#the fondness is still so strong. it hurts a little

[reignpage]

Bear Necessities

Synopsis: what life is like married to brown bear hybrid!Nanami Warnings: 18+ mdni, smutty, fluffy, cursing, established relationship, marriage, cunnilingus, blowjob, unprotected sex, baby fever, lactation kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, dom!nanami, backshot, mention of fleshlight, sub!reader, possessiveness, threat of violence or harm, creampie, knotting, not proofread Word Count: 3.5k

Being married to Bear hybrid!Nanami means having to tip toe your entire relationship because he’s so tall. He does make the effort to hunch down for you, growling softly against your neck about how small and fragile his beautiful wife is. But he’s not always so nice. No, your Kento likes to tease, much to your chagrin.

“Sweetheart, I’ll be late for my morning class,” he remarks, peering at you over his glasses as you hold onto his shoulders for purchase, jumping to reach his face. “And you know I can’t possibly start my day without my morning kiss. You wouldn’t leave me waiting, would you?”

His words are sweet, always so sweet, but the way he’s pawing at your hips and dipping lower to squeeze your ass are nothing but. Lifting you up in one arm, he brings you face to face with his gentle grin, his pearly whites glinting in the morning sun. 

“Hi, darling,” he whispers.

Savouring his soft lips and feeling the soft bristles of his beard, you mutter, “I’ll miss you, Kenny.”

“I’ll miss you too, my darling love. But soon we’ll be away for hibernation, yes? And then you’ll have me all to yourself for months.”

“Dada!”

Kento laughs, a big smile taking over his face until his eyes are crinkling in the corner. With you still held up by one arm, he opens the other for your two cubs to jump onto him. Kenji, the eldest, climbs up his huge back, biting onto his father’s thick neck and growling in challenge. Whereas, Mio sits politely in his other arm, chubby hand petting his beard with wide eyes. 

“One of these days, we’ll all be too big to be carried like this, Kento,” you say with a sigh. 

The glimmer in his warm eyes melts your heart. “That day will never come, my love.”

“Yeah! Dada’s strong,” Kenji argues, to which his little sister agrees, nodding furiously.

“Alright, alright. Dada’s got to go to work, so let’s not hold him up any longer, okay?”

Shifting his tie into to place, you bid him farewell, the warmth of his body still imprinted on yours. He leaves you one last kiss against your forehead, eyes roving over his family, with his eldest puffing his chest out to say he’ll take over the big bear duties now. 

Satisfied, Kento is off to work and you jump on your kids, peppering kisses and attacking them with giggles. 

“Let’s go bake some cookies!”

Bear hybrid!Nanami isn’t always so mild-mannered. Though he isn’t quick to be riled up, there are, unfortunately, certain things that seem to trigger those prominent animalistic instincts. For example, he’s not particularly fond of the your neighbour. 

The single male is a husky who knocks on the door often, requesting sugar or dropping by gifts for the cubs. He’s completely harmless, if a little too bright and cheerful. In fact, you can tell he’s a good person, but that doesn’t matter for your husband. All males are a threat.

One evening, your neighbour knocks whilst Kento’s in the kitchen. Discussing the recent neighbourhood bake sale, you must have been gone far longer than your husband would have liked because he eventually appears behind you, impossibly taller and broader. 

He casts a shadow on you and on the husky who only grins cheekily. Winding a paw around your waist, he snaps his jaws together, flashing his canines. The message is clear: leave his territory now. Your neighbour retreats back, giving you one last wink before the door slams shut. 

Bear hybrid!Nanami buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply in rapid succession, chest heaving as you’re pinned to the door. His hold on you is calculatedly light enough to not hurt but they do threaten to leave indentations should you attempt to push him away as he’s recollecting himself. 

This doesn’t very often; something about that husky sets him off. You can’t say you hate when he’s like this. How could you when he’s shoving a leg between yours and caging you in his arms?

He’s shuffling his entire body against yours, rubbing his scent as thoroughly as he can. His thigh presses roughly against your moistening core. Gravelly, he groans, “Who are you married to?”

“You.”

A paw urges your hips up and down on his leg, seeking that tantalising honey from your insides. Kento stops inhaling, only to lick up the length of your neck, marking you so that there would be no confusion as to whom you belong to. His sharp teeth scrape the skin in warning — it isn’t enough for the others to know you’re his mate, you must know that too. 

“Again.”

“I’m your wife. I’m yours, Ken.”

You cum just like that, shuddering against his burly chest, buried in his pecs. He rubs soothing circles in your back in apology for his aggressive behaviour. Without much regret in his voice, he admits, “I’m terribly sorry, darling. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” you mumble against his repenting lips, fingers pressing the wet streak that’s formed over his trousers. “I made a mess, sorry, Kenny.”

Glasses foggy and cheeks flushed, he shakes his head. “Nothing to apologise for, my love. You were, and are, nothing short of perfect. Always. Now, come. Let’s eat. The kids must be starving.”

Bear hybrid!Nanami goes through hyperphagia during the autumnal months, when the weather begins to become colder. He eats almost double his usual, consuming more berries and salmon — your grocery budget goes through the roof trying to keep his hunger satiated. 

This does mean, however, that your husband stores more fat. But it isn’t an awful experience. Rather, it’s actually the sexiest thing ever. Seeing him grow rounder in his arms, his face, his stomach and his thighs is incredible. You notice the added weight when he lays on your chest at night, laying a possessive hand on your tummy. 

He almost crushes you when he does that. At first, he simply takes extra care around you, making sure he moves slowly and carefully, but as the winter approaches and he grows even bigger, sleeping on you is no longer an option and you must lie on his chest, the hairs there tickling your nose. 

You can’t keep your hands off Bear hybrid!Nanami in those months. Even as he’s sorting through papers in his office, you just can’t help but crawl under his desk and fish out his thick cock. It’s long, thicker at the base where those fuzzy blond hairs are than the curve. He’s even bigger as he’s bulking. There, in his base, is a little knot-like curve that makes your mouth water. 

“Feeling needy, darling?”

You hum, teasing your lips against his tip. “For you? Always.”

He lands a heavy paw on your head, guiding your head lower. Taking him in, in any holes, is never easy. You have to mentally prepare yourself by re-familiaring yourself with his scent, his texture, and his taste by licking from base to tip, circling the head and peering up at him as his breathing becomes heavy. Only once does he begin releasing pained groans do you stretch your lips to engulf him. 

“Sweetheart, go -ha- slowly,” he advices. “I’ll cum too fast if you’re rough with me.”

His thighs are so thick you palm them, eyes rolling back at the pudge there, still solid and firm from his strength, and the knowledge that he could crush you with them makes you so wet, you moan around his cock. 

The growls coming from his chest vibrate the wooden desk you’re under, heady air puffing from his mouth as he curls his lips back, big arms tensing whilst he grips the wood with a deathly force, knuckles white. You hear it creak above you. You suck harder. 

“Almost there, honey. Keep -ngh- going.”

When he spurts in your mouth, painting your throat with his seed, he thumbs at your bottom lip, smearing the wetness of both his cum and your drool all over your chin before he pulls it down to inspect your mouth. “Swallow it all, my love. That’s right. Such a good girl.”

During hibernation, the entire family is sluggish. The children sleep all day. Kento practically never leaves the bed. Though he’s eaten enough in the season before to only need to eat once in a while, the same can’t be said for you. No, you still need to eat three meals a day.

You know that. And your husband knows that, too. 

So, why does he refuse to let go of you in the mornings, afternoons, and evenings? 

Held by his brawny arms, one around your chest, groping your tit, and the other circling your neck, you literally cannot move. Especially not with the hefty thigh he’s thrown over both of your legs. The snow he senses outside urges his instincts to keep all sources of warmth with him, even if the hottest thing in your room is himself, with all the heat emanating from his huge body. 

“Ken, I’m hungry,” you whine. 

He huffs, no rebuttal escaping him. 

His glasses have been safely tucked away in a drawer, and he’s wrapped tightly in a bulky sweater, hair all mussed up. He looks even paler during the winter, the only colour on his skin being the flush across his cheeks. Kento is the epitome of comfor during hibernation — it’s his favourite time of the year. He gets paid leave and so do you, the government understanding the importance of hybrids having support systems during such a vulnerable time. 

With his cubs all safe and sound at home, just in the next room, and his wife by his side at every given moment, there’s nothing else he could possibly ask for. Except maybe for you to stop squirming to get away.

“I’m literally starving, Kento,” you grumble. 

Bear hybrid!Nanami relents at the very last second, pulling those heavy limbs back enough for you to slide out from under them. You rush to the bathroom for your much needed reprieve and then head straight to the kitchen. Your husband had kept you captive until it was past lunchtime. 

He is so ridiculously selfish during these winter months. 

Careful to make as little noise as possible, you make a quick breakfast. Waiting for the bread to pop up from the toaster, all golden brown and warm, you tap your foot against the floor. It’s an odd feeling to rarely cook in the winter season — all year round, there’s practically never enough food for your husband and your children. Now, you pretty much only cook for yourself. 

You may not have the bear instincts they do, but you are a mother. You have to constantly fight the urge to shake your babies awake and shove hearty stews and delicious pies down their throats. Whenever you sneak into their rooms, all you ever get are grumbles of complaint about how loud you’re being. And if you leave the bed too often to check up on them, making sure they’re still breathing,  your husband becomes adorably irritated and carries them over to your bedroom, everyone piling on top. 

“You left me waiting so long, sweetheart,” Kento grumbles into your neck, startling you.  

Somehow, he had managed to creep up behind, bare feet padding quietly until he reached the kitchen where he promptly rested his weight onto you. Almost toppling over by the sudden weight, you yelp. 

“Ken! Go back to bed.”

Skimming his nose against your neck, he hums, “Can’t sleep without my wife.”

He patiently waits with you, hugging you from behind as he practically dozes off on top of your head, steady breathing causing his chest to rise and fall, coaxing you back to sleepiness too. He reaches over, plating the toasts for you as soon as they emerge, wary they’re too hot for your sensitive human hands. 

Taking your last bite, your world turns topsy turvy when you’re thrown over his shoulder, a large hand palming your thigh all the way up to your ass. Upon reaching your bedroom, he climbs in with you still clinging to his torso. You lay on top of him. He doesn’t complain about the weight, rather he groans from the feeling of you, all of you, keeping him warm and grounded.

“If you were a bear, honey,” he mumbles sleepily, hand rubbing your back, “those toasts would be enough to keep you in bed with me for weeks. How lovely would that be?”

Playfully, you retort, “You should marry one, then.”

“There’s no one else for me but you. Human or hybrid, you’re perfect. Just perfect,” he muses. 

Grabbing your left hand, he rests it on his which lies on the pillow above his head. Your rings clink together as he clutches every part of you tightly, like you might disappear when he wakes up, like this marriage with you has been all one big dream. 

What a sweet slumber and a bitter waking it would be. 

“See you on the other side, Kenny,” you say absentmindedly. 

Kissing the top of your head, he affirms, “Always.”

Once winter passes, Bear hybrid!Nanami returns to work and your kids go back to school, catching up with their friends like they haven’t been asleep almost the entire time. 

The snow’s all gone and the frost in the air disappears, signalling a brand new start. Your cubs will grow bigger, whilst your husband shifts back to his normal size, still enormous and intimidating, but much more hardened. In the spring, that brings its own set of problems. 

“The cubs are at their friends’, sweetheart.” Kento hugs you from behind as you stir a pot in the kitchen. You already know where this is going. You’ve lived through enough springs with the man to know that the bulge he’s grinding against your ass isn’t a simple expression of his love for you. 

Sighing, you ask, “Isn’t two plenty, Ken?”

He growls, teeth scraping your neck as he squeezes every inch of flesh his paws can reach. “I’m a greedy man. I want more of you. I want one that has your eyes and your wit. And another with your hair and your humour.”

When he cups your pussy through your dress, there’s nothing you can say in argument before he places you atop the counter, hob off and food left to grow cold. He’s got something more delicious in mind. 

He grips your thighs, legs spread to accommodate his wide berth. Leaving a big bite on your skin, a red mark begins to grow and the growl vibrating in his chest tells you everything you need to know. Kento isn’t stopping until your stomach balloons with his cubs once more. 

“Smells so good, sweetheart.” He presses his nose against your clothed core, burying the tip on your clit. His mouth waters with the tantalising scent filling his senses. “Always smell so good. I can never focus when you’re around.”

Your panties are ripped apart in his claws, torn to shred but before you can even process the destruction, he’s already diving in, your wetness coating his beard. Kento laps up all the juice you produce, suckling that tight little bud, rolling it with his tongue to hear your moans. 

You pull at his hair, so thick and luscious, and jut your hips up. The pleasure quickly grows overwhelming and you’re squirming away, clawing to find escape from the mind-numbing euphoria. 

Bear hybrid!Nanami growls, throwing a heavy arm over your stomach and he gnaws on your thigh in warning. “Do not move. Do not run. I couldn’t bear it. Not right now, sweetheart. You will give me what I want and you will thank me, yes?”

Panting, you nod your head. “Yes, yes. I’m sorry, Kenny.”

Eyes narrowing, he licks up the bruise he’s planted on your thigh in apology before he dives right back in with greater vigour. He wriggles his tongue inside, his nose teasing your clit, and you cum, creaming right into his mouth. Your husband makes low noises of approval, grip on your body turning punishing.

Bones a mush, he spins you around, wrangling you into position. Kento doesn’t give you a second to even recollect yourself. Your back to his chest, he pulls down the neckline of your dress, cupping your tits with calloused paws. 

“These will fill up with milk for our cubs and they’ll feed our babies,” he reminds you, pinching your nipples and you can almost imagine the sensitivity you’ll develop. “You get aches here, don’t you, darling? It’ll be alright. Your husband will take care of you, hmm? He’ll suck out all the milk so you don’t clog up.”

In one hard thrust, he shoves his length inside you. You gasp, eyes wide and jaw dropping. You feel so full. His long and thick cock is pressing against all the sensitive spots in your pussy, kissing your cervix. Your juices coat him, leaving shiny dew drops on the blond hairs at his base. 

“Feel me here, my love?” He’s got a paw pressing hard on the imprint of his bulge. When he presses harder, you clench down, jolts of electricity tickling your spine. “Ngh, that���s right. That’s where our cubs will be. You’ll grow -god you’re so beautiful- round until you can’t see your toes anymore. Oh, and then you’ll need me to put your socks on and -so tight ha- tie your laces, right?”

“Yes, Ken!”

He’s pummelling deep inside of you, head rubbing against that spot that makes you cream even more. The force in which he’s thrusting is leaving you a shaking mess, having to cling onto the counter to steady yourself. 

“I’ll protect you -ha goodness- and our family. Always. N-no one will harm you. You’ll always be safe with me,” he chants and you’re not even sure he’s talking to you. Kento can only plunge his cock inside, that bulge at the base inching its way in with no regard for how your pussy’s having to stretch impossibly to fit all of him. 

You cling onto that one hand keeping your hips still. “Ken! I can’t. It’s too much!”

He bites your neck, digging into your skin. Those meaty arms wrap completely around you, and he’s lifting you up and dragging you down on his cock. Your head is lolled against his shoulder, limbs limp as he uses you like a glorified fleshlight. 

“Nonsense. You’ll take it all in. You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again. For your Kento, yes? For your beloved husband? For your Kenny?”

You scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, snatching you under until you’re left panting for breath, vision blurring from the tears cascading down your cheeks. He licks one that trails down your jaw and the salty taste, coupled with the almost painful squeezing of your sloppy cunt, pushes him over the edge. 

Spurts of white paint your quivering walls, your clit throbbing as he shudders against you with a prolonged growl. 

“So good. Always so good for me.” He makes a satisfied noise, grinding his hips deeper inside to plug up your pussy, keeping all of his seed inside. “What would you like, honey?”

You already know what he means and you don’t hesitate to answer, slurring, “Another boy and girl. So that we’ll have even numbers.”

His laughter rumbles and he kisses your neck, lips sliding through the sheen of sweat. He’s still holding you up with ease. “That would be nice. If we only get one boy, we can try for a girl soon after, and vice versa. What do you say, my love?”

You’re almost asleep, thoroughly exhausted even as your pussy still spasms around his thick cock, sensitive from the warmth of his flesh and his seed. Mind elsewhere, you can only reply, “Whatever you want, Ken.”

“Don’t say things like that, sweetheart. Because you know if I had it my way, you’ll always be pregnant and our house would be filled with mini yous all the time.”

The image causes him to throb inside you, cock not softening but rather getting bigger somehow. And when he begins rocking his hips once more, you know he likes the idea a little too much. 

You go for rounds after rounds until you’re leaving a trail of cum as he carries you over to the bathroom, where he takes you again and again, eating up the overflowing mixture of your combined essence.

Bear hybrid!Nanami never needs to try hard to convince you for anything. All he needs to do is flash you that soft smile and flex those huge muscles and you’re creating a sloppy mess in your panties. And he knows when he’s charm has taken the effect he intended. His sense of smell is so powerful he can tell when you’re growing needy from even across the house, where he chases you and pins you to the ground.

The next hibernation is spent taking care of newborns. A boy and a girl. And oh, how proud is your husband to have given you exactly what you wanted. His heart couldn’t be any more full. Except for a couple months later when he’s pawing at your breasts again. 

[ladyymiisa]

PINCH ‘EM!

summary: katsuki just loves your cheeks!

tags: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader, fluff, katsuki is a tease

author’s note: starting the new year off strong with katsuki fluff!! i luv him sm

if there’s one thing about you that drives katsuki absolutely insane on a daily basis, it’s your cheeks.

those soft, round, ridiculously cute, rosy cheeks that make his brain glitch like an old vending machine. they give him such violent cuteness aggression that he’s genuinely considered throwing himself off a rooftop just to reset. it’s humiliating, really, how much power your dumb face has over him.

but watching you eat? that’s a whole other level of torture. the way your cheeks puff out with every bite, like you’re stockpiling food for winter, makes his eye twitch in equal parts annoyance and affection. he calls you chipmunk, because honestly, you might as well be one. it’s absurd, it’s irrational, and it’s ruining his life. but here he is, still watching, still obsessed, like the fool he is.

“kats—ow!” you whine mid food gulp, flinching as his fingers suddenly latch onto your cheeks like a crab on a mission. with zero warning, he starts squishing and pulling them, treating your face like it’s his own personal stress toy. “what the hell are you doing?”

you manage to gripe, trying to pry his hands off your poor, defenseless cheeks. your words are muffled as he stretches them in every direction, but he doesn’t bother answering. he’s far too focused on whatever weird satisfaction he’s getting from turning your face into putty in his hands.

“try that again,” he growls, giving your cheeks another firm pinch, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “and i’ll squeeze ‘em even harder.”

you glare at him, your face still trapped in his grip. it’s hard to take him seriously when his smug smirk is stretched across his face like he just won the lottery. however, it’s clear that your discomfort is his entertainment, and it makes you want to bite back, but you can’t seem to muster the energy to do so.

meanwhile, katsuki is having the time of his life. it’s not his fault your skin is so damn malleable, like some kind of stress ball he can just squish and pull at his leisure. with every pinch, your face contorts in the most ridiculous ways, and it only makes his shit-eating smirk grow wider, as if he’s proud of the mess he’s making.

“y’look so stupid,” he mutters under his breath, loud enough for you to hear, though it sounds more like he’s speaking to himself. “stupid chipmunk,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost fond.

before you can even process what’s happening, his face is in front of yours, and with no warning, he plants a big, exaggerated smooch right on your lips. it’s awkward, considering how he’s still squishing your cheeks together, making your lips pucker out like a weird fish, but somehow, you can’t help but find it endearing.

then he does it again, this time a bit harder. and again. and again. each kiss lands wherever he can reach—your lips, your nose, your forehead, even your eyelids—like he’s trying to cover every inch of your face. you feel warmth spread across your chest from the tenderness of his gestures, even if they’re a little ridiculous. despite the absurdity of the situation, there’s something unexpectedly sweet about the way he’s so gentle with you, even when he’s teasing you relentlessly.

you’re about to tease him right back for being such a softie, ready to throw out a playful jab when, of course, he just has to ruin the moment.

“ew, katsuki!” you yelp, your voice high-pitched with surprise as he suddenly sinks his teeth into your right cheek. it’s not hard enough to hurt, more like a playful nip, but it’s wet and the way his tongue shamelessly flickers against the bite mark sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. you try to push him off, but he’s latched onto you like some feral animal.

“seriously?!” you gasp, squirming in his grip, but he remains completely unbothered. “this is disgusting! my cheek’s all wet now!” you cry, twisting and turning in his arms, trying to wipe the saliva off with your shoulder.

“serves you right for biting my shoulder earlier. y’thought i’d forget? hah.” he says with a wicked smirk, leaning back just enough to admire the mess he’s made of your face—flustered, pouty, and still glistening with the aftermath of his attack.

you groan, smacking his chest in frustration, but the bastard doesn’t even flinch. in fact, he looks proud of himself.

“you’re the absolute worst, katsuki bakugo.” you glare at him, half-exasperated, half-amused.

“yeah, i’m fuckin’ terrible,” he grins, clearly enjoying the annoyance in your voice. to emphasize his words—and to annoy you even further probably—he pinches the same cheek he just bit like an overbearing grandma checking to see if you had enough to eat.

yup, katsuki loves your cheeks, especially when they’re all flushed because of him.

[babyleostuff]

─ PINK RIBBONS

𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, domesticity, you being jeonghan's whole world (mention of the military) 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!jeonghan x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 792

natalia's note: idc if this is too dramatic, i don't want jeonghan to go

⦗💌 ⦘your favourite past time? playing with your boyfriend's hair, duh. sadly, it's the last time you get to do it for the next two years.

“here,” jeonghan drops a bunch of… somethings in your lap and sits down on the fluffy rug you bought last month, his back facing you. 

your boyfriend’s randomness is nothing new; even before you began dating, you quickly found out that yoon jeonghan was an unpredictable man. but no matter how much time has passed since you agreed to be his girlfriend, you are still taken aback each and every time he decides to do something out of the blue in his jeonghan fashion. 

you quickly grew to love his randomness, though. it’s like being surprised in the best ways possible.

“what,” you pick up a packet of colourful hair ties and hair pins, “what do you want me to do with those?”.  

jeonghan turns around and looks up to meet your eyes, his own holding nothing but fondness and warmth. “my hair,” he says and shakes his head of messy brown hair he died a couple of days ago. “we haven’t done this in a while, so i thought it’d be nice.” 

your stomach churned. how many times have you sat like this - you on the edge of the sofa and jeonghan in front of you, resting comfortably against a cushion you placed so as not to strain his back. a drama or a cooking show would be playing quietly in the background, neither of you watching it, too busy with basking in the domesticity. 

looking back, it was a no-brainer that you got addicted to your boyfriend’s hair so quickly. playing with it became a little habit of yours - before bed, in the morning, at a game night with the boys, during parties - whenever jeonghan was in your arm’s reach, you’d play with his hair, no matter if they were short or long (though you always mourned his long hair whenever he cut them). it always managed to calm you down and ground you when life got a bit too much. 

you’ve never experienced deja vu before, but if this was how it felt then you’d rather be hit with a sledge hammer. it’d hurt less. 

and now… despite that you could feel your heart breaking, you couldn’t tell him no. it’s probably the last time you’ll be able to do this before the enlistment anyway, so maybe… maybe it’ll be a nice way to celebrate his last days at home? 

“it’s hair. it’s just hair,” your mind seems to scream into the void as you grab a couple of the purple-ish hair bands and slide them on your wrist. but your heart is even louder and it feels like you’re being ripped apart. 

were you being dramatic? definitely. did you care? not at all. your whole life would change in the next day or so and despite preparing for this for such a long time now, it didn’t make it any less painful. with jeonghan leaving you’d be losing a part of yourself.

“hey,” he raises his hand and grabs your chin, “get that scowl off your face.”

“i know,” you sigh. “it’s just that-,”.

“i don’t want to hear any of that. we’re having fun tonight, honey,” jeonghan says and runs his thumb over your cheek. affection and pure love, which are always there whenever he looks at you (coups makes sure to point that out on every possible occasion), seemed to slow your racing heartbeat, because the longer you stared into his brown, gentle eyes the more your mind seemed to quiet down. oh, how you are going to miss that lovesick stare. “no more sad faces, yeah?” 

you swallow and nod, your heart heavy from all the emotions. the pink ribbons and blue pins look like the opposite of what you are feeling, but… you have to be strong. if not for yourself, then for jeonghan. 

“any specific requests?” you ask and comb your fingers gently through his silky hair.

“nope. whatever you do,” he says and turns his back to you, “it’ll look perfect.” you couldn't see jeonghan’s face, but you could hear the smile in his voice. 

placing a peck on your exposed leg, he makes himself comfortable against the cushions and lets out his grandpa-esque sigh. 

what the next days are going to bring - you aren’t sure. you don’t even want to think about it. but for now… for now, you are as content as you can be. enveloped by your love’s affection like a security blanket, his warm hands sliding up and down your calves, as if reminding you that he’s still there, it is enough for you. enough to swallow your tears and put a brave smile on your face for the man sitting in front of you. 

for now it is only you and him and all the pink ribbons.

taglist (if you want to be added, check my masterlist): @jeonghansshitester @weird-bookworm @sea-moon-star @hanniehaee @wonwooz1 @byprettymar @edgaralienpoe @staranghae @itza-meee @eightlightstar @immabecreepin @whatsgyud @hyneyedfiz @honestlydopetree @vicehectic @dkswife @uniq-tastic @marisblogg @aaniag @daegutowns @carlesscat-thinklogic23 @embrace-themagic @ohmyhuenings @nidda13 @hrts4hanniehae @k-drama-adict @isabellah29 @f4iryjjosh @bangantokchy @mrswonwooo @bangtancultsposts @lllucere @athanasiasakura @onlyyjeonghan @haecien @caramyisabitchforsvtandbts @hannahhbahng @valgracia @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @mirxzii @hhusbuds @wonranghaeee @rosiesauriostuff @gyuguys @tomodachiii @veryfabday @lilmochiandsuga @asasilentreader @mrsnervous @bewoyewo @sharonxdevi @wondipity @gyuguys @raginghellfire @treehouse-mouse @waldau @wonootnoot @hellodefthings @dokyeomkyeom @sourkimchi @bbysnw @hoichi02 @aaa-sia @haneulparadx @minvrsev @zozojella @wonootnoot @kimingyuslover @wntrei @honglynights @jihoonsbbygirl @uhdrienne @bloodcanbehot  @iamawkwardandshy  @icyminghao @heeseungthel0ml @goyangiiwonu @bath1lda @ruurooozz @ny0sang @luuxian @onerubii  @hurrican3-insert-nam3 @mekuiikore @luvseungcheol @thenotoriousegg @yuuyeonie @soffiyuhh @svtficsarchive @hyperdramas @huen1ngk41 @lesuneczka @oc3anfloor @gyuguys @fr-freak @bewoyewo

[vagabond-umlaut]

you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry

only the sun has come this close, only the sun

gojo satoru x wife!reader; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; gojo LOVERBOY™️ satoru; you aren't any better than him [but less poetic abt the predicament]; tw: pregnancy, 1 tiny mention of throwing up; satoru calls you 'cookie'; and he redefines the word besotted here; his thoughts are also a little yandere-ish but tht's cute, methinks; 2.3k wc; i just wish satoru was real and in my arms rn T-T

belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna

the fic title and summary don't rly hv a very strong connection to the fic plot— except the fact they fit both satoru's & reader's characters in this series to a tee ^_^

fic title and summary from 'gps' by shauna barbosa // header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

you are clingy.

always have been, in fact, now that gojo thinks about it. long before the two of you were married. long before you were engaged. quite a long time before the two of you were anything apart from friends at best, acquaintances at worst.

yet now, as he feels a pair of arms squeeze tighter around his middle, not really still very much squeezing the air out of him— your husband reckons you've grown loads clingier now—

and he loves you for this. loving you even more when he feels kisses being pressed into the space between his shoulder blades.

soft lips, a tad chapped. not without the shy grazing of your teeth.

just how he likes it.

very much how he adores you.

affection, settled deeper than should be feasible into the hollow of his chest, flutters a little when you nuzzle into his back; that pleased little hum of yours quick to follow it. smiling, gojo turns his head a touch to catch a glimpse of you. it takes a beat before you remove your face to lock eyes with him, before returning your face to his back.

he huffs a chuckle, sounding incredibly fond all the same. his feelings for you can never be suppressed anyway. time has proved this to him enough number of times.

he runs a finger down the length of your arm, relishing how it leaves a line of goosebumps in its wake—

"you wanna tell me something, cookie?" your husband finally asks.

your reply doesn't come immediately. and when it does, it is nothing more than a noncommittal noise. too spoiled. too stubborn. a bit too satisfied as well, the emotion further expressed when you nuzzle his back yet again.

gojo's smile grows bigger. his cheeks hurt a little.

he thinks he can live forever with this kind of pain, not even a sigh of complaint ever leaving him.

"aha—" he exclaims loudly, still soft enough to keep the quiet of this sweet bubble you've pulled you both into, "so it's just my irresistible charm that's making you so clingy tonight, hm?"

another beat passes.

and just when he thinks he might have to do with another one of your indistinct sounds for an answer, you speak. to be more precise, whine and grumble, everything so sweet in your adorable voice.

"it's not me being clingy, 'toru— it's the baby— the baby is making me so clingy. making me feel as if i can't live even for one second without squishing you like thisss!!!"

the first reaction your tightening grasp brings out is the wind getting knocked out of his lungs— the second reaction being all that oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide being replaced by a feeling so fierce and so tender— the strongest thinks his knees would have buckled under its weight had he not been lying down but standing—

not that he really minds that, though.

for you, he's always on his knees. whether you ask it of him or not. the only light in this world he is willing to bow his eyes before.

it takes him not too much effort but gojo makes a point of struggling whilst he shifts in your hold. and grins when he finally comes face-to-face with you, drinking in the way your brows are puckered and lips a little parted in an incredulous expression.

his grin simmers down however, when his six eyes notice the spark in your tummy. so tiny. so blinding. so priceless— to him and you both— he knows this, surer than he is of the scars on his palms.

thumbing the hem of your t-shirt, he hums, dragging his eyes back to be drowned in yours, "how many weeks along are you, wifey?"

"satoru," you start, voice turning sharper and just as skeptical as your face was, still is— only to be shushed by a finger to your lips. the man addressed feels his heart skip a beat at your confused big scowl— it's got to be a crime to be as cute as you— really!!!

he pinches your cheek lightly.

"it isn't like i don't remember that, cookie. i just wanted you to say it— c'mon, tell me quickly!" he presses, noting then utilising the moment your face begins to lose its cynical hue over his words.

the scowl lingers there however, twisting your delectably pretty lips—

"nine weeks," you say, hooking a leg over his waist to pull him closer. can he be any closer to you, though? your answer is always a yes, he knows you well enough to know this.

"thirty-one weeks more before we meet our baby."

it's not exactly thirty-one weeks; it's thirty weeks and five days before either of you can meet the baby, but gojo decides not to point out the error. you always hate it when he points out your tiny errors and make a point of snarking about it every time he opens his mouth to speak a word next— the man is wary not to upset his wife, yes, thank you very much.

he offers a sage "hm" in response, one he observes you accept slowly. the scowl lifts itself into a curve so fond— gojo thinks once before he vaults his next query your way. not wanting to see that smile vanish in front of him—

the ask won't cause anything so. but he can never be too sure. he has read too many books and articles to not grasp how fragile pregnancy hormones can make one be.

he tucks a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.

fingers tarrying there when he sees you lean into his touch— not akin a moth to a bright flame, no. he can never hurt you. not even for once in his wildest dreams—

but how the north pole of a magnet hurries towards the south pole of another magnet. so different in their nature, a perfect pair of opposite crafted by the nature— maybe that's why nothing can ever stop them from rushing to each other once they're proximated, the lines of their mutual attraction existing even when thousands of miles apart.

just like you and him.

contrasting, complementing, completing each other every instant, in every facet of life.

he lets his fingers dance through the tangles in your hair, unravelling the knots in there. that pleased little hum of yours reaches him once again.

stowing the sound away, later to be placed on a pedestal in an ornate glass case as the most valuable praise ever given to him for his effort, he runs a gentle hand, nails scratching your scalp carefully.

"and at nine weeks old, just how big might our baby be?"

"i think there is a chart comparing our baby's size to fruits..." syllables unhurried and a pinch mumbled, you press your heel to draw him in a little more. "i did not really read that too attentively— oh. but. yeah!" a grin forms on your features, sleepy still twinkling in excitement.

"shoko sent me a link to this website earlier today— any ideas, 'toru, what it might be about?"

gojo does have an idea. he has a very, very good idea.

but he chooses not to say that aloud. you look so extremely adorable when you are being this excited. he would hate nothing more than to see your amped up self getting interrupted by him.

he shakes his head. your grin brightens. eyes crinkling with a glint, he can tell even without looking, is knowing.

the tips of your fingers caress his bare back, softer than a breath. "it's about when our baby forms which organs— our baby's eyes are being formed now!!! isn't that too cute, 'toru?"

"it is, cookie," he hums without any hesitation, six eyes activating one more time to zero in on that teeny-tiny spark. then deactivating when he looks back up to your sleepy eyes. a terribly tickled, equally wicked glimmer creeps into his grin. "so our baby is just like a tiny ball of cells with two big blue eyes, huh? they must look so scary, heh— ouch!"

your pinch did not really pain him, but gojo does his best to mimic an awfully wounded puppy, sogging wet from the rain and waiting at the doorstep with his moving blue eyes— it takes less than three seconds before you let go of your glare with a sigh.

you massaging the sore spot on his arm, your husband watches you give yet another sigh.

"first of all, there's no guarantee our baby will have your eye color and not mine, 'toru," you explain, pinning him under your drowsy stare, "it is very difficult to predict that for sure— and secondly: i'll punch you if you ever call our baby scary— sure, they don't really look like a human in this moment, but they'll slowly get there in forty weeks— as per the website, their face, hands and feet are forming in the ninth—"

"okay, alright!! i get your point, my insanely smart, insanely beautiful, insanely sexy wife," gojo cuts in, smiling while warning bells chime in his head at the faintest gloss in your eyes—

but maybe they weren't noisy enough. that is why he doesn't bite his tongue, rather continuing, "but you weren't actually blaming our poor human-ey baby for your clinginess, were you? it's not like they have a telepathic communication set up with you— hell, maybe they haven't even started forming their brain!"

"the baby's brain starts forming by the fifth week, satoru," your quiet reply reaches him exactly when he gets his last giggle out. the moist sheen in your eyes grows more prominent.

and his insides begin to twist—

one-third helpless. two-thirds contrite.

you don't stop talking, tone lower than he has heard you use in nearly forever, "and you better not comment on my bond with our baby— i'll punch you twice if you—"

"i wasn't doing that and i promise to never make you feel that way, my cutie-pie cookie," gojo interrupts, voice far gentler than earlier, just as low as yours, "but feel free to throw me out the house if i ever do that, even accidentally. okay?"

you're not okay.

you never are, when it comes to you being actually harsh to him, even when he's the one asking you to be— shakespeare once called love to be blind— your husband doesn't think you're blind, however. it is your well-contemplated decision to see his mistakes and see each of them as excusable, perfectly pardonable, no matter how silly or serious the world might regard them to be—

you make a noise. somewhat annoyed. unhappy too, yeah. before you push your face into the crook of his neck, nose nuzzling into the flesh there.

you would have bitten him by now. but he reckons you might be a bit too tired for all that. you couldn't even finish your dinner before facing the urge to throw up tonight, yet again.

feeling sorry, almost, gojo resumes his ministrations to your hair, half because you need to fall asleep now; the hands on the clock are close to striking midnight. the other half because he just loves playing with your hair— only to still when you suddenly pull your head back.

brows furrowed as you peer at him, eyes big and earnest.

"you don't really mind when i hug you like this, do you, 'toru?"

"no, cookie!! of course not!!" the man wastes not even a breath before he rushes to explain— because seriously, what!??

sure, he wasn't the first one to fall between you two. but ever since he did fall, he has never not expressed how every second away from you, every fraction of an instant away from you, causes him pain.

and yeah, he might have been a tad too dramatic whilst doing so, but you've always been so good at reading him— then why on earth can't you read him now? why don't you read, he loves it when you seek him out, he loves you more than anyone and anything else??

"good," your satisfied little chirp gives him a light shove away from his frantic thoughts. something tells him he should be put on alert by the way your lips curve into a smug smile next.

but gojo finds himself uncaring. just immensely relieved as he trails his fingers from the back of your head to your chin. thumb reaching out to brush the corner of your infectious smile. you continue.

"but even if you did mind, sorry not sorry— you were the one who put the ring on my finger, so you have to deal with everything i'm, mister!! no refunds nor complaints can be filed here, gojo-san~"

and neither refunds nor complaints he wishes to file, satoru muses to himself as he cups your cheek in one hand. bending down to steal the taste of your beam, your tease, your love for him on his tongue—

not when he has received the world in exchange for letting go of that poor splintered mess of a heart, he used to call his, but is now yours.

and will always stay yours—

"hey 'toru— what will you do if i chomp on your fingers right now, like really hard? will you yell? or will you be the freak that you're and enjoy it, huh?"

gojo pauses.

and wonders.

is there any binding vow one can make to secure oneself to another in every lifetime, for all eternity?

he hopes there is.

your husband really, seriously hopes there is—

'cause no way in heaven, earth or hell, does gojo satoru want to let go of you— and he will not let go of you.

this idea was ROTTING in my brain for ages, but wht gave me the spark– the boost to write this was the wonderful sukuna fic written by ari @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ❤️❤️❤️ i seriously love u & ur writings sm, babes 🥹🥹 everyone pls go check their masterlist out. it's studded w diamonds and pearls 😌😌🥰

and this is also for my sweet & sour bestie mimi @avatarofstars 🤭🤭— u 🤝 me in being clingy af towards our fictional hubbies 😂😂🥰

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

masterlist

[streamsofmoon]

vi x f!reader

synopsis: vi wants a new piercing. she wants you to do it.

a/n: please don't pierce yourself unless you know what you're doing. these two are just silly.

"vi, this isn't safe," you say as vi pulls out a needle from one of the bathroom's drawers. you watch as she fiddles with it for a moment, checking it out before grabbing some rubbing alcohol from the cabinet.

"says who?" vi replies, reaching for the plastic bowl she uses to mix dyes. she pours a bit of the alcohol in it before dumping in the needle. you know the bowl is clean, but that still doesn't seem sanitary.

"says me, the untrained piercer," you snark and vi laughs, fishing the needle out and drying it with a hand towel. "y'know, the one who has never pierced anything in her life and is now being asked by her girlfriend to do so."

vi gives the needle a little shake after wiping it, looking you right in the eye. "you worry too much," she tells you and you gape, eyebrows raised as vi goes about removing cotton pads. "you're just passing a needle through my ear, it's not the end of the world." she then smirks. "it's not like i'm asking you to pierce my nipple...unless, that's what you want—"

"shut up," you say, deadpan. "and excuse me for caring about hurting my girlfriend and inevitably giving her an ear infection."

vi chuckles, fond, as she finishes setting up the impromptu piercing station. she then turns to you so she can pull you in, strong arms wrapped firm around your waist. you try to evade her puppy dog eyes, tilting your head this way and that until vi catches you with one hand grasping your chin.

"baby," she says softly. "it's gonna be okay. you know i trust you with my entire self."

"i know," you mumble, avoiding her gaze still. "it's just that...i'd feel bad if you ended up hurt because we decided to do something stupid, and i endorsed it."

vi snorts. "honey, you always endorsed my stupid shit."

"not always," you reply weakly, like you can't even lie to yourself. "i didn't let you jump off the roof into mel's pool last saturday."

"that was after you said it'd be cool if i did a flip while i jumped," vi says, grinning. "then you remembered that i could break many bones and panicked."

"yeah, well," you reply, now smiling. "i never said my methods were smart."

vi hums a laugh, leading you into a gentle sway. "i still want you to pierce my ear," she says after a minute. "but i totally understand if you don't wanna. your comfort comes first, baby."

"i know," you sigh before looking at her, resigned but amused. "let's do it."

vi lights up, beaming. "really? you sure?"

"yeah," you match her bright smile. "it'd be interesting, and hey, if i'm lucky, maybe you'll cry." you tease as vi scoffs playfully.

"i've pierced my own cartilage without a wince, you won't be seeing a tear from me."

"then why am i piercing you?"

"couple activities, babe."

[foreid]

◜﹢﹒ — ❝ONE OF YOUR GIRLS…! ❞

wrd count: 1783

warnings: smut, landlord!joel x fem!reader, y/n is a scholar, joel loves to eat!, face riding, cliffhanger, dirty talk, age gap, semi-perv!joel

a/n: hi my babies !!!!! i am back (for now) .. i started this a while ago and finally finished it :3 as usual, not proofread. and i’m also working on another fic. i just love this oldie so much. hes so southern and sexy. expect more of this! love u! enjoy ;)

“g’mornin’. y’know rent was due last week, right?” your landlord spoke to you once you opened your front door, his thick southern drawl rolling out his throat and right between your thighs.

his arm, resting on the doorway of the entrance to your apartment.

thick muscles rippling through his tight grey flannel as his hand and forearm relaxed just over his head.

joel threw you a not-so serious look, his tone was absentmindedly sarcastic, eyes waiting for whatever excuse you would conduct this time.

you were eye candy to him, he always thought you were the prettiest on the third floor.

far too young for him though. or so he thought.

“oh, mr. miller, i’m so sorry. exams came up and it totally crossed my mind,”

“i’ve just got so much going on.” you pouted, holding into the edge of your door, looking up at him as he surpassed your height, batting your lashes and sticking out your bottom lip, flipping your hair off your shoulders.

letting the strap of your tank top slide off just a tad.

there wasn’t a smile on his face. but his lip did twitch slightly, almost hinting at one.

he shook his head in shock at the extents you were willing to go to. “i can’t keep extending these deadlines, y/n. you know this.”

he knew all about your little game, the flirting, pouting. fuck, the bare shoulder? tight shorts? you knew just exactly what you were doing to him.

and he was all for it.

“it’s unfair to people who actually, do, pay their rent.” joel said in a low whisper, letting out a dry chuckle at your absurdity.

you couldn’t help but suck your bottom lip between your teeth, gripping the wood on the door at the way he was speaking to you.

voice so deep and just fucking sexy, speaking to you like you were some idiotic bimbo who didn’t know shit.

but you were incredibly into it. his hard, chiseled face and low eyes staring right at you and not past you.

a doe-eyed look was plastered on your face, keeping your soft, pillowy lips in a pout as you stared at him.

he looked as if he was still trying not to budge.

eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

the silence made your head hurt and your heart punch through your skin.

“maybe i could… pay you back in,”

you swallowed dryly, suddenly breaking the strong eye contact to think harshly about what you were going to say.

“i could pay you back in a different way.”

silence.

his brows raised in surprise, but his eyes sprung low with enlightenment.

“if ‘m assuming what yer insinuating, sugar; doesn’t my age… intimidate you?” he whispered, the lower his voice got, the thicker his accent grew. the sexier he sounded. leaning in just a bit too close for comfort.

he was intrigued.

if anything, joel has always been fond of you. since the day he handed you the keys to your one bedroom.

since he caught you sliding your clothes into the washing machine of the public laundry, bending over just a tad too much,

your oversized shirt with no pants under leaving nothing for his imagination.

leading him to tug one out in his office at the idea of holding your sheer, lacy panties to the side and sliding you down on his fat cock.

nice and slow.

“why would it intimidate me? i think it makes you ten times sexier, mister miller.” a soft bite on to your bottom lip, and he caught on quick.

the way you practically moaned out his last name made him twitch in his washed out jeans.

joel miller was always known to be a swift man.

╴⊹ꮺ˚

feet shifting amongst the carpeted floor, one following the other, crashing into one another.

his hands roaming under your skimpy outfit, aggressive kisses and heavy breathing.

you squirm underneath him.

leading him towards your bedroom that was parallel to the front door which stood across the house.

your back came to harsh contact with the plaster on the door, his hand stabilizing you, grabbing your thigh and pulling it up by your knee.

all movement came to a still, his mouth scoping down your neck.

a throaty groan of approval leaving his lips as he tasted you, the peppered hairs resting on his chin tickling your soft skin.

it’d been a while since you got any.

since your most recent break up, actually.

a long-term relationship and he wasn’t ever all that good in bed, to be honest.

so the way joel was helping himself with you but also catering to your needs, had your knees buckling and a pool quickly forming in between your legs.

soiling all through your panties. all wet for him.

his hands were strong but polite, it made everything ten times more intimate than it really was.

with a blank mind and quiet noises, your passionate thoughts quickly came to a halt at the feeling of thick, calloused fingers teasing you gently in between your thighs.

joel quickly hummed in appreciation. “already so wet f’me? what a good girl.”

holy shit. no one has ever spoken to you like that, ever. so you reacted with a quiet whine. embarrassed at how quickly your body reacted to his touch and words.

a gasp leaves your mouth, grabbing instinctively onto his broad shoulders.

your sudden desperation earned a familiar smile from him, hand gripping your thigh to spread your legs apart.

joel’s lips continued their way down your neck, slipping slowly over your chest until he reached your navel.

his fingers tugged at the strap of your shorts, sliding them past your thighs.

they made a stop at your knees and it wasn’t too far after until your lacy panties followed along.

while his hands were doing this, his rough mouth was sloppily kissing down your stomach.

teasing and tongue-slapping against your thighs.

you couldn’t take it any more, whining and rutting your hips against nothing while he teased you mercilessly.

“m— mister miller. please…” you begged, throwing your head back against the door, eyes shut tight. unable to even look down at what he was doing to you.

the name earned a grunt of endorsement from him, you could feel his lips shift against your skin.

he dove right in, worshipping the delicious taste on his tongue.

a shock wave spiked through your entire body, causing your hands to grab full of the locks on his scalp, mouth wide open and eyes closed.

leaving you to rely on only your four other senses. which made everything feel so much better.

he kept moving his jaw, lips parting in a pattern. slow and ravenous, in ways that no one has ever done to you before.

his mouth worked absolute wonders, in sweet-talking but also in absolutely ravishing you.

your eyes were abruptly wide open, as if they were about to bulge out the sockets despite their frequent time being shut.

with one more flat stripe across your slit, you started to feel a white-hot sensation in your stomach.

he seemed to love the taste. low groans and moans into your cunt, gripping your thighs the more he ate you.

his eyes were never shut. looking at your pretty arousal or up past you.

every time his rough nose bumped against your clit, you were rutting against it, in hopes of any friction to make you cum just right.

and that's exactly what happened.

you were so soaked. from your own arousal but from all of his saliva.

joel was more than focused on making you feel good. causing two digits to tease your, waiting for approval to be inside of you.

“c’mon, doll. lemme feel you.” he groaned into your pussy as a rough, thick finger slid inside of you.

caressing your plush walls eventually, another one could fit.

he was knuckles deep, stretching and pushing as deep as he could.

“g’nna cum… m- mister. i’m— fuck—” your head was spinning, his fingers were curving, hitting a spot you didn’t even know existed.

his lips were stuck on your clit, sucking for his life and gliding his fingers inside of you. “‘s it, baby. cum on m’face.” his voice echoed through you, muffled, but you could hear everything clearly.

you could feel everything.

the band in your stomach snapped and you were riding out an orgasm that made your heart pound against your chest, your eyes were rolling back, lewd mewls spewing out of your mouth.

coming down from your high, you realized just exactly who was in between your thighs. holding your hips to keep you steady, still respectful even after just devouring you completely.

a soft noise left your lips as he ducked his head down, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder.

it was relaxing, comforting, somehow. he was so gentle, contradicting the rough feel of his callous hands.

“i… i’ll try and get that rent to you by next thursday.” you mumbled, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed of the state you were in.

he was still somehow so stoic, but he manages to huff out a laugh. shaking his head. “i’ll cover you again, but i can’t promise i’ll be this nice next time.”

it sounded more like a threat than a promise, his honey sweet drawl mumbling against the shell of your ear.

you wanted more.

craved more. but it felt selfish to even insinuate or ask for it. so you stayed silent. trying to hold your best poker face.

he clocked onto your very readable expression, smiling almost to himself at how easy you gave yourself away.

“if ‘m not mistaken, i’d think you ‘n i weren’t done here.” joel wanted you to agree. wanted to bend you over against the wall and fuck you senseless. he was pussy-whipped after just half an hour.

the dilation of his pupils made all the color in his eyes dissolve into pure darkness, replacing all life with lust.

it made you blush, along with the feeling of tight denim pressing against your upper thigh. it was flattering to say the least.

a man twice your age practically pining for you. sudden, but it made your ego grow twice in size.

“i think you are mistaken.” you couldn’t let him know how much you wanted it. couldn’t let his head get too big.

you swore you almost cracked a smile out of him. one day you would.

even if it meant having his head between your thighs over and over again.

[avcdgrdn]

── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part two ]

[ a continuation of part one ]

mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader

tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 1875

˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚

in any other circumstances, you wouldn’t even dare to imagine holding a man you had just met the same day.

but stan … was different.

when your eyes first locked with his from across the counter, you could tell that he was hurting, and badly. he was trying so hard to cover it up, and it worked for the most part — after all, up until now, nobody had cared about him enough to see through his facade.

but you saw straight through him. and not only that, you actually did something about it. you offered to care for his needs, at your own expense.

his father only ever saw him as an expense.

so, there you were, sitting at the bar, holding onto the maroon fabric of his jacket as he trembled like a leaf.

the scent of cigarette smoke and pine needles was strong in your nose as he buried his face into your shoulder. you could feel his stubble scratching against your skin.

there was a part of you that wanted to speak up and comfort him, but ultimately you decided against it. you didn’t quite know enough about him to be able to speak to his situation.

after a few minutes, stan seemed to be calming down. his breathing became even, although he was still clinging onto you tightly.

“i …”

his voice was cracked and raspy.

“i … screwed up. i don’t … know how i’m gonna fix it.”

your brow furrowed as you listened to him.

“y’know, stan … i don’t know what you’re going through. but can you do me one favor?”

“... yeah?”

“look at me.”

slowly, the brunet lifted his head, pulling himself back just enough to be able to look at you. his eyes were red and puffy, but his gaze was sincere.

you looked back at him, determined. “i’m gonna help you out.”

stan didn’t know how to react. he swallowed a lump in his throat, scanning your face as if to check whether you were lying to him or not.

“... you don’t … hafta do that. i brought it on myself—”

“i don’t care.”

his eyes widened.

“if i can keep somebody from a worse fate, then i’ll do it. let me give you a place to stay, even if it’s just for a little while.” you smiled warmly, squeezing his arm for emphasis. “you shouldn’t have to feel like your life means nothing.”

“… you’re an angel.”

those words made you blush. “i–i wouldn’t say that—”

uh-oh, he’s smirking now. chuckling lowly, he let go of you so that he could cross his arms over his chest.

“what, are you tryna tell me you’re not sent from heaven? think about it. you’re saving my biscuits here, toots.” there was serious gratitude in his tone, despite his teasing. at least he seemed to be in a better mood. “i think i’ll hafta call you that more often, yeah? angel.”

you laughed nervously, trying desperately to distract yourself from your red hot face. “really? h–how interesting …”

stan snickered again, gazing at you for a moment longer with fondness dancing in his brown eyes. then, glancing at the wall clock, he realized the time. “damn, it’s midnight. i should probably stop bothering you ‘nd get to bed, huh?”

“huh, it is late … i should sleep, too.”

“then it’s decided. i’ll see ya tomorrow.” he hummed, standing from his seat and stretching out his arms before cracking a soft smile and turning around to walk towards his room.

you were left to watch him leave, your eyes following his footsteps as he made his way back up the staircase.

approximately eight hours later, you awoke to the sunlight gently filtering through your bedside window, causing your eyelids to flutter open.

the events of last night came flooding back into your mind.

i guess i’ll be seeing a whole lot more of him …

sitting up in bed, you yawned, rubbing your face sleepily.

“mm … what time is it …”

the alarm clock on your nightstand read 8:02 am.

shoot, i overslept—oh, wait. it’s my day off.

that little fact was enough to put you in a good mood for the morning. humming happily to yourself, you began to get ready for the day, picking out a comfortable outfit and a few accessories.

descending two flights of stairs, you wandered into the lobby of your inn, greeting a few different patrons and employees with a cheerful wave. it was breakfast rush hour for the kitchen, and you could catch glimpses of your executive chef running to and fro behind the bar.

he seems pretty busy today. maybe i’ll grab a bite to eat somewhere? hmm, but the question is where …

just then, your train of thought was interrupted by the sound of someone calling out your name.

you whipped around to locate the voice’s source, and there was stan, walking towards you at a leisurely pace. a radiant grin broke out on your face.

“stan! hey, good morning! how’d you sleep?”

raising a brow, he chuckled at your energy. “well, good morning, sunshine. i slept like a baby, thanks t’ you.”

“ah, don’t mention it.” you smiled, placing your hands on your hips. “i’m just glad you could sleep.”

the two of you looked at each other for a second.

why did his stare make you feel butterflies in your chest?

probably unimportant ………… right? yeah.

clearing your throat, you averted your gaze before you started to blush again. “so, um … have you had anything to eat yet?”

“nah. i was just about to, though.” to be frank, he had totally forgotten that he had access to breakfast until you just mentioned it.

“sounds goo–”

you paused mid-sentence, remembering something.

“actually … i was planning on eating out for breakfast today. would you wanna join me? since the kitchen is bustling and all …”

oh, wow. did you really just ask him out to breakfast? it didn’t hit you until after you had said it out loud that it could be considered that way. oops. was that weird? were you weird? augh.

stan had half a mind to tease you senseless for how cute that was, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. he wouldn’t wanna ruin his chances at having breakfast with you.

“you kiddin’? i’d love that.” he nodded his head, flattered and amused. “not many people can say they’ve had breakfast with an angel, ya know.”

your ears turned red.

i walked right into that one. darn you and your smooth talking …

“oh, let’s just go already.” embarrassed, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him along towards the front door. stan laughed heartily, allowing himself to be led.

it wasn’t long before you arrived at one of your favorite diners in town, known for their homey atmosphere and good breakfast. walking into the building, you were met with the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. the two of you breathed it in simultaneously, sighing.

“reminds me of breakfast as a kid.” stanley mused, thinking of the days when he and ford would poke at each other’s food and giggle. you smiled, watching his expression.

“c’mon, this way.” you beckoned him over towards the table you usually sat at, and a familiar waitress walked over to you as you settled in.

“good morning, loyal patron~ i see you’ve brought a plus one today, yes?”

“uh—yes. don’t go jumping to conclusions, though …”

the waitress grinned innocently. “of course. now, what can i get for you two?”

stan wound up ordering pancakes with bacon and eggs, while you settled on some waffles and a mug of coffee. you could have sworn you saw that waitress giggling to her coworker about something as she went on her way, but you shook your head to yourself in an attempt to ignore it. instead, you directed your attention towards the man sitting across from you.

“so, i’m guessin’ you’re a regular here?” he tilted his head, leaning back against his seat. there was a smirk plastered onto his face that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“you would guess correctly.” you hummed, picking up the salt shaker on the table and fidgeting with it absentmindedly. “have you ever been?”

a rumbling sigh escaped his lips.

“nah … i’m not exactly from around here.”

your gaze was trained on him. so far, he’s kept a laid-back demeanor, not to mention that little smirk that drives you insane—but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was way more depth to his character than he let on.

“yeah? where’re you from?”

“...”

there was a brief silence. his chocolate brown eyes, warmly lit by the sun, stared into your soul.

“i’m from new jersey.”

your eyebrows shot up. “from jersey? wow … you’re far from home, then.”

“it’s not home anymore.”

you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again. stan was staring out the window, a frown creasing his face.

“i … sorry. sensitive topic?”

he turned back to you, a faint blush appearing on his face. “uh … well, yeah, i guess … it’s okay.”

“come again?”

“... it’s, uh—i–i’m okay, if it’s you.”

he was a darker shade of red now, scratching awkwardly at his stubble. he felt so … vulnerable. but somehow, he was okay with it.

at that moment, the waitress came back with plates of food. “order up!”

you watched as you were served, salivating as you saw golden waffles covered in butter and syrup smiling up at you. it didn’t take long for the both of you to start digging in.

“... wow.” after the first few bites, stan had stars in his eyes. “it tastes just like ma’s.”

“was your mom a good cook?”

he snorted. “well, she wasn’t exactly a michelin star chef, but she could make some damn good flapjacks. at least, i sure thought so.” putting another forkful of pancake into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully. you simply propped your head on one hand, watching.

“i always told her she could sell ‘em for a fortune.”

his tone was soft with nostalgia.

“she just laughed. prob’ly cause i was five when i told her that.”

“they must’ve been really something, huh?”

“they were. all my life, i dreamt of selling somethin’ as good as that. i haven’t stopped trying, either.”

he scoffed.

“most of ‘em have been a bust.”

you hummed softly in understanding.

“you’re still trying, though. that’s worth more than any failed effort.”

he looked up from his plate. “... you think so?”

“sure i do.” lifting your mug, you took a sip of coffee. “perseverance is worth a lot.”

stan could barely handle your uplifting words. his heart was squeezing in his chest. covering his flustered face with one hand, he leaned against the table, grumbling.

“... an angel … God sent an angel.”

“what?”

“what? nothing.”

a few hours later, you were walking side by side back to the inn. stan couldn’t help but admire the way the fall breeze tousled your hair, and the gentle smile on his face was speaking his thoughts out loud.

he’d never known that somebody this beautiful could even exist.

maybe ...

maybe he hasn’t hit rock bottom quite yet.

end

[ part three ]

author's note:

thank you for all the love on this fic !!! :D

i gotta keep cooking.

if you have any fic or headcanon requests, hit up my askbox! <3

tag list: @icouldntthinkofanythingclever @seahorrorz @blustalker @hay-needle @phanmai1002

[moonstruckme]

Just thinking about reader being in the position of having to take care of poly emt!marauders 🥹 whether they’re physically hurt or just mentally /physically tired, reader is there for them!!!! Instant self care night and spoiling the boys to the max, anything to make them feel better and help prevent work burnout. Reader may not be a medical professional but def knows how to take care of the boys individually and together <3

Thanks for requesting love <3

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 931 words

You’ve been waiting to hear someone’s key in the door for the past half hour. You feel oddly like you’re preparing for guests, having gone out to get a bunch of food and drinks you don’t always keep stocked and making sure all the blankets are washed for when the boys get home. You’re almost nervous. 

James had texted you a few hours from the end of their shift to warn you that the other boys might be in a dour mood when they got home. He was sparing with the details and naturally showed no concern for his own mental state, but you gather it was a rough day. You know it’s bound to happen, in your boyfriends’ line of work, but it still breaks your heart when it happens to them. You wish desperately that you could sequester them in their own little bubble of happiness, where none of the bad things in the world can touch them. God knows they deserve it. 

A key twists in the front door, and you all but jump up, hurrying to fetch the blankets from the dryer. 

“Hi, angel,” James calls into the house, false cheer in every note of his voice. 

“Hi,” you reply from behind an armful of blankets. “How are you, loves?” 

Sirius looks sullen, but Remus manages a half-smile. “Been a bit better,” he says, “but alright.” 

“Yeah, I heard.” You deposit the blankets in a heap on the couch, walking over to Sirius and snaking your arms around his middle. 

“I tattled,” James says to Remus’ inquisitive look. Remus only hums. 

Sirius’ strong arms bind you tightly to his front, his face pressing into the juncture of your shoulder and your neck. “Thanks,” he murmurs into your skin. 

You pet his hair. “Do you guys feel like watching a movie? I got snacks. Or we could have a shower?” You’re rambling a bit, but it’s hard to stop. “Or if you just feel like going to bed, I get that too. I washed the sheets.” 

Remus takes a big breath. Gives you another smile. “That all sounds so nice, dovey. I’m game for a movie.” 

You smile back at him, giving Sirius a good squeeze before releasing him. “Alright, settle in on the couch,” you instruct. “I’m going to go grab some things from the kitchen.” 

“I’ll help,” James says instantly, making to follow you. But you turn around, setting your hands on his chest. 

“Go sit down,” you tell him gently. “I’ve got it.” 

He raises his eyebrows at you but does, pivoting back towards the couch. 

“Fuck, it smells good in here,” Sirius says, and you smile to yourself. You’d lit his favorite candles an hour before you knew they’d be getting home. 

“These blankets are so warm.” James is snuggling up underneath one when you come back in, Sirius having made himself comfortable in the space between Remus’ legs. You start distributing snacks. 

“They just came out of the dryer,” you say. 

“Sweetheart.” Sirius looks at you, his gray eyes already a bit less solemn. There’s a few dozen thank yous and I love yous wrapped up in that one word. You give him a little smile to let him know you hear them. 

You’ve gotten Remus a few different kinds of chocolate, and his lips part in surprise when you dump them all on the coffee table in front of him. You wanted him to be well supplied. If anyone broke Remus’ heart, you’re positive chocolate would come spilling out. 

“Does anyone want tea or hot chocolate or anything?” you ask. 

James shakes his head, and Remus says, “We’re well stocked here.” His voice is soft, warm with fondness. “Sit down with us.” 

You cozy up to James’ side, letting him tuck you underneath an arm and trying not to mind that he smells a bit like hospital. Remus lets Sirius pick the movie, a testament to how upset they must all be, and you nose affectionately at James’ cheek. 

“Do you want to have a shower?” you ask him quietly. “I know you usually like to wash the day off of you.” 

“I will soon,” he replies, turning his face to smear a kiss across your forehead, “but I think I just want to do this for a little while first. Be with you guys.” You look up at him, and he smiles, seraphim. “You’ve really prepared quite the setup for us, haven’t you?” 

You turn your cheek into his chest, having a hard time congratulating yourself when your boyfriends all seem so heartbreakingly glum. “I know you’ve had a hard day,” you tell him.

“Mm.” James drops another kiss on the top of your head, giving you a heart-aching squeeze. “Well thanks, angel. This is really nice.” 

You look at Remus and Sirius on the other end of the couch, the latter with his cheek squished up against your boyfriend’s chest, scrolling through options on the TV while the former wipes a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. You tilt your head back to see James. His eyes are a bit wearier than usual behind his glasses as he smiles down at you. 

“Are you okay?” you ask softly. 

His smile falters, brows pulling up a bit in the middle at the concern heavying your tone. He rubs your upper arm, and you wriggle your arms around his waist in return, hugging him awkwardly. 

“Yeah,” he tells you, no false lightness undercutting the candor in his voice. “We’ll be fine, sweetheart. We’ve got everything we need right here.” 

[gotta-winwin]

(🐍) ... minghao x reader

⭐ starring: minghao

💌 genre/wc: angst, light fluff / 1.2k

💬 preview: you stumble across old records from a damaged diary that seems to hold the conversations between a student and a boy living within the pages.

tw/cw: slytherin!minghao x hufflepuff!reader, diary format, spoliers for the chamber of secrets, needs previous knowledge of hp lore, abstract death, tom riddle appearance

🪽fic rating: pg

☁️ masterlist & a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i'm putting it out in hopes of giving myself some time to work on other stuff hehe. this one's a bit experimental with the format but hope you all enjoy!

p.s thank you so much to @ylangelegy and @diamonddaze01 for beta reading !

hello. fifth year slytherin, here. i found this journal lying in one of the professor’s cupboards - long abandoned, it seems. it looks to contain the mad ramblings of two people, conversing through the pages. i cannot seem to figure out who this once belonged to, pages have been torn out and blurred by water - so i’m writing in hopes another student might. 

read it, and let me know if anything comes to mind. 

if i have to sit through another class with professor bins, i will avada myself. 

finally, something worth replying to. your class notes are utterly boring. 

WHAT THE FUCK THE BOOK SPEAKS

…yes, i speak. 

go away. you’re speaking over my class notes. 

they weren’t good notes anyways. barely competent. abysmally below average. 

i cannot believe i’m being insulted by a book right now.

i cannot believe my pristine pages are being vandalized by an incompetent student, yet here we are. 

mr. book, 

what. 

shut up.

mr. book,

what is it now, incompetent student? 

can you write my notes for me. pls pls pls i will owe you for life.

that is a very dangerous game to play. 

my hand hurts. and you keep saying you’re so smart. write my notes for me.

what house are you in?

hufflepuff. why? 

no. i will not write your notes for you. 

bro. 

what is a bro ?? 

you know what, never mind. i’ll write them myself. i hope the ink drowns you. 

incompetent student  hufflepuff girl y/n?? respond to me now. 

yes, book?

MY NAME IS NOT BOOK 

you refused to tell me your name so i’m sticking with book. mr. book. 

can you go to the dungeon bathroom and check one of the faucets for me. 

uh. why? 

because i said so. 

i’m going to waterboard your pages.

you’re quite snappy for a hufflepuff. just go check. 

say please.

no. 

i’m holding a cup of water above you right now.  hello? mr. book?

please. check the faucets. 

see? wasn’t so difficult. i’ll go now.

minghao. 

what? 

my name. stop calling me mr. book

MINGHAOOO

what. 

i’m bored. 

silly girl. and what am i supposed to do about that?

tell me about yourself. when were you at hogwarts? 

a long time ago. 

psh. of course i know that. 

professor bins was still alive when he taught me. just as boring, trust me. 

ooo what else? who were your friends? anyone famous? 

i wouldn’t know. i never graduated. 

what? 

the faucet. did you check? 

i did. there’s like a snake or something, but it didn’t do anything. 

oh. y/n? 

yeah? 

don’t go to that bathroom anymore. 

why?

just don’t. 

hao. people are saying there’s a snake in the walls. 

what do you mean?

there was blood on the walls too. talking about the chamber of secrets. 

fuck. 

minghao? do you know something? 

don’t go anywhere alone. promise me. stay with your friends. 

i’m scared

you should be.

stop that. 

what? hao? 

grown fond of your little friend, xu minghao? 

tom. stop.  i’m sorry, my heart. ignore him. 

who? hao, what is going on?

has he neglected to tell you? he isn’t the only inhabitant of this journal. and turns out, he isn’t strong enough to silence me.  keep hiding, y/n. i’ll find you soon enough. 

hao? 

i’m sorry.

i think i’m starting to go a bit crazy. 

is everything alright? are you safe? 

i’m fine, hao. you worry too much. 

i must admit that i’ve grown fond of you. 

even if i’m a hufflepuff? 

you’re the most tolerable hufflepuff i know. 

:)  is the uh. tom guy still with us?

my magic suppresses him in short periods of time. we’re alone at the moment. 

i still don’t understand. both of you are…inside the book. 

tom was here first. the journal was given to me my fifth year, and i spoke to him - much like you right now. from what i’ve gathered, this journal holds a piece of his soul. and a piece of mine as well. 

how? why? 

[redacted] [redacted] 

you are beginning to care for the girl.

i admit she has grown on me.

no. you’ve grown to love her. our souls are intertwined whether you enjoy it or not. do not pretend i cannot feel your emotions. 

have mercy.  spare her. 

are you finally regretting your choice, xu minghao?  you once promised me a life in exchange for your life and access to your soulmate. so i spared you, and stored you here with me.

please. 

this is what greed gets you, my dear friend.  you promised me a life. and i choose hers.

please. 

finally. you learn to beg. 

she is innocent. 

she is your soulmate. the strongest magic our world has. and for that, she is valuable. 

my heart. 

hao? 

i need you to destroy this journal. now.  

what? why? 

tom must be stopped. i will not let him harm you. destroying the journal will destroy his soul too.

but you’re in the journal too.

yes. a small price to pay for your life. 

i won’t do it. 

you must.

no. i’m not killing you.

i’ve been dead for a long time, my heart. 

i won’t. you cannot make me. 

you’re wetting the pages with your tears. stop crying. 

hao…

do it. just because the journal is gone doesn’t mean i won’t be with you. every step of the way. 

how cute. 

note: 

> xu minghao: previous slytherin student, renowned potion student. his name is on one of the potion award plaques in the great hall. he died during the second opening of the chamber of secrets, an underground location rumoured to house the slytherin basilisk. 

> y/n: referred to as ‘my heart,’ there is no real indication of who she is. while there is a professor portrait in the headmaster’s office who shares the same name, i cannot be certain they are the same person. 

> tom: he can only be assumed as he-who-shall-not-be-named, a dark wizard who was killed by the-boy-who-lived years ago. 

note: 

> the pages are burnt at the edges, erasing most of the conversation that would allow this to make more sense. it is clear to me that someone destroyed this. 

note: 

> i found something when searching the bathroom mentioned in the first couple entries. i will clip it here. 

is he gone?

for now. i cannot contain him for much longer. you must hurry.

you cannot expect me to do this.

from the short time i’ve come to know you, i know that despite being a hufflepuff, you hold the courage of a gryffindor, the brains of ravenclaw, the wit of a slytherin.  do not be afraid. 

are you not afraid? this could kill you.

i have to admit a part of me still fears death after all this time.  but this is my price to pay. i love you, even in the short time we had. 

i love you. even if this version of you is only a figment of what you were. 

note: 

> a point i must bring up: minghao refers to y/n as ‘my heart.’ at first i thought it was just a term of endearment, but upon further research:  Soulmates are rare in the wizarding world, although not at all impossible. Soulmates share more than their magic, they share their hearts. One cannot die if the other is still alive -- making soulmates the most powerful form of magic to exist. It may be the only way to cheat death without the use of a horcrux.

[chew-n-spit]

Biting Him While He Sleeps

pairing: Kenyu Yukimiya, Tabito Karasu, Oliver Aiku, Noel Noa x f!reader (separately)

tags: reader might not be human, established relationship(except Aiku), biting festish ofc, lil suggestive(mainly Yukimiya), Fem reader but not heavily pointed out, dick mention(Aiku), I dunno ooc???, ts weird af💔, pet names(hon, mutt), unknown drugging(Aiku), light finger sucking(Noa), NOT PROOFREAD

notes: I haven't really written anything in a while. I miss writing though. So this blog exists now to satiate me. This one makes me think of Cannibal by Kesha.

Time and time again your boyfriend has either woken up to bite marks littering his neck and shoulders, or he catches you in the act of assaulting him with your teeth. He doesn't understand your little fascination with biting him all of sudden. Is it a fetish? He's open to hear out your fantasies, always, but waking up to you looming over his figure like a hungry beast is a tad bit unnerving at times. As an apology you like to lap at the wounds and marks you make with your tongue. Although he still can't put his finger onto why you can't resist the urge to nibble on him in the dead of night, and only at night...

Yukimiya

Kenyu has become more fond of your biting habit than he'd like to admit. He doesn't hate it anymore. He's somehow accepted your little late night love bites. However, he doesn't like when you bite him in places that are commonly visible during the day. When you first started, the man was absolutely horrified by how you leered over him as he stirred awake. He might've hallucinated it at the time, but were your teeth always that damn sharp? There's a shrill yelp that escapes his mouth as he jolts awake.

"(Name)... please..." He breathes out, his eyes squinting at your figure, the moonlight modestly illuminates you. You stare at him, a quiet apology exits your lips before your tongue reaches for one of the buds you bit. Kenyu's eyes snap open, urgently rushing to stop your tongue from making contact with his nipple. "You don't have to lick it!" He firmly, but kindly tells you with flushed face and you move your head back away from it. Why has he entertained this fetish of yours? He asks himself that at times like these when your nail lightly traces from between his pecs down to his stomach. Your half shut eyes linger on him as you lick your lips and he shudders. Insatiable. "I know I said you could occasionally bite places where people couldn't see but... Could you pick someplace a bit less sensitive?"

Karasu

How could he possibly sleep like this? A sharp hiss seeps from Tabito's lips as he feels yet another nip at his neck. Dainty, eerily cold hands rummaged under his shirt as a wet sensation traveled across a patch of skin at his nape. "Hey.. hey! Will ya ease up back there! How is yer' tongue just as cold as yer' hands!?" He lightly nudges your face away with his hands. A sigh falls from his mouth as he shifts, turning his body to face your figure. You gaze at him, eyes glossy, lips in a pout as silently plead with him to let you continue.

"You... Don't give me that look." His eyes roll, and arm hooks around your waist to pull you closer than you already were. "Can't keep yer' mouth off me huh? Ya lil perv. Well your teeth hurt." He motions to one of your recent bites the very apparent ring shaped bruise on his neck. "I have to get up early tomorrow hon. Why don't you limit yourself for tonight?" He bargains, internally wondering if his girlfriend was an animal of some sort in a human suit.

Aiku

He's just glad you haven't bitten his dick. Especially when you first started. Although he may not understand this little fetish of yours, as long as your bites aren't too harsh you know? For Oliver, he much prefers when you lick the marks you make afterwards.

Two strong hands grip your waist as you lay on top of Oliver chest to chest. He breathes out as your tongue glides up and over his Adam's apple. You're quite tentative to this particular spot on his neck. You continuously envelop the wound with wet warmth, and Oliver can only rub circles with his thumbs on your hips as his eyes flutter shut. There's a soft rumble that buzzes up his throat. Maybe it's your little habit that has the man still coming back to have languid nights like this. It's comforting in a way. He can't explain why, but your bites have a calming effect on him? It's so odd and he can't put his finger on it. He can't deny that he's always more relaxed after nights with you. It's always when you bite him, which is... always!

Noa

"Down." He instructs you like you're some dog and not his wife. It's a little fitting though. You're the one with your mouth hanging open, teeth inches away from the meat of Noel's shoulder. Your eyes narrow as you throw your hands up like a criminal caught. A hand grabs your chin guiding you towards his face. "You act like such a mutt." There's a tiny smile on his lips. You gasp, feigning hurt before you attempt to latch onto the finger he has pointed at your mouth. Your husband scoffs, scooping you from your side of the bed to place you on his lap. He observes your face, mainly your mouth as he prods your lips open with his index finger to examine your sharp pearly whites. Your husband was less irked and moreso perplexed the first time he caught your teeth upon his stomach whilst he slept. Now he graciously allows you to bite him before bed. In moderation of course.

"What big teeth you have..." He hums, noticing how your eyes are trained on his finger. He rubs the pad of his fingers across one of your canines, and you can't help but want to take it between your teeth. Maybe he's reading your thoughts, because you can feel a light tap at your front teeth requesting entry to your mouth. Noel's finger rests comfortably on your tongue, not deep enough to make you gag. "You're allowed to bite it, once." He voices and you slowly clamp your jaws on his finger, pressing it between your teeth. He's almost fascinated by your obsession with biting him. He silently watches you as you suck and nibble on his finger like a dog with a bone.

[4chance]

flow of our lives — I. a mr. crawling series built around the sweet mundane. — part 1 of ?

word count — 0.6k summary — you take care of crawling to make up for past bitterness. notes — SFW. gn reader (no pronouns). END04 implied. bold = otherworld language. we call him "crawling" here, because we're close enough with him now to drop the honorific.

You must use force to twist the knob of the faucet (more now than before your foray into that world) and let the water roll, until you stop it at the lip of the bucket. You dip your fingers in. It is warm, and the heat is not far from your own, not too harsh. Crawling will not shy away.

He loves you—so much. He has a zest for your life, like a sweet, loyal dog; he loves you like a dog loves the chocolate in your hand. You did not always love him the way he deserved: to this day, he wears you proudly on his face (in the blood you had shed when you plunged your crowbar down his face). You soak a microfiber cloth in the water, tip Crawling’s chin with the bed of your thumb, and press the cloth to his cheek.

“Hot?” he says.

Your face drops to a look of concern. “Many hot? You hurt?”

“Not hurt. Little hot feel good.” He tilts his head, burrows his cheek into the cloth. “Why you have this?”

The water of the Otherworld is cold and hard and stagnant. Crawling knows the hot of a scared, throbbing heart; of the fire meant to ward off his kind. When you take up your cloth and wipe the grime from his chin, you show him warm: a nice heat, that is not here to hurt him.

“Your face… have blood. Blood… go out of your face—me happy.”

“Happy?”

His hands dart to the cloth. He tries to wrest it from your grip and drag it toward the center of his face.

“Calm down—not… move.” Since the Otherworld has no word that you know for please—“friendly.”

You know Crawling can handle himself. He braved the Otherworld as long as he did, and you trust him now to keep your apartment during the day: he mops floors and folds clothing, prompted and not. Still—it is you that must make sure he knows: you are not here to hurt him.

He never let the other ghosts touch him (not like this—not at all). Perhaps he forgave you already—loves you just that much.

You bring one hand to cradle the back of his head; the other gives his face gentle strokes. His body melts beneath your touch; he swipes his face against the cloth to help you out. The cloth blackens quickly: one half of his face requires four dips in the bucket. You see now just how pale he is, not that ash-gray you thought it was at all—in fact, so white his veins show dark as tadpoles on his skin.

You glide the cloth below his curtained bangs. Your fingertips cave in on the crest of his cheekbone. “You okay?”

“My eyes… not able to clean. Sorry.”

“You should not sorry,” you say, in an attempt at your clearest Otherworld pronunciation. Crawling hides his eyes and downplays his height, and you are sure it is for you, so as not to repulse you—yet he cannot make you hate him if he tried. “You good.” You stroke the crown of his head, the way he likes; a giggle escapes his broadened mouth.

You do what you can—you kiss the bridge of his nose, then rise to change the water. The skin that lines his sockets has the gravity of jowls, lined in essence with the slick of fresh blood. You either cause him no pain, or he hides it for you. Really—what have you done to deserve him, who loves you so much?

(This—

You look at him as if he is a jewel in your hands. He has never been treasured. Not like this, not at all.

The breathy rumbling of his giggles, from his chest to his cheeks, brings a flutter to your heart, and a warmth to your gaze. All you have done is be fond of him, made the smallest things you do his world.

The Otherworld is simple, in that only the strong survive—and so when you show him warm, he knows you’re true, and that is all.)

[waywardxrhea]

Only You - Steve Rogers

pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Mutant!reader (no use of y/n, no details of powers mentioned)

Solo training with Steve unexpectantly leads to something more.

word count: 4,759

content: two idiots in love, combat training, language, fluff, SMUT! 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! warnings below the cut!

smut warnings: strong sexual tension, public makeout session, steamy shower together, grinding, fingering, praise kink, Steve is a consent king, unprotected PIV sex (birth control mentioned), creampie, small amount of blood mentioned (because let's face it, Steve's hung lmao)

The last few months had turned your life as you knew it in a totally new direction. Before, you were working the streets of the Bronx as a vigilante with the powers you had been born with, hiding your identity behind whatever piece of clothing or accessory you were able to. Sure, the Avengers being around lessened the stigma surrounding mutants such as yourself, but there were still people who thought of you as unnatural. So, you stuck to working at night, keeping to the shadows and stopping criminals in their tracks with displays of power that kept the news and social media buzzing about who could be behind the mask. That was until one day you heard a knock on your door and came face to face with Maria Hill. How she figured out your identity was beyond you, but after hearing her proposition out, it was hard to say no to joining the new Avengers team. 

It wasn’t long before you found yourself training with the likes of the Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers, both of whom helped you refine your hand to hand combat style. You also trained a lot with Wanda, both of you learning to use your powers to work in tandem with the rest of the team. Vision and Rhodey knew how to keep you on your toes with their knack for battle tactics, and Sam had figured out how to push you to your limits in order to become the best you could be. 

During this time, you had started to grow fond of Steve, and apparently it was quite obvious to the others. When the team would get together for training sessions, you and Steve would end up paired together, and it always ended with snide remarks from the others as they tried to push the two of you together. Steve was super apologetic about their comments, and shut them down quickly when they started to become sexual, so you assumed that he simply didn’t see you that way. It hurt, but you knew that you needed to keep things professional, especially if he didn’t see you in the same way. 

Eventually, both you and Steve began to get worn out by the comments, so the two of you decided to spend some of your mornings training together one-on-one in order to avoid the distraction. One morning Steve woke up and made his way to your little apartment in the compound, knocking on the door gently when he got there. He waited politely for a minute or so for you to answer before pulling his phone out from his pocket to call you. 

When you heard the ringing of your phone, you rolled over in your bed as you felt around for the device on the nightstand. "Five more minutes?" you asked when you hit answer, the sound muffled slightly by your pillow. 

Steve chuckled as he said, "Those five minutes could potentially cost you your life. You said it yourself, you wanted to train more so you can be up to par with the rest of us."

You sighed, but started to get out of bed slowly, asking, "Can I have a couple minutes to get ready?"

"That you can," Steve replied.

A lazy smile made its way onto your face as you rubbed your eyes and got out from under the covers. You worked quickly to get ready, changing out of your pjs and into workout clothes before making your hair presentable and brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant last. These training sessions were something you very much looked forward to, so you didn’t want to waste any time. When you were done getting ready, you grabbed your phone off the charger on your night stand and made your way to the door of your apartment, asking, “You ready?” as you met Steve in the hall. 

“Let’s go,” he agreed as the both of you started walking toward the training area. The air was filled with mostly silence on the way, but it was broken by Steve telling you, “You know, I like doing this in the mornings, just us.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat as you did. 

“Yeah. I like spending time with you,” he said. A boyish grin made its way onto his lips as he added, “And if it means kicking your ass in combat training, that’s even better.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes as the two of you entered the gym where you began connecting your phone to the speakers. After finishing with that, you began jogging in place while asking Steve, "Ready to get your ass kicked, old man?"

“In your dreams!” Steve replied with a laugh. “I did wake you up early today though, so maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

"Why, thank you," you said with a sweet smile as the two of you began the workout. 

After a solid hour of weight training and cardio, Steve informed you that it was time for combat. You leaned against the wall, out of breath, as you said, "Okay, give me, like, two seconds to recover, Mr. Super Soldier."

Slipping into Captain mode, Steve told you, "In a battle you won't have two seconds to recover before an enemy attacks again."

Nodding, you took one last deep breath as you said, "That's fair.” You pushed off of the wall and said, “Okay, I'm ready. What move are we working on today?"

"Taking someone down from behind. You've gotten good at defensive moves if someone already has you pinned, but you need more work on your offensive moves. I've noticed that in training and on the missions we've been on together, you rely on your powers a lot for offense. You won't always be able to use them, so you need to know how to effectively get the jump on an opponent without them."

"Got it. Where do we start?" you asked. When you first started training with the Avengers, you learned quickly that using your abilities wasn’t always in the cards, especially against a quick hand-to-hand opponent such as Steve or Nat. And because of that, you had started to learn to fight without them. 

For the training, Steve walked you through multiple exercises for a little while before you started to get a grasp on them. "Okay, now that you've got those down, let's combine what you just learned with what you already know. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you replied with a nod. Your body was exhausted from the training, but you knew you couldn’t give up so close to the end of the session. You had to keep pushing, no matter how much your muscles were screaming at you to stop. 

So, you and Steve squared off for a few minutes, taking it easy before Steve kicked it up a notch. You dodged his punches skillfully, and turned on the offensive moves you learned in return when he backed down. When you blanked on one of the new moves Steve had taught you though, he took that as an opportunity to grab your arms from behind. Instinctively, you dove into a move Natasha had taught you to get out of Steve's grasp. Planting your right foot between Steve's feet and spinning your body into his, you were able to knock him off balance! While he was off his balance, you reached down and took a leg out from under him, sending him straight to the floor!

When you successfully got him there, you straddled Steve's body and pinned his arms to the mat as you smirked. "Gotcha," you said, a slight breathlessness to your tone. Both of your chests heaved from the need for oxygen, and your hearts raced due to the closeness of your bodies. Everything seemed to slow down as you gazed into Steve’s eyes. There was a fondness that filled them as he looked back at you with adoration, and as you got lost in that look, the grip you had on him loosened. 

"That was great, but there's just one thing," Steve said, breathlessly. Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion when he said this, and he took the moment to effortlessly flip you over onto the mat and pin you himself. “You’re distracted,” he finished, his body impossibly close to yours as he did. 

As the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, many thoughts ran through each of your minds, but they all ended in the same conclusion. These fantasies were dizzying, and that combined with the last two hours worth of training, you felt like the room was spinning around you, so much so that you didn’t realize that Steve was leaning in to close the small gap between your lips. When he did, your eyes closed in an instant as you sank into it, warm and soft and everything you ever imagined it would be to kiss Steve. 

You smiled into the kiss, and a pleased hum rumbled out of your chest as you wiggled one arm out of Steve’s grip to run your fingers through his blond locks. With your fingers locked into his hair, Steve deepened the kiss, a certain urgency behind his actions as he gave into his desire for you, letting his body take over and do what he had been dreaming about for weeks. 

The kiss quickly turned heated as the two of you melted into each other, teeth and tongues getting involved as you both chased after what you craved from one another. You hadn’t realized just how turned on the now steamy makeout session had gotten you, until Steve’s hardened member brushed over your core and you let an involuntary moan loose onto his lips. This seemed to kick you both back into reality, and you both realized where you were and the situation you were in, with cameras posted in the corners, and the doors unlocked where anyone could walk in any second. 

A sense of panic filled you both at the sudden realization, and you quickly separated, chests heaving in time with one another as you both sat on the floor across from one another. “I sh- We- I’m-” Steve started to say, a sense of embarrassment flooding his body as his mind processed everything. He was your Captain. Your leader. He shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. He should have asked permission to kiss you. He-

“Come back to my place,” you said in a moment of boldness, your mind and body reeling from the heated makeout session. You weren’t usually so straight forward with things like this, but all subtlety went out the window when Steve kissed you like that. You wanted more. You needed more. 

So did Steve. So, with a smile on his swollen lips, he nodded, telling you, “Lead the way.”

The two of you made it back to your little apartment in record time, and when the door closed, Steve immediately had you pinned to it as his lips reconnected with yours. When Steve’s hands started wandering under your tank top, you realized just how sweaty you were from the training session, and it made you suddenly insecure. If this was going where you hoped it was, you didn’t want your first time with Steve to start with you as a sweaty mess. 

Steve noticed that you had suddenly stopped kissing him back as passionately, so he pulled away for a moment to rest his forehead on yours as he said, “Everything okay? I-I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“No, no! You’re not!” you told him quickly, shutting down the idea nearly as fast as it left his mouth. You felt your cheeks flush as you mumbled, “I just feel gross being all sweaty after that workout is all…” There was a beat of silence before you asked bashfully, “Join me in the shower?”

“I would love that,” Steve said, eyes closing for a moment as he thanked his lucky stars for this moment. 

Taking Steve’s hand, you guided him to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom, a giddy laugh leaving your chest as you did. When the two of you got into the bathroom, you wrapped Steve in one more embrace as you kissed his lips, unable to get enough of him. As you did, his hands wandered once more under your tank top, sending shivers up your spine as he gripped the fabric and began to gently tug it upward. This signalled you to break the kiss reluctantly in order for the both of you to start stripping to get into the shower. 

When you were both out of your clothes, you stepped into the large shower and adjusted the water to a suitable temperature before stepping under the stream and gesturing for Steve to step in too. He pulled you in for a sweet, yet brief kiss before you reached for one of your more neutral smelling soaps to use on him. Standing behind Steve, you lathered some of the soap on your hands before you began running your hands over his back in long, languid strokes. You could practically feel the tension in his muscles melting away as you massaged at his shoulders before running your soapy hands down his muscular arms, his inadvertent flex not going unnoticed by you. 

After finishing with his back and arms, you gently spun him around and shared a loving gaze for a moment before you gathered more soap in your hands to work on his front half. You started with his chest, fingers running through the hair he had there before moving lower, your fingers gliding over his chiseled abdominal muscles. While you worked him over like this for a few moments, his head lulled back in bliss. He had never felt more relaxed than in this moment with you. What had started as a heated moment had turned into something much more, and it made his heart soar to know that he had you taking such care of him in that moment. He knew that he had to do the same for you. 

Opening his eyes to look at the array of scents in front of him, Steve ended up choosing the one he liked the most on you, taking a handful of it and lathering it together in his hands before beginning to run them along your back in small, soothing circles. Steve’s hands moved to your waist and hips next, his heart rate picking up as he got closer to touching you in such an intimate way. Seeming to sense his hesitation, you leaned in for a kiss, and that was all Steve needed to bring his hands just that much lower, running over the curve of your ass before giving it a gentle squeeze. 

An almost imperceptible sigh escaped you when he did this, and it only emboldened Steve further as pleasure sparked through his body once again. Turning you around so your back was to him, Steve placed a kiss to your shoulder before he began massaging soap onto them, the gesture making a small groan of pleasure slip past your lips. The workout had taken a lot out of you, and your muscles were killing you, so Steve’s large and skilled hands felt like absolute heaven. 

You got so lost in the feeling of Steve’s hands that you didn’t even realize when they moved from your shoulders around to your stomach before moving up to caress your breasts. Blood rushed south as Steve’s hands began lathering soap onto your chest, his fingers slipping over your nipples being the single most pleasurable feeling you had experienced in a while. Your heart pounded in your chest as you relaxed into Steve’s body, quiet whimpers leaving your throat as he tweaked the sensitive buds that had hardened under his ministrations. 

They weren’t the only things that had hardened as Steve pleasured you, though. As you leaned into Steve’s solid form, you felt his impressive length pressed against your backside, warm and velvety smooth as he pressed his hips firmly into you. His lips met the space right below your ear, where he kissed you softly as one of his wandering hands inched down your stomach and to the top of your thigh. His fingers lingered where they were for a moment, merely caressing your thigh as Steve’s deep voice rumbled out, “May I?”

Your breath caught in your throat for a moment as you nodded fervently, a breathy, “Y-yes, please,” leaving your mouth as your heart pounded in your chest in anticipation. 

Within moments, one of Steve’s fingers had found your most sensitive bundle of nerves, and you let out a quiet moan as he began gently massaging it. The feeling of how wet you were caused Steve to rut his hips into your backside, his desire to have you then and there nearly outweighing the need to prepare you to take him. As you ground your hips back into his, Steve chuckled before asking, “That feel good?” applying more pressure on your clit as he did, the action causing a whimper to escape you once more. 

“God, yes,” you sighed, your head lulling back onto Steve as pleasure steadily built deep in your core. 

“Here, follow me,” Steve said as he pulled his hand away for a moment, leading you toward the marble shower bench sitting opposite the showerhead. 

Steve sat down first, angling himself into the corner and putting one leg up onto the bench while pulling you down to sit between his thighs. He let out a low groan as you adjusted yourself into a comfortable position, your back rubbing against his now throbbing cock. Once you were settled, Steve wasted no time going straight back to massaging your clit for a moment before running his fingers through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. The teasing didn’t last too long, though, and before you knew it, Steve plunged a digit into your core, pulling a deep moan out of you as his long fingers reached that spongy spot inside your walls within a few seconds. The continuous stimulation of the spot turned you into a squirming mess, moaning wantonly as the pleasure continued to mount within your core. 

Without a warning, Steve slipped another finger into the mix, his other hand moving down from your breast to your clit as he continued his ministrations. It took you a few moments to accommodate for the stretch, but once you did, you began teetering on the edge of your orgasm as Steve’s skilled fingers pumped into you, twice the amount of stimulation sending you barrelling toward your end. A few seconds later, the coil in your abdomen snapped, and your back arched as pleasure sparked through your whole body, your hips twitching uncontrollably as your orgasm washed over you. With his fingers still working inside of you, Steve held down your hips with his other hand as he kissed along your neck, mumbling things like, “That’s it,” “I’ve got you,” and “Good girl,” the last one causing a loud moan to slip past your lips and make Steve chuckle. 

Once Steve had removed his fingers from your core and you had regained your senses, he moved to stand the two of you up and under the shower water once more. With the suds from the soap thoroughly rinsed away, Steve turned off the shower before pulling you into another kiss. You giggled into this one before pulling away and grabbed both of you towels to dry off. 

After you finished drying off, you leaned into Steve for a kiss, your hand ghosting over his hard cock as you did. “I think we should do something about this not so little problem, don’t you?” you asked with a quiet laugh as Steve let out a pleasure-filled sigh. 

“What did you have in mind?” Steve asked, not wanting to overstep his bounds. He wanted to leave the next step up to you, without his influence. 

“How about you and me in my bed?” you asked in a sultry voice. You leaned in close to his ear and nipped at his ear lobe before whispering, “I wanna feel you. Fill me up and ruin me. I only want you.”

This response nearly made Steve lose it then and there. His body began taking over when you said that, and rather than responding verbally, Steve picked you up and began carrying you back into your room, his lips locked on yours as he did. The confirmation that you wanted exactly what he did, and that you felt the way he did, made his heart soar, and he knew that he was going to make this special for you. For both of you. 

After tossing you gently onto the mattress, Steve made his way back to your lips, hovering over you as he kissed you with more gentleness than before. One of your hands rested on Steve’s huge bicep while the other snaked back behind his head and ran through his damp hair as he pulled away from your lips and trailed kisses over your jaw. “Are you sure about this?” he mumbled against your skin. 

“One hundred percent,” you promised, a pleased hum leaving your throat as he kissed your neck. 

“Okay,” he said, a bright smile on his lips once again as he grabbed his sensitive cock and began running it through your soaked folds. 

“Oh…! P-please…” you whispered as you felt his blunt head getting close to your entrance, but never quite pushing in. The need to have him inside of you was eating you alive, and the relentless teasing was doing nothing to help. Hoping that it would push him along, you wrapped your legs around his waist and rutted your hips into his. 

In response to your actions, Steve finally lined himself up and pushed in, the feeling of you enveloping him overwhelming in the best way. He was knocked out of the pleasure clouding his mind though when he heard you take in a sharp breath, your face scrunched up a little in pain as he pushed in. Seeing the look, he paused his movement, asking, “You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I just need a second to adjust, is all,” you replied, slightly intimidated by his size. Now you understood why he needed to prepare you in the shower…

“Tell me when I can move,” Steve replied, not wanting to hurt you. “Just relax, you’re doing so well,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, massaging your hip as he did. The praise sent more blood rushing south that seemed to relax you some, and a few more moments passed before you finally nodded. When you did, Steve made gentle and small thrusts in and out as he pushed further into your warmth until he was fully sheathed inside of you, burying his face into your neck as he whispered, “Oh, fuck…” 

A quiet whimper left your lips before you gently pushed your heels into Steve’s back, silently telling him to move. So he did, his thrusts still small and gentle at first before turning to long and languid strokes, hitting all the right places as he pushed in and out of you. The pleasure was all consuming, and sinful noises began falling out of you like water from a leaking faucet. These sounds made Steve pick up his pace as he chased his own pleasure while listening to the beautiful noises he was dragging out of you. 

The combination of your warmth around him and the sounds of pleasure leaving you brought Steve close to the edge after a little while of bliss, and his thrusts began to become erratic as the pleasure built along his spine. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m close! Where-?” Steve rushed out as he felt his balls begin to tighten, his orgasm only moments away. 

“Inside! Inside! P-please! I-I’m on the pill!” you breathed, craving the warmth of being filled in the most intimate way by Steve. 

Another, deeper, “Fuck!” slipped past Steve’s lips as he buried himself to the hilt when his orgasm took over his body, his pleasure spilling onto your contracting walls as your own orgasm suddenly overtook you as you felt his warmth spurting into you. Steve rocked his hips into yours a few more times as he placed sloppy kisses all over your neck before he collapsed on top of you, your heaving chests moving in chaotic synchrony with one another. 

When you finally gathered your bearings, you couldn’t help but laugh quietly as you mumbled, “The mouth on you… And here I was under the impression that you don’t curse.”

“Well, when the circumstances warrant…” Steve replied, a sheepish chuckle falling from his lips as he rolled off of you, pulling out as he did. When he sat up a bit to adjust himself on the bed, he spotted a bit of red combined with his release, and his eyes widened as he quickly asked, “Did I hurt you?”

Unaware of what Steve had seen, you were confused for a moment as you replied, “Other than the initial sting, no. Everything okay?”

“You’re bleeding. I’m sorry, I-” he started to say remorsefully before you pulled him down and into a gentle kiss to shut him up. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You just hit my cervix. Or, at least, that’s what I’ve been told.” You let out a sheepish laugh before admitting, “This hasn’t exactly happened to me before… You’re definitely the biggest I’ve been with…”

After saying this, you began to sit up, but this time, it was your turn to be shut down with a kiss. As he kissed you, Steve eased you back down into the pillow before pulling away and telling you, “Stay here, I’ll clean you up.”

It wasn’t more than a minute before Steve came back with a warm wash cloth that he gently pressed to your sensitive folds as he cleaned you up from his mess. You cringed at the initial touch, the stretch of Steve’s member was more than you anticipated, and you just knew you would be feeling it later… You were broken away from your thoughts when you heard Steve’s soft voice ask, “Was that all okay?”

“It was all perfect,” you assured him, sealing the statement with a quick peck to his lips as he tossed the cloth back in the direction of the bathroom. 

“Just like you,” he flirted, the smile evident in his voice as he uttered the words. 

When you got a good look at him after he said this, you saw a dusting of pink on his cheeks, and you laughed as you said, “You just gave me the most pleasurable sex I’ve had in my life, don’t go getting shy on me now!”

“Hard not to when feelings as strong as mine are for you are involved…” he confessed, pulling you into his strong embrace. 

“Well, then good thing I have just as strong feelings for you…” you told him, heat now creeping onto your cheeks as you cuddled into his chest. 

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, the deep timbre of his voice resonating in your ear and making you feel so safe in his embrace. You heard his heart rate spike for a moment before saying, “Well, how ‘bout we do this the right way now, and I take you on a date tonight?” 

“I would love that,” you replied, smiling all the while. 

And so, that evening you and Steve went on a date you could only describe as magical. He pulled out all the stops, from showing up with flowers to opening doors for you, to a very nice dinner, before going to a nearby park for a sunset stroll. By the end of the night, you both ended up in his bed with him somehow outdoing himself from earlier! He had lined the room with rose petals and had little tea light candles to set the mood. He knew your muscles were sore from training that afternoon, so he started off with a massage that turned heated the second he dragged a sinful moan from your lips. As the night drew to a close, you both knew that there would be relentless teasing coming from the others from then on, but Steve had asked you to officially be his girlfriend, and you couldn’t be happier.

a/n: well, that was super unhinged and horny, whoops! i just got into a Steve Rogers mood and had to get this out of my system! portions of this one shot are directly from my Captain America Professional Best Friend fic, i just changed it a lot in order to fit this narrative. this sorta started as an AU, but then turned into its own thing, whoops lol i had a blast writing this, and hope you had the same fun reading it ;)

anyways, likes and comments are appreciated! xo, brooke <3

[pokegalla]

Haven’t watched this in awhile but I hope I do this some justice!

Request/trade from @neko-rose888

How do the bad sanses (+ Dream) deal with an S/o just like Yor Forger?

Dust:

* You two are literally the quiet duo. You would think that’s a bad thing right? Nah. Introverts just have their own way of communicating. So he actually understands you best. Which much to your relief helps you a lot.

* Now seeing you in battle is a whole ‘nother story. He didn’t think you had it in you. Even under the hoodie you can see his eyes go wide as you easily take down a group of strong men easily- you just earned this man’s instant affection-

* But if there’s one thing he’s more terrified of, it’s your cooking. He doesn’t panic but he’s pretty creative on getting rid of the evidence. Thank god he can teleport this away. No offense to you…he just can’t do it. But at least he’s discreet so he doesn’t hurt your feelings.

* To him you are a beautiful strong and independent woman…and he’ll protect you even in the shadows.

Killer:

* He thought you were the cutest damn thing ever. Teasing you with sweet words and gentle gestures to flirt and see your face turn red. Stars he can never get over that sight.

* But man seeing you in action just makes him fall in more love. Fighting side by side as people drop down to the floor as you dance together with your blades? Can he really think of anything more romantic than this?

* Your cooking is one thing he’s a little….scared of. He still eats it. He loves you that much! But man his nonexistent stomach hurts so much- worth it-🥲

* He still loves you though. His perfect thorn princess…he’ll be sure to dance again with you

Horror:

* Ironically both of you are pretty similar: both of you are absolutely precious but a little terrifying if necessary- Horror is like a big ol teddy bear who likes to tail you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself and you make sure he’s ok too!

* But man both of you are RELENTLESS in battles. Downright chilling to the bone (pun intended-) with your cold glares and shocking strength. The switch up even makes the others nervous-

* But nothing more terrifying then Horror actually eating your cooking without any hesitation and even asking for seconds- thanks to him, you strive to do better in your cooking!

* He can’t help but have a soft spot for you. Just please do be careful. He worries a lot….

Error:

* Don’t let this tsundere act bullshit you- he finds you annoying but speaks up for you instantly? That man will glare anyone down if they try to take advantage of you-

* And despite being a little surprised at how capable you are in battle, he does still watch over you and assists you anyway he can. What? He knows you’re still a klutz. He’s not wanting to have to swoop in and save you because YOU aren’t paying attention- (he was being a worrywart-)

* He doesn’t really eat anything other than his chocolate bars but you swear someone has been tampering with your cooking….oh well. It does seem to taste better now!

* He might be a little jackass but that’s only because that’s what he wants you to see. He’s no softie dammit-!

Nightmare:

* He hired you for your services as your reputation exceeded you. But he was…not expecting someone so…well soft. He thought it was a facade but nope- purely that is your true character. Which was odd to him….could someone this innocent really do anything useful?

* Oh man but you shut him up with your actions. Your speed, your elegant skills, your raw power, he was mesmerized by it all. Could you really be the same gullible quiet girl….? Well you’ve earned his respect.

* With cooking, he actually helps you. At first you spoon feed him a taste and instead of panicking at the taste, he gives you an honest opinion, some advice, and even a cook book for you to follow. He does linger longer than he should have….

* He can’t help the soft spot that’s grown so fond of you. He’s hesitant but he can’t ignore how nice it feels to be with you….

Dream:

* He heard rumors of your deeds and wanted to put a stop to you. But when he first saw you…well he didn’t expect you to be so reserved. And kind. And sweet….he actually heard your story and you gained his empathy as he understood how you would feel the need to work hard for your sibling’s sake.

* He doesn’t agree with your work but he doesn’t stop you. Because he knows how important this is for you. But expect him to constantly make sure you’re ok and ready to heal you if necessary.

* As for cooking, he usually ends up cooking with you. Mostly because he smelled your cooking and was a little…concerned. But he decided to make this kinda like a fun dating activity while he teaches you! And oh how fun it was. You both couldn’t stop giggling.

* He really cherishes you and despite living different lives, you both make it work….

[settingmyheartablaze]

strong

sanemi x reader

content warning: mentions of violence

word count: 4.5k

You were no slayer.

It was the reason your husband, Sanemi, watched over you like a hawk each time you went out. Whether it be to the market, your friend’s home, or even just a stroll for some fresh air — if you walked out the doors of his estate, he was right beside you — no exceptions. He had always fussed over you like that, insisting that there was no such thing as too careful. It was almost comical, seeing how it was such a stark contrast to his exterior demeanor of cold-hearted ruthlessness. His worrisome disposition had taken countless hours of sleep from him, and you weren’t sure he’d ever be able to leave your side to attend his missions if not for his younger brother, Genya.

Not long after you had married Sanemi, Genya had quickly become quite fond of you. Anytime Sanemi was out on a mission, the young boy found himself regularly checking in on you. It was the only time Sanemi reluctantly acknowledged his younger brother’s status as a slayer — he’d never admit it (mostly out of frustration at his own limits), but he was secretly grateful that the young boy was there for you when he couldn’t be. It had become an unspoken agreement between the two of them, a silent neutrality: If Sanemi was away on mission, Genya would visit to see if you needed anything at all, even if just company to escort you around. The brothers adored you far more than you knew, and it seemed that devotion was strong enough for them to put aside their differences, but only when it came to you.

It hurt you that they weren’t on speaking terms, but you were incredibly grateful that Genya still came to see you from time to time, even if it was only when his brother was away — it gave you some way of checking up on him. The young boy viewed you almost like a mother, bashfully coming by to tell you of his accomplishments and help you around the home. Despite Sanemi’s insistence that he wanted nothing to do with him, you knew he was glad for it too from the way he’d leave just a bit too much ohagi for one person prepared at the table when he left for a mission. It was endearing, they way the two of them practically hid behind you to show their care for each other.

This strange little routine had become your norm, and today was no exception. Sanemi had been away on a mission for the last two weeks, making Genya your faithful companion. The two of you were now heading back from the market, warmly chatting away as the young boy carried each of your groceries in tow.

“Genya, really, let me help carry them!” You insisted.

“Not a chance! I’m super strong, so it’s not trouble. Besides, we needed a lot more than usual today, since I’ll be leaving too…” The boy’s voice faltered, a look of worry taking over his expression.

It wasn’t often, but every now and then, typically when your husband had been assigned a longer mission, there would be a brief window where the both of them were out. When this would happen, the both of them insisted on stockpiling the home with everything you could possibly need in hopes of minimizing your trips outside the estate. It made you sad the way you could see the boys sick with worry each time they had to leave you alone, so you always made sure to adhere to Sanemi’s only request he had ever made of you:

Never leave the estate when you’re alone.

While it may have seemed overnparanoid, the spike in recent demon activity had left him in a constant state of stress when leaving you. The man, while somewhat callous to others, had never been anything but kind, gentle, and adoring to you. You had him practically wrapped around your finger, and it was no secret. He spoiled you rotten at each chance he got, so the least you could do to ease his mind was comply with the one thing he asked of you. After all, it was only because he couldn’t bear the thought of you being harmed. His mind could only run rampant with the imagined horrors of what could happen to you if nobody was there to protect you.

Looking back at the boy next to you, it seems the same dark thoughts plagued his own mind. How could they not, after the things they had been through — the things they had lost.

You placed a hand gently on Genya’s arm, giving him a bright smile.

“Don’t worry. I have everything I need thanks to you, and I’ll be right in the house. I’m just lucky I have such a sweet little brother who makes sure I’m safe and sound — and is strong enough to carry all my groceries!”

The boy flushed, a happy smile relaxing his face at hearing such kind words. With the constant rejection he faced from his brother, you never denied him the chance to receive even an ounce of affection from you, showering him with your praise. Then, the boy’s eyes lit up with an idea.

“I know! Why don’t I buy you that fabric you liked from the store down the road? That way you can have something fun to do while we’re away!”

The boy surged ahead of you, excited by the opportunity to do something for you.

“You’ve got to get going soon, and don’t be spending your money on me! Get yourself a treat instead.”

“But Y/N-san, you’ve been needing a new kimono! And now that I defeated an upper rank, I got promoted so I’m making lots of money!” He declared with a cheeky grin. “Come on, we’ll be quick!”

After a defeated argument with the young slayer, you had arrived at home right at dusk with a harvest of groceries, fabrics, and anything else you could have possibly needed. He had quickly helped you put away your things and was now standing at the gates as you were seeing him off.

“It gets cold at night up the mountains, so keep this tight.” Your voice was firm but full of love as you fussed over the the boy’s clothes. He had a loving smile on his face, seemingly touched by your mother-henning.

“I’ll be alright, Y/N-san. You take care too okay?”

“I will. For all we know Sanemi could be back any day now, so I’m sure I won’t be alone for too long.”

“I know…but if anything happens, just send us a crow. I’ll come right away, and Aniki will too!”

“I know you would, but don’t worry about me. You should worry about coming home without a scratch. I’ll make your favorite dinner when you return.”

After a few more affectionate words of encouragement, you saw Genya’s figure trail off into the distance as you said your goodbyes. You were incredibly proud of how far he had come, but couldn’t help but worry a bit yourself each time he was off. You scoffed to yourself, rolling your eyes.

Those boys — they sit there worried sick about me while they’re off fighting man-eating monsters.

Despite their ridiculous double standard, you adored them with your whole heart, praying for a safe return each time they headed out into the unknown.

Now settled into the evening, you made quick work of preparing dinner, cleaning the home, and taking care of any other miscellaneous chores that you had been wanting to get done. Because of Sanemi’s nocturnal working hours, he oftentimes slept throughout most of the day which had inevitably caused you to turn to a nocturnal schedule yourself, despite his many protests. He wanted you to have a healthy sleep schedule and enjoy the light of day, but you insisted you were much happier staying up with him to enjoy his company. You had always been a night-owl anyway, at least you also got to spend the evenings with your beloved when he was home that way, too.

Satisfied with your work, you excitedly pattered over to the bag of fabrics that Genya had purchased for you. Your heart swelled at the boy’s kindness, touched he had always been so eager to do such nice things for you.

I’ll need to use some of this to make him a winter coat. He can’t just keep wearing that slayer uniform alone. Sanemi, too.

Satisfied with the idea, you took your supplies and sat by the fire, basking in its warmth and contentedly humming as you began your project, the flickering light pouring over your cozy makeshift workspace.

You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting there threading away, lost in the intent focus of your crafting. You had always enjoyed making clothes, especially for the boys. It was a way you could give something back to them, as they were constantly out there risking their lives for ordinary people like you. Even further, you knew those two desperately needed someone to take care of them every once in awhile. You stretched, letting out a satisfied groan as you glanced at the now smoldering embers of the once blazing fire.

Goodness, it must be an ungodly hour.

You rose, striding over to the door to peek outside at the moon’s location in attempt to see the time. It was a nifty trick that Sanemi had taught you one night as the two of you sat huddled together, your body nestled against him and curled in between his legs on the roof as you looked at the stars. You supposed it was an incredibly useful skill to have a slayer, where you were constantly counting down the hours to dawn. The memory brought a smile to your face, suddenly feeling that familiar longing for your husband to come home so you could be right back in his warm and comforting embrace.

It was just after three in the morning. You really had been working for awhile. You heard a crow squeak behind you from in the house, causing you to jump in your own skin.

You turned with a laugh, walking over to the bird on his post and scratched under his chin.

“I’m sorry. I’ve kept you up too, haven’t I?”

You weren’t sure where Sanemi had gotten his hands on one of the crows meant for slayers, let alone trained it to follow your every move, but you supposed it was just another of the many things your husband worked for tirelessly in order to keep you safe.

The bird boomed a loud squawk again, almost as if he was alarmed.

“What’s wrong?” You cocked your head in confusion, as the behavior was incredibly unusual for your typically relaxed companion. You turned to the door that was still slid wide open to the outside, carrying a cold draft that swayed the forest outside right into your home.

“Oh, right. The door.”

You turned, heading over to slide it closed. The bird began a furious barrage of cries once more.

“I know, I know, It’s cold! I’m going, don’t worry!”

You had just begun to slide the door shut when you heard it — the faintest snap of a branch. Your hearing had always been good. You used to sit by that very entrance and crane for the sound of Sanemi’s footsteps trudging home. However, this sound was much different. It was a sound that was trying to stay hidden.

Every part of you stilled.

Now, the only things you could hear were the wind rustling through the trees, and your own heartbeat thundering in your ears.

The wave of dread that coursed through your body on instinct confirmed to you exactly what situation you were in.

Sure enough, you saw them. Those eyes.

Glowing a horrid red, they stared right at you as their figure crept closer. You met their gaze, unmoving in shock. Then, the monster let out a horrifying laugh that nearly made you black out.

I need to stay calm. A single second could be the difference between me surviving and —

The idea of even finishing the thought made your heart stop. This was real, which meant you needed to think fast.

When looking back on this moment, you would remember it all in slow motion. It felt like time itself had frozen, giving you the milliseconds you needed to act. In an instant, your hand reached for the sachet hanging just by the doorway while you simultaneously cried out to the bird behind you.

“Go!” You shrieked, thrashing the sachet down below you. The second it hit the floor, an explosion of lilac smoke burst into the room. Despite the dense smog that had erupted all around you, the crow flew out the window immediately on your command, faster than a bolt of lightning.

Please, God. Let him make it to them.

The terror coursing through your body felt toxic; Your breaths were erratic and your whole body was trembling as you spun on your heels to make a bolt for your room. You couldn’t see a thing, but you were hoping your that meant your predator couldn’t either. You had the advantage of knowing the layout of the house like the back of your hand — you could only hope the smoke screen would work long enough to get you the head start. Just when you had made it past the kitchen, you ripped the tablecloth off, scattering it and its contents to the floor in an attempt to distract the demon. Just when you made it to the hallway, the monster flung in through the doorway, crashing straight towards the kitchen and smashing into the cabinets, falling for the decoy. You heard the demon cry out in a rage as the shattered furniture and dishes flew everywhere, but you didn’t falter.

You flew into your bedroom, practically leaping over the bed to Sanemi’s cabinet. It was a slim chance, but every now and then, Sanemi would have a spare sword in there that was needing to be polished or repaired. It was far from ideal, but it seemed like your only option.

Please.

Flinging the door open, you practically sobbed in relief to see one resting there. Reaching for it without a moments notice, you unsheathed it, the pure adrenaline taking over.

You can do this. You’ve watched him, all this time.

You had watched him, all those years, training day in and day out. It had always amazed you, seeing his God-given strength and ability. You couldn’t count the amount of times you sat on the engawa, enraptured by his every move in wonder.

That’s right. You’ve seen it a hundred times. All you need is one good hit.

His movements flashed in your mind - without even realizing it, your love for him had committed each of them to memory. Now, you just had to give it all you were worth and hope that you had even a fraction of his strength. You took a deep breath, tears welling in your eyes.

Be with me, love. Please, lend me your strength, even if it’s only for a moment.

You could hear the demon’s blind rampage getting closer. It was crying out, as if it was in pain.

The wisteria smoke — it’s working. This it it. The only window I’ll get.

Gripping the hilt of Sanemi’s katana, you charged out into the hallway, finding the demon writhing on the floor. With every ounce of strength you had, you ran forward, raising the sword high.

Right in the very moment you were going to swing down, the demon met your eyes in alarm.

No!

The blow came so fast, you weren’t even sure you felt the initial impact. Its leg came flying up and hitting you square in the chest, sending you flying into the wall. The force was so abrupt you flew right threw it, crashing back into the demolished area that was once your kitchen. Gasping for air, the sword fell from your hand as blood spurted out of your mouth.

Get up. You have to get up.

Turning over quickly, you crawled to your feet, desperately trying to run away. Not a second later, you felt the kick again, launching you into the air. Then, a claw gripped your shoulder, slamming you back down into the ground.

You shrieked at the searing pain of your chest being practically ripped open, your blood spraying everywhere. The floorboards beneath you split open from the pressure of your landing.

“You damn bitch! I’m going to rip you apart!” The demon roared furiously.

You could barely breathe. Blood was everywhere, pooling around your body like a lake.

I can’t do this.

You heaved, rendered completely immobile. With a cry of pain, you realized that it was over. You were going to die. For a split second, you contemplated giving up — letting the demon end it quickly. Then, they flashed into your mind.

The two boys you loved most in the world, returning to their home torn apart and your remains splattered along the walls.

No. I have to do this. I have to live.

You weren’t sure what overtook you in that moment. Maybe it was adrenaline. Maybe it was the years of watching Sanemi’s breathing techniques, maybe it was sheer desperation. Wherever that miraculous source of strength came from, it had you on your feet, reaching for the demon’s neck. With a cry of pure rage, you ripped the demon down to the floor, pinning it down beneath you. Your hands flew to its arms that thrashed beneath you. The scream in your face was so loud you were sure it had ruptured your ear drums. And yet, you didn’t let go.

I can’t leave them.

A racked sob left your body as you fought to keep the monster beneath you, your muscles screaming at the unbearable pain, tears fueling your desperation.

I won’t leave them.

You were running out of strength. You were sure the only reason you were even remotely capable of holding it down was due to the smoke that was now slowly fading away. You could feel the demon’s force getting stronger beneath you, your own stamina quickly fading. The panic overtook you once more. Pressing down, you let out a horrid scream as you used the last of your energy to slam it back down beneath you.

At the sound of your scream, you heard a thundered rattle in the distance. The force was so intense that you could feel the ground shake beneath you. Your head lurched up in shock, trying to see what could have possibly made such a sound.

Please, God, don’t tell me there’s another!

Before you could even finish looking up, a white flash streaked across your vision — a pair of arms barreled into you so fast you thought you had hallucinated.

In an instant, you were flying across the room, locked in Sanemi’s grasp. He had moved so quickly that the two of you went flying through one of the only remaining walls to the house. He turned his body towards it to brace the impact, completely shielding you from the wreckage as the two of you crashed to the dirt outside.

In all your life, you hadn’t seen anything move that fast. You weren’t even sure it really happened until you felt the pressure of his arms locking you into his shuddering chest in the night air. At the register of his presence, you let out a choked gasp.

“Sanemi?”

You were gulping for air at this point, barely able to make out his name between your desperate and now gurgled heaves. Ripping his body back to meet your gaze, he was practically screaming at you..

“Where are you hurt?!” There were tears streaming down his face, and his whole body was violently shaking as he his hands roughly ran along your body, desperately searching for the source of the blood. You weren’t even able to respond before he had spotted it himself, ripping off his haori to try and cover the wound. You weren’t sure if the awful sound escaping his lips was hyperventilating or sobbing, but seeing him so shaken up stunned you. Not once in your life had you seen him so manic. You desperately wanted to console him, but your mind was still fixated on the threat in the house.

“The demon—” You rasped, but not before the sound of gunfire rattled from the house. Your eyes strained over Sanemi’s shoulder to see Genya blowing the demon’s head off in a blind rage. In that moment, your emotions overwhelmed you, and you began to sob.

They came.

Sanemi was fighting his own cries as he desperately tried to calm you.

“I’m right here, don’t cry! I’m so sorry but try to breathe, I need you to calm down, okay? You need to relax your body so I can stop the bleeding! I’m gonna fix this!” He was holding you so tightly, pressing down on your shoulder to staunch the bleeding.

“Y/N!” Genya came barreling towards the two of you, but froze at seeing the shape you were in. He gasped in horror, tears pooling in his eyes. He only broke his terrorized trance at the sound of Sanemi’s shout.

“Genya! Get Shinobu now!” Before Sanemi had even finished the words, the boy had turned and taken off towards the mansion.

You knew it must have been bad, otherwise Sanemi would have carried you there himself. He looked borderline rabid, scanning your body over and over for something else he could do. He leaned down, pressing dozens of fevered kisses to your face between desperate murmurs of assurance.

“I’m gonna fix this okay? Genya’s getting Shinobu and you’re gonna be just fine. Just stay with me okay? I need you to stay with me.” His former screaming had become soft whimpers, and now his voice was hoarse and broken.

You took a shuddered breath, willing yourself to speak.

“I-I’m so sorry— I tried my best, but the house, everything is gone —”

He wouldn’t even let you finish the sentence, interrupting you with a furious cry.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me! I don’t give a damn about the house! I—” He stopped, too choked up to finish the sentence. Pulling you even closer, his voice trembled as he continued. In a strange way, you almost found his hot-headed temper a comfort after seeing him so afraid.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” He sounded furious with himself, and you you gently shook your head.

“You came just in time. I was getting quite tired.” You tried to make light of the situation, which only caused your husband to let out a strange sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

His hands were wiping the tears from your cheeks, although you weren’t even sure if they were yours or his.

In the distance, you heard shouting. The muffled voices became more clear, and before you knew it, you had been surrounded by frantic kakushi as Shinobu flew to your side. The hashira looked appalled as she took in your condition, the bewilderment evident on her face. She gave Sanemi a worried look, and the man froze in fear.

“She’ll live. She has to. She put up too much of a fight to die now! Please!” You knew you really must have been about to die, because not once in your life had you ever heard your husband say the word ‘please’ to one of his fellow slayers.

Crouching down, the woman listened to your breathing. Snapping up, she began barking orders.

“Her lungs are pierced! We need to move quickly, she won’t even be conscious much longer. Get me…”

You couldn’t make out much else, your vision going blurred and the world suddenly becoming rather quiet. The last thing you remembered was your husbands trembling lips on your forehead murmuring sobbed prayers.

***

It was the feeling of the sun on your face that finally woke you. Letting your eyes adjust to the light, you blearily blinked, bringing you hands up to rub them. However, one if your hands was locked in place. Looking down, you saw your husband passed out in a chair beside your bed, clinging to you.

I must be at the mansion.

You sighed softly, taking a moment to bask in the utter peace you felt.

I’m alive.

You heard a soft snore from the other side of the room, causing you to look over in surprise. Genya was sprawled awkwardly between two chairs the had seemingly made into a makeshift bed, his body contorted in an attempt to curl into them.

Beside him on the floor was a bouquet of your favorite flowers — ones that the boys knew only grew in a particular valley by your home.

You froze, taking in the scene before you. Before you knew it, tears trickled down your face, completely overwhelmed once again by the swell in your chest.

I made it back to them.

Footsteps rounded the corner past your room, and Shinobu entered swiftly, carrying a tray of what looked to be different medicines. As she looked over at you, her face went slack. The tray she was holding collapsed to the floor, her own eyes filling with tears. The sound jolted Sanemi and Genya awake, their head snapping up in unison.

You weren’t sure who spoke first, the three of them immediately up and fussing over you in snorted sobs of relief. Shinobu checked your vitals as Sanemi’s head hit the mattress with a relieved sob. Genya was at your side in an instant.

“Are you all right?” He sniffed, and all you wanted was to take the sweet boy into your arms for a hug.

“Yes—” Your voice wobbled, the tears unable to stop. Seeing them made the boy’s eyes flash with worry.

“Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes.

“No, I’m just so happy I woke up.” You wept. Sanemi took your hand, kissing it over and over.

You turned to shinobu who was feverishly checking over you.

“Thank you so much,” You whispered. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of you.”

The woman shook her head firmly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“No. You’re here because you’re strong. We only made it to you because you kept fighting. Never forget that.”

You were stunned by her words. The people you were luckily enough to call your family were your heroes — they fought tirelessly to protect the world from such evil, and never in your life did you ever imagine that one day, someone would see you the way you saw them — strong.

You were no slayer, but that day, you learned you never needed to be. You had everything you needed to be strong long before you ever gripped that sword.

part two

[the-artist-grimm]

I'm in love with this everything that you got going on here. Could we learn more about Nona and their relationship dynamics with Anthea as their first follower, with Narinder after the betrayal as their caretaker, and in general with the rest of the cult?

The Lamb, Anthea - While Anthea can be scared of Nona at times (cause the woman is very good at making you feel like a little kid when scolding), they respect and appreciate her greatly, and view her as an extremely strong person. Despite having met Nona at the worst time of the woman’s life-she’d just watched her children and grandchildren be slain and was about to be sacrificed herself, once freed from her ropes and introduced Nona immediately took to helping the lamb. She was an integral part to assisting Anthea in setting up the plans for the cult alongside Ratau, and took on multiple roles from first aid, to cooking, to layout planning and so on till they had more hands. While not a mother-figure per-say, she is akin to the a grandmother Anthea never had. 

Nona in turn respects Anthea as well, this little lamb who saved her arrived as this small, blood-soaked thing who despite it all still gave her a reassuring smile and held out a hand to help. Anthea’s idea to make the Cult more of a safe place for those who’d lost everything appealed to her, and while Nona isn’t always fond of how merciful Anthea can be, she does see the benefit of that hope-like she may be a bit of a bitter old lady now, but it’s nice seeing this little ewe not let the world turn them. The Lands of the Old Faith have always been cruel, so seeing someone who just...isn't is refreshing. She does, however, dislike how much Anthea neglects themself-she’s the only follower to see past Anthea’s smile early on, and while she doesn’t push because that only makes Anthea close off further, she does try to remind the lamb to take it easy.

Narinder - Narinder initialy did not like Nona. Like he knew of her from Anthea and via watching through the crown, but actually being under her care? He was tossed to her under the assumption from Anthea that he’d be violent, when in reality all he wanted was to lay down in a corner and go die from the guilt, remorse, shame, and grief. He blamed himself for everything and wished to be left alone, yet instead Nona forced him to wake up, eat/drink things, help around the house, forcibly taught him to cook and clean and garden and mend clothes and help her with knitting, until slowly he realized just what she was doing-he wanted to do nothing and just sink into his despair, yet by forcing him to do things, she was keeping him from spiraling/getting lost in his head. From there while not fully ok he did find himself growing to appreciate her, and after everything, finds her a grounding presence. He wouldn't admit it, but she kinda reminds him of what he thinks a his own mother could've been like, had he any recollection of her.

Nona had wanted to hate Narinder, but she’d already realized during the final battle that things weren’t so black and white with the situation-this god she’d assumed was fond of her lamb based on their stories, who was a good father to his kits, who’d been abandoned by his own kin, who in the brief moments she overheard him talking to the lamb via the crown was very obviously enraptured by the lamb via the way he spoke to them, for him to just ask Anthea to sacrifice themself was out of place. And once Aym died and she saw how grief-struck he’d looked, heard how he rasped out Anthea’s name, watched as he reached out a trembling hand to the Lamb's collapsed, wailing form not to hurt but to comfort, she realized there was more going on. And Narinder’s clear remorse and guilt after being put into her care was further proof of that.

Nona kept him from spiraling because she didn’t want him to just give up, since while Anthea was beyond her reach to help because of how distant they’d made themselves and how tightly they'd bound their smile to their face in their grief, Narinder was possible to work with so long as she played things right. She could help him, and through that, possibly help Anthea too. She also begrudgingly grew fond of him as more of his personality began to show, as while a little stubborn at times and awkward socially, he was soft-spoken and polite, and never complained even when he wasn't as keen on helping around the house. He made her motherly side kick-in full swing to where even after everything she does appreciate him stopping by her house to help out-not that she'd say that to his face though.

The Cult - The residential grumpy old grandmother to everyone. She can be scary sometimes, comforting in others, and a bit frustrating when she won’t let the younger members goof or slack off, but overall she’s this grounding presence a lot of them need. Most of the cultists are decently young (the youngest prior to the twins' arrival were only 18, most were between 18-27 with a few other elders ) and have lost their own parents and families, so she’s someone a lot of them turn to for more parental advice, with her sharper edges being more of a reassurance of her strength rather than a turn-away. She'll complain about you bothering her when showing up at her door at 3am shaken from a nightmare, yet drag you inside and force you to sit on the couch under a quilt while she makes tea regardless.

[siren-of-fire]

Immortal stuck between the cycle of Death and Life

[a interesting journey of a little cursed immortal from being in hands of DEATH and next being devoted to LIFE]

An immortal being who is a interdimensional traveller and finds his immortality a curse rather than a blessing. You have lived enough years that you can't remember from a certain time back and just make new identities whenever it gets too much and when bored would instigate things on purpose. Would let himself be manipulated willingly if it makes his boredom less.

And then you arrive on a new Realm as the pirates. Part of a red faction whose entire mission is to have a kill each week and it can't be just a simple thing, it needs to be special and creative. Entire fate of your faction is already sealed, you didn't get a choice to be part of it and neither will you get a choice to depart. The faction exists in order for the other three factions to unite and fight against you.

Immediately greeted with hostility by the yellow you soon realise it's just you and one other person who will have to take that task of killing on your shoulder. That other person isn't up for killing but you want to survive so you go to the cathedral to make a deal with the devil himself. A deal with death to help you survive by killing, his goals align with something you need and that is the start of your path down into chaos.

With the help of this demon you survive each week. He gives you knowledge, gear and trains you to become stronger.

Ironic how death itself is willing to help you survive and cause more deaths of others. But he is still your saviour at the end of the day.

Then comes the first day of week of reckoning where you have to get a kill or your entire faction loses one life. Out of nowhere the Noble king of Yellow asks you to take his final life. A sacrifice of a Monarch to Red faction

You don't view Monarchy in high regard thanks to your past experiences and because you have seen the people working under a ruler be exploited. The first day of Yellow harassing also didn't help that view change but then suddenly the King itself sacrifices his life……that was a moment that changed Mocha’s view about the Foolish. He still disliked Yellow but not the King. He wasn't fond of monarchies and Kings but the totem god of life changed that view a little for sure.

And it was also Mocha's first kill that was the begining of his eyes turning red and his path down to more bloodshed on his hands.

Later down the line Foolish is also one of the people who even wanted to figure out some sort of way to help the Red faction but it did not work out because the kill needed to be intentional. But the King did understand that red needed to be killers to survive even if others in his faction didn't and called Mocha a serial killer as if a part of it wasn't just for surviving.

And then comes a moment where this immortal cursed being starts challenging a certain Clown. Their are so many reasons to picking a fight against this Clown maybe it's to prove something to him, maybe it is about taking that revenge of day 1 or maybe it about proving you are strong and want to be respected. Either way you already know the outcome of this fight you pick and you know you are gonna die but being a Immortal death is the last thing you care or are scared about.

Even before the fight happens you are more worried about being made fun of rather than dying and losing everything you have worked hard for. You also know after dying you won't come back.

It becomes painfully obvious this being seeks death. You walk into that fight fully knowing you are gonna lose, your allies don't want to lose you, you know your faction is gonna die without you and you know there's nothing to gain in this fight and only losses for you.

SELFISH OF YOU, that's the best way to put it

But was it selfish of you when you pushed a Pangolin away because you cared about him and didn't want him to get hurt because you knew your own actions could cause harm to this other person. You would rather see him feel the hurt of you pushing him away then seeing him get hurt because of you. Is that selfish?

SELFISH but hasn't this life been selfish to you since day 1?

Not given a choice to be part of something,

Harassed by Yellow when you hadn't even done anything,

You didn't get to leave that faction even if you wanted to,

Had to pick up that mantle of faction weekly task,

You never got help from the faction mates when you were working hard to keep them alive,

Carrying blood on your hands and making your faction survive when most of them didn't even appreciate it,

People who were never invited to watch the fight forcing you to arrive early when the fight wasn't even something they were ever part of,

No one other then your faction worrying that without you the everyone in red would die,

Your entire living is selfish thanks to this immortality of yours which you wanna escape from…

So no seeking death isn't selfish when your entire existence and life on this Realm has been selfish and doomed since the start (The Keepers called red faction a mistake)

This walk to death, This dance with Clown was the one thing Mocha himself wanted, One thing that was about himself , The one time where the worry about his faction and others didn't matter and he did work hard to get this fight (even using Ros to instigate Clown) and prepared day and night for this [quite literally ccPili doing potions even in fever and Christmas and alot less sleep lmao] just so he could prove he was strong and give Clown a fight he remembers and prove he is worthy opponent..

A part of it was to gain respect but there were two people who did give that to him and believed in him until the very end.

Selfish of you to walk in a fight that is making you lose everything, selfish of you to pick up the mantle of red when nobody else did and selfish to try and survive and finish weekly faction tasks just like every other faction does but unlike others you are named the "Serial Killer” when other then killing Ros all your kills were for faction or instigated by other first (aka Tubbo fight near the king's bridge)

"I owe everything to you Bad" - Mocha

You would have not survived even the first week if it wasn't for this deathly being. Ironic how this devilish angel of death saved you and helped you in causing deaths (maybe it was to help you or maybe it also aligned with something he also wanted or a mix of both). Either way this other ancient immortal being was your saviour, and someone who was a mentor and close friend and family. He was the strong figure in Mocha's life who he trusted was strong enough and didn't push him away.

He was the strong pillar in Mocha's life who he owed everything to, ironic how death itself being a saviour to him. Bad gained nothing out of helping Mocha but he still did it that and yes it did also work to his advantage.

Mocha did want to live and was constantly worried about faction tasks until they were finished. He did care about surviving, even clinged to his last life for a very long time. Until he started seeking death and became more and more obsessive and chaotic.

When Mocha seeked death and all this while Death had been standing right by his side since the very beginning, helping him, protecting him and even stood next to Mocha and walked to the nether arena with him, giving him instructions the whole while he was getting closer and closer to getting lost forever.

And after the fight was over and Mocha was gone he wished he had prepared him more and checked his inventory before the fight.

"Pili and Pangi are like my family"

"Pili i am so proud of you”

"Your life was worth 7 lifes"

- Tr!Bad

"Bad and Pangi were my closest allies and like a family to me" - Mocha

And then comes the journey of Realms Eternal Crying Cat:-

You are a mayor of a snow town and was kidnapped from your home to this very different place you know nothing about and among these strangers who are calling you by your name and look at you like they know you and accuse you of things like amnesia when you are perfectly fine and have all your memories.

"Pili you should be less harsh with your words" WHY? Strangers telling you to be less harsh when you are simply just denying that you are not related in any way to the old cat they knew. There is no lie in that statement.

A certain someone telling you to be friends with him immediately and a certain someone else telling you that "you are not my Pili" and all this while your only goal is to find a way back home and not form attachments and they get annoyed when you simply just follow those two things. Others don't understand you so why do they expect the same?

And then there is this Totem god of life who immediately accepted you as a different and separate being from the old cat that once walked this Realm. He treats you kindly and does not use harsh names like Pili 1 and Pili 2. He is also the only person who doesn't relate you in any way shape or form to Mocha. It's almost as if he understands how life works. You are Pili 5 apples tall (a name Foolish gave him when they met on the day of end fight on the king's bridge)

You make a white room to test who you can trust on the Realm. There are simply two rules-you are only allowed to enter the room with no armour or weapons. The Totem walks without thinking twice.

(The paranoid angelic demon thinks twice before deciding but he also enters the white room in the end.)

And then the King does something no one else has seemingly even done and tried doing, HELPING YOU FIND A WAY BACK HOME.

The god of life calls the keepers to find a way back to your snowy town and even though it results in a bit of disappointment, that is still the most far someone has gone out to help you achieve that goal of going back home for you.

And the next couple of moments later you see him die in front of your very eyes, this is not only your first death you witnessed on the Realm but you also are not able to help stop it. You are dissociating in the white room and dealing with all other chaos happening and then you are killed. And then you kills yourself again through a beautiful purple crystal.

You decide to go to this Totem King and offer him your last life. You add with it an offer to join yellow and give your life because you know Mocha in the past had taken his life so you want to give him yours in return. He refuses saying you don't need to pay back for anything that part version of you did because you are different and also refuses to do it for any other reason unless you are simply looking for a reset. You agree and let him take your life.

You like your death to be a special occasion and only give others the pleasure of killing you when it's a special occasion or they are a special person to you. Foolish was the only one who did understand your need to be looked at as your own person and he gave you exactly that from day 1 on the end fight.

And then the god of life disagrees with everyone else who is still very untrusting of you and fully believes you are a different person from old Mocha. He even goes against words of his royal architect and smith father who are both a little untrusting of you due to Mocha's actions in the past. The King makes a decision as the ruler and you become part of his faction. He gives you a CHANCE to see where this decision of his will lead.

“its like having a family again”

“king I am gonna make sure I never let you down and will make you proud” - Pili

“I think I would like to give Pili 5 apples tall a chance a home. Since coming back he has been purple and been basically told by everyone- "I hate you, i liked the old Pili more" and you know its kind of been a lonely world out there for him. So I just think it would be nice to give him a chance and I would still like to prove that this is not the same Pili, this a completely different Pili and any actions of the different Pili should not be held against this Pili” - Foolish

He knows it can be risky but he still wishes to see where your addition to the kingdom will lead before harbouring any doubts towards you. Willing to always take a gamble this king and see where it will lead (a commen immortal trait to have)

You talk with King every time he is around. He gives you good advice- tells you to get strong but also be in control, to try and stop the cycle of back and forth you have got going on (Foolish was also one of the reason Pili simply handed Pedro back to Pangi) and has always got your back.

You trust him and he is the first person you confide in once the words of others about you having corruption and being the Mocha start getting to you (said by Beky and Pangi to Pili, at first he ignored it but later it did start getting to him)

The king simply tells you to stop believing in what others say about you to let those people “Royally fuck off”

You trust him with all of your secrets and thoughts. You are as transparent as you can be to him and promise to be loyal and fully mean those words (Foolish was the only person who knew entire truth about how the conflict between Pili and Pangi went. Pili confessed everything to him without leaving out any details or being biased in his words)

“you are one of the only people I trust in this place” - Pili

Over time you try your best to be helpful to the kingdom. You want to grow strong for them. From collecting flowers for the royal architect to being honest about everything with the King to also being there when Sneeg reached nirvana and helping him with the potions in the end. You contribute as much as you can.

The kingdom members also start trusting you from Ros protecting you when you felt unsafe in the throne room to Sneeg coming to help out when green stormed the castle or when you were unfairly murdered for no reason even though you didn't want the death to happen.

Soon even Ros starts opening up to you, talking about her feelings towards green and it seems like you are starting to get along with everyone in the kingdom.

“I feel like I have found a family”

“I am on the right side of history for once”

- Pili

A stage of Pili reconsidering if he should leave yellow so his conflict with Pangi wouldn't affect the kingdom also comes. He is happy in the Kingdom and likes being part of it but also doens't want anyone from Kingdom to suffer the consequences if his actions. That one classic move he is known to do, pushing people away so they wouldn't suffer because of him (this straight of his character both stems from being attachment avoidant and definitely has some undertones of being a independent individual).

And then comes the Royal Ball 2, an event that is supposed to be entirely to fix Ros’s time sickness. You, the King and Ros spend alot of time building for it and finally after hours finish all the work.

Then you accidentally die a hour before the party begins but Ros trades her time for you to come back and attend the event. Same Ros who once doubted you joining yellow and was not the most happy with that decision of the king.

And when you are having the best day ever you are killed in the middle of the room and the consequences of that are felt by the entire faction. Sneeg starts hunting down your murderer (maybe it's because a rule is broken but he is also frustrated it's always you getting killed over and over again) and Ros is caught in the crossfire.

The King asks the Keepers to trade two of his lives, one for the heart of yellow, the Royal architect Roscumber and another for you, Sir Pili of DTown. A life for PILI!

For Ros its expected since she was a lot high level player and Foolish finds giving one of his lifes to her so she could survive much more important but Pili...he doesn't need to do that for him since he was reset and at 0 already...but he still asks the keepers to do it. But sadly it doens't go his way.

“Pili has been one of the loyalest member of our kingdom” - Foolish

“After I showed up here Foolish is literally the only person who treats me with kindness and still defends me and thinks I am my own person and i should be treated like my own person”

- Pili

And that's where his journey ends.

Just a rough analysis and writing thoughts down of parallels some between Mocha and Pili. Mocha was best understood by Bad out of everyone else on the Realm. He knew Mocha had to kill and he wanted to survive and needed to do that. Bad has nothing to gain with helping red and he wasn't even a fan of red to begin with but Mocha was someone he was close to and he still misses that companionship. Also one of the reasons why he could never get along with Pili 2. He was different but also acted similarly but he still wasn't his Mocha.

On the other side we have Foolish whose faction suffered the most because of Mocha still immediately understood Pili 2’s situation and treated him like his own person since the start and later down the line even was willing to give a chance to him and let him join yellow. Even going against what the heart of the kingdom Ros wanted. It was a Kingly decision made solely by him and he was a right. Pili 2 was loyal to yellow. And let's not forget the three times Pili calling him older brother figure.

There is definitely something poetic in both those journeys. Mocha survived and tried to live and this death immortal helping him achieve that (he could have chosen not to help and the red faction would have not survived). He was someone Mocha owed his life to and wasn't mad when Bad accidentally took one of it. Mocha didn't push him away because he knew he could trust Bad, he wouldn't get hurt, he was a strong person in his eyes. He quite literally had a big part in Mocha's life from becoming what he did and even till the very end. Bad didn't care about the red faction but he cared about Mocha, and helping red did work in his favour since later down the line he got some red members in green.

“Pili 1 was the arbitrator of red faction” - Bad

Foolish was a very large part of Pili 2’s life. I genuinely sometimes sit down and think what would have happened if he hadn't been compassionate and open with him. He was the one person who always had Pili's back in his own way even going against what everyone was saying. He believed what Pili told him and was willing to take the risk and see where the road leads to and show he was right about trusting Pili, he was different from Mocha. This totem was the only person who treated him fairly and Pili also in return never took advantage of it, simply followed him. A strong pillar in Pili 2’s life. If it wasn't for this immortal inviting him to be part of his kingdom this little cursed immortal would have been very chaotic since even his will to go home had been broken by them.

A CHANCE, that's what Bad and Foolish both gave Mocha & Pili, and in the end neither of them regrets doing that risky gamble. It worked in their favour but also became emotionally closer and attached to this cursed Immortal.

And that's where the tale ends for now. A little cursed immortal quite literally stuck in a cycle of life and death finding ways to escape it. From being drawn to people who have a death aura surrounding them but also at the same time having that little will to live and live those happy moments at times (even if it comes at the expense of him getting manipulated or dying).

In the end Death is still clinging to the memories and Life is moving on like it always does. Wonder what the new storm Pili 3 will bring.