#so take his beautiful face o7

[breadhalfburnt]

you should draw THE Markiplier,,,just cuz

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Valentines Day Special Fic ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[ My friend silly giving me this idea i had no other V-day special then they reminded me I'm actually a writer so O7 to u bestie ]‼️

・┆✦ Entry : 021 ✦ ┆・

╰┈➤ ❝ [ And In Those Eyes I see Heaven; My Heaven] ¡! ❞

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jinwoo muses as he watches your face light up with a soft giggle.

Here he was, in front of you. Sporting a tuxedo that oh-so fits him perfectly that he looks straight of a dream with a bouquet of delicately arranged pink roses he plans to give to you.

Jinwoo had even went so far as to brush his hair neatly and maybe even wax it, making you laugh all the more uncontrollably as he tries to process what is going on exactly.

Silly.

It's so silly, really.

Back then, he was a shy boy who would stutter when he gives you your annual valentines day gift.

Jinwoo really couldn't spend too much money since he needed to save some for later expenses and academic stuff.

So instead he would resort into horribly handmade gifts

He started with the sloppiest and most crudely made paper boquets.

Jinwoo is ashamed of himself, but he couldn't take the gifts back since you would horde them to yourself for safekeeping.

His gifts would range to horribly made papercrafts, to seashells he found by the shore, to necklaces he put together by trinkets.

He would take you out to innocent dates, walking you on quiet parks of seoul. If the parks are too noisy, Jinwoo would go out of his way to search for possible date places.

Maybe it would be you two passing by supposed haunted buildings, maybe you two would be in the bookstore skimming around on the book covers and debating which book would look more fanciful to read than the other, other times he would take you to isolated cafes where only the two of you and the barista would be making noise in the soundless place.

No matter how funny and cute your valentines were, you knew, for sure— That whatever Jinwoo does is from the bottom of his heart.

He would think his efforts are stupid, but secretly that was why you loved him.

It's not because it was expected of a boyfriend, it was because he did something even if he knows he wouldn't do the best.

Jinwoo would always be trying for you, he would always be thoughtful of you, so much so that it makes your heart just cry from his sincerity.

How could someone just be so full of love? How could someone just give their hearts out like that? How is he so sincere?

Even if he were struggling with his odd jobs, even if he was silently crying behind closed doors from the stress living is causing him— Jinwoo always thought of you, he thought of how he could make you happy the next time you meet.

He thought of how he would hide his wounds and gashes from hunts just for you.

He always, always, thought of you.

But little did you knew, he had done some stuff for your attention.

He made those crude gifts because he wanted to see you make fun of him, he wanted to see you burst out laughing and gush about the little thing he made.

He took you to different places because he wanted you to see the more beautiful things of this world, he wanted to show you just how worth it living here is even if the world seems so dark and horrible.

He took you to those quiet little corners so he could hear your voice better without the background noise of anything else.

He often hides his injuries, yes, but sometimes he would purposely let those bandages get lose because he knew you would wrap it up for him. Whether you do it silently or you do it while scolding him, all he cared about, was how beautiful you are right at that moment.

Jinwoo loves you, more than you will ever know, more than any words could ever describe.

The swelling of his heart that never ends, the butterflies in his stomach that keeps fluttering around, and the galaxy he sees in your eyes— Oh how he loved you.

Even if he didn't say 'I love you' 3000' times a day, even if he couldn't give you everything back then— He loved you with all of him just as he does right if not more.

He loves subtly touching your fingers, he loves grazing his fingers on your lovely face, he loves staring at you in a complete daze, he loves running his hands through your soft hair.

Overall, he ust loved touching you and admiring you up close or from afar.

Because so long as you are in front of him, he doesn't really need to think about anything but just....

'Ah,... I love you so much'

Just how can he not spoil you no matter how much he embarasses himself?

And that same flimsy, wimpy and shy little boy, is now a man.

Dressed so handsomely in his suit, upright posture, a proud smile on his face.

This Man...

No

Your Man.

Your Sung Jinwoo

Your Jinwoo.

Not the Shadow Monarch, not the Tenth S-ranker of South Korea, not the World's Strongest hunter.

Just Jinwoo.

Your lovely, lovely, Jinwoo.

Even if he had grown so much, even if he had become so drastically different.

He is still Jinwoo.

The Jinwoo who made you crude paper flowers

The Jinwoo who dragged you into silly places

The Jinwoo who never stops at loving you.

...

"You know..." Jinwoo sighs, chuckling as he ruffles his hair to mess it up a little. "I think this version of me is better than a super formal gentleman, right?"

Yeah.

That's right.

A gentleman Jinwoo is always welcome.

But the Jinwoo who is just him is much... Much more lovable.

"Happy Valentines Day, Love."

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[fushipurro]

It's a Girl!

☆ Content: f!reader, smut, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink, oral sex, established relationship, pet names

☆ Notes: drabble inspired by the red nail theory as well as a new OPI nail polish i got recently and currently have on quite literally named "it's a girl". also i didn't proofread this for once so hopefully it's fine o7

"fuck─ baby, you look so pretty right now."

toji's hand held a loose grip on the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his length. fingers twirling over the spots you can't quite encompass and around his heavy balls.

it was taking everything he had to not buck his hips to dig deeper into your throat, settling for gripping the armrest of the couch, risking whether he'd have to buy another one or not later.

you hollowed your cheeks as much as you could, changing to pace to one more slow, more methodical as you stared up at him throwing his head back in response. you pulled back with a pop sound, keeping his shaft in your hands.

"keep your eyes on me, sweet face~," you hummed, taking a page out of his book for all the times he refuses to let you look away as he bullies your cunt. he obliged but with a groan following. "oh, so needy," you purred.

taking his cock back into your mouth once more, you swirled your tongue around the girth as much as you could, meticulously working over his sweet spots like tying a cherry stem.

"fuck, that's it," he cooed, "such a perfect mouth."

you felt yourself needing some attention after being praised so with one hand you reached down and gathered some slick from your folds with a moan humming through his length before rubbing circles over your clit.

a familiar twitch sparked against your tongue that alerted you he was close. you moved off your clit and back to the base of his cock for the full experience to stimulate him through his high.

he stared down at you, his brows knitting together as he came undone, shooting hot ropes of seed down the back of your throat. as you popped off from the tip, you took your own fingers into your mouth to taste yourself, giving the man a show of swallowing.

toji cupped your face with his thick hand, "look at you, shit. you're so pretty." his eyes wandered from your half-lidded beauties down to your fingers glazed in arousal. "pink nails this time? you always look good in pink." he smiled. "what dumb name is this one called?"

"they're not always dumb names," you chuckled. "this one's called 'it's a girl'."

he raised an eyebrow instantly, "yeah? you tryin' to tell me something?"

before you even had a moment to look confused, toji had already pulled you up off the ground, dropping you softly with your back against the fabric as he loomed over your body. he had hooked his arms under your knees, raising them up over his shoulder as he aligned his tip to your entrance.

"is my pretty girl saying she wants me to fuck a baby into her?"

"huh? toj─ ah!" he pushed his length in by several inches, giving you about half a second to adjust before rutting into you.

"that's it, fuck, that's all you had to say, doll." he pressed his body down until his forehead touched your own in a mating press. sweat dripping off onto his skin onto your own as his kissing drowned out your moans. he moved to your neck, rubbing against you finding the perfect sweet spot to latch onto you. "you want me to fill you up, right? make you a mama?"

"ah fuck─ toji!"

he bit down on your neck. "tsk tsk sweetheart, you're going to have to start calling me something different from now on." he smirked.

"mphm, w-what?" your brain was turning to mush with his tip hitting all the right places. squelching noises filling the room with every clap of his balls against your ass.

the knot in your stomach grew tighter, wanting to so badly for relief to wash over you but then he just stopped pushing with his tip just left stranded at your entrance.

"come on," he grunted, "you know what to say, i won't give you a baby unless you say it."

it was quickly becoming unbearable, all that teasing you did to him earlier for naught as he knew perfectly how to make you fall apart from his touch. you're beyond desperate for him to keep going, dumb off his fat cock.

"fuck fuck toj─ daddy! please please please fill me, daddy!"

and with those magic words he pushed right back in and deeper than before, kissing right up against your cervix with every thrust. "goood girl. gonna fill you right up, okay? fuck you're gonna look so pretty carrying my baby in you."

his thrusts started to grow sloppy, the timing of your euphoric releases about to perfectly coincide together. toji moved his lips back to yours just as messily so he could see your starstruck eyes unravel.

"cum for daddy," he purred, sliding his wet thumb down over your pearl as best as he could, swirling circles to finally make you shatter, singing his name in a stream of moans. "there, that's it, mama. fuck, i love you so much, y/n."

"ngggh─ god, toji!"

as your walls spasmed around his cock, he quickly finished chasing his high, once again coating your velvet walls in white. you clenched your legs around his waist to draw him closer with all your strength, sucking him for every last drop he was worth.

your head fell back against the cushions as you panted for air. toji kept himself buried in your even as his seed leaked outside your cunt. you felt empty when he finally pulled out, absentmindedly clenching around nothing craving his return.

he chuckled watching this, using his fingers to gather the loose beads and push them right back inside you, leaving a kiss to your clit.

after a moment he stood up, lifting you off the couch and bringing you to your spot on the bed. he went to retrieve a washcloth to clean you off as you finally came back to reality.

"how you feelin', sweetheart?" he asked, settling himself behind you and pulling your back flush against his body, arms holding your around your waist.

"like i'm going to have to go buy a crib later." you teased, making him laugh right up into your ear. "i didn't think you wanted to have any kids yet if ever."

"mmm," he hummed in thought, closing his eyes and pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck, "i want whatever makes you happy. if you want a baby girl then that's what i'll give ya."

"and if it's a boy?" you turned your head to look over your shoulder at him.

he returned your gaze with a sly grin, "then i'll just have to fuck you as many times as it takes and more for you, mama."

you laughed, meeting his lips once more, "well, i'm fine either way so long as the baby is healthy and i have you."

"you're so good to me. i don't know what i'd do without ya, y/n."

"neither can i, toji. i love you."

[gatitties]

Mute: O5. Sick

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

@chiyoso

"Sorry for the inconvenience again."

You denied repeatedly crossing your arms, Semi sighed to say goodbye. Currently you had a day off because some of your teachers had an important meeting, you thought to spend the day resting in your bed, sleeping or watching some series but apparently a certain blocker had fallen ill. At first you didn't understand very well why they need someone to take care of him while the others train ─he just had a slight fever─ but you understood when you saw how he hung from the ceiling lamp singing a song you didn't know.

«How the fuck did him get there?»

You opened your eyes when you saw that he jumped towards his bed like a gorilla, when he landed he started to jump disarranging everything. He really looked like a child with too much energy, did he really have a fever? You walked calmly up to him, touched his shoulder, his smile widened at the sight of you.

"I'm glad you're here, let's do something fun!"

His laughter distracted you for a few seconds, which was enough for him to grab your wrist and run across campus. He was jumping happily while you tried to keep up with him and stop him but it was quite difficult considering his long legs and that he was a sportsman, which you were not. It wouldn't do you any good to yell at him mentally because he wasn't even looking at you so somewhat resigned you accepted being dragged towards god knows where. You felt his sudden energy start to wane a bit, though he was still running through the streets you were able to start keeping up with him.

"Here!"

He stopped suddenly causing your face to be stamped against his back, he didn't move an inch but he smiled when he saw how you had to hug him to keep your balance.

«Tendou, where...?»

You went blank when you saw the area, it was a simple street that was quite long and narrow decorated with various banderillas, small shops, it looked like a small market full of interesting things where the children ran around playing while the mothers talked quietly with some merchant. It was a strange area, but it caught your attention, it seemed that it was away from all the noise of the city, everything was calm.

You looked at the redhead for a few seconds, debating whether you should go back or take a quick peek. You snorted a bit before placing your hand on Tendou's forehead, pulling at his shirt so that his height dropped a bit. His temperature was a little high but he didn't seem so sick anymore.

"Don't worry, let's look a bit."

You nodded not very convinced but you let yourself go again, now he didn't grab your wrist but your hand, you were a little surprised but you thought that if he would be calmer that way you wouldn't mind shaking his hand, at first you played a little with his long fingers as he looked around the little stalls, then you both started looking at some of the games that were out there.

"Shall we try that?"

He pointed to a game with ducklings. You shrugged your shoulders to walk towards there, the man who occupied the position smiled amused to see how the couple tried to catch the ducks failing miserably, he let you try another free attempt and this time you managed to take the less expensive prize; a stuffed animal, specifically you chose a swan that somehow reminded you of him. They continued like this for a while, Tendou managed to buy a couple of sleeves and posters of what seemed to be quite beautiful actresses, it was already late for him to be out in his state, so taking advantage of the fact that he seemed calmer, you began to gently pull his hand, heading back towards Shiratorizawa.

You sighed closing the door behind you, the redhead had collapsed on his bed falling asleep. You grabbed the medicine from the desk to mix and prepare it, when you finished it he reluctantly took it but relaxed by going back to bed. You sat a little tired on the bed, unconsciously stroking his head as if he was a feline while he enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by you, he grabbed your waist to pull you next to him, a little nervous you lay down next to him knowing that he was not going to let go in a bit. A few seconds later he just wrapped his whole body around you in a hug, with nothing else to do you closed your eyes to fall asleep. Without knowing how much time had passed you felt a blinding light, you lazily opened your eyes to blush furiously, Shirabu was taking a picture of your posture.

"I also want to get sick."

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to get sick, Shirabu."

Semi laughed at Ushijima's misunderstanding, he helped you get out of Tendou's arms because it was already quite late and you had to go back to your room but someone wouldn't let you. As soon as you touched the doorknob Tendou got you up surprising you, the redhead laid you back on the bed closing your eyes, you tried to get out of there seeing how the others laughed and made fun of your situation, in the end, Semi tried to get you out.

Tried.

When the former setter grabbed your arm to pull, he received a slap from Tendou, who just held you tighter against his chest, pouting and frowning slightly, like a baby.

"Mine."

He hissed narrowing his eyes at his companions. No one could help you and you stayed in his arms all night. When you woke up thanks to the sun coming through the window, you felt your face warm along with a discomfort throughout your body.

"Good morning!"

Tendou jumped totally healthy from the bathroom, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, you sniffled, sneezing, you had caught a cold because of him.

"Is someone sick? Well, well, I'll be your doctor!"

«Tendou please call Semi, I don't want to die»

"Huh?! Do you not trust me?"

«Nope»

You swore you saw an arrow go through Tendou as he clutched his chest hurt by your comment.

[valve3nthusiast]

Please for the love of god give us more megasound thoughts. I was laughing so hard at your last one I was crying I love it

On it boss o7

Imo some peak sexyfunny megasound dynamic is Soundwave being lowkey oblivious to how much he has Megatron's spike on a chain

I think they both would have been crushing for a while before they got together. Now that they're dating, Soundwave is lost in that domestic bliss sauce, but Megatron is 100% aware he just bagged the hot goth bf of his dreams, and he will, under no circumstances, fuck this up

Which actually leads to Soundwave being the kinky, adventurous one at first. As previously mentioned, acts of service are his thing, and he's definitely into playing up the "dating your boss" aspect of this relationship

An average day for Megatron after they start dating: "You want to suck me off while I sit on the throne?" "You want to ride me while you get datawork done?" "You want to put a vibrating spike in your valve and give me the controller?" (He is SO into it)

Megatron occasionally wonders if he's stepped into a dream, or perhaps an alternate universe. Then he takes Soundwave to bed, fingers him open, and fucks him into the berth. As he watches Soundwave’s beautiful face twist in overload, Megatron decides, As long as this never ends, I don't particularly care either way

(One day Soundwave's gonna be like, hey you never suggest anything are you actually down with all this? And Megs will panic and blurt out something like, I wanna fuck you across the table in the middle of a command meeting)

[cecilebutcher]

♡Meeting the in-laws♡

For my gorgeous bestie Cat<3

May Sephie be ready to deal with the chaos that is the Shroud and Olympia houses o7

Pop off queen

this took years e to write, and i am so sorry for that

Word count: 3.3k

!!Likes do nothing, Reblog instead!!

Summary: Idia takes Sephie to a family gathering for some odd reason, shit gets weird.

Warning: cursing smoking and drinking

For: @catboiie16

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Sephie turned her head to look at her very worried boyfriend’s face. He was concentrated on the door in front of them and was fidgeting with his fingers “it’s not that my family will hate you. They’re just….. a lot, all the time” finally he looked at her. She smiled and nodded. “I’ve already spoken to Daria and she seems to like me, I’m sure the others will, or at least ,tolerate me”

Idia gave her a small smile back, before knocking on the front door. She tightened her grip on the basket she was holding, it was filled with some baked sweets she’d been preparing since earlier that morning. ‘Everything will be alright’ she thought to herself before the door opened.

Who greeted them was a lady with chocolate skin, dark night blue eyes and with long blonde wavy hair decorated with flowers. She wore a flowery yellow dress. Once she saw the two of them, her eyes softened and a warm smile appeared on her face. “Idia dear, how have you been?” She opened her arms slightly and surprisingly, Idia hugged her.

After a second he let go and the lady turned to her. “Hello sweetheart” she spoke softly and calmly, it made Sephie feel calmer and warm inside “I’m Dimitra, you must be Sephie. Such a pleasure to meet you darling” again, she opened her arms slightly, as if to say ‘you can hug me if you’d like’ but her face said ‘it’s ok if not’. Sephie ended up hugging her slightly before pulling away. The lady smelled like the sun and flowers, it was nice.

“Is that my baby?!” The lady, Dimitra, stepped away and another lady showed up. This one had pink hair tied in a low bun, light tanned skin and green eyes. She wore the most beautiful pink dress that reached just above her knees with small flowers decorating it. “Idia, baby! Come give your mamma a hug dearest!” Idia, for the second time today, hugged the lady without question.

After the two stopped hugging his mom grabbed him by the face and furrowed her brows “have you been cooped up in your room the whole week again? Idia, baby. You need to stop doing that you’re pale! Isn’t he pale Dimitra?” Dimitra sighed and grabbed Sephie’s forearm gently before pulling her inside “They’ll be at that for a while dear. Why don’t you come inside and meet the rest of the family?”

Sephie turned back to look at her boyfriend and boyfriend’s ,mom who were still at the door talking. “Um” she turned her attention at the blonde walking besides her “I brought some baked goods?” Dimitra looked at the basked the black head was holding up and took it from her hands. She lifted the lid and smiled “muffins, scones, macaroons and some tea leaves?” She looked up at her “thank you darling these look delicious”

“What looks delicious?” The two turned their head to who spoke. It was a dark skinned girl with brown and pink long hair, one of her eyes were gold while the other was pink. She wore an off shoulder red dress that barely reached her knees. Next to her was a guy with light caramel skin, red eyes and a man bun. He wore a black shirt with some beige pants, and for some reason had a dark beige hand bag. Instantly Sephie recognized the girl as Lillian Agape, one of the models that you always saw everywhere.

“Ah. Lillian, Lex. This is Sephie, she brought baked goods and tea leaves” Lillian peered into the basket and grabbed a scone before taking a bite out of it. “Mm” he hummed “this is good Sephie!” A small blush appeared on her face at the compliment. “And I love your hair, it’s so nice! You have to tell me what you do to it!!” Lillian grabbed her hands without warning and smiled at her “you are gorgeous. And so cute! Isn’t she Lexy?” “Yup” said the guy as he ate some muffins. “Where are my manors, As miss Dimitra said. I’m Lillian, the idiot stuffing his face is my boyfriend Lex. And you know Miss Dimitra how?” “Oh I just met her. I’m dating Idia” “what?!”

Sephie jumped a bit at the sudden shout “what do you mean you’re dating Idia?!” Lex came over and asked “You look far too good to be dating Idia” Sephie frowned at that. She didn’t know why people would say things like that. Yes, Idia was a big weird, but he could be a sweetheart when he wanted. And the fact that someone from his family would think something like that was horrible. Before she could say anything, Lillian hit Lex in the chest, earning a small grunt from him “don’t be mean! Idia’s a great guy! Ignore him Sephie, Lex is a dumbass all the time”

She gave a last glare to her boyfriend before locking her arms with Sephie and walking away. Sephie kept glancing back at her. When she came here she didn’t think she’d meet someone like Lillian motherfucking Agape. She was known as one of the most gorgeous people in the world. Her skin was as soft as feathers and hair extremely shiny. She basically looked straight out of a painting. The best part about her? The fact that she managed to become such an inspiration for plus sized people in a community as brutal as modeling. “What type of tea did you bring?” Sephie jumped slightly before looking away quickly, her face going a bit red as she’s been caught staring at the girl besides her. “Pomegranate, Daria asked me to Bering her some today” Lillian only hummed as the two continued to walk.

“Ah, I’m sure you’ve already met our beloved Ortho” Lillian nodded towards the robot who was too preoccupied with what looked to be a tea party with a child and another teenager. “The kid is Xena, She’s Lex and Daria’s youngest sister. The one sitting in the middle is Aison, they’re the second youngest of the Olympia family at 16” Lillia informed her as they walked closer. “Hi you three! I brought a guest with me!” “Hello Sephie Rose!” Greeted Ortho with his usual enthusiasm “How have you been today?” Sephie smiled at him “I’ve been well Ortho, what about you?” “I’ve been well as well”

The kid, who had tan skin one yellow one green eye and brunette bangs while the rest of her hair was grey fashioned into two pigtails, looked up at her with big wondering eyes before holding up a cup to her “Earl grey tea miss?” She asked with a bright smile that reached her eyes. “I’m Xena by the way! Nice to meet you! You’re really pretty!” Sephie smiled back at the child and took the cup from her hand “thank you, you are also very pretty Xena” Xena giggled and went back to her tea. “I’m Aison, if Lillian didn’t tell you” the other teenager, with chocolate skin with white patches here and there, almost black purple wavy hair that almost reached his shoulders and purple eyes while he wore a white and pink shirt underneath a colorful jacket and blue jeans.

Sephie smiled at them as well “well it is lovely to meet you as well, Aison” Aison simply smiled before chugging the still hot tea and pouring himself another cup. Before Sephie could even process what they just did Lillian dragged her to another room. “Sorry about Aison. They’re nice and cool and all, but so weird” Sephie glanced back behind her at the three, a bit worried for the teenager, only to find the three laughing with one another. “Don’t worry Sephie” Lillian reassured with a smile “they’ll be fine, they just like messing around is all”

Sephie returned the smile before averting her gaze and looking back in front of her. She was glad Lillian was with her since Idia was busy being berated by his mom. The day before she was freaking out internally over meeting the Shrouds and Olympia’s, but so far things seemed ok. “Lillian, Lex is looking for you” Hearing that voice somehow made Sephie relax a bit “Good evening Daria” the brunette nodded her head at her in acknowledgment before turning to the pink eyed girl standing arm in arm next to her.

“I’ll continue showing Sephie around. Go deal with your dog” Lillian rolled her eyes at the taller girl “Lex is not a dog, he’s my boyfriend. Honestly sometimes I feel like you hate your brother” Lillian spoke as she let go of the black haired girl next to her “I’ll see you around Sephie” her smile returned as she addressed the younger girl “Daria will take great care of you. I just know it” before leaving she gave Sephie a quick kiss on the cheek and a small wave.

Daria let out a tired sigh before turning around “follow me, Dinner is almost ready so let’s get this over with” Sephie nodded and followed after the girl, who she noted was moving a bit slower then usual. As the two walked in silence Sephie started to wonder where exactly her boyfriend was. There’s no way Acantha still had him at the front door talking about his complexion and diet. Though, from what she heard about the lady she wouldn’t put it past her in all honesty.

“You’ve yet to meet the twins and Nestor, correct?” Sephie was broken out of her thoughts by Daria’s question as they walked into a room. She shook her head in response before stopping as Daria placed a hand in front of her “carful, who knows what those three planted” Sephie blinked in confusion before her eyes wandered to three teenagers. One was on a ladder placing a bucket on top of a door while the other two were at the base of the ladder telling him a bunch of things.

“The one on the Ladder is Nestor. He’s the Kleptomaniac of the family, but he’s also very reliable and often delivers messages from and to dad” the one she was speaking of was a brunet boy wearing a messenger hat and a blue hoodie, she also noticed that his shoe had little wings on, which she thought were adorable.

“The silver haired girl is Cinda. She’s the only one of us that doesn’t go to Royal Sword, She’d also the only one that would rather spend her days with her pets then with actual people” the girl, that as Daria noted had Silver hair, had dark skin and was wearing a crop top with baggy pants and had sunglasses on her head, she also wore an earring in the shape of the sun.

“Lastly is Cyrus, he’s the blond and dad’s favorite. He’s the singer, the doctor, the nicest. Basically he’s everything parents want from their kids. But he’s also the bitchiest of us all” Sephie stared at Cyrus, and just as she thought, it was the Cyrus she thought of. He was taller then she thought, but other then that he was just as he looked in the magazines and album covers.

The two approached and the first to notice was Cinda, who gave the two a small nod before going back to holding the ladder for her brother. “We have a guest you three. This is-“ “Sephie Rose, Idia’s lover, she’s in pomefiore. Yeah I know who she in Darie” Sephie blinked in confusion. Had Idia or Daria told the boy about her. From Daria and the twins expression they weren’t surprised that he knew who she was.

“Cyrus” the blond said and gave the back of her hand a small kiss “pleasure to meet you miss Rose” Sephie’s face went pink a bit at the sudden kiss, Which rewarded Cyrus a slap on the head by his sister. “Ignore him Sephie, he’s like that with everyone” just then Nestor dropped from the top of the ladder. That’s when she noticed that the hat he was wearing casted a shadow over his eyes making them completely invisible. “So, Sephie” he said as he tapped the ladder with a small keychain, causing it to disappear “where is our beloved blue haired cousin?”

Sephie blinked at him but quickly responded “last time I saw him he was talking to his mother at his door” “oh aunt Acantha is here?” Cinda asked as she placed on the pair of glasses “sweet, well, nice to meet you Sephie and goodbye” she gave the Raven haired a small pat on her shoulder and left, not bothering saying goodbye to her siblings. Daria lets out an annoyed sigh before walking away “dinner’s almost ready” “coming Darie!” Nestor responded as he followed behind his eldest sister.

Cyrus smiled at the girl and offered her his elbow. Reluctantly, she looped her arm around his forearm then started walking with him. She glanced up at the blonde, he was a few cm taller than him, and just like the magazines and interviews said, he was gorgeous. “Is everything alright, Miss Rose?” He asked, looking at her with the corner of his eyes “you’re staring”. She quickly looked away, a bit embarrassed by being caught.

“Apologies” she said , still not looking at him “I didn’t mean to stare” Cyrus let out a small chuckle “It’s alright I get it. I’m gorgeous” he said in a joking tone “you are, and I love your songs. The ocean and I is my favorite album of yours” “really? Most people aren’t too fond of that” As the two continued to walk to where Sephie assumed was the dining room, they talked about music, movies, magazines whatever came to their minds. And surprisingly, the two had quite a few interests in common.

Soon they arrived at the dinning room, a large room with a long table in the middle. All the chairs were empty except for two. One was occupied by a guy wearing a simple plain grey jacket. The other chair, which was a bit further from the first guy, was occupied by a man in a black turtleneck. The most notable thing about him was his hair, flaming and blue, just like Idia. “Good evening Uncle, Seraphim” Daria greeted with a nod of her head to the two males. “This is Sephie, She’s a guest. Treat her with respect” She sat down and gestured for Sephie to do the same, which she did with no question “that’s my second eldest brother, Seraphim. And that’s India’s father, and my Uncle, Ambrose” Sephie nodded at the information given to her “it’s a pleasure to meet the two of you” “Like wise miss Sephie” Ambrose responded, not looking up from the book he was reading. Seraphim, however didn’t respond.

Cyrus and Nestor sat a few chairs away from them and next to Seraphim. Or, well, Cyrus did. Nestor decided to rest his cheek on his older brothers’ head and watch him work on whatever it was he was working on. Sephie sat there in silence, unsure if she should start the conversation or not. Cyrus was on his phone, Ambrose was working on some paperwork, Daria was reading and Nestor and Seraphim were talking in hushed voices.

“Good evening everyone” Greeted a soft voice. A small smile tugged at Sephies face as the owner of the voice sat down next to her son, with Cinda sitting at the other side of her. Cyrus greeted his mother with a kiss to her head, while the others gave their own version of a greeting. “The rest are on their way”

After what felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, Idia appeared and sat next to her. She smiled at her boyfriend and placed her hand on top of his. In response to that, he looked at her and gave her a small smile before gripping her hand lightly.

In the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of Idia’s mother staring at her as she sat next to her husband. Upon being caught, she gave the teenager a warm smile before she started speaking to her husband.

Soon, almost all the seats at the table were filled. Lex Seraphim and Lillian sat together in silence. Daria sat with Nestor and who she learned was his mother, Lucia. Cinda and Cyrus were bickering about something while their mother sat in between listening. and the shrouds were sat opposite on Sephie and Idia. only two seats remain vacant.

After a few minutes a yell was heard outside the dinning room, causing everyone to go quiet. right after heavy foot steps started making their way to the room, then the door burst open.

standing there, drenched from head to toe in water, was a man with grey hair and dark blue eyes. behind him was a tall dark skinned women trying -and failing- to not laugh. "would any of you" the man walked inside "like to explain this?" he asked, stopping at the head of the table, the lady following him.

"it was raining?" asked Nestor. "You got hosed down?" inquired Daria "You fought a shark?" guessed Aison. "You fell in a puddle" stated Cinda "You showered in your clothes?" asked cyrus. "you took a dive in the swimming pool" "no no, in the lake" said Lex after Lillian.

the man let out a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sat down "no, a bucket fell on top of me" he looked around the table "Any ideas how that happened?" "Maybe its Karma" the lady sat next to him said, causing most people around the room to not and agree. "Nester?" the brunet looked up at the man "wanna share something with the class?"

he stayed quiet, then said "You haven't greeted our guest yet" while pointing directly at Sephie. at that moment, everyone's gaze turned to her, the two new arrivals a bit shocked to see, causing Idia to tighten his grip around her hand a bit. "apologies" the lady said "I hadn't realized you were there. I'm Eileen, the lady of the house. this" she pointed at the man "is my idiotic husband, Aegaeon" "I apologize for that whole show Miss?" "Sephie Rose, its a pleasure" "The pleasure is ours, miss rose" Aegeon replied with a nod of his head.

soon the food was being placed on the large table and the room was filled with chatter and laughter. Sephie realized that around his family, Idia was a lot calmer and talkative. he joked around with his cousins, and even got into a debate with his uncle and older cousin. After everyone finished they moved to the garden where they had sweets, her own pastries and teas sat near the center.

everyone was talking and having fun. the adults sat at a table taking while having tea, Cinda and Xena were playing withe some wolves that just appeared, Idia Ortho and Seraphim were gathered around a table talking bout something she couldn't hear, Daria and Lex walked around the large garden talking, which left Lillian and Cyrus sat next to her, Cyrus was playing a ukulele while Lillian was quietly humming along and asking Sephie question about herself.

she smiled softly to herself, she felt like she'll enjoy being part of this chaotic family.

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don't like, reblog.

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

VOTED O7 (although i would have done it anyway heheheh)

anyways idk what kind of stuff u prefer to write but either some rendoc or something season8!grumbo (yanno when mumbo ate his soul to preserve his humanity. that was fun) would b very cool <333

OK SO YOU ARE IN LUCK! have this little thing taken from one of my fics!!

Some season 8!Grumbo for your… soul :)

(ain't exactly very shippy cause at this point in time in the fic they're not together yet! Sorry! I'll try doing some rendoc too<3)

Remember, reblogs>likes

«"… By signing this you agree to me harvesting your… Soul? In an attempt to become human again,"» Grian read from the small print. «Why aren't you human?»

« Grian. Look at me. » Mumbo said to the other, looking at him through the glass.

He took off his mask, revealing his pig-like face.

« That's weird… » Grian said, as if it wasn't obvious already. « But…? Was that supposed to explain anything?»

Mumbo sighed, « Ok, you can't get there on your own, I overestimated you. » Grian let out an offended gasp as Mumbo smiled a bit.

« I'm a shapeshifter. » Mumbo said, avoiding the other's eyes.

Shapeshifters were usually accepted… but not the ones like him.

« Oh… » Grian said, quietly.

That was it, wasn't it? Grain was gonna be scared or disgusted - he didn't know which he'd prefer.

« Makes sense. You're one of the ones without souls right? » Grian said, calmly, as Mumbo looked up, hearing shuffling.

Grian was sitting on the ground, with his legs crossed.

He didn't seem upset.

Grian motioned for him to sit as well, and after a moment of hesitation, he did.

« So? »

Mumbo gave him a quick nod to answer his question.

« Hm, I wonder how I missed it? » Grain said, with his usual mischievous smile.

Mumbo would usually get out seeing that grin, knowing it meant trouble, but considering what could've been he was overjoyed seeing it.

« I'm good at keeping it a secret. » Mumbo answered, trying to stay positive.

« You can't control your shifting, right? » Grian asked, taking off his Elytra And pulling off his sweater, revealing his wings.

Mumbo hated how thin he was. He wasn't healthy and he hated not being able to help.

« Yes and no, As long as I don't eat too much of the same thing I don't shift… » He trailed off. He had been eating the same thing for the whole season.

« Do you know why you can't control it? » Grian asked, tilting his head.

Mumbo just shrugged « I was just born unlucky, there's no reason. »

« Wrong. » Grian said, humming a bit.

Mumbo tilted his head « What? »

« You're wrong. There is a reason. » Grian said, with a smile, and brought a hand to his chest, and motioned to grab something. He slowly moved it away, and cupped his hands, showing Mumbo whatever appeared in his hand.

It looked like a wisp sphere, glowing with a sky blue light, with small wings and a halo, both glowing with a light purple that melted with the other color.

Mumbo had never seen something so beautiful.

« Do you know what this is? » Grian asked, quietly, looking at the thing in his hand with a soft smile.

Mumbo shook his head.

« It's an old trick someone I once knew taught me, » Grian said, then looked up, holding it out to Mumbo « It's my soul. » he said, and the words echoed through Mumbo's mind.

He clenched his chest.

He knew he'd never have something like that.

« This little thing - or better, the lack of it - is why you can't control when you shift. » Grain explained, holding his soul close to his chest again, he cupped it like you'd do with a flame. « I'm not good at explaining, we both know that. But… I want to help you. » He said, and gripped the soul. His expression shifted,looking a bit pained.

« Grian, what are you doing… » Mumbo whispered, as he started getting up, not liking where this was going.

« I know you didn't really mean it when you said you wanted my soul. You wanted my help to turn you back. » Grian said, smiling wider now « And this is how I'm gonna do it! » He pulled at the wings.

Next thing Mumbo knew, he was thrown against a wall, and there was a blast of light.

When he looked up, Grian was on the other end of the room, leaning against the opposite wall holding…

Two halves of his own soul.

He looked up at Mumbo, with that stupid smile he always had.

Mumbo rushed towards him, breaking the glass that was between them.

Grian had gotten even paler than usual.

His legs gave in, and he sat down. « This should do… » he whispered, holding out one of the two halves « I can shift a little bit. A half should let you keep your powers but let you control them. »

« Grian, what?!- » Mumbo hissed, not accepting it.

« Mumbo, take it. » Grian insisted, yelping when Mumbo pushed his hand back « Don't do that! They'll fuse back together and I don't think I could handle it breaking again! » He said, doing his best to keep the two halves apart.

Mumbo just… stared. « Grian, you know I'm always up for crazy things but… I can't do this… » He murmured.

Grain took his hand, and placed one half in it, « You gotta, cause I'm not taking it back. » Grian said stubbornly, and moved the half he still had next to his chest. It disappeared again.

Mumbo moved the one in his hand closer, just to look at it.

The halo had stayed with Grian's half, but it had one wing.

Grian smiled « Come on, it's yours now. » He murmured.

Mumbo closed his eyes, and pressed it against his chest like he just saw Grian do.

It was a weird feeling. He shifted back to human, as usual, but it was… different, somehow.

A good different, but nothing like it had ever been before.

Grain chirped - as he often did - but he… understood him?

« Change! »

« I'm sorry? » He whispered, confused.

Grian ignored him. « You've changed! You don't look like usual! » He said.

« I- Grain? » Mumbo fiddled with his sleeves, « I think I understood that chirp… »

Grain blinked, then chirped again and tackled him in a hug.

« Yes! »

Grian started purring « Yes! You're flock! You can understand me too now! » He said, squeezing him.

« Geez- for having lost half a soul you're still pretty strong. » Mumbo said, smiling, and pet him on the head.

« Don't you get it?? You understand my flock! »

Mumbo smiled « I'm assuming it's good? »

Grain purred again « It's really good! I never thought it was possible but now- »

He put his forehead against the other, still smiling, and chirped again.

« You're family now! »

[miscellaneoussmp]

Doing my part for the guapoduo/spiderbit enjoyer community o7. Anyway, here's Cellbit admiring a sleeping Roier:

Cellbit came back home late, as always. It's a busy job, being the main investigator on the island. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up the stairs to his and Roier's shared bedroom. He felt a bit of dread–he thinks it's dread–as he enters the room. He knows Roier won't be waiting for him, waiting to give him a kiss goodnight, and it hurts. Cellbit feels a bit selfish for feeling this way. His husband deserves to rest, and if this is the only way for Roier to rest, he'll wait. Roier is made of pure sunshine, and it's only natural for the sun to hide every once in a while. Maybe it's unhealthy, but Cellbit isn't in a place to talk about healthy coping mechanisms.

Cellbit sits on the side of the bed, looking back at Roier. He's lying on his back, hands folded over the space between his chest and stomach. His chest rises and falls softly with every breath. Dark hair covers the top part of his face, ending over the middle of his nose bridge. Discarded bandana laying on the pillow next to Roier's head. Cellbit knows there's dark circles hidden under the hair. He hopes that they'll disappear, eventually. He moves the dark hair out of his husband's face in order to press a kiss to his forehead. Roier is breathtakingly handsome even still fast asleep. Cellbit presses another kiss to his nose, and Roier's nose scrunched up in response. Cute. He knows Roier can't reciprocate in the moment. Cellbit just wants him to know that he isn't alone. For a few moments, Cellbit sits still, just staring at his husband's sleeping form. He decides to grab Roier's hand, holding it. The brunette is gentle so as to not wake him. Eventually, he crawls into bed and lets sleep over take him.

When Cellbit wakes up in the morning, Roier doesn't. He ignores how it hurts not to see brown-red eyes looking back at him. Though, Roier moved a bit now laying on his side with one of the blankets covering part of his face. Cellbit leans over and presses a kiss to Roier's cheek. He goes about the rest of his day, trying to focus on what's in front of him. Cellbit is needed, necessary even to figure out the answers to everything going on. He comes home late, as always. Roier's still asleep, not having moved much from this morning. Cellbit sits on the bed and leans back against the headboard. One of Roier's hands is peaking out from under the covers, and Cellbit goes to hold it in his own. He softly explains what he did during the day and how others are doing. He doesn't want Roier to feel alone.

While pressing another kiss into the sleeping's forehead, Cellbit wonders what Roier is dreaming about or if he's even dreaming at all. Cellbit hopes that they're happy dreams. He hopes, a bit selfishly, that he's in them. Roier looks peaceful as he sleeps. Cellbit has never seen a more beautiful sight. He presses another kiss to Roier's cheek before he lays down fully. Cellbit pulls Roier close as sleep takes him again. The next day comes as it always has before, and Cellbit doesn't want to leave. His husband is still as pretty as before, still as pretty as he is when awake. Cellbit sighs, then presses another kiss onto Roier's cheek. He admits outloud how much he doesn't want to leave but goes to get ready for the day.

Cellbit comes home late, as always. Roier is asleep, still. He's laid on his back again, this time with one hand on the pillow and the other over his stomach. Now that Roier's dark hair wasn't covering his face completely, Cellbit finally noticed that Roier fell asleep with his eyeliner on. He softly calls his husband a dumbass before grabbing a damp cloth. He sits next to Roier and gently tries to wash off the makeup. Cellbit pauses for a moment to trace the other's features with his free hand. Roier is as beautiful as always, Cellbit thinks he's the luckiest man in the world. He finishes his attempt at removing the leftover eyeliner. He ignores how the eyeliner looks like it had been smudged by tears, as that thought tugs at his heart. Cellbit softly talks about his day as he gets ready for bed. His glance turns to Roier, and he finds himself missing his voice and bright eyes. Cellbit joins Roier in bed for the night, but he doesn't sleep. Instead, Cellbit just watches Roier sleep soundly. His husband is beautiful sight, and he can't look away.

[h0tpiink]

SO?? TWISTED WONDERLAND OC??? Not my MC, but a pom student!! Her name is Primrose Aurore! (it means first rose at dawn lol. or it would.)

art by me, for me! lol. anyways, I put a lot of effort into it so pls support me (by sending me good vibes. but if you want to commission me i can make a commission page or something idk)

I based her off of Belle (she went to NRC due to it being more "exciting" than RSA. lol)

PRIMROSE AURORE!!

Grade/Class: Sophomore, Class C (no.?)

Birthday: October 9th (Libra)

Height: 165 cm

Dominant hand: right

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Club: Book club

Best subject: Animal linguistics

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, caring for others

Pet peeves: Judging, lack of common sense, bad live action remakes.

Favorite food: Roses

Least favorite food: Wild game

Talent: Reading while walking

Raised in the Queendom of roses in a smaller town, due to her being "different" (autism spectrum shenanigans, as well as ADHD) she was made a social outcast and bullied (like, egged on so that she would get angry, alienated from peers, etc. she found an escape in books! happy to read her days away, finding escapism in the stories people would tell of heroes and knights and princesses.

She was put in pomfiore because, well I originally drew this as a little self insert thingy, since I got sorted into pomfiore, but I wanna make her a legit character so I found who I could and belle seemed like a good option tbh!! Only thing we have in common though is being seen as a social outcast 💀.

This twisted version of Belle isn't too similar to the original, fun fact. As Belle's "weirdness" only goes as far as her being well red and not wanting to marry gaston lmao. So I put her on the autism spectrum, and had her "weirdness" be a general lack of social skills, issues with communication, etc. Only finding peace in fictional worlds that she imagines. She's rather awkward!! All of her life, she was forced to try to "fit in", and any time she would share her hyper-fixations or interests, she was put down and insulted, therefore she is rather shy when it comes to talking to people, and keeps her nose in a book at all times. Since she's in pomfiore, she's expected to keep a certain appearance, however, she lacks any aspect of self care, having sensory issues that don't take too kindly to it. Despite that, she's still gorgeous (i don't expect the og belle to have very many skincare routines. lol. so her beauty was just from washing her face with water (possibly dirty water lmao)). She gets all hyper when talking about her books though, her smile lights up the room when she talks about the prince who wakes the princess with a kiss, or the battle scene between the two dragons, one fighting for good and the other evil. Curious lady!! always poking her head where she's not supposed to, ending up in situations that could easily be avoided if she just kept to herself. nosy. Is always looking for quiet places to read in peace. She often finds herself in isolated locations that have a surreal feeling to them.

still working on her unique magic, tho o7

ANYWAYS. SHE'S HERE!!

She's pals with Epel( both of them are pushed by vil to care for their appearances. Prim has it a bit worse off though, as the sensory is too much for her 😭). Prim and Epel have an alliance since they're both country bumpkins. However, Vil is tough on both of them. She and Epel are in the same spot as beauties that need refining.

Vil is like another mother to Prim. Vil often makes sure that she remembers to do her skincare etc. Vil is harsh on her when it comes to self care, but he knows that she has a hard time with it, so he tries his best to accommodate for her struggles. Prim cares a lot for Vil, and confides in him with her daily struggles, and Vil is happy to listen since he knows that it makes her a lot easier to deal with in the morning.

she's in the same class as floyd leech. Despite being a little afraid of him, they surprisingly get along. Floyd is sometimes happy to listen to her gush about her current hyper-fixation, thinking it's funny how such a reserved and quiet girl can end up so excited over something so silly.

She often bumps into Malleus while looking for quiet spots to read, or when she's poking about school grounds. At first she was scared of him, but then learned that he's not so bad, and that he would listen to her gushing about her books. Eventually, she'd gift them to him to read. (she's happy he's not as scary as she thought he was. after all, judging a book by its cover is bad.)

[sakuraryomen01]

Lost Lamb /OG Sukuna x Reader/ .o9

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✧ Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, servant reader, Master x Servant, protector/predator x reader kind of relationship, staying the night in a hotel/sharing rooms, cuddling in the same bed, soft Sukuna, rather flirty Sukuna (back at the shrine), sitting in the King's lap again, brief male masturbation, nakey Sukuna

✧ Reader: Female Reader

✧ Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

✧ Words: (I don't exactly know, but it's around 3-4k)

fic masterlist :: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12

·A/n: I know all of you were simping like crazy over the last chapter, and I hope you like this one just as much~

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♡ Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♡

. . .

"Y/n, I want you to be mine."

As soon as those words left his pink lips, you felt a fierce shiver be sent down your spine. Sukuna felt this sudden tremor on your body, a coy smirk playing his lips as he pulled away from your ear.

You flushed expression and the way your breathing hitched by a few seconds made Sukuna's chest swell with pride.

He did so enjoy the effects he had on you..

"..What do you mean, be yours?" Your small voice questioned, making Sukuna's smile brighten. "Aren't I already your servant?"

"I mean something else, Y/n," Sukuna said, letting a nail drag up your side and tickle your skin as it trailed up your hip. His voice was low, calm, quiet.

All the things that made your heart flutter and soar.

"I want you to be my love, not my servant." He finished, leaning forward and making your face flush a beautiful shade of pink.

How could he not love you? Your soft voice and those little things you do that make him simply smile.

It had been over a year now that you've been around; cooking, cleaning, making sure you stayed in your lane. Like a good servant. Sukuna though, always had a wish that you'd breach some type of unwritten rule for him. To hug him too tight and to make him smile, or to climb into his bed and sit in his lap again. There were so many things that Sukuna wished to do, but you had to be a free person.

Not just free, but his.

And as Sukuna pulled you up from the springs and dried your small body off, your eyes never left his. Even while he was preoccupied with other things, such as getting you dressed and cleaned off, you couldn't help but stare at him in awe.

He looked so pretty in the moonlight, even after spending a little over half an hour in a hot springs.

The way his pink hair hung over his forehead and clung to the little bits of skin it could reach. His eyes focused on cleaning you rather than your own curious orbs. So much detail could be seen up closer: the tattoos and the way they shined, down to the very last eyelash and the water droplets that clung to them.

He was beautiful, if only you could say it..

"Okay, that should do it.." Sukuna suddenly said, pulling you away from your trance and sending you a soft smile. "Let's get back to the room, yeah? Need sleep for tomorrow."

"R-Right!"

Sukuna smiled warmly, one that was almost unnatural to be seen, and stood. Picking you up again in a swift bridal hold and taking you to your shared room. Entering the way you left with a new air and feeling entering along with you.

It wasn't tense or hard to swallow, it was calm and relaxing. It was also full of this weirdly warm feeling that you and Sukuna both felt quickly.

The realization that you were about to share a room with your new lover was... embarrassing..

"I-I'll sleep on the tatami mat, you use the bed." Sukuna said quickly, taking you to the bed and dropping you on it. Leaving little time for you to complain and closed the door, getting to the mat on the floor and laying down.

He wasn't ready. It was too soon.

"Master—"

"Sukuna."

"..S-Sukuna.. just come sleep in the bed with me."

Nope, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

"I'm more comfortable down here."

He could hear your disappointed sigh and the bed creaking as you climbed out and walked over to his small space on the floor. It was embarrassing enough that he had to be brought down to this level, a love-struck curse with no way out. But having you baby him was flustering on a whole other level.

Just go to sleep, you oaf..!

"Sukuna, I don't want you to get sick.."

Sukuna let out a low sigh, turning up to look at you and feeling his cheeks tint a light pink. You were so close to him..

You looked too pretty in the moonlight, eyes sparkling as if you were looking at stars and not him. Lashes flutter every time you blink, and your smile widens seeing him face you. Sukuna and you both stared at each other for the shortest amount of time, though it felt like forever.

"..Fine," Sukuna muttered, slowly sitting up and scratching his jaw. "Get back into the bed, I'll join you for the night."

The smile on your face made it all worthwhile, watching you scramble up to your spot on the bed as he stood. Sukuna walked over to the opposite side and climbed in, the bed groaning as he did so, and he made his spot more comfortable next to you.

You curled up in your spot, Sukuna's legs curling up under yours as his torso practically folded over you. And the fact his additional arms didn't know where to go pissed Sukuna off on a whole other level. How was he supposed to make you feel comfortable when he was just a giant monster?!

"Sukuna, stop squirming," Your cool voice rang out, making Sukuna look over at your blank expression. "You're going to crush me."

"Oh, my apologies," Sukuna said, sarcasm laced with his words. "But I appear to be too big for a small bed. Just let me sleep on the floor.."

As you turned and made your way up to him, Sukuna's voice grew quiet. His heart was racing, palms suddenly sweaty. What was wrong with him? Was he coming down with a cold?

"Here," You mumbled, resting your head on the curse's lower bicep and lifting your blanket up to cover you again. "I'll rest my head here. Now get some sleep, we have to go to the shrine in the morning."

While you were closing your eyes and nuzzling into Sukuna's chest, the man in question was questioning his life choices. Why did he feel such a strong urge to fight every goddamn thing in his cursed forest right now? It was as if seeing you completely accept his every flaw was enough to make him stop breathing. And then he realized that's all he's probably ever wanted.

Before you had stumbled into his pantry and tried raiding him of his goods, he thought that the only thing he needed was his bloodlust and rage.

To conquer cities and towns, level villages and play with the people that were damned there. Have women and children be prepared to slaughter for a meal that he'd consume. Be his own version of God that he believed was right, and killed anyone that defied him. To only make the ones that could provide feel like they were worth something until he had no use of them anymore, to let go of them just as easily.

Even the women that were sacrificed as sluts for slaughter to him weren't like you.

He found you on his own, even if by accident. You had more worth to him by simply breathing, despite his past being a roaring representation of the opposite.

Reaching up to cup your small head, Sukuna's thumb grazed your temple, where a small mark that had been there for a year resided. Even though Sukuna hated the fact it was his hand that brought it down upon you, he still loved it all the same.

Even as your small snores and cute cooes lulled you to sleep, that fluttering warmth of Sukuna's lips connecting to your temple and pressing a soft kiss to your skin still made your heart flip. The elevated meaning behind that kiss and the need for more was overpowering, but you knew that time would come later. Patience, that's what you had for the last year..

..Waiting a little longer wouldn't kill you.

. . .

The chirping and songs of the morning birds and the golden rays of the sun's light wasn't what woke you. It was the delicious smells of eggs and cooking meat that woke you. The aroma being so heavenly that you simply sat up and was surprised by the sight of Sukuna already dressed, cleaned, and eating.

His maroon eyes slowly lifting to look up at you as he shoveled another forkful of bacon and cooked omelettes into his mouth.

Still a messy eater as always..

"Y/n.. I was wondering when you'd wake," He said, wiping his chin clean of excess grease in a sudden frenzy. "Would you care to join me? It's best to get a good meal into the stomach before making a trip."

You graced him yet again with that cute little smile. The kind of smile that'd make others around you smile along with you. Though, Sukuna didn't. It wasn't natural for him to simply share a smile, but yours was always tempting.

"Of course," You said, standing in your little nightgown and remaking the bed before coming over to kneel in front of Sukuna and the table full of fresh food.

Quickly giving thanks for your meal, you picked up a bowel of the steaming hot eggs and practically shoving the food down your throat. Sukuna had to hold back a surprised laugh, watching you eat so hungrily like it was your last meal. A small smirk and a low chuckle was probably the best reaction you'd get from him for now, his chopsticks dipping into some egg fried ramen with chives as he smiled.

You were perfect for him.

"I'm going to be dealing with some village matters back at the shrine, I was hoping you'd accompany me." Sukuna said, slurping up the warm noodles and seeing your eyes level with his.

They shined with curiosity but also another emotion Sukuna knew well. It was fear.

Seeing as Sukuna's business was rather dark and gorey, he understood. But today was different. It was weird, but Sukuna wanted to make a little change in his routine for the years to come, as long as he had you by his side.

"You don't need to be so scared, it's actually going to be appealing to your humane nature," Sukuna continued, making your confusion only broaden.

"It's about these sacrifices and such. I don't find much need in them anymore, so I've decided that I needed a different kind of payment. Money isn't suitable since I have lots of it, and having women be killed over me is rather boring now."

Your quietness was making the King of Curses uneasy. Wouldn't this make you happy? Didn't you feel better? The fact Sukuna felt annoyed with your silence was annoying and he didn't like getting pissed for no reason.

"...You want to stop killing?"

That question had a lot of answers. But it was a yes and no answer. Sukuna loved killing, even if you didn't see it as good, Sukuna felt comfortable doing it and it relaxed him. Then again, killing anything was what really relaxed him.

"Yes, but only the good people," Sukuna said, returning to his food as if that was enough of an answer. "I'll protect the villages, but not for free, of course. I am not going to be a show pony for some measly humans."

God, Sukuna could feel your smile again. It was like a sickness.

"Good for you!" You said, finishing your meal. You placed your empty ramen bowel on the table it came with and pressed your lips together.

Feeling that warmth in your cheeks rise when the only sounds of Sukuna's eating and the chirping of birds outside. After last night, the confession he shared with you, you only felt inclined to tell him how you felt. Even if he already knew, which he did, you wanted to say it.

To say you loved him.

To say you cherished the life he brought you and the sights, smells, and new ideas that he gave you. You had learned a lot being around him and knew learning more with him would be just as thrilling and lovely as it was before. Looking up at the curse, whose eyes were narrowed and looking down at you calmly, you gulped.

"Sukuna?" You started, your hands turning into fists on your knees, feeling that warm ache in your chest again. "I wanted to say something.."

"What is it?" He said, tilting his head ever so slightly to the right, the calm expression never leaving as you lowered your gaze. Though Sukuna's fingers pinched your chin and lifted your head, making you return to his eyes as a sly smile appeared.

"What have I told you about looking at me when you speak, Y/n?"

The sudden want between your legs made you blush. An almost molten hot feeling forming and staying in your lower tummy. You felt so empty inside, you wanted something to fill that void and make it better. Sukuna could probably do it. He could fill it and make that ache go away.

"I wanted to say.." Your voice turned into a mumble, that gnawing feeling in your core hitting you like a truck. "I love.. you."

"Y/n.." Sukuna muttered, feeling his cheeks flush pink, and swallowing a glob inside his throat. Just say it back! SAY IT!

The sudden knocking at the door made you both jump away from each other. Sukuna hit his head on the closet door behind him, making him groan and wince, feeling out the lump that was sure to form.

"Sukuna? Y/n? Are you both up?"

Uraume..

For once, Sukuna didn't want his subordinate around to interrupt him. Though, as the door was pushed open, Sukuna's annoyance didn't leave and Uraume's sly smirk was obviously written on their features. They stepped forward and gave you a warm smile, ignoring the fuming King.

"Y/n, I hope you slept well?" Uraume asked, folding their arms in front of their chest as the broad smile only brightened.

"Yes, I slept quite well!" You said, feeling another wave of blush cascading down upon your cheeks again.

So love-struck that you could barely think without wanting to blush..

Soon, Sukuna, you and Uraume all made preparations to leave. Gathering any spare clothes or items such as the festival toys that you didn't want to forget, and heading out of the inn. Thanking the innkeepers before leaving and headed down the village's main road and finding something else for Sukuna to eat.

Even after so long, you were always surprised by Sukuna's large appetite.

As your small trio headed home, Uraume's eyes were glued to your small hand clasped with Sukuna's. Neither of you had noticed this small inclination, but Uraume read the message loud and clear and they couldn't be happier. For months, they'd been thinking of ways to make you both confess or say something to each other.

But no need. You both found your love together. That's all that mattered. Uraume's smile never faded that day, seeing as their master had finally found something better in that world than death and chaos.

Even during the meeting with a local village chief, Sukuna held you close. Laying your small frame in his lap as the women and men of the small group stared in awe. They looked so confused to see that someone was closer to Sukuna than before, even if they didn't know you, it was a shock.

Though, no matter the stares or the confusion, Sukuna was happy.

He was with a love that he doubted would dare burn out. Your small, soft, plump body and heart would be all he needed in his mind. Money and fame, even if it was mostly of fear, was nothing compared to the smiles and laughs you had. You were his precious little treasure, his little Queen of Curses.

Sukuna knew that you'd be a target eventually. That someone would want you dead. Though, there was little to worry about. Sukuna had taken on thousands of men before and killed them with the flick of a wrist. He was able to be your shield, your sword, and your army.

As the group of surprised humans left, Sukuna's attention left his daily life and focused on you and you alone. Your eyes quickly locked with his, Sukuna's heartbeat escalating while Sukuna smirked.

"Have your eyes been on me this whole time, little human?" He teased, watching color burn your cute cheeks. Your embarrassment was so amusing and sweet, he'd never get enough.

"Oh.. don't go getting all red on me. I'm not even being that much of a tease."

"W-Well, it's kind of hard to when you look at me like that," You retorted, your small kick of the feet as you swayed side to side in his lap.

This made Sukuna's coy smirk broaden, nibbling on his lower lip as he pinched your chin with ease. "It's hard to not look at you this way. You've captivated me in a tight embrace, so don't get all snippy with me when I want to admire you."

"I.." You were stunned, your small fingers trying to wrap around Sukuna's wrist as you tried to come up with a reply. "Uh.."

"Besides," Sukuna said, beating you to the punch and releasing his hold on your chin. Leaning back in his large throne and smiling down at you with that conceding grin he always wore when he felt proud.

"Don't act like you don't stare at me while I'm in the springs. You're a little pervert, aren't you?"

"Ah, stop!" You yelped, a feeling of warmth enveloped your face as you tried to hide behind your hands. "I'm not a pervert!"

Sukuna's laugh echoed throughout the throne room, making your embarrassment that much worse and you fell forward onto his chest and whined. Feeling your warm cheek pressed against his chest, Sukuna felt more like the pervert.

The thoughts that always threatened to surface at the wrong times sprouted. Wondering if you'd hold him this tight if you were both alone together and under the right circumstances. If your eyes flutter open to look at him with the same hot blush on your cheeks with tears in your eyes.

As more thoughts swirled in his dirty cursed head, you began to stand and snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"Sukuna?" You said, gaining his attention for the next three seconds and sighing. "I'm going to go help Uraume prepare lunch. I'll see you soon, okay? Go get in the showers while you have the chance too!"

And with that, you left. Leaving Sukuna alone to deal with the mass that has grown in his lap. How could he? You were probably being poked by his erection that whole time because he couldn't help but tease and think about you..

..He was such a lost cause.

Sukuna quickly made his way to the showers and started a warm bath, knowing that all he'd really use the bath for was fuel for his imagination. Once the warm water was high enough and the curtains were drawn back, Sukuna sat quickly and slowly let his mind drift back to his imagination.

As Sukuna dealt with his problems, you began to make yourself a small snack for later since you had finished making food with Uraume.

The main dish for lunch was a large roasted pig with a full salad underneath, complete with tomatoes, carrots, and other assorted vegetables. The side dishes were mostly seafood and western based, some fried curry and a few small pies that you had heard about from the villages before coming home. Purchasing them was hopefully a good idea, since apple and strawberry pie sounded amazing.

"Y/n, can you grab the main dish and take it to the dining room?" Uraume's voice echoed from down the kitchen's hallway.

"Yes!" You said, quickly finishing your snack and putting a small bag with them into your pocket. Picking up the large plate, you made sure to be as careful, but as quick as possible.

Entering the dining room and placing the large animal in the middle of the table like it was traditional. Soon getting the smaller side dishes circling around it and placing Sukuna's special plate and chopsticks, along with his cup full of sake down next to his utensils. After that, you excused yourself from the room and headed towards Sukuna's.

Trying to find him for lunch was normally an easy task, seeing as he should be done and waiting in the bedroom like normal. But he wasn't when in there, sitting on his monster of a bed, which got you a little confused.

Where was he?

Though, as you waited and continued to look around Sukuna's room, there was a creak from its entrance and the man in question poked his head in. Your small form being the first thing he spotted inside wasn't what he expected. Little you wasn't the first thing he wanted to see after what he had just done, even if it was because of you and that was the only thought in his mind.

"Oh, Sukuna," You said, a sigh leaving you as you smiled. "I was worried. Lunch is ready; Uraume and I are getting everything sorted in the dining hall. Come join us when you're dressed."

Don't think about his chest! Don't think about his hair either!

Throughout that lunch, and later dinner, your brain was consumed with other matters. While you sat and ate, listening to the background noise of Sukuna and Uraume's voices, your mind swirled with images of your former master.

They normally came in the middle of the night and left you confused and warm. Sitting in your bed wondering why you thought of Sukuna's hands grazing your hips and squeezing like you've been claimed. Having those narrowed maroon eyes looking down at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

And then he'd rub your middles against each other..

"Y/n!"

You blinked a few times, seeing Sukuna's worried expression as he snapped a final time. "This is the second time that you've let your mind drift.. are you ok?"

You gave a nod, feeling your cheeks warm and heat up. How could you have such lewd thoughts while you sat next to him!?

As embarrassed as you were, you continued your day as if nothing was happening. Completely ignoring the lewd images of Sukuna and keeping yourself busy with reading and writing. Only one problem.

Reading romance made things worse.

Especially the dirty scene that you read through for one you wanted to finish a week ago. There was another 'sex' part, even though you didn't understand that yet, and your mind replayed to Uraume. The conversation about love and sex, and how you do it with your partner.

Months had gone by when you asked them about sex again. And within those months, you and Sukuna had gotten closer and closer. Hugs and cuddling were almost daily and hanging out in the garden was a pastime for you both. Taking care of the flowers together and eventually Sukuna gathered the courage to ask you to his room.

You hadn't been to his room other than to wake him up and to lay with him and talk sometimes. It wasn't all the time, but it was enough to be comfortable and so that it wasn't awkward for the both of you. But today was different. Sukuna seemed more touchy even though he never acknowledged his own behavior and behaved as if grabbing your hips was normal.

Squeezing them and flustering you to no end. Making you feel warm and fuzzy, but also with a wanting in your gut. How could he make this small action have such an impact on you?

As you finished making Sukuna's bed and laid down for rest, your mind swirled and flooded with thoughts and ideas. And as your eyes began to close, and your mind began to drift off, you wondered..

What could you do to make Sukuna want this too..?

a/n:: This part took a little longer, since I literally deleted the draft after completing it :D I loved writing this chapter and can't wait to do the next! Sorry for the uncertain amount of words and grammar (I dont have access as of this moment to check on it and get any misspelling fixed.) It's such a joy that you guys love this series and it makes me want to continue making more like it, I hope to make the next chapter soon.

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[6okuto]

rime fluff alphabet? 🙏

— rime fluff alphabet

hello it's me O7 affection is longer than expected but alas. alphabets r long did u know that? I Didn't...wahrhgh.....26 whole letters...why can't we have like. 10. 🤨

Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

not Subtle,, just more nonchalant unless you're alone

a lot of his affection comes through with his actions rather than words. it's the hand on the small of your back or arm around your waist while you're standing together. pulling you to sit in between his legs or vice versa . resting his head on yours . hand on your thigh and fingers tapping against your skin

it's bringing you drinks silently or with a remark about needing to take care of yourself better, pulling you out of the way before bumping into something and keeping you tucked into him for the rest of the walk, knowing what you'd enjoy as a gift, pulling the blanket over you while you're sleeping and brushing stray hair out of your face, watching you almost give up on a task and making you look at him while he reassures you that you can do it, he knows you can so let's get up now, one more time.

It's letting you do whatever you want. he'll do his little act of squinting at you with a pout, or looking away as if he's bothered and bored, smirking and teasing you,, but he won't move away while you braid the front strands of his hair. he'll smile as you try putting on his clothes or messing with his weapon. he even helps you along the way. you're the only one who gets those privileges

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

i don't want to say everything. i'll just say he thinks your kindness and willingness to help/forgive others is admirable because it inevitably played a role in getting you two together. but he really thinks you should work on it before you get into trouble

physically ? smh you're hot to him idk what to tell you. perhaps likes your hands and thighs a lot ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

less beauty related,, more just that he has a thing for specific looks. that doesn't make sense. like the look you give him before teasing him, the look you have when you want something from him, the look you flash him from across the room that shows how exasperated you are with who's in front of you,, gets him all [stares at you intently] because they're for him only

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

eye twitches vaguely at sage chapter 13. fists clench. screams into my pillow and kicks my feet

might be the rime fan club member in me but i actually think he'd be? pretty good at calming/talking someone down? like he'd figure out which methods work best for you and has a calming voice while trying to ground and reassure you .

if you want him to touch you he'll cup your face or hold your hand until you let him get closer and hug you. if you don't enjoy being touched he'll sit near you and just talk or ask questions depending on if you become nonverbal or not

if it's less panic attack more general sadness he pulls you into his chest and hugs/cuddles you ( ；__ ；) or he'll distract you as long as you need (if you try to suppress/hide anything he Will start asking you to talk to him)

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

i don't think,, he thinks about his future too often before he's with you just because ? everything seemed so ? set with the whole LoS, missing what made him human things going on. he usually focuses more on the present so now that he has someone to have a future with it's a little. [BONK] . you get it.

might need to actually talk about it and find out what you think because he isn't too sure himself,, the one thing he is sure about is that no matter what happens he's going to make sure he's there beside you (╯︵╰,)

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

lol SNBFSJHB naturally dominant. never really passive, he'll always speak his mind and stand his ground (and tease you) even if you find yourself the 'more dominant' one/on equal standing

by more dominant i mean somehow multiplying his energy and throwing it 100km/h at his face regularly . and i don't think he'd really get into a relationship with someone who makes him feel lesser than which is why i put on equal standing :kiss:

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

ouaghhh don't get into fights with this guy

he's already very honest about his feelings and he might be blunter than intended. at the beginning of your relationship his words get sharper as he gets more frustrated especially if you're trying to dodge questions/being honest. might rile you up even more on purpose or by accident mgnrgnhhnghh.... would eventually learn to communicate better though i swear

if you were the one that was in the wrong, he'll take a while to come around but a sincere apology goes a long way . won't let it go completely before making you embarrass yourself a little. du moins,, c'est mon opinion ┐(￣ー￣)┌

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

rime knows very well. you don't deal with this guy enough to date just for him to not realize how much you do for/with him

like,, in such a bizarre situation where he's lost the connections he had before he died and is now alone,, for you to let him near you and build a relationship was sooo important to him. especially after the whole wanting to kill you thing. life truly is crazy and he's never been more grateful for that fact

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

always very honest about his opinions to,, everyone. you are not an exception. in fact he'll probably spill more to you than anyone else once he's comfortable

doesn't necessarily hide things, more so that he struggles being vulnerable in the first place. give him time, space, and reassurance and he'll open up more eventually. the only things he might keep from you for a long time are his #worsecrimes

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

please if you're dating rime you were a principle character in him getting better. his s/o would have kept him in check and helped him decide what he really wanted to do, what path he wanted to walk down

depending on his s/o's personality, he'd definitely help them be more confident and focus on themselves !! even without trying to, he just kinda compliments you and his confidence rubs off on you. he's really willing to help you feel better with anything to show how appreciative he is

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

you guys have seen my hcs. protective jealous rime protective slightly possessive rime

rime's arm slipping around your waist when he sees someone talking to you . putting his face next to yours to ask "and who's this?" rime waiting for (pushing) them to leave while nibbling at your ear and making eye contact so they know you're with him

if the other person is getting way too close for comfort he's going to grab your face and kiss you long enough to make it awkward and then some

stays near you for the rest of the day with a pout/grimace on his face and acts a little salty until you kiss him :headinhands:

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

bitch...i would do anything to kiss this guy. rime is such a good kisser he makes me SICK. "i taught [felix] everything he knows" source? proof? citations? prove it right now?

ohhh the built up tension during the enemies to lovers arc where you're finally getting along and you both realize you like the other but don't confess and Hey We Are Alone And I Keep Looking At Your Lips And Oh? Oh We're Kissing Again OK

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

👁️👁️ i don't know how many times i should bring up enemies to lovers mc getting seriously injured and rime finally being vulnerable because he can't lose them but i'm saying it again

it doesn't really matter which enemies to lovers scene they get tbh. he's very direct about it as if he can't believe they haven't figured it out already (and also because he's a little embarrassed). blurting it out situation y'know

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

marriage doesn't seem...like a very important thing to him, if even something he wants. he'd probably be content never officially getting married or anything. if he gets to be with you he doesn't see a big difference, really

he isn't against it per se though, if you brought it up as something you wanted he'd probably agree after discussion just because,, ohh commitment ohh big step in you relationship. something something rime is scared of and shocked at the reality of truly being wanted in such a serious way but also ? letting people know you're his and he's yours (Official and Real?)

if you wanted a wedding just for the experience and excuse to be a little extravagant though i think he'd be up for it (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

y'know how vi calls caitlyn cupcake. :woozy_face: rime loves teasing with nicknames like that, sweetheart, darling, baby

he also just likes whispering your name into your ear . bastard

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

kind of (very) hard to spot if you don't know him or what to look for

not very verbal until later in the relationship, he makes sure to make up for it with his actions [cue Affection section]. i think it'd really happen when you're alone and it's late and he really thinks about how he gets to Be With You or when you're upset. he'd feel more confident in his words. he lets himself be more vulnerable and open up to you while you're alone

in general his eyes and smile soften a little and he'll get closer. his teasing not just of you but everyone else dies down a little (he's Preoccupied.)

rime not listening to anybody or caring about their opinions unless it's his s/o. ok.

slight nsfw// i also see him being more verbal during/after sex ? like thanking you for being with and trusting him y'know

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

rime could not care who sees him kissing unless his s/o does. even when he does things to tease them he respects their boundaries and knows when to stop

he's so annoying about it . "can you two stay a meter away from each other ever" "just because you aren't in a relationship doesn't mean you have to be jealous :)"

wouldn't even introduce himself if you were talking to people he didn't know. he'd just come up and kiss you oh my god i hate him i want him i hate him so much i need him i

Quizzes - How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

he might not remember every small detail with precision but he always remembers the general topics you talk about. he takes note of things that really get you excited so he can bring them up later and also find things to get you

remembers big dates and events for sure. doesn't even need a calendar when it's related to you smh </3

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

naturally romantic,, teasing asshole (said affectionately in pain)

would be creative in ways you could never imagine. out of pocket, even,, just because he hates feeling cliché or boring. it's all to make you happy though fr

rime figuring out what anyone did for you before him and trying to one up them. "yeah my ex got me this locket" No They Didn't because i just got you a Better one

rime figuring out what you've always wanted someone to do for you if no one has already and making sure he's the first and only one to do so . leave a LIKE if you agree /j

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

yes !! rime believes his s/o is capable of doing whatever they want to do. he supports you wholeheartedly with advice and acts of service as always fr.

anytime you're struggling or doubting yourself he's one step ahead reminding you of how far you've come and how much you can do. he says it's the least he can do after all you've done for him and also,, y'know,,, as your boyfriend

Try - How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

everyday tasks don't take a lot of effort on his part it's just? normal? he might not cook you your favourite breakfast every morning but he'll bring you a drink from the kitchen and split chores 🤨

dates are usually pretty casual,, anniversaries or big things like birthdays are where rime gets to Shine! you might not expect it at first but suddenly he is at your door telling you to get ready and once the day is over you are sitting with gifts you adore and have wanted for months from the deer man in your arms

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

rime knows you so well it's scary sometimes. why are u watching me! he'll know your go-to orders without being told, what compliments fluster you, what to look for to know when you're lying...when you secretly feel uncomfortable or annoyed or happy...ouagh

it's (a little) difficult for him to really empathize because. yeah. i'd guess cognitive empathy is the easiest. he really does try to understand where you're coming from and why you feel the way you do,, you might just need to communicate a little more

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

[that clip of rosa from b99 with a dog where she says if anything happened to it she'd kill everyone in the room and just that part]

there isn't much else or anyone else around rime that's exactly bringing a lot of meaning and love . sorry that's like. sorry. depending on when you're together and what's happening with the M3 (Felix.) you're one of if not his only honest and good connections. whenever he's going somewhere or planning things you're always in the back of his mind. if it's a choice between you and something or someone else,, there's very little that would ever make him hesitate to choose you

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

you're the second person to ever see his tail (Real) but also,, his tail is sensitive and the first time you reach for it he yelps a little

it says one but idc. he will lay all of his weight on top of you and fall asleep on your chest with an iron grip . expects you to play with his hair or he stares at you until you do

Xylophone - What song reminds them of their partner / relationship?

doja cat enthusiast rime solano varela? Streets? Addiction?

sorry. moving on

tricky tricky . mmnrgnm.,..,, the only exception - paramore because i choose Happiness.

this is turned towards a fem reader bc of the she/her pronouns but something about you by eyedress and r u mine? by arctic monkeys. if you ignore them ,, the idea stands

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

you think this guy copes? 🤨 he won't admit it but you're very important to his regular schedule and emotional stability /hj

he gets quieter and (somehow) snarkier than usual,, then deny it.

it's easier to find him in your room instead of his own or not paying attention to what everyone is doing and in his head

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?

will Quite Literally kill somebody.

something something i would set the world on fire if it meant i'd keep you warm uhhhhhh

fr i think one of if not the only thing he would really struggle with the idea of is ever going back to earth with you. perhaps we'll learn how to switch between worlds easily so I Do Not Have To Think.

alas other than that. free reign my baby my sweet deer man ╮(─▽─)╭

[98shawns]

one to ten. (t.c.)

ten times you love each other. ten out of countless.

words: 2522

warnings: nsfw, language, alcohol consumption

an: lol i know i’m a shawn blog but now this is my white boy blog so i can do what i want!! and timmy literally makes me want to cry he’s so sweet and cute i love him aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

o1: ritual.

“I love you.” Timothée’s voice is sweet as he smiles into the phrase. It’s a bidding of farewell as he leaves for his morning schedule, but when you turn the corner to see him off, he hadn’t even had the door opened.

Instead he was waiting for you; shoes on, with his hands in his pockets, and a grin on his face. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“Have a good day.” Your hands come to his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. His grin widens as you pull away, and he rested his hands on your forearms.

“You too.” He says, sliding a hand to reach yours to give your knuckles a small kiss.

You end up finally chasing him out with a laugh, but he leaves only thinking of you, and how he can’t wait for the end of the day to see you again.

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o2: remedy.

“I love you.” You whisper the three words like a spell against the shell of Timothée’s ear and he can’t help but sigh. Today was horrible; stress and pressure had built towers upon his shoulders and he wouldn’t let them break down on him. Not in public at least.

He didn’t even take his jacket off when he fell face first into your bed, head landing straight into your lap.

Your fingers left the pages of your book to run through your boyfriend’s chocolate locks. Your heart ached as silence filled the room. You wished that you knew some sort of magic spell to wipe all his problems off the universe; but you couldn’t.

The closest thing to magic you knew how to do for Timothée was leave the bed for a moment to rummage through your dresser for an extra pair of clothes for him to change into. He hadn’t moved an inch when you came back but once he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder, he complied with your silent request to roll over and sit up.

You try to keep a neutral face as you stand between Timothée’s legs to bring him into a hug. You feel him sigh into your chest; where his head rested. His arms wrap around your middle and he gives you a squeeze.

Timothée finally cracks a smile when you pull away from the hug and bring your hands up to his cheeks to kiss his forehead.

He knows how sweet you are; how you wished you had solutions to all his problems, and how you hated that you didn’t. But that was okay with him. Being there to be with him at the end of the day was solution enough.

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o3: spell.

“I love you,” He chants it desperately between pants against your lips. Almost as if he didn’t remind you every day. I love you. I love you. I love you. Like a spell he’d cast to make you his forever.

You casted the phrase back. I love you too. And gasp when you feel Timothée’s hands travel below the waistband of your shorts.

Two of his nimble fingers found themselves spreading your slit, and you find yourself grinding against his digits to feel some sort of relief.

“I’ve barely done anything and you’re already this wet for me…” He seems unaffected but you were hovering over his lap and felt his growing length pressing against your thigh. All you could do was bury your head into the crook of his head and nod.

The action makes him smirk as two of his digits slide into your core. You squeak and tense up at the sensation, and Timothée’s mouth lovingly finds your neck.

All he can think of is how much he loves this. He loves how sensitive you are. He loves how he knows that it’s so easy to get you riled up just because it was him. He loves how your hips buckle against his fingers when he curls them just how you like it. He loves how your juices drip over his digits and how your whole body shakes when he gets you off with just his fingers alone.

But he eventually wonders if it’s just because he simply loves everything that you do, because he finds you just as lovely as he positions his length at your core once you’d barely ridden out your high.

And when he hears your moans come out breathless and strangled once he moves his hips; he just finds you one thing: lovely.

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o4: gratitude.

“I love you.” Timothée grins as he whispers it into your ear as you cry at his performance. His hands rub your arms as you try to stop your tears from falling, and you hit his chest as he laughs at you.

“You’re the most talented human alive.” You manage between sniffles and he feels like his smile has never been wider.

You’ve always been his number one supporter, and you were the reason why he loved his job so much. The way he could tell a story and move someone, anyone to tears with his art made him feel honoured.

But he doesn’t tell you that. Not when you were already a crying mess, at least. Instead he gazed at you thoughtfully, replies with a simple “Thank you.”, and wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

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o5: calm.

“I love you…” It’s the first thing he says before suggesting that the two of you need to talk your problems out before you go off on a frenzy by accusing him of things that weren’t true. It was a rare occurrence, but useless fights are unavoidable in any relationship.

You try to keep a cool mind but everything felt like it was crashing down at once. Life was testing your boundaries by ruining everything you’ve worked hard for; and you and Timothée both knew that lashing out on him was just an excuse to blow off some steam.

You felt like you’d go insane if you admitted that you were in the wrong. So instead you don’t say anything, and he sighs.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you won’t tell me anything.” His eyes aren’t filled with any malice, just worry, and you begin to feel even worse. This wasn’t fair; not for him. You wouldn’t let life ruin the both of you either. Not when there wasn’t any need to.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You finally admit defeat, and Timothée sighs as he takes this as his cue to run his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away a stray tear. He wraps his arms around you and doesn’t pull away until he feels you do the same, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” His face relaxes. Relief. And you realize how lucky you are to have someone who knew how to be rational.

Somehow, your mind cools.

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o6: beautiful.

“I love you,” it’s a whimper that falls from your lips as he thrusts into you. His name and other praises of affection leave your mouth; the mouth he loves so much, and he can’t help but bite down onto the skin of your neck as he takes you from behind.

“You’re such a good girl, you like being fucked from behind that much?” He grunts when your walls clench around his cock at his words. His hips rock faster and your voice becomes whinier.

“T-Timmy– I– I’m going to– I–“ Coherent sentences escape your mind and blur with pleasure when Timothée’s nimble fingers find your clit. He knows what you want and you’ve been patient with him. He has every intention of giving you what you're going crazy for.

“Cum for me,” He moans, lips latching onto the side of your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and his fingers moved more urgently.

You cry out as his hips slammed against your ass a few more times, and the knot in your stomach becomes undone. Your upper half collapses onto the bed as Timothée’s movements become slower to help you ride out your high.

But you barely catch your breath when Timothée pulls out and flips you onto your back. His eyes were still dark as he studied your face, with your eyes glazed over and half open, and swollen lips parted while you panted for air.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so fucking much...” He murmurs to himself more than anyone before giving you what felt like the hundredth kiss than night.

He sucks on your bottom lip as he spreads your legs, and you mentally hit yourself for thinking that Timothée was anywhere close to being done with you for the night.

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o7: plenty.

“I love you.” It’s said against your ear, but trapped inside your phone. All Timothée could do was frown when you tell him that you love him back in a raspy voice.

The only horrible thing about shooting globally was that he wouldn’t be able to see you for weeks; maybe months on end. He missed important days like birthdays and anniversaries with no mercy from his production crew; but this is what he signed up for so he wouldn’t complain. He loves what he does, after all.

And he’s glad that you understand. You always remind him that you’re just a call away, and he knows you’re right but it still never sits well with him when he can’t hold you in his arms. Especially when you need him most.

But he tries his best, and that’s all you need.

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o8: care.

“I love you!” Timothée chuckles as you drunkenly pepper kisses onto his face the second he opens the door to welcome you home. He holds you by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him into a deep kiss.

He smiles; alcohol from your staff party lingers on your clothes and tongue but he still could only find you that much lovelier. He knew you were an inherently affectionate person since birth, but your shyness always dissipates in beer bottles and tequila shots.

“Hey, you’re really hot. Can we do it?” You pull back and ask breathlessly. It takes him a few moments to process your request, but when he does he’s speechless. All he does is laugh before sweeping the hair falling in your face and cupping your cheeks.

“No. Doing it is a no no if you’re this drunk, but we can get you to bed instead. I swear it will feel equally as amazing.” He suggests, smiling when you pout before dragging you towards your bedroom.

“Well if it’s a no then why’re you taking my clothes off?” You slur your words as Timothée helps you step out of your outfit. You comply when he sits you down at the edge of your bed before pulling out more comfortable clothes for you to sleep in.

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” He laughs when your eyes start drooping right after he helps you into your pyjamas. You barely notice him disappearing into the kitchen until he comes back with a glass of water and an aspirin. You groan when he makes you consume both of them to completion, but he’s indifferent as he tucks you into bed.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” You whisper, still drunk but still somehow so lovely in Timothee’s eyes. He grins and pecks your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eventually lips before whispering a goodnight.

And a final I love you is the last thing you hear when you’re finally lulled off to sleep.

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o9: tender.

“I love you.” You giggle as Timothée pulls you into him, and the couch sinks as you straddle his lap. He smiles into the kiss he gives you as his hands slide up your thighs.

He’s in the middle of unbuttoning your blouse when he pulls away to stare at you. His eyes turn into crescents as he smiles at you, and you scoff.

“What?” You ask, pushing his curls out of his face. Timothée shrugs before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You're just... really beautiful, is all.” He says. Almost innocently.

You melt at his words and kiss his forehead. He chuckles and finally slides your shirt off your shoulders before connecting his lips to the crook of your neck.

You squeal as he gently pushes you down onto your back, and before you know it his lips are on yours again, kissing you before slowly pulling away.

“I love you,” He whispers. You stare into his eyes and smile. You believed it more than anything.

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10: first.

“I love you!” Timothée revels at how much he says it casually nowadays. He says it for simple reasons, like when he wakes up and you’re the first thing he sees, or when you tell him that you’d pick up milk for him before you get home over the phone. There was no real reason as to why he even said it any more other than that he loved you at every moment.

He always smiles to himself when he remembers when the two of you first exchanged the three words. You were the first to break, only one month into your relationship when you were seeing him off after a night in at your apartment.

The two of you agreed to take it slow but when you somehow kissed him goodbye before casually telling him, “Bye, love you.”, he was over the moon. He tried not to make a big deal out of the thoughtless comment, only giving you a wide grin as he gave you one last kiss before leaving.

A text ensued right when he got back to his apartment.

My Baby[00:03]:

Hey! Sorry if that was weird when you left.  I know that we agreed to take it slow but tonight was just so fun, it just kind of slipped out… I hope you weren’t too put off by it. Sorry again.

Back at your apartment, you were banging your head against the wall when he didn’t respond, even twenty minutes later. He was weirded out. You knew it. You just liked him so much… he made you so happy that you couldn’t help yourself.

A knock at your door snapped you out of your self-loathing and you wondered why anyone would do such a thing at 12:30 in the morning. But when you answered, you couldn’t even process when Timothée lunged towards you to give you a kiss. You stumble back but he steadied you by wrapping an arm around your waist.

He pulled back, breathless, and laughed when he saw that your eyes had popped out of their sockets. He brought a hand up to one of your flushed cheeks. He knew you’d be surprised that he came back, but part of him also knew that he had to say it back in person.

“I love you, too.”

[thequeenopower]

Fancy seeing you here ; Technoblade x OC

Warning: Mentions of blood, death, and murder (not necessarily but he does push her off of a cliff).

The Manberg vs Pogtopia War. It was no it had changed people. Nobody trusted anyone anymore and everyone had seemed to lose hope. But, there was a certain person that seemed to have a very tiny sliver of hope. She was there since the beginning, she was there to experience Dream and his army blow up L’manberg, she had witnessed the first of many o7′s. She’s been through it all and yet she lives. She lives to make sure she gets to witness greatness, a victory for the people of the DreamSMP who just want peace. 

Her past was hard to come by, no one knew who she was or where she came from. All they knew was that she was royalty and that she was the center of SMP. She was of the Guardian family, her mother being the Queen and her father being the King and her grandfather was the Elder. She had missed her grandfather dearly ever since she was thrown out of the Ocean Monument. The reason is unknown even to her, but she went on her way and was saved by Wilbur, a friend till the end he had once said, but it was more so until her end.

It wasn’t until he showed up that she started to rethink her choices and remember her past. He had long pink hair that was often braided and was left to lay on his right shoulder. His crown sat neatly on top of his head and not once had it fallen off. The jewelry he wore was just as expensive as netherite armor and his cape was made of the softest of fabrics, but only she knew these things. He confided in her, as much as he could. She made him feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, something that made him feel like fighting for. Everyone was ready for the war, but not for the aftermath of it. But no one felt the true pain that Techno had felt when he saw her.

She stood there, hair blowing behind her as Wilbur stood next to her. They looked out at the others from the hole in the room that used to have all four walls, everything was blown up. And as everyone looked up at them, they felt the weight of what they’ve done fall onto them.

“I told you I would stick beside you every step of the way. Whatever you do next, I’ll stand behind it.” He looks at her, taking it all in.

She’s from a different place, she's not from here. Her voice was always dreamlike which made it hard to stay awake while she talked. Everyone always felt tired when she talked and it made it hard to do simple things like mine blocks since your body just felt tired so suddenly. But then, like a tidal wave, it hit him. She’s a Guardian, but unlike the name, she wasn’t meant to keep them safe. She, herself, was a product of war. He remembered reading about it as a small boy. She was meant to stop wars but she only brought it where ever she went. 

As long as she were alive, there would be wars. So, he had to do the only thing he could think of. He had to kill her.

Walking behind her, he looked down to see how far the fall would be. He didn’t want her to suffer, just wanted to make it quick and easy. But he knew that it would hurt until her last breath. Turning her around, he could see her tears streaming down her face. She thought he was bringing her into a hug, oh how wrong she was.

“They’re not ready, yet.” And he pushed her off, letting her fall to her doom.

She wasn’t angry, no, that wasn’t what she was feeling as she slowly fell through the air. She knew it was inevitable, her demise. But she never thought it’d be brought to her by a caring friend, all wrapped up nice and even given a little ribbon tied into a bow for some extra pizzazz. But still, anger was the last thing she was feeling. If anything, she was feeling remorseful. She knew all along why she was there but she tried to bury it. Bury it away along with all the trauma she had stored with it along the way. She thought that six feet wasn’t enough so she doubled it and thought it was good enough, but as we know, it is never enough. 

She felt sorry for all she had done, for everything she knew she could’ve stopped. And even though she was grateful that people cared for her, everyone's screams as she fell from the hole made her feel even worse. The façade she had that made everyone fall for her, made them feel the need to trust her, she was now hearing it all pour out of them like lava. She was sure they knew who she was by now otherwise she might’ve not died. Unless it was only then that Wilbur had figured it out, but she’ll never get the answer to that. 

As her body collided with the blown-up earth, the screams seemed to stop. Everything hurt, but she knew it all be over soon. Then the screams happened again and she could hear them wailing on what used to be a street. But it got quieter and her ears started to ring as her heartbeat started to slow down and her breaths became short.

“Queensley!” Technoblade shouted as he slid down the leftover pieces of dirt and rocks. His eyes were bloodshot as the tears that once occupied his eyes began to dry.

Then did he see her, lying there in a pool of her own blood. A hole in her head from where she first made contact with the stone beneath her. And yet with all the death surrounding her, he still saw the beauty in her. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” She gasped out. Her voice, even though raspy, still was dreamy. 

“Are you alright? Do you need anything? Here, take my golden apple!” He rushed over his words as he rummaged through his bag, that was until her hand stopped him.

“I’m fine, how are you?” He looked at her, dumbfounded. She was slowly dying, and she was worried about him. But, he decided to play along. He didn’t want her to know that he was panicking, all he wanted was for her to be was relaxed and if that meant acting as if nothing was wrong, then so be it.

“You really scared me, Queensley.” She smiled at the name that she came up with on the spot the first day she showed up here.

“If you die... who employs butlers anymore?” She rasped out a laugh as she remembers when she forced him to be her butler for the day when he lost a bet.

“Don’t forget me.” She whispered as her last desperate attempt at staying alive failed.

“I won’t sweetheart, just promise me you’ll be good.” 

All she could do was smile and look up at the sky as everything slowly drifted away from her.

Her death had a major impact on everyone. What seemed to bug everyone was why it happened. No one had a clear answer which started the rumors. They had started ones that she was also a traitor, which wasn’t a lie, there was even one that was said she was Wilbur's love interest that cheated on him but that was shut down fast seeing as though even in death, they still had respect for both of their fallen friends. 

When Wilbur came back, Techno’s lost hope came back as well. He thought of all the places she could be, all the places where she must be scared or lonely, maybe even lost. But the second it was said Wilbur only remembered the good things made him scared again. He thought of how she was already losing her memory beforehand and remembered how she had hit her head which had to have caused something to happen to her already damaged memory. 

He walked to her house in his last attempt at finding her. He hadn’t even opened the gates when he smelled homemade cookies and cakes being baked. Smoke rose from the chimney and he smiled remembering that during winter they’d snuggle up together on her couch with loads of blankets, hot chocolate, and the fire going. The cold bit at his nose but he didn’t care about any frostbite he could be getting. His girl was alive.

Walking in he saw her, covered in flour and her kitchen a mess as she danced around pulling trays out of the oven and putting new full ones back in. His chuckle startled her making the hot tray in her mitted hand fall to the floor. He stared with curiosity as she carefully picked up the tray with the surviving cookies and put them on the kitchen counter. 

“Your security still sucks.” He laughs as she huffs her hair out of her face. Her skin was pale, showing she, like Wilbur, was now a ghost.

“Nobody's hunting for me.” He shook his head at her attitude that, even in death, was still there.

“I didn’t expect to see you again.” She whispered, eyes glazing over.

“We didn’t exactly get to say goodbye.” He choked out, eyes also glazing over.

“No, you’re right. We never did.” He smiled as she came up to him and hugged him, sniffling. 

“I didn’t want to be rude.” He laughed out.

“I never said you were rude, I just said you could be a little nicer to others.” He smiled again.

And he and his Queen lived happily ever after.

Until the Resurrection Book was confirmed.

[gatitties]

Mute: 1O. Wishes

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

@chiyoso

Tendou had been more nervous than usual by your side, despite everything you said to him he was still acting strange in your opinion and not only that, but you had also been feeling strange by his side.

You crushed your head against your pillow letting out a sigh, you didn't want to think about it but you thought something was really wrong with the redhead, it didn't have to be anything bad but it didn't let you sleep in peace and you are constantly thinking about all the moments that you passed with Tendou. You didn't want to think about it too much, but when you talked to the girls at the club they laughed at you saying you had a crush on the middle blocker.

But come on, you weren't in love, were you? It's not like every time you see him you feel like hugging him, crushing his cheeks, intertwining his big hands with yours, playing with his hair, blowing kisses all over his beautiful face, sleeping next to him, taking care of him, spending more time with him... oh wait, you definitely did want to do all that.

You bit the pillow rolling from side to side until you fell out of bed, you were on the floor for a while until you heard a knock at the door. When you opened you saw Tendou with a more casual outfit, you opened your eyes and slammed the door, of all the people who could have seen you in a pitiful appearance, did it have to be him? You were messy, too much, bum was a word that went with your outfit that morning.

"I just wanted to know if you would come for a walk, but I see you don't want to."

You quickly opened the door, sticking out your hand to signal that he should give you just five minutes to be decent. You closed again to get ready quickly, also chose something more casual and comfortable. You sighed before opening the door, smiling at Tendou, who returned the gesture grabbing your hand while you were unprepared, you didn't even flinch and let yourself go, after all he always dragged you anywhere. While he was guiding you, you were distracted thinking about anything, without realizing it you arrived at a small park where there were not many people, you did not know that he was planning.

«What are we doing here»

"Wait and see."

You watched as his face lit up with excitement at your confused expression. When he stopped he quickly covered your eyes, giving you no time to react.

"Trust me, I won't let you fall."

You took a deep breath to nod, he stood behind you, his arms around you and his hands blocking your view as he pushed you lightly from behind. Only a couple of minutes passed then he placed his head on top of yours, uncovering your eyes, you blinked a couple of times when you saw the site, it was a slightly further part of the park where there was a beautiful garden full of all kinds of flowers.

"I thought you'd like to come here, it's a well-known place, although people don't usually visit it much anymore."

Your smile was getting bigger and bigger, one day you would die because of this boy. Without thinking much you hugged him, savoring his typical smell, you stayed like that for a while, without wanting to separate you just sat down to enjoy the company that the opposite offered.

"You can take some, they will surely come in handy for your club."

You smiled again to start looking and smelling the plants that were there, Tendou watched you in wonder as you plucked some pretty flowers.

Without noticing the silly face the blocker had when he looked at you, you ended up making a flower crown ─you learned recently─ satisfied with your work of art, you turned to see how the boy quickly looked away, making you laugh slightly. You approached him to place the flower crown on his red hair, creating a beautiful scene.

«He looks so adorable...»

You heard Tendou's laugh realizing that you had said it while looking directly at him, so he had understood you.

"You are adorable too!"

His arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he kept squeezing you against his chest, hiding his face in your neck, enjoying your fragrance. You were stunned looking at him, unconsciously you moved away from him kissing his cheek, leaving him surprised and somewhat blushed, however his amused expression did not change and he kissed you back, making you nervous, which caused him to laugh burying his face back in the crook of your neck, still not wanting to let go.

Without being able to do anything else, you rested your arms on his shoulders, trying to ignore the tingling that ran through the area where he previously planted the kiss. The hours flew by while you decided to snuggle on the ground, enjoying the song of the birds, it was practically night, the stars were beginning to be seen and the moon stood out remarkably thanks to its brightness.

"I think there is a shower of stars today."

You looked at him with sparkles in your eyes, you had never seen a shower of stars and seeing one next to him made you especially excited.

«What wish will you make?»

Your head rested on his chest, which rose and fell slowly, transmitting tranquility, he gave you a closed-eyed smile to caress your hair.

"If I say it now, it won't come true."

You puffed out your cheeks squinting, he wasn't going to tell until you saw one so you focused on the sky. When you saw the first one you pointed quickly, both of you raised your body to sit, you looked at each other, you were so focused on seeing a shooting star that you didn't wish anything but at least you would know what Tendou wanted.

«Then, you can tell me what you have wish»

"You know at first I didn't want to be your friend so they wouldn't bother you for that..." you looked at him confused "but now I know I don't want to be your friend."

The small smile you had completely faded, your brow furrowed slightly, trying to understand why he was saying that now. He grabbed your hands wrapping them completely in his, he was looking at you for a few seconds to speak again.

"I don't want to be your friend because I want you to be my girlfriend."

You felt how your soul flew above your body, surely your face exploded in a thousand shades of pink and you even felt short of breath

Ah no, wait. He was kissing you.

Still a little stunned by his statement, you followed his rhythm seconds later, when you could control your nerves, you managed to continue the kiss more adequately.

"So... do you think you could stand me as a couple?"

«Idiot, at first you scared me, of course I want to be your girlfriend!»

You smiled to jump on him, you lay down again hugging each other but now you caressed each other while you watched the stars fall.

"At the end of all my wish was fulfilled."

[bngtanah]

DBBG |Graduation Day

summary: Sam & Erin are university students who share a cheap one bedroom apartment above a shitty takeaway restaurant. Due to the limited space, they’ve grown accustomed to sharing just about everything, including the occasional kiss. pairing: Jung Hoseok (Samuel Park) x Named OC characters: meet the cast. genre: fluff, suggestive themes word count: 2.5k chapters: o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14 warning: mutual pining, making out, groping/heavy petting, childhood friends to lovers(in a sense, moonlight talks.

A/N: If anyone is actually interested in my multi-chapter fic, this is just a little flashback chapter that I couldn't get out of my head.

**Bolded speech denotes that the characters are speaking English.

16:04:00 PM

Samuel was nervous. Not because today was the day he'd been waiting for since he enrolled in Highschool, not because everyone in the auditorium where he was currently seated expected him and 152 of his classmates to begin their transformations into adulthood. It wasn't even because they volunteered him to be the representative of the graduating class, meaning he had to be the one to lead nine other students in presenting rice cakes to their teachers and hope that he didn't trip over his own two feet.

The only source of stress for Samuel on his graduation day was because his best friend was nowhere to be seen.

"She said she'd be here" Sammy muttered to himself as he lifted his head to look at the section his parents were sitting in once again. Erin's family sat in the same row, but there was still an empty spot where Erin was meant to be. Both sets of parents and younger siblings waved when they noticed him looking, they gestured for him to pay attention to the speaker instead of looking up at them every five minutes. Sam exhaled and reluctantly obeyed, turning back to the speaker up ahead of him just in time to be called up to the stage.

"You know he can't see you if you're crouching behind that pillar the entire time" James Anthony, Erin's father, whispered toward her as she tried to sneak another glance at Sammy walking toward the stage.

"I know Dad, that's why I'm hiding," She replied "I want to surprise him- Oh look! He's going on stage, aw he looks so cute in his uniform. Stop looking back here before he notices me."

James chuckled softly and leaned back into his seat, he'd given up trying to understand why his daughter did the things she did a very long time ago. Life for both of them was simpler that way.

"What are they doing now?" He whispered to Ariana, his wife, but she looked just as confused as he was.

"It looks like they're giving the teachers food? They didn't do that at Pumpkin's graduation did they?" She stated, referring to Erin.

"I don't think so."

"It's an old tradition," Sam's mother, Subin, interjected in a whisper, leaning over Erin's empty seat "Students give presents to teachers after an academic achievement, I think this is the first time they've done it here, though."

"Ooh..." James and Ariana sighed simultaneously.

The Anthony's couldn't have been blessed with better neighbours than Park Jooheon and his family. Moving to South Korea as a black family was hard enough to begin with but moving to an area where they were the only foreigner family made the first few months in the new country almost unbearable. James only knew a few Korean phrases since he frequently travelled back and forth from Texas for business but his wife and three young children knew none of the language at all. They hated being away from their friends, surrounded by people that looked at them like they were animals in a zoo, it was miserable.

That all changed when the Parks moved in next door. Subin and Jooheon Park were Korean by birth but had lived in California for most of their lives, their children were born there and if not for the deteriorating health of Subin's father they probably would have remained there. Both families took an immediate liking to each other and suddenly life in South Korea for the Anthony family wasn't so bad.

The ceremony ended with a thundering applause and the students quickly filed out of the auditorium after the faculty had left. The parents and family members in the audience began making their way toward the entrance to wait for their fresh graduates.

A few minutes later students began trickling out of the school's entrance, covered in flour and grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm free!" Sammy yelled at his family's direction as he all but ran towards them. Once he reached the group, everyone took their turn giving him words of encouragement and congratulations. As happy as Samuel was to be surrounded by so many people who cared for him, his face fell when he noticed one face that wasn't in the crowd.

"So.... I guess Erin didn't come?" Sammy asked, sounding somber as he glanced around the group and fully noticed her absence.

James and Ariana exchanged a short awkward glance. They didn't want to lie to him since they could see Erin quietly approaching him quietly from behind.

"Yah! You didn't think I'd miss your graduation day did you?" Erin exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, pulling him closely against her. Sammy, utterly startled, screamed at the sudden contact but his momentary fear died down the second he heard Erin's voice. Sammy was sure he had never been happier than he was as that moment, all the disappointment he was feeling earlier melted away the second he felt Erin's arms around him. Then again, he was always happy when Erin was around; and even more so when she was touching him.

He spun around as quickly as his body would let him and wrapped his arms around her waist, his smiling face burrowing into the crook of her neck. "I thought you couldn't come," He said mumbled against her skin softly. Erin grinned and carded her fingers through his hair "Don't be silly, I would never miss this."

Subin and Ariana shared a knowing smile at the affectionate display and Jooheon cleared his throat nonchalantly to subtly remind the pair of "friends" that their hug was rapidly leaving friend territory.

Erin was the first to detach herself and step backward, making Sammy reluctantly let her go. "I really am proud of you," She said with a genuine smile as she pressed her palm against his cheek. Sammy nuzzled his face against her hand, humming softly like a kitten while still gazing down at his best friend with nothing but admiratioin in his eyes and mouthed a silent 'Thank you' 

"Well, Ariana and I didn't spend all day cooking to let it go to waste, who's hungry?"

Hours passed by, and before anyone noticed the sun had set, and the night was setting in. It was too late for Erin to take the bus back to Seoul so she stayed with her parents for the night, even if that meant waking up at the ass-crack of dawn so she wouldn't be late for her first class the next day.

Erin had already been asleep for over an hour when she heard her cell phone chirp the first time. She ignored it, at first, reasoning that if it was important, the person would call her instead of texting. Exactly five minutes passed before her phone began ringing.

"Yeah?" She answered groggily.

"I can't sleep," Samuel said, responding to a question Erin didn't ask.

"Guess what I was doing?" She yawned.

"Let's go to the beach."

"Sammy what the hell..." 

"Come on, it'll be fun!" He whispered, even over the phone Erin could tell he was giving her his most convincing smile.

She groaned and argued but rolled out of bed and got dressed, regardless. Not too long after they hung up Erin was awake and shuffling barefoot through the sand, hand in hand with an overly excited high school graduate. 

"The sky is so beautiful at night..." Samuel finally said as he stopped walking just a few feet from the shoreline, Erin was still half asleep and only grunted in response. 

"Erin.... can I ask you something?"

She nodded since her head was pressed against his shoulder and she still didn't feel like making full sentences.

"What's life like after graduation?"

Erin chuckled softly, glancing up at Samuel who was still looking forward at the waves rolling in.

"Is that what this is about? You're worried about what your life will be like now?"

"It's just...." Samuel shuffled awkwardly from the balls of his feet to his heels, "Up until now all the big decisions have been made for me you know? Now it's all up to me and I just want to make my parents proud of me.... I don't know if I can."

"You know your parents will be proud of you no matter what you do with your life. They love you,"

"Loving me isn't the same thing as being proud of me" Sam grumbled and kicked his foot against the sand.

"Come here," Erin sighed and grabbed his hands, pulling him back toward the dry sand. She took a seat and patted the ground next to her.

"Are you planning on selling drugs?"

Samuel smirked and shook his head.

"Your body?" Erin asked in a soft whisper, leaning forward with her eyebrow quirked upward.

"No," Samuel laughed and playfully nudged her shoulder.

"Then nothing else matters. As long as you're doing something that makes you happy and you're doing it to the best of your ability I can guarantee that Jooheon and Subin Park will support 100%. You know that."

Samuel considered her words for a few seconds then nodded, curling up his lips so that his dimples were prominent. "You're right"

"Of course I am..... Just promise me you'll stay happy alright?"

"Yeah...."

"Promise!" Erin repeated and hit him gently on the arm.

"Aish, I promise!" He hissed sharply even thought her hit didn't really hurt "When did my noona get so smart?" Sam simpered and gingerly pinched Erin's cheek. She tried to swat his hand away, but Sammy dodged her attack and launched a counter of his own. Reaching forward, Sam moved his fingers against Erin's sides to playfully tickle her which made her double over with laughter. Erin wasn't overly ticklish, but she was tired and possibly delirious which made her lot more sensitive than usual. Samuel found himself laughing at her amusing reaction as well, her head and upper body fell backward bringing Sammy right along with her. He hovered above her and peered down at her beaming face, it alarmed him just how much he wanted to kiss her at that moment.

Of course, he was already aware that Erin was beautiful, Samuel noticed that from the second he'd laid eyes on her. But this was the first time he was conscious of how much he was attracted to her. Her dark brown hair sprawled out over the sand in spiraling waves around her head as her laughing subsided and her chest rose and fell beneath him Sam was frozen in place above her.

"Are you okay?" She asked and reached up to move the hair that obstructed her view of his face, allowing her index finger to trail along his jawline before resting gently on his chest.

The warmth of her hand permeated throughout his skin, burning a lick of fire throughout his body and that single little touch was all it took to make Samuel lose total control of his senses.

His hand moved upward from her side to cradle Erin's chin. Confusion washed over her face, but any uncertainty about he was planning to do next left her the moment he began moving closer and she did nothing to stop him. Nervously he pressed his lips against hers and Erin's eyelids fluttered shut as she was overcome with a desire she didn't even know she possessed. Her mouth opened slightly and Samuel took that as a sign to continue. He tilted his head to deepen their kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips and tentatively caressing and massaging against hers.

Erin moaned softly and the sound only made it more difficult for Samuel to be sensible about the situation and stop himself before things got out of hand. Instead, the passion between them intensified, his hands began roaming her body freely as Erin's hands travelled underneath his t-shirt and her nails ran down the measure of his back with a light pressure.

The two separated momentarily, racing to catch their breaths as both of them stared the other down like they were seeing each other for the first time. Some awkwardness was expected, but that wasn't quite what they were feeling at that moment. Samuel was the first to smile. His fingertips trailing over her flushed skin, and Erin soon followed and traced the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip before their lips melded together again and Erin felt something stir in her that she was sure she’d never felt before. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him even closer, her legs parting so that he was slotted between them.

Sammy put all he had into the kiss now, no longer nervous or awkward about kissing her. It felt nice to be like this with his best friend; tongues massaging and bodies wrapped up in one another. He groaned as her nails pressed into his back again, and unconsciously his hips pushed forward to grind against her core as Erin matched each one of his slow strokes with a movement of her own.  He continued to kiss her with passion and fervor, his arm now supporting her lower back and his other hand held the back of her head. Sam slowed down the pace of their kisses, pulling away with her bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Erin's fingers rifled through his hair, a pleasurable moan tumbling from her lips as his mouth kissed a trail down her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there. “You are so beautiful” Sam complimented in a delicate voice as his hand moved from her back to smooth down her side, gripping her hips. His praise made Erin grin and she opened her mouth to respond, but her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hand move beneath the band of her sweatpants to rub outside her panties and stroke the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs.

The sound of footsteps behind them made Erin's eyes shoot open. A flashlight shone brightly on them and they both froze.

"Yah, perverts! What are you doing down there?" The voice wasn't familiar which mean it was probably a security guard and luckily not one of their parents.

"Oh shit, oh shitshitshitshitshitshit" Samuel panicked and scrambled off Erin's body while she pulled her hoodie over her head to cover her face.

"What do we do?" Erin asked before she felt Sammy grabbed her hand and interlace their fingers.

"Run."

[the-darklings]

home is wherever i’m with you;

pairing: connor x reader

drabble prompt: [o7/11]: connor + comfort

word count: 729

a/n: I’ve had a pretty terrible few weeks. I know some of you guys have as well. So this is pure, shameless fluff we all deserve and need. Thank you @wer-if-est-er-ia for providing me with the perfect prompt. Hope you guys enjoy.   

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Your window was a gateway to the universe.

Tiny beads of rain trailing down the clear, cold surface were stars falling down in your lap as you stared up at them in wonder. With your arms wrapped around yourself, you felt the heaviness of the day sink into you with painful finality.

“I’m home,” a voice called with a click of the front door opening, “Hank wants to know if we can still make it to dinner tomorrow. Said Sumo misses you. He also gave me a lengthy lecture about making myself more...emotionally available.”

You didn’t even have the energy to smile at something that would have usually made you laugh. “How many swear words did he use to get his point across?”

You heard him shuffling around the apartment, a rhythm and precision to all his movements that were starting to become achingly familiar.

It was nice to have him in your space. It was nice to wake up with his fingers tracing your skin, and his lips slow and searching each morning. Often so unsure but always eager to learn.

You could hear the smile in his voice when he answered, “Too many,” he voiced, his footsteps approaching your resting place. “How was your—(Name)?”

He appeared in your line of sight, and it still startled you sometimes, seeing him here. Seeing him look so human, so beautiful, and alive—

He was worried though.

You could tell by the way the casualness slid off him suddenly, how his entire demeanour sharpened immediately upon seeing you, his eyes flickering over your features hurriedly.

“(Name),” he called again, something heavier in his voice. His fingers searched for yours, cautiously entwining as he knelt before you.

“I’m okay,” you told him, swallowing the lie, “Stuff just...gets to you sometimes. Stress and worries, and life. It’s okay, don’t worry about me.”

His thumb ran over your knuckles carefully, his brows so deeply furrowed it made him look almost angry, “I do not like it when you’re sad,” he remarked heavily, “It makes me feel...uncomfortable. Don’t be sad,” he commanded almost petulantly, his fingers tightening around yours for a moment.     

You smiled weakly at him, “It doesn’t work that way, sweetheart.”

His gaze was focused on your interlocked fingers intently, his expression troubled, “I wish I could take all of you sadness away,” he told you soberly, before lifting your hand and brushing his lips against your knuckles delicately.

He was upset, you realised with a start, your lips parting in surprise, “Oh Connor, everyone has bad days, it doesn’t mean that good days don’t follow them.”

Sliding from your seat, you knelt before him, gently bumping your forehead with his as you gave him a wan smile.

“I wish—I want to help you,” he confessed, a shakiness to his voice that was quickly becoming a telltale sign of him being overwhelmed. Just part of humanity and all the messy, messy emotions that came with it. Connor felt everything so deeply that sometimes you couldn't help but to think he was more human than most humans were. “You always help me, but I cannot—”

“Shhh. You do help me,” you muttered lightly. “You’re with me right now. That’s enough.”

He leaned back, gaze serious as he timidly reached for your face, fingers tracing an invisible smile, “Nothing will ever happen to you (Name). You have my word.”

You did not expect him to wrap his arms unsurely around you, touch awkward and restrained, but so very warm that it made you sag against him involuntarily.

There was such simple comfort to be found in a hug from someone you loved. Feeling of soothing warmth that was capable of wiping every bad thing from your head for at least a little while.

“I—I love you,” he whispered gently against your ear, voice cracking.

Your heart gave a little jolt, still unused to hearing him say it. He rarely did because he found it hard to voice everything he felt even now.

But when he did—

God, when he did.

It was like dying and being born again. Exactly like every stupid, cliched story you’ve ever read told you it would be like.

You curled into him, voice strained as you told him, “I love you too Connor.”

And with those words, you made him into your home, shelter, and your entire life too.

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