#there’s no way not to love these silly boys

[pearlymel]

A Slow life

ft. sylus. Just comfort in general, they're married, your honor. mention of kids (they have one boy and twin girls mweheheheh) , tiny bit suggestive but fluff. 1.1k words.

It’s late now.

After a long and exhausting day, Sylus made it up for you by drawing a hot bath, full of bubbles and scents you liked (and a few herbs that would help soothe sore muscles according to Mephisto).

Sitting behind you in the tub, Sylus’ large frame pressed against your back. His chin is resting on the top of your shoulder, with his arms wrapped around you as he holds you against his chest.

And you're fairly relaxed. too relaxed until you remember your little troublemakers, “are the kids back?”

“Mm, they’re back,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck, “they’ll be asleep by now, it’s pretty late.”

He’s just quietly holding you, enjoying the feeling of your body in his arms, the warm water surrounding you both, and you grab a flower petal that had been floating around you.

���You alright?”

"Yeah, just making sure the twins looked after them, I should thank them somehow," you hum with a soft smile playing on your lips.

“I’m sure they’d appreciate that,” Sylus muses, his hand gently rubbing your side, “I’m happy to hear you say that, though,” he adds while burying his face into your hair.

A hand snaked back up to his hair, "You're a cute dad, you know?"

“Don’t know about that,” he huffs, but the sound is a little more embarrassed than usual, “you’re a great mom, though,” his lips slowly trails over the slope of your shoulder. “Our kids are lucky to have you.”

You finally turn your head around, twisting your slightly sore body so you would be able to face him, and you're careful not to splash the water or precious petals out of the tub.

Your hands finds his face, then your lips follow.

He makes a low noise of surprise, but it quickly morphs into a pleased hum as your lips meet his. He gives a gentle pull at your waist, guiding you to shift until you're straddling his lap.

His hands smooth over your body, large hands roaming down your waist to settle on your hips, holding you snugly in his lap.

"Hey," it's hard not to smile, especially when you know that Sylus is only like this for you.

Sylus chuckles, “hey back,” he murmurs, he still holds you steady, hands moving to your hips to keep you from wobbling, but he also moves a finger to lazily feel the strands of your hair between his fingertips.

"We were supposed to relax."

“You know how hard it is for me to relax while you’re in my lap?” he drawled.

You squint your eyes, "I can feel that, idiot."

“Oh, can you?” He grins, “mm, my apologies,” he sighs almost dramatically, “Guess I can’t help it, sweetie.”

Your pinch his cheeks playfully in return, "behave. we still might have to bake something for the twins."

Sylus’ lips turned down in an almost sulky look. The pinch actually makes him pout, something he would never admit to (that would take away from his big bad onychinus leader image.)

“I’ll behave.” he grumbles, “for now.”

"Be good. For now." you repeat.

Sylus raises an eyebrow, “I’m usually good,” his arms wraps around your waist again when he notices you leaning closer.

Your husband can be silly sometimes.

Your lips are on his skin, lazily whispering, "you bring me comfort."

He huffs a low laugh. but the way he’s holding you, he knows that you can hear the truth in his voice, even though he’s trying to sound sarcastic and witty. He knows that you could feel everytime he comforted you in a way.

He loves being your comfort. Being your safe place. Your anchor.

"But seriously I..." you rub your cheek against his shoulder, "you're everything."

“Mm,” he hums. likewise, he wanted to whisper.

You blink slowly, and Sylus can already see the telltale signs of your drowsiness, “you’re not allowed to fall asleep in the bath, honey.”

You lift your head up, "would you carry me out if I did?”

“Of course I would. ”

"Dry me? Clothe me comfortably?"

“Clothe you, tuck you into bed,” he hums, leaning back to grab the fluffy, soft towel he had prepared, and he brings it up to gently pat at your skin and hair.

“And get in bed with you,” he adds, his voice turning into a quiet murmur.

"Hold me tight?" you add on sleepily.

“Keep you safe, watch over you,” he carefully tries sitting you up, to carry you out so he could properly dry you.

You yawn, "and the kids..."

“I’d make sure they were okay, too. Then I’d crawl into bed with you, hold you while you slept.”

…

You wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed, and more importantly, well-rested. Sylus made sure you actually did sleep, and he held you through the night, just as he’d promised.

As your senses adjust, you’re first aware of the pleasant warmth seeping into your back. He’s pressed up against you, as close as possible, an arm slung lazily over your waist.

"Sy.." you were about to mumble, but you still listen to how deep in sleep he was, so you let him rest, even sacrificing his arm under your head. what a loving husband.

His breathing is steady and quiet behind you, and every so often—particularly if you start to move—he’ll tighten his hold on your waist, pulling you back snugly against him again.

"Sylus," you whisper, turning around slowly, carefully making sure not to bother him.

That is, until he feels the soft brush of your fingertips against his skin. It’s a barely-there touch, but it’s enough to stir him, he gives a low groan, lips giving a small frown as his half-lidded crimson eyes follow towards your hand.

You giggle quietly, he's so adorable when he frowns in his sleep like that.

“…What are you doing?” He asks with a slight morning rough voice.

"Watching you."

“You know that’s a little weird, right?” He pretends to be annoyed, but if he was fully awake, then you'd see those pink hued cheeks.

"Go back to sleep, honey." you peck his forehead before gently stroking his hair, as if trying to lull him back to sleep.

He’ll deny it, but he loves when you play with his hair.

This is his favorite way to wake up. To open his eyes and find you there, your hand running through his hair, fingers tracing his scalp.

He leans into your touch as he gives another low hum of contentment, the sound vibrating against your neck.

[myunghology]

━ 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐚,, all twst boys!

╭₊˚ ๑︰❝ twst dorms with their ever after high counter parts! ❞

pairings all dorms, but seperate! x fem reader, reader is not yuu (mc). can be read as either platonic or romantic

cw none.. as far as i know

a/n — YAYYY happy valentinesssss <3 not exactly counter parts, but characters who i think would fit into their dorms!

HEARTSLABYUL — ( madeline hatter, daughter of the mad hatter! reader )

riddle finds you somewhat charming, in your own way, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get ticked off by you sometimes. that being said, he definitely loves having tea parties with you, it's so much more fun!

definitely a little bit chaotic, oh, but what can one expect from the daughter of the mad hatter? thinks it's a little bit silly that you have a teacup as a hat, but it definitely works for someone like you.

i think he'd get along with your pet dorm mouse, finds it quite cute from how it delightfully serves the both of you tea whilst you pat it's head with your index finger as a token of appreciation <3

trey would also love having you around for tea. for him-- someone like you in heartslabyul is like a refreshing breath of air. a little bit out of hand, but he still adores having you around.

baking with you is the best! trey just smiles sheepishly when you bring out ingredients out from your silly little hat, ingredients you didn't even know you needed-- but stuffed it in just in case.

a little bit ridiculed from how you can say such smart things, but then saying “but mmm, i dunno!” right after, when his mind is practically in shambles from what you just said.

cater!!!!! you'd get along with him so much compared to the other boys, just because he thinks you're so silly and so adorable! you definitely pop up in his magicam posts most of the time <3

maybe he will admit a bit he spends time with you and takes his daily clicks for social media, but he does genuinely enjoy spending time with you! you could yap on for hours on end and he'd just be sitting there happily listening to you.

i fear you'd pick up his speech habits as well.. just out of spite and out of pure fun, and he loovess it. thinks you're the cutest and most favorite thing in the world when you imitate him like that!

ace is definitely something. he'd enjoy getting reactions out of you-- but at the same time, your reactions are so unpredictable that sometimes he'd rather not.. he definitely found you weird the first time you met, but he's slowly warming up!

feels so proud of himself once you start clapping and giggling when he shows you his card tricks, you're the first one he'd show his tricks to right before he decides to play 'em onto deuce <3

makes his heart flutter just a bit (his words, not mine). when he sees you cheer for him the loudest whenever he has his basketball matches, he'll definitely give his 100% in the match now!

deuce looks up to you.. in a way. he just loves how you're so optimistic about everything and he adores you! both romantically and generally.

lots of “how do you do that?” from him whenever you pull out random stuff out of your hat, and you just respond with a giggle while bringing out stuff he's lost for literal ages. stuff he thought ace stole, by the way.

deuce just loves the way you're so different from everyone he's met, the way you happily jump up and down when you find out you passed with flying colors on a test, the way you you get along so well with everyone, basically everything about you.

SAVANACLAW — ( cerise hood, daughter of the big bad wolf! reader )

leona.. to be honest, i don't think your first meeting went that well. but to be fair, he does respect you for being so tough, as you should be. maybe the fault was more on your side, but you were just being cautious.

it's a little bit awkward with him the first time, but i think you both would develop a mutual respect for each other over the time being. i personally think you two would try to out-sass each other from time to time, but that's just me.

you still find him a little bit too cocky and lazy for your liking, but you'll get used to it in some time. but it was nice seeing him defend you from pretty sexist students, and then just brushing it off like it's nothing.

ruggie, it's like a game of cat and mouse with him.. get the joke? sorry.. no pun intended. he'd want to, or at least attempt to charm or out-wit you in some way, immediately realizing you're someone who has a no-nonsense attitude.

you two respect each other to a good enough amount though, once you get closer. yes, another one who's just as competitive as his housewarden when it comes to challenges. you're a lot more alike than one might think.

sarcastic x "i'll kill you", don't let him get under your skin, he's just there to berate you in a loving way, i swear! he's just trying to get you to open up, is all <3

jack is also, another no-nonsense person, just like you! yes, you we're cautious at first, but you warmed up to him faster than the others. he's respectful and well-mannered, what's not to like about the guy?

not that much of a flashy friendship, but you two understand each other just fine. even if it's just a nod, he'll know immediately what you meant by that little gesture. probably bonded by shared determination.

your number 1 defender besides leona himself, he's quick-witted enough to notice even when someone's belittling or even underestimating you in the slightest ways, he'll jump right in to defend you, just like what he does with anyone else.

OCTAVINELLE — ( meeshell mermaid, daughter of the little mermaid! reader. )

azul, it's better to be cautious of him at first. he's a smooth talker and he's smart, and you're more of a dreamer, so that doesn't work out that well. so, naturally, he sees you as a business opportunity. you could see right through him.

to be fair.. you were, in fact a little bit swayed with his smooth talking the first time you met, but then shook your head and snapped back into reality once you realize with a dead-panned look plastered on your face.

but i guess, in some ways, you two both work. especially when azul's being vulnerable, you'd push all the tension between the both of you aside and be right there with him. thus— he swears to hold off all of his schemes. for you, at least.

jade's is a little bit of a slow-burn, i fear you'd be a bit off-put by his calm nature at first, getting a gut feeling that somethings wrong. you would've been able to admit that anyway. at least not to his face.

he just loves teasing you as well, finding all your reactions adorable and from the way you hide yourself when you're embarrassed, but he finds your emotional awareness refreshing for a feeling. i mean.. who won't? just look at his dormmates.

i think he just means well.. overtime, he teaches you to be more aware of the people around you. honorable mention to azul.. who definitely didn't try to just get you into a pyramid scheme upon first meeting you, so you're thankful to jade.

floyd, you better run. you're an easy target. small, cute, gets flustered easily, what else could he want in a new little plaything? i mean that affectionately. whilst the other tries their best to stop him, he's just.. "imma do what i want to her and no one can stop me".

although you're likely on edge whenever the eel is around, you do, sometimes, unfortunately, like his company. it's quite a nice contrast to your calm and collected one, being the literal opposite of your character. you really do appreciate how much fun he brings into your life, and he appreciates you practically for being in his life.

you're naïve and easy to tease, but he soon learns not to push you away too much, since, well, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's starting to like your company and slowly but surely is getting attached to you as a whole.

SCARABIA — ( apple white, daughter of snow white! reader. )

kalim, okay, hear me out, daughter of apple white, just please try to understand my vision here. you were a little bit startled when you met him, but he was cute.. you're used to being more of a well-mannered and dignified person, so it was definitely new, but in a good way!

he'd find you admirable, of course. like many others here, he just loves how you're so polite but can set boundaries at the same exact time. you're just.. the definition of perfection to kalim in his eyes. but he does want you to just let go and have some fun sometimes.

you help jamil with helping kalim stay on the ground sometimes when things get out of hand, and they're both grateful for that. he does, still think you should loosen up a little and have some fun with him out of love <3 you just think he's a little sweetheart, in all honesty.

jamil, on the other hand, i think there was a little bit of tension when you two first met. you admire how he's quite reserved yet still respectful to those around him, even though his face literally says otherwise. but in the end, you just learn to laugh it off with your dear kalim.

even though you both may or may not get into small debates sometimes, i'd say you get along well, especially in terms of respect. even tho he does think it's quite cute about how you daydream about little things, he'd pull you right back into the ground out of love.

you two share duties in the dorm, even though he insists that it's fine and he doesn't need help, but you insist even more and saying that two people are better than one when it comes to things like this, and he truly, really appreciates everything you've done for their dorm.

POMEFIORE — ( raven queen, daughter of the evil queen! reader. )

vil really does admire your beauty in a little bit of a detached way. while you two can butt heads about your opinions sometimes, he still appreciates you for setting a new point of view into his life. if you let him pamper you in return, for a price!

you're someone who doesn't want to fit into standards, and vil is well, all about the standards. definitely gave each other bit of a dirty look when you first met, but it only goes up from there! at least i could only hope so.

the others think your bickering is quite silly, but it's really all in good fun. you help each other grow in your own ways, and it's actually really cute. he's content enough with how you are, so he would prefer not to change anything about you so far. keep it like that! or not.

rook and his love for your personality is really something. your playful little banters and small signs of flirtation go by quite easily to your surprise! he's a little bit overwhelming for your tastes sometimes, but it'll be all good.

to put it straight, rook was immediately captivated by you. a bit uncomfortable from the way he eyes you up and down, or as some people like to put it— examine you. but you two do bond over the little stuff, like rook with his archery and you with your dragon riding!

the type of person who'd see right through you, someone who'd squish your face with his hands to make you face up at him when he notices your gaze trail off to the side, asking you if you're okay with that soft smile on his face as he pinches your cheek.

epel, is an admirer of you! admire is a stretch, but it's not even close to how much he loves you. he wants to be just like you! strong and intimidating, but in your own sense. and yet still polite enough to teach him and calm him down about topics like this and brush it off saying it's nothing.

whilst he does practically worship you at this point, your relationship with epel is still, really, very playful. your humor's a bit dry, so whenever he teases, or rather attempts to tease you, you'd make fun of him for wanting to be manly, and being not manly enough.

"so.. are 'ya always this serious? can i get a smile outta 'ya?" is something he'd usually ask upon first meeting you, not even bothering to hide his accent because he can already tell you can see right through him. whilst you respond with a small smile, "if you want me to smile, you gotta earn it."

IGNIHYDE — ( blondie lockes, daughter of goldilocks! reader. )

idia would be somewhat overwhelmed by you, you're so.. energetic, pretty, bright, bubbly— anything positive he can think of. you really try your best to interact with him more, even if it means talking to a screen, which isn't really the type of communication of your choice.

you do admit, you never really notice the way you unintentionally tease idia for his habits, he knows you mean well, especially when you nag him affectionately about going out when he'd rather ramble about technology with you in the dorm rooms.

he really finds it cute when you ask him about random stuff with the topic of technology. it's adorable when you ask him to teach you coding since you want to make your own game— wanting to tell you it's not all that fun, but who could resist that face of yours, really?

ortho really finds you fun to be around. you'd find ortho extremely cute when you first meet him, almost immediately approaching him— but not even asking him about his robotic nature even though you are asking tons of questions, and this makes him feel really special <3

he'd help you with anything without even needing you to ask, assisting you with absolutely anything you need with a smile on his face. you're literally another sibling figure to him and he loves it so much! when you ask him if he can feel what you're feeling and he technically says yes, you immediately say "then can you feel my excitement of getting a snack right now?!"

your hobby being vlogging means your camera being broken sometimes, but worry not! ortho is here to help! and he swears it'll be better than before. you're always so positive that it's contagious to him! he gets motivated just because of you :)

DIASOMNIA — ( briar beauty, daughter of aurora! reader. )

malleus? pshh. you weren't even intimidated by him in the slightest bit. not from his status, at least. you weren't overwhelmed and quite literally just approached him respectfully out of curiosity. and he waaaass waiting for you to approach him, so it's a win-win in this case!

"so you're a prince, huh? i don't mind a bit of drama every now and then." he hears you say with a smile on your face, while he asks if you're not afraid of his presence when you just brush it off, saying you don't really have time to be afraid of people like him when he's generally really nice.

it's just so refreshing seeing you skip the formalities saying, "if we're gonna be together all the time, let's just skip them!" with a cheer. you're literally a royal, but you seem so different from your background, it makes him quite happy.. oh, and he's quite protective over you. he insists on coming with you every time you're going somewhere alone.

lilia would find this interesting. you'd often tease him for being a literal century old fae as he just brushes it off with a small chuckle. whilst he claps back with reminding you you'd go to sleep for hundreds of years, making you pout.

you're sharp enough to see through his little pranks, earning him a smack on the head from you, when he says you're no fun at all, you respond with he'll have to try harder next time around. like malleus, he's also, definitely, protective of you.

he says he's not babying you but he is, and it's painfully obvious from the way you can sense his presence around when you're alone out walking. he just wants you to stay safe in his own way, let him do his thing!

silver, woah, you two have a lot in common. especially with the sleeping thing and kinda— coming from the same origins. but he finds your presence comforting, it's a new thing with him! just be careful <3

you often poke him about being too quiet, teasing him about quote unquote "sleeping with his eyes opened", making him laugh softly while he tells you that he isn't sleeping, just observing. observing you, in a subtle way.. but he prefers not to admit it. at least not now?

literally everyone in diasomnia is protective when it comes to you. you're like.. the most protected person in the history of night raven college. silver would hold your hand to prevent you from wandering off into the woods alone, saying it's dangerous for a beauty like you, playfully referencing your last name.

sebek is, well... something! you have a push and pull relationship with him, and it's cute in it's own way. he's intense and he's a no-nonsense type of person! so.. you were probably more intimidated by him than you were with malleus.

you'd often mock his ways of speech, saying stuff like; "i must uphold the honor of the great malleus draconia!” with a hand on your heart, giggling playfully as he scowls at you in a lovingly way, trust me on this. he does find it cute when you imitate him, though..

yes, once again, protective. saying you shouldn't be going messing around so light-heartedly, adding that you shouldn't be so reckless whilst being the princess of briar valley, just like malleus, whilst you whine and say that you don't just want to wait for a prince to save you like that.

a/n — LORD I AM STRONG. FOR WRITING THIS IN UNDER 3 HOURS

[kneebie]

there's a book i like that's called "When Prophecy Fails: A Social and Psychological Study of a Modern Cult That Predicted the End of the World." It's an actual study, with follow ups on a cult in Michigan, I think it was? It's hella dry, but it does a good job explaining the history of doomsday cults before diving into the modern ones

One of the first anecdotes of the story is the anabaptists, some four to five hundred years ago. When the bible was first translated, Martin Luther said, "hey btw your personal interpretation? That's also a correct interpretation, because it is a divine script," or something along those lines, and people went NUTS.

One particular experience is recollected in which a dude strolls into town after the second failure of the world to end, and a random villager calls out, "HEY, JOHANNES! WHERE IS YOUR WIFE? WAS SHE RAPTURED WITHOUT YOU?" which really goes to show Twitter has existed in us throughout all of the ages, even without the tech

And ALSO goes to show that the thing that kept those doomsday cults going was that, at the end of the day? People weren't there to hash it out. People were there to say fuck off with your heretical views, etc. And so a large amount of outreach was completely neglected because, like, why would you? They're silly. They're stupid. How could they even believe such a thing?

Except, and here's the thing, and it's all over this website: we are not immune to cults. People get caught up in echo chambers all the time, and it's nice to finally have that sense of belonging. You go out of the group, and what do you find? Oh man, people are HELLA mean outside your own ingroup.

This is basically what grifters and cults have in common. Some cults can be relatively benign. Grifters? Much, MUCH more rarely. And so, consciously or not, Trump's counting on the fact that when his tariffs raise the price of, say, eggs, we are all going to yell "HEY JOHANNES WHERE IS YOUR WIFE," all over again. And so people who are seeing signs of shit being bad will go OH, NOT SAFE IN THE OUTGROUP, GONNA GO BACK TO THE INGROUP, and reinforce their worldviews from inside their own heads, rather than with external observations. Cause the external observations are generally brought on by dicks and jackasses more interested in saying "I WAS RIGHT" than "hey man yeah, you're right, the price of eggs has gone up for those reasons and it does kind of suck."

Am I saying that every single Trump supporter needs to be courted with lovely words and woo-ed back to share the same reality? No. Trump's actively courted white nationalists and armed militia members, as well as the people sympathetic to those causes.

Which is to say, there's a spectrum of Trump supporter. There's the ethnonationalists. And there's the people who kinda just don't give a shit, and haven't, and he said some words in some soundbites that sounded like it'd help with everyday problems they're facing. That's what a demagogue does. Just says shit and some of it sticks.

So instead of being like "JESUS CHRIST YOU RACIST," try and open a dialogue first. Figure out if they're the sort of person who hasn't given it much thought, or was tricked because they trusted the wrong source, or if they're part of the Proud Boys. Doesn't usually take long to figure that out.

And even then, when you're about to go attacking that white nationalist? The Republican party is the party of grievances. That's why it's one hundo percent culture war one hundo percent of the time. Just give a thought to how far you're personally going to fuel that grievance, since dogpiling one Republican can then reinforce HUNDREDS TO THOUSANDS of other Republicans, with the way Shapiro and other talking heads work.

I'm not saying don't! It's now more critical than ever to express dissent, and to show that not everyone agrees with the fascist in charge atm. Just know how they work, and how they're going to use your own good intentions, and make your own calculations on whether it's worth it to be a dick to someone online

Might I give some advice:

Not everyone has (or needs to have) the energy to thoughtfully respond to republicans on the Internet. You do not have to do that.

But some people do, and can. And I think we gotta let them.

An example:

I have a former teacher, I'll call her Grace, who is an incredibly kind woman in her 70s. Devout catholic, had voted for various parties over the years, but has been pretty strictly democrat over the past 15-20 because that aligns with her values of kindness and service.

She shared a post about the pope's recent letter and expressed that she agreed with his concerns about how trump is treating immigrants. A friend of hers commented a long paragraph basically saying "dear Grace I care for you but I don't understand how you can be a Christian and a democrat. Blah blah abortion blah blah gender blah blah drugs."

Grace replied "I'm very busy right now but I am going to respond to you soon with my thoughts". When she did it was an incredibly generous, rational monologue that connected with this person's humanity, their shared religious values, and made a beautiful case for why she supports who she does. I didn't agree with a good half of what she said as I am not a Christian, but the result was an expression of values that I think put her on the side of justice and compassion.

The person replied and thanked her and said she had a lot to think about. It was probably the best case scenario for a Facebook politics conversation

You know what came very close to ruining it? A bunch of (mostly younger) people piling on with "fuck you you racist maga pos" and "no one has to explain anything to you, go to hell" etc etc. Even after Grace wrote that she intended to reply herself.

I watched this republican respond to all the easy, quick insults by saying "this is why I don't think any democrats can be Christian, this is how you all speak to me." If Grace hadn't put so much work into writing her response in a way that was tailored to fit this person, I would not be surprised if that person left Facebook doubly certain that Christian nationalism is the way to go.

I'm not saying we can't cuss out jackasses. I'm not saying everyone needs to respond to bad faith arguments like Grace did or use their time like she did.

But this was on Grace's Facebook page, and interrupted the work she already volunteered to do. Just so these individuals could feel like they "did something" and got a shot off at an enemy.

I think that's selfish and childish and unproductive. They could have said anything they wanted in their own space, but they made grace's job harder for no fuckin reason. And then "loved" her reply and said "that was beautiful Grace, thank you for sharing your thoughts"

Like... Buddies. Pals. If someone volunteers to scrub the toilet fucking let them.

[nayaesworld]

Made Men

Mafia!Terry Richmond x Black reader

Warnings: MDNI, Family trauma, mentions of murder, betrayal

A/N: Happy Lovers Day y’all…I hope y’all enjoy💕

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Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..

His very own Miss Universe. The epitome of black beauty and radiance, and he loved you. For all the things that were terribly wrong and fucked up in his life, you were that one right thing in his world that kept him grounded and humble. He loved you for all your weird quirks and interests, for all your loud laughs and giggles, and yet life was telling him yet again that he couldn’t have it all.

Why did the two of you deserve to pay for the past grievances of your families? Why did the two of you have to pay for something that y’all weren’t alive to experience? People were trying to keep her out of his reach, without knowing how far he’d go to get her. No limits. No fucks given for the lives he’d take so they had better stay out of his way. No more separation from her. He couldn’t live that way, couldn’t live without her.

She was worth the trouble, she was worth the risk.

Hands tapping lightly against the steering wheel of his 1969 Ford Mustang. Smoke billowing in the cabin of the car from his cigar. He had learned early on that patience was a virtue and honing it for the right moment made all the difference. He was watching and waiting for his cue, a signal from his baby. It was such a shame he had to even go to such lengths to bust her out of that prison they called her home. A sit down was what he was hoping for, a little chat of some sort to get down to the bottom of this bullshit. So much bull shit. Terry knew who he had to have it with and he played out how things might go in his head, but he’d take any chance if it meant peace with her.

A light switched on and off twice in the living room of the house. His signal..and a sign that things might not be going so smoothly inside for her. He blew out a stressed breath before he stepped out of his car, frustrations were running high but he tried to remain calm and let the bite from the wind chill his hot head. They were supposed to be on the road by now. Long gone and doused in the warm sun deep in Jamaica. A retreat..an escape from this life, and her Valentine’s Day gift. Yet here he was February 13th a day before…bulllshit. His long black leather trench coat blew in the wind as he advanced towards her childhood home.

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You

Things were bad again between you and your aunt. The packed bags and visible passport sent her into a fit of rage. Only this time you met her frenzied haze of nasty words and disappointment with your own anger. You were beyond fed up, her constant overprotective nature and disregard for your feelings was wearing you down.

“What? You thought I was gonna just let you run off with that boy…he’s no good?!”

“You never even tried to get to know him, you’re a fucking hypocrite, you’re ruining my damn life and you don’t even care!” Wet hot tears streamed from your face endlessly, your body running high on emotions and you were lightheaded from all the yelling.

“I know enough about his family that I shouldn’t have ever let you get close to him! You don’t know what you think you do and I’m sick of repeating myself.”

“Yet again you're speaking in a riddle like I’m some child..tell me the truth. If you care for me how you so often claim. Tell. Me. The. Truth.” Your fingers hit your palm after every word. Beyond fed up with your aunt's silly little rants, this was not going to be how you continued to live your life.

A heavy knock at the front door shut her mouth before she could lie again. The knock was loud and solid, but knowing who resided on the other side of it made your hammering heartbeat calm down enough for you to finally breathe.

Your protector.

Your calm in the loud world.

Your Terry.

You rushed to open the door, almost pulling it clean from its hinges in your rush to get there before your aunt. Leathered hands reached for you and pulled you into his embrace, the smooth cool leather not hiding the rapid thump of his heartbeat. He was angry too..and rightfully so.

“Are you ok..did anybody put their hands on you?” He fired off questions quickly and I shook my head no before he placed me behind him and stepped into the house.

“You’re not welcomed here..bold of you to show your goddamn face.”

“I’m welcomed wherever she is. Because unlike you I have her best interest..period.” You watched him reach down and set a timer on his wristwatch before he rolled his tense shoulders.

“Five minutes. That’s how long you get to tell your niece the truth, or I will. Tell her why you can’t bear to look me in my face…why you can’t tell her the truth after 25 fucking years of raising her.”

Vanessa; your aunt stared daggers at Terry. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A sign that she was getting overly irritated and anxious but you could care less. She owed you this and so much more. She pat the bottom of the pack before pulling one out and quickly lighting it.

“ I don’t owe her or you a motherfucking thing. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d watch your next words carefully.” Deflection. It was typical with her.

“Tick-Tock auntie, you do it or I will.” His usual smile ridden face was still and frozen in anger. A stark difference from the man you cracked jokes with.

“You damn Richmond men..always coming around taking what doesn’t belong to you. A bunch of no good ass niggas!” More riddles. More rage.

“Tell her how your obsessive and lustful behavior behind my uncle put her mother and father in harm's way. How you knew he actually wanted her but you didn’t mind playing the back field just as long as you were around him.” And there it was, the truth that for some reason I wasn’t owed. The reason my parents were murdered.

“Tell her! How even though you knew her mother had no interest in my uncle, you still planted those seeds into his head that got her parents murdered..you knew he couldn’t take her rejecting him and you sat back and watched this unfold anyways.”

Sobs escaped your mouth and threatened to choke me with their escape. The truth really did hurt and right not that pain was feeling more physical than mental. All that time without the truth..without your parents. Your child would never know this kind of pain and despair. You pulled the white mohair cardigan tightly around your little bump. You and Terry were going half on God's greatest gift to earth…something to live for and do better for. Your sole reason for wanting to get the hell away from this place. You had done your time here tenfold, it was time to get away and raise your baby with your fiancé.

“Go put your bags in the car baby..I’ll be right behind you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and handed your bags to you.

“Hmm so you just gonna choose that nigga over your own flesh, how are you any different from me neice?”

I rushed over to rearrange her face but Terry grabbed me and pulled me to him. My shaking hands were covered by his large ones and I let their warmth mingled in with his protective gaze soothe me.

“Remember what we’re fighting for, baby. She’s not worth it, you know that, it’s just me, you, and our future.” He bent down into a squat and pressed a kiss to my belly, whispering kind words and affirmations to it.

“That baby will have his last name… his DNA. That’s no family of mine. You leave this house,you're dead to me girl!”

“I’m counting on it.” And with that you grabbed Terry's car keys and slowly carried all your belongings outside. Freedom at last.

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Terry

“I haven’t heard from Terrell in a week, what did you do to him? I’ll have your body parts scattered from here to fucking South America..don’t test me boy!”

“My uncle is dead..and if you don’t want to meet the same fate as him I’d advise you to watch what you say next Vanessa. This is the bed you made, lay in it.”

“Terrell was a good man! He had his bad days, name a person that doesn’t…he loved me and you took him from me!” More deluded thoughts of “love” but what this really was was a sick obsession.

“My uncle was a sorry ass nigga. A scum that deserved to be wiped clean from this earth…behind her you gotta know I’ll get rid of anybody so please don’t be so surprised.”

Terry stepped into your room and headed to her walk-in closet where she had the rest of her valuables packed and tucked into a corner. He slung the duffel bags over his shoulder and grasped the photo album containing pictures of her and her parents before walking from the room. Vanessa sat in the recliner near the window watching Y/n settle into the passenger seat. Envy written across her face clear as day. She wanted what she couldn’t have, so she had planned to live vicariously through her niece. But those days were over.

“For what it's worth, she really did love you. Long before you broke her heart and crushed her dreams, you meant something to her once upon a time.” She squinted her eyes at him and walked over to stand toe to toe with him. Smoke from her cigarette blowing out of her pity and into his face.

“Get out of my house. And if you or her return to this city I won’t stop her uncles from going after either of you.”

Terry simply smirked to himself before walking away and out into the cold air. The constant purr of his car welcoming him back.

“Where will we go?” He stared into her pretty shining eyes, hands stroking her cheek.

“The time I had to spend away from you…I had something built for us, a haven. I promised you a home to raise our child in, someplace silent and serene. That place is ready love.”

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“Baby you have to secure her head first..I promise you won’t break her.” You laughed softly at the panicked look on Terry’s face as you slid your one month old daughter into his arms.

Peace and bliss had befallen you and Terry those last months of your pregnancy. As he promised he had you nestled away in the beautiful woods of Fairburn, Georgia. The 3,000 square foot lake house sat on the Chattahoochee River smack dead in the middle of two acres of land ; it had a wrap-around porch and had three bedrooms and bathrooms. Your pregnancy was safe and your baby was healthy because of it, the quiet air surrounding you was a safety net.

You found peace everywhere on the property. Sitting on the front porch sipping your favorite red wine,arranging a savory dinner on the marble island in your kitchen, splashing your feet into the river while your fire pit crackled beside you, or those sweet nights where you laid in bed curled into the hard ridges of your fiancés body. Now your favorite times were spent nursing your daughter Clark, and adjusting to and loving the everlasting changes of motherhood. The love between you and Terry grew constantly and sometimes you’d wonder how it was even possible to love someone with every fiber of your being…how you could love everything about him.

“That little eyebrow arch she does is all you, and she thinks it’s so funny…hi my little dumpling aren’t you just the funniest sweet thing.” Your squeaky baby voice had Terry chuckling as you moved away to prepare her bottle. You poured the cooled breast milk into a four ounce bottle before placing it inside a bottle warmer to be heated. You squirted a bit on your wrist to test its temperature before walking into the living room and handing it to Terry. You watched her as her little hungry coos filled the living room and her tiny hands reached up to pull in her father’s shirt.

You munched on oatmeal chocolate chip lactation cookies and stroked the fine hairs along his neck. “Thank you for rescuing me. All I had to do was mention my situation one time,you never questioned me,never hesitated, all you did was act. I’m blessed that Clark has you for a father, she won’t ever feel what I felt growing up.”

“You thank me? I did what a man was supposed to do love, you don’t see that light around you..that light that binds me to you. I’ve killed for you…and to keep this peace I’d do it again. Because there is no price too high to pay for what you give me, what you just gave me.” He racked down and pecked a kiss onto the baby’s head before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

“We’re raising our daughter together, she’ll always have us…always feel the love we have for her. She's gonna grow up here and never have to lift a finger. She’ll be beautiful and smart just like her mommy because that’s what we intend for her.”

“And so it will be darling…next on our list the wedding”

“You ready to become Mrs.Richmond and give me a bunch of babies?”

“I’ve been Mrs.Richmond since we were seventeen having baseball tournaments in the park.. I loved you then and I still do…and I’ll give you a hundred babies, pretty boy.”

“Mm you want me to lay Clark down so we can work on number two right now..I think she wants a sibling, look at that face.” He held her up and matched the cute pouty expression on her face.

“My baby said no such thing..but mommy does need some loving from daddy. Can you have her down in ten minutes?”

He put her in the crook of his arm and began rocking her slowly. “Make it five, and put that new lace set on…I wanna tear it off you.”

You took off running towards your shared room and slipped into the racy pink set. You sank into the plush bed giggling softly to yourself. Thank god for made men…

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[mahyuume]

CAPABLE OF LOVE!

— synopsis. the ways he proofs being capable of showing love!

pairing. various!haikyuu, jjk, bllk, mha x reader | genre. romance, fluff, crack.

reminders. I’m posting after a suuuper long break, hope you guys like this! | mlist

I THINK I NEED I NEED A PICTURE, is something you’ve said countless times to your boyfriend (who will one day be your husband) then proceeding to whip out any kind of device capable of taking a photo. Currently, is happening right now.

“Baby, we need a picture, again!” You gleam at him, the look on his face already dreading the next fifty photos going to be taken; exhausted from taking the last hundred— or maybe more than that photos. But, reluctantly, he agrees. “Fine, but this is the last time,” the boy sighs then flashes his award winning smile. Just in time for- click! that. Now holding the freshly printed Polaroid, he takes a look at your face instead of the physical copy of you both.

Staring at the facial features adorned on you, he sees no flaws whatsoever. He stares at your eyes; shiny but with the hints of clear joy. Lips— he’s kissed them multiple times, but never got over how soft and plush they felt. Always wondered how you do it.

“Are you even listening to me?” You turned your head to him, giving him a small frown. He snaps back into his senses from you cutting his train if thought; now darting back at your eyes, then lips again. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, trying to get rid of all the mushy thoughts in his head. “What were you saying?” Giving a small huff, you re-explain why you both need so many photos. But truth be told, he wasn’t listening one bit. Okay, just a little, but your face is something he could look at for hours. The look of love is real when it comes to him, due to the fact that he always manages to accidentally ignore you; all while adoring you.

As voices drown out, he thinks about adding this new photo to the heart shaped Polaroid collection in his room. Cracks out a stupid smile, then further proves to be undeniably whipped for you.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, NAGI SEISHIRO, RIN ITOSHI, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, SHOTO TODOROKI, NEITO MONOMA.

‘CAUSE IT’S NEVER ENOUGH! Is what your boyfriend says almost if not every-time he gifts you things. His reasoning is always “just because” and that he truly meant it when he said if he could give you the whole world, he would. And what I just relayed out for you to process, plays out in your daily life. And is, right now.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Repeated sounds of the doorbell chiming in your ear, you smile as you already know who’s behind the door while opening it for your love. But this time like most, it’s not your love facing you. It’s a big teddy bear that’s twice his size. You’re even surprised a thing like that could fit into his car!

“And who is this for?” You question him, a silly one at that. “Some cute girl I met.” He responds but not so clearly since the bear completely hides his figure besides the arms of his holding it up, drowning in the big fluffy stuffy. You roll your eyes at his answer, “Oh? Come in and tell me all about her.” Entertaining him, you take the legs of the bear and help him inside. And oh my, it was pretty heavy. But no surprise your super strong fiancé could lift it without a sweat.

“I would but…” “But?” “I have more things for the pretty girl inside my car,” he looks over at you with a stupid smile. “If you don’t mind.” He says while walking away back to the front door in a seemingly rush.

Coming back, his hands and arms are full of designer goods, and some even being valentine gifts. Talk about a man who can treat!

“You got me all this?” A gasp leaves your pretty lips as he stares at them, it making him smile in return too. “Yup.” Helping him get the bags, he watches you with a dumb look that makes you wanna slap him for being such a mushy lover. Of course, in a good way!

Opening your early valentine gifts, each one never failed to surprise you and leave you even more grateful for the man watching and recording your reactions. He points to the Nekta bag next to you. In the video, you’re surrounded by countless luxury brands but he decides to point out a specific one.

“Open that one baby.” He smirks behind the camera, watching your face twist into one of excitement and shying away from the camera. “Why? What’s in here?” You say as your paid for nails on hands reach for the Nekta bag. Opening it, there’s many boxes to choose from. You’re not sure which he meant. “Which one?” He points to a small one, the tiniest out of the bunch.

Unraveling the box and seeing the message, cluelessly, you didn’t notice how your boyfriend set down the phone and got down on one knee.

‘Look in front of you dummy.’ You read aloud then looked up. And there he was, holding the missing ring from the box, proposing to you with it.

“Will you marry me?”

HAJIME IWAIZUMI, SATORU GOJO, SAE ITOSHI, REO MIKAGE, KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

TO SEE YOU SMILING IN MY MIND is a memory you often hear being told over and over again by your boyfriend. His dreams of you both are beyond romantic or very dramatic, there’s really no in between.

By far the most exaggerated thing he’d ever say is something about how you two turned into fishes and lived a happy life together swimming around the ocean, avoiding sharks and fishermen. But this time, it’s quite different.

Ding! Ding! Your phone goes off at 7:35pm, right as you’re getting ready for bed or doing whatever it is. Checking what notified you, a smile lit across your face as you read your boyfriend’s display name.

Weird random: Babe

Weird random: I had another dream call me rn it’s so important

Giggling and mentally calling him a weirdo, you read the messages in-app then click the Video Call option.

“Oh my gosh baby, you won’t believe what I dreamt of.” Is what you hear your boyfriend say from the audio of your phone that’s now prompt up on a water glass as a substitute for a stand. “What’d you predict this time?” You cheekily asked him as he closes the space between his device and face; now a super close up of him is in your screen.

You’re not complaining though. He’s in one of those hoodies you promised yourself to ‘borrow’ one of these days and has messy bed hair, which tells you he just woke up from a nap.

“Okay so like, it’s me and you right,” he settles his phone down somewhere around his house, now making hand motions like a story teller. “Mhm.” “We’re having this cute date and stuff right.” “And?” “And then like, you look so beautiful. Like so, like, just so beautiful that flowers bloom when you walk near them type of beautiful!”

Laughing at his silly compliment, it doesn’t fail to make your cheeks turn a pink hue. “You’re so corny I swear…” it’s his turn to laugh at your comment, “Come on girl, don’t tease me like that.” His voice suddenly turns into one more of a softer beat, “hurts my feelings.” He says as he puts a hand on his heart, seemingly clutching it. Rolling your eyes at your favorite boy, he continues on with his story- dream. His dream.

“Then boom, some random dude comes up to you and goes like ‘hey you’re pretty’ and I’m like ‘dude back off’ and then we get into a fight in order to see who wins your love.” At this point he was just background music as you did your night routine. “Babe, are you even listening?” Or maybe not.

“Of course I am.” You look at him from the side of your eye, noticing how he’s now closer than earlier. “Doesn’t seem like it.” From the looks of it, it seems like you’re plain out ignoring him. But you’e not, really! “Promise I am.” Adjusting the camera to face you fully now, he focuses on you rather than talking about his hefty dream storyline.

“What if I just married you, like, tomorrow?”

What a nice question he asked, and your answer is…

“I don’t know?” You stop doing whatever you’re doing and look at him. “Why’re you asking?” “No reason.” Liar. “Stop lying!” His hands go up in protest, “I’m not!” He looks away for a bit then returns to stare at you. “Just… just had a dream about it.” And it clicks.

“So that’s what you were trying to tell me?” And like that, it’s as if a lightbulb went off in his head. “Ah, I guess so…” he muttered, hand on his nape as he realizes he’s not the best at lying when it comes to you. “I mean, come on!” He finally breaks, “you looked so good in the wedding dress and we…” his voice trails off the second you were getting invested.

“We?” You omit him to continue, but it comes out hurriedly. “We had a big, happy family. Like seriously happy.” He admits with a smile, clearly smitten about you. This makes you innerly gush about him.

“Yeah?” “Yeah. We did.” He sighs, “If only it were true.” He fake pouts, an ugly thing he does that makes you laugh horribly. “I mean, it can be.” You nonchalantly said, as if you weren’t wishing for the same thing. His eyes light up from your sentence, lips curling into a smile. “You can’t take that back!” You laugh at his antics, “as if I would ever.”

SHOYO HINATA, TOORU OIKAWA, YUUJI ITADORI, MEGURU BACHIRA, YOICHI ISAGI, KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS).

​৻ꪆ. Happy valentines everyone! I hope you like this one. (It’s been planned ever since December.) there were supposed to be two more lines added but I seriously ran out of time and didn’T know who else to write for… so, take this??

[simonskitty]

Hii! Have you watched the movie Babygirl? It has something to do with Boss x Intern. It would totally be such a turn on if you wrote a Boss|Toji x Intern|Reader. Where an innocent intern smoothly flirts with her boss during an interview and it has his pants tightening. He has a family at home, such a dirty man to be getting turned on by this much younger intern. How this new intern would say the most naughtiest things but would act innocent about it. It was a dangerous game when it came to sneaking around and fucking like rabbits. It messed him up when she would start distancing herself from him. She could ruin his life in a second.. and he loved it. He loved being dominated by someone so much younger than him. 🥛

BTW, I loved your story on Toji x College Student. You’re my new favorite writer!! I hope I can request more soon ><

eeeek anon your such a sweetie !! i looked up the movie and now it’s in my watchlist hehe. request any time you like love ᡣ 𓈒⋅ ⩊ ⋅𓈒ྀིა ㅤ and sorry it took awhile, been dealing w/ mental issues lolz ㅤ

cw: mdni, cheating ୨୧

Toji was a perverse man—especially when it came down the way he treated his lower coworkers in the field. Bossing them around became accustomed when they signed they papers that made them under his control. Sure, he’d mess with the men—teasing and giving them a hard time. But, when it came down to the pretty ladies in skirts—boy did he have a time. He enjoyed acting being superior, being the controller in the relationships he had with his inferiors. He liked contorting their little limbs until they broke, running off from the job like scared little animals, wanting the sacred warmth of their mama bear :(.

So, when the last little lady ran off once again—record time this time around. Two weeks on the job. How pathetic. Toji knew he needed some fresh meat to work with—something tastier than the beef jerky he had put a wedding ring on a decade ago.

When you walked in, a young one, full of life—hopes and dreams presented like a bouquet of flowers resting tight in your palms—Toji knew he found himself a prime rib.

“You sure you’re up for the job?” He’s serious. Professional attire neatly ironed—the same suit he wore on his wedding day. Means just about nothing now. In a few years, once he kicks this job to the curb, it’ll be sat nicely on the racks of a thrift store, where it belongs. To be tried on by a group of silly teenagers, goofing off for fun.

Your head nods eagerly. Résumé sat in between the two of you on the conference table—waiting to be accepted. You enjoyed the praise.

“Yes, sir.” There’s a certain grin on your face. Toji likes it. Finds it endearing. Something his wife hasn’t had on her face in months—hell, even years. He doesn’t care enough to look back on the calendar. “What are your priorities?” It’s too sweet. Sweet enough to rot his teeth out.

“That depends what your qualifications are.” He leans forward, thick biceps resting kindly against the new wood. “I don’t just hire a woman because she has a pretty face ya know?”

“So that’s off my list then.” Your tone is kind, welcoming. Toji wants you to place your welcome mat on him. Step on him. He looks to your feet. Dressed in heels—professional. The kind of professional he’s acting. He’s preforming, you’re the nonfiction story.

“And you’re witty.” He’s commenting, and he observes. Toji would like to point out that your blouse is missing a button—but that would give away how he’s been focusing on your cleavage as if he was single. You beat him to it.

“And your shirt is unbuttoned.”

He looks down, suit jacket in perfect condition except for the button that had bursted from his pec size. His wife would call him lazy, unprofessional, would demean him and expect an answer for the mistake he didn’t even do on purpose.

He liked your reaction better. Walking over and bending down just the right amount so your eye to eye. Seriousness overtakes your expression. Toji likes you. Determined. Just to button up his dress shirt.

“Cologne?” Your head is tilted to the side. He knows your game. The little teasing that girls do to rile up a man. To appear innocent—doe like.

“Hm?”

“You are wearing cologne, yes?” The grin is back on your lips. It’s fake. It’s purposeful. It’s to get him on the leash that dogs are meant to walk on. “I recognize the scent.”

Brows are furrowed together in thought. His head titled the opposite of yours. “Fathers scent, I presume?” It’s stated as a statement, yet you answer.

“No. Last hook up.” Small giggles fill his ears. Making jokes during an interview. His dress pants tighten.

“What did you just say?” Face: Stoic. To his surprise, and much enjoyment, your bubbly act doesn’t lent up. All that’s left is a dumb look—you’re faking it. He’s not dumb. You can’t be dumb to be a boss. You can’t be dumb not to get caught cheating on your wife for the last three years. Sly recognizes the sly. Slick recognizes the stealthy.

“I’m very close. Surprised you can’t hear me.” Your eyes betrayed the innocent act that your lips told. Maybe you were both acting. Both in stage to perform for your imaginary audience. “Very nice suit by the way.” Smiling. Too wide.

Toji clears the lump left in his throat. Eyes in yours, sinking himself into the pools. “Thank you, miss.” His tone, different now. Lowering himself on the rank, on his prized pedestal that he had cheated his way up to. “Now let’s get back to the interview.” His hand attempted to adjust his tie—which felt tighter around the thick of his neck—yet again, you beat him to it.

Instead of loosening it, you tightened it. Toji sucked in a breath. Nervousness he felt in his gut? The same feeling he felt the first time he cheated on his wife. Dirty. That’s how he felt. Like he was committing a crime. In a sense he was. The vows he preached now just line of gibberish to him.

“The suit looks older. Get it from the thrift or something?” Your lips are quirked up, you can’t control it. You liked Toji Mr. Fushiguro.

He ignores your question. “How…how old are you, by chance?” He said the words. Like he was holding back a string of curse words that shouldn’t be spoken in the office. “On your…résumé?”

Toji doesn’t wait for an answer. He opens your file. 24. The number goes weighs heavy on his brain for a good while, calculating the age gap between the two of you.

“Sir?” Sweet voice ringing through his head like church bells. “Am I too young for you—I mean the job?” Your eyelashes bat at him. A groan makes its way through his chapped lips, he wets them with his tongue—the tongue that had seen many women’s pussies before yours.

One more can’t hurt? It’s not like anyone is gonna find out.

An almost primal look overtakes him. But your demeanor doesn’t falter. You let him have his fun. Chucking you over the conference table like you where the same weight as a stack of papers.

“Think you’re so fucking cute?” His words cut into your body like knifes, a sharp slap coming down hard on your fat ass. Toji’s eyes moving like googly eyes on his face, watching the skin ripple under his rough touch. “I bet you think you are sooo slick. Acting like a dumb, cheeky bitch. Riling me up.” The cold, office air hitting your bare ass like a slap in the face, Toji lifting up the skirt you bought a size too small, and panties being ripped apart like he was a professional in the sport.

“No, sir! I really didn’t mean any harm!” Lies. He knew better. This is what you wanted. For him to be a bastard to you. To treat you mean. To get under his skin until he broke—not the other way around. “I was—just trying to get the job!”

“Lying is ugly, sweetheart.” Another grunt, a slap to your cold ass cheek, warmed by the palm of his hand—kneading the soft surface. “Be a good girl and you’ll be my new intern, how ‘bout it?” No answer, bottom lip hugged tightly in your canines. Bad choice! Another harsh slap to your aching flesh.

“I expect an immediate response, bitch.” It’s a growl. Like an animal. The sound of his belt unbuckling and pants unzipping speeds your heart up in a delicious way.

And you do. Dick plummeting in your soaking wet walls like it’s your personal medicine. Dirty resolution to sick minded problems. Rutting your gut into the harsh edge of the table, squelching insides ringing throughout the room. Meaty thighs pressed against your own, sticky sweat clinging to your body and connecting your skin to his own.

Huge hands ram down on the table, venom dripping from the defined veins of his forearms. You wonder if the veins on his cock look the same. Sure feels like it.

Blissfully getting fucked, like your poor sopping pussy was begging for it the moment you stepped into the interview. Eyes blurry with tears—unable to make anything out.

Except for the silver band on his ring finger.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

You were hired quickly after that. He couldn’t resist hiring a pretty little thing like you; who was able to milk him so nicely without doing a thing but batting your eyelashes at him. And at the moment it was great. You worked professionally under his rule without a second thought—allowing his hands to graze your ass in the break room—or allowing himself to private meetings with you during your lunch break. Enough so that he didn’t need anything for the woman waiting so loyal to him back home.

Until you began to distance yourself.

And Toji did not like that very much.

Though, his wife seemed oblivious to his actions at the work place—you were not as naive as your looks portrayed you to be. You saw the ring. You saw the little family photo that sat on his desk—collecting dust like an heirloom that deserved to be kept in an attic—or in your opinion: sold at a garage sale.

But you weren’t a home wrecker. You had pride, dignity if you will. Which could be debatable due to fucking a man you just met—one who you now knew was married. How could you destroy a seemingly happy home? Happy—to the wife and the little boy, maybe not so much to your boss that had just been so pent up for another taste of you.

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So, it ended up with Toji on his bulky knees, grabbing onto your fishnet covered thighs that were just below your skirt. You didn’t feel remorse for denying what he needed—you felt a sense of power over him. The power that usually never fell out of his grip.

Sweaty dark hair sticking to his forehead, creased with so much frustration, cursing himself for getting down—taking himself off that high pedestal—and begging you for just another taste. His cock, pulsing in need, just aching to be dipped into your warm cunt again.

“Come on—why do this to me?” Voice rough and dirty, fed up with whatever was stopping you from giving him the same treatment as you did when you two first met. “No one has to know!” God, what was wrong with him?

“You seriously don’t feel anything—“ Eyes welling up with tears now—regret coursing through his tight muscles. “For your wife? And a kid at home. Dirty little bastard.” A tear falls gently from his left eye, running down his scarred lip.

Toji looks over at the photo of his wife and child—happy as ever sitting on his desk. Yet, he felt nothing close to sadness—but the hot burning pit of want for you in the bottom of his gut.

You grab him by his tie—basically choking him much to his selfish enjoyment. “Too much of a pussy to tell the truth? To finally break off a marriage you didn’t even want?” Pleasure enters his pores when he sees the enjoyment on your smug face. He wanted to chant over and over to be rougher.

Giving a nice good tug on the red plaid tie around his neck—now popping out with blue veins of the stress weighing on him—he drops his hand from the fat of your thighs. The thick fingers drop down on either side of you, on the floor, him now on all fours. A string of whimpers fall from his wet lips, making you laugh.

“God yes.” His breaths are short and uneven, the sound giving you a dose of adrenaline. “I’m so fucking pathetic. Just—just give me this one more time—please baby.”

“I don’t fuck married men.”

“That didn’t seem to be the case two weeks ago.”

The smart remark earning him a harsh slap to his cheek, making him moan like a teenage boy loosing his virginity.

The gracious part left in your heart—decided to give in.

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You left the office that day—cunt bare and cold against the wind that lifted under your skirt. Toji kept your panties for a souvenir to remember the first time he ate you out, right next to the framed picture of his family.

Oh, and that beautiful family portrait? It was now thrown out in the dumpster behind the office, which was better than a thrift store or a garage sale in your right opinion. As well as his ring—well the ring he decided to sell at a nearby pawn shop because he’s still filthy as hell—and likes the extra cash in case of emergencies.

© simonskitty

[ihavenointerestinreallife]

family relations | 18+ mdni

everyone knew that where fred went, george was right behind him; even if nobody could tell them apart half the time, two identical ginger boys always signaled trouble. 

when you showed up–someone with a stark difference in look to the two boys–it immediately raised an eyebrow. while not rare to see the two twins apart, it was a sight to see them accompanied by someone other than another member of their family, often at least. 

with the amount of nosy students at hogwarts it didn’t take long until someone got curious. 

“she’s just a part of the family,” george would say. 

“she’s like a sister to us, really,” fred would add not long after. 

— 

holidays with the weasley family were always chaotic to say the least. it seemed every year a new person stayed for christmas in the burrow, most notably in recent years harry and hermione joining their best friend ron–this year, the family home saw you as its new addition. 

the weasley family home had been filled to the brim since the birth of ginny, and the addition of companions only brightened it with more love. 

on christmas morning, everyone who didn’t own one already (or miraculously lost their original) received their first of molly’s many knitted sweaters, all personalized with their first initial. you’d never forget the first christmas you reunited with the twins wearing their own sweaters. 

“did mrs. weasley make those so she could remember which of you is which?” you asked. 

“mother says she could never forget who is who, which i guess is why i’m wearing his sweater, and he’s wearing mine,” fred would reply. 

when the day came for you to receive your own, the twins had visibly outgrown the jumpers you first saw them in, instead adorning new pairs to fit their growing builds. 

“molly, it’s beautiful! i dreamed of the day i’d get my own,” you said, running your fingers along the woollen fabric. 

“i’m glad you like it dear- and look, now you match freddie and georgie.” 

your head whipped in the direction of the two boys to confirm her words, and she was right. you matched fred and george from the overall blue color to the yellow letter. 

the way they looked at you then, you knew you could get used to matching sweaters. 

— 

you were purely friends with the twins up until your shared sixth year when they went to the yule ball with angelina johnson and katie bell. sure, the way they looked at you for the past year and a half had you questioning everything you felt for them. and sure, having them next to you at every given moment–closely, at that–made you think things friends wouldn’t dare say out loud- but this was a whole new level. 

molly had sent all the hogwarts attending weasley children outfits to wear to the ball; ginny a bright pink and mint gown, ron a very explicit hand me down likely of bill or percy’s, and the twins looked dashing in their matching suits. but you knew they could look even better, each hanging off one of your arms. 

instead you had the pleasure of watching both fred and george dance multiple rounds with their dates, while you sat next to harry and ron, also bummed out by how terrible the evening had gone. 

“they wanted to go with you, you know.” 

you jumped, turning your head to hermione who seemed to be itching to escape the crowd. 

“don’t be silly hermione, we’re just friends.” you muttered as you chewed on your lips, effectively removing them of any color you stained them with. “besides, you saw how eager they were when they asked angelina and katie in potions.” 

“or they were just trying to tease ron, you know how brothers are.” hermione looked at you with pity, as if there was someone she had hoped would ask her to the ball as well. 

the moment you decided to guess who she’d hoped would have asked her, your eyes scanned the crowd for either fred or george. it was futile for a second, until on either side of the floor you noticed both twins sneaking a glance back at you, both still occupied in dances with their dates. 

“hermione,” you began, tone laced with shyness despite how loud the music drowned your words out, “how would i know if my feelings surpassed friendly?” 

— 

it only took a day for feelings to be admitted by all three parties, only taking half of another for you to find yourself sandwiched in bed by both of the twins. robes had been discarded by the door, and you weren’t even sure you’d be able to find your scarf considering how long it had been gone. 

the boys sat knee to knee with you straddling both their laps, george to your front and fred to your back. they worked together to pull your hair off your neck, and then to unleash your tie from its collar, effectively exposing your bare skin to them. 

it didn’t feel real when the warmth of fred’s lips ghosted your skin, not even a semblance of it when they finally latched on. the amount of times you dreamt of them touching you intimately could not have prepared you for the feeling. 

“does it feel good when he kisses you like that?” george teased knowing you wouldn’t be able to catch your breath in time to reply. 

“yes georgie- fuck,” you moaned as fred bit down and sucked like a man tasked with marking you as his own. “freddie, people will see..” 

“let them love, they’d put the pieces together soon anyways.” he bit down again only a couple inches away from the first love bite, effectively securing the notion of nosy onlookers creating their own story to tell off. 

and tell off they would when every week new patches would show on your neck. the twins took turns marking you in places just indecent enough to turn heads, but not enough to solidify any real narrative about the three of you. 

a couple of weeks of people swearing they saw you snogging both twins at once in the gryffindor common room had at least one person becoming bold enough to ask you how you really felt about fred and george:

“they’re like my brothers, really.” 

— 

happy valentines day <3

[traveler-at-heart]

Run, baby, run

Summary: Natasha is very competitive, and that includes your daughter.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Based on some real life events lol

Natasha was a lot of different things for many people. Depending on who you ask -friends, foes, family- she could be stubborn, deadly, relentless. To you she was kind, loving and supportive, in a way that no one else knew.

You would all agree on one thing, though.

Natasha was too competitive.

Being married for three years, you’d grown used to it. As a matter of fact, it could be entertaining especially if she was playing pool or darts against the boys.

But this morning, when she shows you the flyer, you actually have to look twice, sure that Natasha lost her mind.

“Baby crawl race?”

“Yeah, only for babies under one year. You know, they set a track and time them…”

“I mean, I figured. I just… why would we want Anya to do that?”

Your daughter perks up when she hears her name being called and you both smile.

Anya is ten months old, but she’s way advanced for her age. It must be Natasha’s genes, because you’re sure that before she turns one, she will be walking or even running after her other mother.

“It sounds fun”

“And winning has nothing to do with it?” you press, reading about the prizes. “Everything listed here are things we already have. A stroller, a crib… ooh, a formula machine, fancy”

“We can still register if we leave now” Natasha picks up Anya from her playpen, and the sight of their matching red hair melts your heart as usual.

“Fine. We better get going”

—

To your surprise, there are over a dozen babies registered to compete. Natasha takes care of everything as you walk around the store where they’re hosting the event.

She comes back with a smile and a little paper with the number 17 on it.

“Your lucky number” she smiles at you, taking Anya in her arms.

You both watch as other kinds play and stumble around the mat. Most of them seem younger than your daughter, and only a few look close to being one year.

“That one’s gonna be easy to beat” Natasha muses, looking at a small kid that can barely sit.

“Natalia” you slap her arm. “He’s a baby”

“No. They are all competition. And we have no mercy, right, detka?” Natasha insists, bouncing your daughter in her arms.

“Alright, I’m changing her diaper before everything gets crazier” you decide, noticing how there’s a crowd forming around the place where the kids will crawl.

You make small talk with some of the clerks, who seem excited at the prospect of a silly race that will entertain them in the middle of their shift.

By the time you return, Natasha’s quiet, looking at the parents and their children.

“Everything ok?”

“Perfect” she nods, taking Anya in her arms. “Now, kiddo, listen to me, we are Romanoffs. We are fighters and more importantly, winners. So go and make us proud”

Anya responds by giggling and pulling a strand of her mother’s hair. Natasha smiles, saying something in Russian and kissing Anya’s cheek.

The mat is split in half so only two kids can compete at the same time, a screen with a timer behind them.

As expected, some of the kids get distracted by their race mate or crawl around instead of going in a straight line.

“What did I tell you? We’re gonna crush the opponents” Natasha whispers and you slap her arm.

She’s taking this way too seriously.

As you stand next to some parents, Natasha sniffs around, speaking into Anya’s back.

“Baby, did you go potty?”

“I don’t think so” you know Anya frowns and makes a little grunt when she does number two and she’s been pretty quiet this whole time.

“Oh, never mind” she turns to the parents standing next to you. “Not ours, detka”

The parents hurry to the bathroom. There’s a nagging feeling at the back of your mind when you notice how quiet Natasha is. It increases when the parents miss the race because they were stuck chaning a diaper.

Your wife tries to hide her smile, but there’s no way she planned this. Just a coincidence.

Right?

“Babies 10 and 11” the organizer calls. You noticed the girl is older than the other kids, standing out because she can close the distance faster.

“Best time has been 55 seconds. This should be interesting” Natasha comments.

Sure enough, the kid is about to finish when a bright blue ball crosses her path, getting her distracted and making her return to the start line.

The parents try to guide her back but it doesn’t work at all.

“Oh, well”

“Try not to look so happy about it” you whisper, but Natasha just chuckles and places a kiss in your temple.

After a few more minutes, it’s Anya’s turn. You carry her to the start line and Natasha kneels at the end of the mat, keeping her eyes focused on your daughter.

“Three, two, one. Go!”

All Natasha has to do is place her open palm on the mat. Anya’s seen her do it so many times and knows it means one thing: as soon as she touches her mama’s hand, she’ll throw her in the air the way she loves to.

It takes Anya 15 seconds to get to Natasha. Your wife rewards her with her favorite thing, and if it were anyone less graceful and quick, you’d be unnerved by the sight of your daughter kicking her feet while being lifted off the ground.

“Nicely done, pumpkin” you join them, smiling as Anya jumps to your arms.

“A worthy adversary, at last” a man comments as he takes his son to the race. “Let’s see if we can do it better than you”

“Doubt it” Natasha glares but you elbow her, smiling at the man.

“She meant to say, good luck. You’ll do great, sweetheart” you smile at his son, who waves back at you with wide eyes. He’s incredibly cute.

“Fraternizing with the enemy” Natasha tsks.

“He’s a baby, Nat”

“I didn’t like the way the father was looking at you either” Natasha grumbles, leaning forward to kiss you.

Definitely not complaining about her competitive streak now.

As your declared enemy gets ready to race, the father frantically looks around for something lost on their backpack.

“Did you bring it?” his wife insists.

“Yes! The purple elephant! We were playing with it a second ago!”

Apparently, that was their only resource, because the timer starts and their kid is focusing on everything but them.

They manage to finish after two minutes.

“Better luck next time” Natasha comments as they leave, her hand going around your waist.

She’s being so ridiculous but somehow you love it.

The winners are announced, and you cheer when the first place goes to none other than Anya Romanoff.

“Yes, baby. We are the champions” Natasha sings, bouncing her around. Anya has no idea what’s happening, but she’s enjoying the moment.

“Very nice” you comment when the organizers hand you the prize. “Good work, Anya. Keep it up and maybe we won’t have to pay for college”

“Of course she’ll get a scholarship. Or become a professional athlete. Or become president” Natasha says, walking back to the car.

“Oh, those are a lot of things. Maybe she’ll want to focus on just one”

“Nah, she’s got it. She’ll do it all” Natasha kisses Anya’s head and you can’t help but melt.

“Best thing you ever won?” you ask Natasha as you drive back home.

“No, that would be you” she says. “Of course, I mean the bet I made with Tony that I’d get you to date me over him”

“Ugh, you’re so ridiculous” you roll your eyes.

—

The excitement of the race exhausts your daughter, and she’s fast asleep by the time you get home.

You know this won’t last long, so you prepare her clothes to run a bath once she’s up.

As you’re going through her bag, you pull out a toy that’s definitely not Anya’s.

A purple elephant.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova!” you shout, looking for her.

“Oh-oh” Natasha mutters and clears her throat. “Yes, dear?”

“You took that baby’s toy!”

“I did not! Ok, I did. But look, I timed him when they were practising and Anya’s time was still better. I just really didn’t like the way he was staring at your boobs”

“Mhm, right. Winning was just a plus”

“See? You get me”

“That ball that distracted the other kid was not a mistake either, huh?”

“I don’t know what you mean, darling”

“And the parents that missed the race for changing the diaper?”

“Now, that was just a happy coincidence. The rest, yeah. Totally me”

“Evil! Stealing a toy from a toddler” you wave the purple elephant in her face. Natasha takes it and throws it over her shoulder, wrapping your legs around her waist in a swift motion. “What are you doing?”

“I got you that fancy formula machine, didn’t I? Where’s my prize?”

You laugh against her lips, but it soon turns into a moan, as you feel Natasha’s hands slide down your back to cup your ass.

“Anya's gonna wake up in thirty minutes or less. Can you handle that?”

“I do enjoy a good challenge” Natasha says against your lips, showing you how much she loves to win.

And honestly? After a mind blowing orgasm, you love it too.

[ecstxsyy]

ONE & ONLY. | J. TALIS ❦

Jayce loves having you as his roommate.

based on this ask.

18+ mdni!

jayce talis x fem!roommate!reader

warnings: somnophilia, cnc, oral (m!receiving), p in v, breeding kink, size kink, jayce has dirty dreams about you.

requests for v-day event are closed!!

cupid’s candy hearts masterlist

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JAYCE LOVED having you as a roommate, he picked your brain at any given opportunity on his research. The two of you spent countless hours staying up until dawn testing out theories and calculations. The way your mind worked was like no other, you’ve helped him make many breakthroughs in his case.

The only downside was that you were all he ever thought about, you plagued his thoughts but especially his dreams. Jayce dreamt about all the things he wished he could do to you, bending you over the desk in your shared lab, eating you out on the kitchen counter, towering over your small frame while you filled you up with his cum.

His dreams oftentimes tended to run wild, his dirtiest fantasies coming to life while he slept peacefully in his bed. It often made it hard for him to look at you, knowing what he dreams about you every night.

You and Jayce had just decided to call it a night, your eyes falling heavy as your mind went fuzzy trying to read what you had just written down. You changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth before heading to your and Jayce’s shared bedroom, your apartment was nice but the two of you together could only afford a 2 bedroom, and you needed a space to conduct your research.

Jayce was already sound asleep in his bed, snoring softly with each breath he took. You smiled at the way his mouth hung open, a silly look on his face while he slept. You crawled underneath your covers, snuggling into the warmth of your bed.

The boy in the bed next to you dreamed peacefully, his dream started normal, as they usually do. You and Jayce were working on trying to stabilize the crystals, looking through all your past experiments to determine what went wrong. Jayce was sitting in his chair, marking runes and numbers that he thought might be outliers when your hands ran down his chest.

Your hands moved down his body to his stomach, teasing the tips of your fingers into the hem of his pants.

“You’re supposed to be helping me,” Jayce chuckled, tilting his head to the side when you began kissing behind his ear.

“I’d much rather do this,” you whispered in his ear, sucking a small hickey into the skin just below his ear. Jayce let out a sigh, trying to focus on his work in front of him. This pushed you to go even further, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his slacks. You slipped his boxers down just enough to free his cock, spitting in your hand to use as lube.

You jerked him off slowly, leaning a bit further over his shoulder to get a better look at what you were doing. You twisted your hand while you moved it up and down, picking up your pace a bit more to mess with Jayce’s head. Jayce tossed his head back in pleasure, letting it rest against your shoulder.

As soon as he tilted his head back, you captured his lips in a kiss and dragged his lip through your teeth gently.

“Y/N,” Jayce moaned against your lips, your hand still working at his erection. Jayce bucked his hips into your hand, trying to get you to pick up your pace.

Little did he know, his moans weren't just contained to his dreams. You were reading through a book Jayce had just bought you from Zaun when you heard your name tumble from his lips.

“Yeah?” you asked, turning to him to see what he needed. There was no response from Jayce, just a deep grunt. In confusion, you stood up to see if he was okay when you saw it. Jayce was bucking his hips into the air, his eyebrows and nose scrunched up in pleasure with a tent poking out evidently from his crotch.

“Please don’t stop, Y/N,” the brunette moaned out causing your cheeks to go bright red, a heat spreading to your belly. You shook his shoulder gently, attempting to wake him, but Jayce continued to sleep soundly.

That’s when an idea came to mind, you slowly pulled up Jayce’s cover, trying to be careful to not wake him. You slotted yourself between his spread legs, trying to stifle your gasp when you saw the size of his erection in his shorts.

Jayce often slept shirtless, something you had to get used to the longer the two of you lived together. But at this moment, you weren't complaining.

You palmed Jayce’s cock through his shorts, his hips immediately moving to meet your hand. You giggled at his reaction and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down his hips when he bucked his hips in his sleep.

His cock stood tall and thick, his tip an angry red color and there was a vein running up the underside of it, begging for you to run your tongue against it. You obliged to your sinful thoughts and let your tongue run up the warm underside of his cock, Jayce let out a strangled moan at the feeling.

You finally gained the confidence and took him into your mouth, sucking on his tip slowly to test the water. Jayce stirred a bit in his sleep but was still out, whimpers and pleas of your name falling from his mouth more frequently. You began taking his length in to the best of your abilities, gagging when his tip pushed against your uvula.

You started with a steady pace, deep-throating him with every bob of your head. His hips began bucking up off of his bed, making you gag louder while spit seeped out of your mouth from around him. You eased your mouth back a bit to use your hands when Jayce’s hand met the back of your head, forcing you back down all of the way on his cock.

Your eyes darted up to see Jayce lifting the blanket with one hand, his other planted on the back of your head. Jayce had a desperate look on his face, grabbing a handful of your hair to guide you up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, this is so much better than my dreams,” Jayce moaned out, letting his head fall back against his pillow. He threw the covers off of his body, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thump.

Jayce used your hair to pull you off of him, a pop sounding through the room. Before you could speak, or even think really, Jayce had you pinned underneath him. His breaths came out in pants as the two of you stared at each other for a few moments, scanning over the other's face.

“You gonna fuck me or just sit here and stare at me?” You asked with a teasing tone, placing your hands on each of his shoulders.

Jayce let out a chuckle, lining his cock up with your entrance and thrusting his thick length into you. A moan ripped its way out of you, his cock filling you to the brim. The way he hovered over you made you realize how much bigger he was than you, his broad shoulders flexing underneath your touch. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size, the way his cock stretched you stung yet also felt so good. Jayce loved how much bigger he was than you, the thought of being able to toss you around drove him up the wall.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” Jayce moaned, beginning to thrust in and out of you. You couldn't produce any other sound but moans, your hands pressing against his lower abdomen to slow him down a bit. Jayce slapped your hand away, tossing your legs over his shoulder.

“It’s okay, baby. You can take it,” Jayce reassured, his hands using your hips to help him pound into you quicker. Your moans raised in pitch, your brain was essentially mush from the overload of pleasure.

Jayce’s face began to turn red, sweat pooling at his hairline. You were sure you probably looked just as wrecked, if not worse. Your skin was sticky with sweat, your hair sticking to your damp forehead. You grabbed at Jayce, trying to pull him in closer for a kiss. He bent closer to oblige to what you wanted, folding you in half beneath his strong body and putting you into a mating press.

Your lips clashed together, your tongues rubbing against each other’s. The kiss brought you back to reality a bit, helping you ground yourself into your surroundings. His rough beard poking at your soft skin leaving small red marks.

“Jayce, please,” you begged, pulling away from his warm lips.

“Please what?” Jayce teased, pinning your legs next to each side of your head—Thank god you’re so flexible, Jayce thought.

“Cum inside of me,” you finally managed out, this made Jayce see stars, his jaw falling slack open. His dreams couldn't even scratch the surface of what the real thing was like.

“Oh fuck, bet you’ll look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you.” Jayce moaned, his load shooting out. His moans made your heart flutter, his orgasm setting off your own. The thought of your stomach swelling up with his baby made his head run wild with ideas for your future. The two of you rode your orgasms out together, the evidence of yours spraying across his stomach and sheets while he filled you to the brim.

“I love you,” stumbled out of your mouth, your hand immediately slapping over your mouth with wide eyes. Jayce chuckled and stroked your cheek, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that since I met you,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too.”

Jayce slid himself out of you, letting his cum ooze out while he lay his large body on top of yours. His head rested against your breasts, his hand running up and down your side. You and Jayce sat in silence for a while, the only sounds in the room being your synchronized breaths.

“Can we do this more often?” Jayce asked, drawing a laugh out of the both of you.

“I thought you’d never asked,” you said with a smile, running your fingers through his thick hair.

He couldn't have asked for a better roommate.

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[iz-belljolie]

VALENTINE’S DAY WITH ART PLS

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚛𝚝 🏹+˚*˙✧💘

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(So sorry for the drag)

tw: contains smut (near the end)

You and Art went out to Applebee's for dinner, it felt nostalgic because that's where you went on your first date lol, since it was basically Art could afford at the time.

You spent your dinner giggling and admiring each other. Then, sharing a desert. It took some convincing but, you finally pushed Art to take a few bites of the Triple Chocolate Meltdown.

You laughed when there was some chocolate smeared above his lip, leaning over to wipe it off with your thumb, holding his head still with your free hand, smiling in his face, scolding him to stop laughing so you can wipe the chocolate off.

“Stop being silly Art” you murmured.

“I can’t help it, you make me silly.” He giggled.

“Enough” you chuckled, jokingly pushing his face before sitting back in your seat and sighing.

“Okay I’m stuffed.” He murmured. “Let’s pay and go?”

“If you’re the one paying, yup!” You smiled brightly at him.

He scoffed, but a grin was on his face.

He called the waiter over and asked for the check. 5 minutes later you both were out the door, your arms locked together and fingers intertwine, your hearts full of love and happiness.

As you got into the same jeep he’s had since college, you leaned over the console and kiss his cheek.

“I can’t wait to show you your surprise.” You whispered.

You could see a smile light up his face, his teeth shining through.

Not long later you guys are in the apartment you’ve been renting for the winter, taking off all your winter gear and sighing with relief when the heat of your cozy home surrounded your bodies.

“So what’s my surprise?” Art asked, his hands on your shoulder as he nuzzled against your neck, smiling.

“Patience my dear artie.” You grinned.

“Go sit on the couch like a good boy and I’ll be back soon.” You whispered seductively before walking towards your bedroom, looking behind your shoulder at him with a smirk.

A few minutes later you came back out in brand new lingerie you bought, a lacy bralette that was a light red with embroidered flowers on it, and a matching pair of panties.

You smiled shyly as he came into your view. He was sat on the couch, chewing on his lip before he looked up at you. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in admiration.

“Jesus fucking Christ y/n” he gasped out.

All the blood that should be in his head rushed to his cock. He felt dizzy, in a good way.

You swayed gently on your feet, still smiling sweetly at him.

He stood up and you could immediately see his erection poking through his pants, begging to be freed.

“What did i do to deserve such a fucking angel?” He mumbled, almost as if he was talking to himself.

When he was hand length apart from you, his finger ran down your arm. He then grabbed your lower arm and brought your hand up and his kissed it.

“Can we make love tonight instead of fucking…I love you so much..mm so much..” he murmured, he’s eyes tearing up.

“Of course artie, let’s go to bed.” You whispered, kissing his forehead.

You both were now in bed, making out slowly and passionately, taking your time and letting yourselves feel. Feel the touch and slides of your tongues against each other. Your hands roaming each others bodies. Feeling the burning of love and arousal inside your bodies.

Eventually his hand is inside your panties and your hand in wrapped around his cock, which you pulled out of jeans…You were too eager to undress him.

His fingers clumsily rubbed your folds to collect your wetness and bring it up to your clit before rubbing circles and massaging it to give you as much pleasure as he can.

Your hand lazily stroked his dick up and down, stopping to rub the pre cum leaking from his slit over his tip. At some point you quickly spit it your hand for more lube.

You kept kissing sloppily as you pleasured each other. Moaning, gasping, and whimpering into each other mouths.

Art came first, his body seized and his eyes squeezed shut and his cum spurted out, the pleasure hit him so hard he was gasping for air. Once all his pleasure was ringed out, you hand released his pulsing cock.

Your orgasm rushed over you moments later, causing your legs to tense and your lips to part into a long moan. When you were over sensitive you grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

As you too calmed down from the intense pleasure you lazily and calmly kissed each other. Lovingly and sweetly. Your hands stroking each others hair.

“I wanna have sex but m’ so tired…” he mumbled against your neck, pressing a long kiss against it.

Your huffed out a small laugh. “We can make love(you said in a mockingly voice) in the morning baby..” you replied.

“Ugh sounds good to me angel” he murmured, getting comfy with you in and bed, stripping off his clothes so he was naked.

“The set you got Is really pretty, maybe you can put it back on in the morning” he mumbled, yawning at the end of his sentence.

You smiled softly as you took off the lingerie and maneuvered yourself under the covers and helped Art get under there too.

“Mhm..i love you art” you whispered.

He curled up against you and rested his head on your chest, almost purring at the feeling of your skin against his.

“I love you.” He slurred sleepily, his eyes drooping until they fully closed, his arm curled around you.

You slipped your leg over his and put your hand on his back before closing your eyes and letting sleep take over you.

But just before you fell into a much needed sleep, you heard Art murmur, “best Valentine’s Day ever..”

You smiled sleepily and pet his back. “Yeah…” you yawned and let your body relax once more.

[indycinders]

Love and Valentine's :: LADS Headcanons

I've been feeling icky today so I decided to make fluffy, SFW headcanons for each boy and how they'd spend Valentine's Day with you (❁´◡`❁)

Maybe it's just my feed LMAO but I don't see enough fluff, or stuff catered to aces. Sometimes domesticity is better than smut.

Xavier - "You rest, I'll be by your side. Always."

🟣Would create a little nest in either of your apartments. Blankets draped over furniture, tons of pillows and plushies inside, fairy lights strung around providing soft lighting. 🟣He'd have a pile of movies, older romance ones that neither of you have seen before, ready and waiting for your first pick 🟣Bought all your favorite snacks and beverages 🟣Holds you close and strokes your hair or your arm, whatever he can trail his fingers over in gentle comforting strokes. 🟣Mostly watches your reactions during the movies, seeing what makes you light up and what you find too cheesy. 🟣Both of you would probably fall asleep, tangled together in the warm little fort he provided.

Zayne - "... You were the one who protected me in my dream."

🔹He prefers it when it's just you two, so he'd make your favorite meal at his house. 🔹Candles, your favorite flowers in a vase if you don't like roses, soft music. 🔹No wine or alcohol because he wants both of you to enjoy each other without the added effects of alcohol. 🔹Active listener while you talk over dinner, his attention is 100% on you. 🔹Fine with cuddling on the couch after dinner, watching your favorite movie or show. Seems to get invested in the media as well, giving you two something to gossip about during breaks. 🔹Orders a delicious dessert for both of you to share, teasing you by smearing a bit of chocolate on the tip of your nose. 🔹Ending the night cuddling on the couch again, his arms around you as he softly reads from a poetry book, the prose saying everything he struggles to.

Rafayel - "Our bond has existed for years."

🩷Sushi date? Sushi date. 🩷Walking barefoot on a private beach at sunset, holding your hand and listening to you chatter about anything and everything. He's attentive and focused on you. 🩷Still playful of course, so he'll tease you once in a while. Probably get into a splash fight near the water's edge. Laughing and chasing each other in the sand. Lifting you up and spinning you around until you both fall dizzy and breathless on the sand. 🩷Laying on the sand and watching the stars in the sky come out, his fire and warmth keeping both of you from freezing. 🩷Back in his studio and dressed in warmer pajamas, silly romcoms playing in the background as you two do that couples painting each other activity. 🩷Giggling at each other's depiction of the other. He paints a flower on your shoulder and you paint a little heart on his cheek. 🩷When it's late, you both cuddle in his bed as he sings your favorite Lemurian lullaby.

Sylus - "Who could ever do anything to me except you?"

⭕If you're into the whole lavish wining and dining, he'd 100% do it for you. Flowers, dressing to impress, dancing, all of it. ⭕Otherwise, he'd prepare one of your favorite meals or order take out for a night in. ⭕Both of you on the floor on some comfy blankets in front of the fireplace. A nice little in home picnic, your favorite records playing in the background. ⭕Playing board games or card games, whichever you prefer. Enjoying each other's company. ⭕Dancing in your socks and comfy clothes around the living room, giggling every time he spins you or dips you. ⭕Hide and seek with Mephisto because of course. ⭕Carrying you up to the bedroom and whispering how sweet you were today. ⭕Holding you in his arms as you sleep, humming softly the way he knows relaxes you.

Caleb - "No matter what happens, I'll always be the first person you can share things with."

🟧100% already had everything prepared for when you came. 🟧All your favorite dishes made. 🟧Also bought your favorite candy/chocolate like he did every year before. 🟧Both of you wearing matching sweaters because you're adorably dorky like that. 🟧Recreating pictures from when you were younger. 🟧Nerf gun fight? Nerf gun fight. 🟧Will pull you into his lap as you cuddle on his bed and watch movies. Both of you wearing face masks because he does everything with you. 🟧Will give you a massage if you need it, otherwise happy to just cuddle and fall asleep with you in his arms.

I hope I did them justice! uwu I might do a HC thing for disabled/chronically ill peeps like myself as well. All the comfort (❁´◡`❁) Which date night would you prefer out of the above? :3

[bowandbrush]

sorry for patronizing you mutuals with my sudden avatar fixation!

having rewatched the series, I decided to check out the live action series out of curiosity (I jumped straight into the Kyoshi island episode, to see what the interaction between Sokka and suki was like. Yeah)

In the new series we have much more screen time with Suki and more story on her past, but it’s not written half as well as the original. I understand they’re trying to change some things up and erase sexist Sokka, but that was the entire point in the original story.

in the new version, Sokka just…stares a little and tries talking to her. Which is fine I guess. He’s impressed with her skill in fighting and devotion to being a warrior. It’s understandable, as he develops a bit of a crush after watching her in combat. Later discovering her training dojo, Suki just decides to train him. Out of nowhere. There are a fair amount of scenes and dialogue that insinuates she has a thing for him too, a lot. The entire training segment is just them standing close, tripping over each other, staring, etc. basically the same formula so many writers use to build tension between two characters.

It lacks substance. There isn’t much reason for them to like each other here. And for Pete’s sake, we don’t get to see Sokka wearing the traditional Kyoshi outfit!

In the original, Sokka saunters in with prideful arrogance, dismissing and underestimating the female warriors. Y’know, because they’re girls. This scene wasn’t being sexist, Sokka was. I still don’t understand why they erased this, because it was a very important character development.

When Sokka ‘demonstrates’ his combat skills, Suki sets him straight without a sweat. In humiliation, Sokka realizes how much how wrong he was about women and their strength. How disrespectful he was.

that gives him a reason to ask for training. For forgiveness, and to better himself. It’s also a great scene when we see Suki sharing her culture with him. Although she wouldn’t normally “train outsiders, much less boys”, she still gives him a second chance.

There is so much authenticity here. He grows to admire Suki as a fighter and as a person. For her kindness and forgiveness too, not just strength.

we can see Suki grow on Sokka, appreciating his unbreakable loyalty and bravery. As well as his silly demeanor. We all like funny guys!

It’s a really nice Strong and brave woman + smart and silly idiot duo, and I love it.

live action is just,,,watered down a lot. I don’t know what the live action series will do in the future. I don’t really care anyways. BUT what I really appreciate with Suki and Sokka is their vulnerability with each other.

nowadays, every “strong” girl is defined with outer works/action. That usually means no crying, no soft side, no fear. Especially if she’s in a relationship with a man. She has to be tougher than him. Because I guess vulnerable and defeated girls can’t be strong. At least, that’s the trope I see most often.

Suki is very strong, brave, and tough. But when the appropriate time comes, she lets herself be open and exposed. She can let her guard down and expose her inner pain, because she knows Sokka is there for her.

it’s perfectly normal and healthy for a man to be able fall apart in his girls’ arms. But I feel like that’s suppressed the other way around, because it displays weakness. And I guess we’re cancelling weakness in women now. Because of woke

[babybearnation]

polyam!lawhan + first dates

lawhan is the pairing i didn't know i needed until very recently (also courtesy of you—there is a recurring theme here lol)

yesss - for context to everyone else, we've been discussing lawhan over on @littlebearnation so if you wanna join in, hop on over there! also i made this moreso just... date headcanons lol, hope thats okay!

liam lawson x gn!reader x jack doohan (date headcanons)

cw: briefly suggestive

due to how awkward the three of you were, you decided to go on multiple "first dates" - liam with jack, liam with you, jack with you and then all three of you together

liam and jack's date was a simple movie date, catching a random action flick that both of them were already interested in prior to the confession of their feelings for one another

the date ended with liam kissing jack's cheek before rushing back to his car all embarrassed (he wouldn't admit it for ages but jack's heart was racing for the whole night after that)

liam's date with you was kind of a silly idea, but you decided to go to karaoke together so liam could "serenade" you (his words, not yours)

it goes well, you and liam have a grand old time and fall into fits of laughter many times over, before you two go your separate ways with rosy cheeks

your date with jack? mini golf. you have no idea why you went with this but, much like your date with liam, it was so much fun that you didn't regret it

you could clearly tell that jack wanted to kiss you throughout the entire evening so, when you said goodbye, you kissed his cheek and watched him turn a pretty shade of pink

the date the three of you had was a picnic - something simple yet cute to enjoy in between hectic pre-race preparations

the three of you laughed until you cried and took many silly but cute photos of each other until all of your phones were straight up begging for storage

you got together as a trio on that picnic date and now you really enjoy going on dates with them

shopping dates aren't that common but are always chaotic when they do happen - picking out silly accessories to drape upon the others, silly mirror selfies and awkward giggles in the more adult stores you sometimes decide to enter

movie dates also aren't that uncommon, especially considering the fact that liam calls the lil movie watching fun times you have on planes dates - you're almost positive you've gotten through just about everything on netflix together

you're almost always down to try out various random classes that liam and jack find on the internet, delighting in the chaos the three of you inevitable go on to create

going out for food after races isn't that uncommon either, even moreso if someone has a bad race - you like to drown your sorrows in sweet, sweet restaurant food

lazy days in bed during weeks off from racing started to become more commonplace after you three moved in together and now it's like... basically impossible to get liam out of bed in the mornings because he loves cuddling you two

padel dates - an f1 classic! you're not the best but jack is always willing to help you even if it means putting his hands on your wrist & waist and guiding you, ignoring the way you brush back against him

why yes, that did lead to a cramped threesome in the showers

both boys love you so much that they are willing to go on just about any date possible if it means the three of you get to relax, cool off and forget about the pressures of the f1 season for a couple of hours

y'all get spotted in public together so much... rip ya personal life, babe

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[funishment-time]

I will give you a harder challenge once we finished what we started. Now you must list 3 things you like about the udg characters.

This Is A Challenge For Babies!!!

Toko (UDG edition): beautiful new color palette, gay, smiling sprite

Komaru: silly, finds her bravery, naive in a charming way

Shirokuma: adorable, flower, literally me

Kurokuma: hilarious, love his EN VA, cool hat

Kotoko: pink girl!!!, horns, baby gay

Jataro: relatable, funny tangents, long sleeves

Masaru: rad color palette, awesome first boss, "wiener" exchange

Monaca: pickle hair, cool eyes, great villain

Nagisa: hair horns, interesting worldview, scarf

Yuta: makes a cute impression in the short time we know him, boy!Hina, i kinda want his hoodie

Hiroko: MILF of all time, ex-delinquent, love her color palette

Haiji: answered here

[gayofthefae]

don't do that to queer people but also don't do that to an abuse survivor. Because at the end of the day giving Will a sad romantic ending or anything short of what he is confirmed to have wanted for YEARS is super fucked up to an ABUSE victim too. It doesn't only affect the queer faction of his personality, or the queer fans of his!

I'm talking some straight fan abused homophobically by their father who loves him so dearly watching him be unhappy in a way unrelated to them because it's about queerness is still an abuse survivor who thought they'd get a happy ending not getting one. It doesn't just hurt queer people because Will as a person is more than just gay and therefore represents more than just queer people. The category his unhappy ending is in doesn't matter if it represents unhappiness for every facet he represents.

I'm gonna give a silly, light example. People with bigger front teeth - "bunny teeth" or "American girl teeth" as they call them sometimes. Let's say someone was bullied for that and wants to see happiness in a character they see themselves in onscreen. Then that character doesn't get the boy and is sad. Doesn't matter why they're sad. The baseline is, a character with those teeth is unhappy, barring that audience member from living vicariously through their happiness.

My point is, it's dumb and it hurts more than queer people. As I've said, I've gone through their marketing back to 2016 and it was fiscally unwise of them to market Byler so hard, but now I'm adding that not only would queerbait be pure malice because it was a knowing financial sacrifice, not only would it undercut every other characters' arcs by making the main thing the show is remembered for be their queerbait and not forgiving yourself for wishing abusers dead or women pursuing careers instead of being baby machines or black people deserving joy or anything else, but it would ALSO now DIRECTLY hurt, not just dismiss or undercut, abuse survivors, people who've had PTSD at a young age, kids bullied for their emotions, anyone he would have provided a happy ending to live vicariously through that is not present or not present as specifically for that audience member in any other character.

Their marketing prioritized converting people to Bylers over supplying to the demand and making more money. Queerbaiting would mean the entire show was written to hurt queer people and abuse victims. A subversion of a subversion. Demonstrating a heteronormative trope only to subvert and comment on it being bad...haha just kidding. Demonstrating positive queer representation only to subvert it and comment on it being bad.

Anyways at least Destiel thought that would make money. This is just some cartoon villain shit if it happens.

[crazylittlejester]

Hi!!! Do you have any silly Valentine’s Day hc for the LU boys? Modern or cannon❤️💐

i dunno how silly all of these are, but:

every year my modern au War and Twi do something together. its a tradition that started when they were like 15 after War had like just broken up with his at the time bf and they’d just play video games together, but now that they’re adults with adult money and can do whatever they want, they dress up and go to a fancy ass dinner. its the biggest event of the year for Twi, and the only real reason he bothers keeping a pair of dress shoes. Whenever Twi and Midna get their shit together and if War ever finds a long term partner, those two are going to have to understand the Bro Tradition /j Sky has always been invited to come, but he’s usually had a partner (high school boyfriends, and now he’s been dating Sun since the start of college)

Speaking of my modern au Sky: he and Sun cook dinner together at his apartment (since War and Twi aren’t there) and then watch movies together. They’ve gone out to dinner one year in the past, but they have a lot more fun when they stay in and make food together

Both my Modern au and regular Time goes out very early in the morning and picks flowers and makes Malon a bouquet (it took me three entire minutes to figure out how to spell that), and then he’ll make breakfast for them both and THEN go wake her up. she keeps trying to get up before him and surprise HIM with breakfast but he always finds a way to be up first. in their 20s, they one time ended up having breakfast at like 3 in the morning because they were both so determined to wake up before the other

my regular War i write spends the whole entire day with his cats, and it’d take an incredibly special someone to come along and change that because those are his BABIES

my regular Sky and Sun will fly around on their loftwings and have a little picnic somewhere on one of the floating islands :)

and then the others don’t really do anything super special or specific, i think they’d just enjoy spending time with their loved ones

actually i lied: modern au wind drinks fun dip packets and bounces off walls and four sits there with his head in his hands