#the sun ain't even up yet 😭

[hero-of-the-wolf]

Link: *BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS*

me, who keeps waking up two hours too early and it shows:

[c0smoshit]

I wanna live ○°•

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Solid Snake/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Someone pays you a visit after Shadow Moses...

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut! vag penetration, fingering, finishing inside (yeah he is infertile) also slightly angsty and fluffy too!!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ of course my longest fic had to be one about mgs, anyways, I really enjoyed writing this😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 6.278

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

Hour after hour

Day after day

Weeks till months.

Your brain could still make a solid image of his face, the cold breeze of Alaska and, of course, the thrill you felt there.

It all seemed like the perfect dream.

A normal girl like you, surviving the most action movie scenario that could've had happened.

But it did right?

And you surely weren't alone.

His deep voice some days waking you up from another familiar dream, the tender slip of the sun, grazing your skin as you looked down and saw his hand moving along it. You couldn't get your mind off him, not even the last words you had heard of him.

"Maybe it's time I live for someone else"

"Someone else?"

"Yeah"

"Someone like you"

Mind sloppy, your eyelids stayed closed just a few seconds ago, hand reaching out for you to see your watch.

18:00 pm

What did he even mean by that?

You could only wish he felt the same way as you did now, frustrated with whatever was going on after Shadow Moses. It really wasn't fair.

Reaching out you looked at the serene wind moving the leafs of the trees softly, quietly tickling them as you scratched your forearm. You saw a tiny squirrel submerge inside it's homemade hole and it made you felt warm despite the chilly weather of autumn.

Frecuently you thanked the demands your job had to offer.

At first, having to practically hide yourself from humanity wasn't a really attractive option, but without anyone to really care for anymore it was pretty much a welcome invitation to a better lifestyle.

Of course you missed the warmth of people, seeing kids laughing as they played on some parks. But it really wasn't a big deal after all you had been through now.

A sound you really couldn't distinguish, it either was a branch falling right on your door or some wild animal trying to break in. For you, living in the outskirts of a practically unpopulated neighbourhood surrounded by miles and miles of trees it was something pretty normal.

However you soon figured out the rustle of some boots so you guessed you had some unexpected visitor. So, quickly readying your gun and placing it hidden on your hip, you carefully opened the door.

"Yeah, I was right"

Wait

"Pretty hidden spot ain't it?"

Wha-

His lips moved, his hair was still as short and dark as the last time you saw him, hell he was even wearing some dark clothes. But his bandana wasn't laying on his forehead anymore.

Your hands held the doorknob tighter as you finally figured out what was happening and most importantly, who was standing tall and proud in front of you that exact moment.

How did he even-

"Snake"

You mumbled out, finally snapping out of it and opening the door wide open. You saw his eyes trailing down your figure, as if he was searching for some kind of change, but he saw none just as you did.

You both stayed silent before you akwardly beckoned him inside, feeling goosebumps already forming on your bare arms as the chilly afternoon breeze seeped into your skin.

Fumbling over your hall, he stepped into your living room, small but cozy, his eyes searched for two cups, two pairs of slippers anything that could be shared.

Yet he found none.

Your table was a bit messed up from your paperwork but the rest of the room was pretty tidied up, he found those little details cute about you.

"What are you searching for hmm?, I ain't got no one hiding here sir"

You said with a sarcastic voice as he turned around to look at you, his face painted with a smug grin at your comment and you finally got to take in his state.

He was freshly shaved, his hair looked even better than before and he was wearing normal clothes, not the skin tight suit you got used to see. It was such a pleasant sight.

He didn't look as tired as he did inside those cramped up cold walls, searching desesperately for the so aclamed "Metal Gear".

He was just passing by, that's all.

"Your home looks pretty nice"

His compliment should've warmed your heart up, but there was quite other big reason why it was beating so fast. You lured him to sit down on the couch, sitting beside him right after.

"How did you even know where I lived?"

You asked with a surprised tone, yes he was fucking Solid Snake, it still amazed you the way his tricks worked not only inside espionage engaged missions.

He grunted before responding.

"There's a ton of info the coronel hasn't given you"

"The coronel gave you my location?"

You asked even more taken aback, first, how did he get such an important information so easily and second why did he want to pay you a visit here?

"What, you aren't happy to see me?"

He joked, and you furrowed your eyebrows in response, of course you were, you almost felt as if your soul had travelled outside your body the moment you made eye contact with him once again.

"Of course I am, but-"

You cut yourself off before responding, his eyes searching yours as you fiddled with your hands that where now placed over your lap.

"Why have you come here? After all this time..."

He placed his hands between his legs, bending his back a bit foward as he looked at the wall in front of you. Taking a deep breath before opening his mouth.

"I've tried to leave it all behind, everything. Shadow Moses, Liquid, all the people I had to kill..."

"But I just, can't with you"

You stayed silent at his words, your hands gripping the couch as you stared at him, looking at his profile as he still wouldn't face you.

"Do you want a drink?"

You didn't know why, but your mouth automatically opened to say those words. Maybe to cut the dense tension that had already formed in the air or just for you to take in all what was happening now.

He nodded his head and you noticed how he quirked his brow but a second later you saw him with a more serene face so you guessed it was a good option for the both of you.

Making two warm teas your head spinned and spinned, travelled over all the memories and asked and asked.

. . .

"Figured out jazmine would be the best option"

You added as you sat back down on the sofa, resting your left side against it as you looked directly at him right now.

His face was facing you as he took the hot cup between his hands and his mouth opened, yet yours did too.

"Hey-"

"You're-"

You both where still as indecisive as always, however you couldn't help to feel nostalgic about the confidence you seemed to have back in Alaska.

I mean, It really was a life or death situation so you were able to even joke with him, flirt, whatever your mind came up to.

But now?

It was a whole different story, he was sitting on your couch, drinking your tea and talking to you. The simple thought that he was back with you, that he actually searched for you as you did for him made you stutter around him.

"Thought I'd never see you"

Surprisingly, you were the first one to talk, and by your words it really struck him. You both were really desesperate for this moment.

"Don't forget my words"

"I do want to live up to someone"

You locked eyes with him, all the past and present tension starting to break up. All the emotions that time hadn't let both of you express were coming off strong right now.

And he was being serious.

When you both had survived, limping on each other, reaching your way out from the coldness of the snow and dry weather, you did take his words into your naive hands, backing them all up inside your heart.

And by the simple flow of your blood, they were starting to spill into your guts.

After all the days you've spent wondering about him, trying to finally put your feelings aside and start a new page, he was back here with you.

"Sna- David."

You corrected yourself yet his name felt a bit bitter on your tongue, you were already used to call him by his code name.

"I just- It's been months and just seeing you here is very overwhelming"

Your hands moved, eyes darting across the room as you talked about everything you had kept to yourself.

His icy eyes pierced through your face, however, they were still as soft as ever. As tender as his hands held your hand as he guided you around, contrary from his strong and rough demeanour.

They were calloused, your brain reminded you as he took your right hand between his own.

"I tried everything to forget, because I know this isn't fair for either you and me"

Your head tilted, fair?

What was even fair about the world you two had to live in, all the fighting and all the stress you had to carry over your shoulders just to make happy a few world leaders.

You remembered his words, how he wanted to live, how dead and life meant the same difficult story to him, yet he prefered to live rather than die without trying.

His mindset was a strong yet a naive one, he didn't know why he was still taking orders, why he killed his father or why he didn't seem to forget someone like you.

"I don't want to take the risk to go on other wars and die on you"

Your mouth dried up, he was totally right. Nevertheless, he could say the same about you, you both were involved in all of this and it wasn't easy.

His head then turned around so you couldn't see his dreadful expression then your hand met his shoulder, getting him to look at your face again.

And when he saw your smile, the warmth coming off not only from your hand but from your eyes, your words, your voice. It was starting to him dizzy.

"You aren't "dying on me", if so, I will be there to slap you back to life if necessary"

He chuckled, you both did, a little joke helped mend the thick air around your bodies.

Your hand then travelled to his arm, sitting closer to him as you desesperately seeked all the sensations you once felt.

"I do want to live up for someone too, I've been alone for quite a while now"

"And if it's gotta be with the same man who taught me all about Alaska's fauna, I'm so down for it"

You finished off as you stared at him and for the first time you saw a glint on his eyes, so precious and pearl-like. Not even killing all fox-hound off made his breath hitch as your words did.

Maybe he was finally feeling it, maybe this was the quickest route to happiness he longed for.

"I'm sorry if I-"

His eyes quickly snapped to your red face, finally taking in how close you two actually where as your body moving further from him on the couch gave him a cold shiver.

Desesperate for your heat.

So, as many times as before, he let himself flow with the ambient, him being the one to approach you, watching as your face came closer to his own.

And finally it happened, the moment you two were so needy for, not letting your minds even cross that scenario just for the sake of professionalism.

Lips melting into each other, you two weren't even touching each other as he parted from the softest kiss you had felt in your life. And it was coming from a man that has been through almost everything dealing with violence.

Silence comfortably seeped through your room, his mouth hungry for more as he had discovered this new feeling of love, lust.

19:40 pm

The sun had already started to set through your window, bathing yout face in a way that seemed too surreal for him. He had always found you attractive, cute, but seeing you this way made his heart ache even more.

He then really took in your clothes, wearing nothing but a loose shirt and some shorts paired with same coloured socks on your feet.

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into a very needed hug, it wasn't the first one you had shared but it definitely had some new feelings incorporated. Your breathing slowing down as you felt the rise of his chest against yours, drowning your thoughts into his steady heartbeat.

"I've waited way too long for you"

His eyes flinched open at your words before cussing at himself for keeping both you and him waiting. It happened so casually, so naturally it felt too good.

"I'm here now"

His forehead rested against yours, your hands still resting on his shoulders as you looked into his eyes, seeing the dying red sun on his iris.

He looked so peaceful, you had dreamt of seeing him like this, home and without any stopping a nuclear war stress visible on his frown.

Without the need of anymore words, you spilled your thoughts into his mouth, melting into a deeper kiss as you leant your body foward. His arms were still around you as you wrapped your own slowly around his neck.

Taking the first step yourself you climbed into a welcome lap after a while of kissing, your tongue begining to search his own when-

"Hmm?"

You looked into his eyes and you found doubt crossing them, he looked sideways as he parted from you before speaking.

"This is too straight foward"

He said and even when his words were confusing you found adorable the way he was out of breath, a slight pinkish tint painting his cheeks as he spoke.

"But I do want this"

You whispered out, your left hand laying on his cheek as you got him to look at you once again.

He couldn't help it, those eyes looking at him, begging him to please continue. It messed with his brain, looking back at your lips as you bit them softly before looking back into your eyes and seeing the security, love and lust inside them.

"I want you"

You mouthed into his lips, letting him choose if he still didn't want to take things this way as you had lowered your face into his, not closing the gap once again.

. . .

The sun had set just a few minutes ago and you parted from his lips as you lifted yourself a bit from his lap, earning an unsatisfied growl from bellow. Turning off the lamp next to the sofa creating a soft orange glow in the salon, not too strong to iluminate all of it but at least you could distinguish his face.

You turned around, forced by two calloused hands to sit back down on his lap, silenced by a hungry mouth that intended to finish what you had started.

Inside his head he saw the glint of your skin with this new added light, seeing how a thin layer of sweat had started to cover it in a delicious manner. It only added fuel to his deep desires of just kissing you, biting you, smelling you.

"You look too cute"

Your sudden voice alarmed him, making him face you with that hot blush still resting on his cheeks not giving any signs that it was going away in a while. However he just bit back a chuckle, smirking as he lowered your head to meet his lips once again.

At this point you had lost track of time yet you both still remained with the same clothes as before.

His right hand resting on your back while the other grabbed your thigh as you adjusted yourself on his lap, opting to just wrap your legs around him as he laid back into the sofa, careful not to crush your ankles in the process.

He felt your hands slowly make their way into the start of the half zipped biker jacket he didn't care to take off yet. Sensing your signs, he let you take it off as your lips traveled souther until they softly met his adam apple.

He really felt embarrassed by the way your only kisses were making him feel so hot under his skin.

With his jacket off and your hands exploring his chest within his loose shirt he too started to play with you, feeling up your back and down with big palms as you were busy kissing and nuzzling his neck.

Shuddering by his administrations you took a step further, peeling your shirt off as you revealed your comfy cotton creamy bra. You were starting to kind of regret all of this, you weren't wearing nice clothes, hell your shirt had some dirty spots from cleaning or cooking, you couldn't remember.

"So pretty"

You took in his words before the feeling of his hands laying on your bare skin now, dangerously close to the underside of your breasts as you looked down at him and saw that look of adoration in his eyes.

But you saw something more in them, permission.

"They don't bite"

And by your words, he slowly, really slowly it was starting to make you desesperate as you thought it was his way of teasing, placed his warm palms on your breasts.

They really shouldn't feel that good.

As weird as it sounded your mind started to wander off to how would they feel while you were on your period or even when you took off your bra after a long day, soothing away the pain.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you took in all the sensations, you could feel how tense he was, practically oogling at them it seemed like the first time he was doing this.

But your hands trying to take off his shirt distracted him, chuckling a bit before helping you out, throwing it on the ground the same way you did with your own.

Seeing his chest in all his glory you couldn't help but trace your hand over a scar he had on his left breast, seeming like a bullet wound. He took your hands from it, kissing it before turning your attention back to him.

His stealth skills really gave him advantage not only on the battlefield as he silently undid your bra, only taking notice of it when it was already peeled off from your body.

"Where have you been hiding these"

His comment made you turn redder than you already were, stretching your spine as you now felt his hands touching you properly. His kisses travelling down your neck as a string of saliva united you and his lips.

"Been waiting for this so long"

His roughed out voice made your mind forget the moment he had laid you down on your back on the sofa, his mouth kissing and almost biting your neck.

Wringling your hips he had to keep you grounded as your legs now where at his sides, whimpering as he kissed the spot right bellow your ear.

You could feel everything, the glide of his bare chest against yours, the warmth of his mouth, the tickling sensation of his breath. God you almost fainted when his hand found your nipple, pressing his thumb into it before massaging it around.

"Snak-"

"Call me David"

Right, david.

Liquid wasn't behind your asses anymore.

Shuddering his name his tongue rolled over your left nipple, massaging the other one with his right hand as you gripped his hair. Kind of missing his bandana but glad you could finally see his brows too.

The room was filled with silence and the sound of your shuddering breathing mixed with his own, the moon keeping sight of all of your sins tonight.

If he had known how good you'd sound, he would've done this much, much sooner. He craved you, he needed someone to take care of his needs, sick of just having to hide himself and work for others.

He needed you

And it wasn't only a need, he had felt this way for a long time already. Hell, he hasn't had any time for himself ever since he joined the fox unit once again.

He swore he was going to die without buring his face into a woman's legs once again.

His hand creeped downwards till he found what he was searching for, only to be interrumpted by some shorts. You quickly nodded your head, letting him take them off.

His hand smoothed unnecesarily slow over the skin of your thighs, making you shiver as you begged him to stop his teasing although he really hadn't that intention yet.

"You want this right?"

Sighing, you took his face in between your hands, feeling the smoothness of his aftershave having an effect on his skin. Locking eyes.

"After all the talk we've had, you're still asking for consent?"

You giggled but it really was another sign that attracted you more to him.

"Of course I want you, I've wanted you ever since I met you David, or should I say Snake"

You kissed his ear after muttering his code name, feeling how that little gest made him get all stiff in your arms again, relying on the soft groan that escaped his lips. You smiled greedily, now noticing how aroused he actually was, pressing against your knee.

Groaning he lifted himself up from you a bit, looking with blown out pupils the way you were sprawled bellow him, in nothing more than a pair of messed up panties. He closed his eyes tightly at the sight of seeing you so frustrated and wet, just from him.

Your feet palming him through his pants brought him crashing back down to reality, eyes shooting open to watch the scene. Your lip in between your teeth and your foot deliciously moving up and down his erection, you swore you felt him twitch.

"Playing dirty huh?"

Your half lidded eyes and smirk looking up at him, your chest glistening from his saliva.

His hand then swated your feet off him and now it was his turn to make you all messy and hot like he was.

"Spread your legs out for me sweetheart"

So with his chest heaving he opened your legs for him with big hands keeping them apart. It wasn't a secret that he had to guide all his movements on the battle, however, you were kind of impressed he did too in bed.

His right hand made contact with your inner thigh, head lolling back on the couch as he reached your through your panties, feeling all the slit that had acumulated there pretty much ever since you sat down with him on your sofa.

The arch of your back, your shallow breathing and the way you would flutter your eyes closed in such a beautiful way made him want to already skip foreplay.

Rubbing his fingers up and down your panties he saw the way your hips squirmed by his touch with lidded eyes. He pictured you taking him right there, begging him to please cum with you as your legs trapped him in a jail he wanted to be a prisioner for a long while now.

"Touch me please"

Your words gave him all the green lights he needed, diving right in as he took your panties off, helping you lift your butt and sliding them off your thighs.

He was enthralled with you, feeling softer than he could have ever imagined on lonely nights, sounding way prettier and getting into such a delicious dance with him.

You were slowly empting his sane bar.

His fingers were welcomed back into your heat, almost rolling his eyes back into his skull at the warmth, all the mess you had already got yourself into.

"Already this wet?"

Blushing you turned your head away from him, your arms resting by your sides as you avoided his stare.

"Cmon sweetie, look at me"

But still you wouldn't budge, still too embarrassed to look at him, were you really that messy down there?

"That's it"

He praised when he heard your muffled moan against your palm as he circled your clit, squeezing your cheeks with his other hand as he turned your face to look at him.

Hips halting upwards, he forced them down as he watched you squirm under him, taking your palm off your mouth so he could hear all your sweet whimpers being spilled into the lustry chilly night air.

"That good huh?"

He muttered into your neck as he fastened his movements on your clit, your eyes tearing up as you nodded your head, scratching the back of his hair approvingly as you felt him almost purr into your neck by your sudden contact.

"Gonna stretch you out, yeah? Want me to?"

"Y-yeah, yes"

You coughed as your voice had broken up a bit, feeling a smile forming against your neck in the process.

The pad of a finger began testing the waters, sliding around your entrance as he watched your face, seeing your mouth hang open, eyes closing. Tenderly making his way inside he kissed your mouth, swallowing every moan spilling from your lips as he had freed your hand now, feeling it caress his back as the other one still laid by his head.

The kiss was the slopiest one he had yet given you, sliping his tongue in between yours and the roof of your mouth as he started to move his finger.

The air had gotten even hotter and before he had noticed, your hand had crept inside his pants, caressing him through his briefs as you tried to get some "revenge".

"Mmhp"

Separating from you he let out a low moan, halting his movements for a brief moment as he got used to your soft hand on him, wanting nothing more than your touch.

You were playing the same dirty game he had started yet he couldn't "lose" to you.

So he sped up his movements, biting off a chuckle as he heard your surprised gasp, adding another finger to the stretch as he felt your walls hugging him tightly.

Your hand did wonders too, shuffling him off his pants and briefs as they now pooled right bellow his cock as it sprang free now. You cussed yourself you couldn't even glance at him because of his shoulder blocking your view, however, you could get a pretty solid idea of how it felt against your hand.

And god did it feel heavy.

Playing with his tip you saw his eyes flutter as he now laid his chin on your chest, shutting them close as he tried to focus on your pleasure.

"I'm the one here that's pent up and wet but how about you?"

"You're as hard as a rock"

You whispered the last words into his ear as you brought his head back into you, his nose resting against the headrest.

"It's been a while"

His voice was muffled but you could sense that he was bashfull, pumping him as fastly as he was fingering you, you both had finally became silent, fueling yourselves off the sounds that escaped your mouths.

You felt yourself getting closer, his mouth taunting you with kisses as a mere excuse to shut himself up. Pumping your hand up and down his hips tried to follow your lead, unable to stay put.

"Tell me whenever you're close"

His groggy tone vibrated inside your ear and that mixed with the feeling of him all over you made the coil that was slowly brewing inside your tummy fasten itself.

"Wanna fuck you so bad after this, so warm"

You could no longer see his face as his words were kind of muffled by the sofa and his own groans. You felt him twitch in your hands, his own fingers picking up the fastest pace you had felt yet.

"Dave- I think"

Your words were cut off as you felt yourself tighten, searching for your imminent climax as you clinged into his back, your hand no longer pumping him.

He was rutting into your leg like a dog in heat, kissing all your sweet spots he had come to know by this short period of time.

"Cum for me love, I know you can"

That was all you needed, practically screaming his name as you tilted your hips upward, head laying down on the sofa as your eyes closed shut.

His fingers kept pumping inside of you, driving you through your orgasm as he shushed you softly, caressing your cheek with his other hand as he rested himself up in his elbow.

The aftermath of his ministrations really tired you up still, as soon as you felt him rocking slowly into your leg you knew what you both really needed. He took off his pants, almost stepping on them as they fell to the ground.

"Woah, already ready for round two?"

"It's not a round two if you haven't even cum"

Your heated words were soon forgotten inside his head as you had now pushed him into his back, climbing back down into his lap. But now, feeling all you against all of him.

He was standing tall and proud by your stomach and you couldn't help yourself but take a good look out of the scene. You placed your hand right on your belly button and on top of his angry red tip, smiling at the hiss that left his mouth.

"You're gonna reach this deep"

Your words came out unexpectedly as his eyes turned almost white from how far they had opened, looking down with you as he admired the view, such a beautiful one.

"You think you can handle me being, that deep inside you?"

He puncuated his last words by grabbing a hold of both of your cheeks, squeezing them after giving them a soft pat.

He knew what he was doing.

He fucking knew.

But you loved it.

This side of him, his raw part, the one he didn't have to fake for anyone, his true feelings and needs. He was making you see red, rubbing your ass so smoothly, practically motioning you to sit on him already.

So you did, hovering over him with your hands placed securedly on his shoulders as he held your back tenderly with his right hand while his left rested on your hip, helping you down.

Wait, hold on, wait-

"Snake- I mean David, fuck, I forgot protection"

You went over to scramble off him but his hands kept you secured into his chest, not letting you go anywhere as he rubbed your back trying to get you to listen to him.

"Don't worry about that, I can't become a father even If I wanted to"

"Huh?"

Your eyes searched his face, looking into them as you saw a ting of pain inside them.

"You know all of my father clonation shit, I'm sterile, I'm not trying to lie to you y/n"

Right, you know remembered the talk you had with Otacon one day, explaining to you all of the "enfants terribles" project and hell was it terrible.

"Right, sor-"

His lips were on yours before you could even mutter a single apology, his left hand begining to move yourself against him once again as he sensed you pulsing down there. A good sign, he thought.

So you parted from him, getting into the real fun as your lips started to take him. Feeling his head pop in a little too fast, you whined out, a stretchy tingle of pain visible in your face as you stopped.

"I'm a patient man, be careful"

However, you could see that he wasn't. Biting his lip as not only his eye twitched the more you sunk down.

You repositioned yourself, a hand on his chest while the other still grabbed his shoulder for support. Finding the right angle it felt like it would never end, both of you closing your eyes as you savoured the moment. He knew if he opened them and saw you trying to fit him in, he would've busted right then and there.

"Fucking hell"

That's when he knew he was all the way inside, your butt touching his legs as you took a deep breath his eyes not leaving your face for the slightest moment.

"I don't want to be just your fuck buddy"

A confused groan left his lips.

"I know you will have to leave after this, but please, don't let this be a one time tension reliever"

He toon your cheek into his hands, rubbing it softly as he tried to find the sweetest voice he could utter out.

"I'll find you, I promise, I will come back here"

You felt a tear fall down your cheek, you felt connected to him, in a deep and far from understanding way.

"It's difficult now, I know, but I'll find you y/n"

His skin was yours, every breath you took was his, everything.

So with that said, you began moving, him immediately responding with a low groan at your sudden movement.

You felt full, not only in a sexual way, but your heart was full too. Crying out, not from pain like he would've thought but from pleasure, from the way you loved him so dearily, from having him beside you once again.

"I miss-ed y-you"

Your words were cut off everytime you bounced off his lap, your words being more than enough for him to want to coddle you up, so he did.

Grabbing your back he pulled him into you, hearts beating into each other fastly as your nipples rubbed against the expanse of his broad chest.

"I missed you too- hmpmh"

His own voice even cracked when you tightened up on him, feeling the wash of a brief overstimulation against him.

His cock rubbing all the right spots inside you making you hug him tighter, fuck him faster and kiss him deeper.

His hips began pushing into your own movements, making your vision blurry from all the pleasure he was giving you.

"You like that huh?"

"Please more Dave"

No more words were needed for him as he picked up a brutal pace within your cunt, hips pistoning into your own making you see starts.

He was spilling all of the words unsaid into you, all of his piled up feelings into your womb, eyes almost crossing when you had tightened up. Your arms digging into his back you were reduced into a stupid mess by now, blabbering his name as you bounced up and down almost automatically now.

"I'm pretty close... fu-fuck sweetheart"

He groaned out as his hands kept a bruising grip on your hips, basically doing all the work for you. And you could feel it.

The way he had become even bigger inside you, his tip pushing your fungy spot all over and over again, your name spilling out of his mouth out of the blue often. He felt as if he was going to explode so soon yet he wanted to drag you down to hell with him too.

"Cum with me... pl-please"

Your tear stained cheeks begged him so badly, so cutely to just cum, just for you. Almost the same vision he had imagined earlier, your mouth red the same tone as your cheeks as you pleaded.

"Please Dave- I... ngh! Need it"

Your voice pitched up as he drove himself so deliciously into you, he wanted nothing more than to fill you, to see it dripping out. Pumping himself inside of you he stayed there as ropes of white had began to paint your insides, your own climax washing all over you as you felt his arms pull you into him once again.

Chest heaving into each other, panting into each others ears like animals you tried to regain concioussness after the extreme pleasure you had recieved.

"Feeling alright?"

Hearing your voice he opened his eyes to see you in the most ethereal way he had ever seen you. Your hair sticking into your forehead, teary eyes looking out for him and trembling limbs on his lap.

You were absolutely spent.

And it was all his fault.

However, he did look like and angel too. The afterglow of sex lingering on his skin as he tried to regain his breath which he did pretty quickly, his body soaked up in sweat and his loving eyes, pupils blown wide.

"Better than ever"

He smiled so sweetly, so cutely you just felt the need to squeeze his cheeks like a granny, nuzzling his nose as you both giggled.

With a sigh you laid into his chest, forgetting the gushy sensation in between your legs, feeling it dripping down his legs. His arms wrapped around you like a blanket, not letting the chilly air of the air cool you down.

You let out a hiss as he repositioned himself, enhancing both of your overstimulations on the process.

"Shit, right, sorry"

You smiled at his rushed apology, but he quickly brushed it off you as he slipped out of you, whining out into his neck at the loss of contact.

"Lets get you cleaned up"

And with those words and your stolen answer from his sudden movement, picking you up from the sofa and starting to walk into what he thought was the bathroom.

[holdmytesseract]

hey my love ❤️ can I resquest u something?

daryl is expecting a child with the reader where he is super excited but he also spends his time outside, looking for things for his baby.. but he receives a call from rick saying that his girlfriend is in the infirmary and when he arrives he finds out that the reader lost the pregnancy and he takes care of her and pampers her a lot those days after they both take great care of each other, because he will also be super sad😭

Sorry for my bad english 🤦

Into Shards

Daryl Dixon x pregnant!Reader

Summary: When Daryl is outside the walls, looking for stuff for yours and his baby, he gets called back by Rick - only to come home to devastating news...

Warnings: Major trigger warning here! Miscarriage! pregnancy things, walkers, fluff, bit blood

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: Hi nonny! Thank you for the request! ☺️💚 I am honest... I don't know if I should love this one, or not. I tried to write a bit action as well, but it probably isn't the best... Hope you like it nevertheless! 🙈

Tagging: @km-ffluv @loz-3 @stitchintimefan @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @in-this-minute @hotgirlsshareaccounts @sweetpeapod @fuseburner @azanoni @bookofsecretjourneys

Masterlist

"'M goin' back out today. That okay for ya?" Daryl asked, while buttoning up the last few buttons of his black shirt and rolling up the sleeves. You smiled at him, stretched and stood up; leaving the cosy bedsheets behind. "Of course." You said, stepping closer and watching him slip in his angel-winged vest. Both your hands found their way on his chest, softly tugging on the cold, smooth fabric of the famous leather vest. "As long as you're coming back to us..." You whispered with a smile; your eyes never leaving his beautiful blue-greyish ones.

Us... The word hit Daryl like a ton of bricks - in the best way possible, though. It caused the ends of his nerves to sizzle. An overwhelming feeling of warmth and love flooding his veins. Us... He couldn't stop himself from smiling that signature sweet, small, boyish smile. "Ain't gonna ever leave ya two alone," he stated, shaking his head. One hand settled on your left hip, while the other found your yet non-existent baby bump. Although Daryl always stated, that he was already able to feel the tiny, innocent life. Despite the fact that you were barely eight to ten weeks along - according to Siddiq. Whenever he said that, you'd just giggle and shake your head.

"'M always goin' to come back for ya. 'Specially now." Your smile even widened; one hand reaching up to brush a chestnut brown curl out of his handsome face. "I know." You stood on your tippy-toes to brush your lips against his; eyelids fluttering shut.

"I can't convince you to let me join you, can I?" Daryl scoffed playfully, shaking his head. "Absolutely not. Ain't lettin' you walk around out there." You sighed, but giggled. "Thought so... Take care out there, yes? Be safe." Your boyfriend nodded. "'Course. Promised." "Good." You kissed him again. "I'll be back 'fore the sun's goin' down."

Daryl grabbed his crossbow then, his knives and took one of the pick-up's. His bike would've been a bit too small for his task ahead. With a last look at you and a soft smile, he left Alexandria; off to find and scavenge stuff for the baby.

Around midday, Daryl was already several miles away from home, searching every square inch of a few smaller cities around D.C. Daryl knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to be close to such a big city, but that didn't scare him.

Now he was sneaking down the streets of a rather very small city he didn't know the name of. Not much houses, only a few shops. His eyes landed on an old building. Not big and plain. Unimportant, unnecessary. He was about to walk past it, when he recognised the small sign over the old, rusty door... 'Smith's Baby Store'. Wasn't that exactly what he was looking for? "Finally," he muttered to himself under his breath, drawing his knives. With his foot, he kicked against the unstable door, listening for any signs of walkers. Nothing.

Carefully, he opened the door. It didn't budge at first, but with a little more strength, it finally gave in - as if someone was inside it before him. Looking around to check the street for any stray walkers - which wasn't the case, he stepped inside the small house. Daryl noticed immediately, that this house was constructed very... strange. The door didn't lead straight into the shop. It led into a long, dark hallway - with only three other doors. One on the left, one on the right and one at the end of the hallway. Daryl sneaked on quiet feet down the squeaking hallway; the old wood creaking underneath his weight. He checked the two rooms on the sides first, but found nothing. One room was already scavenged. Not much things were left. Most of the items useless and broken. The other room was nothing more than a broom closet with dusty cleaning supplies.

Daryl let out a slightly annoyed groan, before he made his way to the last room. The sparse wooden door wasn't locked. It was slightly ajar, making it easy for the archer to open it. The door led into a big room, full of shelves and cupboards, in which several baby things were. A smile twitched at the corners of Daryl's lips. Jackpot. But just a moment later, his expression shifted into a frown. The building had been clearly scavenged already, so... Why leave this room out? Why not take these things as well?

The answer got the archer only seconds after the thought had crossed his mind. He took a few steps inside the room - and immediately felt the floor giving softly in underneath him; bending under his weight. The wood was rotten, dilapidated and more than unstable. Daryl walked backwards again, biting his lip and weighing his options. Should he risk it? Should he not? He didn't know what was beneath the floor. Perhaps the basement? He could've sworn he had seen a small stair in the other room, leading down to a door. The basement couldn't be that bad, could it? And perhaps the floor held him, so... Daryl had been way too long on his way today and the past days - weeks. He didn't want to go home once again empty handed.

So, he took the risk - and paid for it almost immediately. The old wood held his weight the first time and also the second time - but not the third. It gave in underneath him, creaking and aching, causing the archer to fall - like he had predicted into the basement. With a thud, he landed on his back, groaning. "Shit." Only a tiny window let the sunlight in and illuminated the dark, dusty and... smelly room. His ears were ringing from the fall, his senses blinded for a moment, causing him to not realise instantly, what he got himself into.

Only when the sounds of low snarls and snapping teeth urged slowly but surely to his ears, he realised. Daryl's eyes widened in shock and surprise, before he scrambled to get up from the cold ground. The window didn't let much light in... But enough to show that said basement was filled with more than just two walkers... Way more than two. Daryl grimaced - in pain and frustration. "Damn it!" The walkers noticed him, of course, immediately and went straight at him. Daryl reached for his knife to get rid of the first undead, attacking him; all the while scanning the room for the door. He had to get out of this.

Unfortunately - just in that moment, while he was fighting the undead, started his walkie talkie to give forth some static hissing, before Rick's voice echoed across the basement. "Daryl?!" The archer got rid of another walker, plunging his knife into its rotten skull, before retrieving the weapon again, and reached for the walkie talkie attached to his belt. He thought it had been the last one, but just as he was about to answer his brother, another walker lunged at Daryl from behind, with such an impact that the little, black device slipped from Daryl's hand, along with his knife. A grunt left his lips as he tried to get the undead man away from him. He turned and stumbled to the ground with the walker landing on top of him. Its foul breath hitting Daryl's face; rotten teeth snapping at him, mere inches from his neck. "Daryl?! Do you copy?!" Rick's voice called out for him again. Daryl gritted his teeth and used all his force to shove the undead away from him. Quickly he reached for his knife and killed the walker. Panting, he fell back on his back, catching his breath. "Come on, Daryl! It's urgent!" Rick sounded almost desperate by now. Daryl took a deep breath and stood up to get the walkie talkie. "Rick? Rick! I'm here." He panted, wiping some blood from his face. "Sorry, man. Had to get rid of a few walkers."

Rick answered instantly. "Thank god. Daryl, you gotta get back here! Quick!" The man frowned, making his way to the small door of the basement. "Why?" "Y/N's in the infirmary! She-" Rick's voice broke and Daryl's heart dropped. You were in the infirmary? Fear and panic immediately started to rise within the archer. "Rick?!" He literally screamed into the walkie talkie, "Rick!" but all he got in return was static hissing. "Fuck's sake!" The archer cursed and slammed the device on the ground, before he literally run up the stairs and out of the house. Something was wrong, if you were in the infirmary - and whatever it was, he had to get back to Alexandria as fast as possible.

The gates got opened immediately, as soon as Daryl approached Alexandria. The archer didn't even bother to park the pic-up on its rightful place. He jumped out of the vehicle and slammed the door shut; seeing Rick already running his way. "Daryl!" The archer met his friend midway. "Wha' happened?! What's wrong with 'er?!" "You better see for yourself...," was all Rick said - a sorrowful look on his face. Daryl didn't let himself tell that twice, of course. As fast his legs could carry him, he sprinted to the infirmary. Without even knocking he ripped the door open and stormed in - attracting Siddiq's attention. "Daryl." "Where is she?!" The archer walked up and down the room like a wounded tiger; tried to push past the doctor - but Siddiq stood firmly in his way and tried to calm him down. "Daryl, calm down. Y/N's in the last room down the hall. Let me explain first, okay?" The black-haired man lifted his hands as if in surrender. Another try to calm the worked up man across him down. Daryl's chest heaved, as he grunted and gave the doctor a short nod - which Siddiq returned. "You... You might want to sit down for this." "Nah, 'm good. Tell me wha' happened." The doctor took a deep breath. "Alright, I... Y/N came to me a few hours ago; said she had cramps. Usually nothing to be worried about, but I checked on her nevertheless." Siddiq swallowed hard, lowering his head. "When I went to check, I... I saw that... There was blood, Daryl."

The archer's eyes widened and he felt his heart drop for the second time that day. Deep down, he already knew what it meant, of course, but he didn't want to believe it. Not until Siddiq spoke the dreadful words out loud. "Y/N, she... I'm afraid she had a miscarriage. I'm sorry." Daryl just stared at his friend blankly. The news - the shock was just too overwhelming. Without saying a single word, the archer walked past the doctor and straight down the hall, towards your room.

Gently opening the door, he found you laying on a bed, curled up into a ball. Your back towards him. He could hear the soft cries and sobs, which left your lips - breaking his heart. Daryl whispered your name, trying to hold back his own tears. You stirred immediately; hearing his voice. Shifting to face him, he saw your tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. "D-Daryl..." You sobbed, causing more tears to fall. He was immediately at your side, pulling you against his body. "'M here, love, 'm here. 'S alright, 'm here..." Of course, he knew that nothing was alright, but what was he supposed to say?

Daryl felt your body shaking against his. He wanted to scream; he wanted to cry - but he couldn't allow himself that. He needed to be strong for you. For the both of you. But the harsh reality hit him nevertheless. A few hours back, everything was alright. His little world was perfect. And now? Now it all came crashing down. The happiness ripped out of both your hands - within the blink of an eye. "I-I am s-so s-sorry, I-I-I..." You stammered, hands clasping on his vest; holding onto him for dear life. Daryl immediately shook his head. "Stop that, please... You have nothin' to be sorry for. This ain't your fault, sunshine." "It h-has to b-be! I-I must've done s-something wrong, I…" "Nah, you didn't. These things just happen sometimes." You looked up at him with hooded Y/E/C eyes. "B-But why to u-us? W-We were so happy about it... Looked forward to meet this baby and now... Now they are gone..." The words caused fresh tears to run down your cheeks. "I don't know, sunshine... I don't know..."

The most important thing was, that you had each other. It was going to be a tough time, but you knew that with Daryl by your side, you would overcome the grief. Scars were going to heal with time and sooner or later, you would welcome a new life in this world, where happiness was most precious and family was the most precious gift. Yes, it wasn't going to be easy, but you knew from all the things you've been through that everything works out in the end. After all, light couldn't exist without darkness, could it?

The next days Daryl spent the whole time at home with you. He didn't leave your side. Not even for a minute. The both of you spent most of the time in your house; secluded. Everybody understood that, of course and gave you all the time you needed to process the loss. Losing a child was never easy. No matter if born or unborn.

[aetherdoesthings]

hi, I was wondering if you could do a romantic x reader oneshot on Roronoa Zoro for Valentine's Day!

hi! sorry this took a while, but made it in time for valentine day before it ends!

forethoughts: remember that aforementioned crush i had? yeah really felt lonely while writing this bc ain't no way she's into girls 😭. anyways enjoy :,). also no i still haven't talked to her yet i still get anxiety when i open the chat because 🤷. sorry if the pacing is fucked i was in a rush trying to get this out before valentine's day ends (i'm still at my grandpa's house) so yeah.

notes: fem!reader, valentines day

February 14 was rolling around the corner and time was ticking. You had spent the 13th worrying about what to do on the next day with your boyfriend, thinking about what to do on your first Valentine’s day after confessing to each other at the beginning of the year. Sure, it had been only a month of getting to know each other better and being comfortable around each other, but to the two of you (or to you at least) it felt like years. 

With the sun already halfway through its shift, you started to panic even more, as a ‘perfect Valentine’s day’ itinerary still has not been formed. Seeing you in such a manic state, Nami and Robin had whisked you away, quite literally carrying you by the limbs off the ship and into town to grab something to eat. You insisted that you did not need to eat anything and you needed to think and prepare, but with Nami’s glare and Robin’s arms threatening to incapacitate you, you reluctantly sat on the wooden chair across the two women as food was served to your table. You picked up your fork, taking a bite as you swallowed. Immediately, you were reminded of how depraved of food you were, and engulfed the entire plate within minutes. 

“Has planning your day tomorrow really stressed you out, dear Y/N?” Robin remarked, giving you a napkin to wipe the corners of your mouth.

Your cheeks flushed red as you took the napkin, wiping your mouth before nodding your head. “I just want to have the perfect day with Zoro… he means the world to me, and I just want to have a good Valentine’s day with him…”

The moment you had confessed to Zoro, you had basically confessed to the whole crew since Zoro loved to brag about you being his girlfriend in front of Sanji. Naturally, everyone was supportive of it (Sanji as well after a few weeks) and it was common knowledge you and Zoro were dating.

Nami chuckled. “Still, it feels like you shouldn’t be putting in that much work into one day just by yourself. Do you know if Zoro is planning anything to do tomorrow?”

Your mouth was open, but no words came out. You sighed, shaking your head. “He’s been silent for the past few days. I tried bringing up Valentine’s day to him, and he just said ‘what’s that?’”

“So you’re putting this much thought and stress into planning out the perfect day with him but he’s not putting any effort into tomorrow?” Robin said.

The claim Robin made was like a bitter pill you had to swallow. It was true; while you spent your day stressing about Valentine’s day, Zoro was probably asleep or drinking or training in the gym like it was another Tuesday. 

“Come on, don’t sulk.” Nami flicked your head, prompting you to get out of your trance as you looked at the two women with a defeated look.

“Perhaps Zoro is planning on surprising you tomorrow.” Robin spoke out.

“Zoro can’t surprise me. I mean, he can, he’s just… not good at giving gifts. I love him, but sometimes I don’t want a bottle of sake for my birthday.”

“Didn’t the two of you finish that bottle in one night?”

“No we didn’t!” You shook your head adamantly. “Still, even if he’s going to surprise me… I just hope he doesn’t get me a dead boar again.”

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts, alright? At least he’s planning on surprising you.” Nami smiled. “It’s better than him just forgetting about you completely.”

“Why not just spend the rest of the day relaxing? You’ve spent the whole morning trying to plan for tomorrow. Just take a break; I’m sure tomorrow will be a great day regardless.” Robin suggested.

“We could go shopping together! I saw some really good shops near this cafe!”

You chuckled at Nami’s words. “Alright, alright. Sure.”

So you went shopping with the women of the Straw Hats, until the sun finally retired. The entire time you were still worried about tomorrow, but with Nami and Robin’s constant and unwavering encouragement and determination to make you not worry, you soon forgot about tomorrow and spent the rest of today shopping for clothes, watching Nami argue with a clerk for the price of a dress, and going inside libraries with Robin to check out books for Chopper and herself.

Since you had spent yesterday relaxing, you had nothing planned whatsoever for today. You had gotten into bed with Zoro, asking him one last time if he had anything planned for today. He simply grunted ‘go to sleep’. So you did.

The moment you woke up, you immediately noticed the Zoro-shaped hole in the mattress, your hand placed on the hot surface. Zoro must’ve gotten up a few minutes before you. You let out a sigh, forcing yourself to sit up as you rubbed your eyes. Zoro always woke up before you; he liked to train in the morning and get his morning workout done before the crew woke up. 

So today is a normal day after all… You thought to yourself. Even though you were disappointed that there wasn’t going to be any grand plan or event that was going to happen with you and Zoro, you were still determined to spend the rest of your time today with him. 

To your dismay, you had spent your entire day in fact trying to find Zoro on board the ship that was nowhere near land, since Franky had raised the anchor last night. Frustrated and tired, you had locked yourself in your shared room with Zoro, looking at old pictures of the two of you together, not a shred of love or romance beating in your heart.

You didn’t know how long you were moping for when the door to your room suddenly burst open. The green haired swordsman was standing there, wearing a shirt you had never seen before. His swords weren’t strapped to his side, his bandanna still tied to his shoulder. He ripped the blanket off your body, grabbing your hand. “Come on.”

It was already dark out, your legs wobbly and shaky from not moving the entire day. A mix of emotions surged to your head, your mind deciding what you should feel. As that was all happening, Zoro had swung you over his shoulder, as he ascended to the crow’s nest, plopping your body next to his. 

“What-” You were sitting on a bunch of cushions and pillows, while Zoro took a blanket for himself. There were treats and food littered around your makeshift seat, all foods that were your favorite. Candles were lit and scattered haphazardly around, placed by Zoro’s boots and your barefoot, away from the blankets and easily flammable cushions. The swordsman’s swords were placed beside him, one hand on all three hilts. His other hand was already gripped onto the neck of a bottle of sake, as he began to chug it slowly.

“What is all this?” You finally spoke after your mind had finally processed everything.

“Did you really think I forgot about Valentine’s day, dear?” Zoro let out a low chuckle, looking at you as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “Look.”

He removed his hand from the swords to point at the vast sea. Suddenly, red sparks colored the air, then orange, yellow, coloring the dull sky with bright cheery colors. You sat there in your comfy seat, jaw agape as you stared at the fireworks like a baby, your ears filled with the sound of cracks and wind of the fireworks launching into the air. The show lasted longer than you expected, the last firework forming a heart shape.

Zoro planted a kiss on your forehead, looking you in the eyes with love and affection, compared to the dull and lifeless ones he gave you yesterday. “Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.”

[onehunnit]

Trial and Error: First (ish) Impressions

- not one song under 3 minutes we're bringing the pop back into k-pop god BLESS

2) We Don't Stop: This song is hip hop and rock in one and I think really solidifies xikers' niche in 5th generation as experimenting with different hip hop and rock genres in one. The post-chorus is actually genius bc of how they pace the song, like it gives us time to breathe before throwing all this craziness at us

3) Red Sun: The way I will be working out to this song... we always expect anthemic songs from Kq groups and this is it. I feel like I'm about to take down my enemies in a cyberpunk dystopia.

4) Supercalifragilstic: CLUB BANGERRRRR CLUB BANGERRRR ain't none of them can be at the club but they KNOW. I am a TSRONG believer that every bg should have at least one club banger and this one is xikers'. Im not too well versed in genres but this is definitely a subgenre of house/edm 😁

5) Every Flavor Jelly: they put yechan in front of a mic and said "go crazy" and bro took it personally. ALSO BRIDGE 😭😭🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾 IS SO HEAVENLY

6) Break a Leg: God, teen rock BOP. I don't even know the lyrics but I feel so goddamn emo I have tears in my eyes on the train. They will always know how to close a fucking album. Jesus fuck. Okay. Im actually gonna cry.

I am just overly impressed by how ROCK SOLID this release is! Everything is so tight and seamless and there are no/negligible weak points. Xikers has not even had their first year anniversary yet they have such a strong understanding of their selves, individually and as a group. Even when they go into different genres its successful because they don't lose their selves. At all. There is such a strong sense of identity and authenticity in all these songs and it builds up to a journey that I was all to happy to go on. Hats off xikers, as of rn, Trial and Error is my AOTY.

[early20sfailingplenty]

It's not quite an ask, but more of a prompt to help spark your creativity!

I already told you that you haven't *forgotten* how to write the boys, Eri, you just need to knock some rust off. You've *already* written many exquisitely beautiful HOW pieces, AND YOU WILL DO SO AGAIN.

You're riding with Lester in his truck, he hears your stomach grumble and asks you when you ate last. When you can't give him a good enough answer, he opens the glove compartment, pulls something out and tells you to eat it.

What is it?

Kelly.😭😭😭I hope you're right... I do have some Sinclair WIPs in the works but I'm not sure if they're gonna be any good. I'll try though, maybe I'll be proved wrong. Thank you for being so sweet, supportive and encouraging.🫂💗

This is a super good prompt & I have some ideas!!!

The days during which you accompanied Lester on his work collecting roadkill were long; it took almost an hour at the asscrack of dawn to pack up Lester's truck to make sure that he had everything he needed. Snacks, water to drink and water to wash his hands down with, rope, an emergency tyre, extra gas, his burner phone so he could communicate with his brothers if needed... and you.

You were such precious cargo that even though you were perfectly capable of doing up your own seatbelt, Lester insisted on doing it up for you as he yanked once, hard, on the belt to make sure that it was sturdy. Even the thought of something happening to you had Lester's chocolate browns filling up with tears. It was overbearing, but well-meant and quite sweet.

On this day, the sun was high up in the sky, baking up all the roadkill Lester had yet to collect on his travels between the legally non-existent town of Ambrose and the interstate. Your stomach was beginning to tell you that you were hungry, and Lester picked up on the quiet rumbles before you did.

"Y'hungry, sweetpea?" Lester took his eyes off the road to look at you, his eyebrows reaching for each other in concern.

"Starting to."

"When'd y'last eat?"

"Uhhh..." you looked up at the rabbit's foot hanging off the rearview mirror as you thought about it, but you took too long because Lester shook his head in disapproval.

"No answer is an answer, darlin', an' it ain't good 'nough."

Lester looked back at the road but took one hand off the wheel so that he could open the passenger-side glove compartment. He rifled around, looking between the compartment and the road, and pulled out your favourite snack. He took out one, two, three of your favourite snacks; two savoury ones, and a sweet one, and then leaned behind his chair to grab you a bottle of water.

He bundled them in your lap, shut the glove compartment, and gave you a heavy look which had you picking up the nearest treat. The fact he hadn't tried to get a feel of the plushness of your thighs as he had dumped snacks into your lap spoke volumes of how serious he was about you eating right now.

No one neglected Lester's most special one. No one.

[rayan12sworld]

💜🧡Baby, You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet

By:TriviasFolly

Summary:

For thirteen years, Wei Wuxian had been cautious. He hadn't done anything that could risk his new identify as Mo Xuanyu. He'd distanced himself from anything that had to do with the Clans he grew up with. Only for one coworker's sick kid to cause his past to come hurtling back at him.

His past, of course, is named Lan Wangji. And this time, he won't let Wei Wuxian go.

Chapter:19/?

Words:111,721

Status:ongoing

Tumbler :@triviasfolly

Drunk lan jingyi....so cute 😭😭

“So confusing,” Lan Jingyi muttered. His eyes following Wei Wuxian in a way Lan Wangji wasn’t particularly fond of. “Confusing?” Lan Wangji prodded.  “He’s so,” Lan Jingyi flushed red. “Pretty.”  “Pretty,” Lan Wangji’s teeth began to itch.  “Like a mom.”  ~~~

Nice,” Lan Sizhui yawned from where he was nestled against Wei Wuxian’s side.  “Mn,” Lan Jingyi yawned against Lan Wangji’s chest. “Like a real family.”  Lan Wangji nearly jolted as the words pulled a pleased pur from Wei Wuxian’s chest. He smiled as he caught a hint of red in Wei Wuxian’s face before it was nuzzling into Lan Wangji’s neck. The boys were out before the halfway point of the movie, victims to the nest. Lan Wangji wasn’t sure either of them ever remembered being in one.  It was amazing how Wei Wuxian could fix things Lan Wangji didn’t even realize were broken. Lan Wangji kept his words soft as he murmured them into the crown of Wei Wuxian’s head.  I love you.

~~~

It was Lan Xichen’s time to growl. “If you wish to challenge-” “Maybe I will,” Lan Wangji hissed through his teeth. It earned him the satisfaction of seeing Lan Xichen’s eyes widen in surprise. “Because I know I would have the backing, because of my mate. Something you’d know if you looked past his skirt. Instead, you’ve no doubt been arming your friends with the knowledge you find my mate a slut.”  “I would neve-”  “Do not lie to me,” Lan Wangji cut him off. The words were falling from his mouth in a torrent, years of remaining silent rushing from his lips. “It is not the first time you have confided in them, or did you think I do not know the rumors?”  “I don’t know wh-”  “The only person who I told I loved Wei Wuxian was you,” Lan Wangji barreled over him. “No one saw me leave with him, no one else knew I’d mated him. You were the only one I trusted.” The words made Lan Xichen flinch, as if Lan Wangji had slapped him in the face. “I put up with the rumors back then, but this time your words do not just affect me. They affect my mate and my son.”  “Sizhui-”  “Loves him,” Lan Wangji didn’t care what protest his brother would supply. “Sizhui reached out and connected with him on his own. Now, SIzhui is trying to fight the rumors that call the man he calls mama every omega insult under the sun.” He took a breath to level a glare at his brother. “My son, who I must remind you is an omega.” The first flash of shame went across Lan Xichen’s face. “Think about that the next time you disparage my mate and throw the word omega slut around.”  Without waiting for his brother’s reply. Lan Wangji marched out. ~~~good , lan xichen needed it, does he have to disappoint lan wangji like this 😒😒

Lan furen ,” Lan Wangji smeared the title across Wei Wuxian’s neck along with blood. The buttons of his shirt popped and skittered across the floor as Lan Zhan tore it open. The golden eyes burned as he peered up at Wei Wuxian. “ Furen .” “Furen,” Wei Wuxian repeated. He gasped as Lan Wangji decided licking wasn’t enough, his teeth sinking. “You like that?” He tried to tease, but he was too off-kilter for it to have his usual teasing oomph. The rumbling purr from Lan Wangji was more than enough answer. “Here I thought being your little wife was enough.” “Never enough,” The smallest furrow formed in Lan Wangji’s brow. “O-” The word was knocked from Wei Wuxian’s lips as his back hit the wall. “Oh?” “You are mine,” Lan Wangji’s eyes smoldered . “Until the whole world knows, I will never be happy.”

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“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji soothed him with a kiss. “He made you furen.” “I was there,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “If I fuck up one thing he’s going to have my head.” Ge, why does mama live away from everyone else? It just happens sometimes, A-Zhan. The important thing is we can still see her right? And bring her flowers! The memories hit Lan Wangji like a freight truck. Fear seeped in as cold as the snow he remembered seeping in through the knees of his pants. How could he forget the only Lan Furen he and his brother knew? He felt his jaw tighten. Was that his brother’s play? Make it seem like he was accepting Wei Wuxian only to write him up for something minor and have him exiled? “I’m glad we have an understanding,” Wei Wuxian sighed, having misread Lan Wangji’s internal monologue. “We’ll just table all of it.” “No,” Lan Wangji felt a fire light bright within. If Lan Xichen wanted to play this game, he’d picked the wrong opponent. Did he really think Lan Wangji would sit back and watch him give Wei Wuxian the same treatment their mother did? Maybe if it was the first time they bonded, Lan Wangji might have accepted it. He would have seen it as the atonement for saving Wei Wuxian. But now? Now he had the taste of a life with Wei Wuxian. He wasn’t going to settle for anything less. “We do all of it.” “Lan Zhan-” “He made you furen because it no longer benefits him to keep you out,” Lan Wangji explained. “You’ve become popular with the family, to the point where he’s worried I might bid to take his place. He sees this as appeasing me.”

"I’ll be here for you the whole way.” Lan Wangji murmured, pulling him close.

~~~ good 👍 👌 👏, I really like this Lan Wangji, it's good that he won't settle for nothing His decision cemented in his mind as their heartbeats matched. Wei Wuxian wouldn't loose this life, he wouldn't be exiled. Lan Wangji would make sure of it. Even if it meant disposing of his own brother.

~~~wow I have nothing to say😭😭 he is really amazing

[sn4pozu]

how Richard Trager uses Instagram (yes, he would use Instagram):

this is Pre-Engine Rick because realistically post-engine Rick would have other things to worry about besides instagram

30 stories a day, from dawn till dawn again this man is addicted to the layout

doesn't use stickers because hes a grown man BUT HE DOES HAVE A BITMOJI THAT HE USES RELIGIOUSLY

its half office reels, half food pics, and a quarter just rants

overuses tags to hell, even randomly mid sentence , example: "#Amazing day today at @MurkoffOfficial ! this #Work ain't doin itself 📋💻👍🏻 #Workday #Monday #Officeday #ADayInMyLife #Job"

sometimes thinks that Murkoff should totally have a social media account, he knows its dumb but he cant help wanting more followers 😔

"Suns out guns out! #Sunday with my bud @JeremyBlaireOfficial" and its a picture of them in a golf cart holding champagne (not gay, just besties)

Not to sneak in my RickJer agenda but in my minds eye they signed eachothers golf clubs

tags the location if he could he would

username is something obnoxious like 'RichardTragerOfficial' like nobody know u lil bro 😭😭😭

buys likes and followers to feed his ego

4k followers thats like 85% bots

" @McDonaldsOffical Never fails 😂😂😂 #hangovermeal #NoRegrets" and its a fish fillet with the most inhuman bite you've ever seen taken out of it

WOULD POST A SWEATY GYM MAT AND TAG THE GYM AND IT'D HAVE A DUMB CAPTION LIKE "Workout Wednesdays! 🏋🏼‍♂️💪#Wednesday #Gym #Exercise #GymPic #Muscles" HE LACKS SELF AWARENESS DONT LAUGH

would 'ironically' comment "Hot! 🔥🔥🔥" on a mans gym pic and would slutshame a womans gym butt pic

"he hurts every woman hes ever met because his true soulmate is a man" - Sock-rates

he would unironically use hashtags in a sentence for fun, also urges Jer to be more active on Instagram

imagine the most white grown man, now add curly blonde hair, uhuh now give him a gay sweater, now make him homophobic & gay, yep .thats him officer

HAS gotten scammed on instagram, he threathened legal action and got his money back and deleted their account after a week tho

weekday streaks exist to him, no hes not a middle schooler hes actually 30

look at me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't make fun of feminism in the comments section of those LibzDunked accounts

his Close Friends stories are just aftermaths after nights out, its either him drunk posting or filming himself talking to the camera about his hangover

its just Jer and a few other friends but it has the same intimacy of homosexuality

theres one video where hes drunk and actually tripped and fell so comically its been 7 months and Jer still makes fun of him for it (laughs along but actually hates it like viscerally)

he has 3 phones, both iphones and one is a samsung flip (he wanted the hype), a work phone, home phone, and his normal phone, why does he need so much? why is he not robbed yet? we will never know....

replies to those awareness posts about war in the middle east and goes like "damn.. thats unfortunate 💔 hearts goes out to them 🙏 @Chriswalker89"

most menacing instagram white man, cyberbullies as a past time and has 5 alts just focused on Harrassment+ Stalking people

he'd doxx which hospital your mother is staying in with no shame

"If you don't take that back I'm injecting your mothers spine with brain eating parasites" and he means that for real

would post corny atheist memes & misinformation

induces paranoia as a hobby "Yes ma'am i am a licensed doctor vaccines Do cause autism" as a treat

he fucks around too much one day his main gets suspended and he calls Instagram customer services

if you wouldn't think he'd try to hook up with an instagram influencer you are a liar

weekly self-help book recommendations that he doesn't read and actually just gets payed 7$ per link

im not saying he would make an alt to just hype up his own photos but he would.....do that.....

also gets blackmailed his own dick pic but whatever that was in the past

on a side note Jeremy does have a year old instagram account that only has 2 pictures (both just bar pics of him posing with a glass of wine like an idiot) and his entire Tagged section is just RICHARD TAGGING HIM IN ANYTHING

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Maira Live-Reacts! - Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck)

And we're back with another absolute banger by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels. It's the Platonic Sugar-Baby fic of your dreams, go and read it immediately.

Spoilers below, read at your own risk!

I'M SO EXCITED AND I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED READING

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TORRES? MAIDEN NAME TORRES??? 👀

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Every time I have to read about the scene where they want to take Chris away I feel such rage. And the I remember the end of S7 and I rage even more.

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*Eddie trying on a suit* I feel you, my guy, there are so. many. colours.

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AN ALARMING BRITISH ACCENT YAAAAAS 🤣

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We all need a friend like Mel. Someone to click the button for us because WHAT THE FUCK NO WHY!

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'Everyone checked out hot guy's asses' oh, Buck. Bless your heart.

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The 'I'm an ally' blue screen Buck convo is always hilarious.

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HOW MUCH FOR A WATCH?! 😳

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*does conversion to NZD*

*passes out*

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Ah, sweet sweet revenge *cackles*

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THE EQUIPMENT! 🤣

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'Take me.'

... Buck. Baby, honey, sweetness. Giving the man a coronary was not on the agenda for tonight.

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'I'll just fantasise about the guy once! It's totally fine! Out of my system!'

*insert Sure, Jan dot gif*

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Y'all are idiots, is what you are

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Good grief I adore Mel. I feel like she's Eddie somewhat-safer Lena (no street fighting, please and thank).

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And that's how you deliver a smack down.

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... Oh, Buck, you little shit.

I ain't even mad, this is gonna go great. *grabs popcorn*

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*applauds* Bravo, boys, excellent performance.

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I JUST WANT TO CLONK THEIR HEADS TOGETHER OH MY GOD

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I know it's needed for character and plot progression but THE SHANNON ARC has me EMOTIONAL for MANY REASONS

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'He was never Buck's to lose' my fucking HEART, Mads, how DARE.

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This death scene is still brutal as fuck, damn.

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Woof, this is bringing back some memories I was NOT ready for today.

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The Diaz parents haven't even spoken yet and my Rage is already Peak™️

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Oh damn we're still doing the bomber storyline noooo

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How dare you drop Chimney Name knowledge off screen like that. Rude.

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PotC guidelines quote, yuussss

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Hand flex hand flex HAND FLEX

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... No stupid lawsuit arc, I BEG OF YOU

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Eddie, no, you didn't fail. 😭��

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Mel! 😭💔

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Fucking Helena, I stg

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And now tsunami gate? Mads.

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That line slays me every time, no matter how times I hear/read it. Goddam.

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Okay, phew, at least we're not going with slimy mcdouche lawyer.

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Aaaand there we go. Finally. Some sense for our beloved characters.

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LEGALLY BLONDE JOKE YAAAS!

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Ah, poker has replaced fight club. Healthy.

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Wait. Never mind.

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Eddie Diaz, my beloved 💔

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Skynet is already here, of that I have no doubt

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Oh Lena and Mel are gonna be dangerous together and I am HERE. FOR. IT.

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CLONK CLONK CLONK

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Oh, this is new...

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"You will never be enough for the wrong people" is a fucking line and a half, damn.

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BOY HOWDY IS THE REPRESSION GONNA COME OUT, JUST YOU WAIT!

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Yeah, Mel, get some! 🤣❤️

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Out of the mouths of babes, damn.

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FUCKING DIAZ PARENTS I STG!!!

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Ah, meta.

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I loathe the Elder Buckleys with the fire of a thousand suns.

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Charli-noooooooo

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I definitely need an epilogue scene to have Mel's speech at their wedding

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THE SPPECH! THE CHEESE! THE SMOOCH! 😍

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The two are so soft for each other in the best way, I can't even

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KARMA'S A BITCH, AIN'T IT, BUCK? *cackles madly*

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Not his team still dying 😭

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One must never disappoint Yousseff!

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Meddie friendship confirmed, huzzah!

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What a fab read.

[somnolentleviathan]

So.. Modern fantasy au I guess? I could've just made him a demihuman with the same info and moved on but here I am at 2am

Now I don't have ideas for a plot but if I think of any I'll make another post

Again modern fantasy can be part of the Mafia ideas <3

If we do the Mafia idea I'm just using his original character sheet lore wise he would just be a snow leopard demihuman LOL - I may post another of the original but make him a demihuman and that's it so me explaining won't be so confusing 😭

For his first character sheet: X

Mafia ideas: X

Name: Sylus Love

Age: 24

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Looks: Has silver hair (which is dyed his hair is normally black) , grey eyes, - he's 5'3" - Has scar on his left eyebrow

- His outfits do vary from baggy outfits or crop tops with a jacket and always jeans

Personality: Caring to those around him, curious about everything, adventurous, professional yapper, patient and affectionate, he can be quite brash (though this is rare sometimes) and not afraid to back down - tends to start fights, he can be very jealous

Negative traits: Obsessive

Likes: - Sweets (mainly cookies), he really likes fish and wants a pet beta (white and black to match his hair) - tbh he would love his own little aquarium, loves rain, sharing food (loves hot pots), he loves any source of water and the life living in it

Dislikes: Sour food, the sun, doesn't care for dogs all that much, eating fish. Seeing people eat fish around him.

Powers: Snow leopard shifter !

- He struggles to control his powers sometimes and can't hide his ears and tail

Background:

[ Sylus didn't remember much of his life, one minute he was trapped in a hunters trap than he was in a witches house healing. He did learn that he could shift and that he was a familiar, which he was thankful it was another shot at life, but that good life was soon gone as his owner would get mad at him for every little thing. Got the wrong item? He was punished. Ate without approval? Punished. Even talking to certain people got him beaten. No longer trusting their familiar Leto cursed Sylus making the other have to follow every command that was spoken to them.

He eventually was able to escape, getting lucky as Leto forgot to chain up him, and forgot to lock the door. Maybe he was testing Sylus if the familiar would stay, but he didn't. Sylus stays on the run and is worried he will run into Leto again, mostly since the other is looking for him, mostly since Sylus is still cursed to listen to whatever command is thrown at him. Sylus is looking for a way to free himself from the curse. ]

Notes about him:

- Has ADHD, has sensory issues, he does have autism but is undiagnosed, anxiety and depression (which is also undiagnosed. Everything he has is undiagnosed.)

- He wants to study marine biology and has a huge love for water life

- Loves the cold, and tends to roll around in the snow human and animal form

- Complains about the heat a lot yet he still loves going to the ocean but prefers it on a cold day or rainy day

- On rare occasions he will eat meat raw but he prefers it cooked (he does refuse to eat fish)

- Due to the abuse caused by his owner his sense of hearing ain't that great (compared to how good a snow leopards hearing normally are)

- The curse works for anyone, if some stranger orders Sylus to sit he will

- Even after what he went through he is still rather very trusting of others

- Though just because he trust easily he tends to not give out his name that quickly worried someone will return him to his master and tends to ask the person if they know a guy named Leto, he also doesn't mention that he's cursed

- Yapper, just loves to speak and struggles to shut up - changes topics quickly

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension (Chapter 7.9)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.8

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD VERSION (LINK)  (I am entirely ahead on this site now. 7th Dimension on Wattpad has now accumulated more than 10 chapters even before I published this one tonight. There are minimal scenes back in the previous chapters which has been altered there, so sorry about to those who only read my updates through Tumblr because there might be some differences in Satoru’s characteristics which has been changed on Wattpad already, yet y'all are bound to read the altercations in further chapters. Heehee.)

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (End of Chapter 7. Part 10) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: All good things come to an end. Yet, the days hereafter might hold something more for both. One which consisted of utter perplexity, interest and mirth rather than today. 

Warnings: Somehow kinda soft Satoru? I mean, you'll understand why. Tiny-Chan is being sweet through words? It's subtle though. This ain't fully candy-sweet yet and I'm terribly waiting for the moment they would be. (T_T) Just the word Damn? | Just imagine the bandage scene gifs included here are the ones he currently has. Not the ones he had via JJK0, alright? Basically, the black ones that he has right now is what he really have with Tiny-chan.

7th Dimension Taglist: @dailystsg (Send me an ask or message if you want to be added or removed, bb’s!)

REBLOGS, COMMENTS OR ANY SORT OF FEEDBACK MAKE MY HEART TINGLE AND SQUEAL, ISTG. 💙 I DO APPRECIATE THEM ALL. SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS WITH EVERY CHAPTER I WRITE. I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! LMAO.

Words: 5k+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIFs 😭) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. OG characters are created by me and will be stated during my brief author's notes. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be for the sake of the story. Please do not post/copy any of my writings/works anywhere.

THE SUNBEAM OF THE AFTERNOON SCINTILLATED THROUGH YOUR SKINS; the warm heat of the sun looming over you and Satoru, at odds with the brisk breeze as you crossed the threshold within the boundaries of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

It was a maunder through the pavements, mosey on up back to where you were guaranteed to be headed. Back at Satoru's sleeping quarters heisted for the meantime. This seemed like a thorough dawdle with the white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer. Worth to be painted a word picture of a leisure walk as if you weren't aware that Satoru was not entirely damned late enough for whatever meeting or assembly he had.

Needless to say, the latter did not give a damn or two on it at all; the negligence he had with time involve. You've eventually adhered to the necessity of his wanted presence, considering the idea that he was of paramount importance with the denomination he had been gloating, one worth to be printed as a front page headline of the newspaper like Spiderman has finally revealed his face to the world.

The Strongest. Two words. Twelve letters. It wasn't difficult to comprehend yet the description felt like the panjandrum of the century. Was he really the only one in his world? Did he not have a partner for help then or rather another person who was worth to be entitled as the second?

Satoru was ensured to be chastised that his dilatory punctuality had involved to be taken by an irrelevant woman in their world who'd just needed to be chaperoned out for shopping.

Everything had been equanimous walking through the borderline hills towards the institute; the quietude for Satoru's congenial company unusual to his incessant badinages sent here and there. This chop and change regarding with his behavior making you chew-over that he was reflecting over his own thoughts for whatever concerns or matters he was dwelling about. 

You knew you were on the sly upon giving him inquisitive ganders, sneaking glimpses walking alongside of him. Your face partially hidden behind the top portion of your Neko soft toy, over-scrutinizing this whole comforting tranquility that has been settled between you both when in fact, Satoru has been experiencing that zany, homely atmosphere again. The restful lull enwreath with amenity when he has held you in his arms back at that time during the Hatagaya incident for which always has him in a woolly thinking.

"Got somethin' to say, Tiny-Chan?" Satoru divulged to your incessant, sly glimpses. He spouted upon a question out of the blue, nipping in the bud of the silence that was starting to grow familiar as the clock ticked by. An over free sense that he'd ruminated for a time being; for a cordial tranquility he had not asked for; a sensibility that always leaves him feeling strange. 

"Huh? What do you mean, Satoru?" you've blurted out of the blue, partially lost in your own faraway land for a second or two, dubious that he was actually and entirely aware that you were sneaking in glimpses when he wasn't even looking at all.

"You seem like you have somethin' in mind, though." he bluntly put it that way, shrugging to himself before he pressed on with his candidness, "---unless, you're keepin' them to yourself? You do know you're bound to spit those secrecy of yours when I'm with you until you're aggravated enough to pull all of my hairs out. I'm not one to heap praise on any lie when it comes to you," pause. "---To put it simply, you're actually just beginning to stare a lot. Heh."

The white-haired sorcerer fiddled along the contents of his pockets. One hand aimlessly shoved inside as he gave a minimal smile that you've briefly laid your eyes upon. The other grasping along the handles of all your tremendous amount of paper bags that he surprisingly held for you. His focal point just straight ahead. 

With a scratch to the head, caught in an disoriented phase that came with a stutter from his frank mouth, "Ah---Eh---Hm, was I? Uh---" Peering up at him from the sides, the glint in your eyes irreproachable. A school of thought that calls into question for how their abilities functioned at all. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer hummed in return to acknowledge you. His subtle genial smile relentless as he was anticipating your intriguing questions about Jujutsu every now and then during the day spent with him. 

To be honest, Satoru subtly hoped it wasn't one he'd experienced prior to when he felt strangely awkward. A weird fortuity he'd never been familiarized in because he was Satoru Gojo. He was a man; a shameless one to be exact. Yet, you have made him feel rather fiddly not long ago.

"---If you could actually teleport by the way, then why didn't we just---well, since you're late to whatever it is you're needed to go to..." You've consciously trailed off, thoughts going nowhere and not knowing if you were making sense, testing the waters upon a subject that has been outlandish when it would be engaged in a conversation back in your rightful dimension. One ought for humanity to interpret as if you were of cuckoo. 

To Satoru's world, it was simply a conventional, homespun scenario. 

"Ah, Spatial Manipulation, you say?" Gojo uttered as a matter of fact. The pitter-patters of his footfall appeasing to the rhythmic thrums of your heartbeat once you've apathetically responded. Pitch all wordly-wise for him to smirk on to.

"I've said what I said. Teleporting. It kinda' has the same function."

"To your sporadic brain and non-sorcerer perspective, it might be called teleporting. But, to us, Jujutsu Sorcerer's, it's Spatial Manipulation." his tone was jovial as he stood corrected, dancing along his words to your mullish prudence.

"Whatever you say then."

The latter gave a second through his brief deliberation, not wanting you to see that the question has caught him off guard. Your query being asked also to himself, yet he kept his cynicisms to his own, "Hm, First off, you wanted to take the train." he vaguely and quickly responded without any second thoughts. Before you could've opened your mouth to speak, he raced you off to your canny objections, "---Well, I assumed you were."

"But, you could've saved time?" Hugging the stuff toy closer to you. A knot upon your brows formed with your lower lip jutted out in a pout, mulling over the thought.

"Yet, isn't that what you wanted? To take the train?"

Satoru lightheartedly pressed on, repeating his latter sentence. It was giving off the impression that he was obstinate over his own opinions and was telling himself that and not to you. Thus, which held the furrow along your brows rather much tighter. Gojo appeared to be stressing on the idea or was probably just playing with you that he had to think you could also be one to blame for his intentional irresponsibility that he has welcomed to his harum-scarum ways.

You've reached a hand to scratch your nape, wondering why he was keeping the notion as a close-minded opinion, "I didn't actually say that---you know what? You're having a habit on putting words in my mouth. You just assumed I was because I haven't been to Japan. Ever."

"Ah, really now?" he sounded ingenuine as he asked, seeming to be feigning the skepticism and satirical sense of humor dancing through his words, "---weren't you actually skipping and mentally screeching like a child once you've seen the train?"

He's very much aware of his surroundings. Too mindful. Your mouth was kept shut as the words echoed in your brain. The subtle scrunch of your nose overflowing with aggravation for being culpable to Satoru's insane insights of his surroundings. Definitely, an ability you were starting to be suspicious of unless he was just utterly sensitive to the happenings that encompassed around him. All images were being reminisced to that particular moment where you were rooted to the spot from the Pokemon characters painted and printed along the interior layers of the train you've boarded in with him. 

"They've designed Jigglypuff, Skitty and Togepi well." you murmured rather softly, an admittance that wasn't meant to be heard as your mouth and words were muffled. 

Satoru couldn't help the smirtle that has been drawn to his face. All the while, his pitch was astute when he voiced out a quip, "Ah. That was an expected line from you. You're fond of another fluffy little thing." he'd began to pull on your leg, repossessing the prevalent jocularity he was having with you prior to the day rather than the easement that leaves him otherwordly unsettled. 

"---Let me raise you a fact, Tiny-Chan. Digimon's so much better." 

You've blinked to yourself upon hearing that come from him, slipping on a hop to your own place when you've taken a pause, delaying alongside Satoru who'd expressed his resonating curiosities, figuring out that the tiny, foreign woman he's with has briefly bounced on the soles of her feet, enfolding the Neko Stuff toy closer to you like you were starting to engage in a battle, "Excuse me---Is this another debate, you want?" 

Satoru blinked behind his Stygian sunglasses, pausing midway upon his drift away; his satirizing beams faltering before it grew into a wide, toothy grin that you've grown accustomed during the time being, "Hehe. Ting! Ting! Ting!" he pointed his fingers up above in steady counts to eulogize through your anticipations for his behaviors you've started to verse in, "---You got that correct! Hate to break this to ya' but I'm not backing down on this one. You're in for a verbal debate with the strongest!"

You've given him a grimace that has been purely frolicsome to begin with for his jocose altercations which always ends up in prolix piffles, "Eh! But, you never really do back down on our verbal debates anyway nor do you accept defeat! It's always an endless round!"

Tokyo Jujutsu High's ambiance was as hushed as it ever was. Satoru was roaring with laughter at his own childish witticisms that ensued to your own flounders. It was an interminable hooey that contradicted to your contretemps as you've both wandered further deep into Tokyo Jujutsu High. Footsteps going pit-a-pat as it lightly tapped along the nicely bricked built pavements. 

The cluster of your planned malarkeys were set to a stop. Your attentiveness stowed upon Satoru's fingers that kept tinkering inside his pocket as he was dragging on with his balderdash, not having the faintest that you were letting him win on this one. Well, he always insisted and have been stubborn to withhold his verbal triumphs. 

Once you were both situated under a tall, big, Japanese maple tree---being shut out by the heat of sunlight. Satoru had dug out his blindfolds from his pocket. The soft, Stygian fabric wafting through the borial breath of wind that drifted in definite directions, sheltered by the shade cloaking you from its shadows as you were both only a few meters away from the center of the wide-ranging institute. 

It was finally time-out.

"Satoru?~" you've accepted the paper bags in his hand when he'd outreached them out for you to take and finally give them all, lately fathoming how it was a plethora of his gratuity being given until they were all handled. Unbeknownst to you, the timbre lulling along the mere call of his name sounded utterly pulpous and benevolent. Unreasonably benign for Satoru to even give chaff to. All of a sudden, the flurry of air have been thawed for no reason; a reason that Satoru have been depriving himself upon perception. 

The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer felt the warm gust swallow him whole, kept inside the arcane notation he was having. An intonation he somehow found...saccharine. He haven't realized that he'd match up with your own pitch and eventually used the one that also made your toes sweaty and soles jittery, reciprocating what was being given as you've also felt the same way. 

"Yes, Tiny-Chan?~"

"You're putting the blindfolds back on now?" Thoroughly filled with artless curiosity, you've cocked your head to the sides, still wondering why the Sensei have been switching them from time to time and not having an ounce of knowledge regarding about the reason behind it; when he wears it or when he doesn't and why he wears it as well. 

This day had not been enough to read him through. Satoru Gojo is still an enigma; a paradox you've got yet to discover, a riddle you've needed to cudgel your brains out for this one. His background history entirely a closed-book needed to find the key to somewhere stowed away out there for you to hunt for.

Little did you know, it was also the same for you as for Satoru's perspective over the whole thing because your existence was one of the most difficult conundrums for the strongest. 

You were standing before him, utmost intrigued. Your childlike curiosity, a guileless flicker and dazzle within your eyes that surrounded you when you were gazing upon his face. Satoru knew you were engrossed over his presence. Though, he was oblivious to that heart beating within you. It skipped tethering, deafening beats when he'd sweep his sunglasses off his face in a slipshod manner. 

He'd blinded you with his beauty, rendering sightless for your surroundings and only to him, alone. Being immersed by the firmament he'd provided. The welkin you've started to traipse upon when you've fully had another chance of seeing the entirety of his face, without anything hindering Satoru's sight. 

It always leaves you in a magical reverie. How one can look utterly heavenly for a person to exist. He probably wasn't real. No man could be of paradise. You've rapidly blinked, packing up the daydream he has been pig-ignorant of---or he knew how the sum of his unhindered face alone could affect you in every way when you've gotten a gist of his wide, grin when you were distracted by appreciating Gojo Satoru in the flesh as he continued to yap. His hand holding onto his sunglasses while the other was his blindfolds. 

"Yep! I'm meeting with Principal Yaga and that old man anyways," he extolled with a shortened pause, perceiving a figure meters away without even bothering to turn his head to. It was beyond one for a normal person to know anyway who'd not been gifted by the six-eyes. Hence, this figure was Megumi Fushiguro, his first-year student based from his extrasensory perceptions. Satoru was having the best standpoint because there was no blockades over his sight now. "---I doubt they'll be asking about you yet because I made your presence utterly discrete for them to notice. Aren't I the best?" he yammered on, his succeeding sentences fading away in a whispered self-thought, "---Unless, Ijichi began to fink out in just a matter of hours..."

"Your eyes---," you've started off, mind in a state of stupefaction but also conscious of the veridicality that was guaranteed to slip through the tip of your tongue, the euphoria of your day fueling your heart into spouting reckless honesty that pledges to the confidence being consumed. 

Satoru was sharp-witted to cut you off with his witty, pompous remark. His grin growing wider like a Cheshire cat, "---are pretty. I know. There's no need for you to say it out loud. You should at least, humble me a little."

You've blinked another, shunning off to his haughtiness with absolute innocence that enveloped around you. A guileless spirit that girdled the emanations of this abrupt personality or response he'd created out of you from his unanticipated parade of his heavenly bare face.

"I wouldn't call it that way. It's pretty-basic. Hm. They're...a pair of spellbinding paradise, Satoru." A moment of pause. You've taken a calming breath out of your nose, smiling the brightest as you've dragged on. The end of your sentence being hummed while you've mused, thinking of better terms to get what was needed to be uttered out of nowhere, definitions that was certainly taken out of the dictionary to create a better meaning of the word 'beautiful'. 

"---Definitely too good to be true. If I could honestly assess them,"

Thus, the verity over your words---how you've run your mouth off for him, your reckless and impulsive honesty was a curse he would want to eradicate.

This felt more of a special grade malison or hoodoo than all those he had ever fought. 

"---I'm claiming it to be of stellar."

Blithesome whispered in the breeze. Satoru's white, luscious locks rippling through the zephyrs. His reticence imbibing the mellowness of the atmosphere; his taciturnity tumultuous for you to analyze on. A stifled smile forming the ends of your lips as you've went on with your candor. 

All words were put to a stop from your staggering speech with Satoru placing his sunglasses back inside his pockets. His own Sable blindfolds halting mid-way across his vision when you had to peek to the side, admiring how he was entirely a beauty created by the heavens. The genuineness unconfined from the glint in your eyes that the strongest had given a glimpse to, gaping through it all as if he was at a loss for words for the first time in forever. 

I know. It's the prettiest; basically the most beautiful out of all anyways. His dormant thoughts filled the empty ravines, ringing in nothing but hushed echoes that couldn't be uttered out of his boisterous mouth. 

That was what he wanted to say; that was what Satoru Gojo needed and supposed to proclaim out loud and not this shushed state he was currently in. 

Satoru couldn't get a grip on what he wanted to say as if his tongue has been cut-off all of a sudden. He couldn't believe it nor did he wanted to acknowledge or accept it that he couldn't retaliate from the words that left your mouth for the first time in his life; for the first damned moment in his life did he become soft---bashful over a cracker-barrel wisdom commented by a mere woman. This unidentified non-sorcerer who'd existed out of the blue during the heaps of calamity through the issues of the Jujutsu Society. 

A woman; one that was bound to experience such demise if she was not protected. 

Satoru blinked before you, caught in the wrong foot for hearing your sheer frankness that has possessed you in such a surprising time. His blindfolds already halfway through when he'd suddenly felt a rush of warmth spread across his face, one that comported himself into expressing a gape as he was concentrated over the fabric that drifted and went along with the breeze of the atmosphere out in Tokyo Jujutsu High. An annoying warmth that he wanted to slap himself on the face because it left him in a fit of pique, breaking from his tough masquerade and unveiling the empathetic sensitivity that begun to froth.

Damn it.

"Just wanna be frank this once since it'll serve as my gracious payment for today. An eye for an eye. Or must I say..." you've begun to trail off, getting a glimpse of the strongest appearing to be taken aback. Such an unforeseen position you've recognized him to be in. The utmost opposite of his usual demeanor that you had the opportunity to see; a remarkable occasion that nobody---no one had ever seen which emanated a warm beam that has spread across your face, summery than the sun can ever be.

"---An honest feedback for an honest feedback. Heehee! Enjoy those Ice Cream Mochis I made just for you, Satoru!" 

A stifled giggle went straight passed your lips with Satoru stopping on his tracks and actions. Gathering all the paper bags on one hand with your giant Neko stuff toy in the other, you've taken one bounce in place, exerting effort and a succeeding audible huff before turning upon the heels of your feet, evacuating from Satoru's presence when the cognizance of your own actions begun to thwack you in the face. 

"---Bye-bye!" you immediately exclaimed your regards, knowing well now where his dormitory was and what building it is within the institute. Though, the locations you were only habituated of had been his room, the kitchen and what particular classroom does he teaches with his students. Other than that, the institute was still a whole mystery for how far-reaching it felt like it was. 

All your hands were full and it was hilarious for anyone to see. You've hugged all the gifts and prizes to yourself, briskly walking away with a suppressing giggle when you haven't heard a word from Satoru nor did he have the short time to respond. Before you could actually say knife, you had already turned your heels in the midst of darting away from the whammy he was in. 

Much to both of your stupefied predicaments, Satoru kept track upon your sprint. Mouth still bizarrely zipped. His stellar eyes stuck on you alone. A gesture that have been an essential nature he'd hardly regarded until this exact moment where the heat felt too palpable to restrain from, a harrowing concern that leaves him overwrought, "---Oh, take care and be safe! Thank you so much for today!"

Take care. Be safe. Thank you so much.

Satoru Gojo felt the heat rise to his face, further and further through chasmic gaps. Free-flowing towards chasms he never expected to. Parts of his face that weren't meant to take a tour. Last time he'd checked as he bore in mind, the Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer hadn't remembered a time nor a split second where he had heard such compassion, genuine care and appreciation which fostered him during a day as if he was meant to be treasured, someone who was human and not as some weapon or armament to be used to.

The man never did remember. He tried to summoned up all moments but ended up reminiscing on nothing other than the care he'd accumulated from both of his closest friends who knew him better from the bottom of his heart. 

Because being the strongest meant he had everything worked out; being the invincible meant that he was to be regardful of everything to the point of nursing for himself, mindful that no matter how many allies you've got, if a Jujutsu Sorcerer dies then he or she dies alone. It was an inevitable chore from the day he was born to his world to claim the supremacy of what his real abilities hold for him. How his birth played a vital role in the evolution of the Jujutsu Society. 

Hence, hearing the tenderhearted words chanted out of your mouth in the most genuine timbre he'd heard has set him off in an unfamiliar demeanor he never expected. 

"Eh? T-Tiny-Chan! Come back! I still have something to say!" 

Satoru heard himself well and clear. Did he just stammer a little over your sudden flowery truth? Those paltry adulations that has been unlooked for, igniting a prompting speech impediment over him when it wasn't meant to happen anyways. 

"Your chatters are endless! There's never a time you've got nothing to say!"

That's not true. He'd heard his innermost thoughts reiterated for himself, taking all the exuberance you were offering and the existent portrait you were welcoming him with. He'd become aware and caught sight over that faint wave of your hand that settled around Neko-San, apparently its giant size were burdensome enough to flaunt the simplest gestures because of the plethora of gifts equipped within the bundle of your arms. 

"---Stop being lazy and go where ever it is you're needed to be. Bye!"

As expected, Fushiguro was in repose as he divagated within the expanse of the institution. The inheritor of the Ten Shadows Technique had an apathetic expression on his face when you've passed by him, eyeing everything what you were holding to yourself. He hadn't been given the opportunity to see your face nor did he see that you were peeking through the arm of your soft toy when you acknowledged his presence.

"Sea-Urchin!---I mean, Hi, Megumi!" 

Megumi scrutinized your form through his thick eyelashes, giving a second of incertitude before he responded with a stolic tonality of his voice, giving you a slight bow of recognition once he ceased from his deliberate wanders. Even through a distance, he was aware that you were with Gojo. Obviously. The black-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer witnessing those melodious giggle he subtly heard from a distance. The tiny hops with every step you've taken as you've drifted away from his Sensei who hollered out loud for you to come back, making the first-year student critically assess what was happening. 

"Eigo-San." Fushiguro apathetically regarded, continuously straight-faced. 

Once you were far enough, your figure miniscule to be detected from the position that they were in. He'd approached Gojo, assessing through the glance he'd given to his Sensei who was aimlessly fondling with his Stygian blindfold grazing around the tips of his fingers, not knowing what his expressions was as it was apathetic nor indistinguishable. The teacher's countenance inscrutable, giving little away. 

Satoru knew Megumi was around the corner and had to at least grab a hold of himself after that abrupt honesty you have given him. 

"Gojo-Sensei," Fushiguro acknowledged the teacher. Satoru's bare face par for the course of Megumi's anticipations because the first year knew already how he looked like with or without the blindfolds on unlike the previous first years---who were now second years---had no idea prior to that particular day on how Gojo appeared to look like without it when he managed to blow the gaff over the eyes he masked. 

"Oh, Megumi!" Satoru stated with a smile plastered on his face, warm and cordial for his student. He'd veiled his previous pneuma deftly. He cloaked in the frontage he usually had with his students. He'd begun to tie his blindfolds back, wringing a hand through the fluff of his locks with the spaces of his fingers, going over his forehead and through his hair being arranged in barbs with the undercut shown against the nape of his neck as he did so.

"Did you enjoy the day with Eigo-San?"

The lids of Gojo's eyes began to nictate through the fabric that concealed his eyes. Megumi's precipitated query making him wonder why he was being asked by a question that was obviously out of the box to begin with from the juvenile who was always outwardly stoic and calculating. 

"Huh? What's with the sudden question?" he blinked another through the clothing that covered his eyes. Megumi avoided his gaze and also had been like he dwelled from the abrupt question he had given, wondering why he even had to ask. The first- year probably regretted it as well when Gojo abruptly began to poke borak over a mere question that should've been out of his concerns. He grinned from ear to ear, instantly stepping a foot forward to clung an arm around the student's shoulders with a grin.

"---Had you missed me then?!"

"I knew I shouldn't have asked. It's a personal question anyway. Tch." Fushiguro deadpanned and grumbled, scowling to himself and wondering why Gojo ignored the subject, looking as though he was desisting from a simple inquiry that was answerable by a yes or no. At the same time, his first-year student was pulling out all the stops for the tight, lanky arm that clutched around his shoulders, "Oi, Megumi-Kun!" Satoru tauntingly chided, chuckling here and there before his student's lackadaisical honesty made him inquisitive about what he really wanted to say for the second time around.

"I already know the answer, Sensei. That's good to hear. Y-You need to stop wrestling me around now." 

Fushiguro elucidated out of nowhere, huffing out an exasperated breath when Gojo began to tussle him over like a kid and dragged him to anywhere he wanted. Obviously, the black-haired student was opposed to the confining space that his Sensei was giving him. Megumi's face unexpressive nor could he know what he was thinking from his own analytics other than a deepened grimace that Satoru habitually sees every day. 

"The answer to what? I didn't even said anything! Huh?" Gojo ceased the scuffles he was giving to Megumi. The first year peeved to the bones when he'd taken a hand to stressfully scratch along the back of his head, a deep frown of annoyance as he sighed out an audible breath of exasperation once he was out of the Sensei's hold. 

Little did Gojo know, his ears and cheeks had a tint. It emancipated hues of crimson that were a perpetual undertone which he was unheeded for when you've taken your flight before Megumi could even put one's oar to whatever it is you were having with the Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer. Those tinge of warmth that enveloped in mantled shadows no matter how Gojo endeavored the guise he tried to play. 

That particular eccentric, warmth throwing him off, unrecognizable for the emotions he ignored once Megumi have been on sight. He had never been aware of it nor did he perceive that he was experiencing one. Yet, his first year student found it utterly peculiar for such an odd image of his Sensei seeming to be in a flustered state that had to be too good to be true and difficult to process for those who were accustomed to the usual spirits that Satoru provided for them. 

If Megumi was an idiot, he would've blamed the sun that has probably given Gojo that strange flush over his face, the scarlet hues that gathered in trails over his own skin. 

But, he believed he wasn't a halfwit or a simpleton as he claimed how his two friends were. Let alone, including the Sensei's ignorance through it all. 

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Hiya!!! Hope you're doing well! JASPER WITH HIS LITTLE COLLAR AND TAG!!! BAT DOG 🦇🐕 😭😭😭😭! Adorable. Adorable!! Tattoo do be poppin' and them cowboy boots ..... okay, okay, I see you. They also look stellar by the way.

Haven't had a chance to look at our boy Delaney but that snippet 👀👀👀 oof.... things indeed escalated quickly.... how very interesting 😏😏😏. BUT YOU WITH THESE CHARACTERS AND THEIR SLUTTLY LITTLE BUTTON POPS AND SHIRTS JUST HAPPENING TO COME OFF?!?!? SIR... sir.... please ... PLEASEEEE have mercy on thine souls 🫠🫠🫠

Alright, now that I've gotten that out, let's get into it.

Just The Sunshine | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

Ohhohoho.... honey, it ain't the sun that's got 'em all hot an' bothered like that. Don't know how much help that umbrella is gonna be there, Bobby boy 😂. Awe, but they cute, they cute as hell: looking at him like it's their first date.... fuckin' gush.

The Flirting Game | Eames x gn!reader

“Darling-”

“Just fucking leave it, alright?!” You snapped, pushing him away from you before storming off to the bedroom. 

🥺🥺🥺

Cobbs, FUCK OFF!! But they confessed! They both confessed and now the two of THEM can go on a date. Let's go!!

Our Little Game | Bane x gn!reader

“I’m watching something,” you told him with a shake of your head. “I’ve been dying to watch it for over a year, so please, fuck off, my love.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Very lovingly, and don't forget that you are the light of my life, but kindly get the fuck out.

“Oh no, I’ve been caught,” you laughed, sarcasm would only make things worse. “What ever shall I do? Surrender to the big, bad man who broke the Bat’s back?”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 This little shit!!! OMG this was literally everything I hoped for and more. Absolutely living for the sassy reader and Bane pairing, let me tell you!

My Robin Redbreast | Bane x gn!reader

MANS JUST WANTED TO GET THEM THEIR FAVORITE DRINK AND FOR IT TO BE A SURPRISE!!!!

"And yet, all Heaven is still in a rage. And will be, until Gotham and its people are free of corruption and greed. There are thousands of robin redbreasts just like you, my beloved.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'm not crying, YOU are.... that's bloody beautiful. Both of them working tirelessly so that those who have been pushed to the margins, stepped over, forgotten, may once again have a voice and the remember their own power. And that little requirement of their's.... HIS Robin.... I'm gone 😢😢. They’re like, Imma put that ring on him.

Lucky Sergeant | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

You sighed, breath shaky as you thought about it. “If we’re both gonna die… fuck it. We die together.”

Alfie grinned as he nodded. “That’s my boy. There’s the scrappy cunt I knew back home.”

“Just do not let me die here,” you told him. “Let me die in your arms. And only your arms.”

🥹🥹🥹🥹 Oh fuckin' hell. Either would do anything to ensure the other got out of this and I'm not crying you bloody are... holy fuck 😭😭😭.

The worst part was that you knew he would have done the same, too. 

Oh, the weight of this and especially that they're together now, you know these two bastards are gonna make sure the other makes it out, even if it means sacrificing themself to do it.

Missus Solomons mention!!! My beloved ♥️! And their little reunion 😍😍😍 we got caught last time. Babes.... mans is the cunt in charge now so you lot kiss away!!!!

Broken Soldiers | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

“I ain’t gettin’ any fuckin’ rest unless you come with me,” he told you plainly. “Fuck sleep. If you’re stayin’ up, so am I.”

“Not tonight, Sir,” you chuckled. “Too tired for it.”

Okay. I love these two (I know I literally say that about every pairing but holy shit, I love these two). The level of care and understanding between them. He doesn't need to ask where Alfie was, doesn't need the man the utter the words, intuitively, he knows. Just from his mannerisms, the way he carries himself, and he doesn't need to ask Alfie why he's injured because he already knows that. That type of understanding and familiarity coming from a life time of being at each other's side, of always being there for the other, regardless of who was in the lead or not.... I just... I really love them.

Poor man and Alfie trying to everything in his power to help him, his plea, "you can talk to me about it, you know." And reader knowing that he can, Alfie also understanding that if he needs to, he'll talk to him but until then, he'll continue to be his biggest support and provide him with whatever he needs 🖤🖤. They'll always protect the other, there's no question about it.... fuck... that's beautiful.

Thank you, thank you for writing these! I loved them as always and shit did I really need them. Thank you again and til next time, my friend! Stay safe, as well as you can be and we'll speak soon!!!

Much love 🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

Good evening!!! I’ve been okay, except this heatwave is killing me lmfao I’m fucking dying, it’s too hot, I can’t lie 😭Jasper’s little Batman getup…. he does REALLY suit it tbf - it’s like, his Thing now. he’s a Batman dog!! that’s his thing!!! and thank you!! so far, the healing process hasn’t been too bad - it’s been a lot easier bc my artist said I can air it out and that (as long as I keep it clean, 3-4 washes a day), then I can keep the clingfilm off bc w the heatwave, obviously i’m gonna sweat, so the risk of infection would’ve been that bit higher. so at least i don’t have to do the cling film djkffhgjkhg so so far it’s been alright! thankfully lmao touch wood! the cowboy boots are MEANT to be for work only for when I’m doing stuff on the garden/private land, bc they’re built for that purpose, buuuuuuuut they’re too comfy 😭so I wear em constantly dfkhkgfh it’s just a shame they don’t match my hat bc it’s black but thank you!!

oooh you’re in for a treat next time you check ao3 👀so far, Once We Were Close has 5 chapters (chapter 6 is otw!) 👀👀 and stands at 6073 words atm 👀 it’s a slow burner 👀👀👀 I GOTTA ADD THE SLUTTY BUTTON POPS AND THE SLIGHT BIT OF STRIPPING, IT MAKES FOR GREAT ENTERTAINMENT DJKFHGHFKJGFGHJFHK like MCD, it’s a niche of mine 

ALRIGHT, LET’S GO!!!

Just The Sunshine

Bob assuming it’s the heat……. suuuure it is, buddy. sure. of course. it’s definitely not bc you’re shirtless and all sweaty. nope. what an idiot (affectionate), he’s so oblivious to the fact that his s/o’s gettin all worked up over him, just thinking it’s the heat and nothing else - bless. that umbrella definitely ain’t gonna help, BUT MAYBE IF BOB WASN’T A SLUT AND PUT A SHIRT ON- they love him so much, like, every day they fall in love w him a little more and all over again at the same time; just completely head over heels for each other in every sense. Bob wouldn’t even mind if his s/o was honest, like, he’d be flattered ofc and he’d get all blushy and giggly about it, but he’d enjoy it bc he knows he would do EXACTLY THE SAME and has done before.

The Flirting Game

Eames is going through literal turmoil over it, but he still can’t help but to be RIGHT THERE at the reader’s side, even if they might not want him to be there to begin with; he loves them!!! he really does, bc he KNOWS them!! and the reader loves Eames for the exact same reason: to be known, is to be loved.

Our Little Game

they’re so fucking cheeky and the worst part is they KNOW they can get away w it bc Bane lets them every single fucking time. big guy has a massive soft spot for one (1) person and it’s fucking obvious. they’re fucking terrible to him fdkjhgkhfkgh an absolute nightmare, they’re gonna put him in an early grave (not that he’ll complain) if they don’t go careful  but I’m glad it’s what you had hoped for!!!! reader’s snark will DEFINITELY get them in trouble w everyone else (except Harley and Constantine bc they’ll bounce off of each other and have a back and forth thing) and Bane would ABSOLUTELY have to step in bc reader’s big mouth needs to be muzzled 💀

My Robin Redbreast

HE GENUINELY DID, ALL HE WANTED WAS TO SURPRISE THEM!!! HE’S BEING ROMANTIC!!!  communism. that is all fhkhkfhfk communism mixed w William Blake. perfect combo when put w Bane fkghjgh reader is definitely, like, MORE of the Robin Hood type than Bane is; they’re definitely the one who would rob the rich to give to the poor and never even HESITATE to put someone in need above themselves. they’re definitely the type to be more similar to the old fairytale, and Bane knows that, but he doesn’t want to use that AGAINST them, he wants to work it into what he’s already got planned bc he loves them! he wants to make sure that they’re getting what they want, too, even if they have selfless wants! HIS robin redbreast, who HE rescued from the cage…. ofc they’re do what Beyonce said to do!! 

Lucky Sergeant

the deplorable conditions of the trench, they’re enough to break anyone - but the ONLY reason why neither Alfie or Sgt. have broken is bc of the other. wanting to be together, to die together, to either see the end of the war or to see the end of their lives TOGETHER, is the only thing that has stopped them from breaking - bc they’re in a shit position! they’ve seen the horrors - shell shocked children in army uniforms, starvation, disease, having to rob the dead. they’ve seen what happens in the trenches, but they STILL keep fighting to be together bc they NEED to be together - they NEED to see the end of either themselves or the war, together. they’re both in a really shit position tbh, like, they both know that they’re dead men walking bc that’s just the nature of the first world war and the soldiers on the frontlines - they are dead men walking. so their choices are either die together, or live together knowing what the fuck they have been through. and living, unfortunately, isn’t up to them - just popping their head over the trench slightly could get them shot with a sniper’s bullet through the skull. just walking through the trenches could get them both torn to pieces by a grenade, or a shell. their choices are shit, and their position is shit.  MISSUS SOLOMONS <3 <3 everyone’s beloved!! she’s worried sick about her boys, worried if they’ll actually make it home or not, and with all the horror stories she’s hearing, she’s slowly getting less and less hopeful, especially bc Alfie stopped writing (too busy trying to keep everyone alive).  Alfie’s in charge! who the fuck is, realistically, gonna challenge him lmfao 

Broken Soldiers

there’s a lot of stuff that’s unsaid - Alfie and the reader have been through a fucking LOT together, and even Alfie didn’t make it out 100% the same as he did going in. but the reader knows him probably better than anyone else, he knows what Alfie’s thinking, what he’s feeling, just be quickly looking at him. he knows when he’s upset, happy, anxious. it’s in the eyes, the eyes never lie. but he’s more than willing to step up and to look after Alfie, bc Alfie does it for him in return. it’s symbiotic, almost - he helps Alfie, Alfie helps him, and they can’t be without the other bc no one gets the other the way they do. they’ve been through a LOT together, they know each other as well as themselves, and really, no one could ever have that level of emotional and mental intimacy that they do - they’ve been to war together both literally and figuratively.  more than anyone, Alfie understands what it’s like to have blood on his hands; he knows what it’s like to kill and to live with the guilt of not being able to save people. he knows what it’s like to feel ashamed, shunned, guilty and embarrassed for living through the wars when others couldn’t. he knows. but he also wouldn’t force the reader to speak if he didn’t want to - he knows shellshock is a complicated thing, and he’s trying his best to find his footing in terms of helping his bf get through it. he’s trying, genuinely. Alfie loves that guy, and there’s no doubt about it, but they’re so protective of each other that… maybe it’ll turn out to be a bit of an issue sooner or later. 

ANYWAYS!!!

you’re so very welcome!!! I’m done w requests now, so if you do have any more, feel absolutely free to send them - I’ll be around at some point or another to get them done lmao I’m so glad you enjoyed them <3 genuinely <3 and I’m glad they were there when you needed them and hope that they helped!! you’re very welcome, again!! we’ll speak soon, but for now, take care and keep yourself safe and healthy!! 

[white-poppie]

MISS THE RAGE!

Characters: Gon, Killua, Kurapika

Request: hmm......then may I request hxh with a s/o whose main source of power is hatred/rage? the characters can be anyone u want (i hope ya understand what I meant) @innerpurple

A/N: aye! aye! Captain! Sorry for the late response, I was busy with school work TwT.

Me is 15, me can write for Killua and Gon. If you big and read. you pedo :P

GON

"So is this how I acted when I got that power boost?"

Is kind of concerned, and makes sure to not make you angry at anything.

Thinks your ability is very cool and asks a lot of questions about it.

Ends up having brain overheating 😶‍🌫️.

He is just so nice about it, oh my god. &lt;3

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/nnnnn~!" he drawls swinging his legs.

You sigh and close whatever you were doing and look at him, "yes, Gon?"

A small pout appears on his lips, "are you angry?"

A smile breaks its way on your face, "no, bubba, no tell me, what were you saying?"

"So does your special attack work even when you are warm, or under the sun? I mean, technically it should right?"

You blinked and looked at him, "where did you- no- that makes sense-."

*cue existential crises*

Killua

"Okay, and?" 🫤

This guy, is so unbothered by it. Like cool, you have a self-destructive nen-ability, but that ain't my problem, mama.

Although if you end up super enraged, he might get a little scared. Because he gets reminded of Illumi.

Poor baby starts shaking.

From then on, you are super cautious whenever you are using your ability near him.

"Killua, I swear to god, this is not funny," you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "you irresponsible can you be?"

"Calm down, it isn't that big of a deal," he brushed you off.

"You are not funny, Killua!" you shouted at him and he stopped in his tracks to look at you. Your aura was menacing, suffocating.

He gulped and shut his eyes to calm himself down, your voice drowned under his heartbeat.

"Killua," you questioned so softly like your words might crumble him down, "s-shit, I'm so sorry, I-i didn't mean-"

Killua opened his eyes to look at your hunched figure, tears were lining your waterline. Unaware of how to respond, he simply nodded and went to cool his head down.

Kurapika

The concept isn't something very new to him. After all, his nen also works on the feeling of vengeance.

What concerns him is seeing his dearest s/o have the same self-destructive tendencies as him.

His heart hurts every time he sees you rage. Thinking of the best ways to calm you down.

Yet at the same time, he is intrigued and inquisitive about your skills.

How do they work? Are there any downfalls, or side effects?

If there are, this man is always making sure he has things to aid to you the quickest.

"You seriously need to control your anger," he says while examining the damage on the tree, "you can end up hurting yourself badly.'

"M' sorry," you replied, "but seriously you are one to talk."

Kurapika pursed his lips to not smile, "let us talk about you for now."

"Fine, fine."

"You need a bandage on your knuckles," he traced them and you hissed, "come on, let's get you cleaned up."

(A/N: 😭🤎🫶 I love him so much.)

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⤗ Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

[willowser]

hi willow! first off, ily sm you deserve the world bc your prohero!touya saved me lol. secondly, i loved your cowboy!bakugou au AND on top of that sharlock once posted a cowboy touya. so if you ever could, i beg you, PLEASE gimme a no scars cowboy!touya 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

"you gonna miss me or somethin'?"

touya is lying back beside you in the feathergrass, arms behind his head, silver belly hat pulled low over his eyes. the sun has long since been ready to set, dimming from blue to grey, orange clouds creeping into the horizon. the breeze has picked up with the evening coming in, has you shivering a little in your dress.

you look away from him, even though he can't see you struggle with the words. you always thought you would be ready for this moment; enji was a colonel until he lost his arm and despite the dark turn he and touya's relationship has taken over the last few years, it was always going to be this way. touya was always going to follow in his father's footsteps.

his company leaves tomorrow.

what you want to say is, not one bit or gonna be glad to be rid of you or don't make me laugh but—you can't. the words won't come out of your throat, thick like mud. instead you just swallow and try to clear it away, sniff as your eyes sting.

the wheat he's got in his mouth goes still, just as his jaw does. from the corner of your eye, you can see the motion of his nose, nostrils flaring, before he sighs.

"ain't like i'm comin' back in a box."

"touya," you chide, frowning down at your hands. the very idea has your chest aching and you're wounded by the sudden image of yourself and his family at a grave, much too soon to be as deep as it is. it feels like you're going to choke.

"don't be cryin' over me, girl."

you try to disguise your tears with a laugh, but it sounds just as pitiful, so you swipe the hat off his head to place on your own. his eyes open and they're brighter than you've ever seen them, burning in the low light as he watches you.

"i ain't a girl," you mumble, and when he sits up, you can't help but to smile. his jeans dust with dirt as he scoots closer to you, grinning like he does when he's up to no good—and he never is, these days. time is coming to a close, for the both of you, and he's been a little odd lately, trying to fit too much in before the sun sets.

staying out later even though he knows it worries his mama, coming home with money that couldn't have come from nowhere good, spending too much time talking to those girls at the saloon in town.

sitting too close, on cold nights like this.

when he speaks, his voice is low, just like his eyes on your face. "you think you a woman now, that it? all 'cause you turned 18?"

you nod once and jut out your chin, hoping he can't hear the heavy beat of your heart as it shifts you closer. "that's right."

touya grins and it's—in the last few years, he's grown. not as tall as his brothers, but more than you, and the curve of his jaw has sharpened, shoulders broadening out from all that he does on his father's ranch. no longer is he the same round-faced boy you're used to, that you grew up. now he smiles and he's the kind of man you can dream about.

"you ain't a woman yet," he mutters, and even though he still looks downright devilish, something changes in his eyes—hesitancy—and his cheeks redden just slightly. "but i could make you one, if y'want me to."

you splutter, reeling back from him as your stomach turns dangerously. "touya!" the sound of your surprised squeak makes him laugh, and you tug his hat off to shove it over his face, to put some distance between the two of you.

"i'm just messin', calm down." he tries to bite at your fingers when you shove him again, chuckling to himself as you look anywhere but him. the grass, the stars rolling in, the todoroki fields of wheat and how they wave in the breeze.

touya watches you, however, and even though he's smiling and shaking his head, you can't help but to notice the heaviness under his eyes. a seriousness he masks too well. you think maybe you should ask after him, why he's making such crude jokes like that when y'all have never been anything more than friends—but his neck strains and he bites at his lips and the moments slip through your fingers like sand.

try as you might, you don't catch them before they're gone to the wind.

it takes almost a full year for you to get your first letter.

the only reason you know touya hasn't been killed is because there's been no word; in the schoolhouse where you teach, you keep a keen eye on the front doors for any heavy-laden soldiers, speak to his sister often, ask if they've heard anything from him or his troop. enji still has a great deal of hold and, though he's always intimidated you, you're grateful for it; if there were anything to notify him of at all, someone would be quick to do it.

it comes on no special day, delivered straight to your hands from a man on horseback with little ceremony, and when you read that it's from private touya todoroki, 25th infantry company, you rip it open so fast that you nearly tear the thing in half.

he tells you it's taken him a long time to get settled in any one spot, with any one company, not to mention how hard it was to track down the mail service—and then he had to afford postage. he's been adamant about earning everything he has; there was nothing from his father that he wanted, no influence or money, and he admits to not ever realizing the wealth his family has. staring from scratch, he tells you, is difficult.

there's very little about it he likes. the bugle calls every hour, standing at formation in the cold early mornings, drill, guard detail, sharing barracks and pillows filled with hay. the only thing he doesn't mind is tending to his horse, watering her, and practicing battle formation. touya seems—different, in his words. a little disappointed, having chased after something so long, only for it to end up a dim shadow of what he expected.

unless he can help it, he tells you he saves every bit of money he can and that he wants to buy land as soon as his four remaining years are done, maybe even before then. there's even a small picture on the back of what he wants: a house that's too big—both in architecture and it's size on the paper—and a wide open pasture with little dots you assume are cows.

he wants you to write him as often as you can, even if you don't hear back. if he gets stationed elsewhere, your letter will find him. that's another small thing he enjoys, how dedicated the express is to delivering their mail, knowing how badly they must need it. the last thing he writes—asks—is that he wants a photo of you.

i'll send you the money, if that's what you want. i know it ain't cheap to get your picture taken. go to the bigger town down south, by the mountains. i don't want no shitty picture, i want a good one. it's the only piece of you i can have right now.

you don't wait to take any of his money. you go south and send it right away.

it's winter, three months later, when the second one comes in.

touya's angry. it's plain as day in everything he says to you, in all the bullshit he details from his days. they've moved him to the coast, to aid the artillery regiment, and he doesn't know why. it takes him much further from you, and he makes note of that twice. the sea is nice, he thinks, but there's nothing good out there for him.

only once does he mention some kind of trouble. the men he's been stationed with: touya tells you they're rats, not an honorable bone in their bodies. despite holding higher ranks—his, you notice, has changed too—they don't treat anyone with respect, nor themselves. often missing assembly because they'd been in town the evening before, visiting ladies of the night and drinking and fighting. one of his bunkmates kills a man and holds no remorse. they often brag about forcing themselves on women, widows that have lost their husbands. they're low, he tells you, not the kind of man he could ever stand to be.

he tells you he's realized a lot of things, about you. he's grateful for the photo, sends money so that you'll send another, and the distance has made him bold; if he wasn't a coward, he writes, then he would have made you his a long time ago. you'll be twenty next year and he knows that, knows that your family is trying to marry you off because it's about time for you to start a family of your own—but he asks you to wait for him.

if i gotta write a letter to your daddy myself, i will. maybe when i can get away from this end of the world and a little closer you can come to me, even for one night. i'll pay for everything if you will. i'll even marry you right there if you'll have me. fuck what your family says, if you'll have me then i'll do anything. i'll give you anything.

you decide not to tell anyone, not even fuyumi. there's another man in town your father has been speaking to, takami, you think his name is, and he's on his way to being a sheriff up north. he's a nice man, once you've spoken to on occasion, but despite his charm and good looks, he's not who you see when you lie down at night. he's not who you dream of.

if touya comes closer, you'll go. you decide that, even if it means leaving your mama behind and your schoolhouse and everything you know, you'll go.

the last letter you get is shorter than all the rest.

there's no sweet mentions of a future, no loving words of any kind. it's all flame and fury, a hatred you can't imagine on him. the life he lives, that path he's chosen: touya tells you it's the wrong one. the army is a sham, a front that gathers the trust of the innocent and spits on it. he doesn't detail anything specific, but even his handwriting is bad, like he'd been so angry that he couldn't see straight.

it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. fear, for what the next letter will hold. disappointment, that you're not running away with him so soon. a selfish part of you wonders if he even still wants you, if maybe he's found another woman wherever he is or if he's uninterested all together. you keep having dreams of the last night you sat in his pasture together, of him offering to make you a woman, if you wanted him to.

you should have said yes. you should have made love to him right there in the dirt, should have kissed him like you really wanted to, even if you were too shy to admit it.

the soldiers come the following week.

you only know because you're with fuyumi when it happens, visiting with her in her home, contemplating coming clean about the last thing touya had said to you. she deserves to know, you think, of his frustration. maybe there's even something she can do, something she can ask of her father.

both of you already know what they'll say, as they dismount their horses and adjust their hats. both of you fall to your knees, can't even hear what they're trying to tell you.

touya isn't coming home in a box. touya isn't coming home at all.

YEAH WELL — IDK WHAT THIS WAS LOL. i tried to start something so many times and this is the direction it took in every single attempt. somewhat cowboy, little more frontier-esque. i — very nearly made this its own fic, bc i had so much i wanted to say LOL but i. cannot take on another project. i cannot. SO YEAH SORRYYYYYY

but thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 you deserve the world friend !! i am so sorry this is how i repayed you LOL

[bitchkay]

You’re willing to do headcanons for the kings? 😳🤨(double dog daring you)

If you do actually do them please do Liam-

I accept this dare😼😼 I will do it

Avari/Qelsum/Ira/Luxure

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Making you watch him fuck his wife.

Yea.

Liam is so cute☺️

He'd never cheat on his wife, he loves Norah too much😠‼

However--

Norah ain't gotta know😏😏

I'm sorry Norah I love you, it won't happen again, next time I'll ask before I steal your husband okay?🥺 kisses? Please, kisses😥? Norah my love?

Liam has very good dick😤👍🏽

9 inches.

2 inches thick

Nice cock‼😎

Very gentle💞

Like father like son, Lynt and his dad are like the same, except in looks, Lynt is literally Norah's twin, carbon copy.

Liam would be so gentle☺️💞

Literally just like Lynt, Liams more on the lethargic side so he'd probably take thing slow more so out of necessity 

But that don't mean he can't get down, no it does not

Okokokok imagine this

The castle gardens sitting comfortably behind the hedges

The weather's nice and the sun is hot

Perfect day to nap beneath the sun surrounded by garden greenery

Liam Akedia however has lost interest in his afternoon nap in favor of you

Stay with me now

Pleasantly out of sight you sit atop his lap comfortably impaled by his cock.

Slow movements seasoned with gentle touches beneath your still clothed body and sweet nothings murmured in your ear 

"So pretty… keep doing that.."

He would fucking worship you😭💞

I feel like Liams super gentle in general, he doesn't have a mean bone in his body♡

Akedia literally has the prettiest royal family- how the fuck all yall so damn cute😠

Imagine Liam wanting to share Lynts paramour--

I need to stop🤭

Well-

No, I do need to stop👁👁

The father stealing his sons bitch trope is way overused in my brain when talking about dilfs unfortunately

The "Megumi going downstairs at 3am for some juice only to see his 'best friend' y/n fucking his dad on the couch," scenario broke me

Liam would be amazing at aftercare☺️💞

I wanna take a bath with him😣❤

I bet his cuddles are amazing😥

Him reminding you to pee😩😩

Liam Akedia out of all the kings is just so wholesome and cute but I just know he fucks‼

I bet him and Norah were doing some crazy shit before Lynt was born I bet😈

That bed best have been rocking violently against the wall😈😈

I have this strange inkling that Lynt was conceived during birthday sex however–

His cock is so fat🥺

Look at him and tell me his cock isn't so deliciously fat and juicy😩😩

Imagine having 8 inches of cock and 3½ inches of girth-- that's like a hentai penis-

I just pulled out my ruler-

I'm-

I need a minute--

holy shit-

Oh my god🤭✨

I-

I can't rn hold on-

Oh he'd fuck so good

Listen idc if him and his wife have a healthy relationship, I'm tryna fuckkk

Mrs. Invidia, step aside just a moment love, I'm just gonna steal your husband for a moment okay?

His pastimes are horseback riding and secret outings.

You are one of his secret outings.

Roy does have some mischief in his blood, had to have got it from someone

(Somehow)You're Invidia's most well kept secret.

Public appearances, private appearances, only behind tightly locked doors will your moans of ecstasy fly

It became fun sneaking around

Every time his wife is away you found yourself in his bed

Or him in yours

Just fucking ruining you with his cock, plowing you like no tomorrow

He's molded you to his shape, no other cock will do.

Try as you might no one can even begin to compare

Stretched so beautifully on his fat cock he can't help but desire more

Your face twisted in pleasure, your hand up to cover your delicious moans, he wants to see more

Klaus desires more of your disheveled state

He wants to see you squirm, whine, curl, at his mighty hand

Did you know kinks can be genetic?

Don't think to long about that, I don't wanna traumatize you--

You and Klaus have fucked in empty rooms off busy hallways yet still not a soul knows of you

Or chooses not to say anything

Yea…

Roy gets the exhibitionist gene from his father.

"Hush now my lovely… wouldn't want us to get caught now?"

You'd think with both your disappearances at the same time people would start to speculate but where you end up reappearing at different places, at different times, how could you have possibly been together

The shadows of the invidian castle in the dead of night were almost more familiar to you then during the day

Secret affairs here, there, and everywhere

The walls stained with the invisible sins of a cheating husband and king, and a lonely and loyal castle servant

Y'all this sounds like a novel lowkey😝😝

Imagine👀

Anyway imagine Klaus breeding you--

Being stuffed full of his thick meaty cock as he unloads his balls inside you��😩

So much so that some starts to spill out🤤

He chases the steam of cum thumbing it back inside

"That should do it. Let's see if it will take."

SOBBING HYSTERICALLY😭😭

Experience 10/10

Aiden Voleri can get it😩

If I'm in love with his son, why tf would I not like his equally beaming father🤨

They have the same smile☺️💞

This is the man that made big brother Rio possible am I simply supposed to not suck his dic--

Literally Rio but older, they have the same understanding/misunderstanding of love and relationships--

And this man is married💀💀

Literally inhibits the married to my best friend trope and it works

But ya know what fuck that, we're gonna have sex with him now😈😈

He's so large👁👁

And so damn buff👁👁

King Aiden♡ quite the man indeed🤤

He has big hands😳

I bet his hands would feel rough but gentle

Strong but his touch would bring calm and safety

He's definitely the protective sort

A strong embrace with a particularly strong fellow?

Mrs. Voleri, I'm jealous.

Very big dick👁👁

Very big, very fat very juicy

10 inches.

3 thick.

I'm gonna- 🤭

I can't rn-

DOSEN'T HE JUST LOOK LIKE HE'S FUCKING HUNG⁉️⁉️

His dick's so big oh my god-😖🤭

He's a very big man so he's probably scared to crush you under him but still feel the need to hold you so tight in his arms

The kind of tight embrace that makes you feel safe

Just being caged in such big arms while being plowed by such a big cock😩

He fucks slow but hard

Deep strokes™

Mmhm🤤

Aiden with a firm grip on your waist as he slowly pushes in for the first time

Your face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure as your inevitably molded to his shape

Big hands go up to your cheeks, wiping away stray tears with deeply reassuring expression

"You're okay right? You can keep going?"

So small compared to him he can't help but watch as he disappears inside you

The feeling of you fluttering around him is heaven on earth

So tight, so wet, so warm

Keeping his pace slow he savors the feeling, closing his eyes in ecstasy

The feeling of Aidens cock going in you was overwhelming

You felt so full

You were sure you could feel him in your belly

Despite the slow pace, you still felt like a ragdoll the way your body bounced when your skin met

A deep hard thrust going in, smooth and slow coming back out

You've only just begun and you can feel yourself close

Aiden grabbing your legs throwing them over his shoulders, leaning over you, effectively folding up, he reach deeper inside you, fucking you into delirium

Babbling words of admiration, you could only arch your back and scratch the pillow as you started cumming

Oh no but Aiden isn't finished with you yet

"Just a little more, okay sweets?"

Aiden fucking you from behind, holding your back flush against his hard chest

You felt so light, like you were floating

All you could muster were begs and whines as hungry teeth grazed your neck, combined with being fucking plowed from behind

Aiden reached all your deepest spots making you cum faster than any man ever has

Sex with Aiden Voleri would be so amazing oh my God--

Aiden's so cute🥺❤

But so HOT OMG--

I'd ride the outta his abs bro.

He's so--

Ugh😩

Hitting it doggy style and throwing it back on him‼‼

He'd hype you up for sure

"You're so good at that~... keep doing what you're doing~"

I wish we knew more of the queens cus I'd literally die for Norah Akedia.

Maybe that's why we don't know the queens, because they'd be too powerful, we'd all fall in love with them, I mean who can resist a milf🙄🙄

[versadies]

okok!!! gosh, very excited to send hehe,,

so like, think of the very start of the song. it describes how the singer sees through the lover, and yet still endlessly, unconditionally (and thanklessly) cares and loves their partner. they take on the role they always knew. this is very similar to reader's situation when they were still dating ayato, still enamored by soft, gentle and his lips, still so swooned by the hearty laughs he used to make.

i think their heartbreak is as bitter as "ain't it funny. how you ran to her, the second that we called it quits." i don't believe ayato cheated, but the reader had to have felt cheated on when they couldn't even get a grasp of fresh air, outside the walls they knew as Kamisato Ayato. They had to have felt so stabbed in the back, watching Ayato and some other woman doing the things they used to do and much more, there's no way they could just watch and let it go. there had to be a thought that crosses their mind -- had ayato broken up with them so he could be with her?

"now you bring her around, just to shut me down. show her off like she's a new trophy." this is what they had to have felt when Ayato, pretentious bastard that he is, sent an invitation to them (or did he? i can't quite recall so i'll reread). ayato brings chisato to greet guests, all fair smiles with the company of a soon-to-be marriage's glow. ayato, the man who seems to care much about reputation (or at least, the reader would have one thought about it) must've brought her up and about just to shove it in their face about how he's doing so much better. getting married, not tied to your past -- that's all he ever does now, isn't it?

therefore here comes the lyrics,

"i know if you were true-! there's no damn way that you could ever fall in love with somebody that quickly..."

which now brings reader to possibly the rekindling part; the arc where they heal -- even in the presence of that who had torn their heart shamelessly. this is where reader wears an iron fist, armour no longer needed because they lost their will to defend, now only to attack.

ayato, who had the audacity to be rather close once more, is shoved away. the anger in your eyes rivals that of the glaring sun, he thought he'd be burnt right to hell in this state. your words were blunt, a force to never be reckoned with, and you say in a tone he's never heard you speak to him before.

"you betrayed me. and i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt."

"it took you two weeks, to go off and date her. guess you never cheat.. but you're still a traitor."

"GOD, i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you."

end of brainrot.

how could you do this to me 🥹🥹🥹 HOW COULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY 😭😭😭