#so my time at home to destress is disappearing

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

Every. Single. Fricking. Day.

at the end of the day it’s not that you hate your job - actually, you like working, you like routine, you like feeling like an adult - it’s that any time you fuck anything up, you feel like you’re fucking dying.

because you could be actually fucking dying. because if one day you wake up and you misunderstood something - you could lose your job, and nobody is hiring, and nobody is paying, and nobody takes people like you, and that job you want hasn’t gotten back to you. and what exactly are you going to do without insurance? good luck with those meds. you should have thought of that before being a person.

so it’s not just that you forgot to CC someone on an email, it’s that if you don’t have this job, you can’t afford rent. it’s not that you misread a comment, it’s that if you get fired, you will be in massive amounts of unpayable debt. it’s not that you are bad at your job, but here are the stakes as they have been decided for you: be perfect or fucking die. like, literally, die. that is how much safety net you have: none.

it’s not burnout, technically. but you literally just had two typos in your work, and you’re already picturing the ending. you want to throw up & curl up & make it all go away. it is two typos. if he decides he is mad at you, you lose literally everything.

your mom says that you seem stressed. the thing is that you have never known a job that isn’t stressful. welcome to capitalism. there is no other road, only this one. what the fuck is a career. you come here, and we hold your life against the barrel of a gun, and somewhere someone is spinning the chamber and pulling. eventually the bullet will come.

you live in a mugging. your boss owns three cars and has four kids. you worry about having enough to feed your dog. good luck. beg for forgiveness. CC the right people next time and be grateful, kid. somebody has it worse than you. someone, probably, has it worse than you. so what if you can’t sleep or eat or focus. your work chat sound literally makes you panic. you had to change the sounds of computer notifications so you’d stop having such an upset stomach.

welcome to the real world! the rat race! the dog eat dog circus!

your doctor studies the results and frowns at you. “it’s bad for your heart,” she says. “try to reduce your levels of stress.”

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 138 }

butterfly kisses.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

the moment jinwoo came home from his duties as a hunter, you knew that he was upset.

his eyes were still glowing a vibrant purple the moment he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and slams it shut. you greet him as per usual, waiting just a few feet away from the door with a gentle smile on your face like the adoring lover that you were-

yet the moment his harsh gaze met with your eyes, you were taken aback by the sheer coldness in them.

it was during moments like these that you received a harsh reminder of just who your boyfriend was. he was chosen as the next shadow monarch, seeming to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders as he fought for those he wished to protect.

but the rest of the world had yet to realize just how amazing your beloved was, which had to play a part in his stressful expression at this very moment.

momentarily paralyzed by his piercing gaze, you found yourself unable to move, sensing his powers of darkness coursing through your very veins as he kept his icy gaze honed in on you. only when he sees the momentary fear in your eyes does his expression soften just the tiniest bit.

he greets you by saying your name, hands already giving the top of your head gentle pats as he disappears into the restroom. you remain rooted on the spot, not moving until you heard the sounds of the shower running.

letting out a gentle sigh, you run your fingers across your hair before going into the kitchen. you already had jinwoo’s portion of dinner warmed up and ready for him, yet you knew that he wouldn’t have much of an appetite when he was angry like this. with careful movements, you place his dinner in a container, making sure that it was as neat as possible before refrigerating it.

throughout the entire duration of his shower, you spent the time cleaning up the kitchen; doing mundane things like washing the dishes and cleaning the countertops with a wet handkerchief. even when you heard jinwoo stop showering, listening intently as the sounds of his footsteps padded into your shared bedroom, you lingered in the kitchen and waited several minutes.

only when you were confident that jinwoo was already settled in bed did you finally decide to join him. your own footsteps were calm and quiet, not wishing to startle your beloved boyfriend when he already seemed to be so on edge.

with a soft smile, you open the door of your shared bedroom to see jinwoo staring blankly at the ceiling. his eyes no longer glowed against the darkness, its shade returning to its usual, stormy grey hue. he hears your footsteps and trails his eyes over to where you stood, still hiding behind the door.

he chuckles while lifting up his hand, motioning at you to come join him in bed.

“what are you doing, you dork? come over here so i can hold you in my arms. after how shitty and stressful my day was, i could use some cuddles.”

jinwoo’s voice was filled with love and adoration now, and you could tell that he was feeling infinitely better after his shower, taking the time to destress as he allowed his aching muscles to bask in the warmth of the hot waters.

letting out a happy giggle, you give him a nod while entering your shared bedroom. closing the door from behind you, you finally reach the bed-

but avoid laying down on your side of the mattress completely, choosing instead to lay above his broad chest. jinwoo’s eyebrows were raised in a questioning glance, yet he remains utterly still, allowing you to do whatever you wished to do to him.

with a sigh of his name, you allow your fingertips to brush over his damp, ebony locks of hair. you continue to massage his scalp, basking in his grunts of pleasure before peppering his features with sweet, butterfly kisses.

your soft touch was often filled with an unfamiliarity to jinwoo, for most of his time spent as a hunter left him feeling the immense pain that came with fighting. every fist to his face causes the veins to burst as he could taste the coppery blood within his mouth. every tackle felt when monsters and beasts alike lunged at him was enough to break his very bones-

yet your kisses were enough to show him the beauty of a simple touch; he was able to experience a different side of physical touch felt against his skin without the crescendo and promise of pain.

you were treating him as if he were still the weakest hunter in the world, your kisses against his skin being no heavier than dew. instead of ruining this gentle and intimate moment with words, jinwoo remains silent while basking in your butterfly kisses.

as your lips trailed over his skin, the soft touch was nothing short of your absolute worship of him. you treat your beloved with such an aching softness that made jinwoo’s breath hitch in response. from kissing his cheek, to trailing your lips against his temple, to finally pressing a lingering kiss upon his closed eyelids-

you never once stopped treating him with a gentleness that was still so foreign to jinwoo.

if you could, you would have spent the entire night littering your boyfriend’s face with such kisses, yet his annoyed grunt and the way he held your chin in a vice grip was what ultimately made you stop.

when he forces you to look at him, his gaze was a lazy one, grey eyes darkening slightly due to how dilated it had become in response to the pure love he felt for you.

“what gives? you keep on missing my lips like that, then you know i’m gonna get mad.”

jinwoo’s tone was relaxed, and when he gently leans in to kiss your lips, you could do little but sigh in response, basking in the feeling of perfection the moment he slots his lips against yours. he keeps you distracted by the kiss, deepening it ever so slightly when he holds your body close to his chest before laying you back down against the plush mattress.

you continue to kiss him, feeling your hair remain fanned out against the pillows as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer to you as jinwoo remained in a lip lock with you.

only when the need for air proved to be too much did jinwoo finally pull away from you. he smiles down at you while leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead.

“thanks for cheering me up, honey. let’s sleep now… i’m exhausted and desperately need you in my arms in order to sleep.”

you nod in agreement with a soft giggle, feeling jinwoo lay back in bed as he took your compliant body within his arms. his embrace was a secure one, and you just knew that he would do everything in his power to keep you in his arms all night long tonight.

the room silent, with only the sounds of your soft breathing permeating at the air. you listen as jinwoo sighs one last time, letting out a yawn while pressing a kiss against your hair.

“goodnight love.”

“goodnight, my beloved monarch.”

you feel his smile against your hair before he lays down against the bed, pressing your back against his chest as he fell into a deep sleep while spooning you. being surrounded by his warmth, you couldn’t stop your eyes from feeling heavy, unable to focus nor stay awake as you fell asleep within the arms of your soulmate.

a.n. - lmaooo at this rate i will never be able to stop writing for jinwoo sung. save meeee, i love him too much to stop 😭🙏🏻

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[fairydollsteps]

STRESS RELIEF (MINOR DNI)

Synopsis: As expected of his job as the Fortress of Meropide's Administrator, Wriothesley is often buried with piles of paperwork and cases to solve which cause him a lot of stress. Luckily, you have a solution to help destress him.

Feature: Bottom Wriothesley/ Top!Male!Reader

Note/Warning: Smut, making out on bed, overstimulation, use of toy (we going to destroy this man), big fuck machine toy, some crying and pain, bondage (shibari), very rough intercourse, reader is kinda mean is you like it.

Author's note: is surprising to see very less bottom!wriothesley fic because i want him the one screaming. anyway here is smth to feed you all after months of disappearing:)

Fontaine has fallen into the night. The shadows enveloped the beautifully intricate buildings in pitch black. In the reflection of the moon and stars, the water that surrounds the city shimmers. All the townfolk have fallen into a slumber as birdsong fills the air softly like a gentle goodnight. This evening, Fontaine has draped itself in the tranquility of sleep. Except for Wriothesley and you.

Inside the home of both of you lies a naked Wriothesley on his bed, confined and tied into a shibari. He is utterly immobile to move from all the ropes that constrain his muscular body. Red velvet ropes are everywhere and strapping his body down on the bed. His hands and arms are tied firmly behind him as he lies on his back on the bed. His chest is heaving up and down against the ropes and his thighs are bound as well on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs apart.

Wriothesley is feeling multiple emotions at once in his chest. Nervous, excited, and mostly stressed of course. These days, work has become more burdensome than ever before. More dangerous criminals are spotted in Fontaine and more meetings with the Royal Irish Constabulary and blah blah. Nonetheless, his work has kept him for so long that he has forgotten when was the last time he had sex with you. So when you drag him out of his office table and offer some relief, he is quick to accept.

However, he has never expected you to expose him in such a revealing and humiliating way.

Wriothesley attempts closing his legs together against the ropes which to no avail. "Goddam, Y/N. You are cruel," Wriothesley sighs, wondering how is this stress-relieving. The ropes are tight but not too tight to hurt him. Is his first time trying something like this. Then, you finally come in the room with something Wriothesley couldn't latch on due to the restraints of the ropes. Is big. That is all he knows.

"Hello, my dearest," You greet him in a sweet tone, admiring your handiwork. Wriothesley stares at you, curious about whatever you have brought as you sit down at the edge of the bed, still in awe at the sight of him all spread out for you. "Was it too tight for you?" You asked, making sure Wriothesley was comfortable and keeping the stuff you brought hidden from him.

"I can handle it," Wriothesley said in a straight voice but you could tell he was nervous and excited from his blush adorning his face and chest. Your lips curved into a pleased smile and said. "That's good then. I do hope you can handle more than I expected since the night will be long," You get up from the bed as Wriothesley stares at you with a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly writhing against the ropes.

Wriothesley can see you letting out a soft chuckle from his attempt which he slightly scowls at you. You let out soft coos to him and lean over him with an affectionate but playful smile caressing his cheeks gently which Wriothesley can't help but snuggle against your palm contently. Wriothesley relaxed against your touch and he could feel your breath against his ears.

"I did promise you I would fucked you like you want to," You whisper to his ears slyly before you cover his eyes with a blindfold which is something you both have discussed about it before. Fuck that was hot.

Wriothesley gulps as he can hear your footsteps and you hopping over him. He can't see anything. His vision is taken from him and everything is pitch black. Before he could think more, his body jolt with a shiver when he could feel your hand touching his naked cock. "Y-Y/N?-" Wriothesley almost whimper, lifting his head to you forgetting about the ropes only to get pulled down.

"Relax, my dearest. Just relax. You have worked so hard. This is your reward," You purred at him, looking at him and then his beautiful cock. You have lubed your hand and begin jerking his dick off, making Wriothesley beneath you letting out muffled moans. You can't help but smile wickedly. This is only the beginning.

Then, you lubed your finger and began touching his hole. Wriotheslet hitch his breath from the contact. It has not been a full 5 minutes and his body is already shaking. "I have barely touched you and you are already this wet?" You tease him devilishly. His cock already leaking precum which was used as more lube to finger him. "It has been a while huh?"

Wriothesley let out a soft cry when one finger slid in easily. Then another finger which let out a few 'ahs!' and 'ohs!' from him. Then another. Three fingers in. Everything was going too quick but Wriothesley fucking loved it. "I-Is this all you got?" Wriothesley said through ragged breathing, oblivious of what was to come.

"Just you wait. I don't break promises," You begin thrusting your fingers deeper into his prostate. You could tell he was enjoying it when his inside clenched around your fingers eagerly. The feeling is so good that his hip starts moving slightly (due to the restraints) on his own, thrusting back to your fingers which intensifies the pleasure more. "Fuckk……..!!!!" Wriothesley moans loudly as your fingers massage his prostate.

His cock leaks more precum and you know he is about to reach his high so you pulled out your fingers abruptly. Wriothesley let out shocked gasps and whines from the loss. "W-what was that-?" His cries out of frustration from the edging but his voice is shaky from his lost incoming climax.

Then, he screams.

Wriotheslet screams as he could feel something railing into his ass. He didn't know what it was (because of the blindfold) but it was big. So fucking big. Only you know. Is a fuck toy machine. That was the object you have kept hidden from Wriothesley as a surprise. But he doesn't have to know. You grinned wickedly as his body convulse violently as the fuck toy goes deeper into him. It's only halfway through and he looks like he could passed out.

Wriothesley let out loud lewd moans and pleads. "Y/N-! Is too much…! Is too fucking big-AHHH FUCKKK…!!!!!!" The dildo is finally fully in. Wriothesley writhes and whimpers underneath you, trying to adjust to the humongous size of the fuck toy. His hard twitching cock spilled precum, dirtying the sheets and your pants. Wriothesley quivers against the ropes which is no help but heightens his sensitivity and pleasure. He is close to tears from how high the pleasure is. The stretch burns like hell but it feels so fucking good to be stuffed full.

His chest heaves up and down with deep breathing as he tries to calm himself down before losing himself. And here you are on top of him smirking like a devil you are. "That was just the start," you said cruelly before pressing the start button. The fuck toy machine starts thrusting him out at a much slower pace for the sake of his comfort. Wriothesley throws his head back, whining as he cries out of your name. His thighs are trembling at every thrust and his cock spasming violently.

You have noticed that Wriothesley has adjusted well to the humongous dildo and even thrust it back with his hips, letting out a soft cry and moans. Then, he reached his climax and came hard with a scream. His body convulse from how intense the orgasm is. Wriothesley tries to take a few deep breaths but realizes you did not stop the toy. Instead, you increase the volume of it.

"Oh, AAA-aArcHons-!! HNGHAAAAA……!!! P-please stop!!! Stop-" Wriothesley screams from overstimulation before he succumbs to another round of hard fucking from the toy. He just came and he could already feel the core of his stomach tightening again with burning passion. Oh fuck fuck fuck. He is going to come again after a few seconds earlier from cumming. The blindfold is already wet from his tears and he even drooling a bit, showing how he is losing control over his withered body. It's too much as he tries to run away from the pleasure but the ropes and your hands on hips keep him from running away.

His body convulses again as a thick rope of cum then spurts out, soiling his stomach and your abdomen. Eyes rolling back and jaw slack, Wriothesley screams from the euphoric shock. Looking at him, you can't help but bite your lips at how utterly destroyed and gorgeous Wriothesley is.

And oh how so sexy the sight before you. Wriothesley, the strict and hard-working Administrator all crumbled against your mercy and spread out for you while being tied up into a shibari beautifully. Much to Wriothesley's relief, you stop the fuck toy machine from fucking him anymore and lean in close to his face.

"You still conscious, my dearest?" You coo at him. Wriothesley whines when you crash into his lips passionately before letting out a shriek when you accidentally move the fuck toy that is still inside him. "Sorry sorry sorry," you apologize to him sweetly while taking off his blindfolds.

Wriothesley looks at you with teary eyes, wanting to hug but forgetting about the restraints. You smile sweetly at his attempt while caressing his tear-soaked cheeks before asking.

"Again?"

The night is long and you got to reward him more after all.

[freyito]

"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ

✧ a/n: can't believe my first piece of 2024 is a part 2 to this booby fic... but goddamn i need my head in kenshis boobies rn. it'd make everything better...

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, bonus points!, not proofread

✎ wc: 750

⎯ Johnny Cage

Good GOD does Johnny love burying his face in your chest any time he can. He mainly does it when he's had a bad day. It's a great way to destress, he says. He promises there's nothing more to it. And he's right.

Sure, Johnny can be provocative and that charm doesn't exactly disappear. But seriously, this is like way too comforting for him. The stress of directing, making something worth it, it all dissolves when he's face first in your chest.

And he talks. He talks and talks. Will not stop yapping. His entire day, whatever he's done, something about movies. Every word muffled because he refuses to leave, or even lift his head off your chest.

So, when you return home after a particularly bad day, you decided to try Johnny's method of destressing. Johnny's on the couch, watching The Princess Bride for like the 27th time. It's the perfect time to strike. And strike you do.

Before he can properly welcome you home, your face is pressed between his tits within seconds. Sweet, sweet heaven. You understand now. You understand everything. Your stress dissipates, tensions of the day gone, immediately.

You can barley hear Johnny giggling and joking, you're too caught up in a euphoric daze. You only lift your head when it feels like you can't breathe. Johnny stares down at you with the biggest knowing grin ever. He's not gonna make fun of you, even with that hint of mischief in his eyes.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is disciplined, he likes to think. So he doesn't he really even think about burying his face in your chest. On top of that, he's pretty busy. The OIA, the Taira, the Yakuza... it's a lot. You don't seem him at home much.

However, in those rare moments he gets with you, some time's he'll lay his head on your stomach or your thighs. He enjoys the kind of connection, some sort of contact after a hard day of work. It grounds him.

But oh, come on. We've seen how big this guy is. Massive tits. C'mon. It takes you a while to build up the courage to go for it. But when he's wearing tank tops, compression shirts, etc... it's so hard to restrain yourself.

Kenshi KNOWS. Sometimes he does it on purpose. But when you start stalking him, keeping your distance, plotting... he wonders what's gotten into you. He makes it a game, kind of. But you're winning. As hard as he's trying to keep up with you.

You find the perfect time to execute your plan. You two are cuddled up late into the night, savoring the rare moment of touch. Without warning, you seize your chance. You roll over onto his chest, head first into those big naturals. Silence cascades over the both of you. Oh, it's even better than you imagined it. Soft... warm... inviting... it's a shame he keeps them hidden. Kenshi doesn't know how to react. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing silence (and pure bliss between this guys pillows), he finally wraps his arms around you and even pulls you a bit closer.

⎯ Hanzo Hasashi

Hanzo also considers himself controlled. He's above acts like that. Or so he thinks. He won't outright plank into your chest, but when there's downtime, he quite enjoys laying on your chest, with your arms around him. Reading a book or something. That's just the way he likes to wind down.

We've all seen the side-boobage on this man though. Untapped market right there. It'd be a shame NOT to put your head between those pecs. Like, it'd be a sin not to.

One night, during some much needed time alone, you find yourself wrapped up in Hanzo's arms. It's a quiet night, he's finding it hard to fight off sleep. He's been busy, and it's been a hell of a week for him.

His defenses are down, so you take up the opportunity. Awkwardly, you wiggle in his arms, flipping from your back to your face. What awaits you is reminiscent of the gates of heaven. God, you could live like this.

Hanzo's mind is fried, so he doesn't quite understand. To him, you feel more like a weighted blanket. Which ends up making it even harder to stay awake. He's trying to savor every moment with you, but sleep is quickly catching up with him. Waking up to you still resting your head on his pecs however... part of him is glad he was too tired to understand.

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[milkzoro]

watch me fuck MY girl

-> t. law 🧊

SUMMARY: y/n likes to go live & flirt with her horny audience for money - but her bf hates it, so he decides to give her a lil scare (he’s insanely jealous)

WARNINGS: mdni, smut, camgirl!y/n, stalker!law, mask kink, fucking on live, dom!law, degrading, teasing, possessive!law, creampie, missionary, doggy

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

“‘you’re so pretty.’” you gleamed up at your destop camera as you read the comments flowing through your feed, making sure your silhouette showed all your right angles as you replied sweetly. your viewers were obsessed with the innocent little act you put on for them.

your stream was going great as always, meticulously showing off glimpses of your cleavage and speaking in a way that made your glossy lips pout — it was such easy money.

your night was was breezing by, effortless earning hundreds of tips just from entertaining lonleg men in the night. the sultry smiles never left your dolled up face, until something one of the comments made all the color from your face disappear.

anonymous6627: i have her address. watch my live in two hours

more and more comments flooded your feed, discarding the image of the previous comment. but you saw another one.

you knew it was probably nothing but the what if thoughts replayed in your mind.

the comments from the unnamed account kept coming.

anonymous6627: watch yourself y/n

…

anonymous6627: cuz i’m always watching you :)

…

you scoffed. ‘stupids internet trolls, bet you wouldn’t say that off anon.’

sometimes people’s comments got to you, but it was never that serious. you continued on nonetheless.

you said your goodbyes as you were finishing up your stream, growing tired from hours of entertaining and answering questions.

in the next two hours it was your time to destress, cleansing yourself from todays work. a nice hot shower and herbal remedies to put your mind at ease. you were in your more comfortable clothes and rested peacefully with a warm cup in hand in the confinements of your home.

but you heard a knock at the door , you shuffled over in your fuzzy slippers and peeped through the little hole in the wood, feeling safe enough to do so through your locked door. or so you thought.

there stood a man in a mask, hiding his face like a coward. he stood restlessly waiting for you to answer, but you never did.

he slammed against the wood harder, jiggling on the door handle when you didn’t answer the second time.

“open up y/n-ya!”

his voice released the tension that was holding tight on your heart. “shit!! law is that you?? you asshole!” you opened to door to meet his figure, smacking his chest and pulling off the black sack mask he wore to hide his face.

your hits didn’t even phase your tall boyfriend, he just laughed in your face.

“what babe? you scareddddd.” he pulled you inside your apartment.

“i just wanna show those chronically online losers what’s mine.”

what did he mean by that?

he took out him phone and propped it up high on one of your shelves to show the entirety of your bedroom, not quite pressing record yet. he ignored you when you questioned him.

“they were getting too bold in your comments, y/n ya~ ‘i’ll make you do backflips on it’?” he shook his head in disbelief. heat rose to your cheeks as he mocked the people in your comments, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

he laughed again.

“please, they’re speaking as if they could even satisfy my pretty girl~”

he grabbed hold of your chin to force you to look at him.

law knew how to make you squirm, he was embarrassing you on purpose, and he knew you liked it. the way he talked down on your poor choices and belittled you made the ache in your abdomen tremble.

he just wouldn’t let it go.

“such a fucking skank for entertaining those pathetic idiots… you like it don’t you?” his grip on your cheeks fell as he set up to press the little red ‘LIVE’ button.

“praises from touch-starved basement dwellers, want them to fuck you baby? think they could make you cum?”

he faced you with his back towards the camera, ripping back his mask from you and putting it on before turning to the lens and giving it a thumbs up.

“the truth is, you like the attention, huh? let’s just see how badly you want it.”

you pleaded. hoping he would reconsider but there was no sign he was going to change his mind. was this a punishment?

“law, baby wait—”

“nuh-uh, get on the bed y/n-ya… think i can let you talk to those guys like that? your actions have consequences my love, let’s give your fans a show, you’d like that huh?”

you fell to your bed aimlessly, his words coaxing you to follow each command. but really, you did want them to watch how well he fucked you, the idea made the knots in your abdomen tighter than they already were.

before you knew it he was on top of you and between your legs, pulling up your thighs and removing your pants for you. mind already dizzy from adjusting to his fast pace, it was happening too fast, you were whimpering for him.

so rough, and the mask, ugh it did something to you.

his fingers found your clit in seconds, playing with it just barely before slamming fully into you. you yelped.

“law! oh my god!—”

“fuck, that’s it. make noise for them, tell ‘em how good i fuck your tight little holes.”

he held you down as he jackhammered your tight cunt, the sensation of being stretched and then empty again made your head spin. the pleasure making you spew nonsense, the only thing law could understand was just mindless and filthy moans.

“you fuck me so good baby, please, ahh!— keep going!” your hips met his with each quick thrust, smacking sounds and muffled moans filled the speakers of everyone’s phones who was tuned into your stream. you had forgot that was even happening but it made you weak, having your fans watch you squirm from the touch of your crazy boyfriend. you were going to cum, hard.

hundreds, no, thousands of comments fled through the feed.

there were creeps begging for a closer angle and some were disgusted. in the moment, you couldn’t care less what people were saying, you just wanted to feed the hunger growing within your cunt.

law kept up his pace, his thick cock kissing deep in your warmth. “gonna cum for me baby? cream around my cock?”

“uh huh, ahh!— keep… g-going gonna cum-” your fingers clung to the clothes he wore on his back, bracing yourself for the deep contractions that were to come with your orgasm.

“fuck!—gonna fill you baby, make you mine, you’re mine.”

“yes! god, yes!! cum in me law! ‘mmm coming!

he pulled out, smirking under his mask as he did so, you cried out. “babyyyyyyyy p-please… was so close..”

“ass up.” he motioned to do so with his fist closed and his index finger pointing upward.

in his lust filled eyes, you were taking too long. his strong arms latched to both sides of your ass and forcefully flipped you over, pushing your face into the pillows of your messy bed.

“you look so pretty for me baby, gonna fuck you good. okay?” his fingers traced up your ass before plunging them into your sopping cunt. “law! auhhh!—” you whimpered into the pillow, falling apart at the touch of his hands. he swirled his digits around meticulously before taking them back out again.

the tip of his cock slid between your slick folds, coating it with your sweet juices. your walls hugged him perfectly as he filled you back up again. “ya- fuckkk… such a perfect pussy, princess. holdin me so fucking tight, fuck!”

he felt his own high approaching, pre cum spilled within you and his cock throbbed hard. he was at the crash, forcefully stuffing your achy cunt until he heard your cries.

“FUCK iM GONNA C-CUM!”

“wait for me y/n, i’m i’m right fuck. i’m rightt there. shhhiiiiit— ‘m coming baby.. s-scream my name for them.”

you forgot about the audience once again but it was so fucking hot seeing you man get off to fucking you in front of thousands, your fans… you screamed for him.

“laww!! so fucking good!” you fucked back on his hips as he had you bent over, smacking against him as your arousal consumed you—you creamed around his cock, white substance dripped from your stretched hole.

even more poured from your sopping cunt as your man came inside you, moans and whines fled his mouth, your sweet name and many profanities.

you laid there for a moment, completely fucked out, waiting for law to get the towel and run to turn off the camera. once it had stoped recording he came to your side and removed his mask, tenderly kissing your warm skin and cleansing any remaining liquid.

“round two? the cameras off baby.” he kept kissing you, his sweeter side coming through with the absence of the mask. he snickered.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

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[hayden-christensen-verse]

🥀Memento Mori Memento Vivere🌿

Summery: Clay is due for his heart surgery and overhears a plot to end his life. destressed clay leaves the hospital to sit on a bench to make sense of this revelation, someone takes notice of the sadness and betrayal and comforts him. Unknowingly it is death who provides such comfort

warnings: mentions of conspiracy to murder, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft loving smut bc clay deserves it, happy ending (lmk if I missed anything)

reader outfit

readers dress

clays god outfit

clays ring

edit lol: I'm eating sour gummy worms and hot chocolate as I write this, plus reader is kind of based on lady death from the marvel comics, it's just how I think she look like

Edit 2: the picture of the graves is mine that I took about 2 ish years ago :)

clay pov

I stumble out of the hospital doors, me bare feet dragging along the concrete. I make my way to the nearby park and find the nearest bench and sit down with my face in my hands. I sob as I replay the words that I hear from my friend and my gf Sam, they were planning to kill me while I'm in surgery. My mom was right, I shouldn't have pursued a relationship. I drag my hands down my face looking down at the ground, and soon I see a pair of black heels before I look up and see a breathtakingly beautiful woman. her long (h/c) loose and wavy flowing over her shoulders, her captivating (e/c) with gold makeup and red lipstick. her one sleeved black jumper with a deep v-line and a gold belt, her fingers wrapped with gold rings and wrists with gold bracelets. she smiles at me with her kind eyes shining warmly before she sits next to me

no ones pov

"Now what's wrong with you sweet boy?" she says softly, her voice kind and understanding, not pushing to know what is wrong. "My girlfriend Sam and a trusted friend planned to kill me and take all my money and such," Clay says softly, tears still running down his face. her face twists into anger and sympathy, she reaches her hand out and rubs comforting circles on his hospital gown clad back. "Oh, that's so horrible, sweet boy, nobody deserves that at all" she says sweetly. The two continue to talk before Clay checks the time and sees that it is almost time for the surgery, she gets up and bids him goodbye and wishes his surgery goes well, he watches as she disappears into the crowd. Clay stands up and walks back to the hospital and goes along with the surgery but under the hand of his mother's doctors.

y/n pov

After I walk away, I quickly turn into my actual form and out of my human form. I fly over to the hospital and through the wall, searching for the beautiful blonde man and soon I find him, laying on the operating table with a tube in his mouth. I walk to the side of the gurney and lean down and Lighty drags the back of my nails down his cheek. He's so beautiful, so ethereal and so otherworldly, I lean back and watch as he undergoes his proceger. 

Time skip, months later, no ones pov

It's been months since Clay had his surgery and he and his mother start noticing little things appearing in the house like Clay's favorite cigarettes, cute little trinkets of what he likes. Lilith and Clay start getting a bit freaked out and call up a psychic to come check out the house. The bubbly woman walks behind clay and his mother, looking around the penthouse taking in her surroundings. They stop in the living room and start talking about what has been happening.

“So my name is Erica as you know, so tell me what's been happening,” said Erica looking at the duo as they all sit down, clasping her hands.

“Lately we have been noticing things in our home, like trinkets of things clay like or hand made jewelry out of unknown materials” Lilith starts, handing Erica a black ring. The ring has a wood like design that holds in a beautiful gem that looks like it holds the galaxy in it. Erica looks over the ring before her eyes wide and almost drops the ring.

“Oh…..mr.clay have you met anyone that was dressed up nicely in black with gold accessories by chance?” erica says softly

“Hmm, oh! Yes i have i never got her name but she was beautiful” he says confused but happy as he rubs his hands together

“I don't know how you're alive but I think you've met lady death,” Erica says wearily, looking at the duo as their faces turn into shock.

“Death?!” they both say loudly, eyes wide and mouth open

“Yes death, it seems she likes clay and is trying to court him, thus the trinkets and handmade gifts” erica says nervously but happy before she continues

“She's never done this before, usually she would place a mark on you that would make you love her but it seems she's trying to get you to actually love her. You must be really special clay, she very very rarely takes interest in anyone” 

Clay and his mother look at each other before clay speaks

“How would one accept or reject the courtship?’ clay asks,brows furrowed

“If you wish to reject her advances just ignore the object and it should disappear and decline in appearance in your home and to accept you need to wear, use or hold or say how much you like it before she reveals herself after a while.” erica smiles as she gets up and bids them goodbye and leaves the penthouse

From that day forward clay starts wearing the jewelry and admiring the little handmade trinkets with a soft eyes and a small smile, finding it endearing

Time skip

It has been months since death started the courtship and with clay accepting her advances, clay types away drowzee at his home computer, eyes droopy and red. He soon feels hand rest on his shoulders and a whisper as he falls into a deep restful sleep

“Rest now, Vida”

Slowly clays eyes open and glances around, seeing that he is in bed and he sits up slightly panicked and confused.

“At ease vida, you alright” a sweet voice says, the same voice that clay was once comforted by at the park, snapping his head in the direction of the voice. Seeing the mysterious woman with a tray of Clay's favorite food.

“S-so your death?” he asks, swallowing the lump in his throat

“Mmm yes that's one of my names but call me (y/n), mi vida” she says setting the food on his lap

“Mi vida? What does that mean?”

“It means my life” she says sweetly

-

(smut time)

It's been almost 2 years since I've met death and decided to have a relationship with her, she's just wonderful. Though she is busy sometimes, what do you expect when you're engaged to death herself. She's perfect and so sweet, she is just what you could dream of.

I moan softly as I arch my back off the bed, the surprising warmth of her mouth warped around my cock as she sucks softly, her hands rest on my thighs softly as I flood her mouth with my cum. She slowly takes her mouth off my cock and swallows before she crawls up to straddle my hips, grabbing my cock and aligning with her slick cunt before she lowers herself, once all the way down she leans down and peppers kisses all along my face before trailing down and sucking hickeys lightly on my neck. While still leaned down she raises her hims and drops them softly before repeating the process, soft moans of pleasure leave our lips, i move my hands to rest on her plush soft hips as her hands rub and caress my skin as she places a soft trail of kisses along my scar from my surgery, she shows her love is so many ways. like the soft loving kisses, the loving caresses and in her gaze. She looks at me like I've hung the sun, moon and stars, like I'm her entire world. I feel her ethereal silk walls tighten around me telling me she's close, the pit in my belly tightens before snapping as I moan softly in her ear as she does the same. She goes lumps on top of me whispering praises and asking if I need anything. I knew at this moment I had made the right decision by accepting her courtship and I'd spend forever with me.

-

Years pass as Clay grows old and passes into the afterlife and turns into his wifes opposite but immortal companion and lover. Clay sits in a field of flowers dressed in an all white loose outfit with a small crown of black flowers given to him from his godly wife while death is wearing a loose black dress with a deep v neckline. Death sits between lifes legs both looking down with joyful smiles as they caress death's swollen belly that moves with life.

It's said that life and death send each other gifts in the forms of their creations. Life makes life that will die and death will collet and immortalize the gifts and send them to life's eternal paradise onec they are done being given their new bodies. You cant have life with out death or death without life.

memento mori memento vivere

“Remember that you will die so remember to live!”

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[leggerefiore]

Imagine s/o being gone for a few days on a small staycation because they were bored at home while their dear husband is working so much and they needed to destress, but there was an error in communication and husband is convinced s/o finally had enough and left them for good. For any character as you see fit, whether they hunt them down and beg for them to come home or spiral into despair in their absence leaving quite the scene for s/o when they return... Or something else

Just packing your things, leaving a text or note before going out of the region, and being confused when your husband is spamming your phone or going wherever you are to beg for your return. The spiralling is a sad thought.

also: oops all finding s/o

cw: A little angsty, Colress is being a bit creepy but, well,

characters: Lysandre, Larry, Colress

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was always busy. Naturally, a man driven by his passions for many things and the owner of a company was busy. You never felt unloved, no. Not once. Lysandre would call you whenever he found the time between his endless work. It was a bit boring, though, being alone in person for such long periods of time. You felt especially bored with being in Kalos. There were only so many things you could bring yourself to do in Lumiose before you felt like you would start blurring things together.

☕️ Which is why you felt yourself looking at Paldea with deep intrigue. A mysterious giant crater with a dark history caught your imagination much more than seeing the Sundial in Anistar once again. A quick voice mail left to Lysandre's holocaster declaring your intentions of going to Paldea was left as you quickly began to make calls to airports about how much to fly into Levincia from Lumiose. A flight was booked, and you were gone from Kalos come evening and into the neighbouring region.

☕️ The issue arose when Lysandre finally found himself back at the Lumiose flat he shared with you. The lateness of the day left a certain ethereal quality as he gazed around the completely darkened room. Flipping on the light, he ran a hand through his hair. All he wanted to do was fall into bed and spend the rest of the night embracing you close to him. He crept into your shared bedroom to change out from his suit into sleepwear. The silken sheets caressed his exposed skin, and he crawled into bed. His arm spread across the expanse, searching for you.

☕️ Lysandre shot up from the bed in terror. Rushing over to the light switch, he flicked it on to reveal an empty bed. Where were you? His holocaster was brought out instantly. A voice mail from you instantly had his attention. He stared at your visage as you told him that you were leaving for Paldea. A final goodbye came as you told him you were leaving the same day it was sent. He tried to call you back, but you were out of the service range for it. He moved to your phone number, but it only rang. His eyes closed. You had left.

☕️ Had you grown tired of his lack of presence? Did you find yourself opposing his ideals? Had you been threatened? Many, many explanations crossed his mind, yet none left him satisfied. At once, he needed to confirm your safety and learn just why you had disappeared from the safety of the flat. He was making arrangements within five minutes of finding out, confirming exactly where you had gone. By the morning, he, too, would join you in Paldea.

☕️ Your trip to Paldea saw you in a lovely hotel in the energetic city. You basically passed out the instant you hit the sheets, unaware of your ringing phone and anything else that was happening. Well, until the sunlight burst through the curtains of your hotel room's window. And the unending, loud pounding of a fist on your door. You were pulled from sleep's tender embrace to go to the door. What was it? You opened it carefully. On the other side stood a familiar giant man with a concerned expression. You nearly jumped back.

☕️ “Ah, my dear,” relief swelled in his voice as he easily entered the room. The door clicked close behind him. His arms came around you tightly as he embraced you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I was so worried… Why did you come here?” You were still in a shock about him being there. He sighed and cupped your cheek while using one arm to keep you close to him.

☕️ “… I wanted a vacation...” you managed to finally get out. Lysandre closed his eyes and hummed. Then, you were lifted up and brought back to your bed. Your body was pressed tightly against his own as he rested his rest over yours. His heartbeat danced across your ears as you laid near his nape.

☕️ “Please include that in your message next time,” he sighed, finally at ease with you right next to him. How many thoughts of you held hostage by people who would want to hurt him? Another kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “… Though, I would rather you not go alone,” Lysandre's tone was gentle, “For now, let us sleep a bit more…” You let out a yawn and nodded.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The exceptional everyman, Larry; your husband, wad busy. All the time. It was not really his fault, though. Being a triple office worker- Gym Leader- Elite Four member was a consuming job. And Geeta happened to be a fan of dumping work on him whenever she could. There were times you felt a bit ignored, certainly. Maybe even most of the time, arguably, but it was obvious how much he loved you. Larry would enjoy your presence at the Treasure Eatery on his lunch breaks, or come home as early as he possibly could to just unwind quietly with you. The issue arose in the in-between time. You were bored. Really bored. Medali was not exactly an exciting place in Paldea.

🍙 You soon found yourself looking at trips to a hot spring getaway in Hoenn. The season was seemingly relatively cheap, so you found yourself quickly making arrangements and able to depart that very same evening with lodgings already booked and ready. It was all quite fortunate. You wrote a quick letter telling him you were off to Hoenn and he would not be able to reach you. A sign off a goodbye with a heart saw you out the door in a rush to make it to Levincia to make your flight on time.

🍙 Larry stumbled in quite later than usual, exhausted from everything, as he always was. The door opened to a dark apartment as he sighed. You bad already gone to bed. He manoeuvred around the darkened home with ease and found himself changing out of his suit in the bathroom. There was an odd feeling that lingered as he got into bed. He rolled over toward your side and fell into where you usually slept. Getting up, he flicked on the light and gasped. Empty.

🍙 Panic surged through his veins as he rushed into the living room. Maybe you had passed out on the couch. He turned on the light, I'm there to reveal no trace of you. The closet door was open in the bedroom, and gone was your luggage. Your wallet and bag were missing as well. Larry sat down on the couch as he stared blankly at the coffee table. Had… Had you left him? He was aware that he was quite absent. He did not blame you if you had. His hands buried themselves in his hair. A sharp breath left him.

🍙 Tears burned his eyes as he headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water when a piece of paper caught his attention. It was taped to the refrigerator. Picking it up, he read it closely. His shoulders slumped as the note informed him of your intentions. A vacation. He felt envious, but that was beat out by the relief that swelled in his chest. The paper was placed down as he pondered possibilities. A vacation request would almost certainly be turned down.

🍙 Geeta, amazingly, actually approved it. Curious as to why he would suddenly want off, he lied and spoke about wishing to experience the different battling styles offered in Hoenn. It was that same day he set off to the first off region to try to find you there. It felt strange being in the tropical place as he headed to the inn you had booked to stay at. He found himself in amazement at the nearby volcano was he entered the small village.

🍙 You, randomly leaving a shop, stood stunned when you spotted your husband just doing his usual standing and staring in contemplation at a cliff face. For a moment, you pondered if it was some other middle-aged businessman, but a loud caw of a certain bird alerted you to it being him. Staraptor landed on your shoulder and brought Larry's attention to you. He rushed over and gazed at you in mild amazement. “Dear…” He mumbled out.

🍙 “H-how are you here?” You questioned, completely stunned by how he had even ended up here. A quick explanation of him seeing your letter and deciding to take time off to come join you. You smiled brightly at hearing that and dragged him off to the inn you were staying at, so he could drop off his bags. In the privacy of your room, his arms came around you from behind as he buried his face into your nape.

🍙 “You're so cute,” he grumbled out as his embrace tightened around your waist, “You're always so cute…” You felt the air nearly knocked out of you by his sudden affectionate nature. Turning around to face him, you saw his tired eyes looking at you with a tender expression. You nearly wanted to scream. “Let's enjoy this holiday,” he nuzzled his face back into your nape again. You nodded and brought your arms around him. It seemed your personal vacation had become a romantic one.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 Having a wandering scientist as a boyfriend could get a bit lonely. Was he busy? Well, technically, yes. He usually was not bound by any employment (and when he was you usually had to question the ethics and morals of said company), but he absolutely threw himself entirely into his research. Whenever you decided to join him, it could be exciting travelling to far off lands and seeing previously unknown to you pokemon. When you did not, however, it was boring. And lonely. Colress did make contact relatively often, checking in on you and just updating you on whatever was going on where he was, but there was only so much one could do in Unova before they needed to get away from it all.

🧪 Your attention drifted to the historical intrigue of Galar. The phenomena of Dynamax sounded exciting, and the general culture of the island fascinating enough to draw you over to it. You soon found yourself researching into restrictions and flights as you sent out a message to Colress telling him you were leaving for Galar soon. The next morning saw you off from Unova and gone to a new land for exploration.

🧪 It should have been fine, except for your message not sending due to Colress's signal being bad in the rural area of Alola he had been in. He had come back to Unova the very same day you left, in order to surprise you with a visit and get back to his main lab for a while. He entered your tucked away abode to complete and utter surprise. You were not there. He shrugged it off at first, assuming you likely had gone out for the day or something similar, and headed into his lab to upload his collected data to his backup system.

🧪 By the time the evening had come, he grew a bit concerned. Team Plasma was still an issue, even with the fact he, himself, had mostly dismantled the team. He checked his texts and emails for anything from you but saw nothing. His breath hitched in his throat. He headed to the bedroom to see your stuff in a mess and a missing suitcase from the closet. His eyes went wide. Immediately, thoughts of someone taking you entered his mind. Colress did have a few enemies that would wish him harm.

🧪 He brought out his tablet and quickly clicked through a few screens and logins before seeing a dot representing your location on his screen. Yes, the scientist had stuck a tracking device to you. He simply liked having the information for a variety of reasons. Colress was confused by one, large, glaring thing. Why were you in Galar? Wyndon, specifically, it seemed. He pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes. Many scenarios ranging from a simple getaway to you being taken there against your will somehow raced through his head. He opted against contacting you, afraid it would put you in danger should the situation be bad.

🧪 He quickly gathered his travelling bags again as he prepared to head to the distant region. It seemed his hope for a moment of peace at home with you would have to be delayed until he confirmed your safety. Plus, he supposed Galar was another place he planned to visit for his research. Might as well see what data he could pick up there, too. He kept a close eye on your location on his tablet as he headed towards you once he landed in the region.

🧪 You did not expect to turn a corner in the large city and see Colress standing there. He walked over to you casually, as if it was perfectly normal. His smile was polite as his gloves hand came to rest on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You leaned into the hug. “Hello, darling,” his voice was quiet as he whispered the second part of his greeting, “Are you here of your own volition?” You burst out laughing.

🧪 It startled Colress as you moved to look at him with a big grin. “Did you not get my message?” you asked him, and he shook his head, “Really? How did you find me then?” His eyes went even wider. Should he tell you that? He opted against that for now. It was for your safety, after all. You both headed to where you were staying after that, tired of having an awkward reunion in the middle of the city's busy streets.

🧪 Inside, Colress shed his lab coat and sat down on the room's coat, deftly typing in something on his tablet. He closed it soon after and turned his attention to you. “So you came here to see the Dynamax phenomenon, you said?” he inquired, and you nodded. His smile grew brighter as he pulled you down into his lap. “Perfect. That's exactly why I planned to come here, too. Let's enjoy this fascinating region together.” You sighed as he buried his face into your nape from behind. Would be more of a research trip or a romantic getaway? Soon you would find out.

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Destress

Nanami Kento x Reader

You were ready to cry and scream. Your stress level was reaching at its peak and every question that was marked wrong was starting to give you rage or tears. The sound of your cell phone ringing frustrated you more. You could’ve sworn it was on Do Not Disturb.

“Hello?” you answered, trying to mask the anger but it was very evident in your voice.

“Should I just leave you alone, my love?” Your anger quickly dissipated, your stress lowered, and you wanted to cry.

“I-I’m sorry Kento-kun,” you quietly said. Nanami chucked on the other line.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check up on you.” You smiled at your boyfriend’s gesture.

“How’s your day so far, honey?” you asked curiously.

“It’s been good. I’ll be meeting Gojo-san’s student. Remember the incident at the cinema?”

“It has something to do with cursed spirits?”

“It would seem so. Hopefully it won’t take too long. Do you have time later?”

“I can take a break later this evening. I’m at the café right now, so I’ll take the bus going home around 6.”

“Perfect.”

Every now and then, you contemplated on throwing your laptop against the wall from frustration. You ordered about three cups of coffee throughout your stay there and a snack. Your stomach was grumbling. You wanted to go home and wait for Nanami to come back. But you knew you needed to pass this final. You had to study your ass off. You wanted that well paying job that way you could take care of Nanami, too.

It was getting dark out when you left the café and the sun disappeared when you arrived home. Your apartment with Nanami was dark so you assumed he couldn’t make it back on time, but the noises in the kitchen says otherwise.

“Kento-kun!” you yelled.

“In here!” he replied. You smiled widely and quickly kicked your shoes off. You skidded to a stop when you saw the kitchen. Candles were lit up on the counter. Your favorite food was plated beautifully on the table. A glass of whiskey sat next to one plate while a glass of red wine sat on the other. Nanami was pleased with your reaction. He walked up to you and took your backpack and placed it on the floor before leaning in to kiss you.

“Hello, beautiful,” he softly said.

“You did this?” He nodded and responded with a hum. “You came home early?”

“I did.” Now the tears came out. You haven’t been able to spend a lot of quality time with him for a while. You hugged him so tightly while you let your tears out. Nanami smiled and hugged you back tightly.

“Now, take a couple of hours off and focus on our wonderful dinner and me,” he said.

“I’ll do anything to get my mind off of school. You’re too good to me.”

“I just love you that’s all.” And after one last kiss, he pulled out your chair and the two of you enjoyed your dinner while happily talking to each other about your lives.

[reilliane]

This is my personal obligatory post and apology for my poofing disappearance- if you're not up to read things like these, then feel free to scroll past! Have a good day/night!

—

the poofing, the poofed, and the un-poofing.

TLDR; Bad stuff happened for the entire past year, stopped college just a few months ago to learn the materials myself and market myself in the graphic design industry soon, and got a whole dose of religious epiphany that threw my life around. Wrote in a different account a few months ago to ease and destress without much expectation. Will continue to write albeit there won’t be many updates, had/have to drop original writing plans [right now focusing on a short story for Wanderer, though it doesn’t mean I won’t be able to write for others when I get the time]. May unfortunately discontinue ongoing AUs but will provide a summary for them [I think it’s only Tyranny-?] Will also open writing/art commissions soon, maybe set up a kofi account, but I won’t be ‘gatekeeping’ any content I plan to post. I’m thinking, if ever, it’d only be standalone specials or maybe nsfw [gosh I’m really saying that?] in kofi, buuut that’s just a maybe. Everything else is free to read of course <3 

A really detailed and long [I MEAN IT, MAYBE 1.3-.5K?? WC] exposition under the cut, but of course, it’s optional to read!

PS. I opened my drafts and had one or two finished works there, I will publish those soon. Get ready. Because they’re angst AHAAAAAAAAAA-

PPS. I won’t be able to respond to everyone’s sweet shucking messages in my inbox forgive me But know that I’M REALLY SO TOUCHED YALL I really didn’t think anyone would look for me that much 😭 Someone said I vanished like the avatar and it’s sending me crumpling to the floor.

ALRIGHT STORYTIME LET’S GO—first of all, I haven’t been on Tumblr for so long, nor have I interacted with anyone and coming back,, the web interface bamboozled me.

Anyway- the past year was roooough, like settling in and getting into college.

From the start, my brother and I have known of our depleting resources but couldn’t stop because of our mother’s insistence and my father’s very.. volatile attitude. Double the latter since he has cancer and has been nothing short of cranky and infuriated for the past years—knowing that the money is facing a downward slope because of his expensive medicines and learning that we’ll stop because of it would’ve,, been terribly bad and that's understating the nature of my headstrong, independent, and prideful father.

There were times when he was very somber about his state, but then mad—it was just a really bad time, but my brother and I finally convinced our mom that we had to stop for real a few months ago because money was just tight. Until now we’re hiding the fact from our dad that we stopped under the pretense that we’re only taking one course for the semester :v

We were very lost and torn.

I knew I had to go out and look for a job, but my brother would be doing the same, too—the thing was that we knew our mom couldn’t handle our dad being sick alone, so my brother opted to be the one to find work outside.

I’m learning materials and courses on my own at home, but finding a remote job without a degree is no doubt near unimaginable with how remote setups are almost nonexistent now. The time was just bleak at home, too, my father would ask for bad things to eat that would worsen his health and then blame it all on my mother when he felt body pains and repercussions—it was just BAD, that wasn't all of it, but I digress. Cancer sucks. 

Just a few days ago, I lost my uncle to the same thing, and now there’s an overall family dispute over who gets what and it feels like I’m living a kdrama fever dream [pls get me out hfasjdkfhdsaf]. I don’t recommend it if it’s not romance lmao.

Things were getting so out of hand and I also couldn’t get back into writing or socializing with everyone in my writing socials—but I still wanted to write without the expectation of being able to deliver as I used to. It was a de-stresser for me, so I opened a new account in ao3/quotev and wrote in.. November or December, I think. It was nice, I got to just type away and post and leave it at that.

I think one of the reasons why I didn’t go to Tumblr for that was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to commit to updates, and I love you guys, I didn’t want to say something and promise it’d be given but then nothing. I’ve done it back then and I just, don’t want to do that :(

Despite how heavy and dark the past year was, however, something really unexpected happened—okay here it goes.

As a child, I’ve been taught about Christian doctrine and was brought up to believe in the existence of a God. I didn’t have my heart in it though, of course not, how was I to believe something that I only knew because someone said it to me?? I did attend church out of duty and had a shallow fear of the greater being, but as an authentic believing person? Naw. 

Not until June at least.

I don’t know how to explain it rather I, out of the want to give my mother the chance to go somewhere she wanted to for Sunday, decided to join her for church. I was ready to just daze off and think about some solution to our problems, but then the sermon spoke to me—you know, that feeling when someone is passive-aggressively referring to you in a complaint or something?

It felt like that, only it felt like that message was something I was meant to hear, and boy I couldn’t believe it—neither did my mother [lol]. She told me how shocked she was when I listened throughout the what, an hour and a half of preaching that I usually just dismiss. 

It’s cliche, but my life really changed after that one simple Sunday.

All my tweeeeenty years of living, I’ve asked if God really is real and whatnot and I never got answered until July of 2023. What really cemented my belief in knowing that he is real, is when I decided to genuinely pray—then for seven consecutive days, the Bible would lead me to a page [like just randomly opening a part of the book after prayer] that answered my questions and/or convicted me of something. I'd wake up every day and an event would happen that would answer my confusion and I'd sit in the night thinking 'no way that just happened', but it did. Boy, when I tell you I thought I was going crazy.

Not to mention opportunities such as baptism and ministry suddenly popped my way when I only had the idea in my head and I kept it to myself. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but when it ‘popped up’ more than thrice in a single week, I knew it wasn’t. Think of it as like, the thing in fanfiction when it seemed like the universe was saying something to you. Yeah, I felt that for myself. Mindblowing.

I could go on and on about the other life-changing things that occurred, but this would be so long LOL.

But I never regret coming to faith and accepting Jesus for real that day, and although life is still dark for me these days, the burden feels light. It’s an amazing feeling. He's really changed everything.

I’m not going to force anyone these beliefs—I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end and it could get very annoying, rather I just spoke on it to say how wonderful it was to know him, and it would be nice to let others know about my side in case they'd also take the faith. Who knows?

Also, I think I understand what those people were saying now. Again, I won’t force anyone—just reminding and asking you to try if you want, because it’s amazing. Bombard me in my inbox if you’re interested, but no pushing here, because I’m a firm believer that things shouldn’t be forced if it’s not the right time yet. 

Anyway, that was my source of strength and hope to go through these days—and I believe it’s also the driving force that led me to write this out in.. in Tumblr of all places lol. If someone told me this would happen two years ago I'd laugh in their face 💀

Rather than just getting back into writing and opening my social circle again, there’s that bit in me that wants to say that religious epiphany. That said, I know how diverse everyone is in their beliefs so I’ll say it very tersely that, no, I will not be parading and pushing people to believe this and that—this space is, after all, my space for writing :)

Ah, and nor will I ramble about it like shuck lol, but I will, in private, when prompted. 

With that out of the way, back into writing—I was floored when I first opened Tumblr and saw all the notifications and messages about my disappearance and I could’ve cried, really. It touches me poor heart :sob: and I wanted to thank all of you for such caring messages—I wouldn’t be able to reply to all of them [there were many!

Like maybe more than fifteen or twenty, not even counting the direct messages] but know that I’m very- very grateful for every one of you.

I could crawl out of your screen and hug yall but I won’t because I can’t and it’d throw people off KJHFSADKJFHALJSKDFHA

Life is, again, still hard—and navigating it is still difficult, but I’m managing these days. I can no longer return to my usual days of sporadic updates and teasers lol, but I’m happy to say I will still be writing, though it won’t be my entire focus nowadays. When I open writing commissions for genshin and art commissions, it’d get me going, of course. 

I have to let go of most of my beloved works because I realized that sticking to them would take up most of my time when I need to be out there upskilling and taking initiative to start earning money to support the bills. I still wanted to write though, and in my downtime I even got to watching One Piece and writing a currently on-hold fanfiction for that in Ao3, but fuuully realized that, no, I’m no longer cut out for really long written stuff unless I commit to writing a long piece that would take weeks for it to be published. 

In the end I settled for a single character [wanderer bb] short story that I get into writing without much hassle, and make myself happy, still :) I have ideas for other characters, too, but getting them out to be posted would take longer than usual.

My other AUs, as well, since my focus is just.. God, life, expenses, work, then hobbies. I don’t guarantee finishing them [I think Tyranny? And others, like Smite/Mercy/etc.], but I have in mind to write a summary because I meant it back then when I said the plot was really finished. Sighgisghsighs

Opening art commissions, I’d do that soon—writing, too.

Maybe a kofi account, as well—but I won’t be having any posts I want to be posted to be locked behind some tip or pay. I’m thinking of only adding specials there, specials like, standalone oneshots from an AU, or an nsfw piece. Oh golly, writing that is so beyond me, I think that’s the only reason why if anything is going to be in kofi, it’d probably be the nsfw. I plan to keep this writing blog sfw, still. 

But we’ll,,, we’ll see [dying]

So yeah! That’s.. Everything. For the writing thing, I think I’ll technically just be .. here, lol, with a focus on that story with wanderer. Gone are the 7k worded oneshots, now we’re just around 1.5k unless I commit to the creation. The story is so fluffy too [not angst? Surprising] 

But again, I will write for others eventually—can’t say when, or how, or who, but I will in time. 

I have so many plans in my head about my life, and I’m glad to say going back to Tumblr is a check off the list. I have an original novel in mind, but would you all be interested in such a thing? I don’t honestly know—other than opening commissions, I also plan on a Youtube Channel, but that’s uncertain. A Webtoon for my original plot too is a maybe, buuuut those are just what-ifs. Time will tell!

Those are just my two cents and I don’t regret sharing that—you guys have been with me for so long, even if I don’t really know you all beyond that screen, you all really became a part of my life, too :”)) 

If you reached the end of this post, wow, I’m touched. I hope you all have a good day–oh wait, what do I say? Ah yes.

I wish you all a good mornight [fhkadjsfhiajhgf].

God bless yall sweet people. 

[glitter-gummy-bears]

Danny Phantom & Naruto crossover idea

As Minato collapsed into the dirt alongside his wife, gaping holes in both their middles, all he could feel was a strange relief. They saved their home. They saved Naruto. Their son was safe.

His relief soon turned to confusion though. He wasn't entirely sure how long it took for someone's soul to be eaten but he's pretty sure it should have happened by now. Was the Reaper just taking it's time? Perhaps it wanted to draw out the pain for as long as possible before tearing his soul out.

Glancing back at the hulking figure Minato felt what was left of his stomach drop. The beast, once a huge menacing shadow with glowing green eyes, (eyes that were brighter then even the purest healing chakra) was shrinking. Soon it was no bigger then a genin, the shadows fell away to reveal a disturbingly human form.

It hovered in the air in an almost groggy way before snapping to attention! It looked at Minato 'This is it...' the young Hokage thought as the creature flew straight at him.

Much to Minato's surprise the creature didn't immediately snatch his soul, instead opting to frantically fly around him and Kushina making destressed noises in what had to be an unknown language.

The creature, much to Minato's horror, reached for Kushina.

"NO!" He yelled with all his remaining strength, "Don't touch her! I'm the one you want!"

The creature jolted at Minato's yelling then turned to him. Finally it spoke for the first time.

"D-don't... be scared," It said slowly almost like it was trying to remember what the words meant. "I'm going to help you."

The last of the shadows fell away and Minato was met with the face of a child. A child who's tears were falling freely from his face.

He reached out to both fallen shinobi engulfing them in a green energy Minato recognized as healing chakra. Although he'd never felt it this cold before.

"I don't understand," he gasped out feeling his lungs and heart stitch themselves back together. "Aren't you here to eat my soul?"

The boy's tearful face twisted into disgust, "Why would I want to do that? Look, just stop talking this is harder then it looks."

When Kushina felt her eyes fluttered open she wasn't expecting to see her husbands relived smiling face next to her own, she definitely wasn't expecting to see a flying teenager with glowing eyes healing her wounds.

"W...what's happening?" She slurred, "Wh... Naruto!" Her arms thrashed around trying to force the rest of her body up.

"Hey! Calm down! Your wounds will reopen!" The glowing boy yelped.

"I don't care! I need my baby!"

The boy quickly flew out of sight only to return with a familiar bundle. "Look he's fine! You can relax he's safe."

Kushina felt a new wave of tears, her baby was okay. And so was she apparently?

"You saved us." She concluded, looking at the strange boy.

"Yes, you'll both be fine now. But you might not wanna move around too much for a few weeks." The boy said with a tired chuckle. He leaned down and placed Naruto between the two of them.

Instinctively, Kushina reached over to place a hand on her baby and felt the tips of Minato's fingers against the blanket. He smiled at her. It was a messy, watery, bloody smile and she never wanted it to end. They were alive. Their son wasn't alone.

"Thank you."

The boy blushed green and shifted awkwardly. "Uh, you're welcome."

"I still don't understand why you helped us," Minato said looking at the boy, "You didn't have too."

The boy looked confused now, "If you can help someone then of course you have to, that's what I think anyway."

Before either of the two could respond a wall of green cut through the air. The boy made his way towards it, "Hopefully the next time we meet will be under better circumstances. Oh, and congrats on your baby!"

And with that the teen disappeared.

What did he mean by next time?

[doliminuz]

wanted to ramble about Midnight Motorist in Blurred Lenses, because there's technically THREE versions of it:

'Later That Night' (Charlie's Murder)

David Running Away To Go Find Fritz, And A Drunk Trevor Coming Home And Being Pissed About It (when is he Not pissed that David's run off, though. you'd also think this guy would view David being gone as a Relief considering he fucking hates them, but. y'know. This Guy Sucks)

William Coming Home, Drunk And Slightly In A Bad Mood, To Michael Watching TV And Uh...Cassidy's Run Off To The Lake (Where, Keep In Mind, David's Body Is) Again... all of this post-Bite.

a quick summary for each of them:

'Later That Night'

William comes home, still a Bit drunk but mostly sobering up from the fact that he just killed Charlie (very brutally, might i add. like, smashed a bottle over her head and then stabbed her to death with the broken bottle). on her and Sammy's birthday, no less.

he changes out of his bloodstained clothes, ready to make the excuse of 'Oh, I puked because of the alcohol and it messed up my clothes, I just changed, they're in the washing machine now' only to get a phone call...from Claire. his (now) ex-wife. she'd taken the kids to The Emily Twins' party, and- oh. oh no.

when she starts speaking, she sounds incredibly shaken, hardly able to get the words out without stammering. she doesn't directly tell William what happened, but she gives him enough clues that he can confirm his theory: the reason she's calling and not Henry is because Henry's fucking inconsolable, there's police there (and there's been an ambulance called that's yet to arrive), Michael's just got done talking to the police and is just sitting down silently, looking forward into space. aside from the police, no one's been able to get a word out of him. Sammy is, similarly to Henry, inconsolable.

the final nail in the coffin comes when he, almost innocently, asks if some sort of fight happened at the party, if someone broke in and hurt somebody, and Claire cuts him off, rather harshly telling him that he needs to get down to Freddy's and take the kids home, now. her only answer to the question "Well, why can't you take them home?" is that the police haven't gotten to question her yet, and she suspects it'll take a while.

and so William, now in a different set of clothes, and an excuse for why on hand, gets back in his car and drives back to Freddy's.

it's his second time there that night, though nobody else knows that.

David Edition

nearly a week after Fritz disappeared, David was fed up with the fact that nobody seemed to be doing anything. so they were going to go out to find Fritz themself.

after a small (mostly one-sided on their end) argument with their mother, who had a headache and was watching TV to destress, they proclaim that they're leaving to go find Fritz, lock their bedroom door, and then smash open the window to break out of their bedroom. the reason they did all that? their mom made it clear that she wasn't going to let them go out the front door, and because neither of them knew when Trevor was going to come home (and didn't want to risk HIM getting pissed about all of this). along with this, David's bedroom window was locked.

Trevor comes home, drunk as hell and PISSED as hell, and starts to head right off to David's room to make that fact known. Skyler, his wife, does the "Leave him alone tonight, he's had a rough day" line (< she doesn't know Dave's nonbinary), and Trevor wholly ignores her.

after a bit of searching around the outside of the house, he discovers the footprints. cue "He'll Be Sorry When He Gets Back." (little do they know, David's not coming back)

fun fact: David's disappearance wasn't reported for like. three days, because their parents were so used to them running off for a few days. Michael was the one to report David missing after he showed up at their house, asking where they were, because he hadn't seen them for three days at that point.

Afton Family Edition

Cassidy, post-Bite, has kinda become...more sensitive to ghost stuff (thanks, David). Cassidy, who now technically has the excuse of "well, Weird Brain Stuff, you're kid's gonna be different now," starts acting out more. some of it is genuine outbursts caused by his brain injury Fucking Up His Brain, other times...his "weird behavior" is all his own. sometimes, he tries to help David get their body discovered, whether on his own, or by trying to lead someone else to it.

sometimes, this manifested itself as "Cassidy is randomly going to The Lake in the middle of the night for "No Apparent Reason"." (the reason is David's Body)

William comes home drunk one night, at least mildly pissed about one thing or another, and sees Michael on the couch. he asks where Cassidy is, Mike answers "in his room, last i checked," and then Mike gives the warning to William that Cassidy's having one of his "Bad Days." given that William's drunk, and is at least mildly pissed off when he is, Mike doesn't want him to make things worse, and potentially trigger a meltdown or outburst as a result.

William goes to check on Cassidy, realizes the door's locked, and, knowing that something like this has happened before (a few times, at least), goes outside to see if he's right. lo and behold: Cassidy's bedroom window is wide open, there's footprints leading off in the direction of the lake, and there's Fredbear's footprints nearby.

William leaves to go get Cassidy, doing so under the guise that he's worried that Cassidy might drown in the lake (which. he Is at least mildly worried about. but he's more worried about Cassidy "finding something," in this case, a body)

so anyway!! there's the three different versions of Midnight Motorist in Blurred Lenses :]

Cool cool cool. Killing william and davids parents forever

[simstasia]

Hi, it's been a while!

I've been super busy and stressed for a few months now, so I haven't really had the time to play. I'm still super busy and stressed but wanted to destress a bit by working on my savefile ^^

I built these new builds: 1. Restaurant in Willow Creek 2. Nightclub/bowling alley/arcade in NewCrest 3. A family home for a wealthy family i'm planning to include in my save.

Just wanted to show these off :) I'm probably going to disappear again.

[thomine]

the unseen : heizou

pair: heizou x reader info: general audiences, injured animal, cars exist (modern au), slight spoilers for heizou's teapot lines, not proofread

summary: a stray cat that heizou sees goes missing, but he finds an unlikely encounter when he meets with the stray cat again.

word count: 800 words series: day 17 of au august 2023 / prompt: pet links: work tag

There was a stray cat that lingers near Heizou’s apartment. It was silent yet friendly, approaching anyone who kneeled and clicked their tongue in its direction. He’s watched it laze at various spots, gave it a few pets, but he did not have the time to sieve out good wet food from the choices at the grocery store, or pick the best cardboard box for it to rest in.

Being a detective meant long working hours, and—on day he could barely take those simple steps towards his bedroom—Heizou wonders what’s the point of investing in a good bed when he finds himself crashing on the couch. Therefore, he doesn’t have a lot of experiences with choosing nice things either, often opting for whatever is the most convenient.

His heart weighed with guilt whenever the friendly cat meowed and trotted to him, granting him a chance to destress by stroking its soft fur. He would get something for this cat, a promise he couldn’t fulfil because the cat disappeared.

It just had to be the week when things were toppling. A case with little to work with, less-than-passionate colleagues that evaded responsibility, and a boss hounding him to meet unrealistic KPIs. The missing cat added stress, and to calm his nerves, he assumed the most obvious: time has matured and nature took its course. He just hoped the cat passed peacefully.

The guilt in his heart does not vanish, however. Something about the situation did not sit right with him.

As he loiters around the neighbourhood, he decides he needs fresh scenery to help him clear his mind—not just about his empty promise but to pause from work too. His intuition tells him it’s probably the only thing he can do to cheer him up.

As he turns at a bend that he’s seen while on his way home yet have not explored where it went, he notices someone kneeling and reaching out towards some bushes. It’s you, his colleague, still in your uniform. He thought he was the only one who worked overtime today.

“Kitty,” you say in the sweetest voice you can. In response, there’s a meek meow coming from within the greenery.

He’s not a cat expert, but that sounds familiar. His heart skips a beat as theories gather in his mind.

He kneels next to you, aware of your tiny jump of surprise but his focus is on the creature hiding behind the bushes. He sees a shade of orange, white, and black in a pattern he recognises, and snaps his finger in delight.

Without haste, he fishes out treats his intuition told him to bring. He hands some to you as well, and both of you continue your mission to coo the cat out. When it does, Heizou’s heart sinks.

It limps forward, revealing a scar on its scalp.

You look at him, flabbergasted for a few seconds before something in you click. As the cat approaches Heizou’s treat, you sneak closer to it and envelope it in a hug. It struggles. You do not fight it yet hold it tightly so that it does not hurt you. He watches, slightly amused. This is not your first time you’ve captured a stray cat.

When the cat has calmed down thanks to Heizou’s constant supply of treats, you lift it off the ground and whisper soft encouragements. It merely meows in reply, unbothered and twisting its body to get more treats.

“I have a cardboard we can put it in,” Heizou offers.

“There’s no need if you know how to drive.” The cat nibbles on the last of Heizou’s treats and whines. You bop it up and down like a baby. “Hey…” you say when you look at him. “Don’t judge okay. I’ve had my far share of trouble taking care of young kids who love to bully cats. This—this is just the best way I learned to calm them down.”

The cat meows, getting a little too comfortable such that its tail wags around your arms. You stifle a laugh, trying your hardest not to shift drastically at it ticklish tease.

Heizou raises his hands in surrender. He had a small smile hence why you thought he was judging. Caught, he lets it grow to a wide grin.

“It’s cute,” he notes. “Should I re-introduce myself? You seem like a new person from the colleague I know at my workplace. Today I learned you're pretty skilled at handling cats.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile is light. “Do you know how to drive or not? The cat’s getting a little hard to hold.” Even though its snuggling right in your arms, it does wiggle, restless. “The wound might not be infected, but I wouldn’t want to stand here all night.”

Heizou gestures for you to follow. Something about this encounter causes his heart to stir—you have that glow he adores when people go out of their way to do something they believe in.

author's note: not my best work (no thoughts head empty story), but i like heizou's voicelines and i would love to make a complete story out of it one day.

[monochrome-chaos]

"That's kind of the purpose of such questions. To make ye' think. It's a question my Mentor poised to me once.. I still think about it." He had to wonder what all of them were doing back home, had any time passed since his disappearance? If so, how much time? Were they working on tracking him down?

He knew at the least, Solomon, his mentor.. the one who had asked him such a question, would no doubt be adamantly working to find his lost student. Lucifer no doubt close behind, with Satan hot on his heels, criticizing his methods. The rest would be trying to help how they could, and finding means of destressing how ever they did without their little human around.

He missed his home, he missed Devildom.

"I find it a question that changes as time goes on. As ye' grow as a person. How things ye' once enjoyed lose their luster, or your tastes change. And those moments ye' pause ta' think about how far ye've come.. or regressed." Alacai mused, arms crossed over his chest. Hell, it was weird looking at himself now. Trapped in some weird world of magic and 'wonder'. Pulled from his home, and still not knowing why.

Even so, he wasn't exactly sure why he gave the question to this visitor to the guest room in Ramshackle. It was a place that was open for everyone, true.. but it was odd seeing people who weren't from the usual group of students he knew that came to visit.

He'd just been tidying up before relaxing on one of the chairs, and well..

The best way to break the silence, was often with a philosophical question.

@monochrome-chaos inquired: "Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?" (Any of your TWST muses~)

⁕| Stuff From The Old Blog |⁕

"How do you mean?" the icy young man replied in response to the other's question. There were many different ways Isfrid could interpret the question, and a variety of answers to go with each version. In truth, he mainly asked the other to clarify because he feared over-answering the question. Because he did feel as if it was strange to be himself at times.

There was so much he kept hidden from the world, so many details that only he knew. Humans didn't truth fairies, so he couldn't let anyone know about what he was. And of course there was the truth of his past...how he destroyed everything he held dear like some monster of ice and cold... Looking at who he was now as opposed to who he was then, he did feel strange to be himself. After all, was he really himself? Or did he lose so much of him the day he lost his home to his own bitter cold?

He lightly shook his head when he realized he had zoned out. "There is a lot to think about with a question like that..."

[uncouth-the-fifth]

Prompt 138 and 189 for Dames pls🥺🥺

138. "Were you just masturbating?" and 189. "I don't know what to do." / "Then let me teach you," with Damian Wayne.

i claimed i was going to start writing shy readers, then i immediately wrote the boldest reader ever 🤰 that’s my legacy. set when Damian still lives at the manor at about 19 <3

The house was suspiciously quiet. You knew that Bruce and Alfred would be gone, but considering how your texts were left on delivered, Damian had probably forgotten you were coming over. Or, some grand adventure had carried him away for the night. You tried to brace yourself for disappointment as your footsteps padded through the echoing halls of the house. Worse case scenario, Damian had forgotten and you’d get to make dinner and spend time with Alfred, like last time.

Even after being Damian’s girlfriend for several months, the Manor still intimidated you. It’s structure was confusing and sound travelled oddly, like it was cushioned by the breath of the Wayne family ghosts. You weren’t freaked out, per se. But you did sneak a little quieter while looking for Damian.

When you couldn’t find him in the library or with his pets in the observatory, your last option was his room. Again, you were daunted with the task of remembering which door was Damian’s, since they all looked the same.

A muffled sound drew you to the middlemost door in the hall. Damian was the only one who lived at home anymore, so it had to be him.

Still spooked by the rest of the house, you took the handle and eased it open as quietly as you could. Damian could be napping. He could be painting, or sketching, and neither would make a good moment to disturb him. He could be—

Touching himself. Naked.

Damian had just gotten out of the shower. His bronze shoulders were dotted with water drops, and his short, tousled black hair was shiny and damp. There was a sexy, tired edge to his face that told you he’d had an awful day - then it broke into shy bliss when his thumb brushed his tip. One hand held him up, sitting at his bedside with his legs spread and a towel open under his thighs. He was stunningly hard. The long, girthy dick that you’d only glimpsed on accident before sat awkwardly in Damian’s hands, and it occurred to you that this was the first time he’d ever done this. He’d never pleasured himself before.

Not once. If you thought about it (and you did, often), Damian seemed too prude and impersonal to satisfy himself that way. It was more in character for him to beat on a punching bag for a couple hours instead of destressing... like this.

You locked your surprised gasp in your throat, arm jerking to slam the door. A thousand apologies came to mind. But you couldn’t lie to yourself.

It was hot, and you wanted to watch.

This, of course, was right when Damian noticed you. Before you could blink, he was across the room, the towel was around his waist again and he was snarling at you, face explosively red. Damian cursed in Arabic. He moved to slam the door in your face, spitting in shame, but you were in the way of the frame. It felt like your feet were glued to the floor.

Your boyfriend, with his moist muscles, his sexy scars, getting a hard on for you... Thinking about you a little too deeply in the shower, and emerging to resolve it himself... Damian had only gotten turned on with you once before - you’d been making out, hands in each other’s shirts and tongues in each other’s mouths, only for him to suddenly bolt up and disappear. You wondered what he’d been thinking about. Or even better, who.

Stupidly, you asked, “...Were you just masturbating?”

“No, I was battling Clayface,” Damian snapped. “What do you think I was doing, L/N?”

“Wait!” You yelped, but you couldn’t understand why he’d want to. “Was... Is this your first time doing that?”

Damian glared at you hard enough to steamroll you, shame leaking out of his pores. If you dared to look between you - and you did - he was still painfully hard, and so, so big. Drool pooled into your mouth without your permission, and you had to audibly swallow it to be able to speak again. When Damian realized where you’d peeked, he blanched. He was still soaking wet. (You probably were, too).

He shuffled in place, and did something that surprised you. Damian avoided your eyes. “Why should you care? And - and what are you even doing here?”

“You texted me that you missed me last weekend. You wanted to teach me chess, and I think you said that we could talk about the book we’re reading together,” you babbled. “We... we made plans for today? It’s okay if you don’t remember... um, it looks like you had a very hard day...”

To help your predicament, you added with a sigh, “...Very hard.”

Damian cleared his throat. He put a hand on the doorframe beside you, bicep raised by your face. “...I - I did. Miss you.”

Again, you gestured to his towel. “I can tell.”

He shot you a flat look that very clearly read, not funny. Damian forced himself to stand still, at a total loss for words beyond that point. To you, it looked like an opening.

“Maybe I could...” you hooked your finger into the waist of his towel, moving deeper into his space, “help you with that?”

Damian smelled like pure sex. Beneath that was his heady bodywash and shampoo, which floated off him like his humidity did, intoxicating and full of flavor. It was like stepping into the radius of a love spell. You already loved Damian, but the heat coming off of him made you want to show him how much.

His expression was demure. Damian lifted his chin to snatch up his remaining dignity, and you didn’t miss his sacrifice of vulnerability. “...Yes. I didn’t... I didn't know what to do.”

Damian’s answer winded you. Your sudden role-reversal was strange, but the newness was welcome. Usually, you were the embarrassed one that Damian was teaching, so an opportunity to teach him - especially about something like this - seemed irresistible. And Damian admitting that he wasn’t equipped for something? He might as well have dropped down on one knee and given you a ring.

“Then let me teach you.”

He allowed you to slide past him, and quietly, aware of his self-indulgence, shut the door with a click. Damian shuffled back to his bed and sat down, chewing his lip. As cute as he was when nervous, you wanted him to enjoy this, so you gifted him a warm, sweet kiss before you eased your hand around his thigh. Damian returned it with a muffled hum, warmed by the taste.

You both sighed. The stress seem to leave his frame like air out of a beaten balloon, relaxing his back. Still, his fingers twitched at his sides, and only more so when you chased your kiss to your knees and encouraged him to lay back. 

He had the courage to watch, so you found the charisma to ask him, “Comfortable?”

Damian nodded, shy.

“Can I touch you, beautiful?”

Again, Damian closed his eyes and shivered out a gruff yes.

Opening the towel was a gift within itself. Damian’s bulge practically opened it up on it’s own, popping free, unrestrained. If it seemed big before, it was huge in your palm. Just holding it made Damian hiss. His cock was proud and freshly cleaned, begging to be tasted. A string of drool slid off your tongue and pooled around his rosy tip, making Damian gasp and wince. You rolled the wetness down his veiny shaft, reveling in his little noises, the way his toes and fingers curled in delight. Not once did you forget that you were the first person to ever touch him like this - neither did Damian, who looked at you like he would do anything to be touched.

“Like this,” you whispered.

The shape of the tip was made for your mouth. Once he was nice and slick, that was the first place you took him, curling your tongue around his dripping, bulbous head. Damian melted, shoulders first. Taking even a little bit of him into your mouth required your lips to wrap around him, and you sucked until the fit was snug - an inch or two in. Otherwise he hung in your hand, desperate to be squeezed. You closed his shaft in your fist and twisted, hastened by pre-cum and spit, until Damian’s thighs tensed into rock.

Finally, you took his closest hand curled it around his cock. With his knuckles under your palm, you showed Damian how to guide himself into your mouth, and how to do it without you. His chest puttered up and down with every drag, his hand working at a dangerous pace. Soon, he was a pro with enthusiasm. Damian met your mouth with his hand every time.

With a shaken sputter of your name, Damian came. Like a dam, he flooded into your mouth, filling and filling until it felt like you’d drank an entire cup of his cum. It drizzled over your chin and down your neck, which fluttered with every breath and mouthful you gulped down.

“I-I think I understand, now,” Damian said, throat hoarse and breath spent, “but just in case... Would you mind showing me that again?”

[blu-joons]

Sleepy Kisses ~ Lee Chan

Your eyes looked down at Chan as he settled his head against your shoulder, letting go of a sigh of content as he finally began to relax. Under the stress of his day, the one thing that he had been looking forward to was the chance to come home to you.

As he rested, your hand immediately reached up and began to run through his hair, tousling gently through the small knots that came as a result of a long day of rehearsals, with hours of dance under his belt as the final details were added in preparation for the group’s upcoming comeback.

Chan had barely been able to get himself through the front door when he arrived at your apartment, relying on you for support to get him straight through to the bedroom so that he could lay down and try and take some of the weight of the day off of his feet.

“How does that feel?” You asked once he stopped moving around.

His head nodded as he his hand moved across to wrap around your waist, keeping you securely where he wanted you so that he could allow his eyes to close, just as he felt a kiss from you be placed against the top of his head.

“Thank you for always taking care of me,” he whispered groggily as he tried to keep himself awake, “I don’t know what I did so right to be able to have you in my life, but I appreciate having you there for me, always.”

Your hand continued to move through his hair as he spoke, humming along to much of what he had said. You were cautious of talking too much and keeping him awake, instead opting to use affection to make sure Chan knew that you were listening.

And as ever, you managed to understand exactly what he needed of you. Words weren’t what he needed to hear as he tried to destress, instead he wanted to feel your hugs and your kisses and know that you were there for him.

You had been through comebacks too many times, knowing exactly what Chan always needed from you. Support was a must for him, especially at the end of the day when he tried to calm himself down and stop pressurising himself too much too.

“Get some sleep if you’re tired,” you whispered down to him.

“Not yet,” he responded, opening his eyes for a few brief seconds, “I want to stay up with you for a little while yet, I’ve barely seen you all day Y/N.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you quickly reassured him with another kiss being pressed to the top of his head, “I know how hard you’re working and how busy you are. If laying in bed is the only time that I get to spend with you for a while, then I’m alright with that.”

His arm moved further around your waist as you spoke, gripping much more tightly onto you making sure that you didn’t disappear from his side.

“I’m sorry that I’m not here more,” he spoke up to you, “I miss being with you so much.”

“You’re here now,” you reminded him, trying to keep him settled.

There was always a guilt in Chan whenever he got busy that it meant less time with you, it didn’t matter how understanding you were, that feeling never went away. He wished so often just for more time in his day, more time with you.

Even as you held him, Chan knew just how sympathetic you were towards how hard he was working, whilst he expected you to be angry, you just never were.

And as his heart began to feel heavy, he couldn’t help but whisper up to you again. “I’ll never take you for granted and just how kind you are Y/N.”

You were used to Chan being open with you when he was tired, pouring his heart out to you to try and stop himself from falling asleep and spending some more time with you.

“The best thing about being with you is that it doesn’t matter how stressed I get at work, I can always come home to you and relax again,” he admitted.

“Home is the place where you can always forget about work, and just be you.”

“And that’s all down to you,” he added, “being with you always just feels so comfortable, it makes me feel as if I have no reason to stress, even if I do have many reasons.”

As Chan continued to open up to you, you listened closely to his tales from the studio, and the numerous discussions and arguments that had taken place between the group and the staff as they tried to perfect everything.

“Everyone just wants the best for you all,” you assured him as soon as he finished venting, “there’s a lot of opinions flying around with such a big group.”

“Too many people like to have an input when they really have no place to speak.”

“That’s life,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “you’ve just got to try and smile through it and at least pretend to appreciate their opinion.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “sometimes it’s really tempting just to lock a few people in a cupboard or something whilst we have these discussions, it’s the only way to shut them up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Chan spoke, plotting a plan to try and get away the useless opinions as he snuggled further into your chest. You knew that it was just the exhaustion talking, but it sure did seem like a good idea to make life easier for him.

“Tomorrow is another fresh day when all of you can come together and try and get things done. Right now, you’re just going through the usual pressures that come with being so close to comeback, it’s like a vicious cycle that you seem to go through all the time.”

“It’s tempting sometimes to break the cycle,” he suddenly confessed, “to just find a way to stop feeling so much pressure and constantly feel like I have to be perfect.”

“The only thing you can ever do is your best Chan, that’s all that those who matter want from you,” you encouraged, “and you always do your best too.”

“I don’t ever want to let anyone down.”

His voice was barely whisper as he spoke his final sentence, feeling a pit of nerves in his stomach. At times he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but no one ever understood that side of Chan quite like you did.

“I know it’s easy for me to say, but just try and forget about work for now,” you suggested, “with your eyes closed, I think it would be good for you to try and get some sleep.”

“Will you go to sleep too?” Chan then asked you, “I don’t think I want to fall asleep unless I stay here with you right now. Would it be rude of me to ask you to keep kissing the top of my head too, that feels nice right now?”

“Whatever you need,” you vowed, doing exactly what Chan asked of you, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll stay right here with you, and you can stay cuddled into my side if it means that you’ll get some rest.”

“You really are the best Y/N, honestly.”

“I’m just looking out for you,” you reminded him, “it’s the least that I can do with how busy you are right now too.”

“I’ll make all this up to you, I promise.”

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