#the fact that i put lotion on my hands multiple times a day but my knuckles still crack and bleed

[hood-ex]

Idk how the bats are just out there living life day after day with their various injuries. I've got blisters on my palms, a hurt back, and cracked and bleeding knuckles, and I'm just lying on my hot pad like nope not doing anything else for the rest of the night. Staying in bed. Trying not to move or aggravate any wounds. Peace out Girl Scout.

Meanwhile, Dick's got a fucked up arm and bruises all over, and he's like I'm going to put on my tight suit, and I'm going to get even more injuries to put on top of the ones I already have. Like bro your body hates you.

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

To Have and To Hold

Warnings: Yandere!Aliucard, SMUT, creampie (wrap it before you tap it my dudes this is FICTION! Kids cost money), slight degradation, a little bit of fluff. A/N: Yall, please don't judge me. I had a hell of a rough time writing this out because I had to take a break every three minutes to BREATHE lol. I hope the smut is okay. I'm not ready to be that explicit just yet. I hope y'all like this. This is another 2k words and is not proofread. If you want to be in the taglist just lmk! Summary: You travel to Dracula's Castle to help the owner get the place registered as a historical landmark and enter into an overwhelming relationship with Alucard.

Masterlist Chap 1.

Chapter Two

 The next morning you awake to an old chest half your size in the middle of your room. On top of it, there’s a note.         “ I was informed this morning that your bag was lost in transit and they’re unable to locate it. I took the liberty of getting you some clothes to wear while you’re here. I hope they fit you and if they don’t we can make adjustments. 

A. “

A bit bummed at the loss of your clothes, you open the chest and immediately forget about what small things you packed in your bag. The first piece of clothing was a soft pink sundress with white flowers on it. The Queen Anne neckline was lined with white lace and you loved it instantly. Setting it aside to wear it for the day. There were multiple sets of silk pajamas. Pretty nightgowns and fluffy slippers and beautiful shoes (that were all your size). You giggled like a child in the long mirror against the wall, swaying this way and that. 

Granted, in your job description you wore clothes that kept your skin safe from poisonous spiders, cobwebs, and splinters. But the knowledge that Adrian had picked these out to lend you made butterflies spring to life in your belly and you couldn’t resist thinking of what he’d think of you in them. 

Deciding to bathe before you start your day, you enter the bathroom and examine the large tub and new shower head. The place was spotless and smelled of lemon. You turned on the faucet and allowed the hot water of the shower to steam up the room before getting in. Being too tired to shower the night before you basked in the warmth of the hot water washing the days of travel off your skin. 

However, your peace was short-lived because a rush of cold air cut across your skin beckoning a wave of gooseflesh. There were no vents or holes near the shower so you shut the water off and peered out of the shower curtain. The bathroom door was open and you struggled to remember if you’d closed it or not. Surely, you would’ve closed it to keep the heat in, right? 

         Stepping out of the shower you wrap yourself in a towel and enter the room to find nothing amiss. 

Strange. 

You searched the chest for the round container of lotion you’d spotted when you were rummaging through it earlier. After getting dressed, you leave your room, notepad in hand, and find your way to the kitchen. 

Marguerite is there and quickly introduces herself and offers you a full breakfast. Shamefully, you find yourself very pleased with the fact that she’s an older woman. Much too old to be romantically involved with your host. Her grey hair is pulled back into one bun, pulled away from her round face which is free of wrinkles. Her eyes are almost catlike which would appear almost frightening if not for their warm disposition and the childish curve of her features. She looks incredibly young and old at the same time. You watch as she pours you both a cup of tea and puts exactly four sugars into your tea. 

“How is your room?” Her voice is warm much like her eyes. Hoping she hadn’t noticed your staring, you mix your oatmeal in an innocuous figure eight. “It’s lovely. Everything is perfect and the bed is quite comfortable.” 

Marguerite hums with approval. “Wonderful. I put everything to right myself. The little prince would have nothing less.” Baffled, you turn to face her. 

“Little prince?” 

Marguerite’s warm eyes all but twinkle in the morning light. She sips her tea once before getting to her feet. “I’ve got some small tasks to finish before the morning ends. Once you’re done eating, you may leave your dishes in the sink. I’ll tend to them.” She doesn’t wait for your answer before she leaves, cup in hand.

Curious but too excited to think about it for too long you hastily finish your breakfast. Now, you have a system. Always begin at the first room you entered when you’re exploring a new place. It’s crucial to start in a familiar place so that each new discovery is easier to document and keep track of. Following this system leads you to head to the foyer. The room looked much the same as it had when you’d first arrived except for the streams of light that were pouring in from all directions. You’d missed the windows behind the humongous curtains that covered them the night before. Some of the windows were stained glass and you took a moment to examine them.

Each picture showed a man with dark hair in battle, covered in the blood of his enemies, and returning to the gothic castle you now stood in. 

“A bit grotesque, is it not?”         You jump and whirl around to find Adrian standing behind you much as he had the first time you met. “Have mercy! You’ve got to stop doing that!” His eyebrows draw together as he laughs lightly. Today his hair is in a messy braid down his back. The button-down white shirt he wears is tucked into the sleek black pants that sway over his sandy brown boots. “My apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His eyes travel from your face down your body and back up again causing those butterflies to flutter up to your heart. Fingers knotted in the dress you wore, your eyes scanned the room nervously. “Thank you for the clothes and the other things. They’re beautiful.” 

“I’m glad you like them. Does everything fit well?”         “Scarily well,” you joke. “I would’ve thought these clothes had been made for me with how perfectly they fit.” His jaw tensed slightly. Confused once again, you opt to examine the stained glass. You hear him inhale slowly.

“I’m told there’s a book in the library that describes the stories in these windows. Would you like to help me search for it?” 

The doors of the library are large. Just as large as the front doors. He pushes them open with ease and leads you into a room full of one of the largest collections of books you’ve ever seen. There are books on every surface. Lining the walls and stacked spaces all over the tables and desks. It was overwhelmingly massive and you took it all in wonder.         “The place is a mess and I haven’t hired anyone to help me organize it all just yet. It’s such a large collection.” 

“Can I help?” The words come out louder than you expect and you can’t see the smile on his lips as he pulls open the heavy curtains of the room. “If it’s not too much for you. I know you’ve only come here to stay a week. Are you sure you’ve got enough time for this?” 

Already eyeing a ruby-red book covered in dust, you nod vigorously. “I’ve got plenty of time. I’m the youngest historian of my group and I’m pretty sure my boss let me go on this trip because he figured it would keep me busy and out of the way of their more important jobs. Jokes on them though, this place is immaculate! I could write a million books about the architecture alone.” You glance over to see him leaning against a table watching you intently. “That is..if you would consent to that.” 

He sits motionless for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t see why not.” Grinning, you begin sorting through the books nearest to you. Several of them are in languages you’ve never seen and you examine them thoroughly. Organizing this library would not be easy but you were reluctant to think about giving yourself a time limit anyway. Judging by the size of this room alone, there was no way you’d be able to sort through it in a month let alone a week. The next three days, you focused on your task while pondering the idea of staying a little longer. 

During this time, you and Adrian had entered a rhythm. You’d wake up in the morning, he’d meet you in the kitchen and you walk together to the library. You’d spent hours in there reading over ancient stories of witches and vampires. All of them fill you with delight. 

You had become accustomed to Adrian being near you throughout this time. Relishing every moment, his skin brushed yours or he leaned over you to read whatever book you wanted to show him. It was on a late night almost identical to the others that Adrian had left without a word and reappeared with a tray with two cups and hot chocolate. 

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” You replied after many thanks. He shook his pretty head. “Nonsense. After all you’ve done to help me, I won’t hesitate to do whatever I can for you.” He set a smoking cup in front of you before sliding into the chair closest to yours and sipping from his own cup. You watched him as he took a drink and you absentmindedly did the same. The scalding hot liquid bit at the skin of your bottom lip and tongue. You yelped. 

“Shit!” Adrian grasped your chin in one hand and sat your hot mug to the side.

“It’s smoking hot, Y/N. You can’t just inhale it that way.” He all but whispered as his callused thumb gently rubbed your bottom lip. 

“You did.” You mumble. His frown deepened and you watched his face as you impulsively let your tongue slide over the tip of his thumb. His breath caught in his throat. Less than a second later, he slid his thumb into your mouth and you wrapped your lips around it without a second thought. His pupils dilated as he tilted his head, lips parted. You tasted the cocoa on his skin and sighed breathily. 

Quickly, he moved his hand from your chin and pressed his lips to yours. Tilting your head, you leaned into him as he pulled you to his chest and slid his hands down your throat and shoulders. Past your arms and around your waist. Your arms find their way around his neck as you let him slide his tongue between your lips. The sound of your heartbeat and the noises you couldn’t help but make filled your ears. 

Just when you think you might have to lean back for air he breaks the kiss and presses his lips all over your face. Without a word, he lifts you by your waist and you wrap your legs around him quickly. He kisses you again, rougher this time. You don’t know how and nor do you care but soon your back is against the soft cushion of your bed and Adrian is leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and over your collarbones. 

After a moment, he rises and looks into your eyes. You can tell he’s searching for something but is unsure how to ask. The apprehension and obvious vulnerability tug on your heart and you place your hands on either side of his face. You nod, not waiting for him to ask. “Please.” You whisper. He closes his eyes and kisses you again before leaning back on his knees and pulling his shirt above his head from the hem up. You gasp when you see the long scar across his chest. It’s faded greatly, but the outline is still there and you sit up a little to drag your fingers across it. “What happened?” 

He looks to the right. “It was a long time ago.” He said nothing else and you didn’t press him. Gingerly, you pressed your lips to his chest and he shuttered against your lips. Like he’d never been touched there before. In a rush, he slid his hand through your hair held the back of your skull, and kissed you deeply. It was easier for him to undress and explore you without fear now. Eyes on yours, he pulled your panties from around your hips and slid them off. You giggled as he slid his cool fingertips between your knees and slowly spread them. 

You held your breath as his eyes roamed over your body. “So pretty.” He breathed and you whimpered as his hands slid down your thighs and over your pelvic bone. He kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, your knuckles, your thigh, your ankle. He inhaled your scent and you sighed with each touch. His fingertips found their way to the apex of your thighs and slid between your glistening lips. A shuttered moan falls from your lips and he chuckles. He kisses your temple while rubbing slow circles around your clit. 

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you teeter closer and closer to your orgasm. Without warning, he speeds up the movement, sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth sending shivers down your spine as your hips move against his hand of their own accord. In a burst of feeling you tip over the edge. A sharp shriek escapes your lips and it feels like forever before the shocks of pleasure end. As soon as it stops, you huff impatiently. It certainly wasn’t enough to make the heat of your skin cool down and the way he continued to caress your skin was only making it worse. 

He slid between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you ready?” He whispered in your ears. “Yes.” You reply quickly and he laughs at your eagerness. Then he gently presses the head of his cock into you. Both of you moan in unison. The air in the room thickens as he graciously waits for you to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly he edges himself all the way inside of you to the hilt and you fight to breathe. You had guessed he could fill you up but you hadn’t imagined it would feel like this. Your legs were still vibrating with the aftershocks of your first orgasm and you kiss his shoulder before telling him you’re ready for him to move. And that he does. 

Forehead to yours, he pulls his hips away from yours, leaving just the tip inside you before surging forward. The wind is knocked out of you and you squeeze your eyes shut as sounds you’ve never made before push out of your belly and mingle with his own. You lose yourself in the pressure and the rhythm as his hands bring your wrists together above your head. He holds them there with one hand and uses the other to pull your right thigh up higher on his hips. This allows him to reach deeper inside you and your back arches. 

Breath uneven, you raise your hips to meet his thrusts as your second orgasm oh so slowly gets closer and closer. Unable to see and barely able to hear, you beg him. “P-please. Please. Please.” You chant like a sinner praying for salvation. He presses his lips to your ear. 

“Please what?” 

You whimper. 

“Use your words.” He laughs against your skin as he leaves little bite indents on your forearms. The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room, egging you on in the most obscene manner. All but screaming, you beg him to let you come. He murmurs “Good girl” in your ear and releases your wrists. He brings both of your knees up even higher and your hands grip his biceps as he plows into you. Almost instantly, your body tightens. Your eyes roll as your orgasm finally hits you, causing every part of your body to shake. This time you scream as he presses his hips into yours a few more times before stilling inside you. You watch as he closes his eyes and your name falls from his lips as he comes inside of you. 

Adrian lets your legs slip from his grip and lays down on you. The room is quiet save from the sound of your breathing. You can feel his heart beating against yours and you wrap your arms around him. Hand in his hair, you press your lips to his temple much like he’d done yours and he sighs into you. A smile dances across your lips as you hold him to you. 

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers. “I was going to say the same thing about you.” You reply. He exhales heavily and places a kiss on the inside of your elbow before getting up and entering your bathroom. You hear the faucet water turn on as he hums a song you’ve never heard before. He returns a moment later with a warm cloth and wipes your skin so gently that you feel your heart swell inside your chest. He continues to hum and the sound of his voice lulls you into a dreamless sleep.

Taglist: @hoppershoe. @c-crow-chatters

[abiiors]

Crush

In which Matty is a lil pining idiot who has a massive crush. This is a work of fiction because Matty Healy is in fact 🤏🏼this tall.

It’s thirty minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage. 

They’re in a city they’ve played in multiple times, he knows the setlist from back to front and he’s already thinking about what twists he can put on the songs tonight. The backstage is pretty crowded and bustling; George sits on a chair, idly drumming away to whatever’s playing in his ears at the moment. Ross is nowhere to be found, probably out having a cigarette break and Hann chats with some of the backing artists. 

Matty sits and watches. 

He knows you’re far too busy running around from one person to the next, making sure everything is perfect and ready to go. Your staff lanyard swishes back and forth every time you dash past him and his heart squeezes every time you throw a casual smile at others.

‘You’re running around like a headless chicken,’ he calls out as soon as you’re in hearing distance. 

You stagger to a stop, look at him with a raised eyebrow, ‘yea well,’ you shrug, ‘I have a million last-minute things to look at.’

He knows it’s literally your job but in this moment, all he wants is for you to sit next to him (better yet, for you to sit in his lap) and just talk to him. About anything and everything. But then a small smile blooms on your face and his heart skips a beat. 

‘Your tie is so wonky,’ you chuckle a bit and gesture for him to stand up. 

It’s become a bit of a habit for him now, wearing his tie off by just the slightest. It happened a few months ago on accident when he was rushing but then he saw how it irked you and how you were dying to fix it. How close you both stood while your fingers worked deftly at the knot. He remembers jokingly thinking about how he adores you even with your hands around his neck. 

And now he does it on purpose, wears his tie just crooked enough to irk you so you would come over and fix it for him. But he has to be careful not to do it every time. And on days he ties a perfect knot, he constantly dreams about your soft hands gently undoing it.

‘Oh, so you know all about ties now?’ he teases, trying to compensate for how breathless he feels. A faint scent of jasmine washes over him, your shampoo or your body lotion, he doesn’t know but his mind has started associating the scent with you and you alone. 

‘Do you want me to fix it or not?’ you challenge and he nods so fast that he’s sure he looks unhinged. 

He worries a bit that he’s teased at the wrong time. You were clearly running around, busy with other things backstage and now he’s sprung an additional task on you. He’s worried that he’s come across as a petulant rockstar who needs assistance for as simple a task as this. 

‘I should be charging you for this,’ you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling and his brain short circuits. 

For one, you’ve just teased back and now all he can think about is biting your lip while holding you in his arms. 

The height difference between you means that every time you look up at him, it’s through your eyelashes. His lips part slightly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. And he can’t; he can’t just go around burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply. So he has to collect little bits and pieces of you whenever he can and store them like stolen candy. 

‘There,’ you say, once you’re done and give him a little pat on his chest, ‘now you look all handsome again.’

Him. Handsome. You think he looks handsome. And he’s sure he has the stupidest, silliest grin on his face.

‘Oh god, don’t smile at me like that,’ you blurt out. It’s rushed, almost a whisper, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud but your eyes widen. And your cheeks turn pink in an instant. 

‘Why?’ he feigns arrogance, Matty Healy seamlessly slipping into truman black, ‘does my devastatingly handsome smile make you go crazy?’

You roll your eyes but don’t take a step back, you don’t even move your hands from his chest. Which is a bit of a problem because his heart is racing. 

‘You okay?’ you ask and he watches your brows furrow in concern. You're definitely onto him.  

Shit. Shit. Shit. He has to think on his feet and the only thing he can’t do right now is focus! 

‘Just nervous about the show?’ 

It comes out more like a question, and he wants to kick himself for telling such an obvious lie. You know he has played here like four times before. You know he has everything rehearsed and ready to go and whatever amount of nerves he might feel, they’re nowhere near enough to make his heart pound like this. 

You give him a sceptical look and open your mouth, about to say something but someone calls your name. Both your gazes snap to see another person on the staff, clipboard in hand, feet tapping impatiently. Matty feels an instant annoyance because how dare they look at you with anything but adoration but then his gaze snaps back to you. 

‘I gotta go,’ you give him a small apologetic smile, ‘but good luck out there, you’ll be fantastic.’ Before he knows what’s happening, you stand on your toes and press a tiny kiss on his cheek. And just like, you’re gone, running around the set once again. 

In a daze, his fingers come up to lightly touch his cheek. Multiple neurons in his body are misfiring and he feels a bit like he’s about to fall off a cliff. 

He wonders if he should follow you and kiss you hard enough that he will taste you for days. He wonders if you taste like the cherry lip gloss you use. Then he worries that you’re just a friendly, affectionate person. And finally, he burns with envy that someone out there might be getting a real, proper good-luck kiss from you. 

‘Alright, mate?’ Ross appears, finally back from his cigarette break and Matty has to stop himself from unloading everything on him. He just sticks to nodding absentmindedly and clears his throat.

It’s ten minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

And now all he can think about is crooked ties and cherry-flavoured lips. 

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(yes, i put another lyrical reference in there. are we surprised?)

[wanderingandfound]

I am full of so many little aches and pains right now, even ignoring the big, disabling back pain. Potentially TMI under the cut.

Wonder if this sore throat of over a week now (last Monday) is from dry-swallowing so many pills. Like, it's pretty bad this morning and I didn't even use my BiPAP so it's not from my mouth being open while I sleep. (Also before I could breathe through my nose I had that sore throat every morning, and it would go away after a few hours.)

Also, even though I've only been taking my prescription NSAID with food (although wjen I had COVID in December I did not take the ibuprofen with food) I think I've given myself an ulcer. My physical therapy doesn't start for over another week, so I really don't know what to do.

Also, my toe nail finally fell off on Saturday but the new growth only covers like a third, and the broken growth only covers like another third, so I've been using bandages to keep the old nail on but it's hurting again so maybe this is a mistake.

Additionally, I lost my biteguard when I had COVID and have not been able to find it (I'm guessing it's either under my bed or in a haze I took it downstairs in which case who knows). I was kinda hoping maybe my teeth would regrow and align themselves so my bite would go back to being as naturally perfect as it was my entire life before this whole biteguard saga begun. But no. In fact they've seem to have gotten worse. And I know my teeth grinding has gotten worse because every morning I wake up with my teeth and jaw aching, and I didn't used to grind my teeth thay badly.

And to top it all off, now that I'm back at work I'm back to washing my hands and then immediately exiting the building into the cold winter four times a day, so the skin on my hands are starting to crack and that hurts too. I need to get some more lotion because there's still multiple months of cold weather ahead. But also I hate the feeling of lotion.

I've been staying up too late for no good reason at all which means for hours at night my eyes and the head behind my eyes both ache. But that hadn't been enough to get me to put down the phone and laptop and go the fuck to sleep.

And of course, spending all my off-days stuck in bed leads to so many little aches and pains throughout my body. But if I move my back tries to murder me. I hate this I hate this I hate this.

[clearmentalitykryptonite]

Remember when my mascara caused Emma's eye to swell. You got defensive (it wasn't you) right?!? But it smelled of gas. When the hot water was "shut off" but it wasn't you and I asked how is the bathroom hot. You refused to tell me but I figured it out. (YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE) That in fact was you no denying it. When the internet was cut off multiple times and you did that look of I'm innocent I dare you to accuse me and kept asking me if I want them to come switch out the box trying to make me feel like I was being stalked and unsafe. What about when you drugged my honey peanut butter then our son comes and tells me not to drink that so I don't die (he was cring and terrified) and the smirk on your face as you trail behind him to watch how I react. Then you can play "innocent". The time we had dinner and you drugged my food and then I went to er finally because my kidneys were hurting. I was there all night, getting skipped over just hoping the blood work would say something my eyes were literally yellow and blood shot. But they said everything was fine and sent me home. I told them I thought I had a kidney infection because I was so damn trauma bonded and scared. How before that you always said I'm not poisoning you and I always said drugged me and you laughed at me and said same thing. How you would leave the meat out and it would rotten and you'd be like oh thought you couldn't smell it. How you got exfoliating honey handsoap and made it seem like you did something to the lotion and caused my hands to crack and bleed. How you put something the the shampoo to make my hair fallout. How I'm assuming your mom paid someone to put sleeping stuff in the kids icecream and (possibly) the whole chucky cheese incident. How your mom bullied me and would talk shit to anyone who would listen. Make it seem like I'm being followed and stalked. (She likes the numbers) 3 especially which is Your FUCKING BIRTHDAY. Me saying mind your business because I remember how she was with the Stef incident and wasn't sure who to trust. The first time we broke up (according to you a break) I kissed someone. You were abusive and controlling and i was mad and fell for any comfort. The second time (I) broke up with you, you begged me to tell your mom that it was so I could date girls and find out if this is what I wanted but it was you being controlling and abusive and throwing me down and refusing to let me go and threating to kill yourself. Right after the car accident I broke up with my boyfriend. While on pain medication the day after the accident on was on the floor and you were telling me how you were there and he wasnt and you could treat me better and you stood above me as I ended it with him. Look how well that turned out. The third time well, the third and final time there is a whole police report about that. I loved you I truly did. I'm just thankful I had friends who helped through all of this and MORE and they probably don't even know it. Since I have been scared and isolating myself because of you and probably most likely your family. (You know telling me how your dad said does he have to send his people). A THREAT LIKE IM THE FUCKING PROBLEM! I wasnt going to saying anything and let it go but you guys just like to tell your side. Like I haven't been though enough. I'm done protecting people who wouldn't do the same for me. I'm important too. It's time I realize that. What goes around comes around. Good luck with your karma.

[xerserise]

Stuff That Helps Me (And Why)

The first in a continuing(?) series of posts where I write about something in my life that is useful, and why I find it useful.

This is a cheap expandable tension rod with curtain hangars (they pinch the fabric when closed and open while you squeeze the ring), which I have put up above my kitchen double sink. It gives me a place to hang sponges and dish towels, to drip dry over the sink. The other things in this image that I will be discussing are the disposable gloves (non-latex) and the light above the sink.

Tension Rod. Honestly, it wasn't the 'keep the dish cleaning supplies out of the sink where water and gunk sit for days on end' that made me do this. It was to be an externalized aspect of my working memory (which doesn't hang on to very much at once, most of the time). I had the tension rod (because I save potentially useful stuff) and was trying to figure out what to do with it (because I brought it with me in the move, and months later had been distracted by it when I was trying to unpack something, probably). Walked into the kitchen with it and realized it could go between the cupboards on either side of the sink... AT EYE HEIGHT. I could put my gloves and rag at eye height (standing). And that was a good decision. The bar is a tidier 'unit' of space than the sink and dishes area, and doesn't change drastically. It's a simple visual reminder that also contains the tools for the task, ready to use, in a predictable location that sinks into muscle memory quickly.

The Over-Sink Light. I get distracted by stuff I see. Stuff that is well lit is easier to get distracted by because more detail is visually available. Turning off the kitchen light and turning on the sink light creates a focal point, like a spotlight on a stage. It both enhances what is being looked at and, if there is sufficient contrast between it and a dimmer illumination of the whole room, peripheralizes everything else (from the viewpoint of 'sitting at the sink'). I will turn it on as a reminder to do dishes later, or keep it on if there's a period of time I'm trying to deal with a buildup (or because I forget to turn it off—when I first started, it was on all the time. it's only lately that I've been switching the light switch).

Disposable Medical-Type Gloves. I might be able to find dishwashing gloves that fit me, but these work well enough. I have multiple reasons that my brains goes 'ew' at dish gloves—from the condition I most often saw them in, to the fact that they never fit me. I am sure that I could find some in my size and replace them regularly(ish), but... I don't wanna. I also don't like getting my hands all pruny or the aftermath of them drying out. And I don't like lotions. So... Fits-Me sized gloves, wear a few times and dispose of. I can also use them for kitchen prep, often using my 'old' dishwashing ones one last time for food prep before getting rid of them. Important note: if using hot water or worn for an extended period, I will toss the gloves after, rinse my hands with cold water, and (maybe) use a moisturizer. The hand dryness that I prevent by wearing the gloves isn't prevented if I keep sticking my fingers into airtight gloves with salty sweat. When I'm keeping up with the dishes, I'll often not bother with the gloves, since I won't be running the water very long, Also helps if I can get myself to do dishes right after a shower, when my hands are already adapted to the feeling of being wet. I go through two to eight pairs a months, probably.

Not Pictured: "Doctor's Stool" and bus tub, which will be talked about one of the next times (if I manage to make more of these).

[lemondropdancer]

Grounding Techniques

Mental Distraction Techniques

Pick a category of objects and try to think of as many objects as possible that fit within that category (e.g., types of dogs, cities, types of trees, crayon colors, sports)

Pick a letter and think of emotionally positive or neutral words that begin with that letter

Pick a color and look for things of that color. Notice differences in their exact shades

Say or think the alphabet backwards or alternate letters and numbers (A1, B2, C3, D4, etc)

Count backwards from 100 by 3s, 6s, or 7s or count up by prime numbers or perfect squares

Play "fizz-buzz" with yourself. Begin counting to 100 (or over!), but replace any number that contains the number 5 or is a multiple of 5 with the word "fizz" and any number that contains the number 7 or is a multiple of 7 with the word "buzz." For example, 1-15 would be "1, 2, 3, 4, fizz, 6, buzz, 8, 9, fizz, 11, 12, 13, buzz, fizz." When you mess up, compliment yourself and start over

Think of the words to your favorite song or poem or think of facts related to a specific theme

Pick a word or your name and see how many other words you can make from the letters in it

Describe an every day event or process in great detail, listing all of the steps in order and as thoroughly as possible (e.g., how to cook a meal, how to get from your house to your place of work or school, how to do your favorite dance)

Read something technical or meant for children or read words backwards to focus on the process of reading and not the words

Watch a children's television show or movie or watch cute or funny videos on Youtube; it might help to have a playlist already prepared for this

Look at a current news article that is not likely to be upsetting or distressing

Distract yourself with Tetris, Solitaire, Sudoku, word searches, or other puzzle games

Reorientation Techniques

Say or think to yourself: "My name is _________. I am safe right now. I am _____ years old. I am currently at _____________. The date is _____________. If I need help, I am with ________/can call _________. Everything is going to be alright."

List reaffirming statements ("I am fine. Everything is going to be okay. I am strong. I can handle this.")

Ask yourself where you are, what day of the week it is, what day of the month it is, what month it is, what year it is, what season it is, how old you are, and other present-focused questions

Notice things in your surroundings that indicate to you that you're safe or that you're in the present (e.g., locks on your door, electronics that didn't exist when you were younger, the presence of trusted people, a phone so that you can call for help if you need it)

Describe your surroundings in detail, including sights (objects, textures, shapes, colors), sounds, smells, and temperature

Name five things that you see, four that you feel, three that you hear, and two that you smell or taste, and then name one good thing that you like about yourself

Pick four or five brightly colored objects that are easily visible and move your focus between them. Be sure to vary the order of your gaze and concentrate briefly on each one before moving to the next

Think about a fun time that you recently had with a friend or call that friend and ask them to talk about it with you

Sensory-Based Grounding Techniques

Run cool or warm (but not too cold or hot) water over your hands or take a cool or warm bath or shower

Spritz your face (with eyes closed), neck, arms, and hands with a fine water mist

Spray yourself with your favorite perfume and focus on the scent

Feel the weight of your body in your chair or on the floor and the weight of your clothing on your skin

Touch and hold objects around you. Compare the feel, weight, temperature, textures, colors, and materials

Keep a small object with you to touch or play with when you get triggered. Good examples include a smooth stone, a fidget toy, jewelry, or a tiny plushy

Bite into a lemon, orange, or lime, suck on a sour or minty candy or an ice cube, chew cinnamon-flavored gum, or put a few drops of Tabasco sauce on your tongue. Notice the flavor, scent, and texture

Eat something or drink warm tea, coffee, or hot chocolate, and describe to yourself the taste and texture in great detail

Place a cool wash cloth on your face or hold something cold like a can of soda

Listen to soothing or familiar music. If possible, dance to it

Hum, sing, recite poetry, or make up a silly poem or story as you go

Pick up a book and read the first paragraph out loud

Hug another person (if interpersonal touch isn't a trigger). Pay attention to your own pressure and the physical sensations of doing so

Hug a tree! Register the smells of being outside, the wind, and the sights around you

Movement-Based Grounding Techniques

Breathe deeply and slowly and count your breaths

Grab tightly onto your chair or press your feet against the ground as firmly as you can

Rub your palms and clap your hands or wiggle your toes within your socks. Pay attention to the physical sensation of doing so

Stretch out your arms or legs, roll your head on your neck, or clench and unclench your fists

Stomp your feet, walk around, run, jump, ride a bike, do jumping jacks, or do yoga

While walking, notice each footstep and say to yourself "right" and "left" to correspond with the foot currently moving

Squeeze a pillow, stuffed animal, or ball

If you have a soft pet (dog or cat), brush its fur and stroke it. If you don't, brush your own hair slowly and without pulling too much

Color in an adult coloring book, finger paint, or draw anything that comes to mind without worrying about quality

Write whatever comes to mind even if it's nonsense. Try not to write about whatever is upsetting you until you're more capable of doing so without increasing the upset

Write a list of things that make you happy or look for cheerful pictures to make into a collage

Pop bubble wrap or blow and pop actual bubbles

Dig in the dirt or garden, jump on a pile of leaves, or splash around in puddles or mud

Rip up paper or stomp on aluminum cans to crush them

Imagery Techniques

Picture yourself breathing in relaxation, calm, positive feelings, or strength. Picture yourself breathing out whatever is upsetting you. It may help to pair this with imagery of breathing in soothing colors (usually blue, purple, or green) and out more intense colors (usually red or black)

If you need to relax, envision a soothing white or golden light slowly moving up your body, warming and relaxing every part of you that it touches. You can also think of it as protecting you from negativity or from harm

If the problem is intense or uncomfortable emotions, physical sensations, or memories, picture them being surrounded and neutralized by a bright and healing light, temporarily placed in a mental box to be stored for later, or dialed back by an internal controller of intensity

If you have a clear mental picture of what's upsetting you, mentally change it to something silly or harmless. If you're a fan of Harry Potter, cast a mental "riddikulus" to banish the negativity

Picture yourself calm, focused, and able to tackle whatever problems you're facing. Focus on how that would feel in the moment. What would your expression and posture be like? Make whatever changes you need to in order to make your reality reflect your goal

How to Make a Grounding Box

Get a box or basket

Personalize and decorate it with construction paper, wrapping paper, ribbon, stickers, drawings, paint, photographs, glitter, sequins, or anything else that you like

Keep within it:

A list of grounding techniques that you know work for you

A list of positive affirmations and happy memories

A list of the contact information of trusted friends or family who are willing to help and support you

Small sensory objects such as: scented candles, perfumes, or lotions; hard candies or gum; soft fabrics, a stress ball, a stuffed animal, or a fidget toy; happy pictures of you with friends; a CD with relaxing music or meditation tracks. Try to cover all of the senses

A list of possible distractions such as books to read or movies to watch

Small portable distractions such as a pack of playing cards, a small game, or a joke book

A list of comforting things to do such as taking a bubble bath, snuggling up in bed, or meditating

A small journal or notebook

In the Case of a Flashback

Tell yourself that you are having a flashback and are safe now

Remind yourself that the worst is over, and you survived it. What you're feeling now is just a reminder of that trauma and does not fit the present moment

Remind yourself of when and where you are, who you're currently with, and who you can contact if you need help (use the reorientation-focused grounding techniques)

Breathe deeply and slowly. Count your breathes and make sure that you're getting enough air

Use other mental, sensory, movement, and imagery techniques in order to distract yourself, calm yourself, and reorient yourself within the present

If possible or necessary, go somewhere where you can be alone or with a close friend, where you will feel safe, or where you feel protected or shielded

If there is anyone who you can trust or who will support you, reach out to them, let them know what happened, and let them know what you need, what would be best for you, or what they could do to help

Be gentle with yourself and take the time to really recover. If what helps you to recover is to color, take a bubble bath, hug a stuffed animal, or watch a children's movie and if it would not be disruptive to do such things at that point in time, embrace those options whole-heartedly

If possible, note or write down what triggered the flashback, what techniques you tried to use to disrupt the flashback, and what techniques helped

[kookieswan]

Nocturne of Waves - Interlude II

SeaCreature!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader (f)

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Sea Creature AU, Mermaid AU, Fluff 🌸

Summary: Ever curious, Yoongi crashes your little spa session ✨

Notes: For all of my amazing followers who have inspired me to write more for NoW over the past few days ❤️🌸 Also, this takes place after Part IV!

Find the NoW Masterlist here!

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“What are you doing? Jimin has possibly died on the couch but I do not care enough to check.” Pausing, you watch as the door to your bathroom swings open the rest of the way, black tentacles dragging Yoongi into the room. He settles himself in the bathtub, mostly because she has no where else to go, likely hating every second of it but choosing not to complain. You’re glad.

It’s relatively late already, Jimin having passed out on your couch after watching a terrible movie and drinking an obscene amount of wine with you. You had left him with a blanket draped over his form, a light kiss on his cheek and a hiss from Yoongi. Something tells you this I’m won’t be a one time thing.

“Putting on a face mask. It’ll moisturize my skin so it doesn’t get dry and get rid of impurities. It’s clear and sparkly mostly for the aesthetic purposes.” You explain automatically, used to the fact that Yoongi doesn’t have nearly as much information on the human world as you do. Turning back to the sink, you wash off the remaining substance from the sparkly mask you had applied. Yoongi shifts in the tub, long finger poking at your pink loofah like it offends him.

“I see… You have many of these things…” Tentacles slither past you into the counter, trying their best to be careful to some extent, but knocking over anything that belongs to Jimin. The sea dweller picks up multiple products that you’ve bought over time, bringing them back to where he lays in the tub. He stares at the packages, eyes blinking owlishly as he tries to figure out what they’re for. The cute teddy bear on the front of one really gives no clues.

Getting an idea, you grab one of your favorite lotions and settle yourself on the side of the tub, causing your shirts to rise up a bit. Yoongi watches curiously as you pump some of the lotion on your hands and bring them to one of his tentacles. The man stays quiet, watching as you slather the white liquid over some of his old wounds. It’s curious how trusting he is with you, and yet…

“Here, this might help soften up some of the skin around your scaring.” Rubbing it as much as you can, you allow him to replace the tentacle with a new one after a bit. As casually as you grabbed his tentacles. There’s suddenly a wet hand on the side of your thigh. Trying not to stiffen too much, you suppress a shiver as he runs a cold hand over he skin there. It should be concerning how nice his hands feel on you.

“If it makes you soft. It should make me soft too. It only makes sense.” The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, which grows a little larger as he brings one of his tentacles closer to his face, some of the suckers sticking to the wall. It’s hard not to giggle as he sniffs himself, eyes lighting up slightly in recognition.

“It smells like you, not your real scent but what lies on top.” Nodding, you continue to rub in the lotion as he hums quietly, the soft purring sound sibling out of his chest. It seems to be seeping into his tentacles well enough, and the area does seem slightly softer than before.

“It’s the lotion I usually use, it’s rosewater scented. Maybe it’ll prevent more cracking on your tentacles too, though I’m still not sure how your body differs from mine.” His tentacles whip out, not harshly, it’s almost as if they’re excited. You try to look into his eyes again to question the behavior, but he hides behind his hair, voice quiet.

“… It feels nice. Thank you.” A grin comes to your face, glad to be able to help him out if only a little. Most of his cuts seem to be healed at this point, but that doesn’t mean you can’t pamper him a little bit. Continuing to switch between tentacles, you almost miss the way his pale eyes peer at you through the inky strands of his hair, all curiosity turned on you now.

“Yes Yoongi?” He shifts forward quickly, startling you enough to make you slip forward toward the water in the tub. Yoongi catches you though, one hand braced against your shoulder, the other coming toward your face. The touch is soft and pure intentioned, everything his appearance screams he isn’t.

“You have something… There.” Webbed fingers brush against the side of your neck, close to your jawline. It’s then you realize that some of the mask must have been forgotten there. He uses a nail to gently scrape it away, eyes trained on your every movement as your breathing quickens ever so slightly, the same as your heartbeat. He uses the opportunity and leans in, brushing his nose against your neck as he exhales, voice coming out slightly raspy.

“Your skin feels warmer than usual. Are you alright treasure?” The statement snaps you out of it, voice cracking as you try to come up with an excuse, but nothing really does. Treasure? That’s new… Scrambling to stand up, you clear your throat, knowing the mask isn’t doing much to hide how flustered you’re really feeling. Stupid fish man and his stupid deep voice.

Leave it to you to be attracted to a literal sea creature. A sea creature who eats people for food and may or may not want to kill your best friend. Gracing a towel, you try to seem as nonchalant as possible as your turn on the sink. It’s going to be another long night…

“Y-yes! I’m fine. Let me wash this off and then we can go to bed for the night.”

[jt-artsandfics]

Jealous and protective pt3.

This one's gonna be a lot longer then normal just becuase it has alot more charcaters but since Bi-han already has his own with this I'm leaving him out of this lot. (As much a it pains me) I'm keeping these all with the gender neutral them becuase I find it easier writing that in a whole unless someone partially ask for a set gender. So without further delay enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, curssing, gore (it's mortal kombat), nsfw hinted in some spots, Sex. Talk of sexual harassment.

Rain- Jealous and protective

-Rain despite what he believes, he is a very jealous man. Not to mention he is very over protective borderline possessive.

-He as killed people for the fact he does not like them nesr you and has made it clear on multiple occasions to others. But Rain can be quite sweet when alone.

- he may be egotistic but he also has a soft spot of his S/o.

-He loves showing his partner off but at the same time wants no one to know about them. It was very much a learning curve with his S/o very different cultures, life experiences and such.

-This man hasn't had the best experience with lovers, has been turned down on multiple occasions.

-So once he has you, your gonna have a hard time getting him to let go of you.

-this man gets it many fight becuase of you.

-does not like other Kombations being near you, and has made it very clear to everyone to stay away from what is his.

- for someone known for being a traitor he's loyal as fuck to you as long as you do not betray him.

- man radiates bratty bottom energy an the knows he does.

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" Hello my treasure" Rain whispers as he pulls his lover into his embrace. They smile lightly as he rest his head in the crock of their neck.

"Hello my Prince, where have you been off too?" They ask lightly running their hands up to his masked face and slowly remove it. He smiles lightly as his lover runs their hand over a bruise in the side of Rain's face.

"Babe did you get into another fight?" He lets out a huffed breath while trying to look away from his lover only to have them grab his face and force him to look back at them.

"Rain baby, look at me" they say softly as his eyes flick to then. They smile lightly at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. He hums in contentment arms snaking around his lover. His lover pulls away gentle running their hand up to pull away the rest of his head gear.

"So.. who pissed you off and how badly do They look now?" They ask lightly making him laugh gently. His S/o runs their hands thought his hair pulling at the soft strands

"I discarded his body, you will not find anything left of that wretched man." He huffs pulling them closer as he holds them.

"Now what did he do to piss you off so badly Rain?" They ask pulling him in for another kiss. He hums lightly once again enjoying having ha I lover in his arms and indulging in the moment.

" he called you my Whore, and he bragged about how he could make you scream, as you can guess. I did not take kindly to that" it's quite between them again as she sighs into their shoulder.

"I do not enjoy degenerates who do not know their places, they will learn to respect you or end up dead" he said moving away and grabbing his lovers hand. They walk thought the quite corridors together.

"Rain, thank you. I know you might not understand it from my side but thank you for telling me. I know I'm not the easiest to love and I know you are trying your best too. So knowing that you're willing defend me over something like that, it.. it means alot to me" They say to their lover. Rains eyes flick over to his treasure. Pride filling him.

"No one gets to touch you, you are mine. To love to make scream and to claim" he can see their face go bright red at his comment.

"Love you too my Prince"

Johnny Cage - jealous and protective

Younger Johnny is alot more jealous then older Johnny. But older Johnny is more protective.

Young Johnny- this man could rival Rain with his Ego. He gets jealous when people take your attention away from him.

-He is kinda an attention whore.

-he likes making sure people know you are his weather that be thought leaving marks on you, giving you gifts or always hanging off you.

-he's very hyper, he does calm down as he gets older but this man is very energetic and wants to fight any and everyone who flirts with you.

- man radiates the " I'm a kick your ass becuase I want to show off and so they can stare at my ass"

Older Johnny - older Johnny has alot more life experience, he doesn't get jealous as easy as he used to but he is very protective.

-Man's a Dilf he's knows what he wants and knows how to make people back off and leave you alone.

-will wrap a protective arm around you, place a kiss on your cheek and as you if this guy is annoying you.

-unlike his younger self he radiates "if you hurt my S/o I'm going to deck you into next Tuesday"

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Young Johnny

"Johnny!, Johnny are you ok?" The man looks up and smiles his face bloody. He pulls them into a hug kissing their forehead as he stands victorious.

"You know you don't have to fight every person who talks to me babe" they sighs wrapping their arms around his shoulders. Johnny laughs lightly as he picks his partner up and heads for their seats.

"Baby!, that guy slapped your ass what else what's I suppose to do, stand back smile and wave?" His lover gives him a worried smile. He leans down to kiss them into for them to push him away a little.

"Nuh uh your lip is busted you have a black eye, before anything, I am patching you up you gonk." They say to him as the pull out a handkerchief and begin to wipe the blood off his face.

"You know one to these days Johnny your gonna get into a fight that your not gonna win, and I'm gonna have to pick you broken and blooded body up and put you back together" they sigh givign him a quick peck on the lips. Johnny smiles brightly pulling them closer and deepening the kiss.

"Well as long as I have you to put me back together sweetheart then I'll happily enjoy every moment of it" he says which earns him a punch to the shoulder from his s/o

"Hey what was that for!" "Becuase your an idiot, but I guess your my idiot huh?" Johnny gives a lopsided smile to his lover pressing another kiss to thier lips.

"My hero huh?" He asks earning a snort from his lover before they cover their mouth.

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Older Johnny

Music plays in the background of the little area that had been converted into an office for Johnny. Both himself and his S/o are working away filling out reports and fixing up files for his daughter.

"Baby do you have those report for me?" Johnny ask turning around to face his S/o. A small smirk crosses his lips as he sees them bent over a desk digging thought some boxes. He gets up quietly making his way over to them.

" already on your desk hun, along with the incident report from yesterday" they call back to him. They only forward feeling a set of hands grip their hips.

"Hum.. well I see another incident report coming up soon" he chuckles pulling them closer as the stand back up.

"Oh well you, get to do the paperwork this time babe" they say giving him a kiss on the cheek as they continue working thought files.

Johnny pulls them away front he table gentle and spins them around to the music softly dancing and swaying hips.

"Johnny, holding out on the good moves are we?" They ask with a chuckle pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He picks them up and sits them against the table hands roaming lightly.

" Yo!, I didn't know older me was getting it on with that hottie!" A very familiar voice calls out front he door way making both johnny and I groan.

"Kid you have five second to get the fuck out or I'm decking you into next tuesday" he says turning around and giving his younger self a death glare of a life time. His younger self take the hint and disappears but can be heard in the distant going off about it.

"God i hate him, he so insuffable" Johnny grumbles earning him a laugh from his partner. "Is that jealous I hear baby, do you miss your golden days?" His lover says trying to get under his skin.

"Not a chance, besides I doubt he'd be able to keep up with you" he chuckles. "Well I do have to say younger you is very much a brat. Glad to see you aged like fine wine" they reply pressing another kiss to his lips.

"Keep that up baby and I'll be railing you into tomorrow, this old man still have some life in him" he jokes earning him a look from his lover.

"Bring it on then hot stuff"

Kabal- Jealous and protective.

- kabal gets jealous when people over step their boundaries when it comes to his lover.

- he doesn't take shit from any one who wants to try and flaunt their good looks. He knows he looks like shit but he'll be damned if someone takes the one good thing he still has.

- he loves showing his S/o off. And spoiling them, but some people (Kano) decided to make cracks about it and he loses his shit at them.

- he loves cuddling with his partner to make sure they are safe.

- he hates having to leave for missions becuase he worries about them.

-has and will beat the shit out people who don't back down from flirting with is S/o even after they have stated they are claimed.

-been in to many brawls with Kano over the mans foul mouth when around his partner.

-sweet beef jerky man. You look after him and help him with things and he's gonna be puddy in you hands.

- please give him love man's been thought alot.

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"Sweetheart! Have yo uy seen my moisturiser?, I'm starting to flake again and it ain't pretty" Kabal yells our from the bedroom. His s/o quietly makes their way to the door way.

"Big box on the top shelf has a collection of them in it, I got a whole lot for you when I was shopping so we don't have another accident" they say walking up behind him and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"What would I do without you" he says leaning back into them lightly. They laugh lightly pressing a kiss to his neck and pulling away.

"Trip crash and burn, no pun intended baby. But that's mostly how it would go" they chuckle. He shakes his head and heads to the shelve with the box of lotions, moisturizers and pretty much any available skin care thing in it.

"Would you mind doing my back while I get what I can reach?" He ask lightly even tho he knows they would never pass down the opportunity to touch him. He strips off his shirt leaving on only what was necessary of his gear.

His s/o hovers over his back gently pouring moisturiser onto his back and lathering it up. Kabal sighs feeling his lovers hands gentle run over his back pressing into sore spots and flakey areas.

"Hey babe, I have some of the guys coming around tonight, just let me know if any of the bastards step out of line ok?" He ask looking over his shoulder to them.

"Ok baby, I'll let you know if I need you to knock Kano out again" this makes Kabal laugh as his lover continues to take care of his back.

After finishing up on his shoulders and back Label roles over onto so that he can face his lover. "Gods I love you, you know that" he says pulling them down to lay on his chest.

"Baby let me finish doing you moisturiser then you can cuddle ok" they say beginning to repeat the process again.

"Kabal you Cunt!, where you at?" Kano yells put from the kitchen before malign his way to the bed room to find Kabal laying down with his S/o on top of him. Kano leans against the wall taking a mouthful of beer before staring them down again.

"Your beers shit, get something decent like fucking XXXX gold or Iorn Jack becuase ethos is like drinking piss" Kano huffs as he finishes the bottle.

"Good to see you too Kano, you only one here so far?" Kabal as he sits up. His S/o moves from his lap and gives Kano a small wave.

"Hi Kano" "hey love, and yea only me here so far other fucks are probably pissed out of their guys, might show don't know wirh them fellas" Kano replys before heading back to the kitchen.

Kabal throws on a shirt and he and his S/o make their way to he kitchen to find Kano making himself at home.

"So you gonna break anyone else arm tonight becuase boys and I have bets it being Wade who has a go at em" Kano says, he opens another beer and puts his feet up on the table.

"Kano, feet off table. And if he decided he's gonna try it he's gonna get broken. Y/n is already aware" he explains earning a smile from his S/o.

"My bets on James, man's been getting hands. Remember Kano if he has a go and I break his nose you'll owe me" Y/n says wirh a bright smile.

"Hahah Kabal you got yourself one of a kind"

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Hasashi Hanzo- Jealous and protective.

-when Hanzo gets jealous a part of scorpion shows it's head. He's death glare is a killer.

- he tends to distance himself more becuase he does not wish to hurt his S/o

-other times he with become clingy becuase he just want to be close, he wants to tryvand prove to Himself that he is aloud to be happy again.

-his jealous stems from a few things but mainly his own thought. Nightmares and dreams cause him the most pain with it.

-and after all who wants to try and hit on Scorpions S/o other then Johnny. (Man ahs no care for his life)

-very beefy and warm man, needs a good hug and to be told he's doing well. He just wants someone to tell him he's doing great.

- man's a grumble blanket, his glare tells people to fuck off as it is. And not only that it's very well known that you are the partner of the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu.

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Hanzo's brow twitches as sweat roles down his face as he sleeps. Eyes flickering under his lids as he fights in his sleep. His S/o peacefully asleep beside him as he fights his dreams.

The room begins to heat up more then normal. Blankets scatter as Hanzo shoots ups his eyes glazed.

"You will not touch them!" He yells. His s/o shoots up blanket throw off them as they look to their lover.

"Hanzo!, baby, hey it's just a dream your ok" they say moving to him. His head shoots to them. His glazed eyes focused on them.

" Scorpion?, scorpion I need you to let Hanzo come back to me ok?" Their voice is gentle as they place their hands on his chest.

"I can not, you will get hurt, we must protect you" he says voice filled with pain as he continues to scan the room.

"Babe, we are in the fire gardens, in your room. Come back to me honey. What are five things you see?" They ask, scorpion twitches under their touch.

"I see you, Satoshi's baby blanket, the walls, our blankets, Harumi's orchid" he says as he pulls them closer his lover rest against his chest and his eyes fade back into the sweet chocolate brown.

"Now handsome four things you can hear" they say kissing thier lover softly. " I can hear cicadas, your voice, the wind and my heartbeat" he whispers. His lover runs thier hands thought his hair untangling small knots and curls in his hair.

"Now three things you can feel baby" they whisper to him as he pulls his lover to lay on his chest as he falls back onto the bed.

"Your lips, your heartbeat, your skin" he says curling up around his lover. "Baby, talk to me are you ok?" They ask kissing Hanzo softly on the cheeks and then his lips.

"Forgive my sweet love, I did not mean to scare you." He replys, they move to lay on top of Hanzo straddling him. "Hanzo, baby you don't very have to apologise for something like that, understand. You have been thought so much and I am never going to hold that against you. They are both quite for a moment.

"My dream, you were taken from me, forced to love another. I became jealous that someone had taken you from me, I let scorpion take over. But no matter how close I came to you I could never reach you" Y/n can see the tears shimmer in his eyes.

"Its ok hun, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here with you. And I know you will fuck up anyone who tries to take me from you." They smile pressing their lips to his. Both humming in contentment.

"Let's go back to sleep baby, I'll keep away your demons" they whisper as he rest his head against their chest.

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Kuai Laing- Jealous and protective.

- Kuai out of the lot is a lot more closed off to jealous, he does experience it but stays quite about to msot times.

- he becomes very cuddly for the fact he doesn't wish to lose his lover.

- man can be scary when needed.

- he really is the definition of a polar bear. Cute cuddle but also ready to rip someone's face off if they hurt his family.

- kinda man who is really shy in person but is a monster in bed.

-him being jealous transfers to that he may not say it with words but his actions speak very loud.

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"Kuai, I've been looking for you" the cryomancer peaks up hearing his lovers voice. He turns to see them walking towards him. He's smiles lightly patting the spot beside him.

"Forgive me I've been meditating most of this morning" he says lightly. His lover moves to sit close to him, they place themself in his lap and wrap their arms around his shoulders.

"Now a little bird told me that you might be feeling down, am I correct?" Kuai smiles shaking his head.

"My live I have you now why would I be feeling down about the most precious thing I love" he says pulling them a little closer.

"Hmmm... well then I believe your shadow of a brother has been spreading rumours babe, sad you were a little jealous of him being back" at that Kuai sighs leaning his forehead against his lovers.

"I do not knwo why he spread rumours, I am quite happy to have him back, I do not particularly like the way he 'whores' himself out" the cryomancer replys earning him a small giggle.

"Has he tried to make a move on you?" It hurt him to ask, he didn't believe his beloved would go for his brother after choosing him for his personality and enjoying his company but he still wished to be sure.

"He's made a few.. comments but no hasn't tried to get in with me baby, besides I happen to enjoy my cryomancers shy, easy to rile up and a sweet kisser" they remark leaning down to pull him into a kiss. He returns it before pulling away.

"As much as. Would love for this to continue beloved, I do have work that had to be done." He sighs.

"I'll see you tonight them my handsome, strapping and gorgeous man" they say giving him one last kiss before disappearing.

"Bi-han we need to have a word"

[professionalsimpfor2dboys]

“Scenting” Obey Me Fluff (slightly sexual)

All demon brothers x Female! MC

Introduction: when in Devildom, MC always knew demons were very different from her human self but she never knew they did something called “scenting” until some random demons did it to her, ensuing a very possessive & peeved off demon brothers

MC sat at her desk as she normally would but quieter than usual, compared to her other classes she’d be surrounded by her demons but this was the only class that she had none of them in. Sighing out of boredom, she hunched over her desk as she waited for the bell to ring but was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She looked up to meet black eyes that belonged to one of the many demon classmates she had grown used to ignoring.

“Hah! I told you! She finally noticed me!” He cheered cockily at his friends that stood alongside him, each very different from the other. “Jeez, I almost gave up on getting your attention, human,” he winked flirtatiously, which MC just blinked at in an oblivious manner.

“Hey! Just because she noticed you first doesn’t mean she doesn’t see the rest of us either!” The shorter out the bunch yelled out defensively.

“Ah, sorry...? I never realized anyone was trying to get my attention. Could I help you with something?” She questioned, holding a finger to her chin. After multiple lectures from Lucifer and the others but mostly Lucifer she had grown accustomed to not conversing with other demons since she was told they wanted nothing but to eat or hurt her and what idiot was not gonna take that warning? It surprised her that they seemed overall harmless, other than a common spark in the eyes of each of the demons in front of her.

“W-well, it’s not necessarily something you can help with...” a particularly shy-looking demon stepped forward, his black hair covered his eyes like a curtain which he nervously patted at. “W-we have a slight, ahem, fascination with h-humans...particularly y-you,” he trailed off as a taller demon slung an arm around his shoulders.

“Quit beating around the bush! We like you, human! You’re pretty cute!” Said demon announced, winking then continuing to give the shy boy a noogie.

A melodious giggle to their ears erupted from her throat at the slight blushing faces of her previously unknown classmates in front of her. “I’m flattered! I didn’t think I met up to demons’ preferences,” she laughed. MC was happy to be conversing with others for once, not being isolated to just the seven brothers felt as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders which she hadn’t noticed before and the fact that they found her cute was all the better.

“Nah! Attractive up there is still attractive down here! All we really prefer is that our horns don’t get caught up with each other when kissing and since you don’t have any it’s all the better!” The first demon replied cheerily, patting at her head to get the point across as she laughed. “Not to mention, since you’re human, you have a different type of beauty ‘bout you that we’re not too used to,” he continued, boldly leaning close and tipping her chin upward with a finger.

It was MC’s turn to blush. As her cheeks dusted with a slight pink tone, she couldn’t help but giggle at her classmates’ antics. “You guys are a funny bunch. I like y’all!” she commented happily, smiling at the four demons in front of her. It felt strange to not feel afraid of anyone other than her particular seven demons but not in a negative way. Inside she hoped that this would start a domino effect of others wanting to try striking up a conversation with her, the thought made her feel warm inside. The four stepped back in surprise at her revelation, whilst blushing at her cute smile they all shared a look with one another.

“D-do you mind if we, um, s-scent you...” the shy demon stuttered out as he twiddled his fingers nervously, fearing her reply to such an intimate request. Seeing her head cocked to the side, he quickly tried to explain himself. “A-Ah! We don’t want to fully scent you! Just one rub to show our interest in you is all! We would never fully scent without an established relationship! It’s just to show that we’re trying to court you is all! Y-you don’t even have to accept!” He rambled, jumping forward out of how frazzled he was which revealed his two gold eyes from underneath the curtain of pitch black hair.

“Sorry to interrupt, but what is ‘scenting’ exactly?” She questioned, confused at what it was and why there were different types. Realizing she didn’t know what it meant, the shy demon’s legs gave out from embarrassment as the taller demon caught him, his outbursts seemed to be normal to them.

“Oh, right! You’re human so you don’t know!” The shortest realized, putting his fist in to his other hand. “Hmm, long story short it’s what demons do to show our interest in someone,” he shrugged simply, but a sly glint in his eye as well as the smirk that lifted his lips said something else, which MC didn’t quite catch. “Here! I’ll show ya!” He continued before dipped down and nuzzling his neck against hers just once before pulling away with a satsifactory grin as he inhaled.

“Hey, you’re leaving some things out-“ the black-eyed demon spoke up before the shortest cut him off.

“You don’t mind it, right? It’s completely harmless!” He shrugged, holding his hands up and shaking his head innocently. The other three waited quietly in anticipation.

“I-I guess,” MC nodded which four smiled triumphantly at. The black-eyed demon didn’t waste time in following the prior demon’s actions but with a warmer smile before the taller did the same, a flirtatious lift to his lips. That left only the shy demon to scoot hesitantly close before rubbing his neck against hers. Once. Twice. Before being pulled away by the other three.

“Hey! What are ya trying to do? Don’t be going overboard with the scenting, dumbass!” The tallest reprimanded, holding him by the back of his collar.

“I-I’m sorry! I got carried away! I wasn’t going to do anything more! Promise!” He wailed as the three pulled him out the classroom just as the bell rang, not forgetting to wave at her as they left.

“Strange. I wonder what the brothers will have to say.” She thought to herself.

-

Disappointed but not surprised that the brothers each had plans after school, she walked home alone that day. One would think at least one would stay behind for her safety, but she felt that they were beginning to get too used to having her around and often forgot she was human, which was nice she was so included and familiar to them but annoying nonetheless when she didn’t get to see anyone until dinner. Beel and Satan had after school activities, which she understood as well as Lucifer having his own duties to Lord Diavolo but the other four’s excuses were ridiculous to her. Mammon texted her to inform that he was going to be trying to break into Diavolo’s office at school with the full intent to steal any valuables in there, Levi had shut himself in at some newly opened Internet cafe and refused to even do his online classes there, Belphie had disappeared somewhere most likely in a strange spot sleeping, and Asmo was completely focused on waiting in line at a popular cake store since morning just for what he called the “perfect Devilgram post”.

By the time she had gotten home she had completely forgotten about the whole “scenting” thing and decided to take a shower. She had just gotten out when she heard hurried footsteps leading to her door. Acting quickly, she ran to the door and locked it before anyone could enter and see her in all her naked glory. This was met with a deep “oof” as the person hit the door, expecting it to open, and followed it with loud knocks when it didn’t.

“Oi! Why’s the door locked? Who ya got in there? I can smell ‘em!” Mammon’s voice berated as he incessantly banged at the door, awaiting his human’s answer. He stopped briefly to press his nose against the crack of the locked door as he deeply inhaled to pinpoint the foreign scent before starting back up again. “Oiiii! Who’s scent is that? That ain’t any of my brothers or mine!” He yelled.

“Yeah, because it’s mine! I just got out the shower! Are you a bloodhound or somethin’? Am I not allowed to lock the door or would ya rather see me naked?” She yelled back, annoyed at his questions. Obviously she’s going to smell like her body fragrance after coming out the shower, what kind of question is that?

Blushing at her remark, he stopped knocking but still cocked his head to the side out of confusion. He knew her scent so why did it smell different? Shaking his head, he brushed it off as a new body lotion or something among those lines. “I’ve told ya! Demons have got a stronger sense of smell than ya humans! Anyways, I’m on dinner duty and it’ll be done in thirty minutes so I expect ya down here right when it’s done! The Great Mammon’s food shouldn’t be kept waiting, alright?” He stated.

“Yeah, yeah! I’ll be down there when I’m ready to!” She answered angrily, his questioning from earlier and the fact that he abandoned her to try breaking into Diavolo’s office instead taking play.

-

She took her time after that, knowing fully well that dinner was ready and the others were sat waiting for their beloved human that they neglected all day to come down and eat with them. By the time she came down, they had all been seated and Beel was already on his fifth plate which didn’t take him long mind you.

“Ah, better late than never, I suppose,” Lucifer commented teasingly, noting her damp hair as her excuse.

“Hurry up and eat before Beel devours it all!” Mammon ushered at the seat in front of him, he usually sat beside her but the twins had beat him to it since there was only one seat she preferred to sit at.

Taking her usual seat, she began to eat but it wasn’t long before a faint but definitely there foreign scent emanated from her. Reaching Belphie first while Beel was too busy stuffing his face with food. It roused him from his short slumber he decided to take at the dinner table, as he inched forward towards his human’s neck. She jumped when she felt his nose pressed against her nape as he inhaled and pulled away with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Why do you smell like that?” Belphie sneered. At this point, the smell had reached Beel as well and he promptly stopped his feasting to investigate. He followed Belphie’s actions but on the opposite side, deeply inhaling before quickly pulling away with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah...you smell like someone else,” Beel growled, surprising her at the tone of his voice. The smell wafted towards the other brothers as well and it wasn’t long before they were all on their feet, surrounding her with quizzical expressions while each taking turns of two to sniff at her exposed neck as she sat red-faced at the attention. She knew she was a bit petty from being neglected earlier but she didn’t expect this much attention at once!

“I knew I smelt something-someone earlier!” Mammon said as he angrily took another whiff, which only peeved him off more.

“How strange,” Satan hummed, a smile on his face that she knew masked his anger all too well. The brothers tried to rack their brains from what the scent could be from before Levi suddenly gasped.

“S-she’s been scented!” He revealed before dipping down yet again to smell. “And by, what seems like, multiple demons!” He continued, an angry flush against his cheeks. All the brothers looked at each other before returning their attention back to MC, who sat looking dazed in her chair.

“Now, now, lets give her space,” Lucifer commanded, waving his hand for his brothers to step away. “Care for an explanation, darling?” He questioned, the glint in his eye and slight furrow of his forehead outing his subdued anger as he felt a crack in his pride that some lowly demon, multiple in fact, had scented his human and she allowed it. He held a threatening but gentle hand on her shoulder as she tried her best to rack her brain to recall why she would smell like someone else. A lightbulb lighting up in her brain when she finally recalled.

“Ah! I talked to four classmates of mine for the first time and they mentioned something about ‘scenting’, I didn’t really understand it and next thing I knew they were doing it so that’s probably why!” She explained, looking up at the brothers with innocent eyes that made their hearts squeeze. So, she didn’t know.

“And what did they tell you about it exactly?” Lucifer questioned further.

“Hmm, they said demons do it to show their interest in someone? Something about courting?” She replied.

“Aw, my poor darling! Taken advantage like that!” Asmo cooed as he threw his arms around her.

“O-oh, did they lie?” She asked sheepishly.

“More like gave ya half-truths!” Mammon answered as he ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner. “Satan, explain,” he sighed, waving his hand.

“Well, while what they said was true it was very vague and not all of it. Scenting is when a demon claims one as their own, it’s territorial and tells other demons to back off or else there’s gonna be...problems,” Satan explained in a matter-of-fact manner.

“They mentioned something about not ‘fully’ scenting. What’s that?” She asked.

“Ah, if they did that we’d have their heads,” he chuckled out evilly before resuming his explanation calmly which made her shiver. “Fully scenting is when demons claim one as their mate. It creates a tether between them more romantically intimate than a pact and is stronger smelling than normal scenting. The one who was scented on can also release distress signals when in danger and it’ll alert the other demon almost right away,” he ended.

“A-Ah, so there was more to it,” she laughed weakly, realizing how dumb she was before.

“Hm, yes. Well, it seems that we’ll have to further stake our claim on our human here. Luckily we’re powerful demons, so we can easily break this mediocre scenting,” Lucifer stated before pressing his lips against her neck and harshly sucking, causing a gasp to leak out her lips. He pulled away and smirked at the bright hickey that bloomed on her neck as well as the fading scent that was on her.

“I agree,” Mammon monotoned as he did the same, finding her sweet spot almost instantly as he suckled and kissed on it to leave a deep bruise. “How dare they put their disgusting scent on my human?” He growled against her. She covered her mouth to muffle her voice, but Levi pulled them away.

“I don’t think so,” he tsked, nibbling at her jaw and smirking against her as she gasped at the feeling of his bite on her skin.

“We’ll be covering you with these,” Satan spoke against her, dipping to her clavicle to leave yet another hickey as he circled his tongue around it.

“We’ll put it in places you can’t cover and make it so dark no makeup could make a dent!” Asmo giggled mischievously as he aimed for where her jugular was, causing her to shiver.

Beel licked his lips at the sight of her as he took it upon himself to bite new territory, which was her shoulders. “This is better than when I wanted to eat you when we first met,” he mumbled lowly, lapping at the bite marks he left on her to soothe them.

“Ah, hardly any room for me,” Belphie muttered before taking a bite at the top of her chest, her jumping up as a reaction making him smile smugly.

Oh, how was she was going to avoid prying eyes at school tomorrow?

I’m a whore for scenting so I wanted to give it a go! I think ima make this a series since they didn’t fully scent on her just yet & will probs make a part for each of my bois, Mammon being first of course! Oh and I’m definitely gonna make them smutty because duh probably start off being some fluffy cute cuddles & then progress to absolute ravaging ;) interested?

Oh and what do y’all think of the demons I made up for this story? I kinda like their personalities & antics together idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Hey :) which characters do you think are the best in... (sfw)

-giving loving massages

-make you lough

-help you achieving your goals and

-kissing

(Perhaps you can name five for each category)

Have a wonderful Day 🌟🌟

Characters best at: massages, making you laugh, supporting, kissing

Description: 5 characters best at massages, 5 best at making you laugh, 5 best at helping you achieve your goals, 5 best at kissing

Warnings: none

A/N: So I’m not sure if you were expecting minks, but I did included Chopper and Bepo because they have a place in this list, I hope you don’t mind! 💕

Massages

1. Marco- for one, he’s a doctor. And despite his job and position and everything, his hands are surprisingly soft. He knows the perfect amount of pressure to use as well as where to specifically massage to get rid of tension. He likes lavender oil or lotion. He doesn’t have a lot of time to do this, so it doesn’t happen a lot, so when it does it’s very romantic- candles and everything. Usually silent, but he’ll lean down and kiss you occasionally, whispering sweet words.

2. Robin- okay her devil fruit power? I mean come on. It’s so calm and quiet, a very peaceful atmosphere. She always uses lavender or floral scents and lets you talk about your day or she’ll hum a random tune, maybe tell you a story. She uses her devil fruit power to massage multiple places, like both your shoulders as well as your lower back and arms.

3. Law- another doctor so he knows the places where certain muscles are, he knows certain techniques and pressure points to rid you of all tension and pain. He likes to use scented candles and oils, mostly vanilla or lavender, calming scents. He likes this activity because it’s quiet and intimate, a moment for just the two of you.

4. Rosinante- okay I know I know, but hear me out; yes he’s clumsy, but he can learn. His movements are slow and gentle, he focuses intensely so he doesn’t mess up and hurt you. He’ll listen to your every word, if you want him to use more pressure or less, or if there’s a certain place that’s sore/hurting. He’s like Law in the fact that he likes this because it’s an intimate activity. He likes to give you massages when you’re stressed so while he works you can talk to him.

5. Chopper- another one who’s on here because he’s a doctor, but also because he’s just so sweet and concerned during it, wondering if he’s hurting you. He loves sweet scented lotions and he prefers to have conversations, about your day, interests, dreams, just everything.

Making you laugh

1. Shanks- it’s almost always purely his action. When he’s drunk or really just doing anything that’s not important. He will do practically anything to get you to laugh, he’s great at silly faces. Tickles, this man loves tickles, givig or recieving. I feel like he also has those moments where you laugh so hard it starts sounding really wierd and funny, like ugly laughing, and it’s hilarious.

2. Rosinante- again it’s mostly his everyday actions. When he falls (and doesn’t hurt himself too bad) it’s funny, and lighting himself on fire. You also have like thise language of looks, if Doffy says something stupid or is acting like a diva, Rosinante will look at you like “here we go again”. He actually also trips on purpose sometimes, because he knows you find it funny. He also knows jokes, mostly puns, mostly stupid ones. But he laughs at them so much and so hard that it makes it funny. He’s also good at tickles

3. Luffy- also purely his actions, just everything. He lives to make you smile and he’ll do anything. He uses his devil fruit to stretch his cheeks or to let you play with his face like it’s puddy. He loves tickles too, and he loves peppering you with really fast, kind of reckless little kisses that tickle. Him and Shanks are pretty similar in the ways they make their S/O laugh.

4. Usopp- his stories, I mean come on. He loves making you smile ad laugh with his stories, he’ll make them as farfetched as he can but still stick to them and claim it’s true, just because you find it funny. He’ll make up stories so unbelievably stupid that you know they can’t be true, but Usopp will still say it happened because it makes you laugh more.

5. Buggy- I feel like this doesn’t need an explanation- he’s literally a clown. For one, his nose and the fact he always thinks people are insulting him, it’s hilarious. His interactions with his crew are just pure comedic gold. He’ll get embarrassed at his actions sometimes, but when he sees you laughing he’ll forget about anyone around that’s probably judging him and just focus on your smile and laugh. And his little stubble tickles a lot whenever he kisses you, sometimes he just nuzzle shis face against you because it you laugh at the sensation.

Helping you achieve your goals

1. Luffy- doesn’t really need an explanation, we all know how he is about helping people achieve their dreams. He’ll help you with anything you need, always there to protect you, cheer you up, etc. Not to mention this man is the loyalist. He’s willing to do anything no matter how extreme, I mean as long as it’s not cruel because that’s where he draws the line. 

2. Ace- similar to his brother, except he’s a little bit more... ferocious? Like remember when he went after Blackbeard? He would have that persistence. He’s also very ambitious. Like Luffy, he’s very loyal and will have your back no matter what you’re trying to do. But he also knows what you shouldn’t do, like if  he knows something is going to kill you/hurt you badly, he’ll tell you. But he’ll be there to pick you up when you fall, to encourage you if you lose confidence or lose your drive.

3. Bepo- we all see how much he helps Law, how comforting, caring, loyal, and encouraging he is. He’s more ofthe type to follow your orders to help you accomplish whatever, but he’s also like a reassuring presence- you always know you have someone. He’s always got your back and he’s great at pep talks and comforting cuddles. 

4. Gol D. Roger- so I’m kind of going of of my thoughts here, but he’s like the type to ecncourage you and stand behind you no matter what. He’s ready to lend a hand or cheer you up, protect you and offer you apiece of mind. He’ll distract you from the hardships and keeps everything fun, he takes the pressure off of you. Having him by your side feels like someone has your back. at all times, which he does. He won’t judge you for your goals either. Whatever you want to achieve he’ll just be there for whatever and whenever you need.

5. Kaido- HEAR ME OUT- for Kaido’s S/O he would literally destory an island. He’s more of the “I’ll kill anyone and destory anything” type. He’ll kill anyone who’s standing in your way, threaten anyone, really he would do anything. He’s Kaido, he can do anything. He’s not the best with words, he’s probably the worst, so he shows how he cares through actions- usually violent actions. His “pep-talks” or his version of pep talks, are pretty aggressive and blunt and to the point, but it still works if you can handle it. I can not stress this, ask him to kill someone or destroy something and consider it done.

Kissing

1. Mihawk- perfect. I mean just by looking at the man you know he’s a good kisser. He can do slow, fast, passionate, rough, anything. Literally every kiss takes your breath away. He usually cups your cheek, places his hand on the nape of your neck, or holds the back of your head- but he always hold your hand.

2. Cavendish- again just looking at the man you know he’s a good kisser. Very similar to Mihawk, he takes your breath away and he can do a variety of different kisses. But he loves french kissing or soft and tender, always holds you during the moment and after.

3. Sanji- everyone should have expected him to be here somewhere. Just amazing at any types of kisses, he’s a lot like Cavendish except Sanji tends to let his hand explore or rest on the more... naughty? parts. You have to get passed the nosebleeds but once you do it’s amazing- he puts all of his love into his kisses.

4. Shanks- mostly experience. He knows how to make you weak in your knees and take your breath away, he can make the moment go from romantic to sexy in the blink of an eye. His kisses tend to be sloppy but they always make you feel protected and loved. He likes kissing your neck and it’s also his favorite place to be kissed.

5. Doflamingo- 9/10 of the time rough and fast and heated. It’s like he has control over you, and really you don’t mind. Kissing him feels like your protected and safe and you don’t have to worry about anything. Kisses are one of the ways Doffy shows he cares because he’s so bad at words.

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Warnings: Another 'moment' that's interrupted too quickly,

Watching the way you interact with Bokuto places a question in the dark-haired male's head: what was so special about you that had all of these grown men, falling over themselves for your attention? Hell, he doesn't think he's ever seen either Iwaizumi or Ushijima look at someone, with any romantic interest, before.

It was truly a sight to see. Though, with his astonishment also comes curiosity. He finds himself wanting to see what is so amazing about you that had not only Suna but also Miya, who to his knowledge, hadn't dated you, utterly whipped.

Dark eyes trail after Bokuto as he leaves you before they fall to Miya, who has already turned his attention towards Sakusa. There was something almost like a challenge in the faux blonde's eyes. Something that spurred Sakusa to take a few steps towards you.

"You may need this, you never know when the last time anyone here has washed their hands was." Cringing at the thoughts his own statement brought, Sakusa holds out his small, portable hand-sanitizer dispenser out for you. Though, he quickly finds himself souring at the thought of you touching the bottle, something he'd spent hours trying to deem 'clean.'

Watching you turn to face him, he has to resist cringing as you reach out. That is until he notices your hand outstretched, with your palm up so that he could distribute the disinfectant into your hands, rather than you going for the bottle. "You have a point," he doesn't expect you to say that. "Not to mention, I'm sure Iwaizumi has people clean the gym, but I don't even want to think about the sweat and germs on the equipment."

Color him impressed.

Pushing down on the pump of the small bottle, he allows a few drops to fall into your hand. Most would have deemed the small pool in your palm too much, though you don't complain, proceeding to rub your hands together until the liquid is gone.

"I have some lotion in my bag if you'd like some. I know that washing your hands and putting on hand sanitizer probably dries them out, a lot." His watching you warily for a moment doesn't seem to deter you, though. You just shrug, "Though don't hesitate to say no, Kiyoomi. You won't hurt my feelings. You've always been wary of germs. I understand."

For a moment, Sakusa squares his shoulders and looks you up and down. Did you remember that from all of the games that you both played in high school, or was it the fact he carried a whole bottle of hand sanitizer, gloves tucked into his pockets, and he had yet to take off his mask, despite probably being extremely hot? He can't quite figure it out.

He also can't quite figure out why he says yes.

He doesn't realize the words, "I'll take some," come out of his mouth, until you are guiding him over to your bag.

Sakusa watches you pull your bottle out from your small drawstring bag, trying to focus on anything but you. Do you really rep your roommate's merch, everywhere you go? Your bag, your crewneck, you'd even started talking about him within five minutes of arriving.

A brief thought crosses his mind: What will it take to get you to wear his jersey at the Olympics? Though, as soon as the thought comes, he shoots it down. Because in the case of that happening, he would have to wash it repeatedly and worry about what you'd done in it. The fact that the thought had even crossed his mind in the first place, though, has him absolutely reeling.

Did he have a fleeting crush on you in high school? Of course, how could he not have? You were everything.

No matter the fact that you were on the opposing team, all you were was kind to him. Especially when it came to public situations. He remembers all of the times you'd help him escape from a crowd, knowing he hated him. He remembers watching you fall to Suna's side, grasping for his hand as the two of you walked to the court, wondering if you'd have been okay with holding his hands, even though they were gloved. He remembers what a formidable match you were, whether you were paired with your boyfriend, or someone else. Though he also remembers watching you walk away from every game, win or loss, impassive, like the game itself didn't matter to you.

He remembers the day he'd asked you if you actually enjoyed playing volleyball.

He remembers your response to him, as well. "I enjoy... The adoration and acceptance that comes from my success."

So yes, maybe he had a fleeting crush on you in high school. But that's all it was. A fleeting crush.

Nonetheless, as he watches you gingerly squeeze some sweet-smelling lotion into his palm, he finds himself opening his mouth to ask you a question, similar to the one he asked years ago. "Do you... Enjoy what you do, now?"

A light laugh escapes you as you squeeze some lotion into your own hand, placing the lotion away, before beginning to rub it in. "Still worried about me, are you, Kiyoomi?"

A snort escapes him in response. "No, more still stunned that you played for years, all for acceptance from the two half-wits over there, when you could have been doing something that you enjoyed, with people who accepted you, with or without a career in volleyball." He can smell the lotion through his mask, though he finds that he doesn't really mind. It smells just like you.

"Are you trying to say that you would have been that person for me, Kiyoomi?" You don't invade his personal space, but suddenly Kiyoomi finds himself uncomfortable. Even if it was a situation he had put himself in.

"I should get back to work," Sakusa states, now avoiding your eyes. "I will talk to you more later." His words are curt, leaving no room for question. Though you just smile - one that he warily regards as being filled with mischief, as he turns away from you to walk away.

As he walks away from you, though, Sakusa feels that uncomfortable feeling arise again. Thinking more about it, he can't help but notice that it doesn't feel quite like discomfort... No, it is more of an... Is he embarrassed?

No, that isn't it. It can't be. You're just someone helping them grow as a team. And it will remain like that, as far as he's concerned.

Sakusa hadn't ever had a crush on anyone until you and Atsumu came along. Along with his on-and-off crush for your former best friend, you were one of the first people he had feelings for.

You and Suna were in sync when you used to play together. You two practiced hard and perfected being decoys for one another. It tripped up the other team at least 90% of the time.

You got good at volleyball and playing at multiple positions, mainly because as a child you always wanted your grandmother to brag about you the way that she bragged about Shinsuke. You thought being good at volleyball would do that, but it didn't, it just made you miserable for years.

... So it's been a while... Does saying 'I hope you guys weren't worried about me' sound conceited? I feel like it does, but still, I hope you guys have been doing well. I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a while. I'm sorry. But, nonetheless, I'm hoping I'll get to start posting more regularly again soon.

In any case, you guys better be taking care of yourselves! That means eating, drinking some water, and sleeping at least five hours. I'm rooting for you, okay? You deserve to be healthy and happy and I am very proud of you. Have a good day! Or night!

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hii do u have any headcanons for majima. they can be about literally anything btw

I hope you're ready to read! I have lots to say about my favorite guy

from what I've seen, most people picture him as a guy who's not big on romance or sappy love. however I think the opposite. I think even if he's not aware of it, a lover who treats him gently and tenderly would make him melt. I don't think he's had many times in his life where someone's treated him with soft gentle love and he's had the opportunity to really enjoy it without fear of them getting hurt from being around him.

I like to think he'd love spoiling someone he loves but he'd go crazy in love if the other person spoiled HIM instead. hearts would be floating around his head. if you treated him to a big homemade dinner with nice wine and candles and told him you love pampering him, that would be the only time he'd truly be at a loss for words. his mind would turn to goo. he'd be head over heels.

it's already mentioned in the games that he's secretly very sentimental so I think once you have that kind of close bond with him, he'd trust you with everything. all his happy memories, his pain, his loss, his fears, his regrets, and his hopes. things he'd never disclose to anyone he considered less than having a lifetime bond with. it's just hard for him to let himself be that level of vulnerable with someone for the first time.

as for other things... I think he LOVES flashy outfits. but why wouldn't he, considering his daily outfit. anyway this ties particularly into his relationship with my oc so I won't go into that too much haha 🦍 but I'm just saying if you wore some equally eye-catching clothes as him, he'd be very drawn to you. maybe even want to compete with you.

he actually dresses very normally and comfortably on days he's just hanging out at home. which is rare because he gets lonely easily.

I think he has a secret sweet tooth. it's already established that he likes fast food but I think it would extend to other "junk food" as well. it's just too easy to picture him ordering a piece of cake at a bakery after a tiring day and his mood improving greatly.

I think he covers his face in sunscreen every day so he doesn't get a tan line around his eyepatch.

he's very smart but he doesn't always remember how to write every kanji when he's writing by hand. he prefers typing.

both when typing and writing, he prefers to avoid using hiragana and opts for katakana as much as he can get away with because he thinks it looks cooler.

he grew up poor his whole childhood and still holds onto the ideals he held before his yakuza success got him super cash. there's seriously just so many instances in the games that points me toward this conclusion that I refuse to ever believe this isn't a fact.

he loves to sing without just being funny about it, but he's a little shy about it so it's easier to just goof off to avoid embarrassing himself

he keeps his nails painted under his gloves. if not with color, at least a clear coat.

he uses lotion and moisturizer every night before bed.

he wishes he had more friends. he loves the people he does have in his life, but he feels like something is missing.

he wants to be a father badly but has thought for decades that it's a hopeless desire for him. to quell his heart, he acts extra kind to every child he comes across. tossing back baseballs with a smile, complimenting their backpacks, buying treats to cheer up kids who look sad.

he acts like he's a dog person, but he's really more of a cat person. he likes dogs too though.

he wants to be in a music video. it's a secret dream he's held onto for years.

his music taste is a mix of everything he can get his hands on. he likes fun poppy cheery music just as much as he likes dad rock and metal. he goes to music stores regularly to look for albums that look interesting. he has a big shelf at home that houses his collection. he likes SMAP

he wants to travel overseas, but he's never tried it because of how unpredictable the clan's situation can be

he actually remembers a decent little portion of the English he learned in school and tries as much as he can to help any travelers who can't speak Japanese

he loves bath products. he has multiple scents of bubble bath on hand at home always. he has a rubber duckie with an eyepatch also.

after the events of yakuza 5 he finally sought out some therapy to work through some of his deep-rooted trauma. he's glad he did. nishida and saejima are the only ones who know about it.

in his newfound retirement, he starts creating art. paintings, little clay sculptures, building random things to put in his home. it brings him a lot of joy and keeps him feeling busy. it's good for him

OKAY that's enough for now. if you read all this you are my hero. I love you I hope you enjoyed these

[mydisasteracademia]

Random LOV Headcanons

• Repeating something from my book “Did My Time”, due to the damage to Dabi’s body, he needs to use eyedrops multiple times a day. The amount depends on whether or not he uses his Quirk a lot; if he uses it more, he’ll need to practically drown his eyes with special medicated eyedrops to help with the dry-eye.

Adding onto this, due to his body’s natural affinity for the cold, he prefers cold things more than hot, because he has a worse reaction to hot/spicy things compared to other people (just like his mother). Yes, this means I HC him to absolutely never get brain freeze. The others are always jealous of him whenever he chugs a Slurpee in one go.

His burnt, scarred skin is extremely sensitive, especially to scents and scented lotions. He’s found that ointment works to keep things moist, but that also means he needs to be constantly re-applying it every time it dries, given that his Quirk is constantly drying out his skin to the point of damage. Every time his staples tug, even a little, it’s really painful and he’s prone to bleeding.

He does have a bit of a protective instinct, but only over those he deems weaker than him (and let’s be honest, he already has a lot of trouble with his own self-image, so that list might be shorter than you’d think). Definitely has an ‘irritated older sibling to hyperactive younger sibling’ relationship with Toga once they start to get closer. Gets unnecessarily competitive with others he considers stronger than himself, even if he himself doesn’t immediately realize what he’s doing.

Due to his Quirk being dangerous to himself, he can smell off, and he gets very touchy about it. Having grown up in a wealthy family, he can get very insecure at his bedraggled appearance and smell. He literally smells like burnt flesh all the time, and it lingers on his own body and his clothing. Due to this, he always hits up a laundromat to wash his clothes a few times a week, using money he’s picked off of wealthier victims of his. Really lays on the cologne to mask his natural corpse smell (and usually ends up smelling like pine trees, smoke, and something vaguely rotting).

Dabi is incredibly touch-starved, given that most people look at him and recoil in horror. He’s more like a cat, though. If you give him too much attention, he gets annoyed, but if he happens to rest his arm on your head or shoulder, that’s his way of subtly asking for positive attention. Depending on who’s doing it, he won’t immediately shove someone away if they decide to hug him. He’s a bit iffy with touch, and the fear of accidentally hurting someone he’s close to with his own Quirk messes with his head a lot. He can be a bit of an attention whore, given his fucked-up childhood, and when he gets praise it can put him in a good mood for a while. He really internalizes negative attention and can brood about not being good enough for a long time though. Won’t admit it, but he lives for headpats. Please give him headpats. He deserves headpats. Just watch out for the hair dye.

• Shigaraki’s Quirk does affect his body, though not by quickly decaying him like he does other things. Instead it’s more of a ‘slow-burn’ decay, and his constant itching is one side-effect of that. Since his body is constantly breaking down (his scratching gets rid of a lot of dead skin on the surface), his skin is incredibly sensitive and he can’t use most face/skin products because it damages him even more and he reacts horribly to it. So far he hasn’t found a brand that can help with his marred skin. Adding to this, he can’t stand spicy foods because it aggravates his decaying body.

Since his body is in a constant state of death and dying, this means he can smell off on even good days. It could be described as musty or ‘stale’, and since he’s extremely sensitive to scents and lotions/creams, he can’t exactly just use any old cologne to mask it.

Sometimes his throat gets super dry and he chokes on debris from his own mouth and throat. He needs to constantly hydrate to keep things from getting a bit too dusty. This means he prefers wet/moist foods over dry, and if he eats anything dry he’ll have a drink to go with it. At Kurogiri’s insistence, he always has a few bottles of water in his room at a time so he doesn’t have to get up in the night to go to a working sink for a drink.

This boy is so touch-starved. Whenever someone of the League hugs him, he acts huffy about it, but he doesn’t shove them off (unless it’s Dabi giving him a noogie, then he threatens death, much to the taller one’s amusement). He secretly craves touching other people. He’s terrified of accidentally dusting someone he cares about again (his family’s deaths haunt his dreams more nights than not), but if someone hugs him he just kind of melts into it. Someone please hug this boy. He needs headpats and positive reinforcement.

• Spinner absolutely loves sunning himself on rocks during summer. Whenever the weather is hot and it’s sunny, if he has a day off you’ll find him chilling outside on a rock just soaking up the sun.

Adding onto this, he really loves humid, hot weather. While the rest of the League (especially Dabi) is suffering, he’s just vibing with the weather.

And he sheds. Usually a few times a year, but it’s not uncommon to see large swaths of translucent white patches left behind. This can annoy the League, but to his credit, Spinner tries to keep it on the down-low. More than once he’s tried inconspicuously rubbing his arm or cheek against Shigaraki to try and help get the dead skin off. (He gets really irritated, but it helps with the itching a bit, so he doesn’t really complain unless he’s trying to concentrate on something.)

• Compress will casually swipe up random items that the League leaves around and later might give them back depending on what it is. The other members can get varying levels of annoyed at this, but they don’t get too beat up about it considering Compress’s Quirk and personality. (This is how Toga lost her favorite lip gloss. She didn’t stop pouting for a week until Twice bought her another one.)

When he gets anxious or bored, he often resorts to simple hand tricks to keep himself entertained: fiddling around with his marbles, practicing simple card tricks, or practicing magic.

• Toga loves horror. Almost any horror. Especially guro. During movie nights with the League, as long as the movie has some form of mutilation and/or blood, she’s giving it her full attention. Adding to this, she really loves anything written by Junji Ito and has read Tomie about twenty times. Despite this, she has a soft spot for cutesy things and her aesthetic is Gurokawa. She definitely has a Gloomy Bear plush or two.

She definitely has a fondness for beauty products, given that she’s still just a normal girl despite her Quirk. This fact can make her really insecure, and she’s prone to depressive episodes just like anyone else in the League where she does herself up real pretty just to try and feel more ‘in tune’ with her femininity and less like the monster her parents saw her as. Magne helped with this a lot in the past, but now that she’s gone she relies more on the others to help cheer her up.

She is not above forcing the other League members into spa days. Shigaraki is the only one who doesn’t have to get a facial, though she does insist on painting his nails and doing his hair.

• Kurogiri’s mist/fog can get blown away quicker than he can create more, but only by a very strong wind. It’s hilarious. Shigaraki can’t stop teasing him for it.

Is not above using his Quirk to forcefully separate two squabbling parties, especially in the bar hideout.

When he’s bored, he does bar tricks, much to Toga’s delight.

Since quite a few League members are under drinking age, he always makes sure to have sparkling cider on hand.

He carries snacks and a first-aid kit every time the League goes out on a mission -- especially when it’s Shigaraki heading out. He really does care for the man and will be the first to hand him ointment whenever his skin gets really crumbly or damaged.

Has come to reluctantly see the League as people he worries for. That’s the closest to “hm yes these are my children now I must protect” that you’ll get.

He misses Magne for how sensible she could be. He appreciates Compress’s overall chill vibe and his being the voice of reason among their little group of mass murderers.

• Kurogiri and Magne were the League’s parental figures. You can’t fight me on this. (Kurogiri reluctantly, Magne enthusiastically.) Compress was more like the outgoing uncle that has a sense of humor nobody can really understand at first and was definitely a theater major in college.

• Shigaraki and Dabi love chicken nuggets. Every time someone brings home fast food, you can bet your ass they’ll have ordered like a fifty-piece chicken nugget meal from wherever sells that. Constantly have to deal with each other trying to swipe the other’s nuggets when they finish their own.

• Twice loves Vine compilations and can recite a worrying number of them from memory. He gets a kick out of the “A Bagel, Two Bagels” one for how much he relates to it.

• Before she died, Magne loved when Toga begged her to help her with makeup. It helped with her dysphoria when Toga would doll her up.

She loved window-shopping and imagining herself wearing some of the stylish clothes in shop windows.

Despite her cruel persona towards her enemies, Magne had a soft spot for elegant-cute things, kinda like Toga but a little less bloody.

• Muscular always challenges the other League members to arm-wrestling when he’s around. He always wins. The others have learnt not to accept his challenges, lest they want bruises/sprains.

• Mustard is very childish in his tastes. He loves chicken nuggets and mac n’ cheese. Provokes people by pulling his lower eyelid down and sticking his tongue at them. I can definitely imagine him muttering “Eat my shorts” or “Don’t have a cow, man” whenever another member is angry about something.

• In this household we pretend that Moonfish does not exist.

• If the League had Switches, you bet your ass they play Animal Crossing on them.

Toga would go for a ‘Aika Village’ aesthetic, all gloomy and creepy but with an undeniably cute element to it. Definitely wears pastels and gothic-themed clothing.

Shigaraki models his after his favorite RPG and hunts down NPCs that fit the personalities of the various characters. His favorite characters tend to be dogs. Will not hesitate to kick out any animal who fails his ‘vibe check’. Surprisingly, this game can calm him down almost as well as an RPG. Joycon drift is the bane of his existence.

Compress uses only the most glamorous, expensive items on his island. Outright refuses to use dirt paths. Uses only Snooty villagers.

Dabi wants his island to look the best and is uncharacteristically stern about how his island looks. Everything is very neat and streamlined (and he has an outdoor gym near his player’s home). Will physically fight anyone who tries to ruin it by littering or messing around on it. He has a rivalry with Compress about whose island looks the best.

Spinner doesn’t really care about how his island looks. He just wants to max out his encyclopedias. Shigaraki once caught him up at 3 AM because he was trying to catch a spider crab.

Kurogiri doesn’t play it that often, so his island is fairly undeveloped. Doesn’t really care about it, considering his responsibilities to the League overpower a video game.

Muscular doesn’t care about it at all and doesn’t play.

Mustard made his island look like something out of Harvest Moon or Stardew Valley; a town area, a forest, and even a beach.

[jaylixjun]

Last kiss pt.3

https://fredweasleys-gf.tumblr.com/post/650322643337232384/last-kiss

part one!^

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y/n had spent only a few minutes in the tub, she couldn’t relax, she had dunked her head multiple times under cold water,but still no luck.

after a few minutes,she decided to get out.

she squeezed some water out of her hair before she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.

she applied lotion and dressed up, not bothering to dry her hair.

she grabbed her slippers and left the bathroom.

“feel better ?” marianne asked when she saw her come down the stairs.

y/n just shrugged

“well, hope this will make you feel better” she said showing y/n favorite movie making her crack a smile.

“we have popcorn and the drinks, however, there’s no ice cream and candy, i will be real quick! back in a flash!” marianne said apparating away.

five minutes later, y/n’s mouth felt dry, so she decided to get up and get a glass of cold water grabbing a pain killer for her head.

she sat down in her couch, hugging her knees, her hair soaking her shirt making her cold.

all of a sudden she heard three loud knocks startling her.

-

“alright fred, once again you’re sure about this?”

“yes! just-let’s go”

george and fred grabbed their wands, fred putting his in his pocket while george had his out.

george placed a hand on fred’s shoulder and apparated to y/n’s place.

“alright, here we are, just come back when you’re finished” george said almost apparating away.

“georgie?, thank you, i will fix this”

“good luck” said george before he left.

fred’s stomach was swirling with nerves, he felt faint.

the light was on so he knew she was home.

he took deep breaths before he raised his hand up to knock.

“mari! you know you have a wand right?” he heard y/n say loudly so , who she thought was marianne, to hear.

fred sighed and knocked again.

a few moments later she opened the door.

she opened the door about to speak when she saw fred standing on her porch.

fred didn’t even get a chance to speak before she slammed the door closed.

“y/n” he said softly but loud enough for y/n to hear, he knew she was still behind the door.

“y/n can we please talk?”

she still didn’t reply making fred knock once again a few moments later

“no, please go away” he heard her say, knowing she was about to cry

“please.., can i just please explain myself??!” fred said desperately

on the other side of the door, y/n was covering her mouth trying not to make any noice, about to tell him off again but she felt like she needed to know why he left her.

a minute later, y/n wiped her tears and tried to compose herself opening the door.

“i’m assuming george brought you, after i told him not to, now explain” y/n said trying to keep her head high

“y/n, first things first i want to say i am so sorry, everyday i regr-“

“not the first time i’ve heard a guy say the same apology, not personally to me but you get it” she said cooly taking fred aback making him sigh.

“y/n…”

“what? care to actually explain it to me now?”

fred just looked at her, both of them making eye contact, making each others eyes fill with tears,y/n determined not to let one slip out,but it kept getting harder as she tried not to blink.

finally fred let them out.

“i miss you so so much and i really truly am sorry” fred said almost breaking down.

at this, y/n couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help the waterworks coming out from her eyes, she turned around and walked back to her couch, leaving the door open as an obvious “come in” to fred.

y/n sat with her knees to her chest, holding on to her fox slippers on her feet.

fred came in and closed the door, following to her couch, sitting down scooting away to give her space.

his eyes trailed down to her slippers, making him let out a tiny smile.

“nice slippers” he said, making y/n look up at him

“explain”

“oh okay well um” he said, the smile quickly leaving his face “i’m not sure where to start”

“how about why you left me?” y/n changed her posture and sat with her back straight

he cleared his throat before starting, he rubbed his hands together as a clear sign of him being anxious

“well y/n that’s the thing, i’m not entirely sure-“

“you’re not sure?? are you kidding me??!”

“look, i’m so sorry, five months ago it made so much sense to me, now i’m not sure why”

“i don’t understand you! we were fine that morning and the day before that and the day before that do i keep going?”

“that day i was not in a good mood-“

“that’s it ?? you weren’t in a good mood?? what a bullshit excuse! yearsss of being together and you break it off with no explanation over a bad mood??”

“y/n…please listen” fred said, all y/n did was turn her head away from him looking the other way so he wouldn’t see her tears, but he knew they were there,as some of his own started spilling.

“okay, yes it sounds absurd but it’s true i wasn’t in a good mood that day, it sounds stupid when i say it out loud but,” he sighed trying to put his thoughts into words, “okay, that was not the first time i’ve gotten home late as you noticed, i was always missing out on afternoons with you for months ! i could tell it upset you, but you, you still stuck by me,yes we were fine and i was determined to change and be there more for you but work just was too much, that day was one of the toughest one and i just started overthinking and though it would be better to break it off knowing it wouldn’t be the last day like that, i swear if i could go back to that day and make it alright i would in a heartbeat”

at this point y/n was already sobbing, trying to keep the sobs away, she opened her mouth a few times to say something but kept closing it.

all of a sudden, marianne apparated back into the kitchen

“hey y/n/n i’m back, i brought you your favorites, even picked up some cauldron cakes!”

“y/n?” she said turning around spotting her crying and fred on the couch.

“what are you doing here??!”

“i’m-“

“mari, it’s okay don’t worry” she said getting up to her feet and walking towards her cousin.

“can you please wait for me upstairs for a bit?”

“are you sure?”

“yes i am”

“okay, call me if anything”

and with that she went up the stairs but not before glancing back.

y/n didn’t sit back down, she stood where she was, crossing her arms feeling small.

fred stood up too, walking towards him, standing a few feet infront of her.

“why didn’t it occur to you to come talk to me?”

“i-“

“i mean we fixed almost everything between us, like when you left hogwarts and i was still in school, or during a goddamn war!”

“i just don’t understand fred”

fred walked towards her and this time she didn’t pull away, she just looked up at him and felt her lip quiver, his eyes too were glistening with tears, seeing as he had hurt her for months.

he kept pushing his luck and kept going towards him until they were mere inches away, all of a sudden the hugged her and she sunk into the hug, sobbing loudly.

“i kept thinking you fell out of love with me,freddie” she said gripping his sweater to assure herself he was there with her and didn’t want to let him go.

“i never did love, i never stopped loving you” he said, feeling his chest warm of having her in his arms after years, smelling the smell of her shampoo that lingered in her hair, also the fact that she called him freddie.

“then why? fred ,it hurt so much” she said looking up at him

“i thought i was no good for you”

she cupped his cheek and put their foreheads pressed up together, wiping stray tears from his face with her thumbs, while he held her tight, as if she was gonna disappear, crying together,finally feeling as if things were gonna get better.

“freddie…” she whispered “you were the best! how can you think you weren’t”

“i’m so sorry y/n, i will spend the rest of my life showing you how much i love you, i will never leave you again, of course if that’s okay with you.”

y/n let out a choked sob out of relief, feeling like she was still dreaming.

“yes freddie, i missed you so much”

“i missed you most, i know it’s not going to be easy and fast, but i pinky promise you i will get there, i will make up for lost time and more”

y/n nodded into him, letting her hand drop from his face on to his shoulder and hugging him tight while she was on her tippy toes, burying her face in his neck, him feeling like home to her.

fred pulled away slightly enough to see her face and with his both hands, cupped her face.

“i love you y/n, to the moon and to saturn”

“i love you most freddie” she sobbed looking at him

“please don’t leave again”

“i won’t love, i won’t”

like a magnet, both of them moved towards each other, fred stopping an inch away from her looking at her for consent, making her nod and their lips connecting for the first time in five months.

it was a short kiss of affirmation, him letting her know he would always be there for her.

“bloody hell i love you so much woman” he said carrying her making her yelp as he carried her into the couch.

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fred never broke his promise (:

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this was a long one lol, hope you guys liked it !! i didn’t intend into writing this much !!

@freddiemylovelg gave me the idea of fred breaking up with her bc he thought he wasn’t good enough, and i thank you!!

[sinner-as-saint]

Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...