said, before closing your eyes, listening to Conrad’s heartbeat.

[coryosbaby]

I’m being bold not being anonymous.. But I could kill for some sub , knife kink Ethan..🫣 Just imagine

PHEWW (if the topics in the warning make you uncomfortable I’ll be happy to write another one <3)

Warning: knifeplay, blood kink, mentions of cutting into skin ig, smell kink, oral (m recieving), edging, cock rings, pain kink, mommy kink, sub! Ethan, hard dom!Reader

Ethan’s hands are wrapped around your thighs as he leans back against your chest <3 he’s huffing, breath heavy, as you drag a knife down his pretty chest.

“Just be still, sweet boy.” You whisper into his curly hair. The blade moves up and scrapes over his left nipple. He whimpers, erection standing up against his stomach; a cock ring rests around his thick length, and he’s swollen and red. He’s completely nude, while you sit in a black lingerie set. Ethan’s nostrils fill with your delicious vanilla perfume, and the smell makes the boy feel euphoric. Your other hand goes to massage his balls, and he thrusts his hips into the air at the contact. You slap them harshly, making him cry out and shove his face into your neck.

“What did I say?” You scold.

“‘M sorry, momma. Jus’ feels so good.” He cries, and you scoff.

“I don’t care. You listen to what I say, brat. Or you get nothing.”

Ethan nods, pretty head falling to the side in ecstasy when you bring your palm to the tip of cock. He’s wet, incredibly so, and his juices drips down to the base of his length. The cock ring keeps him from coming too soon, something that he definitely needs to work on. Poor boy always orgasms too early when he’s inside you :(( you know it isn’t his fault, of course; he had only been a virgin when you two had begun to explore each other, and now you’re exceptionally good at pleasing him. You know Ethan’s body like the back of your hand, now; know how to work him up, get him leaking and hard. Ethan thinks you’re a godsend, really. No girl has ever gave him this much attention before, has made him ever feel this way before.

You bring the sharp blade of the knife down to his hardened cock, and he gasps. His face flushed, adrenaline coursing through his veins. If he moves, just an inch, the knife is sure to scratch him.

You move the knife down to his inner thigh and begin to jack him off with fervor. He thrusts his hips harshly, and it makes the knife cut through his skin. Not enough to be serious, but enough to leave a small cut. You giggle, and reach down to run your finger over the wound and lick his blood off your finger.

Hands clutching onto you harder, he lets out a whimper at the burn of it. You bring the knife back to the cut and make it longer, make him bleed more. He begins to cry, wet tears streaming down his face, and then you run your finger through the cut again and bring his own blood up to his lips. He’s so obedient <33 precious boy begins sucking the finger, taking it all the way to the back of his throat, moaning at the metallic taste on his soft tongue.

“That’s my boy. I’m gonna move, okay? Gonna suck that pretty little cock angel.”

He nods, puppy eyes shining, as you move out from under him. He sits up on his elbows, and watches as you crawl to his dick. You take the soft blushy tip into your warm awaiting mouth and he grabs ahold of your hair. You instantly lift yourself up and slap the cut on his thigh, making him hiss in pain and whine.

“No touching. Hands over your head. Now.”

“Y-Yes momma. I’m so sorry.” He nervously stutters. His hands instantly go over his head, interlocked. You grin at his tone of voice. He’s such a scared boy, all the time.

Your scared boy. Only for you.

You go back down to his cock, and kitten lick his tip. He tastes so good, the best guy you’ve ever tasted in your life, and it makes your panties drench even more with your wetness. You take his whole length into your mouth and begin to bob your head. You can feel him shaking, and you know he wants so badly to touch. But it’s not going to happen.

Your begin mouthing over his balls, leaving small kisses, scraping your teeth over them. Ethan gasps out, hips bucking, and his cock bobs. He’s trying so hard to cum, but because of the cock ring, he can’t.

“Momma, please take it off…it hurts.” he says. He’s looking down at you, his doe eyes pleading, lip caught between teeth. You know this is his way of trying to trick you, of trying to seduce you into giving him what he wants. You just chuckle. You take the knife up to his thigh, beginning to cut more, and he mewls.

“Nice try, baby.” He watches, mouth agape and aching cock starting to turn a light shade of purple, as you begin to carve your name into him. “But it’s going to be a long night.”

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  LadyKailitha! @ladykailitha has 33 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 32 of them are in the Steddie Tag.

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @ladykailitha:

Little Runaway

Staking My Claim

I'll Be Your Knight

Eddie's Big Stevie Rescue

"LadyKailitha is a wonderful writer both on Tumblr (shout out to WIP Wednesday, makes my day!!) and on AO3! They absolutely deserve all the recognition and respect for their work. And now I'd like to share the love 🫶"-- anonymous

Below the cut, @ladykailitha answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I’m obsessed with them. LOL! On a more serious note, it’s because I relate to the two characters a lot and want to see them happy.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Childhood friends. I just love watching them be friends as kids and then grow apart and then back together again. I could read it a billion times and do it again. As long as there’s a happy ending of course.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

AUs. Just all of them. I like canon Eddie and Steve, but putting them in different worlds and still finding ways to make them who they are. chef’s kiss

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

There are so many good ones but one that I’ve read several times is STRIKE TEN by oaseas. So good.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

That’s the best part of steddie is not knowing there’s a troupe I want to write for until inspiration strikes. Like I never thought I’d do a sugar baby/daddy AU, but I’m currently writing one. Ditto for omegaverse, but now I’ve written two from the same universe. But as I’m typing this… probably sentinel/guide. The idea has always intrigued me.

What is your writing process like?

First is day dreaming up an idea. Then depending on how long the idea is, I’ll do a short write up about. If it’s long, then it gets treated with plot beats I want to hit. I don’t consider it an outline, because they aren’t in order. Then I will sit down and start writing. I will do at least 400 words a day and keep at it until I have at least 3 or 4 chapters into it before I start posting.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I have to have a backlog of unpublished chapters because I worry if I’m not putting out stories people will lose interest. It’s also so that if I write myself into a corner I can go back a couple of chapters if I have to and change it to fit the new direction the story is going.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Definitely on a schedule. I’ve tried waiting until I’m done and I just get too excited for other people to read it and start posting.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Well Met By Moonlight. I’m really proud of the world building and mystery.

How did you get the idea for Little Runaway?

When I first got into the fandom, there was a severe lack of Eddie and Steve postseason 2 and I really wanted to lean into that a bit.

When writing Little Runaway, what was something you didn’t expect?

Max becoming a reader insert in a way. Where you see the characters through her eyes at the end.

What inspired Staking My Claim?

LOL! Steve licking Eddie’s hand like he was a cupcake he didn’t want to share.

What was your favorite part to write from Staking My Claim?

Jeff. I loved how he just kinda rocked up and said, “As Eddie’s boyfriend, you are now my responsibility and no, you don’t get a say in this.”

How do/did you feel writing I'll Be Your Knight?

I love this one. It really does not get enough praise honestly. I loved the idea of the sound of Steve’s lighter as he lights and puts it out over and over again. I just really loved the idea of Steve guarding Eddie because he’s part of the group now.

What was the most difficult part of writing Eddie's Big Stevie Rescue?

The subject matter. It’s one of my darkest fics because Steve gets slipped a date rape drug and the fall out of not trusting the people you care about with the deepest parts of yourself. Also, keeping the tension ramped up.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I absolutely love the scene with Billy and Steve from “Never Hold Back Your Step…” when Billy gets Steve’s lifeguard job and Steve calls him a washed up surfer. That whole takedown was cathartic as hell.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’m currently working on a couple that I think are just so much fun. “The Hellfire Exotic Club” a stripper AU that has been a blast to write. And “Of Butterflies and Backstrokes” the Olympic swimmer AU. I’m proud of that title, too.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

nope!

Thank you to our author, @ladykailitha, and our anonymous nominator! See more of LadyKailitha's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[d20-lesbian]

🐈‍⬛🖤INTRO POST🖤🐦‍⬛

I'm finally making an intro post! under the break you will find everything from DNI to Hyperfixations/Interests, plus a new tagging system I'll be using so my blog isn't such a wasteland <33 Enjoy

alright lets start with some info!

My name is Onyx

I'm a non binary lesbian

I use they/xe/it and a bunch of neopronouns

I identify with a bunch of xenogenders!

I flip from hyperfixation to hyperfixation super easily but my special interests are musical theatre and psychology/mental illness. (2 very different things i know).

I'm 18 years old and Australian :3

before you follow !

I might spam reblog sometimes, but I'll have all reblogs tagged so you can mute that if you like.

I'm always happy to receive asks and such, anonymous or not!! please i want mutuals ;-;.

i might vent at times, nothing too serious of course and always properly tagged.

Just keep this in mind!

DNI IF:

- you fall into basic DNI criteria (homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc.)

- you're pro-ana or pro-sh as I'm in recovery for both of these.

- you're a proshipper

- you're under 12

- you're a Monika apologist (DDLC)

- you fake claim

- you're anti neopronouns/xenogenders

some of my triggers are ,

vomit, in any way, this is my biggest one!! i have very severe emetephobia and dont really even like the word.

IRL sans hoodies/blue jackets that look similar to that.

Sayoris death scene from DDLC

i love musical theatre, rock/metal music, LGBTQIA+ advocacy, mental health advocacy, psychology, dungeons and dragons/other TTRPGs and witchy stuff :3

I'm in a lot of fandoms, including !

DDLC, Dimension 20 (fantasy high), Danganronpa, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Ride The Cyclone, SIX, Beetlejuice, Hamilton, Heathers, Vocaloid, Sanrio, Unus Annus, TBHK, MLP, FNAF, Marvel, NITW, Pokemon, Supernatural, Markiplier egos, WKM, ADWM, AHWM, ISWM, Jacksepticeye egos, Doctor Who, Starkid, The Hatchetfield Trilogy AND MANY MORE I CANT REMEMBER RN!!

this section will update every now and then with whatever I'm hyperfixating on !! right now its;

will wood/will wood and the tapeworms!!!

I kin !

Sayori (DDLC)

Kokichi (DRV3)

Angeldust (HH)

Jane Doe (RTC)

Fave characters are !

All kins <3

Ibuki Mioda (DRV2)

Emu Otori (PJSK)

Celestia Ludenberg (DRV1)

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg (RTC)

Kuromi (Sanrio)

Kristen Applebees (D20)

Figueroth Faeth (D20)

im gonna introduce a tagging system to make my blog less of a messy hellscape!!

reblogs will be tagged with #onyx rbs

me yelling about fandoms will be tagged with #onyx fandom posting

vents will be tagged with #onyx sad

more serious posts will be tagged with #onyx serious

random shit/rambles will be tagged with #onyx is rambling

answering asks will be tagged with #onyx answers asks

heres some stuff that doesn't fit into any of the previous categories!

my favourite mutuals are @frogsareallgay , @elias-pluto , @tumbletryr and @teslapenguini !!

My favourite animals are black cats, crows/ravens, moths and bats! and i identify heavily with black cats specifically!! (im the real black cat gf sorrry not sorry >:3)

Some of the neopronouns i use are :3

glitch/void/moon/star/spirit/crow/moth/hallow/cat/kit/arcade/wisp

heres some links to my other socials !!

Insta: rock_lesbian

Twitter: Dnd_Lesbian

Discord: onyxjae

Pinterest: Onyx Jae

Carrd: Onyx Jae's Carrd

Spacehey: Onyx Jae

anyway, to close out, thank you for reading through all of this!! i hope you enjoy your stay on my blog !!! love yall <33

[belit0]

Hello again!♡

I am German actually! West German to be exact. May I ask where you're from as well? :3

Also, I'm so honoured that you enjoy my ideas! It makes me so happy to hear! And seeing you make a tag for me on your blog too honestly made my entire day!

I stay anonymous in my asks so that I can request more comfortably btw, but I just want you to know again, that I really love your work and read every single one! It's unfortunately becoming rare to find good Naruto content like yours, so you're honestly a godsend to me, haha!<3

Please continue the good work and know that I'll always be looking forward to every single post!<33

- bunni Anon

You have no idea what your words mean to me, I am infinitely grateful for your presence and I love to have you here sharing this space with me!

I've noticed the popularity of this kind of blogs has dropped, which hurts me, but it works as therapy in my case, so I'll keep on doing it until life allows me to.

Of course you deserve a tag, it's a small gesture to show how much I appreciate your messages!

Answering your question, I'm from Argentina (it's winter here and really cold lol)!

Thank you for the support and love, infinitely thank you!

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Gyomei and Rengoku with a gn darling who has a fear of men

Request(ed): Yes! - how would rengoku and gyomei react to the reader, whom they’ve been trying to befriend but everytime they see them, they runs off in fear. Turns out, reader has a fear of men (specifically demon slayers) and was formally in an abusive relationship? Hope this isn’t too heavy. — requested by anonymous.

Warnings: Yandere behavior and conversations about trauma.

Authors note: I hope this turned out okay! This is my first time writing Rengoku. Love you <33

Gyomei Himejima:

It hurts him whenever you run off in fear, it makes him feel bad. At first, he believes it’s his height, I mean… he’s had children, women, and even elders avoid him out of intimidation because of how tall he is; he understands he seems scary, especially with how strong he is.

But, when Gyomei hears you talking to your friends, saying that Gyomei seems like a nice man but you’re scared of him; specifically all men and Demon Slayers? It makes him cry. He hates seeing you suffer, so once you say those words… he’d be quite sad. Of course, not at you but what caused you to have this trauma.

From then on, he’d try to do anything to make you feel safe or comfortable in his presence, even if it means keeping his distance, putting away his hand ax-flail, and sitting down in the corners, trying to be ‘as small as possible’.

When he does want to meet or you want to talk to him, he will make an arrangement for some tea outside; a place where it’s open, near a river and people walking by.

He will get you gifts: flowers from outside in the courtyard, showing you that he means no harm whatsoever. Whenever he senses that you’re unsure of his presence, he will leave the room.

Gyomei will never, ever make you feel pressured to do things. If you don’t wanna hang out, there’s always another day. Or if you don’t feel comfortable going somewhere, rather staying home, he’s fine with that too.

Gyomei always has a ‘safe room’ for you whenever you’re overstimulated or upset. He never, ever goes in that room, always leaves it up for you and respects your boundaries when you put them on.

If and when you do start to feel comfortable with him, Gyomei will praise you on your forwarding: “I’m happy you’re slowly expanding on your fear. I understand it’s hard, please do tell me if I can do anything to help in any way; shape, or form. I’m proud of you, darling.”

When you’re ready to talk about your trauma, he will be there, holding you and rubbing your back; comforting you with reminders of deep breaths. Once he learns what happens, he will praise you on telling him and make sure you never meet the person that caused you so much anxiety and fear; he will make sure of it.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

It confused him to no end when you always ran off, I mean… he’s not scary, right? He’s a big ol’ teddy bear that may or may not be very warm and comforting to be around.

Sure, Rengoku can be loud and immediately jogs to get to you; but everytime he comes near, you run off.. A type of fear in your eyes that stresses him out. Due to him not wanting to stress you out more, he starts to ask around: your neighbors and friends to reason and find out ‘why’.

But, when he finds out the reason ‘why’ you fear him, he immediately fixes his approaches towards you and tries to seem as friendly as possible; not wanting to stress you out or scare you more.

Rengoku immediately stops yelling at you from across the room, rather approaching you with a gentle smile and keeps his distance. When he wants to hang out, he lets you pick the place, even if he disagrees or doesn’t like it. He will try to keep his volume down, making sure to talk in a comfort-level voice to make you feel okay.

Much like Gyomei, he will eat somewhere with you outside; wanting you to feel as free as possible and realize you don’t have to fear him, rather feel at ease with him. Rengoku will even take off his uniform, put away his haori and katana, and stay away from the exit; sitting in front of you so you can see what he’s doing.

He will never, ever approach you when your back is turned, rather asking someone to get your attention and trying to never touch you; always asking for your permission first.

Rengoku will buy you gifts, much like Gyomei, he will give you flowers, clothes, and jewelry to show that he doesn’t want what you think and he just wants to get to know you.

When you do feel comfortable and open up about your trauma, he will be there, comforting you whilst holding hands with you: “That must’ve been hard for you. I’m sorry that happened, I just want you to know I’m proud of you; I have and always will be. Why don’t we get your favorites and watch the stars, yes?”

Rengoku will make sure to never, ever make you witness the man ever again. Not that he will be alive that is.

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Check out my masterlist for more yandere content!

Reblogs, comments, and likes are very much appreciated!! Love you all <33

[le-cinnamonrolls-and-roses]

✧...Please Don't Be in Love with Someone Else : Genshin Impact : Modern AU

warnings // none!

summary // trends are fun, and it's funny to see how your lover reacts to your silly antics.

featuring // aether, kaeya, razor, xingqui, bennett, chongyun, diluc, venti, childe, zhongli, albedo, xiao, kazuha, tohma, scaramouche, gorou, itto, ayato, dainsleif

requested by // anonymous

Hii may I request how the genshin boys would react to their s/o doing the "please don't be in love with someone else" TikTok trend? Let's just pretend teyvat has titkok hehe. Feel free to ignore this if it's too much <33

notes // helloooo i hope you don't mind the format i decided to use for this and i did the more happy / funny kind of reaction to it? i tried to include as many of them as i could! if you want the more angsty version, i’d be down to make it too! anyway, for my non-tiktok peeps, here is context, i just borrowed a random video, and keep in mind that there are versions where they turn on the shower and wear like fancy clothes for dramatic effect :) sadly the video i had in mind is buried under too many favorited vids ehe

i tried including as many as i could! itto characterization is still unsteady since i just borrowed it from leaked lines from tiktok THAT I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE ARE REAL 😭

masterlists // genshin impact + tokyo revengers + haikyuu + obey me!

✧ rules and guidelines ✧

✧ like // comment // reblog if you enjoyed! ✧

he’s a little confused, and a lot concerned. after all, you’re belting out lyrics he can’t understand, and standing under the shower in an outfit that could have garnered you best dressed at a party, he turns the shower off to hug you, uncaring that his own clothes are getting wet, “are you feeling alright? let me go get you some pajamas and we can go have a nice, warm drink okay?”

✧...Zhongli, Ayato, Razor, Chongyun, Dainsleif

it’s amusing to him, but after listening to the lyrics properly, he immediately embraces you, looking at you with starry, saddened eyes, “do you really think i love someone else? i’m not! i swear! there’s nobody else i love the way i love you,”

✧...Bennett, Gorou, Tohma

“well, you’re making me wish i did,” he huffs jokingly, gently pushing you away when you try hugging him, but immediately pulling you back for a kiss when you try leaving the room, “don’t worry, you’re hogging all my love, there isn’t anymore i could possibly give to someone else,”

✧...Scaramouche, Xingqui

“silly, you’ll catch a cold,” he tuts disapprovingly, already having sensed this moment from miles away, before he wraps a towel around you, kissing the tip of your nose, “honestly, i don’t understand you and your trends at all...of course i don’t mind, you seen very pleased with yourself whenever you do then, just don’t expect me to give you reaction you want, my dear,”

✧...Xiao, Diluc, Aether, Albedo

he hums along to the song with an amused smile and raised eyebrows, and when you've finished having your moment, he claps before pulling you closer and doing a silly little dance with you, "that was excellent acting on your part, sweetheart, bravo,"

✧...Kaeya, Childe, Kazuha

please, if you think that you had the idea to do this trend first, you, my friend are sorely mistaken, because he did it first. he lures you to the bathroom and he just starts singing the lyrics with all he’s got (whether or not he sounds good is solely up to you) and when you pout because he stole your idea, he smiles victoriously, “i win!”

✧...Itto, Venti

[saeransangel]

The Head and the Heart

Anonymous asked:

hiiii, first of all, i wanted to tell you that you’re an amazing writer and i’m so in love with all of your works 😭🤲🏻 !!! and secondly i would like to request something. okay so.. i’ve a little headcanon in my head for a while now, where connie’s s/o is a titan shifter. so i was wondering if u could write something where connie’s s/o wants to jump instead of armin to save his mother? thank you so much in advance and i hope u have a wonderful day <33

Canon Verse Connie x Reader

A/N: Hii I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this. I hope you like it:)

Summary: Y/N is a titan shifter and is fully prepared to sacrifice themselves to save Connie's mother so Falco can live.

CW: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, Angst, swearing, canon violence.

WC: 1.6k (not proofread yet)

When Connie first discovered you were a titan shifter, he was enthralled. He had so many questions for you. Why didn't you tell him? He was your boyfriend after all. Why did you keep this from him? But also, do you have any like... cool abilities?

Overall he was amazed that you were a titan shifter. He thought it was even cooler watching you fight side by side with him, crushing the Earth beneath your feet and always making sure to have his back. He always called you his personal bodyguard.

The entirety of your relationship with Connie, being a titan shifter was never an issue for him. Until today, that is.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you rode your horse alongside Armin. Gabi was holding onto you from behind, screaming and crying for Falco.

You could barely process everything that was happening. The world was going to shit after Eren threw it into absolute chaos. Falco now has the power of the Jaw Titan and Connie took it upon himself to kidnap Falco and use him to bring his mom back. You couldn't believe that he would do this. Of course, he missed his mother. Being in a relationship with Connie meant you knew everything about him. The good, the bad, and the ugly. So yes, he missed his mother and it was horrible what had happened to her. But killing a child? Innocent or not, Falco is a child. This wasn't right.

As the three of you approached the old, worn down house in the abandoned village, you saw Connie with Falco.

"Falco! Get away from him." Gabi screams.

You can see Connie jump and look back to see you and Armin riding up to him, fast.

"He's trying to feed you to the Titan!" Gabi yells out again.

You curse to yourself as Gabi blows your cover. You and Armin were going to try and be calm about this. Approach him with caution and talk him out of doing this.

Upon hearing this, Connie wraps an arm around Falco's neck, putting him in a choke hold. His blade was out, threatening that if you came any closer he wouldn't hesitate.

"Connie! Stop it!" Armin yells out, a panicked look in his eyes.

"Stay there! Stay back!" Connie hollers. His eyes shot daggers at you and the other two. You and Armin yank at the reigns of your horse and halt in your tracks.

"Connie, what are you doing?" You ask, trying to stay as calm as you could. The truth was, you were terrified. This was all too much. You and Connie had been through hell and back together, always staying by each other's side no matter what. You two always came back with the support from one another. But if he went through with this...you were afraid that this time he wouldn't be able to come back from the guilt.

"Shut up! I don't wanna hear from you! Don't say anything!" He screams, tightening his grip around Falco.

Armin falls quiet, trying to think of a way out of this that results in everyone alive.

"You wouldn't understand me. You're going to tell me to keep him alive, right?! That's why I should give up on my mom, right?!" Connie's voice was growing increasingly loud and shaky. It broke your heart to see him acting like this. "I'm sure someone as righteous as you wouldn't understand an idiot like me!"

"You're not an idiot, Con." You tried to say. "Just please, let him go and come back to me, okay?"

Come back to me.

That was something that you always said to him when he was having a hard time. If he was ever crying because he was feeling angry, sad, alone, or guilty, you would always be there rubbing his back, patting with his head, and whispering soothing words. "Come back to me."

He grimaced at the familiar expression. "Don't say that to me." He spits.

He then begins moving up the ladder with Falco in hand. No matter how much he squirmed, Falco couldn't escape Connie's grip.

Your face twisted in fear and panic. Armin looked at you with desperation. It's like his eyes were saying, "You have to do something. He'll only listen to you."

And then it hit you.

You deployed your ODM gear and flung yourself onto the beam that was directly overlooking the Titan's mouth. A cold sweat ran down your back. You clench your jaw tightly. You wanted to look at Connie with pleading eyes but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. It would make what you were about to do a lot harder.

You were going to jump.

"Hey! I said stay back!" Connie yelled again. You still refused to look up at him. You could hear his breath shaking even from where you stood. You began to panic more because it was starting to seem like he was catching on to what you were planning. "What are you planning to do?" He screamed. You stayed silent as hot tears streamed down your face. "Say something, Y/N!"

"You told me to shut up, didn't you?!" You yelled back. You forced yourself to look him in the eyes. Your heart dropped as soon as you made eye contact. He knew. "Did you really think I was going to let you do this?" You asked sadly.

Time slows down as you take the step off the beam, dropping yourself down. You closed your eyes to brace for the impact of the Titan's jaws crushing you.

"Y/N, no!" You hear his voice call out for you.

Crunch

Pain engulfs your body, but it's not the type if pain you were expecting. You're eyes are still closed from the impact, but you can feel something warm crushing you chest. You let out a weak cough and open your eyes. You could see the sky, the clouds, and the sun was blinding you. Your mind hazy, you admire the view above you before a familiar face is hovering above you, blocking it.

Connie was hovering over you, his hands pinning your shoulders to the ground. A look of fear and desperation clouded his wide, grey eyes. "Why the fuck did you go and do that, huh?" He screamed, tears freely flowing down his face and onto your cheeks. You tried to answer him but he didn't give you a chance. He shook you again. "Huh?! Answer me!"

You reached up to cup his face with one of your hands, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as well. "I know how much you miss your mom." You choked out. "I just wanted you to be happy."

His expression softened slightly, but he still looked a little angry. "C'mere." He sat the two of you up and pulled you into a tight embrace. "You think I'd be happy without you, idiot?"

"But what about your mom?" You sniffled. You were of course glad he had a change of heart because Falco was still alive and so were you, but you weren't convinced.

"I miss her. So much. But not as much as I would miss you and hate myself for letting you be so stupid." He answered.

"I wasn't being stupid. I was just trying to protect you." You snap.

"Protect me from what exactly?" He asked, still holding your head deep in his chest.

"Protect you from having to carry around the guilt of what you were about to do." You explained, your voice muffled in this chest.

He was silent as he held onto you for dear life. His heart was heavy at the thought of you giving up your own life to protect him from the shame and guilt that would have come with killing Falco. But that was who you were. Selfless to the core. In that moment he became thankful. Thankful that you stopped him, thankful that you were willing to reunite him with his mother, thankful that you loved him enough to stand by him no matter what. He hugged you tightly and buried his face into you neck. His tears wet the thin fabric of the shirt you wore.

"I'm sorry I let you down." He quietly sobbed into you.

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, rubbing his back and his hair with your hands. "Why do you think you let me down?"

"Cause I'm not a good person." His sniffles and small sobs continued as he held you.

"That's not true." You cooed.

"How do you know that?" He asked, finally looking down at you. His eyes were slightly red from the stress of the situation.

"Because I know you have such a big heart, Connie." You smiled, pressing the palm of your hand against his chest. You could feel his ragged heartbeat. "But you have to you use this too." You tapped his forehead, smiling.

"I've got you for that." He said, forcing a teary smile.

You pulled him in and placed a kiss on his forehead, then his cheek, then finally his lips. You held him there for a moment, savoring the kiss.

"So that's what we are?" You giggled after pulling away. "The head and the heart?"

"Seems like a good deal to me." He sighed.

You both stood up, hand in hand. Connie turned towards Armin. The two exchanged a look of understanding. An understanding that Connie knew he was out of line and he was regretful, and Armin accepted that.

"So what now?" Gabi asks.

There was a long silence before you spoke up.

"I mean... we kinda have to like save the world now." You say half joking. Only half though because it was true.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Connie grinned.

[bunny-lou]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Robin and Finney are dating, which is cool. Robin is Finney’s romantic boyfriend, so he gets to hold Finney’s hand and listen to him talk about space and go on dates and stuff. This means Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, so he has gets to hold Gwen’s bag and listen to her talk about her friends and have her be the third wheel on dates and stuff.

Or, a bunch of head canons with Gwen both ruining and supporting Robin/Finney

Finney patching Robin up after a fight and Robin making comments about how he has the cutest nurse, but Finney is still mad at him for fighting.

Robin arguing that Finney can’t be mad at him, Robin got in the fight for defending Gwen against some kids who said she was weird

Finney pointing out that if Robin was defending Gwen, she is going to be more pissed than he is. Gwen likes to fight her own battles, she doesn’t let other people be her voice.

Robin realizing, oh shit, he’s right, and asking Finney to lie and say Robin got in the fight defending Finney because yeah Gwen is younger and shorter and smaller, but Robin is not prepared to be on her bad side

Robin’s uncle lets him take his truck to the drive ins on weekends, which is dark and secluded and if they see a scary movie, Finney will practically be in his lap the whole time

he arrives at the Blake house to pick up his boyfriend and is shocked and confused for Gwen to climb in the truck beside Finney

Finney is just like ‘Gwen wants to see this movie too, so I invited her’

Robin is a good boyfriend and he does actually like Gwen, so of course he has no problem with it, even if his plans are ruined.

Part way through the movie, Robin slips her some money and tells her to go get some snacks

And Gwen is smart and says ‘why? so you can be alone with my brother and make out?’

And Robin, completely serious, saying ‘yes, so make sure you take your time because you don’t want to see this’

Finney is just a flustered mess

Yeah, Robin is Finney’s boyfriend, but the match to his BFF bracelet belongs to Gwen

Gwen starts dating a boy and swooning over him, so Finney gives his best big brother talk of ‘if you hurt her, I will be very disappointed in you and I will make you feel bad’

And Robin’s like ‘good job, babe, you really scared that dude’

But when Finney’s back is turned, Robin is grabbing the guys shirt and promising to break his teeth if he ever hurts Gwen.

Way more invested in Gwen’s stories about the girls in her class and her bitch teacher and how dumb boys are than Finney is. Finney listens because he loves his sister and wants her to have a safe place to talk, but Robin listens because he loves girl talk and there’s no way Susie actually made out with Bobby while she was dating Jack, omg, what happened after that???

Gwen making up total lies to get out of the house when Robin comes over because she’s a good wingwoman and lets them have alone time

Braid twins as Finney makes dinner for all of them.

Teaching Gwen one on one how to do a round house kick so she can use her fists and rocks and feet

(does the same thing with Finn, but it takes way longer because Robin keeps flirting with him)

Also teaches Gwen how to swear in Spanish after she gets detention for the 12000th time for calling her teacher a fuckwad

Gwen helps Robin plan out dates. She points out the restaurants Finney wants to try and the new rocket launcher he’s been eyeing and the new rom com he hasn’t seen yet and if they go to the park at night, Finney will be able to point out the constellations as they hold hands under the stars

Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, the end.

Might turn this into a fluffy fic after I’m done with my angsty fic

515 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#4

Just saw Barbarian (2022) and while it was amazing, I would also watch and enjoy a film of Tess and Keith just spending a weekend slowly falling in love during this renting mixup because they were so cute and had such good chemistry.

703 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

Finney: "I made this friendship bracelet for you."

Robin: "I don't really wear jewelry."

Finney: "Oh, okay... You don't have to wear it."

Robin: "No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off."

789 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#2

Robin: “When I was younger, I had a crush on a boy in my class and I didn’t know how to deal with it so I wrote him a letter that just said ‘get out of my school’.”

Finney: “That was you?!”

808 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bruce: “What’s the happiest place on earth?”

Finney: “The science lab.”

Robin: “The gym.”

Bruce: “Apparently neither of you have ever been in Vance’s arms.”

Finney: “Of course we’ve never been in Vance’s arms, he’s terrifying!”

Robin: “I brushed against him accidentally once and he pulled out a switchblade.”

843 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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[kirishimaswife2819]

Them With a Foreign S/o || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari

Masterlist

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x foreign!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x foreign!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x foreign!reader, Shoto Todoroki x foreign!reader, and Denki Kaminari x foreign!reader

Requested by Anonymous: hello! could i request some headcanons with the boys wherein their s/o's a foreigner? like, they have trouble speaking japanese and all. thank you and i hope you have a lovely day! <33

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: Everything in italics is spoken in Japanese, h/c=home country

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I hope I wrote this well. Sorry that Kiri’s is sort of short, I couldn’t think of anything else for him. Hope you enjoy these- Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku thinks it’s really cool that you are foreign

He’ll ask you a lot of questions about your home country, and be really patient with you as you try to explain it in Japanese

He does seem to notice that you have a bit of a hard time expressing yourself or showing your real personality while your talking in Japanese, just because you don’t know the right words to say

So, he starts learning your native language, so it’s easier for the two of you to talk to each other and get to know each other better

He revealed to you that he was learning your native language, and after that, you two tutored each other in each other’s language

Once you could finally be yourself around Izuku, the two of you got along pretty well and you two ended up with crushes on each other

You two got together, because you overheard him talking to one of his friends about how he had a crush on you and didn’t know what to do about it

“You should ask me out.”

“I already-” He paused when he realized that the voice did not come from his friend, and instead from behind him, and then he realized it was your voice and his face turned beet red

Anyways, you ended up confessing your feelings for him as well and you two got together

He always asks questions about where you’re originally from and he has a whole page in his notebook about your favorite things to do at home, and fun facts about your hometown

Since you haven’t had a whole ton of Japanese foods, or done activities that were common in Japan, he likes taking you on dates specifically to do things exclusive to Japan

If there’s a certain snack you like from your country that isn’t available in Japan, and you tell Izuku, he’ll order it online for you, and have it shipped to you, so you can still have it

Katsuki Bakugou:

At first, he thought you were really stupid

How were you supposed to become a hero when you can’t even understand half the shit that your classmates are saying?

But over time, he found himself liking your personality

He liked your determination to become a hero, even if you were having trouble understanding your classmates

I feel like Bakugou speaks multiple languages, so he would be able to talk to you in your first language

The two of you actually became friends, because he got sick of you messing up your Japanese

You were saying something to Mina, who was waiting patiently while you tried to figure out how to explain it in Japanese

Bakugou was listening in and the second he heard you mess up a word, he went, “God, it’s not that fucking hard.”

“Bakugou! Don’t be mean to them. They’re trying,” Mina said, scolding the ash blonde

“Do you want to teach me?” You question, sarcastically of course, switching back to your native language, since you knew Bakugou knew it

“If it’ll keep you from speaking in that shitty Japanese then yeah.”

And that’s how your relationship with Bakugou began

Every Wednesday and Friday night, you would go over to his dorm and he would practice Japanese with you for a few hours. He was kind of mean about it, and scolded you when you messed up, but you were quickly learning Japanese

Over time, you two ended up getting pretty close and became friends, and eventually he confessed his feelings for you and you two started dating

You two now talked in Japanese most of the time, but you would still unconsciously switch back to your native language, since it was what you were used to

If you’re ever homesick, Bakugou will make you some kind of food that is from your country and he knows that you like, and then he’ll watch a movie from your country with you

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima is actually the first friend you make at U.A.

I know I say that in a lot of my different headcanon posts, but come on, he’s way too nice and accepting to not be your first friend

Whenever you guys first met, he was so patient while you tried speaking Japanese

He offers to teach you Japanese, but he low key sucks at teaching stuff, so after he realizing he’s not really helping, he finds an app for you to download on your phone that can help you learn more (if you don’t already have one)

Once your pretty fluent in Japanese, the two of you get along even better now that you’re able to communicate better

Eventually he confesses his feelings for you and the two of you get together

He likes when you tell stories about things that have happened to you in your old country, or crazy things that have happened in your hometown

He’ll commonly look up recipes from your country, and try to make them with you

Shoto Todoroki:

When Shoto found out that you were foreign, he really didn’t care all that much

You were just another student in his class, why should he be more curious about you than he would anybody else?

At least that’s what he thought, up until Aizawa paired you two up for a project

Shoto had a tendency to correct your Japanese whenever you two were talking, not realizing that it may hurt your feelings or embarrass you

He only realized this when he was working on the project with you in the library, and Midoriya was right next to the two of you and he kept hearing Shoto correct you

So Izuku pulled him off to the side and told him to stop correcting you, because it’s probably embarrassing you

After that, Shoto felt sort of bad, but he felt it would be more awkward if he apologized, so he didn’t

While you two worked on the project, Shoto got to know you and ended up developing a little crush on you

He talked to Midoriya about this, and he told Shoto that he should ask you out

He wasn’t sure how he should do it, so he asked Midoriya again, and he suggested that Shoto should learn how to ask you out in your native language and then ask you out like that

Shoto did it and it worked

He helped you learn Japanese better, and your relationship was going great

He doesn’t really pay any special attention to the fact that you’re from a different country, he only really remembers it when you two are going out to eat and you ask about what a certain food is and if it’s good or not

Denki Kaminari:

Denki got so excited when he found out that there was going to be a foreign student coming to U.A.

The second he saw you, he immediately was attracted to you and wanted to ask you out

So, the second you sat down in your new class before class started, he was up immediately and flirting with you

But since you didn’t know very much Japanese, you had no idea what he was saying, so you just sort of brushed it off

Denki got kind of upset about it, and just left you alone, since it was obvious that you didn’t like him

He only realized that you didn’t understand him when he was telling his friends about it later, and they told him that you probably didn’t know much Japanese

You ended up looking up half the things he said to you after school that day, and blushed when you realized he was complimenting you

The next day you walked up to him in class and apologized for brushing him off, before explaining the situation, which he already knew

You two ended up getting along pretty well

Before you two got to know each other, he just found you attractive because of your looks, but now he found you attractive because of your looks and personality

Eventually, he admits his feelings for you, and you return them, so you two start dating

For some reason, he loves to flex that you’re from a different country

Like if anybody says that you’re a cute couple, he’ll be like “Yeah, I know. They’re from h/c.”

He’ll sometimes ask what a certain word means in your native language, so he can compliment you in that language

He tries to learn the whole language, but it confuses him way too much

He even tries watching some of his favorite films, but in your native language, but he always gets bored halfway through and turns on the Japanese version

[selfshipprompts]

I've been wanting to get closer to these new f/os I got and normally I'll buy merch that reminds me of their outfits or such but I don't got enough money to do that rn and I was wondering if you had any other ideas I could do it would be a big help<3<33

hi anon! if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to reply or reblog with additions (or send an ask if you prefer anonymity!) ^^

though it's not for everyone, i personally like wearing jewellery that reminds me of my f/os! i wear them a lot anyways so rather than buying new things i like to pick out and wear what i already have that either reminds me of them, has a similar aesthetic or is something i think they would wear.. making your own is viable too! if you have embroidery thread you could make a friendship bracelet with fitting colors (this is something i do myself!)

i know people who like to print off pictures of their f/o(s), and either frame them or put them in their wallet or something to take around with them :) maybe if you could associate a body spray/perfume/cologne/etc. with an f/o to wear around, or use candles? setting them as your phone/pc/etc. wallpaper is a simple but effective one, you could also save clips of them if their source has any– i like listening to music associated with my f/os too (either their own theme, if they're from a game then bgm that plays in an area that makes me think of them, maybe just a random song that either makes me think of them or our dynamic..)

sometimes you just gotta think outside the box, anything can work !! maybe you can write them a letter, or keep a journal? baking could be fun too if there's anything you think they'd like. something as simple as going for a walk and keeping them in your thoughts could work.

of course there's also the good ol simple "re-watch/play/read/etc their source material" but that feels obvious :)

good luck !! tbh i wanna do more to connect with my f/os now that im thinking about it, haha ♡

[scaramoon]

comfort [levi, satan, barbatos, asmo; gn!mc]

anonymous said: Could you do levi, satan, barbatos, and asmo dealing with mc while they’re having an anxiety attack or a mental breakdown? Like, maybe mc is feeling overwhelmed by school work or something? Btw your writing is so soft <33

warnings/genre: anxiety/anxiety attacks, comfort, fluff(?), asmo picks mc up for a moment but like… he’s a demon and could therefore lift a car, it doesn’t matter your weight :]

a/n: reblogs are greatly appreciated >.<

━━ LEVIATHAN

levi is by far the most anxious out of all of his brothers, so anxiety and panic attacks aren’t exactly foreign to him

only this time he isn’t the one that’s anxious

well, he is, but it’s only because you’re upset and he doesn’t know what to say that would comfort you

normally this would cause an unending circle of anxiety, but while levi may not know what to say, he knows what to do

he’ll have your favorite snacks, your favorite movie or your comfort anime, anything at all that he knows you’ll like

talking about it with him can get a little more… difficult?

he still hasn’t figured out what to say, but even worse than that he doesn’t know what’s wrong or if you want to talk about it — or if you even want to talk about with him

because of course he cares about you, but what if he says the wrong thing? reacts the wrong way? whats he supposed to do if he accidentally upsets you more?

“hey… look at me, it’s alright.” he hates the way his voice sounds. the last thing he was right now was bored — so why had his voice sounded like that

yet you didn’t think so, no, his voice was soft. softer than it normally was anyway, laced with comfort although dipped in worry.

then his arms are wrapping around you and he’s pulling you closer to himself. one of his thumbs draws little circles into your back, his chin hooked over your shoulder. you could feel the steady and calm rise and fall of his chest like this, you could feel his breath hit your skin.

little did you know his own heart was beating out of his chest, but he figured he could ignore that for now. your anxiety was a lot more important to him than anything to do with himself.

it was a new feeling for him, but he couldn’t say that hated it.

━━ SATAN

at first, whenever he sees your crying and your breathing pattern becoming abnormal, his mind scatters into a million different directions

for once, satan is not as calm as he always is. but he knew showing you that would only worsen your anxiety

so he takes a deep breath for himself, trying to gather his thoughts

he’d read books on humans before, even more so when you’d arrived in the devildom, and he searches for memories of anything he’d read about anxiety or panic attacks

anxiety wasn’t unheard of for demons; it wasn’t common, but it wasn’t unheard of

“love… hey, love, it’s ok.” satan said, voice gentle. he always spoke softly, just a little quieter than one would expect from him, but it was much more apparent now.

he felt his heart break at the panic and tears in your eyes when you looked to him. ‘powerless’ was something that satan hated to feel. but here he was, sitting on the edge of your bed with you, feeling so small.

his grip around you was grounding, tight but not tight enough to crush you. your hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, but he couldn’t care any less. he pulled your head against his chest, leaning his cheek onto the top of your head.

“can you breathe with me, darling?”

your answer was a squeak, but the way you clung tighter to him gave him his answer.

he wasn’t practiced in breathing exercises. the closest he’d come is taking deep breaths and counting to ten whenever his was angry. he tried his best though, he’d try until he knew you were alright.

━━ BARBATOS

barbatos was always in tune to you and your feelings — it was an odd origin of comfort he supposed, but know that you were alright and happy calmed him nonetheless

and he could tell someone was off, so he’d kept a careful eye on you the past few days

he didn’t realize just how bad it was until he’d got a call from lucifer, who’d said something about you crying

(he didn’t know the exact words, he lost his composure for a moment when the realization that you weren’t ok struck him)

he was at the house of lamentation faster than lucifer realized was even possible, but he didn’t pay the fallen angel any attention as he searched for your room

a knock was heard on your door, but barbatos didn’t wait for your answer. he took a deep breath, trying to regain his calm aura in hopes to keep you calm too, and then quietly opened your door.

“darling?” he was quiet, but with concern in his voice that he tried to mask with what he hoped was a calming tone.

you could only squeak and gasp for breath in response, hugging your knees closer to your chest. the sleeve of your jacket wiped across your tearful eyes, although it wasn’t like that was going to make it much better.

he kneeled beside you where you were sitting against your wall. his hand came up to your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. a fond look was settled in his eyes whenever he looked at you, smile spread across his lips.

the truth was he was worried about you, but he knew that freaking out as well would only be detrimental in the end.

“can you take a deep breath for me?”

his other hand dropped to grab your hand, holding it close to his chest. you tried to match your breathing with his, though you and your breaths were shaky.

and it eventually worked, his calm voice whispering that you were ok — whether to himself or you, you didn’t really know.

━━ ASMO

he can seem to be aloof sometimes (and it’s true on some occasions), but he can be serious whenever he needs to be

especially if the situation involves you, especially if you’re upset over something

so when he hears your voice crack as you tell him you’re stepping a way for a moment to do something, he’s suddenly a lot less worried about the shirt he was holding and lot more worried about you

he doesn’t hesitate to follow you out of his closet and stop you before you have a chance to leave his room

“y/n! hey, where are you going dollface?” he says, and his voice gets softer the more he speaks.

you won’t turn around to look at him, and that’s his final indication. carefully, he takes a few more steps towards you until he standing behind you.

his arms wrap around your waist and rests the side of his face against your back. it’s surprising how calm he is right now, surprising for both you and him.

“everything ok? wanna talk?” he says, turning his face a little so he can press a kiss against your shoulder.

and then he feels your body shake as you try to hold back tears, hears your gasps for breath that you seemed to have lost and can’t catch.

and then he’s moving to pick you up, sitting on the bed with you on his lap. your legs are wrapped around his waist like this and he tucks your head into his chest. one hand rubs up and down your back, the other arm wrapped around you and holding you close.

“shh… hey, hey… c’mon, look at me, hm? can you- yeah, there’s my pretty baby. everything’s going to be alright, just breathe for me, ok?”

your hands tightly fist the fabric of his shirt when you nod and squeeze your eyes shut, still relying on shaky breaths, but he doesn’t mind in the least.

he can buy another shirt if this one gets stretched, by now he’s come to realize that his human is the most important thing to him.

[missmorosis]

sweeter than you

part of my weeklong shopping spree! (one 500+ word drabble a day!!)

request from anons! <33

pairing: guard/masked man!oikawa x princess!reader genre: fluff to angst i believe!!, royal au,  w/c: 1.1k warnings: none!! a/n: OKAY I HAD NO IDEA WHAT A HISTORICAL AU WAS SO I WENT WITH A ROYAL ONE BAHDHDHD- also UUHHH ive never written for anything other than the canon era so BDBFJFJ HERE WE GOOOOOO

Princess Y/N L/N.

All the kingdoms knew your name. The one who was full of beauty. Full of grace.

All the men wanted you near them, likely for the power, which was why you held masquerade balls.

There was only one rule: you had to be royalty to enter the ball, just to ensure both safety and the pure, royalty bloodline that your father pressured on you so hard.

You couldn't say you loved these balls, despite holding them so often. You did, however, keep holding them so that you wouldn't judge others by power like everyone did to you. If you didn't know who these men were, you wouldn't be able to judge them based off of social class. Simple.

If only it were the same for you. You were required to keep a mask off at all times, because these balls were for you to find a new king, whom you were to marry. How would they approach you if they didn't know who you were, after all? Men had been coming and chatting with you all night, and not one of them appealed to you.

And great: another approached you.

The man in front of you certainly didn't seem bad... not that you could tell with his mask hiding most of his face. He said a quick hello, and his voice sounded like you heard it before. The one downside was that you couldn't necessarily see who you were talking to. Maybe he had approached you earlier?

"Miss Y/N, correct?" A small bow, polite, but powerful.

"Why yes, I'm charmed to meet you." A quick curtsy, as graceful as can be. "You here to find love?"

"Here for a chance to make my future brighter, so that would be a yes," he said inevitably. Of course he was: everybody was.

They were all looking for you, of course. Your hand in marriage was insanely important, but also insanely hard to get... especially because you already had your eyes on someone who was deemed "off-limits." By off limits, you meant that the one that has somehow captured your heart was merely a guard, and you needed someone of royal status.

Oikawa Tooru, the royal guard, had somehow managed to charm his way into your heart. The heart that so many were after.

Which reminded you...

"I must ask... are you of royal blood?" While it was a requirement to enter the ball, you had to make sure. You took a small sip of whatever drink was in your cup. It was likely a delightful punch: one of your favorites.

"Let's say I am not, what would then happen?" the man pressed.

You pondered for a moment, "Well then, all hopes of a chance at a future together would be crushed, I suppose." Another small sip, but this time, you hid a smile behind it.

"Well then, I am of royal blood." You bit your lip. Maybe this one had a chance? You weren't sure what it was, but he was special. With that thought, you chose to offer him a drink.

"Would you like... some punch?"

"I would be more than honored," he bowed once more. You smiled, pleased with how this was turning out, as you poured him a glass of the blood-red drink. "I could never be loved by anyone sweeter than you, princess."

The term "princess" had never been told to you so endearingly before, but you couldn't say it didn't make your heart skip. You felt your cheeks turn rosy; if it weren't for your mask, all of the guests around the ball would have seen you flustered beyond belief. The man in front of you seemed to notice: his eyes gleamed playfully.

Why was he different than the others? Why were you blushing? you asked yourself. Something about his aura was humble but arrogant, powerful and charming. It drew you in.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that," you replied with a polite giggle, to which the stranger promptly kissed your knuckles on your left hand, aiming for the fourth finger from the right.

Where the wedding ring would traditionally go, you noted. You couldn't tell if that was intentional or not, but the gesture itself was touching enough. You also didn't know why your brain shifted to marriage.

"I assure you, I do," he whispered. You caught a glimpse of the sweet smirk on the other side of the mask this mysterious stranger was hiding behind.

His dark brown eyes bore into yours; the amethysts decorating his mask sparkled in your view, begging for the spotlight, but the real gem was his soft, comforting gaze.

A soft, comforting, and... familiar gaze.

"Do... do I know you?" You knew that you knew him... from somewhere. A wave of deja vu washed over you, but you couldn't quite place a finger on where you recognized him from.

"Miss-" His voice suddenly broke character as he switched from playful to desperate. He could no longer keep up the act.

Your fingers slowly reached for his mask, ready to pull it off, and it finally clicked. Cursing at yourself from falling too deep without noticing his true identity sooner, you didn't even need to take off the mask to know exactly who it was.

"...Tooru?" Your heart sank. "From the royal guard?"

You remember him now: the sweet, charming guard who was always by your side. The one who didn't let you out of their sight. The one who never failed to make you laugh, and the one who happened to be standing in front of you, posed as royalty.

The one who you named "the person who captured your heart."

"I'm so sorry-" He froze, not even knowing what to say now that he wasn't hiding in the safety of anonymity any longer. "I- I must go."

"Wait-" you reached for his wrist, making him pause momentarily.

"I could never belong to anyone sweeter than you, Miss Y/N," he pulled away from your grasp, your fingers grazing st the fingertips for just a second longer before he let go. "But alas, I am nothing but a guard."

As the eldest child, your responsibility was to marry royalty, and while the ever-so-charming Oikawa was right there for you, it was true that he wasn't royalty. You knew of this, of course, and you would eagerly get rid of this rule if it weren't for the consequences that came with it.

Oh, the sacrifices for love.

"Good bye," he whispered, before disappearing into the night, and never seen again.

tags!! @floralkawa @ray-ofmoonlight @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner @idontlikeyourjob @sushijimawakatoshi @bokutsumie @felixsamour @kozu-zumi @tsumushima @jesssobs @nachotrash @tsukkisberry @crystal-lilac @hannas16 @cherriesradio​

[glimmerglanger]

Hello glimmer! I know spicy Sundays just started but since most of the spicy asks you get seem to be for obi kin, I wondered if you had any codywan requests? if not, perhaps would you be open to some kinkier codywan times? we’ve seen many variations of obikin getting rough and i love how soft codywan is but do you think they ever got up to some shenanigans that left them both completely like 🤯🤯🤯 afterwards?

Anonymous said:

hii i was the anon who asked about spicy codywan and suddenly i’ve forgotten every kink i’ve ever read and blushing like a victorian maiden. hm, just them being rougher in general? omgim so sorry i’m really bad at being specific but maybe like some post-battle adrenaline/i gotta have you now energy? possibly some manhandling or cody holding his wrists down or unplanned multiple orgasms? *covers face* whichever ones you’re comfortable with of course! thank you!!! <33

:D Thank you for the request for spicy Codywan times! Your asks really also got me thinking about different vibes for different ships. I really do tend towards softness with Codywan. In fact, this is still pretty gentle! However, it’s also manhandling and holding down and--

Anonymous said:

psst glimmer, i found ur writings on the subj of *overstimulation* to be most edifying. would u ever think about writing more, just as a spicy prompt in and of itself? Because ur spice week fic was incredible, but i would be equally thrilled to read it in any other ~circumstances~ if you ever felt up to it. thank u for being u, bye!

overstimulation :D

ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY! It is time for Spicy Sunday! Codywan (obviously), established relationship, set during the Clone Wars. Not safe for wizards! Very spicy!

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Obi-Wan was sprawled delightfully out on his side by the time Cody came out of the fresher with a damp rag. Obi-Wan had made vague noises about getting up to clean himself off, but hadn’t put up much of a fight when Cody nipped his shoulder and suggested he stay the kriff put for five clicks. 

Cody had barely been gone a minute - just long enough to wash himself off, cleaning come and lube off his cock and thighs - and he stopped, hit low in the gut just by the picture in front of him. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten lucky enough to end up in Obi-Wan’s quarters regularly, how he’d managed to secure what they had, the hastily snatched moments of connection and pleasure.

But it had led to this, to the line of Obi-Wan’s back, his head braced up on one arm, legs both above the blankets, long and lean and freckled, here and there. He was rolled away from the fresher, his skin painted blue by whatever he was reading on the pad in front of him.

He looked…. Soft. Warm. Relaxed.

All the things he hadn’t looked for days on end on Tripludil. Cody shook his head, once, and made his legs move forward again, bracing a knee on the bunk. “Mm,” Obi-Wan said, glancing over his shoulder, a drowsy smile on his mouth, “I was wondering if you were just going to stand there staring.”

Cody flushed, just a little, shifting fully onto the bed. “Can’t blame me for enjoying the view,” he said, and Obi-Wan snorted a little laugh. It was so good to hear him laughing, but the sound was rougher than it usually was.

Obi-Wan had screamed, on Tripludil. Long and ragged, when--

Cody shoved those memories to the side. Obi-Wan was fine. Bones had said so, after patching him up. He was fine, and Cody knew that, too. He’d performed his own assessment with hands and mouth.

“Enjoy away,” Obi-Wan said, “but if I could have the rag…?”

“Mm.” Cody considered and then shook his head, sprawling down beside Obi-Wan. “No, I’ve got it.” He put a hand on Obi-Wan’s thigh, muscles firm under his palm, smooth scars under his fingers, old wounds. 

“Oh, that’s--” Obi-Wan said, and trailed off with a little indrawn hiss when Cody pushed his thigh out, a little. 

“Let me,” Cody murmured, though, honestly, the view was distracting him, again. He could see reddened marks on Obi-Wan’s hips, put there by his hands. There were smears of wet, across Obi-Wan’s ass and his inner thighs. Cody wiped at one, nudging Obi-Wan’s leg further out and swallowing.

He’d been half-hard since he came out of the fresher and got an eyeful of Obi-Wan, sprawled out and fucked out. His cock ached, fully hard against his stomach, as he trailed his hand up a little higher. Obi-Wan’s rim was reddened. Shiny. There was a smear of come, across the firm curve of his ass.

Cody dropped the rag, forgetting about it. He slid his fingers through the come - his come - instead, listening to Obi-Wan take a hitching breath, somewhere further up the bed. He pushed his fingers across skin, inward. 

He wasn’t thinking, really, when he brushed fingers across Obi-Wan’s rim, and he was so soft, there, so hot when Cody slid a finger into him, eliciting another gasping sound. Obi-Wan was stretched, still. Cody had fucked him hard - needing it, needing to hear him cry out in something besides pain, needing--

“Fuck.” Cody stared as he slid his finger back out, again, all wet and slick with his own come, the lube they’d used. Obi-Wan felt hotter than usual, but he would, Cody thought, all tender and just-fucked. His skin was hot and reddened and he groaned, loudly, when Cody slid another finger into him. 

Obi-Wan shifted, and Cody reached up without thinking, put a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and pushed, rocking up onto his knees. He felt the moan in Obi-Wan’s chest, it reverberated up through his hand as he twisted his fingers, so achingly hard again, just like that. 

“That, ah, doesn’t feel like cleaning me up,” Obi-Wan said, his voice raspier. The light on his pad had gone off from lack of use. The only light came from the fresher, illuminating Obi-Wan’s bent leg, his back, the lovely movements of Cody’s hand.

“You weren’t that messy,” Cody said, his voice gone lower. It was true enough, anyway. He’d taken Obi-Wan into his mouth, earlier, swallowed him down and licked up any smears he’d missed. And he’d pushed his come back in. Obi-Wan wasn’t, truly, messy at all. Just warm and soft and safe, gasping when Cody tugged against the rim of him from the inside.

“Are you planning to fix that?” Obi-Wan asked, all breathy and that was, really, a brilliant idea. 

Cody swore, twisted his fingers and fucked in a third, fascinated by the way Obi-Wan stretched around them, by the heat radiating off of him, by the slick wetness, by the way Obi-Wan tilted his hips up, groaning.

Obi-Wan shifted again, on the bed, and Cody leaned more weight on his shoulder without thinking, an automatic response because he wanted Obi-Wan to stay right where he was, right on his fingers. He adjusted the angle, and Obi-Wan’s breath punched out as he got it right.

Obi-Wan was rocking his hips, just a little, back into Cody’s touch, down against the bed. Cody wondered if he were hard again. If he could come again. Cody had made him come that way before, taking him apart from the inside, applying pressure just so and--

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan ground out, hands clenched in the blankets, face turned to one side, breathing faster. “Fuck, Cody--”

“Yeah,” Cody agreed, because he’d gotten too used to hearing Obi-Wan’s voice wrecked and cracking for all the wrong reasons. He adjusted his grip, palm on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, constant pressure to keep him still. “Come on, just like that.”

“I--” Obi-Wan shivered, and he looked achingly tender, stretched so well around Cody’s fingers, slick and hot and good, the little movements of his hips getting jerkier. Cody felt it when he came, felt it in the way muscles tightened around his fingers, in the way Obi-Wan’s breath punched out, in the way he sank against the mattress. 

Obi-Wan just melted, all the tension gone out of him, and he’d be laying in a mess. One that needed cleaned up. Still, Cody thought they could probably make it a little bigger, before cleaning it away.

Obi-Wan gasped when he slid his fingers out, looking over his shoulder with bleary eyes as Cody shifted. It felt good to blanket Obi-Wan’s back, to settle against him, sucking a kiss onto his shoulder. He fit perfectly between Obi-Wan’s thighs, cock sliding against slick, hot skin, and Obi-Wan--

Sucked in a breath beneath him, making a hoarse little sound.

Cody’s heart was pounding too hard. He ached with the desire to grip Obi-Wan’s hips, tilt them just so, and fuck in. Obi-Wan had felt so good around his fingers - around his cock, not so very long ago - and he wanted. 

He panted, nuzzling against the back of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “Can I?”

There was a beat where Obi-Wan said nothing, thinking, fuck, and then he jerked out a nod and rasped, “Yes. Kriffing--yes.”

Cody swore, pushing up and kissing his mouth, hard and fast, nipping at his bottom lip. Obi-Wan groaned, thickly, when Cody shifted back, sliding both hands down his body, gripping his hips and urging him up onto his knees.

There was a mess under him, come smeared across the blankets and his stomach. Cody had done that, made him feel that good. And, fuck, Cody wanted to make him feel better, wanted to overfill him with pleasure, wanted--

To grip Obi-Wan’s hips just so and press the head of his cock against hot, reddened flesh. It had to be tender. The knowledge of just how tender made his gut tighter. They’d spent little time on prep, the first time. And Obi-Wan had only just come, he had to be aching, feeling it as Cody pushed forward.

Obi-Wan moaned, shoulders rounding over, his hands fisted in the sheets, pulling at the blankets. Cody stilled, barely inside him, and rasped out, “Is it--?”

“Good,” Obi-wan gasped out. “It’s good, Cody, I can take it. Just--fuck me.”

And Cody had never been able to deny him anything. Not since the first time they’d met. He swore, breathlessly, and slid the rest of the way in on one stroke, treasuring the sound Obi-Wan made, the hot softness of his body.

Obi-Wan couldn’t run off, headlong into danger, not with Cody buried inside him. He couldn’t throw himself into the path of this monster or the other, not the way he had on Tripludil. No one could hurt him, make him see things that weren’t there, make him scream--

Obi-Wan made a sharp, ragged sound when Cody slid out and fucked back into him, hard. Cody wondered, hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, shifting so he could see the way Obi-Wan took him, the wet slide of his cock, if Obi-Wan had ever screamed for pleasure, instead of pain.

He shivered down his back, and Obi-Wan shifted, down on the mattress, as though to rise to his elbows, and--

Cody didn’t really think about leaning forward, over him. He didn’t really think about taking his hands off of Obi-Wan’s hips. He pressed down on one of Obi-Wan’s shoulders, got another ragged, hungry sound at the effort. 

Obi-Wan reached a hand back, fingers flared, and Cody didn’t know what he was reaching for. He snatched Obi-Wan’s arm, heard him groan, and dragged his wrist up, arm twisting, pressing Obi-Wan’s wrist to his back. Cody tightening his fingers, keeping Obi-Wan just so, safe and--

“Oh, fuck,” Obi-Wan gasped, eyes wide and dazed, flushed across his cheeks and down his neck, all over his shoulders. His fingers clenched and unclenched on nothing, his pulse racing under Cody’s palm. There was a steady banging sound from somewhere, but Cody couldn’t tell from where and didn’t fucking care, at that moment.

He just needed to - to keep punching those perfect noises out of Obi-Wan’s chest, to watch his expression go all pleasure-drunk, to fuck into him, holding off his own orgasm as long as possible, because he didn’t want to the moment to end.

Nothing could last forever. 

Cody came, breathing hard, with sweat running down his back. He jerked his hand off of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, bracing on the bed as his weight came down, as he slumped, buried as deep as he could get.

He still held Obi-Wan’s arm, twisted up against his back, smashed between their bodies. He made himself let go, breathing against the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, the skin there hot and damp with sweat, and rasped, “Fucking hell.”

Obi-Wan groaned in agreement, nodding a little against the sheets, and it took Cody’s orgasm-slow thoughts a second to notice the tension still in his shoulders. It only took another second after that for Cody to slide a hand onto Obi-Wan’s chest, down his stomach, finding him--

Hard and waiting.

Obi-Wan jerked, when Cody curled fingers around him. He gasped out, “Ah!”

“No?” Cody asked, stroking down over his cock, enjoying the idea of touching Obi-Wan, of bringing him off while Cody was still buried inside him, softening. But twice in a night was pushing it for Obi-Wan, already, a third time was--

Obi-Wan squirmed around him, under him, muscles twitching and jumping. He panted out, “I don’t know if, ah, if I can.” 

Cody stilled his hand, breathing hard, working to focus. He nuzzled into the short hair at the back of Obi-Wan’s neck and rasped, “That’s not a yes or a no.” He pressed a kiss to the soft, delicate skin beneath his lips, where no one else got to touch Obi-Wan. Not like this. “Tell me what you want.”

Obi-Wan shivered. Cody felt it, translating over between their bodies, and waited, fingers just curled around Obi-Wan’s cock. 

He felt a kick in his gut when Obi-Wan finally rasped, “I want - ah - to find out. If i can.”

“Good,” Cody panted out, too gone to try to prevaricate, to find any less honest response. He took his hand away, just long enough to smear palm and fingers through the mess on Obi-Wan’s stomach, between his legs. Obi-Wan cried out when Cody gripped him again, stroking him sure and fast, just the way he’d learned that Obi-Wan liked.

And, oh, the sounds Obi-Wan made, the way he turned his face against the sheets, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open around gasps, so hot where Cody was sunk into him, was….perfection itself. Cody pressed kisses to his neck, his shoulders, wherever he could reach, listening to him groan, feeling the muscles in his back and thighs tensing. 

Feeling himself get hard again.

It took a delicious stretch of time to coax out Obi-Wan’s orgasm, and Cody enjoyed each moment, each tremble and shake of it. And when Obi-Wan spilled over his fingers - he came almost dry, which set off a wave of satisfaction in Cody’s head - Cody was still sunk into him, impossibly hard agan, because how could he not be, not after--

“Oh, Force,” Obi-Wan groaned out, when Cody shifted his hips, and, then, before Cody could ask, he gasped out, “yes, fuck me, please.”

[greatbigbellies]

New commission story. This is an anonymous commission about a dysfunctional couple who wind up pregnant with sextuplets! Contains heavy multiples pregnancy, stuffing, humiliation, and discomfort.

They had been dating for three months, and living together for one, and Morgan was already at his wits end. Lilith, his girlfriend, was lovely, and sweet, and pretty, and all the things he wanted in a girl… but she was also ungodly frustrating because of one reason, and one reason only: she refused to do ANYTHING that might be considered work.

She was between jobs, hadn’t so much as taken out the trash, and still hadn’t unpacked from moving in with Morgan! Now he made good money. Morgan could support the two of them and then some, and he didn’t want a maid for a girlfriend, but what he did want was some backup. Coming home from work every day to see Lilith sitting on the couch playing videogames, with a sink full of dirty dishes, a can full of trash, and a pile of takeout containers was absolutely grating.

So finally, he hatched a plan. Something almost cartoonishly vindictive, but it had to be done, as far as Morgan was concerned. He’d ruin her. He’d knock her up, stuff her full of food, and watch her inflate like a balloon. If she wasn’t going to move, then he’d make her physically incapable of moving! Multiples ran in both of their families, so with any luck, she’d land pregnant with more than one. He also did all of the cooking. ALL of it. So sneaking fertility meds into her meals wouldn’t be too difficult either, he’d decided. And so, his campaign of corpulence began.

13 Weeks

“Nrrrrggghhh… come ON! Damnit!” Lilith swore as she attempted to button her favorite jeans. They had been holding up well through the first trimester, stretching with her skin, but that was starting to change. Of course, a lot had changed in the last 3 months… she’d found herself pregnant, with SEXTUPLETS no less, and was dealing with the ramifications poorly. She’d been stress eating a lot, something Morgan had been enabling quite a bit, and her tummy was already showing some growth. Both from food and babies, her waistline had a definite visible baby bump, and her belly button was flattened and preparing to pop.

“What’s wrong?” asked Morgan as he stepped into the room, a smile in his voice. He looked to see her wearing just jeans and a bra, fighting with the waistline of her pants. “I’m too big for my favorite pair of jeans! These have the cute patches in them!” she lamented. “Oh babe...” he trailed off, circling around to her front. He pulled something out of his pocket and knelt down. She eyed him suspiciously, not sure where he was going with this. He revealed the item to be a thin rubber band, which he stuck through the button hole and wrapped both ends around the base of the button. “Voila!” he grinned. She frowned in return. “Really? A rubber band? They’re not buttoned properly, people will judge me!” “Babe, we’re just going to the mall, it’ll be fine, now put a shirt on and do your makeup so we can get going!” he urged. “Are we going by JCPenny’s to get me a bigger wardrobe?” she asked. Morgan had turned to leave but stopped at the question. He had to think of an excuse quickly. 

“Not yet…” he said. “But I’ll get my quarterly bonus soon, then we’ll go clothes shopping then!” he lied. She crossed her arms and glared at him, somewhat temperamental from pregnancy hormones. “You’re really going to make me walk around with unbuttoned pants and a top that rides up because you want to wait for a bonus?!” he grumped. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “We can’t be all willy-nilly with money anymore, Lilith, we have six kids on the way!” he retorted. Her face tightened, then softened. He was right. She rubbed her tummy and sighed. “Yeah, okay, what’s like… one more week with tight clothes? Your bonus is coming in soon right?” He nodded, “Any day now,”

20 weeks

 7 more weeks came and went, and Lilith saw no sign of that bonus… or her feet. Now looking full term with one baby, Morgan had been doing a number on her figure. All of the weight seemed to gravitate to her midriff, and so her tummy grew both with child and with a thin layer of fat. Still despite the small wrapping of chub, her bellybutton managed to work its way into a full fledged outie, about as big around as her thumb. 

She sat on the couch in her usual spot, playing a first person shooter on the console, but it didn’t feel the same anymore. She’d gotten in an argument with Morgan before he went to work. A conversation about job prospects got ugly when Morgan pointed out she was too visibly pregnant for anyone to hire her. “Get comfy babe,” he’d said, almost mockingly, “You’re not going anywhere for a while,” There was some yelling, and swearing, and Morgan ended up stomping out the door, it was an all around rotten day.

That was, until the door opened, to reveal Morgan carrying what had to be $40+ dollars in takeout from Lilith’s favorite restaurant. “Oh my god, babe, what’s all this?” she asked, turning to watch him. “I felt bad about our fight earlier, so I bought enough food to keep you and the babies happy, as a gesture of good will,” he explained. “Oh, honey, that’s so sweet of you, but I already had dinner! I-” “All the better!” he cut her off. “You’re eating for seven now, and the doc said to let you eat as much as you could, so…” he set the bags on the coffee table beside her. Morgan smiled down at Lilith, looking at her with those cold steel blue eyes. Lilith brushed some of her bright blue hair behind her ear and broke eye contact. “I don’t know hon… that’s a lot of food there…” she trailed off.

Morgan sat next to her, between Lilith and the food, and placed a hand on her bare midriff, running a palm over her stretching skin. “I know it feels like a lot, but this is for the babies! We have to get them up to weight by the time you’re full term, and the only way to do that is to eat everything your stomach can handle,” he explained, somewhat firmly. She sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right, for the babies,” she took the first of three heaping takeout containers full of teriyaki chicken, chow mein, and rice, and got to work. 

Morgan kept close to make sure she ate every last bite, only getting up to bring her water when she asked for it. The first box went down pretty quickly, her pregnant appetite getting the best of her. The second was remarkably slower, and Morgan could see it filling out her tummy, causing it to push farther out, just slightly. By the time they hit the third box, she was struggling. “Babe I’m too full… I’m done,” she whined in protest. “Nope, you need to finish what you started,” Morgan said, once again rather firmly. “Morgan I’m gonna throw up if I push it any more…” He took the plastic fork and gathered a mix of rice, chicken, and noodles, and slowly delivered it to her mouth. “Just one more bite, for the babies,” he smiled coyly. She begrudgingly took the bite and began chewing, brushing her blue hair out of her sweaty face. 

She was the fullest she’d ever felt, her belly feeling overstretched from a combination of growing babies and filled stomach. The pressure radiated from her midriff to make her whole body uncomfortable. She was miserable, and Morgan knew it. He tried not to show his enjoyment, but the truth was this was going better than he could have hoped for. 6 babies would leave her massive, and his mission to stuff her with every calorie under the sun was going smoothly. At this rate, they’d need a bigger bed to both fit on, an expense he was more than willing to make happen.

33 weeks

Lilith’s flip-flops pattered against her feet as she waddled toward the mall food court, moving as quickly as she could, which admittedly wasn’t very quick at all in her state. Wearing shorts that were stretched to capacity, held up with Morgan’s rubber band trick, and a “PINK” tank top that functioned more as a bra than anything else, she blushed red as she made her way. Everyone, from the young to the elderly, stared at her, or more specifically, her massive, mountainous middle. She was rivalling octomom in size, and the bigger she got, the more Morgan found excuses to take her out. He held her hand and tugged her along, leading the charge to the burger joint. 

“Babe everyone is staring! I want to go home!” she hissed at him. He turned to give her a side-eyed look and hiss back “You’ll be fine. Now come on, the babies are hungry!” the pair rounded a corner and Lilith came face-to-face with her highschool BFF. Gwen. “Lilith?” she asked, recognizing the hair color. “Y-yeah…” stammered Lilith. Morgan beamed. “Oh my god! Girl you didn’t tell me you were preggers!?” Gwen smiled and circled around to give Lilith a genuine hug. The two girls looked to Morgan, Gwen with excitement, and Lilith with embarrassment. “And Morgan, you’re looking suave as usual,” Gwen smiled. Morgan smirked. “Why thank you,” Gwen turned her attention to Lilith’s pendulous belly, “Gosh I wondered why I haven’t heard from you in months!? When’s the baby shower? I wanna spoil this little…” she trailed off… “These little… guys?” she asked. “We don’t know the sexes yet-” Lilith was cut off “In about a month and a half, we’re going to have lots of fun little games centered about this tank right here,” Morgan gave Lilith’s belly a hearty pat, “So tell all your girlfriends they’re invited, cause it’s going to be big!” he grinned. Lilith shot him a radioactive death glare, but he ignored it, his plans already in motion. “Okay! I gotta run cause I can’t be late for an interview but I’ll catch up later! Bye hon!” she said, running off. 

“Bye… Gwen…” Lilith shot another look at Morgan. “What the hell was that?! We’re NOT having a babyshower!” “Says you,” Morgan smirked. He proceeded to pile it on, “But your friend was so excited! Are you really going to dash her hopes like that? She just wants to spend time with you,” Lilith pouted, “I… guess so…” her response was cut off by a deep rumbling from her tummy. Morgan shot her a mischievous grin and took her hand again, continuing their trek.

Seeing as she was too big to fit in the booths, Morgan sat Lilith down at one of the chairs, and went off to order. She could feel all eyes on her as she placed a hand on her tummy to try to calm the movement she felt deep inside. What was in reality only a few minutes felt like hours as she waited for Morgan to return with the food. She was happy when she heard him approach, but was upset at what she saw him carrying. “That’s six burgers!?” she whisper-yelled incredulously. “Yeah, one for each baby!” stated Morgan, matter-of-factly. “I’m not about to pig out in front of all of these people!?” 

Morgan’s smile dropped when she said that. “Are you really going to let the stares of a few strangers deny food for your babies? OUR kids?” Lilith sighed. “Well… no, but can we take this home?” her tummy rumbled again in protest. “I don’t think they can wait,” Morgan whispered. “F-fine… but when I’m full I’m stopping,” she sighed. Morgan placed both hands on the firm, warm front of her belly, feeling her popped bellybutton under his right palm. “You’ll stop when THEY’RE full, alright?” Lilith looked down at herself. Her massive, bloated, overly pregnant self, and sighed. “Yes dear,”

She picked up the first juicy, tender steakburger he’d gotten her, and took a huge bite. The food itself actually tasted great, the mustard, tomato, and pickles. She had been craving pickles today, she just didn’t want to admit it. One by one, each burger disappeared into her huge pregnant gut, eliciting happy kicks from its occupants. Morgan smiled as he watched her. These burgers would have given her trouble a month ago, but now? Her stomach was stretched, her babies were hungry, and she had the capacity to be a professional speed-eater, all thanks to him.

Lilith was enamored by the tastiness of the burgers, she was downing one after another, about 40 seconds a piece. She was starting to get embarrassed though. The way Morgan was grinning at her… the way the other mall goers were just… staring. She was a big, fat, pregnant spectacle… and she hated it. She felt a *pop* from the front of her shots and her heavy belly lurched forward slightly, and she knew what had happened. “Uh oh, babe,” Morgan said loudly. “Looks like that rubber band wasn’t strong enough against your belly. I guess you were right,” he shrugged. Lilith’s cheeks burned with bright red embarrassment, but she kept eating, pretending not to hear him.

She jumped slightly as she felt his hand touch her bare tummy, rubbing it gently. “Now isn’t this better? Eating to your stomach’s content?” she swatted at him and pointed to the nearby slushy stand. “Cherry,” she grunted through a mouthful of food. “Whatever you say,” he slipped away. In reality, she just wanted some space from him. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, he’d been so clingy, spending every spare moment with her, making her eat and drink. “For the babies” had become as commonplace as breathing, she felt like, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was doing this all on purpose.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his quick return. “They were out of cherry, so I got you tiger’s blood,” he said, handing her the 44 oz drink. She swiped it form him with one hand, and polished off the sixth and final burger with the other. She felt heavy. Well… heavier, as the six greasy sandwiches settled in her gut. 7 more weeks… then she’d be due, and this would all be over.

39 weeks

Morgan had made good of his promise. He threw a baby shower, and Lilith was the center of attention, despite her wishes. Gwen, along with four other friends of theirs, had come to the party, and despite the relatively small gathering, Lilith felt absolutely smothered. She sat in her usual spot, in the center of the couch, and she was surrounded by her physically close, if not emotionally close friends. Her tummy had absolutely ballooned, and she was so big she couldn’t reach her popped navel anymore. While she’d stayed relatively free of stretchmarks, red and purple veins made themselves known on her shiny, overstretched skin. Her underbelly hung between her legs, which were forced to spread to make room for her massive mound of a womb.

No matter what she did, how much she complained, or what she threatened, Morgan would not buy her maternity clothes. Her belly hung proudly on display for all to see, weather she liked it or not. This had become so much more apparent during the shower. While Morgan brought food and drinks for all, Lilith sat planted on the couch, cooed at and touched like a walking petting zoo. She felt like she couldn’t go 10 seconds without a hand brushing against her belly, and the visible motion from the sextuplets inside did not help. “You’re positively glowing!” They all said. “You exude motherhood!” “I hope I look as good as you when I’m pregnant!” she hated all of it.

She snapped out of her surly stupor when she heard Gwen address her by name. “Lilith, I haven’t seen you covered up once this whole pregnancy! What made you decide to go belly-out the whole time?” Lilith forced a grin, “Well, Morgan had a LOT to do with it,” she replied, mentally grinding her teeth. “You’re just so brave, like it’s such a powerful look! You’re like ‘look out world, pregnant mama coming through’!” Gwen laughed, resting a hand on the side of Lilith’s gargantuan midriff. Morgan stepped into the room with some sort of plastic box. “You girls ready for another game?” he asked. Lilith turned red, the last game had been all about guessing the measurement of her waistline. All the guests had estimated her bigger than she was, and Morgan made a big show of measuring her, having a hard time getting the tape measure all the way around. 72 inches. She was 72 inches around. She was bigger around than she was tall. She almost cried at the realization.

Morgan opened the box to reveal a rainbow of different body paints and brushes, “You all get to belly paint!” Every girl there except for Lilith beamed with excitement. The various paints and brushes were snatched up lightening fast, and before she realized fully what was happening, Lilith was surrounded by five women all kneeling around her and applying paint to her overstretched, pregnant skin. Lilith couldn’t see what was being painted on her due to her sheer size, but she could only imagine how awful and embarrassing it would all look. Morgan already had his camera out, taking pictures.

Shivers went down her spine as Lilith felt the bristles and thick paint run over her sensitive bellybutton, Gwen giggling as she ran the brush up and down. Lilith felt so embarrassed, so large was her middle that she could be used as five canvases at once! Her face turned redder and she frowned as Morgan snapped shot after shot of her massive, bare tummy.

As time passed Lilith grew increasingly agitated. The sensation of paint brushes on her belly was absolutely grating, and the feeling of dry paint caking on the skin wasn’t helping either. She realized she was getting hungry, which was only souring her mood more. She felt her stomach gurgle and saw Morgan’s eyes light up. He as attuned to the sound of her rumbling tummy like a shark to blood, Lilith could tell he had something planned for this event in particular. Her belly rumbled again, this time louder, and the girls started to notice. “Damn girl, we gotta get you fed!” said Gwen, patting the belly. “You must be dying over there!” Lilith shook her head, “No, no I’m fine, I just need-” “Some cake!” beamed Morgan as he carried in a triple layer devils food cake. Lilith gulped.

“Gosh Morgan you treat her so well!” said one of the girls. “Anything for my girl!” he replied, setting the cake on the shelf of her belly. Lilith’s pleading eyes met Morgan’s powerful gaze, and she knew he was about to make her pig out. Right here. In front of all of her friends. He took a seat next to her on the couch, grabbed a fork, and scraped off a big mouthful. “Say Ahh,” he whispered. The girls went back to talking amongst themselves and painting, and Lilith was feeling pinned down by the weight of her sextuplet belly, and triple layer cake. She winced, and took the bite. “There… for the babies,” Morgan said, getting another forkful.

Bite after bite went down and Lilith could feel the brushes on her tummy slow down until nobody was painting anymore. All eyes were on her. She chewed and swallowed bite after bite of the sickeningly sweet cake, the frosting getting on her face and the top of her belly. She felt a couple of hands start feeling up her belly again as she pushed past the halfway mark of the cake.

It was so heavy and rich, and Lilith could feel every bite of it go right to her midriff. The babies began to stir and kick, which only landed more hands on her tummy. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Bite. Chew. Swallow. It became almost rhythmic as she entered a food induced trance. She could faintly hear the girls saying things like “wow, she can really put it away,” and “Is she going to stop?” and “I think I feel her belly getting tighter!”, but she was lost to the caloric intake and sheer, painful embarrassment. 

She only came to when the cake stopped coming. When she had eaten it all. Gwen clapped for her. Morgan gave her a kiss on the cheek to congratulate her. Everyone else kept their hands on her belly. “She gets real strong cravings for chocolate sometimes,” Joked Morgan, the other girls giggling at her expense. Moran got his camera back out. “Smile!” he said, mockingly, as he snapped a photo. 

A perfect shot of Lilith, 39 weeks pregnant with six babies, her belly bare, resting between her legs. Her tummy was covered in little paint doodles of flowers, trees, landscapes, and stick figure families, except for the top shelf, which was stained brown from the smeared chocolate. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavily through it, feeling ready to burst. Morgan sat down next to her again, and showed her the picture on the camera’s display screen. “This is you babe!” he laughed. “This is what you really are!”